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The cold air hung over the snowy forest like an icy blanket, coating the thick pine trees in glittering frost, ice crystals blooming from the leaves like frozen flowers. The distant winter's sun offered very little warmth to the cold world with its faint glow as clouds danced across the golden morning hue above. The only sound was that of the wind in the branches, scattering many pine needles in its restless wake as countless forest creatures scurried and darted through the heavy snowfall, leaving prints to form mini highways within the white mass.

That was, at least, save for the largest hunter that stalked the chilly world. Fur dark and thick with a winter coat, the young vesper-drake prowled amidst the frosty vegetation with a keen eye. His ears were posed tall, his muzzle twitching at every new scent, while the warm plume of his breath bloomed forth with every exhalation. Sanguine was no stranger to hunting in the cold, his kind were built to live in the most hostile of frozen wildernesses, yet alone, as he'd been for months, it was hard to deny that catching prey in the wintery wasteland, wasn't as easy as it would have been with a pack.

Not like I need them after all they've done. He thought bitterly, clenching a claw in the snow, causing the thick, white crystals to melt into sludge. _I'll be fine out here on my own, I'm almost halfway through winter already. _

It was an idea he desperately wanted to believe and shaking any doubts from his mind, he pressed on through the snow, following the many animal prints that marked a major game trail. His paws scrunched in the deep sheet as he peered over low-lying ferns and between frosty branches, he scoured the floor for any evidence of prey, from the brakes in icy brooks, to the scattering of pinecones left by squirrels. He heard the caws of birds, peering upwards to see crows circling, their black feathers a stark contrast to the pale gold of the early morning sky.

Good, they must have found something on the ground! He thought hopefully, dropping into a low prowl with his wings flat against his sides as he stalked over. _Maybe a recent kill? Should be easy! _

No matter his family's opinion regarding scavenging, he wasn't above chasing some wolves off a corpse to get some food. The deep growl in his hungry gut was a testament to that as he rounded a corner between two towering pine trees to spy a crimson smear upon the snow. There was blood on the ice, feathers and leaves laying scattered about it as if there had been some kind of serious struggle. Yet there was not a body in sight, nor the prints of whatever may have killed it.

Weird, there's no predators bigger than me out here, and certainly no hunters that don't leave tracks. He racked his brain for anything he could recall about his home's wildlife. No, no, to hide tracks like that they'd have to fly. _But there can't be any vesper hunters out here, it's too far east. _

He was suddenly very on edge, his ears stood tall, twitching like those of restless rabbits as he posed like a deer before the hunter's arrow. His blood ran hot, his breath deep as his sharp eyes darted from left to right. Then he dropped low and darted back into the trees' cover, half expecting some assassin to leap out at him. Yet no such surprise assault came, there was only the cold howl of the wind and the shimmer of snow in the dawn light.

Come on, Sanguine. It's nothing. He assured himself as he started to think more logically. _A hawk or eagle probably took the kill, ever consider that? _

He had to admit, that was a plausible idea, as he scratched his neck, the itching irritation of his growing winter coat causing his spine to prickle anxiously. Therefore, after hunkering down in the vegetation for what felt like hours, he finally perked up, snorting a thick plume of breath as he glanced around.

I just have to find food, then head back to the cave. There's no one else out here. He assured himself, spurred into action once more as he crept out. _There's got to be a deer or something to eat! _

True to that, it was only a few moments before his sensitive nose caught the scent of something blowing on the wind, and while his senses jumped around in search of a predator as much as they did prey, he finally came upon the source of the wild odor. There was a small clearing, crossed in the center by a half-frozen river, the water only left flowing due to its rapid speed over the slick rocks. Beside it, head low in the gushing liquid, was a deer, a magnificent stag, dew-soaked coat glowing in the early sunlight.

The young prince licked his lips, coiling his tongue about his sharp fangs as he eagerly imagined the taste of fresh meat. Venison was a common delicacy in his homeland, and he pressed low to the snow, his hind legs coiled, his rear up and wings flat at his side as he studied the beast. Every detail, from the steady rise and fall of its chest, the small puffs that escaped its flared nostrils, and the shudder of its sharp ears, was considered. He could even hear the thud of its heartbeat as he narrowed his gaze and rolled his strong shoulders.

He was downwind, there was no way the thing could know he was there, and within seconds of his sharp talons pressing into the snow, he was within perfect striking distance. He would kill it fast, his fangs into its neck until it was starved of air or bled out. The perfect tried and homed hunting technique of his dynasty and without another moment's hesitation, his legs uncoiled like a taut bowstring and he lunged claws first at the unsuspecting prey.

Air rushed by as his heart raced, the prey mere inches from his talons, when, like lightning, a pale-blue blur appeared to his left. The vesper flared his wings, staggering mid-jump, yet it was too late, and before he even struck the deer, he collided muzzle first with the strange object. The sudden interception, sent them both sprawling as the deer bolted into the frosty trees. Wings, claws, and talons flailed as, with a heavy thud, the pair landed in the deep snow, and before he knew it, there was a heavy mass of scales pressed over Sanguine.

What in the night's name? He thought, kicking up and thrashing before he could even consider what was going on. It must be a guard or assassin hired by Father; I have to go!

In full-on panic mode, he thwacked and batted his claws at the stranger, only to suddenly have his limbs pinned by strong, blue-scaled paws, and an equally firm pair of sky-colored wings.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" the stranger suddenly exclaimed, and Sanguine stopped shaking his head, looking up into a pair of emerald green eyes. "You're the one who barrelled into me!"

What? The young prince's mind ground to a halt as he snorted a puff of icy vapor. I hit him? He hit me! He narrowed his eyes and said as much.

"Hey, you were the one who shoved me away from my prey! That was my deer!" The stranger drew his head back, a coy smile appearing on his muzzle as Sanguine pressed. "What are you smirking at, commoner? If you're some assassin, how about you kill me and get it over with, rather than toy with my hunting?"

The sky-blue dragon cocked his head at that, a genuinely perplexed look dawning on his face as he glanced about.

What's he looking for, reinforcements, traps? I knew someone would come after me? Damn, maybe I shouldn't have told him that. The vesper's mind raced. _I should fight, he's my size, I could take him. _

"I can promise you, I'm not an assassin or some thug," the frosty dragon assured, ruffling his wings. "Though, I'd certainly like to hunt you," he added with a wink.

"What's that supposed to mean? Why try to steal my deer then?" Sanguine pressed, squirming under his aggressor's bulk. "Umph, get off me, you're heavy!"

"What, you calling me fat?" he asked in mock offense, before adding with a smirk. "What I mean, is that last I checked, the deer here were free game, and so are lonely vespers in the forest."

"Go on then, like I said, kill me and be done with it," Sanguine spat, his tail flicking, only for the stranger's to coil with it, the two entwined. "Gah, what are you...?"

The stranger lifted a foreclaw, yet before the prince could use the leverage to lash out, the sky-blue dragon pressed a talon to his fuzzy muzzle.

What in the night's name is he doing? He's got to be the worst assassin I've ever seen. He thought begrudgingly. _Then again, maybe he's not lying when he says he's not here to kill me? _

The puzzled vesper outwardly blinked in surprise, eyes almost going crossed as he attempted to peer at the talon laying upon the tip of his snout. All the while, his pale-blue hunter grinned.

"I'm just admiring the view; almost glad I didn't catch the deer." He chuckled, running his free forepaw down the bat-dragon's side. "You're a fine vesper, I've heard tales about how lean your kind are, but... Wow."

"Yes, I'm a vesper, and who might you be?" Sanguine demanded, not so tempted to shrug off the dragon's wandering paw. "Last I heard there were no other ice dragons out here."

"Oh, so you can see I'm an ice dragon, very perceptive?" he cooed, lifting a wing and rolling his shoulders, then hips, flashing his sleek body. "The name's Zephyr, and you are?"

"Sanguine," the prince spat, so focused on his attacker's lean body he didn't think about the weight his name carried, and Zephyr blinked.

"Wait, like... Night prince Sanguine?" he asked, voice half a splutter as he took a deep breath. "By the ice, you are!"

Sanguine's eyes suddenly popped wide in alarm as he surged up, using all his strength and training to flip Zephyr onto his back and pin him down. The icy drake made it surprisingly easy, more of a smitten look on his face than any will to fight back as he rolled over, his back pressing into the snow with a shallow puff. All the while, Sanguine snorted, snarling as his muzzle wrinkled, and his fangs flashed dangerously.

"Oh, so strong and fearsome," cooed Zephyr, his tail still coiled with the prince's as he seemed to relax. "Is it getting hot out here? Mmm, sure feels that way?"

"So what if I'm the prince, what's that to you?" Sanguine snapped, his ears flat and heckles raised like a deadly viper. "I...." He paused and glanced back as Zephyr rolled his hips, a pink tip poking free of his pale slit. "A-are you getting off on this!?"

"What? You're kinda hot, all strong and assertive?" The ice dragon shifted a little more, pressing his back into the snow as he spread his pale wings and cooed. "I don't care if you're the missing prince or not, I just wanna know what royal dick feels like right now, not gonna lie."

What, is he for real? Sanguine thought, lifting a fuzzy eye crest as he leaned back a little. _I'm all up for fucking other males, but... Seriously, this is where this is going? _

He felt hot and bothered all of a sudden, his ears drooping as a warm blush pooled in his furry cheeks.

"Y-you're serious... Pretty simple needs, don't you?" he asked, his tail coiling a little tighter as Zephyr smirked.

"Aww, look at you, you're blushing!" he teased, reaching up a forepaw to rub the side of Sanguine's neck. "How about you let me up, so I can show you how simply I can mount you?"

Dismissing his embarrassed stooper with a blunt snort, the prince shook his head, stomped a forepaw in the snow, and declared.

"Absolutely not, if we're going to do this, then I'm on top!" He lifted his head, feeling his own cock start to slip free. "Umph.... A prince never submits."

"Looks like you're submitting to your needs right now, sweetie?" Zephyr giggled, playfully running a paw over Sanguine's swelling cock. "Two knots, wow, royal stock really is fertile."

"You won't say that when it's spreading your ass like a balloon, cocky boy," the prince countered, and Zephyr snorted a laugh.

"Ha, try me, fluffy boy!" he challenged, shoving his own cock up, and rotating a talon. "You wanna be on top, and I want your dick, so how about you turn around and we can both have some fun?"

"What, you mean to suck me off?" the royal dragon asked in confusion, and the ice dragon rolled his eyes. "That's under the table, servant work!"

"Fine, it's what we commoners would call a sixty-nine," Zephyr elaborated, shoving his fluffy mate's butt around, until, after an awkward blunder, the two were in prime position.

"Good." The icy dragon licked his lips as Sanguine peered down at his pink shaft in awe. "Now for some real hunting," he added, giving the vesper's double knot a long lick.

The bat dragon felt the sudden shock of pleasure in an instant, and in a flash, he melted into Zephyr's loving licks like the snow around them melted in the rising sunlight.

Oh, that feels so good. He thought, as he instinctively rolled his hips. _Feels like I'm being mounted by an invisible male! _

It felt utterly magical. The ice dragon certainly seemed to know what he was doing as his tongue coiled about the vesper's rod like a spring. The rough surface caressed and stimulated his member, from knots to tip, until beads of pre leaked out, sparkling like morning dew in the dawn light.

"Gah, by the night... you fiend!" Sanguine spat, pressing his paws to the snow and clawing at the frozen ground beneath. "You call this hunting? This is... Umph... It's..."

"It's what, sexy?" cooed Zephyr as he withdrew his tongue and glanced back with a sultry smirk. "What were you going to say?"

He wiggled his rear, toned flanks and long cock swaying in the smitten vesper's face as Sanguine struggled for words and became hot as the rising sun with embarrassment. Yet his tormentor didn't give him a moment's reprieve, Zephyr ran a forepaw along his double-knotted shaft, rubbing his ripe bulge and inner thighs.

"Oh, I see, dragon got your tongue?" he purred, eyes lidded as he gave the prince's cock another long, drawn-out lick. "Not gonna get me back, my cock's right there...? I'm already leaking pre and you've not even touched me yet."

This dragon is... A monster... But... He's so hot! Sanguine narrowed his sharp eyes and snorted. If he thinks I'm going to be outdone by him, he's got another thing coming!

He reached out, shoving the blue dragon's rump down into the snow as he plunged his head downward. Even with a mouthful of bat dick, Zephyr gave a shrill moan as the prince took his cock in his mouth and started to bob his head. He had a great deal of experience with males, but never like this, never so forward and ferocious. All the while his lover sucked him off just as hard, until the two's hips both rolled and their muffled moans sent birds scattering from the trees.

Umph, I'm not cumming first, at the very least. Sanguine was sure, muscles tense as stone as he resisted the swelling orgasm in his nethers. I'm a prince, I don't lose!

From the way his lover was quivering, he could sense that the icy dragon wasn't far off his own climax, and determined not to cum first, Sanguine doubled his efforts. Years of royal etiquette and pride, demanding he do his utmost. His hind legs kicked and he shuddered, yet nowhere near as much as Zephyr's as the horny dragon's eyes rolled back, he shoved his hips up, and like the blast from a volcano, he came hot, sticky cum right into Sanguine's mouth.

The prince pulled back as the strings of warm seed slathered his fur, coating him in a sticky sheet that steamed in the cold air. Yet the very motion caused his own climax to surge forward, and like a dam had been breached he moaned loudly, snorting frosty sparks as he came deep into his lover's muzzle. The icy dragon ate up the hot seed greedily, panting as he did so, before even he was forced to pull back, his cyan scales coated in the royal cum as he flopped back in the snow.

Panting hard, Sanguine glanced back over his shoulder at the dragon, doing his best to remain standing through his afterglow as he swayed.

"You came first, so predictable," he sneered, but the icy dragon only offered a toothy grin as he spanked the prince's rump. "Oof, hey! That's royal cum coating you, you should be proud!"

"Honey, it's not the mess that I'm liking. Looking at your ass on the other paw..." He graciously lifted Sanguine's tail, giving his rear a long lick. "Mmm, so tasty!"

"Well, get a good look, because I'm tempted to sit on you!" The prince warned, yet Zephyr looked anything but opposed. "Gods, you're horny!"

"What can I say, alone in the forest with nothing but snow... Can't help it when a handsome bat comes along," he purred, caressing the royal rump more so. "So what are you gonna do to me, my king?"

Sanguine had to think about that for a long moment, yet before he could fully contemplate the idea, Zephyr gave his thick cock another long lick, scooping the heavy strings of cooling cum off with his tongue.

"T-that's it... you can clean me!" He declared; ears perked as he felt a sharp lance of pleasure spike through him. "You can clean the royal rump!"

"Oh, I think I will but..." Before he knew it, Zephyr surged upward, rolling him onto his back and pinning him under his talons once more. "What's the point in cleaning you when we're just going to make more mess first?"

Sanguine squirmed, yet in the dominating role, Zephyr was far stronger than he looked, and smirked a toothy grin down at his royal prey.

"You mean to take me again!?" The prince squealed as the ice dragon lowered his rump and coiled his tail tighter.

"Oh, I do, but this time..." He let out a moan as he slipped his tail hole over the double-knotted rod. "We're gonna do things differently."