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Important note: I took the story down previously because I wasn't sure if the site was stable or not, and I didn't to mess up your reading experience. After a full day of flawless working, I think we saw the end of the DDos attacks, so here's the story in all its full smutty glory.

Greetings, dear Readers. Cheetah's here with yet another delicious commission written for the feistiest wolvar around Suel. Our naughty druid wanted to continue the adventure of his draconic encounter you've read about in "Pleasuring his Dragon". Do you remember that delicious adventure? Many of you asked for a sequel, and after months of slacking, I finally delivered!

In case you didn't read the previous part, have no worries. This story works quite well as a stand alone. Still, I strongly recommend you go and give the prequel a go. It's filled with wonderful dragon erotica and it's guaranteed to make you melt like dripping cheeeese...or other questionable fluids, that is...

*In this installment, Suel takes on the task of hunting a rogue dragoness. After he wakes his dragon companion with a morning licking, the naughty drake rewards Suel with a glorious quest. Though they share pleasure and intimate moments along the way, the difference between their ways of thinking is put to the test once they finally encounter the black dragoness. Will she perish? Or perhaps get a different treatment from our lovely duo? *

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Suel awoke to warmth and the smell of arousal. He blinked twice to moisten his dry eyes and slowly turned to his left. The dragon's wan scales greeted his eyes, along with a speck of pale crimson. Suel licked his nose. With every breath, he took more of the drake's tantalizing scent inside his flared nostrils. His member throbbed, meeting the drake's fleshy rod with each bobbing motion. Suel slept close to the drake's belly for extra warmth, but he never expected to awaken with a huge draconic erection between his legs. He humped it briefly, rubbing his rock-hard cock against the drake's pulsating length. It was dry, thanks to the arid climate of the cave, and the caress wasn't as pleasurable as Suel expected.

Suel licked his muzzle. Such delicious sight warranted a special kind of treatment. Closing his eyes, the wolvar pushed himself lower and dreamily licked the bulged tip of the draconic cock trapped between his furred legs. He felt the flesh surge with blood and arousal, expanding with a fierce pulsation.

A soft hiss escaped the drake's throat. His wing trembled, and a hind leg kicked the air. Suel licked his muzzle, savoring the strong masculine scent. He wanted more. A lot more.

Placing both padded paws around the shaft, he swirled his tongue around the exposed tip. The bumps tensed and shivered, and the barbs embraced his tongue with a tickling caress. Suel slurped and licked all the way across the uneven tip, then followed the bulging veins to the middle of the throbbing pole, where the ridges became wider and softer. The drake's genitalia was shaped for deep thrusts and intense stimulation right at the very tip. Suel could only wonder how wonderful mating felt for both dragons. The male had a wicked flare to pierce his mate, while the female squeezed and rubbed her inner folds along the barbs.

Intense stimulation...the thought alone made Suel tense with lust. He padded and touched around the knotted base of his member, feeling for the hard knot. When he found it, he squeezed, gritting his teeth at the spiking pleasure. Clear seed shot on the stone, warming it with the wolvar's clear fluids.

"Grrr," Suel thrust into his own paw, while shooting his load onto the other. The warm spurts greeted his pads with a warm and tantalizing caress. When his fingers dribbled with liquid arousal, he brought the paw to his muzzle. The rich scent made his mouth water. His slobbery tongue rushed between the snow-white canines, clearing all the dribbling seed. It was salty, earthly, and somewhat aromatic. Suel played the taste inside his muzzle before swallowing. His taste aroused his senses, yet swallowing another male's liquid burden was a lot more fulfilling.

Suel padded away from the drake's monstrous erection. He watched it slide up and down along the tawny belly, rubbing against the smooth scales. He liked that. His cock hardened with renewed purpose, spilling its lubrication down the clenching hole in the middle of his tip. The drake's flanks tensed, thrusting with a soft, shivering motion. The poor male was not even conscious and he already started whimpering like a lust-stricken pup.

Suel waited no longer. He shifted into feline. Numbness took him first, followed by fierce arousal. Shifting forms almost felt like an orgasm, even if no seed was released. Suel took a quick peek under a brown furred flank. His barbed member was out in full glory, glistening with the emerging precum. Suel was sorely tempted to lick and spill his seed onto his tongue, yet the drake had an even greater need. His arousal permeated the whole cave, begging for intervention.

Suel assaulted the raging cock with a flurry of feline licks. He played his barbed tongue with slow, deliberate strokes around the bulging tip, washing away all traces of fluids. The sweet fragrance made his mouth water.

Growling softly, Suel slid inside the drake's hole. The oversensitive muscles squirmed and twitched, forcing him back with a short spurt of precum. Suel slurped it whole and circled the tip with broad strokes, teasing the drake's wider barbs. He shivered and throbbed after each lick, until he tensed harder than the stone below him.

Suel tensed. He knew the friction sent the sleeping drake into overdrive. His wings shot upwards, stretching to their limits. The sound of scratching followed. Suel didn't see how they raked the stone. He only noticed the stone-hard cock pushing into his throat.

He jumped away, coughing. The drake was way too big for his feline throat, and only quick reflexes saved Suel from a perilous deep throat. The red dragon curled around himself. He coiled so tight, his stiff erection pierced between his front paws, reaching right under his chin. Suel knew he was close without the loud roar churning inside the drake's chest.

He rushed towards the rock-hard tip and licked the flared tip just before the first spurt of seed shot out. With a crashing moan, the drake unleashed his sweltering burden. He stilled his bobbing erection with both frontpaws and thrust erratically, rubbing himself on everything he could. That meant quick, messy splashes hurling out of his spasming length. The beast's cry of fulfillment aroused Suel as much as the rich scent of fresh semen splashing all over his body.

Closing his eyes, the wolvar pushed into the erupting tip. He took the crashing waves of gooey arousal on his head and chest, licking as much as he could. He kept his mouth wide open, savoring every jet shooting inside his flooded maw. Despite coughing a few times, Suel thoroughly feasted on dragon semen. Its maddening scent set his fur on fire, and the taste tensed his muscles. Suel found himself moaning and yowling without his accord. Sticky warmth overflowed between his silky fur, arousing him to no end. His flanks shivered and trembled, driving his straightening member inside an invisible female.

Closing his eyes, Suel prepared for his own bursting climax. It took him quick, like any feline release. Four quick jets splashed into the dragon's cum, sending droplets flying between Suel's paws. The climax frroze every muscle in the wolvar's muscular feline form. The electrifying pleasure mixed with the drenching seed, making for a most intense orgasm. Suel remained rooted, soaring over the highest heights of delight while his claws tensed and spread under pleasure's caress. He not only released, but ingested fresh draconic seed with every gulp.

Suel was almost brought on the verge of another orgasm before the cum bath finished. Blinking his crimson eyes, the drake awoke with a startled growl. He had little idea of what happened until he looked upon his leaking erection. Then, without any word or growl, he curled his head, licking around his still spurting cock.

Suel shifted back into his normal form and fell into the cum puddle face first.

"You deserve that," the drake hissed softly.

Suel picked himself from the lukewarm slime. His whole belly was thoroughly covered in the drake's release. Suel smiled and cleaned his muzzle with a messy slurp. "I know."

He watched the drake lick his member all the way into its sheath, then crawled between his messy forepaws. The red beast moaned and squeezed the dirty wolvar closer to his chest, minding not the bridges of slime forming between their limbs.

"That pleases me."

"More than your morning orgasm?" Suel nuzzled and licked around the digit of a forepaw, scooping whatever remains of seed he found.

The drake joined in, purposely sliding his tongue over Suel's muzzle. "I can't agree on that. This pleasure you gave me..." He trailed off, licking his snout dreamily.

"It surprised you."

"Stormed over me like fire!" The drake added excitedly. "I never felt anything like it."

"You did now."

Suel earned a paw on his chest and a thorough licking for that. He lifted a trembling paw when the drake passed his fleshy tongue over Suel's tensing member.

"I...wait, wait."

Of course he didn't. Not only he coiled and squeezed the soul out of Suel's knot, but he also breathed a delightful jet of heated air over the sensitive canine member.

"Too intense!" Suel yelped. He felt his crotch tighten, and his balls tense in their pouch. Then, he unleashed a fast, shattering spurt through an intense, mind-bending spurt. Suel cried out blissfully as stars darkened his vision. He found himself on the verge of fainting. He came harder than an enraged beast, wetting the drake's throat with his canine seed. Five spurts kept him fettered as tight as the dragon's tongue until breath returned to his throat.

Suel gasped for air. He shifted to cat as soon as that happened, coughing and growling.

"Too intense?" the drake rumbled with amusement.

Suel bowed his head, nodding twice. That's all he managed to do before the drake was all over him. A shove of his snout sent Suel on his side, and the paws did the rest. With those gargantuan fingers trapping his feline bulk, Suel could only swish his tail and moan as the drake found his pink feline erection.

It only took a soft lick for Suel to unleash his seed. He shivered and trembled, spending himself upon the dragon's tongue. The throbs felt fierce, and lasted long after his first orgasm faded. Suel cried out as his tightening sack was milked until the last throb. His spasming prostate hurt, yet his barbed member still flared and spewed its contents on the drake's circling tongue. He traced the tip over Suel's cock repeatedly, stimulating the sensitive feline until he could not bear another climax.

"Stop, stop!" Suel gasped. He changed to wolvar right before the pleasure crossed the threshold and turned into pain.

"Did you stop when I writhed in my sleep?" the red beast taunted, revealing rows of sharp, glistening teeth dribbling with saliva and cat semen.

"I gave you the best orgasm of your life!" Suel shouted.

"And I want to return the favor."

"You already did!" he crawled away from the dragon's menacing tongue, paws splashing on the flooded floor.

Unfortunately for Suel, he was too slow for a mobile and flexible tongue. The fleshy appendage tripped him, allowing the drake to scoop and catch the wolvar inside his paws.

"Did I?" he asked again, staring into Suel's eyes.

"Yes, yes, you red scaled oaf!" he slapped a twitching nostril. "Now let me go."

"Why should I do that?"

"Because..." Suel licked along the drake's lips. "I want to mount you."

"Mount me?" he cocked his horned head. "So quick after spending yourself?"

"My animal forms reset the fatigue somewhat. I cannot do it as a cat or a wolvar, but it's not like those are any fit for your rather huge bulk."

"Indeed," he gave Suel a quick lick before finding the ground under his paws."You can mount me when you find a form fit for my size."

"That's not fair," Suel pushed himself up, struggling a bit to find balance on his trembling legs.

"Very few things are."

The drake flapped his wings, stretched, and walked over the uneven pools of semen. Suel watched with interest how the lustful male sniffed and licked at his own semen. The way he slurped and brought that lukewarm milky fluid into his maw was climactic.

"Hungry, are you?" Suel scratched a ear, distracting himself from his needy cock.

The drake ignored the question. His throat reverberated with a soft growl while he scooped the dribbling slime with his tongue. Drops still fell between his teeth, sliding like thick, creamy honey back on the moist stone with a lewd squelch. Suel touched his exposed crotch, then barred his fangs. He wanted to mount, not release into his paw again.

So he waited, and waited, until the drake cleaned every trace of mess. With a triumphant growl, he turned to Suel and nuzzled into his chest like nothing happened.

"We should fly back to Wyrmrest."

"Without even telling me how breakfast was?"

"Yes," he said, picking Suel in a clenching paw before the druid had any chance to reply. He cleaned the druid, then groomed himself until every trace of seed was eradicated.

Suel growled and squirmed, throwing all manners of half-hearted insults. He could say anything. It wasn't like the drake listened. After he finished his grooming, he left the temporary shelter behind. Suel regretted leaving. That small cavern offered so much pleasure, and thanks to his scaled companion, smelled much better.

Light grew dim the farther they walked from the illuminated cavern. Suel tried to pry the drake's fingers apart, but he only squeezed harder.

"Come on. Walking on three legs is awkward."

"I can do it quite fine."

"Until you run head first into a wall of stone."

The drake unleashed a burst of flames, illuminating the winding corridor. Suel growled his displeasure. If he shifted, the blackness of the cave would be a bigger problem than the entrapping paw.

"Will you fly me like prey all the way to Wyrmrest?"

"Perhaps I will," the drake answered, pressing Suel tighter to his warm belly. "I can certainly warm you better."

"That is so considerate. I suppose I should thank you for your selflessness."

"Only if you want."

That was an inspiring request. "I want to know why you dined on your seed, drake."

He kept silent for a few heartbeats. The surroundings became clearer, illuminated by the morning light. Suel closed his eyes as the drake ran off the ledge. He took to the skies, beating his wings against the frigid wings. Nausea wrestled control of Suel's senses, but he subdued it quick enough.

"It was the proper thing to do," he finally answered, settling on a smooth glide.

"Why?" Suel asked, prying for a clearer answer.

"Seed brings life, Druid. Letting it waste on barren stone goes against my duty to protect life."

"And ingesting it is different because..."

"It returns to me in another form."

That was somewhat creepy. Suel shrugged and kept his muzzle shut. He experienced the highly arousing and healing properties of dragon semen before. Questioning the owner's choice seemed improper, especially after all the pleasure they shared. Suel watched the white expanse stretching below him. He saw bones, trees, and more bones until the looming shape of the temple reached the proper angle.

"Why are we even returning to Wyrmrest?" Suel asked, peeking between the drake's clawed fingers.

"Tasks. As a protector of life, there are certain duties I must attend."

"Same goes for me," Suel said. "As a druid and an adventurer, there is always a quest waiting to be completed."

"This is slightly different," the drake growled.

"Yeah, because you're big, scaly and cum in buckets."

Suel earned too loops and a downward corkscrew for that. The semen he ingested threatened to leave his stomach until he bit it back with a gulp.

"Please...don't do that again..."

Growling his approval, the red drake surged towards the middle part of the temple. Several other drakes roared their greetings. Suel counted two bronze, a blue, and several reds, all smaller than his own companion. It was strange how all the large dragons were nowhere to be seen.

They landed on the first floor of Wyrmrest. Suel steadied his balance on a deserted gryphon roost and followed the drake's swishing tail towards the golden gate. The two drakonids parted their spears, tips pointing inside the hallway.

That's where Suel and his drake were headed. The small hall gave way to a round chamber. Paintings covered the walls, featuring dragons of all flights. They soared across all manners of landscapes, stretching the way to the dome bolting the chamber.

"Greetings, youngling," a deep voice resonated throughout the empty hall

"Lord Afrastrasz," the drake bowed his head.

Suel did the same. He watched his drake rush towards a dragon twice as tall. His snout spike was fully grown, and his matured horns were a thing of beauty upon that perfectly shaped crimson scaled head.

"Titles hold no value to us. You know that."

"Yes, but-"

The large dragon silenced the smaller one with a warm touch under his smaller snout. Suel approached, smiling at the two nuzzling dragons. Reds were so warm with each other. They all acted like siblings or family, despite being unrelated to each other. Flights gave dragons the same scales and similar powers, but each had their own personality and set of abilities to go with it.

"Here," Afrastrasz lifted a huge wing, inviting the drake closer. He snuggled inside, growling happily. "Now tell me what reason brings you under my wing, little one."

"A task. I very much desire to..."

Suel walked closer while his drake explained the specifics. He wanted to prove himself, like any youthful warrior. Druids saw combat from a young age. The ability to shape-shift offered innumerable options. Many cubs were scouts or supply carriers, while the experienced fighters became healers or fighters. Suel observed the same applied in dragons. Despite their great powers, the older dragons were very protective of their whelps. Afrastrasz turned down every request the young drake had, blaming it on recklessness.

Feeling no need to intervene, Suel waited. He traced Afrastrasz' tail all the way to its thick base. His paws were so large! A single finger matched the drake's legs in size. Suel's heart quickened when his eyes caught sight of the slit sheltering a male's sleeping member. If the fingers and claws were big, he could only imagine how huge the dragon's cock was. Images of a wet, glorious erection shifted through his mind, along with a burning desire to know just how much seed a mature dragon released.

Suel's member pulsated with arousal. He ignored it at first, losing himself in his fantasies. Only when the throbs picked up he realized two things. He was not only overly aroused, but naked too!

With a yelp, Suel covered his privates. The two dragons looked at him, then resumed their talk. Of course. Dragons were naked all the time. Why should they care? Suel could have spilled his seed on their paws and they probably wouldn't even notice.

"...and I have a druid companion to assist me in this task."

"Him?" Afrastrasz asked, pointing his huge head in Suel's direction.

Suel blushed. Two pairs of eyes were on him, black slits narrowing as they analyzed his form.

"Me," the wolvar pointed at himself. "I'm skilled. Very much so."

"Any achievements to attest those skills?" the dragon extended his head, sniffing the little wolvar.

Suel only mentioned of his war efforts against Ragnaros and his minions. Bowing his great head, Afrastrasz growled his agreement.

"That is all I needed to hear. You may embark on this task with my blessing."

The dragons nuzzled and licked each other.

"That goes for both of you," Afrastrasz looked at Suel.

The wolvar approached. He walked towards the great Red's flaring nostrils and hugged his huge snout. That only meant a limited patch of scales under the lower lip, but it was still something! The dragon sniffed him briefly, then pulled his head back.

"Go now, and return safe. And druid," he called to Suel when he turned to leave.

"If I see a single scale missing from my drake, I will hold you personally accountable."

"I understand."

They all voiced their goodbyes and parted ways. Suel shook his head when his drake invited him up on his back.

"You had the right of it, beastie," he slapped his right flank. "Your paws are a lot warmer than your spine."

"Like I said," he offered a forepaw to Suel.

The wolvar gently massaged it until it clenched around his small canine form. "Yeah well, those selfless intentions could harbor a darker desire."

"Like?" The dragon challenged, hissing.

"Me, servicing you during flight."

"Servicing?"

"Licking you off. Sucking you. Name it however you like."

He almost chuckled under the riptide of mirth.

"It's true!" Suel said, still laughing. "Your rod is certainly long enough to prod me!"

"I will make sure that does not happen."

"Like I believe you. Your only concern will be thrusting and spurting, soaking every patch of my beautiful fur."

"You are a curious wolvar, little one."

"And you're a feisty beast."

The drake rumbled with laughter and strode forth. He ran when he reached the ledge, then spread his wings, allowing them to carry his magnificent form towards the high skies. Suel gripped two toes for extra balance during the steep ascension. His wolvar form was unaccustomed to the heights, and changing into raven had certain disadvantages. The weather of Dragonblight favored only the most resilient of fliers, and Suel hardly considered himself such. Besides, he liked his cozy shelter. He had only to relax and fantasize about different scenarios while his drake did the hard part of the flying process.

He first imagined how drakes of other flights behaved around a female in heat. Would a bronze mate a blue? Or a red drake breed a black one? Each flight had differences and was at odds with the beliefs of their brethren. Reds protected life, while blacks thrived on chaos and destruction. Suel never imagined how these two flights could ever co-exist. Every race considered black dragons a menace. Brave dwarves hunted them for their scales and magic, while humans and elves only sought self defense. Whatever the reason was, the black dragonflight endured centuries of hate and spite.

And now, only a few of its members remained. Suel understood the reason of the hunt. Druids had a deep connection to nature, and the balance rarely favored anarchy. Everything had its well established place, from the vegetation eaten by the herbivores to the mighty predators hunting them. Sentient races pierced through the cycle and found ways to even cheat death, yet was that a proper excuse to hunt down a whole flight and eradicate an entire species?

Suel scratched between a patch of scales, thinking. The Drake's eagerness to chase danger came as a surprise. He seemed so gentle and considerate, yet the words that escaped his maw during the meeting with Afrastrasz still weighted Suel's mind. He didn't expect a defender of life to be so driven in claiming it.

"Why a dragoness?" Suel asked as they flew over the desolate landscape. "Choosing a patrolling task or healing a patch of land stricken by war or disease seemed better fit than-"

"Than what?" The drake interrupted with a growl.

"Than what we're about to do," Suel continued.

He received a curt hiss at that. "Do I need to explain my reasoning?"

"Yes. Curiosity is a tougher pest than a heat cycle."

The drake growled his approval and settled into a gentle glide. "Black dragons are a stain upon the world, Suel, and unlike your seed they are dark and tainted."

"I like that comparison," the wolvar licked along the small scales of a toe. He liked how dragons smelled and tasted. Everything was pleasant about these beautiful creatures.

"I like your touch more."

Suel found himself pushed closer against the drake's chest. Warmth radiated from his scales, fueled by his thundering heart. The stinging wind barely had any strength here; a pup without teeth. Suel voiced his contentment through a warm growl and urged the drake to continue.

"Nevertheless, a druid should already know what I'm about to say."

"Maybe I just want to hear it again."

"If you weren't so small, I would have dropped you."

"And risk injuries or death?"

"I can mend both."

"Can you?"

Growling, the drake flapped his mighty wings. He was ambivalent to discussion, but losing verbal debates got through his scales quicker than tickles.

"Black Dragons are a threat. Death and disease are merely a symptom of the problem. If the source of the infestation is removed, the darkness will fade with time."

"You talk about your fellow dragons as if they are part of the Scourge."

A softer roar followed, latched with irritation. "In some way they are. Every creature knows those are no longer dragons. They have our wings, paws, necks and scales, but inside they are hollow and corrupt, just like a mindless abomination."

That comparison stung. Suel kept his calm. He didn't want to jump to conclusions or judge. Perhaps the drake suffered at the talons of a black brethren. Still, his interest hasn't faded. If he hunted a black dragon, Suel wanted to know the meaning behind the reason.

"Have you fought a black before?"

"I...I did not," the red drake admitted. "But I heard about the destruction they bring, and all the lives they take to sate their blood thirst."

"Don't be too quick to judge, Drake. Branding their entire flight as destroyers based on rumors and words is unfair."

He shook his head and growled. "I don't see it that way."

"Then wait. Perhaps one of them can still be saved."

"Doubtfully. The corruption of the old gods sank too deep. Their minds are twisted and broken, just like..."

He trailed off. Suel had a few ideas what came after that long, pained growl. Nefarian experimented, tortured and mutated whelps for his own, macabre plans. Deathwing almost brought ruin to the Blue flight, and aided in Alextrasza's capture and enslavement. The Red flight suffered bitter stings at the claws of the black flight, yet vengeance never seemed the right way. It seemed selfish, going against many druidic teachings.

"Let us speak of that no further," Suel said, watching the mounds of snow give way to trees across the frozen plains. "You chose this task, and I agreed to accompany you. One way or another, we will see it to completion."

The drake voiced no complaints. He flew in silence, allowing Suel to catch quick naps in between. He woke to the luxurious vegetation of the Howling Fjord. The proud trees and the resilient grasses paled in comparison to the rich flora of Mount Hyjal. Nevertheless, it was a welcome sight after hours of ice and snow. Suel was tempted to explore the land and rest, but he preferred to settle in Kalimdor, away from any undead threat.

With that, he went to sleep again. His arms ached and his legs felt somewhat stiff, yet his bed was more comfortable than a saddle. The northern sea came and went along with midday's brilliance when the shores of Moonglade greeted Suel's eyes in a fiery display of reds and oranges.

Growling cheerfully, the drake dived towards the blooming canopies of the proud trees.

"Waaaaait!" Suel yowled, feeling his empty stomach climb all the way into his throat.

With a mighty downwards push of his wings, the drake steadied himself, flapping rapidly to maintain height.

"We are both spent, little druid. I need to rest my wings and fill my belly before climbing towards Mount Hyjal."

"Can you last a little longer?"

He growled, confused.

Suel sighed. "I would prefer to avoid spilling blood in either Moonglade or Hyjal."

"Hunting is a part of life. Why should we deny our instincts?"

"We don't deny them. Merely suppress their urge until favorable conditions are met."

The drake didn't like that. He glided closer towards the forest, a continuous rumble vibrating inside his chest. Suel stroke and nuzzled his paws in all manner of ways.

"Please...Winterspring isn't far away."

"It...raaarrrrgh!" he pushed himself up with fierce beat of his tawny wings. "I will pounce the first suitable prey I stumble upon."

"Very well," Suel agreed.

"And you will owe me a favor."

"I understand."

He closed his eyes as the drake roared and spun in the sky. Suel closed his eyes, heart thrumming in his chest. Spins and rolls never agreed with him in any form aside from Raven. After a few horrible seconds, he gasped. The earth rearranged itself below him, and his stomach unknotted itself. He had no ill will against the drake. Flying for half a day made any creature grumpy.

The snowy forests of Winterspring greeted the two sooner than they expected. Suel gritted his teeth against the cold and curled tighter around himself. While Winterspring had a gentler climate than Dragonblight, it was still cold enough for snow to cover every leaf or branch. The drake twisted and turned, piercing the proud canopy like a bolt of flame. Suel prepared for another dizzy spell, but it never came.

Instead of squirming and whimpering, he found himself embraced by the puffy snow.

"Cold!" he yelped, struggling to rise on all fours. All his limbs felt numb, and the frigid carpet didn't help. It took several falls and a few unceremonious lurches for Suel to regain his footing. When he finally stood upright, he found his drake curled at the foot of a tree, with a Snowfall elk trapped between his jaws.

Licking around his around his muzzle, Suel shifted into bear form. Strength surged through his expanding muscles. A riptide of warmth followed, ruffling his dense fur. Suel growled blissfully and stretched his limbs, one pair at a time.

The drake favored him with a curt glance and licked the prey's bloody neck, cleaning its matted fur.

Suel bowed his head and chuffed. He could form words in bear form, yet he never chose to do so. The native beasts had their instincts as guidance, and Suel preferred to remain close to nature. If he became a beast, he wanted to live like they lived.

"That means you will be eating from my catch, yes?"

Suel nodded once, sniffing along the white beast's spine. It smelled of snow and wilderness. Whiffing, Suel prodded lower. The beast's musk increased, spurring Suel's excitement. He pushed his oozing nose into the elk's privates. He was obviously male. A fertile one, by the taste of it. Suel licked the tip of its sheath, then bumped into his balls. The spheres were still warm. Pity of the seed trapped inside. With a curt growl, Suel pushed his head back, though not before getting a quick taste of the elk's tailhole.

"Start with those."

Suel looked into the drake's narrowing eyes and growled.

"You know how healthy organs are. Eat them before I decide to claim the whole kill."

And with that, the drake bit the prey's head off. The smell of blood energized Suel. His instincts flared, urging him to join the feast Suel bit into the hard muscle and licked around the ravaged skin. He prodded here and there, exposing the meat underneath. It had a rich, satisfying taste, and it wasn't long before hunger took over Suel's senses. He focused on nothing but the meal, sniffing for the most nutritious organs.

The drake was no picky or selfish eater. He threw Suel parts from the organs he ate before swallowing the whole chunks down. Bones snapped, meat oozed its nurturing essence, and the stringy muscle was thoroughly savored.

Suel was still working on a hind leg when the drake finished. He put all the fur and the inedible parts in a pile and licked around the remaining bones. When Suel retreated, the drake devoured the rest of the carcass. His snout and paws were a real mess. Coagulated blood darkened his scales, making him look a lot more vicious than any dragon had the right to.

Suel licked his lips and padded towards the drake. His heavy stomach disagreed with each step, but the prospect of a warm tongue to clean him enticed him more than rest. With a lifted wing, the drake gestured for Suel to approach. His warm tongue greeted him instantly, washing over his head like a wet and comforting blanket.

Rolling on his side, Suel allowed the drake to take whatever it wanted. After a thorough muzzle cleaning and a short semblance of a kiss, his eager snout sniffed inside one of Suel's huge paws. His tongue slithered between the bear's toes, making the big bear grunt with obvious delight. Each caress intensified the tightness in his crotch, filling his member with warm blood.

Suel let himself grow. He didn't care how aroused he was. Warm baths were rare and far in between. Unfortunately, the drake picked on the increasing scent sooner than Suel wanted to. He abandoned licking around the underside of a flank to sniff and prod around Suel's glistening spear.

Suel hit him on the side of his snout, growling expectantly. He pointed at his belly and nodded. The drake looked at him, blinked his vermilion eyes, then took the bear's member inside his sweltering maw.

That kind of licking was more than Suel bargained for. His muscles tensed, and his loins surged with lust. Suel thrust. He met flesh and saliva, a perfect imitation of a female's inviting lips. The drake's tongue brushed and curled around the intruding member, squeezing it for all its worth.

The stimulation shot through the bear like a flaming spear. He pushed and shivered, rubbing his spasming length against the sheltering tongue. Each movement brought tingles of delight across his member. His tip was especially sensitive. Flared and aroused, it registered the greatest stimulation from the drake's swishing tongue.

Such amount of pleasure was too great to keep inside. Suel burst with a coughed roar, trembling and moaning inside the drake's suckling muzzle. His rushing seed splashed against flesh, wetting the salivating maw for a few heartbeats before it traveled down the drake's hungry throat.

Suel enjoyed every blissful throb. He pushed his clenching crotch harder, expelling every last drop he had. If this was a female, he wanted to fill her until his seed overflowed from her flooded lips. So he thrust, and spurted, and thrust some more until his balls ached from the effort and his prostate stung.

The drake swiftly released the shrinking member. Suel blinked quickly, dazed by the aftermath. He lay completely limp, watching the drake lick his balls and pierce his still twitching anus.

"Shift," he said, licking his maw suggestively. "I want to taste more."

Suel rumbled softly. It was an enticing request, but a proper mounting felt better than a quick service. He shifted into wolvar and dove under the drake's belly for extra warmth.

"Be still, you lust crazed beast!" he pushed the drake's licking snout away.

"No," he growled playfully, catching a quick taste of Suel's crotch. "You owe me that favor."

Suel gasped. The following lick came too close to his knot. If it coiled around that, he would undoubtedly surrender to the bursting pleasure.

"Can't- Can't I mount you instead?"

"And waste all this delicious seed?"

The wolvar gave up. He curled around a foreleg, protecting his privates with both forepaws. "it's not wasted!"

"I don't get to taste it."

"You do. With your tail muscles."

"Doesn't count," the drake hissed. The warmth blew under Suel's crotch. His rebellious tail rose, exposing his clenching tailhole.

"Don't do that," the wolvar whimpered.

It was too late. The drake's tongue pierced through his soft muscles, stretching the crying wolvar to his limits. Bursts of semen left his thundering prostate, melting the snow with their unyielding force.

"Too much...Too much," he yelped between breaths.

The pressure remained lodged inside for a few more heartbeats, filling Suel with fiery lust. Having something so big and warm inside excited him to no end. He begged the drake to take him, and the red male obeyed.

Suel cried out with unbridled lust as his knot found itself inside the same scalding maw. The tongue expertly coiled around the base, applying rhythmic pressure to the spasming meat. Suel's rock hard muscles flexed and throbbed, releasing strong bursts of wet, fertile seed. Each spurt was hard and raw, enhanced by the mind-numbing massage applied by the drake's gripping tongue.

Suel panted like a lust-stricken pup lodged inside a needy female. Fulfillment washed across him with every throb. Spilling his seed inside a female was the ultimate accomplishment for any male. Suel knew the situation of his mounting, and that only added to his burning affection. Being taken by a needy male and having his seed wanted and desired enraged the wolvar's conviction. He stood there, licking and nuzzling his drake until his knot became weak and his muscles flaccid.

"You are so sensitive," the drake said, cupping Suel inside a forepaw.

The exhausted wolvar nodded his head. His eyes were half closed, and his paws too relaxed to move.

"Change into another form then, and see your strength regained."

Suel shifted without hesitation. He became a small stallion, with a white speckled mane and a lean build to envy. The drake licked and inspected his new form, taking in the new scents. Splayed on his back, Suel could only watch and squirm as the drake found his emerging member. He gave it a quick taste around the tip, the moved lower towards the sack.

Suel swished his tail with a soft neigh. His balls were especially sensitive. He didn't want them too close to the drake's grazing teeth until his lips enveloped them whole. A new sensation took over Suel. His balls clenched under the wave of unexpected arousal, and his member shot forth, flaring at the tip.

The drake growled, washing more of that wonderful warmth over Suel's privates. He suckled on the twin spheres briefly, taking in all the lingering scents.

"I like how they feel," he admitted once he released the oozing sack from his maw. Suel crossed his legs, barely resisting the urge to thrust into his chest. If he rubbed against his forelegs, he could spill his seed right into his half opened mouth.

But the drake had other plans. He played his tongue along the member, then swallowed it whole. Suel whinnied, kicking his hind legs. The drake looked at him, growling enticingly as he allowed the member to slide deeper into his throat.

Suel pushed. The strain of instincts became unbearable. He had to bury deep and unleash his liquid burden. The drake bobbed his head once and took Suel even deeper. His tongue coiled around the member like before, but he let the flared tip exposed. That rubbed against the warmer insides of his throat, tickling dripping muscle. The friction alone quickened Suel's seed. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. It was coming. The humid breath and the surrounding warmth overcame his resilience. It was too much. Too quick. He felt the burning pressure explode from his writhing member, shooting the milky load straight into the drake's throat.

He swallowed quickly, massaging the pulsating tip with his clenching throat muscles. For a stallion, this mounting was a dream. With his whole length buried inside, he released and inseminated with utmost desperation. Waves of fertile seed splashed down the clenching throat, feeding the drake with nutritious semen. Hunger was universal, and for Suel, sating his drake's lust was the greatest of accomplishments. He remained inside until the last drops trickled from his flared tip. Then, he gently pulled back, wincing when the drake slurped his shrinking length.

"More," he demanded, licking the dribbling drops of semen from his drenched fangs.

Suel shifted into cat. Like the previous time, the drake brought a multiple orgasm upon the yowling cat. He rubbed his tip quickly, forcing the barbed penis to surrender every bit of its seed. Suel grappled the licking snout with his front paws and hugged it as spasms of pure delight washed across his sinuous form. Felines released quick and strong, and every throb stole a bit of Suel's fiery lust. The quicker he thrust, the harder he spurted, until his member retreated back into its sheath.

The drake licked the relaxing balls for a bit. He found a particular interest in one of Suel's hind paws. The pads were warm and squishy, and his toes quite flexible. While the drake suckled and played with his forepaw, Suel found himself getting harder again. Barely a dozen heartbeats passed, and he was ready to spill his seed once more. The stamina of cat form never ceased to amaze the young druid.

Moaning, the drake released the dripping paw and inspected the erect nub of flesh. He thought on how best to stimulate it until he pressed his lips against Suel's belly. His member and privates disappeared under the drake's lips, where warmth and moisture ruled. Suel tensed. The drake felt that. His tongue pressed against the tensing member, licking quickly along the spasming tailhole. His tongue traveled across his balls and member, massaging all three at the same time while Suel cried his heart out. He was a frenzy of yowls and meows. His tail straightened and his toes spread and shivered under the intense delight. Quick throbs assaulted his crotch, driving out the seed in short, rapid bursts.

Suel spent his essence in mere heartbeats, but the intensity left him wasted. He pushed the drake's snout away with a paw and shifted into Raven. This was his last land form, and he didn't waste the chance to get serviced.

Tail lifted, he turned his bottom towards the drake, who eagerly licked under the feathery tail. Orgasm in avian form felt extremely odd. The drake only pierced Suel briefly before the orgasm rolled over him. Cawing, he spent his essence in a single, powerful burst, leaving the drake sniffing and licking for more.

"There," Suel panted as he shifted back into wolvar. "I delighted your tongue with more seed than you ever tasted."

"True," he said happily, coiling his tail around his left flank. His own member was out in full force, glistening with dripping precum.

"I'm glad we agree," Suel sniffed in the delightful aroma of aroused Dragon. "Can I mount you now?"

He blinked, considering the proposal. Suel crouched under his form and tasted the dip of that flooded member. The drake tensed with a short growl. His hole widened, allowing Suel to poke his whole tongue inside. Fertile scents assaulted his sensitive nose, making his mind explode with sudden arousal.

"I...grrr...I cannot," he pushed on his fours, shivering from the stimulation.

Suel desperately licked and suckled on the rod before it fled his lips. "Wh-why?" he said, teeth clattering with obvious lust.

"We lingered too much. Night will be an advantage to our enemies."

"But it's unfair," Suel whined. "I allowed you to taste me."

"And I extend the same courtesy," the drake growled with amusement and turned around, presenting his glorious tailhole to Suel. Like his member, it oozed with a certain type of lubrication. Dragons got wet there too? Suel wasted no time on the answer. He dug his muzzle inside the hard muscle and scooped as much fluid as he could. It was slightly sour, but the sweetness ignited a hunger inside him. With each lick, Suel thrust into bare air, desperate to mount the eager drake. He roared his lust between clenched teeth and leaped away with a push of his wings.

"it's...dangerous if you keep licking. That tongue of yours is going to wrestle control from my dazed senses."

"Allow it," Suel said. "I know you want it."

"I...can't. Not right now." The drake pushed his snout between his legs and growled his frustration. He wanted to release more than ever, yet the burden of the quest weighted harder than the trapped seed pressing under his shivering tail.

"Fine. Let's fly quick and end that black menace."

Unlike before, Suel hopped on the Drake's back. He wanted to greet Hyjal like a druid, not some prey trapped between the claws of a lovable and aroused drake. With clumsy flaps of his wings, the young male launched himself into the sky. It took a fair bit of time for his arousal to subdue. Suel made jokes about a male's anatomy, but the drake had the right of it. Nobody saw anything when the dragon in question flew high above the tree tops.

"Not If you spill your seed over them," Suel added through a fit of laughter.

"Only a feisty druid can manage that. Flying takes focus, and there is little stimulation aside from dry air."

Suel nodded. His irritation died when he caught sight of Nordrassil, the great world tree. The drake speared over the mountains, gliding towards the branches of the gigantic tree.

"Aren't we going to ask the scouts?"

"No," the drake shook his horned head. "Dragons are easily tracked by their scents."

"And we are after a female."

"Precisely," the drake said. "Isolating her unique scent will be easy with only a single female flying around."

"That doesn't give you ideas, does it?"

Suel received a sharp roar in response. "I meant ordinary females, drake. Not that beast," Suel quickly corrected his mistake. "How do they behave when need fetters their senses?"

"They become erratic and affectionate," the drake said, a hint of longing present in his rumbling voice. "Selecting a proper mate is a test of wit, strength and determination above the basic urges. We males can choose more than one female, but we need to support them all in raising their clutch."

"Isn't that convenient?" Suel chuckled.

"It seems so, but the whelps are naïve and inconsiderate. Problems come as a second nature to them. If a female whelps near a settlement, her hatchlings might pick on the villagers. Singed sheep and burned crops tend to annoy two leggers."

"Not me," Suel said. "Druids take everything from nature. We do not change nor interfere with the balance."

"So you say," the drake glided towards a stream. "Yet these conflicts and resources are a bringer of change, and you do take sides."

"Not all of us," Suel sighed. "The Cenarion Circle treats every living being equally, but the distrust and the conflict bred by the Alliance and the Horde is...I don't even have a proper term for it anymore."

The drake growled. "I hate that too. Perhaps as much as my black scaled kin. The loss of life over petty resources and for silly reasons irritates me."

Suel understood better than anyone. He leaned forth and rubbed the drake's neck, obtaining a pleasant grunt in return. They flew without stopping until the sun disappeared behind the darkening horizon.

Fortunately, the drake picked the scent trail shortly afterwards. He flew over gullies and lakes, tracking the dragoness with relentless determination. His wings savagely whipped the winds, pushing his magnificent form over a small valley.

"There," he pointed with his snout towards a clump of buildings.

"That's one of our outposts!" Suel said, squinting. "I mean, was until the fire elementals burned it down."

"Corruption attracts corruption."

Suel gripped a neck spike as the drake prepared to dive. "We'll cleanse it. Keep your focus and-"

His words were lost in the howling wind. The trees approached with startling speed. Pulling his wings on either side, the drake pierced through the verdant canopy and flapped his flared wings to slow his descent.

Suel blinked. His eyes stung and his stomach almost spilled its contents, yet even in his dazed state he noticed flames sparkling from below.

"Cultists!" he yelled.

The drake drew his head back and breathed a stream of cleansing flames. The vegetation remained unharmed, while the hooded figures writhed and crumbled inside the fiery cloaks.

"Hardly a match," the drake hissed. He circled the clearing, breathing his fire in repeated torrents. They washed between the trees like waves of flame, cleansing every taint in their path.

Suel hopped on the ground as soon as the drake's paws touched the soil. He looked around, ears perked, senses alert. He sniffed the charred remains and the vegetation, but nothing stood out in particular.

"I'll check these ruins," he pointed towards the cluster of trees. "You take that side. If the black shows up..."

"We'll take her together," the drake nodded.

They both went about their tasks. Suel turned into cat and leaped inside the overgrown inn. Vines twisted around the crumbling arches, maintaining the inn's original shape. Suel recognized the sleeping and the dining quarters. Both were completely ruined and offered rest and relaxation only for the vegetation.

Turning around, he went inside the outpost. The spiraling stairway was gone, along with a good portion of the tower. Suel sniffed around. He caught the lingering scent of something foreign. It wasn't human nor animal. Just...different.

Shaking his head, he ran between the ruins of the houses and the dilapidated Moonwells. Nothing was out of the ordinary apart from a loud, bone-chilling roar.

"She's right above us!" The drake roared, leaping into the sky.

"Stupid whelp," Suel mumbled. They were supposed to engage her together! He subdued the rising panic and focused his natural energy into a sizzling sphere contained between his paws.

He looked up. The dragons sailed around each other, clawing and breathing their fire. Suel tried not to think of his drake. Interruption in the flow of concentration could fail the spell, and Suel could not afford that. Planting his feet into the rich soil, he drew upon the powers of the land. Strength surged through him in a tickling riptide. With this much power trapped between his clenched forepaws, he could shear through the dragoness' scales and cut her in half with a Starfire blast.

"No," he whispered softly, alternating the viciousness of the spell. "That is not the right path."

He imbued the calm essence of nature and the stillness of the vegetation, along with several toxins. The sphere changed its color to a soothing green. It radiated warmth, eager to be released.

Suel looked into the sky. The dragoness drew her head back, offering the perfect opportunity. With a swift motion, Suel launched the blazing essence towards her distracted form. The bolt launched into the sky, dispersing into a wave of brilliant light. Suel shifted into cat and pushed into a wide leap just before the dragoness came crashing down.

She met the ground with a powerful crash. Grass and earth stirred around her limp form for a heartbeat before dropping back onto her twitching wings.

The drake landed shortly after. He rushed towards the dragoness with a fierce snarl draped over his snout.

"Wait," Suel jumped in front of him, shifted into wolvar.

"She isn't dead," the drake hissed.

"I know. My attack did exactly what I wanted."

"Why?" the drake crouched, struggling to keep his anger in check. "She doesn't deserve to live."

"EVERYONE deserves a chance at life, Drake," Suel snarled. "Your flight should know that better than most."

The drake blinked, then shook his head in disbelief. "You are wrong, Suel. Monsters like Arthas and Kael'Thas are the only reason to act. If they were culled before they fully rotted-"

"What would have happened?" Suel inquired. "Do you have control over the flow of time to tell me of a possible future?"

Licking his snout, the drake approached. He considered an answer, but only released a drawn out chuff.

"We ended them, drake. No matter how dark a threat may seem, there is always an answer to it. The greatest darkness always reveals the brightest of lights when the veil of shadow tests our strength and endurance to survive."

"I...I don't know," the drake raked the ground with his onyx claws before rising. He walked around the limp dragoness, sniffing her form.

"Taking a life is never an easy task, yet some exceptions have to be made for the greater good."

"Are you sure your decision benefits the whole world, and not just yourself?" Suel asked.

The drake crouched back on his belly. "Hard to say..." he rumbled. "I look at this female and all I feel is the taint seeping between her scales. She looks like us, yet...she doesn't belong, druid. Black dragons broke their bonds with us when they fell into the hands of the Old Gods."

Suel walked closer to the female's head. Her nostrils flared, breathing warm air upon his form. He laid a hand on the warm scales of her snout and cupped the small horn decorating the tip.

"Was that her choice, Drake?" Suel said softly. "Do any of us choose our parents? Can we pick the shape of the creature we want to be born as?"

"No," the drake admitted. "Nobody can."

"Then why hate her so? Maybe she wanted to be a Bronze or a Red..." Suel sighed, voice strained with emotion. "Maybe she wanted to heal instead of destroying, and fate trapped her into a life of pain, grief and misunderstanding."

The red crawled closer to Suel. He nuzzled into his chest, invariably brushing the side of his head against the limp dragoness.

"That is precisely why this culling is such a heavy burden."

"No," Suel said, biting back errant tears. "I don't want to hear that word when talking about your own kin."

"What do you want then?" The drake drew his head back. "What would you have me do?"

Suel extended his hands. He waited for the drake to push his snout between his paws. Then, he squeezed him as hard as he could, looking into those deep crimson eyes.

"I want you to mate her, Drake. Fill her with your life-giving seed. Wash away the corruption and give her the chance to bear normal offspring."

The drake didn't pull back immediately. He tensed his jaw and scratched the earth before bursting with a roar.

"No," He looked at the dragoness, then hid his head under a pale wing. "I will not subdue my hatchlings to torment and corruption."

"That is not the point of my request," Suel said. "You are giving her a chance. Please, drake..." Suel hugged one of his forelegs, allowing the tears to fall freely across the sides of his muzzle.

"Please ease her pain. Don't allow her darkness to become yours."

"I'm not. We can leave her and fly away." He still didn't have the strength to look into Suel's eyes.

"And accomplish what?" The druid pressed. "Isn't life your greatest task? Isn't life what you fight for?"

The drake looked around, then dropped his head on the ground, unsure of anything.

Suel knelt before his snout and kissed it. "It's one mounting. Once chance. She may hate us and despise us, but...chances are we will give her something she never had before."

"What?" the drake asked. "What can a monster possibly need?"

"Life," Suel said. "And the chance to nurture it."

The drake yet again found the ground under his paws. He paced around, wings shifting with uneasiness. He seemed to ponder Suel's thoughts, but the druid knew others were not easily swayed when their beliefs were challenged. If the situation worked the opposite way, the Alliance and the Horde would fight together against greater enemies than bicker each other.

His drake needed a little more encouragement, and Suel knew exactly how to entice him.

"Are her wings malformed? Does she stand on three feet rather than four?"

"No."

"Exactly. She has similar traits as the rest of your kin, Drake. Please see her not as the monster that your mind conjured, but for the dragoness she truly is."

"You ask for much, druid," he went around the limp female, inspecting her features with his clear vermilion eyes. "I would never consider something so vile, yet you have earned my trust, and you are right. Life is not responsible for how we are born or the choices we make."

"Thank you, Drake," Suel bowed his head, sniffling."Thank you..."

He growled softly, nudging the female's wing. "Only if she was the one expressing gratitude..."

"She will. One day, she will..." Suel said. His chest felt all heavy, and he needed a short break to recuperate.

He walked away from the two dragons, allowing them space. The drake sought Suel's stare every so often before nudging a leg or sniffing under a wing. He really tried applying everything Suel said. He was young, and that made him susceptible to all manner of influences.

Suel smiled. He knew this was for the better. He curiously watched how the drake crouched, pushing his head between the female's hind legs. His tongue flicked out, brushing against a claw before finding her nethers.

Suel's muzzle tightened. He was licking her! The sight proved a lot more arousing than it had the right to. Hissing with obvious need, the drake pushed harder against her vent, sticking his tongue deeper into her wet folds.

Suel's member hardened within three heartbeats. The slurps were as noticeable to his ears as the arousal was to his nose. He shifted to bear to avoid exposing his knot to unruly stimulation and approached. The smell of female arousal permeated the thicket, along with the drake's own masculine musk. After several tongue thrusts, he pulled his snout away, cleaning his dribbling scales with rapid tongue strokes. Lust clearly claimed him. His lips revealed rows of sharp fangs, and his quickening breath caused the drake's member to throb and expand. He looked between his legs, snarled, then shot Suel a quick glance.

Suel said nothing. The drake's widening pupils spoke for themselves. He was going to take his female. Of that there was no doubt.

Still, Suel sat on the grass, pushing his belly tight against the soil. He didn't want his arousal to become obvious. That proved distracting, and he wanted the drake to go all the way inside her not just with his tongue. After another session of messy licking, he finally growled out his lust for all the beasts to hear. His member throbbed angrily against his belly, spurting with clear arousal.

Hissing, the drake walked around the female, drops of cloudy precum wetting the grass or the occasional paw. He tried different mating positions before finally finding the proper one. He pushed the female on her back, then straddled her. His legs came on either side, struggling to find purchase as he thrust downward. The pushes were quick and erratic, sliding all around the female's slit.

Suel licked his muzzle, burning with expectation. He never saw how dragons mated. The scents and the sights assaulted his senses harder than a female in full season. Suppressing a growl, Suel throbbed and leaked, watching breathlessly how the drake mounted his female. His member slid closer and closer to her vent, trailing a path of precum until he finally slid inside her with a loud, screeching moan.

Suel's tailhole clenched, unleashing two waves of hot precum. The way he sank his great length all the way inside her was even more beautiful than his shivering flanks or his straightening tail. Suel felt the drake's pleasure as his own, and could only imagine how tight a moist female felt around such magnificent cock.

Rolling on his back, Suel gave in to his urges. He sought his raging erection with his clattering muzzle and took it in with one hungry gulp. The warmth had an immediate effect. His length tensed and his crotch tightened, ready to unleash all the seed gathered inside his squirming balls.

Suel thrust quickly, licking around his overly sensitive member. With each thrust, he throbbed, just like the drake before him did. His tailhole clenched harder than ever, throwing the rest of his tail into restless fits. The fact that he mated a female for the first time made the mating even more arousing. The drake never knew how tight, warm or deep females were down there until now. Paws shook and wings beat unsteadily against the soft breeze. The drake took his female with deep, eager thrusts, moaning and roaring his bursting pleasure. He was going to cum. His tense frame suggested that way. Water moistened Suel's eyes when the drake pulled out with a short, lustful moan. His member slid out, dripping with lubrication. A transparent sheen covered the bulging veins, making them stand out as much as the bumps and ridges stretched along that huge draconic cock. It throbbed once, then twice, unleashing two gushes of thick precum on top of the female's shuddering lips. She was eager to be pierced again, and his drake complied.

With a long, growled out moan, he sank all the way inside her.

The sight sent Suel's seed into a hot, messy riptide.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Suel burst into his own muzzle. He suckled and licked the leaking seed, eagerly gulping down every crashing wave of thick, fertile semen. The pleasure made him dizzy and weak, but he thrust and ejaculated just like his eager drake did.

The orgasm vanished in a blazing display of colored stars. Blinking rapidly, Suel struggled to shake off the weakness. He wanted more. A lot more.

As soon as he became lucid, he changed into Horse and rushed on his fours. He had a desire inside him. A need filled only by the most basic of urges.

The urge to mount. He wanted to thrust deep and fierce, and the drake's clenching tailhole was more than a match for his engorging member. Suel pushed and nuzzled against the spasming ring of muscle. He took a deep whiff of the savage scent and lifted his upper lip, moaning with unbridled arousal.

Mount. Pierce. Release, instinct urged him. Suel neighed and reared on his hind legs. He took the drake just when he pressed belly to belly with his female. His rock-hard member straightened like a spear, piercing right through the lubricated muscles.

Hotness surrounded Suel from all sides, and the taut muscles squeezed him harder than ever. He was unprepared for such raw tightness, or such overwhelming warmth. Crying out with feral bliss, he thrust, then thrust, then thrust again, piercing all the way towards the drake's thrumming prostate.

He could feel it. The thrumming muscle, clenching and spasming with rhythmic glory. He was close. Much too close. Suel's thrusts sent the drake's lust over the edge, and they both knew the pleasure could be contained no longer.

With an ear splitting roar, the drake buried himself as deep as he could into the dragoness. The spilling of his seed triggered the hardest orgasm Suel ever experienced. He gave in with a loud whicker and squeezed his eyes against the upcoming wave of overwhelming pleasure. His member was milked and suckled by the heated muscle. He couldn't resist. He had no chance to, when the pressure broke through its fetters. The heated lust traveled through Suel's tense cock and exploded into the drake's tight tailhole.

The first spurt splashed so hard that Suel almost fainted. He was unprepared to handle such a raw and bestial orgasm. Never before he found himself squeezed with such fierceness. His flared tip was practically squeezed between the strong muscles, shooting its seed with increased pressure. The splashes speared against the drake's oversensitive prostate. The overload of warmth sent the drake into frenzy too. He thrust and shivered, flooding the female with ropes of fertile seed. He clenched hard and quickly, driving out his fertile seed in strong spurts.

Suel remained inside until he was milked down to the last drop. Only after his member lost its raging strength he dismounted. A torrent of seed followed in his wake. He had troubles believing the amount he released, until he remembered the crashing pleasure washing over his balls. Suel experienced his first multiple orgasm in horse form, and that left him tripping and splaying on the ground like a helpless calf.

He shifted to wolvar, panting heavily in the aftermath. The drake coughed and licked his maw. He remained inside the female for a dozen more heartbeats, moaning softly before finally pulling out his dribbling member. A puddle of seed fled the female's twitching lips, dribbling across her flank.

Suel crawled towards it. He dug his muzzle into the warm puddle and slurped it for all its worth. The warm seed was hot and slightly sweet on his salivating tongue. He cleaned the female's scales with lewd splashes of his tongue, then followed her arousal all the way to her shivering lips. Another snout met him on his way there. Hissing, the drake shot out his tongue, diving it between the female's folds. He plunged and licked hungrily, driving out their combined fluids. Suel licked everything that gushed off the sides. Draconic arousal flared his instincts, making him feel lustful and horny for more mounting. Suppressing the urge with a soft whimper, Suel focused on clearing the slick delicacy.

When the drake pulled out, Suel finally got the chance to taste the dragoness' pale lips. He pushed his short muzzle between her soft walls. His tongue brushed against the silky folds, clearing the lingering traces of lubrication, female fertility, and draconic seed alike.

"She tastes...divine," Suel pulled his soaked muzzle back. His eyes were half closed, heavy with the weight of arousal.

The red drake growled softly and cleaned Suel with two quick licks of his agile tongue. "I know, little wolvar. I know..."

He cupped the large snout and squeezed it. "How did it feel to take her?"

"Wonderful," the drake replied with a satisfied growl. "She was so tight, and so eager to be bred. Her flesh quivered and collapsed as soon as I pierced her."

Suel licked his muzzle, tasting the fertile scent trapped between his whiskers. "She must have been desperate for a mate. Thank you, Drake. Thank you."

The red male whimpered softly in the pleasant caress. He allowed Suel's paws to slide all around his snout, delighting in the soft scratches.

"No, little wolvar. You should be the one receiving my gratitude. You opened my eyes and cleared the haze of vengeance from my thoughts."

"Heh," Suel chuckled. "Purpose aside, I gave you a mounting to remember."

"Indeed," the drake rumbled happily.

"Does that mean I get to mount you?"

He pulled his head away, smiling mischievously. "I make no promises."

Suel laughed. He was tempted to just crawl under his belly and suck him off until he spent his remaining seed if a soft growl didn't distract him. They both looked towards the female. Her eyelids twitched, just like her wings and paws.

The drake crouched, and Suel climbed upon his back. It was somewhat difficult to do so with a hard-on, but he managed to climb and secure himself between the red neck spikes.

"I will claim that favor, Drake. Just so you know."

"I will think of something," he looked back, then flapped his mighty wings.

Suel smiled. He knew that meant something special from the drake's gleeful demeanor. He shifted through a different scenarios, cursing the arousal leaking through his engorged member. They all were so feisty!

Blinking, Suel turned his head and took another peek towards the clearing. The time for his reward would come, but now he just basked in the satisfaction of the moment. He mounted his drake, and in turn the drake released all his burning lust into a proper female. A single decision left the black menace filled with the warmth and promise of future offspring.

And for that, Suel could not be any happier. He gripped the neck spike in front of him and closed his eyes, savoring the warm breeze. He hoped that one day, the dragoness would seek him out and offer her gratitude, just like his Drake said.

Wouldn't that be a sight to behold from a terrifying, murderous beast?