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“Oh Gods…”

Avrid stared in horror at his nest-brother, his tail still dripping with his own distinctly feminine juices. He flicked the appendage behind him and closed his legs in futile hope that Nyker hadn’t seen him. He had no such luck.

“That’s quite the alluring scent you have there… brother,” Nyker said, his pause making it quite clear to Avrid that he was thinking of using a different word there entirely.

“It’s… nothing, I swear. You’re imagining things. Must have been that dragoness you were with earlier,” Avrid stammered, trying desperately to hide his crotch from his nest-brother’s view with his legs. His efforts were in vain, as Nyker simply padded across and separated his legs with a strong paw.

“Then I have a good imagination, brother. Because I swear you didn’t have this scent yesterday. And it smells…” Nyker paused to inhale deeply, dipping his head between Avrid’s legs. “Oooh, delightfully feminine. One of the nicest I’ve smelt, in fact.”

Avrid turned away. “S-shut up,” he whimpered, trying to pull away from his nest-brother’s grasp, desperate to escape the humiliation he had brought upon himself.

“Or what?” Nyker said, before a cruel edge entered his voice. “Oooh, my goodness brother, you’re going to have every dragon lined up to get a piece of you.” Nyker’s taunt cut deep. His grip didn’t loosen on Avrid’s legs at all.

Avrid flicked his tail up, whipping his nest-brother across the snout with it. That made Nyker yelp and recoil, rubbing his muzzle with a forepaw. Resting back on his haunches, Nyker scowled, but it was Avrid who spoke first.

“Go on then! Tell everyone. Get every dragon in the tribe beneath my tail and make me a quivering wreck. The Gods only know, I probably deserve it, don’t I?” Avrid snarled, glaring up at his nest-brother, who looked temporarily stunned. “I can never do anything right, can I? I’m just here to be humiliated by you and the tribe.”

“I… I didn’t mean it like that,” Nyker said in a small voice. He leaned back on his haunches, tail curled around his legs. “I… I’m sorry, I should have asked first. What happened?”

Avrid whined. He wasn’t sure he wanted to tell that story. With his head lowered, he turned to face Nyker again, and then instantly regretted such a move. He caught a brief glimpse of what was hidden behind his nest-brother’s tail. Nyker was beginning to show signs of arousal. His nest-brother didn’t seem to realise he’d noticed yet, and Avrid certainly wasn’t going to bring it up, despite the awkward warmth that was spreading through his crotch again.

“I was, well… I shouldn’t say,” Avrid said quietly, too ashamed to speak. Nyker just stared down at him, not saying anything as the larger dragon shuffled his wings awkwardly, trying to bring them surreptitiously across his front to hide his crotch. “I was trying to get back at you,” he whimpered, before falling into quickly telling the tale of how he had gone to the Master, the human sorcerer to acquire the magical bean from. He had then swallowed it himself, suspecting the human of blatant trickery. How different the truth had been.

Nyker growled for a long, tension filled moment, his tail flicking away and inadvertently revealing his partially erect cock, before covering it up again. “I was thinking I should feel sorry for you, but now I’m not so sure,” he scoffed, flaring his wings for a moment.

Avrid whimpered and stared down at the rocky floor between them. His wings drooped and his legs fell to the side, not even trying to hide his feminine slit anymore. “You’re going to tell the tribe what I tried to do, aren’t you? They’ll expel me for associating with the human.”

The anger in Nyker’s posture melted away. His shoulders slumped as he leaned forward to nose against Avrid’s cheek. “You’re an idiot, Avrid. A dumb, stupid idiot. But you’re still my nest-brother. I’m not going to get you banished for this, and I think you’ve suffered the consequences for your actions already.”

Avrid slowly lifted his head. “You’re not going to tell them?” His voice lifted in hope, before he drooped down again. “They’ll find out anyway. They’ll be able to smell it on me.”

“You know the lake up in the mountains?” Nyker asked, pausing to wait for Avrid’s nod. “Meet me up there. We’ll try and sort this out together, away from the tribe so they can’t stumble in on you.”

Leaving his nest-brother behind for now, Avrid made his way out his cave. He was cautious, making sure he didn’t run into anyone else from his tribe, but thankfully he didn’t even see any other dragons. He quickly took to wing, flying straight for the mountains. His mind was full of thoughts, of regrets about what he had done, and of confusion too.

So deep were his thoughts, that Avrid had almost flown past the lake before noticing the clear blue waters beneath him. He descended quickly and settled down by the banks, waiting for Nyker to return. His nest-brother was only a few minutes behind him, circling down to land on the banks of the long, thin lake. He alighted not with the grace specific to his kind, but stumbled, lurching to an awkward stop emphasized by the queer, thin growl he loosened. Avrid bit back a chuckle when he noticed the erect cause of Nyker’s discomfort, bobbing and slapping against his belly.

“I spoke to the shaman,” Nyker said with utmost nonchalance, maintaining a serious façade in spite of his retreating shaft. “I didn’t mention you at all. I just asked about magical items, and how their effects could be reversed. Said I came across a conker I thought might have been enchanted, and what I would have to do should I have been cursed by it.”

Avrid nodded, curling his tail around his legs as he lay down, overlooking the calm water. “And what did she say?”

“She said only the person who cast the enchantment can remove it, but you should always be careful around them. If you’re not the intended target of the curse, things can become… difficult,” Nyker said, bowing his head down, not meeting his nest-brother’s eyes.

“Difficult? What did she mean by that?” Avrid asked, that strange warmth spreading through his body as he tried to ignore the needy slit between his legs.

Nyker shook his head. The larger, copper dragon was sat back on his haunches, again covering his crotch with his tail. “She didn’t say. You’re just going to have to go find the Master and plead with him to reverse it.”

Avrid sighed and turned away. “He’ll just laugh at me. Silly, foolish dragon can’t even humiliate his nest-brother right.” He raked at the ground in frustration. “Besides, it’s too late to fly out now, it would be dark long before I could get to him.”

“You could at least try,” Nyker said. For a moment it looked like he was going to reach out to place his forepaw on his nest-brother’s shoulder, but instead shuffled a little bit further away. He wasn’t quite able to fully suppress the whimpering moan that escaped his lips. “By the Gods, this thing is insistent.”

“You think you’ve got problems?” Avrid snapped, glaring towards his nest-brother. His eyes kept flicking down to the bobbing erection between the copper dragon’s hindlegs, taking in every detail of the large, tapered shaft with the thick ridges near the base. It only reminded the blue dragon of the cock he was now missing.

Nyker started to pace back and forth, giving Avrid an even better view of his nest-brother’s cock beneath his belly. “I… did you want me to hunt something for you?” the copper dragon asked, pausing for a moment to look down at his distressed nest-brother.

Avrid couldn’t contain his outburst. He pointed straight at his brother’s throbbing member. “With that? You’re going to get it all bruised from it swinging against your belly,” Avrid replied, coaxing hoarse, nervous laughter from his brother.

“Yeah, you’re right. That’s probably a bad idea,” Nyker whimpered. His pacing paused. “Speaking of which, I better tend to it before things between us get a little more awkward than necessary.”

Avrid opened his eyes to glare at Nyker. “Oh just go tend to it then, if it’s so desperate,” he snarled, annoyed at the reminder that it was his own feminine scent that was so arousing the other male. And there was nothing he could do about it, as the heat in his loins was just as persistent as Nyker’s arousal.

“Why don’t you attend to yours? I’m sure that tail felt nice,” Nyker bit back, before he paused and started to laugh. At first Avrid just stared at the larger dragon incredulously. How could he laugh in a situation like this? “What are we even doing?” Nyker said, gasping in between short breaths as he giggled uncontrollably. “It looks like you got to humiliate me after all, Av. I’ve never been so turned on before, and it’s all because of you.”

Avrid had started to snarl, thinking his nest-brother was making fun of him again, but that quickly turned into a wry smile. “If it means anything, I’m glad it’s this way around. I’d have felt so guilty had you been stuck with this,” he said in a small voice. He glanced up to his nest-brother, who slowly approached him with a few, cautious steps. “I’m sorry for what I was trying to do.”

“I probably deserved it anyway,” Nyker replied. He kept his mouth open, trying to avoid breathing through his nose as much as he could in a futile attempt to avoid inhaling in his nest-brother’s scent. “I know I haven’t always treated you nicely in return.”

Avrid blinked in surprise, arching his head back as his nest-brother lay down beside him. “Is that an apology?”

“Don’t think too much of it,” Nyker replied, smirking up at his nest-brother as his paws started to rub at Avrid’s haunches. The smaller blue lay back and groaned, easing onto his back as Nyker’s paws rubbed into his scales. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and relax. “Gods, this day is already odd as it is. Might as well mend old wounds between us while we’re at it.”

Avrid let out a low moan as he felt his nest-brother’s breath over his slit, a momentary coolness doing little to ease the burning warmth between his legs. A small voice in his mind warned him that this was wrong, but that thought was quelled when he felt Nyker’s tongue brush against his slit.

“You really are a female, aren’t you?” Nyker said incredulously, more to convince himself than Avrid.

Avrid had had a dragoness take his cock into her mouth before, but this was something else entirely. It felt so good, those gentle licks teasing the soft scales around his slit. He couldn’t even resist if he tried.

The blue dragon writhed, his wings spread wide as his shoulders rubbed into the grass. His head stretched back, his eyes closed as he hissed in pleasure. He clenched his paws as Nyker’s tongue pushed in a little deeper, parting his slit and teasing in to the soft, warm walls inside.

Pleasure radiated out from his crotch as Nyker’s muzzle brushed over his slit. The thick tongue pushed in nice and deep, flicking over all his sensitive spots. His nest-brother was clearly skilled, and Avrid was totally at the other dragon’s mercy, panting and whimpering, his crotch pulsing in time with Nyker’s tongue.

The copper dragon was moaning and panting himself, his paws still rubbing his nest-brother’s haunches as he buried his muzzle into Avrid’s crotch. His tongue flicked and slurped, getting a lungful of Avrid’s scent with every breath, hazing his mind with lust. His cock throbbed with need, but still he focussed his attention on the needy slit with his tongue.

Avrid knew he couldn’t last long, his mind assaulted by strange and new sensations he simply wasn’t used to. His moans only grew louder as he encouraged Nyker to continue, his nest-brother obliging by burying his tongue deeper than ever before. That was all Avrid needed, his legs clenching together around Nyker’s head and neck as he came. He squirted onto the blue-scaled muzzle, flooding it with his feminine juices. The fire in his loins wasn’t quenched, but it was sated for the moment.

With a lustful groan, Nyker pulled back and licked his lips. “You taste as good as I’d hoped,” he said with a smirk, ducking back down to tease Avrid with another slow lick. The pleasure-addled dragon cried out and bucked his hips up, pushing into Nyker’s muzzle again, but his nest-brother just patted his haunches with a forepaw and pulled away again. It felt so good, much better than Avrid could ever have expected.

As Nyker pulled back, Avrid’s eyes flicked between his nest-brother’s legs, down to the hard cock that was dribbling a little pre. Already that aching need was starting to grow again. “Your turn now,” Avrid said between pants, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath. He parted his legs a little wider. “Tend to your need.”

A moment of doubt flicked across Nyker’s eyes. “Are you sure?”

There was no hesitation from Avrid. “It’s not like I can bear your eggs.”

Nyker needed no further encouragement. He edged forward, standing over Avrid as he lay prone in the grass. They nuzzled their cheeks together, Avrid getting a taste of the juices that lingered on Nyker’s muzzle. His cock lined up with Avrid’s slit, pushing forward gently and making the two dragons growl in pleasure. The tip was flared just slightly, providing just a little pressure as Nyker parted Avrid’s slit with it.

Slowly at first, Nyker started to thrust, filling his nest-brother a little deeper, whose wet and slick walls easily allowed the dragon’s cock to sink in deeper. Without any effort at all, Nyker’s ridges were already pressed up against the smooth scales around Avrid’s slit. He growled in pleasure, his tongue working on Avrid’s face, spreading some of the smaller dragon’s scent over his blue scales.

He wanted to last longer, wanted to draw it out as long as he possibly could, but as soon as he felt his first ridge slide into the hot, slick slit he felt his pleasure peaking, drawn out already from the constant assault on his nostrils by the thick scent his nest-brother exuded. He howled and pushed forward, hilting in to Avrid as he came hard, filling his nest-brother with his seed.

Avrid clenched around Nyker’s cock, crying out once more as he felt his third feminine orgasm in quick succession. He could feel the warmth of the other dragon’s cum filling him, finally quenching that fire of arousal and easing the thirst that had filled him ever since his tail had first slipped inside his slit.

With his cock still buried inside Avrid, Nyker collapsed down onto his nest-brother, his legs giving way. The two relaxed in each other’s embrace, simply staring at each other contentedly, both of them unable—unwilling—to think of the consequences of their union for the time being.

Avrid’s tongue cleaned Nyker’s muzzle, licking up the last few drops of feminine juices that still clung to the copper-flecked scales. Nyker giggled and squirmed, making his cock twitch inside Avrid’s slit and making them both gasp in pleasure.

Nyker smirked as his paw moved up, tracing over Avrid’s horns. “You still kept some of your masculinity at least. Still have your horns,” he murmured, glancing down towards his nest-brother’s tail as well, inspecting the spines that ran halfway down the flexible length. Avrid rumbled in response, not having the energy left to offer any vocal reply. Nyker grinned widely. “Wouldn’t that be something, for you to raise little females with male horns. Why, they would be the one riding the males, and not the other way around, the fierce little devils.”

That got Avrid’s attention. The grin quickly disappeared from Nyker’s face as the two dragons just stared at each other, mouths agape. Together, they looked down at Nyker’s cock still buried deep in Avrid’s slit, then their eyes locked together again.

They spoke in tandem.

“Oh Gods.”