A Friendly Spar
Revakulgr - Revakulgr and his longtime friend and rider are busy training in the court yard. They take the time to spar a bit which gets their blood pumping. The pair invigorated by the sparring use that energy in most pleasurable ways.
Story by Finathonfoxx
Original story here https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53973456/
[center][b]A Friendly Spar
By: Finathon
For: Revakulgr [/b][/center]
Revakulgr had lost track of how long Geoff had been his rider. Human lives were so short, over in the blink of an eye, that it was easy to lose the years as they passed. Despite this, he never forgot a rider, and in his hundreds of years in this world, he had had many. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have favorites, and there were those he still missed to this day, alongside those he would rather forget about. Geoff was definitely in his top three, and he had grown exceptionally fond of the young man. He was still young, still had so much life ahead of him, but the dragon couldn’t help but wish they had more together.
They had met when Geoff was only a child, a street urchin in the poorest part of the city who stole money for every meal to help support his family. His sister had been sick, struck with plague, and he had only lost his older sister to the same affliction the week before. His mother had started coughing, and his father spent the night praying to God for forgiveness and to spare his family from further ailment. In a way, he had already lost them all, and as one of two healthy members left, he had taken it upon himself to ensure everyone was fed. Since his father had lost his job, driven mad by grief and fear, they had no money left to buy food or supplies.
Geoff was a small child, scrawny and malnourished, and he had nimble hands that allowed him to pickpocket with ease so that he could earn enough coins to buy food from the local market. He refused to steal from the vendors, understanding the struggle that so many like his family, were going through, even at a young age. He took from those in the other districts, people he knew could spare a few pennies so that his family might eat, and he would bring home an abundance of vegetables and baked loaves. On rare occasions, he even made enough to bring back meat - a celebration in his household every time.
He knew his family was proud of him, that they appreciated everything he did to keep them alive, even though his father’s mind was rarely with them anymore. He convinced himself that his ability to provide fresh vegetables for his mother’s stew was the reason his sister ended up recovering and his mother didn’t get any sicker. His father had wept the day his daughter had felt better and was able to get out of bed, but the worry and grief had taken a toll on his body as well as his mind. The knowledge that his daughter was well and the relief that his wife was not going to suffer some gruesome end was too much for him to bear.
It was only two nights later that he passed away in his sleep, the stress too much and his body a mere husk of what it had once been. He had starved himself, deprived himself of anything but the minimum amount of water, and he had been lost for a long time. Geoff’s family told him that God had taken him to rest, that he was being rewarded for his prayers and dedication while everyone had been sick, but the little boy didn’t see it that way. He couldn’t understand why God wouldn’t let him stay, why he would punish the rest of the family by leaving them without a provider and forcing Geoff to continue stealing so they could survive.
It was only a year after he started that he was caught in the act. He had become bold, a little too cocky, and he chose to pickpocket a knight instead of a civilian. He hadn’t considered the fact that the knight was highly trained and able to sense things like this happening, and he had barely reached inside the man’s pocket before his wrist was grabbed and he was pulled up to look the knight in the eyes. Geoff scowled at him, snarling and struggling to break free, but the man had paid him no mind. Instead, he was dragged through the streets and toward the inner city - where the jail and barracks were located.
The original intention had been to lock the boy away, to punish him for his attempted theft and show him that actions had consequences. The world was harsh, and it didn’t care if you had a family to feed or money owed. If you didn’t earn your coin the proper way, the accepted way, you were nothing more than criminal scum. Black-and-white thinking was the norm in this world, and Geoff knew what was waiting for him as he was dragged away. He was barely eight, his body barely developed for a boy his age on account of his lack of food, and he had no chance of breaking free from his captor.
Revakulgr had unintentionally saved him that day. The inner city was exceptionally large due to the dragon rider stables and pens that were needed within its walls. It was about the same size as the rest of the city, which is why the settlement was known as one of the most formidable in the realm. It wasn’t just massive; it was also protected by an entire fleet of dragons - half of which were always within the walls. The dragon had recently lost his rider in battle, and even though it had been several months, he refused to take another. He spent his days outside, basking in the sun and mourning the loss of his friend.
It wasn’t unusual for dragons and their riders to have an exceptionally close bond, but there had been something about her that Revakulgr could never quite put his finger on. She was wonderful in every way - kind, caring, fearless in the face of danger. Her death had been unexpected, and they had been so confident when they charged the battlefield. He could have sworn he’d dodged the arrow in time, and he remembered the way his heart sank when he felt her go limp on his back. He replayed the moment again and again in his head every day, blaming himself for what happened and stating he would never take a rider again.
But when Geoff passed him, a scrawny child so full of rage and determination, something inside the dragon changed. He perked up, watching as the young boy was dragged past him, and he cocked his head curiously. He rose, stretching his legs and wings as he got closer to the knight and his prisoner. Sensing the dragon behind him, the knight had stopped and turned, a look of surprise on his face at seeing Revakulgr up. With the boy finally in his reach, the dragon reached down and nudged him gently with the end of his snout, a friendly greeting reserved only for those that a dragon felt they could trust.
What happened next was nothing short of chaos. Revakulgr was the best dragon in the fleet, and after months of depression, he had chosen a new rider. Generals were gathered quickly, and high-ranking officials made their way to the stables as quickly as possible to see if what they had been told was true. The dragon remembered how scared Geoff had looked, the way he didn’t understand what was happening around him, and how everyone began to pay attention to him. Any crime he was accused of committing was instantly forgotten, and he had been scooped up and taken straight to the barracks for initiation.
His training as a dragon rider began almost immediately, even though he was still a little young for the role. He started out as a squire, earning a decent wage and even being given housing that his mother and sister could join him in. His family was safe and knowing that meant that he was able to put all of his focus and effort into learning the tricks of the trade. Within a few months, he had progressed enough that he was able to start learning how to ride Revakulgr, how to bond with him, and the two began training together every day from dawn until dusk. It had been intense, but the progress was worth every second.
They had matured together over the years, the two of them forging a strong relationship that was completely unbreakable. In so many ways, they had grown because of each other, and Geoff filled out nicely as he reached adulthood. For many years, Revakulgr felt nothing more than protectiveness over his rider - the desire to care for him and serve him in battle as they helped to defend the realm and fight off those who dared declare war against them. It wasn’t until Geoff started to leave young adulthood that the dragon started to notice him in other ways, and he could see that his rider had started to do the same.
Nothing happened between them, even though the tension was becoming palpable as time went on. Geoff was much older now, more mature, and he had changed so much from the young boy Revakulgr had met all those years ago. He was advanced in battle, his swordsmanship and archery were some of the best in the army, and the bond he shared with the dragon meant they were always in synch - their minds one to the point that Geoff never needed to say what he wanted or where they were heading. It was a relationship that the other riders envied, for while they were close with their dragons, none of them had achieved the same level.
Geoff had become very popular with the other riders, and while he had always been because of his early acceptance into the training program, the love for him only increased with every battle he won. Every rider wanted advice from him, to talk about his regime, and to know how they could get closer to their dragons. He was a shy man and not one to brag, and he would always tell them he didn’t know why he was so good at fighting or why his dragon was so bonded to him. He would just say he probably got lucky, like it was some random draw when he was born. But Revakulgr knew it was because he was determined and worked hard.
The dragon had always been impressed by Geoff’s work ethic and how he never shied away from a challenge. He would train until he was on the edge of collapse, sweat dripping from his body and his limbs trembling from the exertion. All he wanted was for his mother and sister to have a good life, and when his sister finally married a good man and moved away to start a life of her own, his mother became his sole priority. Geoff had never taken a lover or considered marriage for himself. He saw himself as betrothed to the army; his service was his bride, and he always said he didn’t need anything or anyone to distract him from Revakulgr.
Recently, they were needed outside of the city a lot more. There had been uprisings on the outskirts of the kingdom and unrest from some of the villagers who felt they were not being protected from neighboring armies that pillaged their settlements and left their buildings ablaze. To help them feel safer, dragon riders had been routinely scouting the perimeter and protecting the villages from potential attacks. They had scared off quite a few raids, crushing them like ants and sending a single survivor back as a warning to the rest of the troops. It was helping the unease and upset, but it wasn’t a long-term solution.
The riders couldn’t be stretched this thin; it left the main city vulnerable, and there was only so much they could do to prevent any attacks from occurring. Something more needed to happen, and the army had started to call for treaties and truces to be made to protect them from being overworked. The troops were exhausted, and they were barely seen within the city walls. The citizens were starting to get worried and restless, afraid that their lack of protection would lead to their end. It was hard on the families as well. Many of them did not get to see their husbands and brothers for weeks at a time - something only usually expected during wartime.
Revakulgr knew they were on the brink of war, and he could tell that Geoff sensed the same. It was why they had been sparring more, practicing their moves and working together to ensure they remained at the top of their game. Regardless of where they were stationed, they would take time in the evenings and early mornings to continue their work - offering each other feedback when it was required and helping to improve stance and technique. They had been away from home for several weeks, and the dragon wondered if his rider missed the comfort of the inner city as much as he did. He would kill to have his stable and bedding back.
They were stationed outside a small village, one that had been targeted more than usual lately, and it was their job to ensure the people remained safe and that no attackers were allowed through. The pair of them had done an excellent job thus far, and whispers that the famed dragon Revakulgr was guarding this particular settlement meant that the raids had stopped completely within a few days. Despite this, they needed to ensure the people felt safe, and so they were asked to stay a few weeks longer while the citizens worked on their own military tactics and had weapons made so they would be able to defend themselves in the future.
As the sun set on another successful day and the night took over the sky, the two of them settled in their makeshift camp as they prepared to take the night watch.
“Fancy a sparring session?” Geoff asked as he warmed his hands by the fire.
“I would.” Revakulgr grinned.
“Don’t get too cocky, I might win this time.”
“If you win, I’ll eat my hat.”
“You don’t own a hat; you’re a dragon.”
“I will have you purchase one for me for the sole purpose of eating it.” Geoff snorted at the dragon’s suggestion, and the two of them laughed as they got up and prepared for their sparring session.
Each session was intense, and neither of them knew why it got so heated between them. There was something about their fake battles that set a passionate fire within them, and neither wanted to back down, so it often lasted all night. Revakulgr could tell by the way Geoff looked at him that he was extra fiery tonight, his energy levels high as he hopped from foot to foot and got ready. The dragon had no intention of going easy on him, and as the battle raged on, he noticed that his rider was concentrating a lot more than usual. It was always impressive when Geoff actually focused on their spars, and his true talents finally had a chance to shine through.
It wasn’t long before their blood got pumping, and the heat of the moment consumed them both fully. Their adrenaline was high, their hearts pounding, and the world seemed to stop completely when Revakulgr pinned Geoff down. He held his rider, back pushed into the dirt, and their eyes met. They stared at each other for the longest moment, hearts still racing and breath short as they tried to make sense of what was happening. The dragon could already see the way Geoff’s pants were tenting, his erection obvious as it tried to push through the fabric. The sight only made his own cock hard, and his rider’s eyes widened at the sight.
His hefty balls began to swell as the head of his dick broke through the large sheath that usually contained it. He watched as Geoff bit his lip, his hands moving down his body until he reached his pants. Silently, he slipped them off, freeing his boner and leaving his lower half completely bare. He knew this was the young man’s way of telling him to proceed, and the two of them rarely needed words between them. The human was so small compared to his gargantuan form, and his cock began to twitch and throb eagerly as the moment he had been hoping for was finally in front of him.
Geoff submitted himself to Revakulgr completely, allowing the dragon to be dominant as he spread his legs to let him know he was ready. It was everything he could have hoped for - the powerful man who took control of him in flight underneath him and ready to obey his every whim. He licked his lips, the cool breeze rushing past them as he slowly teased Geoff’s asshole with the head of his cock. They were out in the wilds where anyone might see them, and that only made the situation more exciting. He heard Geoff moan softly, clearly enjoying the sensation, and so he decided to push the head in and test the waters.
He heard a quick hiss, the initial pain of penetration passing quickly and turning into moans of pleasure as the dragon pushed his length in further. He could feel the walls of Geoff’s ass stretch as it tried to accommodate his girth, preparing itself for what was to come. Revakulgr let out a low growl, enjoying how tight the human was and the way the pressure felt as it clasped his shaft and refused to let go. He began to pull out and push back in slowly, allowing the man to get used to his cock as he listened to the way his breathing changed. He didn’t wait too long, and as soon as he knew Geoff was comfortable he decided to turn things up a notch.
Revakulgr began to go faster and harder, thrusting his full length inside the young man and hitting his prostate every time. He listened to the moans and groans of desire, the way they got louder with every hit, and it only made him want to pound Geoff harder. He upped the tempo, fucking him roughly and holding him in place as his whole body was shaken and pushed with each thrust. He watched as the moans turned into wordless cries; the sound lost as the intensity of the pleasure increased. Instead, Geoff reached for his cock and began to jerk himself off while he was pounded, his hand already slick with dripping precum.
He kept going, watching as the small man beneath him was completely dominated - held down by two claws as he kept pounding him harder and harder. Before long, they were both at the edge of their climax, and he could see that Geoff was finding it hard to hold back his release. They came together in an explosive release of ecstasy, and the dragon rider cried out so loudly that it shook the trees and disturbed the sleeping wildlife within them. Neither of them cared, all that mattered was this moment, and Revakulgr watched as streams of hot cum erupted from his cock and coated his hand and stomach, leaving him a sticky mess.
Geoff continued to empty himself, the thrusts against his prostate milking him dry until his balls were barren. As he admired what was happening, Revakulgr let out a passionate snarl as he filled Geoff’s ass with his seed. The caverns were filled to the brim, cum seeping out around the dragon’s shaft as he kept fucking them, ensuring each of them was thoroughly emptied before he even considered stopping. He listened to the soft moans Geoff emitted as he was filled with cum, and when Revakulgr pulled out he admired how much of it spilt to the ground and pooled around the human’s ass.
They lay together quietly for a long moment, each of them exhausted and spent after their little encounter. They were silent, admiring the night and exchanging the odd glance where they just smiled at each other - dumb grins plastered across both of their faces as they found new ways to tell the other just how much they were appreciated. If this was how things were going to be from now on, Revakulgr was very happy with that outcome. He just wished it could last forever. He deserved that, just once, just with Geoff.