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Riz could feel the damp heat of the cave sinking into his fur the moment he stepped from the cold mountain air, so thick he could swear it was pushing back against him. Surprising, he thought, considering the entrance had the dimensions to fit a small house comfortably. Places like this were typically ones to avoid; but night was coming and many more miles remained between the wolf and home, leaving few options. So with a huff he continued inside, lighting a torch and carefully descending the slight slope deeper into the belly of the grotto.

He had not anticipated being stuck out in the wilderness when venturing into the mountains the morning prior to hunt, nor had he expected to be coming home empty-handed. Unfortunately for Riz, this had been one of those days where everything that could have gone wrong decided to do so. The breeze was just strong enough to shake snow from the treetops and send it crashing into branches below, spooking his quarry before he could even begin his approach. The powder underfoot was just heavy and damp enough to compromise his footing on the slightest of inclines; this causing him to tumble into a freezing stream, soaking his coat and spilling many of his arrows where he couldn't retrieve them without risking frostbite. And when he did eventually come across a deer, thinking his luck had finally turned as he stalked it to a clearing, he over torqued his bow and was still picking splinters from his hand where the shaft exploded.

"At least it can't rain in here," Riz thought as he looked up, half expecting the impossibility to manifest. It did not, and he continued further into the depths of the cave, which was proving to be exceedingly long. Further and further he marched and warmer and warmer it became, until he was panting and sweating buckets under his heavy winter gear. Worse, the air had become thick with the acrid stench of cave fungus, flooding his senses and making his head light with the combined exertion. Just when he felt he was going to collapse, the slope mercifully leveled out, depositing into a wider cavern.

"Finally, something goes my way," the wolf groused, leaning heavily on the smooth wall where the passage let out. He took a minute to catch his breath before taking stock of his surroundings, which amounted to two tunnels branching in either direction, a handful of rocks scattered randomly across the ground, and most importantly, no signs of danger. With a sigh of relief, he began stripping his gear and garb beneath, thankful to be free of the fabric dripping with snowmelt and sweat. Riz saw little need for clothing to begin with, but societal norms did have to be conformed to if he wanted to continue to interact with others. Still, that did not stop him from relishing every opportunity to cast off those bonds and let the air dance over his body whenever afforded the opportunity.

After first taking a moment to stretch his limbs and scritch at his sheath, which had begun itching mightily in the past few minutes, he neatly spread his belongings at the foot of the slope in hopes that they would dry out come morning. Padding along towards the center of the cavern, his footfalls silenced with the absence of his heavy boots, Riz pondered what he wanted to do now that he found himself taskless. Despite his exertions, he did not find himself tired enough to bed down for the night; in fact, he was rather wide awake considering the events of the day. He considered further exploring one of the two ancillary tunnels, but thought better of it, not wanting to test his luck any further.

"Well," he thought to himself, "I could always..." The wolf could feel his loins stirring subconsciously, receptive as always to the prospect of possible pleasure. He hardly even noticed his own arm move until he felt his paw brushing against his crotch lightly, teasing the soft fur as it went. He chanced a prod at his sack, delighting in the spring of the heavy orbs nestled within as they righted themselves from the displacement. His panting was returning, spurred not by the heat of the cave, but the heat of his own body as he gently kneaded.

"What am I doing?" Riz chided himself with a growl, pulling his hand away. "Am I some sort of teenage pup who can't control his own urges?" He stormed his way back towards his belongings to dig through his pack as he fought off his baser thoughts, hoping his bedroll had remained dry enough to try and sleep in. Miraculously it had, and so he busied himself with finding the flattest section of ground available. Satisfied with a particular patch near the left wall, he laid out his bedroll, and himself in it.

Mind still racing, he turned his attention towards figuring out how he would deliver the news of his unsuccessful hunt to his village. If he told them the truth he would be laughed at for his failure, but if he lied and claimed he came across no game it would cause unrest over the state of their food supply. And while his mind tossed and tuned, his body did the same, unable to get comfortable as the stiffness in his groin remained. Once again he felt his fingers groping pleasantly about his nether regions, this time giving in to desire with a low groan as he squirmed out from the confines of the bedroll.

Riz squeezed and massaged the entrance of his sheath lightly, savoring the sensation as his member grew and expanded within, pressing against his digits but unable to escape from where he pinched. With his other hand he reached further down, cupping his balls and fondling them lightly, furthering his excitement as he continued to strain against his fingers. He fell into a cycle; pinch and swirl, pinch and swirl, until his fingers began to cramp and he could do so no more. With a satisfying schlick, his bright red tip poked its way out of its confines, dribbling precum from the playful torment it had just endured.

The wolf had never been one to hurry himself, and so he started slow; rubbing the tapered point of his cock with a thumb as he breathed deep, soaking in his own musk and occasionally bringing the claw to his mouth to taste. Steadily he transitioned from finger to finger, testing the sensations of each before switching to his palm, polishing the flat of his canine unit in slow, deliberate circles. All the while he continued to tease and tug his testes, his toes curling as they churned in his grasp. He began to pant again from the continued teasing, feeling his heartbeat quickening with each passing second.

At last he could take no more, sliding his paw away from the tip and down his shaft, stopping where it disappeared into fur and tightening his grip. With a shudder, he pulled back up, the roughness of his paw pads scraping against the tender flesh as it went. Up and down he tugged, slowly at first but picking up speed as his huffing grew faster and faster. He found his thoughts turning to Aryanna, the bartender's daughter; the way her hips and tail swayed as she walked from table to table. The way she giggled when he'd crack wise. The kind smile she saved for him whenever he stopped in after a hunt.

Riz could feel a pressure building at the base of his penis as the hard orb of flesh intended to bind him to his mate began to swell. Removing his hand from his balls he wrapped his fingers around his knot, swirling them as if shining an orb of wood. The fur of his crotch was sodden with sticky fluids, but he did not care, his legs beginning to quake as he felt himself nearing completion. His paw had become a blur, the loud, wet slaps echoing through the chamber in a symphony of carnal desire until suddenly, they ceased.

For a pregnant moment the air hung still and all was silent, until...

" Ooooohhh." The wolf's hips bucked in time with spurts of thick white, spouting up only to rain back down on their source. Eight, nine, ten; the pulses did not weaken as Riz found himself coated in semen, the pearls running down his face and chest to collect on the ground around him. It took five more surges before the flow began to abate, his muscles finally able to relax as he gave a satisfied whimper. For a time, he just lied there, enjoying the feel of his softening rod as it retreated back into his body and the bitter taste of the jizm he licked from his face. His eyelids began to droop as his fatigue caught up with him, and he soon drifted off to sleep.

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Riz woke with a start, the suffocating scent of the cave fungus overwhelming him as he struggled to catch his breath, his fur matted to his body. It took some effort, but he managed to pull himself free from the sticky puddle he left for himself; an outline of his form left on the ground. Quickly he looked around, relieved that he was, after all, still alone. Something was off though, the wolf could feel it. He could not determine why, but his entire lower body tingled as if on fire. Gazing down, he found his cock fully erect, knot and all, pulsing steadily and dripping clear drops onto the floor below. Tentatively, he gave it a poke, only half regretting as it began erupting for a second time. His body quaked with pleasure lasting at least as long as before, if not longer.

When he eventually calmed, streaks of goo lining the floor in front of him, he once more noticed the ever present smell of cave fungus working its way into his nose. He began to curse the spores that assailed him so, but a realization stopped him: he had not seen a single mushroom, cap or button since entering the cave. He paced around, stepping in and tracking his seed about the cavern as he did, puzzling this oddity even as his member began to throb again. Passing the left tunnel, he inhaled deeply as he thought, and then once more. And then a third time, as he noted that the smell emanating from that passage was thicker than the rest of the cavern. Riz stood before the hole, gazing into the darkness to which it led, wishing he had a coin to flip. Instead he weighed his cautiousness against his curiosity, and the latter won out as he padded his way through the gap.

The air continued to grow hotter as the wolf continued down the passageway, making him wish he could shed his fur as easily as the clothes he left behind. On and on he went, slowly and silently as he listened for threats in the stillness, his member bumping his thighs with each step. He walked for what must have been half an hour, but just as he began to consider turning back, his ears perked up. He could hear breathing. No... Grunting, coming from a short way ahead, dissipating around a sharp curve in the cave walls so he had to strain to even catch it. The wolf crouched, never so thankful to have a dark coloration, and proceeded forward, careful to keep his legs spread to avoid any slapping. He reached the bend, peering around it ever so carefully to see what looked to be the entrance to another cavern; even larger than the one from which he came, with large rocks jutting from the ground obscuring what lie beyond.

Riz steeled himself, before scurrying quickly around the corner and into the cavern, pressing himself against a rock large enough to cover him thrice over. Whatever was making that noise was just around the other side, and he wanted; no, needed to know what it was. Hardly daring to breath he leaned, careful as he could, out around his cover and beheld: a tail.

With his eyes he traced the long, thick, scaled appendage to its base, where it connected to a similarly scaled backside a good ten feet in the air. Two tree trunks of legs descended from the form, so impressive that Riz hardly noticed the smaller second pair between them, spread to either side with a matching tail running along the bottom of the larger. Dragons. Their forms were still as he was save for the effects of their breathing, until the larger one took a step back.

The wolf finally understood the source of the smell as with a loud *pop* , a bulbous member loosed itself from the smaller dragon, a veritable waterfall of cum spilling out with it. The puddle Riz had made for himself earlier was but a drop compared to the pool that was collected below the beast's legs, assaulting him with its heavy musk and driving his senses mad. Every instinct was telling him to run, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not tear his gaze from the creature's dripping cock, still pulsing seed onto its partner's hind legs. It was as big around as his bicep and longer than his full arm, ridged along the underside with soft tendrils and coming to a point at the tip. Bumps lined the sides all the way to a knot bigger than his head at the base, stuck outside the vent for its size.

For what seemed an eternity the two dragons stood, Riz watching with baited breath from his hiding spot careful to not make any sound. He silently begged for them to begin again, wishing to watch them in action rather than just witness the afterglow; his heart leaping into his throat as they did just that. With a scrape of his mighty back paw, the dragon stud reared up once more, lining himself up with his mate's slightly agape pussy, still lubricated from the previous rutting.

The wolf had to bite his tongue as the male plowed into his hen with a schlop, driving to the hilt with his first thrust. She crooned underneath him, talons kneading into the ground with pleasure as he took her, knot popping in and out with each shove. Riz found himself stroking his own cock as he watched the pair fuck, captivated by the exoticness of their passion. Again and again he finished, painting the rock white as he throbbed, never once going soft as the draconic musk fueled his libido and stopping only as the drakes themselves did. For hours the cycle continued, the pool of cum from the stud oozing its way all the way to where Riz hid from the sheer volume, with no signs of stopping anytime soon. The wolf couldn't help himself as he cupped the dragons seed in his hands, bringing it to his mouth and slurping it down greedily, reviling in the taste and warmth as it filled his belly.

It was only when he leaned down for another scoop that he realized the sounds of mating had stopped. Turning his head to look up with a sinking feeling, Riz beheld the visage of the creature whose essence he'd been imbibing.

"Well well..." Said the dragon with a toothy grin, eyes narrowed at the wolf with his spunk coating his lips. "Looks like we have a visitor."