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***Part 5 < Current chapter > Part 7***

Description: An unexpected meeting throws the young blue dragon's world upside down.

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Morning greeted them with a cloudy curtain of humidity. Vrelgor took to the ground. He was close enough to start tracking RuSturak by scent. Though the kobold on his back disagreed with the bouncy aspect of a dragon's excited steps, Vrelgor kept his speed up until he found RuSturak coiled up by the river's bank.

"He's sleeping, so I heavily advise against a-"

Vrelgor roared, and RuSturak drew up like a scared fawn, growling in pain as his broken wing jolted up.

"I told you!" The kobold hopped off, slapping the blue's head with a wing.

"Dahrzin?" RuSturak narrowed his eyes. "Why are you wearing that hideous strap-on?"

"It's a harness, scale-head. See these big sacks? They're what's going to make your wing right again."

"Not before I get a good taste of you. Come here."

Vrelgor's scales tingled with warmth as he watched the kobold hug the big bronze's snout. Rusturak's tongue was almost as big as the whole kobold, but that didn't prevent him from showing his affection to an old friend.

"Eek, I'm out. You can have my assistant. He's been getting hard over you ever since he landed in my garden!"

Vrelgor crawled into his friend's embrace. He closed his eyes as soon as that warm, caressing tongue washed over his head.

"I'm so glad to see you're safe."

"Grrr...just come under my wing."

"It's...you're..."

"Don't be a hatchling!"

Vrelgor found himself shoved on his side, then trapped under RuSturak's stronger body. That green tongue assaulted his entire face, rolling over his nostrils, poking inside his maw, annoying him in every conceivable way until Dahrzin jumped in.

"Alright, enough with the love. I have serious work to do here, so please find something else to drool on."

"Go," RuSturak nuzzled the smaller blue.

"But we barely-"

"We'll be together shortly, my dearest Blue."

Vrelgor dashed a quick lick between RuSturak's nostrils, then backed off to give Dahrzin the needed space. He jumped on and off the dragon's back, pouring his oils onto the broken scales and fitting the bones back together. It hurt to hear RuSturak's pained growls, but this was necessary to his recovery. He had to endure.

After Dahrzin finished, the three of them cuddled in a pile of limbs, tails, and wings.

"I've been telling your blue hatchling about my past."

"Which one?" Rusturak asked.

"The only one. Akerion, the stables, the horrible groans he made when he stroke himself. He fooled me so many times. I always thought he's on the brink of dying."

"Because he was more of a pig than a man!"

"How did you spend your time, fine licker of scales and cocks?" Dahrzin diverted the subject towards the licking bronze.

Rusturak was forced to shift his attention away from Vrelgor's rumbling neck. "I sat here, grooming myself all day, licking my slit when I grew bored or excited enough to do it. My little blue here has been in my thoughts almost permanently. He has the loveliest of tailholes, so snug and warm. You have to try it, Dahrzin."

"Already did," the kobold said proudly. "Tell him, blue. Tell him how you rolled your eyes into the back of your head when I brought you over the edge."

Vrelgor shivered even by thinking about it. "He had his whole tail inside me."

"Half, but-"

"It felt much more than that," Vrelgor interrupted. "He was rubbing me, over and over again, while his paws-"

"Hands."

"Paws were all over my cock. I never erupted harder than I did when-"

"Yes, yes, they all say that," Dahrzin pushed a hand into the Blue's maw to silence him. "I collected his seed in a waterskin. Can you believe that? Some cattle's skin, out of all things. Then I tasted him, and I think his seed is much sweeter than yours. What do you feed him? Fawns?"

"Cock," Rusturak rumbled with amusement.

Vrelgor was amused too, but his friend brought a good point. "I will hunt something for all of you. Stay here. I will be back before RuSturak reveals his secret."

"There's so many of them. Hard to pick when...."

The discussion was dwarfed by the beats of his wings. Vrelgor searched his territory for any signs of life, but nothing seemed to graze around the clearings. Even the river's bend was strangely absent of life, as if something or someone scared everything away.

A familiar scent entered Vrelgor's nostrils. The dragon angled towards a wide clearing, touching the ground with a soft growl.

"I'm surprised you came."

Vrelgor pulled his wings closer, but he didn't feel any more protected from his brother's austere gaze. He hoped he followed a wrong trail, or that the scent markings were older, yet instincts never lied. Krelgor approached with slow steps, his cerulean claws treading carefully along the ground.

"You seem tense. Had any troubles on the way back? I can smell no signs of conflict on you, which leads me to believe-"

"Say it."

The bigger dragon cocked his spiky head. "I caught your scent upon the wind before the sun started to rise. I have seen you reunite with your so called friends. Is it wrong for a sibling to worry about his nest mates?"

"You say that, but we both know how much you really care about me," Vrelgor dug his claws into the ground to steady himself against the shivers. "You wounded my friend. He's there because of you! I pushed my own wings on the verge of breaking, and now when I am finally back to help the dragon that cares for me, that appreciates me for who I am, you want to take that away?"

"You mistake intent. I'm not here to strip away these...creatures you happen to call friends."

"Then why?" Vrelgor growled. "Why have you come back to torment me? I told you to stay away. I...I..." Vrelgor's throat grew tighter as his brother's imposing form became bigger, and bigger, until his wide, moistened nostrils blew a gust of warm air upon Vrelgor's head. He shivered when Krelgor's snout made contact with his scales. Any touch from this monster opened old wounds. Vrelgor knew that if he let himself exposed, he would get harmed again.

But what could he do? He was weaker, untrained to fight humans, least other dragons, and had the courage of a weasel. Krelgor knew that. He saw every twitch of a wing, felt every shiver, and heard every pounding of a dragon's terrified heart.

"Calm yourself. I did not come here to harm you," Krelgor said as his snout moved along a shivering wing joint.

Vrelgor barely registered the touch. He was more used to his brother's claws shearing through his scales. At every moment he expected those sharp, cruel fangs to sink into his defenseless joint and shatter it, just like he did with RuSturak.

"You have indeed flown a long way," Krelgor walked around, sniffing along the scales, then up along the cerulean membrane of Vrelgor's wing. "I can smell the dryness of the abandoned lands upon your wings, though your feet treaded upon fresh vegetation. Curious. Is this why you brought the kobold with you? Because he knows herbs better than your friend?"

Vrelgor shifted his hind paw away from his brother's pestering snout. "Leave."

Krelgor picked his head up. He lifted his wing, draped it over his brother's shivering form, then slowly brushed along him, a soft, pleased growl seething in his throat. "I am going to leave as soon as you hear my proposition."

Vrelgor blinked his eyes. He couldn't deny that the warmth shared by his brother's body felt slightly soothing. He turned his head, looked into Krelgor's blazing eyes, then quickly dropped his head back towards the ground, afraid of what an improper choice of words might earn him.

"You are in fine condition, and I would like to keep you that way. Human hunters are already encroaching upon this territory. I mislead four groups and slain whatever I could, but they will be here within a few days. Their spells are going to tear your wings off. Their steel will break your scales, and I will not want to see my nest mate broken by these humans.

"I...I won't fight them."

"But they will fight you," Krelgor hissed. "I cannot worry about you and fight the humans at the same time. They either pull back, or you do. So tell me, brother of mine...is the kobold a master diplomat? Does your bronze friend have any ties with the humans?"

"I don't know," Vrelgor growled miserably. "Please...my friend...his wing will-"

"Even the ground below my feet is worth more than your friend. Fly to safety by the next sunrise, or I will take you back under my wing."

Vrelgor waited. A heartbeat passed, then two, and three, each thrumming pounding stronger than the last. Vrelgor's lips trembled with a mixture of feelings, but most of all, fear. Fear for his friends. Fear for his future.

"So that's why you came?" he turned his head towards his brother. "To threaten me again? Make sure that I'm safe while my friend pays the price for your mistakes?"

"If he can fly, he's free to join you."

"He can't! You broke his wing, remember? You threw him out of the sky like he was nothing, and that was still not enough. You took him in the tail, hurt him, abused him...and now you want me to abandon him? What if I say no? Will you force yourself upon me, just like you did with my friend?"

"I would never-"

"Just tell me! Stop lying to me all the time. You don't give a shit about me. All you want is a dragon to bite, to claw, to have your way with whenever you feel like!"

Vrelgor trailed off after that. He couldn't keep the pressure inside his chest any longer, so he broke down with a miserable growl. His paws became weak, his wings turned limp, and he collapsed upon the ground like a tree whose roots just got cut off. He wanted nothing more than to remain alone...

Yet his brother laid down next to him, every touch of his wing, every sliding motion of his snout a mocking annoyance to the blue dragon's shivering body.

"We had certain disagreements in the past, but I want you to know one thing. I always looked after you. The way I taught you pain...perhaps it was not the best approach I could take, but I would choose the sting of my claws against the cold steel of the humans without the shade of a doubt. Every time a scale falls, another one grows in its place, stronger, more resilient. That is the way of the world. The strong endure, while the weak perish. We are more than good fighters, brother. We are survivors, and if our parents remained in the nest for just a season longer, you would have understood why I did what I did."

"You're nothing like them," Vrelgor snorted.

"I am what they forced me to be. They left us both, brother. I was alone too. Have I told you why I killed my first human?"

"I don't care. Just...leave. I need to...I need..." Vrelgor pushed his snout inside a forepaw, trying to ignore his brother's taunting nuzzles.

"I was returning from a hunt. I caught a stag near the river we used to bathe in. He was big, too weighty to be carried in flight, so I made my way back, dragging my prey along the ground until a group of four humans came out of the trees. They pointed at my stag. I knew they wanted it, so I offered them my catch."

Vrelgor blinked. His brother, giving up something of his? This never happened before.

"Two of them took my prey away, but the third unsheathed his sword, big, almost as long as one of our legs, too heavy to be held with a single hand. He pointed the gleaming metal at my wing, then looked at me and asked me how I needed my wings if I dragged my prey like a common dog. I didn't know what dog was. I barely knew why he was pointing the metal at me, but as I sat there, lost in thought, scared of what could happen, an arrow flew from behind, piercing through my wing membrane. That's when all four of them charged me."

"But you survived," Vrelgor said silently.

"Barely," his brother said. "By the time the fight ended, I was bleeding worse than my prey."

"I...I remember when this happened. You left me alone for almost a full month."

"Andaros the Black followed the scent of blood until he found me, then took me under his wing. He cared for me, just like your bronze did...until one day he flew the cave to hunt and never returned. I found his headless body at the foot of his own mountain, slain by a party of dragon slayers. Only one of the humans who ambushed me survived. The one with the bow. He fled like a cowards, reinforced his numbers, and returned to quench his blood thirst. A good dragon died because I was too weak to fend off my attackers."

"It wasn't all your fault."

"It is," Krelgor bared his teeth. "Do not presume to know more than me. You don't know how many secrets I've kept from you. How many bleeding dragons I've seen, or how many humans I've slain. You know what was harder than cleansing our territory? Returning to you every few days. Lying about how harsh and unfair life truly is. You were the only good thing our parents left behind, and...in a way, you reminded me of the warmth we shared under their wing. That was another life, brother. I opened my eyes to the truth before you did, and I was not about to wait until the humans ambushed you too."

"That's why you changed," Vrelgor said softly.

"The dragons around us lost their territories. Most were killed. Some fled. We were the last two remaining, and you were but a hatchling still hoping for mother and father to return from their flight beyond the sea. I knew you couldn't survive on your own, and...I also knew what I had to do to strengthen your scales."

"Why couldn't you tell me?" Vrelgor pressed his snout straight against his brother's. "You lied to me all this time. You've inflicted pain, and agony, and made me hate you more than anything else in this world. Why? Tell me why!"

"Fear," Krelgor drew his head back, blinking. "Fear is what keeps you on guard. Fear is the shield against recklessness. I had to be the embodiment of everything you loathed, so that you had a reason to survive. We are all afraid of something, brother, and it's that fear that keeps us doing what we must to make sure what we fear most never comes to pass."

Vrelgor froze. All he heard was the pounding within his chest. His whole body felt tense, as if the danger was still here with him. He knew what Krelgor feared the most. Deep down, he always knew. And when his brother's warm tongue poked out from his maw to roll along his head, Vrelgor felt as if a humongous weight slid off from his burdened back.

Krelgor picked himself up after that. His wings fell back at his sides, and his warm snout soared out of Vrelgor's reach.

"You will tell your bronze to leave. Mention only the human threat. Everything else I said remains between us."

Vrelgor dipped his head in acknowledgement. He watched his brother take two steps towards his tail before his nostrils twitched with interest. Krelgor caught something. He sniffed the air a few more times, then dipped his snout, pushing a wing out of the way then shifting a leg so that Vrelgor's slit stood completely bare before his inquisitive nostrils.

It was warm, and moist. Vrelgor handled the warm puffs of air rolling along his slit well despite how weird this was. His brother never showed an interest in that place before, and now he seemed eager to take in the scents. Krelgor sniffed, and whiffed approaching closer until his nostrils made contact with the bare flesh.

Vrelgor's toes clenched, pressing the sharp tips of the claws into the pads of his feet. Heat rushed along his entire length, stifling and incredibly pleasant to his tightening muscles.

Krelgor nuzzled a few times, then slid his tongue along the fleshy rift. The teasing embrace of his tongue drew translucent moisture out of the crevice, an action that had both dragons part their maws and growl, Vrelgor with a soft, needy moan, and his brother with a sharper, heavier snarl. After he picked his head up, he dashed his tongue along his nose a couple of time to taste the scents.

"You're aroused."

Vrelgor didn't like the way his brother looked upon his exposed slit. He seemed eager for another taste. "I shared tales on my way back. It's...it's nothing. Just a sliver of..."

His words went back inside his maw as that hot tongue returned upon his bare slit. Vrelgor's wings stretched under the throes of this hot and exciting pleasure. His slit was more than eager to receive stimulation, even welcoming the intrusive tongue beneath its walls.

Krelgor dipped in his tip, then swallowed all the lubrication he could, rumbling with satisfaction.

"Scents never lie, brother. It is usually a parent's duty to taste the first release of their hatchlings. That way, they can tell if their offspring have fully matured, or if they are healthy enough to produce hatchlings of their own.

"Interesting, but...nghhrrrrr!" Another stroke forced Vrelgor's words to come to an abrupt ending. His brother was ravenous. He licked two times before he pulled back, teeth dripping with saliva.

"It would please me more than you think to be allowed to relieve you of your urges."

"No...that's...that's really not..."

"You want this. We both know it."

Vrelgor's wings shivered as heat slowly built beneath his clamping slit. Even without a stimulus, the walls of his slit became menacingly wet. Krelgor sniffed, growled, then placed his wet tongue upon the equally wet lips, bathing the receptive lips with quick strokes of his tongue while Vrelgor tensed and shivered, short growls escaping out of his maw every so often.

He tried to paw away at his brother head. Kick him, even, but his strikes were too feeble to push the determined dragon away. Krelgor licked a few more times, then shoved his snout hard against the sensitive opening, pushing his tongue through the layer of silky muscles and filling Vrelgor with an onrush of unstable pressure.

"Graaaarrrr!" the helpless blue parted his maw as that thick, silky tongue rubbed along his clamping walls until the sensitive head of his cock was barraged with ripples of stimulation. That was what Krelgor really wanted. He formed coils around it, then applied rhythmic pressure, tempting the sleeping cock with pounding stimulation until fresh blood made it twitch and jerk in its home.

Vrelgor tightened his slit muscles and mounted a shivering thrust, coaxing his wet cock with a moaning, trembling growl.

"Don't... please, don't," Vrelgor craned his head towards his splayed hind legs, watching his member grow along with his desire to spill its precious seed.

Krelgor licked his lips. His flaming eyes caught his brother's gaze for a just a fleeting moment. He didn't want to talk, but to lick.

That's when everything turned into a heated frenzy of lust. Krelgor was no longer interested in the damp slit. His moistened tongue licked around the barbed head of his brother's cock, ignoring the rumbling cries rolling out of the dragon's maw. As a male, Krelgor knew just how sensitive certain parts of a cock were. He rolled around the fleshy organ like a coiling snake, fueling the hard throbs that made Vrelgor harder, more sensitive to the slick heat that grabbed his cock. Why did it feel so good? He didn't want to be licked by his own brother, but that tongue's embrace felt absolutely divine.

"No...not there...not...grawwwwrrrrr!" Vrelgor sealed his eyes shut.

It wasn't long at all before Krelgor found the sensitive bulge that widened the walls of his fleshy slit, and when he did, he wrapped his tongue around and opened his maw. A sharp tug followed, then a cry of intense pleasure as Vrelgor's entire member forcefully entered a paradise of moisture and heat.

Vrelgor snapped his maw shut. He shivered with strained bliss, clawing at the air, shifting his tail along the grass while his cock tasted the heat of his brother's maw. It was wet, silky, and incredibly warm, enough to render even a full grown dragon helpless before the onslaught of heated tingles and raw, unbridled lust.

Vrelgor blinked a few times to clear the moisture forming inside his clear eyes, then looked. His brother's maw revealed itself to him, his pristine teeth exposed by his trembling lips, his fleshy tongue wrapped tightly around the pulsating organ to keep it fully inside. Strands of saliva dribbled down his jaw, mixing with the puddle of lubrication that made Vrelgor's slit squelch every time it clamped around his cock.

He felt exposed. Even afraid. But the warmth of his brother's maw overwhelmed is rational mind. When the dragon slurped the fluids inside his maw, thick, oppressive pressure embraced Vrelgor's member, forcing a crackling roar out of his throat along with rapid squirts of pre-seed. Although he fought hard to preserve his seed, Vrelgor could not deny how good it felt to be fully inside. Krelgor, RuSturak, Dahrzin...why did these name matter? A maw was still a maw, and this one worked very hard on stirring his raw need to breed. Krelgor was relentless. He slurped, squeezed, and wriggled his tongue around in ways no male could possibly resist.

Vrelgor was especially weak. This was his second time inside a maw, and he doubted he could last more than a few throbs. The scent of musk filled the air. The sounds of wet slits and throbbing cocks mixed with the pounding of his heart and the rough breaths rolling out of his maw. His cock was bare, defenseless, and most of all exposed to the whims of Krelgor's squeezing tongue, who craved for the taste of seed judging from the thick spire jutting between his own legs. Krelgor's tip was dripping with pre-seed. His slit was soaked, and his throbs hard and healthy. He too had a bulge around the base of his member, only that it was thicker, bigger, and proportionally more sensitive.

In the throes of his pleasure, Vrelgor slid his tongue out, desperate to get a taste of his brother's cock, but his own release was approaching incredibly quick. The heat kept building inside his slit, and Vrelgor's body shivered all the harder when Krelgor's forepaws fell upon his flanks. With a push, he spread the blue dragon's hind legs apart, laying his cock completely bare before the greedy suckling of his hungry maw.

Vrelgor's toes spread just like his wings, sharp and sudden. He threw his head back, gritted his jaws. He just couldn't last the milking tugs of that tongue any longer, so he unleashed a roar as mighty as the pressure rushing through his bloating cock. He erupted inside that hot maw like a pent-up geyser. Strings of seed appeared between Krelgor's teeth, but that was all he wasted. Krelgor's tongue squeezed hard around the knot, his lips fell back to protect the precious load, and his throat forced down the entire load of that slick, savory seed. The first taste was too much for Krelgor too, whose member drove sharp jets of cloudy fluid into the ground.

The smell of arousal and the vibrations traveling along his brother's maw quickened Vrelgor's release, keeping him in a state of pent-up arousal, urging him to spend as much seed as he could. Vrelgor no longer held himself back. He thrust into his brother's maw, pushing his spurting tip as deep as he could, wanting to leak out as much of his seed as he could into his brother's maw. Lodged all the way in, the desire to cum became overwhelming.

So Vrelgor pumped, on and on, tightening his tail muscles, forcing waves of blistering pleasure upon the secret nugget that blazed inside his tailhole. His slit tightened hard and fast, working the virile seed right out of that damp, squelching slit, squeezing his cock squeezed for all its worth. Throb by throb, spurt by spurt, the heat leaked out along with the dragon's rippling moans, and Krelgor suckled and swallowed, trying hard to match the volume of seed thrown inside the depths of his maw.

Vrelgor's climax ended like a sharp slope. The pleasure turned into pain as no more seed could be flushed out through his sensitive member.

That was Krelgor's cue to stop. The pressure eased, and fresh cold air rushed around Vrelgor's exposed cock. He found the strength to pick his head up to see Krelgor's tongue slowly unwrapping from the weakened member. His maw dribbled with strands of milky dragon essence, but he wasn't interested in cleaning at the moment. It was surprising how much he truly swallowed. Aside from a few small puddles littering the cerulean scales around the slit, Krelgor swallowed everything. He dashed his tongue along the oozing cock to make sure it was truly empty, then cleaned the remainders of seed and arousal from Vrelgor's trembling slit right under his eyes before rolling his tongue around his own maw to bring the gooey strands inside his messy maw.

Vrelgor stared for a moment, then switched his eyes upon his brother's erection. He was still hard, slapping against his belly with every vengeful throb. Vrelgor couldn't help himself. He rolled onto his belly, almost licking the tip were it not for his brother's shoving paw. Vrelgor freed himself and dashed a quick lick along the side of his snout. Krelgor was taken aback, allowing his smaller brother to score a few more licks. The taste of seed was all over his snout, making Vrelgor feel warmer, more wanted than usual.

"That is quite enough," the dragon stepped back.

"You are still hard," Vrelgor said. "Maybe you should-"

Krelgor drew back. "It is my concern, not yours. Clean yourself and return to your friends."

"Where will you go?" his smaller brother asked.

"I have to make sure we're safe until sunrise. Be on guard, brother."

Vrelgor turned towards the dead stag. He grabbed it in his maw, but found it too heavy to lift. As he dragged the stag along, just like his brother did, Krelgor's sharp growls rang behind him, mellow and strained. It was the first time he heard Krelgor make those kinds of growls, but he was not surprised. Release had a way of straining a dragon in many strange ways.

Vrelgor eventually made his way back to RuSturak. The bronze dragon was right where he left him, letting out a joyous growl as soon as the blue dragon appeared from the clutch of trees.

"Took you long enough."

"He eluded me for quite a bit," Vrelgor dragged the stag closer, then nuzzled his friend, getting an equally loving lick in return. "Where is Dahrzin? Did he fly back?"

"He left to gather some herbs. My wing is too big for him to handle."

"What isn't?" Vrelgor settled on his belly.

"I would say your cock, but the scent of seed lingering upon your slit determines that what you told me was a lie."

"I...I tried to focus on the hunt, but my cock had a will of its own." A lie, better fit than the truth.

"How did you do it?" RuSturak asked.

Vrelgor settled on his side, pawing at his friend's snout playfully while RuSturak tried to grab onto his fingers.

"I took myself inside my own maw, like you did the first time when I released."

"Oh yes, I remember that," RuSturak licked his snout fondly. "I never tasted such thick seed before. There were a few clumps in it. Almost had to chew through them."

"That's not true," Vrelgor growled.

"Ask Dahrzin when he comes back. He has quite a few tales to spin around beasts."

"He told me," Vrelgor said.

"Interesting. Did he tell you how our first time went?"

"He didn't get that far, but you have a bit more time than he does. How did you befriend this sneaky lizard?"

RuSturak brought his tail around, probably to cover his bulging slit more than making himself comfortable. "It is a long story, better left for later. You wanted to know how my first time went so that's what I'm going to talk about. It happened during a delivery task. We had leathers and furs strapped on our backs, and the weight was breaking our wings. We landed on a hill at night, and as we tried to massage each other's wings, Dahrzin had the wicked idea to grab my cock."

"Why? Was it out?" Vrelgor grabbed onto the bronze's tail to reveal the tip of his protruding cock.

"Shamefully, it was," RuSturak covered himself back. "I caught the scents of his slit a few times and couldn't keep myself back. So there we were. Two aroused males eager to spill their essence. What was the best way? What was the fairest way? I have a long enough neck to be able to service myself with but my kobold friend isn't quite as flexible as I am."

"He can stroke himself," Vrelgor suggested.

"Grah. Never use your paws to liberate yourself, my dear blue. Kobold hands are not that bad though. I let Dahrzin grab me a few times. He went inside my slit, then along my cock, lubricating me with my own arousal. An enticing sight, though not as arousing as the smells."

"Did you spill?"

"You think I'm that fast?" The bronze dragon growled as his wounded wing twitched. "I wanted to follow his plan. Dahrzin got me on my back. He grabbed my cock, wrapping both arms around it, then started stroking, up and down, his little fingers working some real magic into my aching rod. Now, that bastard was really enjoying himself. It must have been twenty strokes or so before he tried to fit my tip into his mouth."

Vrelgor blinked. "He tried?"

"He's a curious sort of bastard, but to me, the size of a mouth didn't matter when his tongue poked through my hole. My whole body seized up. I thought I was going to spill then and there!"

"But you didn't."

"Not yet," RuSturak agreed. "I mean, not until he started rubbing his own cock against mine. Imagine that...his little, throbbing member thrusting up and down along mine. I was surprised by how wicked he became, and it didn't take long before one of us burst."

"Dahrzin?"

"Yes. Him," RuSturak clawed at the ground. "He spewed his seed all over my cock, which triggered my own release. He actually tried to swallow my first spurt, but what is a kobold compared to a dragon? He got pushed back like a leaf crumbling under my paw, and instead of a mouthful, he got a splashing river that came down on us like rain."

Vrelgor licked his maw. He imagined how much seed a dragon like Rusturak could produce when pushed close to the edge. He could fill two waterskins and still have the capability to produce more.

"I got him covered from head to toes with my seed...and yes, he got his revenge by painting my cock with his own fluids. Didn't matter. We both had to clean each other up after that. I remember the taste. His was much saltier than mine. It almost resembled...cooked meat," the bronze dragon licked along his teeth.

"I never ate cooked meat," Vrelgor said.

"I'll tell him to start a fire when he returns. So...my dear blue...are you sure I can't get a taste of your own meat?"

Vrelgor lifted his leg, allowing Rusturak to lick and sniff at his slit, confident in his own capability of remaining completely uninterested in any form of stimulation.

"Nothing seems to happen," RuSturak said after he pulled back. "A shame, really."

"I'm spent. Maybe you should tell me a few more of these tales to stir the need."

"My pleasure. What would you like to know about, dear dragon?"

"Something about your past," the blue dragon said.

"My past? That's a strange topic, but if that is your desire, who I am to argue? Let's see...it all started when..."

***END OF CHAPTER 7***

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