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Dominance of a Raptor

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by SaphiraFafnar

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The red dragon, Avilia, could not have denied just how drawn he was to Xigfeldo, even though he had left without really a formal or proper goodbye. After breeding the hermaphroditic drake so many times that there was no way that he could not have a clutch of eggs from him (and dragons in their times were particularly virile and fertile), he'd just...left. And that was, perhaps, something that Avilia very much regretted in the glory of hindsight.

He spread his wings wide, the membranes between the spines of his wings strained tight, dipping and scooping the air to shape it to his will. Avilia was more powerful and stronger again after spending time honing his muscles and his flying skills since the last time he'd entered Xigfeldo's territory, although he still struggled when the wind currents picked up higher than he usually flew. He would still take many years to match up to a dragon at full-strength, though his slighter smaller size, in comparison to those that had lived for centuries already, meant that he was ever so slightly more agile. In the event of a fight, though that was unlikely to happen, it would mean that he had an edge that could get him away.

Avilia shuddered. Xigfeldo was not going to hurt him, yet other needs made his flight dip and sway. His wings tilted as he glided down over the lake, watching his reflection flash by beneath him, the tail end of the day coming to a close in the crimson and orange rays of sunset. It painted his red scales in an even more glorious shade and he practically puffed up his chest, shimmering and glittering like a dragon of legends and times long gone by.

Oh, he was a little wrapped up in himself but, really, what did that matter in the grand scheme of things? Avilia shook his head, setting down beside the lake, though the dragon's scent, the drake that he sought, was lighter and fainter than it had been before. His claws dug into the pebbles as he folded his wings in close to his back, settling them back where they ached the least, though he would not have admitted out loud that he was sore and needed to rest after such a flight.

No... No. He was a stronger drake than that, or that was at least what he told himself. He wanted to be bold and he wanted to be strong, but he could not deny that he lusted for the silver-black drake, a hybrid of two types of dragon. Xigfeldo made his heart pound, even if he had transformed him into a female form last time and left him with a belly full of eggs. That had been a strange experience indeed to lay though, Avilia shuddering bodily and shaking his head, glancing between the gentle lap of waves on the shoreline and the cliffs rising above. It was somewhere in those cliffs, up in the cave system, that he had found Xigfeldo, sleeping, that very first time, although that was another story in itself. Since then, he'd tried to challenge the dominant drake and, well, things had ended in him being heavy with eggs that time.

So, why did he find himself coming back time after time again?

"What are you doing here?"

Avilia's head whipped around, lip curling back in a snarl, though he was not as fearsome as he liked to be - at least to a raptor that was well enough used to dealing with dragons and other creatures daily. Keither strutted from behind an outcrop of rock, claws clicking across the stones, his muzzle tilting back and forth as if he was trying, even then, to work out what Avilia was all about. Other ways, however, would prove to be more profitable at digging into what made the red dragon tick...

"Who are you?" He growled, his hackles up, ripping at the base of his neck and junction of his shoulders. "I've never seen you before?"

Keither's eyes widened, though he could not raise his eyebrows in such a manner, not like some others that he had met. The expression was a useful one, although he did have ridges above his eyes that served the place of them in a way too. With his solid, blue wings, however, and similar feathers protruding from the root of his tail, he had many more ways to communicate other than by the means of facial expressions. One had to be wary though of the spines pointing back from his elbows and from his knees too, tipped with poison.

Some of his partners were immune to that poison. Some he had to be more careful with.

The raptor licked his lips. Which was the dragon?

"Considering that I live here and you do not, I think I am the one that should be asking you questions," Keither said evenly. "Though you are too small to be any kind of threat to me."

Avilia bristled, snarling and snapping, fire leaping in the back of his maw.

"How dare you? I am a dragon! And I would have thought that even dim, raptor eyes could see that I am larger than you!"

That much was true, though not by much, as Avilia had not lived for as many years as Xigfeldo, the larger silver-black dragon. Where Keither was about the size of a horse, one of the wild ones that grazed the plains within Xigfeldo's territory, Avilia was a couple of foot taller than him at the shoulder, though there was no great size to the dragon that was still filling out. Maybe that was why he had been so easy for Xigfeldo to pin, although he wasn't so keen on relieving that without wanting to tuck his tail down, hiding his cloaca and the push of his cock spreading the edges of it ever so slightly.

"So, I can see," Keither said. "Yet you don't seem to be much of a dragon still, despite having been with Xigfeldo."

Avilia drew his head back sharply.

"How do you know him?"

There it was. A strange note of jealousy from those that Xigfeldo had touched. The raptor chuckled. It was all a ploy and a farce on his part, of course, as he knew who Avilia was from his scent along. Scent told a tale strong than anyone's words and he had scented the dragon all over Xigfeldo's territory, which he was, in part, a steward of too. It was in that musky, cervine-like scent that he had caught the whiff of need in the dragon, the stirring desire, blossoming into his sexuality over the years that it took for a dragon to truly come into themselves.

The raptor licked his lips, moistening them with the tip of his tongue, sweeping down the side of his muzzle, nostrils flaring and twitching. The red dragon stared at him distrustfully, though there was no real brace in his stance, no real dominance, as loud and as brash as he acted.

Keither chuckled throatily, an idea forming. Yet he did not need the full idea, only a hint, to take that and run with it, pushing on bit by bit.

"I can see why he likes you..."

Keither purred, walking around in a slow circle, tail swishing, following the lines of Avilia's body with a hungry gaze. Now that he looked him over more carefully, it was clear that he was not as young as the raptor had initially taken him for, though it was how he hunkered down that made him look smaller and younger than he was. The dragon lacked time and experience, despite having accompanied Xigfeldo to the Ceremony of Dragons and seeing all that he had seen. Yet time and experience, of course, were two things that Keither had in hefty doses.

Avilia grunted and followed him, turning his head, eyes roaming.

"What are you doing?"

He was more curious than anything else, however, muscles relaxing just a bit, as much as his body had already responded to the scents in the air. The raptor was not against a little drop of wickedness, after all, grunting softly as he released his musk, the oil that dripped from his cloaca not as thick as Xigfeldo's though just as potent. It had a different sweetness to it, something raw and carnal, something that could have reminded one of earthen tones, the deep, peaty aromas rising from the ground after heavy rainfall.

Avilia shuddered as he took in a deep, breath, jaws hanging open. Oh... It was wonderful. Yet not even he could have stopped what he was doing, understanding just how it affected him and struggling, flailing to combat it with his own scent, fighting fire with fire. He would not even draw on the growing flames in the back of his maw, however, not when the mere taste of that scent in the back of his mouth made him whimper and moan, groan after groan rolling forth. There was no consent in allowing his body to make those noises but neither was there any turning back from it once he'd begun, panting harshly, his flanks tight with a line of tension that he could not explain.

Avilia, however, did not need to say anything, not as the raptor smirked and licked his lips with a lewd, wet smack, making a meal of the motion. His pink maw showed through as his jaws hung open, need rising, his cock easily slipping from his cloaca and curling lightly with that soft undulation in the middle. The tip was rounded and yet tapered and he knew the dragon's eyes were locked onto it as he strutted, confident in his ability and not needing to use any manner of force to get the red drake to do exactly as he wanted.

"You know you want this too," he murmured, eyes downcast, roaming from the dragon's legs to the throbbing emergence of his cock, how it already drooled pre-cum, flexing and twitching before his very eyes. "You're back here for a reason but I'm better than him. In another way, you could say that Xigfeldo and I are one and the same."

Keither smiled, though Avilia would not understand why until later, how close the dragon and the raptor were. His sense of smell was not as finely tuned as older dragons and, oh, how he still knew that he had so much more to learn in the world. The problem with not knowing that everything was fully-developed and sharp was that he didn't know quite how things could be, only working and training as his body filled out with more muscle than he'd had the very first time, all the way back then, when he'd come together with Xigfeldo for the first time.

The dragon trembled, muscles pleasurably tense. There was something about that scent wrapping around him, tickling his nostrils, seeping into his lungs and bloodstream, that drew him in, yet he could not move. He was trapped, yet trapped within the realm of his will. He swallowed hard, though even that action came reluctantly, with great difficulty. Avilia shook his head, even the air around him thick and dull and foggy, as heavy as mud. What was wrong with him?

He knew it but did not want to admit it and that was going to have to be enough for him, at least for then. Keither clicked his claws, twitching his head down, though a flick of his feathers, tail sweeping to the side with the lighter, feathery tip, to expose the throbbing length of his cock.

"If you've spent all that time with Xigfeldo, I'm quite sure you know what to do."

Avilia wanted to groan and say that that was not true, that he was a big, dominant dragon who had taken his fair share of others. Truth be told, he had only mated with a few others, male and female, but there had been something missing there, even in the delicious, pink dragoness that he had bent over a rock and pounded for hours on end. His stamina had improved tenfold and he was proud of how many times over he could go, practising and masturbating, especially after having watched the Ceremony of Dragons and his older sibling, a prince of the ceremony, take all in the spotlight.

He wanted to be like that too, though there was something different about him, something else in his soul that he wanted to explore more deeply. There was no explaining, not in his lack of experience, as to why his legs felt week, why the raptor appeared larger than he actually was. Licking his lips, Avilia shook his head, but the movement was slow and clunky, heat prickling at his scales but not from the inside that time. It was not his inner fire fuelling him, driving him on, snarling and snapping at his soul, but something else, something more, the heat of the late-day sunshine at the close of the day not enough to warm him like that.

Keither smirked, arching his tail over his back.

"Or maybe you're looking for this..."

Everything was held within his cloaca, however, and he really had to arch his back to draw the eye down past his cock to where a female entrance and his anal ring, of course, were held within. Fortunately for him, however, the edges of his cloaca were held apart lightly by the thickness of his shaft, showing off all that he had to offer, though even he was surprised that he had to lure the dragon in closer in such a way.

Avilia's eyes glittered. That was better, so much better. That made him feel like a stud dragon, the kind of dragon that could launch himself at such a creature, pin him down and breed him over and over again. Hell, even the bud of his tail-star beckoned in company and Avilia would never have said no to such a treat, cock throbbing and pulsing, drooling a thick stream of pre-cum all the way, in a long, gleaming strand, down to the ground in a near-continuous string.

But the raptor was on the move, swaying his hips, putting a swing into his walk even as he covered a shocking amount of ground with his strong, powerful legs. The feathers fluttering around him hid the muscle quite well and Avilia grunted, shocked into motion as he gave chase.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

Maybe he would have caught up more quickly if he'd thought to fly, ducking into the dimness of a cave by the edge of the lake as the raptor moved on ahead, appearing ethereal and mystical, the sort of creature that set his head pounding. Yes, yes... That was more like the lick of need that the red dragon wanted to feel, something that he understood, something that he wanted so very desperately. If he leaned into that, maybe he didn't have to look at the other side of his sexuality, the kind that made him want to bow his head down to the ground and take everything that was given to him and then more still.

The raptor's fluttering tail-feathers lifted steeply, the floor of the cave polished aquamarine, though Avilia was too hasty to take note of the glorious surroundings, what Xigfeldo had clearly tamed and softened with his breath-ability, and even a little of his magic too. It was amazing what silver dragons could do but there was more still that he wanted to do, wanted to know, that scent luring him on, dropping his guard and defences. Avilia was not as fearsome a beast as he pretended to be, shaking his head, tail flicking back and forth, though the cave was large enough for a few dragons at best and he could not afford to skitter back and forth, clunky and awkward, in such confines.

It was, however, the perfect sized cave for Keither and suited his plumage perfectly, setting off the purple hue of his scales, how they reflected the refracted light. There was a light source coming through from somewhere but Avilia was too concerned to worry about that as he stalked, advancing one slow step after the other. His long, hooked claws clicked across the floor, a growl rumbling in his throat, wanting to be unleashed.

"This is the way it's supposed to go..."

Ah, but he did not yet know that there were things in sex and one's sexuality that he could play either way that he wanted. He grunted and groaned, unaware that Keither had him exactly where he wanted him in the pale blue, eerie and spectral, glow of the crystal cave. He licked his lips and advanced, meeting the dragon head-on, though even the raptor had to admit that he wouldn't have minded one bit swapping places with the dragon, even with what he had in mind for him.

The cave, after all, was a very special one, the crystals infused with far more than simple illumination magic. Of course, Keither could not create that for himself but he knew Xigfeldo and other dragons and they had been good enough to him (as they swapped favours) to create a few teases for him to use. They could not be considered weapons of any sort but that cave was where they were stored, a dwelling accessed only by Keither's signature scent, his marking allowing entry without Avilia even realising that he was walking on ground that, to him, should really have been restricted.

The dragon grunted, pupils dilated, though they did not draw in as much light as they should have, his vision blurring, fogging over with blue. It was strange, very strange, but his mind was so taken aside that he could not find his sense of stability, not noticing the raptor scooping something up from a concealed spot with the tip of his tail. Whether it was a hidden compartment in the cave or something else would only come to light later as he moaned, cock twitching and throbbing with single-minded need. The crimson drake could not think of anything but how good that cock felt, how it throbbed and pulsed, viscously creamy dollops of pre-cum slopping forth, pooling under him. That it was more than he had ever produced before was by the by to him, not even noticing as it splashed and drooled.

Keither smirked, exposing his cloaca again, his throbbing cock tempting at more. That shaft of his was not the smooth shades of the red dragon's but a blue to match his feathers, another striking feature that, even in the realm of sexuality, he was particularly proud of.

"Why don't you come get what you want then?"

He didn't have to be either elegant or eloquent when it came to passion, rushing his words and rasping into a hiss at the tail end, although Avilia was not the sort to consider such things. His jaws hung open, ropes of drool streaming forth, and the dragon was in motion at the very moment that the raptor leapt, feathers flying, slicing through the air like a bird.

Avilia's roar drummed forth but he wasn't thinking straight, only seeing one who needed to be bred, the raptor's scent driving him mad, heart thumping, forcing blood around his body. Yet most of it seemed to have gone to his cock, that fleshy length, as it pulsed and dribbled more and more of his cream, wanting more that even he could not have put words to in the tenacious heat of a spine-tingling moment. His scales ached and he didn't know how to put things, not even to himself, jaws snapping, fire crackling forth. A finger of flame lanced out as Keither twisted out of the way, though there was never any true danger of the raptor being hit, the red dragon simply caught up in the passion that the raptor would tame.

However... Avilia did not yet know that.

Keither was faster and more agile than him, more slippery than an eel, squirming through his claws even as Avilia lashed and lunged. There was a growl on the red dragon's lips but that sent excitement rather than fury through the raptor's heart, blood pumping, tail swinging. It connected with the dragon's tail, as it thrashed, and tossed him off-balance. Only those who had tails could truly understand just how much they used them to balance but, well, that was all to Keither's advantage as Avilia staggered, snarling, peeling his lips back from his teeth.

It was over in an instant, the scuffle brief, as heated as it rendered their blood, Keither's claws digging into the red dragon's inner thigh. Avilia roared but no one was coming to rescue him, even if he did not need rescuing, crashing to the ground like a ton of rock rattling free of the cliff-face. The dragon thrashed and fought but the raptor's scent intensified, his struggles weaker and weaker with every passing moment, that perfectly smooth aquamarine stone floor beneath his back welcoming him with a cool kiss.

All the while, his cock remained out, Keither neatly positioned him on his back so that his wings were trapped, not able to offer any leverage even in such a position. The raptor chattered and chirped a laugh, bubbling up from the back of his throat, although he could not feel too badly for the dragon, for it was not all bad for him. As a matter of fact, all of it was good and there was nothing that the drake needed to worry about there at all, the raptor crooning lustfully as he ground his slippery, wet dick down against the drake's, teasing him with the prospect of, well...anything he wanted.

Avilia grunted, horns clacking against the ground, head back, twisting, arching. Out, out, out - it was wrong to be pinned, he had to get out! Yet the raptor was too quickly, tail holding the length of smooth hide that looked like it could have been formed from shed dragon-scales, at one time, the ends devoid of anything that could hold it together, though the stones set into it were ones that could hold dragon-magic.

Snapping, he groaned hoarsely, though he wasn't even so sure anymore that he was even fooling himself, considering everything. The raptor ducked down to his level, turning his head to survey him with one, large, dancing eye at a time, that length of smooth dragon-hide in his dextrous forepaws.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Keither smirked and shook his head, sliding the collar around the dragon's neck and letting the magical lock fuse it closed, no buckle needed even then. "That's not how we play the game..."

As much as Avilia snarled and snapped, there was nothing he was going to do to get out of his predicament, the raptor's tail tenaciously sweeping over his cock, careful of his leg-spines. He could have surely incapacitated the dragon if he so chose with his poison but, well...there was no sense in that when he could pin and cling to the dragon with his clawed feet instead. They did the trick just as well and the dragon shuddered so wonderfully against him that he wanted it too, cocks grinding together, sliding against one another, the tips drooling, ready for the main event.

The collar made him feel light and fuzzy, sensations that contradicted the strong, bold dragon that Avilia wanted to be seen to be. An order was whispered and he rolled over onto all fours as Keither slithered off, surprising even himself with the speed at which he obeyed, moving softly and fluidly. That wasn't like him either. He was always heavy of foot, walking as if he was trying to make the ground shake, even if that was not the case. But the collar tightened, encouraging him, pressing on his scales, sending a warming wave of something like pleasure through him, though it was not quite that, not quite.

He didn't know what quite it was, jaws hanging open, moaning, wings trembling, fanning out on either side of his body. They could be used, sometimes, to help him dispel heat but nothing was going to help him then but the raptor before him, giggling and grinning and practically bouncing on the spot.

That wasn't very dominant of him. But, in the true sense of the term where one creature took control over the other, it didn't have to be. For what Avilia still had to come to know and understand for himself was that there was no single one way to do things, that he could make his sexuality his own and, of course, make of it what he wanted too.

Maybe that was why it was up to Keither, on that count, to show him the way.

"Get down," Keither purred, twirling his claw seductively in a glint of blue. "All the way, on your belly. Tail nice and high too, don't hide the goods from me."

Avilia's legs folded before his mind had even caught up with what the raptor was instructing him to do - and yet he wanted nothing more than to obey his whim. It was all, in that moment, that existed for him, panting shortly and harshly for him, his back end pointing at the raptor, body already knowing what Keither wanted. It was hardly a stretch of the imagination with Keither's hard shaft pointed directly at him, his cloaca exposed and the drool of his cock pumping forth, everything on show.

"Please... Please..."

Yet not even Avilia knew what he was begging for, aching and moaning even as the raptor lunged. In one fluid movement, however hasty it was in his energetic glee, Keither mounted him, cock sliding up against the dragon's as he found his entrance. It was a forbidden entrance, if one was of other species that were not as enlightened as to the pleasures of the body as dragons were, but the anal entrance held so many pleasures inside it too. The tip of his cock squeezed into Avilia's cloaca, grinding by his cock, seeking out that sensitive passage, how the sphincter clenched and tried to keep him out. That was merely an involuntary reaction of the body, however, and the raptor was not going to complain about something like that. It would not stop him from getting what he wanted.

Keither groaned as he pushed in, though there was nothing gentle in his thrusts. No, that simply would not do for a dragon like Avilia, a dragon who needed to be shown his place, the magical collar with a "lock" that only the raptor could break keeping him where he needed it to be. It was a nifty piece of magic that eased the edges of things, making the wearer more compliant, although it was like being under the influence in a lighter, gentler sort of way, leading the wearer to what they truly wanted. Keither had seen it in the dragon from the get-go and that he needed to be shown the way.

Avilia... Well, to put it politely, the dragon was not naturally a dominant sort, twisting and orchestrating situations so that he could, ultimately, find the bottom role, however he got there. It was a strange way to go about things but maybe he simply had not been exposed to those that could have shown him the pleasures of that way, leaving him wanting to find Xigfeldo and others to "prove himself". That was a concept that Keither could not honestly say that he understood, not when he was one of the ones that were perfectly comfortable in their skin, bearing in and deeper with short, sharp, penetrating thrusts.

The dragon moaned and rolled his head, chin flat to the floor, though there was no will in his body to move. He pressed up with his hind feet and legs just so that Keither could have a slightly better angle from which to thrust, although he was doing well enough as it was, their heights matching up in such a position so that the raptor could curl his hind end, tail tucking down. His cock speared home and Avilia's head swayed and dipped with that exotic edge of building pleasure, each thrust of the raptor's slamming into the sensitive nerves of his anal passage.

It could have been illicit, it could have been taboo. And, on the contrary, it could have been oh so very right. It didn't matter, the collar warming his neck, a part of him but not at the same time. The dragon clicked his teeth together, yet the will to do anything other than what he had been ordered to do simply was not there, regardless of how much he tried to call energy back to his limbs. He was where he wanted to be, his body squeezing involuntarily down on the cock penetrating him in the best of ways, how his body tightened around it, trying to glean the most pleasure from the experience.

Wasn't that what sex was all about?

The dragon groaned, claws tapping, hindquarters bucking, rocking lightly back at the raptor even as he pounded him for all he was worth. Keither snarled and howled and held back not a single bit of himself as he threw himself whole-heartedly into claiming the dragon, hips working furiously as he clawed at the backs of the dragon's legs for leverage. He didn't have to climb up to get to the right height of course, only that the position was quite natural to him, jaws hanging open as his tongue lolled out, flickering and blue, eyes gleaming.

Avilia's breath caught, heart fluttering, lungs tight within the cage of his ribs. That was different... A very different feeling indeed. But there was no time to think about that as each one of the raptor's driving thrusts coaxed more and more cum from him, milking him of his seed, the pleasure tight and yet not quite the pleasure that he was used to either. The dragon groaned, whimpering, begging for an orgasm that would be enough to tame the fire in him, though he should have known that that would have been too much to ask, something that a dragon like him simply should never have wanted.

He was there to serve, after all, yes... The thought came without bidding as the tension within him built and built, never destined to peak as his cock drooled a steady stream, his prostate milked with every thrust. His seed was flowing forth, just as Keither wanted it, and the collar around his neck, the meaning behind it, was slowly becoming clear.

Ownership. But how far did it go?

A furtive kind of creature, Keither shrieked out his orgasm, the ferocity of his climax surprising even him as he spent his load, filling the dragon's anal passage with a thick and creamy load of cum. It did not stream forth from him but came in short spurts, much like his preferred thrusts, though there was an energy and a power between them as they were sent deeper than ever with the woodpecker-like hammering of his hips. He did not pause even in the crux of orgasm, that thrumming, trembling pleasure that set his legs shaking, aching at the point of that high. It was all coming, every last bit of it there for him to take, and Keither snarled viciously, drool splattering. Not that either of them cared for the carnal nature of how their bodies came together, lust rising, aching through in the hump and sway of their bodies.

Every drop flowed home where it belonged and the dragon heaved and gasped, though did not reach a true sexual high for himself. That was the problem with how the raptor had fucked him, milking his cock without sending him freefalling over the edge. He was no fool as to think that it had not been completely deliberate, the sort of thing that one did to drive their partner into a sexual frenzy unlike anything else. He didn't complain though, not even as Keither withdrew his cock slowly, dripping with cum and remaining hard, providing his own lubrication as he parted his jaws in a smirk and dismounted.

Cockily, he stalked, chest puffed out and preening, the dragon slipping back flat to the ground, waiting, heaving, panting. His cock throbbed, trapped between his belly and the crystal floor, although the red dragon still did not feel that there was anything that he could do about it, not even then.

"Is that not enough for you, dragon?" Keither grinned, toying with Avilia as he stalked to the red dragon's muzzle, gently catching it between his claws. "And here I was thinking you were a big stud... Weren't you going to take me?"

Avilia turned his head away but Keither went right along with him, tilting his head to kiss, jaws locking, tongues tangling. His mind battled against his body but there was nothing at all in Avilia that could have held back from kissing his raptor "master" as passionately as he wanted. His tongue twisted around and, even then, he only thought about how to please him, how he could make it better for the raptor, even though his cock so very desperately ached to cum. It was tenacious and it throbbed up like a pulsating need, an undercurrent to it all, although Keither's maw was so very sweet against his own that even an a drake without such a collar could not have brought himself to pull away.

He knew what he needed, as much as it made him shiver. It was strange, it was right, it could never be wrong.

Avilia moaned, saliva shared between their muzzles, cocks hard and drooling.

Maybe it was about time he acknowledged that, the need that had always been there. He didn't have to know where it was leading him, only trust that nothing would happen that he didn't want, even as Keither nuzzled his cheek and inspected him, eye caught by a small crystal hooked on a cord around his claw. Anything shiny was often due to catch the raptor's attention but that was particularly so, dipping his nose to inspect it more closely as Avilia strove to catch his breath.

"What is this?"

Keither delicately prodded at the talisman of sorts on Avilia's fore claw and the drake flushed heaving, flaming teasing between his teeth instead of blushing. It was not as if such a blush could darken his crimson scales anyway, more the sort of thing that could be seen on dragons with lighter, more translucent scales that betrayed the depth and intricacy of their emotions more readily.

"It..." He couldn't disobey, not finding anything in himself that wanted to either, despite everything. "It's a pendant, one to change my sex, from Xigfeldo. After... After he bred me."

"Ahhh..."

Keither's eyes glittered.

"Have you used it?"

The dragon twisted his head back and forth, coiling embarrassment slinking around his throat and tightening there, though the collar told him that the words had to come forth, urging him on.

"Yes... But only when Xigfeldo bred me."

It was not that shameful to admit, was it? He wasn't sure anymore, hungrily staring down the raptor's cock even as cum drooled from his anal passage, marking the edges of his cloaca in an even more carnal marking than Keither's oil.

"Use it."

Avilia blinked.

"What?"

"Change your sex. Now."

There was no questioning the raptor's tone and Avilia licked his lips with a delicious little shudder as he tapped the pendant in a series of notes to activate it. It could not be activated by a gentle knock but a specific sequence had to be inferred into its resonance, emitting a hum as his body tingled and warmed. The dragon panted and stood, Keither walking around behind him once more, his cloaca on show as his cock did not retreat that time, the pendant working magic of its own. For he did not solely need to become female to please the raptor and a combination of both sexes, as Xigfeldo so willingly embraced in his day to day life, was at hand to play too...

Keither licked his lips and shoved his nose in before it was even done, bumping the dragon's cock out of the way to dig his tongue into that rapidly forming cunny, the depth of it growing within Avilia's cloaca. Deeper and deeper, he knew just what to do with his tongue as he forced it in, heart pounding, tail flicking back and forth even as he tipped his nose up for a better angle all over again. He felt every inch of that slit as it formed into a feminine sex and lashed the clit as it swelled into a nub too, that that part was a little superfluous considering that Avilia still had his cock. The anatomy left it quite as if Avilia had two separate sexes within his cloaca, each operating independently of the other even though they were surely combined and linked in a way that they would affect the other, regardless of what happened.

The dragon was not privy to the raptor's mind but he did not pleasure when it exploded through him, the exotic orgasm that had been denied to him in a purely male form thrashing free from his female sex inside. His hot, tight passage clenched furiously around Keither's tongue even as he plunged it deeply, soaking the raptor's muzzle in a squirting dose of his feminine juices, even managing to force their way out of his cloaca to stain and mark Keither's muzzle. His scent was wrapped up in it too, the feminine sex more suited to placing such a marking exactly where it was wanted, as it was, of course, the sort of feature that tempted a partner in, what with the soft wetness of it, the tartly alluring taste coaxing one on. Keither was not immune to that either and licked his lips hungrily, cock twitching and throbbing, halfway jerking off to his stomach as if he was trying to masturbate without using his clawed forepaws.

"Now..." Keither rumbled. "Let's keep you with this female sex for a while, shall we? After all, I am sure I can seed more than one clutch of eggs inside you on this day alone, don't you think?"

It was not as if the dragon had any choice in the matter - well, he may have liked to think that, actually. Maybe he didn't want to have any say in it, pretending that everything was being done simply because Keither controlled him. That could or could not have been but the raptor was eager to see more, to do more, all for the fulfilment of the red dragon's sexual adventures, of which the raptor was quite sure that he needed many. And that was just why Keither lay back on the cave floor, feathers erotically fanned out around him as if he was a creature from the deep blue sky or even the deepest depths of the ocean, that blueness of mystery wrapping itself around him like a lover's tongue around a cock.

He was alluring and yet the dragon found himself shifting into place as if in a dream, a scent wrapping around his throat and guiding him down from there, a point above the collar pulling him there. It was as if his whole body was tied to that collar, the eroticism of it all warming into a tangible heat that Avilia very much felt that he could sink his claws into. It was strange, so very much so, and it didn't make one bit of sense as he shook his head, though it didn't have to make sense.

The raptor forced him to sink onto his cock, even though there was very little sinking involved, Avilia's not so new pussy spreading around it. Every time he changed that part of him felt as if it was the very first time all over again but he could not care any less as he moaned, jaws hanging open. His muscles trembled with the ache and the strength that it took to keep his body held upright in place, on all fours with his tail swinging back and forth, back and forth. It hardly stabilised him at all as he growled, the rippling sound travelling up from his throat, lips vibrating lightly as it rolled forth.

"You like this."

It was a statement, not an imperative, and Avilia grunted in reply, rising and falling sharply, breeding himself on Keither's shaft. It filled him perfectly and his cunny spread more easily around it after his body had been warmed up, cum still leaking from his anal passage, slickening the way just a little for Keither. The raptor did not need any help, his shaft twitching and curling very lightly back and forth, enough to enjoy the sensation, the feel of it all, how the dragon's vent clenched and rippled around him.

Avilia whimpered. More, he wanted more, caught up in the moment and squeezing around the raptor's shaft. He wanted it deeper still, despite how it filled him perfectly already, a groan in the back of his throat and rising forth wantonly. The dragon could not do anything else but to rise and fall, his legs braced but not yet flexible and strong enough in conjunction with one another to be seamless and fluid. But the dominant raptor could tease him there, show him the way, crooning and licking his muzzle, laid out before the dragon like a treat to be devoured.

"Such a good dragon you are... Taking a raptor cock like a pro."

Avilia shuddered. Keither wasn't the treat. He was the treat.

"Deeper... You can go deeper than that. Use your tail, get down all the way."

He had to do it, had to obey, need tingling through, his cunny sloppy after that first orgasm that the raptor had lapped up, the cream of it staining his cloaca in his juices. One orgasm was not enough and Avilia would have agreed with it all to say that he was a slut, a whore that needed to be bred, debased beneath a proud, strong dragoness who took what she wanted to form clutch after clutch of eggs and finding a level of submission that was completely different. It turned his prior conceptions about what he'd thought sex was all about upside-down, the red dragon along for the ride as Keither snarled, internally held testis aching as he tingled on the edge of orgasm. It begged for release and that was something that the raptor was not going to hold back from when it came to his "pet", his sweet dragon-dragoness, one and both, luxuriating in the tightness of their cunny.

It closed around his shaft as the dragon rode him, the two of them tumbling into yet another climax together, claw in claw, need rising, coursing through delectably. It had to come, had to be seen, had to be enjoyed in the best way possible, throbbing forth, spurt after spurt desperate for release. It slopped into the dragon's cunny in a slurp of juices, forced deeper, and the raptor shivered in the knowledge that Avilia could not possibly leave such a time together without being well-seeded, heavily pregnant, that pendant, which he had seen before on others, preventing the dragon from becoming purely male again until his pregnancy was complete.

Keither didn't know how many clutches of eggs the dragon had laid before as he ordered him cockily over onto his belly again, crouched so that Keither could best mount him. One round was not enough for the tease and tenacity of breeding as he moaned and thrust, grinding in, hard and fast, the throb of his cock inside Avilia's pussy driving him on and on. There was no stopping for him, nothing that he could hold back from, breeding and taking the dragon repeatedly, hearing his moans, how he succumbed so very sweetly to it all.

"Remember this feeling," Keither hissed, letting Avilia revel in how their cocks ground up against one another, their position forcing them together despite the raptor penetrating him. "Remember it... If it feels good...there's no need to turn away from it."

Was that what he'd been doing the whole time? Avilia groaned, blinking and rocking his hindquarters back, licking his lips, submitting to his lust, the passion that burned through him. At the point where he thought he could take it no more, he threw his head back and released a blast of flame like nothing he ever had before, scorching the ceiling, though he did not leave a lingering mark on the walls, considering the magic that was contained within them.

The dragon didn't know what to think but he didn't have to think as he was bred, following orders and instructions like a pro, like one who needed to be told what to do. Some positions were ones that he did not even know where possible and Keither teased him with the notion of showing him how to penetrate in flight, the two of them taking it both ways for their mutual benefit.

Avilia trembled, cock throbbing, cunny squeezing in the throes of orgasm even then. Was that even possible for him? He felt so bulky, so ungainly... He didn't know how. Yet maybe all the less experienced dragon had ever needed was someone, of course, to show him how. Orgasm coursed through, a pulse and a tingle heralding the shift from one to the next, moaning deep in the back of his throat, tail swishing, barely aware of what position he was in at any one time.

He didn't have to know. That was for the raptor to control and direct, turning him, nuzzling at his neck, nipping and leaving his mark on him with both teeth and the thick oil drooling from within his cloaca, all under his bidding.

Everything was under Keither's bidding. And that was just fine by Avilia.

Smirking wickedly as they both came down from their highs, though they would keep going long, long into the night, Keither slipped out of the dragon, cock dripping and gleaming with a combination of their juices. The pendant was easily removed with his influence over the dragon and the collar offered an easy slot for it too, something that he had asked the blue dragon who had fine-tuned the original design to craft for him.

Keither shivered. That had been a particularly delightful moment of repaying him, ducked under his stomach to suck his load down... More than one load, in fact. It had been a mutually beneficial arrangement, to say the least.

"Come here..."

He rumbled, coaxing the dragon easily over onto his back, his cloaca on show and cock in the way, though that was no trouble to the raptor as he took it into his maw, suckling and lashing it with his tongue. Strong seed coated the inside of his muzzle, the dragon cumming in an instant, and he groaned, licking it off his maw as he enjoyed all that he could drink down from his pet, the dragon that would come to learn so much until their arrangement ended.

And, even after that, Avilia did not know if he would leave, having to see just what the future held as he fattened over the coming weeks, swelling with a clutch of eggs. He did not yet know that multiple clutches could be seeded within him at the same time, leading him to a very interesting laying session later, but Keither would be right there too when all was said and done, waiting to breed him full all over again.

It was everything that Avilia had never known that he wanted. Learning, knowing, submitting, dipping his muzzle to Keither's cock and sliding his tongue into his cunny and tail hole, the hermaphroditic raptor taking his pleasure from him in more than one way. It was all for him, something that he could lust for, learn from, take everything that there was to take from.

"Lie back..."

Moaning wantonly, it was all Avilia could do to obey, his tail cast out, showing the raptor the way to his cunny, even his cloaca stretched and spread lightly to allow entry.

He licked his lips, eyes alight, the last runs of tension in his body easing out as if they had never been.

Who could have known that the only thing he had ever had to do was to submit?

And, with that, Avilia had everything he wanted and more.