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[center][b]Letting Off Some Steam

By: Finathon

For: Revakulgr [/b][/center]

There was nothing quite like stretching one's wings and watching the world below pass by. If Revakulgr could claim a favorite pastime, it would be this. There was something humbling about how small everything was beneath him and the way he could watch the world work, each person oblivious to the one miles away. It was fascinating how everyone was so isolated even when they were together; people clustered together and yet in their own bubbles. Dragons didn't have that problem; they worked differently from humans, and he supposed that was why he enjoyed watching them so much.

He took the same route almost every day, soaring high above the clouds and watching eagerly to see if there were any new developments in the world of men. It was like watching a novel play out, and even from his position, he could hear everything they said as they toiled away. He knew each of them by name, their family dynamics, and even their deepest secrets that they whispered in hopes no one would ever hear them. No one ever saw him up there - they were all too busy with their own lives to watch the clouds or try to spot a passing dragon. He was thankful for that, thankful for the fact no one had tried to shoot him down yet.

Today, he had decided on something a little different. Part of him wondered what he might miss on his usual route, but he had a sudden need for adventure and a change in his patterns. He felt as though he was becoming too predictable, and it was the perfect opportunity to see what other areas of the realm might have to offer. As he set off from his home deep within the mountains, he turned in the opposite direction of his usual path and began to scan the ground for signs of something new and exciting. The humans here weren't much different from the ones he usually saw, but they had new stories and lives to follow.

The towns and villages were very different from what he was used to; everything from the layout to the architecture was changed from the other side of the realm. He found that interesting, the way things could be so different and yet the same in many other ways. Revakulgr listened to their idle gossip and heated arguments; he heard confessions of love and the tears of broken hearts, and he felt as though he was with them on the ground. He flapped his powerful wings, hovering in the air for a moment as he listened to a man console his dying wife, whispering sweet nothings in her ear and speaking of a happier time when they first met.

Humans had such an interesting way of living, and there were times he wished he could see it up close. He continued, gliding through the clouds and overpopulated town, only stopping when he heard something that piqued his interest. Before long, he left the tall buildings and crowded streets behind and found himself traversing across fields and plains. Below him, he could hear the lowing of cattle and the clamor of sheep as they grazed on open land. The soft stomping of horse's hooves rang through his ears, and it wasn't long before he spied a large barn on the far end of the farmland.

He flew closer, circling the barn and focusing his attention on the area below. It was quite a sizeable holding with plenty of stables and a series of paddocks that surrounded the main buildings. In the distance, he could see a cottage, smoke pluming from the chimney and the faint smell of pot roast wafting through the air until it reached his sensitive nostrils. It was the middle of the day, the perfect time for stablehands to break for lunch, and he could only assume they were there, and that's why no one was on the yard. The dragon's curiosity got the better of him, and he swopped down silently until he was close to the ground.

With cautious eyes, he took a moment to scan his surroundings and ensure he was completely alone. Considering his massive size, it would be easy to spot a dragon if anyone were nearby, and once he was sure he had no company, he allowed his feet to touch the ground. The horses in the paddocks closest to the yard snorted and whinnied softly, clearly uncomfortable with the large predator's presence, but they soon calmed once they realized he meant them no harm. He tiptoed through, exploring what the stables and barns had to offer and learning a little more about what it was like to live as one of the people here.

It was as he approached the large barn that he had spied from the skies that he became a little more excited. He stepped through the large wooden doors, peering either side of him and taking note of the various stalls and hay piles that were dotted around. He could tell this was where the finest horses were kept, and the contraption in the middle of the barn soon led him to believe that this was likely home to the breeding stallions. It was quite a large stand, the body just the right size for him to grip if he wanted to, and he approached it with a newfound desire for adventure. It was clearly meant for milking horses, but surely a dragon could make use of it.

He walked up to the breeding stand and ran a clawed hand over the silicone exterior. The potential for getting caught in such a place caused butterflies to form in his stomach, and the exhilaration only added to the arousal he had no intention of repressing. He rose onto his hind legs, his hefty balls brushing against the coarse ground as he reared up and rested his plump belly on top of the stand. He kept his hips back, his large sheath slowly giving way as his cock began to stiffen slightly at the prospect of what was to come. He had been wanting to let off some steam for a while now, and this presented him with the perfect opportunity.

Revakulgr wondered if the stand would be able to hold his massive length and thick girth, and as he pushed the head of his cock inside, he could feel the fit was tight but in the most pleasurable way. He felt the materials start to press against his shaft, the silicone walls clamping down and applying just the right amount of pressure to help him get all the way there. He felt himself harden fully, his erect cock pushing itself as deep into the breeding stand as possible. The material felt soft against his dick, almost massaging it as he got comfortable and felt it stretch to accommodate his size. All he could think was that the stallions here were quite lucky.

The dragon managed to get balls deep into the stand, and he growled softly with pleasure as he felt himself hit the end. He began to pull out slowly, savoring the sensation of the walls so firmly clasped around him, and he closed his eyes as he felt pure delight ripple through him. Just before he could pull the head out, he pushed his length back in, pumping slowly yet rhythmically as he found the perfect balance. He didn't want to rush this, and as long as the stablehands were at lunch, he had all the time in the world. He maintained a steady pace, his shaft already slick with precum as he licked his lips and continued to fuck the breeding stand.

He started to pick up the pace, his hips moving faster and with more force as he pounded it harder than before. His claws dug into the material, leaving stretched slashes in their wake as he held on for dear life. The dragon's breath quickened as he moved, his wings stretching out either side of him as he found the pleasure too much to resist. Revakulgr kept going, grunting and growling with every thrust as he found himself nearing his climax. On multiple occasions, the breeding stand jolted and nearly lost its balance from the force of the dragon who was riding it. He was so close that the only option was to go faster.

Revakulgr clenched his jaw and held back an almighty roar as he came, hot jets of cum spouting from his cock and filling the stand with his seed. He thrust slower, maintaining his momentum as he emptied his balls and let load after load flood from him and into the breeding stand. He was almost surprised by how much it had the capacity to hold, and his eyes rolled back slightly as he shuddered with delight at the orgasm he was experiencing. Eventually, he could cum no more, and his cock began to soften, allowing him to slip from the stand easily as it was sheathed once more.

He looked at the stand, his cum spilling from the opening and pooling on the ground as it was filled past its capacity with his rich seed. The dragon smirked, pleased with his work, and he turned around to leave so that he could head back to the skies. As he exited the barn and took off, he could hear the stablehands leaving the cottage to head back to work - he'd been right on time leaving. He shot up towards the clouds, settling himself directly above the barn and stables so that he could wait for them to return to work. He wanted to see if they found his little gift and what they might make of it.

There was audible confusion when the stablehands returned, each of them questioning the other and asking which stallion was milked. No one had any answers, and there were remarks about how the cum looked different to what they usually found and how it was so full it had been left leaking. From his position in the clouds, the dragon felt quite proud of his work and the confusion he had caused the people on his new route. The breeding stand had been exactly what he needed to relax again, and he was feeling better than ever. As he headed back around and to his home, he determined that he would most certainly be taking that route again.