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Description: The intruder reveals his nature. He ruthlessly lays claim over Vrelgor's new territory and decides to teach his younger brother a lesson of his own.

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Vrelgor rested after a hefty session of herb grinding. Rusturak was a dragon of his word. As soon as he got to the cave, he found a bowl big enough to spurt into while Vrelgor was given the task to mill a number of very specific herbs. It wasn't an easy task. No, the herb grinding was pretty self explanatory, but focusing with a dragon who growled his heart out was harder than it seemed. Vrelgor's mind often leaped to his bronze friend. How exactly did he go about pleasuring himself? Was he wrapping his cock tight with his tongue and thrusting within his own maw? Or was he just licking himself?

Such thoughts were vivid enough to give him an erection, and with no particular urge to relieve himself once again, Vrelgor milled the herbs with his cock constantly bouncing beneath his belly.

He brought the results of his labor to Rusturak next, only to find the bowl deceptively empty.

"What on earth were you doing, roaring your throat out like that?"

"Teasing myself," the bronze exposed his juicy erection by lifting a hind leg. "Care to take a sample?"

Vrelgor's snout scrunched all over from the plethora of scents wafting around the precum soaked cock. "I begged you for this opportunity, remember? Almost went as far as licking your tailhole, which is by the way, one of the weirdest places you can stick your tongue into. Long story short, you declined."

"I was teasing you. Why else would I keep myself on the verge? Just so your cute blue snout can get between my legs? No!"

"I'm not tasting it," Vrelgor vehemently shook his head.

"No, you're suckling it, so get that head down and listen."

"To what? More needy growls?"

"Your next lesson," Rusturak flexed his toes. "I'm going to teach you how to properly suck yourself without making minced meat out of your most prized possession."

Vrelgor considered the proposal for a whole second. Then, he darted his head under the bronze's leg and followed his instructions in the most precise way possible.

His reward? Two whole spurts of hot, sticky, salty, bittersweet seed shot straight into his throat. Vrelgor barely caught the taste. The selfish bronze pushed him away right at the peak so he could fill his bowl with all that sticky goodness all by himself.

Vrelgor was slightly disappointed. He turned around to leave, but a paw gripped his tail, forcing him back around.

"What do you want now?"

"I'll let you clean me," Rusturak said with a wide grin.

Vrelgor heart skipped a beat. Immediately, he dropped on the ground, keeping Rusturak's legs spread so he could lick that tasty cock from every angle he desired. The muscles were still stiff, still oozing bits of tasty seed. Rumbling with satisfaction, Vrelgor licked the cock down to the last drop, cleaned his friend's slit, and called it a day.

It was roughly the middle of the night when a reverberating roar shook the walls of their cave. Vrelgor woke up dazed. His mind was still lost amidst the realm of dreams, so Rusturak's words made little to no sense. The bronze got up, gave a fond lick around Vrelgor's snout, then left him alone.

Vrelgor put his head back on his paw. He was having such a vivid dream. Everything happened back at his natal cave. Mother just left on a hunting trip, leaving the two hatchlings alone. In the dream, Krelgor was a much nicer hatchling, full of life, always eager to play new games. One of those included slit licking. Vrelgor found himself on the receiving end, legs spread wide, throat churning with lust as he watched his brother suckle on his young, untouched cock. He was just about to cum when that roar made everything vanish.

And now Vrelgor was trying to piece everything back together. He reconstructed the cave, brought back the smells, yet the feelings did not quite match the intensity of the dream.

Another roar shook the cave. This time, the blue dragon shot on his paws, icy fear rushing through his limbs, making him tense.

Vrelgor blinked as his senses awoke from drowsiness. He stalked towards the entrance as if the enemy could leap out of the walls. It was definitely a confident dragon. Weaklings didn't roar quite so loud. And to challenge another dragon in his own cave was an even braver move. Who was this stranger?

"The weakling makes his appearance," a deep voice rumbled through the stone corridors.

Vrelgor froze. He knew that voice, but...could it really be him? Here? So far away from home?

"I get lazy when I'm forced on my feet in the middle of the night. State your request and do it quickly. I was dreaming about the most enticing little drake with the cutest of tailholes."

That was none other than Rusturak. He was the only dragon crazy enough to be so laidback when threat was biting the tip of his tail.

"You know why I'm here, whelp. Go back to your nest. Sleep with whatever stones you hoarded for eggs. No sane female would ever want to breed a pathetic dragon like you."

"They tried," Rusturak said.

"Did they?" The male's claws clicked on the stone. He was moving. Probably taunting Rusturak. "Is that why I smelled none when I flew around this empty patch you call a territory?"

"I made my interests well known to them, dragon. We have an agreement. Or had. It's been a while since me and females made any sort of acquaintance."

"Perfect. An opportunity for a change. Fly away now. This cave is mine, as is your territory."

"You seem bent on the idea of me leaving. Why is that?"

"I'm being merciful with you, whelp. If you prefer it the other way, I can shred the scales off your hide and leave a tasty corpse for the scavengers."

"Selfless thinking. This option suits me. I think we'll go with the fighting then."

A dagger pierced through Vrelgor's throat, forcing the air out of his lungs. No...no...he couldn't! Rusturak couldn't be so bloody stupid!

But the plan already settled into motion. The challenger let out another roar, and Rusturak stupidly answered in return.

Vrelgor threw his head forth and unleashed his own roar, pitiful as it was.

"Is that-"

Rusturak quickly covered the din. "A hatchling of mine. Poor thing fell on his head way too many times. So where should we fight? My cave is rather constrictive so I suggest-"

"Graarr! Silence! I know who that is."

"You're terrible at telling a dragon by his roar. If we played guessing you would've already lost."

Vrelgor rushed forward. He couldn't let his friend fall at the claws of his brother no matter how many injuries he had to endure. Within a few pounding heartbeats, he got onto the ledge. Indeed, the challenger was his own brother. His dark scales glimmered ominously in the light of the full moon. Wings flared, limbs crouched just slightly for a pouncing strike, the dragon's crimson eyes made Vrelgor feel like a hatchling all over again. Krelgor was not a huge dragon by any means. He had quite the sleek build, yet the spikes rising along his back made him a dangerous foe to contend with.

"Dear brother, how kind of you to make your appearance. I was just about to end a life, but it seems now I am going to teach a lesson."

"You won't lay a single claw on him," Rusturak blocked Vrelgor's view with his wings.

"No," the blue dragon brushed past the wing. Rusturak snapped and growled, but nothing stopped the determined blue to sit on the same level as his brother. "There are two dragons in this cave, brother. If you attack us, we shall strike as one!"

"Empty words. He barely knows how to service himself," Rusturak stepped closer towards the dark dragon. "So are we having a contest of words or shall we unsheathe claws?"

The dragon didn't even look at Rusturak. His eyes remained fixed on Vrelgor. Measuring him.

"You healed."

"I had help this time. Help from a dragon who understands more than violence," Vrelgor shuffled his wings nervously. He was afraid, very much so, but he tried to be strong for Rusturak's sake. If his brother smelled weakness, it would be the end of them both.

"Brave words. Did he teach you stupidity as well?"

The two dragons tensed as their enemy started moving around. Rusturak prepared to attack, but Vrelgor shoved him with his paw, forcing him to stay put. He knew exactly what his brother wanted. Like a predator circling his prey, the dragon sniffed along his neck, growling as he passed underneath Vrelgor's wing.

"You reek of weakness. Why did you seek shelter inside such dilapidated rock? What kept you from finding a female to..."

The dragon's words cut into an abrupt growl. His snout pushed under Vrelgor's hind legs, sniffing with loud, hungry puffs.

"Graaaaarrr! Seed? His seed?!"

"We slept together, yes, but I didn't mate your brother."

The dragon roared in Rusturak's face, who composed himself beautifully against the pelting storm of saliva.

"Got it out of your system?"

"What have you done to him?" Krelgor bared his teeth. "What have you done to my brother?!"

"I taught him a few useful things but I swear on all slits and cocks that I haven't bred him yet!"

"Yet?" the dragon sizzled, snout contorting in all manner of ways while his sharp teeth dripped with spite.

"I do plan to rub him under the tail when he's ready."

"Lies!" Vrelgor pushed into his brother, expecting the sting of a claw or the vengeance of a bite. "He's lying. We did nothing of that sort. None of us is like that!"

"Rrrrrrrr..." the dragon's chest rippled with an ominous growl. "His scent is embedded in your scales, little brother. How can I believe any word you say?"

Vrelgor ran out of words. He didn't know what to say, what to do. Even his brother's scent awakened true nightmares inside his head. His wings shuddered, then his legs stumbled on the ground as a wave of weakness traversed the blue dragon's form. His brother felt that. Scales rattled against scales as he moved around Vrelgor like a true friend.

Only he wasn't that. Krelgor was bigger, spikier, scary. His rumbling growl was about enough to make Vrelgor take off in panic, yet he somehow found the strength to stand his ground.

"Fraarrhh!" Krelgor opened his maw, displaying his menacing teeth before Rusturak. "You should feel him trembling. Oh, he is so scared right now. My smaller brother always disagreed with conflicts."

"Looks to me he disagrees with your presence, so why don't you turn the way you came and make this easy for all of us?"

"No chance," Krelgor snapped his jaws. "I will break you, then take my brother back under my wing. You have no idea about the threat that is coming this way."

Rusturak snorted. "Never had any problems until you came along."

"I won't be the only one, whelp. The humans are going to roll over this land like a storm of steel and destruction. Do you have any idea what they are capable of? I doubt it since there are no scars on your pristine hide, so let me elaborate."

"No. Don't. Please, brother, just..."

Krelgor ignored his smaller brother. "Humans are extremely territorial. They cling to their territories with their lives, same as us, only that they have a smarter system. You see, they send these hunting parties to track down dangerous dragons. You're probably insignificant to them, but I killed hundreds of their little expeditions. The last happened to scout the territory of a female not a day away from this place."

Vrelgor's wings jerked. Were those the humans he met? No...they were skilled. Too prepared to fall into an ambush.

"My brother seems to have knowledge of that particular group. Tell him, Vrelgor. Tell your friend how the kind humans allowed you leave unscathed."

"You...you killed them?" Vrelgor shivered with fear.

"Every last one of them," Krelgor snarled. "I wanted to do it when they ambushed you, but strangely enough they showed you mercy. You didn't honestly think I would allow you to go away on your own after our last disagreement, did you?"

"They were no threat to us!" Vrelgor hissed. "Why? Why did you-"

He was interrupted with a savage growl. "Because they annoyed me. Humans are so unpredictable. One day they are your allies, and in the next they stick a sword up your back. I don't intend to be the prey when I can be the predator, brother of mine."

"So you decided to unleash a full inquisition upon the whole part of this world, all by yourself, on account of doubts, fears, or whatever brews in that empty head of yours."

Krelgor turned towards Rusturak. "I do what I do for the sake of our species, you mindless hatchling. Dragons like you are the reason humans still exist. It is because you refuse to fight that many of our kin die in their caves. Hatchlings too young to fight are left motherless because you choose to protect the humans over your own!"

"War serves no sides. If we live in peace, maybe we can-"

"Grarr! There's no such thing as peace, only temporary reprieve. Do you honestly think the humans will give us their lands? Tilt their soil, grow their beasts, build their dens near our territories? No, because they never trusted us. That is why no dragon ever settled near human establishments. They are too dead to tell tales of the human's greed."

Rusturak settled on his haunches. "Fascinating tales, no doubt. You paint the picture of a dragon who has seen much, but fall short on elaborating a grounded opinion. You believe whatever suits your needs, and as such I shall take your words at their value, which sums up to...let's see...nothing."

Krelgor beat his wings. "Fight me, weakling. I will tear your wings off, then let you starve in human infested lands!"

"Finally, something of worth came out of your maw," Rusturak got onto his paws. "Where do you want to do this?"

"Pick, weakling."

"Skies. Somehow my wings feel less lazy than my paws."

Krelgor snarled. He unfurled his wings, then threw a quick glance at his brother. "You will not interfere in this. After I break this weakling, I am taking you back where you belong."

Rusturak was amused. "Such sweet, beautiful dreams you have, dragon. Up you go now. I have a fight to win this night."

Vrelgor tried to move, but his paws felt like boulders. He opened his mouth to speak, yet all that came out was a weak, strangled whimper. He just watched as his brother took to the darkened skies, followed closely by Rusturak. Damned perverted male, leaving without a thought. Was he even thinking? He was no match for a killer!

The light of the moon revealed the shapes of the two ascending dragons. From this distance they looked like avians squabbling over a dead hare, but Vrelgor knew what was about to happen. One deafening roar answered the other, and the dragons clashed inside the starlit sky with a flurry of teeth and claws.

Vrelgor tucked his wings closer to his body. He couldn't make out much from afar; only hear the terrible growls and vengeful roars as the dragons swept through the sky, one chasing the other. He worried for Rusturak's safety. The bronze dragon had been nothing but kind to him. Could he possibly win against a sturdy dragon like Krelgor and back up the words he confidently spoke earlier?

A pained growl erupted from above. Vrelgor's claws slid along the hardened stone. One of them got hurt. He squinted his eyes in the direction of the darkened shapes. A dragon flew under the moon, quickly followed by the other. They seemed to just fly...then in the next moment they clashed. Wings tangled together, and for a few moments the shapes mixed together.

Another roar came, louder than the last. Vrelgor's heart skipped a beat. One of the shapes was falling towards the forest, its wings beating awkwardly in the air, as if they were broken or ripped off.

Vrelgor was half tempted to take off and aid whoever fell, but the other shape was diving straight towards him. Vrelgor growled weakly.

"Rusturak...?"

The answer revealed itself to him soon enough. Spikes rolling along the spine, big, darkened wings, and a growl he could tell apart from a hundred others.

"No..." Vrelgor shielded himself with a wing when the stench of blood filled his nostrils. "No, no...It can't be!"

His wing was violently pushed away when the victorious dragon touched upon the cave's ledge. "Stop moaning and come with me."

"No!" Vrelgor snarled, forcing his brother on a defensive posture. "How could you kill him? He was a dragon and you killed him!

Krelgor tilted his head. He licked his snout off the stripes of blood, then fixed his eyes on his brother. "That big mouthed weakling got what he deserved, but no, I did not kill him. His bleeding injuries might do what my claws couldn't."

Vrelgor slowly backed away, but the bloodied dragon advanced towards him. "Come with me. Now. Or I will force you to."

"Leave! Leave! Why can't you just vanish and leave me alone?!"

Sharp, bloodied teeth snapped a claw's distance away from his nostrils, and Vrelgor froze. How could he even speak to this monster? His brother was almost fully covered in blood, the crimson fluid oozing from a good number of injuries. His wing membrane was torn in a few places, his chest marred by punctures, and wicked gashes tore through his armored scales along each hind leg. It was surprising how he maintained his composure. If Vrelgor was put in the same situation, he would have collapsed into misery a long time ago.

"Finally, a bit of silence," Krelgor tucked his wings with a strained growl. "I know you disapprove of my methods, and believe me, I know how hot your hatred can get, but right now we don't have time for such nonsense. The humans will be coming, each day, in greater numbers. You have to flee this forsaken territory, and you need a dragon at your side capable enough to protect you!"

"You're a beast..." Vrelgor hissed, forcing a growl out of his brother's throat.

"A beast who can defend himself unlike your bleeding friend. That mouth of his does not hold weight against dragons, least of all humans. He is weak, and in time he would have made you just the same. A pretty, obedient female he can mount and spill his filthy seed into whenever his cock lurches out in the open."

"He healed me!" Vrelgor suddenly snarled. "He took me in when you left me bleeding in the forest, hunted for me, even cared for me! You know nothing of affection or love. Nothing! You're just a beast who only knows how to cripple or kill!"

Krelgor drew his head back, vermilion eyes blinking while his head tilted this way and that as if he measured the weight of the words. "I will not apologize nor lie for the path I took. I did what I had to for the good of the nest. Our nest. Our family! This world is not made for the weak. I needed you strong, brother, not a hatchling that-"

"Enough!" Vrelgor hissed. "Just leave...if I hold at least a bit of value to you, you'll leave. I need to tend to my friend."

His brother growled at that, a series of sounds that heated the young blue's blood enough to do something stupid. He shoved his head into one of Krelgor's chest wounds, then took off the ledge with his brother's growls raging behind his tail. He didn't care how dangerous his brother was. Not when his friend was dying within his own territory.

Vrelgor found Rusturak in a clearing. One of his wings was twisted at an awkward angle, the membrane torn by rakes, his back bleeding from several vicious gashes.

"He's coming," Vrelgor rushed around Rusturak's body to nudge his head. "Can you fly? My brother is coming to kill us both!"

"He's not a killer..." Rusturak looked at Vrelgor. He had a hard time blinking, his emerald eyes soaked in fresh tears. "I met killers of kin before. Know how they fight. He aimed to injure. Wanted me down for another reason..."

"A lesson...? No, he's not like that. He's a beast! He's..." Vrelgor turned around when a heavy thump announced his brother's arrival.

The dark dragon advanced with determined steps towards the injured bronze.

"No. You're not killing him!" Vrelgor snarled defiantly.

"Out of my way, drake," Krelgor swiped his tail around, sending the smaller blue crashing into the grass. "If I wanted him dead, he would have been dead. Now look. What I am going to do to this weakling is exactly what other dragons will do to you unless you earn the strength to hold them back."

Vrelgor picked himself up. He saw his brother's head disappear under an upraised hind leg. Wet, licking sounds bloomed into existence. Vrelgor slowly moved around, his amber eyes narrowing as they spotted a glistening shape slowly protruding from the dragon's slit. Krelgor licked it with broad strokes , then coiled his tongue around the protruding half of his malehood, sucking his member with greedy slurps. His cock throbbed hard, again and again, expanding around the dragon's dripping tongue. His spaded head became more prominent, the ridges along the underside acquired sharper edges, and the bulged base grew bigger until whole thing plopped out of the growing slit, a messy girth that throbbed hard and often.

Krelgor placed his leg down, then slurped his tongue back inside his maw, snarling from the intense musk he just ingested. And that was not the end of it. Krelgor clearly had something else in mind as he pushed bronze's rump around with a front paw. Vrelgor was horrified to see Rusturak falling into a mating position. He raised his tail, effectively offering himself to the monster that broke his wing.

"What...what are you doing?" Vrelgor growled fearfully.

"Let him do what he wants," Rusturak said. "Do not interfere. This is between me and him."

"Yes," Krelgor growled with obvious pleasure. "Watch carefully, little brother. See what happens to those who are beneath me."

Krelgor slowly straddled the bronze dragon, front feet going around the wings while his hind ones bent towards Rusturak's rump low enough for that big, lubricated cock to press onto the bronze's exposed tailhole. Krelgor prodded around for a moment, then, as soon as he found his mark, he thrust his member through the widening tailhole, each ridge rolling along the ring of muscles until the dragon's slit smacked against the stretched muscles with a hard squelching sound.

Vrelgor shivered as a powerful growl exploded from his brother's throat. The dark dragon's wings shivered, and his tail trembled in the air as his whole cock was embraced by hard, squeezing muscles, each throb painfully visible to the young blue's eyes. His brother remained inside just a bit. When he pulled out, Rusturak's maw sizzled with a continuous growl, undoubtedly caused by the hard ridges rolling along his soft tailhole muscles.

Krelgor cared not one bit. As soon as three quarters of his cock were out in the open, he looked back towards his brother, bared his fangs, then thrust himself harder and faster, plugging the growling bronze down to his slit once again.

"Raaarrrrhhhh!" Rusturak's hind legs scratched at the ground. He was in terrible pain. He wanted to flee this monster. Not even a strong dragon like him could endure such humiliation.

Vrelgor's limbs tensed with urgency. He took a step forward.

Then Krelgor thrust himself in yet again.

Vrelgor took another step. The smell of blood turned into a choking haze the more he approached. Rivulets of blood trailed down Krelgor's scales, his open wounds oozing more and more each time his muscles tensed for another thrust. A sane dragon would have tended to them, but Krelgor was no mere dragon. The pain he felt was insignificant to the torment he wished to inflict upon his defeated opponent. His cock speared in without mercy, then rolled out just the same, a dark, glistening pole that smelled as vile as the blood it sheltered within its throbbing veins.

"Stop..." Vrelgor moaned softly.

"Said something?" his brother glanced back, then growled as his cock disappeared inside Rusturak's tailhole with a quaking shove that made the bronze tremble all over.

"I said stop! You've hurt him enough!"

"He doesn't seem to share your concern," Krelgor trailed his tongue mockingly along his opponent's neck. "What do you say, whelp? Am I too rough on you?"

"Are you fully inside yet? Because I can't feel a thing."

Krelgor snarled. "See, brother? He wants more. What kind of dragon would I be to deny such simple request?"

"Nrraaaarrrr!" Vrelgor charged at his brother. The dark tail swished around like a storm, taking him right in the neck, crumbling his balance with a single blow.

Vrelgor fell on his side, snapping and kicking at bare air.

"Stay out."

"Never...I'll never do that!"

Krelgor's tail whipped around a second time. Vrelgor quickly ducked under it, then lunged towards a hind leg. His brother expected that. He shifted his balance onto his other foot, then kicked Vrelgor in the snout with all the force he could muster.

The young blue stumbled back, blind to the tail that came from the side to smack him like a thundering blow. Once again he fell, choking and growling in pain as the ground wobbled under him.

"Predictable," Krelgor licked his snout, then turned back towards the bronze. "Shall we finish what we started, my dear defeated friend?"

"Only if you put it in already," Rusturak answered with a growl of his own.

That was a mistake, and everyone seemed to know it. Vrelgor's wings folded around his body to contain the cold shiver rushing along his spine. Rusturak's claws dug into the ground for extra support.

And Krelgor's fangs bared once again as a sizzling growl rushed through his clenched teeth. He didn't say anything. Why should he, when the slamming force of his thrusts drove his point straight in? He rammed himself in like a beast, faster, harder, filling the air with the sharp essence of his musk.

Vrelgor could barely watch the grisly sight. Many times he wanted to look away, but somehow his eyes always lingered upon the abused tail of his friend. Krelgor pounded Rusturak without mercy, slamming into him like an enraged beast.

Rusturak's tailhole started glistening around the edges, soon becoming a soaked mess as Krelgor's member flooded it with pre-seed. He was drawing closer towards the climax, a point heavily empathized by his rugged breath. He shoved himself in once, twice, thrice, then shifted his weight onto his flanks. His claws anchored his legs into the ground, forepaws gripping the bronze's sides for extra stability.

Rusturak hissed in pain. Vrelgor saw his brother's claws pierce through the bronze scales, but his attention was immediately stolen by the heavy squelches spurred by his member. This position gave him better balance, extra strength, and he put those to good use by testing the endurance of Rusturak's tailhole down to its very limits. His spaded head buried in, followed by lines of ridges that scratched along as they delved into the fleshy tunnel one by one, and when the last ridge disappeared inside the quivering shelter, the bulbous base shortly followed, stretching Rusturak's helpless tailhole with a sickening squelch. The proud bronze dragon was reduced to nothing more than a helpless female. He could do nothing but sit there, rumble, and take the beating of that savage cock until his assailant worked himself over the edge.

Vrelgor sensed the impending climax as soon as Krelgor's wings flared to the sides. His claws drew rakes along the ground, tail stretching in a line as the last thrust caused his slit to smack hard against Rusturak's wet tailhole. Krelgor tried to pull himself back, but his own tailbase spasmed violently, sending a surge straight through his slit.

Vrelgor's own claws curled as his brother exploded with a savage growl. He never heard such a sound before. Fierce, yet passionate, filled with the tormenting bliss of a powerful ejaculation. Krelgor remained stuck during the first spurt, but then he beat at the air with his wings, forcing himself up. His hind legs shifted around Rusturak's rump, dancing on the ground. It seemed silly, ridiculous even, but even a young dragon like Vrelgor realized what was happening. His brother was fitting his cock inside as deep as he could as not to waste a single drop of the hot seed traversing his spasming slit. Though Vrelgor saw no trace of his brother's cock, he had a painfully clear view of his tightening tailhole, which thrummed in spasming waves, each pump sending a fresh wave of seed into Rusturak's defenseless tailhole. Krelgor was enjoying himself a great deal. His whole body trembled with orgasmic bliss, then, after the fourth of fifth spurt, his maw descended upon Rusturak's neck, unleashing a sharp moan of pain from the captive dragon.

Vrelgor's heart skipped a beat. Seeing his brother cum inside his friend was one thing, but witnessing this act of aggression filled him with heated rage. He scrambled onto his paws, intending to unbalance his brother, but he was so imposing. So menacing. So...scary.

Vrelgor dropped back onto his belly, a prisoner to the harsh growls that filled the night and the musk spreading through the air. Krelgor seemed to have endless stamina. He remained inside for over a dozen throbs, keeping his slit pressed tight against his enemy's tailhole. Perhaps he favored the warmth of another male, or maybe he extracted enjoyment in having a squirming whelp crying under him.

Vrelgor couldn't tell which until his brother shoved himself back, coming loose with a sharp plop. Gushes of thick, pearlescent essence flowed in his wake, smearing the grass with a sticky sheen. After all that pounding, he still remained hard, drops of cum still oozing through his dripping cock. Krelgor lifted a leg to lick himself. He tongued his cock three times, slurped the fluid in, then fixed his eyes on his younger brother, nostrils twitching from the bounty of scents they just inhaled.

Vrelgor remained limp as his brother approached, bowing his neck until his scratched snout stood on the same level as his brother.

"You will learn from the mistakes you've made, brother."

That was all he said. Krelgor's tattered wings flared to the sides, then he took off into the starlit sky without a single sound.

"He...he left..." the blue blinked his amber eyes. "He...why? I...I can't understand why he would just leave."

"Come over here..." Rusturak's voice sounded eerily pleased.

Vrelgor shuddered back to awareness, crawling towards his friend with eager steps. He passed alongside Rusturak's tail, licking at the gashes marring the side of his flank. There was no growl, only a soft hissing sound, and Vrelgor slid his tongue over the wound until another scent captivated his nostrils. Slowly, he pushed his snout under the flank, where the musky smell of seed made his nostrils widen with interest. Vrelgor swiped his tongue around, meeting something hard, wet, and most importantly, thick.

"Mraawrrr..." Rusturak's rumbling growl passed along his chest. "Stop. I'm...I just..."

Vrelgor snarled with lust, the taste of fresh seed tingling the lips of his slit. There was more underneath the cock he just licked. He could smell it. The young blue pushed his snout into the ground, soaking his nostrils in a thick pool of lukewarm male essence. Heated by lust, he lapped into the pool of cum, bringing the precious fluid inside his salivating maw. The taste was just too enticing. Vrelgor pulled back, moaning helplessly as the taste of another's male cum went inside his nostrils with each breath he took.

"Yes, I might have enjoyed myself a little too much," Rusturak shifted on his side, lifting a leg to expose his dripping erection. "Your brother has a very fine cock. As soon as he put it inside me, I just couldn't help myself from...well, you know..."

Vrelgor washed through the puddle with a forepaw. It was so much. How? Was it even possible for a wounded dragon to extract pleasure from pain?

"You're surprised. I can read that on that trembling snout of yours. Do not concern yourself with my safety. I am fine. Mostly," Rusturak pointed his head towards his twisted wing joint. "This one might need a bit more than herbs to heal though. I'm thinking...right, I may need to ask you a favor. How rested are your wings, dear blue?"

Vrelgor blinked. He only realized he was being poked when teeth wrapped around his messy paw. "What are you doing?"

"Getting your attention," Rusturak said. "I need you to fly to a certain place and meet a creature that still holds interest to me."

"Fly away?" Vrelgor walked around his wounded friend. "You want me to leave you alone?"

Rusturak tried to contain himself, but the blue's poking snout was an infuriating thing. "You can barely stand," he slid along a shoulder wound. "Your wing is torn in four different places," then he licked through a gash, almost choking on the metallic taste of clogged blood. "Your hind legs barely have any scales left on them, and you want me to leave?"

"I'm still hard, aren't I?"

Vrelgor shoved his snout hard into the sensitive cock, forcing the words back into the bronze's maw, and getting a wing shoved in his face in the process.

"You're leaving."

"No chance!" Vrelgor pressed his head under Rusturak's neck. "You're wounded because of me. I'm not leaving you alone!"

"Stupid whelp. We're wasting precious time here. My apprentice has an elixir that can mend my broken wing within days, and you talk about licking my wounds and pampering me? Where is the sense in that?"

Vrelgor blinked. "Is that why-"

"Yes!" Rusturak hissed. "The faster you leave, the quicker I'll get my wing back. Is this reason enough for you to get on those lazy paws?"

Vrelgor stood up. "Where do I go?"

"Far enough to work an ache in your wings. Fly under the emerald star until you reach the red mountains, then look for the herb garden. You'll know which is which, assuming my assistant still works there. Chances are he is. That bastard fell in love with his plants a long time ago."

"Who is this assistant? A dragon?"

"You'll know when you see him. Goes by the name of Mink."

"So he's a weasel then?"

"Waste of time, waste of words. His real name is Dahrzin if it interests you. Now fly away already!"

"Will you be able to-"

"Suck my cock?" Rusturak licked around his protruding head. "Yes, I am quite sure I won't starve to death unless you fertilize Dahrzin's soil with your own essence."

"I'll be back quick," Vrelgor dashed a lick along his friend's cheek. "Be well."

"Look at the ground, young blue. My enjoyment is all over the place. Fly without worries. I'll be right where you left me...probably closer towards the river. Feeling a little thirsty, and no, your cock won't do it for now."

An enticing thought, to have his member unburdened, but release was not his main concern. Like his brother, Vrelgor flared his wings, then took off into the sky without glancing back. It was painful enough to witness Rusturak's downfall. Adding more pressure on the injury would only slow his wings down, so he focused on the emerald star and beat his wings with the wind, taking upon the fastest current he could find

***END OF CHAPTER 3***

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