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It was warm, for an autumn breeze. Wind flowed underneath their scales, and made the crimson dragons' short mane wave a bit in the breeze. His partner shivered, crunching branches and dead leaves underpaw.

"Why'd we have to go all the way out here? If we were just going to fool around, we could have done it at my place." He sounded distant, uneasy even.

"I figured we could make it something special. Something to celebrate the spooky season. But, if you want to turn back..." The crimson drake trailed off, muzzle curling into a smirk.

"No. No, we'll keep going. I'm curious now as to what you think is better than an air-conditioned apartment." His partner, another dragon, ragged on him a bit.

"You'll see when we get there, love. It's just a short walk, and besides...-" He shoved his bulk through a bush. "It's just as great alone."

"Either way, if it's not worth it, I'm topping for a week." The tan dragon shook some mud off of his forepaw, grimacing.

"Pfft. We both know you'd use that opportunity to power bottom."

"Well, I'd certainly be taking advantage of the arrangement, that's for sure!"

They both laughed. It was a strange sight to see a pair of large dragons pushing their way through the underbrush, but not that uncommon. If anything, it just meant the trail back would be much easier. All the same, the tan dragon relished the possibility of being with his mate. No matter what tomfoolery the crimson had cooked up. Especially if it was entertaining tomfoolery. Still, the wind stole the heat from his scales, no matter how warm it was. And the branches and underbrush left small, light scratches against his scales. They'd need to be polished later, but he was more than sure his mate would take care of that if he asked.

"Did you bring your phone?" He paused, taking a break for a moment.

"Yeah, in the bag between my wings. Why? Need to make a call?" His tan tail was already undoing the latch and fishing for the device.

"Actually just needed to know the time. I can't really guesstimate very well."

It was true, as much as he might have been able to work magic with computers, Corinth couldn't tell you what time it was even if he had a clock. To say that he had no sense of time was an understatement. Luckily, Daz did.

"That'd be seven-fifty-three PM, Cor." Having a tail was handy, since his forepaws were already messy.

"Thanks Daz. We'll need to wait a while once we're there, but we're just about on schedule. Hope you don't mind making our way back in the dark?" Corinth didn't wait for an answer, already pushing through the bush.

"Of course not. I can see well enough in the dark, and if that fails, I made sure to charge my phone, and bring some vest flashlights." That was what was in his bags, after all.

Truth be told, when Cor suggested they visit a favorite local spot of his, Daz expected to be camping out. The stuff was already in his bags, and on his back before Cor could say otherwise. Not that he complained when his mate told him what he'd packed. Plenty of food and water for hungry dragons, and various supplies to make life easier if they wanted to stay a while. While the tan dragon didn't much like camping, it was fun enough with Cor. Anything could be fun with Cor, really.

"The path aught to be a few feet ahead. Probably not maintained, so it'll only be a bit less awkward." Corinth snapped more branches than Daz by a long shot, so the tan dragon simply followed in his wake.

What he found surprised the crimson drake.

"Or... not." He stepped out onto a cobblestone pathway that was far more maintained than he remembered.

"Something wrong?" Daz cocked his head, peering over his mates' shoulder.

"Nothing. Just looks like someone has been clearing stuff recently. But, no one owns this property, so..." Corinth trailed off, words turning into thoughts.

"Just means it'll be easier for us to get out there. And, so long as no one else is occupying the spot..." Daz trailed off himself, leaning up against the crimson drake, and rubbing a tail along his inner legs.

"Believe me when I say that you'll want to save that for when we get there." He planted a quick kiss on Daz' cheek.

The tan dragon felt the heat underneath his scales build. Even the most tame expression of affection made his heart race. It was unlikely anyone saw them, or was even around to see them... but the rush was there all the same. His heart had something to do when they continued padding along the winding cobblestone pathway. He examined it as it passed underpaw. It looked old, rustic, maybe even ancient compared to the streets they'd been walking on not an hour ago.

Of course, with the way the sun was threatening to dip below the horizon, he was more worried about the wind. Besides, if Cor had been here before, what was there to worry about? Worst case scenario, they have a rather long walk for nothing. Though, Daz couldn't help but wonder why they couldn't have just flown here... The path curved around a thick patch of trees. When the pair rounded it, they saw what Corinth dragged them out here for.

It was a sort of church. An old, stonework church that had more than seen its' fair share of use, age, and weather. Any places where there had been windows long since had the glass broken, not even a sliver remaining in the window sills. The once bright-red and gold carpet had faded to an aged dark crimson, the gold outlines also fading to an off-yellow. The whole building amused, and intrigued Daz.

"Is this what you meant to show me?" He asked, curious.

"Not quite. It is the place we'll be waiting though, so poke around a bit."

Luckily, the door frame more than fit the two dragons walking side by side. The building was huge, to say the least. Huge, and dilapidated. It was still structurally sound, though, even if all the windows were broken. The pews had long since been stolen, broken, or otherwise disposed of. There hadn't even been a door to keep out any of the weather. It felt an odd sort of homely to Daz. Like he could stay here potentially forever. Of course, that was if it was wired up with cable, internet, proper heating and cooling, furniture... creature comforts.

The sun fit almost squarely into the ex-window at the far end of the chapel. Perfectly behind where a minister would preach, and if the age of the building were any sign as to style... right through a stained glass mosaic of some sort. More leaves crunched underfoot as the tan dragon meandered around the building. Visualizing what had been was more than enough to keep him busy, imagining the congregation celebrating a holiday, or perhaps some religious service or another. Corinth merely sat and watched his mate amuse himself. The party would be starting soon enough.

"Hey, Cor?" Daz stood up on his back legs as he propped himself up against a wall.

"Hmm?"

"Surely you didn't bring me out here to appreciate old architecture? I mean, it's fascinating, but..."

"Nah. While I know you like these sorts of buildings, that's not it."

"Then should I get comfy and drop my bags?" He flopped back down onto the stone floor.

"Yeah. We're going to be waiting probably an hour or two."

The sun beginning to set said otherwise, only the top quarter shone through the far window now. Daz dropped his bags in a stack, unclipping the belt that held it all on. With that minor weight gone, he stretched his wings. There was more than enough room to fit several dragons in here, so stretching his wings to their full span was no issue. He began digging out some various implements.

"You brought lanterns and candles too?" Cor pawed at his bags, holding them open for his mate.

"Of course. What's a romantic evening without lanterns and candles? Brought a pair of lighters too."

Corinth grinned. His mate thought of everything, and the things he'd brought would more than help with his plan. The candles were long, thick things, with more than enough wick to burn for days. A single night would be no problem. And the lanterns could last weeks. They wouldn't be staying that long, of course, but it was a nice thought.

By the time they'd shuffled through the gear, laid out the candles and lanterns, and snacked on some prepackaged meat, it was nightfall. Cold-cut extra large sandwiches kept well, and they satisfied Corinths' hunger well. His mate reclined on the steps, letting his meal digest, and enjoying the last vestiges of light. The lanterns would come on automatically when it was too dark to see, and they could light the candles as needed. Dust motes flickered through the air as the last few rays of light finally stopped flooding through the chapel.

"So..." Daz said.

"Just a little while longer, but we can have some fun in the mean time if you'd like." He rolled over, and onto his paws.

"And just what kind of fun do you plan on getting into... in a church?" Daz knew exactly what kind his mate was getting at, but he liked to hear it.

"The naughty kind, of course." Corinth grinned, flashing his pearly teeth at his mate.

"Naughty drake, you! What would the gods think!" Daz returned the smile.

"I think that they'd want to watch." He closed the distance quickly, only to whisper into his mates' neck. "And I think we should give them a pre-game show."

"Well, let's not disappoint, then!" Daz was more than receptive to his mates' amorous advances.

He'd been pent up since last time they'd fooled around, and at his mates' request as well. That must have been... a week ago? It was hard to think with Corinth's paws roaming his body, and warm breath gently flowing through his mane. It was a short thing, but Daz was proud of it all the same. And when his lover buried his muzzle into it, and breathed, it was electric. His rod had already long since grown stiff, but the close contact and warmth made a mess of things down there.

"Hmm... Do you want to top, or shall I?" Corinth whispered, pulling his mate around so he could look him in the eye.

"Since you did ask me to abstain for a bit, why don't you this time? I'm sure there's plenty of time for me to turn the ta-" His chatty muzzle was filled with a forceful kiss, and for a moment, he felt outraged that his mate would interrupt him.

It was only but a moment, though. He couldn't stay mad at him, even if he tried. The feeling of Corinth's' ridged rod rubbing against his own only drove the thought away even faster. Their pre mixing together in thick, sticky dollops felt amazing. It oozed down Daz' cock, and towards his tail. Between the two of them, they never had any need for lube. Though, the occasional rimjob was more than welcome. He realized that wouldn't be necessary when a crimson paw grasped both of their rods.

"And here I thought you were going to stuff a needy drake..." He teased, enjoying his mates' reaction.

"What was it you were going to say? 'There will be plenty of time for that?' Yeah, that's it. And there will be." Corinth nibbled at his submissive partners' neck, and licked across his throat.

Daz could only lay there, and hold on as his mate drove him mad with lust. And ignited a needy feeling underneath his tail. That was his plan all along. It was his plan every time he topped, and he didn't show any signs of changing any time soon. A smile split the tan dragons' muzzle. Not that Daz ever wanted him to change. He was amazing just the way he was.

"Ah!" A particularly powerful spurt of pre landed across his chest.

The rest had more than coated the pair of dragons' rods, making it more than easy for any rougher play. Corinth more than planned on that, but first...

"Do you want to know why I brought you out here?" His breath was labored as he stroked their rods.

"Sure! But..." Daz trailed off, his mate bringing his sticky paw to his muzzle.

Laying a single wet digit onto it, he whispered.

"I brought you out here because I saw your search history, and..." His tail-tip trailed along his mates inner thigh, coating it with their mixed fluids. "so I figured you might enjoy a devilish night with some added guests."

Daz' mind raced. Just WHICH internet search history did his mate read? He always cleaned up behind himself, but he must have left something. All the same, his curiosity burned as the taste of their mixed pre leaked into his muzzle.

"My tail is no tentacle... but we're right in the middle of three nexuses of them. And you know what Halloween coincides with?" His amber eyes bored into Daz' soul, and made his heart pound. "Mating season. And since we're not plants... instead they'll milk us dry so they'll have something to subsist on for the winter."

Daz looked like Christmas, his birthday, and their anniversary had come all at once. He lit up with joy, bringing a smile to his mates' face.

"Happy Halloween, is it?"

The tan dragon brought him in for a tight hug, not caring for the small mess they'd already made. If what Daz spoke was true -and he had no doubt it was-, then this would be the best holiday they'd ever had. The crimson dragon smiled, letting him squish them together. Of course, with his tail already pointed at his mates' entrance...

Daz gasped, and felt the familiar ache of being penetrated. The ache didn't last long, and each tail ridge that his mate pushed inside of him pressed along all the right spots. He kept frotting their two rods, and finding choice places to poke and nip at the tan dragon. Heat began to build in his own loins, but he held back. That sort of pressure was much better released inside someone. But... the rustling outside told him that he should hurry.

The rustling certainly wasn't the wind, either.

The forecast, for once, had been right on time. The weather keeping them at bay had died down on the way here, and fallen still completely once they'd gotten here. After that, it was just a matter of time. Though, Corinth would have been fine with all this happening on the trail here, it was much more comfy inside. Even with the stone floor, and antique building interior. His internal balls churned, his mind beginning to realize the predicament they'd willingly wandered into. He couldn't tell whether he was insanely aroused, or just aroused at the thought of having some very aching and empty balls by morning.

A spurt onto his partners chest told him exactly which. The dozen afterwards more than confirmed it. Warm, sticky seed stuck between the two, as Corinth moved his paws to instead grind against his lovers' body with his own. Daz returned in kind, his passage rippling around the tail inside him, and clenching with each spurt of hot dragon-seed. By the time they were both done with their first orgasm of the night, it had grown very dark.

Luckily, just as Corinth was considering turning on some lights, they did exactly that of their own accord. His afterglow continued unabated, and so did his mates. They cuddled while Corinth's tail remained embedded inside Daz. The warmth of their two large bodies, plus the extra warm mess they'd made relaxed them both.

"Truth be told... I planned on putting that inside you." Corinth licked his partners chin.

"And truth be confessed, I felt like anywhere was fine." Daz pulled them into a kiss.

As the two locked jaws, and attempted to eat each others' tonsils... Curious tendrils watched, and waited. They may have had few sensory organs, but the rudimentary intelligence told them that now was not the right time. But, it would be soon. Very soon, in fact.

Their lung capacity left much to be desired, and they both broke off the kiss sooner than they'd liked. Corinth had always admired his mates' forest green eyes, but never had they sucked him in so much as right now. The moment was perfect. And it was about to get even better. He drew back his tail, slowly, and gently. Each tail ridge that popped out was a sign of progress, and that progress was finished completely in a short time. Corinth reluctantly pulled back a bit, hovering his body just at the edge of his partners' embrace.

"Y'know once we start again, they're going to sneak up some more, right?" Corinth asked, matter-of-factly as his rod was poised at the well-prepped entrance.

"That is how they work, yes... You're sure it's fine, right?" A flicker of unease showed in his eyes before he blinked it away.

"Of course it is. I made sure of it!" Many nights of research had gone into this, and if over a hundred sites were wrong... Then he'd have to go fix that problem himself.

His indecisive daydreaming was broken with Daz pulling him closer with his hind-paws. He let his mate decide how hard he'd push the rod into him. Even with the stretching, Corinth knew he could be rather... thick. The pre made it easier, but it was still a bit of a stretch. But, the look of relief, and lust on his partners' face made all the effort in restraint worth it. It was only two inches buried, but around those two inches it felt absolutely amazing. The faint rustling started up again, and they both knew exactly what it was.

Corinth was a bit more used to it, but he gave that worry still buried in his partner a run for its' money. He amped up the pressure, driving forward into the dragon underneath him with calm precision. He hadn't been lying when he said he'd been out here before, but he'd never been out here this close to their winter preparation and mating cycle. The care and worry left his mind with every millimeter he managed to stuff into his mate. The deeper he went, the more distracted he became.

Meanwhile, Daz kept his focus on his mate, ignoring the green, amber, yellow and cyan tendrils he knew were getting closer. His mind told him to run, and he was certain Corinth could feel it through that solid connection between their bodies. The dragon breathed, taking deep breaths to relax, just as much for his own sake, as his partners'.

They knew. Now was the time to sneak up on the mated pair, and when they built up momentum... they would strike. They'd be at the hives' mercy, giving them all they had stored inside them. Nutrients would flow, and the hive would drain every single drop with not a moments' hesitation. The crimson seemed familiar, or at least his scent, but that was no matter. Tendrils knew pain, but they would never inflict it upon others. Not even rival hives would destroy each other. It was just as important their food sources be kept drained, but free.

Daz felt a longing sense of regret when Cor began to pull out, after stuffing so many wondrous inches into him. Each ridge that popped out left an empty hole where it had been, and a familiar ache returned with it. He was loathe to let every millimeter go. But, the sensation when he was filled again was more than worth it. Every tight, rolling thrust pushed more and more into the dragon, and he felt bliss. The same kind of bliss he had when he orgasmed earlier, but on a lower level.

And for that, he moaned, his claws digging into the stone floor. Etching evidence that dragons had defiled this once holy place. Not that he cared.

Time flowed as the two coupled. They took the time to feel out each curve, ridge, and scale on the others' body. Their minds alight with lust, and pleasure. It made a good enough distraction to keep their minds off of the rustling of the tendrils gliding closer... Of course, they would wait a while longer yet. Corinth knew that much from experience. If they could at all help it, they would wait until both of them were about to climax, and then they'd move in to help clean up the mess.

And cause a little, besides.

Wet slapping sounds echoed off of the stone walls as they picked up the pace. If previous experience was any indication, Daz knew he was close, and if he was close, it was likely that Corinth was as well. Their second times always were quick, messy affairs. It was the many times afterwards that made nights special. He was more than content with the journey to their peak, though. Paws roamed his lovers' back, feeling them contract as he drove himself into Daz. The feelings underneath his tail were more than pleasurable, as well. Thick as he may be, that made Corinth's' job of hitting all his sensitive spots that much easier. And besides, what submissive dragon didn't like a good stretch every now and then?

"Ah!" Daz felt Corinth hilt himself inside his sensitive rear passage.

The girth spreading him open left no spot untouched. Each of the ridges popping into, and out of his well-used ass resounded. Loudly enough, even, that he could count each one. The pre was more than doing its' job, but more than a bit oozed out with each thrust, making them even more messy. He rolled his head to a side, only to be resting his muzzle on something warm, wet, and surprisingly soft. Daz opened his eyes only to find his muzzle laying across several multi-colored tendrils. They were already sopping up the mess, and if the grunts from Corinth was any sign, they'd have much more to do in a moment.

"Cor..."

"Hm-grr- mmm?" He grunted out his question.

"You should open your eyes and see how close they are. I-uh-, don't know if they like surprises." It was very difficult for Daz to form a full sentence in the middle of their vigorous fucking, but he managed.

"What do you... Oh!" It clicked in his head.

Corinth wasn't sure if they would, but he curled his tail underneath him just to be safe. The added stimulation would be nice, but sudden penetration of a seldom-used rump could be... exceedingly painful if unprepared. His internal balls churned, the slight touch of his own scales almost enough to make him blow. Feeling Daz grip him particularly strongly brought him over the top.

"grrrRRRh!" Corinth grit his muzzle shut, the unexpected orgasm feeling particularly forceful.

Each shot of dragon-seed into his lovers' ready, willing, and tight rump felt like a pressurized jet. It only took the first two to bring Daz over his own peak as well. They both roared as the warm fluids added another coat of white between their bodies. And that was the signal for the tendrils to do the one thing they'd been made for.

As silent as they had been, they did away with secrecy now. The rustling was loud, unmistakable for what it was. The multiple colors of the collective of tendrils made for eye candy as they shot between the two drakes. Their warmth only added to the pleasure of both the dragons riding out their orgasms. The last few weak spurts from Daz' cock oozed directly onto the plants' skin. Triggering them to begin producing a milky sap of their own.

"C-corinth?"

"Yes, Daz?" He stared at the dragon underneath him.

"It feels a bit funny to have so many different tendrils sandwiched between us." He didn't sound scared. Perhaps a bit aroused if anything?

"Ssh. It'll be fine." He licked his partners' muzzle. "They'll go after the easy stuff first, and then... the more hard-to-get bits."

"Out of curiosity, do you know what they taste like?" If Daz could blush, he would have.

"Kinda sweet, not entirely unlike tea blended with honey flavors. It's odd, hard to describe. But you'll be finding out soon enough."

Their afterglow lasted more than long enough, this time. It had hardly begun winding down when the tendrils began to move again. More tendrils slithered their way over the pair, coiling around legs, wings, and tails. They pulled gently, testing their newest catches' resolve. Corinth's' tail muscles were more than a match for one tendril, two or three even. But, he cooperated enough, letting them raise his tail a bit. Tendrils, multiple of them coiled around Daz' tail, working their way upwards to the cock still lodged in his stretched hole.

"I feel like I should have packed lube." Daz stated plainly, knowing what the tentacles were aiming for.

"You did. We didn't use it." Corinth smirked, producing the bottle with his tail.

"A bit late now... but your deposit should work well en-AH!" He was interrupted as the tendril spared no time.

Even if he had just orgasmed minutes ago, his rod had barely lost any stiffness. Cor had to admit, feeling a tentacle coil around his rod, and into Daz was a unique experience. One his mate was clearly enjoying, judging by the look in his half-lidded eyes. He cocked his head, just watching his reaction as it snaked even deeper inside him. It was no doubt eager to clean up the mess he'd made, and replace it with its' own sap. One that'd do an even better job of lubrication. Pfft. Cor knew the secret to manufacturing the stuff anyway. And that secret was making more of it, and pushing into his lover right now.

"Just relaaax." Corinth nibbled at his lovers chin, noting the drizzle of dragon drool that was already forming. They'd be both a mess by morning.

"Easy for you to say." Daz huffed, screwing his eyes shut. The tendrils may have been flexible,soft, and squishy, but having them around Cor's rod was a bit much!

"Oh, I'll be getting mine soon enough, I'm sure." He teased.

Of course, his guess was concrete. An additional pair of vines coiled around his tail, both adding to the grip they had on him... and getting ready for another round. His rod stiffened even more feeling them begin to ooze their sap onto him. Both onto his rod still inside Daz, and onto his tail. The warmth was welcome, as the night was growing colder the longer the sun had set. He shivered as they crossed over to the underside of his tail in a lazy, long curve. The tendrils curled around Daz' back legs as well, gently prying them apart, off of the vice-like grip he had on Corinth's' back. It was a good thing, too, because Cor had almost gone numb.

While the vines, tendrils, tentacles or whatever name they had were not conscious in the same way he and Daz were, they had a sort of primal instinct. One that helped them pace things, and soothe and coax their prey into relaxing into their embrace. Or so Corinth read on WikiTentacle. It was proving to be accurate, between the warm goop seeping into and underneath his scales, to the slow, kneading, sliding sort of movement they used. Their grip even felt more like a soft massage than a paw or claw grabbing him. The other part of relaxing was a bit more obvious, and one they wanted to start. Right now, actually.

His rod felt more than a bit odd, being stroked while still embedded deeply inside Daz, but it was an amazingly blissful experience. Strange, tight, and wet with a combination of his own seed, pre, and the tentacle sap making for an interesting lubricant.

"Feel that?" It was a rhetorical question. "Seems like they're wanting a third round to start already."

"They're a bit impatient, I think." He rolled his head to the other side as the tendrils made an impromptu pillow for his head.

"Well..." Corinth smirked. "I agree with them."

The tendril on his rod slipped a bit, before tightening its' coil. It added a bit of length, just enough to stay inside, stretching Daz open just enough... For Corinth to plow back in, nudging the tentacle when he bottomed out. The sensation and experience was exquisite for Daz, and just as much so for Corinth. A lone, solitary tendril coiled around his spine spikes, weaving between them. It didn't stop until it was perched atop his head, before it pulled away, and into his field of view proper. Looking at it cross-eyed did Corinth no favors, after all.

"Must think we talk too much, heh." He allowed himself a short chuckle.

Daz almost responded, but a tendril mirroring the one on Corinth's head caused him to think better of it.

"I'm telling you... it's sweet." Corinth stuck his long tongue out at Daz, before licking between his nostrils. He couldn't quite reach... but he was sure the tentacle got the hint.

In the mean time, he gave his muzzle something better to do, pecking kisses on his lovers' snout, and neck. The tendrils just above their eyes met, poked at each other a bit, and otherwise ignored each other. Corinth almost wondered why they didn't interact much, but then he realized that they must be from different hives. 'Seeing' another tendril not connected to their hive must have been a confusing experience for them. All the same, it wasn't long before his teeth were nipping at the tan dragons' neck. Of course, with his muzzle open, the tendril reversed course, curling around the side of his long head. It poked and prodded at his teeth, looking for any chance at all to do its' job.

It found an easy enough chance when Corinth finally stopped sampling his mate. He panted, bringing his head up so that Daz would have a clear view. What little lips he had, he drew back, grinning, and opening his jaws wide. The intrusion was sudden, and forceful, poking the back of Corinth's' throat before it stopped. He fought the urge to cough, or bite down. It was only their nature to be sudden, and suspicious of such an easy opportunity. However, as it became clear he wasn't resisting, the tendril withdrew. It dragged its' slick wetness across Corinth's' tongue, oozing that sweet sap he'd sampled more than a few times before.

Daz hazarded sticking his tongue out as a few drops of his dominant partners' saliva dripped onto him. He cocked his head to the side, and pleaded with his eyes. Corinth made it easy enough, tilting his head just enough so that the excess would spill onto his lovers' tongue. One drop then two, then three fell onto the tip of his tongue. He'd tasted his mates' saliva more than a few times before, so isolating the taste was easy enough. It was overpowering, even. True to his word, it was sweet, and more than a bit earthy. And... it was a taste Daz had to get more of.

He opened his muzzle wide, and spoke quickly.

"Dude. That tastes amazing. An- hrk!" He didn't learn from Corinth's' reaction earlier.

The sudden intrusion of his throat made him gag for a moment, before he suppressed it. The tendrils wasted no time making sure they were silenced, it'd seem. But, it didn't stop the tan dragon from groaning out from within his throat. If the tendril in Corinth's' muzzle was sweet, this one was even more so! Every taste seemed amplified on his taste buds. This particular tendril took a bit longer to trust the sharp set of teeth around it, only slowly pulling out of the dragons throat, to rest on his tongue. If they had any chance of getting out of this before, they'd squandered it. But, the look in Corinth's' eyes when he met the tan dragons gaze more than confirmed what he was thinking. They'd be stuck a while, sure, but it'd be worth it.

Or, at least, so he hoped. Either way, his dreams were becoming reality at a breakneck pace. The tendril sliding along his tongue oozed its' sap, letting the thick taste coat the dragons' muzzle. It was certainly a taste Daz wouldn't be able to wash out for a while. Not that he minded at all. He did mind his ass being stretched open wider and wider as Corinth plowed him though. And in a pleasurable, radiant haze, he relaxed.

The feeling of his mate finally relaxing enough to enjoy the experience was a milestone for Corinth. It was hard going breathing out of his nostrils while he savored his mate. Made even more difficult by the vine in his mouth. All the same, his suckling on the tendril rewarded him with even more of the syrupy plant goo he craved. And that cooperation more than signaled another tendril to begin weaving its' way around his tail. He growled, but that didn't deter them in the slightest. More tendrils moved in, bunching up around the pair. A few more managed to fit between them, coiling around the tan dragons' rod.

If the tentacle in his muzzle wasn't enough to convince his internal balls to begin readying up for another orgasm, the feeling of a warm, wet orifice around his cock more than solved that. The triple threat almost made him bite down, but he resisted the impulse. The feeling of his mates' belly scales rubbing against the hollow tendril, and through that onto his cock was... interesting, to say the least. Daz drooled out of his muzzle, the extra sap oozing out of the sides. As much as he concentrated on swallowing down more and more, the plant had endless reserves. With every gentle sliding motion, it was also working its' way back into his throat. This time, much more gently than before.

The third tendril joined its' brethren, tightening their grip around Corinth's' tail. It coiled around his tail, in loose circles, barely wrapping around the scaled flesh. Four or five loops later, the crimson felt the base of his tail being pulled up a bit farther. His muscles stretched a bit, before a warm, slick sensation told him all he needed to know. Daz saw him screw his eyes shut, and he let out a high-pitched whine as the tendril slowly prodded its' way inside the dominant crimson. It was more than enough, though.

Corinth would have roared, but the plug in his muzzle silenced him better than three feet of concrete insulation. The only impulse he managed to vocalize was a weak, satisfied moan. Even then, the tendril tickled at the back of his throat, plunging deeper into him. They only went so far, he knew, but it felt like it was prodding at his stomach already. Even if it did, it would know better very quickly. His teeth more than indented the membrane-like gel as he was filled by the tendril in his rear.

Daz felt Corinth orgasm through his body shaking around him, and it was no surprise when the tendril began moving inside him. It stroked gently, both massaging his inner walls, and dragging Cor mercilessly over his peak. Each spurt of potent dragon-seed that roped inside of the tan dragon was absorbed quickly. The tip of the tentacle devoured every drop, and replaced it with its' own sap. His own orgasm stood steadily in the background, maintaining itself, but not quite enough to push him over. Well, until yet another tendril slipped into the mess that was his well-used rear. It had one target, one that it found quickly.

"GrrHRRrrrrr" He growled, growls melting away into a soft purr.

Once it had identified its' target, it was not gentle. Pokes, prods, and grinding pressure gave Daz all he needed to finish yet again. His internal balls ached, but he knew it was just the beginning of a rather long night. At this point, he could only hope he could walk straight that week. That wasn't looking too likely, either. His back arched, grinding his cock between the tendril, and his dragons' belly. Every spurt and jet was greedily sucked away, the vacuum-like suction around his rod more than convincing. In a fevered haze of thought, Daz figured it was like an orgy, without the extra people.

They collapsed. Or, rather, Corinth did. Their chests heaved for air, still more than a bit starved for oxygen. Body heat warmed the both of them, and the moon began reflecting its' gentle light through the church window. It lended an interesting ambiance, the light mixing with the harsher LED light from the lanterns.

It was comfortable, if a bit awkward. Both of their sets of balls were complaining, but neither cared much. Their afterglow had only stacked into a pleasurable haze of warmth, comfort, and more than a little bit of a mess. Daz nuzzled at his mate as much as he could, pawing at his sides. Feeling his heartbeat through his hide and scales was even more comforting than the warmth.

"_He planned all this... for me."_Daz thought.

A smile would have split his muzzle, but the most he could manage was a smirk. His mate was even further gone than he was. The crimsons eyes were half-closed, and unfocused. He was reveling in the pleasure, and more than likely still feeling stretched as well. It took a few minutes for their hearts to settle, but they eventually did. They would have talked, but that was still made impossible. When Corinth snapped his eyes open, it was because the tendrils had begun moving again. And this time not just horizontally.

Daz questioned their grip on the large, bulky dragon, but as more tendrils assisted in the effort, they hauled him upwards. Once they managed to pull the dragon off of the floor, it was slower going. His breeding tool popped free with a loud slurping noise, making Daz feel more than a bit empty, and cold as well. Luckily, even more tendrils were happy to help with that. The tendril that was once wrapped around his mates' rod began to unfurl, slowly working its' way out of his ass. More and more of the multicolored appendages wrapped around him, each one gently lifting him upwards. It took a bit less to pull him upwards, but soon enough he was eye-level with Corinth again. They were scarcely a dozen feet off the ground, but it felt like he was on top of a skyscraper.

He had already gotten comfortable in the time it took them to bring Daz up, laying reclined on his back, suspended in midair. He'd already attempted to unfurl his wings on the way up, but the vines were having none of that. It felt a bit restrictive having them essentially coating his wings with layers of themselves. Still, it was warm, and comfortable. They had him balanced almost perfectly, even when he moved his limbs around.

The only thing Corinth could offer was a slight shrug. He was as clueless as Daz at this point. The host of vines manipulated the tan dragon as they wished, putting him in a similar position as his mate. Then they slowly brought the two together again, until their flanks were touching. Daz hooked his mates' paws into his own, their digits entwining. His strong grip was reassuring, if a bit awkward at this angle. When the tendrils inside them began to move, they knew yet another orgasm was going to be gotten out of them. Milked, even, if the tendrils demanded it. The feeling of being powerless in their care excited Daz more than the time he'd gotten Corinth to dress up as a maid.

... of course it had been Cor that proposed the idea, though.

The sap began to ooze into his throat again, warmer than before. It took a few last moments, but the tendril in his rear finished uncurling, and the last thing holding him open left a gooey trail in its' wake. Another, thicker vine began to wrap its' way around his tail, over all the other ones keeping him steady. His eyes widened as he looked down at it. It had to be at least as thick as Cor's thickest point! If not even more thick. And its' length... His eyes followed it until it became indistinguishable with the horde of tentacles. There was no way all of that was fitting, but he knew they would certainly try.

Luckily, Cor was getting the easier end of the deal. But, it was no easier for him when the tendril plugging him began to drill deeper inside him. His eyelid twitched a bit at the burning ache. Even with the added syrupy lube, it was rough on him. His insides rippled when they grazed that oh-so-sensitive gland in his rear. A dollop of hefty pre made its' way out of his tip. Just as quickly, another tentacle was summoned to milk him dry. It took but moments for it to latch onto him, and take his rod all the way to the root. His already overworked rod felt overstimulated with the sudden wetness and vacuum, but he also felt the beginnings of what could be a powerful orgasm.

His mate was too distracted to notice his predicament. He was definitely going to be sore tomorrow. It spurted a thicker, creamier sort of sap, no doubt meant to lube. It added to the plant-based mess that was his tailhole, but it could only help so much. Daz did his best to relax when he felt the blunt tip press against his taut ring. There was pressure behind each spurt of lube the plant offered, enough to rope inside him. The sheer warmth from it tingled a bit, warming him from the inside out. Slowly but surely, the tendril drove itself in, inch by painful inch. That longing Corinth left inside him was more than filled as the green vine made itself at home.

If nothing else came of tonight, he'd have memories to share with Corinth for a lifetime.

It more than made itself at home. The warm, slippery surface almost conformed to the shape and texture of Daz' inner walls. This made for an interesting sensation as it continued to reflow itself as it pushed inward. Even with the tendril constantly changing shape, it was quite a squeeze for Daz. He was relaxing as much as he could, and yet it only seemed bigger the more it forced in! The sweet, sugary taste on his tongue could only distract so much. The tendril in his mouth muzzlefucking him also redirected his attention a bit as well.

Cor was no better off. His rod was already leaking pre at a prodigious rate, and his internal balls could only produce so much at a time. The dragons' internal stores had already emptied the majority of their thick seed, but the tendrils were convincing them to give up every last drop. And the dragon was sure they'd get it. His eyes screwed shut as the vacuuming sensation around his cock only amplified, and began to move up and down his rod. Not entirely unlike his mates' muzzle earlier that week...

The tan dragons' footpaws curled up at the tendril finally stopping its' invasion of his body. He hazarded a glance down, and was surprised his stomach wasn't bulging out with how it felt. So much had been stuffed inside him, and sprayed into him, that he felt stuffed. Almost overfull. The feeling of the tendril beginning to pull out was relieving to his stretched insides. With every spurt of its' syrupy pre, lube, or whatever it was, it left a warm wake inside Daz. After a few moments, it had snaked almost the entirety of its' used length out of the dragon. Of course, what came out... plowed back in. The lube it had left made it easier, but the sudden thrust from the thick vine made Daz see stars.

The vine around his cock milked him for all it was worth. There was no way either of them were going to last much longer at this rate. But, since the tentacle horde had them all night, Daz and Corinth both were sure they'd have absolutely aching balls by morning.

They weren't wrong, but it happened sooner than Corinth expected. The pressure of that tentacle in his rear abusing his prostate, and the soft, slick vine giving him a blowjob was too much. The sweet taste on his tongue only added to the stimulation, bringing him over the edge to a choked climax. The roar died in his throat, and instead, his entire being focused on that one thing. Orgasm. Everything else faded away, and only the sensations of spurting jet after jet of hot seed into that waiting vine were left. It felt like an eternity of him giving all he had, and then some. Still, the hive of vines were hungry for more. They cleaned his cock of every drop, and only allowed him a few moments of rest.

Moments that were enough to watch his partner stretch lewdly around that thick vine in his rear. Bigger than even his own rod, it shoved into his abused tailhole at a rapid pace. Corinth's' eyes widened at the sight. His rod twitched at the display. Daz had always preferred bottoming... but this was a sight to see! The tan dragon himself had his eyes shut, no doubt already building up to a pressured orgasm. Corinth sucked air through his nostrils, breath coming in sharp gasps. The tendril in his maw escaped, letting him breathe. But, after a few deep breaths, he only wanted to speak to his mate.

"Wow..." He muttered. "We'll be here a while, Daz... let them have what they want." The vines around him didn't object when he gripped his lovers' handpaw again, squeezing it sharply.

"Hnnngrrr." Daz heard the encouraging words, but he had little left to give. The rest was being battered out of him with each thrust, and soon, the last of his reserves would be gone.

Sucked into needy plants that would no doubt continue giving him this treatment for the entire night. The line between pleasure and pain blurred, but one thing was for sure. He'd give them at least one more burst of seed, and soon at that. Of course, exactly as his mate, he didn't expect it to be THAT soon, though.

Corinth watched the hollow tentacle seemingly suck the very life out his mate, through his balls. Spurt after spurt shot out of his tip, only to be carried away elsewhere, out of sight. The tendril stopped moving inside him, letting him ride out the strange sensation of being milked for all he was worth. His muzzle plug of a tendril fell out of his mouth, and his mates' jaw went slack from sheer pleasure. Eyes half-lidded, he panted. If the look on his face, and drizzling down his chin was any indication, he'd had one of the best orgasms of his life. Cor took this opportunity for a bit of chat.

"Hey... you're alright over there, right?" His voice illustrated his concern.

"Just-" He coughed a bit. "Fine. Super tired." Daz looked it, too.

"We'll be here a while, so rest. Focus on getting your heart rate down a bit, if you can." The tendrils around his forepaws loosened a bit, letting him move them around somewhat freely.

He rubbed at the tan dragons filled stomach, feeling the tendril still embedded inside him. It was a fascinating feeling, seeing his mate so stuffed, and overfull. Of course, it wasn't long until the tendrils were nudging him back the way they wanted. The way they wanted him for yet another round of forced orgasm.

Cor smiled a huge grin. Oh yes. They would be here until morning. The only question was how sore they'd both be...

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A morning later...

They'd left at some point, but the warmth they'd shared remained. Daz and Cor were both laying in a mess. Whose, they couldn't tell. After what had occurred that night, it could have been anyone's guess. Daz could certainly confirm that he'd been stuffed to his limit, and then some. He was sore all over, but most especially around his groin and tailbase. Cor wasn't much better, a dull pile of scales resting his head on the same steps they had last night.

"I feel like... I should have abstained longer if I didn't want to have an aching pair of balls this morning." The tan dragons' bones creaked and popped as he rolled onto his side.

"Naah." Cor groaned. "That wouldn't have helped."

The early morning sunshine was already pouring through the window, beginning to illuminate the once decorated temple. It spilled in, enlightening the pair as to just how much of a mess they'd made. Or rather, they'd been encouraged to make.

"We made all that?" He blinked twice, sunlight hurting his eyes a bit.

Cor mumbled something about it being leftovers from the tentacles, but Daz could barely hear it. They were both tired, exhausted even. The vines hadn't given them but a few minutes' reprieve at a time, and even that, sparingly. Sleep had been completely out of the question then. But, it didn't sound like too bad of an idea now. At least not to the pair of dragons.

"Think we should head home before we get some sleep?" Cor cracked an eyelid open, staring at his mate.

"I could go for a shower right now, but sleep sounds so nice..." Daz trailed off,

"Well, we could fly home, I guess. No need to hide the surprise now." He licked his muzzle, tasting the remains of what the tendrils had left. The sweet taste stuck to his tongue, and the back of his throat.

"It was a good surprise, I think." Daz rolled onto his feet, more than a bit of dried mess falling off of him.

"But, was it worth it?" The grin on his muzzle was all Daz needed to see.

"I think it was, though the rest of me disagrees." The tan dragons' muzzle soon shared a grin not unlike Cor's.

"And will we return any time soon?"

The tan dragon rolled his eyes, and stretched his wings.

"Perhaps next year. Or in a few months. I ache faaaar too much for a repeat showing any time soon."

Even with his coat of scales coated in many repeated messes, Cor still looked dazzling to Daz.

"Personally, it might be a bit closer to weeks than a year for me."

"Oh?" He cocked his head, cracking his long neck in the process.

"What? I rather like the feeling. Feelings, I mean. They taste good too." The look on Cor's face was adorable. He was embarrassed enough to stumble over his words.

"And here I thought you liked to top more often than not!" Daz ribbed him a bit.

"Well, it's nice being on bottom sometimes, too. As I'm sure you know quite well." Cor finally stumbled to his footpaws. He felt drained, empty even. Perhaps even light on his paws, for once.

It didn't take long to gather their things, and stuff them into the bag. This time, Cor opted to carry it, sparing his mate the trouble. They'd have to spend some time cleaning more than a few of the lanterns, and throwing away the trash, but it was a worthwhile expense for such a wild night. That was something they both agreed on. It was only a question of when they'd return.

They padded out of the building in single file, Cor taking the lead into the bright sunlight. The soft, fresh dirt underneath their footpaws felt good after padding down the steps. Daz brushed past his mate, already breaking out into a trot.

"Race you to the house!" As sore as he was, Cor would never decline a challenge.

"First one there gets to top!"

The bag on his back felt light as air as he gathered speed for a running leap into the sky. His mate had already taken off, but he was sure he'd catch up in no time. Even with his exertion last night, his wings carried him well. It was a beautiful morning for an early flight. And an even better one to be the first home. Or so he thought, at least. For now, he focused on long, hard wing beats, forcing the air to push him faster and faster towards home. If they hurried, it'd only take minutes, and they'd be home, inside, and in the shower before the majority of the populace had even woken up.

Not that Corinth would have minded showing off his new stripes.

(Hey! This one was originally slated for Halloween day, but stuff happened. Doesn't matter, though! As always, vote how you feel, fav if you liked it, comment as well, and watch if you would like to see more content like this in the future! Thank you much for reading this rather long-form bit of erotica!)