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Story description: Vrelgor and RuSturak's paths cross during a temporary moment of strife. Hard choices lay on every side, yet the two dragons put their differences aside to do what males do best.

** ***Dragon's Path 19: Reunion*****

Vrelgor padded through the forest at an unusually slow pace. Not only he was more used to soar along with the winds, but the vegetation scraped his wings in more places than he could count. For a winged creature, the forest was as much of a menace as other predators.

Yet now, when he fled from the human empire's reach, hiding inside the forest's shadow was a necessary evil. Or so his kobold partner said. Dahrzin never spoke much once the two settled upon a destination. Vrelgor had to do all the hard work. With the kobold riding upon his back, he sneaked between the trees as effectively as a dragon of his size could. Flames, it must have been impossible for an ancient dragon to pass through these woods. How could they even hunt amidst this maze of trunks? The more time passed, the quicker Vrelgor realized why dragons chose to nest in the mountains: so they wouldn't have to deal with aching paws, stinging wings, and whatever else the forest threw at one of the strongest species in the entire land.

The trek through the darkness lasted for as long as Dahrzin wanted. Vrelgor was incredibly relieved to hear his friend utter something after an eternity of silence; a single world that brought more warmth than any tongue flick.

"Stop."

Vrelgor did.

"Not here, you scale-head. We need to find a clearing. Some place large enough to let you stretch your wings. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

A soft growl escaped the dragon's throat. Vrelgor dragged himself for a while longer. The ground pulled into an incline, testing his weary paws to the point where they burned more than his wings. It was worth it though. At the top of the small hill stood a small overlook that allowed Vrelgor to gaze upon the distant Lace City.

"Here?"

"Here," Dahrzin jumped on the ground. He pulled his coppery wings closer towards his back, then motioned towards the ground.

Vrelgor settled on his belly with an overflowing growl. The earth might have been cold to his belly, yet right now it was the most perfect bedding a weary dragon could ask for. Though his wings stung from the many scrapes they acquired, Vrelgor placed his heavy head onto the ground, exhaling an onrush of air towards the trees rolling below the small cliff side. The night looked peaceful. Serene. Nothing like those two hands pulling at his wing or sliding along his wounded membrane.

"Grrr...."

"Grarr all you want. Ever heard of bloodspine?"

"I am sorely tempted to show you what a bloodied spine looks like," the dragon pulled his wing back, only to have it wrenched back by the kobold's persistent grip.

"It's a numbing leaf, dragon. It doesn't burn, freeze, or melt you wings off. Just numbs them for a day or two. Now, do you want to be here when the SkyChasers decide to pay us a visit? Because they will be coming, spurred by Akerion's erupting rage. Oh, he will burn hotter than a cauldron when he realizes his prized dragon escaped his grasp."

"Point made. Just be quick about it. You might have come up with the plan, but I did all the walking."

"Sulky hatchling."

"Stupid, rock-headed kobold," Vrelgor shot back. He allowed Dahrzin to go about his inspection duties, as useless as that was. As soon as the kobold finished, he kindly asked the dragon to lick his own wings, as if that wasn't an obvious answer for any wounded creature.

Vrelgor just wanted to sleep. He coiled his tail around himself, closed his eyes...listened to the kobold's endless chatter as he talked about all manner of hazardous scenarios.

"Fine. If you're too lazy to tend to your own wounds, then I'll do it!" Dahrzin's little tongue washed over a tiny cut, prompting a slight rumble from the dragon's throat. "Keep on growling, beastie. I'm not going to stop until I'm done."

"Dahrzin..."

The kobold said nothing.

"Dahrzin," Vrelgor tried again without much success. He coiled his head around, nudging his friend with a delicate shove.

"What now? I'm too small for you? Too selfish? Would it have been any difference if I-"

His vengeful words drowned in the long lick that followed. "Pfaaab. Stop...stop that."

But Vrelgor didn't. He licked around his friend's snout, then nuzzled into his belly until all that pent-up irritation oozed out along with a monstrous sigh. Dahrzin's little hands grabbed around the proffered snout, and with quick strokes of his tongue, the kobold reciprocated the affection.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Dahrzin licked again between the dragon's flaring nostrils. "I'm as much of a scale-head as you, dragon. I know exactly where to touch...how to touch...when to insist when the need rises..."

That was a particularly pleasing thought, were it not for the fatigue that dulled his senses.

"You'll have to spend your seed elsewhere."

"Who said anything about seed?"

Vrelgor blinked.

"You perverted beast! You want me to get between your legs, don't you?"

"No. That's not what I-" Vrelgor's words descended into a surprised growl as the kobold dived under his wing. He found the source of a male's greatest weakness in less than a heartbeat, and got the dragon growling quite loud.

"Dahrzin. That's not...I don't want you to..."

But he did. Part of his instincts, at least. Vrelgor shifted on his side, vocalizing helplessly while his tip was brought out of hiding. Dahrzin grabbed it inside his hand, then clenched his fingers around to apply a burst of delightful pressure.

Vrelgor's snout went all snarly. His captive member throbbed even harder, pushing out of its fleshy shelter one heartbeat at a time.

"Oh, it feels quite empowering to hold a dragon by his cock. Your maw says no...but your cock says yes. What should I make of this?"

"Arrrrrr...." Vrelgor burst with an errant growl. His tip was one of the most sensitive parts of his anatomy. The barbs that were supposed to stimulate a female's contractions burned with seething bliss when rubbed too intensely. And that was exactly how Dahrzin worked. He grabbed and rotated his squelching grip around to lubricate himself with the dragon's own produce.

"Don't...I need....I'm..."

"Aroused. Wet. In need," the kobold took a deep, rumbling breath. "I smell your lust upon the winds, dragon. Tell me to stop. I'm begging you. If you truly wish to keep your seed, then you just have to say the word.

Vrelgor struggled to straighten his tongue. His maw felt as stiff as his cock. His limbs shivered uselessly, and his wings already spread to their full span under the might of the looming climax. There was so little he could do. An apex predator, reduced to moaning growls by one of the tiniest creatures in the world. It was almost embarrassing if Dahrzin wasn't so skilled with his touch. He meant every word he said earlier. All he needed was an able hand and a bit of knowledge to apply the greatest amounts of stimulation a male could receive.

Vrelgor squelched, growled, and throbbed. Pre-seed overflowed from his leaking tip, adding to the fire burning inside the kobold's twisting grip. He got faster. Stronger. He no longer grabbed, but strangled, and when the pressure became more overpowering than a dragon's warm tailhole, Vrelgor lashed with his tail in any direction he could.

The blow sent Dahrzin flying snout first into the dirt.

"Fawwrrrr..."

"Ngrrrrr," Vrelgor answered with his own growl. He blinked a few time to clear the film of tears from his eyes, then let his tongue loose as he drew in hefty breaths through his maw.

"Why?" Dahrzin crawled closer. "You were right. I feel selfish for treating you like a beast of burden. You're my friend, not a horse to be ridden around whenever I feel like. Was it such a huge mistake to show you a bit of gratitude? I was stroking you better than I stroke myself, blazes take you!"

"Too many words," Vrelgor licked his lips clean. "Rest under my wing. Talk if you want to. Just don't have your tail finish what the hand started."

"You made your intentions known...as weird as they are," Dahrzin grumbled. "Seriously, are you a male or what? I know no creature in this whole wide world who wants to hold back the way you did."

"My friend is more important than fleeting pleasure."

"Your friend, your friend," the kobold settled against one of the dragon's front legs. "He's my friend too, you know, who by the way, made the wise decision of enlisting himself in the Herald's service. For all I know, he can be stuffing tailholes and filling cunts while we worry about him."

"We need to get him back, Dahrzin. One way or the other...we need to have him with us."

The kobold wasn't very pleased by that line of thought. He remained silent for a while. Then, he excused himself to take a dump farther in the bushes.

Vrelgor took that opportunity to mend his insignificant wounds. The throbs of his cock slowly settled. Only a patch of clear slime reminded on the edges of his slit, and soon even his flesh calmed its annoying spasms. The dragon rolled onto his back to look at the sky. The stars looked frighteningly beautiful this night, reminding him of freedom, and at the same time, filling him with an eerie feeling of solitude.

He was grateful to see Dahrzin return from his little trip. Vrelgor rolled back onto his side, then draped a wing over the kobold to keep him warm.

"What are you thinking about?" Dahrzin asked after a few moments of silence.

"Home," Vrelgor said.

"Yours? Or RuSturak's?"

"His. I rarely had a moment of peace before I met him. My brother had a stern way of reminding me who was the superior sibling. I wish our parents lingered for a few more seasons. Teach my brother what his rightful place really is."

"A mean one, is he?"

"Quite so," Vrelgor's wings fluttered as he remembered how savagely his brother thrust into RuSturak's spreading tailhole. That scene filled him with a bitter type of rage. It made him feel weak, useless for not standing up for his friend.

A warm touch distracted the dragon from his musings. He nuzzled Dahrzin around, basking in the caress of his hand.

"You know...if we offered the Herald what he wanted, our situation would have been quite different."

"I don't want to think about that. We chose our path. What remains now is to do the best we can with the choices we've made."

"Which is a long trip towards the mountains if you have any sliver of mind in this scaly head of yours," Dahrzin grabbed the dragon's snout. "Please understand. RuSturak is a loner. He's always been like that. He has moments when he seeks companionship, and moments when he just does whatever he feels like. I don't agree with him right now, but it's what he chose."

Vrelgor shook himself free. "I refuse to believe that."

"Then you only delay the inevitable."

"There has to be a way," Vrelgor growled. "Some plan we haven't thought of. A choice of words that can bring him back to our side. He never spoke fondly of humans."

"Oh, dragon," Dahrzin chuckled. "You are too young indeed. Very well. I shall concoct a plan, but only if you rest for tonight."

Vrelgor didn't agree to the proposition initially, yet even he realized an argument would only drain their energy. He licked his friend one more time, then coiled around him, falling asleep to the calming song of the crickets.

He dreamt of RuSturak that night, and of the passionate moments they shared together. In the dream, it was Vrelgor who did the mounting, taking his friend from behind, trembling with the eagerness to spill. RuSturak was so warm, so inviting, as if everything he had good inside him wrapped around Vrelgor's member to squeeze him for all his worth.

The blue dragon roared his heart out. He couldn't hold back the onslaught of pleasure that burst from his member. Lodged in deeper than ever, he erupted like a pent-up volcano, filling RuSturak to the point of bursting. Oh, how wonderful it felt to pump out his seed inside the only dragon he loved. The orgasm went on forever. It was only when he cracked an eye open that the unending bliss reached its culmination.

Vrelgor curled his neck around, then snarled when a hefty wave of scents rushed inside his nostrils. As expected, a small puddle darkened the ground underneath his oozing tip. It wasn't seed though. Just stale lubrication. The temptation to lick himself was great, but Vrelgor whirled his head back. Somehow, tasting his own seed felt unfitting after such a vivid dream.

Dahrzin woke up a bit later. He was up to his usual mischief, throwing a word and a hand under Vrelgor's slit. The blue dragon had none of that. He slapped Dahrzin with a wing, and the next time he tried grabbing his cock, he head-butted the poor kobold so hard he flew off the cliff.

"Vile beast! If I didn't have my wings, I would have been dead!"

"Same as you would have been if you fondled another dragon."

"Kar'zak rakar. What itches your scales?"

"You. It's the way you act, the way you talk, the way you behave. Did you even think of a plan on how to approach the Herald's stronghold? Because the sun is up and you're still grabbing for my cock instead of-"

"Kareeek, rik rik rik! Put a collar around that maw already. I have an idea, but it is bad fortune to plan on an empty belly."

"More distractions," Vrelgor turned around with a hiss. "I'm going alone then."

"No! No, you're not doing that!" Dahrzin grabbed onto his tail.

By the flames, he had a mean grip. Vrelgor tried to shove him off, but he flapped his wings and curled his claws, holding fast swing after swing after swing.

"What now?" the dragon coiled his neck around. "What can you possibly say to change my mind?"

"The plan, stupid. The perfect plan I came up with while you moaned in your sleep."

Vrelgor planted himself on his haunches. "Say it."

"No," Dahrzin said stubbornly. "I'm not saying a thing until I eat. I barely closed an eye because of that promise I made, so please, before you growl, bite, or pierce me with your cock, think about what you really want."

"RuSturak."

"RuSturak," Dahrzin said calmly. "We'll get him. Together. Now, can we hunt something instead of arguing like simple minded humans?"

They were finally in agreement. Vrelgor allowed the lazy kobold to jump on his back. He was rather used to it by now, so he just took to the skies without arguing.

Cold air rushed under his wings. The sky retained a violet hue, and the morning mists had yet to fully disperse. Vrelgor glided closer to the trees, using the cloudy camouflage to track down a lone deer. He locked on to his prey, dived...

Then suddenly lost his focus as an all too familiar scent rushed inside his nostrils. Vrelgor's amber eyes narrowed with predatory intent. He circled that patch of the forest until he found his target, then dived right through the canopy, crashing next to the other dragon.

"This can't be right," Dahrzin muttered.

"What if it is?" RuSturak padded closer towards the blue dragon who could hardly contain his excitement. "Does smell ever lie? Think your eyes deceive you?"

"RuSturak..." Vrelgor growled softly.

"The one and only," the bronze dragon bowed his head.

Vrelgor didn't wait a moment longer. He charged forward, slamming against the bronze dragon head-on, licking everything he could get his tongue on: snout, wings, neck. It didn't matter. After so many days carrying his friend only in his thoughts, tasting him was the most precious gift one could offer. Vrelgor growled like a hatchling, rounding his bronze friend, licking along his wings, then between his legs. The rich smells emanating from the male's rift heated his blood, and RuSturak needed to gently bite on the blue's neck to refocus his attention.

Vrelgor sniffed at his tailhole instead. A savage mixture of scents concealed the fragrance of life. Somebody spilled his seed inside RuSturak. It was just too hard to figure out who, so Vrelgor rounded his body and licked at his snout all over again. The bronze dragon welcomed the affection for a while, then returned it with equal enthusiasm. It was Vrelgor's turn to be bathed by a loving tongue, and he loved every moment of it. Closing his eyes, he allowed his dearest friend to inspect his every scale. RuSturak trailed his snout along the blue's serpentine neck. He lingered onto his front paws for a bit, then sought a quick taste of his slit. A long, needy rumble emanated from Vrelgor's throat when his sensitive walls trembled under the caress of a warm tongue. RuSturak licked once, twice, thrice, then pulled back to snarl in delight.

"Eager, just as I expected. I wonder if..." he dashed a couple of licks around the blue's clenching pucker. "Grrr, still quite tight. The pleasure of being taken has not taken proper root inside you."

"Maybe I waited for a proper partner," Vrelgor licked RuSturak's head all over again. "I missed you so much. Where have you been? Why have you allowed a human to take you away from us?"

"That question is better left for later. So, managed to catch anything?"

Dahrzin cut in. "We were trying until your scaly ass disrupted our hunt. Why are you here anyway? Did your human liege extend the range of his leash?"

Vrelgor growled.

"No. Let him speak," RuSturak said. "He is a friend as dear as you."

"Hollow words spoken from a shiny maw," Dahrzin grumbled. "If you cared for us as much as you imply, you would have never sided with that human."

RuSturak paced around. "Fair point. Yet what if I tell you the same human you despise sent me to save you? That's right. The Herald informed me about your status. Wanted fugitives. Do you really intend to fly farther than any dragon ever did? All the way to the end of the known world? Because that is what it takes to escape the empire's grasp."

"Eating with humans pays off. You seem to get a grip on their thinking, RuSturak. Too bad I am already years ahead of you."

RuSturak remained silent for a bit, as did Vrelgor. None wanted to upset their common friend more than he already was, yet Dahrzin held quite a bit of spite for his size. He jumped onto the ground, swishing his tail from side to side as he locked RuSturak with a sharp, ruthless gaze.

"You know...I thought seeing you would bring me a measure of happiness, but all I feel is disappointment. I know you are not going to come with us. The scent of gryphons is already deeply embedded in your scales. Tell me, are his pets treating you nicely?"

"Probably better than you do," Vrelgor snapped. "You've known him far longer than I had. How can you talk to him like that? He's your friend!"

"He was, until he relinquished our bond to forge a new alliance with this Herald," Dahrzin then muttered a few curses under his breath.

"I've forsaken nothing!" RuSturak settled onto his haunches so he could scratch a nervous itch with his hind paw. "How dense are you? Blind to what stands before your very eyes. This Herald never intended to let us roam free. We became his pets from the moment he sent his sorceress to fetch us. I did the best I could, but you've murdered a host of guards, betrayed your oath to another master, and now you fly around like-"

"We wanted to free you!" Dahrzin spread his wings, slamming his tail into the ground. "Yes, I put my own scales before yours, but this dragon is nothing but lust and loyalty for you. All he talks about is you, RuSturak. He wants nothing more than to see a beloved friend return to him. If we have to flee, then let us do so together!"

"We'll never be safe. We shall fly the skies looking after every crow. Every time we hunt, every time we sleep, every time we mate, the Herald's gaze will bear down upon us. Is that a suitable life to you? To be afraid of your own shadow?"

"Not if I am the one who hunts, friend," Dahrzin hissed.

"Turning into my brother is not what I want from you, Dahrzin," Vrelgor said, turning to RuSturak. "Are you really so deeply bound to your duties?"

"Unfortunately, I happen to be," the bronze dragon said. "I was sent to negotiate with the man you grieved. He put a sizable bounty on both of your heads. SkyChasers will not be the only threat you'll face when the bounty hunters will rise to the challenge. I am here to make sure that never comes to pass."

"And after that?"

"I will return to the Herald and hope my service is complete."

"Hope," Dahrzin chuckled. "That is the best you can do. Hope your master will unfasten the collar and let you walk free. Not all slavers are alike, but they are all equal in the way they treat their possessions. This Herald will never set you free. He will find reasons and excuses to keep you at his side, and when he gets bored of you...oh, I dread to think what other masters might do to a dragon."

"Then don't. I came here to tell you -both of you- that I am doing everything I can to set you free."

"Isn't that touching? The slave who cares."

"Enough!" Vrelgor growled. "I am tired of these petty insults. If you hate this Herald so much, go to the capital and do something about this."

"Two fools are quite enough," Dahrzin flared his wings. "Please, continue on with the mating ritual. I seemed to have disrupted it."

Vrelgor prepared to take off after the kobold. It was RuSturak's nudge that made him think otherwise.

"Let him vent off whatever heat addles his mind. He will heed reason."

"I wish I knew where all this hate comes from."

"Dahrzin was a slave for the better part of his life. Only misfortune placed him in the care of a rotten master. The Herald had been nothing but kind to me so far. He really wishes to make peace between our races. Isn't that something worth fighting for?"

"I don't care," Vrelgor nuzzled his friend. "Right now, the only thing I care about is you."

RuSturak let out a mellow growl. "Oh, my dear blue. If only I had the time to shelter a part of you inside me..."

Vrelgor's slit clenched with lust. Inside? Did that meant what he thought it meant?

"Please..." he bathed the bronze dragon's snout with rekindled affection.

"Anything," RuSturak rumbled softly.

"I want to mount you. This dream I had...we were together, and you let me slip inside you. I never felt so weak in my life. My limbs trembled. My wings felt on the verge of tearing from all the tension rippling through my body, then I thrust inside you, and my seed broke loose harder than it ever did before."

"That is a dream truly worth remembering, dear dragon."

"I don't want it to be just a dream. I want to be inside you. Truly inside you. Let me share myself with you in the same way you shared your seed with me."

The bronze dragon cocked his head.

"No?" Vrelgor asked, slightly disappointed. "Then perhaps a dream is all I will ever have."

"You mistake intent," RuSturak dashed a moist lick over the blue's drooping head. "I desire to mate you more than you do. Many times I slept alone, thinking about your smells, your touch, and the arousing taste of your seed. We could mate, but in doing so I delay my duties and put you in more danger than I care to. The most I can do is to release your seed with my tongue, same as I did the first time we met."

That was a rather enticing proposition too. Vrelgor clawed into the dirt. He already felt hot under the scales at the thought of his friend's tongue sliding upon his bare member.

RuSturak licked his snout a couple more times, then crawled towards his tail. Vrelgor took a deep, shaky breath...

Then oozed out a trembling growl as his dearest friend lapped at his sensitive slit with his enticing tongue. It took only a couple of strokes for his cock to emerge. RuSturak rounded the barbed head a few times, sending jolts of trembling pleasure along the blue dragon's form. It felt so incredibly good to be tasted by another. Vrelgor sealed his eyes shut, tearing repeated gashes into the ground as his member hardened to completion. RuSturak licked his cock with slow, tantalizing strokes, washing his beautiful tongue along the organ's whole tensing length. The methodical approach he used was nothing short of amazing. First, he slid around the trembling slit. Vrelgor's cock always hardened whenever his rift was teased. That's when RuSturak pushed his tongue tip through the crack. He applied pressure onto the base, then slowly caressed the member's underside all the way to the tip, where the barbs flared with passion. His fleshy tongue rolled over each of them, forming a thick coil that embraced the sensitive head from all directions.

Vrelgor always moaned when that happened. His tip was so infuriatingly sensitive. He only wished to last a bit longer, to sample more of what his friend had to offer, but RuSturak smelled his eagerness. His licks grew harder, quicker, hotter. The peak approached dangerously fast. The bronze dragon no longer licked. He slurped the blue dragon's cock, letting his pre-seed fall right along his hungry tongue.

"Cl...grrr...I'm....I-"

He knew.

Cascading warmth rushed over Vrelgor's body. His wings grew taut, his legs unflinching as the entire length of his member was plunged into a hot, suckling mess of flesh and saliva. He was inside again, inside one of the only places that urged him to spill as fast and hard as he could. RuSturak's tongue wrapped around his cock like a snake, pumping with hard, rippling joints.

Vrelgor couldn't even last a few heartbeats. His breath stuck inside his throat as his entire body tightened with the weight of release. His vision flickered, his member bloated with erupting seed.

And with a strained roar, Vrelgor erupted inside his friend's maw, launching a spurt so hard and thick that he flooded his friend's throat. Creamy seed overflowed from the bronze dragon's maw. He coughed once to clear his throat, then swallowed just when the second spurt delved into the depths of his throat, allowing all that precious seed to wash down his serpentine neck. Vrelgor felt how his precious load was literally sucked from his member. There was no greater pleasure for a male than to have his seed taken with such desire. He thrust himself forward, rubbing all those oversensitive barbs along Rusturak's fleshy tongue base, and as soon as he did, a wave of tremendous pleasure washed over his spine, keeping his seed trapped for two pounding throbs before all that pent-up mess exploded into the bronze's receptive throat.

RuSturak once again struggled to swallow, yet the seed was an added benefit to the blue dragon who worked his spurting cock in and out just enough to stimulate his tip. Each time he caressed his barbs, a fresh onslaught of pleasure rammed into the depths of his slit, prompting him to spurt veritable lances of seed out of his hard, battered cock.

"Mrawwwwrrrr!" Vrelgor yowled with lust as he emptied himself with utter delight. RuSturak kept on suckling, feasting on that precious seed with all he had. His tongue stimulated the hardened cock from all the sides, yet the most intense pleasure came from the tip. Each time he swallowed, the muscles formed a ring around the needy cock, feeling strikingly similar to a female in desperate need of insemination.

Vrelgor spurted, on and on. By the time he finished, he was too weak to even stand. He stumbled back, falling onto his belly with an uncomfortable growl. After so much time spent in heated bliss, the ground felt most displeasing to his retreating cock. He tried to get up. His legs immediately gave in, prompting another annoyed growl.

"Roll on your side. I'll clean you," RuSturak offered.

"N-no," Vrelgor pointed his snout towards the bronze dragon's obvious need. "I want to taste you. I need your seed upon my tongue."

He was almost too desperate to taste his friend's arousal. That green rod was dripping with sticky goodness, a testimony to the dragon's unbridled arousal.

RuSturak walked closer, and closer. With each step his smell washed into the blue dragon's flaring nostrils, making Vrelgor moan under the subtle shivers that ran along his body. The scent of fertility always had a tantalizing touch.

As soon as he was within reach, Vrelgor pushed his snout forward and swiped the warm fluids off that juicy cock head with his tongue. A short, trembling growl left RuSturak's throat. His member slammed against his belly, and the dragon arched his back, consumed by the need to thrust. Pelting streams of clear pre-seed painted Vrelgor's snout. The blue dragon licked them off hungrily, then slammed his tongue against the oozing tip, lapping like a starved dog at his friend's hardened cock. RuSturak was harder than stone. His outlined veins kept his member hard and sensitive, allowing for a constant stream of sweet arousal to flow onto the blue dragon's quick tongue. Vrelgor licked licked licked, closing his eyes, rumbling with intense pleasure until a stronger taste washed upon his tongue, slightly salty, full of life.

Seed.

He wasn't prepared for the green cock's retribution. RuSturak offered no warning. He just thrust his cock forth and burst, splashing his pent-up need right between the blue dragon's eyes. Instinct forced Vrelgor to shake his head off the sticky goo, but there was no escape from the flood. Spurt after spurt rushed forth from the cock's overflowing hole, clogging his nostrils, pelting his eyes, filling his maw with thick, life giving seed.

His maw...Vrelgor waited too long for this. He dreamt of having his dearest's friend seed inside him, and now when he shared the burden of his gift, the earth claimed everything. Vrelgor couldn't allow that to happen. Not now. Not like this.

He used his tongue to feel around the throbbing cock, then climbed halfway towards the base. With a good grip on the oozing organ, Vrelgor coiled his tongue and pushed the oozing cock into his maw, allowing the waves of seed to invade a proper place. With the cock secured inside his maw, Vrelgor sealed his jaws tighter and suckled on the juicy streams with all he had, gulping down load after load of fertile dragon essence.

It was the first time he heard RuSturak roar since the inception of his climax. The bronze dragon trembled with blissful strain as his cock was bathed by a delightful mixture of saliva and cum. He was also hugged by a fleshy tongue, which made his climax all the better. The quality of the seed only increased as the drawn out spurts continued their ascent. A male's seed became richer near the end, and Vrelgor had quite a bit of trouble swallowing the last creamy spurts.

The member finally stopped spurting. Vrelgor waited a few moments, then spat it out along with a few strands of seed.

"That..." RuSturak panted. "That felt amazing."

"I know," Vrelgor cleaned his dripping maw off the excess slime. "My tongue feels all weird. Didn't expect to receive a torrent when I took you in."

"I didn't expect to last that long," RuSturak admitted. "You remember the first time I tasted your seed, right?"

"Hard not to. I can still smell the puddle stretching below your oozing cock."

"I released so hard back then," RuSturak licked his fangs again, then moved closer to nose around the blue dragon's messy slit. "You smell and taste just the same apart from a small change."

"Which is?" Vrelgor lifted his hind leg, inviting his friend to take a sample.

RuSturak dabbed with his tongue, snarling shortly after. "Oh, you're so fertile. So young...your essence had not lost any of its potency. Just that...I quite liked the clumps that come along with a long abstinence. Your first release was by far the stickiest meal I had the pleasure to feast on."

"Please," Vrelgor licked his wry lips. "You gave me a hard time to breathe during those last few spurts. What does the Herald feed you? Aged stags?"

"I held back. For me, the possibility of impregnating your tailhole was more valuable than spilling. I was hoping we met on better circumstances, but..." the bronze dragon shook his head. "Doesn't matter. We lingered too long as it is. I need to be on my way."

"Let me clean you at least," Vrelgor offered.

The bronze dragon declined swiftly. "We'll mount each other the next time we meet. Keep your wings straight, dear blue."

"Remain hard."

Rusturak growled with amusement and took off towards the skies, leaving only his scent behind. Vrelgor liked it. If he wanted, he could release again, but like RuSturak, he had his own task to attend to.

** ***End of chapter 19*****

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