# Echoes of a Brother’s Sin

Author: Cheetahs
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Writing is not only my greatest passion, but also my primary source of income, so please consider supporting me by getting a commission(click for info) or pledging on Patreon(click for link) to help more awesome stories come to life ^^***This illustrated story is a commission for  Darris ***Description: Darris'
brother has been exiled. Worse, he learns that from a female that desired him
as a mate for a couple of years already. With his mind torn with decisions,
Darris seeks shelter within his mate's embrace, a male with a calm temper and a
very lovely tongue... 

Blue dragon belongs to me,  CheetahsDarris is  DarrisArt done by http://www.furaffinity.net/user/gardeaalgedo/***
A roar rushed through the valley. Darris knew where it came
from. He dived towards the nearby river to find her splayed on the sunny bank.
Ayiara the Wind Speaker, or as Darris often referred to her, one of the bigger
annoyances in the Eastern Valleys. 
"I thought you wouldn't come," the she-wyvern lifted a leg
to scratch her itchy neck. Of course, she also displayed her gender while doing
so. Few males knew better than to take a quick peek, yet Darris was one of those
who weren't so easily distracted.
"Ayiara. What a pleasant surprise," he looked around briefly
to see the last of the birds fleeing their perches. "You always have the
greatest timing. What am I going to catch now? Rabbits? Foxes?"
"Please. I have been trailing you long enough to gaze your
intentions."
"Stalking me, you mean," Darris settled onto his haunches,
bringing the blade-shaped tip of his tail around his forelegs. Like her, he
also liked to display his own assets. His tail was one of them. In fact, he
planned to conquer his next prey with it. 
Ayiara's eyes found something much more appeasing. She kept
her leg up in the air just long enough for her nostrils to draw in the scents,
then placed it back onto the rocks where it was quickly covered by a coppery
wing. 
"Maybe I liked what I was seeing. Maybe I still do..." she
played her bifurcated tongue along her lips. "You are a striking dragon,
Darris. Who knows...maybe in a few months I'll be the one catching you."
Her charms might have worked with other males, but not with
Darris. 
"Anything else you indulge in, aside from silly fantasies?
Or staring between a dragon's legs?"
"Oh, I adore that sight," the female said. "Maybe you should
spread those legs a bit further."
"Want me to give you a more...memorable sight?"
The female's tail twitched with restless anticipation. "Your
scent already offered what I wanted, but if you so kindly insist..."
Darris walked towards her, noticing how she fluttered her
wings with unrestrained joy, how her breath hitched inside the depths of her
throat. Many dragons would spill themselves in the presence of a needy female.
Darris? He just placed his warm paw pads on the side of her head, then slowly
turned the female's eyes towards the distant peaks.
"There."
"Sending me back so quickly? I so thought we are going to
play around a little," Ayiara dashed her moist tongue along Darris' warm pads.
"I can bathe you better than a stream. Or if you prefer something more
intimate..."
"No and no," Darris flung off the saliva from his paw, then
looked her straight in the eyes. "You are going to go back to whatever tasks
need attending, understand?"
"You got colder," the female remarked. She tucked her wings
closer to her body, then looked away. "I am really wasting my time with you,
aren't I?"
"This is who I always was, Ayiara."
She snorted a puff of moist air. "I prefer to remember the
old you. That dragon would not have dismissed me like an errant hatchling. I
came here for you, at the expense of my own time. There are other males I can
play around with. You just happen to be my favorite."
"Your favorite victim, you mean," Darris empathized. 
"I never mistreated you," Ayiara turned back to him, her
amber eyes narrowing in the falling sunlight. "Tell me, when was the last time
I hurt you?"
"You made fun at my expense."
"Harmless chatter," the female growled dismissively.
"Thorns might not pierce scales, but they can still sting my
paws. This solitude you speak of -a choice that I made willingly- has not
dulled my memory. From the moment you found out about my chosen mate you've concocted
the crudest japes at his address. Our address."
"Two years have passed, Darris. Those grudges are dead. Let
them be."
"And what about our games? What about the times WE spent
together? That thing you call bathing, the aerial tackling, these primitive
fights we engaged in on the grass? They're nothing more than a poor attempt to
rub your scales against mine."
"That's what friends do," the wyvern waved her tail
nonchalantly.
"No, Ayiara. That is what mates do, and I think it is time
you find one of your own."
The female went silent for a while. It wasn't hard to tell
she was affected by the blunt nature of a truth she was just now forced to
swallow. She licked one wing joint for a couple of strokes, but not even that
managed to soothe her inner irritation. With the help of her broad wings,
Ayiara stood up, her gaze as distant as her thoughts.
"I came here to tell you something about your brother, but
now I firmly believe I have been wasting my time all along. Fair winds, Darris.
I hope your seclusion gives you the peace I never had."
"Wait," Darris stopped her just as she fanned her wings.
"Tell me about him."
The female curled her sizable claws into the grass to
maintain her balance. "Will you even care?"
"No. I just want to know what you know."
The she-wyvern paused for a bit. "He has been brought before
the Council, but I don't know why."
"But you know his fate," Darris said with a grim voice.
Ayiara turned towards him. "He has been exiled, Darris."
Darris cocked his head. "Is that so? To the wastelands
beyond The Crags, then? That is where all exiles still go, isn't it?"
"No one knows where, or why. That's what's peculiar about
it," Ayiara paused, studying Darris' features before continuing. "The Council never
stated what his crime was, or where he was being exiled to. Only that he was
found guilty. After the proclamation he was stripped of his surname then led
away. That was it."
Darris' remained silent, his expression unreadable, but she could tell from the
twitch in his tail that something in her words bothered him. At least something
seemed to, if not over the fate of his brother. His tail stilled, a rumble
breaking the silence.
"Is that all?" Darris asked.
The female dipped her head. "I'm sorry. I wish I would
have-"
"Don't be," Darris interrupted her. "He's nothing to me. A
memory that had long since been dealt with appropriately. Tend to your tasks.
I'll have to fly to the end of the valley to find suitable prey now that you
scared most of my quarry away."
"I'm sorry about that too."
Darris wasn't so apologetic when he made her leave. He flew
in the opposite direction just to put more distance between the two of them,
because right now he became the cold monster Ayiara spoke about earlier. There
was no joy flying above his verdant valley. The mists of the morning became an
annoyance to his wings, and the more he listened to the boisterous birds, the
more bitter he became. 
He had to hunt. To do something about the unreasonable
hatred clawing from within. Darris dived as soon as he smelled the scent of
prey. An unlucky stag caught the scent of a female. He was in the process of
analyzing it.
And that was the last thing he ever did before a storm of
claws and fangs swooped down upon him. Darris broke the animal's neck,
shattered his spine, then threw him against a tree. When he touched the ground,
sticky droplets clung to his pads. Warm blood. The smell of victory. He stood
above his prey for a moment. It was an old stag he caught. Powerful. Probably
keen on sharing his legacy one last time before he perished. Too bad he never
had that chance.
Darris dragged him into a clearing. The stag's weight was
too great, so he took off first, then grabbed it like a true wyvern, locking
his bigger hind claws into the animal's meat. Ayiara would have been proud.
Poor, lonely female. She would have had a mate by now if taking quests wasn't
her only purpose. There was a time when Darris actually liked her. He found her
warmth attracting. Enjoyed the slick embrace of her tongue when they groomed
each other after a kill, or the inviting scents wafting inside his nostrils
when they cuddled at night. He was even tempted on tasting her inner warmth and
see if all the rumors about wyverns were founded.
How foolish of him to put instinct above reason. If only he
realized this earlier, perhaps his brother wouldn't have turned out the way he
did.
Darris flung off that thought. He was approaching his home,
and a lecture from his mate was not what he wanted. 
The blue dragon came out as soon as he smelled blood. Some
was to be expected from a hunt.
Yet a splattering mess that stained two quarters of the
balcony overlooking the valley was not exactly normal.
"Radiants and their shiny spikes! What did this poor thing
do to warrant such punishment?"
 "He eluded me for the
better part of an hour," Darris rolled the bloodied stag towards his mate, who
backed away one step at a time.
"No. I'm not eating that."
"You're not?" Darris fixed him with a narrowing gaze.
"Not eating until we have it properly cleaned I mean. Or is
fur something you wish to add to your diet?"
Darris relaxed for a bit. "No fur. I...I almost thought..." his
words trailed off as he watched his partner approach. The blue dragon dragged
his heavenly tongue under his chin, then climbed along those
oh-so-delightfully-sensitive ears.
"Harrr....that feels...feels so good..." Darris cooed.
"It surely must when you're tenser than a boulder. Why
couldn't you let me do the hunting?"
"I wanted to," Darris spread his wings to the sides now that
his mate took an interest in his sensitive membrane. "I just...grarrrr...I felt
like..."
Flames, it was hard to speak amidst all that incessant
nuzzling. After almost two years of sharing the same cave, Meragor knew exactly
what spots to touch. He slid his tongue along the delicate membrane, blew his
warm air into it, nuzzled along a wing joint... Slowly, he traded the wing for
something else. Something much more...sensitive.
 "S-stop."
Meragor nuzzled between the legs knowing full well how
sensitive Darris' gender was to any kind of warmth. He flicked his tongue
around the fleshy opening, applying the faintest of pressures, dragging that
delightful moisture around in a most maddening way. 
"Please...I'm...I don't..rrrhhhh!" Darris sucked in a sharp
breath as his shelter was invaded by that dragon's sneaky tongue. 
Meragor shifted and slurped, feasting on the bounty of
liquid that preceded a male's most natural reaction to stimulation. Darris'
cobalt tip poked out in the open, wet, sensitive, weak to any kind of touch.
The blue dragon licked quickly around the growing cock, though all he managed
were a few feeble strokes before Darris stumbled back into a wall, panting like
a beast after a long chase.
"Hrrrr...aarrrr," his lips trembled above his exposed fangs. "I...I
brought you a meal. We should eat before the blood clots..."
"I was eating until you backed away like a scared little
hatchling. Has my tongue grown barbs?" the blue dragon tilted his head. 
"None of that. Just...let's eat. I will talk about whatever
you want after."
Maregor bowed his head, then dragged the stag deeper into
the cave. Whether he wanted to conceal the smell or spare the overlook from
another load of mess, Darris did not know, nor did he care when the carcass was
ready to be eaten. He ripped the fur off the stag's haunches, then tucked in,
feasting alongside his mate. The blue wasn't an overly picky eater. He favored
the taste of meat over organs. Whenever one got in the way, he pushed it over
to Darris, who ate the juicy morsels without any complaints.
The proud stag was quickly reduced to a pile of bones,
hooves, and antlers. With their bellies filled, the two dragons retreated
deeper into their cozy cave to clean off the blood. They started with the paws
first, each cleaning the other's feet. Darris admired his mate's sizable claws.
They seemed bigger and stronger than his own. Of course, Meragor never admitted
that openly. He was a dragon who cared about his mate's pride, while Darris was
not afraid to speak his mind. There were a few things he found annoying in his
mate, his keen interest in the genitals being one of them. No grooming session
was ever complete without a quick taste of your partner's cock. Darris was too
preoccupied with his grooming to mind the attention, otherwise he would have grown
bigger than a stalactite. 
After they finished paws, the dragons moved onto their
wings, then slowly moved closer towards the head, licking with long, sinuous
strokes until their snouts met. Darris was the first to open up and allow his
mate's dripping teeth to press against his own. The blue dragon pushed his
tongue through, rumbling with affection as he wriggled around inside his mate's
maw.
They'd done this numerous times and still the experience
felt new and strange to him, but he had to admit there was something he loved
about the intimacy of a maw cleaning session. 
Darris closed his eyes, his tongue tangling around his
mate's in a playful fight of squelches and growls, and when the oozing strands
of saliva became too much to bear, the dragons broke apart to clean each
other's jaws. Darris went over his mate's teeth first, then exposed his own maw
for a similar reward. The blood slowly vanished into nothingness. The dragons
shared a couple more intimate kisses afterwards, Darris positioning his head
sideways to allow his mate to lock-on with a full tongue assault.
 
Rumbling growls filled the cave. The sound of love, want,
desire. Darris' heart thumped in his chest, flooding his body with calming
heat. His mate stood on his haunches, breathing quicker than him. His tongue
tip stood just as exposed as his member, both pink, moist, and sensitive.
Darris would have done something about that particular need
if he felt in a better mood. Ayiara's visit drained him more than he wanted to
admit. He left the capital to escape from troubles, yet it seemed trouble
always had a way of finding him.
With a soft growl, Darris picked himself up, then slowly
walked towards the natural ledge that formed at the entrance to their cave. It
was good overlook, and a perfect way to disperse unwanted thoughts. Settling
onto his belly, Darris stared in the distance, thinking of nothing in
particular until his mate's warmth draped over him in the form of a cerulean
wing. 
"Thinking about the city life?" the blue dragon asked,
though not without his pestering snout nuzzling in all manner of places.
"I'm trying to think of nothingness right now," Darris
pulled his flank closer towards his belly, a clear sign he preferred to keep to
himself.
"Shall I leave you alone?"
"No. Not yet, I mean. You are right. There is something that
bothers me, yet I do not want my burden to become yours. I already brought
along more trouble than I'm worth," Darris said, going back to the first time
he stood up for his brother. It was a mistake. One of the last he made.
"We talked about that. You are my mate, flawed and weird as
you are."
Darris's lips twitched. "You're never going to let this go,
are you?"
"I have no reason to, when my mate is one of the most unique
dragons in the land in more than one way," Meragor dashed a quick lick over the
back of Darris' neck. "Rest now. I shall keep my maw shut and spare you another
debate on which cock is better."
"Mine," Darris growled with amusement. "Always mine."
The two dragons closed their eyes. None truly slept though. When
the sun started to set, Darris admired the beauty of his valley. The way the
flaming light fell upon the trees calmed him almost as much as his mate's
loving licks. He truly fell asleep this time, losing himself in a long and
confusing dream, only to be roused by the growing warmth flickering between his
legs. 
Darris' wings shuddered first. Then, his claws raked along
the stone. He blinked his eyes open to notice two things: twinkling stars
glimmering on the starry sky, and the squelching licks coming from beneath his
flank. The blue dragon had half of his snout buried in there, using his
slippery tongue to kiss an equally wet place.
Darris struggled not to growl. The blue dragon was a
persistent beast. He rounded the entrance with his tongue, and when enough
moisture pooled, he pushed his tongue through, pressed his maw right against
the sheath's entrance, then suckling gently upon the bounty of scents that
resided within. The poking tongue along with the teeth that pressed ever so
softly against one of the most sensitive parts of his body almost drew Darris
insane with lust. He waited, holding his breath in, struggling to contain the
warm shivers passing through his body while his mate suckled on the very home
of his cock. It was warm. So warm, and so wet. Darris coiled his neck around
himself, trying not to growl too loud. His mate raked at the ground, kneading
like a feline suckling from his mother's teats. Only that it wasn't really a
teat, nor a female he was sampling. The sight, the smells, the sounds were just
about enough to push Darris over his edge. He squeezed his eyes shut, then
parted his maw to unleash a long, trembling growl just as his cobalt cock poked
out of its shelter.
"Mrarrr!"
The blue dragon pulled back, amber eyes glistening faintly
in the darkness of the night. He cleaned his dripping maw, then pushed his head
back in to sniff at the growing erection. He drew one whiff, two, three, then clacked
his snarly snout a couple of times as the musk seeped deep into his aroused
body.
Darris tasted his mate's snout, then lifted his leg to
expose his entire equipment to the hungry dragon's tongue. Meragor was tempted
to feast on the member, but he changed his mind almost at the last second,
turning upon the sack instead to bring all that lewd warmth upon the seed
crafting spheres nestled within a pale taut pouch.
"Mrrraarrffff," Darris rumbled again as his balls danced
around the slurping tongue. The blue dragon licked at first, then opened his
maw to take the two orbs inside his maw. The abundance of saliva and the way he
squeezed them together with his tongue made Darris grow to full mast within
seconds. His cock was fully out in the open now, a tapered spire with a tiny
flare that widened with every throb. Oh, he wanted to cum right now. Liberate
all that seed from his weighted balls.
His mate was not quite done though. He let the sticky
spheres droop back upon the cold ground so he could sample another tasty treat.
Darris expected him to return to his cock. By all means, that was the most
natural outcome.
Instead, his mate pushed his tongue against his clenched
tailhole, tasting his taut flesh with rapid strokes of his tongue. He lapped
lapped lapped, and Darris growled and shivered under the strain of hot,
blooming arousal. He was so hard between the legs. So hot under his scales. He
had to let the lust out before it fully consumed him. 
He kicked at Meragor. The blue dragon drew his snout back in
confusion. 
That was the only opening he needed. Darris shoved past his
mate's wing, dived between his legs, right where that deliciously moist slit
resided. Meragor enjoyed himself for a while. He was already hard and dripping
wet from the intense pleasure of licking his mate. Darris only returned the
favor. First, he slurped his mate's tapered head. Then, he cleaned his slit
with vicious tongue strokes. Ooze rushed into his maw, warm, musky, deliciously
arousing to his heated senses. 
The smell and taste of dragon cock flared Darris' need to
breed. He clambered upon his mate's back, then poked for his tailhole like a
lust stricken beast. When the blue dragon looked back, Darris pinned his head
into the ground with a front paw, locking his jaws around his neck to keep him
there. He was his. Only his. Darris arched his back, thrusting under the
captive dragon's tail. He met hard scales time and time again. Frustration
oozed through along with lust.
Then, the blue dragon raised his rump, allowing Darris to
sink into his warm, eager tailhole.
Both dragons snarled when that happened. Darris oozed a more
bestial growl, while his mate displayed his intense desire to be taken through
a higher pitched yowl. 
Darris had all the intention to make that happen. He pressed
his chest against his mate's back, took a deep breath through his flaring
nostrils, then pushed deeper into that heaven of twitching heat that was a
male's tailhole. It felt so filling, to be grabbed, squeezed, and wanted with
such desire. Darris didn't even have to thrust too often. He just had to
remained buried inside and let his mate's clamping muscles do all the work for
him. 
But that was not proper for a beast who wanted nothing more
than to breed. Darris slid back, then plunged himself through with a quaking
thrust that made both dragons shudder with rippling pleasure. Darris' member
throbbed hard, spitting a surge of pre-seed that lubricated his mate's passage.
He thrust harder, quicker, his flanks bulging with effort as the dragon bred with
wanton abandon. Below him, Meragor whined desperately, his shivering jaws
searching for something to grab on. At the height of their passion, every male
wanted to hold on to something.
Darris gave him no such opportunity. He was the one who bred
now. His wet member speared through the fleshy passage with every push, then
retreated with a sharp squelch made by the muscles as they smacked against each
other in the absence of a long rod to spread them apart. Thrust by thrust,
Darris worked himself closer towards his climax. He wanted to give his mate all
that he had. To share all that blistering passion gathering within his aching
loins. He was so warm right now. So leaky. So desperate and deep. More. More!
Darris pounded his mate with all he had. As the heat rose,
so did his speed. His thrusts became jagged, less elegant as he kept the better
half of his member inside, unable to part with all that delightful pressure
working around him. 
The heat became infuriatingly harsh. Darris' balls hardened
under the looming climax. His member became harder with every thrust, until the
throbs gave way to the overwhelming pressure heralding his upcoming climax.
Darris slammed his tail into the ground. He flared his wings, locked his flanks
against his mate, and mounted a few desperate thrusts before he finally slammed
himself as deep as he could within his mate's tailhole. 
Darris' eyes teared up with strain. His entire body felt
paralyzed with pleasure, though no area felt as stiff as his cock. He felt the
first string of his seed ascend towards his blooming flare, and struggled to
keep it inside.
Meragor's muscles clamped hard, and Darris pressed his fangs
just as hard against the blue scales, piercing through to unleash a rivulet of
metallic blood just as his seed erupted through his bloating cock. The tide of
cum invaded the blue dragon's tailhole like a storm, and the blue dragon yowled
out hard. From pleasure or pain, Darris did not know. His first and only
instinct was to remain lodged inside his partner, to fill him with all the
burden that leaked through his pumping shaft. Spasms of pure pleasure traversed
his body. His flanks remained constantly tensed, and his wings shivered,
stretched as far as their span allowed. Only Darris' tail twitched up and down
thanks to the muscles that drew the seed from the depths of his tailhole. His
was clean. Dry, compared to the mess that gushed out from the blue dragon's
overflowing hole. He became warmer and gooier than ever now that his flesh
became a shelter for a male's fertile seed.
And Darris couldn't resist the pleasure to stimulate his
mate a bit further. He worked the tip of his member back and forth, knowing
full well what manner of pleasure he could unleash. Nestled deep within that
squirming passage was a special place that could be stimulated only by another
male's cock. None was better to do that than Darris. He rubbed his mate's gland
with his enlarging flare, bringing him closer to his peak. And when he felt the
muscles loosen up with the weight of inevitability, Darris remained there,
applying as much pressure as he could until the balcony shook with his mate's
unbridled roar. The blue dragon unleashed his sharp discharge upon the stone
below, pelting the balcony with stream after stream of pent-up essence. 
The smell of seed enraged Darris' senses. The pleasure to
cum inside his mate was by far the most filling sensation that ever caressed a
male's senses, but to sample his partner's fertile cream was something else
entirely. He remained lodged inside that squirming hole, straddling the waves
of bliss that poured through his body. The fire slowly dimmed, yet Darris still
remained inside, waiting for his mate to fully taper off, and when the powerful
squeezes turned into regular tremors, he pulled out, his receding flare
unleashing a gush of sticky essence that merged with the puddle created below
the blue dragon's still oozing cock.
His legs felt so weak after such a potent climax. Darris
stumbled around for a bit until he recuperated enough to stand. He approached
his trembling partner, licking the rivulets of blood that sneaked between the pristine
sapphire scales. With the heat of his lust gone, Darris felt a bit remorseful
for losing control yet again, but his partner seemed satisfied enough. He
crashed onto his side, twitching a wing above his soaked member. 
"About time you pulled away from that scratch."
"I tried to-"
"Tried, failed...you're the only male stupid enough to care.
Better clean all the mess you've made, or this ledge is going to smell of seed
in the morning."
Darris sniffed at the pool of cum, then glanced at his mate.
"And you'll do what? Watch me while I eat your own seed?"
"You made me spill it."
"And why is that?" Darris snapped playfully. 
"Because you are a mightily attractive dragon...and you have a
very tasty cock at that."
"Tasty cock," he rumbled, then sniffed again at the pool of
cum. He loved how rich his mate's seed smelled. It was almost arousing. 
"Lick it up, my dear mate. Then trail over to my tail. I
don't plan to tongue my own tail hole any time soon."
Darris went to work. He slurped the dragon seed from the
ground, cleaned his mate's cock, drained his tailhole. Halfway through the
process Meragor joined in, only because he became too annoyed with what he
called 'the licking of a female'. 
After the ledge was completely cleaned of their nightly
passions, the dragons snuggled against each other to look at the stars. Darris
felt much calmer now. He had a whole valley stretching under his claw tips, and
a loving mate to keep him warm when the winds grew bitter.
"My brother has been exiled," Darris said out of a sudden.
"And in return you exerted retribution upon a helpless stag.
Smart."
"I was. At least, I tried to be. I don't care about him
anymore, but part of me is still angry for what he did...for what he keeps
doing."
A soft growl washed over the song of the crickets. "The more
you let him into your thoughts, the more he'll take. Stop that. He's gone,
wherever he is, and we are here, in our home, mating and eating and doing
whatever we wish."
"Perhaps you're right," Darris licked his mate. 
"Maybe I am," the blue dragon reciprocated the affection,
then looked in the distance. "Still, if you can't get rid of this pestering
urge to know everything, I advise you to find out more about his latest deeds.
Who got him exiled, and why?"
"Ayiara had nothing solid. She doesn't even where he'd been
exiled to. I don't even know if what she says is true," Darris dipped his head
in shame. "I sent her away, almost snapped at you...somehow, I feel like a
hatchling who still has a lot to learn."
"Maybe you do," Meragor said. "Find out the source of these
rumors. Learn about that bastard's fate, and put your mind at ease. Who knows?
Maybe he's still flying around the capital and we're just ramming our heads
against bare stone."
Darris nodded. "I will do that. For you, not for him."
"Do it for us both," Meragor said.
The two dragons nuzzled, licked, then fell asleep in each
other's embrace. 
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