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Kur sighed as he watched the last cloud melt before the fury of the dawning Sun. He could hear his sore foreclaws creak as they gripped talon-fulls of sand. His tail was numb, as if the muscles had crawled away. Yet, a smirk drifted onto his snout as his eyes scanned the sky again, heavy eyelids threatening to block his sight. But he already knew that he would find nothing but the burning Usurper, yet again taking its stolen place above the world.

As Kur's review of the cloudless blue expanse completed, his gaze ended on his less vigilant partner. Yol still sat upright, his tail curled around his strong haunches and his muscled foreclaws planted rigidly in between his hindclaws. A position which conveniently covered his-

An audible sound like the crack of a Tarq's driving whip assaulted his hearing. Even though his maw hadn't been open that far, the force with which he had closed it would've been enough to motivate even the most zealous Golin. The blush that burned the scales on his snout a red shade of black could've turned shell of a sand fish to a molten puddle. He pressed his foreclaws tight against his crotch, mimicking Yol's position, desperate to contain the slight pressure he felt there. His eyes were tied to the sea of dunes that stretched out past his sight, not daring a glance at his friend. He prayed silently and with such swiftness that the Cloven sharing the night watch with him had well, and truly, been asleep. And that he would stay that way until his own snout stopped feeling so hot.

Kur sat still as the Usurper began to rise above the distant horizon. He watched Golin wade out into the flooded fields. Their golden scales and wings catching the light. They sifted through the water, pulling at the tiny green sprouts that poked above it. Though from his perch high atop The Vessel, the city of heretics, they only looked like sand that suddenly gained a will to move without the help of the wind. He had watched the field workers up close on his rare trips his father took him on. After all, 'Neither a bush, nor a nation can survive without understanding it's roots.' Kur rolled his eyes, he was sure his father had read that in a book somewhere, or more likely, the book had been read to him. His father's trips to this accursed Golin city were sure be to their doom one day.

The Low Graw glinted as shinning rays met its dark blue surface. The river flowed into the fields through a complicated network of canals which the councilor of grain had tried to explain to him recently. The conversation had ended quickly. While Kur had reached the age which allowed him to take the throne, if every family member between him and the Beast-Emporer died, that is. He would rather seek death in battle than pursue any royal claims.

Yol's audible yawn aroused him from his thoughts. He kept his gaze ahead, as he could feel the burning sensation return to his cheeks.

"Are you sleeping with your eyes open again?"

Kur whipped his snout around to face his partner, his look a mix of mirth and wrath.

"And what were you doing half the night?"

"Making sure that at least one of us will have the energy to stay awake through Beast Zagtar's lecture."

Kur snorted, thousands of tiny molecules of sand shooting out of his nostrils.

"I still don't understand how you could be lazy enough to sleep through a sandstorm."

A smirk drew a crooked line across Yol's snout.

"The winds weren't that strong last night. Remember that one we snuck out in when we were hatchlings?"

"How could I forget? I'm sure there's still sand stuck in my teeth all these seasons later."

They both chuckled at that. Though Kur's mind immediately pulled at a much more specific memory. One where two hatchlings were curled up together at the bottom of a dune. The bigger one planting licks on the smaller one's neck as the little cloven shivered in fear at the deafening torrent of sand flying above them.

"Shouldn't Zagtar have come already. I would've thought he'd be eager to catch me sleeping." Yol wondered aloud.

Kur flicked his tail, not knowing the answer. Though worry began to chip at his scales.

"You think he could've..."

Kur swallowed pensively.

"Died tripping over a scroll"

"Yol!" Kur exclaimed.

"Ha! You sound like my mother."

But Yol seemed to realize the worry that creased Kur's face. And attempted to sooth him.

"He is about that age, he's even older than the councilor of thought. And I don't think I've ever seen that Cloven move about without his assistants. He must have a whole battle-hardened claw of them at this point. Death must surely be punishing him for all the lies he tells."

A poor attempt, Kur thought. He glared at Yol for a little, not truly very angry but upset enough to hope that the other Cloven thought he was. Then raised an eyebrow.

"Councilor Hurat is my friend, our friend. He gave us fish cakes when we were young, do you not remember?"

Yol pressed his jaws together and frowned slightly. He stopped meeting Kur's gaze for a second, his mind seemingly working in overdrive. Then he returned with a twinkle of laughter in his eyes.

"I seem to remember a certain prince declaring that my fish cakes were under immediate royal protection. I assume they are still safely housed within the treasury at Kul'Kanoram, guarded day and night?"

Despite himself, Kur smiled, matching his friend's look.

"You'd be right to assume so. That decree was bound by law. I couldn't weather the loss of honor that would ensue by breaking it."

"Well, with that settled, why don't we find Beast Zagtar, I'm sure he's more than eager to see us."

Kur agreed with a nod of his snout and a big, teary-eyed yawn. They both started stretching their stony muscles. The metal under their claws and hind ends made for poor cushions. Kur finished his routine before his partner, and as he turned to make his way down the steel stairway that led to this high perch, he caught Yol mid-stretch.

His foreclaws were splayed out in front of his snout, which was laid on the floor. His spine arched toward his hind end, kept aloft by the tips of his hindclaws, and his long tail lay backwards on his spine. But between his hind legs was one thing that couldn't shake the intentness of the prince's stare. A long pink cock, hard and dripping clear fluids, framed by black-sclaed haunches. It grew from a puffy slit in between Yol's haunches, right below his taught tailhole. As if he knew what he was doing, the Cloven gave his haunches a little shake, and groaned, a groan that was dangerously close to a moan.

Kur's mouth fell open, momentarily losing his jawbone as he openly ogled the erotic display. His own slit grew tight against his foreclaws, which were held against his crotch. His friend's length was impressive, certainly larger than his own, and larger than his tail tip. But surely it could fit. Thoughts of penetration drew his attention to the clear, natural lubricant that dribbled down the long cock from the inside of the slit. He wondered if it tasted the same as his own.

Without another thought, he walked towards Yol, foreclaws no longer able to conceal his growing erection. His snout was closed, his eyes intent on his target, and his tongue numb with the knowledge of what he was about to do.

He licked tentatively at the base of the length, near the puffy slit, forked tongue dashing out and rapidly darting back inside his mouth. The salty taste ignited his senses. Before he knew what he was doing, he assaulted the needy cocky with equally eager licks.

His actions earned him faint groans from the other male, which only served to grown his own erection and drive his tongue faster. The clear lubricants coming from the Yol's slit were continuously streaming down his long pink member. But a very diligent tongue caught them before they reached the tip, bringing the salty taste back as a reward. The prince's ministrations continued, licking the entirety of the length as fast as possible. He savored the smooth texture against his sensitive tongue. The warmth that was hidden inside Yol's slit radiated down into his cock and melted into Kur's forked appendage.

The bigger male's groans continued, no longer faint as before. He spread his hindclaws wider to give Kur more avenues of assault. The prince took the opportunity with eagerness. He stepped forward, putting his snout snuggly in between Yol's hind legs. His nostrils now rubbing against the base of his friend's slit, getting soaked with clear fluid in the process. The sudden, forward movement of his body slapped his now rock hard length against his scaled belly, wetting it with natural lubricants. He whined involuntarily at the stimulation.

The sound seemed to trigger something in Yol. As the tongue continued to stimulate his cock, he began spreading his hind legs wider and leaning his rear end forward, inviting the black-scaled snout further between his thighs. Kur took the bait with neediness, his tongue hardly letting air touch his prize. Yol would have preferred if the slightly cool morning air didn't come near his cock. But for his slowly forming plan to work he needed to concentrate. And the constant licks on his length and rubs against his swollen slit were almost enough to shatter his already blurry concentration.

Yol leaned his body forward more, much to Kur's annoyance. The Cloven promptly followed the pink cock with his diligent tongue, bathing it in warm saliva. He pressed the tip of his snout against the entrance that normally hid this wonderful length. The smell and taste of male assaulted his senses, but he needed more. So his snout nuzzled back and forth where cock met slit, the clear lubricant leaking out in earnest as a result. This increased the sent tenfold, the liquid, surely meant to drive females mad with desire, coated the entire front of his snout. It dribbled down from his nostrils, which continued to rub against the slit, and into his open maw. All the while his tongue continued to lick.

Yol let out a full-throated moan. His entire body shivering as he felt what was nearly an orgasm building at the base of his cock inside his slit. Kur smiled and gave out a whine to encourage him. That is what he had seen the females do. As they had their necks bit and their passages filled. He had watched the concubines in the slums of Kul'Kanoram service males on one occasion or another. The thought of breeding involuntary pulled his tail up over his spine. His wide haunches framing a tight virgin tailhole.

Suddenly, Yol's hind legs drew together, squeezing Kur's snout in between his muscled thighs and blinding him. The smaller male's body tensed. Yet before he could react, Yol fell onto his side, keeping the cute snout tucked against the base of his cock. The prince's foreclaws scrambled against the haunches that held his head as the rest of his body writhed like a trapped serpent. Tail whipping about. Hind legs treading against air. He was panicked. He was angry. He couldn't move his snout. He couldn't see!

Was his friend attacking him? Trying to humiliate him? Yol had always been stronger than him, bigger. What was he trying to prove? Kur was just trying to please him, to help him with his need. This was how he was repaid? He felt tears began to well in his eyes... So what? Would he be kept here until one of Yol's friends appeared. They would run and tell everyone about how his head had been between another males legs, a Beast-Prince! He would be banished. Maybe even castrated like Councilor Basan-

His downward spiral of thoughts was interrupted by licks against his neck. Licks that sent shivers down his spine. He was reminded of his mother comforting him when he was a hatchling. Was this just another ploy by the other male? To humiliate him more by treating him like a hatchling? But again his thoughts were interrupted by teeth encircling his neck and biting down. Not hard, not really biting at all but just applying pressure. He felt a warm breath against his neck, bathing a moisture into the sensitive skin underneath his scales. And he slowly relaxed. His fore and hind claws lay against the metal floor. his tail settled in a straight line out behind him. He submitted with a sound that he hadn't heard in a very long time. He crooned, a low, long warble from deep inside his throat.

With that sound, the larger male began to relax his haunches' grip on Kur's head. The clear fluids from his slit coated the inside of his thighs, and the entirely of the prince's snout. Kur looked up from Yol's soaked crotch. The Cloven returned his gaze with a measured stare, as if eyes could read thoughts. Yol propped his upper body up on one foreclaw as he watched Kur's snout hover close to his still hard cock. Neither moved for a time. Each trying to predict the other's next move while deciphering what their own plan was.

The bigger male moved first. His free foreclaw reaching slowly towards Kur, who shifted his gaze to watch the incoming limb. His eyes momentarily focused on the sharp claws, but his fears were unbiased. Yol had not hurt him. The claws reached his snout, gliding along his face easily with the help of the slit fluids. He did not move. The claws stopped where his jaw met his neck and gripped, softly. Then his snout was pulled slowly up, his own forelimbs propping himself up as he was guided towards Yol's snout.

Their gaze strengthened as Kur was brought to eye level by a gentle but strong grip. His shaft throbbed, the clear fluids leaking onto his thigh. Then Yol began licking the tip of his nose. Kur melted into the soft strokes of the forked tongue across his snout. The weight of his head and neck now almost entirely supported by his friend's grip on his jaw. He eked out a low whine, barely audible but full of desire. The erection between his legs throbbed again, his inner thighs soaked in clear lube. Yol continued to dote on Kur's snout with his tongue, seemingly ignoring the quiet plea. While the prince enjoyed the gentle touch, something deep inside of him craved for more. So he whined again, louder and longer than before, and again his length jerked. His slit felt tight around his base.

Yol stopped licking and growled, deep and low. Almost sounding like a threat, but to Kur, it was a promise.

Yol let go of Kur's jaw, the smaller Cloven's numb forelegs barely able to keep him standing. He rolled onto all fours, standing above his prince, who looked up at him submissively. No longer Beast-Prince Kur, but a creature in need. Yol placed the tip of his snout against the other male's neck. He pushed down, not enough to force the action but enough to make his intentions clear. Kur obeyed and allowed his head to be pushed until the scales of his jaw lay against the metal. The rest of his body moved to allow the pose. His front half against the ground, foreclaws tucked underneath his chest, and rear in the air. His hind legs were still spread, with cock dripping between them.

Yol gave another growl and lifted his snout from the smaller male's neck. Kur watched the scaled form above him shift until all four legs caged his body. His gaze centered on the dripping cock that lay nearly above him. The clear liquid still soaked the other male's inner thighs. But at the tip of his shaft there was something new, a shining drop of precum. Kur's hungry eyes watched the milky bead waver as it tempted itself to fall and be wasted upon the crude, dark metal. Yol's claw closed around one of his horns and began guiding his snout up to meet the needy length. As he got close Yol whispered three words, "Open your maw."

Kur did so with eagerness, strings of saliva webbing his fangs together. He had put his own cock in his mouth before. Though he had never imagined putting any other male inside his maw. Well, he had imagined it, but never thought it would happen. His warm, excited breath drifted onto the length as he drew near. Unfortunately, the drop of precum fell and splashed upon the ground. He would just have to work for more. Yol's firm grip on Kur's horn guided his member inside the steaming maw of his prince.

Kur's tongue encircled the dominant dragon's cock, feeling the smooth texture against his slimy, dexterous appendage. Yol let out a throaty growl, his hind legs shaking with pleasure. The grip he had on his prince's horn tightened, but he let Kur service at his own pace, for now. Kur moaned around the shaft. He slowly sank the length deeper into his maw, held safe from his fangs by his soft tongue. The foreclaw Yol wasn't using to hold his horn rubbed along Kur's flanks in silent encouragement. Deeper and deeper the member was dragged into the royal maw. Until, with finality, the tip hit the back of his throat and he gagged lightly. He tried to pull back just a little but the bigger male's grip held him in place. Momentary panic caught his heart until he remembered to swallow. That got the Cloven above him to let out a moan of his own. The cock in his mouth throbbed. He could feel the precum travel through the length before he even tasted it. When that salty dribble hit his tongue his own cock jumped at the accomplishment.

Kur continued to suckle on Yol's length, treating it delicately. Though the base was yet to be engulfed. Kur had all but given up on swallowing the whole thing. Content to enjoy what was already snuggly filling his snout. Yol's free foreclaw trailed from the scales on the prince's flank up to the base of his tail, where the other male's grip almost encircled it. Kur's shaft throbbed as a claw wrapped around his tail base. The foreclaw pulled at his rear, lifting his hind end farther into the air and making his tailhole clench with excitement.

The the grip on his horn tightened and Yol's hind legs shifted just a bit wider. Kur was oblivious to this movement, his eyes were closed and his mind focused on gently squeezing the cock in his mouth with his tongue. A moan from the Cloven above him preceded another drop of precum hitting his tongue.

Without warning, Yol's hips thrust. The last bit of his length shoved down into Kur's throat. The prince gagged, his eyes going wide and tearing up immediately as panic lanced through his heart. He instinctively tried to pull away but the larger male's muscular foreleg held him fast. Kur remembered to swallow, and, with difficulty, he did, multiple times. Yol waited for him to adjust, his eyes closed and snout slightly parted in ecstasy. Kur kept swallowing until the gagging sensation lessened to a low buzz rather than an involuntary action. He held his body still as he tried to take calming breaths through his nostrils. Though they were partly buried in the other male's moist slit. As his snout squeezed against the puffy lips, the clear fluids produced within made rivers that traveled down the top of his snout. The sudden licks on his back helped to sooth him. A forked tongue left patches of saliva on his scales, not really doing much to cool off his heated, straining muscles. But the caring way in which the tongue trailed across his body made his cheeks flush and chest flutter.

Yol's hips moved backwards as he continued to lick his prince's back. Kur was both relieved and upset as the cock began to leave his throat. He tried to follow the retreating cock but the strong grip on his horn held his movement. As soon as the length left his throat the male's hips changed direction and began pushing back down against the eager snout. Reentry into the soft throat was met with moans from above and below. Yol held for a few moments before pulling back again and repeating the process. All the while squirting precum into the waiting maw and drawing his licks nearer to the bottom male's raised tail.

Kur whined with each slow thrust into his maw. The vibration stimulating more salty samples of precum from the generous shaft. The hips around his head shook in raw pleasure after each thrust. He closed his eyes again and relaxed his throat further. Guiding the tip of the hard length into the furthest reaches of his maw. He felt the scales under his jaw bulge slightly at the constant intrusions.

The claw that gripped the base of his tail suddenly tightened and yanked. Kur's entire body was pulled into the other male's crotch. His eyes shot back open. His snout pushed forward onto the cock, which was already deep in his throat, his nostrils sucked in a breath as the tip of his snout was pushed entirely into the leaky slit. He slid in smoothly and yet more cock filled his throat, the underside of his neck bulging. The walls of the passage squeezed around his maw, threatening his upper and lower fangs to reach each other. Desperate to protect his friend's shaft, he pushed his jaw open. His smooth snout scales met fleshy walls and he spread the slit as wide as he could to keep the precious cock squirting precum down his throat from harm.

Yol moaned loudly.

The male's hind legs trembled. His slit was spread open. His juices drenching his prince's entire snout. His cock throbbing deep inside a warm, safe place. Feeding the eager Cloven below him with constant squirts of his precum. He had never felt his orgasm building so intensely before. The base of his cock deep inside his spread slit just waiting to seed this eager maw.

Kur couldn't breathe, yet his own cock throbbed at having so much of a male buried in the safety of his maw. His hole winked. The strong claws holding his tail up by it's thick base were rubbing against the smooth area right above his entrance. The tiny scales there sensitive to the touch. He his rear was exposed, no protective tail to cover himself. Anyone could see his cock leaking precum, the pool of fluids between his hinds. And his vulnerable, flexing tailhole. Kur couldn't breathe.

He pulled out of the slit, his hard scales rubbing along the puffy lips. Causing Yol to exclaim "Kur!" and for him to lose his grip on the Cloven's horn, instead grasping his flank. The prince's tongue dragged along the length to pull out another squirt of precum. He swallowed it eagerly before taking the cock completely out of his maw. He panted, coughed once, and made his demands, though his jaw was almost too sore to form words.

"Breed...my...snout."

Kur took a shaky breath to steady himself. All four of his legs shook from the strain of holding himself and the bigger male up. But his hind legs went numb as he thought through what his next demand was.

"My tailhole..."

He blushed, too embarrassed to finished the statement.

"...Make me cum."

Yol was panting too, his hind legs soaked in his own fluids. His shaft leaking cum. So close to orgasm. But he heard the desperation in his prince's voice, the need. His foreclaw traveled from scaled flank to haunch, joining the one which lifted the smaller male's tail. He could feel the excited trembling through his digits, and could hear the breathing below him falter.

"Yes, my prince."

Yol showed his fangs in a shaky smile as his foreclaw trailed from the top of Kur's rump to his puckered tailhole. He elicited a whining moan from the male under him as he began rubbing his digits across the needy entrance. Then he matched the sound as a warm tongue wrapped his member, which was followed quickly by a saliva rich maw. Immediately he thrust his hips and his entire length was engulfed. The tip of his cock touching the back of a throat while the tip of a snout rubbed at the lips of his moist slit.

Kur's eyes crossed as his snout was fucked by the male on top of him. The stimulation on his tailhole made his frame feel like loose sand. Again and again his winking hole was rubbed with those hard digits. He pushed back against the stimulation as Yol pulled his body forward by his tail base. They quickly found a rhythm. Yol pulled while thrusting his hips, burying his cock into the prince's throat. Then Kur pulled off of the member to push against the claw rubbing his entrance. Moans and whines drowned their ears.

Yol's thrusts began stronger, making the tip of Kur's snout part his slit lips each time he humped his face. His strong hind legs pounding his cock into that wide open throat. His orgasm building with each smack of his wet thighs against his prince's cheeks.

The puddle between Kur's hindclaws grew as his cock leaked precum and lubricants onto the metal. The clear fluid his slit produced ran down the sides of his hind legs. His member throbbed, dripping milky white drops.

Suddenly the claw holding Kur's tail base released its grip. Not a moment later he felt it grasp his horn and the next thrust pushed his snout deep into a drenched slit. His neck scales strained as the cock pushed into his throat, throbbing and leaking. A growl from above him, and he swallowed. Another noise from above him, this time a gasp. The grip on his horn tightened, his snout pushing even farther inside the slit. His maw pushed against the sensitive walls to protect his male's cock, which sank deeper inside of his throat. The wet thighs on either side of his head squeezed against him, locking him in place. He felt it before he tasted anything. The pulses deep within the top male's slit sent a of torrent of cum flooding into his throat. The warm liquid splashing straight into his stomach. Kur whimpered.

As Yol came into the a warm throat, he felt the irresistible instinct to roar with the power of his bestial ancestors. But to not alert the entire Vessel, he bit down on the only thing he could fit his maw around, the fat base of the tail. Which was still flagged up to give his claw access to the needy tailhole. His fangs bit down hard on the tail base, he could taste blood. The male below him whimpered, but he held his snout in place with a firm claw. The other claw, he realized dimly, had pushed almost the entirety of a single digit into the tight entrance. And he recognized the rhythmic clenching of the male beneath him cumming.

Kur's cock squirted a quick jet of milky white seed to his foreclaws as he felt something enter his tailhole. Spreading him while still rubbing his walls. He constricted his virgin walls around it as his hind legs shook violently. The cock in his throat slowing its gushing as his own shaft squirted more cum onto the ground. He whined, dimly aware of the dominant bite at his tail and wishing those jaws were around his neck instead. The dimness fought through his orgasmic thoughts like a black cloud covering his eyes. It felt like he was fading. It had never felt this intense when he had used his tail. He couldn't breathe!

At that moment he collapsed, his legs finally giving way to reality as exhaustion melted his bones. His snout yanked out of the gaping slit. The spent length exited his snout as he fell, leaving his throat with a wet sound. He could hear a fait moan from above him and could feel a few more drops of cum splatter into the pool of sexual fluids that he lay in. His stomach felt full, and warm. The salty taste of cum lingered on his tongue. His eyes closed, breath ragged, but steadying.

Yol managed to catch himself before he fell too. His foreclaw exiting his prince's tailhole and supporting his upper body as his other claw joined it. His maw's grip on the tail base feel away, thankfully before he yanked off scales. He moaned and came a little more as his cock traveled up and out of Kur's maw and throat. He shivered as his orgasm died. His body felt numb in the afterglow, but the taste of blood on his tongue shocked him out of it. And he looked down to find tiny canals of red journeying through the maze work of black scales on the smaller male's tail base. He gasped and shot down to bathe the wounds with a quick tongue. His shaft softening swiftly.

The blood in his mouth should have excited his instincts, as when he had conquered that spine-back on his first hunt of adulthood. Yet he regretted drawing blood. Though he would never utter that thought to any other Cloven. Almost as worse as admitting he was jealous of the 'gift' of flight the Golin had been given long ago by the Usurper. The scars above his forelegs twitched at the heretical thought.

When the blood was long gone and his tongue sore, he pulled his snout away from his prince's tail. Kur was sprawled in a pool, snout drenched in another male's slit juices, and thighs soaked in his own cum and fluids. His cock had retreated back between his haunches. The male's breathing was slow and steady. Somehow, he was asleep, a faint smile gracing his soft snout scales.

Yol groaned, he should have convinced his friend to sleep at least partway through the night. Though he had hardly predicted a situation like this out of his innocent teasings. Yol had just wanted to goad a reaction out of him, he hadn't expected the lick across his length. But hadn't resisted what followed in the slightest. Would he now have to carry a grown Cloven down many flights of stairs? What about the ladder?

If only Beast Zagtar would suddenly come gasping up the only entrance to this secluded perch. That would make this situation much better. He ran through a few different scenarios of him trying to talk his way out of a predicament like this. Ending that train of thought with a smile. Probably wouldn't be possible, but would be fun to try. The old Cloven would surely be flustered beyond words

Though if Beast-Emperor Charn ever found out that his nephew had another male's cock in his mouth... Yol had no idea how one was 'castrated,' but if the rumor's about Councilor Basan were true... He looked at the smile on Kur's snout. His black scales glittering in the sunlight. The bigger male leaned down to plant a lick across the smaller male's nose. Not to his prince.