But you're a Male!(Illustrated story!)
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***This story is a birthday gift written for a good friend of mine called The_Secret_Cave from FA***
*Okay, here we have something very special and very different from what I normally write. Why, it is the first time I have illustrations scattered throughout my story. The reason is simple. When searching through my options of gifts, I found out that my friend reaaally enjoys slit docking. He even had four beautiful artworks to illustrate this particular encounter between two male dragons! So, what better way to reward him than take his images as an inspiration and give them a better background? *
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But you're a male!
The shimmering light trapped within the glowing crystals dimmed to a mere flicker, basking the den in rippling waves of various hues. Without magic to sustain them, the white light shattered into different shades specific to each crystal. Certain mineral formations, like the ones laden with impurities, stopped glowing altogether.
Istaryl padded over to a jagged formation embedded into the upper portion of the uneven wall of the cavern, craning his neck to stare at it. The motes of light swirling within died in front of his golden eyes, all too visible to his slit-shaped pupils.
Time was running out. He and Karyl, his best friend and a fellow outcast, had but a few more days to find and slay a cobalt rhino, a being ten times their size, with their claws and fangs alone.
Thought of duty soured his mood. The drake fell onto his haunches, scraping the ivory claws of his forepaws along the smooth, rocky floor.
Why did he even trust Karyl? His mind had wandered astray, forgetting the importance of taking the trial of joining the local drake tribe and, instead, focusing on pursuing one of their females that recently came into her heat. Already on the cusp of adulthood, her promise of fertility had led to her own banishment. And, just like him and Karyl, she had to find a different tribe to settle in, and hunt their respective dangerous prey to prove herself worthy.
Istaryl snorted in derision at the ridiculousness of Karyl's plan. He wanted to claim her as his mate, enroll her in their small group, get her help in slaying the cobalt rhino, and then help her deal with her own required prey. Istaryl had objected, time and time again, but Karyl always taunted him with the fact that, unlike both of them, the female had already awoken the wind element specific to her tribe. With it, she could simply cut off the head of prey by compressing the air around it, and save them all the hassle--and quite possible, death.
How depressing. To rely on chance in order to secure his future. Istaryl lowered himself upon his cream colored belly, chin resting atop his forepaws, his long ears splayed over his skull. His tail swished from side to side, the blood red tail tip twitching with renewed impatience. He disliked relying on bigger and stronger Karyl, but more than that, he hated his helplessness. The intricate stripes coloring the lower portions of his orange paws and shoulders gave away his elemental heritage. Fire, a devastating element to be sure, one that, even as an adult, he lacked.
Karyl lacked his earth element too. They were both outcasts, after all, chased away by their individual tribes, tasked with a heroic feat that would welcome them into their new home. And, of all the possible beasts, it had to be a cobalt rhino, equipped with two sets of horns and sharp, onyx-colored antlers. Just the thought of it chilled Istaryl, the shudders convincing the drake to shuffle over to the pile of furs covering the middle of the cave and rest atop them with a great sigh.
Then, he waited, and waited, unable to even leave the den. If he did, another drake would claim it as their own, an even greater shame than the one already inflicted upon him.
Maybe I should hunt the beast on my own, he thought. Try and separate a calf from its mother.
No tribe mentioned the state of their required quarry. Sick, crippled, healthy, old, young, on the verge of death; it didn't matter, so long as a drake presented proof of their feat. Still, only a handful of drakes had managed to get away with an easy kill, and even fewer had succeeded to slay a calf. Knowing cobalt rhinos, Istaryl had a bigger chance with a bull than face an enraged mother.
The pitter patter of claws alerted him, drawing him from his musings.
Karyl.
Istaryl could smell female heat on him, raw yet savory. It wafted through the chamber long before flickering light fell over Karyl, revealing his long, sinuous body.
Istaryl pushed himself halfway to his feet, ready to greet him...
Then fell back onto his stomach when he noticed Karyl's erection dangling between his haunches and the morose look plastered upon his face. His ears drooped over his horns, his shoulders sagged, and his tail was still, just like his gaze.
"Have you...?" Istaryl asked, a shudder crawling along his spine and tail.
"No," Karyl said plainly, his deeper voice rumbling through the cave.
"But you have found her. You have spent time together with her. That's all that matters."
Istaryl's ears stood erect, excitement welling within him. The dragoness might have rejected Karyl's attempts on their first day, but they had hunted together, and she appreciated him enough to frolic with him and impregnate Karyl's fluffy, blue-grey hide with her scent.
It began playing with Istaryl's mind as well; that spicy tang with its sweet, alluring touch, tugging at his instincts. No wonder why Karyl remained hard on the way back. Armed with renewed confidence that Karyl had at least met the female, Istaryl's frame relaxed, the drake inviting him over to the furred bed with a flicking paw.
"You need a hefty tongue bath unless you want our den to reek of her heat."
"Her heat," Karyl repeated, still standing at the entrance to their sleeping chamber. "That is what I found, dribbling over the bark of trees and dangling from the leaves of bushes. One whiff, and I couldn't go on. I just...it was too much."
Istaryl cocked his head, disbelief washing over him. Was this really Karyl? His friend had never admitted defeat so easily, much less give him the truthful version of the story without wrapping up in his usual cynical remarks.
The orange drake noticed why. Having been hard for so long already, Karyl's red, smooth, tapered shaft bobbed under the might of the terse throbs, his tip leaking constant droplets of aqueous, translucent precum. The lewd sight brought a fierce blush upon Istaryl's cheeks, his toes curling to grip fistful of fur as he looked at an orange crystal, suddenly embarrassed about the strange outcome of today's hunt.
"You could have at least returned with a fawn," he joked to lift the awkward silence that settled over the den.
"Have you ever hunted with an erection?" Karyl shot back.
Istaryl froze, presenting his friend with a meek smile as he tilted his muzzle downward in submission. "I...haven't."
"I did. The hunt ended before it even began. Even dying prey is more silent than me."
They both shared uneasy laughter. Yelps and growls interrupted Karyl's raucous chuckle, his haunches spreading far to the side to keep his member from swinging against them. That barely helped, his length now slapping at his belly, forcing the poor drake to splay onto his side and safeguard his erection between his forepaws.
"I should...leave," Istaryl murmured.
Without even waiting for an answer, he got up and strolled towards the exit of the cave, his ear tips and cheeks afire.
Karyl's tail swung in front of Istaryl to block his path. "There's no need for you to leave."
Istaryl tried to meander around the tail, but Karyl blocked him at every turn, and when Istaryl tried to jump over it, the muscular appendage coiled around his own tail, pulling him back.
"I have to leave," the orange drake growled. "How are you supposed to...do what must be done with me in here?"
In one sudden yank, Karyl pulled the dragon by his tail. The orange drake toppled over, yelping from the shock of crashing onto the ground, then hissing in irritation as Karyl whirled around to pin down Istaryl's shoulders with his forepaws, snout inches away from his.
"I need you to stay for what I have in mind, Istaryl."
"I'm...not so sure about this..." Istaryl murmured, panic slithering through his frame. Karyl had never been so intense. The way his eyes bore into his intimidated Istaryl, and at the same time, that exquisite color, that of old gold, fascinated him.
Karyl stood only inches from him, his body towering above Istaryl, their tails still entangled into one another. Unlike him, Karyl was a furred drake, with a lush, beautiful mane running down to the middle of his back, the stripes on his back and paws only adding to his allure. His twin horns curved forward, giving him a regal look compared to Istaryl's plain features.
No wonder females preferred Karyl. At least some of them. The scent of heat permeating his fur hinted at his failure, yet it also emphasized what Istaryl already knew. In all things, Karyl liked to take the lead. Even in futile endeavors.
Karyl decided to end the silence with a lick over Istaryl's muzzle. The orange drake's ears perked in surprise. He tried to object, but Karyl's tongue kept his lips sealed. To make it worse, that damned slick thing darted out of Karyl's maw with such speed Istaryl could only squirm, mewl and kick at Karyl, hoping to dislodge him and put an end to his premature affection.
As if! Karyl positioned his hindquarters in such way that Istaryl's hind legs fell on either side of him, his bulk too big for Istaryl to shift his hind paws under his belly and shove Karyl off with a well placed kick. At the same time, Karyl's claws dug into Istaryl's shoulders, urging him to cease his fight and growl at him instead.
"Karyl, this...this isn't you. Why are you--"
Karyl didn't respond. He continued licking Istaryl, nibbling on his neck softly, almost teasingly, the brief touch of fangs upon his vulnerable hide shooting a fiery jolt through Istaryl. His limbs turned flaccid, his frame relaxed, and his neck sprawled on the side, Karyl's tongue strokes much too warm, slick and pleasant.
The heat. It was the female's heat, meddling with Karyl's mind.
Istaryl clung onto that thought, the explanation sufficient for the drake to piece things up together. He hadn't received a tongue bath in a too long while, and Karyl, feeling overly affectionate, decided to indulge him in one.
The drake's tongue was smooth, a strip of silk gliding over his stomach, up a foreleg, between the toes of a forepaw. Istaryl flicked it, the wet tongue tickling his smooth pads, forcing Karyl to switch to the other areas of Istaryl's exposed body, like his chin.
Istaryl didn't like that either. He squeaked and squirmed, his neck a far too intimate area for Karyl to kiss in such lewd way.
Karyl rumbled in amusement, guiding his muzzle to Istaryl's belly, basking the orange drake in warm affection delivered through slow, broad, meticulous tongue strokes. For a moment, Istaryl simply relaxed, sucking in a shuddering breath and closing his eyes. It felt so good to be thoroughly groomed, the suddenness of it quite thrilling.
His bliss came to an abrupt end when Karyl's tongue reached his dainty slit. Istaryl shivered to awareness, tilting his neck forward to watch Karyl lap greedily at his vent. When did he reach all the way down there? Why were his forepaws no longer holding his shoulders still?
Istaryl planted two shaky forepaws onto the ground, pushing his front half up, then hesitating when Karyl's tongue slithered through his muscular entrance, dipping into his private sanctuary. Istaryl pulled his lips into a shaky, unsteady snarl, the foreign sensation taking him aback. A foreign touch down there felt better than his grooming tongue ever did, and Istaryl's member stirred within its confines, much to the drake's horror.
"Karyl, you have to stop. I'm clean. All clean. Stop...stop licking me down there!"
Karyl snorted lustfully, pushing his snout against Istaryl's slit and brushing his tongue past his clamping walls, sliding his tongue halfway into Istaryl. The orange drake's eyes bulged in their sockets, his claws scraping at the floor, tongue lolling to the side of his maw. Spikes of pleasure washed over him, paralyzing him due to their sheer intensity. Rather than stop, Karyl threw him a smug look that said, "I know what I'm doing" and continued his lewd ministrations until Istaryl's half erect tip pushed his tongue out of his privates.
That got Karyl's attention, who retreated a few inches away from Istaryl's belly, panting.
"I have a craving, Istaryl. One that has consumed me for far too long."
Istaryl cocked his head, his claims too ridiculous to take them seriously. "Yeah, right. Everybody in your position would say that, after wearing a female's heat for the better part of the day."
"The heat has nothing to do with it," Karyl explained calmly. "If anything, chasing that female only proved to me what I had known for far too long. That you're the mate I deserve, and I'm the mate you deserve."
Mate...what? Istaryl gave off a nervous chuckle. "We're males. Both of us."
Karyl nuzzled Istaryl's slit, making him wince in the process. "I see no member. Only a slit, waiting to be filled. Let's give it a try."
Istaryl's stomach sank. His heart skipped a beat, and his ears shot upwards, erect, just like Karyl's member. "You want to try what?!"
"To mate with you," Karyl said, his voice smooth, his features stern.
"But you're a male! And I'm a male! There's no such thing as two males...what you suggest is impossible!"
Karyl's eyes twinkled with sudden confidence. His forepaws settled upon Istaryl's haunches, parting them to make room for his muzzle. Before Istaryl could object, Karyl began lapping at his slit with renewed vigor, the hungry slurps fast and greedy.
The toes of Istaryl's hind paws curled inwards, while the claws of his fores scraped at the rocky floor every time Karyl's tongue flicked over his crevice. Istaryl expected it to push into his gender at any given moment, just like before. He even scrunched his eyes shut, holding his breath in anticipation.
"I'm...still not sure about this," Istaryl half said, half whimpered.
The tongue strokes ceased.
Istaryl cracked an eye open to find out why...
And loosened a feeble roar as Karyl pounced upon him, like a predator tackling his prey. His forelegs wove around his back, hugging him, while one of his hind paws latched onto his right thigh to hold it into place and keep Istaryl properly immobilized.
"Grarrr!" The orange drake made his displeasure known, his growl more of a purr than anything, his voice far too feeble to be taken seriously. Karyl's chin settled onto his shoulder, the fluff of his mane flowing over Istaryl like a protective blanket. Trapped within the embrace of his best friend, Istaryl felt strangely giddy, afraid and nervous at the same time.
It didn't stop there. Karyl's back arched, his hips shoving forward, the tip of his tightness prodding at Istaryl's entrance. It all felt surreal for the orange drake, to have his friend's member brush against his sex, sliding up and down, left and right, smearing pre over his entrance to make the experience more bearable.
Even so, rampant emotions still flowed through Istaryl, keeping his body tense, and much too stiff to take joy into Karyl's ministrations. He should have been more firm, to stand his ground, to keep Karyl from...from...
Istaryl didn't want to think of it. He simply treated it like a hug, and Karyl's member like his tongue. After all, it didn't pierce him yet; all it did was caress his crevice, summoning pleasant tingles that washed over his lower belly. And, Karyl's tongue had already felt so good inside him! Maybe his member would, too. Maybe it wouldn't hurt, like Istaryl initially assumed, and, after the act, his best friend would be ever grateful to Istaryl for allowing him to find relief inside his slit. He had been hard for so long already, teetering on the brink of climax...
Istaryl clung to those particular thoughts, the hold of his friend tight and reassuring. Although he trembled like a leaf and his heart thundered in his chest, Istaryl didn't shove Karyl off him. He could have, but the spurts of pre pattering his slit tickled in a very pleasant way, and the way his tip fondled his cleft made Istaryl's limbs tighten from the rush of delight filling his frame.
Karyl knew he was ready and, in one slow push, buried his tightness all the way inside Istaryl.
The orange drake's jaw drooped, his face a mask of pure bliss. Karyl's tapered length glided effortlessly through his quivering muscles, its smooth texture stimulating him better than anything ever did. It felt foreign, almost invasive, for another member to poke at the one nestled within Istaryl's depths, but the raw pleasure flooding his senses begged to differ.
Istaryl began to pant, his eyes losing their focus, closing halfway as Karyl pushed in deeper. His girth slid on top of Istaryl's flaccid one, squeezing its way past it, stretching Istaryl to his limits. Every muscle in his frame shook and quivered from the deep penetration, the walls of his slit clamping down upon Karyl, spitting him out along with a spurt of precum from Istaryl.
Its fiery tingle dispersed through his limp meat, stirring it to life for a brief moment. It tightened just enough to gush out a few more droplets of precum, the feeling of it so foreign and blissful at the same time. Before this very moment, Istaryl considered it impossible for a male to leak pre without being stone-hard, but his flaccid member begged to differ.
Rather than let him relish this exquisite moment, Karyl plunged his thick rod back in, his stomach pressing hard against Istaryl, the claws of the paw gripping his haunch digging into his hide. He should have cried out in pain, but instead, Istaryl squeaked his delight in short, ragged bursts, each thrust feeling better than the last.
Istaryl's tail sought Karyl's, coiling around it, squeezing him with all his might. One of his forepaws remained on the ground to provide stability, while the other wound around Karyl's flank, settling onto his back. Istaryl held onto Karyl with the same strength Karyl squeezed his frame, the drake lost in the deep pleasure brought by his increasingly harder and faster thrusts.
Istaryl's insides became a quaking mess. No matter how hard he squeezed and pushed, Karyl's tightness returned to grace his depths, snaking its way past Istaryl's dormant member, shoving it rudely to the side to lodge himself all the way in.
This time, he didn't pull out. Karyl remained there, within the snug embrace of a male's slit, his mane bristling, and his limbs scratching at the floor for purchase. The throbs wracking his length heralded his climax, but they failed to prepare Istaryl for the torrent of scalding seed that erupted within him.
Both of the drakes roared in unison, Istaryl's feeble cry flowing into Karyl's deeper voice. With his male cavity stuffed to the brim with overwhelming amounts of seed, Istaryl found himself squirming into Karyl's embrace, all that sticky heat bringing him dangerously close to his climax. Try as he might to push the budding pressure back, Istaryl couldn't and, in quick, abrupt spurts, he unloaded his seed as well, his member hardening halfway to facilitate the hearty spurts.
That took Karyl aback as well, who disentangled himself from Istaryl right away to stare at the rapidly growing member sneaking out of its scabbard. A thick, ivory coat of combined dragon seed clung to Istaryl's erection, more of it gushing out with each shudder of his inner walls.
"D--d--don't look," Istaryl begged, splaying his ears over the back of his skull and covering his face with a forepaw.
Karyl didn't look. He settled beside Istaryl, resting his chin onto his chest to lick idly at his neck, a purr of contentment vibrating within his throat.
***THE END***
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