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Story Description The only answer to arousal is the wet embrace of a warm maw, as Vrelgor soon finds out.

** ***Dragon's Path 22: Cravings and Plans*****

Vrelgor growled drily. His head swam with tiredness and confusion. He remembered Akerion's oozing happiness while he wobbled towards his chamber. The man promised much, but the dragon's unfocused mind barely caught onto the stream of words pouring out of the human's mouth. He just wanted to sleep, which he did, after eating a bit of spiced meat.

Turned out that last meal had a little surprise in it, because there was no other reason for the stiffness in his limbs. Vrelgor focused his attention upon his claws as they slowly raked the solid stone below his feet. The coldness was most unpleasant to his half numb paws. He wanted to tuck them to his belly, warm them with a stream of breath or a few strokes of tongue. Yet he couldn't do any of that while he was being tended by liquid warmth. Vrelgor waited, thought, and blinked his heavy eyes. Only now he realized how tired he was. Perhaps he could rest a little. A bit of pain never killed anyone.

But a tongue in the right place had a way of stirring the senses. Warmth slid along his wing joint, transferring to the receptive scales of his neck. Vrelgor closed his eyes. It felt so good to feel the warmth of another upon his hide. The tongue skillfully passed around a horn, descended upon his ear, where it rolled around in a manner that almost coaxed a growl out of him.

He held his eyes shut for the moist embrace to pass right over them. Puffs of warm breath fell upon him, hot and intimate like a friend's loving touch. Vrelgor pulled his wings closer. He rubbed his tail past claws, paws, and all manner of obstacles until it found another tail. He instinctively sneaked under it, twisting a few times to coil around it.

A deep rumbling growl rushed through the cave. It wasn't his. Vrelgor added his own moments after that precious tongue returned upon his snout to slide along his lips and lap under his chin. He was so tempted to open his maw and let it in, yet at the same time a tinge of fear kept him from fully enjoying himself. If this was a pleasant dream, he wanted to remain asleep long enough to feel the full embrace of his beloved friend.

Vrelgor shuddered as the lubricated tongue descended along his neck. It insisted around his shoulder for a bit, probably to clean a bit of grime, then followed along his front paw to meet his frigid toes. Vrelgor lifted it off the ground. Oh, how wonderful heat felt on his cold scales scales. He pressed his paw closer towards the source of the warmth, curling his fingers around the tongue, holding it for the briefest of moments before it snuck back in its shelter. It never remained gone. When it came out, it brought more warmth, more saliva, more strength. It passed between each of his digits, even going as far as cleaning his claws.

When his paw thrummed with pleasant heat, the tongue continued its journey. Vrelgor slowly stretched his wing, thinking his membrane was going to get another dose of warmth, but the tongue took upon his belly, rolling over the harder, bigger scales of his grey underside with soft, measured strokes. At first it just felt good. Then it approached his slit, and each touch, each stroke, each puff of that heated breath made his slit shiver in response.

A short, needy growl escaped between Vrelgor' teeth. He remembered the heat of RuSturak's maw far too well. For many days he lusted for the coiling embrace of his tongue, for a hot, soaked, delightful place to take the untamed spurts of his life giving seed.

And now it finally returned, a mass of flesh that rolled over his opening in such a slow, enticing way that the smaller scales outlining his rift immediately drew back in response, exposing the bare flesh of his insides. And it was sensitive. Oh, so deliciously sensitive after days of being trapped by the protective layer of hard scales.

Vrelgor' snout twisted with lust, and he burst out loud, moaning like a female in heat as his lower lips kissed his friend's loving tongue in the most intimate of ways. Inside his slit, flesh throbbed and pumped vitality into his sleeping member, urging it to come out and greet the first warmth he felt in so many lonely days. The lusty dragon's claws skidded onto the stone as his legs split further apart to lay his gender bare. More licks. Deeper licks. He wanted them all...

Yet a single touch was all he received. The heated touch moved on, letting his slit clamp around its own muscles while it rolled over the small scales that outlined the lips of his slit.

Vrelgor's jaws pressed harder. His scrunched eyelids shook just like his wings as a wave of heated pleasure rushed from his stiff neck all the way to his jerking tail tip. His slit clenched hard and fast, eager to be penetrated by such a skilled tongue.

"Rrr...rarrrrhh..." Vrelgor's throat rumbled with ecstasy. His cock felt like a spire of untamed arousal, weighted with the burden of his precious seed.

Then, just as he was about to coil around his needy member, the snout shifted out of the way, allowing the erection to slam wetly against the cold ground. The cold shock made him hiss in displeasure, but as quick as it came, it vanished right after a riptide of heated saliva dashed over his next most sensitive part of a male's anatomy.

Vrelgor pushed his tail all the way to the other side, licking the insides of his maw like an excited hatchling as his tailhole shivered and relaxed under the rapid strokes. They too didn't last, but the intense pleasure got half of his cock out of its shelter, exposing the pink organ to the cold air.

Vrelgor opened his mouth to pant. A few hisses came with each breath. His heated blood not only fueled his cock, but the wounds as well, each of them throbbing with renewed vigor. Yet even the pain paled in comparison to his burning need. He throbbed quick and hard even amidst the embrace of bare air. Pushed by untamed arousal, Vrelgor coiled his tail harder and lifted his hind leg, exposing his member fully before his lovely friend. RuSturak sniffed with interest, each puff of warmth increasing the rigid tightness of his flesh.

"Lick me..." he hissed rather desperately. "I need to...to...rawwrrrraaarrrr!"

The first stroke took his breath away. His whole body convulsed, and Vrelgor flapped his wings hard to prevent himself from toppling over.

His eyes snapped open to the dim light of the crystals. He was in a chamber, yes, but the walls were different and the space too narrow. They belonged to his home as much as the golden snout hovering in front of his eyes belonged to his friend. Vrelgor blinked. Within a breath, everything rearranged inside his mind. He caught RuSturak' smell among the rising haze of his arousal, and with a soft growl Vrelgor opened his maw to speak.

"RuSturak..."

"It is me, young one," the golden dragon said calmly.

"What...what happened? I was inside the arena, struggling to contain my seed while this serpent creature released his seed inside me. It was warm...so warm, and so tight. Then...Akerion came to me. He said something that I couldn't understand. I was so tired, so dizzy. He took me to my chamber, then...then..."

"You ate a meal that put you to sleep for a couple of days."

Vrelgor's eyes narrowed with confusion. "But...but why? I don't understand."

"Akerion wanted to reward you. He thought that a heavy cock and a friend's warm touch were a fitting gift. I disagreed, but you know how that man is. When he puts his mind to something, not even a dragon's roar can move him."

"This is so strange," Vrelgor rubbed his head with a paw. "My head hurts as if I slammed myself against a mountain. And my need is...how long have I been sleeping?"

"Two days and a night," RuSturak touched snouts with him, then nuzzled the underside of his head. "You will be weakened for a bit, but don't worry. The effects of the herbs will wear off with time. Other than that, how are you? Tell me about Dahrzin. Is he safe? He didn't come with you, did he?"

"I...hard to tell when I have been sleeping for days," Vrelgor slowly crawled away, careful not to rub his erection along the cold stone. He didn't really like the way RuSturak looked at his exposed member. "Please, I...I appreciate the touch of your tongue, but I desire to keep my seed where it is."

"Why?" RuSturak insisted with another thought-bending lick. "I have smelled your need...felt your eagerness upon my tongue. Thought instincts might impair our judgment sometime, it is not wise to wage a constant battle against them."

"It's not...that's not what this is about." Vrelgor wrapped his tail around his form to protect his member from RuSturak' touch. "I have to become stronger than this. If I allow myself to become a beast I will just give myself to Akerion. We have to find a way to escape this place, RuSturak. That's why I'm here. To save you."

RuSturak cocked his head. "I am unsure how this relates to your needs. Mating is a vital urge for us, like eating, breathing or drinking. The longer you suppress it, the more problems might arise. We have been given warm maws to pleasure ourselves and lust to know when to do it."

"I...I don't..."

"Let me relieve you of this obvious burden, young one. I know you crave to loosen yourself."

The crave in his voice and the lustful glint in his eyes were very characteristic to a dragon like RuSturak who feasted on all kinds of seed. He was more eager to taste seed than Vrelgor was to spill it.

"I can't spill it. Please, stop pressing the issue, and let us talk about more pressing concerns. It's thoughts I want to spill, not seed. Will you listen to me?"

The older dragon dipped his head. "Of course. I got a bit ahead of myself."

He pressed himself against the wall, one inviting wing lifted for Vrelgor to snuggle under. He hesitated though. If he crawled into RuSturak' embrace, he would be completely trapped. But that was a silly thought to have. Despite his need for seed, RuSturak displayed no signs of arousal. His slit was dry, a thin line of pebbly white scales that were much smaller than the rest.

Vrelgor settled on his feet. Though he preferred to stay comfortably on the ground, having his erect cock slap against his belly was much better than the alternative. With his wings pressed to his sides and his tail resting its tip on a front paw. Vrelgor told RuSturak everything about his and Dahrzin's little journey. Of course, the bronze dragon already formed a pretty clear image inside his head, yet he still needed to be convinced to leave.

And Vrelgor had no idea how to do that when his lust was clouding his mind with heated haze. He growled, snapped, then swished his tail around to relieve tension. He realized one of the main reasons was throbbing right beneath his belly. He bent his neck, looked between his legs, then growled when pungent musk filled his nostrils. His swollen cock was staring back at him, already dripping with copious amounts of pre seed. These thoughts of mating, hatchlings, and seed worked him up in more than a way. Vrelgor whipped his head back to lick his snout with a tongue swipe. The musk still endured, but it lost part of its sharpness.

"You should allow me to drain your seed. Pent up males often become irascible, and a single rash decision can lead to-"

"To what? Pledge myself to a human's service like you?"

"That is not what I wanted to say."

"What then? How long will you keep delaying, RuSturak? Don't you want to return to your home? We can be together. Do anything we wish. Spill our seed when and how we want to. Is not that a reason to work with me?"

"It is...but this hastiness will get you nowhere. We have to use our heads to plan, my dear blue, and in order to do that we have to make sure our other head is not getting in the way."

Vrelgor quickly apologized. RuSturak was right, of course. He meant well all along, and Vrelgor just kept refusing any sort of aid. Slowly and carefully, he bent his paws, then shuffled towards the bigger dragon. RuSturak embraced him with a paw at first, then draped his wing over his body. His skillful tail provided a comfortable bed for the blue dragon's pestering erection, keeping it safe from the cold touch of the ground.

Vrelgor growled in relief. It felt so good, to be sheltered by such a warm and caring dragon. RuSturak resumed his licks almost immediately, and Vrelgor turned his head this way and that, basking in the pleasant caress of a most caring tongue, cock jolting with every beat of his heart. He knew his erection was here to stay. The flesh around his slit was soaked in taunting lubrication, and his member warm and hard.

"Please..." Vrelgor whimpered. "Please stop. I can't hold it back for long if you keep licking me like that.

"You don't have to suffer for my sake, young blue."

"It's not only for you. Dahrzin...he thinks we think with our cocks. That was why he was so angry with you. When the Herald offered us to stay, you didn't even ask us what we think, want, and hope to achieve."

"A steel resolve is admirable, but we're dragons. We cannot subdue our instincts when we want to. Perhaps he meant it in a different sense. Search for a mate. Produce offspring. Avoid living by yourself."

"No," Vrelgor growled. "He doesn't care about mates. At least as far as I know."

"What do you think it happens to the seed that is not spilled?" RuSturak suddenly asked.

Vrelgor thought for a second. "I...I don't know," he gave a long sigh. "Never thought about it before."

"It is broken down into basic nutrients. It dies, young one, so it can be replenished," RuSturak said, then started licking between Vrelgor' horns. "Spill it. Do what your instincts tell you to do, or this desire could become a dangerous distraction. How can you produce life if you get yourself captured or slain?"

Vrelgor closed his eyes. He needed a moment. A moment of peace where he could be alone with his thoughts. A moment where RuSturak' tongue was not driving him on the brink of release.

He hoisted his hind leg into the air, stretching his toes as far as he could. "Lick my paw please. I liked how careful you were before."

"Is that all you want?"

"Not quite," Vrelgor turned his head around. "You also promised to tell me about your plan."

"I did. But then I also added that your mind should be as fertile as a female at the midst of her heat. Try to rest for a bit, young one. I will keep watch and cleanse your seed in case it spills. With all this haze spread throughout this room, I'm surprised your slit hasn't exploded."

Not that Vrelgor minded a female's touch at the moment. He was painfully hard, and RuSturak annoyingly right. This problem was not going to vanish on its own.

Vrelgor took a part of his advice and closed his eyes. He was receptive to words, only that his cock beat his mind at the moment. It felt so sensitive to stimulation that even the firm grip of a paw had the chance to unburden him of his seed.

Though he tried to cleanse his mind of distractions, Vrelgor kept thinking of the partners he had until now. He never quite managed to picture the hippogryph in her full glory. She was always posing for him on her back or on her belly, with her rump raised in the air to display her swollen lips.

Vrelgor imagined himself eating her out with the lust of a male who tasted female for the first time. He slurped the thick reagents of fertility right out of her grasp with the help of his long, muscular tongue that kept her stretched just enough to tease her muscles into a continuous orgasm. Then, after juices dribbled from the sites of his snout, he drew back and plunged his cock through the same heated passage, immediately getting rewarded with loud shrieks and hard spasms of her milking muscles. It felt so good, emptying himself inside a fertile female. Vrelgor pumped out all he had, panting, growling, snapping at the air and raking the stone with his claws. More heat. More seed. He started thrusting at the same time as he spurted, splattering his life giving seed all over her wet lips so he could provide even more stimulation.

Yet no matter how much he forced himself, the need to climax remained there like an annoying splinter beneath his scales. He could dab or scratch around it, but he could not quite remove it entirely.

Vrelgor snorted. He forced his mind to wander around RuSturak's valley. He soared over entire days of matings to see his offspring hatch from the womb of an unknown dragoness. In his mind's eye, they were as many as scales on a dragon and diverse like fields on the plains. Vrelgor walked through them, feeling their little claws grab at his legs, tongues licking at his toes, and the clumsy flapping of their wings as they tried to jump higher onto his limbs.

It was heart warming to see how much life sprouted from his seed...until the hatchlings grew in the blink of an eye. Instead of the little bundles of joy stood full grown dragons, each displaying their luscious need. Males licked at their genders, panting and huffing. Females spread their legs before him, pleading eyes staring at him.

Vrelgor had no idea what to do. His body just walked to the nearest female and his cock pierced her so deep and hard she loosened from the first spurt.

"Mrrrggghhhhrrrr..." a crackling rumbling rolled in his throat. He didn't want to mate his daughter, but his aroused mind heeded no reason. As soon as Vrelgor finished with the female, he let two males take him at the same time, one in his maw and the other inside his tailhole. His tongue was pushed back and his tailhole stretched. Both dragons moaned as they entered. They thrust with flapping wings and desperate need, and Vrelgor sucked with his tongue and grabbed with his ass until his sons soared past the edge of delight. The first exploded inside his maw in a torrent of thick, honey-like juices while the second warmed his tailhole with the product of his lust.

In both cases, Vrelgor was overjoyed to receive the seed of his sons. They were both fertile, strong, healthy, perfect examples of fine young dragons.

His thoughts shifted back to the hippogryph. She was outside the cave, looking at him with an insistent gaze. Vrelgor scrambled onto his paws and followed her. They soared over the mountains, past the mountains to the forest where the trees grew as big as a mountain.

Vrelgor blinked. He smelled something familiar. Krelgor...only that he wasn't a male, but a female, with a serpentine body, long, tapered tail, and no wings to help him soar through the air. The blue female came out of her home to rub her head under his wing. Vrelgor rumbled with need. She smelled so sweet. It felt like he knew her for an eternity. The sister he never had. Was she in heat? A quick peek under her tail confirmed that. Her little hole was puffy and moist. Vrelgor licked her once. That's all it took. A single taste of her juices to make his eyes roll into the back of his head. How could a serpent taste better than a dragon? It was impossible.

Yet what happened here didn't have to make sense. Vrelgor wanted to breed, to spill his seed, not solve such complicated problems. He towered above the sweet female, enticing her with licks while his member prodded for her entrance. Her hole radiated heat. Vrelgor touched her entrance, faltered for a moment, then pushed himself through, sinking his head into the tightest, hottest entrance he pierced before.

"Mrawrr...grawwrrr... raawrr...." He moaned as she tightened hard around his head. He pushed himself in, bit by bit, until his slit touched both of her holes. The female shuddered hard. A tide of hot juices bathed his cock from all sides. They seeped into his seed hole, rushed through his slit, and even climbed to his tailhole.

Vrelgor shivered from every inch of his body. He had to hold it in. Couldn't waste his seed...

But it felt so good. Too good for a weak male like him to resist.

He snapped his jaws, and like the first wave of rain falling from the heavy clouds, he burst into the serpent's cunt, giving her exactly what she wanted through wild, untamed spurts. Vrelgor roared and throbbed, filling her with more seed than she could possibly take, and the dragoness kept crying her melodious song, louder with every thundering heartbeat.

She felt too hot. Too tight. And the pressure rushing through his strangled member far too intense.

Vrelgor' eyelids trembled and her lips shook as a moaning growl rushed through his maw with the same intensity as the hot liquid spurting from his cock. He coiled around himself, claws stretching their toes, wings fluttering in their joints, moaning and shivering with heated lust as his cock unloaded its essence one spurt at a time. Though the sensation felt incredible, it lacked the strength of a proper orgasm. Vrelgor forced his eyes open just a bit to see clear lines of pre seed eject from his spasming cock, each adding to the puddle that stretched towards his belly. Vrelgor tightened his muscles. His cock came to an abrupt stop, veins bulging along its crimson length.

He felt so close right now. So sensitive that even a mere breath could set him off. Weak and aroused, the dragon inspected his malehood from afar, nostrils twitching as they inhaled potent smell of his own musk. His sack was tight and swollen. Slightly behind it Vrelgor saw the rim of his tailhole clench around itself eagerly, probably anticipating the release that was about to come.

His eyes fell back upon his cock. It was so...big. Enticing, even. The dim light made it glisten just enough to reveal the outlines of the veins pumping the heated blood beneath the hardened surface. A lick. That was all it took. One good touch around that dripping seed hole to trigger an orgasm sorely wanted.

"Graarrr...raaahhh," Vrelgor twisted his head around, laying his chin on the cold ground.

Something shifted behind. A breath, hot and moist rolled upon the exposed member that jerked upwards in desperate need of attention. Vrelgor turned around and bared his fangs at RuSturak.

The older dragon didn't even bulge. His eyes were fixed on the damp patch of slime. He sniffed it a few times, then started cleaning it with slow swipes of his tongue, similar to the way he cleaned Vrelgor' wing. RuSturak seemed to enjoy it too. His lips didn't quite remain in their place after he finished, and the elevated sound of his breathing acquired a growly tinge.

"It's your fault," Vrelgor hissed. "You licked it. I'm not going to pity the poor choice that you made."

"You have to unburden yourself, young one."

"I don't have to do anything!" Vrelgor' lips wrinkled further. "We had this discussion before. Return to your rest or I shall find a better place to sleep in."

RuSturak licked his nostrils, then approached. Vrelgor wanted to fight him, to snarl, to prevent himself from getting cornered, but he didn't have it in himself to repel a dragon that was ultimately very dear to him. In the end, he only ended up growling a pitiful, weak growl as he closed his eyes, accepting RuSturak' snout against his neck.

"You are in need. No one is here to accept your gift but I. Please, for the last time, allow me to liberate you from your own self imposed burdens. The weight you carry will drag you down faster than you think."

"You're wrong..." Vrelgor said weakly. "I'm strong. I've mated you so many times. I mated females. I...I fathered hatchlings. My own little hatchlings..."

"Would you like to return to them?" RuSturak slowly broke away. "What would you do, to see your mate again?"

"It was just a dream, but it felt so real...I don't want them, RuSturak. I want you. Dreams are an illusion, while you're...you're here with me," Vrelgor said without the shade of a doubt. That emerald gaze was peaceful. Calm. Collected. RuSturak was not speaking selfishly.

"Then lay on your back. Relax while my tongue does the rest."

Vrelgor flinched when RuSturak' nostrils moved between his legs. "Please...I'm very close. Try to start slow. I want to enjoy this as much as I can. Make it feel like I'm inside you."

The golden dragon dipped his head slightly. Vrelgor' hind legs shivered, one brushing along the stone while the other remained suspended in the air to offer a clear view of his privates. He expected RuSturak to take him in straight away, but he lingered, hovering slowly above the tensing organ, wrapping it with his heated breath. Damn teaser. Speaking big only so he could enjoy himself.

Vrelgor opened his mouth to speak just when his wet, sensitive heat was touched by the warmest thing he felt since he became aroused. He tensed all over, toes and fingers curling towards the pads of his paws, tail coiling around the first thing it encountered. Then, he growled a moan filled with desire, filling the cave with the song of his lust. That lovely tongue passed underneath his spade, rolling over along the smooth shaft until it kissed his slit. He was sensitive there too. Muscles fought to grab their warm benefactor, but RuSturak never lingered for too long. He swallowed the first wave of fluids, then licked again, this time along the top of the cock.

Vrelgor's breath hitched in his throat. He wanted to cum so badly, but he was trapped. The fiery stimulation kept him tense like hardened stone, yet it was not quite enough to bring him over the edge.

He kicked a leg. Unsheathed claws scraped along the gold dragon's neck. RuSturak remained steady like a rock, lapping quickly around the tip that kept on spitting its essence. Vrelgor kicked again. His slit quivered, his cock shook.

"Graarrhh..." RuSturak finally pulled back.

"Why...?" Vrelgor finally spoke. "Why do you tease me, when I said...when I said I'm...?"

"Arousal is not something you talk about. I had to feel it for myself. And now that I tasted your inner heat, I can tell how eager you are to finally spill."

"Then take me!" Vrelgor snapped at the air. "You've been keeping me on edge so long!"

"How would you like me to-"

"Roooaarrrrhh!" Vrelgor roared. He thrust his cock against the pebbly scales of his nostrils, demanding entrance into his snout.

RuSturak opened his maw right away. His tongue rushed out, coiling like a snake around the needy member.

Vrelgor choked from how good that felt. To have flesh brush against flesh felt incredible, yet not quite as intense as the embrace of hot saliva. With a swift push, RuSturak slammed his nostrils against the walls of his slit, plunging that cock inside the soaked depths of his maw.

Vrelgor' eyes crossed, and his claws shuddered on the ground as blissful heat surrounded the most sensitive part of his body. RuSturak' thick tongue embraced him as tight as any tailhole, keeping him steady through the wild throbs of the untamed lust surging through his maleness. Vrelgor didn't feel the sharpness of teeth, or the empty tunnel of RuSturak' throat. He was packed tight in a blanket of soft, gooey muscles, and they tightened with rippling jolts while saliva brushed all around him. Within moments, RuSturak started suckling on his shaft. His lips became a narrow passage. His tongue a lover's milking embrace. With firm, repetitive throbs, he squeezed the life out of a cock that had just too much to give.

Vrelgor' eyes filled with tears. Deep beneath his slit stirred an all consuming pleasure that threatened to break forth. He kept it back for as long as he could, but this heat was just too much to bear. He opened his eyes for a split second to see RuSturak dribbling with strings of sticky saliva.

"I'm...I'm...graaarrr!" he snapped, growled, and panted during his blissful ascent. RuSturak' greedy suckling filled his ears whenever his growls dipped lower, wet and squelching like a male's seed soaked tailhole.

Vrelgor' cock hardened past the point of no return. He stopped throbbing now. Whatever pre seed he had left gushed in a continuous stream to make room for the immense load that followed. The young dragon tensed in anticipation of his release. RuSturak appreared inside his mind, licking at his snout with lustful fervor while his tailhole needily clamped around his cock. He wanted him. All of him.

Vrelgor was just about ready to give himself in before a presence slammed against his clamping slit. The pressure rushed through his spine, pushing back the climax just a bit. He turned his stiff neck to see RuSturak grab and knead at his slit with a paw, pressing into the quivering flesh, massaging it like the quaking rift it was.

"Mrrrfffhhh..." Vrelgor recoiled. That felt better than he could ever possibly imagine. His flesh burned with the need to cum, the surges of heat becoming almost impossible to hold in. Veins thickened along his bloating cock. He was absolutely ready to shoot his seed.

Then something penetrated his tailhole when he least expected it. Something long, hard, and thicker by the second. Not even his ass muscles could keep that tail out. RuSturak pushed himself through just deep enough to feel the source of a male's greatest pleasure, then rubbed his tip around, creating vibrations of pure pleasure around Vrelgor' hidden seed sack.

His muscles clamped hard. His whole body froze, only his toes, fingers, and wings retaining a semblance of movement. Even his breath stopped. It was too much. Far too much. Vrelgor's muscles hurt from how tight he squeezed. All that pent-up pleasure that gathered inside his slit burst forth, surging along his cock like a tidal wave of crashing pleasure.

His tip widened, oozed its last remnants of cloudy pre seed, then burst like a storm into RuSturak' awaiting maw.

Vrelgor maw exploded with a crackling roar. The first gush felt extremely liberating, as if his muscles emptied themselves of all the aching pain they clung to. He snapped his maw shut, drew back just a bit, then slammed his slit against RuSturak' nostrils, filling him a second time. The thick wave of seed filled the entirety of the dragon's maw, adding a certain degree of heat before it emptied down his throat.

"Mrawwrrr rawwwrr aaawrrrr!" Vrelgor's jaws clacked restlessly, spreading the tears falling from his amber eyes around his glistening cheeks. He blinked twice to dispel the image of RuSturak's needy tailhole. It wasn't his ass that was milking him, but his maw, his lips hard at work at keeping everything inside. A golden paw covered the dragon's spasming slit, though his wet insides peeked through now and again before it was pressed back against the convulsing flesh of the strong tail muscles. Vrelgor hole was hard at work too, clamping around the tail long and hard just like the load spurted through his cock. The pressure was a delightful addition to the vibrations tickling the sensitive seed sack. Vrelgor never knew why it felt so good to be touched there. Perhaps it was his body's way of encouraging penetrations. Nevertheless, he felt far more filled with something inside his tailhole.

The untamed spurts seemed to be going on forever. That thick tongue, constricting around his cock certainly did a mighty fine job at coaxing every drop out of the pulsating shaft. Vrelgor held nothing back. He surrendered everything he had, panting on the cave floor, drooling like a heat stricken female while his tailhole was being filled, his slit pressed into submission, and his cock sucked of all its worth.

One more. Just one more. He threw himself back, toes curling, wings flapping weakly as the seed built inside his cock. Then, when it threatened to spill, Vrelgor pushed himself, the thrusting instinct allowing his seed to loosen with delightful ease. He moaned in pleasure every time, and RuSturak was always quick to swallow. Each squirting burst was accompanied by a series of significant squelches, whispering of the lewd meaning behind the unity of snout and cock. When Vrelgor spat, RuSturak swallowed, and they kept at that until the harsh spurts descended into weak dribbles.

The climax lasted long, but the drawback matched the fearsome intensity. Vrelgor felt completely exhausted. He let his wings loose, draping one on the ground and the other on RuSturak' back. His four paws finally relaxed from the prolonged grip. Vrelgor wasn't surprised to find his toes feel as if somebody dropped a boulder on them, but then again he was being distracted by a much greater sense of discomfort.

"Your tail..." he growled weakly. "Take out...your tail..."

RuSturak pulled it slowly and painfully. With no lubrication to ease the passage, the scales clung onto the flesh like chips of sharpened stone. Vrelgor counted the heartbeats it took until the tail was completely out.

"Twenty two," he gasped in relief.

RuSturak uncoiled his tongue. He pulled his head back, licking the frothy bubbles that formed around his lips. Thick strands of milky seed still dribbled from his messy chin, anchored between the dragon's many teeth.

"It was a spur of the moment decision. I wanted to fill you with something during your peak."

Vrelgor nodded, growling. "Don't have to explain. Liked what you did with my slit, but you can pull your paw back now."

The dragon's paw retreated from the shivering flesh. He licked the wet erection a bit, making Vrelgor flinch with each lick.

"I'm...that's...please, can you..."

RuSturak finally stopped.

"Thank you," Vrelgor sighed.

"You released much faster than I expected."

"Rawh, do you even have to ask? Haven't you divined the reason from those teasy licks you put me through?"

"I always like to hear it from the mouth of my victims."

"Victim now, am I?"

RuSturak rubbed his big scaly head along Vrelgor'. The thin film of his tears let the scales slide quicker, flaring a warm growl inside RuSturak' throat.

"You moaned like a hatchling demanding its meal."

"And your snout still smells of seed. Can't you clean yourself a bit?"

"For a dragon so eager to keep his essence inside, you seem to be quite-"

"Don't," Vrelgor playfully shoved him. "My cock still aches from all that pounding you put me through."

"I pounded you? I believe it was your slit that was giving me a hard time to breathe."

"Only because you liked it!" Vrelgor hissed in defense. "I've seen how you stare, how you sniffed for the sweet taste of my cock. I might have spent days without relieving myself, but you spent an equal amount of time feasting on your own seed inside that cave of yours."

RuSturak blinked a few times, then loosened his thoughts after a long growl. "My only concern included you. I've seen, licked, mated males enough to notice the patterns in their behavior. Arousal is like a sharp claw. It might win you prey, but it can also harm. Your stubbornness could have cost you your life."

"I don't understand," Vrelgor brought his tail around his body. "You keep saying that I'm at risk, but choose to keep your plans to yourself. I relieved myself now, in your maw nonetheless, so it would be the right to tell what you've kept from me. I shared myself completely. Now it's your turn."

"Well..." RuSturak started. "Akerion wasn't the only one with a plan in mind. I have one as well."

"Kind of you to tell me this after I spent my seed. I feel so...tired."

"For a very good reason, my dear blue. Lay in my embrace. Relax. I shall explain everything to you shortly."

** ***End of chapter 22*****

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