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Description: Makaidos finally returns to his cave, where he is met by an overexcited dragoness. Teased to the brinks of completion and aroused by her virile scent, he has to struggle and contain his raging instincts. Yet in the heat of desires, Makaidos' judgment slips. An itching fear takes seed, blooming until fear and distrust breed between the four companions.

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He remained inside until the drake disappeared around a corner. He didn't want Ordania to punish him just because he failed to fill a stupid bucket. His seed served a better use after it was ingested, curving Makaidos' hunger instead of growing cold and stale. That thought pleased him as much as the youngling's departure saddened him. Makaidos might have gotten back at Ordania, but in the end she would remain here, surrounded and appreciated by her kin, and Makaidos would be the one flying away.

He took wing as soon as his arousal died down. The crisp air of the night surprised him somewhat. He scanned through the sky, eyes passing over the few drakes flying overhead to look at the crescent moon rising over the mountains. It was late, probably past midnight. At least a day must have passed since he arrived here, bleeding and crawling for support. The mere thought of that horrible pain made Makaidos' wings flutter with unease. He extended them at his sides and crouched, leaping into the air. Within several beats, his powerful wings took him back to his cave. Makaidos enjoyed the crisp currents washing over him. Spending so much time encased in stone stifled his senses. He needed the sky above him, and the wind under his wings to feel like a dragon once more. He swerved and rolled into a few simple maneuvers, stretching his wings a little before he glided towards the ledge. Once he touched solid stone, he breathed in the familiar scents latched around the entrance. It felt good to be back.

He walked quickly through the tunnel, eager to meet his companions. How did they fare? Have they missed him? Makaidos' mind churned with questions that begged to be answered. He quickened his pace, almost leaping the last few steps. A soft growl traveled through the stone, followed by claws. Makaidos' heart swelled. He emerged into the main chamber with a growl as two broad wings enveloped him. A flurry of licks assaulted his snout. Makaidos closed his eyes, basking in the warm affection. The dragoness growled with longing and affection, nuzzling and nibbling on anything she could find between her restless jaws. The male allowed her to lick and inspect however she wanted. He really missed being appreciated and cared for, now more than ever.

The eager female tightened her wing around his back and led him to her favorite shelter. She focused her attention on the side of his neck, allowing Makaidos the freedom to finally open his eyes. The cave looked just like he expected: slightly messy, with a homely feel to it. He also noticed he was alone with only one of the sisters. Vira, judging by her affectionate eagerness.

"Where-"

"Hsss," Vira clamped her jaws around his snout. Makaidos muffled his growl until she finally pulled back. "We'll speak after we cuddle."

He had no objections to that. Vira lay down first, inviting Makaidos to join under her lifted wing. The male lowered himself on the ground and crawled inside her embrace. Vira rolled to the side, pulling him closer with all of her four paws. She was so warm... her breath flowed along the back of his head while her belly made his wings feel quite toasty. Her tail too coiled around his, applying delightful amounts of pressure around the hard muscles hiding underneath the scales.

Makaidos licked his snout. He felt excited; obviously so judging by his bulging slit. Vira licked his neck, noticing the male's growing predicament.

Her snout darted to it before Makaidos could react. She sniffed, then licked, stirring his flesh with tantalizing moisture.

"Grr...you said....we will talk," Makaidos said as his paws flared their toes under the warm pressure flowing through his muscles.

"We will," Vira licked her lips. "After I inspect you."

"Like I'll believe you," Makaidos snorted.

"You have no choice in that regard," she said, hovering above the exposed tip of his cock. "You were wounded the last time we saw each other. Bleeding. I have to see if the healers nursed you back to health, and put my mind at ease."

Makaidos knew he couldn't stop her, so he just pressed himself into her warm embrace and accepted her long, muscular tongue upon his throbbing flesh. Vira always was thorough. She wanted to get a good taste of anything she licked, and this time her tongue made no exception. It slid between the hard walls, tickled the flesh until it oozed its lubrication, and licked Makaidos' member until it became hard as the stone below him.

"Grawrrrr!" the male pulled on her tail as beads of precum slithered through his tip.

Vira watched them dribble onto his soaked slit. She also had a talent for teasing. Makaidos almost melted inside her touch once she found his balls. Her tongue kissed his skin while the soft scales of her lips nibbled and pushed the sack around. Vira wanted to get a feel of each individual orb. She pressed hard into his sack for that, forcing the two jewels apart in order to lick and suckle on them individually.

Makaidos groomed a forepaw. He needed to distract himself, least he spilled his lust onto his belly. Vira's adept tongue found its best use when she slid around his tailhole. Makaidos squirmed like a young drake when she penetrated his hole. After a short session of wriggling and licking, she finally pulled back, leaving the male panting with lust.

"Aren't you going to clean it?" Makaidos pointed towards his precum smeared cock.

"It's your mess," Vira licked his neck playfully. "You oozed it."

"Due to your tongue," he pressed. "I would have slept outside if I knew what awaited me inside this cave."

Vira dropped on the ground, taking Makaidos with her. The male didn't put much of a fight. He allowed the female to subdue him in every way she wanted. Vira pressed her head under his chin, eying him with an amber eye. "Are you disappointed?"

"Not if you take me inside you," Makaidos licked around her head.

Vira liked that, rumbling with a pleasant hum as the warm tongue washed from her nostrils to the edge of her horns. "You desire to breed me so soon? I guess the healers are as good as they say. However," she grabbed Makaidos tongue between her teeth. "You will not spill inside me until you tell me everything about your absence."

"My what?" Makaidos retrieved his tongue with a sharp hiss. "I've been gone for a day. Nothing could've happened in-"

"Four days," Vira said. "Enough to think you might have..." her words trailed off, replaced by a smoldering growl.

Makaidos knew what she was thinking, because he thought it too, on that ledge, abandoned by the only healer he trusted. "I'm here now, am I not?" He buried Vira's concerns under waves of repeated licks. "Whatever punishment those dragons inflicted upon me has been healed. You saw that."

She dipped her head and rubbed under his chin. "No dragon came after you left. That filthy champion might have forfeited his words as soon as he left our cave."

"No," Makaidos growled. "He's too stubborn to do that. I know he meant his words, because I did the same. I intend to fulfill every promise I made to him."

Vira looked away for a bit. She seemed to be thinking of something. Makaidos was about to inquire what before a quick lick sealed his lips. "Tell me about that healer. Has she done anything unusual to you? Last time we were there, we ended up spilling thrice! Her tail was surprisingly skilled. Do you think she pleasures herself often?"

Her eagerness excited and confused Makaidos at the same time. He wanted to tell her everything, from the terrible gloom he felt when he was betrayed to the hot bliss he experienced when he woke up.

"She just took me inside her maw, then used my own seed to tend to the wounds."

"Exciting! Weren't you tempted to mate her?"

"Not immediately. The pain shackled every thought, and every desire. I could only think straight after I woke up, all healed and eager to spill."

Blissful lies were much better received than harshs truth. Makaidos weaved his experiences in such way that only the good parts remained. He still told Vira about the youngling, and how he feasted on his seed to calm his hunger. The female rolled on her back, presenting herself to his flaring nostrils. Makaidos was sorely tempted to dig his snout into her folds and feast on her arousal, yet for days he had dreamt of spilling himself inside a female, just like the champion did. He fondly remembered how loud he roared, how hard the thrust, and how harshly his seed exploded from the females once he pulled out. He filled them both way beyond their normal capacity.

He begged Vira to allow him inside, but no amount of licks or affection bought him passage into her folds. She deterred every advance, even becoming aggressive when Makaidos tried to get a taste of her lips. Something seemed odd. What made her so eager before, and so reluctant now? Makaidos was determined to find out.

So he calmed his rising lust and talked about the days he lost. Vira told him everything. How concerned they all were during that night, and how drab the following days have been without a male dragon to keep them company. Her words were rushed, and she looked towards the entrance too often. Makaidos knew how to expose a lie, especially when it was woven before his very eyes.

"You hide something," he said, curling his neck around to look Vira in the eyes.

"You're talking nonsense."

"Am I?" Makaidos pressed. "Look at me, and tell me something isn't bothering you."

Vira couldn't maintain eye contact for more than a couple of heartbeats. She lifted her wing, scratching a made-up itch along her joint. What If the champion returned? Or worse, what if Endrythel paid them a visit, and Vira kept that away from him? The dreaded possibilities overtook Makaidos' senses. He pulled Vira's head back with a forepaw and pressed his snout right against hers.

"Tell me. Now. And don't bother hiding behind lies. I know them all too well."

"Your lust is ailing your mind," Vira snarled, suddenly afraid.

"It doesn't. You know that," Makaidos pulled his lips up, revealing his dripping fangs.

Vira panicked. She slapped her wings at him and pushed with all her paws. Her position only allowed for light shoves and breezy caresses even a hatchling could break through.

"Tell me what you're hiding!" Makaidos growled in her face.

"You're scaring me. Please, stop!" Vira buried her head under a trembling paw.

Makaidos shoved it away, as well as her wings. He didn't stop until she stood under him, powerless to do anything. "I would know if I scare you, female. Has the heat meddled with your senses? Or is that dragon's seed numbing your mind?"

"LEAVE!" she roared desperately. "Go away. I want you out."

The claws of a hind leg scrapped along his wing. Makaidos roared in pain and struck back under the haze of defensive instincts.

Vira did no longer submit. She flapped and kicked and bit like an enraged beast. "Out! GET. OUT!"

Makaidos stumbled back from her fiery rage. He crawled out of her reach, snarling with spite at the panting female. Vira snarled back, then coiled around herself into a ball of whimpers and whines.

"I will find out another way," Makaidos said, then retreated into his own alcove. He licked a few times at his retreating member, but even the warmth of his tongue failed to stir him. Worries and rage gnawed at him like the champion's barbed cock. What was Vira hiding, and why? Makaidos never found the courage to find that answer. Many times he wanted to get up and apologize to Vira, and as many times he felt stuck to the stone below. Unwillingly, he hurt one of the being he cared the most, and that pained him more than any physical wound. Makaidos laid his head down on the ground and covered himself with a wing. Perhaps pain was the only constant in his life. Everything else shifted so suddenly. Even if he thought hard about it, he couldn't remember a time when life went easy for him. With a soft growl, he closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind off the unneeded weight.

He didn't manage to. Thoughts kept stirring inside his mind, and the sound of wing beats distracted him too much. Makaidos got on his fours and waited in front of the entrance, wings twitching, tail swishing behind him. The steps were quickly approaching.

A loud screech shoved the silence away as Rayik leaped forth, wings flared, beak parted with joy. Makaigos grabbed the avian with a paw and pushed him hard against his chest.

"I told them you'll return to us, but you dragons never believe it!"

"We're stupid like that," Makaidos growled joyously and nuzzled around the avian's beak. "What are you returning from?"

"A hunt!" Rayik said excitedly.

Makaidos' mouth watered at the promise of meat. He pulled back from the embrace, scanning the ground for prey.

"I didn't say it was a successful hunt," Rayik screeched with amusement.

Makaidos' head drooped in disappointment, but not for long. Sira nuzzled into his neck, soft and tender just like her sister. Makaidos didn't wait for her tongue to slide forth. He started bathing her, unleashing all the lust, passion and regret he harbored for her sister. Sira was pleasantly surprised by that. She lifted her wings and growled a long, mellow growl. Rayik tilted his head. For him, it was just a curious noise. To Makaidos, that was the sweet song of a female waiting for a receptive male to claim her. Makaidos flared her lust with needy licks, then pushed his head under her flank. Sira lifted her tail high into the air, then did the same for her leg. She stumbled a bit on her three remaining legs, but this position allowed Makaidos full and unrestrained access to her slit. He inhaled her sweet aroma with a thrilling whiff, then dug his tongue between her folds to lap at her overflowing juices. Sweet fertility was brought inside his maw by harsh, greedy licks, along with something else. In his rush, Makaidos didn't realize what that was until he scooped deeper. When he pulled out, his tongue was leaden with a liquid too cloudy and sticky to belong to a female. He slurped and washed it inside his maw, only to realize it was seed.

Gryphon seed, to be exact.

Makaidos pulled back. The haze of heat dissipated when a rival male threatened to claim his possible mate. His instincts urged Makaidos to remove the rival, then breed the dragoness to ensure only his hatchlings would fill her womb.

"A hunt, you said?" he said as he licked his dripping lips. "What exactly did you hunt, Rayik?"

"Prey," he said simply.

"What kind of prey?"

"Whatever roams these mountains. You scale-heads know your territories better than a gryphon ever can."

"It had wings then?"

Rayik remained undecided.

"And scales? And horns?" Makaidos slowly advanced upon the retreating gryphon. "Or did you merely find an excuse to breed my females?"

"Your females?" Rayik flared his muddy wings, clacking his beak twice. "They are your companions, not your property!"

"Makaidos, maybe we can-"

He snarled at Sira. "Stay out of this."

The female snorted and walked away, joining her sister. That left Rayik alone, exposed, and suddenly afraid. When he looked towards the two females, Makaidos pounced, catching one of his legs between his own agile fingers. Rayik tried to kick his way out, but the clutch only tightened harder around his scrawny leg.

"I won't hurt you. Cease your senseless struggle!"

"How would I know-"

"Because I'm too bloody alone to be stupid. I care for you, you stupid buzzard!"

Rayik froze as Makaidos touched the tip of his snout to his beak. He closed his eyes, bowed his head, and cooed softly as gentle rubs bought his trust.

"I don't care how many times you mated them. I just want to know why. The reason, Rayik. Tell me!" Makaidos pressed. "I have to know the reason. Vira hides something. I...I almost hurt her trying to get the answer out of her."

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm afraid," Makaidos shamefully admitted. "It hurts me so much to think that my past will ruin your future. Endrythel is my mistake. Mine alone. I should ne dealing with the consequences, not you."

He squawked at that, eyes widening like ripe fruits. "How did your stupid dragon come into this? He has nothing to do with us. We should be more concerned about the champion and a possible break in our deal, or worse, a betrayal."

Makaidos needed a few moments to recover. He opened his maw, then shut it, suddenly undecided. "None of them came to hurt you or breed you or-"

"None," Rayik screeched, pushing himself closer into Makaidos' embrace. "By all the storms, dragon, you truly know how to anticipate the worst."

"You were safe, then? I have to know!"

"Not safe enough from the meat the SkyTalons bring us daily. It reeks and tastes like somebody relieved himself into it."

A great weight left Makaidos' chest. He exhaled a deep, rumbling growl, ruffled Rayik's neck despite his complaints, and got onto his fours.

"Good. It's all good, then. I am grateful for your honesty."

"You just had to ask, dragon," Rayik shuddered. "Whatever happened these days must have been rough on you."

"Somewhat," Makaidos said.

"Not unlike the apology you're going to make," Rayik pointed his beak towards the females. "Go. Spread forth my tranquility and let those two doves know how grateful I am to spill my seed inside them."

Makaidos walked towards the females. He got raised wings, restless tails and snarly growls in response.

"I made some mistakes, I know. I am very ashamed of my actions."

"As you should be," one of the sisters hissed.

"I came to greet you, offered myself to you, and you threw that all away for what?"

"Dark thoughts and an obviously poor judgement," Makaidos bowed his head in shame. "Please accept my apologies, and know I never intended to hurt any of you."

"But you did," Vira said. "You grabbed me, then tried to hurt me, moments after pleading me to be your mate!"

"He did what?" Sira snapped her jaws, fixing her ice cold gaze on Makaidos. "Is that true?"

"I haven't scratched a single scale on her body!"

"But you grabbed me!" Vira pressed on with seething determination.

"Only because I was worried of another outcome. What if the champion returned, or Endrythel? Both of them could have caused pain, and none of you were ready to tell me anything about it!"

"Because your faulty judgment hasn't reached completion? Think before you accuse, male!"

Makaidos stood up, eyes squinting with suspicion. Vira was still hiding something. He felt it as clearly as he felt the spite that was oozing out of her.

"You are still keeping something away from me."

Vira froze. She turned to her sister for support, who just looked the other way.

"You returned with a gryphon's seed inside you, Sira."

"Am I not free to delight myself in any way I wish now?"

"You are," Makaidos said.

"Then don't tell me who to breed. I am not yours, nor the champion's, or Rayik's."

"Yet he stretched you, and bred you more than a few times," Makaidos said. "I felt it on your scales. Dried seed, at least a day old. Somehow, I don't believe heat is to blame after the deal we made with the champion, and the amount of seed he spilled inside you."

"What are you trying to say?" Sira slammed her tail into the ground with righteous anger. "That I'm breaking the deal? That's nonsense!"

"Is it?" Makaidos scratched the ground with his claws. "I made a promise to him, that I will see his hatchlings born and raised. Now, how can I fulfill that promise if you try to wash away his seed before it takes hold?"

Soft growls answered him, but no words. He was right. He could see it in their eyes, and the shifting looks they threw one another.

"You asked Rayik to mate you, many, many times, hoping his seed would prevent an unwanted clutch. Tell me if I'm wrong. Look me in the eyes, and tell me."

The females pressed into each other, sizzling and growling. "Yes," one of them said. "We milked his cock dry ever since you left, dragon."

"I couldn't bear the weight of a clutch, and neither my sister. That dragon is a vile beast who forced himself upon us!"

"We are NOT furthering a legacy of pain and suffering. Blame us all you want, male, but know your words are worth less than dust."

"What can you know of heat or the burden of a weighted womb? Nothing! You males spill your seed without thought of concern of what will sprout from your cock."

"Satisfaction, and lust. That is your only aim, you vile, careless bastards."

"I..." Makaidos shook his head and blinked, as if that could somehow remove the seething words that blazed inside his head. "I'm not...I mean I am...I never wanted to...never meant..."

"Leave, both of you," Sira said with a flap of her wings. "I want you out of the cave for the remainder of the day. Leave me to soothe my sister after the pain you caused her."

Makaidos tried to approach. Tried to make things right. Yet even a single step was met with roars and disdain. The grip around his tail finally forced him to look away from the huddling females.

"Let us fly, dragon. Leave trouble behind before it brews into a storm."

Makaidos accepted the offer with an eager growl. He nuzzled Rayik's feathery neck, then lowered a wing above him to lead the gryphon into the star speckled sky. They flew upon the wind, casting their heavy thoughts away upon the gentle breeze. Rayik's games were more than welcome. Makaidos tested his agility and endurance along his feathery friend before they both dived in search of prey. Rayik found a pair of wolves playing with their whelps. He prepared to dive until Makaidos stopped him. Wolves never worth the hassle, with all that fur and stringy meat. Besides, he didn't feel like stealing so many lives just to fill his belly after Ordania's punishment.

They settled for a buck that ventured too far from the forest. After they feasted on the juicy meat, the two bathed themselves in the nearby lake. The night was cold for soggy gryphons, so Makaidos curled around Rayik and warmed him as best as he could. The gryphon showed his appreciation through gentle preening. Gryphons had this delightful habit of pecking every scale clean. None could resist, not even Makaidos. He pushed his head under Rayik's wet wing, breathing in the scent of his fur. He pushed forth, touching his flank. Rayik slid it away to expose his sheath to the dragon's warm breath. Makaidos poked his tongue out, lazily licking along his firm spheres.

"That is not going to get me hard."

"Depends how hard I try," Makaidos pushed his tongue harder into his cock, forcing the pink tip to poke out.

Rayik squawked softly at that. "Pushing doesn't count. How would you feel if I wrench your cock out of your slit?"

"Good."

"I doubt it," Rayik said.

Makaidos pulled back, resuming his soft licking. "When was the first time, Rayik? When did the females beseech you for your help?"

"Right after you left. Poor dragonesses were terrified about an unwanted clutch. It was simple to take the first one. The heat of her flesh and the thick seed smeared inside her allowed me to push all the way through within the first thrust. I spilled hard and quick. It was the other that gave me a hard time."

"How comes?" Makaidos asked.

"She forced me to enter her, then clamped and squeezed me before I even hardened. Spending my seed so soon caused a fair bit of pain!"

"What happened next?" Makaidos circled the fleshy tip, poking inside just enough to touch the gryphon's sleeping cock.

Rayik dropped his head on top of his, trying to grab around a horn. "They wouldn't leave me alone, dragon. They wanted me to mate day and night, without any regards for how worn I was. Milked my balls dry, they did."

"So you didn't enjoy it?"

"I did, in the beginning. Mating one of your females feels more fulfilling than anything in life, but they abused me, dragon."

"I know how that feels," Makaidos pulled his tongue back inside his own maw and comfortably settled under Rayik's wing. "We should sleep now, and recover our strength."

"On that, I agree," Rayik chirped happily.

***CLOSING COMMENTS***

My, my...paranoia seems to be strong in this one. Jumping to conclusions might be a dragon's weakest spot. Ordania did the same with Makaidos, thinking he's the worst scum on earth when he just tried to defend Rayik's aviary. Now, Makaidos partakes in the same sinful practice, inevitably hurting those closest to him.

Do you think he's a bonkhead for being so brash in his approach? Or were the two sisters too quick to adopt a defensive approach? Please let me know in the comments!

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