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Forward note: Hello readers and welcome back to another installment of Dragon's Path. This time around Rusturak gets his nose under a female's tail in order to solve a very pressing dilemma. If you like teasing, this one is for you!

** ***Dragon's Path 18: One Last Taste*****

RuSturak found the Herald inside one of his favorite chambers. The study, despite its name, offered nothing to expand the knowledge of whoever visited. It was a bare room devoid of any decorations or utility. In that way, it could be called a chamber or reflection, but the Herald always liked to think he saw past the drab or the usual. He sat next to his gryphon, staring between a pair of ornate pillars. They were too narrow to allow a dragon to pass through. A small gryphon could fit, yet right now only the wind breezed freely through the gaps.

"RuSturak," the man said without sparing a glance. "I have been expecting you. Come. Sit with me."

"Is there anything you wish to inform me about, Herald?"

"As a matter of fact, there is," the human stroke one of his gryphon's wings. The snowy bird turned its head back for just a moment before it started rubbing along the man's sapphire robe. "A bounty had been placed upon two individuals residing within the nest of our empire. They are wanted for treason, and if they are caught, they are likely to be killed."

"But you are not a bounty hunter."

"Correct," the man turned around. "I am but an old man who can only act through others. I believe these traitors are of significant importance to you."

RuSturak approached, tilting his head suspiciously. "Do I know them."

"Oh yes," the man placed his hand between the gryphon's ears, his calm fingers stirring a soft coo within the avian's throat. "They are the same companions you brought upon my ledge."

"Dahrzin? Vrelgor?" RuSturak growled. "What...what happened?"

"The worst that could happen," the man said calmly. "They escaped on the road, probably by killing my entire squad in the process, and pledged themselves to a certain master."

"No," the dragon shook his head. "No, Dahrzin would never...not after he's been through. And Vrelgor...he's too young, too easily influenced to think on his own. This master...are you sure he is not an impostor?"

"As sure as I can be of anything," the Herald said. He rested his back against a pillar, while his gryphon companion sat down to groom one of her wings. "My resources tell me your companions fled his establishment. Where they are now, I do not know, but if they are caught, they will not be punished, but killed."

"I'll depart," RuSturak tensed. "Where are they? Can you tell me their last known location?"

"Patience. I am not sending you after your friends yet. It helps no one if all three of you get captured."

"But-"

The herald raised a hand. "The bounty is all you have to worry about. Sway Akerion's tongue. Bend him to our will. Make him understand the value of peace, and then you can fly after your friends without falling into an ambush."

RuSturak nodded his head. It was a good plan. Something he would have done on his own accord. He still needed information though. Interacting with humans was not his greatest strength.

"What do I tell this Akerion? I am not versed in human politics, and if he is the slaver my friend said he was, then I will need every bit of knowledge I can use against him."

The Herald waved him to approach. RuSturak settled near the snowy gryphon. The Herald recounted tales of his own encounters and bits that could help the dragon achieve his goal. RuSturak's focus was like an arrow, sharp and unyielding, yet the suave scent of a fertile female slowly chipped at his resilience. She was in heat, a bundle of feathers and energy that could only be calmed by a male's seed. RuSturak tried his best to ignore her, yet that wasn't easy with the gryphoness nudged his neck or rubbed under his wing.

"Dawnbeak, come here. The dragon cannot be receptive to my words if you keep pestering him."

The gryphess crawled towards the Herald, where she was engulfed by the man's caressing hands.

"She's young and curious like any hatchling, but she will not bother you as long as I'm here."

"It's...it isn't a problem, Herald," RuSturak said. "Allow her to satisfy any curiosity she desires. Enjoy her freedom before it is taken from her."

"Oh," the old man smiled warmly. "Offspring are not a burden, but a blessing. There is no greatest purpose for any creature -including humans- than to pass on their skills, knowledge, and traits to the future generation. Your senses are keener than mine. Could you tell me if her mate's seed sprouted within her belly?"

RuSturak's wings fluttered. "I...I can, but scent alone cannot give me the answer you seek. I have to..." the dragon licked his nostrils with lust as he caught sight of the female's gender. "I need to get a closer glimpse to provide you with a certain answer."

"Of course. Of course. What kind of question is that? You are a dragon, not a man, to be bound by useless principles," the Herald rubbed into the female's neck while he beckoned RuSturak. "Come. Taste her if you must. The worst she can do is screech at you. Oh, my Dawnbeak has the loudest of screeches. Strangely enough she remains rather quiet while mating. All these years, and gryphon behavior still baffles my mind. Have I ever told you how I came into the possession of this beautiful companion? A trader came to my ledge. He was a burly man, looking more like a rogue than an honest man, and he wanted to..."

The Herald's words dimmed into a steady chatter. RuSturak wasn't interested in tales of the past. Not when he breathed in the scents of such an eager female. The closer he approached, the heavier her scent became, and the dragon fought to control himself once he brought his head within reach. The female looked at him with a pair of violet eyes. RuSturak too stared back, then growled warmly when her beak rushed under his neck to nuzzle along his scales. Soft chirps escaped through her beak, warming his heart in the same manner as her scent warmed his senses.

RuSturak allowed her to get as affectionate as she wanted. She pecked at his scales between rubs, probably curious why they were so hard. The dragon licked her beak one more time, then slid his nostrils along her sinuous body. The female's wings shuddered expectantly. She knew what was going to happen. They both did.

RuSturak's heart thundered in his chest. She had a mate. Arousal was equal to disrespect. The sorceress relieved him of his lust for a reason, yet for all the fancy magic she performed, the scent of a female in heat buried beneath his scales like liquid lust, making his muscles hard -all muscles, even that between his legs.

The Herald sat on the ground. He eased the gryphoness onto his lap, stroking through her neck feathers to relieve RuSturak of her bothersome attention. Only that he felt the opposite. With no other sources of distraction, the dragon turned upon a hind paw. He nuzzled into the warm pads, then trailed his tongue along them, much to the female's cooing delight.

"Oh, her pads are very sensitive. I advise you not to linger unless you want Dawnbeak to chase you for hours."

Curses. How dumb could he be? RuSturak pulled his snout back, but there was no escape from her scent. It filled the air like a thick haze of female arousal noticeable only by a quadruped's sharp instincts. The Herald had no idea of the struggle any male was put through when inhaling such concoction. He just sat there, ignorantly petting his gryphon while that sweet oozing lust tingled RuSturak's senses with the most wonderful warmth a male could feel. He breathed it in, all of it, lips trembling over the pointy tips of his teeth as the eagerness to sample her taste slowly overwhelmed his being.

RuSturak nuzzled the inside of her flanks, a futile attempt at holding back the inevitable. He went lower, and lower, until his twitching nostrils stood right above her squelching hole. She was wet. Wetter than any female he ever saw. A damp patch surrounded her fleshy lips, making her snowy fur a shade darker, and within the center, her bare lips twitched with the restlessness of arousal, working hard to spread her scent around so that a cock would find its way within their bosom. RuSturak didn't intend to breed her. Oh no. She already had a mate. He just wanted to taste her.

And with a slow, tantalizing motion, he lowered his tongue until the tip touched her warm, trembling flesh.

Dawnbeak's last chirp sounded more like a shriek. She grabbed onto the human's hand with her beak, nibbling at it while her hind legs trembled with unrestrained eagerness. Her lips squelched, and with every flick of the dragon's tongue more sweet ooze rushed out of her depths. The dragon lapped lapped lapped, drawing more of her liquid heat, feasting on her scents. Oh, she was so much more than fertile. Her eagerness to breed was latched upon every drop of arousal, upon every breath he took. RuSturak couldn't stop. He continued feasting on the bounty of scents, rolling his tongue tip around the female's tender lips, claiming her fertility, and when the taste filled his slavering maw, he pulled back to moan out his unrestrained lust.

"Sarrrrhhh," Rusturak licked the slime off his snarling lips.

"Was that enough?"

The Herald got an answer, just not the one he expected. RuSturak slammed his nostrils into the gryphon's soaked fur, then parted her folds with his tongue. Her flesh widened around him like a perfect sheath, allowing his tongue to delve within her silky embrace.

The female clacked her beak. Her tail whipped around, and her hind paws spread towards the sides to completely expose her needy vent. She wanted to be take. To be tasted. To be filled.

And though RuSturak could not pour his seed inside her fertile womb, he had every intention to suck her heat dry. He pushed his tongue almost halfway through, feeling the strong contraction of her muscles. She wanted him to stay in here, to brush his tongue along her dripping walls and apply pressure inside her innermost canal. And RuSturak remained in her. For a couple of moments, he was just happy to feel her throbbing heat rising around his tongue. To smell the heat of her scent inside his flaring nostrils.

When he pulled back, the female's entire body trembled. The peak of her heat made her incredibly sensitive to any kind of touch, and to have a tongue -any tongue- delve so rudely into her embrace was shriek inducing, to say the least.

RuSturak dived in again, then again, and again, lapping the juices right out from her folds, never staying inside or outside for too long. His tongue took her like a male's member, eager for her heat, hungry to reach her unprotected womb. Every lick was quicker than the last. Ample amounts of slime splattered around the dragon's glistening lips. He swallowed whatever he could, but in his hunger, much of that sweet heat went to waste. Caught in the fetters of his breeding instincts, RuSturak had only one goal. To push the female over her peak and feast on the best parts of her heat. Her ejaculate, sprouted from the depths of her very womb.

He lapped, on and on, stretching the female with every thrust, sucking her with messy slurps with every pull. He knew she could not last for long. Her contractions got heavier, her cries louder. RuSturak thrust his tongue as deep as he could. A sharp cry erupted from the female's beak. Her legs crossed over her spasming tunnel. For a long, throbbing moment, she held onto RuSturak with all she had.

The last stand before the coming of the storm. RuSturak waited, and waited...

And when her heat slammed against his tongue, he kept it just there, forcing the female to feast upon her own release.

The immense pressure made her shriek louder than ever. A sharp surge took RuSturak in one nostril, forcing his tongue back, and as soon as the plug was removed, all that pent-up fluid rushed into his maw, a wave of pure, potent heat that bathed his instincts with a most intense reward.

"Mrawwrrrr!" The dragon moaned his intense delight as he was splattered by the female's sharp squirts. He swallowed whatever he could during his moment of weakness. As soon as he resumed control of his body, he delved his tongue back into those squirming walls, suckling the gryphon's release right from the source.

Oh, the way she cried made his member throb with the sharpest of surges. Her padded paws hit at his horns, her talons grabbed at nothingness, her beak a cacophony of shrieks and caws that filled the chamber with the gryphon's unrestrained delight. She was squirting so fast. Rivulets of slimy heat gushed from her lips with every contraction. RuSturak lapped as quick as he could, but even his tongue could not match the speed of her inner muscles. He wished his cock was inside her. Oh, how wonderful it must have felt to be milked by such eager muscles. To be bathed in the hottest essence. To be kneaded, embraced, wanted...

Such thoughts made the bronze dragon helplessly hard. His member soaked the ground with its own fluids, a weaker, more diluted version of the female's potent release. RuSturak swallowed everything. His tongue was a splattering serpent, his lips a squelching beast that knew no fatigue. The smell of her release kept him going and the taste of fertility forced him into slavery. She just had so much in her... Near the end, RuSturak was even forced to keep his tongue out of her silky embrace and lap at the excess of juices, least it soaked into her pristine fur.

RuSturak licked until his tongue grew numb. Only then, when his instincts blazed with heat and his cock ached with the need to release, she finally stopped, a long, tired caw escaping through her panting beak.

The bronze dragon cleaned her flesh as best as he could, then pulled back, drawing in some much needed air through his gaping maw.

"I assume you have an answer for me?" The Herald smiled, stroking her gryphon with obvious affection.

"Yes," RuSturak pulled his slobbery tongue back to swallow the last remainders of gryphon heat. "She is at the peak of her fertility. Her mate's seed had not caught, and if it did, it is too early for me to tell."

"I do not think any of them would mind a few more couplings," the Herald chuckled. "Thank you, dragon. You have been of great aid."

RuSturak stared at her gender. It was so small. Maybe if he put just the tip in...

"Herald."

"Yes?"

"Can I..." RuSturak licked his lips. "Would it be possible for me to taste her warmth? Just for a moment?"

"You mean mate her?"

The dragon bowed his head in shame.

"It is no bother to let you claim a gryphon, but Dawnbeak is, like you said, at the peak of her fertility. She needs a gryphon's seed. Her mate's. I am afraid your release would only pollute her womb and make the conceiving more difficult than it has to be. With great regret, my answer is no."

"I completely understand. It was a foolish question, in any case. I shall see myself out."

The Herald bowed his head. "Go with the Light, dragon. I will send for a companion, should you desire to relieve yourself inside a partner. Any species you fancy?"

"Gratitude, but I must decline. I have a difficult task ahead of me. Focus is what I need. Purpose. I have distracted myself longer than necessary."

"Yes. Go. Don't let me delay any further. Fortune be with you."

"Fair Winds, Herald," RuSturak nuzzled the man's shoulder, then nuzzled into Dawnbeak's neck. The female rubbed around his snout with desperate affection, chirping and poking at him. She was so sweet, but RuSturak knew what had to be done. He broke away from her warm touch, least he lost control and bred her. With determined steps, he walked through the stone halls. His cock might have slapped his belly with every stride, but the dragon's mind was tougher than that. He had to save his friends, and RuSturak knew he was going to go any lengths to make sure that no harm befell his most beloved of companions.

** ***End of chapter 18*****

End note: Quite a licking that was. I wished for a copulation, but alas, rules are not always in your favor even if you are a mighty dragon. Don't worry though. I'm sure our naughty golden dragon will get inside somebody's tailhole soon enough :P

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