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Cyril receives a curious letter inviting him on a blind date with Silver, a foreign drake who's only just arrived in Warfang and the precedes to pay Cyril back for such kind company.

This was a commissioned piece for Silverwind123 on FA who was very patient and willing to trust me with a kink I've never written before so hopefully I've done a good job on vore!

Cyril sauntered through the thinly-populated evening streets of Warfang and although he retained his usual outward air of unwavering regality, for the first time in a long time, he felt nervous.

It had all started earlier that day during his early morning meditation; a practice he had been using daily for years now to keep his mind as clear and sharp as possible. Things were going well; he was calm, the soundproofing in his room meant he had no noisy distractions, the temperature and humidity were at a comfortable level. All in all, he was enjoying his moment of peaceful inner reflection just listening to the gentle pulse of his own heart and his slow, relaxed breaths. That was, until Flame arrived.

In true form to a bratty drake who hadn't been disciplined in a while, he strode cockily into Cyril's room that morning without even bothering to knock first, head held high as though he owned the place as if he was daring Cyril to challenge him. In his mouth had been the day's mail that he'd picked up and was distributing to all of the Guardians individually. Of course, Cyril didn't believe for a second that it was purely an act of altruism. No doubt there was some sort of underlying motive from the cocky tail-raiser. Most likely he was out looking for punishment but Cyril was busy meditating and had shooed the younger drake out of his room with a few threats. One of the other Guardians could deal with his insatiable lust for now.

Try as he did to get back into his state of empty-mindedness, his concentration had been broken and he couldn't get it back. In the end Cyril had given up on his meditation and instead browsed through the letters and scrolls brought to him by that red-scaled pain. There had been the usual, dull scrawlings and advertisements but there was one notice in the pile that stood out from the rest. There wasn't a lot written on it but it was clear that it was some sort of dating advert or maybe a reply to one the writer had seen, though Cyril was fairly sure the letter had been given to the wrong place. He certainly hadn't posted any such advertisement and yet here, in his paws, was an invitation to a dinner date that evening and an accompanying description of the writer and where to find them. It read:

Hey!

I'm new to the area and I'm looking to meet some people, make some new friends, perhaps even find someone special. I don't know anyone round here so I thought maybe you'd like to be the first. I'll be going to that new restaurant in Warfang tonight at 7 (the one opposite the main square). I'll be the one with silver fur, a white mane, and a large gem in the middle of my forehead.

Hope to see you there,

Silver

It had been a very long time indeed since Cyril had been on a blind date and, the more he thought about it, the more he found himself tempted to go even if he was sure that it wasn't him that they would be expecting. Clearly the writer would be going to the restaurant anyway and the intended recipient certainly wouldn't be there without having seen the letter. It was an opportunity to have an evening away from the Temple; something he rarely got, plus there was the promise of meeting someone new and hopefully interesting. Of course, he couldn't deny that there was the possibility of... 'more' but it wasn't something he necessarily expected after a single date.

All day he had pumped himself up to go on this date, drowning his doubts under a sea of reassurances, until eventually his mind was made up. In the depths of the evening he had slipped out unnoticed to attend the dinner date but now that he was on his way to the restaurant, he felt a slight nervousness in the pit of his stomach. It had been a long time since his last date. Hopefully his date wasn't put off by the arrival of someone unexpected. He'll just have to explain himself and hope they understood. Maybe this wasn't his best idea... but could he really let the other person be stood up like that? No, no... it would be fine. They're looking for company and he was perfectly charming company. The meeting would go fine.

As Cyril walked into the restaurant, his eyes scanned the patrons sat inside and quickly locked on to the only dragon within the restaurant that fit the description he had been given; a silver-furred dragon, an opalescent gem in the centre of his forehead, a pure white mane running down his back, and he was sat alone waiting.

Cyril's legs felt a bit less stable than they usually did but regardless they carried him over towards his date without any noticeable shaking or stumbling. The dragon at the table caught sight of Cyril as he approached and could tell by the way he had locked on that this was his date.

"H-Hi! I'm Silver. Nice to meet you. Y-You look a bit... different from what I was expecting. N-Not that that's a bad thing, of course, " he purred with nervous excitement, his eyes darting up and down the now-seated Cyril. It's true; the ad he'd replied to had described him differently... though perhaps he was remembering it incorrectly.

"It's nice to meet you too, Silver. I've got a small confession to make though... It would seem your letter was delivered to me accidently instead of the intended recipient. I thought I should at least turn up and tell you, rather than have you thinking you had been stood up."

"Cyril..." he repeated, "Huh... Well, thank you for that. I appreciate that a lot. It might not have been delivered to the right place but I guess it's not the end of the world. Honest mistake. I'm guessing you read my letter and know that I'm new to this place then?" Cyril nodded slightly in response. "Well... if you have time, why don't you stay for dinner? I don't know anyone here and I'm passing through. It'd be nice to get to know someone before I left whether it's the guy I wrote the letter to or the one who received it."

A wide smile set on Cyril's features at the invitation and the worries about the date being cancelled before it had even started faded away. "I'd like that very much indeed."

******

They talked for hours, well, mostly Cyril anyway. Silver had arrived from an entirely different continent and hadn't heard of Cyril or even Guardians before which the Ice dragon took as a chance to prove his impressive background with long dramatic tales of his ancestry, his battles, and descriptions of just how important he was as a Guardian. Tales that only brought rolling eyes at the Temple, brought excited rumbles from this foreign drake who found himself entirely absorbed in the stories of Cyril's prowess. What luck that his letter ended up in the hands of such an important dragon; one who was sweet enough to turn up so that he wasn't stood up. Perhaps he was that 'someone special'.

Regardless of the fact that Cyril had carried most of the conversation, the hours had still passed and it was now late into the evening. After settling the bill, they stepped outside together and Cyril checked the sky, sighing a little at how dark it already was. The date had flown by rather quickly indeed with those azure eyes glinting with excitement at every tale he told. It had been a long time since he had had anyone so hooked on his words.

"Well, it's getting rather late. I suppose I had better head back to the Temple. If it gets much later then I shall struggle to fly the distance, I'll be so tired," he smiled and looked over at the slightly smaller furred drake whose happily wagging tail quickly stopped.

"Aww... is it far to the Temple then?"

"Reasonably far, yes." The Guardian could see his date pause for a moment and his brow furrowed slightly as though he was in deep thought.

"You know, I'm staying at a small inn just around the corner. Y-You could come stay the night if you'd like? It'd save you having to fly all that way back home in the dark." The way he turned his head away and dropped his eyes told Cyril that there was more to the offer than Silver was letting on but if he understood the signs, it meant his evening was about to get even better.

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot," he purred, trying to hide the satisfied grin that came from the thoughts of having that cute male underneath him. Silver, it seemed, was less capable of hiding his smile as he beamed from cheek to cheek and his tailtip began to flick once again from side to side.

"Great! I'll lead the way then," he rumbled and began to walk down the street with his new friend beside him.

******

The room was fairly basic; a large, simple bed, a wooden chest for storage, a small bathing room off to the side. It was nothing extravagant and yet Cyril, for all his regality, didn't mind the modesty of it all. His brain was far more focussed on the dragon that had brought him here. Laying on the thin mattress, he watched the furred dragon closely as he moved around the room. Each energetic step would stir a subtle bounce from his soft white hair and Silver seemed to have few intentions of sitting still at this point. His whole body tingled with excited energy.

"I'm just going to freshen up a little, Cyril. I'll be back in a moment." The furred male rumbled as he paced off towards the bathing room. His tail flicked erratically behind him in a way that it would sometimes grant the spying Guardian a slight glimpse at his blind date's undertail. Those plump cheeks tempted a quiet growl from him.

"Take your time. There's no rush," the ice Guardian crooned, his eyes still locked on the plush backend of the dragon he'd only met a few hours ago; a dragon who was now washing his face and paws in the bathing pool's clear water, his back turned away from the peeping Guardian.

With a small splash, the silver-scaled male lifted his head once more and shook the majority of the remaining water free from his fur before turning his head to smile through the doorway. It was only then that he realized just where the Guardian's eyes were locked. A small blush formed on his cheeks but he couldn't resist a small wiggle of his hips, grinning back at the peering dragon on his bed.

"See something you like, ice king?" Silver chuckled and raised his tail ever so slightly to try and tease Cyril further. He found himself rather taken with the ice Guardian's strong personality as well as his classically handsome features so didn't mind his lewd staring. The question he had asked was completely rhetorical anyway. There was a reason Cyril had decided to come and spend the night in his inn room and it was blatantly clear that it wasn't just for the convenience of it being closer to the restaurant than the Temple was.

"I see something I want." A toothy smile spread across Cyril's muzzle and he raised one claw to beckon his bedmate closer.

As though under a spell cast by the Guardian, Silver's legs began to march him towards that beckoning claw and the predatory male who it belonged to before his brain had even finished understanding the implications behind Cyril's words. The distance between them closed quickly with his rapid, nervous steps until Silver came to a stop just at the edge of the bed. He clambered rapidly on top of the simple sheets and slid right up to his date's side so that he was pressed scale to scale with him. Without even pausing, he pushed his lips up against Cyril's own and closed his eyes, feeling the ice dragon press back against his muzzle and even bring that raised claw up to cup the side of his face. Silver could already feel his sheath bulge.

Cyril's paw slid around the back of his head, sliding through that thick mane to help guide his muzzle into tilting with his own. Silver knew exactly what he was trying to do and gave in to the lustful male's advances. He tilted his head and opened his jaw to lock with Cyril's, his tongue sliding into the Guardian's mouth. Warm, moist clouds of breath soaked over Silver's cheek and ear as Cyril snorted air through his nose, his mouth far too occupied with his date's lively tongue to be involved in breathing.

Gently, he helped roll Silver onto his back, moving with him so that their mouths didn't have to break from the passionate coiling of their wet tongues and so that the tingling sensation of Silver's vibrating lips as he moaned into the kiss wasn't lost to him. The foreign drake was more than happy to slide onto his back and help pull the icy stallion on top of him. The weight of a full-grown male pressing him down into the mattress was a feeling he had come to crave without exception. It made him feel safe and relaxed and, with a drake like Cyril straddling his form, it made him yearn to be mounted.

Much sooner than Silver would have liked, Cyril broke the kiss and began to shift himself further down his partner's body. Two forepaws came to rest on Silver's hips as his Guardian partner passed over his swollen sheath and paused just above the furred dragon's pink tailhole. His back pinned against the bed by Cyril's strong paws, Silver could only watch in anticipation as that pale blue muzzle began to lower towards his pucker.

The first thing to strike SIlver was a warm flow of air exhaled from Cyril's lungs which made his ring clamp down and wink invitingly to the playful Guardian who held him down. The second thing to strike him was a long circling lick from the same tongue that had been wrestling his own only seconds ago. He couldn't hold back a small gasp of surprise from the sensation of that probing tongue and the ticklish feeling of previously-warm saliva starting to cool off on that sensitive flesh, a sensation that was overpowered when that tongue touched down once again and this time began to press firmly against the centre of his tailhole. Although Silver didn't fight against the force of Cyril's efforts, it still took a few seconds before the Ice Guardian managed to pry him open and sink a few inches of dripping wet muscle into his welcoming tailpipe.

"Ngh.. C-Cyril..!" he gasped between sharp breaths but the cry fell on deaf ears. Cyril had no intention of stopping. Instead he continued to wriggle that strong appendage around and let thick strings of saliva drool down onto that opening until Silver could feel trails of it trickling down the crevices of his tailbase.

When that tongue finally squirmed free of his invaded rear, Silver could feel saliva oozing deeper into him as his previously-spread walls slowly closed once more. A shudder passed through him as that dirty pleasure sank in and a grin stretched across his muzzle as he made eye contact with his strong partner.

"That was unexpected," the silver-furred dragon purred as his tail curled and stroked over the chest of the dragon below.

"I needed to prepare you somehow, now didn't I?" Cyril climbed his way higher once again until he was once again chest-to-chest as well as nose-to-nose with Silver. The submissive male chuckled and felt his cheeks rubricate at the weight on top of him once more and that blush only darkened when he felt a smooth, hot piece of Cyril's flesh suddenly slide up through the plush fur on the underside of his tail before settling on top of his wet tailhole threateningly.

"Well I'm ready now, ice boy," Silver rumbled; his cheeks still burning underneath that soft facial fur.

A flash of excitement flickered in Cyril's eye and the pressure on Silver's tailhole began to grow. He could feel his tight ring begin to sink inwards until that pressure became too great and it began to part and allow Cyril's cock to slide through the saliva-lined opening. Silver raised his muzzle and snatched another short kiss from his partner's open lips, letting loose a muffled moan into the ice Guardian's mouth as he tried to deal with that pleasureable stretching. His toes curled and his tongue stiffened against the prestigious male's own until he finally managed to overcome the sensation of that wet heat seeping through the first few inches of his bowels.

Thick globs of slimy pre began to drool from Cyril's spaded tip where his gentle pistoning spread them around Silver's walls to help let him slide deeper still. Blood pulsed through his ears loudly as he struggled to contain himself; his balls already threatening to release themselves into the milking depths of the furred dragon's tailpipe. Luckily, the tongue pressing against his own distracted him enough from the sensations in his gripped shaft for long enough that his dangerously boiling lust settled.

Cyril rumbled low in his chest as he started his steady, sensual pace. His eyes locked onto his partner's as he drew himself out once more, feeling those walls spasm and desperately try to clamp down and hold him deep. He watched Silver's face contort and his eyes close as he felt his squashed prostate rubbed against by his girthy cock before he changed direction and stuffed the submissive dragon once more. Tight, milking tubes of warm, smooth muscle pulled and squeezed over his malehood no matter which way his hips were moving so that he struggled to retain his full composure. He had never been one to show weakness or lose face no matter the situation.

Silver could feel his insides shifting now to better accommodate the Guardian's sheer size. That stretching and bloating of his bowels, and most importantly the squashing of his prostate, was too much and it forced him to snatch his muzzle back from Cyril's for a brief moment and seal his lips together in an attempt to hide an excited squeak of pleasure but all it did was bring the now-muffled noise to Cyril's attention.

"Am I too much for you, my furred friend?" Cyril cooed teasingly and aimed his next thrust down to give Silver's prostate a slightly harder nudge, deciding to see where his date's limitations lie. The movement made the foreign dragon flinch but he quickly recovered and grinned with a teasing resilience. He wasn't going to let Cyril win so easily.

"Bring it on, stud..."

Cyril's body tensed in response to his partner's taunting and he began to roll his powerful hips faster in retaliation. His forepaws came to rest on Silver's fluffy chest and he lifted the front of his body so that their bellies separated. With Cyril essentially standing on his chest, Silver found himself pinned hard underneath his weight. As controlling as the position was, the furry drake found a way to unfocus the dominant dragon, getting his ice-blue digits to grip and tug on the tufts of his soft chest fur whenever he purposely gripped down around Cyril's moving cock.

It became harder and harder to slow the Guardian's thrusts using his grip though as more and more pre began to lube his tailhole and long minutes of impassioned thrusting loosened his backside. His weak attempts to hold Cyril back were futile anyway with the Guardian set on teaching his bedmate a lesson about having such a cocky attitude. He needed to learn proper etiquette. Rolling growls echoed from that strong purple chest and were accented by the softer grunts and gasps from the impaled dragon underneath him. The only other audible sound was the gentle colliding of their hips as Cyril almost sheathed himself entirely with each thrust.

Silver couldn't take it much longer. He wanted it all. His date's thick, pink spire felt incredible sliding in and out of his now-accustomed tailhole and nothing about it felt better than that brief moment when his bowels were at their most stuffed. The furred dragon, pinned under Cyril's powerful forelegs, longed to feel every millimeter buried inside of him. He wanted more. He wanted every millimeter of this date crammed into him. His tail snaked up Cyril's waist and coiled around it tightly before he began to rhythmically pull his hips lower and lower with each thrust, demanding that Cyril stopped holding back.

The Ice dragon didn't need any more hints than that and added the final inch of his engorged cock to his strokes. He began to make each rolling push of his hips as long as possible; bottoming out when he sunk in and then pulling back as far as he dared on the return stroke so that he could feel the swollen glans of his flared cockhead starting to be squeezed further as it began to slide back out of Silver's tight ring. It never did though because that was Cyril's cue to ram himself home once again and watch his submissive partner's muzzle contort in ecstatic pleasure; a sight that brought him great joy. Not only was he an unrivalled elemental warrior but he was also a masterful bedmate.

He lowered his blue muzzle into the soft neck of his date and began to rub his face softly through the fur as he felt that tell-tale pressure growing in his balls. Judging from the squirming of the drake underneath him and the way that his tailpipe quivered around his sensitive pink rod, he predicted that Silver was close as well. A few more full-length thrusts and he felt his self-restraint collapse. He growled and pushed his muzzle hard into that neck, losing all awareness of the world around him as he emptied his copious load of thick cum deep into his date's rear. He could just about hear Silver's shuddered moans as he flooded the slightly smaller dragon with his regal seed.

A few long seconds passed before Cyril finally forced himself to open his eyes and move from his position. From the look on his partner's face and the warm, wet sensation on his stomach, he realized that his date had cum with him; another satisfying thought for the seasoned lover. Carefully, he pulled himself back, biting his lip as he felt that sensitive cock being gripped so tightly even now. As it popped free, a small stream of his fertile cum began to seep out behind it and make crude rivers through Silver's fur but Cyril was far too tired to care about that now and he was pretty sure that his date felt the same.

Without even saying a word, the exhausted Guardian slumped down next to his furred friend and lay his legs around him. Silver immediately rolled himself into position and pushed his back into Cyril's softer underbelly, letting loose a long yawn and closing his eyes. They were both too tired and now that their lust was sated, there was only one need their bodies craved. Neither of them bothered to speak. A few happy rumbles were more than enough to say everything that needed to be said and before a few minutes had passed, both were deep asleep.

******

Silver awoke slowly in the warm embrace of the dragon behind him. A subdued glow came from around the curtains on the wall but he couldn't tell how early or late in the morning it was. Lifting his head a little, he gave a small yawn and blinked the sleepiness from his eyes.

"Mmm, sleep well?" came a soft voice behind Silver's head. He smiled wide and pressed his body backwards.

"Very well... and you, my ice king?"

"Very well indeed, though I could go for a few more hours," he purred in reply and forced his belly tighter against his soft bedmate's back; a movement that inspired something within Silver.

"Now you just relax. I need to properly thank you for such a wonderful night last night" Silver chuckled as he wriggled his way free from Cyril's legs and began to slide himself down the bed towards Cyril's thick sheath. A pleased rumble came from above him. It seemed Cyril had no problems with this kind of morning treat even if he was still sleepy.

As the Guardian watched, he noticed that the opalescent jewel embedded in Silver's brow began to glow and throb. Before he had a chance to question it, he could noticed that his date's body began to... shrink. It was subtle at first; he hardly believed it was happening, but as the seconds passed he could see clearly that Silver shrank from a dragon nearly the same size as him... to a dragon the size of a teenager... to a dragon the size of a hatchling... and right down to the point where he would even be considered tiny for a runt of the clutch. He would fit inside the Guardian's sheath now if he chose!

"Silver...?" Cyril started, but the furred dragon cut his questioning short with a firm, loving nuzzle to the large male's musky sheath.

"Just trust me, stud," he cooed and began to kiss and rub his soft, moist lips against the subtle bulge in that sheath that signified where his tip lay hidden. Cyril didn't know what the now-miniscule dragon had planned but in his drowsy morning state of mind and with the promise of another pleasurable encounter, he didn't exactly have the desire to resist or question it further. Shutting his eyes and laying his head down again, he shifted his hind leg to give Silver plenty of room and then let his member slide free.

At full length, Cyril's shaft was larger than his partner now by some way. Although he kept his eyes closed, he could feel the enjoyable grinding of that soft furry muzzle running back and forth along short sections of his underside as it slowly made its way towards his spaded tip.

The smell that surrounded Cyril's crotch spurred Silver on as he rubbed his cheeks up and down to try and tease soft pulses from the flesh that he was toying with as he shifted himself higher. This was only foreplay though. The real fun began as he reached the top of Cyril's engorgement. The weight and length of the shaft left his tip angled slightly down towards the bed; a perfect angle for Silver's small muzzle to meet it in a tender kiss that once again brought sounds of enjoyment from his Guardian stallion. A thick glob of pre oozed out over his muzzle and instantly drenched the fur on the front half of his muzzle.

Cyril had half fallen back asleep again; his only connection to the waking world was the soft toying of the tiny dragon down between his hinds. He could feel that his pre was leaking onto Silver's muzzle but the way that he was pressing back against his cockslit it felt as though he was even searching for more. The pressure built slowly on his cock's opening and he purred to himself, feeling that small, gentle tongue probe inside and spread his urethra. Even as his nose and a fraction of his muzzle began to nudge between those glans, all Cyril could think about was how pleasurable it felt. This was new to him but he couldn't deny enjoying it so far.

The larger dragon, in his sleepy and lusty state of mind, gave a gentle push of his hips and felt his slit give way as Silver's thin muzzle slipped inside that pre-lubed tube. A groan of satisfaction rang through the foreign drake's ears as he felt his muzzle enveloped in a tight warm grip of Cyril's bulbous cocktip. As he started to pump his muzzle in and out, he could feel each throb and twitch running along that length squeeze and tug on his muzzle, tempting him deeper, and the constant flow of pre against his face and neck prepared him for just that.

Cyril rocked his hips once more as Silver bottomed out his muzzle. The small drake's feet were well planted and the Guardian's surprise eagerness caused his slit to widen once more and suddenly swallow the rest of his head so that the slit itself closed again partially on his thinner neck. Every breath Silver now drew was more musk than oxygen and pre began to coat every single fibre of his head fur and, despite Cyril's lack of experience in this area, his rolling hips suggested his body wanted even more. Silver had promised Cyril a pleasurable morning and, even if this was now deeper than he'd anticipated, he decided he would stay there for his stud's pleasure. It's not as though he wasn't able to pull himself out if he needed.

He pumped his head a little lower, using his neck to extend at least a quarter of the way down into Cyril's large cock in the hopes of satisfying his sleepy date's sudden hunger for sounding but Cyril wasn't in any mood to take it so easy, even if he was most of the way back to sleep. A large paw came to rest on Silver's backend and began to slide his shoulders up against the slimy tip of his cock, and his hips starting to push upwards to meet them. Inside the heady-aired tube, Silver could just make out the muffled voice of the tired Guardian trying to quell his resistance to going deeper.

"Mmm, this feels good... I like you in there, Silver... You should feel honored to be inside the cock of a great Ice Guardian... No complaining now... Just relax... You'll enjoy it too..." The mumbled, aroused rumble came and with another forceful push, he felt his shoulders beginning to slide inside of that tunnel. It was so tight that the small drake had to fold himself as flat as possible and tuck his wings in tight to avoid becoming stuck or harming his date. This was definitely further than he had intended to go!

He slowed his breathing and tried his best to relax himself, deciding to give in to Cyril's evident wishes; moving around and resisting too much now would cause harm to the drake that he cared about and in truth, the tight, slimy, contracting walls of Cyril's piping were welcoming. They pulled and guided him deeper into the depths of Cyril's urethra as his forelegs... then wings... then hips and hindlegs all began to disappear into the ring of tissue at the tip of Cyril's pink cock. That's without even mentioning the smell. Silver had always enjoyed the scent of male's; their harsh, heavy pheromones, and now there was so much of it in the air that he could practically taste them.

He felt the Guardian shift and roll onto his back, aiming his cock upwards so that gravity began to help his long, furry tail disappear inside that opening while his muzzle began to take a turn to head further inside the body of his Ice King. Tight, smooth sphincters blocked his path again and again as he wriggled slowly deeper so that he was forced to pry them open with his probing muzzle before he could squeeze his head through it and begin the whole process of worming through once again. It wasn't all his effort though; Cyril's body did a lot of the work too in squeezing him deeper like a slowly swallowing throat. A throat coated with pre rather than saliva though. So much that the entirety of his fur was now covered with a thick layer of pre and cum that he'd cleaned from the inside of that clenching tubing. Silver began to question whether he'd ever get the scent of Cyril's musk off of him... That was if he ever managed to get out.

Out at the surface, Cyril could feel every twitch and squirm of the tiny dragon that had now disappeared into his body. There was no longer the small bulge in his pink cock that showed where the body of his blind date was and Cyril's mind wandered to whether his furry friend would end up in one of his plump balls... Maybe he was already there for all the Guardian knew. Maybe he'd just stop and be launched free again with Cyril's next load. He had no idea how it would end. What gripped him the most though, instead of his curiosity, was how pleasure still rose from so deep within his urethra; sensations that he'd never felt before, areas that had never been touched or stimulated before were now throwing up strong bolts of pleasure that had his cock jerking wildly. Inside, it caused his tubing to squeeze and slide Silver deeper against the gentle flow of rising precum.

Before long, Silver found his muzzle press against another tight ring. He had no idea how far he had gone or how far he was even going to go before he stopped. All he knew is that Cyril's body continued to pull him deeper, hugging him so tightly from all sides so that he couldn't resist his transportation even if he tried. Prodding his nose through the centre of the tight opening, he was struck with an overwhelming scent of alkaline cum. Considering where he had entered Cyril's body, he could guess what lay for him on the other side of the sphincter and beneath his fur, his cheeks burned at the thought of what was about to happen to him.

His head squeezed through that tight ring leading downwards and, as he dangled, his muzzle began to sink into a thick, gloopy pool of Cyril's stored fluid. It didn't take him two guesses to realize what it was. Now, as his tail slid through the entrance at the top of Cyril's testicle, Silver arched himself so that his lower half dropped into the pool first and he ended up sitting up inside that cum-laden orb with his body basting in a deep pool of semen. There was just enough space for him to sit inside that testicle though he couldn't quite extend himself fully and all of his movements were slowed by the thickness of Cyril's seed but eventually he got himself into a comfortable position and settled down.

Now that his body was fully inside that heavy orb, the heated bath of cum rose up to the base of his neck. There was no light at all and the only sounds were the curious throbs and rumbles of the Guardian's surrounding body. The only stimulation came from the searing scent of cum that permeated every breath he took and the soothing warmth that came from his unconventional pool.

Cyril meanwhile couldn't take any more. The teasing feeling of that soft fur tickling it's way through his tubes was far more enjoyable than he would have guessed it was. His paw had slid down to start stroking himself a few moments ago and had been working ever since. His heavy eyelids were fully closed and his paw worked quickly up and down his pink flesh as he felt his balls starting to rise up with the small dragon inside of them. He had no intention of stopping what was coming.

Silver could feel the atmosphere inside of those balls change as his 'room' began to move. All of a sudden the cum that surrounded much of the furred dragon's body began to shift and surge upwards out of the opening that he'd only recently entered from. That sticky fluid swirled around past his head and ensured that his entire body, from nose to tail tip, was saturated in the Ice dragon's cum. There were a few long seconds where the tiny dragon was forced to hold his breath and close his eyes tight lest he drown in the torrent that thrust and threw his small body around.

Then everything settled once more.

The cum level had now dropped so that it was only up to his waist though with the living inclusion adding weight, it felt to Cyril as though his balls were still full. The sleepy male had blown his pearly cum up his chest and stomach to give his purple scales dull white streaks that he would clean up later. He was far too tired to clean them now and that orgasm was just what he needed to drift back to sleep. His soft afterglow lulled him and seconds later he was already passing into his dreams, oblivious to the fact that his kinky partner wasn't amongst the cum that now pooled on his torso.

Silver could hear the rapid heartbeat around him slow. It was also obvious that Cyril wasn't moving. It didn't take him long to figure out that the Guardian had gone back to sleep... Now what?

The cum-drenched dragon gave a small sigh. Not a lot he could do now being trapped inside that warm, cosy orb. All that tunneling had made him tired and the head wasn't helping. If he couldn't hear outside noise then he highly doubted Cyril would hear him at all. Besides the Ice dragon was asleep now anyway. He leant back against the curved wall behind him, hearing the soft squelch of squashed seed being displaced as he rested his weight on the edge of that testicle. The level of cum inside was already starting to rise quickly it seemed; perhaps that was something to do with his presence there. There wasn't a lot he could do about that either though. Cyril would probably take care of that before it got too high.

With nothing to do, the small drake shut his eyes and just listened to the sounds of Cyril's resting body until he too slowly passed into sleep.

******

Cyril landed on the stone just outside of the Temple entrance and made his way inside hastily. He had woken a short while ago and, having found his date nowhere to be seen, assumed that Silver had left. After all, Silver was a busy dragon from another land and had already said he was only passing through Warfang. Part of him had always assumed it would only be a one-night fling anyway. It would have been more surprising if anything long-term had come out of it. Still, when he awoke for the second time that morning, he had expected that furred drake to be present so they could at least say their goodbyes and maybe attempt to keep in touch; it had been a fun experience for him and it had seemed like Silver had enjoyed himself too. Admittedly he had worried for a brief moment about whether the magical dragon was still stuck inside his purple balls but under examination they didn't look any different, they didn't feel any different, and he couldn't hear anything that might suggest Silver was stuck. He had been so small that the cum would surely have fired him free and with the powers that the foreign drake clearly possessed, Cyril had little reason to doubt that he'd gotten free.No, he had simply decided to clean up and leave while Cyril continued sleeping. Maybe he didn't want to disturb the sleeping Guardian, that's all.

Alone, and slightly irritated at that fact, the Guardian had cleaned himself up, slipped out of the inn, and flown back to the Temple.

As he wandered towards his chambers, he started to consider the other Guardians. He hadn't told them he was heading out last night and he hadn't expected to spend the whole night and then half of the morning away from the Temple either. Hopefully they hadn't noticed, although he doubted it seeing as he was supposed to be teaching a class that morning. Perhaps he could slip into his room and just pretend he had overslept or was unwell. Part of him suspected they had already checked his room though.

Stepping through the door that lead to the Guardian's chambers, he heard a sudden irritated outburst behind him.

"There you are! I find it highly unprofessional Cyril that an educator and Guardian such as yourself would have the indecency to slip away in the midst of the night and not inform your colleagues of your whereabouts or intentions like some sort of rebellious hatchling sneaking out to meet up with friends." Cyril felt his scales stand on end at the sound of Volteer's voice. "We are trying to run an educational facility and here you are gallivanting around after hours and missing morning classes with no warning to your fellow Guardians whatsoever. It's childish, immature, outrageous... ridiculous even, for a person of your position to do such things in such callous disregard! What do you have to say for yourself? Where were you last night?"

Cyril snarled through his clenched teeth as Volteer approached in a fluster. This was not something he needed this morning.

"It's none of your business where I have been, Volteer. Now quit your nagging. I have no desire to listen to the irritating drone of your voice today," and with that the pale blue drake continued on his way towards the Guardian's hall, hardly even meeting Volteer's eyes as he spoke to him. The Electric Guardian was hot on his heels though as they entered the hall where Ignitus and Terrador sat. Both looked up with small glances of concern and relief when the 'lost' dragon entered the room though the expressions changed to ones of exasperation as Volteer barrelled in behind Cyril in full tirade.

"I have every right to know where you have been! You have made a nuisance of yourself and you're showing no remorse for your rash and self-centered actions. Your behaviour is deplorable, despicable, downright diabolical, and you expect me to just let you escape such infractions without any recompense or reasoning?"

"The only thing I ever expect any more, Volteer, is that you will be an unyielding pain in my tailbase and, in that respect, you never fail to deliver. I told you; it's none of your business." Cyril huffed and sat down in an open spot beside Ignitus. He could feel a slight ache in his balls as though they were already uncomfortably full again. It must be getting close to breeding season... All he wanted to do now was go and empty them once more and it wasn't helping his mood.

"Alright you two..." Ignitus started before Volteer interrupted him.

"Oh, how mature of you, Cyril! Not only do you behave like a rebellious hatchling, you also argue like one. So you would like me to just quietly accept your unjust interpretation of your level of freedom as a respected and active Guardian despite the unfair complications it places upon the rest of us?"

"I would like you to do anything quietly, Volteer, but that seems far beyond your capabilities. What I do is my own business! I had every intention of being home before this morning but it took longer than I expected. You need to know nothing more than that!"

"Quiet! Both of you. That's quite enough. Volteer; stop badgering Cyril. It's not helping the situation. And Cyril; your private affairs are your own but you should have at least informed us you were leaving so we weren't so taken by surprise when you were nowhere to be found this morning," Ignitus intervened. Quietness was all he got as a response to his interjection but that was all he really wanted. He knew that Cyril would have retorted his remark if he didn't believe it to be fair but admitting to his wrongdoing openly would have been far too humbling for the Ice dragon. His silence was all Ignitus needed. Volteer put on a little pout, like a child who had been scolded by their parent, but Ignitus knew he would bounce back in a few minutes anyway. His mouth was shut too and that was more than anyone usually got from him. At one point, it looked as though he might open his mouth again but he caught Terrador staring at him and promptly sealed his lips once more.

At the back of his mind, the Ice Guardian was yearning to disappear to his room to relieve the pressure in his balls but he didn't want to seem rude after only just returning and so remained present with the other three dragons in the hall for the time being. Conversation slowly came back to the room and, although they discussed many things; classes, students, Volteer's inevitable tall tales, no one broached the subject of Cyril's unknown overnight disappearance again.

What none of the four realized though, was that inside Cyril's body was a little clue to Cyril's mysterious night away. He was curled up, only just capable of hearing the muffled conversation outside of those orbs, and hot cum was being produced around him at an alarming rate, but that little clue was still there and he had no idea how long it would be until someone else realized that because until they did, he was going to stay right where he was.