{"sf1_id":1095544,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Reflection of a Fallen Mate","author":"Cheetahs","words":5818,"posted_at":"2016-11-11T20:48:00.000Z","tags":["Adventure","Anal","Aroused","Ass","Breeding","Character Development","Cock","Cum","Cum shot","Dick","Dragon","Ejaculation","Erection","Fantasy","Fellatio","Feral","Foreplay","Gay","Hard-On","Kinky","Knot","Licking","Love","Lust","M/M","Male","Masturbation","Mating","Messy","Musk","Naughty","Non-Anthro","Oral","Orgasm","Penetration","Penis","Plot Development","Pre","Precum","Prostate","Romance","Seed","Series","Sex","Sheath","Spooge","Story","Stretching","Tailhole","Teasing","Tie","Wet","Yiff","hot","slit"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1095544-reflection-of-a-fallen-mate","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1095544","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1095544\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Writing is not only my greatest passion, but also my primary source of income, so please consider supporting me by getting a commission(click for info) or pledging on Patreon(click for link) to help more awesome stories come to life ^^I'm\nalso offering a bunch of exciting YCH story + Art packages! Ever\nwanted your character included in a premade adventure? Some of my very\nown characters stand ready to serve your needs, be they clean or\nnaughty! Click here to find out more: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1095541***This story is a commission***Description:  Darris\nsets off in search of his brother, but the journey isn't quite what he\nexpected. Failure, famine, and lust lead the dragon on a dangerous path that\nmight just separate him from his beloved mate forever. Reflection of a Fallen Mate\nDarris traveled effortlessly upon the flow of energy that\nbound hundreds of different worlds together. He had been to so many worlds\nalready, without learning so much a hint of his brother's whereabouts. Was he\nso bent on escaping the law? So clever as to avoid leaving any sort of clue in\nhis wake? Darris knew only one thing. He had to find him before others did.\nWhen the flow stopped a shimmering gate opened. Another\nworld awaited his arrival just a short distance away. Darris peered through the\nportal like he always did, nares flaring, tail twitching. He hated this part\nbut with a sigh resigned himself to the fact that there was simply no avoiding\nit. He stepped through the gate without so much as a pause and immediately felt\nit, the same dizziness and nausea he'd experienced the previous times. He coughed\nand gagged, the contents of his stomach prostesting heavily against the\nmystical forces that  transported Darris to his destination. \nThe journey ended within seconds. Darris wobbled  away\nfrom the gate several paces before collapsing into a sprawl, panting. The\ndizziness intensified to the point where the forest surrounding him was\nspinning out of control, and all he could was lay there with his eyes closed,\nhead swaying and panting until the crippling weakness passed. His tongue lolled\nfrom the side of his maw, a string of drool stretching from its tip. He managed\na weak growl, his upper lip twitching in a defiant snarl. He could only imagine\nhow pathetic he looked and was thankful there was no one else around to see him\nin such a compromised state.\nGradually his head cleared and the dizziness in his belly\nsubsided, enough that he was able to slowly roll to his feet. Darris dug his\nclaws into the ground for extra support, then looked around, taking notice of\nhis surroundings.\nFrom the look of the trees around him it appeared the gate\nhad opened onto a grassy knoll, situated on the outskirts of what appeared to\nbe a city of some kind. It appeared the crystal's magic had chosen a more\nadvanced civilization, this time. \nDarris looked about cautiously then, satisfied it was safe,\nwalked away from the line of trees to the far edge of the clearing, his eyes\nnarrowed, studying the city in the distance. With his keen vision he could see\nthe small shadowed figures of flying creatures circling about the tops of\nbuildings, or flying from one to another. The longer he watched the figures the\nmore he could make out the details of their form, even from such a far\ndistance. They appeared to be some manner of dragon-like creatures, or possibly\ndragons of a species different from his own.  \nAnd these dragons built cities spanning like a forest of\nstone upon the land. If they built this one, it was reasonable to assume they\nbuilt others. There was no telling how many he would encounter. Darris rumbled,\nlifting a paw to scratch his chin as he studied the towers of stone. With so\nmany concentrated in one area meant more opportunities to obtain clues of his\nbrother's whereabouts; but it also meant increased risk of trouble. Darris was\nthe stranger in this world. He had no desire to incite trouble so soon after\narriving (a lesson hard-learned from one of the previous worlds he'd ended up\nin). No. Better to lay low for awhile, observe and take time to get a better\nidea of what else was out there. \nDecided, Darris spread his wings and with a single leap took\nflight away from the city; west where the trees grew tall as mountains and\nshadows blanketed the land in constant twilight; what appeared to be the edge\nof the dragon's territory in this world, as far as Darris could tell.. \nIt was also the territory of the avians, who opposed Dragons\neven to this day. Though the last skirmishes took place more than fifty years\nago, there was still a lingering feeling of dread shifting beneath the canopies\nof the giant trees.\nDarris had left the knoll at nearly sunset and by the time\nhe reached the tall nightfall fell upon the landl. He could barely see anything\nin the gloom. The trunks became outlines, and branches wicked talons that\nreached to grab him. He wasn't afraid though. The same darkness that shrouded\nhis senses also protected him from being spotted, and from would be his\nenemies. With each flap of his wings, he pierced closer to the heart of the\navian flock. Everyone slept, aside from the guards. They flew in pairs or\ngroups of four. Darris sensed them through the ward surrounding him and knew\nhow to avoid them.\nThe colony was built on top of the husk of an elder tree.\nCrafted from pearlstone, impervious to any kind of magic or physical harm, the\nivory behemoth stood as a beacon of hope for the owls, eagles, and gryphons\ntraining underneath its berth and as a sign of oppression for the few rogue\ndragons hiding inside the darkness of their forest. \nThe finest sky chasers came from the training pits spread\naround the ivory colony. With such close proximity to their enemy, spell\nweavers and warriors alike had plenty of chances to hone their skills. Darris\nwas fortunate no overzealous avians lusted for blood tonight. He did a short\nsweep around the inner establishment, then flew away with the coming of\nmorning.\nThe next day took him north, towards the jagged cliffs of a\nregion that earned its name from its proximity to the ocean. MistShore was\nrenowned for its gentle winds, thick smells brought from the ocean's heart, and\nthe settlement that was erected inside the heart of the humid jungle.\nThe Heart of Unity deserved its name. Darris quickly learned\nhe had no need for subterfuge here. He flew around in broad daylight, sailing\npast other dragons without as much as a growl. Tolerance was the main weapon\nhere, and everyone, from dragon to two-legged beasts wore it with pride. Darris\nchecked the rookeries. These were among the largest in the colony, housing tens\nof thousands of eggs within their chambers. Still, the life contained within\ngave no answer to his dilemmas. Where was his brother?\nNobody knew. Not dragon, not lizard, not dog or horse or\nanyone. Anger churned within the dragon's chest. How many more worlds must he\n search? He'd searched so many already, that last several of which had\nyielded nothing. Darris was going on sheer will by this point, but his patience\nwas wearing thin, his will to continue chipping away bit by bit!Darris relaxed\nfor the night, feasting on bovine meat and sleeping on the beach with the song\nof the ocean growling inside his ears. \n*\nWhen dawn came, he was on his paws again, trading the heat\nof MistShore for the bitter sting of snow and ice. The Howling Mountains were\nas ruthless as the beasts they sheltered within their frozen bosom. The warm\nair couldn't climb past their jagged peaks. The mountains were too tall, too\nstubborn to let the weak inside their circle. So they made life a daily\nstruggle. Darris had to use a special mixture of oils he got from MistShore to\nprevent his wings from freezing stiff. Though the sky was clear, each breath\nexpelled vapors of snow from his stinging nostrils.\nThis cursed land was the only part of the nexus that was\ncompletely free from the clutch of the united dragon races. That's where the\nKeep of Defiance stood. It was a fortress built from ice and dark stone made to\nendure both the weather and the constant attacks from the many indigenous\ncreatures that were unhappy about the scent of dragons. \nDarris stayed far from the staging grounds. All those\nwarriors trained by the avians flew here as a final test of courage and skill.\nAnd as the brother of an exiled dragon, he wasn't extremely eager to chance an\nencounter with those he'd come to learn were dragon haters. He hid inside a\ncave during the better part of the day and emerged at night when the frigid\ncurrents of a blizzard drove motes of hardened ice through his wing\nmembrane.Darris barely managed to flap his wings a hundred times before he\nturned back to his cave. He wasn't made to endure such savage cold.\nAll he could do was wait and hope that the one lead he did\nobtain would result in the discovery of his brother, and a swift end to his\nwretched quest he was forced to endure. The location he was given was said to\nbe the Pit of Anguish, a desert region whose heat was warm and accommodating; a\nregion with a rugged span of ruins strewn along the dusts of a dead world. Word\nsaid that it had more towers than any other keep, and its prison chambers\nextended deep under the ground to accommodate for any creature that defied the\nlaws of those brave or crazy enough to still lay claim to this world. When he\narrived, Darris did a short sweep around the outskirts during the night, only\nto feel the same barren emptiness he felt before. His heart sank. If his\nbrother wasn't here, then he felt little hope of finding him. The nexus was too\nbig a place. Too broad for a single dragon to conquer.\nDarris flew, suddenly yearning for his fallen mate. He felt\nspent. All he wanted to do now was to retreat back in the embrace of the dragon\nhe'd loved.  \nHe wanted so desperately to lick alongside his mate's jaw,\nfeel his warm wing draped over his back along with the hot spurts of seed\nrushing inside him. Oh, he wanted that very much. After weeks of fatiguing\nsearch, Darris yearned for nothing more than the tightness of his mate\nmassaging around his swollen knot. \nHe sailed along the winds of nether, helplessly entranced in\nhis desires until his cock threatened to poke out of its engorged sheath.\nDarris landed back in the forest world, his wings too fatigued to keep going.\nThe dragon curled around himself and closed his eyes for the night, thinking of\nhis beloved mate with a mournful, pining whimper as a drifted off. No matter\nhow badly he missed and wanted Meragor, Darris knew he would never know the\npleasure and warmth of him again. Meragor had been murdered, taken from him,\nand he swore that when his brother was found he would seek out and rip apart\nthe ones responsible. For now all Darris could do was dream.\nAnd dream he did, an erotic dream;  one that left his\nmember completely exposed. Darris sleepily picked himself up, growling in\nannoyance as his member rubbed along the dew-laden grass. His musk already\npermeated the surroundings. Darris dared not lick himself out of fear for a\npremature release, but the dream left his senses so bare even his own scent\naroused him to no end. Darris growled in frustration. He had to run. To hunt.\nDo something to distract himself from this pestilent heat. He just about flared\nhis wings when a thump distracted his attention. Darris didn't make out much of\nit until a jolt of familiarity surged through his spine. His eyes widened,\nnostrils flared. There was someone out there. Someone he wanted to see with all\nhis heart.\nWas it...his mate? He had all the right colors. The right scent.\nHe even walked like him. But it couldn't be him! Meragor was gone, buried\nbeneath a pile of rubble. Darris had seen what was visible of Meragor's broken,\nlifeless body himself. This dragon had to be a stranger.\n\"Greetings,\" Darris straightened his back, trying to at\nleast appear presentable to the stranger that approached him with measured\nsteps.\n\"I greet you too, stranger from beyond the veil,\" the dragon\ntilted his head for a moment, then stared back at Darris. \"Had a rough night?\"\n\"It was ... bearable,\" Darris brought his tail around, well\naware of the drops of liquid musk dribbling from his exposed tip.\nThe dragon dipped his head. He took another step, and\nanother, each bringing his striking form closer. He looked just like Meragor,\nwith inspiring spikes running along his back and two proud horns that gently\ncurved towards his cerulean wings.\nAnd his eyes. His eyes were the warmest shade of flame he\never saw...almost as warm as the breath rolling upon his head, and the friction\ncaused between two sets of rubbing scales.\n\"Graaaarrrrr...\" a long, lustful growl washed over the blue\ndragon's neck. Eyes closed, muscles tensed with desire.\nDarris knew this dragon wasn't his mate, but slowly the line\nbegan to blur. He missed Meragor so much, wanted so much to have him again that\nit ached. He'd never suffered such loss, and now before him was a living,\nbreathing opportunity to have Meragor all over again. It was like a dream come\ntrue and Darris began to let go, to completely and uncharacteristically\nsurrender to this stranger's touch. \nThe blue dragon took in his scent, then rolled further,\ngoing towards his wing, his warm tongue so wet, so pleasing to his ear...\n\"Ruuuurrrrr...\" Darris drew back. \"En...enough.\" He couldn't let\nthis stranger have his way with him. How could a stranger he'd just met replace\nwhat he'd had with his fallen mate, even if he did look like Meragor?\n\"I should apologize, but I don't feel like it,\" the dragon\nsaid as he nuzzled along Darris' reverberating neck. \n\"You are the most unique dragon I ever met. Where do you\ncome from?\"\n\"The capital,\" Darris stammered as the dragon's prodding\nsnout made it infuriatingly hard to focus his senses on the task at hand. \"I am\non an important mission to...to find a dragon.\"\n\"Seems you found one.\"\n\"I don't need...it's not you I'm after,\" Darris stumbled back.\n\"Please. You don't have to get so close. I traveled across many worlds to-\"\nThe blue dragon suddenly pressed his snout against Darris'\nnostrils. \"Traveled?\" his warm breath rushed forth, a stream of moistened delight.\n\n\"You don't wear the armor of the scale-guards. What secrets\nhide beneath these striking scales of yours?\"\n\"No secrets. Just a crystal. Now please leave me alone. I'm\nstarting to get really-\"\n\"Hard?\" \nThe blue dragon rubbed along Darris like a feline in heat,\npassing under his trembling wings, sliding his lengthy tail along the\nunderbelly in a way that completely paralyzed Darris.\n\"Your smell is as delightful as your mane, piercer of the\nveil. Soft. Silky. Warm.\"\nDarris let out a soft growl.  The dragon's tongue\nrolled along the back of his neck, then washed over his ear-holes like a tide\nof shivering pleasure.\n\"Pl...please...\"\n\"Just a moment longer,\" the blue dragon whispered. \"I want\nto fully admire you before you depart, as the jewel you carry pales in comparison\nto the vision that graced this forest. I never met, saw, or smelled a dragon\nsuch as you.\"\nAnd that was how it all started. A simple string of\ncompliments coupled with the right amount of licks unraveled Darris bit by bit,\nuntil all he felt was the stranger's tongue upon his neck, his breath coursing\nalong a wing, sometimes even between his legs. \nThe line between dream and reality blurred until the\nstranger's enticement pushed Darris over the threshold, the world of his dream\nmerging in that moment with the world he was in now. Darris blinked. He wasn't\nhome, but it didn't matter. He was once again with the dragon he loved, with\nMeragor. All would be well again, brother or not.\nDarris couldn't hold himself back any longer. His sheath\nfelt so wet, his balls so tight. It'd been so long since he mated. It'd been so\nlong since he'd been with his--\n\"Meragor. Oh my Meragor. I-I've missed you so much ...\"\n\"A beautiful name for a beautiful dragon,\" the blue said as\nhe seductively traced his tongue around Darris' head.\n\"I'll bite your neck if you keep doing that. You know what\nhappened the last time we mated,\" \nDarris closed his eyes, shivering from how pent-up he was. \n\"The way you squeezed around me when I burst into you...all\nthe roars and the heat...it almost seems like...\"\nSomething pressed against the base of his cock, forcing an\nintense shiver to course along Darris' rippling mane.\n\"Grarrr...you want me, Meragor?\"\n\"Down to the last drop,\" the blue dragon pressed his tail\nharder, enraging Darris' eagerness to breed.\n\"Find us a cave then, rarrr...or I'll take you right here in\nthe open.\"\nThe blue dragon quickly led the way to the nearest\nmountains, making sure his clenching pucker was none too visible. The smell of\nhis musk kept Darris in a constant state of arousal, feeding the earth with\ndrops of oily precum until the dragons found a cave. It was a hole in the ground,\nbut to Darris nothing else mattered apart from his mate's inviting tailhole.\n\"This is it. Doesn't look like much, but I quite expect your\nwarmth to make up for it. You are by far the best, most beautiful dragon I met,\nand there is nothing else I want than to have you inside me.\"\nDarris was overtaken by an intense feeling of affection upon\nhearing his words. Meragor probably felt this, for he pushed against Darris\nwith a flurry of wings and paws, licking with his tongue, nuzzling with his\nhead, gripping with his paws. \nDarris was restless. He too enjoyed his mate in any way he\ncould. Pushing underneath his wing, he licked his soft membrane before he\npushed between his legs to sniff at the source of his scent. It was so intense.\nSo mesmerizing. With a quick push, he sank his tongue halfway through the\ndragon's moistened slit.\nMeragor growled with lust. Heated juice fell upon Darris'\nnostrils, enraging his overstimulated senses. He lapped, quick and hard, giving\nhis no reprieve, and Meragor kept growling and trembling before this tormenting\nassault. Darris thought he had him; that he was all but ready to give up and\nreward him with a few squirts of his honey.\nBut he quickly realized his mistake when something\nunbearably soft and incredibly warm slid along his ballsack. He choked,\nsurprised and stunned by how hard his member pounded. When did it come out?\nHow? It didn't matter now. Meragor coiled hard around Darris' cock head, then\nyanked the slimy erection hard towards the ground. Darris eyes bulged, then\nsqueezed shut when his cock was bathed by the intense heat that could only\nbelong to a dragon's salivating maw. Meragor took him -all of him- inside that\nprison of heated flesh, clenching around him like a snake killing its prey.\nWith his mate's musk fresh upon his tongue, Darris was infuriatingly receptive\nto stimulation. He pulled his tongue out to growl and shudder as Meragor sucked\non his cock like a meaty bone, tongue holding tight while waves of saliva\nsoaked Darris' spaded head, his seed hole, and everything from the tip of his\ncock to the knot that already ballooned into a painfully hard formation at the\nbase of his stretched sheath.\n\"Nrrrruuuuhhhh,\" Darris mewled.  \nWaves of heat shot through him with every pump of his great\nheart. He was going to cum... definitely going to feed his seed to his mate's\nhungry maw. Was that what he really wanted?\nNo. His mate needed that precious seed inside him. That was\nthe testament of true love: to share everything with your partner. Darris tried\nto pull away, but his legs were weak, and his wings limp with fatigue. What\ncould he do to free himself? His distracted mind could form no answers to such\ndilemmas when waves of intense pleasure traversed his body. Growling and\ntrembling, Darris turned back upon Meragor's slit. No. Not his passage, but the\ntense protrusion that hid between the fleshy walls. He wriggled his tongue\naround until reached the cock, then rubbed and nuzzled it with all he had.\nMeragor's tongue immediately unraveled as a tremor of heated\nbliss froze him stiff. Darris licked, licked, licked, pressing upon his special\nplace with the hard coils formed by his muscular tongue, burying the naughty\ndragon under the same heat he used on his cock.\nMeragor panted once, twice, then slammed his wings and tail\ndown, roaring with orgasmic might. A tense squirt of aqueous pre-seed slammed\ninto Darris snout, hot, sticky, and more arousing than anything. The dragon\nalmost collapsed with desire at tasting such rich liquor. He licked Meragor's\nspurting cock once, twice, thrice, then plugged his leak with his maw,\nslurping, suckling, downing all the fluids spurted by cock and slit alike with\nferal eagerness while Meragor spasmed, flapped, clawed and roared. A male\ndragon couldn't release his seed without becoming fully erect, but they could\nascend into an early climax. The fluid pumped into Darris' maw wasn't cum; just\nample amounts of sweet lubrication meant to facilitate the penetration.\nDarris swallowed everything, every jet of that delightfully\nhot essence. And when his mate's oversensitive member finally started pushing\nout of the slit Darris finally pulled back, his lips rising above his fangs\nwith lustful intent. He didn't see the snout that approached to lick him, or\nthe paws that grabbed around his neck to push him down. Darris only wanted the\nempty space above the dragon's growing cock.\nGrowling with animalistic need, he directed his mate around\nuntil the dragon rolled on his back. Then, Darris straddled him, thrusting for\nhis tailhole with rough strokes. Meragor kept trying to lick at his snout, but\nDarris brushed his maw aside to bite around his neck and push him into total\nsubmission. The dragon's tongue fell back into his maw, and his limbs stopped\nbeing such a pest. With those distractions out of the way, Darris fell upon his\nmate with all the lust he harbored within him.  His cock dripped with\npre-cum. Veins bulged along its surface, and his spade was hard and wide, too\neager to sink into something warm and tight.\nDarris thrust quick and mindlessly under the influence of\nhis instincts. He met Meragor's cock several times, but that wasn't what he\nwanted, what he needed to quench his desire. Each frustrating failure increased\nhis determination to breed. Darris poked scales time and time again. Then he\nfelt heat. With a sharp thrust, he plunged himself through a passage tighter\nthan anything he braved so far. Hard muscles formed a fortress around his\nspade, trying to hold him out, but Darris stubbornly fell upon them with all\nhis might, obliterating their pesky resistance.\nMeragor growled with desperation, splattering saliva between\nhis bared fangs. Darris should have paid attention to the resistance he met.\nInstead, he pushed himself halfway through the dragon's fleshy passage,\nmesmerized by how tight the muscles felt around him. The walls grabbed around\nhim with restless fury, only serving to enrage his lust as Darris sunk his cock\ndeeper and deeper.\nHe snarled when his fattened knot touched the rim of the\ndragon's tailhole. It felt so incredibly amazing to be inside a dragon. Darris\nspent weeks without relief. Weeks of fantasizing about his mate. Weeks of\nrestless nights spent growling his desire. No more. He was going to breed now.\nGoing to spill everything he held within his ripe balls.\n\"Grarrrrr,\" Darris clawed forepaws tightened their hold on\nthe dragon's hind legs. Meragor too growled at him, a fierce snarl draped over\nhis snout.\nDarris thrust, again and again, savoring each spurt of\nslickness gushing out of his cock. Every time he plunged himself in, that\ncorridor became wetter, warmer, better...up until a fierce thrust sent his knot\nramming against the entrance.\nDarris squeezed his eyes shut. Being so deep inside such a\nnarrow hole broke him. He no longer spurted beads, but squirts of precum. His\ndesire to cum was great. He could do it now. Unleash everything he had in the\ndepths of this unreasonably stimulating crevice without even knotting his mate.\nWith a heavy growl, Darris pushed himself out, having a hard\ntime braving through the horrendously powerful muscles. It felt as if his cock\nlodged itself between rocks, and only strong pulls could wrench it out.\nDarris pressed the ground with his legs, breaking out in a\nstorm of translucent droplets. Meragor moaned, writhing on the ground, while\nDarris hissed and huffed, his rock hard erection bobbing against his belly. The\nair was cold, uninviting, and he was much too close to release. After a short\nbreak, Darris slammed himself back through the same glorious hole, shuddering\nwith need as he sank all the way up to his knot. It felt too good. Too hot. Too\ntight! This was the perfect place to spend his seed into. Darris rearranged his\nlimbs, flared his wings, tensed his cock. With bestial vigor, he began pounding\nthat narrow hole in his earnest, coming down like an earthquake upon the\nrestless dragon. He was too tense, too restless. When a splash of warmth met\nhis belly, Darris knew what happened. His mate was liberating himself all over\nhis scales. \nMeragor's growls turned into proper, desperate yowls, the\nsharp bites applied on Darris' front leg fueling Darris' flaring instincts. His\nhard cock mercilessly drilled through the muscles, which already dribbled from\nthe amount of ooze he leaked with every throb. Slowly yet surely, the spasms\nbecame harder, quicker, tighter. Instead of a hard and unyielding hole, Darris\nturned his mate's tailhole into a dripping haven ready to be impregnated every\ntime he slammed down upon his mate. He thrust, thrust, thrust, hard and fast,\npounding the squelching tunnel, filling it with heated ooze, igniting it with\nhis heat. His balls swung up and down with the momentum, slamming against his\ntail base, then crashing down upon an equally hard surface for a fickle moment\nbefore the momentum carried his knot past the wall of gripping flesh. The heat\nbecame unbearable. The slickness too much. Darris' jaws hurt from how hard they\ntightened. He felt his cock bloating with a ravaging stream of fresh, heated\nseed, and he had but a moment before he spurted it out.\nDarris ripped himself out, dashing an arching line of cloudy\nfluids that fell along Meragor's chest. Though his mind was hazy, his instincts\nknew how to preserve the precious seed churning within his balls, just like\nthey knew how to guide him back to that slick paradise. Darris aligned himself\nwith his mate. Within one hard thrust, he found himself fully inside again, his\nspade stretching the muscles in a sharp line before his knot went in, smacking\nsheath and ass together with the lewdest of squirts.\n\"Raaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr!\" a crackling sound erupted from the\nmaws of both dragons.\nDarris cried out in bliss. All the pressure he held within\nfinally broke loose, flooding Meragor with a mighty riptide of sticky goo. His\nsavage hiss turned into a mellow growl, and his teeth lost their strength as he\nlicked and moaned his great delight. His paws raked along the stone, scratching\nsoftly while his\nwalls spasmed with orgasmic might. He was overtaken by\ncomplete bliss. Wings trembling, tail coiling around anything it could find,\nthe blue dragon panted, moaned, and squirted his seed out of his cock harder\nwith every spasm.\nDarris came all the harder as his own essence wrapped around\nhis cock like a blanket of living heat. It entered his cock hole, bathed his\nknot, engulfed him with the most sensual kind of heat. Every bit of him was\nsensitive. Darris balls quivered, sending all they had to his cock, which\nspasmed with lewd squelches before every spurt of seed. Meragor's tunnel\nquivered harder and harder, until he just froze stiff. Breath stuck in his\nthroat. For a moment, Darris thought time had stopped, just like his mate's\nanal muscles. Then, with a tremendous roar, Meragor burst in his earnest, his\nhot seed spurting like a geyser straight into Darris' dripping scales. The\nheated riptide of that spurt, the fresh smell of his mate's essence, his eager\nroar worked along with the tremendous tightness to send Darris' own pleasure into\nfrenzy.\nDarris fell upon his mate, applying a stronger neck bite to\nthe indomitable scales of the blue dragon's armored neck. Ferocity always\nspurred his pleasure, and Darris gritted his teeth, preparing to unleash yet\nanother heavy spurt. The pressure in his loins picked up. The seed gushed in\nrampant waves. Darris squeezed his eyes shut. Stars danced before him a moment\nuntil his cock bloated with fresh cum. Darris shoved himself inside his mate\nyet again, making both Meragor and himself yowl in the process as his knot\npressed upon that certain part of a male's anatomy.\nHot riptides of seed rushed out of his cock to invade his\nmate's passage. Meragor's muscles were more than eager to taste fresh. They\nspasmed fiercely, pounding Darris' own seed against the pounding tightness of\nhis cock. Such raw pressure increased his bliss to new heights. His cock felt\non fire, his balls filled with molten lava. With each throb, he erupted harder\nand heavier, forcing Meragor to squirm and moan like a helpless hatchling.\nLocked with his beloved mate, Darris gave everything he had, pounding the\nfertile essence out of his cock until his great spurts transformed into a\nfeeble trickle.\nThey both panted in the aftermath of the climax. The tie\nlasted longer than usual. Darris' spurts filled Meragor's tailhole to the brim,\nbatch after batch of fertile essence pushing deep with the intent to\nimpregnate. Meragor too ejaculated copious amounts of his essence. His cock\nalone created a hefty pool that washed around exhausted forms of the two\ndragons, and his tailhole worked itself through multiple contractions, each\nsqueezing Darris' knot hard and fast. After three orgasms, Meragor was too\ntired to even move. He laid there on the ground, growling tiredly.\n\"Inside...remain inside a bit longer...\"\nDarris was more than happy to oblige, treating his mate with\nall the love he harbored within him until his erection subsided. After that, he\ncleaned Meragor's cum flooded tailhole, then cuddled up with the dragon, with a\nwing protectively draped over the blue dragon's form. Darris only planned to\nrest for a little while, but when his heavy eyelids closed, only the warmth of\nthat wet tailhole remained in his mind along with the suave scent of fresh\ndragon seed.\n*\nMorning came along with a series of growls. Darris didn't\nknow what was happening until he found himself snout to snout with a snarling\nblack dragon.\n\"Mer...Mera...\" he managed to stutter before a heavy paw sent\nhis head into a rocky wall.\n\"That's your second warning, you filthy thief. Find your own\ncave to stain.\"\nDarris managed to crawl out before the dragon became more\nviolent. He looked around the cave's entrance, unable to make sense of what\njust happened. One moment he cuddled with his mate, and in the other a dragon\nalmost killed him for...invading his cave? But that couldn't be. His home was\nhere, in the...\nDarris' maw hung. The hole he stared at was nothing like his\nhome. He paced around, shaking his head, snorting the strange scents out of his\nnostrils.\n\"What have I done? Who did I mate?\"\nDarris stopped.\n\"Mate. My mate. How could ... Meragor is gone which means...\"\nCold dread washed over Darris. Everything made sense now. He\ndidn't have to break his beautiful necklace to confirm the crystal's absence.\nNo. He just needed the spite to whip his wings into a frenzy.\nFor several days Darris soared through the forested world in\nsearch for the thief that grieved him. He didn't eat, didn't mate, barely\nclosed his eyes at night. \nThere was no way to continue his search without the crystal.\nWithout it he remained stranded, unable to travel to other worlds, even to\nreturn home to fulfill his vow to avenge his mate's murder. \nSo He pushed himself as hard as he could until, on a misty morning,\nhe finally caught the right scent. Darris crashed through the trees. Relentless\nbranches broke upon his scales and scraped at his wings, but Darris knew no\npain until his claws tore into the soft earth.\n\"Are-are you mad? You could've broken your wings by-\"\n\"Give me what you stole,\" Darris growled at the blue dragon.\n\"What? Seed? You want that back after you turned me into\nyour female? I could barely walk after-\"\n\"Grarrrrr!\" Darris cut through the thief's bumbling words.\n\"Don't attack me, please. I'm sure we can work something\nout, see? The crystal, that's what you're after, but it isn't in me or on me.\"\n\"WHERE?!\" Darris thundered.\n\"In a safe place. Just let me lead you to it,\" the blue\ndragon flared his wings as if to defend himself from the snarling menace that\ncame after him.\n\"Fly...but if you deceive me again, there won't be just\nbranches that I'll break.\"\n\"Y-yes, yes. I understand, stranger. The mountain is just\nahead. Just let me find us a clearing, alright? I like my wings more than I\nlike you at the moment. Don't want to see them torn to shreds, like-\"\n\"WALK!\"\nDarris' snarl put the thief's paws to purpose. They walked\nthrough the tangled vegetation for quite a while. The blue blamed the forest,\nbut Darris knew better than to trust the word of a thief. The bastard was just\ntrying to wear him out, and when he tucked his wings to dash deeper into the\nforest, Darris was more than ready to rid that blue of his wings for good.\n \n \n***The End***Thank you very much for reading! 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