Diplomatic Manuevers
The Bonds that Tie
by Dracos Blackwing
(all chars copyright me! No stealing please! ^_^)
((This one goes on a slightly different tack than the others; I hope it goes over well.))
The dragon beat his wings powerfully, flying off towards his home, the large stallion gripped firmly in his wide paws as he flew away from the settlement where he had found it grazing in a field of tall grass. He licked his lips as he considered the meal ahead of him, and struggled with the weight of the stallion, which was some odd hybrid breed. It was the size and weight of a large Shire stallion, but with an odd, graceful build more like that of a racing horse. The combination made the horse heavy and quite muscular..., which meant a lot of good, solid meat to feast on later.
The dragon himself was nothing short of impressive, a massively built Earth dragon easily three times the size of the stallion he carried. His body was so thickly muscled as to be almost overly so, each individual muscle showing in plain detail. Over this, he sported a covering of heavy triangular scales with slightly raised surfaces and which were a soft sandstone in color, shading to amber along the sides and underbelly. His four gemlike horns were long, curving out to either side of his wide head, then back in towards his neck, giving him the appearance of having a sweptback mane of sorts. Medium length, non-retractable claws faceted like gems tipped each of his wide, long toed paws, and his tail was thick and long, tapering to a bony spear-like tip. Add to this a pair of huge, powerfully muscled wings, and it left any farmer unfortunate enough to be visited by this behemoth standing and waving after him in regret, his livestock lost.
The dragon had lived in this area for longer than the village the farm was attached to had existed, and probably longer than the river bend that had drawn people to settle there had. He remembered the river when it was straight and deep, not meandering and curved. His home was in a forest that had grown up in the same time he had; one so ancient that it had taken on a life and mind of it's own, and welcomed few other than the animals that lived there... and him of course. Flying low over the waters of the river, he glided into the forest, then followed it's now winding course up to the edge of one of the forest giants that had fallen near the rivers edge. The root ball exposed there was huge even to one such as he, and he flew in closer, then dived, dropping into a hollow under one of the massive roots sticking into the air, and gliding down a tunnel there.
This tunnel was half-natural, and half shaped by his own claws to hide his home; the fallen tree was still alive, too huge and ancient to die, and the roots provided a good hiding place for the entrance to his lair. Flying carefully, wings slightly drawn in so they slid along the walls of the tunnel, he eventually came out into a huge open cavern deep within the earth. The cavern was filled mostly with a large underground lake, fed by the river and a fast moving underground stream as well. In the very center, there stood a large, round domed structure; home to the dragon who was even now settling outside of it. As he lifted the stallion across his broad shoulders and entered the central room, he thought back on how easy it had been to capture the horse now lying on his back.
It had been so simple! He was no great stalker, so he had walked along the edge of the farmland, looking for perhaps a few stray sheep or chickens, planning to fish in the river later. To his surprise, he had found the stallion standing in a clearing, grazing lazily on the sweet grass the farmers had planted the field with for their various livestock. He had maneuvered around in front of it, amazed at the creatures total lack of attention to his approach, then simply whistled. It had looked up, and he had quickly met its gaze directly with his own. As soon as the stallion had looked up, it had been caught in the gemlike facets of his multicolored eyes, and slowly had become mesmerized. He had crooned to it gently, sneaking up to it, then with a bit of mental suggestion, sent it into the hypnotized state it was in now.
As he entered the room, carrying his prize, he looked around the room. It was one of three rooms in his lair, and the feel of familiarity made the entire place resonate with the feel of 'home' to him. The central chamber was wide and well lit with glowing mosses that shed a surprisingly bright golden light around the room. To one side was a thick leather curtain, stained with blood; the scent coming from behind it was even thicker with the smell. This was where he took his meals to prepare them before relaxing on his bed to eat. In the middle of the center room was a sprawling pile of stolen mattresses and fine furs, along with silk sheets and other finery that he found comfortable to lie on. He was hardly against some theft if he could get away with it, and his bed was finer than some half as well used, as he constantly replaced what he lost.
On the opposite side of the room from the 'kitchen' was another room, more of a deep alcove, really. It was open to the central room, and was filled with treasures of all kinds, ancient and lovingly maintained. He would often lie and gaze at his treasure, listening to the songs the fine metals sang that only dragons could hear. As he walked through the room towards his kitchen, the growing scent of blood snapped the trance the stallion was under, and he jerked awake, kicking and squirming, trying to leap from the dragons back. The dragon looked passively enough at the stallion, letting it get down and coiling his tail around its neck, dragging it closer to the room. He was already hungry, and didn't want to have to wait any longer than he had to. That all changed when the stallion screamed out, "Wait!!"
The dragon paused, looking aver at the stallion in amazement. "You speak." His voice was deep and resonant, reflecting his bond with the earth. "How interesting." He didn't pause for a second in his inexorable dragging of the horse toward the kitchen though. "Wait!" the stallion had a deep voice himself, though not the powerful bass of the dragons. "You don't understand! I'm not a horse...! Will you hold on a moment?!" Squirming violently enough to give the huge dragon pause, the stallion shook his mane violently, snorting in a combination of fear and anger. The dragon seemed to be completely disinterested at first, but it had been forever since he had spoken to anyone... Unable to resist his own curiosity, he paused. "And why should I care? You still look like one to me, and I'm hungry."
The stallion growled a bit, and to the dragon's surprise, showed sharp, pointed teeth, more suited to eating flesh than grass. His mane fluttered in the air, then shifted, changing to blue flame, even as more blue flame sprouted up from around the dinner plate sized hooves... His tail also shifted, and a darker, shadowy aspect emerged as he revealed himself as what he truly was; a nightmare. "My name is Verios, and I'm an ambassador to those people over there in that village and the surrounding area. They've been expanding out rather quickly, and instead of start up a war with a people of that number, I was trained and sent out to speak to them, to try to convince them to slow or stop their actions. If you kill me, months of effort will be lost!"
The dragon seemed unmoved. "My name is Del'partha, also known as Gemclaw among those who have met me in the past and lived to tell of it. I am unconcerned with what your purpose out here in this place is, and as far as those small beings intruding into lands not their own... well, if you are from around here as you claim then you know that the land takes care of itself in these matters. Your help is most likely unneeded." And it was true. The forest, for example, was so powerful in and of itself that it had consumed the last group of loggers who had come in search of wood for fires and building; no one else had ever come into the woods again, as it had taken a rather short view of people in general from that point on. As for how Del'partha had never met with these same nightmares, he defended the forest, which was his home and friend, and in return was protected by it. Any beasts wreathed in flames as these nightmares were were bound to be seen as hostile.
Verios snorted. "Listen to me; I know that you don't think that it's of any real importance, but we need to try to work together with these anthros and the humans who are approaching from the far southern edge of the forest, or it will go badly... We've seen it before, being driven out of our mountain homeland some time ago by their numbers." Seeing that his words were falling on deaf ears (and more to the point, feeling the tug on his leg that showed the dragon was getting hungry), he leaned back again, away from the bloody room. "Isn't there anything I can do to convince you not to do this? Perhaps we can strike some kind of bargain as well."
Del considered this for some time then said, "Well... I do tend to have little or no contact here in this place; you are only alive now because you proved to be interesting enough to distract me from my hunger. If you can continue to distract me, then I'll reconsider eating you, and perhaps work out some other arrangements with you instead." He smiled toothily at the nightmare, and the stallion knew he had no choice; either he would entertain the dragon, or end up in his belly, feeding him. "So... what can you do that could possibly distract me?" The dragon released the nightmare and walked up to him, looking down at him with an unreadable expression. Verios winced when the dragon suddenly yawned, revealing a mouth full of razor sharp teeth that looked like they could easily cut through metal, and Del laughed, choking a bit as he was caught in mid-yawn. "Do you think I would go back on my word so quickly, stallion?" He dipped his head, nosing the nightmare lightly, drawing in his scent. "I'm not so untrustworthy as all that."
Del was soon caught up in the simple act of examining the nightmare, intrigued all out of proportion with how mundane Verios seemed to him. He nosed and licked at him curiously, nipping him and following the stallion around, who danced on his huge hooves in high discomfort, not sure the dragon wasn't just playing with him before taking a bite in some favored (and painful) spot. Del'partha finally stopped his nosing, looking a bit irritated at the stallions silence and constant moving, then decided to try to soothe the nightmare before going further. Thinking for a moment, he considered what he thought of as enjoyable then recalling something that he had seen in his exploring of Verios' body, he moved in closer. Pressing in close, he nosed right up under the nightmare, forcing him to lift his foreleg and then the hind leg on his right side, and began slowly licking the stallion's sheath, working it with slow strokes of his long tongue.
Verios nearly leaped off the dragons back, eyes going wide. "Wh-what are you doing?!" He itched to jump away, feeling that long whitish-tan tongue playing over his sheath and balls dexterously, even as he began to feel a faint stirring in his loins. "Are... I'm not..." Del snorted into Verios' crotch, bathing his sheath in heated air. "Just hold still... this is something I enjoy, and it always relaxes me. You're so jumpy, I can't get a good look at you, and you've said nothing since I told you that you could live. Once you feel more relaxed, then we can talk." He continued his slow lapping along the stallion's sheath, feeling it heat and swell under his attentions. Verios was in too tight of a situation to pull away from the dragon; if he tried, he might well end up losing Del's interest, and he would die soon after. He stood as still as he could, his raised foreleg folded clumsily on Del'partha's back, and his hind leg spread out to one side, letting the dragon suck and lick at his sheath. After a few moments, he couldn't help but begin to enjoy it; the dragons tongue was huge, and stroked powerfully along his sheath and melon sized balls... He had to admit it was relaxing.
After a few moments, Verios' shaft peeked from his sheath, and Del immediately turned his attention to it. It had a new, muskier flavor to it that drew the dragon's interest immediately, and he sucked at the tip, making the nightmare's thick shaft drop fully. Del was impressed with the thick, ebony shaft sliding from the stallion's body; it was easily 3 ½ feet long, and nearly 4 inches thick, twitching as he continued to lick along it. "Mmm... I see that you are fairly well endowed for such a small creature." Verios snorted, partly in pleasure, part in insult. "I was chosen fro this mission in part because of my size... I was supposed to convey a combination of awe and intelligence, showing the people out there... uuhhh..." He shuddered as Del nibbled at the head of his shaft, and fell silent, more than willing now to let the dragon finish his 'inspection'.
Under Del's constant, half curious, half excited attention, Verios' shaft rose to full erection, throbbing powerfully. It lengthened and widened as the dragon nibbled and licked at it until it was 4 feet long and 5 inches wide. Thick, pulsing veins laced the massive length, making the wide, mushroom shaped head throb with each beat of the nightmare's heart. Combined with it's deep midnight color and the massive balls in their tight sack serving it, it made for an impressive view, and Del licked it a few more times before drawing back, smiling at the stallion. "So... are you relaxed yet?" Verios looked at the dragon in confusion, noting the simple pleasure on the dragon's face as he asked this; he truly seemed to think nothing of what he had done. "Uh... yeah... I feel a lot better, thank you. ...Tell me, Del'partha, how long have you been in these woods alone like this?"
Del's response wasn't quite what he had expected. "I'll tell you in a moment. But first, come and relax with me; I think it's time you returned the favor I've given you." Verios shied back a bit then froze as he was suddenly pinned by a suspicious expression. "But I'm not... ah... alright..." Moving slowly, he walked with the suddenly cheerful dragon to his bed, climbing carefully up into it and laying on his belly, thinking furiously. He had little time to think though, as he suddenly found himself facing the dragon's own crotch, a wide vent nearly as long as his head facing him. Del had lain down on his side, then scooted his hips over to the nightmare, spreading one leg lazily out of the way to give the stallion all the access that he wanted. He watched the expression on his 'guests' muzzle then asked, "What's the matter? Do I stink or something?" He curled down, nosing his vent, then giving it a lick; the muscled mound flexed powerfully, hinting at the weight held within, then subsided. Verios watched this with a perplexed expression then shook his head, sighing as softly as he could. "No, you're fine. Here, let me... let me get started."
Bending in, he slide his wide tongue along the dragon's vent, and received a pleased churring sound from him before he lay back and began to speak. "How long have I been in this forest alone? All my life, I suppose. I've never left it, and my mother died near here after laying my egg. I was the last you see." He squirmed a bit at the stallion's reluctant licking, though Verios was discovering that it wasn't all that bad. The fluid covering Del's vent was musky and oddly hot on his tongue, but not unpleasant. Lightly, he pressed his tongue deeper, scooping some of the thick, slick fluid out, and swallowing it with a faint grimace, then shrugging and returning to his efforts. Del rumbled happily, and arched his back up towards the attention; laying on his back while Verios attended to him, he looked like nothing more than a huge feline of some sort, even pawing slightly at the air and churring deeply.
"So..." Verios asked between slow licks, "you've never had much contact of this type with others before?" The dragon shook his head, his vent swollen tight under the stallion's tongue; it was split open in the center now, and Verios could see it pulsing harder with each beat of the dragon's heart... His shaft would soon slide out of its home, and then Verios would need to work a lot harder. "Why do you ask me this?" Del curled around suddenly, and nudged Verios' haunch, rolling him off his belly enough to return to lapping at the stallion's still stiff maleness. "It's pleasant and harmless, and it's gotten you to talk... Why does it matter?" Verios opened his muzzle to answer, but fell silent as Del'partha's shaft peeked from his vent then slowly spooled out along his belly. The stallion watched in awe as the massive organ eased out about a foot, then stopped. Just the spear shaped head and the upper length were showing, and it was already about 6 inches wide! There were a series of five 2-inch wide rings just behind the throbbing head, and every inch was lined with wide, dark amber and brown veins, like marble made flesh. The nightmare paused, staring in surprise. If this was just the tip of the thing...
Del reached one of his wide footpaws over with surprising flexibility, and pressed Verios closer. "Come now... don't stop there..." He was both smiling and panting lightly, churring deeply and unconsciously thrusting his hips, his own long tongue moving with exquisite slowness and attention over Verios' balls. The stallion drew in a deep breath, feeling a slow trickle of pre run from his cocktip, then bent in to lightly and awkwardly mouth the huge tip of Del's length, grunting a bit himself in pleasure. The dragon's shaft jerked then eased another foot out of its home, then another... and another. Verios had expected the dragon to be well endowed, but when a fifth foot of thick, pulsing dragonhood slid out into view, he had to pause, rubbing his muzzle along it to show he wasn't trying to quit on the dragon. "I'm amazed that the females in this area haven't been coming in here constantly to visit you for this kind of thing." Verios was more interested in the answer than anything else... except in the back of his mind, where he wanted to see the dragon fully out of his vent and erect. He had a feeling it would be truly awe-inspiring.
"Females? What females? There aren't any other dragons within hundreds of miles... much too far for me to fly in search of company. I'm happy here alone in any case." Del paused. "Well... I'm enjoying having someone to talk to and groom over though as well..." He closed his eyes, his shaft pushing another foot from his vent. "Umm... especially someone who is so good at it..." He rolled his hips lazily around on the mattresses, and gave Verios' own pulsing shaft another slow suckle, making the stallion tremble and whinny a bit. "Just as I thought; he's not really homosexual, just alone and untrained. He doesn't even really know or care about such things; he just likes to enjoy himself." Verios was somehow comforted by the fact that Del wasn't trying to change him or something; he himself had never been this close to any male, not even himself, preferring to let the mares take their turns at him. But he had to admit that there was something very... erotic and comfortable about doing this that he hadn't felt with a female yet. "Del'partha... I think I should tell you something that..."
Just then, the dragon tensed and pushed at Verios with his tail. "Urgh...! Alright, enough. The pain is back again..." He moved to roll back to his feet, by Verios stopped him with his forehooves along the dragon's belly. Though this didn't really mean anything to the huge creature he paused. "Do you mean you get pain when you come to this point all the time?" the nightmare asked, and lightly licked Del again, just enough to soothe the pain a bit. Del settled after a moment, and nodded. "There's some kind of... blockage or something there. When ever I overdo it, I get sharp pains." Verios tried to think of what it might be that was making the dragon feel such things then had an idea. "...Does it feel like someone is squeezing you too tightly down here, or that there's a... a tightness?" Del looked surprised, then interested. "Yes it does! Do you have an idea of what it might be?" Verios nodded, then carefully looked at the dragon's vent; there was a bulge beneath the layer of muscled scales that looked suspicious... He nosed the underside of Del's shaft, pressing his muzzle close and drawing a growl of pain from him. "Arrgg... what are you doing?!" Del snapped his tail near the stallion's head, and Verios replied, "I'm helping you out; it's going to hurt a bit at first, but soon you'll feel better than you ever have... that's if I'm right about what I think it is. I need to probe around in there just a bit... ok?"
Del glared for a long moment at the nightmare then snorted. "Ok. But if you try anything, I'll have your haunches off of your body before I die." He leaned back, but only enough to let the nightmare work. Verios nodded, meeting the dragon's eyes in what he hoped was the way he had learned as a diplomat, conveying trust, then leaned down, pressing his muzzle back to the same spot. Del snarled, but held still as the stallion's tongue slid down into his vent, touching and probing. After a long drawn out moment, Verios came back up smiling. "You're alright I think. But you're going to have to endure a bit more pain... are you willing to trust me? I know it seems risky, but you just need some pressure relieved." Del glared at him. "What do I have to do now, let you gnaw my shaft off?! It hurts enough as it is! ...And what pressure?" Verios rolled a bit more to one side, exposing his own sheath and massive balls to the dragon; his shaft was still pulsing steadily, though not as hard as before. "Look here... what do you see here that you don't on yourself? ...And when was the first time you did this to yourself? How many years had passed in your life?"
Del's scowl lost some of it's edge, then he seemed to consider. "I was... 500 years old then." Verios' jaw dropped. "How old are you?" Del looked vaguely pleased with the nightmare's reaction, and so he smiled. "I'll be 2700 this year. Why?" Verios was himself only 200 years old, and he was amazed. "How could a dragon such as this go for 2700 years without meeting even one other dragon?! Someone had to have heard of him!" In the next second, he revised that thought. "Wait... he says that he's not felt any urge to advertise his presence, and that he's ok with living alone. Plus, this forest is as nasty to other dragons as it is to everyone else but him. He could have stayed here for centuries more without meeting a single person..." Oddly enough, the feeling of sadness that flowed through him made him feel confused, and he shook his head. "Ok, forget that for the moment. Most dragons find themselves going through what you did at 100 years or younger, normally with another dragon or dragons. You never did, so you're trapped in there. You're going to have to pull your vent wide enough for the rest of your maleness to get out." He tapped his hoof on the dragon's rock hard belly scales. "I would do it, but as you can see, I'm not equipped for it."
Del'partha looked at the nightmare for a long time, before looking down at himself. The stallion did indeed have a part down there that could cause some discomfort to say the least if they were crushed in his vent... if Verios wasn't trying to get out of staying here. But even if he was, there was no way out without wings, and if the nightmare escaped... well, he was still hungry. "Very well... Let me try." The dragon carefully curled in a bit on himself, and lightly pressed the tips of his claws into the mouth of his vent. He placed them carefully, only pressing the very tips in and making sure there was no discomfort. Only then did he exert any pressure, pulling gently. His eyes closed to slits at the pain, and he growled in such a way as to make Verios tremble; if the dragon decided the pain was a ruse, he wouldn't even get a chance to run before he died. But suddenly Del's expression changed, and he tugged gently again, shivering. His vent throbbed then pulsed open a bit more and the dragon pulled harder, stretching the lips of his vent wider still.
In a sudden rush of juices, the reason for Del's pain popped out of his vent to lie on his quivering loins... two monstrously huge balls slid free wetly, each one easily 7 inches across and swelling slowly larger as they watched. Verios found himself staring again, and simply shook his head. If something that size had gotten stuck in his sheath, he would have been reduced to tears and shivers. ...And they were growing! Del slowly lay back, his expression a mask of pure, unbridled pleasure as his vent closed around the base of his shaft properly for the first time in 2200 years. His long trapped balls expanded massively, quickly passing 10 inches across and searing his mind with a overwhelming rush of hormones and pleasure... All those centuries of missed mating seasons and all those years of loneliness flooded into his mind at once, quickly propelling him to near mindless arousal. Verios stared in amazement at Del's reaction, which was more than he had expected... The dragon was completely silent, lying on his back as if in a trance, his hips jerking spasmodically.
Hoping to save himself in case Del's stunned state was being caused by pain, Verios moved to lick at the dragon's shaft, and was confronted by a problem. Del's balls had swollen to nearly 15 inches across since they had been released, then stopped, and now other changes were passing though his shaft. It had quickly begun to fill out in a way that showed its true size; most likely also for the first time in centuries. Verios was at a loss as to exactly what he was supposed to do with the thing, as it swelled out and slid up along Del's belly, throbbing furiously. A triple row of raised studs lifted from the upper surface, pulsing darkly, and the entire organ took on the color of gold, thickly veined as it swelled fully, reaching well past 6 feet before slowing. Unsure if it would even make a difference, Verios began to lick along the dragon's shaft, hoping that he would respond to the pleasure and not the pain.
Del responded well alright! He bucked his hips and then spread his thighs with a great rising groan, then the slit in his spear shaped head stretched open, the urethra pulsed and expanded, and a great gushing of pre burst from his shaft, shooting so far up along his body it drenched him from his belly up to the tip of his laid back snout. He groaned deeply in pleasure, and lightly rocked his hips. This action had an effect on Verios as well, who had climbed up on the larger dragon to try to soothe him as best he could. The sheer amount of pheromones in the air flooded the nightmare's senses, and he grew achingly stiff, whickering in confusion... This wasn't a mare, or even a lesser stallion to be shown who was boss. This was a huge dragon that at any moment could rise up and tear Verios limb from limb! But his body refused to care in the least, and the smell of Del'partha's arousal in the air took away the last of his reason. He carefully positioned himself over the dragon, and crouched his haunches, searching for the opening he knew was near where his shaft lay.
Del was in heaven; the smell, the sensations, the wild swell of hormones in his blood had him shaking all over with energy and eager arousal, and he felt the growing need to do something to satisfy that urge... Before he could think of anything to do, he felt something long and hard slide along the underside of his tail, then collide with his newly freed balls, making them tingle ecstatically. He grunted and groaned, then splayed his legs out more, too caught up in his own pleasure to really care. "What... urrrggh... are you doing down there, Verios? It feels good..." Verios lined himself up, crouching a bit lower. "It'll feel better once I... do it... right..." He thrust again, and this time his shaft pressed to the dragon's rump, just missing. "Hungh... What? What are you doing?"
Verios, too far gone now on his chosen path to quit now, tried again, lining himself up carefully. "Just... almost got it... wait..." He thrust a third time, and was rewarded with a surprised roar as his thick shaft pressed to Del's tailhole, pushing slightly into him. "Hurghh...! Verios!" The stallion ignored him, and climbed a bit more onto the dragons hips before thrusting himself in again, this time sinking almost half his length in the dragon's rear. Del'partha lay there in amazement, shuddering and twitching, unsure if he wanted to try to stop the stallion or not... The nightmare's shaft, though huge by his own people's standards, was small enough to fit with little discomfort into Del's massive hole, and yet large enough to fill it tightly enough to send rising waves of pleasure through him. The combination was enough to make Del slowly lay back, rubbing his chest scales and thrumming deeply.
Verios wasted no time in getting himself into a rhythm; his hips moved in long smooth strokes, working his wildly throbbing shaft in deeper. As he forced more and more of his length into the dragon, he lay his own belly down on top of Del's huge member, stroking himself along it and making the dragon's jaws gape in disbelief at the sensation. Verios himself was caught off guard as he drove himself to the hilt into Del's hole, only to have the massive, sloshing balls smack to his own, sending dizzying waves of pleasure through them both. As big as he was, Verios barely reached half way up Del'partha's belly, and was more or less curled around it, haunches crouched low and muscles flexing furiously as he picked up the pace...
Del helped as best he could by arching his hips, then counterthrusting with all his energy, making the two of their hips thump together again and again. Verios dipped his head to the huge pulsing golden shaft underneath him and slathered it with his tongue, more than two feet of it still sticking out in front of him... Fully erect it was more that 6 inches across and almost 7 feet long! He nuzzled as far up along the shaft as he could and licked eagerly, feeling another powerful wave of pre flood up through the monster and watching it pour from the dragon's slit like a firehose at full pressure. His own shaft copied this in a smaller scale, flooding more and more pre into the furiously hot and powerfully muscled rear of the dragon.
As they both drew nearer, Verios had to fight to pull himself from the dragon's insides... Buried 4 feet into the hot, slick tunnel, he was having to fight the greedy dragon, who had managed in his horny state to figure out how to clench his muscles quickly, and did it whenever Verios' body was most closely molded to his own, shuddering in pleasure at the deep entry. "Yes, stallion...! More... Huurgh...! MORE!!" Lifting his legs and spreading them wider, Del lowered his wide, long toed footpaws to Verios' haunches, gripping them and pulling the stallion tightly to him with each of his thrusts, his tongue lolling out at the extra depth and force this gave to each of the stallions lunges against him. Del'partha's shaft had taken up shooting almost constantly huge geysers of long backed up pre flooding out to coat his body, making his scaled form gleam.
He lapped at the sticky flow, and nuzzled the tip of his cock lightly, looking to urge it on; though he hardly had to do so. Verios could feel himself waning; he could barely feel anything but the glorious heat and tightness of the dragon, and he savagely thrust into him, knowing that his hardest thrust was nothing to the huge creature. He panted desperately, wanting to hold on, but his sweat soaked form couldn't take anymore... Throwing back his head and whinnying loudly, he came long and hard into the clenching tunnel surrounding his shaft. Del growled, then moaned in long awaited release as the stallion flooded him with pints of cum, leaving a hot, wet feeling within his body. The two of them shuddered and twitched, then slowly subsided, panting.
"Ugh... you... you have a way of showing your interest that pleases me, nightmare." Del panted with a grin on his face, looking down at the exhausted stallion and smiling. Verios looked fully embarrassed, but admitted, "I had never thought to do such a thing with one such as you, but that scent you were giving off... it made me mad with the need to..." He cut off as he saw a strange glint in his recent partner's eyes; it had a combination of some kind of distant thought combined with a more recent decision... He suddenly knew what it was, and leaped up as quickly as he could. "...Oh, no! You... you can't!" Del just grinned wider, clenching his inner muscles and stopping the stallion from escaping him; he also worked his footclaws into the stallion's rump, one of them lightly teasing his tailhole with a clawtip. "Oh? ...And why not?" "Be...Because that thing is larger than I am, that's why! You'd kill me!" Verios spluttered in disbelief at the dragon's words; did he think he would be able to make it fit somehow...?
"I think I can make it fit... it just needs a bit of close attention..." Verios' eyes bulged, but Del simply rolled on top of him, still gripping him inside and out. The dragon released the pinned stallion's haunches with his footpaws then eased the thick length in his rear out with a groan... He lightly teased himself with it, thinking of how many times he would be feeling it again in the future. "When that rush of hormones entered my body, something else entered it too..." he smirked. "Besides you that is. I gained a lot of hidden knowledge... it was released into my mind... or from within my mind. I'm not really sure. But what I do know is this; I can bond someone who I want to be my mate to me by scribing my rune on their body. Like so." And before Verios could say anything, Del'partha had lifted a claw and scratched a rune into his rump on the left. He immediately licked it to stop the slight bleeding then held Verios, looking at him to see the results.
The only thing that happened was Verios staring back at him in total, horrified disbelief. "Wha... Guh... You... Whadidyoudo...!?" The stallion squirmed, and Del was surprised; he had hoped that something more would have happened. Verios spluttered and thrashed, at a total loss for what a mess things had just become. "Del'partha... what... was that a bond for Earth dragons, or just in general? What does it do to other races?" To Verios' growing horror, Del'partha lightly tapped his chin and said, "You know...? I don't really know. I guess we'll have to find out, hmm?" and grinned. Verios shook his head as Del'partha moved his great bulk over the stallion then angled his finally fully erect shaft down, pressing the tip under the nightmare's tightly curled tail.
"Wait...! Don't... don't you want to wait to see if something happen...uurrgghh...!!" The stallion's eyes bulged as Del arched his spine, pressing the massive tip of his cock to the equine's tailhole; he tried to wriggle out from under him, but Del leaned a bit more weight on him, and he was completely pinned, pressed into the mattresses. To the nightmare's horror, the dragon kept up his pressure, and pushed tighter, slowly increasing his force... at this rate, Verios would be nothing more than a shredded and ripped corpse!
At that moment, a strange sensation passed through both of them, and they both paused as they felt some kind of link form between them; it was more than either of them had the ability to ignore, and it had an immediate reaction in both of them. Verios gasped as a crawling sensation passed down his body, and his sleekly black form slowly sprouted a layer of scales, smooth and glossy black. At the same moment, Del'partha's spine suddenly burst into flame, a cool blue line crawling down from his horns to the tip of his tail. They both froze for a long moment, blinking then Del's need for fulfillment overtook him again, and he returned to his thrusting forward.
The stallion could feel the huge spearhead sliding past his efforts to resist... he grit his teeth and tried harder, but the huge dragon was not to be denied. Inch by inch he forced the nightmare open, easing the length of his shaft into the pinned stallion, up to the first ring just behind the head of his massive shaft. Verios let out a screaming cry as the first ring slipped into him, sure he would tear, but it slid in with only slight resistance, sending wild shivers through both of them. The second brought more shivers, and the third, then Verios squirmed again, lifting his tail and letting Del explore.
The dragon wasted no time, easing himself more quickly into the stallion, thrusting nearly a foot of his marble veined, golden shaft into the nightmare and laying lightly along his back, licking his muzzle. Verios groaned at the massive intrusion, but held still, letting his new mate take him slowly, shuddering as he felt his belly swell outward from the huge poundage of cockmeat cramming into his quivering hole. Del'partha thrust until his back was arched... more than half of his length inside the squirming nightmare, then he drew back, slipping it in again with shuddering slowness, making them both shake with pleasure. "Oh gods... how could I have been missing out on this?" Del breathed, then worked his hips a bit faster, pressing more of his massive length into the quivering stallion, who had lain his head down, overwhelmed with the sensations passing through him; it felt as if his entire body was flooded with pleasure, and he could barely do more than pant and gasp. Inch by inch, foot by heavy, pulsing foot, Del'partha worked his overblown shaft into the stallion, huge gushers of pre lubing the way for him. He pumped slowly, each time drawing back as far as his hips would allow, trying to get as much out of it as he could.
Verios came several times, especially when the massive organ was completely inside of him, making him feel as if it were stroking his lungs or heart, and yet giving only mindblowing pleasure. The dragon soon picked up the pace, and Verios responded by shakily getting his hind legs under him and angling his rump up to the growling dragon. Del released Verios' upper body, and dug his claws into the mattresses, shuddering wildly as he began to thrust faster and deeper, trying to keep his rapidly pulsing length as deeply in Verios as he could. He let his tail coil under himself, teasing the already uncontrollably cumming stallion to even higher heights, Verios tossing his head and whinnying loudly every few minutes as he sprayed his seed into the sheets. Del closed his eyes and thrust faster still, pressing Verios into the bed, bouncing him underneath his heavily muscled hips. Powerful muscles rippled and flexed as he drove himself faster and harder, feeling the overwhelming pressure beginning to peak within his shuddering loins. His legs were as widespread as he could hold them and still thrust, and he shook his head each time he felt he was going to cum, not wanting this experience to end.
But end it did, and in spectacular fashion, as the dragon crammed himself to his bloated balls into the stallion, pressing him flat to the mattress, and roared loud enough to be heard back in the village on the edge of the forest as he came. There came an audible squelching sound from within the nightmare's distended belly as the long held back torrent of dragonseed blasted into him; he shuddered and twitched, then just lay still, trying to endure it. He could feel his insides swelling out more from the sheer pressure, then the hot rush of cum pressing back towards his rear. In a massive flood, gallons of dragonseed poured from his tightly clenching tailhole around the enormous length deep within him to soak his rump and the tightly pressed hips of the dragon above him, still roaring his pleasure to the ceiling. Nearly ten full minutes passed before Del began to taper off; another ten passed before his tense, trembling muscles relaxed. Ten more minutes later had him sagging to the sticky mess of the bed, and rolling to his side, holding Verios on his length as he finally stopped cumming.
For an hour, the two of them lay this way; Del didn't soften a bit, and Verios felt both drained and filled beyond the point of doing more than laying there on his side and trying to breath around the mass inside. Finally, Del eased himself free, and Verios let out a loud gasp as he inhaled more fully, shuddering. "I have never felt anything even remotely like that in the entirety of my 2700 years!" Verios nodded dumbly, still unable to speak. "Del leaned down to gently lick and groom at his new mate. "I hope that you're ready to do it all again..." Verios opened his mouth to protest, and a gush of cum poured out. His eyes went wide, and his jaws snapped shut again, then he swallowed several times. Trying again, he yelled, "If you think...!!" Del'partha laughed loudly. "I meant later!" He looked at Verios' sour expression then nuzzled him again. "Don't worry; I think we'll make good mates, don't you?" Verios looked at him and didn't blink for a long moment. "...I wonder what my wife is going to think...? ...And my children...?" It was Del's turn to look poleaxed; Verios, only wished it didn't make him feel quite so good.
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