Dragon's Path 26: Beast of Burden
A horny beast relieves his restless burden inside a dragon's inviting tailhole.
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Story Description: A horny beast relieves his restless burden inside a dragon's inviting tailhole.
** ***Dragon's Path 26: Beast of Burden*****
RuSturak led the way back to the caravan, but it was Growls who sat at the front, driving his basilisks to the distant vegetation. Everyone shuffled on tired feet. The basilisks were weary, the felines distracted, and even Growls started talking with his basilisks after he learned about the absence of threat. The beasts had no wits and probably not even the proper tongue to reply. They just marched on and on, their many pairs of feet dragging the enormous weight behind their shifting tails.
The atmosphere lightened when the beasts reached the waterhole. They slurped the water noisily with their angular snouts. Behind them, the kobolds came out of their carts to pick plants or chase each other around. Some even mated in broad daylight, their squeaky cries annoying everybody around them. Growls didn't care. He watched his little ones with a mixture of awe and amusement. What was so funny about a male thrusting inside a female? They even did it like dragons, from behind, with their tongues sticking out, dripping in the same manner as the juices overflowing from their unity.
Vrelgor was more interested in the basilisks. They were imposing beasts. Not pretty. Their beady eyes seemed more of a mistake than an intended part of their evolution. The same applied to their claws, which were thick, short, and crooked in the form of a hook. Vrelgor even wondered how these creatures survived. They moved slower than any prey he knew, were poorly optimized for hunting, and their big jaws probably couldn't even chew through the meat.
He put his thoughts aside when RuSturak came to greet him. The golden dragon had another scouting task ahead of him. Growls needed more reassurance for safety, or perhaps he just wanted to be alone. Vrelgor did not care which was which. He followed RuSturak into the heated sky and flew until his wings went slack.
By nightfall, they found a proper place to rest. A hole in the ground. It looked like that from afar, but Vrelgor saw RuSturak the first time when he went inside. He assured everyone it was an abandoned Embari mine, and everybody believed him.
Secretly, Vrelgor hoped it was all an elaborate trap to seal Growls and his band of followers inside. It made sense, with RuSturak' secretive nature to keep something important hidden. He watched as the caravan was slowly swallowed by the darkness of the tunnel. Pairs of kobolds surrounded the caravan, each lighting up the way for the one walking ahead of them.
Vrelgor was the last. He had a small black scaled kobold ahead. A female, by the smell of it, her little clawed hands playing with the glowing crystal.
"I heard these crystals are-"
"Kreeeek!" The kobold squeaked.
Every pair of eyes turned to Vrelgor. He felt so embarrassed, his heart skipped a beat before rolling into a furious drumming rhythm.
"Why stare? Move on. Kobold not hurt, is?"
"No, she...the dragon spoke to her."
Growls wasn't happy about that. "Tell whelp I rip his cock and make him female."
The nearest feline retold the message, and Vrelgor grew even more living. He should have known better, really.
After the caravan picked back again, he kept his maw clamped so tight his jaws hurt. That was as a double measure. To be extra safe, Vrelgor looked around to distract himself from any idiotic thoughts. This tunnel looked very tidy compared to the ones he braved. On the walls that led deeper inside were chunks of purified embari that provided thrice as much light as the crystals they had. The kobolds squeaked and growled, barely able to contain their excitement. Growls kept them all in line. He had a full band of felines with him, no doubt preparing for the worst.
Nothing hid inside the tunnel aside from irritating smells. The caravan came to a stop inside an abandoned shelter. The felines pushed the pebbles and the discarded tools to the walls, the kobolds removed the ropes and harnesses, and Growls tended to his basilisks, rubbing one with his big burly hands and the other with his lengthy tail.
"Dragon remain here with whole group. Sleep. Get Strength. Whelp outside."
Vrelgor didn't quite understood what that meant. This annoyed Growls who turned around, seemingly hostile until the basilisks slowly came on each of his sides.
"You lead Agnar and Ekra to mouth. Sleep outside. Watch for threats. Smell them," Growls sniffed as if to mock Vrelgor for his lowly assignment. "If enemies arrive, they kill whelp first. Whelp roars.. Warband hears. We prepared," Growls slammed a fist into his chest, and growls, squeaks, and roars filled the chamber around him.
"Move, whelp! Walk!"
Vrelgor turned around. He was glad to be rid of that monster, but now he had his little beasts in his care. Vrelgor looked behind every few steps, just in case something hideous came out of the walls. It was a scarce possibility, but a possibility nonetheless.
Fortunately for him the two beasts obeyed without question. They each took a spot on either side of the tunnel, then rolled on their backs, hosting their heavy legs into the air. They looked so weird, almost like upturned insects, but Vrelgor didn't really care. He had the night for himself. Everywhere he looked, he saw sand. Finally, he was completely and utterly alone.
The prospect of doing everything he wanted seemed exciting at first. Vrelgor flew around the starlit sky for a bit, both to watch the glimmering sky and to check for any undiscovered threat. The stars kept his eyes glued up to a point, then he realized everything looked almost the same, just like the desert stretching beneath him.
Vrelgor swooped back down. Agnar and Ekra -the most stupid names he heard since he hatched- were still sleeping on their broad backs without a single care in the world. This exposed their underside in plain view, which in turn made their slits slightly more obvious.
Vrelgor immediately thought of sniffing their rifts. He didn't just think of doing something to Growls' pets, did he?
He shook his head, then groomed himself from the tips of his claws all the way to the tail, only to tense a bit when he slid his tongue over his slit. He expected to feel pleasure, and instead all he felt was the familiar touch of his tongue. Vrelgor tried a few more times, growled, then licked his tailhole, but aside from a sliver of pleasure, he didn't feel much.
"Graar," he slammed his tail into the sand. He couldn't enjoy himself. It was the first night with no worries or tasks stuck inside his head, and he couldn't extract a single bit of pleasure.
He knew why. The answer lay deep in that cave, probably thinking the same right now. How would the night feel in the embrace of another dragon?
Vrelgor snorted in frustration. He grew dependent on others. First RuSturak, then Dahrzin, the hippogryph of two genders, the serpent, and now RuSturak again. Now that he was alone, with only lifeless sand under his paws, Vrelgor felt like a hatchling that just lost his parents. He felt alone.
But it didn't have to be that way. He curled his neck to look again upon the sleeping forms of the basilisks, and a perverse tingle of warmth ran along the outline of his slit. He smelled basilisk musk before...but now he had the chance to taste them. What dragon could brag like that? Vrelgor, tamer of basilisks? The one who not only tasted, but spilled his seed inside the female. The dragon who not just stopped at one gender, but took the other inside his own tailhole?
For a moment, he imagined himself thrusting inside the sleeping female, the smells of their mating serving as an aphrodisiac for the lustful male. His widening nostrils breathed in the lust inducing scents, which traveled through his heated blood and engorged the immense cock that lodged itself in and out of Vrelgor with every thrust. Tail up, maw panting for more, he was putting it in as much as he took it up the backside, and the pleasure became hotter, stronger, louder, until his whole body convulsed under the most intense release he ever imagined.
Vrelgor licked his snout. A familiar pressure bulged within his slit. He became hard just by thinking of the beasts. How good would it feel when he bred them?
Vrelgor carefully stepped through the sand, silent as a furry creature. He told the female apart from her murky scent. He just had to find a way to climb on top of her, a task easier said than done. Five pairs of legs did not make a side mounting easy. The only hope came from her tail side, only that the tail was wide at the tip and shifted this way and that more unpredictably than a hatchling.
Vrelgor placed each leg on the sides of her tail, stretching himself as far as he could without toppling over. It worked well enough. Now he just had to stretch his neck a little. Vrelgor fixed his eyes on the light entrance of her rift, then slowly descended upon it, the smell becoming muskier and thicker until it became too choking to hold in.
He rasped, pelting the basilisk's underside with warm mucus. For a moment, he froze in panic. A tide of thoughts rushed through his mind. He was going to get caught. Growls would smell something wrong on his pet. The basilisk would wake up.
Vrelgor blinked. None of that happened. Chunks of hardened plates covered the entire underside of the beast. It probably didn't even feel the heat of the sand.
The realization brought a sweet wave of relief with it, and also a bit of arousal. Though she smelled disgusting, Vrelgor was interested in what hid inside.
So he descended again, breathing slightly slower than the last time, rolling along her crevice, analyzing its form, its smell, its feel. Without his accord, his tongue slid along the hardened surface, then slammed back into his maw. His lips immediately pulled up, and Vrelgor fought to suppress himself from growling. The taste was truly foul.
Vrelgor should have pulled back. He knew there was no way this could end well. Why was he even debating with himself? Basilisks weren't meant to be taken by dragons!
And that stupid, idiotic, incredibly troublesome and arousing thought made him slide his tongue along her rift a second time. The taste was none too horrible, but Vrelgor kept his snout there, swiping his tongue along slow at first, then faster, hoping some hidden plate would shift out of the way and reveal her gender.
None of that really happened. He lapped at bare stone, and the only thing he extracted was the fetid taste of basilisk waste.
Vrelgor pulled himself back, then went a short distance away to clear his snout in a loud and messy fashion. The taste of basilisks was mostly muffled. Now he could finally sleep.
...or he could try the male and see if he was more receptive than his consort. The dragon's wings shuffled with unease. He even rolled his eyes at how ridiculous this line of thinking was.
Yet he couldn't help himself. He had to give it at least one try!
So he approached again, adopting the same tactic, one pair of legs on each side of the big broad tail, snout held a short distance away from the hardened slit...
Only that this particular slit was not as tough. The rift was better pronounced. Even the smell was kinder to his nostrils.
Vrelgor licked. He rolled his tongue along the narrow crevice to find it not dry and tough, but slightly spongy and moist. He made the mistake of pressing too hard, and his tip sunk between layers of hot, hardened flesh that immediately clamped around his tongue harder than Growls ever did.
"Yowwrrrrr!" Vrelgor yelped, slapping his tongue back out as soon as he could.
The male's crevice contorted and shifted, revealing more of its fleshy insides. Vrelgor immediately bent his head around to see if the basilisk was still asleep.
It was.
He turned back upon the slit, a cavity of width and length similar to a female's, only a bit wider. The smells that came out were harsher than a dragon's, almost choking, but in a good way. This time, he was entranced by the smells instead of being outright revolted, so he approached once again, taking a deep whiff, then letting his tongue push through the nest of flesh.
The basilisk grabbed again. Vrelgor pulled out fast, but his tip remained in to be kneaded and caressed instead of squeezed for dear life.
The fight fled the beast. Now it just wanted pleasure.
Vrelgor licked along the rift just to make sure. The tastes were so bitter to the tongue. Prickly even. But they were unique. More interesting than anything he tasted so far. So he licked, then dabbed inside bit by bit. The basilisk was so hot inside. Each layer of flesh was smoother and hotter the deeper he went. And Vrelgor only brushed the surface. He lapped, instead of taking.
He was a hatchling, not a dragon.
Annoyed and aroused in equal measures, he drew back, then pushed his tongue through all the way in. The walls immediately squeezed around him, hard enough to keep him in and hurt a little. There was fluid inside. Lots of thick, sticky essence.
And below hid something stranger. Something that pounded in the same rhythm as the flesh around him.
Something that grew.
Vrelgor tried shoving his snout back. The basilisk's cock brushed past his tongue, raking half of it with its barbs before the muscles softened enough to let him out.
The dragon stumbled back, legs tripping on the basilisk's broad tail to send him falling on his side. The sky and earth shifted positions, and for the briefest of moments Vrelgor blinked.
The next time he opened his eyes however, things were not quite as he left them. The male's beady eyes stared right at him, its clawed hooks digging into the sand to bring the creature closer.
Vrelgor had a very good sight of his maleness from here. It was tapered, like RuSturak', becoming weirder the closer it approached its end. There were outlines around its girth. Swells that reminded him of the wolf Akerion unleashed the first time Vrelgor stepped inside the arena.
Vrelgor's jaws tensed not with fear, but with lust. It had been so long since his tailhole received a proper stretching. The basilisk had the equipment needed for the job, and the creature itself was a rugged beast adapted to rough environments. Not only that, it was an animal. A beast of burden who probably hadn't mated in ages.
Vrelgor looked over the basilisk again to find himself strangely impressed with this weird creature. Why was it so enticing? Why?
He hadn't the vaguest clue. The only thought that rested in his mind -his only desire- was to be bred by this beast.
Vrelgor turned around. He remained on his belly but lifted his tail as high as he could to present the male with the only hole he had. Soon, he felt the snort-like chuffs upon his pucker, and he squeezed fast and hard, begging for some sort of tongue to taste him.
The basilisk sniffed for a bit, then stopped. Everything became dead silent. Vrelgor thought he backed off.
And in the next moment, hard weight pressed upon his tail base. He growled, looking back to see the basilisk slowly make his way towards the front on ten unsteady legs while his hard plated chest pinned Vrelgor to the ground.
"Do it," he snarled in the male's brutish face. "Mate me already!"
The beast opened his maw, revealing rows of blunt teeth. The humid smells of his maw made Vrelgor's head swipe back in revulsion, and the lack of direct sight gave the creature courage.
One pair of legs slammed into Vrelgor's shoulders. The impact made him shudder, but it was the piercing embrace of those short, hook-like claws that made him growl with discomfort. The basilisk anchored himself.
Then, he thrust.
Vrelgor's anal muscles widened as much as they could. He took the beast's head, shaft, and probably the first swell too. Everything felt so big to his tailhole. So intrusive.
Vrelgor muffled his growl. He had to remain strong. To show the beast he was still a predator. Yet when he turned his head over his shoulder, all he saw was the beast's bifurcated tongue drooling mucus all over his scales. The animal's breath broke, for he was truly and utterly inside him. Vrelgor controlled his muscles, clenching and squeezing rapidly to feel what manner of cock entered his most sensitive of places. The tip definitely had barbs of the softer sort, but it was tapered and slim enough to neglect. Behind the beast's tapered head was an array of protrusions, or hooks. He didn't quite get a feel what it was, only that they clung onto his muscles. Vrelgor forced his thoughts further along the beast's cock. The first swollen sphere he took was smooth in nature, like a wolf's base. Not that bad, really.
He was just about to taunt the beast with a growl before the basilisk's cock swelled within his passage. A sharp spurt stretched his muscles near his tail base. Vrelgor clamped his jaws shut. It felt unbearably good, almost like a full blown ejaculation, but something was not right. It was too close to his tail, while the basilisk's tip was still deep inside him.
The fluid spurted two more times before it smothered into dribbles. The basilisk vibrated his entire length inside, the shudders filling Vrelgor with ripples of heated pleasure. The swell stretched him just right. The head barbs caressed him. Only those weird hooks felt slightly uncomfortable, but they were easily forgotten among the haze of bliss. With his muscles rippling around the cock, the fluid seeped deep, coating Vrelgor with a fine layer of quality lubrication.
"Graaawwwr! Aaawwrrrr raaaawrrrr!" Vrelgor growled. Packed tight by the basilisk's strong legs, he was forced to take his cock all the way towards the second swelling point, each row of protrusions rolling through the malleable ring of the dragon's receptive tailhole.
The basilisk's growl deafened his ears. It was a deep, rocky thing as primal as the creature itself. Puddles of goo fell on Vrelgor' proud neck, staining him with the results of his choice. The smell was just a layer of his need to breed. As his nostrils convulsed, so did his tailhole try to pull back the creature with all its might. Yet what could a gentle shove do against a stone giant? The basilisk was hard as the plates covering its body. Even as he pulled back, he never intended to leave. With a quaking thrust, he slammed his last knot against Vrelgor's tailhole, sending rippling bliss all the way back to the tip. The hooks scratched onto the dragon's inner tail muscles, adding tingles of intense pleasure to the mixture of thick slime and rock hard cock.
Vrelgor choked on his growl from how good that felt. That strange cock was so deep inside. Just past his seed sack, in fact. The basilisk's tapered head seemed rather unimpressive, but after the next thrust shook his body with trembles of intense pleasure, Vrelgor growled out his need, his cock growing out to full mast in a matter of moments.
That tapered head that seemed so small and harmless started growing. With each throb that fueled the basilisk's cock, the head inflated like a circular swell, only this one was much, much more stimulating thanks to the barbs around the edges. They pressed against the flesh and stuck there as the head kept growing and growing, applying bursts of intense pleasure onto a male's innermost spot. The basilisk kept thrusting, kept slamming, breeding, spurting, the tide of heat gushing through his cock like a river of endless pre-seed. Vrelgor was wrapped in so many layers of pleasure right now. His seed sack rocked back and forth, pushed upwards by tremendous pressure every time the beast's hardened flare traveled through. The middle of his tailhole was stretched beyond the edge of bliss, and his entrance was spread close to its limits by that big circular swell which revealed its teeth soon after the head started developing. Backward facing spines sprouted around its surface, clinging to the flesh a blanket of pleasure, aiming not to hurt, but to keep the cock inside at all cost.
Vrelgor roared his heart out. And while he did so, the beast slid its slimy tongue along his head, grabbing around his horns or neck with mocking bites before it announced its bursting climax.
The resounding cry flattened Vrelgor' ears, but it was not quite as intense as the tide of slime that gushed within the depths of his tailhole. It fled that wicked head in a sharp spurt, diving like an arrow through the dragon's defenseless muscles.
The dragon tensed his entire frame. A breathless roar burst through his parting maw. Scales shifted and shook, muscles tightened on the verge of rupturing. And his tailhole...his weak, flooded tailhole clamped hard onto the creature's spurting cock. The basilisk's abnormally large head bloated under the heated caress, spurting more thick seed that filled the dragon's tailhole quicker than a heartbeat, then rebounded back from the lack of space, washing along the creature's cock, making it growl and choke on its own pleasure while the dragon underneath struggled with his own battering climax. His seed sack was trembling in defeat, tightening around itself. When the hot wave of seed came, the pleasure increased so much that the sensitive organ shrunk around itself, sending a thrum of wild pressure down Vrelgor' slit. Vrelgor' eyes bulged out of his sockets. He couldn't withstand such immense pleasure!
Yet his tailhole was far too tense to be controlled anymore.
Vrelgor surrendered with his own yowling cry. The creature spurted again, bringing more pressure, more more heat, more seed. The dragon's sleeping cock bloated with its own wave of restless seed, and Vrelgor was helpless to stop it. His precious organ pressed against his belly, then exploded upon the coarse sand, dashing line after line of milky essence.
Darkness threatened to collapse around him. Vrelgor struggled to breathe. Stretched from all sides, pressed by the basilisk's spurting head and flooded with his seed, he desperately wanted to spill all that heated mess that surged through him. His strength wavered. His tailhole spasmed hard, each powerful squeeze drawing more of the basilisk's thick juices out of the bloating cock nestled within.
Vrelgor blinked. Tears fell from his eyes, revealing the vague outline of the desert. He drew in a sharp breath. His chest expanded, causing sharp surges to crawl towards his tail. Something was different though. There was no weight pressing upon his back. No big cock stretching his tailhole. Vrelgor clenched once. A sticky mixture of consistent fluid spurted out. It felt so good, yet extremely exhausting at the same time.
The basilisk was out.
"Gokrakh'ra! Puny whelp thought he can mate Agnar. Look him now. Dead in the sand."
"He's not dead! Just exhausted." RuSturak hissed.
"Dragon weak! Can't even breed properly!" The reptilian laughed in his face, but the approaching steps told Vrelgor everything he wanted to know for the time being.
A warm presence touched the side of his head. He tried to look, but his exhausted body failed to cooperate.
"Don't move. Just...just listen to my voice. Blink if you can understand my words."
Vrelgor's trembling eyelids pressed shut. When he opened them, he saw RuSturak's. scales. So golden...so nice...
"You will be weak and slightly dizzy, but the basilisk's seed should nurture your tailhole. Flames, I'm surprised you managed to take him all in. I probably would have passed out, were I in your place."
RuSturak stopped for a moment to dash a sweet, caring lick. It was so soft, so gentle.. Vrelgor would have broken into whimpers if he had more strength in his body. Right now, he could only shift his eyes to RuSturak' snout and watch the steady motion of his head as he licked around.
Vrelgor closed his eyes. He was cared for. Loved. Like heated winds, comfort seeped through his scales, causing him to fall into a deep rejuvenating sleep.
** ***End of chapter 26*****
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