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Story Description: A session of grooming on the bank of an oasis is exactly what a dragon needs to become helplessly aroused.

** ***Dragon's Path 25: A Soothing Reprieve*****

"We have to talk."

Vrelgor sighed. He couldn't quite get rid of RuSturak, could he?

"Fine then. Let us talk and pretend we didn't have ample time to do this before."

"You are angry. I understand why. My associates are not overly pleasant."

"So you knew them before? Because it sounds to me like you've been planning this for a while."

RuSturak dived under to emerge on to the other side. His broad wing stretched above Vrelgor as a shield from the heat, but he did not appreciate it. Vrelgor flew above RuSturak to hiss his annoyance.

"Is that how you want to do this?"

"Why not? My decisions led me astray, yet they never harmed me without my consent. I chose to find you, RuSturak, not to help a two legged beast get whatever he wants."

"Calm down. Settle your thoughts. I will explain everything after we make sure this part of the desert is clear of threats."

"You always the same. There's always a perfect moment, or another day, or-"

RuSturak roared. He really meant it this time, didn't he?

Vrelgor begrudgingly agreed to be the silent follower. He kept his eyes open for other fliers. It didn't came as a surprise that everywhere he looked he saw the same dull landscape. Few dragons would venture very far in this heat. There were also the inhabitants of the desert. Creatures that fed on warmth like the basilisks, but he had yet to see any.

After three wide loops around the moving caravan, the dragons retreated to the nearest oasis. Vrelgor was pleased to smell something other than dust. He brought his aching wings closer to his sides and sniffed the vegetation as he walked closer to the small water hole resting at the heart of this little speck of life.

He licked it once, then grimaced. It was warmer than he expected, almost like blood or seed.

"Drink. Chances are we shall not find another before the sun sets.

"I'm not thirsty."

That was the worst way to lie. Even RuSturak knew that. He gave Vrelgor one firm tail slap upon the rump, then shoved his head into the water with a heavy paw. Vrelgor flapped his wings, flinging sand everywhere and whipping his tail like a boisterous hatchling. Nothing worked. His muzzle remained halfway submerged until he drank his fill, and only then he was allowed to take a sorely needed breath.

"Grawrr raaah!" he shook off the water from his eyes. "I really don't like when you do this."

"You drank, didn't you?"

"Yes. I am intensely grateful for your utmost assistance. Sipping water can be a very difficult task."

RuSturak licked his snout, then padded back through the vegetation. "Save your words for now, youngling. I presume there will be quite a number of questions hatching very soon."

"Yes. Your plans. They slipped my mind," Vrelgor pressed himself against RuSturak despite the heat. He liked the smell of another dragon. Being groomed was just an added benefit. He tried to maintain his composure, but couldn't quite suppress his body from expressing itself. His tail coiled around a golden hind leg, his wing found a comfortable perch atop RuSturak' back, and his snout veered closer and closer towards the pebbly scaled jaw shining before his eyes. He gave a short lick, then another, and soon his eyes closed halfway to delight in the brushing of heads that followed.

"I like how you graze with your teeth. Scratches my itches before they even happen."

"I had many years to know what pleases most dragons."

"Is that why you invaded my tailhole before I spilled my seed back in Akerion's chambers?"

"Indeed. Certain triggers apply to different dragons. Some like having their paws licked. Others have very sensitive wings. You have a receptive tailhole along with a very tasty cock, if I may add."

"That's because I got used to your tongue," Vrelgor rumbled with amusement, shifting his head so their nostrils met. "What about you, my fearless bronze? What is your sensitive spot?"

"The back of my neck is one of them. Has to do with my first mounting. One of my friends managed to penetrate me during a play fight and he couldn't really stop after he started. I...I couldn't stop either, so when his peak hit, he grabbed me tight and yowled in my ears. The heat of his seed is something I shall never forget. It flowed like a roar, hard at first, then softer and calmer, yet still powerful enough to keep my own torrent going."

"Did...did you...?"

RuSturak growled warmly. "Of course I did. I made that part of the cave stickier than it has ever been."

"How did it all start?"

"We experimented with each other. Licked a slit, tasted a cock, and it happened, quite like the way it happened with you... I am a bit envious. I would have loved to spill myself inside a maw during my first time."

"You've got no reason to. A proper mounting is the way to go," Vrelgor brushed underneath RuSturak' head. He nuzzled and licked, treating the older dragon like he deserved to be treated: with the same warm kindness he treated others.

A heavy paw fell on his head. "You don't have to."

Vrelgor shook it off. "I want to. I'm..." he dashed another lick. "I acted like a stupid hatchling to one of the few dragons that care about me. Whatever you want to say, I'll listen. Just let me wash away my regret in a way that pleases us both."

"If that is the choice you are willing to make, I will accept it. Maybe I'll like it even more if your tongue finds its way behind my horns."

"I will get there when I can, you slippery lizard."

He wanted to enjoy other parts of RuSturak, like his scaly paws with slender fingers, his hinds with neatly curved claws, maybe dash a few strokes along his slit too if he the older dragon allowed it. For now, Vrelgor was happy to treat his neck, going slower and steadier down the rows of shining gold and sandy scales. Like most dragons, RuSturak had a lighter colored underside. In this case, he looked like the soft sand of the desert down along his neck, belly, and tail, while the rest of the scales were more similar to the lighter gold of a fire. He also had a pair of white horns that curved gently towards the tips, a trait not shared by his claws. Snowy in color, they were a bit longer than Vrelgor' and nicely curved, almost like gryphon talons, made for grabbing rather than raking.

Vrelgor descended along a paw now, unable to hold his curiosity in check. He tasted RuSturak' toes, rolling his tongue to feel the small scales give way to the durable claw. The dragon lifted his paw, allowing Vrelgor an easier access to the rest of his leg.

"The smallest gestures are the most obvious. Thank you."

RuSturak growled warmly as their snouts rubbed. For a fleeting moment, their tongues met, sharing tastes and saliva. Vrelgor went back to the paw while RuSturak licked the back of his neck, probably to test if he shared the same weakness.

"I'm not getting hard yet. Might want to try my ears. I rarely had them....grarr...licked by....mrawrrr!"

RuSturak' sneaky tongue was too skilled. It curled its main body around the ear, wrapping it in a cocoon of warmth while the tip slowly sneaked inside.

"That tickles. Growrrrrrr, tickles more than I can take!"

His ear shrugged, flinging droplets of clear saliva.

"You should have told me," RuSturak said.

"I just did! Not many dragons found my ears particularly interesting."

"But they are," the sneaky golden snout brushed around the same drenched ear. "They have a very interesting shape. Can be easily hurt and you will lose a hefty amount of blood if your adversary rips if off, but-"

Vrelgor hissed. "No mauling, killing, or anything related to pain."

"Fair enough," RuSturak resumed his licks, as did Vrelgor. "I shall tell you what I promised."

Vrelgor' wings shuddered with excitement. He switched to the other paw to pretend his focus was elsewhere, but in truth he was ready to absorb everything RuSturak had to say.

"I met an envoy of the Red Mountains during my early exploring days. The best way to escape the empire's grasp is to flee from their area of influence. Escape where their wing guards are not allowed to fly."

"I don't think it's that easy."

"It isn't," RuSturak licked between his horns, then down along his snout, forcing the blue dragon's eyes shut. "They have a rigorous system in place for anyone who wants to become a part of their people, and dragons are not very sought. Passing these trials could have earned me unwanted attention, so I took the next opportunity I could. I found a caravan that required a resupply from the nearest outpost and I agreed to become one of its guards."

Vrelgor shrugged. That wet tongue was starting to make him feel too warm. "This almost sounds too easy."

RuSturak pulled back, taking a wing instead. "Yes, it is. Their rules state that no dragon, two-legs, possessions or anything under the trade accords between the Empire and the Red Mountains can be repossessed."

"So that means we can't be judged? Not even jailed?"

"Until the caravan reaches its destination, the leader can do whatever sees fit with us."

"Like...mating? Grabbing? Other acts of unfathomable cruelty?"

"Pretty much."

Vrelgor didn't feel like having his wing licked anymore. He tried folding it against his side, but RuSturak poked his snout in, licking with his sloppy tongue.

"I was being silly. If that beast coaxes a single drop of your blood, I shall take him into the sky and impale him onto a mountain's top."

"That's a very, very bad idea."

"And you are too good of a dragon to be somebody's whelp. You deserve better, Vrelgor. A life spent with a mate. Maybe a few hatchlings to grab onto your wings, bite your tail, and keep you awake late into the night."

"That can wait. Meanwhile, that tongue is starting to feel pretty good..."

RuSturak descended along the side, the warm puffs of his breath washing over the hidden blue rift. Vrelgor pressed tighter against the golden dragon, making sure to expose the bulge forming under his scales. RuSturak must have noticed it, for he sniffed a few times before teasingly sliding that wet tongue of his along the wrong place.

Vrelgor' toes flared with blissful comfort. He rarely had his claws licked so intimately, and RuSturak was doing a very good job at it, sneaking between his toes, wrapping each of them in his maw and even nibbling at the short grey claws.

A lusty rumble flared in the younger dragon's throat. Vrelgor' flesh tingled at the prospect of having another part of him be inside RuSturak' maw. Yet he licked and nibbled, and when he finished with the foot he started licking the inner part of the flank in the most teasing way possible. Vrelgor' slit tensed with lust, waiting for that tongue to roll just a bit lower.

It didn't happen. RuSturak pulled back with a snort, then started treating the base of Vrelgor' tail, which felt stiff from the intense teasing he was submitted through. Lick. Sniff. Lick lick, slurp, sniff sniff. RuSturak kept a similar rhythm through his grooming session, and though it felt inexplicably good to have his tail ridge licked with such fervor, Vrelgor desperately wanted a deeper kind of affection.

"Are you...going to...lick a bit lower?"

"Mrrrh?" RuSturak tilted his head, and Vrelgor pointed his snout to the wet tip sneaking through his gap.

"I noticed it, yes."

"Are you...going to do anything about it?" Vrelgor licked his snout with lust.

RuSturak seemed to consider that. He sniffed a couple of times, then growled long enough to spoil the surprise. "I cannot relieve your seed in good conscience. A dragon that spills often needs to rest just as much."

"Or they can be satisfied, happy, and filled with energy for the entirety of the day!"

"Not as often as what I've said. I do apologize for stirring your instincts. It was not my intention to keep you lusting."

"It...it happens. Comes with being a male, right?" Vrelgor licked the golden snout a few times, then nuzzled warmly. "It will pass soon. Don't worry."

"I'm glad you understand," RuSturak' eyes glimmered with unspent affection. "I will do anything I can to protect you, but we cannot take arbitrary decisions while we work with these two-legs. After we are safely within the Red Mountains' borders, I will ease your lust whenever you desire. Tongues, paws, tail, I don't care what you request. It will happen."

Vrelgor growled with amusement. "Tempting offer. Now lay back. I still have to finish with my side of the grooming."

Vrelgor felt an erotic kind of pleasure from seeing such a magnificent dragon submit to his whims. RuSturak was none too impressive. His scales were nicely shaped, and even with all manners of dust and grime they were beautiful. His paws were also rather muscular, not built with brunt force in mind, but with a mixture between strength and agility. His feet were easily the size of Vrelgor' head, and when he pressed his snout against a hind paw, he found himself cupped from all sides by maneuverable toes.

Vrelgor shook himself free and returned to the neck. As promised, he treated RuSturak where he liked it the most, the soft, trembling growls resurfacing from the depths of his lengthy throat flaring the heated motes traversing Vrelgor' body. His tongue traveled in long, sinuous strokes towards the horns, then quickened into a few circling motions. He paired those with the sharp touch of his teeth, grazing gently before clamping a bit harder, like a male dominating his beloved mate.

RuSturak flared his broad wings, moaning outright, surprising even Vrelgor with the intensity of his cry. It was entirely unexpected to see RuSturak pant like a lust stricken beast with moisture coating the clear insides of his eyes after the things he just said.

"I might have underestimated you a little," Vrelgor licked to wash away the pressure applied by his teeth. "Want me to do that again?"

"No, one is...one is quite enough," RuSturak growled. "Allow me to rise please."

"But I'm not done with the licking!"

"Yes you are."

Vrelgor grabbed his nape, then bit again, forcing RuSturak to shiver and roar. It was amazing how his entire body quivered under the might of his pleasure. His broad wings bent the grass, his claws raked lines into the bed of vegetation, and Vrelgor was quite sure he heard squirting among all that noise.

He dashed his head between RuSturak' legs and almost choked when he saw his entire spire throb restlessly against the slimy scales of his underbelly. The smell was overwhelming. Vrelgor couldn't help but breathe that sharp fragrance of musky odor deep into his nostrils, feasting on the precursor of fertility. RuSturak looked impressive at a glance, but from a single whiff of his scent Vrelgor learned more about the dragon than he could ever see. He also knew he was just about ready to spill his essence into the grassy sand. All it took was one touch. One warm tongue in the right place to trigger the most intense pleasure a male could experience.

Vrelgor flicked his tongue out, lapping the hot air around RuSturak' cock, his snout contorting with all manners of lust and excitement.

"Don't," RuSturak begged, yet still keeping himself exposed. "I know you're tempted. I desire the same."

"Instincts should not be suppressed," Vrelgor looked at him. "You told me that inside Akerion's chamber, then almost forced me to spill myself inside your maw."

"There are..." the dragon breathed in, squirting a spurt of clear precum. "There are moments when instincts lead us astray."

"So that's it then? We are not going to display our affection because of this?" he poked the bare erection, forcing a trembling hiss between RuSturak' clenched jaws.

"No, that's...that's not...not what I said..."

"We are males. We harden. We spill. This instinct is too deeply embedded into our core to be denied. You told me this! The more you try to resist, the more it will distract you."

"I have much greater control over my urges. Move away. Let me calm myself down and we shall talk about anything you want."

Vrelgor stared at that hard, throbbing organ that bobbed before his eyes, so thick, so moist, so desperate for attention. Precum dribbled endlessly from the tip, a sign of the dragon's intense arousal. Sometimes it dribbled, other times it squirted, but it never stopped oozing the moisture needed for a proper impregnation.

"You are wise as you are strong, but still a male. I will give you the opportunity to liberate your own burden, but if you deny it, then I will do what I must. What is your choice, RuSturak?"

RuSturak laid his wing down. He was trying to cover himself. To run from the greatest gift he could give.

Vrelgor didn't think. He opened his maw, stuck his tongue out, and took as much cock as he could inside his slavering maw.

RuSturak hissed sharply, then growled ferociously loud. Vrelgor applied just enough pressure to keep the member steady while he directed it deeper inside. He had to be careful. His teeth were sharp, and RuSturak' maleness too eager to squirt. He pushed his head closer towards the dragon's slit, a mess of sticky juices and scents that made Vrelgor too feel uncomfortably aroused. RuSturak was big. It took way more than a snout to fit him in, but Vrelgor managed to get at least two thirds of his cock past his scaly lips.

Was the buldge at his base sensitive? He couldn't reach it with his tongue, so he brushed his lips along it, the feel of rugged on soft too intense for RuSturak to bear. His maleness hardened like stone, his cock bulging like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

Vrelgor shut his eyes. It was coming. He felt it thrum along with RuSturak' increasing growl. The pre seed stopped, a bad omen for any male with a cock in his mouth. Vrelgor swallowed all the saliva he had, then wrapped himself as tight as he could, sucking with gusto upon the hot rod of a dragon most dear to him.

RuSturak clamped like a clam. He coiled around himself, his tail trembling hard, toes grabbing, raking, or flexing depending on the paws. His smoldering growl even hitched for a moment, and RuSturak seemed to freeze.

Vrelgor prepared to gulp. Within the next moment, RuSturak' slit clamped with an angry squelch, and the dragon roared his heart out, pushing the first spurt through his bloating cock with more pleasure than Vrelgor ever imagined. Thick, hot slime slammed against his throat, forcing his swallowing reflex far too soon. A quarter of seed went down, with the rest pooling inside his maw. Vrelgor tried to keep it in, suckling and pressing his jaws as tight as he could without hurting RuSturak. His seed was a precious gift thrumming with young life, and Vrelgor never imagined himself failing to swallow this potent offering. As soon as his throat relaxed, he prepared to gulp down.

The next spurt stormed his maw. His scaly lips bloated to refuse, and within less than a blink several streams of thick, milky goo exploded through the gaps between his teeth, dribbling down his jaw like a waterfall filled with the purest of essences.

Vrelgor gulped down, but his maw had too little to give. He swallowed a fragment, and the third spurt caught him unprepared yet again, spilling through the same gasp.

RuSturak made no difference. For him, cumming was cumming. His roar held just as strong, alternating between higher and graver pitches depending on the state of his cock. When it was hard, he climbed. When he released, he descended a bit lower.

Vrelgor blinked hard and fast. He smelled through the haze of arousal. He saw it right before his eyes, a slit packed with juices that kept on dribbling. For RuSturak's sake, he could not waste this seed.

So he wrapped his tongue tighter, took a deep breath between spurts, then started milking RuSturak as quick and hard as he could. His tongue engulfed the better part of his member, and Vrelgor worked hard to keep it safe and snuggly while his lips grabbed at the sensitive bulge. Overtaken by the increase in stimulation, RuSturak oozed with renewed vigor. Vrelgor waited until his maw was filled, then swallowed the whole load down, taking RuSturak' essence in one hard satisfying gulp.

Eating came easy after that. He synchronized his throat with the spurts of the member, and every time RuSturak unleashed, Vrelgor swallowed, still making sure to apply the correct stimulation until the golden dragon gave out only weak dribbles.

Vrelgor pulled back. His tongue ached fiercely, his maw felt weird and sticky, his nostrils stung with the smell of arousal.

But he was just as satisfied as the dragon splayed in the vegetation with both tongue and cock out, each oozing a small measure of their respective fluids.

Vrelgor licked under his jaw. He expected RuSturak to be a bit angry. What he didn't expect was the loving lick he received. The golden dragon lapped at his messy snout, cleaning his own essence, even sneaking behind his lips.

"I'm good. You don't have to groom me there."

"I just...I was..." RuSturak dropped back with a satisfied growl.

"You wanted to thank me..." Vrelgor nuzzled him lovingly.

"I feel so...free. Fear kept me back when my instincts whispered the truth. I'm pleased that you decided to..."

Vrelgor licked his snout a few times. He still needed to recover, so he moved towards his member. The flesh was worn and very sensitive, but with careful licks Vrelgor pushed it closer towards the welcoming slit until his tongue met the damp patch. It was slightly cold with a salty touch to it, but sweet, almost intoxicating. He swirled his tongue around, slurping the thick juices until that slit became a shining perfection of a male's genitalia.

"You are hard too," RuSturak noticed.

Vrelgor drew back. "Don't even think about returning the favor. I spilled myself in your maw once. This time I want to do what males do."

RuSturak rolled onto his back, legs and wings splayed for Vrelgor' viewing pleasure. "I'm all yours."

"I'm not going to do it now. It would be selfish," he shook his head. "No. I want to do it when we both feel the need to spill, so that I can grab behind your horns and hear your roar as I burst into your delightful tailhole."

"I will trust your judgment then," RuSturak licked his lips. "After all, it has been less than a day since you stained my snout."

"Speaking of staining, we should clear the droplets of seed that I spilled. A dragoness might stumble upon this oasis and get ideas."

RuSturak kicked at the air. "That is the most ridiculous thing I've heard."

"It's entirely possible. If I could tell so much from the smell of your member, imagine what a dragoness can do with a bit of seed."

"We'll worry about them later. For now, come lay with me."

"I already did."

"But you haven't finished your grooming, have you?"

Vrelgor knew he was trapped. He snarled just for show, and when RuSturak's tail smacked him, he realized how wrong he was to appear threatening to such a devious dragon. His tongue dashed along the sandy membrane, covering both of its faces in sticky saliva. Only then Vrelgor advanced towards the tail. He felt a bit of tension around the base and made sure to insist there, just in case the extra attention stirred RuSturak a second time. When no pokey cock came, Vrelgor continued his journey all the way to the tail tip. His tongue was tired, a bit itchy from the prolonged exposure to rough scales. RuSturak was happy to welcome him back under his wing. Though the weather was warm, Vrelgor couldn't refuse a dragon's affections. He brushed himself as tight as he could, then sought RuSturak' snout to plant a few more licks there. The golden dragon surprised him when he opened his maw to allow his tongue inside. Vrelgor lingered for a bit, but the hesitation was short lived. His tongue rushed in, sharing all the tastes it acquired with a bigger and wrigglier cousin. Packed tight, the two males sampled their taste for a few moments, then nuzzled each other lovingly until the time to depart was upon them.

** ***End of chapter 25*****

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