Dragon's Path 27. Oasis
Vrelgor's adventure through the desert continues.
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Story Description: Vrelgor's adventure through the desert continues.
** ***Dragon's Path 27: Oasis*****
Near the morning, his tailhole started throbbing with ruthless intensity, turning the pleasant dreams into a confusing string of memories.
Vrelgor blinked his eyes open. Mucus made his vision cloudy. The tears from the previous night have all but dried up, leaving behind a cloudy sludge that required the aid of a paw to remove. After he cleared his eyes, Vrelgor turned his attention upon his sensitive hole. An intense smell rushed into his nostrils, and the dragon struggled to keep a straight snout as he looked upon the thick milky essence that gathered around his tailhole. That was the result of his stupidity. A load of smelly basilisk seed that threatened to turn his nostrils. There was no way he was going to lick that off after an entire night of letting out in the open, and without the means to soothe his aching tunnel, Vrelgor turned back to sleep.
"Grrrhhh..." Though he tried to tame his raging instincts, Vrelgor couldn't completely stifle his growl. The lizard-man had it right all along. He was weak. Weak enough to succumb to his urges. Was a maw not better suited for that purpose? Flames, even a paw could have satisfied his needs. Vrelgor just had to throw himself head-on into the unknown and pay a rather uncomfortable price in the process. Yes, the mating felt good, but his muscles had yet to completely recover after being stretched to their limits.
The dragon shook his head in dismay. Too late thinking about that now. The deed had already been done. The seed had been spilled. He could find a hundred ways to color his predicament if he desired to. Right now, Vrelgor just wanted to rest, even if his tailhole had a different intention. Though he was far from aroused, his inner flesh throbbed, throbbed, throbbed, pounding with heated thumps in rhythm with his heart, a constant reminder of last night's pleasure.
When the sky brightened into a soothing blue, Vrelgor realized he had no chance at stopping it. He focused his senses on what happened around him instead of digging back inwards. Steps came from behind along with the chatter of kobolds. Undoubtedly they prepared the beasts for departure. The sour smell of basilisk was not something to forget after an entire night of lustful abandonment. Vrelgor picked his head up to see the reptilian tying up the heavy leather harness around his beasts. Agnar the male remained as docile as a horse, almost enjoying the touch of his master. Naughty bastard. At least the female put up more of a fight. Whether it was the desire to mate or a morning annoyance, Vrelgor did not care. He was pleased to see the lizard-man had almost as bad of a morning as he did, barking orders at his army of kobolds, the little minks hurrying up this way and that with bundles of supplies cradled to their little chests. Vrelgor found them cute. They made him think about hatchlings; of the life he could live if he ever impregnated a female instead of being taken like one. One thing was certain: his tailhole would have been most grateful for that choice right now.
Vrelgor looked away. The distant flapping of wings caught his attention. A glimmer of gold appeared on the distant sky. Vrelgor followed it until it expanded into a silhouette. The dragon hind legs reached towards the ground, taking the brunt of the impact before his other pair of legs met the sands. RuSturak too eyed the caravan for a moment, and then his verdant eyes turned upon Vrelgor, rousing a pleasant shiver along the darker dragon's form. Vrelgor welcomed him with broad wings and a steady rumble purring inside his throat. The dragons touched snouts, rubbed necks, and licked each other fondly a few times before RuSturak settled onto his belly, comfortably close to warm the air around Vrelgor.
"Had to scout the surroundings before the sun ascended," the golden male explained. "Avgarhar's first thought was to send you. He wanted to tie up your wings and have you crawling along the sands like a sand worm."
"And now he doesn't?"
RuSturak took a quick peek at the caravan. "I reasoned with him as much as I could, though his mind is as sturdy as the plates latched upon his body. Beware of what you say. A single word can earn you quite a bit of punishment."
Vrelgor dipped his head, ashamed of what RuSturak implied. "I will try to control myself."
"Succeed. There is no try this time," the golden dragon stood up onto his fours. His poking snout was painfully suggestive of what was to come.
Vrelgor gathered his strength, clenched his jaws...and growled out in pain as a surge of intense discomfort speared through his tailhole. One leg faltered after the other, sending Vrelgor back onto the sands.
"Try again, and keep your maw shut," RuSturak' words cut in through the pained whine that still oozed out of the growling dragon.
It was so simple to stand tall and speak big when you weren't the one who just took a basilisk up the hole! Vrelgor tried again, then again, and again, each time succumbing to the intense discomfort from before.
"Sok'var! Gava hashu maka!" a growl came, grave and deep compared to the playful squeaks that followed.
"Eeeeek, kreek kreek kreek!"
Vrelgor turned a glistening eye towards the caravan. The reptilian pointed a crooked finger at him, and the kobolds laughed with all their heart from the top of the caravan, the bosom, or wherever they happened to be located.
"Don't look at them," RuSturak spread his wings. "Get up. Get up before he'll make you."
Vrelgor tried again. He poured all he had, his rage, his strength, his hope into one last desperate attempt. His legs trembled like crumbling pillars. Like last time, and the times before, he fell, getting another round of scorn in the process.
"He's not one to tolerate weakness. Stand up, Vrelgor. Fight the pain. Don't let it consume you."
"I can't!" the dragon snarled. "My...my tailhole had been stretched wider than it's ever been. You mated me before, but this basilisk...he was bigger than you can possibly imagine!"
RuSturak wanted to counter that line of thought. Perhaps even offer some physical encouragement. That chance had been stolen from him when a tide of growly words washed along the heavy steps of the approaching reptile. RuSturak stepped aside. The hulking behemoth that approached was no ordinary two-legs. His hardened plate looked tough as stone. His legs, as bulky as they looked, allowed for surprising dexterity. Within a dozen of strides, the reptilian was upon them, looking down upon Vrelgor like a titan standing beside his defeated foe.
"Gar, har har," he laughed in that growly way of his. "Dragon weak. Agnar took you like female, and now you cry like one."
Vrelgor said nothing. He just watched, blinked, and shivered when the reptilian stretched a hand towards his wing.
No, not his wing. What hid underneath. With one powerful shove, the reptilian pushed the dragon onto the side just enough to swing his hind leg out of the way and ran a finger around his seed tripping rim. He just held it at first, testing the seed, probing the dragon's entrance. Vrelgor almost hoped to walk away unscathed, but the reptilian's poking teeth suggested otherwise. Those scaled, sausage-like fingers curled inwards, and Vrelgor growled out in pain as the reptilian stretched his hole wide open.
"Gawwrrrrr!"
His wing was shoved into the sand, his leg restrained, just like his defenseless stailhole.
Vrelgor roared in desperation, and the reptilian laughed and growled in his face.
"Pathetic and weak!" he looked inside, even smelling the seed that still resided within the fleshy tunnel. "Bred once, and can't even get up. Should break legs then. Make moaning dragon crawl!"
"Don't. Please...please don't," Vrelgor pleaded.
Avgarhar pushed his fingers deeper, spreading the flesh more, filling Vrelgor with intense discomfort.
The dragon panted through his maw, waiting for this torment to end. Bits of sand rushed in along with air, though that was the least of his concerns. His tailhole...something was leaking out of it. Seed?
He didn't know how long he waited. Vrelgor turned his head backwards to see one golden leg placed right before his wing, and above more golden scales. RuSturak stood above him for a reason he could not understand at the moment. All he felt was dull, heavy pain. Still vivid, yet not as overpowering as before. And it lessened. His squeezing muscles worked the ooze deeper within his aching tunnel, coating the discomfort with something that felt like warm, silky tongue.
"What...what is happening to me?"
A few warm licks caressed the spot between his horns. "Avgarhar left. He feared his probing would cause even more damage to your sensitive tailhole."
"Something..." Vrelgor growled. "There is something inside me."
RuSturak said nothing. He allowed only for his licks to speak. For his scales to rub against scales, and his warm breath to overflow from his flaring nostrils with every gentle thrust.
It was him. His warm, seed sheltering, life-giving cock advancing so gently along the wounded tunnel. Vrelgor was almost tempted to moan in sheer pleasure. Oh, how good a proper cock felt inside him. It was nothing like the reptilian's scaly fingers, but a stream of relief that pushed the healing mixture into the wounded flesh, washing the pain away like a stream of soothing relief. Soft squelches washed along the wind along with kobold chatter. The air was still heavy with musk, yet a fresh miasma was starting to take over. Vrelgor closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasant caress, wondering if RuSturak was going to cum inside him.
"Enog!" the reptilian's heavy growl ruptured the blissful moment shared by the two dragons, who gazed upon him at the same time. With a clawed finger, the lizard stared RuSturak down, the dragon unmoving, unflinching. "Said heal. Not breed. Get off whelp. We have task to do."
"I need a moment to-"
"Now!"
Vrelgor shuddered. After the ordeal he just went through, even hearing that bastard's voice was enough to send his instincts into mild panic. RuSturak' tongue calmed that somewhat. The golden dragon dashed his tongue a couple of times, moistening Vrelgor' neck almost as much as he lubricated his insides.
"You'll have to get up this time. There is no more room for errors."
He meant weakness. Vrelgor appreciated the courtesy of not calling him for what he was: a scared little hatchling whose place was always under someone's belly. If even two-legged lizard-men could tame him, what did that say about him?
"Grong'thar!" he barked.
RuSturak came loose with a wet plop. Vrelgor clenched a few times, adjusting to the absence of the dragon's magnificent cock. He felt better. Healed. He dug his claws through the sand, then pushed himself onto his legs, letting out a long sigh of relief...
Until the reptilian's heavy hand turned it into a growl of pain. "My eyes see you. Dragon falls again...dragon crawls along the sand behind my basilisks!"
Vrelgor had no option but to bow his head in submission, as disgusting as that was. Weakness was not an admittance of helplessness. It was strategy. Yet right now, the reptile's foul breath irritated him more than his rumbling growl. He stood there for what had to be twenty heartbeats before he finally walked back to his caravan, allowing Vrelgor to finally breathe in the warm air of the desert. Ahead of him, RuSturak already stretched his wings. One by one the kobolds jumped onto the containers or inside them, while the reptilian left claw marks in the sand with every stride he took towards his basilisks. He gave them a quick rub, growled some words in their ears -wherever those were- and slowly, the lumbering beasts settled into motion, their many legs having little trouble finding traction even on the tricky sand.
A gust of sand blew into Vrelgor' face, forcing him to narrow his eyes. RuSturak left. The fear of abandonment scared Vrelgor more than any punishment. He placed one front leg forward, then shifted his weight. His legs trembled slightly. The pain had not fully dispersed, and a growl threatened to make its way of the dragon's throat.
Vrelgor bit it back. After a couple of steps, the pain became more manageable. He walked, just like the basilisks, leaving behind thick globs of whatever mixture RuSturak concocted. The inability to clean his sensitive hole stung Vrelgor right where it counted, yet right now he had much more important tasks to mind. He stretched his wings, crouched, then leaped up with all his might. The winds took him as one of their own, filling him with a strange kind of exhilaration. Vrelgor felt free. Unburdened by anything and anyone. After he joined up with RuSturak, he let out a joyous growl. Though the older dragon did not approve of such recklessness, he bumped into Vrelgor, letting out a rumble of his own.
Oh, how good it felt to have the whole world stretch underneath his wings. To have an amount of choices as vast as the skies themselves. Vrelgor knew he had a duty to fulfill, yet even so, he could afford to bask in a fleeting pleasure after the unjust punishment he received. What was mating a beast compared to betrayal? He broke no oath, grieved no creature, caused no harm. If anything, the reptilian should have apologized for allowing his beast to thrust rampant into Vrelgor tailhole. He watched, growled, and laughed from behind while his beast thrust, moaned, and spilled, stretching flesh and ramming arse with the biggest cock in existence. Even thinking about it send shivers of pain through the dragon's tailhole.
Vrelgor turned thoughts back towards the skies above. He could not change the past, but the present was a different kind of deal. And with a loving dragon by his side and the heated winds carrying his wings, Vrelgor intended to make the best with the time he had on his paws. He sailed towards RuSturak, following his every turn, traversing through a realm where no ground dweller could ever touch them.
The exhilaration of flying did not last forever. As the sun ascended further into the sky, the winds turned warmer. Dragons withstood harsher temperatures, yet Vrelgor was still unaccustomed to the scorch of the desert. Though his scales reflected some of the light, the dragon's wings sweated quite a bit to ward off the generous amounts of heat that pierced through his armored hide. Vrelgor found the evaporating process quite pleasant. Strange, true, but very soothing compared to the sharp ache burning within his joints. For as much as he flew, the landscape barely changed. The sands were the same. Only the size of the dunes different. Sometimes, a few bones could be spotted jutting out, their unfortunate owner still melting in the sun after all that time.
Vrelgor wondered about their origins. There had to be some dragons around these parts, or some manner of winged creature at least. He couldn't imagine who or what could endure the heated sands. He glided once towards the ground to inspect a hollow, and the heat slapped them harder than a wing shoved right in his face. In a way, the desert resembled RuSturak. Both were quiet. Warm. And very, very shiny.
Vrelgor veered closer towards the golden dragon. "Can we land now?"
"Not for a while, no," RuSturak's eyes keenly scouted the grounds below, much to Vrelgor' growling displeasure.
"There is nothing to see down there but sand, sand, and more sand. Why are you so keen on completing your duties when that lizard or whatever he is cares more about inflicting pain than this mission?"
"Avgarhar," RuSturak' emerald eyes shifted towards Vrelgor just for a moment. "He's a Sand Walker. His kin originated from the vast jungles of the north east before they were chased out by a more adept species."
"Dragons?" Vrelgor asked without even thinking.
"Felines who walk upright," RuSturak said. "They adapted faster than their scaly kin and used the jungle to their advantage to force out the competition. Avgarhar's ancestors had no option but to take upon the sands and try to tame them, just like their enemies did."
"I hope they failed."
"Maybe. Maybe not. His lineage is of little importance to us at the moment. What we have is a task, so keep your eyes sharp."
"In case of what?" Vrelgor growled. "Have you seen anything else than dust and bones since you arrived here?"
RuSturak blinked. He kept his head straight and his wings flared, clearly too focused to reveal more of his vast knowledge.
Vrelgor was annoyed by his dedication to this task. What was he getting anyway? A few shinies to stash away in his useless hoard?
Without anything better to do, Vrelgor looked around for anything that could catch his interest, only that there was nothing more urgent than the itches traversing his tailhole. The heat made every spot that was not covered in scales ooze its water. The rim of his tailhole was no different. Salty water mixed with the sticky concoction, loosening its consistency enough to allow it to be drawn back inside. Though he tried to control himself, Vrelgor clenched his muscles, and every time he squeezed them together, he sucked in more mixture back inside.
"Grrr..."
"We can't afford to rest now," RuSturak' growl came from behind.
"It's not that," Vrelgor hissed.
"What then?"
"My hole..."
"A waterhole? There is one, but-"
"Not the kind of hole I meant," Vrelgor fell besides the golden male. "My tailhole. It feels as if a hundred crawlers are pushing through."
"Can you contain the pain?"
Vrelgor growled. "it's not pain that bothers me, but this endless, annoying itch. I need something to wash it off with. Or maybe a tail to-"
"Absolutely not. A penetration could revert back everything I've done. As much as this choice might displease you, you'll have to endure."
Vrelgor almost snapped at him. It was so easy to speak when he wasn't the one receiving a scaly pair of fingers up his tailhole. So instead of fighting with the only ally he had, Vrelgor dived towards the ground, where the calmer winds surrounded him with a barrier of blistering heat.
"Grahh...raah..." Vrelgor panted through his open maw. He beat his wings, again and again, staring around the endless sands, imagining himself bending the lizard-man under his form. Oh, he might have growled out orders like a dragon, but when he was on his fours with a proper beast above him, the caravan leader yowled like a whelp. Vrelgor shuddered with delight as he envisioned his rock hard cock piercing the lizard's only weakness. He plunged through his soft, fleshy halls down to his slit, then worked himself back and forth, making the bastard growl, feeding upon the intense contractions of his defenseless muscles. He squeezed so tight. So good. So hard. Oh, he was a strong one. Sometimes, he lashed with a tail or with a claw, trying to escape the dragon's grasp. Vrelgor only had to clamp his jaws around the back of his neck, growl, and remind this wretch where he stood: on his fours, with a leaking, throbbing cock lodged inside his hole. The heat was no longer a bothersome inconvenience, but an ally. With each thrust, Vrelgor flared it more and more. And when the lizard's muscles squelched from the generous amounts of pre-seed they coaxed out and his member bloated with upcoming seed, Vrelgor roared out his exploding passion.
Avgarhar wasn't the only one who was taken. Just before his peak hit, RuSturak bent Vrelgor under his broader form and thrust his hard, needy cock through his opening when he was tighter than ever. Vrelgor squeezed his eyes shut. The immense pressure exerted upon his sensitive muscles felt out of this world. RuSturak slithered towards his burning core, stretching everything in his wake until his tip touched the origin of the pleasure itself.
Vrelgor didn't roar. He howled his bliss, spurting his seed with so much pleasure and power that he made the lizard wet the ground with his own rebellious essence. Hard streams rushed out of his cock to form a puddle beneath his moaning form. Kobolds screeched left and right, slapping their little hands against Vrelgor' trembling legs, urging him to keep going, keep cumming inside their disgraced leader. And the dragon spurted with everything he had inside his aching body, his tailhole quaking around the intrusion lodged inside him. RuSturak was so warm. So big. So hard. His tip alone caressed Vrelgor in the most intimate part of his body, keeping him bursting over and over again, and when his muscles lessened their furious throbbing, a storm of seed burst through. Vrelgor' eyes went wide open just for a moment before he clamped his maw shut to muffle his strained pleasure deep within his tightening throat. Warm, fresh seed washed through him like the waves of a tumultuous sea, more than he could ever take in, and RuSturak kept thrusting, rubbing him with his tip, spurting from his widening cock hole, scratching Vrelgor with that delightful bulge that adorned the base of his cock...
"Mrawwwrrrr!" Vrelgor moaned out in sheer bliss. He forgot that the heat of the sun caressed his wings, or that the pleasure welling within his tailhole was nothing but a mirage created by his protruding tip. He was so distracted by that perfect fantasy, so taken up with lewd thoughts that he dived claws-first into the mass of course sand. Vrelgor' legs tripped onto each other. He beat his wings in a vain attempt to maintain his wavering balance, but there was nothing left. First it was his snout that felt the brunt of the impact. Then his chest, his legs, and sure enough, the frail tip of his cock.
"Graawwwwrrr!" the dragon curled around himself, desperately brushing off the grains of sand from his sensitive member. His wounded flesh throbbed with discomfort, every flick more annoying than the last.
Vrelgor threw his head towards the skies to roar out his frustrations. It wasn't enough to have his tail stuffed. No. The circle of pain wouldn't be complete if his member did not fall under a similar affliction. "Leave it."
Vrelgor looked up to see RuSturak' flaring nostrils. The dragon nuzzled along his neck, then slowly advanced upon the problematic area. Vrelgor lifted his leg as high as he could. Might as well allow a more experienced male to deal with these sort of injuries.
Yet RuSturak only sniffed and looked, his tongue strangely absent from its task.
"It looks good. No harm has been done."
"But it stings. Aren't you going to mend it?"
"I am...by letting the flesh do its owrk," the golden male pulled his head back with a snort. "I don't suppose to know what happened, but-"
"Then don't," Vrelgor cut in. "Your precious task needs attending. We're wasting time, right? Why even be on the ground when our caravan leader instructed us to scour the whole desert for him?"
"Vrelgor..."
"No. I don't want to hear it," he bared his fangs, then pressed his snout against RuSturak. "Do you want to know why I fell?"
"That's not important right now," the golden dragon said calmly.
"What is?" Vrelgor complained. "What ever is aside from your tasks, and your plans, and these-"
A tongue stroke pushed the words back into Vrelgor' throat. RuSturak flicked his tongue between his lips, then trailed along his head all the way to the horns before repeating the gesture.
Not even anger could resist against this kind of treatment. Vrelgor closed his eyes, churning with a different kind of warmth as his only friend -the only ally he had inside this blasted desert- basked him with the most honest kind of affection a dragon could express.
"Is it out yet?"
"Do you...want it to be out?" Vrelgor further exposed himself to the golden dragon's caring snout, whose warm breath soon flowed upon his aching cock. He wanted his tongue. As uncomfortable as that was right now, he wanted RuSturak to touch him there, just like he did inside that perfect fantasy.
"I wasn't referring to your cock. Keep it in," the golden dragon said. "The faster you heal, the better. I am slightly more concerned about another part of you that got recently stretched."
Vrelgor' heart leapt in his throat. He froze when RuSturak' heated breath fell upon his naked rim. That was the second most sensitive part of his anatomy, and also the greediest. Thoughts of penetration have left him annoyingly receptive, and Vrelgor curled his claws with anticipation. Was he going to lick, or just sniff? RuSturak sniffed intently, not caring how sour the scents were down there. He took them all inside his widening nostrils, then parted his maw to reveal that moist, beautiful tongue. Vrelgor was so pent-up with need that he instantly melted under the first lick, growling and moaning like a virgin hatchling who just discovered pleasure for the first time.
"Awwrrrr...mrrr...mraaawwrrr!" Vrelgor tensed his wings, stretched his toes, and squirmed onto the heated sands as his rim was circled and poked several times. When RuSturak pushed in, his growl went even higher, coursing through his throat with the same heat as that moistened tongue delved into the sticky contents of his tailhole.
RuSturak brushed his tongue hard and quick. He licked only a couple of times before he retreated to taste the grime inside his maw, leaving Vrelgor panting in the process. He quite enjoyed watching RuSturak expose his teeth like that. Not many males could get an elder dragon so excited.
"M-more...Pl...please more..."
RuSturak shook his head, then licked his nostrils. "You recovered well. The mixture between herbs and basilisk seed is more effective than I anticipated."
"That means...we can mate?" Vrelgor asked, hopelessly aroused from the last round of licks.
"Not yet," RuSturak said. "You need to let your flesh heal."
"I knew you would say that," Vrelgor huffed as he scrambled onto his fours. "Let us fly then. No point in lingering here anymore."
RuSturak took off, and Vrelgor shortly followed, aroused as he was. He saw more dunes, more bones, but also something less ordinary. The two dragons landed near a pair of dead lizards, which, upon closer inspection turned out to be something else entirely. Their serpentine necks looked strikingly similar to those of a dragon. They even had a spiked crown around the head, which extended along the spine in form of a sea of jagged spikes. At the tail, the beasts lost this feature in favor of a slim, tapered tip.
Vrelgor walked around the creature. RuSturak had his own to inspect, a brighter specimen that perished further away. This one was brown in color, a few shades darker than the sand it rested upon. Vrelgor' stomach lurched when a wave of fetid smells entered his nostrils. The creature had to be dead for days to emit such stench. Its head was intact, along with the tail and legs, of which there were two. Was it some kind of flier? The stumps at the sides and the shape of the body suggested as such. Vrelgor rolled the creature onto its belly. Gripped by a morbid curiosity or reckless arousal, he pushed his snout closer to the creature's vent. The smells made him go from a relatively relaxed state to a growling hazard in less than a heartbeat.
Vrelgor stumbled back, snorting, growling, and licking his nostrils with obvious desperation.
"A fire bug stung you?" RuSturak leaped closer, and Vrelgor shook his head, using the generous quantities of saliva to drown out the intense musk that entered his nostrils.
RuSturak looked at the creature, then back at Vrelgor, instantly making the connection. "You sniffed its gender."
Vrelgor dipped his head. "I...I had to. Didn't think he would smell like a swamp down there."
"He?" the golden dragon cocked his head suggestively.
"Male. He's male," a few stray tears rolled down the sides of Vrelgor's blue snout. "Do yourself a favor and keep away from these lizards."
"They're wyverns, Vrelgor. The felines around these parts still call them dragons. To them, trapping one of these beasts is an achievement grander than extending their species."
"The wings are missing. What happened to them?"
"They've been cut off. We're fortunate to ward off the sun's light, yet the desert is not as forgiving with other species. Those who bear fur upon their body need to protect themselves if they wish to prosper."
"Can't they do it without cutting off wings? This is...it's..." Vrelgor took a deep breath, then emptied his nostrils with a mighty sneeze.
"You were saying?" RuSturak tilted his head playfully.
"The scent is gone. I can breathe without sour waste clogging my nostrils."
"Astute observation. Now, before we fly back to the caravan, is there anything else you want to explore?"
"No. Maybe. I mean..." Vrelgor paced around the dead wyvern. "They're strikingly similar to us. How comes I haven't seen their kin before?"
"Wyverns are even more feral than gryphons, avians, or any other sort of flier. They have no place in within the Empire's borders. At least not for now."
"If only this desert was a better home to them..." Vrelgor took one last look at the creature, then perked his head back to the skies. "I suppose we have no choice but to return."
"I wish we could linger as much as you do, young one."
Vrelgor let RuSturak take the lead, just so he could catch a whiff of his scent. This savory musk was nothing like the wyvern's toxic fragrance. It was a softer version of bitter, a scent with just the right amount of primal tinge to make it arousing. On the way back, Vrelgor kept thinking on the many ways RuSturak could take him. He did it on his back, then crouched on the ground like a female, only this time Vrelgor remained aware enough of his surroundings to avoid an embarrassing crash. RuSturak landed first. He went to relate everything to that monstrous lizard while Vrelgor remained further behind to cover his healthy erection. The heat stroke his member like an invisible tongue, and thanks to the constant lewd thoughts that passed through his mind, the dragon had an infuriatingly hard time to think about anything else other than hard cocks, dripping females, and overwhelming amounts of seed. He was also relatively thirsty, and the prospect of feasting upon something so full of life only added to his throbbing problem.
The screech of a kobold stole his attention. The reptilian was coming closer, and he looked just as ferocious as Vrelgor remembered.
"Dragon front. Agnar made him female. Dragon walk like female."
He didn't fully know what that meant, but he obeyed nonetheless, and his paws treaded on and on along the arid sands until the sun gave way to the shimmering stars. Night brought a well needed relief from the heat. The kobolds became more active now, filling the silence with their pleasant vocalizations. A sizable group inspected the containers, while the rest stoked a small fire to roast something for the reptilian who growled orders left and right. The basilisks exposed their bellies towards the stars. It was strange to see them sleep on their backs. Their many legs made them look quite ridiculous, yet a look at the rift between their farthest legs was enough to work a chill along Vrelgor' spine. Funny or not, those creatures were extremely gifted between their legs.
Vrelgor padded towards RuSturak. The dragon sat relatively far from the rest of the camp, watching the stars in silence.
"Even the night fails to rob you of your duties."
"Night is when caravans usually fall under attack. We must not get complacent."
"Who could attack us?" Vrelgor asked. "We carry nothing of worth as far as I know, and that reptilian alone can cut down any threat."
"He will rely on us. You know that."
"I'd rather not," Vrelgor brushed along RuSturak and snuggled at his side as soon as his wing allowed it. "What I do know is that I could drink an entire lake. Or is our benevolent patron bent on keeping us here until we become as dry as these sands?"
"I shall ask for permission. Stay here."
"Where could I possibly fly?" Vrelgor pondered as the golden dragon walked away.
"We can fly."
"Grr?" Vrelgor blinked. RuSturak just returned.
"Spread your wings, young one. Time works against us."
They flew together to a nearby oasis. The vegetation was a needed change from the barren touch of the sand. A wave of relaxation fell over Vrelgor as leaves and grasses brushed along his scales as he walked. It felt good to be alone, but even better to be in the company of his own kin. After he drank a few hearty gulps of cold water, Vrelgor started rubbing around RuSturak just like the reptilian said: like a female in need. He too had a crave. An itch below the tail that could only be quenched by a male's fertile seed.
It took a bit of convincing, but RuSturak ultimately did what any male could in his situation. He probed with his tip, then, when Vrelgor became more desperate, he went all the way in. His ridges hurt quite a bit, flaring and scratching along a tunnel that was recently abused, but Vrelgor stubbornly clenched around him, not letting the male pull back until his warm seed burst forth like a fountain.
The dragons moaned and growled, lost in the intense pleasure that coursed through their shuddering forms. RuSturak pumped his essence. Vrelgor clenched with hard spasm, encouraging him to give everything he had. He knew he had to keep quiet, yet the strong spurts made that quite a challenging ordeal.
When the flow of seed tamed down, the dragons relaxed in each other's embrace for a while, then flew back to the caravan where they slept until dawn.
** ***End of chapter 27*****
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