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The Initiation

Atop the highest mountain in the Kingdom of Resha stood a keep of great renown. The white-polished walls of the fabled building had been carved out of the same cliffside it had been erected upon.

On a clear day... when the clouds dispersed overhead, one could make out the sight of the Grey Keep from the plains below. It was considered to be impenetrable, as no foot soldier could ever hope of climbing the sheer heights. However, the Grey Keep was not considered to be the kingdom's last defense. Instead, it was regarded as Resha's first response.

There were no paths on foot leading to the Grey Keep; no stairs or transportation runes. The only way to reach the lonesome towers… Were by flight.

Dragons, to be exact. The Grey Keep was now home to the beasts of legend. Their kind had been persecuted for centuries, sought after the rich and powerful alike for their exotic regents. A single drop of dragon's blood was worth more to a mage than their entire library… And as such… Their numbers had dwindled.

The Kingdom of Resha was first to outlaw the persecution of dragons, and in return for their shelter, the great beasts offered their service to the honorable nation. For the first time, dragons found themselves working side by side with the creatures of the realm. The Grey Keep was their roost, and from it they would strive to maintain peace throughout the kingdom below.

Dragon… And rider. Partners; acting as one. Bards began to take their quills to paper; writing songs of bond and the strength of kinship. The Kingdom of Resha flourished into a Golden Age, and both dragons and riders alike were held in the highest of regard.

Looking back on the history laid out before him, Arac couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He too, had spent his childhood staring up at the Grey Keep. On the clearest of days, he could see both dragon and rider… Soaring through the sky with such ease. Ever since then, he'd sworn to see the Grey Keep up close; to walk through its halls… To speak with a dragon.

His opportunity came sooner than he'd expected. His family's produce was often purchased by the Grey Keep, and when the knights came to fetch their shipments… They did so atop their dragons.

The beasts of legend were smaller than he'd expected. They were only twice the size of the rider's they worked with, and that realization shocked Arac. The one that landed in front of him had thick, ribbed horns; his scales as black as the night sky above. He hurriedly helped the rider load up the food, too bashful to say more than a few words to the heroic duo.

It was moments like these that led to Arac's ascent up the mountain. His brief talks with both dragon and rider were monthly. A comfort built between him and the knights he had grown up admiring… But nothing could have prepared Arac for the opportunity he'd dreamed of.

“Y'know, we're lookin' for initiates." The rider had said, helping Arac load up the produce onto the back of the black-scaled beast. “You ever thought about trying out?"

Arac, in all his admiration, had never even heard that there were try-outs. The young man stammered out a response, causing the dragon next to him to chuckle deeply.

“Come now, Vahn. He's only just a kid." The dragon rumbled, a crooked smile on his face. Those teeth… Arac can still remember the rush of excitement that ran down his spine when he saw that grin.

Arac agreed. Right then and there. He asked Vahn as many questions as he could, and each year that passed he trained. And trained. And trained.

On his eighteenth birthday, he would need both a rider and a dragon's invitation to the Grey Keep. Each month, he made sure to learn more and more about Vahn and his partner, Reth.

The trial of initiates was simple. There was only enough room for initiates as there were dragons in need of partners. The dragons would simply sit… And watch. Many beasts would turn away all of the proposed initiates. It was considered rare for a dragon to connect with an outsider, and Arac knew his chances were slim.

But still, he clung onto the fact that he had a chance. Even if his odds weren't great, that never stopped Arac from trying to increase his likelihood of becoming a rider. He trained through the earliest hours of the morning and would spend whatever coin he earned on tales from passing bards. There were always new stories coming from the Grey Keep… Tales of heroism and bravery.

At night, Arac would hug his pillow and play back the stories in his head. In the fields, he'd find himself lost in the daydreams of his initiation-to-be. His parents, always supportive of him, kept his spirits high.

Arac could still remember how nervous he was the month before his initiation. He paced nervously around the produce his farm had raised as he waited at Vahn and Reth's usual landing zone. When the mighty dragon landed down in front of him, his rider quickly dismounted and ran towards Arac. The young man was surprised to be met with open arms. The hug was… Everything Arac had ever wanted.

“You're in, kid. I'm sure one of the runts'll at least get a kick out of you." Reth snorted from behind, tail flicking impatiently.

His chance… His dreams! They were happening. After all this time, they were finally coming true.

So too, were they happening for another kindred spirit. High atop the mountain, and deep within the Grey Keep, a dragon padded nervously throughout his den. Soon… Soon. After all the years he'd been kept locked up in this 'sanctuary', he'd have his rider… His ticket out.

In that moment… Even before their years spent in each other's company… Arac and Arrum had already begun their bond. The power of kinship is a mysterious one… One which transcends all known laws of magic.

Even before Arac had met the eyes of Arrum… Before a single word had been spoken to one another, the threads of their lives had already begun to weave together. Such a bond is... indescribable and illogical. In that sense, the dragon did not know why he chose Arac… For there truly was no decision to be made. The bond had already begun to stitch, and in the years that followed both dragon and rider would weave the most beautiful 'tapestry' the Grey Keep had ever witnessed.

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The Excellence

Throughout all of the Grey Keep's history, no two partners had as strong a bond as Arac and Arrum. What they lacked in experience they made up for in trust. Other rider's swore that they saw the two knight's walking down the hall, their feet perfectly in sync with one another. While such accusations were obviously blown out of proportion, the heart of the tall tails were still grounded in reality.

Arac and Arrum were perfectly synchronized with one another. The two were vastly different beings, yet they shared one important trait:

They weren't afraid of being open with the other.

Arac, the lean muscled rider, was kind and patient with others. His gentle smile and polite demeanor often softened the blows of some of his more blunt and unfiltered opinions. Vahn, the rider who helped mentor Arac, once described him as 'surprisingly inoffensive'.

Arrum was quite the opposite. The sleek and powerful dragon was much like his brethren; selfish and standoff-ish. Arrum had no reservations in withholding his own perspective, yet beneath the cocky grin was a much more sinister and conniving mind. The dragon always chose his words carefully, and prided himself on his persuasiveness.

They were opposites in nature, yet the two lived their lives as one. Like many who swore partnership within the Grey Keep, they followed a single code of ethics: “Act alongside your partner as one."

In the sky, many decisions could not be delegated. The two would have to work as one to excel. When a rider unclasped his harness and curled himself around a dragon's hind leg to prepare for a skim-flight pickup, neither party could doubt the other's motions.

Arrum and Arac's constant desire to act as one meant that almost every portion of their lives were shared. Not only did they fly as one unit… they ate together… slept together. When one of their names was called, both of their heads would turn. As such, their names almost became interchangeable with one another… Some rider's almost completely forgetting which name belonged to which partner. The two kept nothing secret from the other, and by doing so… helped forge a kinship that was nigh-unbreakable.

To an outside observer, Arrum and Arac were a shining example of the best and brightest the Grey Keep had to offer. The two always reached an agreement, and their performance-review scores were leagues above others in almost every category. As such, they were not only admired by the citizens of Resha, but by their fellow knights as well.

Arrum was quite proud of this achievement. The pride that welled within the dragon on a day to day basis was, in his eyes, well deserved. They'd worked hard to earn their titles…

But Arac was plagued with doubt. The entire Keep's eyes were trained on them due to their success. The human worried about such prying eyes… And what they might see.

The bond that these two mortals shared was stronger than any other in the organization for one very obvious reason. To the two involved, it was almost brazenly obvious… Yet the entire Keep seemed unaware of just how close the two had become.

Neither male enticed the other into their relationship, for it was never an act of seduction. For Arrum and Arac, their closeness was merely the next step in their bond. When Arac laid his head next to Arrum each night, he began to see the more… 'intimate' natures of a dragon's groomings. Each night, Arac would choose to stay in the dragon's den and watch the great beast tend to himself. Soon enough, Arrum found himself helping groom the human as if he were a packmate… And then… The rest was history.

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The Penultimate

Arac woke with a start one night, his head jerking up in surprise at the sensation coming from his groin. Hot and ragged breath brushed up against his saliva-slickened arousal, his dragon's maw wrapped around the base of his hips.

“Arrum." Arac grunted, wincing as he felt the great beast's tongue wrap around his shaft and squeeze tightly. “This isn't the time."

Arrum knew Arac well enough to know that the human was feigning his pleas. No doubt the human was still worried about another dragon walking into his den. After all, Reth had almost caught them mere weeks ago in a bout of rather intense… 'bonding'.

Instead of pulling away, Arrum just let out a deep and low growl, his tongue wrapping tighter around Arac's cock. The human was already close… He could taste the pre in his maw. Arrum couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he was reminded of how fragile his rider truly was. All he had to do was wrap his tongue even tighter around him, and then...

“A-Arrum!" Arac cried out, his back arching as his hips began to rock into the draconic muzzle pinning him down. Arrum just stared into Arac's eyes as the human slowly came down from his orgasm, only bothering to swallow the pathetic load once the man's spasms had subsided.

“You're not eating enough fruit." Arrum growled, raising himself from the floor and taking a few steps over Arac. The human gasped as he tried to catch his breath, a wet tongue lapping at his cheek.

“Arrum! W-We can't keep-" Arac's words are cut off as the heavy dragon suddenly fell atop him. The dragon knew fully well just how much of his weight the human could take… But it was still fun to watch Arac catch his breath.

“You look like you've got a bit of altitude sickness, rider." Arrum cooed, nudging the coughing human with his muzzle as he spoke. “Is something the matter?"

The question had been taught to them in their years spent training. It had become something of an inside joke to the two. Asking the other a question like that... even after they already knew each other by heart.

The dragon's cockiness quickly dispersed when he felt a pair of rogue hands suddenly slide down his belly and grip at the draconic member pressed between them. The shaft leaked a heavy glob of seed on the rider beneath as he let out a long growl of delight.

“Arrum," Arac began, his voice hushed. “If the others knew what we were doing… We'd surely be exiled."

A life outside of the Keep was a life without protection. Rogue mages would stake their entire careers on capturing Arrum… Or worse.

“I won't let that happen to you, Arrum. I… I won't." Arac pleaded, staring deeply into the dragon's eyes.

The dragon just grinned. As true as Arac's words were, he could still feel the human's hands slipping up and down his draconic length. The human wanted to think they could quit this, but Arrum? Arrum would rather die than give Arac up.

“If… If I were a human, then this wouldn't be an issue, correct?" Arrum grunted, his words faltering whenever his rider's fingers move across his shaft just so.

“I suppose so." Arac pondered, thinking about what his dragon would look like as a human. “And if I were a dragon, then-"

The dragon suddenly pressed his muzzle against Arac's lips, his thick tongue spreading the man's mouth open and curling inside. Their kiss was filled with need; a desire to please the other overflowing from either male. Greedy hands squeezed around the dragon's thick and ridged shaft as Arac worked over his partner's length… The sound of deep growling filling the air. The dragon's wings flapped lazily in the air, slowly picking up speed as his need began to mount.

The moments that followed this were quite similar to the ones they had shared in the past. Arrum would coat him… painting his human with draconic seed. It would always fill Arrum with such pride to see his rider so irreversibly drenched in his scent. Then… He would clean him. The grooming would take at least an hour, the two touching and exploring the bodies they had spent years shaping and learning… together.

A bond as powerful and transcendent as theirs was… Rare. It's foundation went beyond any known laws of magic. Their lives truly were woven tightly together, their bond inseparable. Such a connection was illogical, and yet… The 'tapestry' these two continued to weave had barely even begun. The events that followed were forged out of an intense sensation of togetherness that no two beings had witnessed in centuries, and like always… It was a choice made without any real decision behind it.

The two wanted to be closer. They willed their future into existence… And their fates would forever be changed for it.

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The Tapestry

They kissed once more before saying their farewells. Yesterday's training had been hard on Arac, and as such Arrum decided to leave the rider to his sleep for a few more minutes. The two always ended their mornings by dipping into the bathing pools. The large open chambers were built for the use of dragons to clean themselves of both fatigue and battle alike. Large aqueducts of water constantly poured into the expansive pool; its cleansing blue liquids slowly being recycled for later use.

Arrum landed, his momentum propelling him through the shallows of the pool. Water splashed around him as he finally came to a stop, his throat letting out a hearty rumble as the healing waters began to calm his aching muscles.

The great beast quickly dipped his head beneath the surface of the pool, his horns tapping against the smooth stone beneath him before pulling himself upright once more. Beads of water trickled down his scaled hide, causing his vision to blur. Arrum blinked, bringing a forepaw up to his face to wipe at his eyes.

“Careful now, Arrum." A familiar voice spoke. “That was an awfully human thing of you to do."

Arrum turned to see Reth, the black dragon responsible for Arac's initiation all those years ago. There was an unspoken respect between the two beasts, one which neither would admit to the other.

“If you keep that up, you might start walking on two legs." Reth chuckled, a grin slipping across the dragon's face.

The black dragon turned slowly to face away from Arrum, his legs wading through the water as he lowered his head to it's surface. As he bowed, the beast's rear raised into the air, his tail hiking even higher for Arrum.

Reth was much older than Arrum. The dragon's greeting had been one of senior-to-pupil. Arrum quickly moved through the pool towards the dragon, his nostrils flaring as he pressed his nose up against Reth's rear.

The process of grooming was never one made alone… Not when company was present. Arrum would serve his mentor first, helping to clean the dragon's more… 'hard to reach' areas. Arrum reached a scaled paw up to the black dragon's groin and pressed a wet claw into the dragon's slit. He could see the beast's balls stiffen in reaction...

The younger dragon could already tell that the beast had been thoroughly cleaned by another. The gesture had been one of courtesy then. No doubt Reth had offered this in a gesture to help with Arrum's own bathing.

With that in mind, Arrum let his tongue drag a few times along Reth's rump before turning away. He closed his eyes as he let his rear hike into the air.

Drip.

Arrum opened his eyes in surprise as he felt a bead of spent cum roll out of his slit and into the pool. It was too late to pull away, Reth's paw curling around Arrum's hefty sac… A wet claw sliding deep within his slit.

“Ah, I see you had fun." Reth growled, a smirk in his voice as he let his paw tease at the dragon's groin.

“Yes. I did." Arrum smirked, hiking his tail even higher as he felt the dragon's other paw begin to toy with his tailhole. The clawed digit sunk into him with ease, releasing a grunt of acknowledgement from Arrum.

“Of course you did." Reth muttered to himself, his tongue flicking out of his mouth in a jestful manner as he tasted at the air. “I can still smell him on you."

Arrum's eyes went wide as he slowly pulled himself away from the older beast. He turned, water rippling as he quickly changed the expression on his face from astonishment to one of collectedness.

“Then you know just how much I care about him." Arrum growled, his wings raising into the air above him as he tried to make himself look as imposing as possible.

“Oh, stop posturing, Arrum." The larger dragon scoffed, nudging his pack mate dismissively. “If we had wanted to, we would've already told our riders about your… coupling. Of course, we knew they wouldn't understand."

Arrum hesitated, his wings slowly curling down around his side as he stared at Reth in shock. “B-But why not? We're…"

“You're, what? Bonding?" Reth asked, scoffing as he rolled his eyes at the younger dragon. “While some of us may think your practices are a bit… strange… It is also clearly showing results."

“There is nothing strange about sharing your life with your partner. We act as one. In everything." Arrum stated, taking a bold step towards the dragon.

“True… But at the end of the day you're still letting a human breed you." The black dragon chuckled, his deep laughter igniting an almost overwhelming instinct within the dragon before him. Reth was… Questioning his bond. That couldn't be allowed.

“He's not 'just' a human!" Arrum roared, his wings sending the pool's waters splashing. “He's Arac! My rider!"

The bitter dragon turned suddenly, his tail lashing against the water in an effort to splash Reth. Arrum did not bother to turn back towards his mentor as he slowly strutted out of the bathing grounds.

“You're right." Reth muttered. The older dragon cleared his throat as he stretched out his wingspan. “That was… Callous of me. Arac is far more than that."

Arrum didn't bother giving Reth's words any more thought than he already had. The freshly bathed dragon simply shook the water off his form, his mind already drifting back to his rider. Arac deserved to know this news… And he deserved to hear it as soon as Arrum could muster.

“He sleeps in caves and eats his meals on the floor next to you." Reth scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “The man even bathes in our pools. He might look human, but beneath Arac's skin… there might as well be a dragon."

Arrum lept into the air, letting his short ride through the crisp mountain sky shake off the rest of the water that still clung to his hide. His thoughts burned with humiliation. It was as if Reth's comments had ignited something primal within him… An unquenchable desire to return to his partner. His rider.

Before the dragon had even landed, he could feel it. He could feel Arac. He didn't know how... but he could. Anxious. Confused…

Needy.

Arac laid sprawled out across their bedding, his face frozen in a look of shock. For some reason he felt incredibly humiliated… Angry?! Just moments ago the rider had been struck by the realization that part of him felt different… And even worse, parts of him felt like they weren't there at all.

His hands still groped at the vacancy above his groin, searching for the signs of the arousal he had felt just minutes ago. Slowly, the rider pressed his digits down over the sensitive flesh, his nails sliding against a slick and narrow entrance.

Arac tried to calm himself… H-His dragon felt close. It was almost as if he could feel his partner rushing to his aid. The rider let out a moan of confusion as he arched his back against the cavern's bedding. A red-hot need spiked through him… A need to be close to his mate.

Arrum tasted the air of the cavern as he bounded towards his partner. Something was different… More powerful. A burning need began to fill him as he turned the corner, his eyes settling across the form of Arac.

The confusion that the dragon felt at seeing his mate yank a clawed finger out from his scaled groin sent his head spinning. This confusion was almost completely stifled by the arousal he felt emanating from the needful rider before him. Their emotions battled as Arrum slowly made his way towards Arac, wings folding behind him. The human couldn't even speak, the veins on his neck straining as he shuddered and gasped.

Arrum's nostrils flared. He could smell his mate's arousal. It clung to his senses, almost completely drowning the great beast's senses in a heavy fog of desire. He watched as Arac's balls shuddered, then plumped… rounding before his very eyes. The now-scaled fingers that dug into the human's groin shakily pulled out, cum rolling down his bulking palms as he reached out towards Arrum.

“W-What?!" Arac gasped aloud, his eyes trained on his dragon as he spoke. Even through the human's words had failed him, Arrum knew fully well what his rider had been trying to ask.

“I don't know." Arrum dropped to the floor with a heavy thud, his tail curling against his side as he stared intently at the changing male. “But you're going to be fine. I'll make sure of that."

The dragon slowly pressed forward, his muzzle guiding his rider's hands out of his way. Arac held onto the dragon's horns as he tried to pull himself upwards. The rider's advance was halted as he let out a deep moan, Arrum's tongue curling out of his mouth and digging into Arac's slit.

The thick tongue swirled along the cum-slick depths of Arac's body, the dragon's ministrations quickly focusing on something within. The corner of Arrum's mouth curled into a smile as his tongue slowly wrapped around the human's shaft. He could already feel the changes happening within Arac, the human's cock now slick and ridged.

Spent cum continued to push out of the clenching slit, drooling down the dragon's muzzle before dripping onto the cave floor. The sensations that coursed through Arac were strange and… All-too wonderful. The legs that had been slung over his dragon's back felt alien, the muscles in his thighs trembling and seizing in desire... That damned desire…

The rider arched his back even more, the ridges along his spine jutting further out as he cried out in frustration. The tongue that wrapped around Arac's shaft tugged and caressed at his maleness, slowly coaxing it out into the open air. He panted as he stared at Arrum, the dragon's muzzle now delicately wrapped around a thick bestial cock.

His cock.

The dragon above him growled in satisfaction at the sight of his partner's shaft. Any dragon would have been honored to have such an impressive tool. He paused for a moment, blinking. Even more impressive than his? Arrum chuckled to himself at that, his throat sending vibrations through Arac's groin. The dragon couldn't care in the slightest who was bigger… Not when it came to his rider.

After all, it was Arrum who had the pleasure of servicing such a beast.

With that thought, Arrum went back to work. His head bobbed as he let out another throaty growl, his eyes fixating on the scales that now ran down Arac's thighs. He was changing… Thickening. The male's hips had widened significantly. Powerful muscles clenched around either side of Arrum's head as his rider bucked into him. Still, Arac gripped onto his dragon's horns, his arms spasming and bulking as he held himself upright. There was a look of strained bliss on the rider's face as he watched his feet bob in the air above his mate. His toes had plumped in size, the arch of his feet stretched outwards as he wiggled his thick claws in the air. The scales that crawled down his legs terrified a part of Arac. And yet…

He couldn't help but admire how well they complimented Arrum's.

A foreign and throaty growl rolled out of Arac's throat as he felt his dragon slowly pull of his cock. Arrum strained to open his jaw as widely as he could before popping off of his the shaft. The ridged cock pulsed in the air between them as Arrum slowly helped his rider down to the floor. Arac trembled as he let his hips buck pitifully into the air, his hands still gripping Arrum's horns with a desperate passion.

“Arac." Arrum began, his voice barely a whisper. “Let go of the horns."

He spoke as gently as he could, the dragon's own paws reaching up to help peel Arac's hands away. A spike of nerves and doubt filled Arrum's mind, and the dragon instantly recognized it as Arac's own emotions.

“Oh, Arac." Arrum cooed, slowly moving over his trembling mate. “I'm not going anywhere."

A bout of relief washed over Arrum, causing both to shudder in anticipation. Arrum chuckled as he stared at the changing man beneath him. The human's clawed hands groped desperately at his own shaft. He growled lowly as he let his fingers roll across the alien bumps and ridges that adorned its length.

Arrum's smile was cut short as he felt his own back suddenly spasm, his wings spreading as a strange sensation of vertigo overtook him. The dragon stumbled in a desperate attempt to keep himself upright, his eyes opening wide as he felt his body… bulge. The dragon's forepaws dug into the bedding as he watched the digits slowly elongate. The beast's shoulders squared suddenly, his chest jutting outwards as his bulk began to readjust itself.

Both dragon and rider stared in disbelief as they watched his muscles swell into two distinct mounds atop his torso. While the muscle mass was ridiculously proportioned… the two could immediately identify the flexing, scaled pecs.

It… The changes weren't one-sided. The thought shook Arrum to his core. His expansive chest rumbled as he brought his popping and cracking hand to cup at a pec. He turned away from his own back to turn his attention to the man beneath him, eyes wide.

If Arac hadn't been changing for so long, the male might've had the mental fortitude to ask his dragon what was happening to them. Their emotions, however, were now constantly being conveyed to the other. Their unanimous confusion stifled any questions that could have arisen. Each knew that the other was clueless… But they also knew something else.

They were horny.

Intimacy is most-easily expressed through touch. Their love for one another was unspoken, yet never neglected. The two had spent the better years of their lives making that intimacy known. They had touched and embraced one another since the day they had met… And they weren't about to stop now.

Arrum brought his hand back down to stroke along his rider's face. The human was gasping, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Ragged breaths and growls filled the air as the two looked each other up and down. It was almost as if Arrum's top half now mirrored Arac, whilst the human's lower half reflected his dragon. The scales seemed to stop at Arac's waist, his thick hips pushed slightly into the air by the large tail that'd stretched out from his spine.

Drip.

A single drop of pre had beaded off of Arrum's cock and now rolled down the turgid shaft beneath him. Arrum fumbled to hold himself upright as he crawled forward on his hands, his tail raising high into the air. The dragon's asshole was already clenching in anticipation. The two didn't need to hear the other say it aloud.

They needed to breed.

The dragon's ass slowly lowered down over the pointed cock, his cheeks slowly parted by his mate. The two stared at one another as they grunted, a snarl of delight erupting from Arrum as the man beneath him suddenly bucked against him. The head of the draconic shaft slipped within him… ridge after ridge sinking deeper… deeper. A whine of need bubbled up from within Arac as he felt half of his length sink into Arrum. He knew that he was bigger… That he could hurt his partner. B-But he wanted it. His hips bucked slightly as his mind burned with desire. H-He wanted to hump and rut s-so badly. H-He…

“Arac." Arrum growled, steadying himself atop his rider as he leaned down and caressed the man's face. “Do it."

With shaky hands, the human reached out to stroke his partner's hind legs. His claws pressed against the thick scales as he gripped Arrum, a shudder of respect rolling through them.

“T-Thank you!" Arac roared, his hips slamming up against his mate. The force of the thrust caught both of them off guard, Arrum's asshole thrumming as the ridges slid quickly inside him. The dragon fell forward atop his rider, his ass quickly enveloping the entire length of his rider.

The sudden jolt made Arrum roar, wings spreading wide. He flapped his expansive wings multiple times as he slowly began pulling himself off Arac. Adrenaline coursed through both men, their loins throbbing with an intensity neither had ever experienced.

Arrum had taken so much so fast… His legs trembled beneath him as he felt himself almost pull off completely. His ring squeezed tightly around the tapered head, his eyes wide. The sensation… To have his rider enter him at such a force…

He wanted to do it again.

The two roared in unison as Arrum let himself collapse down atop his mate once more. His shoulders hunched over as he flapped his wings even harder, back arching as he pulled his ass into the air for a second time.

SLAM. Their hips met sharply. Arac felt his balls slap against the dragon's ass as he ground against Arrum. He wanted to say something to the dragon above him… To tell him to go faster… To fuck him harder. All the rider could do was growl and flex his cock, his tongue spilling out of his mouth as he continued to pant.

That was all Arrum needed to hear. The great beast raised himself over and over, his powerful haunches pistoning up and down over the fat cock pinned beneath him. The sound of their copulation filled the room, their tails thrashing about as they clawed at their bedding. They were in heat... Mated… Their bodies desperate to further their bond.

If Reth walked in on them? Let him watch. If Vahn poked his head in their cave? They'd show him just how powerful their kinship really was.

They'd show them all.

Arrum slammed down once more as he came, his balls seizing as a huge jettison of cum splattered against the bottom of Arac's chin. The rider eagerly opened his mouth, bestial tongue swirling to collect what he had missed as another spurt landed on the thick organ.

He swallowed the load as he came, Arrum's wonderful passageway still thrumming up and down… Up and down. Arac's clawed feet curled as he felt his seed begin to leak free, spurting from his mates rear to splatter over their tails. Arac let his own new appendage lift into the air and slam back down, just as he had seen his dragon do so many times in the past.

The rider stared up at his partner… And in this moment? There were no questions. At this very point in time Arac didn't want to know why there were horns pushing out of his head. He wasn't about to worry about whether or not he could still stand on two legs.

...He didn't need to know why why he could smell a human's arousal from around the corner.

All he needed was Arrum.

His dragon.

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:Cambionsicon: To be continued? ** :Cambionsicon: **

Well met, mortal. This one turned out to be just a little bit longer than expected. What can I say? I liked the thought of two scaled men humping. I'm hoping you did as well, or else you wouldn't have made it this far down. Our human had lived his life like had a dragon for so long... Yet he had never really considered the next step. How could you blame him? It's not everyday someone spreads their legs to find their cock has receded within a dripping slit. At least he isn't going through the changes alone, correct?

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