Coming of Age Ceremony
A pair of young men, soon to be Bonded Partners finally seal the deal with both their fathers' blessings.
Of course, they gotta be shown what they should expect of each other and what better way than a live demonstration and 'practical lesson'? ;3
This is a world that I've worked on a long time ago, but only recently did I gather enough inspiration to write a story for/in.
And, to be honest, for a first story, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out~
In the far northern regions sat an all-male village called Grimnir that was a floating archipelago of smaller islands covered in snow and northern flora, forming a circle around the biggest mountain in the far north. The bigger island being where the chief’s house and grand hall were located.
In there, the chief and the other heads of the village gathered together to talk about an important matter. The chief himself was this old man with mountains of muscles that were mapped by veins popping all over his body, his harness barely keeping his thick pecs in check while his nipples were in a constant state of perked.
“As we all know, we have many promising young men reaching ‘that age’, more than we usually have.” The chief explained as he looked at the other men gathered.
“The same could be said about the dragons. They also have as many of their young ready to find companions.” The chief’s aid, a thick and portly man with a musclegut and a large beard, added as he stroked his beard.
“Indeed. So I suggest we make it into something big and more worthy of the occasion.” The chief put his suggestion down with a small smile.
“A festival. Is that what you’re suggesting?” The village’s shaman asked, lifting the front bangs of his hair to get a good look at the chief.
“A ceremony more like. But yes.”
“The dragon’s leader wouldn’t like that.” The head warrior of the village, a large man with mountains of muscles of his own, only his were more solid and stronger looking.
“No worries there. I have already spoken to him and he will entertain the idea as a trial of sorts.”
“If the dragons are fine with it, then there is nothing stopping us.” The chief’s aid spoke up once again, this time with a wide smile. “Let’s make this a big ceremony that will even amaze that stone-faced lizard!” That got a cheer of agreement and excitement from the others.
Preparations were to instantly begin.
Tonar, one of Grimnir’s strongest warriors, was just coming home from a hunt with the others and was informed of this ‘festival’, so he had to rush home to give his son the news as well. “Ingar! Are you here?” No reply, but saw his son’s naked form sprawled on the bed in his room, face down. “Ugh, one would think I raised a damn sloth.”
Tonar stomped over toward his son, giving the young man a look over, almost admiring Ingar. For being only 18 years of age, Ingar had quite the impressively muscular body, thick legs, solid back, strong arms, and an athletic, bubble-booty that would please any man. His long, dark brown hair tied back into a long braid, while light spatters of hair covered the young man’s upper back, forearms, legs, thighs, and his ass crack.
Tonar himself, being the strongest warrior, of course had a much stronger and more muscular build than his son, especially since he grew up in an era where violence and strength were crucial survival tactics. His dark orange hair mostly shaved into a short, mohawk-like mane, with runes tattooed on either side, while his thick and short beard was peppered with grey hairs.
“Ingar! Wake up already!” With a solid hand, Tonar SMACKED his son’s exposed rear, electing a surprised cry from the young man as he literally jumped out of bed and onto the floor.
“By the gods! That hurt, you old tyrant!” Ingar growled and hissed as he rubbed his assaulted ass cheek. “What possessed you to wake me up like this!?”
“Something big is happening in the village soon, so you need to be prepared.”
“What!? Are we under attack!?” Ingar instantly woke up after that, quickly grabbed his two, self-made hatchets from under his pillow.
“No, no! The village is holding a festival.”
Ingar’s whole body slumped as he gave his father a deadpan look. “Really? You smacked my bum red just to tell me there is a village wide party?”
“Not any party. A coming of age ceremony, believe it or not.” Tonar explained as he tried to calm his son down, his eyes lingering a bit too long on the young man’s long and thick manhood that hung low to his knees, not to mention those heavy balls that hung just as heavily and low.
“Really? I mean, coming of age is a pretty big thing in our village, but we don’t usually make this big of a deal out of it.”
“Indeed. But it appears that our dragon friends are getting involved.” Tonar smiled as he saw the realization and the beaming smile growing on his son’s face. “Yes, you and Gilmus can truly be together after this.”
“YES!!! Finally!” Ingar jumped and danced out of joy at the news.
The dragons who protect these islands and the mountain they surround played a big role in the prosperity of the village. Living side by side with the people of Grimnir, their enemies never dared come close to the village, especially during their darkest and most trying era.
And they have been a big, tight-knit family ever since.
In Ingar’s case, he met the son of Tonar’s dragon partner when they were just children, basically growing up together and their feelings for each other grew deeper as the years went by. But their relationship wouldn’t be acknowledged until both became of the appropriate age, and this festival will not only make it official, but it will even solidify their relationship by making it part of something big.
“Will they be here soon?” Ingar asked in excitement, his eyes almost sparkling.
“Indeed. We have to get you two prepared, so Berius went to get his son.” Tonar turned to leave his son’s room, but turned his head back. “So you better get dressed by then. We might all be familiar with each other’s bodies, but that doesn’t mean we can act like pigs around each other.”
“Yes, yes, whatever.” Ingar grumbled with an eyeroll as he put his hatchets down and began looking for something to wear. Then a wide smile spread on his head as he remembered that he had the perfect outfit.
About an hour later, two big figures landed in the fenced yard behind Tonar’s and Ingar’s house, the older man dressed in a furred kilt while going completely topless, showing off his muscular build and tattooed body.
“Greetings, dear friend.” The large, crimson-red and black dragon with big and sturdy-looking, black horns, greeted as he and his son landed on the soft grass. “Your village never fails to catch the attention of our leader. But you’re really outdoing yourselves this time.” His son, Glimus stood beside him, the younger dragon’s scales being a slightly lighter shade and horns being a bit more straight than curled like his father’s.
As he spoke, Berius and Gilmus began shifting their bodies, shrinking in size to more humanoid sizes while changing their bodies to be more anthropomorphic, standing on their hind legs as their front ones turned into strong arms and hands. Both of them were dressed in leather harnesses and furry kilts, with Berius’ being longer than his son’s.
“Where is your son, by the way?” Berius asked as he looked around.
“He should be out here by now.”
“I’m here! Sorry I took some time.” Ingar finally stepped out of the backdoor of the house and into the yard. Dressed in a leather harness that made a cross over his chest, the center having a faintly glowing green gem embedded into it, while below he wore an extremely short kilt made of thick fabric and leather, so short that one could easily see his cock head and balls without having to bend down. “So? How do I look?” He asked with a suggestive smile, doing a small twirl, the back easily showing the bottom half of his ass for all to see.
“Oh… oh wow…” Glimus gasped as he saw his lover dressed like that, even through his bright red scales, his blush was quite evident.
Berius smiled as he leaned down to whisper to his son. “Isn’t that the gem you gave to him as a birthday present last year?” Glimus just nodded, not really trusting his voice. “Good choice of partners, son. This one’s definitely a keeper~” Then straightened himself up and addressed everyone. “How about we take these discussions inside? This afternoon feels a bit too chilly, and us fire dragons don’t work well in the cold.”
The group huddled around the firepit inside the big hut, enjoying some warm drinks, hot and freshly cooked meat, and most of all, each other’s company. Berius sat leaning back in a way that lifted his kilt a bit, shamelessly showing off that he was wearing nothing underneath it, giving everyone a glance of his big cock and full, melon-sized balls.
“Really? Is that what’s going to happen at the festival?” Tonar asked in both shock and intrigue at what he was just told.
“I thought your chief might have informed you already?” Berius took a big gulp of his ale, plenty of it spilling down the sides of his mouth before trailing down his neck, thick pecs, and across his solid abs. “But yes, if we are doing this ‘festival’ of yours, we’ll be doing our own thing as well.”
“Hel yeah!” Ingar cheered loudly. “I don’t mind an audience. Especially if it means they can witness our love for each other.” He said as he nuzzled against Glimus’ neck, laying back against his dragonic lover’s solid chest and firm body.
“It’s… gonna be an experience, for sure, hehe…” Glimus’ face was almost glowing at this point from blushing so heavily, just imagining ‘showing his love’ to Ingar in front of such a wide audience that included friends and family from both mortals and dragons.
“You act all bashful and embarrassed love, but I can feel how excited you are~” Ingar shamelessly reach behind him and under Glimus’ kilt to grab onto the dragon’s solid cock. “Gods, how I missed this thing~” He breathed out huskily as he began stroking his lover’s cock, enjoying how solid and warm it felt in his hand.
“I-Ingar… our fathers are right there.” Glimus whispered to his lover, but he was enjoying the human’s touch quite a bit as well, his cock throbbing in appreciation for the attention.
“Oh, calm down, son.” Berius said with a chuckle, leaning against Tonar and reached one arm under his partner’s arm to grab at the human’s pec firmly. “It’s nothing uncommon or something to be ashamed of. All dragons and their rider partners do it, it’s how they keep their bonds firm and strong. Isn’t that right, my dear partner~?” Then leaned down to playfully nibble on Tonar’s neck and shoulders.
“Really? Is it normal for a dragon to swoop down and rut a mortal for hours on end like a cheap toy?” Tonar asked in a playful tone as he poked at his partner’s chest.
Now it was Berius’ turn to blush. “It was mating season. Besides, it’s not my fault.” He leaned down, pressing his snout against Tonar’s nose while poking his chest back with a claw. “You were dressed in that tiny kilt and kept bending over, knowing I was there and watching. You were asking to be bred like a sow in heat!”
“Perhaps, and I wouldn’t change any of that for anything~” Tonar pressed his lips against Berius’ own, their tongues slipping out and caressing each other quite lovingly, even when the dragon pushed his human partner against the ground, one hand roughly rubbing and caressing Tonar’s pecs and abdominals, while the other kept the man’s head in place.
“Come on, love! Can’t let the oldies beat us!” Ingar basically pounced on his own dragon lover, earning a surprised yelp from Glimus as he tore the dragon’s harness and kilt right off.
The house was soon filled with the sounds of shameless, steaming hot, hard sex, the windows quickly fogging up from all the heat the four bodies produced, preventing the outside world from peaking into their lovemaking activities.
A few days later and it was finally the day of the festival. The center of the village was decorated with all kinds of colorful and pretty flowers and lights as the ceremony started early in the evening. In the center there was a wide platform that was built with a sturdy fencing all around it, almost looked like an arena of sorts, the floors made of smoothed oak and covered in soft and plush carpeting that felt very pleasant on the skin.
“Phew… man, I’m so nervous…” Glimus said as he saw everyone gathered that night, dressed in nothing but a crown made of beautiful metal and flowers.
“Don’t be, love. It’s our night!” Ingar assured his future partner with a small kiss, dressed with a similar, but smaller crown, and a collar made of the same metal, albeit a bit too big as it hung a bit loosely around his neck. “Besides, we aren’t the only ones.”
Just then, a couple of their friends made their way over. “Ingar! Glimus!” The slim and lanky young man with thick glasses waved to the duo as he and his own future partner came over. “Man, this festival turned out into a pretty big thing, huh?”
“This whole thing is good and all, but when can we eat?” Asked a portly and bulky dragon impatiently, his brown scales making it almost hard to see him at night, if it wasn’t for all the lanterns and lighting.
“Brum! You already ate two minutes ago!” His nerdy partner reprimanded as he patted the dragon’s belly.
“Come on, Sam, you know I’m always hungry! This body doesn’t fuel itself, you know!” The portly dragon said as he lifted his belly before letting flop and bounce a couple of times, smiling proudly at it.
“You have a problem, dear.” The human said as he kissed his partner on the cheek. Samnus, or Sam to most, and Brum were also childhood friends and lovers like Ingar and Glimus. Sam himself was a genius when it comes to gadgets and strange devices, as well as the only human in the village who knows how to read and speak dragonic, albeit just basic stuff and simple greetings, for now.
With the men and dragons gathered around, seated around the place like stadium seats, the chief walked up on the platform, dressed in his ceremonial garb, and addressed his people. “My people! We are gathered tonight to witness not only the comunion between some of our young men and their new partners. We are also bearing witness to bonds that will bloom into something far greater. Tonight, our men and their dragons will fly through the clouds of love and passion, and tomorrow, they shall soar through the skies of Dracos as one entity. So let us witness their love for each other as our fathers before us witnessed ours.”
With that, he stepped off the platform to let the young men of the village and their dragon partners on, the cheering and hollering of the crowd was a bit overwhelming for Glimus, but Ingar was there to keep him steady. “Let's give them a proper show, my love~” He pressed his lips against his lover’s and everything melted out of Glimus’ mind.
Soon enough, the stage felt like a slowly heating oven as the many bodies meshed and rolled together on it. Glimus laid back on the ground while Ingar worshiped his dragon’s manhood, peppering the length of it with lots of kisses and licks along the length from base to tip then back again, paying plenty of attention to those full and twitching balls of the dragon’s.
“Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! Claim it! Claim my ass and body!” One of the participating humans yelled out in a demanding voice. It was the head warrior’s son, a very bulky human with slightly dark skin and a sturdy body, with his dragon partner, a very big and very muscular black dragon covered in scars over his chest and back. He was riding that huge cock like it was nothing, even making a show of it as he raised his arms and gave them a flex, then placed them behind his head, bouncing his pecs for all to see. “Show me that you deserve this body!” His partner didn’t disappoint, almost throwing him down onto the soft carpet and started rutting him with feverish abandon, the human’s hard and solid abs stretching and bulging out with each deep thrust in.
“That Eivor always needs to do things over the top.” Ingar huffed in amusement as he straddled Glimus, taking the dragon’s cock with ease all the way down to the base, letting out a small gasp when he felt it bulging out his belly slightly. “Ooohhh, I’ll never get tired of this magnificent piece of manhood~” He then started bouncing and grinding on Glimus’ lap, the dragon resting his hands on Ingar’s thighs, rubbing and massaging them softly.
Ingar then took a page out of Eivor’s book and started showing off his body, mostly to his lover, but it doesn’t hurt to give the audience something to look at either. “By the Elders… you are so beautiful, Ingar…” Glimus huffed out, gazing lovingly up at his partner as one hand slipped up Ingar’s body, caressing his abs before groping at one pec, teasing a nipple between his index and middle fingers as he did. “Don’t think I… can last long…”
“Then I better catch up~” Ingar started bouncing himself harder on Glimus’ cock while stroking his cock in sync with his movements, his eyes glancing everywhere, noticing how everyone seemed to be reaching their limit as well. “Let’s make a big mess, love!”
“Yes! Yes, my love! I’m right there! C-CUMMING!” Glimus thrust up hard into Ingar, lifting his hips and his partner off the ground a bit as he speared every inch he had into his lover.
Suddenly, everyone heard the mighty roars of ecstasy from the dragons as their flames burst high up into the air in a beautiful show of lust and passion, while their seed burst inside their respective lovers, the humans bellies quickly growing fuller and rounder with each burst.
Plenty of a dragon’s magic also comes out with their seed, filling their human partners with immense power that they both now share. And proof their union appeared on the humans in the form of a mystical mark on their bodies. In Ingar’s case, it appeared in one of the most common places, which was his crotch, an emblem that looked like a dragon holding a pair of axes in his claws while breathing a heart-shaped flame in the center of it.
With their union complete, they are finally one. The other villagers, especially those who had dragon partners of their own, all broke out into a steamy and passionate orgy as they couldn’t hold themselves anymore, especially after witnessing something so lustful yet so beautiful.
But nothing mattered for Ingar or Glimus, they were in their own world and only each other mattered as they crossed their fingers together. “So… how many eggs do you think you put in me?” Ingar asked jokingly, both of them sharing a laugh at that.
“Just once won’t do it, love. How about we try again? The night is still young, after all~” Glimus then started thrusting up into his partner once again, resuming their lovemaking once again.
A few days later, after the ceremony, Ingar was putting the rest of his luggage on the saddle that Glimus was wearing, now in his true dragon form once again. “You know the pilgrimage thing is not necessary anymore, son.” Tonar told his son with some hope in his eyes, hope that his son would reconsider.
“I know, father. But I- we want to do it. We want to see the vast world beyond our clouds and skies.” Ingar explained, then shrugged slightly. “And who knows, we might become heroes and save the world somehow, haha.”
“I see no problem with it, Tonar.” Berius came over and stood beside his partner. “We dragons always send out our young to discover the world for themselves. Finding adventure, love, and even new places to call home.”
“I know… and I know that our sons aren’t children anymore.” Tonar sighed deeply before walking up to his son, placing firm hands on Ingar’s shoulders. “Just promise me that you will always come back to us.”
“I promise father. This is and will always be our home. The place that we were born in and the place our union was sealed.” Ingar gave his father a firm hug… then pulled away. “And you better take care of yourself too, father.”
“I promise.” Tonar smiled and gave his son a couple of encouraging pats on the arms. “Now go, your friends are waiting for you.”
Ingar nodded before hopping up on the saddle. “Come on, Glimus. Let’s fly!” Hearing his lover’s command, Glimus spread his wings, and with a powerful flap, they shot up into the sky. Both their fathers watching with some sadness but a lot of pride as their sons left the nest to find their own way in life.
In the skies above Grimnir, Ingar watched as his home was getting farther and farther away, smiling softly as he remembered the night of the ceremony. “Ingar! Glimus!” They heard Eivor calling to them as he and his partner, Vegaro, flew close beside them. And on the other side, two more pairs of friends, including Sam and Brum, came close.
“Alright everyone! It’s adventure time!” Ingar called out excitedly, earning a cheer from the humans and an excited roar from his and their dragon partners as they flew into the rising sun of dawn and towards the unknown.