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It wasn't too often that the weather would actually do the world a favor and keep a nice, warm breeze swirling around during the evening without the drench of a late, evening rain, but for once, it seemed that Kyntal and Enix would be able to go for a walk without having to sneak into a store, or trying to find a tree or huddle under.

Rain wasn't that deadly, of course. It just quite literally dampened the mood as much as it did the ground. Tonight was slightly different, however, and as the moon began to climb up into the loving embrace of the stars and street lights kicked on, the pair of dragons were refreshed to find that weather wasn't going to be an issue. In the late reaches of May, just before the summer became too sweltering to enjoy, both were smiling and carrying on, without much of a care in the world.

"Can't believe the rain finally moved out of the area," Enix said, walking at a rather lax pace. "I didn't think we'd be able to enjoy the outdoors again for a long time."

Kyntal gave a quick shrug of indifference. His shoulders, coated in scales of dark, onyx black, rolled back away from the proud, vibrantly red scales upon his chest and underbelly. "Eh. It's nice, but I wouldn't mind it being a little hotter outside," he admitted, lending a hint to the nearly pyromaniacal nature that was so very true of him. "I'd almost rather it would rain if it's going to be this cool."

Enix chuckled and gave a quick shake of the head. "You're out of your mind. This weather is perfect," he suggested, as he turned his head upward to gaze at the full, brilliant light of the moon. It rained down upon his slightly less vibrant, though still thoroughly attractive scales, his own hide carrying a set of soft, gray scales upon the underbelly, ones that ran all the way down to the tip of his tail.

Inside, he wished that the street lights would all fail so that he could see the true reaches of the stars, twinkling back against the brilliance of his own emerald orbs, uninhibited by light pollution, but for the moment, he simply had to settle and wait for the darkness to take enough of a presence.

"If you say so," Kyntal replied dryly. He was more than happy to be out and about, though he really wouldn't have minded one bit if nature's thermostat decided to jump a couple degrees higher. "Is there a meteor plummeting at us, or did your neck get a cramp?" he asked, giving a curious, and perhaps a little snarky glance over at Enix, fixating his cool, icy blue eyes upon him.

Blinking and glancing back down at Kyntal, Enix chuckled quietly and scratched the back of his head, allowing his claws to run down and between the small crest of scaled flesh that sat between his wings. "Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away with star-gazing," he confessed. "It's really such a perfect night that it's a shame we can't get a better look at things."

"Not downtown, anyway," Kyntal agreed. "We'd have to head pretty far out to the outskirts if you really wanted to get a better look at things."

There weren't a ton of people wandering around downtown that evening, but there were enough to remind Enix of the fact that there were other people around. It was peaceful enough, though he couldn't deny the allure of having a slightly more private, darker retreat to enjoy the sight of the stars in. "Dunno if it's worth that much trouble," Enix suggested, "But perhaps on a warmer night, we could head out to the forests and get a real look at how beautiful the sky can be."

Smiling at the suggestion, Kyntal kicked something along on the ground as he walked, not taking a moment to pay attention to what it actually was. "Count me in," he replied, still kicking the random object along as he walked, batting it around with the very tips of his claws. "If you don't mind walking a little bit off of the beaten path, we could always head to the park across the street and try to get away from the street lights, at least."

"Actually, that's not a bad idea," Enix said, thinking out loud as much as he was replying. "I do suppose the lights won't be quite as bright there."

"Not even a little bit."

Gazing across the road from the sidewalk, Enix saw the welcoming entrance of the park, surrounded by tall, proud trees and a small fence of thick, black bars of iron. The park was supposed to be closed after dark, and it was likely that there would be a city guard or two patrolling the area, but it wasn't like they'd be in any sort of serious trouble if they were caught, as far as Enix was concerned.

Could be worth the risk to get a better look, Enix thought, as he started walking across the street the moment that the pair of dragons came to a crosswalk. "I'm game, if you don't mind hopping a fence."

Showing a rather impressive amount of dexterity in the way that he still managed to kick the small piece of garbage around, even as he turned, Kyntal followed just a half a step behind Enix, allowing him to be in charge of the excursion. "Works for me. I just hope you have a good alibi thought up for when the police arrive."

"I sincerely doubt the police would really care about a couple of people stargazing on the lawn," Enix said as he rolled his emerald orbs. They were rather close in color to the full, healthy leaves that hung down from each of the trees around the gate, something that Kyntal kept in the back of his mind as they easily crossed the street and came to the gates of the fence.

For whatever reason, they'd been left open even after the park was closed, so jumping the fence became entirely unnecessary.

"If you're so sure, why are you hesitating?" Kyntal asked, his muzzled curled up into a playful, teasing grin as Enix slowed his pace.

Darting his eyes back and forth as if they were about to rob a bank, rather than simply trespass overnight, Enix hadn't even realized just how slow his stride had become, but sure enough, his legs were moving at such a snail's pace that Kyntal nearly walked right into the back of him. "I'm just being cautious, okay?" he pointed out, as he crept through the open gates and moved along, keeping his sharp, smooth ears perked up to the sound of anyone who might be walking by. "I don't really feel like getting hassled by the police tonight."

"Can't imagine why you would," Kyntal joked, filling Enix's ears with the sound of garbage, still being kicked around by the ever patient Kyntal. What seemed to be a task that he was doing to pass the time was clearly planned out, and though Enix hadn't seen what the rubbish was, his ears started to flatten on either side of his horns when he took a quick look at the ground.

"Kyntal..."

"Yes, Enix?"

Enix felt as though his legs were trapped in cement as his eyes gazed over the discarded item, but he tried to walk that much faster, hoping that he could take his mind off of it as he walked further into the park, and further away from other people. "Why are you kicking that piece of rubbish around, still?"

"I thought perhaps we could find a garbage can in this park to drop it in," he replied, his fangs starting to peek past his muzzle as he tried to keep up with the new pace.

"We passed several on the way here!"

"Oh, did we?" Kyntal asked, doing his best to act playfully clueless. "I must have missed them. I'm terribly sorry."

"Don't you give me that line!" Enix shot back at him, his wings folding in tight to his back as he tried to turn his focus back to the enchanting light of the moon. Deeper in the park, with the usual path lights turned off, the reach of the twinkling stars in the sky was that much greater, but now, there was something else dominating every corner of Enix's mind. "You know exactly what you're doing!"

"Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't. It could really be either one."

Enix gritted his fangs together for a moment and narrowed his eyes on Kyntal. The stronger of the two dragons was teasing him relentlessly, and as much as he wanted to escape the taunts, his claws dug into the dirt of the ground, and his legs finally came to a halt as he realized he couldn't outrun his problem. Bathed in the silvery, glimmering light of the moon, he turned back and glared at Kyntal, wishing that he could ignore the small piece of trash upon the ground.

To those who didn't know, it would seem a rather silly thing for Enix to get worked up about, but Kyntal knew him better than perhaps anyone else, and was well aware of what just the sight of an old cigarette pack could do to him. Bright blue around the body with a border of white upon the top, it was an entirely unassuming object, but now, it was all that Enix could think about as he tried to ignore the very tip of his manhood, starting to poke out of his sheath.

"I'm sorry, Enix. Did I irk you, by chance?"

Eyes of emerald were burning to a near jade, as finely notched horns wished that they could bend in Kyntal's direction. "You know damn well what you did, Kyntal. It's no wonder you suggested the park...there won't be anyone to interrupt you."

" Us."

Groaning, Enix shook his head and tried to resist the moment, knowing that being caught was a rather isolated risk, but it was still one that he couldn't ignore. "We...we're not doing this."

"Yes, we are," Kyntal replied, the spikes upon the end of his tail swishing about as the rest of the appendage waved back and forth, as if he was taunting Enix.

"I said no, Kyntal."

Kicking the discarded pack up into one of his paws using the surprisingly skillful claws upon his feet, Kyntal held the old tobacco packaging rather delicately as he closed the small distance between himself and Enix. The latter stood still, feeling as though he was frozen in time, unable to entirely resist what was coming.

His better sensibilities told him to leave the park and run home, to try and deal with the problem firsthand.

Kyntal, however, wasn't going to allow that. "You think you said no, but I can see hints of 'yes' in your eyes, Enix...and in other parts of you."

Enix shuddered as he felt the packaging of the old, thrown away tobacco pack brushing along the underside of his soft, swollen orbs. His claws dug into the ground beneath him as the rather smooth material continued to glide up and brush over the tip of his emerging cock, now only growing faster as Kyntal teased his body as much as he'd already teased his mind. "D-damn...damn you, Kyntal..."

"Music to my ears," Kyntal replied tauntingly, as he pressed the open end of the pack over Enix's growing length. He held it there until he could feel the tip of the thick member straining to burst through the bottom of the pack, and his face twisted up in mild discomfort as Kyntal grinned, refusing to move his paw. "Oh my, what do we have here? A nice, tobacco scented treat for me to enjoy?"

"Don't you d-dare, Kyntal," Enix immediately replied, trying to keep him from going any further, but his righteous sensibilities were no match for the arousal that was running through his body with reckless abandon. It flowed through his veins every bit as naturally as the blood that they carried, and more of that same essence was due to come to the surface as Kyntal leaned his head forward, taking a rapid and unexpected bite from the side of Enix's neck.

The discarded pack finally buckled under the sudden, jutting exposure of Enix's length. As fangs sunk into the scales upon his neck, his cock simply erupted forward and managed to press through the bottom of the carton, leaving it to act like a sleeve as Kyntal stroked it along the wide, enticing flesh.

"There's no use pretending," Kyntal whispered, though there was an authority to his voice that allowed his whisper to nearly buckle Enix all over again. "Your body has already told me everything that your voice refuses to."

Fangs sunk in once again, and as Enix bit down on his own lower lip, he could feel his ability to suppress his moans fading by the fiber, like the straining ends of a frayed rope. One by one, each fiber would tear away, leaving tiny grunts to escape his lips, until finally...

"O-oh...g-gods...Kyntal! Nnngh!" Enix tried to bit down on his lip once again, but the moan was already out of his muzzle and spurring Kyntal on. "Don't...p-please don't..."

"Don't what?" Kyntal asked, cutting Enix off and grinning gleefully as he did. He could feel the first tiny drops of precum spilling from Enix and staining the discarded packaging as the strokes piled up, and before long, Enix was nearly leaning over on Kyntal, trying to brace himself on the smaller dragon, knowing that his legs wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer, much less the rest of his body.

Taking in a deep, sharp breath and letting out a shuddering, broken exhale, Enix felt his resistance to the moment entirely lost to the pleasure that Kyntal provided. "P-please don't stop," he groaned, tilting his head back just slightly, until the horns upon his forehead nearly brushed against the peaks of his shoulders. His lithe, delicately muscled form shook and trembled as Kyntal treated the old tobacco pack as a cock sleeve, using it to stroke Enix off in a way that was entirely lewd...it was depraved, even, but it was the perfect turn on for the dragons to share, as Kyntal worked the slightly smaller dragon that much closer to an orgasm.

The faded, weak scent of tobacco mingled with Enix's member with each and every pass of the empty sleeve over it, creating a pleasant and intoxicating aroma that made it that much harder for Kyntal not to join in on the fun. He was enjoying himself just watching Enix squirm, and he knew that the poor creature wouldn't last too much longer in such skillful paws, but he wasn't going to take any mercy on Enix that evening...not then, and certainly not later, with plenty of plans on his mind.

"Goodness, listen to you begging like a little bitch already..." Kyntal mentioned, not allowing Enix to ignore his sense of shame, even as it dwindled away in the heat of the moment. Out in public, if one had any shame, it was sure to come to the surface during a sexual confrontation, and Kyntal knew that he could make Enix groan with bashfulness if he simply pushed the envelope. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were about to cum all over this poor, abused pack..."

Gritting his fangs together and wincing his eyes shut tight, Enix sucked in a deep, gasping breath and tried to restrain his orgasm. It was unfair, having Kyntal know him so well that he could literally plan such a situation if he wanted to, just to tease and taunt Enix. The only benefit of the moment was that Kyntal seemed intent on making the larger dragon reach a climax, and as Enix felt the familiar loss of control in his hips that said he'd gone too far, Kyntal only stroked harder, crumpling the empty pack in his efforts and watching as thin streaks of precum stained the once vibrant coloration it held.

"N-no...I'm not, I won't! Enix protested, but if his words were to carry weight, they wouldn't even reach an ounce. His knees turned in and buckled as Kyntal gave a fierce, powerful thrust, squeezing the base of Enix's cock and stroking forward, just in time to watch a thick, oozing mess of cum spill from the very tip, drooling out of his urethra. It was just the teaser for the rest, as Kyntal stood to the side and watched a streak of hot, sticky seed spray across the dirt and asphalt path of the park, soaking right into the ground as it landed and kicking up tiny particles of dust in the process. "G'damn...I can't help it, K-Kyntal! Fuuuuuck...I'm cumming!"

Kyntal only snickered as he gently and slowly stroked the messy pack back and forth over Enix's length, working it in rhythm with the pulses that he felt in the throbbing flesh. His paw reached the very end of Enix's cock each time it pulsed, helping to add an impressive distance to the streaking seed as it flew across the empty air of the evening. "Cumming? Yeah, I can see that," he replied, his sense of humor as dry as ever, even in the heat of Enix's rather violent climax. He stroked continuously, not slowly his pace until he was sure that every drop of the mess was free from Enix, and once he was satisfied with his efforts, Kyntal pulled the cum-riddled pack away...and held it up in front of Enix's muzzle.

"Kyntal...y-you can't..."

"Can and will," he replied right away, not giving Enix the chance to defend himself. "You made a mess of this poor, innocent pack...broke the bottom right out of it, too! I'd dare to say you owe it a little tongue bath..."

Enix frowned and wrinkled his muzzle, wanting to look away from the item that Kyntal held, but he knew that he wasn't going to escape the moment so easily. In body, Enix was theoretically still free, but in mind and spirit, Kyntal controlled him, owned him, dominated him. "But...but I..."

"If you're going to protest, you could at least have a little conviction about it," Kyntal suggested, even as he slowly pushed the crumpled pack against Enix's face and forced the mystical taste of mingled, draconic cum and faint scents of tobacco on the larger of the two dragons, watching him with an expectant glare.

Hesitation didn't begin to describe the look in Enix's eyes, but after what felt like minutes and was really only seconds, Enix finally slipped his tongue forth and orally examined the package, and much to his delight, the taste of his own seed wasn't too bad. Lacing it with the familiar and enticing scents of the ground leaves gave it an edge that he found rather to his liking, and within moments, he was holding the carton himself, licking his own cum from every single inch of the surface, evening knowing just how dirty it might have been, with no idea where it had come from.

"Atta boy...I knew you had it in you," Kyntal offered as a real compliment to Enix, something that the larger of the two dragons wasn't entirely used to. "Be a dear and hold that for me, would you?"

Without thinking about it, Enix complied, finding his mind rather occupied by the unique combination of the two flavors he was enjoying. He was still quietly cursing his luck, that Kyntal had just happened to find a discarded cigarette pack lying around.

He also didn't know that his luck was about to get that much worse.

"Well, well...what on earth do we have here?"

Kyntal hadn't gone too far. He'd only taken a couple steps back, and Enix could already see that he was starting to change shape, but as much as that thought bewildered him slightly, he felt his ears drooping once again as something seemed to be sitting right under the crushing pads of Kyntal's footpaws. "Seems that we have a spare tobacco pouch lying around...must have just kicked up in the dust! What are the odds of that, Enix?"

Enix was in such disbelief that he couldn't formulate a proper reply, leaving his face to look slightly comical as his own seed stuck to the front of his muzzle, while his tongue paused mid-lick, as though it were stuck to a frozen pole.

"Sad, really, the kind of trash that people will just leave floating around in a park. I thought these were supposed to be clean places," Kyntal said, thinking out loud as he picked up the empty tobacco pouch and held it in his paws, knowing it would be a little safer there, at least for the moment. Watching Enix with a grin that could kill a lesser man, Kyntal grunted quietly as his wings began to grow wider from the base of his back, and his whole upper body heaved forward with the growing weight of his changing figure. His shoulder blades rose up, and his body, already fitting for the title of a warrior, became thicker and fuller with each breath, until his upper weight was so great that he finally fell forward, almost crushing the tiny package under his paw as it slammed into the ground.

Enix stood back a step or two and watched as Kyntal took a step closer to him, his body changing the entire time that he did. It wasn't as if Enix were unaware of Kyntal's ability to change, but each and every time he saw it, he was caught off guard by it, and in a moment like this, he couldn't fathom why Kyntal would be transforming in the first place. He could only try to fight his panic as Kyntal's legs, already thick and proud, started growing wider and fuller with muscles that rippled uncontrollably. His neck, especially, began to expand as Kyntal leaned forward, the heavier compliment of muscles being the perfect suit for taking a quadrupedal form. Tilting his head up and eyeing Enix with all of the malicious intent that he had, Kyntal snickered and let out a heavy breath, kicking up some of the dust from the path as Enix tried his best to stare the powerful dragon down.

"I don't know if I want to hang around for whatever it is you're planning," Enix admitted, as he dropped the previously used pack from his paw and took another step back. He knew that, as quick as he was, he couldn't hope to escape Kyntal when he'd finally reached his full size, and trying to do that would likely only prolong his suffering. Standing his ground and trying to look courageous, Enix watched the rest of Kyntal's impressive transformation, as the already sizable member between his legs, normally hidden behind a sheath, began to pop forth from the flesh covering, growing too large for his original torso to contain. That little preview was soon taken away from Enix as the rest of his body grew to compensate, but when all was said and done, and Kyntal was letting out a full, deep breath of relief, Enix had mixed feelings about just how enticing the massive rod looked.

Tasty, I bet, Enix thought, But it would probably end up ripping me in two if I ever let it inside of me...

It was a morbid thought, but one that Enix would have to come to terms with as Kyntal stomped his massive paws on the ground, looming just over Enix when all was finally settled. He'd been smaller than Enix to begin with, but now that he was entirely in a feral state, he stood far taller than Enix, even when he was on all fours. It was imposing to say the very least, and Enix trembled as Kyntal looked upon him like he was nothing more than a midnight snack.

"Don't tell me that you're still thinking about running off," Kyntal muttered, his breath heated and heavy as it bellowed over Enix, leaving the now much smaller dragon to stand helplessly before his mental captor. "The real fun was just about to begin, after all!"

"I think we've already had plenty of fun," Enix reminded him, even going so far as to gesture at the way his cock now hung down between his legs, having softened after the powerful orgasm it underwent.

Kyntal shook his head just slightly. "How very selfish of you, Enix," he replied, closing his eyes and looking every bit as displeased as his voice would lend Enix to think. "Sure, you were able to attain a climax, but I haven't so much as been touched! That doesn't seem very fair to me..."

"I didn't exactly ask for the handjob, Kyntal."

"And I'm not asking you to cooperate," Kyntal grunted. "I'm telling you what's going to happen..."

Taking just a slight turn away from Kyntal, Enix had one last thought in his mind to take off into the open expanses of the park, sure that he could hide from whatever devious acts Kyntal had planned.

He was one step too slow, and he could actually feel the whipping breeze coming from Kyntal's gigantic wings as he lunged forward and caught Enix, knocking him down the moment that his body fully turned away. "I don't recall saying that you could go anywhere," Kyntal explained himself, as he rested his paws on either side of the now smaller dragon. He stood over the top of him on all fours, but in their wildly different sizes, Kyntal was so high up over Enix that even as his cock began to emerge from the sheath, it was too high to actually penetrate the submissive creature. It merely came to rest upon the base of his lower back, just above his tail...sitting about as thick as the long, prehensile appendage, as well. Merely under that weight, Enix found his paws bracing into the ground as it felt as though the full, hanging length might be enough to keep him pinned.

"There's...there's no way I can take that thing!" Enix cried out, looking up and over his shoulder at Kyntal, but all he was able to see were the rigid scales that carried down his underbelly, thanks to their different forms. "I...I can't..."

"Can't help feeling like this is a huge turn on for you?" Kyntal asked, snickering all the way through his question. "I can smell the arousal on you, Enix...just the thought of even trying to take my cock is making your nice and stiff all over again. Poor boy...seems to me like you need another orgasm, after all!"

"No, t-that...that's not what I was trying to say!" Enix tried to explain, though he couldn't quite find whatever words he actually was looking for.

Kyntal seemed to think that he had them. "Maybe not what you were trying for, but it's what you wanted to say, and that's what makes all of the difference in the world," he suggested. His precum was already spilling over the soft, light blue markings between Enix's wings, and with his simply impressive size, just a sample of his precum was nearly a puddle on the smaller dragon, and one that had an entirely lewd double use. Enix was still unsure of himself, until he felt the thin, slippery liquid pouring down around the base of his tail and tickling over the tight, squeezing pucker of his tailhole, moistening it with surprising effectiveness. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind sharing a little romp with a horny, feral dragon...especially with a certain scent still poisoning your muzzle."

In his fear and juxtaposed lust, Enix nearly forgot about the tantalizing scent that was the cause for all of this trouble in the first place, but just at the mention of it, he found it swimming around in his mind. It was only growing worse as one of the paws of the much larger Kyntal shifted the empty tobacco pouch around on the ground, moving it closer to Enix's nostrils once again, and making sure to keep it in control enough that the smaller dragon couldn't push it away. "It's...quite an enticing offer, I w-won't deny."

Trembling lips and stumbling words couldn't be helped, and they only served to turn Kyntal on that much further as he leaned his hips back. Still drooling slowly and beginning to throb at the air, Kyntal lined the very tip of his length up with the underside of Enix's tail, able to feel, just by warmth alone, where his target was. The slippery, lubricated orifice was quick to tense up at even the most gentle and cautionary prods, but Enix did his best to relax when he felt the large, thick rod of flesh trying to penetrate his tight passage.

No amount of relaxation would take away the initial sting of something so massive forcing entry into his body. Gritting his fangs together and wincing in deeply through his nostrils, Enix was fortunate enough to get another solid whiff of the shredded leaves from the empty pouch, helping his body to relax just enough that the powerful, domineering head of Kyntal's cock didn't simply tear him apart as it entered him.

"What a tight, squirmy little cocksleeve...I don't think I'm gonna fit after all!" Kyntal chastised his smaller lover, and even his as he warned Enix of the danger, his hips still pressed forward, refusing to slow their assault on the smaller body. "D-doesn't mean I'm not gonna try to find out, though..."

Just the idea of taking such a large insertion was enough to keep Enix down on all fours, yielding to whatever Kyntal could cook up. After having such a recent orgasm, however, he was going to need a little assistance getting back to that point, and just taking a massive cock in his backside might not be the push that he needed.

Kyntal was full of tricks, however, and one of them in particular was sure to help Enix get back to that point.

"G-Go easy!" Enix cried out, his voice wobbling faintly as he tried, in vain, to adjust to the first few inches of Kyntal penetrating him. His inner walls were a deliciously hot and tight welcome for the larger dragon, who tilted his head back in ecstasy and continued to push, knowing that Enix would struggle with the girth. He wouldn't dare to stop, now that he was started, and things only became that much more painful for Enix as Kyntal reared back just a little bit further and lunged down, latching his massive jaws around Enix's neck and biting in with a ferocity much greater than he'd exhibited earlier. "That's not any easier! Gods...it's...it's t-too much, Kyntal!"

The cries of pain ringing out from Enix didn't dissuade Kyntal one bit. Even when he felt the familiar, dripping warmth of blood running over the pearly, white chitin of his fangs, he refused to release Enix, even biting in just a little bit harder and reminding the smaller dragon that he wasn't in any position to complain, argue about his pain, or even try to escape. His life was forfeit, nothing more than a toy for Kyntal to do whatever he wanted with, and at the moment, it seemed the larger of the two dragons was content to finally slide his hips back just a little bit, and engage a second thrust, just a little bit quicker than the one before. It seemed a slow and easy pace, but given how much larger Kyntal was, it was impressive that Enix hadn't passed out from the first heavy, pressing move.

At the crest of the second one, as the very tip of Kyntal's length began to press mercilessly against Enix's prostate, he really didn't think he was going to survive the ordeal. An overwhelming and uncontrollable blend of pain and pleasure rocked his every nerve ending as he was completely controlled by Kyntal, and even more specifically, by the impressive, towering hunk of flesh that filled his body well to the point of capacity. "Seems like you're having a little trouble staying with me," Kyntal claimed, able to see the glazed look in Enix's eyes as he struggled with his own consciousness.

Whatever it was that ran through his mind to make him think an arrogant response would help, Enix would be quick to regret it. "Nope. N-not even a little bit!" he tried to reply calmly, though his voice still rose and yelled out as he felt Kyntal thrusting again. With a rhythm finally established, the larger dragon could focus on his own pleasure and work toward a climax, if he really wanted to...

...And of course, he did, but he couldn't let Enix off the hook for that quick, little jab. "Guess I have been going too easy on you," Kyntal agreed, flashing all of his fangs in a terrifying, downright evil grin. His paws were plenty massive enough to wrap around the front of Enix's muzzle, and keeping the tobacco pouch just under the smaller dragon to keep the aroma fresh on his mind, his used the other one of his front paws to slowly smother Enix, just a little bit at a time.

What...what is he doing? Enix wondered, not noticing any real change at first, but as the thrusts carried on and pleasure built up in the pits of his body, Enix could feel a truly dreamy, floating sensation building up in his mind. It was as if he was having an out of body experience, and only then did he realize just how tight the grip was around the front of his muzzle. Kyntal was allowing him to draw just enough breath to stay conscious, and each breath that he took was smaller than the one before.

Now, Enix really was racing the clock to reach his second orgasm, and Kyntal could tell that he was getting rather close. Each time his massive paw brushed out of the way and allowed Enix even a single breath, the smaller dragon drew in as much oxygen as he could, but it was never enough for him to catch his breath. A sensation akin to choking made his throat feel that much tighter than it really was, even with the light trickle of blood oozing down the side of it, and even if he wanted to focus on that, he simply couldn't, as the massive, thick cock of Kyntal slammed into his ass with merciless force, spreading his tailhole and leaving it to gape wide open when Kyntal paused his pace for even a moment.

"Wish I c-could see just how much you w-were gaping," Kyntal grunted, trying to ignore the trembling in his own voice. He was plenty dominant enough to control Enix, but it was hard to hide the pleasure and enjoyment in his voice as his cock was being milk so wonderfully by Enix's encompassing walls. Stuffing his length back in and knowing that he was rather close himself, Kyntal picked up his speed and began to take out all of his frustrations on the poor, smaller beast, allowing Enix to take as much of his cock as his body would quite literally handle. Precum was already spilling out of his body and down between his thighs as Enix clung to the very last strands of his consciousness, but they were fading by the dozens, until his coming orgasm felt like the only one left.

Thinking fast, Kyntal grabbed the empty tobacco pouch and yanked it back, holding it under Enix's manhood as he felt a familiar clenching around the very tip of his cock. It was unconscious, but Enix was finally at the peak of his pleasure, and his body was responding in kind, clamping down on Kyntal and trying to milk the seed out of the larger dragon, all while his own started to spill out and pour down in a lazy, thick stream to the empty tobacco pouch.

"That's it, boy..." Kyntal grunted in delight, looking back between his own legs to watch the careless mess pour down into the packaging, "Fill that pouch up, Enix...the s-same way I'm gonna fill you up...f-fuck...yes...such a tight little bitch...I c-can't take it! Damn!"

Cries of elation the likes of which Enix had never heard from Kyntal erupted into the night sky and filled the park with echoes of pleasure as the larger dragon finally ran into his peak, and his orgasm fell upon him like a ton of bricks, buckling his massive legs and leaving him to lean on the tired, defeated form of Enix. His cock burst from the tip, leaving a flood of thick, sticky white cum across every inch of Enix's inner muscles and painting the gaping passage that was once his tight, cute little pucker. His tailhole oozed with the excess cum that it couldn't possibly handle, and as Kyntal fell free from the stretched orifice, he allowed his cock to literally cover the back of Enix's thighs in a fresh coating of his essence, almost literally painting the lower half of the smaller dragon in a creamy, slick white.

Still writhing around with his own pleasure, Kyntal slowly fell down and away from Enix, his cock spilling the very last vestiges of his seed into the dirty path as he collapsed. It was rare that he was able to have such a pleasurable climax, and being able to finish in his feral form so that his body was truly empty was the kind of satisfaction that Kyntal could only dream about, at times. Dominant as he'd been over Enix, he looked down at the collapsed creature with a hint of genuine affection in his eyes, always glad to have the opportunity to share such an intimate moment with him.

"Okay, Enix...you can get up now. I know you're faking," Kyntal suggested, all while licking the thick, leftover blood from his own muzzle and examining the wound on Enix's neck. It wasn't nearly deep enough to be anything dangerous, but as he gave the smaller dragon a gentle nudge, he didn't seem to be moving too much, if at all. "Hmmm...must have really worn you out, huh? Such a shame...guess you'll have to walk home alone."

Typically, such taunts would have been enough for Enix to spring right up and back to life, but this time, he still rested against the path in the middle of the park, looking vibrant only thanks to the cascading, silvery beams of light from the moon that poured over him. Other than the way that the moonlight bounced from his shimmering horns, his body was still, and just between his legs, he'd given up the very last cum that his body had to offer, collected almost entirely in the empty tobacco pouch that Kyntal had placed.

Picking up the tiny pouch in his massive paws, Kyntal examined it, wondering if it might be right to keep the pouch, all things considered. After all, it is still garbage...but it served such an important purpose, and it's full of all the kind of seed that I could just make Enix drink again. Feels almost a waste to get rid of it.

Of course, Enix still wasn't moving, and Kyntal knew a little bit better than that. At the end of the day, no matter how much the presence of the pouch had been a turn on for the pair of dragons, it was still rubbish, and Kyntal was still sure that he would dispose of it before the night was through. In his massive paws, it was entirely too easy for him to crush the tiny pouch, sending streaks of cum in all directions and making an even greater mess of the park than they already had. Whoever was going to have to open the park in the morning, they'd have quite an unwelcome surprise, as the quantity assured that nothing would be drying up too soon, and when it did, it wouldn't be easy to clean.

That same mess still left poor Enix a sticky, crumpled heap, and Kyntal gazed over him with just the slightest bit of concern, fearing for the worst as the smaller dragon still didn't seem to budge an inch. Though Enix couldn't expressed it, he'd passed out in the moment of his climax, and the impressive yield that he was able to offer in such a short time was the direct result of having such a powerful orgasm, one that he never could have achieved on his own.

Just when Kyntal was going to shake the poor, abused creature awake, Enix flickered one of his eyes open, just long enough to see Kyntal crushing the pouch that once held all of his seed...to feel that crushing sensation within his paws simply wasn't enough, however...Kyntal wanted to have so much more than that, and Enix might even be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the same, as Kyntal crushed the pouch down, against his own manhood and looked around, making sure that no one would happen to be walking by, still. The cloak of the night provided just the privacy that he needed to lower himself to the ground, smashing the semen-filled packaging under his thick, massive girth and his sack, causing it to crumple the last little bit that it could, under the weight of his body.

It was a moment that rivaled the orgasmic bliss that he felt only moments before, but Kyntal savored this one just a little bit longer, loving the feeling the mingled cream that spilled across his sack, tinted with the soft, delicate scent of tobacco upon it. He could hardly bring himself to stand up from the dirt of the path and toss the packaging into a trash can, but it was getting truly late, and he'd pushed his luck far enough, that night.

Trash is trash, after all, Kyntal thought, smiling at the sight of Enix's eye opening once again, and the very tip of his cock poking free from the end of his sheath...just slightly.