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A purple dragon by the name of Zane sat by himself at the courtyard. His eyes were closed, and he sat cross legged atop the fur he had laid out on the floor for himself. The sun was hot against the back of his skin, and sweat dripped down the scales on his purple back. In slow, rhythmic intervals, he took deep breaths, lungs filling with air to be emptied out a few moments later. He was meditating, as part of his training regime.

Zane was a dragon training to be a warrior. An occupation that was both in high demand, and held in high regard in their society. Warriors were the dragons that kept the piece, and kept the enemies of the state at bay, to help the citizens of the city sleep soundly at night. It was a demanding job, with an equally demanding list of requirements. Thankfully, Zane had the best teacher he could ever ask for. He had Cyrus.

Cyrus was a dragon warrior like no other. At his prime, he was what the other dragons looked up to, what men strived to be, and were the source of envy for his fellow peers. He was well decorated, and well accomplished, proving to be a key asset for the state during his years of service. Cyrus had numerous titles attached to his name such as Fighter, Warrior, Assassin, and even Leader when Cyrus led a team with him to fight a horde of invaders.

But to Zane, he saw him in primarily three different lights. To him, Cyrus was a loving father, as he shaped him to be the man that he is today. He also saw Cyrus as a strict teacher, teaching him all the different fighting techniques he needed to memorize and master to be a formidable fighter.

The sound of someone walking up to him made Zane stop in his meditation. He knew that scent anywhere he would go. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Hey dad," he called out, turning his head.

The man himself walked up to him, a gentle smile on his face. Living in the desert like they did, it was typical for dragons to be in the nude to give themselves some comfort from the blazing heat. Zane's father was no exception. Cyrus strode up to him, wearing his usual attire, which was frankly nothing. There was a time when Zane felt ashamed to lust after his father. It was more so brought about by his feeling of inadequacy and jealousy over his brother, Otto. But that issue was resolved a month ago, and Zane was now more than happy to ogle his father's form.

"Hey Zane," Cyrus greeted. "I figured I should check in on you, see how your meditation was coming along."

The purple dragon sighed, uncrossing and stretching his legs outward. He was admittedly a bit stiff for sitting as such for over an hour. "Good, I suppose," he answered. "The breathing exercises you taught me is helping tremendously."

"That's good to hear," Cyrus responded. "I was worried you weren't going to get it, but I'm glad you've proven me wrong."

Zane snorted, rolling his eyes. He then stood up, jumping to his feet to get the blood pumping back down to his legs. "You finished with your work?"

"I am," Cyrus replied. "I'm so glad I finished with those stack of papers. I thought they were never going to end." He shook his head. "So," he said, crossing his arms across his chest. "You want to spar?"

Zane thought for a moment. He then eventually shrugged, nodding his head. "Sure, why not."

A few moments later, the sound of punches being thrown echoed across the courtyard as the two dragons duked it out. Zane bobbed left and right, trying to land a square hit on his father. Cyrus, as big as he was, was still deft and agile. Whenever Zane thought he had him, Cyrus would quickly spin on his legs, making the dragon whiff his attacks. The older dragon danced around him effortlessly, jabbing him at the back in an effort to goad him. It didn't help that Zane had to put mental effort at not staring at his father's swinging schlong. The flaccid member was flopping about, smacking Cyrus's thighs, and even his chest at one point when the dragon rolled on the ground as an evasive maneuver. It was definitely a distraction, and it was something that Cyrus was quick to point out.

"You're still distracted, Zane," Cyrus cheekily taunted, bobbing to the left. Zane retaliated by trying to throw a punch, but instead ended up getting swept off his feet as Cyrus countered with a low kick. The purple dragon toppled down the floor, and Cyrus moved atop him. He used his own bodyweight to pin his son down to the floor. "...and that's why you lose!"

Zane let out a sigh of defeat, resigning himself to being on the floor. At the very least the feeling of his father's fat cock resting on his back was a welcoming thought. "Why do you have to be so sexy dad?"

The larger dragon chuckled. "I don't know." His free hands then roamed his son's body, tracing the outline of the boy's muscles. "Maybe the Gods above just really like me." Cyrus leaned down, planting kisses on Zane's back. The purple dragon reacted accordingly, shivering at the feeling of the hot breath against his scales. "Do you think I should claim my prize?"

Zane tried to respond but found the words failing him as he felt a digit prod at his hole. Cyrus grinned to himself. "I'll take that as a yes."

Such had now become a common occurrence between the two. After a long and tiring training session, the father and son cooled down and relaxed the best way they knew how: by fucking. It was a bit of an unspoken rule of sorts. Whoever won their sparring session would get to be the top for the evening. But Zane always found himself bottoming--not there was a problem with that, he enjoyed it quite greatly. He was moaning his heart out, feeling the two fingers Cyrus inserted into his hole slowly spread him. But as much as Zane enjoyed the feeling of his father's thick cock skewer and threaten to split him in two, there was much better prize.

It was his father's ass.

True, he could easily ask his father anytime he wanted if they could fuck, and if he could be the one doing the fucking. But this was a different matter. It wasn't just about the sex. To Zane, it was almost a matter of pride. If only he could focus long enough to not lose their sparring sessions. At this point, Cyrus had laid beside Zane on the floor, and was using one of his hands to lift his legs up into the air to spread his son's hole even further. Each thrust electrified Zane's body, his cock leaking copious amounts of pre onto the fur dressing they rested on.

Cyrus grabbed hold of his son, embracing him tightly. "I love your ass, Zane." His hips were a blur, each thrust producing a smack that echoed across the empty courtyard. The guards that were patrolling the area had stop their rounds and were now enjoying their show. They were openly stroking and pleasuring themselves to the lewd display. At this point, Zane closed his eyes, savoring the sensations that were wracking his body. He and Cyrus practically fucked on a daily basis--as dragons had incredible libido--but not once did it ever wore of its welcome. If anything, it seemed like they weren't doing it enough.

The dragon jerked himself off in time to his father's thrust. Cyrus's balls slapped loudly against the front of his son's ass, the sensation of skin hitting against skin only serving to fuel their combined lust for one another. Eventually however, the two dragons reached their limits. Zane was first to cum. Being battered repeatedly at his prostate quickly pushed him over the edge, and ejaculated soon after. He made a mess of himself, his cum rocketing out of his stiff cock and spraying onto his chest. Some even went so far to hit the bottom of his chin.

Cyrus followed soon after, going so far as to thrust in deep one last time for good measure. His cock throbbed painfully, Zane feeling it stiffen inside his ass before filling him with the familiar warm sensation. Cyrus lowered his head, planting a tender kiss on Zane's back. The two shared a moment of silence to let them regain their composure.

It was Cyrus who broke the silence first. "Fuck, that was good." He licked the back of Zane's neck. "I'm beginning to think you lose to me on purpose."

Zane snorted. "As much as I love your cock, dad, I love the idea of fucking you even more."

The thought hung in the air, and Cyrus found it interesting. "Is that so?"

The purple dragon nodded, shifting slightly. He could still feel the warm cum sloshing inside his bowels. "Hell yeah. You have a great ass dad, I'd love to see what it looks like with my cock shoved up inside it."

"Why thank you son," Cyrus smiled at the compliment. "But that is a very lovely thought." The dragon planted another kiss on Zane's back, before effectively moving back to pull out. "But to do that, you need to get a better grip on yourself." Zane shived slightly, feeling the thick member leave his behind. Excess cum flowed out of his exposed ass, dripping onto the floor below. It was a complete mess back there. "If you ever want to become a better fighter," Cyrus said, standing himself upright. "You need to learn to better focus."

Zane rolled onto his back, before being helped up by his father. "It's kind of hard to focus when you've got your dad's fat schlong swinging in front of you."

"Flattering, but you have to understand, son, that such tactics are a viable strategy. The enemies of our land are going to use whatever they can to defeat you." Cyrus said, taking a more serious tone. "Even their bodies."

"Have you had that sort of thing happen to you before?" Zane curiously asked. While he knew his father was a warrior, he never really told him stories when he was little. He always kept them vague. When he did ask why, it was always because of the reason that he was too young to understand. He had stopped asking then. Maybe now he could.

Cyrus looked at him for a brief moment. Then nodded to himself. "Yes," Cyrus asked. "Remember that time when we were at war with the dragons from the east?" Zane nodded, and Cyrus continued. "Well, the warriors from those lands were a conniving bunch. They were skilled fighters, but they knew what to do to help even the odds into their favor."

"What did they do?"

"They laced their weapons with a highly concentrated aphrodisiac. You get cut, the fluid would jet straight into your body," Cyrus answered. "The phrase too horny to think comes to mind. While you can try and fight the urges, eventually you'll start suffering from blue balls, and you know how those can be painful."

The purple dragon flinched. "How did you deal with it then?" Zane asked, cleaning up the cum that was leaking down his legs.

"The way we all do. By fucking," Cyrus replied. "That is, if you managed to live. We fought off the assailants and as soon as we were clear, it was a fuck fest." The dragon allowed himself to remember the memories from back then. "Still, our squad didn't fall so easily to the underhanded tactics because of our training."

"What type of training did you do to fight against the urge to fuck?"

Cyrus then glanced at him and told him the answer as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "By edging."

Zane blinked. "Edging? That's how you did it?"

The black dragon nodded. "Edging helps you hone your focus. Keeping yourself at that heightened state of arousal and not allowing yourself to go over the cliff, is a test not many would pass. But if you succeed, you would have better control of yourself, and a deeper understanding on how your body functions. You're not as easily distracted by a fat schlong." Cyrus emphasized his point by swinging his hips side to side. His cock followed the motion automatically, swinging like a pendulum in front of his son. "I suggest you try it."

"Edging, huh?" Zane thought of the prospect. Getting better at focusing would aid him in battle, so it wasn't a hard sell. The only thing preventing him from doing it was the sole fact that Zane liked to have sex as much as the next dragon. Having to stop himself from reaching climax was looking like an impossible task. "I suppose I could give it a shot.

Wanting his son to succeed, Cyrus thought of something to help motivate Zane further. "Tell you what, I got a proposition for you."

Zane's brow rose. "I'm listening."

"Since you're going to be training in edging, how about this: if you don't cum for the whole day tomorrow," Cyrus began. He then turned around and bent over. The dragon grabbed the cheeks of his ass and spread them in front of Zane, giving the younger dragon an eyeful of the pink star that hid behind it. "You get to fuck me in the ass." He glanced back to see Zane looking dumbstruck. "Deal?"

Zane blinked, as if in an effort to break the trance his father's ass put him in. "I just don't cum?"

Cyrus turned around to face him fully again. "Yes. You're going to be fully aroused, but you're not allowed to cum. If you can pull it off, then you get to fuck me."

Just not cum. That sounded simple enough. "Okay, I can do that." Then a question popped into Zane's head. "How do you expect me to be aroused all day though?"

It looked like this problem already crossed Cyrus's mind and he smirked at him. "Let me handle that. I just have to pull in a few favors is all. The challenge officially starts after dinner. I suggest you jerk off as much as you want now because you won't be able to do it in a few hours time."

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It was around later that evening that Zane was able to see what Cyrus had in store for him. After a hearty meal, the incestuous dragon family sat around the table, and Cyrus was filling in Violet on the challenge Zane was going to undertake. "I see..." she said, taking in all of what her mate had just told her. "Well," she said, turning to Zane. "I'm sure you can do it. This would be good training for you."

"Thanks, mom."

Cyrus then stood up and walked to a nearby shelf. "I hope you're ready Zane," he began. The dragon rummaged through a brown knapsack he had brought in earlier that evening. "Because your challenge officially starts after you take this." Zane watched as the older dragon take out a small vial of liquid. Inside it was a blue fluid, reminding the purple dragon of a clear blue sky. Cyrus popped open the cork, and as if on cue, light blue gas began to seep out. Whatever it was, it was odorless.

"What is that?" Zane asked.

"This is what those eastern dragons laced their weapons with," Cyrus answered. "A highly concentrated aphrodisiac that would make any pussy wet, and any cock stiff as a board." The dragon then handed it over to Zane who eyed the vial curiously. "I had to pull in a few favors from the State to get my hands on this. One drop of it can leave a man horny for probably an hour or so. One full vial of it would make them horny for around a day. This is how you're going to be training."

Zane nodded, and took a deep breath. All he had to do was not cum for 24 hours or so. How hard could it be?

"Bottoms up," he said, before taking a swig of the blue fluid. It tasted sweet, like sugary water that normally would be given to kids. Zane downed the whole vial, emptying its contents entirely. A few swallows later, and it was empty. He wiped his mouth and put the empty container on the table. "I don't feel anything."

Cyrus's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure about that?"

It was like being struck by lightning. One moment, he was feeling fine, and then the next thing he knew, his body felt like it was on fire. Zane took a sharp breath, and grabbed the table for support. Like a wave crashing through him, he had to steady himself to get his footing stable. The burning sensation travelled all over his body, starting from his head, and making its way down. It eventually reached his crotch, and from there he felt himself get an erection. The overwhelming sensation to jerk off was insane. His hand moved over to his cock of its own accord and began to stroke himself almost violently.

"Holy fuck!" he cried out.

His cock felt like it was on fire, and each stroke was keeping the flames down. For a brief moment, Zane forgot that he was in the presence of his parents. He forgot that he was at the dining table. All that mattered at that moment was for him to empty his balls.

"Zane!" Cyrus called out. The black dragon reached over to grab hold of Zane's right hand. It was enough to pull Zane out of the fire. The dragon's eyes cleared up, and for a brief moment, Zane could breathe again.

"W-what?" he asked.

"I just want to let you know that you're not suppose to cum," Cyrus answered. "You can jerk yourself off, but not to completion."

The fire inside Zane came back in full force. Fuck! The dragon grimaced, doing his best to take off his hand from his cock. It twitched, dripping pre copiously onto the floor. Violet licked her lips, but kept to her seat. She didn't exactly want to be the reason for his son's failure on the challenge. "Okay...Okay...I can do this..." Zane said, taking a breath. His lungs filled with cool air, yet the heat within him didn't relent. The purple dragon's body shook. Already, Zane knew this was going to be one of the hardest undertakings he had ever brought upon himself.

"You going to be okay?" Cyrus asked.

It took Zane a moment to respond. "Y-yeah...I think I'm going to be okay."

"Good." Cyrus then reached over to gently tap Zane's twitching cock. The dragon responded by keeling over, almost erratically trying to hump the dragon's finger. "Because you're going to have to be."

"...Fuck..."

Zane's dreams that evening weren't kind to him. Normally, the young dragon had dreams that were nonsensical. Dreams that showed him that he lived in a weird place, using magical items that his mind referred to as 'technology'. It was powered by apparently something called 'electricity' whatever that may have been. No, his dreams this time weren't as elaborate or imaginative like those. They were far more carnal, driven by an insatiable lust, brought about by the liquid he had drunk hours prior. It was like a fever dream that bordered between fiction, and nonfiction.

Zane found himself at the town square, surrounded by the busy dragons going about their day to day lives. Merchants were carrying their items to their shops. Men and women of all ages were minding their own business. He on the other hand, as he realized, was lying on his back. He wondered why, but quickly saw the reason. A blue dragon was on his crotch, sucking on his hard cock like his life depended on it entirely. Such an act would have been vulgar. While their dragon culture was open to sex, and any other pervese activities, they still had dignity in regards to perverted acts in public. It wasn't outlawed, but at the very least discouraged.

Which was why Zane panicked when he saw a group of guards walk by his direction. He tried to get the blue dragon off his cock, but his mysterious lover interpreted it as him to work even harder. Zane mewled like a kitten, unable to move as the sensations coursed through him. It felt like the dragon was sucking his very soul out! By the time the guards were in clear view of him, Zane only hoped that they wouldn't be in deep trouble.

"I-I am terribly sorry," he said, beginning to start a train of apologies. "I-I tried to stop..." But it immediately derailed as he saw that the guards weren't in the least bit concerned. In fact, all three men were sporting raging hard ons of their own. One of the dragons smiled at him, speaking for the group saying, "do you mind if we join you?"

Zane blinked. He briefly looked around and saw that everyone else acted as if they weren't there. Or at least, ignored their sexual act in public to the best of their abilities. He even saw some other men openly jerking themselves, winking at Zane when their eyes caught one another. "Uh," Zane said, turning back to the guards. "Sure," he answered. Who was he to resist the company? The more the merrier, after all.

Like magic, the guards clothing fell to the floor, leaving three buff dragons in the nude for everyone to see. An orgy of sex, and sinful acts began amongst their small group. Zane opening his mouth as wide as he could to greedily take in two thick cocks in his mouth from two of the guards. The blue dragon that was servicing him, had turned to service the third guard instead. It was like a competition between them, with Zane going for gold to jerk off two cocks to completion.

A small crowd had begun to form around them, onlookers watching with lust and desire, but daring not to interrupt the show before them. Some were even stroking themselves, clearly getting off at the lewd sight. At some point, Zane found himself on his knees bent over, getting filled on both ends. One cock was in his mouth, and the other was at his backend. The two guards moved in perfect unison. When one thrust in, the other pulled back. The three of them were like a well oiled machine, jerking back and forth. Zane was lost in the lust, a haze of desire blocking his view. A messy conclusion soon followed, with the guards painting Zane white completely. His purple scales were all covered. With all the cum that was blasted on him, you would have thought he was a white dragon to begin with!

Zane found himself lying on his back, surrounded by the bodies of the people he was with. He was sticky, white, and could feel cum leaking out from all of his orifices. It felt like heaven to him. The purple dragon found himself drifting off, his consciousness slipping as exhaustion from the act caught up to him.

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Zane woke up with a start. He was drenched in a cold sweat, heart pounding in his chest. The dream felt so vivid. It felt so real. He never had a dream like that before. The dragon took a moment to regain his composure, wiping the sweat that was dripping onto his brow. It was then that he realized that something felt different. He looked towards the base of the bed and saw a large form under the covers by the base of his crotch. He flinched, feeling a sharp sensation travel across his body.

"W-what the--?"

He took hold of the covers and flipped it over, shocked to find Cyrus between his legs.

"D-Dad?!"

Cyrus had Zane's cock in his mouth, the dragon hungrily sucking on the stiff rod. Lewd slurps filled the room, and it left Zane feeling weak. The sound of his son's voice caught Cyrus's attention, making him stop in his motions momentarily. The dragon looked up, removing his mouth from the Zane's cock with a perverted pop. "Morning, son."

"What...are you doing...?" Zane asked, sounding out of breath.

Cyrus stuck his tongue out to lick the base of the dragon's cock all the way to the tip. He swirled his tongue around, making sure to get a taste of the bead of pre that leaked from it. The black dragon savored the taste. He then leaned back, smiling at his son. "Getting a taste of the sweet juice."

Zane rolled his eyes. "You know I'm suppose to be edging, right? How am I supposed to focus on that if you're sucking me off?"

Cyrus waved a dismissive hand at him. "Oh relax, you're fine. We've been fucking for so long, I know exactly when you're about to cum." He then patted his son's thighs. "The reason why I'm sucking you off is because you taste very good."

"I thought that was a given."

"Better than you normally do," Cyrus answered. He then leaned forward again to suckle on his son's cock. Zane reflexively gripped the bed sheets, feeling a spurt of pre escape from his cock. He never expected to be woken up by his dad sucking him off, and yet here he was now. The dragon took deep breaths, doing his best to focus on anything but the actions of his father. Eventually, Cyrus relaxed a bit.

"Damn, I miss that taste!"

"What did you mean by tasting better?" Zane curious asked, catching his breath.

"The fluid that keeps you rock hard right now, makes your cum taste sweeter, a by product of the concoction," Cyrus answered. "It also gives the receiver a milder effect of what you're feeling." The dragon then sat up right, revealing the throbbing erection between his legs. The dragon's cock pointed at Zane menacingly, dripping pre onto the bed sheets. "Would you mind helping me with this?" he asked.

Zane looked at his father's cock, then to his father's pleading gaze, then back to his father's cock again. The dragon shook his head. "Can't you have mom deal with that for now?"

Cyrus pouted. "But your mouth is better than hers." He then placed a finger on his mouth, shushing himself. "Don't tell her I said that though."

"You're such a hornball, Dad."

"Look at it this way. If you keep this up, you'll be able to fuck me later," Cyrus responded, teasing his son by stroking Zane's cock briefly.

Zane sighed. That was probably the only thing keeping him through this rather perverted ordeal. "Get over here."

Cyrus grinned, looking forward to getting off. Zane sat upright before positioning himself firmly to be able to lower his head and suck off his father. Truth be told, sucking cock wasn't what he expected to do first thing in the morning, but if anything, it actually was what he wanted the most. The throbbing in his cock was making it hard to think of anything but sex. Doing this was at least addressing the problem.

The black dragon let out a sigh of relief, feeling the warm mouth of his son on his cock. He wasn't lying when he said that Zane's was a great cock sucker. Violet was a great cock sucker in her own right, but Zane was a master in his own craft. Even more so now that the aphrodisiac was coursing through Zane's veins. He sucked on the hard rod like a lollipop, swirling his tongue around the tip before trailing it back down to the base. He used his free hand to massage the two hanging balls from underneath.

Cyrus eventually lied back down the bed, whilst Zane worked on his crotch. The smell of sex filled the room, along with the sound of Zane hungrily downing his father's crotch reverberated against the walls. The purple dragon could feel his crotch begging for him to stroke it. But the dragon relented. As perverted and twisted this challenge/training technique was, it was actually working. The dragon was powering through the haze of lust, and was focusing on the task that he was doing. Cyrus's method of teaching was having an effect on him.

At some point Cyrus began to thrust in his son's mouth, with Zane happily taking the beating. His father's crotch smashed into his face, his nose momentarily getting buried into the base. The deep earth, musky scent of Cyrus filled his nostrils, fueling Zane to go even further. Cyrus lowered his hand, placing them atop Zane's head. The dragon moaned through the pleasure, muttering curses under his breath as he fucked his son's mouth repeatedly.

"Fuck, I love that mouth," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

His hips kept pumping upwards, up, down, up down, his cock pistoning inwards and outwards of his son's wet mouth. Drool and pre escaped the sides of Zane's lips, drenching his own bed. Without warning, Cyrus reached climax. The dragon cried out, emptying the contents of his balls into Zane's hot mouth. White cum ejaculated into the dragon's throat, and Zane did his best to gulp it all down. The sweet, tangy, yet bitter aftertaste clung to the back of his throat. It was an acquired taste that by now, was something Zane was used to eating. Bits of cum escaped the side of his lips, and he used his tongue to clean it off him.

The two took a moment to regain their composure after the exciting morning.

It was Cyrus who broke the silence, smiling happily at Zane who smiled back at him. "Thanks, son."

Zane removed himself from his father's cock. The smell of sex and the smell of his father's cum clung to his face. He wanted a shower. "You're welcome, dad."

Cyrus glanced down and could see his son still rock hard as ever. "Only a few more hours to go," he reminded him.

"I know." Zane flinched slightly, feeling a stab of pain come from the base of his crotch. The sensation of blue balls was already beginning to set in. This was going to be a tough day indeed.

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The hours that soon followed felt like the longest hours in Zane's life. The dragon did everything in his power to not think about sex, or anything perverse for that matter when he went about his day. He even went so far as to lock himself in the study to get some light reading done to help pass the time. But try as he might, his member continued to throb painfully, making Zane wonder if all this trouble was worth it. Was it really worth it to fuck his father in the ass? As soon as he even posed that question, the answer made it clear to him. Yes, yes it was.

As the hours ticked by, Zane felt pain beginning to emanate from his lower half. Hours of inaction left his balls aching for release. His cock was constantly leaking, and the dragon allowed himself one stroke to at least alleviate the pain. The afternoon couldn't come any sooner. At some point, the words he was reading on the page seemingly changed meaning, finding words itself becoming sexy. The dragon blinked, closing the book titled, 'When X met Y, a book about Algebra.' If math was turning him on, it was a serious matter indeed.

Thankfully Zane managed to survive the long hours, and stepped out of the study to greet the afternoon sun. The purple dragon made his way to the courtyard, already finding Cyrus waiting there for him. The dragon was doing some stretches, and whether he did it intentionally or not, the dragon was bent over, his ass perfectly in view. It took everything Zane had in him to not jump the black dragon right then and there. Even if his tight, bubbly backside was ripe for the taking.

"I was wondering where you were," Cyrus remarked looking at his son between his legs. He then stood upright, groaning slightly as he felt joints get back into position.

"I was in the study," Zane answered. He did some preliminary stretches like his father in preparation for their typical afternoon spar. "Figured that maybe reading would get my mind off sex."

Cyrus glanced at the throbbing member between Zane's legs. "How did it go?"

"I was reading a math book, then for some reason the words began to tell me that X fucked Y when he was looking for the Z." The dragon shook his head. "I closed the book from there."

"Ah," Cyrus remarked. "I know how that feels. Now you know what us warriors had to endure when we had the aphrodisiac coursing through us. Imagine having that bothering you, whilst still trying to fight for you life!"

Zane nodded, taking a deep breath. "I see." He turned to his father who was walking a few paces away from him. "You ready to spar?"

"I don't know." Cyrus responded. "Are you?"

The purple dragon's eyes narrowed. Even with a raging erection right now, he was still going to give this fight his all. A few seconds later and the two dragons clashed, throwing punches at one another in an attempt to bright the other done. Left, right, left, right, Zane threw jabs and punches like a well oiled machine, dodging and bobbing left and right whenever Cyrus tried to counter. His thoughts were single, driven, and tuned to what he was doing. He wasn't thinking of anything else, and letting his actions and instincts guide him.

Cyrus ducked, making Zane's attempt to kick him whiff. The dragon's legs sailed pass above his head, leaving the purple dragon wide open. He was going to counter, but was taken aback when Zane's tail followed right after. It hit Cyrus square in the side, breaking his guard. Zane capitalized on his advantage, laying up a mix of punches and kicks to Cyrus was barely keeping up. The barrage of attacks left the dragon unable to counter.

He wasn't able to block for long.

Zane feinted left, before going for a right, and it landed perfectly. Cyrus's body spun as he toppled to the ground. The purple dragon climbed atop him, pinning him perfectly to the floor. The match was over, and the victor was set. Zane had won against his father. It took a moment for the two to regain their composure, Cyrus laying on the floor panting. Zane was atop him, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Zane was so shocked that he actually won, that he wasn't even aware of the compromising position they were in.

"Well, it looks like you beat me," Cyrus said, looking back at him. "Fair and square."

"I...I did," Zane answered. "I did beat you."

Cyrus nodded, smiling proudly at his son. "That's why I told you to focus son. When you focus, you'll let your body just carry you and your instincts will guide you."

Zane nodded, smiling back at his father.

The purple dragon then smirked at him. "Why don't you claim your prize then?" He emphasized his statement by shaking his butt at his son. Zane grinned, but was elated. All the lust that he was mentally keeping at bay was released, and he let his body do the rest for him. His hands moved around his father's backside, holding and squeezing it in his hands. It was like a soft pillow. Soft, yet firm but malleable. He spread it apart with his hands, revealing the pink star winking at him amidst the black scales. Zane was in the perfect position, his cock already lined up with the hole he desired the most.

Without even saying a word, he dove right in, sinking his throbbing cock inwards. The feeling was unlike anything else in the world. If someone had told Zane that he died at that moment, he would have believed them outright. The sensation of the tight, hot hole rubbing up against his hard aching cock was utterly pure bliss. Zane might as well have momentarily passed out at the moment, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull.

Zane's body moved of its own accord, happy to finally be able to let itself do what it has been wanting to do for hours now. Cyrus on the other hand closed his eyes, gripping the fur bedding on the floor he laid on tightly. The white on his knuckles began to show. He always knew that Zane had a big schlong. But feeling it was something else entirely. It took a moment for him to get used to the size, but once he did, he joined Zane in the feeling of pleasure. The two dragons began to rut one another. Zane's hips formed a rhythm, thrusts going back and forth inside and outside of Cyrus's backside. Maybe it was because of the lack of action Cyrus's backside was getting, or whether he was just naturally like that, Cyrus's ass was tight. It clung to Zane's cock as if an effort to squeeze out all the cum he had in him. Zane was more than happy to loosen his father up however.

A growl emanated from the purple dragon's throat, a more animalistic side of him taking over. At this point, he didn't care if he was hurting Cyrus (though with the way the man was moaning, he wasn't hurting at all) all Zane wanted was to get off. Due to the fact that he had been nursing this erection for a while now, it didn't take long. Like a fuse getting lit, Zane felt his end near. He erupted without warning, only roaring out loud for anyone to hear. White hot cum escaped his cock and deposited it into Cyrus's used backside. Ropes upon ropes of cum ejaculated straight out of him, painting the black dragon's scales white. Some leaked out the sides, the sheer volume of it being too much for the hole. Zane's orgasm lasted for what took about five minutes. At the end, his balls were entirely drained. Zane genuinely thought he may never cum again.

Cyrus, on the other hand, was in a state of bliss, his son having perfectly ram him in all the right places. The hot gooey ending was the perfect way to cap things off. The two of them were tired, worn out by the action and the hot sex that soon followed. By the end of it, Zane flopped down next to him, completely and utterly spent. No words were shared between them as they took a moment to regain their composure.

It was Zane who was the first to break the silence. "Fuck."

Cyrus chuckled, finding the strength to push himself up. "Indeed. I hope you enjoyed that."

Zane grinned, glancing at Cyrus. That grin however change to that of a look of surprise when he saw that Cyrus had not cum at all. In fact, his father's erect cock was pointed angrily at him, throbbing and in need of attention. Cyrus reached for him and turned Zane over, the latter too tired to even move himself. "But you still have much to learn." The black dragon then took hold of Zane's legs, pushing them well above the dragon's head. The purple dragon's hole was fully in view, and ready for Cyrus to ravage.

"Fuck, dad," was all Zane could muster to say.

His father then wordlessly fucked him, Cyrus's thick cock going deep into Zane's backside. The younger dragon cried out, a look of bliss capturing his face. Cyrus then returned the favor, fucking Zane the way the dragon did. The father and son had a moment together, enjoying each other's body for their own pleasure. Zane closed his eyes, happy at the position he was in. He loved the way Cyrus dominated him.

Cyrus growled, sinking his member into Zane. Cum leaked out of his own used backside, making a mess on the floor. He wanted to do the same thing to Zane. The purple dragon was more than happy to take Cyrus's length, having had it numerous times but never getting tired of it. Time passed between the two of them, lost in their moment of passion. But it all eventually came to a halt when Cyrus felt his end nearing. With a quick deep thrust, he buried his cock as far as he could. Skin slapped against skin, and Cyrus's balls were resting on Zane's body. Cyrus's cock throbbed, and he too ejaculated. This was his second ejaculation for the day, and he still had much more to give. Ropes upon ropes of white semen escaped from his stiff pole and into Zane's backside. He held him there, letting his cock do its work. The dragon moaned, the feeling of bliss electrifying his body once more. There was just no better feeling than cumming.

A few moments later, he flopped down next to Zane, just as tired as his son was. "Now that's..." He took a moment to regain his breathing. Both dragons had cum leaking out of their ass at this point. It was a complete and utter mess, and they were both happy with it. "That's how you fuck."

Zane chuckled, exhaustion hammering onto him. The effects of the aphrodisiac were beginning to wear off, and all he wanted to do at that moment was to just sleep. "Thanks for the great training session, Dad."

Cyrus smiled. He leaned in and kissed his son tenderly on the lips. "You're welcome, son."

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**Author's Notes:

Yes, I got commissioned! Again! Yay for continuous paid work.

Honestly, this is probably the first time I've had commission work back to back, and it's been a blast doing so. It's a nice challenging way to flex my creative writing muscle and see what I can do when people tell me what I should write.

I like to think I did well on this commission. At the very least the commissioner is happy, and honestly, that's all that matters. :D**