Dragon's Path 28: Dragon's Ire
RuSturak meets up with an old friend, and Vrelgor's patience is put to the test when it becomes obvious the two dragons know each other a lot, lot more than he expected.
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Story Description: RuSturak meets up with an old friend, and Vrelgor's patience is put to the test when it becomes obvious the two dragons know each other a lot, lot more than he expected.
** ***Dragon's Path 28: Dragon's Ire*****
There were few things Vrelgor loved more than waking up to the smell of another male's seed. He flicked his tongue to gather a few remnants from last night's mating from his scales. Though the essence tasted more potent after a night spent traveling from the depths of his tunnel all the way to the rim, Vrelgor found it stimulating enough to lick a few more times. Only then he raised onto his fours to go about his scouting duty, which was more of an opportunity to spend more time with RuSturak. The older dragon was not overly excited. He was still sour from the aftermath of the mating. He believed his desire caused unwanted wounds, when in truth the pain only spurred Vrelgor' pleasure. He told his flight companion time and time again how useless these worries were, but the golden dragon berated him at every turn. Either Vrelgor was too young, too aroused, or too reckless.
Not that it mattered. Harm seemed to have a way to find him. When he returned, Avgarhar was all growls, spurts of saliva and exposed teeth.
"Seed," he barked. "My kobolds know you spilled. We give task. We ask strength. And dragon give NOTHING!"
Vrelgor slowly backed away. He couldn't betray RuSturak, not even when his sensitive slit clenched with fear.
"A dream. That's all it was."
"Dragon think stupid."
"Yes, I'm very stupid," Vrelgor quickly admitted.
"Dragon think Avgarhar stupid!" The reptilian smashed a fist into his head, incapacitating the dragon just enough so he could slap him again.
"Avgarhar not stupid. Avgarhar make dragon stupid!"
"Avgarhar, that is enough."
"Garrr," the reptilian turned his attention towards RuSturak. "What you want, gold one?"
"Release him. You know you hired two dragons to do your bidding."
"The male...and his whelp," he growled the last word as if it was the ugliest thing in existence.
"Nevertheless, he's still yours. Respect our terms, or face the consequences. The choice is yours."
Vrelgor released a trembling growl of relief. For the first time, the reptilian pulled back without bringing a storm of pain upon his quarry.
"Take whelp and fly. Fly!"
That was exactly what they did. Fly fast and far away from that creature. Vrelgor dreaded the thought of returning. He sought comfort in RuSturak' embrace. With the golden dragon's strength seeping inside his trembling form and his wisdom clearing away the haze of doubt, Vrelgor completed his scouting duty and returned to the caravan, where he walked for the better part of the day.
RuSturak was sent to scout out the surroundings, while Vrelgor still walked besides Agnar, the male basilisk who had the intense delight of claiming his tailhole two nights ago. The creature made no sounds. It barely acknowledged his presence, placing one heavy pair of legs before the other. Vrelgor wished he had the same resilience. He never saw Agnar snap or argue with his master. He obeyed. Was he smarter than he looked?
Probably not. For his impressive features, Agnar was a beast like any other. Still, Vrelgor distracted himself by counting the basilisk's plates or touching him under the tail whenever he had the chance as long as Avgarhar wasn't looking. He never expected to stir a response, but this distraction helped him cope with the monotony.
It was near sunset when the distant shadow became more than a simple protrusion. Vrelgor thought it was a mountain at first. Then an ancient dragon's bones due to the shapes that flew around it like scavenger birds.
Or so he thought. The tower- for it was a tower, even if it was leaning like a tree bending under a storm- had all the markings of an outpost. A sizable wall surrounded the central spire. Most of it was in tatters, and whatever crystals that powered the guard towers have long since extinguished. Whatever parts of the wall that withstood the trial of time became perching nests for dragons. Those scaly sentries rivaled RuSturak in their dedication, barely acknowledging the approaching caravan.
That task was for the ground party. A dozen felines or so surrounded by two grey dragons marched towards them. Vrelgor looked at the sentries, then back at the ground force. Curious, how all dragons shared the same dark scales. There were no blue dragons, or green, purple or white. They all wore the color of stone upon their scales, a grey as dark as a thundering sky.
Avgarhar muttered a few words when the groups met. The felines fell along the caravan's length, escorting it past the outer walls. Inside awaited another set of fortifications, much more impressive than the others. The crystals mounted atop the towers glowed with a faint radiance, a simple clue that denoted their deadly potential.
Vrelgor was more interested in the gardens that stretched between the two sets of walls. The desert might have been a lifeless, arid wasteland, but this outpost was like a patch of forest in the middle of nothing but sand and heat. The trees were tall and healthy, grasses abounded, and a stream branched off like a spider's web along carefully crafted canals to feed the verdant growth with precious water. The caravan stopped for a quick drink. Vrelgor was slightly surprised to be allowed to refresh himself. He expected less from one selfish as Avgarhar, yet it seemed even the reptilian had someone to answer to.
The grey dragons led the caravan towards the dilapidated tower. RuSturak followed at their side, and Vrelgor trailed behind, switching his eyes from the flicking tails of the dragons to the gigantic tower rising ahead of him. It was tall. Not quite a mountain, but definitely no hill. The Sandstone chipped in some places and broke in others. This tower was old. Probably built before the last Conquest. Traces of magic were still visible in the scars and jagged burns marked into the stone. When the humans took the lesser races under their wing to form the Final Empire, they relinquished part of their former territory, and their lands now became part of the Red Mountains, a lawless chunk of land that belonged to no one in particular.
Vrelgor attention to details narrowed as the group took wing. He rounded the tower twice, then slipped through a crack into a chamber lit only by the light of the sun. A sole dragon waited there. Female, by the smell of it. That warm, blissful scent distracted Vrelgor thorough the entire conversation between Avgarhar, the Caravan's leader, and this female. The reptilian had some demands, the female questions, and the whole thing was a back and forth exchange until the reptilian flew down upon the back of one of the lesser grey dragons, leaving the room in the paws of Vrelgor, RuSturak, and her. Three dragons.
Or two, by the looks of it. The female walked around RuSturak, nuzzling necks and taking scents. When Vrelgor approached, she barely spared a glance. Though the golden male looked rather insistently at Vrelgor, he remained firmly glued to the ground, afraid of saying or doing something inappropriate.
"I am relieved to see you strong and healthy, RuSturak. How many years has it been?"
"I can barely remember the last time we met, Karuna. You were but a hatchling back then. Now you have your own tower, a group of drakes to serve all your needs."
The female's broad wings fluttered, a soft growl escaping through her parted jaws. "The concept of slavery is still unknown to me. My drakes are here because they want to."
"So they're free to find their own mates?"
"Any time they want," the female took a few steps back. She gazed at Rusturak for a bit, then her eyes flew towards Vrelgor, a moment that made the smaller blue dragon tense with a strange mixture of awe and fear.
"Have you encountered any hostilities along the trade path?"
"Not quite," RuSturak filled in the silence. "Your chosen leader pestered my hatchling for a while, but no unnecessary blood had been spilled. The humans left you a rather sizable chunk of land, I'd say."
"A barren land. They cannot survive in this heat. We barely can. Our waterholes shrink with every passing month. Soon, we might have to find another rock to shelter us."
RuSturak nodded. For a moment, only the growls of distant dragons filled the silence draping over the tower.
Vrelgor looked around, searching for clues on his purpose here. Who were these dragons? What were they doing here? These were all questions that needed answers, and all he could do was to look upon the female's fine features and breathe in her scent. She was mature. Strong. Healthy.
And most of all, deliciously receptive to any fortunate male that could sink inside her tail. Fettered by an irresistible desire to approach, Vrelgor padded closer to the female, and her eyes, a green slightly brighter than RuSturak', narrowed while her lips slowly rose to expose her snowy teeth.
"Grrrr..."
Vrelgor froze. The sight of those sharp, dripping teeth summoned a shiver along his spine, fear that overpowered his desire to mate.
"Veranya?"
The female didn't spare a glance.
"Veranya!"
Rusturak's growl caused her lips to fall over her sharpened teeth.
"Was that action truly warranted?" RuSturak got between the two dragons. "He is no threat to you."
"I knew that ever since I caught his scent," the female said. "I have more pressing problems than taking this hatchling of yours under my wing, RuSturak. He is barely a dozen seasons old. What moved you to bring him on this journey?"
"He sought me out, Karuna. Same as your drakes. He chose to be here with me. You have no idea what this young dragon has been through. Of the pain he endured at the claws of his own brother. Treat him like one of your own SkyTalons, or I will bare my fangs too."
The female lashed her tail around a couple of times, then got onto her fours, claws clicking on the stone as she walked around her tower. She was clearly not pleased by that proposal.
"And this deal of yours implies what, exactly?"
"Protection for as long as we stay here. Meat to feed our bellies, and clean water to wash away our thirst. I will not ask for a place in the tower, but if you can keep both of us within your walls-"
"Yes, yes. All of those. I already told you I'm not a human to mistreat my own clutch. Bring him forth."
Vrelgor looked back.
"Go," RuSturak nuzzled his side.
"But what if-"
"She won't harm you."
She looked rather fierce though. Taller by a couple of heads, armed with strong limbs tipped with sharper claws than Vrelgor ever saw in a dragon before. Her tail was long, capable of swiping him off his feet with a single lash, and those big, scary teeth...those scared him the most.
"Well? Are you going to greet me or stare?"
Vrelgor shuddered. Fear distorted his image of this dragon. He blinked a few times to clear his head, then approached her bit by bit. She was just a dragon. A bigger, more impressive dragon that could hurt him just the way Krelgor did before. He slowly extended neck to reach for the fine scales of her snout. A puff of warm breath fell upon his snout as the female snorted with impatience. Her own snout darted forth to rub on either side of Vrelgor's head. Her scales were delightfully warm, just like her scent. That cold, pestering fear melted under the female's soft, rumbling growl, replaced by something much more pleasant. Vrelgor pressed his nose into her neck, sniffing, licking, though he only managed that for a fleeting moment before the black dragoness pulled back from his needy snout.
"Pleased now?" her velvety wing slid above Vrelgor's head as she walked back towards RuSturak. The blue dragon's nostrils flared to take in all the scents, sharper, warmer, better. As the female's heavy haunch passed by his snout, Vrelgor's nostrils trembled. He managed to draw in her scent, a nectar so sweet it almost made him moan his desire.
"Careful," the female steadied his hind legs with the help of her tail. "Don't want RuSturak to blame me for tripping your unsteady paws.'
"You did worse things, Karuna."
"If only you knew..."
Vrelgor looked back to see the two dragons laying flat on their bellies. RuSturak was closer than he'd ever been to a female. His golden tail entwined with her black one, snout drifting towards her neck. The female did nothing to stop him. She exposed herself to his touch, her broad wing falling over his back to shield him protectively. She liked him.
And that pained Vrelgor more than he wanted to admit.
"Tell me more about your journey here. What made you come here to my tower?"
"Why don't you ask your caravan leader?" RuSturak teased.
The female playfully grabbed onto his snout, holding RuSturak's paws at bay as he tried to free himself. When the golden dragon jerked his head back, the female's tongue replaced her teeth, a warm sight that made Vrelgor's blood heat with unreasonable amounts of envy.
"I prefer the word of my own kin over the growls of a lizard."
"I growled when you grabbed me."
"Not loud enough, my golden scaled hatchling."
"I don't recall coming out of you," RuSturak teased, while the female continued with her enticing licks.
"I have my own terms for property. Every dragon that finds itself under my wing is my hatchling."
"What happens when you take it off?"
"Do you want me to?"
"No," RuSturak growled softly. "Keep it. You will make a wonderful mother when the proper time comes."
The two dragons stared at each other, their pupils wider than usual, snouts moist from the warm air cascading out of their maws.
"Soon," the female broke the silence. "Have you fulfilled your duty to the kin?"
"More times than I can count."
"Who are the lucky consorts?"
"My maw most of the time. My paws when I'm feeling particularly frisky. And when a dragon graces my cave as it usually happens, I mate with them. This young blue has been my latest acquisition."
The female didn't even look at Vrelgor. "So I can expect what? A dozen of sun-scaled oafs flying the land in search of their own mates?"
"None."
The female's eyes narrowed with confusion. "None? But-"
"I only mated with males, Karuna. I raised my tail for them, took their bare members inside my maw when the desire to spill blanketed their senses, and swallowed their fertile seed faster than even a female like you can."
"You've...never been inside one?"
"Never," RuSturak said with conviction. "The opportunity arouse a couple of times. I just like males more, though that doesn't stop me from cleaning your fine scales. Your paws are rather dirty."
The female turned one of her front paws to allow the persistent male clear access between her four curling fingers.
"Your choice is your own, RuSturak. I never claim to know better than any other dragon, yet I feel..."
RuSturak paused his grooming.
"Nothing," the black female nudged him to continue. "Keep that tongue moving. I want all my claws cleaned...and maybe after you finish, we can find better places to groom."
Like her soaked vent. The entire tower was practically filled with her sweet haze. Any male would have issues keeping his gender inside. Vrelgor felt his tip poking out, and he knew RuSturak must have been equally afflicted. He could only imagine how big he was, how hard he throbbed beneath his belly. Wet. Musky. Ready to spill his seed. That thought almost made Vrelgor throb all the harder.
"One of your drakes should lead the caravan. Preferably one with claws that match yours," RuSturak trailed his tongue alone one of them, going towards the tip, then coming back until his saliva soaked into the female's frayed foot scales.
"Avgarhar is a seasoned fighter. He knows how to deal with danger better than most of my dragons."
"We can fly. Swoop down upon our prey before they even know it."
"And die all the same at the blade of a runemage," the female growled back. "Most of these drakes hatched within these walls, RuSturak. Water and prey were the only things they ever carried. It is my duty to keep them safe from danger."
"Not from themselves," RuSturak moved along her wing, licking the soft membrane on his way to the female's flank. "They will want to find partners of their own. A male to keep them warm in the night...or a female to carry on their legacy."
Karuna growled, a bit louder than she ever did before. Her wing lifted further above RuSturak's head, the broad claws of her hindpaw pushing against RuSturak's golden scales as the female exposed her belly to him. With her other wing splayed along the stone and her neck curled towards the back of her body, the female stared at RuSturak, her four limbs held in such a way that a dragon would have no troubles grooming the entirety of her belly...or that special place that lay towards the end of her tail.
Vrelgor's breath caught in his throat. He saw it. He saw the glistening sheen that coated her delicate flesh. He smelled the bounty of scents that arose from the depths of her passage, a tunnel so wet it squelched with the faintest of sounds.
RuSturak too gazed at what lay within the reach of his snout. He just had to push his nose in, claim the female in the way nature intended for his kin. When he took a few deep whiffs of her scent, Vrelgor tensed with erratic jealousy. RuSturak was his mate. His protector. His lover. And though he couldn't fault him for collapsing under the assault of this irresistible scent, Vrelgor felt the urge to just flap his wings, jump between them, and claim RuSturak as his own as he should have done a long time ago.
That's what he wanted to do. Instead, he just remained stuck to the stone with his rebellious member halfway unsheathed, throbbing in the same manner as his heated blood as RuSturak approached the female's gender, his nostrils hard at work at inhaling her pleasant aroma. He was close now. Practically hovering above that nest of exposed flesh.
And just when Vrelgor thought his mate was going to give in to his instincts, RuSturak poked his tongue out and wrapped it around one of the female's graceful hind toes.
"Grarrrr," she curled all her paws at the same time, grabbing onto RuSturak's snout with her hind. "You truly have a tongue as warm as your scales, golden one. I want it everywhere. On my wings, on my tail, on my neck...everywhere."
RuSturak complied with her request as soon as he was freed. He cleaned her toes with practiced strokes all the way to the claw tips, then went to her neck to bathe the female like a mother caring for her hatchling.
The tower rumbled with their twin growls. Karuna's, mellow and deep, mixed with RuSturak's vocal enjoyment as he stroke with his tongue or nuzzled with the tip of his snout to remove the bits of sand trapped between the female's dark scales. He enjoyed her wings a great deal. They both did, as the membrane was the only place where a dragon could feel the warmth of the wind, the softness of a touch, or the silky feel of a tongue.
Aside from their gender, of course. RuSturak cleaned the inside of her flanks as best as he could, yet even a dragon as mighty as him couldn't keep his eyes from darting towards a most particular area of a female's anatomy. First, he looked. Then, as he slid his tongue over the female's tail, he paired fugitive glances with drawn out sniffs every time he felt himself drawn to her exposed genitals. The golden dragon reached halfway through to the tip before a long, trembling growl exploded from his parted maw.
Vrelgor's claws drew lines along the stone as his beloved mate pushed his snout into the most exposed, most sensitive part of any dragon. Karuna's wings went around him, claws curling hard towards the pads of her paws as she let her own, all-consuming growl. RuSturak flicked his tongue over her lips to clean all that gooey mess that gathered upon the exposed flesh, and the female trembled and snarled, weakened by the animalistic strokes of the bronze dragon's tongue.
"Rarrrrhhh....arrrrhhh," RuSturak growled between each messy lick that pulled the translucent fluid into his maw.
Karuna spread her legs further, widening her vent, inviting her dragon deeper within. But for a moment, RuSturak's attention wavered. He looked at Vrelgor with a confused, lust-addled look inside his eyes. Did he really want this? Or was it all the product of his instincts?
"Arrrrr," the female's claws slid along the golden dragon's scales. She snapped at the air, snout pointed towards her fleshy vent. She wanted more. A lot more.
And RuSturak pushed his tongue into her fleshy depths to draw out a proper roar from her throat. The female slammed her horned head into the ground. The first lick must have felt like trickling fire, for she trembled from every joint of her body. RuSturak didn't stop there. He licked, again and again, splattering his tongue through the female's fleshy passage, stretching her as wide as his tongue allowed to reach the nectar hiding within.
It was a bitter, strangely erotic sight for Vrelgor, who lowered himself into half a crouch to better observe this grooming process. RuSturak feasted like a beast. There was no order to his licks. No aim. He pushed his snout against the female's flesh, pressing his trembling teeth against it. Though it seemed risky to bring something so sharp close to such a sensitive area, RuSturak never intended to grab. He just kept a steady amount of pressure on the muscles so that his tongue could scoop in the fertile taste of female essence.
And how he licked! He thrust that tongue through like a battering ram, often going halfway inside before he pulled out in a messy display of thick fluids mixed with strands of saliva. He took Karuna in the same way he mated. It was no surprise that Karuna surrendered so fast to her bliss. Her tail rushed around the nearest limb to coil like a serpent while the rest of her body stretched like a stick on the verge of breaking.
RuSturak licked, licked, licked. He sensed the approach of her peak. Tasted it. With ravenous gusto, he pushed and feasted on the female's gender until Karuna's maw crackled with her climactic roar. The first squirt shoot so hard it forced RuSturak back. The golden dragon shook his head, pupils wide, jaws trembling with arousal. Karuna squirted twice, and thrice, the rich fluid coating her dark scales with a blanket of mesmerizing heat. RuSturak took a deep whiff, quickly licked his dripping snout, then pushed back against Karuna's flesh to lap at her liquid heat even faster than he did before.
To Vrelgor, the sight of that hungry maw drawing in the gooey nectar, the overly sweet smell filling the tower, and the sight of RuSturak's angry member bobbing against his belly was more than arousing. He clamped his maw shut, then loosened a long, needy growl, hind legs buckling with the urge to thrust his own aroused member into something as warm as the female's clamping muscles.
Karuna spasmed for a dozen or so squirts before her climax ended. Her panting head lay flat against the ground, drawing in generous amounts of air now that her limbs started to finally relax.
"Arrrhhh..." she licked her maw, then peeked at RuSturak. "I didn't expect you to...not after..."
The gold dragon's chin dribbled with female arousal. He licked Karuna's trembling flesh a few more times to clean her bothersome fluids, then pulled back, painfully aware of his own untended erection.
"I can return the favor if you want me to."
"No. I want my mate to do it."
Vrelgor stumbled when the female's eyes fell upon him.
"Grawwr, he's just as hard as you are! Come closer, little drake. I promise I won't bite too hard."
RuSturak growled at that, but the female grabbed him with her paws.
"A mere jest," the female said. "Come. Lay with me. Your wings must be stiff as stone after all that stretching."
"I can tend them on my own. There's no need to-"
Karuna tightened her clutch. "I'll grab them just like I did last time, and the entire tower will tremble with your roars. Don't fight back when the odds are settled against you."
** ***End of chapter 28*****
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