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***This is the second part of a wyvern lovin' trilogy***

Description: In this part, Colbyras faces a most surprising revelation in regards to his wife and assists Safik in breeding two beautiful, feisty, and most needy females.

Story written by me, Siranor

***A Royal Wyvern's Pleasures Ch2* **

Colbyras awoke with a rather annoying headache throbbing in his head after what could have been described as the best night of his life.

“Safik?" He rubbed his forehead as he looked around the fenced stall to find no sign of the golden wyvern. Colbyras shuffled through the other stalls to find them equally empty. “He's probably nose deep into a female or something perverted like that."

But if that was the case, shouldn't he at least let his prince know? Colbyras gritted his teeth, then let out a long sigh. Anger was not what he wanted to feel right now. Not when he was butt-naked, with his flaccid cock dangling unceremoniously along with his balls and patches of flaking cum itching all over his body. Colbyras brushed himself off to the best of his ability when a patch of milky semen on the ground drew his attention. Crouching, the prince pushed his finger into the gelatinous semen. It was cold, yet not without its benefits. Colbyras ignored the throbs that hardened his member like a brick. He absent mindedly stirred the fluid while he reflected upon all the stupid things he had done to get into this situation.

Thomas and Edwin won't trade my dignity for some bawdy songs, free drinks, and a bit of coin. But what of the others? Someone must've seen me run into the barn. What in Thailen's name could a naked man do with a wyvern in the middle of the night?

There was no plausible explanation for such depravity. Not when you happened to be the prince of an entire kingdom. Sure. He could just fly away upon Safik's wings for a while....

But was abandoning the city he grew up in, the father he loved, and the wife he swore to share his life with the best choice he could make? He still knew so little of Safik. What if the wyvern liked the comfort of his own nest more than the call of the wilderness?

As if the wyvern read his thoughts, Safik pushed his snout through the wooden doors of the barn. He carried a conspicuous leather pack in his mouth.

A pack he calmly placed at the feet of his naked prince after he walked his way in.

“I don't know whatever bribe hides in there. Don't even care to, after…after the things we've done last night." Colby thrust his finger at the wyvern's curious snout. “I thought we have a bond! How can a female's vent be more important than the man you took under your wing? I-"

Colbyras stumbled over his words as the wyvern licked his entire body with one quick stroke of his moist, bifurcated tongue.

“I…that's slimier than an eel in a pond!"

“You need to get dressed instead of comparing my tongue with eels." Safik pointed his snout to the edge of the room. “There is fresh water in one of the troughs. I haven't drank from it in days, yet it should prove suitable enough for your needs."

Colbyras frowned. “A bath? Can't you just lick me and be done with it?"

The wyvern hissed with what could only be amusement. “My nostrils find your raw scent more pleasing than any perfume drenched noble, yet your kin will not think highly of a prince who reeks of wyvern. Do as I've asked."

Colbyras nodded. He found clean clothes in the pack, along with scented oils and soap. “Thank you…Safik." He mumbled the wyvern's name upon realizing that Safik returned to the golden nest from last night to have a tongue bath of his own. Oh, if only the water was as warm as his tongue. Colbyras shivered through his entire bath, not even bothering to remove the dead insects that clung to his skin or the bits of hay and dirt that hid beneath the stale water. Once he finished, he hugged the wyvern's snout, wished him a hearty farewell, then walked into the light of day as a new man of modest birth, if one didn't stare too carefully at the face that hid beneath a peasant's clothes.

Unfortunately for Colbyras, the innkeeper's eyes were too used to faces to mistake him for anything other than a prince.

“Good morrow to you too, Ingvar," Colbyras returned the pudgy man's greeting. “Business going good? I'll drop by later to have a few mugs of that new ale we've got from the FrostFangs."

“What're ye doin' in the beast's lair, lad?" The innkeeper burst out, red with worry. “I've seen some naked silhouette run into the same direction last night. Cannae be t'was ya arse that got chased outta yer wife's bed, innit?"

Colby cocked his head at the ridiculous accusations. “What sort of ale have you indulged yourself into, Ingvar? I love my wife more than you love your Lofstern ale."

The innkeeper weighted his words with a few strokes of his chin. “Fair thing ta say, lad. May be that age is catchin' up wit me. Now, don' let me hold ye from yer business though. I'm sure ye got a lotsa things to do today."

“Indeed," Colbyras inched a bit closer to the man's ear. “And whatever rumors circulate about that naked man, see them silenced. We don't need that sort of slander right after my wedding."

“Course, of course. Haf a good day, m'prince."

“You too, Ingvar. A caravan's coming at midday. I'll see your barrels refilled before you can say the word ale."

“Ale, ale! Lotsa ale!"

The encounter left Colbyras with a permanent scowl on his face. Ingvar might've been polite around men of worthy rank, yet ale had a way of loosening his mouth, and a wrong whisper could do a lot of damage if it caressed the right set of ears.

One problem at a time, Colbyras nodded to a new pair of guards that replaced his friends at the castle's entrance. First, my wife. Then we'll see whatever comes next.

The sound of a rattling goblet could be heard from his chambers.

“How can the captain of the guards have no idea where my husband is?" Vaneera screamed. “I demand answers. And I want them RIGHT. NOW!"

Colbyras barged in before Vaneera lost whatever remained of her wits, and with a quick military salute, the scared captain bolted out, closing the door behind him.

“Where in Thailen's four cocks did you run to in the middle of the night?" she pointed a finger straight between Colby's fearful eyes.

To the inn! Or better, to one of his oldest friends. His tongue itched to unburden itself of all the possible lies that could get him out of this situation, yet this was not a common wench, to lie and discard whenever it was convenient.

“The barn. I've been to the barn." He answered with a half-hearted dip of his head. “Been needin' some time to-“

“The what?! What are you talking about?"

“Safik's nest. He's my father's-“

“I know who he is…" her voice softened a bit. “ I also know what he does with the two females that arrived during our wedding day. Why him, and not the wench that had you by the cock when you burst inside me after five meager strokes? D'you fancy scales or something?"

“Well…you wouldn't be that far from the truth. It's not a wench that took my mind away from you."

“You're…you're serious?"

“Yeah…you might want to sit down for this."

Colbyras seated her on the side of the bed, then calmly went over everything that happened minus the most erotic of bits. He expected her hands around his throat. Or even a dive through the window.

“How big did you say he was?" Vaneera asked instead, a question infinitely more awkward than the other scenarios Colbyras came up with.

“Well…big. Like…about this size," Colbyras waved over the bed's length, and a bit more before he found his erect cock roughly grabbed into his wife's fist.

“Tell me again. I want to know what happened in that barn down to the last juicy detail." Vaneera said. She rubbed her legs together throughout the entire story, and if the wet splotch she left on the covers when she got up wasn't surprising, the tight, passionate kiss certainly drained the blood out of Colbyras's face.

“You what?" he squirmed on the bed as Vaneera pressed her wet, naked folds against his bulge. She too spoke of forgotten desires. Suppressed urges that have only now resurfaced, stirred by a husband's loving touch.

“Introduce me to him. I want to see his big, dangly, ridged cock plow through one of those scaly wenches. Oh, I bet they scream like the gods themselves are rammin' their cunts."

“I- hold on. I don't think it's wise, for both the future king and the queen to sneak into the wyvern's barn." Colbyras reached over to the nightstand and drained a hefty gulp of wine from his goblet. He was just made aware of his wife's pressing desire: to see a pair of wyverns breed with her husband besides them, to touch and prod at the union of cock and cunt.

“I could dress like a caretaker and loosen my hair." Vaneera kept on talking while she worked her lithe body up and down, like the waves of a gentle sea. “Nobody from the wedding would recognize me after how many kegs of ale we had to uncork, and a second pair of eyes on the outside is better than none. You know you owe me after you've left me wanting to frolic with that wyvern."

“Fine, fine." Colby muttered. “But how about I only touch them? Breeding a female like a wyvern is really not as glamorous as your perverted mind imagines."

“Untouched," Vaneera corrected. “You'll stand on top of her and fuck her wet, dripping vent with an intensity that will make even this Safik envious, if you do indeed love me as much as you say."

The plan had been laid out down to the tiniest of details. Colbyras would go back to fetch Safik and take him to the two females. At the entrance, he would meet up with his wife, dressed as a caretaker. She would then lock the doors and ensure no prying eyes partook in the copulation.

Everything went well. Too well, in fact. Inside the barn, with three feisty wyverns going through the first arousing steps of their breeding ritual, Colbyras hardened as much as any man could under the watchful eyes of his loving wife. He felt Vaneera's eyes upon him, even if he could hardly see her from inside the barn.

“Your wife is a fierce female," Safik licked his snout clean of the drippy female juices that made his scales gleam in the sunlight pouring through the top windows. “I would mark her as my own, if she wasn't already taken."

“And crush her under your enormous cock?" The prince scoffed. “See to your own females, you naughty beast." Colbyras then pointed at the black wyverness that crouched in front of the golden male, haunches wet with lust. She was about a third shorter than Safik, with grey frills to adorn her spine from the top of her head all the way to the swishing tip of her long black tail. Colbyras could tell her gender not only from her wider, accommodating vent, but also from her gentler features.

The shudders of her pussy picked up exponentially once Safik clambered on top of her body, flattening her frilled spine under his scales. His jaws clenched around the back of her neck when his barbed head found her soaked passage, then soft, suave licks replaced the piercing grip of teeth as both creatures got accustomed to the rather slow process of their mating. Safik was a lot more gentle than Colbyras imagined. He really took his time to show his mate how important she was to him, and how grateful he was to be the father of her future clutch.

As his thrusts picked up, so did their growls. Safik turned his head around, motioning for Colbyras to approach and have a taste of their union.

“Gods…if pure Thailen could see me now…" the prince locked whatever social norms advised against such course of action, then cupped his hands around Safik's member, rubbing over the smooth middle of the fleshy organ. The wyvern hissed with desire, then thrust, forcing his member forward, and along with it, Colbyras's right hand. A sea of twitching heat and splattering fluids embraced him once he met the lips of the female's cunt, and, much to his surprise, he found himself drawn in further in by the flared ridges of the wyvern's cock.

“Gah!" the prince gasped. The momentum forced him to press his face up against the wet, gooey scales of the female's eager pussy. He tried to wrench his arm back, as being buried almost up to the shoulder in wyverness cunt was not part of the initial bargain…

But by all that was good and pure in the world, did it feel glorious. Colbyras could feel everything. The tight squeezes employed by a female at the peak of her heat, desperate to hold her mate in for as long as she could. The sharp, battering thrusts of Safik, a beast whose throat sizzled with pleasure every time he sunk all the way into his female.

And most of all, their combined juices, splattering upon the ground in an almost continuous gush of excess lubrication. Colbyras' feeble human mind could never have imagined the burning heat dwelling inside a female's folds, nor the powerful throbs that made the male's ridges hard as stone. Safik pushed himself inside his mate, again and again, each shove of his cock stimulating the female beyond her ability to endure. Colbyras emulated the wyvern's example. He had dreamed so long of this moment that his aroused instincts threatened to push him into orgasm just by mating the air.

Of course, it wasn't just a thin, ethereal veil that caressed his instincts. The smell of their union along with the heat that oozed from their genitals warmed Colbyras' member the closer he approached; and, if he was lucky, he could even catch splatters of their combined fluids on the very tip of his cock.

“Hngggghhh!" Colbyras tensed up as the female's throat sizzled with pleasure.

She tightened harder than ever, preventing her mate from pulling out, as well as Colbyras. The prince knew what was about to happen when the familiar surge traveled through Safik's bloating member. Two roars washed over the barn. One sharp and desperate, the other more mellow and restrained. Colbyras cared not which belonged to Safik when the excess of his milky cum overflowed from his mate's rapidly twitching pussy. All he saw was a precious waste of something he could feel on his entire body. Wrenching his arm out between two throbs and stumbling briefly over the slimy sheen that coated the ground, the prince moved under the waterfall of combined cum, allowing the gushing waves to wash over him while his other, more rested arm continued to stimulate the male's burning ridges that bloated and sharpened with every wave of cum he shot inside the female's egg chamber.

“Mrrraaaahhhh." A long, needy moan escaped his lips once Safik pulled out. The absence of a cock to plug all that fluid allowed a much greater quantity of mixed wyvern fluids to splatter on the human. Colbyras opened his mouth, slurped whatever he could, then licked his lips off the treat. This was not a time to feast. He would have that opportunity later.

Safik gently nudged him to a dry spot and began to lick the human clean.

“Was it your lust that saw you take the full might of my seed, or your wife's?" The wyvern asked.

“Both," Colbyras said, his breath labored by the lust that burned within his rock-hard shaft. “She shares my desires, Safik. If you could know how much I thirsted for a moment where I could touch, taste, and smell every beautiful part that ads up to the perfection wyverns are, you'd understand."

“Warm words, spoken from a lust-addled mouth." The wyvern nudged the prince to the other female, an emerald green who licked her vent off sweet water in preparation for her turn.

“Taste the heat of her flesh for yourself. See how she matches against your current mate."

That was exactly what his wife wanted, yet Colbyras kept this information from Safik. He kept it tightly sealed under the waves of pleasure that assailed his muscles even before he sunk his malehood into her flesh, for even clambering upon such a divine creature filled a man with more lust than he could possibly handle. Colbyras complimented the female's polished scales that felt so smooth on his skin, warm, almost alive. Beneath them hid powerful muscles that allowed the creature to launch itself into the air at a moment's notice. Colbyras throbbed hard with lust and unspent love, caressing her haunch delicately before he stared into the green female's golden eyes. She dipped her head with a warm growl…

And Colbyras settled on his fours to thrust himself as eagerly as any heat-addled wyvern inside her. He scrunched up his face as soon as his cock sunk inside her swollen, heat-drenched pussy.

“Khaaaaaah!" Colbyras hissed as he gritted his teeth. He loved how incredible it felt to be taken in by her sex. Big as a cart, yet still tighter than his own clenched fist. The prince mounted a few desperate thrusts that filled his eyes with tears of pure bliss. The inevitability of his release washed over him from the moment he sunk himself inside wyvern pussy. He knew a few seconds was all he had. Colbyras held himself back as long as he could, thrusting as hard as he could, looking towards the window where his wife gazed at him with big, lustful eyes. Vaneera bit her lip hard. She wanted him to cum, just as much as the scaly mate that received the full length of his shaft.

“Hrraaawwwwwwhhhh!" Colbyras fell at the peak of his pleasure, shivering and groaning like an animal in the throes of his bliss. His tiny member could hardly impress a wyvern, yet she clenched around him with the same enthusiasm nonetheless. Same she did when Safik plowed his way into the other female, for no matter what species Colbyras belonged to, the wyverness craved for every drop of cum she could get inside her seething, needy folds.

Colbyras spent the next five or so minutes waiting for his senses to return, still deep inside his female. Though he failed to impress her, he grabbed around the base of her tail and kept massaging her lips by grinding his genitals against her soaked pussy.

Still, this temporary act of love failed to make him feel better about his lack of stamina.

“I'm…I'm alright. There's no need to-“ he told the female right before her stubborn tongue washed over his sweaty body. “Ooohhh…so warm. I wish I had the means to fill you with the same heat you've poured into me."

The female continued to lick him. She cared not for words, only his hands on her body. Yet Colbyras still felt like a useless burden that barely deserved the warm licks he received. He wanted to be like Safik. Show this emerald beauty how hot his affection burned.

So Colbyras had Safik speak to her in his growly tongue, and, once the emerald female presented him with her swollen need once again, the prince plunged his bigger, thicker, eternally hard arm into her pussy and began to fist her with the fury of a warrior. He plowed through that sea of muscles harder with his semi-muscular arm, mating her much better than his feeble cock ever could. With one arm, he thrust, while his other hand dabbed over Safik's tip to procure remnants of cum quickened by the taste of female pussy. The golden wyvern did not remain idle. While the prince fisted his female, Safik feasted on his other black scaled mate with hungry lashes of his tongue.

Growls filled the barn. Growls of feral affection and lust that overpowered an ordinary man. The walls echoed with the desperate need to breed, and Colbyras kept at it. He never slowed down or took a break from the squelching mess of the female's leaking pussy. When one arm got tired, the other followed, and several times per switch Colbyras procured fresh seed from Safik's shaft to push that sludgy wyvern cum as deep as he could inside the green female's pussy.

It was still not enough. Like Safik, she had the stamina of a creature way beyond a human's reach. Colbyras even sunk both hands into her pussy to scratch, grab, and fist her flesh in a desperate attempt to make her cum, only to come up short of her climax all over again.

“Ghaaaaa…I…I can't…" He pulled out. “Please…take her. Finish what I could not."

Safik gave the human an encouraging lick, and in return, Colbyras kissed him on his snout between his two cute, shuddering nostrils. Safik gently pushed him aside, then pressed his larger snout against the female's fleshy crack, his forked tongue not only having a longer reach, but a certain allure that made the female tense up after the first few licks over her bare, scale-less pussy. She twitched, and tensed, then spat over Safik's nose, splattering her burning need over his scaly face with yowling throbs, and Safik snarled, licking whatever he could from the waterfall of clear juices that cascaded upon half of his head. His member flared to life like vegetation after rain, thick, delicious, and moistened by fresh lubrication from the depths of the wyvern's musky vent.

Colbyras immediately delved under the male's cock to pleasure Safik in the learned ways from last night. He focused his efforts on the tip, rubbing through the barbs with his fingers while his mouth made out with the wyvern's spurting cock-hole.

The golden wyvern's legs buckled under the assault that caught him off-guard. Colbyras smirked. He slid over the huge shaft to find Safik's ridges plump with sensitivity, a few vigorous swipes of his hands enough to make the wyvern splatter the ground with his cloudy, pheromone-rich fluids. Colbyras returned to the tip to feast, stopping his assault on that barbed tip until the golden male rewarded his hard efforts with thick, creamy splatters of gooey wyvern cum.

“I-I'm sorry," Colbyras muttered as his body was repeatedly splattered with fresh waves of precious cum. He lost himself into the thrill of lust which cost the proud male a fresh batch of precious, life-giving semen. “Gods, what a waste. This could've been eggs. This should've been inside her…"

“Nothing is wasted." Safik summoned his scaly mates to his side with a tender growl. The three wyverns licked each other fondly, then dipped their snouts towards the ground and started lapping together at the pool of cum. Their bifurcated tongues often brushed over the human's body, as Colby could not help himself to walk into the center of the action. His bare feet stood in the largest body of cum, and his hands caressed every snout that moved in to shower him with affection. He was hardly able to move under the tenderness of their caress, and after a few minutes of those hot, slimy tongues sliding over his groin, Colby found himself more than eager to add his own seed upon those tongues.

Once done with all of their cleaning responsibilities, the three wyverns cuddled together in a pile of wings, twitching tails, and warm, loving growls.

“Go now." Safik whispered to Colbyras when the human hugged his enormous snout. “Tend to your mate, and tell her she is always welcome inside my nest, should she choose to learn a few things about wyverns."

“I will," Colbyras bowed before the glorious creatures. “Thank you all…for everything you've given me this day."

***End of Part 2***

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