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The vast throne room, built out of dark, menacing basalt, echoed with the hushed words from a dozen different conversations occurring simultaneously. The rustling of scaly tails and reptilian wings filled up the spacious chamber in equal amounts, bouncing off the banner-donning pillars and tapestry-adorned walls of the grandiose hall. A palpable air of anticipation hung over the heads of the four-legged attendees, and aside from a few stoic visages, most of the creatures in attendance seemed to be excited for what was about to come. Rendhal was eyeing the large crowd of dragons from the sidelines, watching the sea of long scaly necks weave about restlessly as they collectively waited for the ceremony to begin. Vyrengel dragons were known for being somewhat impatient among their scaly brethren, and over his years in their realm, Rendhal had observed it to be true. The fact that so many of them managed to stand mostly still in a somewhat coherent order was something even he hadn’t seen before. It spoke of how important an occasion the crowning of the new lord was for them. As impossible a task as it was, Rendhal tried getting a rough count on how many dragons were in attendance. There were about thirty foreign delegates from the neighboring dragon tribes standing on the opposite wall, their unique silhouettes being exceptionally easy to distinguish from one another. The rest of the grand hall was filled with Vyrengels, whose numbers ranged anywhere from two to three hundred in total, with potentially even more perched out on the balcony. It was safe to assume nearly every dragon living on the mountain was present. Rendhal eventually abandoned his foolish effort and hung his head, cracking a smile as he, too, was anticipating the ceremony quite a bit. “Someone’s happy? Already thinking about your promotion?” A familiar voice prompted Rendhal to fix his posture and return a more respectable expression on his face. “Do you think they will promote you to merely Flock captain, or do you figure they would just make you Colonel right away?” Rendhal chuckled and glanced at the amber-winged gryphon standing at his side, whose left eye was staring at him inquisitively. “You know, Vessar, I haven’t given it much thought. Logically, they should make me Flock captain, but on the other hand… Given the length and importance of the mission, I would feel a bit insulted if they didn’t at least try to offer me the position of a Colonel.” He spoke without moving his mouth too much, giving his avian companion a cheeky nudge with the side of his boot. “What about yourself? You would be entitled to rise at least to the rank of a Five Feather Lieutenant. Or that’s at least what I’ll be proposing to the board of commanders. And what about your bird prestige? Surely Queen Zhekela would recognize such lengthy diplomatic efforts from one of her kind? I could even ask the board to write her a letter if she doesn’t.” “Bird prestige, he says.” Vessar cawed, shaking his feathery head disapprovingly. “And yes… Five Feather Lieutenant seems about right. As for her highness… She might give me recognition, or she might not. You do know she is not particularly fond of dragons. But if you wish to advise the board to send her a letter, I would not oppose.” “...How long has it been now?” “Seven years. Nearly eight.” “Seven years… Gone just like that.” Rendhal muttered, shaking his head, decorated by messy, shoulder-length locks in the shade of mahogany. “Makes me envy the lifespan of you magical beings… What has been a fifth of my life is just another month in yours. Perhaps that also explains why it took all of those years to get this done. I feel like if this were done among humans, it should not have taken longer than a year.” “I’m having trouble deciphering if your words carry more regret or triumph.” Vessar clicked his shiny, dark beak. “Oh no, I don’t regret taking on this mission.” Rendhal shook his head. “I was well aware of what I was signing up for when I accepted it. I knew how important this matter was to the kingdom… And you know what the brass is like back home. None of the other officers would have been able to handle this kind of mission. Being sent into the dragon’s den, literally, for a multi-year-long assignment. Most would have probably shat themselves in the first week and flown back home immediately.” “Haha! I reckon you are very much correct in that regard. You were pretty much the only officer who even tried getting along with us… What do your colleagues call us? Beasts!” “I don’t blame them for their inhibitions… And I hope you don’t either. Although our nations have been allies for almost two decades now, you must understand that gryphons are still a very frightening existence to the average human, much like dragons are. You are bigger, stronger, and able to fly. And the fact that you’re also intelligent just adds another layer of confusion and worry on top of it all.” “Still… Only a few of the human officers of the flock have even tried to establish an understanding with most of us. Sure, they get along with us in matters that demand strict protocol, but it feels like they do not see us as allies, as equals… Unlike you.” “What can I say? Birds fascinate me.” Rendhal chuckled, patting Vessar’s feathery back. “And what about flying, fire-breathing lizards?” “They do, yes. If it talks and walks on four legs, you can bet on it.” Vessar voiced a chirp of amusement, and Rendhal chuckled. For a while, both of them gazed at the gathered crowd as well as the empty throne to their right. “What do you think? Will Kharadun make a good lord for the Vyrengel?” Vessar asked after a while. “...I would like to think so. He’s still a bit immature to truly lead, but… Perhaps with the correct guidance, he will eventually make a fine lord. But what matters most is that he has agreed to ally with our kingdom. That is really all we require from him as of now,” Rendhal replied after a long pause. “You know just as well as I do how cunning he can be if he wants to… Not to mention all that ambition he has. Does it not concern you to place all that power in the claws of someone like that?” The gryphon continued. “That… My dear bird… Is what my human colleagues call a calculated risk. I would not put it past him, and that damned ego of his to at the very least toy with the idea of discarding our discussed plans and proceeding his own way… But I have-. No, I choose to have faith in him. I have been his primary advisor for over five years now, and without my guidance, he would not have secured the council's support to be appointed as the next lord. He knows this, as little as he wants to admit it. And cunning as he may be, he is not as brazenly disrespectful as to go back on his word. I told him I would make him the next lord if he promised to ally with us, and he accepted.” “I hope you are correct… At the very least, he’s fond of you. It is actually quite the sight. To see a dragon, not to mention one of a noble lineage, treating a mere human as his equal. By my beak, Kharadun doesn’t even treat most dragons as his equals.” Vessar sighed, sweeping the bustling throne room with his gaze. “I think he’s just fascinated with me. Which I suppose is quite flattering in a way. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if he completely forgot about me once the two of us depart from our duties here. His mind is fickle like that.” “So you aren’t pursuing an ambassadorship?” “Heavens no! Even though I am sure they will try to thrust that upon me as soon as I report back. I will just decline it. I may no longer be that young, but I’m certainly not old enough to become a bureaucrat. I might think about it twice were I a few decades older.” Rendhal scoffed. “And you think Kharadun will be fine with it as well? If I recall, he has expressed some desire to keep you in his court for longer.” “He might sulk for a little while, but I’m sure he will have his claws full of duties anyhow, so it shouldn’t last for too long. After a few months, he will forget I was ever here.” “I wouldn’t count on it…” Vessar muttered, promptly perking up his head and giving Rendhal’s leg a nudge. “Here he comes.” The entire throne room quickly grew silent as three elder dragons emerged from the narrow hallway hidden in one of the grand hall’s corners. They were all clad in long, crimson robes that concealed everything beneath their necks, draping over their bodies in a menacing veil which stood out against their dark basalt surroundings. Their scaly faces were wrinkled by age, and their long ears drooped past their temples, having long ago lost the tension which younger Vyrengel dragons possessed. Somewhat miraculously, they all had both of their horns intact, which was more than a rarity among most elderly dragons in the palace. The hall full of dragons observed in silence as the trio gracefully moved across the floor. Their long robes almost made it look like they were all floating, gliding smoothly on the rugged stone tiles beneath their feet. One by one, they settled on the left side of the vacant throne, turning their heads towards the hallway from which they had entered the throne room. It was finally Kharadun’s turn to steal the spotlight. The mood of the throne room shifted palpably as a fourth dragon emerged from the tunnel. Unlike the three before him, he was young. His scales shimmered with the vibrant shade of cobalt blue, very much in contrast to the faded gray of the elders as well as their crimson cloaks. A scaly head with four outward-curving horns wobbled proudly atop a long, slender neck, being raised slightly higher than what most dragons’ postures would naturally have it. The elegant blue muzzle was slightly turned towards the roof, further accentuating the high position of the scaly beast’s head. A pair of golden eyes glimmered beneath the well-defined brow of the fire-spitting feral, peering straight ahead with a proud, slightly condescending look in them. No matter what one could say about Kharadun’s personality, his physique was undeniably stunning and undoubtedly the target of many dragons’ envy. The four reptilian feet tread the stone floor with sure, confident steps as the blue beast walked towards the throne with serpent-like elegance. The delicate pair of scaly withers danced enchantingly as he moved across the floor, each minute detail of his four-legged walk-cycle being captured in the steady movement of his legs, haunches, and tail, which all equally participated in the elegant motion of the scaly body. If one looked close enough, they could see the definitions of the dragon’s reptilian musculature being drawn on his imperceptibly smooth scales. Before reaching the throne, the blue dragon glanced in the direction of the sole human and gryphon in attendance. For a split second, Rendhal felt his gaze connecting with Kharadun’s. The moment was painfully brief, but even so, Rendhal was able to see something different in the blue dragon’s eyes. And only part of it was triumph. The silent anticipation within the large hall got nudged a bit closer to its apex once the young blue dragon reached the throne. He looked down at the worn stone seat, paused, turned around, and sat down. Not a single tail shuffled amongst the crowd, nor was a single whisper uttered. One by one, the three elder dragons stepped forward, slowly arranging themselves in front of the throne. Kharadun held his head high as they bowed to him. For a while, it appeared as if he was completely indifferent to the gesture of his elders, instead gazing out into the crowd with his usual look of assumed superiority. Soon enough, each passing second started feeling longer than the last. Rendhal subconsciously tightened his grip on the pommel of his sword as anxiety began sprouting in his chest. No matter how accomplished one was, the blue dragon was currently prancing on the line of utter disrespect by making the three elders wait as long as they did. Rendhal’s eyes met with Kahradun’s for another brief moment. The human lieutenant could have sworn he saw the dragon smile. Finally, the sapphire-scaled lord-to-be bowed his head, and the elders were able to raise theirs. “Kharadun Rexhyil… The fifth male hatchling of Lord Uenkhatal Rexhyil.” Spoke one of the elders. His voice was deep and raspy even for a dragon. “You have displayed great merit and thus earned the favor of your kin. Your efforts to protect the mountain from adversaries have earned you their trust. Your triumphs in reclaiming our ancestral lands have earned you their respect. Your endeavors to bring stability to our nation through acts of diplomacy towards our neighboring humans and their griffin allies have solidified your desire to lead within the hearts of every dragon of Vyrengel… For all that you have accomplished, the council of the learned has decided to bestow upon you the sacred duties of the Lord of Vyrengel.” The middle one of the elder dragons slowly pulled out a delicate, golden choker from underneath his robes, holding it up in his mouth, showing it off for the entire hall. “And hence we ask from you… Kharadun Rexhyil, the fifth male hatchling of Lord Uenkhatal Rexhyil… Do you accept this task and this choker as well as all the duties which they both entail? Will you wear this symbol of leadership with pride, swearing allegiance to the mountain and all of its dragons, striving to lead them to the best of your ability? Once more, Kharadun cast a look towards Rendhal. This time, his gaze lingered. A shudder of unease ran down Rendhal’s spine. His checkered doublet started feeling oddly warm, even if the throne room was cold from the mountain air. “...I do,” Kharadun spoke, not taking his eyes off Rendhal until after the elders began placing the decorative choker onto his slender neck. The sound of the old locking mechanism clicking in place echoed around the throne room as loud as a hammer striking on an anvil. “Hail, Lord Kharadun! The new flame of Vyrengel!” The elders said in unison, stepping back and bowing their heads. “Hail, Lord Kharadun! The new flame of Vyrengel!” Replied the crowd, promptly starting to slap the floor with their tails. The resulting sound was as loud as it was frightening. Rendhal kept his gaze locked onto the newly appointed, blue-scaled lord, watching as a triumphant smile slowly took over Kharadun’s muzzle. It wasn’t a smile that the man had seen before, and for some reason it made his chest stir with further unease. It was a smile that one never wanted to see on the face of someone who had just obtained as much power as Kharadun had. Smiling from ear to ear, Kharadun slowly weaved his neck from side to side as if to just feel the weight of his new collar, which symbolized his dominion over the mountain. His long, scaly ears fluttered with satisfaction as he stood up from his throne, taking a few light steps towards the crowd of his new subjects. As always, he was very precise in his approach to addressing his audience, again waiting almost a tad too long before acknowledging their presence. Nothing satisfied him more than being in the spotlight in front of others, and to his credit, he always excelled at it. He loved the attention, and the attention loved him. Kharadun abruptly opened his blue wings, successfully making most of his audience flinch with surprise. Showing one’s wings in such a manner would mostly be considered a crude taunt, but being the master showman that he was, Kharadun knew exactly how far he could go. Before any of the dragons in attendance could start furrowing their scaly brows, he folded his wings back agains his flanks. Rendhal could almost see him shuddering with satisfaction as all the eyes in the room focused solely on his blue body. “When I was but a mere hatchling, I never thought that someday the shimmering band of gold which I saw guarding the neck of my father would eventually rest underneath my chin as well. Back then, I didn’t have the desire to become like him… Nor could I believe that I could, even if I wanted to. I knew that this choker would be heavy to bear, especially after the accomplishments of my father… Yes… He left behind a big nest to keep warm after his timely and deserved departure.” Kharadun spoke, strongly projecting each word with the movements of his head and neck. “No… I had no desire to become the next lord. I thought that there were others more suitable to guard the nest, and it would serve the mountain best if I made way for them… But alas, destiny had different plans.” Kharadun paused for a long while, slowly walking back and forth in front of his kin. “The more time passed from my father’s death, the more it dawned on me how much the mountain needed me… How much I needed it. I realized that the Vyrengel deserve a devoted leader. Someone just, someone strong, and someone of great intellect, such as myself, to guide them. And that no dragon on the mountain should settle for anything less.” As Kharadun continued ramping up his bombastic speech, Rendhal couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. As young, cocky, and impatient as the blue dragon was, he did possess the most important quality of a leader. Charisma. He possessed it in heaps. “Say what you will about him in private, but you can’t deny he’s good. I hate how proficient he is with his words.” Vessar muttered, quietly enough that only Rendhal could hear. The two shared a chuckle. “It’s like I have been saying. He could get caught with his cock deep in the slit of a baron’s wife, spill his seed inside her while the baron is in the room, and still leave the chamber without a single bruise or a long-lasting grudge.” “Just goes to show you how much disproportionate merit is given to beauty and charisma.” “That’s right… Loyalty and hard work mean nothing if they are up against beauty. But that is just the way the thread of life is woven. It would be foolish to be upset about it and idiotic to try to change it.” Rendhal sighed, shifting his focus back towards the blue reptile, who received deserved roars from his excited crowd. “...And naturally, just as a strong leader knows to crush inferior foes and those showing hostility, he must also know when to forge alliances and with whom to align his nation. A simpler, more old-fashioned dragon might think diplomacy as outdated, but I… I see tremendous value and potential in it. And that is exactly why my first official act as the new Lord of Vyrengel will be to form an official alliance with the Esthar kingdom: our human neighbors to the south.” Kharadun announced, sharply turning his muzzle towards Rendhal, directing some of the attention he enjoyed towards the human. “Many of you are familiar with Lieutenant Rendhal Yarken from Esthar. Equally many are aware of his feats in the last few military campaigns in which our brave troops reclaimed our ancestral lands from the wyvern brutes of the west. His strategic insight was essential in securing victory in every single battle, and the council of elders even awarded him an honorary title for his assistance. In addition to his duties as one of the head strategists for our army, he has also had the privilege to serve me as my personal advisor, a true honor for anyone, much less for an outsider. And even as the new Lord, I am not ashamed to admit that I have grown quite fond of him and that I consider him a truly exceptional representative of his kind. Rendhal wasn’t fazed by the attention given to him. The act of standing still and staring forward while ignoring the curious gazes had been drilled into him long ago when he was still starting his career in the Estharian military. “...Hence, it brings me great pleasure to unveil this contract, which has been forged by the leaders of Esthar, and which was graciously delivered to me by the Lieutenant.” Kharadun turned his head towards the throne and beckoned a green, large-chested dragon with crude glasses to come to him from the corner of the chamber. Everyone in the throne room could see the hefty scroll hanging from his neck as he hurried next to the sapphire dragon. “This contract contains the terms of our alliance, which have been negotiated to benefit each nation equally. It has been signed by the King and the Grand Council of Esthar, and this morning it was signed by myself as well as the council of learned here in Vyrengel. Now, dear crier… If you would please read out all the terms listed in this contract, so that citizens know what has been agreed upon.” The green dragon with a hefty chest sat down on his haunches and carefully detached the thick scroll from his neck. Holding it up with both paws, he allowed the roll of parchment to unfurl itself, loudly clearing his throat before peering at the text written in ink through his glasses. “This here agreement – signed and accepted by the leaders of both nations – seeks to establish a relationship of mutual benefit and non-aggression between Vyrengel and Esthar. This agreement shall remain valid until the head of either regime passes, upon which time a new agreement shall be negotiated if necessary.” The grey dragon announced with a clear, booming voice, which echoed around the throne room “The Kingdom of Esthar hereby agrees to deliver a quarterly shipment of beef to the mountain. Agrees to allow free access for the Vyrengel dragons into the Kingdom of Esthar for the purposes of business, leisure, or hunting. Agrees to mutually contribute to the construction efforts of a shared southwestern outpost meant to defend both nations against the wyverns. Agrees to building a residency for eighty dragon troops, which are to be permanently stationed near the Kingdom’s capital, and join as a part of the Flock-unit of the Estharian army. Agrees to buy coal at a discounted rate of one gold bar per seventeen crates twice a year at negotiable amounts. Agrees to allow Vyrengel dragons to trade with the rest of the southern kingdoms without any toll cost to any goods.” The terms spawned some positive murmuring amongst the dragons. Rendhal noted that especially wealthier dragons appeared to nod their heads with most approval. “In return, the Vyrengel kingdom agrees to build and maintain two infernal forges in the vicinity of the capital of Esthar and employ a constant rotation of dragons to power and operate the forges for the purposes of manufacturing weapons and armor. Agrees to grant safe passage to all Estharians into Vyrengel for the purposes of business, leisure, or hunting. Agrees to build improved roadways on the mountain to facilitate the movement of Estharians across the region, as well as contributing to the construction of the aforementioned outpost. Agrees to deliver a bi-yearly shipment of black iron to Esthar to be used in the infernal forges. And finally, agrees to send eighty dragon troops to be permanently stationed in Esthar’s capital, to serve in the Flock-unit under Admiral Hasshaak.” Again, the terms seemed to be received positively. Rendhal cracked a confident smile, happy to have heard that there had been no bigger alterations to the latest proposal on the main terms of the contract. “In addition to the aforementioned terms, Lieutenant Rendhal is immediately relieved of his duties in the Estharian army, granted the honorary title of a Vyrengel dragon, as well as given the position of a count in Lord Kharadun’s court.” Rendhal almost flinched when the words reached his ears. He glanced at Vessar, who appeared equally confused, before focusing his gaze on the blue dragon, smiling in that same, bone-chilling manner that he had done when the choker had been clasped around his neck. Although Kharadun had insinuated that he would be willing to have him as an ambassador, Rendhal had never agreed on anything with the blue dragon, nor with his superiors. “What are you waiting for, crier? Please read the final item of the contract as well…” Kharadun hissed, keeping his golden eyes strictly on Rendhal. “In addition to being granted a title, Count Rendhal will subsequently be given to Lord Kharadun as… A mate for the purposes of deepening the diplomatic ties between Vyrengel and Esthar.” The entire hall became dead silent as soon as the last syllable of the crier’s speech had dissipated into nothingness. Expressions of astonishment and shock decorated the faces of every single creature in attendance. Except for one. Kharadun looked ecstatic. Like he had relished every single word of the last contract term embedded in the agreement. “...What the hell is this? What in the blazing feathers of Ashivia is this?” Vessar was the first one to speak. His feathery visage had taken on a mean frown, and he had tilted his beak towards the floor as a sign of hostility. “...Rendhal… He… Kharadun, he-” “Calm down… Let us just calm down for now…” Rendhal muttered while a million different thoughts raced through his mind. He could once again feel the entire attention of the throne room being focused on him. “I take it you wish to see the contract…? Both you and your avian companion?” Kharadun smirked, snatching the agreement from the flabbergasted crier and almost running his way over to Rendhal and Vessar. “Here. Read it.” Both the man and gryphon scanned the large piece of parchment with their eyes, finding the exact words spoken by the crier indeed written on the very bottom of the contract. Vessar folded his ears in a sign of even greater hostility and stared daggers at Kharadun, who had the biggest, shit-eating grin on his face one could imagine. “I… Didn’t agree to any of this.” Was all Rendhal could say at that moment. “That’s because you would have refused. Obviously. And I… Couldn’t allow that. This was the one item in the contract that I would not budge on, so your superiors did the smart thing of leveraging it for an additional infernal forge. To their credit, they were a bit more reluctant to let you go than I anticipated… Oh, don’t look at me like that, Vassar… Can’t a dragon exhibit some selfishness once in a while?” “You mean greed?” Vessar snapped his beak at the smirking blue beast. “I knew it… We should not have returned here… I saw how obsessed you became with Rendhal ever since it became certain you would be the next Lord. Yet I naively thought you wouldn’t take things this far…” “...So the command… Whored me out?” Rendhal asked, slowly starting to place things together in his head. “Such a crude expression… ‘Whore out’... Although I do admit it possesses adequate vulgarity to describe the situation from a certain point of view.” Kharadun muttered, nonchalantly inspecting his claws. “But please, do not be mistaken, my dear Rendhal. While a man as intelligent as you might have surmised that this act is merely an extension of my desire to possess and exert my influence, I do hold genuine affection for you. I think of you much more highly than you realize…” “And this is how you display your affection? By strongarming him into becoming your mate?” Vassar raised his voice. “You do not care for him. You have just mistaken your own greed and superiority for affection. I know you love nothing and no one but yourself.” “Such harsh words from a mere mount… Although who am I to fully deny them? What I am asking is, for sure selfish… But do you not think that the perfect me also deserved the perfect mate? A mate like Rendhal? Because I do… It would be a crime against nature itself if I let someone as exceptional as him slip through my claws without even attempting to lay my claim to him.” Kharadun continued, paying only minimal attention to the furious gryphon. “You’re insane!” Vassar cawed, looking like he was a few inches away from lunging at the blue reptile. “I would not be so hasty to pass judgment, my dear bird… After all, you and I both know I am not the only one whose heart craves for Rendhal’s presence.” Kharadun hissed, mockingly poking his snout almost onto Vessar’s beak. The gryphon’s aggression promptly turned to shock and embarrassment. “Why the shocked face? I have a more exceptional perception than you might realize. I have seen how you carry yourself around him. I have seen how you perk your ears to his every word, and how your gaze follows him around the room. I might have declared my intention to have Rendhal as my mate… But you already think of him as yours… Isn’t that right… Bird?” Vessar slowly folded his ears and took a panicked glance at Rendhal. The human lieutenant could see the usually proud gryphon slouch in submission. “And you, Vessar, should be glad that someone like me is seeking to claim our beloved human, for I do not care about the dusty concept of monogamy or blind loyalty. I do not intend to take him away from you. I do not care if he takes you as his lover and visits your nest on the occasion. I only care that I become his mate, and he becomes mine… That I am his partner. Forever.” Kharadun whispered, quickly swinging his head next to Rendhal’s. “My dear Rendhal…” He spoke softly but with clear weight, carefully inhaling the human’s scent. “You are the most exceptional creature whom I have ever met. Become mine.” Rendhal did his best to maintain a steady flow of air into his lungs while the abundant chaos in his mind slowly formed cohesive patterns and allowed him to assess the situation more clearly. Of course, he had been aware of the affections of the two ferals, at least to an extent. In the blue dragon’s case, things went way back to Rendhal’s first years of service under Kharadun. It had not been difficult to notice the abundant interest which the charismatic young dragon had taken in him from early on; interest, which had only grown the more the two had spent time together. While proud and distant at first, Kharadun had slowly begun taking Rendhal’s advice to heart more often in official affairs, and after their first two successful military campaigns together, he had started to see the human lieutenant as his equal, which, if one knew Kharadun, was almost unheard of. The proudest, cockiest dragon on the mountain suddenly regarding the words of a mere human as highly as those of an elder. For the sake of his mission, Rendhal had been happy to spend as much time with the potential new Lord of Vyrengel as he could. In fact, he found Kharadun’s company rather enjoyable. Looking past all the flaws in his personality, he was a very intelligent dragon. The two of them had often spent hours simply talking to one another in Kharadun’s chamber or wandering around the castle. It was probably just that feeling of intellectual fulfillment which Rendhal offered that had made Kharadun develop deeper emotions for him. And while Kharadun knew to display his affection in subtle, mostly innocuous ways, there had been a few instances where the dragon had even approached Rendhal physically. For Vyrengel dragons and most dragons in general, victories on the battlefield were celebrated in a very particular manner. That celebration was a heated post-battle orgy that usually went on until the evening of the same day if the situation allowed it. Rendhal had witnessed it for himself many times, and some dragons had even offered to let him partake in all the scaly carnality; an offer which Rendhal had naturally refused every time. Usually, Kharadun refrained from the celebrations as well, considering something as instinct-driven as mating to be below a distinguished dragon like himself. Over the course of some dozen battles the two had fought over the years, there had been two exceptions to this. The first time, Rendhal had found Kharadun in his tent, his reptilian jaw still dripping the blood of the wyvern he had slain as he lounged on the ground, his legs spread and a fleshy dragon stalagmite extruding from his slit. While no words were spoken, the invitation for intimacy was very much implied in Kharadun’s frenzied gaze and the seductive pose of his scaly body. Rendhal had simply excused himself from the tent, without acknowledging Kharadun’s invitation. The second time was after their biggest victory in the valley of Esshir. After the dust had settled, Kahradun had purposefully sought out Rendhal and asked him to mate with him. As hard as it was to reject a big, feral reptile still high on the adrenaline of battle, Rendhal had once again refused. Even after Kharadun had nearly pushed him down to mate with him, Rendhal had fought off the blue dragon’s advances. Back then, Rendhal had seen the frustration in the dragon’s eyes. He knew he had wounded Kharadun, wounded his pride. And even if things returned to normal in the following weeks, on some level, Rendhal always knew that a dragon as stubborn as him wouldn’t give up that easily. Kharadun was the kind of beast that, once he had his eyes on something, he would stop at nothing to get it. No matter how deceitful and ruthless the methods. That’s just how he was. But, twisted as they may have been, the sapphire dragon’s actions still ultimately stemmed from affection. The same kind of affection which Rendhal knew Vessar to harbor towards him. The two of them had known each other for as long as Rendhal had served in the Flock-unit, which was from its initial inception nearly fifteen years ago. Back then, he had been but a young sergeant in the Estharian army. Vessar had been one of the two dozen gryphon volunteers sent by the neighboring avian kingdom of Kreevale in a diplomatic arrangement very much like the one Rendhal had been crafting with Vyrengel for the past seven years. What had at first been merely a professional relationship driven by strict military protocol had, over the course of many years and shared missions, eventually grown into a stout friendship between the two. While they came from different worlds, Vessar and Rendhal were very much kindred spirits. They both valued loyalty and honor above most things, as good soldiers should, and the sharing of those two core values allowed them to develop a strong bond, one that eventually breached the depth of mere friendship. It was the kind of blind camaraderie in which either one of them would have been happy to take an enemy arrow straight to the chest in order to save the other. A bond of unyielding, mutual trust. And perhaps with time, even some affection had begun to take root as well. Despite their long and eventful journey together, Vessar had not once expressed any blatant desire to further their relationship. The proud gryphon had most likely been content to simply be with Rendhal and had never vocalized any of the deeper feelings he had harbored towards the man. Rendhal – for his own part – had been happy to do the same, even if he had a strong suspicion about what his avian partner truly thought of him. Aside from the obvious lack of physical affection, their relationship was already as close as it could be, and Kharadun had probably been right when he had said Vessar considered himself Rendhal’s mate. In fact, most of Vessar’s own kin would probably have thought the same on the account of Rendhal being allowed to ride on the gryphon’s back. It was a point of great pride for most Gryphons not to let anyone except for their sworn mate mount them, and any kind of touching on the lower or middle back was considered to be flirtatious at the very least if not outright foreplay among the half-feline birds. It was something extremely intimate. Even in their unit of nearly twenty other human-gryphon pairs, Rendhal was the only one who had the privilege of riding his partner. The other Estharian’s were usually carried by the shoulders with the use of harnesses specifically developed because most gryphons would not let a human on their back. Rendhal had not been unaware of the affections of either Vessar or Kharadun. Be that for the sake of convenience or cowardice, he had simply chosen to ignore them. Although it was true that he was quite fond of both ferals, he had never entertained the thought of being involved with either of them romantically. He had never even considered it as a possibility due to political, anatomical, and cultural reasons. But now that the two beasts’ feelings were thrust in front of his face so brazenly and publicly, he could no longer brush them off. Rendhal’s chest heaved with a few slow, deep breaths. He then raised his head and looked up at Kharadun’s gleaming eyes and deviously smiling muzzle. “And suppose I refuse?” He asked, even if he knew what the cunning reptile would reply with. “The current contract becomes void, and the negotiations will have to be started over,” Kharadun replied without missing a single beat. “Naturally, you are within your full rights to refuse. While your refusal would, of course, sadden me, it would also vastly increase my respect for you. To stand your ground even when stuck between a rock and a hard place… You must know how much that allures me.” Kharadun voiced a soft hiss and leaned his blue head closer to Rendhal. “But as indomitable as you are, I know that you are not a fool. Your Estharian comrades have already abandoned you, ‘whored you out’ like you said. If you were to return without a signed contract, I doubt your superiors would be too pleased. Knowing how fickle your king is, you might even face exile or execution. And suppose they were to let you keep your head and your house… This kind of blunder would certainly cost you your rank. A rank, which you have already lost as you have been dismissed from the Estharian service. But here, you are already a count. And if you so desire, a royal spouse as well. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain by staying here. The opposite is true if you decide to return.” Kharadun shifted his expression into a more serious one before cocking his head towards Vessar. “But rest assured, if Rendhal leaves and I come to find out that he’s nesting within the gryphon kingdom, I will waste no time in declaring war against both nations. I will see them both burnt to the ground, reduced to ashes.” He whispered before retracting his sapphire muzzle. “The choice is yours, my dear Rendhal. And the choice is logical. I have you surrounded on all fronts. Only a stubborn, foolish general would continue the battle. Surrender to me, and I promise you shall lack nothing within the bounds of my, of our mountain. Submit.” Rendhal glanced at Vessar. The gryphon’s eyes were emotionless, but the sense of defeat hung from his ears, wings, and tail heavy enough for Rendhal to see. They both knew that Rendhal had only one reply to give to the dragon. “Very well. I shall honor the terms of the agreement and accept the title granted to me as well as the position of lord Kharadun’s mate.” The crowd of dragons was unsure whether to celebrate the response or not, while Kharadun looked to be struggling not to allow himself to writhe in ecstasy. Once the blue reptile had composed himself to some degree, he turned towards the guests. “All hail Count Rendhal! The spouse to the Flame!” He roared, slamming his tail against the basalt floor like a whip. “All hail Count Rendhal! The spouse to the Flame!” Replied the crowd, although with clearly less enthusiasm than when Kharadun had been crowned. “Now then… I suppose all that is left is to make it official. To consummate our new relationship.” Kharadun growled, swiftly swinging his blue head back towards Rendhal. The experienced lieutenant instinctively tightened his grip on the pommel of his sword as he saw the big blue jaws parting in a flash. But instead of experiencing the horror of sharp reptilian teeth sinking into his flesh, which years of battling wyverns had instilled in him, Rendhal found his stubbled chin and mouth getting enveloped by Kharadun’s scaly lips. The heat of a dragon’s maw attacked his mouth viciously, seeping into his membranes and radiating all over his body as Kharadun forced a kiss of raw passion onto him. Rendhal was forced to take a step back with how fiercely the feral dragon pushed his muzzle onto his mouth, exhibiting what felt like genuine desire to devour his whole head. And as if Rendhal wasn’t already overwhelmed enough, Kharadun’s slippery, bifurcated tongue forced its way into his mouth. Describing the sensation of it writhing around in the small confines of an average human mouth, restlessly exploring each nook and cranny while slathering hot dragon saliva all over the place was way beyond the capability of the human mind. It was intense, primal, and even slightly scary. Scary, not just because it mimicked the sensation of being eaten, but also because there was enough dragon tongue present to choke a grown man. Rendhal felt Kharadun breathing in his scent, his breath, his entire being. It was rare for dragons to kiss as a form of displaying affection or otherwise. But the kiss that Rendhal received from the feral reptile was the kind that could not be interpreted as anything other than an expression of desire and lust. A kiss one would give to a lover after a long separation or following a confession. A physical outpour of affection. In a certain sense, a very human kiss. Yet very beastly and raw. It was hard not to get at least a little bit exhilarated at the receiving end of such a passionate gesture. A hoarse gasp left Rendhal’s lips whenever the blue dragon finally retracted his scaly muzzle from his face. The surroundings of his mouth, including his entire jawline, were all dripping with Kharadun’s plentiful saliva, some of which Rendhal also swallowed before taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart. Everyone within the hall appeared just as shocked as he was, observing the bizarre sight in silence while Kharadun eagerly licked his lips. “Forgive me if I was clumsy. I am still unfamiliar with this ‘kissing’ as you humans call it, but I figured I would give it a try to commemorate the occasion. I thought it would be as good a way as any to sample your taste… And having tried it, I must say that it was most pleasant. I can see why it holds such significance in human culture.” Kharadun muttered, softly smacking his lips and tongue for the lingering taste of Rhendal’s saliva on them. Breathing heavily, Rendhal wiped the sides of his mouth, trying to come to terms with the strange taste of Kharadun’s saliva in his mouth. The flavor was exotic, but there was something in it that Rendhal thought he recognized, yet he didn’t know from where. He was still befuddled that he had actually shared a kiss with a dragon, being probably the only human ever to have accomplished such a thing. If one could even call it an accomplishment. Rendhal looked up at Kharadun’s glowing, elated eyes, which observed him with a somewhat playful stare. Knowing the blue dragon, that look in his eyes spelled trouble to whoever he was watching. Rendhal’s heart kept beating restlessly, being very stubborn about subsiding in the slightest. And he soon found out why. Once most of the confusion had worn off, Rendhal realized that he was getting hard and that the fabric in the front of his trousers was tautening at an alarming speed. While it had been long since he had dealt with his own desires, Rendhal would never have taken himself as someone who would get aroused simply from a kiss, no matter how heated that kiss may have been. He knew he wasn’t like that. And yet his dick was growing harder and harder by the heartbeat. There had to be something unnatural involved with his arousal. “Did you… Was there a Meryt leaf in your mouth when you kissed me?” Rendhal eventually asked, trying to be as subtle about adjusting his pants as he could. “How perceptive. I slipped a few of them under my tongue before the ceremony.” Kharadun smirked, leaning his head closer to Rendhal’s bulging crotch. “And by the looks of it, they are working as advertised… That’s quite the lovely scent you’re giving off.” Glancing at his side, Rendhal witnessed the rare sight of a flustered gryphon as Vessar, too, stared at the increasingly phallic-shaped deformation on the man’s trousers. His avian ears had even perked up with intrigue. “I hope you can, again, forgive me. I wanted to consummate our new relationship the way all dragon mateships are forged. I’m sure you know we prefer settling most of our matters in the flesh. A little aphrodisiac should make things more enjoyable for both of us.” Rendhal sighed and started taking off his doublet, which had begun growing unbearably hot as his arousal progressed past its usual limits. Meryt leaves were an incredibly potent and incredibly expensive way to incentivize one’s lust. Rendhal wondered how Kharadun had even gotten his claws on some, as they were not something a dragon could easily acquire. But then again, this was Kharadun he was thinking of. His obsession knew no bounds. He must have found a way. “I would prefer it if you took something else off…” Kharadun hissed as Rendhal tossed his doublet aside, opening up the topmost buttons of the cotton shirt he wore underneath it while lust continued consuming his body. Attempting to ignore the rampant throbbing of his erection, Rendhal cast a defiant look at the dragon, who only seemed to revel in it. “Mhhhhh~ What a wonderful look you have in your eyes… I hope you can save some of that energy for when you ravage my vent! Ahh~ I’m getting excited just thinking about it… But before we get there, I was hoping you would allow me to sample your taste some more. Your… Real taste.” The blue dragon carefully lowered his snout next to Rendhal’s groin, inhaling the scent around the prominent bulge a few times before giving the protrusion a gentle nudge. While merely a simple touch, the aphrodisiac intensified the stimulation it produced nearly threefold, eliciting a shocked gasp from Rendhal. It felt dangerously good just getting his cock touched over his trousers. “I take it you have quite a lot of seed saved up… There aren’t exactly many opportunities for you to mate here on the mountain.” Kharadun hissed, gently licking the firm surface of Rendhal’s bulge, tracing the shape of the human cock underneath the coarse fabric. “I’ll make sure to enjoy every last drop… Merely unbuckle your belt and expose your member. The aphrodisiac must already be killing you… I read that the pleasure it induces can make some humans climax even without any direct stimulation applied to the genitals.” “Fuck… You… You really thought of everything, you fucking salamander.” Rendhal huffed past his teeth, grasping his belt while beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. “For you… Of course.” The dragon replied, continuing to lick the twitching shape of Rendhal’s masculinity. Had he not been going absolutely mad with arousal, Rendhal might have felt awkward doing what he was about to do in front of nearly three hundred dragons, some of whom were foreign nobility. But now he simply did not care. He had never wanted to fuck anything more than he wanted to fuck Kharadun’s sapphire blue snout right at that moment. That singular, throbbing desire overtook every other instinct he had in him. But in the end, Rendhal wasn’t even the one whose patience ran out first. He didn’t even manage to pull down his pants before Kharadun attacked him. As soon as the belt no longer bound his waistline, the split-ended tongue slithered over the lining of legwear and sought out Rendhal’s erection from within. The moment the desperately salivating serpent of reptilian muscle touched his manhood, Rendhal’s body was beset with intense shivers. The stimulation was so fierce that it forced him to gasp for air and seek support from Kharadun’s muzzle as the pleasure nearly swept him off his feet. Kharadun shoved his snout deep into the man’s groin, using his tongue to maneuver the desperately twitching human cock out of Rendhal’s trousers and into his muzzle. The blue dragon was so fast in sucking throbbing rod of sex past his lips that the rest of the court, perhaps aside from Vessar, could barely even catch a glimpse of Rendhal’s shaft before it had already disappeared into Kharadun’s maw. It took the shuddering lieutenant everything he had not to moan like an absolute fool as the humid pit of dragon flesh and the salivating viper within attacked his sex. Kharadun’s technique – if there even was any technique to speak of – was extremely reminiscent of his kiss from earlier. His lips and tongue moved around the shaft with what one could only describe as controlled chaos, reflective of the intensity of the dragon’s desire. After the few initial, taste-acquiring licks, the bifurcated beast within the sauna-like cavern began lashing about frantically as if uncertain which part of the human cock it should caress first. Sometimes it latched on and lingered, sliding across the whole length of the human mating instrument whilst absorbing its taste. Other times, it writhed and flicked about restlessly, providing short bursts of stimulation all over Rendhal’s genitals. The aphrodisiac augmented pleasure struck Rendhal’s pelvis like a sledgehammer, drawing his normally discipline-dampened libido out of hibernation in full force. His desire to ejaculate was rising faster than a soaring gryphon in an updraft, racing past the point of no return before he even knew it. Had his partner been anyone else but a lustful, ravenous dragon, he would have already blown his load twice. But as hard as he tried, he could not shake the uneasy feeling that he was being devoured, even though Kharadun was being extremely gentle for a beast his size. The fear of the mean, big jaws, and knowing what they were capable of prolonged the impending, intense climax at least for a few decisive heartbeats, but made the eventual payoff that much better. Rendhal came harder than he ever had in his thirty-five-year-long life when the deep growl of beastly satisfaction and its accompanying reverberations crowned what was already an orgasm-worthy sensation of a draconic blowjob. Succumbing to the frothing sea of satisfaction around his cock he leaned his palms onto the bridge of Kharadun’s muzzle and ejaculated what felt like half a tankard’s worth of cum into the blue reptile’s gullet. Kharadun promptly spread out his wings and lowered his torso, writhing ever-so-slightly as he savored the taste of Rendhal’s passion as it rained into his mouth in messy bursts. There was nothing to be done against the dragon lord’s muzzle. Although it hadn’t even been any sort of a fight, Rendhal still couldn’t help feeling like he had been defeated as he unloaded a good four months’ worth of his essence into Kharadun’s throat. The sensation of getting one’s cock caressed by the mouth of a dragon was simply unparalleled. It demanded total submission to anyone subjected to it, and even the usually disciplined human officer was no exception. And he submitted himself to it gladly. At least his body did. Still relishing the last few splashes of Rendhal’s first load, Kharadun quickly displayed that he was not satisfied with a single dose of his human lover’s passion. Without giving Rendhal a single heartbeat to recover, he latched his devious lizard tongue onto the stiff shape of the lieutenant’s manhood and resumed his sucking of the restless sexpole. Rendhal attempted to dig his fingers into the unyielding visage of the sapphire dragon, feeling how the slippery feral tongue coiled around his length and began milking it in all the exotic ways a dragon tongue could. He groaned and hastily grabbed Kharadun by the horns, subconsioucsly leaning his hips against the soft, scaly lips which caressed the hilt of his member. His desires told him to hump the dripping wet, toasty dragon muzzle, but he stubbornly denied their request even as the arousal continued to scorch his loins. Struggling to comprehend the untamed rapture ravaging his genitals, he glanced down and saw Kharadun looking at him with his golden lizard eyes. The wild gleam within both frightened and aroused him. The second blowjob from the dragon lord was just as effective as the first one and drew out Rendhal’s orgasm within thirty seconds of his first, forcing the human anatomy to capitulate in record time. Just as the first serpent of seed raced up Rendhal’s urethra, Kharadun parted his jaws, showing the whole court how his tongue was intertwined with his lover’s cock. At the last possible second, he then unfurled his taster from the shaft, giving the first few rows of reptilians a good view of what a human ejaculation looked like, and how the ample load of Rendhal’s sperm splashed onto his teeth and tongue. From what little he could read the room while cumming inside Kharadun’s gaping maw, Rendhal got the impression that most dragons in attendance were at the very least intrigued, if not even excited by the display. Rendhal shivered as soon as his second climax reached its end. His knees were just a firm nudge away from buckling, and his heartbeat mimicked the frenzied throbbing usually only induced by the heat of battle. His hands were squeezing Kharadun’s horns so hard his knuckles had turned white. The whole throneroom felt like it was spinning around him. He ended up falling to his knees when his new mate lazily wrenched his head away from his grasp, his whole sapphire body writhing in bliss. “Ahhh~! I could sample this all day~ And all night~! The taste of your lust. So exquisite. So raw… And so powerful. I’m already addicted!” Kharadun growled, stretching and weaving his scaly frame just like many of his kind did when they were happy. “And the way that your member twitched as it was expelling your passion… I had no idea the human body was filled with so much vigor. Do you know how much that kind of strong physical reaction excites a dragon?” Rendhal recognized the scent of a dragon’s arousal in the air of the throne room. And it wasn’t just Kharadun’s arousal that he could smell either. Breathing heavily, he looked down at his dragon-saliva-slickened cock, glistening with the aforementioned fluids. Merely thinking about what it had just gone through elicited a moderate sting of pleasure deep within his loins. “And now…. That I am finally fully familiar with your taste. We can proceed with the consummation.” Kharadun’s sharp claws tapped the basalt floor as he pranced a few steps away from Rendhal, eventually stopping some two dozen feet away, where he lowered his chest and curled up his tail, taking on the universal mating position of all quadrupedal creatures. And the way he did it was beyond slutty, as far as dragons were concerned. The sapphirce back with its spined ridge arched like a bow, while the large wings were spread out and lowered to the floor as a sign of full submission. The hind legs were bent at the knees, lowering the firm scaly buttocks to where a human could comfortably reach them. The tail was thrown over the lower back in a mighty curl, exposing both the blue beast’s slit and tailhole while the forelegs got spread far apart for maximum friction, meaning that the submitting dragon was expecting a rough fucking. Over the many dragon orgies he had witnessed during his time in Vyrengel, Rendhal had never seen any dragon submit so sluttily to anyone. And this was the current lord of the mountain. And he was submitting to him. “Now, my beloved Rendhal… I want you to give me what I have been longing for… What you have denied from me for so long.” Kharadun growled, twisting his neck so he could look at the flustered human lieutenant over his shoulder. The narrow tip of his blue tail slowly weaved its way onto his groin, hooking itself onto the side of Kharadun’s slit and spreading it open seductively. “You have no idea how long and how dearly I have desired this. How many frustrating nights I have endured in my chamber or in my tent, fantasizing about this very moment. And now I will no longer be denied. Never again.” Kharadun growled, his voice dripping with lust. “Come! Let me sample your lust with my vent! Your lord and your mate demand it! Come and claim this noble beast who yearns for you.” Rendhal swallowed, staring at the sliver of pink flesh that stood out against Kharadun’s azure scales. As difficult as it was for a man of his pride to admit, he found himself wanting to fuck the reptilian vent which housed his new mate’s malehood. At the very least, he could still hide behind the aphrodisiac as it made him horny enough to want to fuck pretty much anything. But even so, there was no denying the draconic slit’s allure. As the throbbing of his member started getting unbearable, Rendhal was forced back on his feet. His sense of balance was all over the place, as if he were drunk, causing him to sway and stagger about for a few moments. Keeping his eyes on the exposed valley of dragon sex, he began removing his boots, taking two unsteady steps towards the presenting beast as he hastily kicked them off his feet. Kharadun smiled deviously as Rendhal ripped himself out of his pants, only leaving himself clad in the thin cotton shirt that he had worn under his doublet. With his lower half bare and the attention of nearly three hundred dragons and one gryphon focused on his erect cock, Rendhal began taking increasingly confident steps towards the sapphire dragon whose eyes burned with passion. “That’s a lovely glare you have in your eyes, count. It’s hard for me not to get excited, having my vent devoured by such a passionate gaze.” Kharadun chuckled, swaying his blue hips around seductively. Rendhal felt a sting of pleasure inside his loins as he followed the naughty feral fissure with his eyes. “I am most confident in the pleasures which my slit holds. I would dare say that it outperforms the average human female genitalia in penile stimulation. But I suppose that is for you to judge… Regardless, I am flattered and honored to offer you your first experience in dragon mating.” Kharadun growled, slurring his words slightly due to how eagerly he was salivating, staring at his mate’s member as it approached his hindquarters. Rendhal grimaced with desperation as he grabbed onto the sturdy base of Kharadun’s tail, taking deep breaths as the fierce arousal caused his consciousness to wane, especially now since the alluring slit was within his reach. The sultry heat that radiated off the penile crevice was almost identical to the warmth Rendhal had experienced inside the dragon’s muzzle. The mental association alone prompted his cock to twitch in anguish. The heat also made Rendhal feel extremely compelled to touch the slit. The sexy opening almost begged him to do so by visibly quivering from his presence. Kharadun stiffened as Rendhal placed his hand against the vent. The set of human fingers felt up the slightly swollen sapphire lips, carefully tracing the shape of the feral cock crevice, much to the dragon’s delight. Kharadun’s claws scratched the floor loudly when Rendhal pushed his middle- and ring fingers into the fleshy groove, slowly feeding them into the steamy cleft one knuckle at a time until the blue feral’s vent fully gobbled up both fingers. Kharadun opened his maw and let out a shriek, almost something akin to an avian-like chirp as the fingers scraped the inside of his scaly entrance, forcing his sapphire body to tremble. The inside of Kharadun’s slit was hot and somewhat slimy. The warm dragon flesh latched onto Rendhal’s fingers with blatant greed as he curled and straightened them in the grasp of the hungry vent, feeling more and more aroused as he explored the slit. The fleshy gap was certainly soft; there was no doubt about it. There was also no doubt that any cock given the privilege to penetrate it would absolutely melt within its supple folds and give up all its ejaculate without a second thought. Rendhal shuddered just thinking about it. A narrow string of pre slowly descended onto the cold basalt floor in between his legs. But the hot insides of the dragon vent weren’t all soft. Rendhal’s fingertips also found some unyielding firmness in its depths. Touching it prompted the whole slit to clench furiously, and the firmness to extrude more towards the curious fingers that caressed it. And while his fingers couldn’t quite get a proper grasp on the rigid object, Rendhal could tell just from a few brief brushes that the thing hiding inside the slit was of exotic shape. “Haahh~ Even as I have voiced my desperation, you still dare to tease me?” Kharadun growled, snapping his jaws a few times before voicing another un-reptilian chirr from his muzzle. “That boldness of yours is one of the many reasons why I came to adore you so much…” The big blue jaws snapped shut once more, prompting Rendhal to retract his fingers from Kharadun’s slit, which remained slightly ajar even in the absence of any filing. The reptilian entrance winked at Rendhal, drooling out a long string of moisture from inside it. The same moisture that glimmered on Rendhal’s hand. The scent of reptilian lust was thick and overpowering. Feeling too aroused to think straight, Rendhal lined up his member with Kharadun’s vent. He had to stand on his tiptoes and yank the large feral down by the tail so his cock could reach it. The warm caress of draconic genital heat teased his manhood before he was in place to properly penetrate the submitting beast. Just a small lapse in his concentration would probably have made Rendhal cum right then and there. “Do it! Claim me! Let me feast on your cock!” Kharadun hissed, bearing the look of a dragon who was on the verge of sinking its claws into its prey after a long, exhilarating hunt. And Rendhal no longer denied the blue dragon what he wished for. A roar of undulating pitch echoed in the roof and pillars of the vast basalt chamber as the mahogany-haired human officer shoved his desperate erection into the feral dragon’s equally desperate nethers. The pair of blue wings flapped in ecstasy, and the rest of the sapphire lizard's frame trembled uncontrollably. Rendhal was yet again utterly overwhelmed by the exotic sensation offered by Kharadun’s body. The scaly vent swallowed his cock down to the hilt in the span of a single heartbeat, clamping down on the intruding phallus with beastly voracity. The supple, moist flesh started writhing around his length without wasting a single second, wringing and milking the intruding love organ with unmatched intensity. The twitches and pulsations of the vent’s permanent inhabitant reverberated in the walls of meat hugging Rendhal’s cock, providing it with an almost otherworldly massage which tore through his restraint like a set of dragon claws would tear through cloth. Resistance was futile, and Rendhal ejaculated without managing a single thrust into Kharadun’s crevice. A growl of reptilian delight shook Kharadun’s body as the gasping human lieutenant pumped a generous load of his male essence into the thrumming folds of the sapphire slit. With each throb, the vent tightened, squeezing out Rendhal’s seed with the sheer pleasure it offered, demanding that every single drop would be spent inside it. Rendhal had to cling to Kharadun’s tail for his dear life, or otherwise the rampant bliss of breeding a dragon vent would have swept him off his feet. “Ahhh~ So this is your passion! This is your warmth! I feel it pouring into my body. It feelssssss… Divine!” Kharadun growled, wringing his neck back and forth as Rendhal’s cum filled up his slit. “Graaaaahh~! Do not cease! I desire more! Mate with me! Breed this depraved lord of yours. My vent still yearns for your seed!” Rendhal’s body obeyed the dragon’s order before his mind had the opportunity to refuse. The sensual convulsions and welcoming warmth enticed his hips to start moving, and in the few blinks of an eye, he was already fucking the ecstatic blue beast. Each thrust into the increasingly slick vent flooded his body with intoxicating amounts of physical gratification, further feeding the aphrodisiac-induced arousal that fueled the motion of his lower half. Each attempt to pull out was met with fierce resistance as the scaly slit fought desperately to keep the hard human cock within its folds. The sensation made Rendhal shudder. But as strong as they were, they didn’t bog down the pace of his thrusts. “I never thought… That the dignified Kharadun… Was actually… Just a… Vulgar lizard with… An itching… Slit!” Rendhal grunted, eliciting delighted growls from the new lord of Vyrengel. “I have been anticipating this for close to three years. Forgive me if my behaviour is… Unsightly.” Kharadun replied, puffing some smoke out of his nostrils while lowering his rump to give Rendhal more leverage to thrust. “And heed my words… This is not a display I would willingly show to anyone else… Only you…” “You don’t seem to mind our audience.” Rendhal huffed, side-eyeing all the hundreds of scaly creatures observing their physical affair in the middle of the throne room. “The lord of the mountain does what he wishes. This should also show my resolve to any dragons who might be doubting the contract and its terms.” “And it also shows that you have fully accepted me as your new mate. Proves that I am yours.” Rendhal continued, feeling his cock occasionally poking against Kharadun’s reptilian member, which was swelling up and seeking to exit its home cave. Kharadun voiced a soft growl and clenched his slit. “Can you blame a dragon for wanting to show off his mate? And you must know that we dragons are not as prudish as you humans are. Mating is a celebration, not something to be ashamed of. I am not even the first lord who has mated in front of his or her subjects.” Rendhal had lived on the mountain long enough to know Kharadun was right. And looking around, most dragons were very curious about the interspecies copulation, following the affair with stretched-out necks and wide eyes. Some were even visibly aroused. “Those sound like the excuses of a salamander whore who was impatient to get his vent stuffed…” Rendhal replied, acting on an impulse to tease the usually proud dragon he was fucking. “Careful little one… You are still addressing the lord of the mountain. But… As insulting as it is on its surface… I will allow you, and only you, to address me by that term. Salamander. Pet names are common between human lovers, are they not? That shall be mine. For your exclusive use.” Kharadun growled. “The slutty sapphire salamander…” Rendhal chuckled. The blue dragon retaliated via his vent, prompting Rendhal to gasp as the pleasure around his cock intensified for the duration of a few thrusts. “Go on… Submit to me again. Your member is practically begging to be relieved. I would only need to clench my vent a few more times, and that would be it.” Kharadun was right once more. The fleshy caress of the reptilian cleft was getting more and more unbearable for Rendhal’s cock, bringing him to the verge of another orgasm. Although dragons’ concept of sexual stamina was more heavily weighted on the side of being able to fuck multiple times in a row rather than longer, continuous performances, as a human, Rendhal couldn’t help feeling some sense of defeat as he faced another swift ejaculation. But in the same breath, he also very much understood why the flying reptiles placed almost no value on one’s ability to hold back their seed. He could already state with confidence that not a single creature in existence would endure the delights of a dragon’s vent for more than a minute at best. “Do it… Embed your scent deep into my nethers. I want other dragons to know that this greedy chasm between my legs belongs to you.” As the sensual words slithered out of Kharadun’s maw, he clamped down his slit, overwhelming the intruding cock trapped within for the second time. Rendhal moaned as his crotch got sucked up against the large reptile, and yet another intense ejaculation throbbed its way out of his shaft. The small spines on Kharadun’s draconic loverod tickled the keel of his cock as he drenched its fleshy home with another load of his human essence, the presence of which seemed to invigorate the dragconic mating tool, pushing it further and further out of its cave. The subtle friction between the two penises pushed the already orgasmic sensation into even greater heights. Rendhal had never had a more satisfying sexual experience. In that moment, as the last few ropes of sperm poured out of his cock, he couldn’t even imagine ejaculating ever again if it wasn’t inside a slick, steaming slit like Kharadun’s. When the sapphire jaws of Kharadun’s vent eventually relented, Rendhal managed to pull out. Or he – more accurately – fell out, since he no longer had the strength to stand on his toes, which was a hard condition for his hips reaching up to meet the dragon’s. Feeling dizzy, euphoric, and tired, Rendhal staggered backwards a few steps, getting to feast on the lewd sight which he had helped create. The tip of Kharadun’s dragon stalactite was poking out of the slit, slowly inching further and further out past the glistening, blue lips while Rendhal’s cum dripped out from the same opening. The big dragon cock with all of its spiky adornments throbbed eagerly as it emerged from Kharadun’s vent, coated in a mixture of its own fluids and the human essence that populated its cavernous residence. Its surface was pink, fading into a shade of murky purple towards the hilt. The colossal breeding tool seemingly had no end, emerging from Kharadun’s crotch inch after inch until finally stopping at a length which was easily over three feet by a hasty estimation. Rendhal had already witnessed the magnificence of a dragon’s cock on multiple occasions and even seen this particular one erect once before. But he had never seen one as close up, not to mention as messy or taut as Kharadun’s cock currently was. It was difficult not to admire it for its proportions and exotic shape. The scent was quite something as well. “How is it? Your mate’s magnificent dragon dick?” Kharadun growled, shifting his weight on his hind legs, slowly swaying the huge breeding pillar from side to side. “It’s certainly big. Hard to argue otherwise.” Rendhal muttered, following the taut pendulum of dragon flesh as it swung about in front of him. “It is yours. Do anything you desire with it!” Intrigue and arousal moved Rendhal’s feet as he walked next to the blue dragon, inspecting the excited feral cock from up close. Kharadun twitched and voiced a small screech of joy as Rendhal carefully put one of his hands onto the majestic mating sceptre and gently caressed its taut surface. The draconic shaft was incredibly warm, almost burning to the touch, explaining why it had been so toasty inside Kharadun’s slit. It’s exotic, vulgar form throbbed once every few seconds as Kharadun’s blood circulated through it. The beastly shaft was so long that one could almost see each throb as it traveled through the whole thing from base to tip and back, prompting the small nubs of flesh adorning it to flutter. The entire member simply oozed raw desire. Desire, that was only barely contained within the pillar of hardened flesh. Kharadun squealed and clawed at the throne room floor as Rendhal moved his palm along the impressive beast cock, giving the meaty dragon dick a few careful strokes. The hot flesh throbbed against his fingertips, begging for more while a string of dragon precum drooled out onto the floor. Sealing the impressive girth of the dragon phallus between both of his palms, Rendhal performed a few slightly less gentle strokes, running his hands up and down the entire length of Kharadun’s malehood. His heart skipped a beat as the dragon eagerly thrust into his hands, expelling a deluge of diluted seed from his member. The ecstatic writhing of the blue-scaled body in the grips of pleasure was as enchanting as it was frightening. After a few passionate strokes, Kharadun ended up thrusting so hard that it forced Rendhal to let go of the furiously twitching fuck rod, which was almost pissing out pre at that point. “Grrhhh~ Quite impressive, don’t you think?” Kharadun huffed, steadily adding to the pool of translucent lust fluids underneath his belly. “As far as I understood, possessing large genitals is something that male humans fixate on.” “You are not wrong. But between a man and a dragon, the comparison doesn’t seem that fair.” Rendhal chuckled. Kharadun released a sharp screech of amusement. “And to be honest… As commendable as your member is… I’m personally much more interested in this.” Rendhal reached his hand towards the base of the dragon’s tail and deftly hooked his thumb into the side of Kharadun’s tailhole. A screech of mixed delight and confusion echoed in the throne room. “Isn’t rectal stimulation the best way to get a male dragon to ejaculate? Most of your male troops and officers seem to enjoy mounting one another from what I have witnessed. And I have never seen the submitting dragon contain their passion for more than five thrusts at best.” “Grrhh~ Perceptive as usual, lieutenant… You impress me with your boldness once more.” “That Meryt leaf is still working hard to rouse my desires. And since I have already been inside your other holes, I figured I would claim your final one as well. It is not as if I have anything to lose anymore. If I have come this far, I should sample all the pleasures my new mate can offer me.” Rendhal explained, carefully spreading out the fleshy ring which exuded the same heat as Kharadun’s maw and vent. “This side of you is precisely why I had to have you as my mate. That spirit which is simultaneously so unyielding, yet accepts and adapts at such frightening ease. A few wingbeats ago, you were reluctant to accept my proposal… And now you are already demanding to mount me. You truly are a unique soul, Rendhal Yarken.” “I’m taking that as a yes. Now, could you lower your royal arse so that I can bestow you with my cock?” “I have a better idea,” Kharadun growled, curling his tail in between Rendhal’s legs and deftly hoisting the man on top of his sapphire rump. “Now you can mount me properly.” The happily growling dragon leaned his chest closer to the floor and raised his behind, positioning himself at the optimal angle for mounting. Rendhal nearly penetrated Kharadun on his own, sliding perfectly into the triangular junction between the scaly feral’s tail and buttocks. “If that is what the lord of the mountain wishes…” “I have never wished anything more in my life than being mounted by you, my beloved.” The stiff dragon cock twitched, and a screech of unadulterated bliss departed Kharadun’s maw when Rendhal slammed his bare hips against the firm blue rump, burying his manhood into the dragon lord’s anus. Considering the apparent anatomical differences, the tail orifice was surprisingly snug. The wrinkly ring of rectal muscle grasped onto Rendhal’s cock with palpable enthusiasm, eagerly welcoming the comparatively modest phallus into its caress. The feral colon beyond the hot, quivering gate tightened as Rendhal entered it, quickly surrounding the human member and starting to massage it voraciously. The soft, sweltering tail tunnel clenched itself around Rendhal’s cock as he took charge and began pounding the scaly beast whose blue body absolutely dwarfed him in size. From the first thrust he gave into Kharadun’s hole, the pleasure began circulating his body with unbound vigor, surging through his crotch with addictive intensity. His cock was extremely sensitive from the previous orgasms and the aphrodisiac, making each pump of his hips almost agonizingly satisfying. The same went for his balls, which tingled with pleasure as they dragged against the feral beast’s smooth, scaly taint, clenching with the desire to ejaculate before Rendhal had even gotten started properly. Kharadun snarled and snapped his jaws while pre continued jetting out of his dragon cock. The pleasured spasms and twitches of his body were transmitted into the walls of his colon with frightening veracity, making it truly feel like Rendhal was mounting a beast: someone whose body responded more to its instincts rather than the reason supposedly controlling it. And that feeling brouhgt it’s own indescribable thrill into the sex. It felt good, intoxicating to dominate a creature as big as a grown Vyrengel dragon with mere pleasure. But simultaneously, there was also the ever-present fear of the dragon getting out of control, at which point Rendhal could do nothing but pray for the integrity of his pelvis. Still, Rendhal enjoyed it. A lot. This was far from the first time he had been forced to tiptoe on the blade of a sword, and he knew how to navigate an easily flammable situation. Maintaining a firm grip on Kharadun’s tail with his arms, he continued fucking the lusty dragon’s tailhole at a gradually accelerating pace, paying close attention to how the tunnel of constricting reptile flesh responded to his thrusts. It was incredibly thrilling, but also incredibly draining. Rendhal managed to hang onto his military discipline for nearly two full minutes, almost solely because he had already ejaculated four times in the past ten minutes or so. But eventually the writhing and the heat of Kharadun’s tailhole wore him down, as did the sense of danger elicited by balancing oneself on top of an increasingly volatile feral dragon’s slippery rump. His head was dizzy, and his hips were almost numb from all the bodily satisfaction when he slammed them against Kharadun’s rear the final few times, which pushed him, as well as his new mate, over the edge. The toothy jaws of the new lord of the mountain parted with a booming roar, and a flashy torrent of flames emerged from the dark pit of Kharadun’s throat. The fiery eruption was followed by another one consisting of dragon seed as the majestic reptile happily ejaculated onto the basalt floor in front of his entire court. The sizzling spear of reptilian lust extending from Kharadun’s steaming vent jumped and twitched as it expelled one sticky serpent after another of ivory essence onto the cold, hard stone. The viscous liquid slammed into the basalt with vigor and splattered about magnificently, producing a sound that was surprisingly loud and excessively sinful. The average Vyrengel dragon ejaculated about a gallon of sperm per climax, but Kharadun had evidently abstained for a longer while, producing roughly double that over the course of the long and intense orgasm that he experienced at the mercy of his human mate. It was truly a messy affair to behold. With Kharadun’s sphincter and colon grabbing his cock like a hot, velvety vice, Rendhal also succumbed to his sexual needs. His lower half was wholly consumed by the heat emanating from Kharadun’s body. Comforting, alluring, seductive heat, flickering with the full passion of a rutting beast. It was stimulating enough to make a man cum completely without touch, but the presence of the greedy dragon tailhole naturally elevated the resulting orgasm to a height of its own. With his heart hammering harder than it had ever done, even in the heat of a fierce battle, Rendhal moaned and drained his remaining essence inside Kharadun’s hungry tail tunnel. His body shivered as the roaring wave of immense satisfaction ploughed through it, forcibly loosening his grip on the dragon’s thick tail, which writhed about along with the rest of Kharadun’s body. But before he could truly slip away and fall, he was scooped up by the very same tail he was clutching with his arms. Rendhal was barely done ejaculating his last rope of cum when Kharadun’s rear appendage pulled him away from the scaly rump and whisked him back with force. The shock of getting flung a distance of nearly ten feet invigorated Rendhal’s reflexes enough that he was able to land on his feet. However, despite his best efforts, the remaining momentum was enough to topple him. After a few staggering steps, he eventually surrendered to gravity and fell awkwardly onto the hard stone floor in front of a few hundred reptiles. Only a split second after his back had touched the floor, a pair of dragon claws pinned Rendhal down by the shoulders. Looking up, he saw his frenzied mate who swiftly parted his jaws and dove down on Rendhal’s head. Feeling his heart stop for what felt like ten whole seconds, Rendhal stared at the deep, salivating insides of Kharadun’s maw while the giant dragon tongue bored its way past his lips. It was another kiss. Another dragon kiss. Feral kiss. The reverberations of a satisfied growl got carried into Rendhal’s body via Kharadun’s tongue, as the dragon affectionately shoved it into his mouth while slobbering like a starving wolf. The bifurcated maw-serpent slithered across Rendhal’s entire oral anatomy, claiming and caressing the area ferociously. As wild and exotic as it felt, Rendhal almost choked on the massive tongue as it swabbed his mouth with unbridled passion, wetting nearly his entire head with its sticky lizard saliva. “There… Now… You are mine…” Kharadun growled, slowly retracting his horned head from Rendhal’s flushed face. Rendhal remained on his back as Kharadun stepped away and announced something loudly in ancient mountain speech. He then voiced a boastful roar, which prompted the other dragons to start beating the floor with their tails and gradually join his roar. It was a roar of celebration. Listening to the booming vocalization of the dragons, Rendhal sat up and glanced behind him, towards where he had last seen Vessar. The gryphon was gone. Rendhal sighed and hung his head, knowing that he would have to talk to his avian companion once the ceremony was done. He then turned his gaze towards the cobalt-scaled dragon who stood in front of him, peacocking to the enthused crowd of his kin. “Married to a dragon…” He muttered to himself.