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Dragons at Dusk; Eggs at Dawn

Rokanoss, the elder dragon of the plains tribe, roared into the encroaching night sky as he woke from his slumber. His home was deep inside a cave that hid atop a singular mountain in the middle of the Untherian savannah with a village lining its base and nary another hill in sight; there, it was cool enough during the day that he could live comfortably without overheating. Plus, the caverns attached to the cave opening was intricate and perfectly carved to suit the elder.

His cave wasn't just a cave, but a palace carved into the peak of the 'dragon's fang' mountain.

Given the region in which he lived coupled with his desire to avoid the sweltering heat of the tropical plains, Rokanoss had adapted to the point where he was nocturnal, sleeping away the days and only coming out at night when the sun was in hiding and he could enjoy the relative peace of solitude.

His mighty roar signaled to his people, a native tribe of biped scales, that the day was over, work was to be finished up, and the only business they were to tend to would be revering him. To be clear, he was no tyrant and didn't rule his people by an iron claw, but this evening marked a very important day to he and his tribe, as they were putting in some of the final preparations needed to please the gryphon ambassador that would be visiting.

The gryphon and dragon tribes had been in conflict for generations, with the great saurossins leading their scaled brethren into combat against the gryphons with their avian and feline warriors. This was so deeply ingrained in the culture of both sides that the very idea of making peace with one another seemed a foreign concept until Ceylon and Rokanoss had mutually risen through the ranks to be the elder of their respective tribes. The two had become friends many years prior and had pledged to put a stop to the petty squabbles at their first opportunity.

Soon thereafter, Rokanoss ascended to the throne of his tribe by taking over the cave in the mountain at the center of his village, ensuring that the dragons had a leader looking for peace. Ceylon, however, had taken a bit longer to be granted the roost - gryphon terminology for throne - due to the fact that her predecessor lived to be far older than anyone had expected.

Within days of Ceylon being crowned the leader of her tribe, she was already putting together the first steps needed to end the conflict between gryphon and dragon kind, and the treaty signing would take place the following morning after a night's worth of partying from the dragon tribes.

The only real problem was that one of the terms of the treaty was that the royal families of the dragons and gryphons had to be unified. The royal gryphon flock - the ruling body of advisers and lawmakers - had written up the treaty in such a way that it was nearly impossible to fulfill, as gryphons and dragons were not cross compatible genetically. Furthermore, Ceylon herself was infertile and unable to lay eggs that could hatch and give birth to gryphon young.

This was done on purpose, for the spiteful flock did not wish to end the conflict despite Ceylon being the ruling burd in that region. What they didn't account for was that Rokanoss and his tribe had, through many years of crossbreeding the sub-species of dragons to one another to create a vast and diverse race, mastered the art of fertility and had even begun potion experimentation designed to allow dragons to crossbreed with non-dragon partners, which was exactly what Ceylon needed to help fulfill the terms of the treaty and show the flock that she cared not for their meddling.

Application of this potion directly to the key areas of Rokanoss' body was the focus of the ritual that was so important that all tribe members were expected to end their day at the Temple of the Shell.

Rokanoss' mighty roar reverberated and echoed throughout his cave as he emerged from the cave, smiling down at his people before leaping off the cliff with his wings wide to catch the wind. He glided his way down to ground level and swopped back until he was able to land atop the peak of the temple that was built into the side of the mountain at ground level. There, he got comfortable as he watched the thousands of dragons from his village slowly file their way into the observing arena.

The sun was still up in the air but was so close to the horizon that half the sky was a dark blue while the other half was slowly fading into orange and yellow. Night was nearly here, and Rokanoss was eagerly awaiting the potion application ritual while standing atop the plateau on the temple. The ritual area was large and open, surrounded on all sides by walls and tall dragon statues each meant to represent the various elders before him, which meant there was plenty of room for hundreds - if not thousands - of observers to his fertility ritual. The rest of the village was a veritable oasis nestled in between the foothills of the mountain and the series of small lakes that made a moat-like ring around it. This layout ensured that not only was the village a hotspot for travelers, but it was chock full of food, marketplaces, merchants, vendors, and a thriving dragon culture that could be shared with any and all.

Rokanoss wanted to share that culture with the gryphon ambassador, but first he needed to prepare himself for her arrival by having two chosen dragons rub the potion into his scales and body, both of which were already waiting next to the perch on which Rokanoss stood. Vel'Gahrus was a normal sized biped dragon, less than two meters tall with purple scales and no wings while Tritus was a slightly larger two toned dark blue dragon with wings. Compared to the elder, they were both about the size of his one leg. The two of them had been tending to the potion all day, waiting for evening.

"Rok! Good evening!" Vel chirped at him as he smiled and patted at the larger dragon's flank.

Tritus laughed and rubbed at the giant cauldron of potion between them while stirring the concoction inside with a massive ladle. The potion itself was a light blue and teal swirl, with red steam billowing up off its surface. "We've been tending to the fertility potion all day, Elder Rokanoss! When shall we apply it?"

"At sundown." He declared. "It will take at least that long for our people to congregate so they can watch, which is an important part of the ritual as I'm sure you know." He laid his massive front talon on Tritus' shoulder as his tail curled around to cradle at Vel's rump. "And once we are prepared for that, we shall go forward with the ritual to greet out new gryphon ally."

Both Tritus and Vel bowed respectfully while stirring at the cauldron to ensure the potion didn't crystallize - a common problem with the fertility enchantments within it.

For nearly half an hour, Rokanoss sat atop the temple with his two biped aides standing tall next to him. They were both much smaller than he was, but that meant that he was protective of them as well as the rest of his scaled people. This was his tribe now and had been for many seasons; he only hoped that Ceylon had the same sort of love and concern for her people, because if the two clans were going to merge and link their villages across the great plains of Untheria, then they needed to be in agreement about the importance of their people.

Once the sun made its way over the horizon and the final sliver of its edge disappeared, Rokanoss got to all fours and roared so mightily that it shook the trees in the distance and silenced his people - all of which were in and around the open arena at the foot of the temple. Once the commotion had completely died down, Rokanoss sat back on his haunches and smiled, happy to be presenting himself to such an eclectic group of dragons full of bipeds, quadrupeds, ones with wings and ones without, scaled and furred types, and dragons of every color.

"Dragons of The Peak! A time of peace is nearly upon us, and on this night we put forth the final preparations needed to uphold the proposed treaty!" Only about half of the audience clapped, for not everyone liked the idea of ending conflict with the dragon's primary competition. Mostly the old ones. The young ones were more interested in a peaceful future than a comfortably traditional present. "And in order to do that, we now pray to the skies that they may bless me with the fertility needed to unify our kinds! Vel'Gahrus! Tritus! Summon the tools to apply the potions, and we shall begin!"

His two aides motioned to the bottom of the temple, where two more dragons were waiting with a series of brushes, cloths, and sponges meant to help with the liberal application of the blue and teal potion. Spike and Tzerin both were quadrupeds, average size, with a focus on orange colors; Spike had black and yellow scales, while Tzerin also had black on him, but had an off-white belly and was covered in fur and feathers. Once they brought up the utensils needed to apply the potion, they bowed.

"And now, my dragon allies, apply the potion!" Rokanoss bellowed as he reared back onto his hind legs, exposing his belly and genital slit. In order to have the potion properly applied, it would need to be vigorously rubbed all over his body or up under his scales where it would best be absorbed through the skin and membranes. In other words, they needed to apply the potion directly on his cock.

Vel was the first to grab a brush and start gently tickling at Rokanoss in an attempt to coax the large dragon's cock from within. The sensual pleasures of the bristles did their job by making the area around the slit pulse and throb for a few beats before parting to reveal the pink inside. He chirped and gave a light dab to further stimulate as Tritus started to get involved.

The darker, winged dragon dipped his hand into the cauldron and cupped some of the potion in his palm before leaning in and rubbing his hand down the massive slit, rubbing at the flesh inside while soaking the ventral scales. He then looked over to Vel and winked before slipping his entire arm into Rokanoss to pull the dragon's cock tip out, an act that made the people who were watching all cheer.

Rokanoss growled and pawed at his belly as he nodded in approval, shifting in place from one hind claw to the other while he tensed his loins and made his cock swell to proper girth. Before the two aides, the elder's member bobbed and drooled precum from the tip that mixed in with the potion to create a bit of a reaction, with the potion sizzling and steaming around the shaft. To this, Rokanoss pushed down at the base of his member to make the entire length of it squish down against the stones that marked the top of the temple, that way Vel and Tritus could have full access to it instead of reach.

Eager to feel its power and firmness, Vel straddled the cock for a moment, both legs over its shaft with his rump sitting on the knot with tail curled around the base. This lasted for mere moments, as he was only doing this to cross over and dip the massive brush in the potion. Once he was off, Tritus grabbed a ladle and poured a bowl from Rokanoss' tip to the knot in one strip, then hopped over while using his thighs to rub the potion in.

A deep growl escaped Rokanoss' lips as some smoke billowed out his nostrils; he was quite happy for the attention he was getting regardless of the responsibilities he had concerning putting the potion and the ritual to good use. The potion itself actually made him a bit more sensitive than usual, so the subtle sensations of Vel's soft scales and even Tritus' slightly rougher scales felt akin to burying himself in the cloaca of a fellow dragon. He even felt his loins stirring up some precum to dribble out the tip, the stream of it making its way down the steps of the temple.

Vel could see that they were already doing a wonderful job, so he pulled the brush from the cauldron and slathered a massive splash of the blue and teal material all over the elder dragon's belly, letting it drip down his ventral scales where Tritus began to rub it into every crevice in Rokanoss' body. The two of them went back and forth, using the brush to 'paint' Rokanoss with potion and stopping only intermittently to press their chests to the dragon's flesh. As a result, all three of them got soaked with the multicolored concoction, and a deep red mist began billowing up between them.

That was all part of the ritual, of course. The potion itself was blended in such a way that it had a swirling color mix of the infused deep blue - much the same as Tritus' colors - as well as the more natural teal that all potions shared at their core, as well as the red mist that came out of it meant to be inhaled. All in all, the potion was blended and enchanted in a way that it would fully permeate the body by being soaked into the scales, absorbed through the flesh of the cock, and inhaled through the lungs.

Which was why Vel and Tritus did so much to vigorously apply it. At first, Vel was focusing on ensuring that every bit of Rokanoss' body was soaked in the potion, slathering it on and letting it drip down over the dragon's scales and pool around them. He brushed at the wings, the arms, the legs, the chest, and literally everywhere else aside from Rokanoss' face, as the potion did not taste great. All the while, Tritus was following suit by using rollers, his hands, and his snout to nuzzle, rub, and massage the potion into his elder as the larger dragon flopped onto his back.

Once the first coat was completely applied, they switched spots and let Vel be the one crawling all over a prone Rokanoss while Tritus used the brushes to apply the potion. The two of them grew increasingly vigorous in their application of their duties as their arousal built within them. It was clear that the potion was also an aphrodisiac, as both Vel and Tritus had felt their groins swell and their cocks enlarge before them as they pressed their hips to Rokanoss' soft belly scales.

Both dragons seemed to be paying close attention to their location, and had deliberately avoided returning to the massive cock before them for the duration of the ritual. They rubbed at Rokanoss' arms, legs, shoulders, wings, neck, and tail, but deliberately avoided his cock and balls until last, for they knew what would happen once his member had absorbed a significant amount of potion. His cock was already huge - nearly as long as either of them were tall and thicker at the knot than they were at the shoulders - so they didn't want to be in the way when that sort of weapon 'went off'.

Or maybe they did. It wasn't immediately evident, as they were being cheeky about avoiding it.

"Is there a reason you're not giving my loins the attention they deserve?" Rokanoss bellowed as he gave himself a squeeze. "That part is the most pertinent for the ritual, you know!"

Tritus grinned and wrapped his arms around the elder's cock and gave it a hug, barely able to touch fingers around the other side. "Sorry about that! We were saving the best for last, you know!"

"We wouldn't dare deny you!" Vel added, doing the same thing from the other side, but with his arms wrapped around the neck between knot and slit. He was also having a hard time touching finger tips around the other side, given how big the member truly was. He gave a nice squeeze with a grin!

All this attention was not only rubbing the potion into his cock, but was also making him growl and buck his hips in such a way that each motion pumped a tiny spurt of precum that showered both of his dragon aides. Before long, he kicked himself up again so he rolled onto all fours, leaving both Vel and Tritus on the ground beneath him, his swollen cock throbbing and spewing mess as they stood by.

"So what now?" Tritus asked as he glanced up at the cock that dangled between he and Vel.

"Keep rubbing, I guess!" Vel responded with aplomb, a wide grin upon his face.

Once again, the two leaned in and started massaging the elder's massive cock, hands pressed up against its shaft and bodies squeezing around it as they attempted to both hug and knead at the same time. They then clasped hands around his girth, squeezing and bouncing up and down to stroke him while also rubbing the potion in as best they could. This was perfect for Rokanoss, as it was both an act of pleasure and utility, as their bodies were acting as a hand of sorts that pleasured him and rubbed it in.

Eager to see what happened next, Vel shifted so that he was right in front of the massive cannon with his arms wrapped around the tip in a tight hug while he nuzzled at the opening. At the same time, Tritus shifted closer to the base where he squeezed once again around the base of the knot. Both of them could feel the steady throbbing pulses of Rokanoss' heartbeats as the blood pumped to the member to make it more firm, the ridges growing more defined, and the veins along its length swelling.

They had very little warning before Rokanoss bucked and knocked Vel onto his rump, the sudden inflation of his knot testing the strength of his grip before growing too big to keep his arms wrapped tight around it. All at once, the pleasure of his climax hit and the first eruption of dragon seed blasted out the tip to soak Vel from head to toe and trickle down over the steps; he reared back as he bucked, head high in a deep, bellowing roar that once again shook the trees of the village, a roar that made almost every villager cheer and bow to him!

His knot pulsed, his cock throbbed, and his balls tensed up to squeeze more and more of his seed all over, turning much of the front of the temple white as a waterfall of his essence cascaded down towards his people. Vel was awkwardly sitting on the steps, licking his lips as Tritus scrambled over to get a taste as well, putting him in the splash zone for the followup ejaculation that coated him as well.

The thin film of potion that coated Rokanoss had slowly disappeared into his scales and flesh as it was finally absorbed, the final spurts of his cum jetting out over the two aides as his cock throbbed and twitched, adding to the deluge of semen. This, however, was only the first half of the ritual.

Once Rokanoss felt his climax slowly subside as the final, stringy mess of seed drew a bridge from his cock tip to the puddle that turned into the waterfall over the temple's steps. All the people had stopped moving or making noise and were all bowing down as they prayed to the gods of the skies to bless their elder with the fertility needed to cure Ceylon of her sterility.

After only a few moments of silent prayed, the thick sheet of white that had burst from the dragon's cock turned into a semi-solid, firming itself against the struggles of the dragons coated in it. The fluid nature of it gave way to that of a slime or an amoeba with a mind of its own, much the same way certain powders turned solid when agitated, except seemingly in control of itself rather than influenced by external factors.

The mess of cum had stopped cascading over the steps to pause for a moment before reversing its flow to head back up to Rokanoss! The bridge of his essence that was still connected to his cock slurped its way back into him followed by the rest, including that which smothered Tritus and Vel! The seed folded over on itself and splashed in waves upward, rolling over both the dragons to trap them in its mass before barreling them up the stairs towards their source.

Rokanoss growled and raised a paw to watch as his seed forced itself back into him, his cock gulping and slurping up while bulges and masses passed up his shaft, the seed acting on its own. He could feel it passing through him, taking a detour through his loins, and depositing itself in his balls where it curled up and compressed, creating visible bulges between his legs. This felt surreal, but of course, this was nothing compared to what was coming.

Vel was first to be force up against the opening of Rokanoss' cock as the amoebic mass of seed constricted him and forced itself into the urethral opening. Given Vel's small size, he was quickly gulped up as Rokanoss' member spread and dilated to ease his passage through the elder's member, where he was quickly forced through the length to be deposited in the dragon's balls! He could barely feel the flesh passing over him as the thickness of the solidified semen was acting as a sort of barrier between he and the cock that was actively swallowing him, almost like a condom!

Following this, Tritus struggled a bit as the living mass of cum fought him, forcing his wings to be pined tight against his back. Once the silken seed had wrapped him up like a cocoon, constricting all but his face and tail tip, it once again rolled upwards to press the dragon's snout right into the opening of Rokanoss cock, which gaped open and lurched forth, smothering him quickly as the seed flowed into him, carrying Tritus with it. He, like Vel, barely felt the urethral flesh passing over him as the mess acted as a barrier, where he only felt the faintest hints of friction over his cheeks as he passed deeper.

Rokanoss watched as the bulge of Tritus disappeared into him, his cock acting as a snake would by twisting and clenching in waves to force its meal deeper. Then, in one final lurch,t he last of the seed curled up and returned to him, disappearing into his member and shifting in place until it was deep in his bowels, comfortably back in his balls.

"The ritual is complete!" He roared as his member dripped the tiniest bit of precum. His knot began to shrivel and shrink as it returned to his loins, squeezing through his slit to where it came from. His climax had come, went, and returned to whence it came, which meant that when he met Ceylon the next morning, he would have the essence of two dragons to pump into her, giving her the eggs needed.

Once he was happy with his performance, he spread his wings and leapt from the temple to glide his way out past his people, catching the last gust of the evening's wind with another hearty roar that told the dragons of his tribe that they were not only permitted to leave, but that he encouraged them to return to their homes and mate. This was a fertility ritual, after all.

That night was as silent as Rokanoss had hoped. He often slept during the day but was active at night, which meant that his people were sleeping while he was active, which seemed the best way to protect them, as they had no other protection while in slumber. He spent much of the night flying in circles around the mountain and the village that surrounded it, rarely roosting in his cave.

All of his actions were in service to his goals the following morning, where he would meet Ceylon in the fields north of town and bestow upon her his gift. Of course, he had the entire night to internally mull over how he would go about doing that before the sun would rise and his night would end. He had many ideas, and every single one of them was quite lewd.

The stars in the sky shifted over the horizon as the moon shone down upon the lands, highlighting every tree, every rock, and every blade of grass in the distance from his perch atop the 'dragon's fang' - the name of the mountain he called his home - to the range dividing the land of dragons from the land of gryphons. There, with his body curled around the very peak of the mountain, he could finally see the first hints that the sun was about to come up by the lightly orange tone peeking over the horizon. The image of the emerging color made his heart beat a little bit faster and his tail wag.

It was time. Ceylon would be arriving within the hour and it was time to meet her in the great plains to the north. There, he would tend to her infertility by giving her the results of the potion ritual.

Inside his body, both Tritus and Vel had been harvested for a portion of their life energy, having willingly given it up to him as a sort of sacrifice to the gods. The ritual required a life for a life in order for the enchantment to work, but Rokanoss had devised a way to negotiate around such sacrifices. Instead of offering just one dragon's soul to his loins in a potentially fatal ritual, he offered two so that they might each offer half and fully recover upon their rebirth!

Rokanoss was a protector of his people, he certainly had no interest in sacrificing dragons just for some silly ritual. No, he put in the time and effort with his advisers to ensure that not only would he be able to ensure the safety of his people by fostering peace, but that none would suffer for it.

He kicked off the mountain and caught a light updraft as he soared over the village, past the many lakes that formed the moat, and the thin layer of trees that encircled the base of his mountain en route to the plains. Even in the dark, his keen eyes could see the shape of a black and white gryphon cresting the northern mountains already coming to meet him.

Perfect. His timing was utterly perfect. The two of them both would meet exactly halfway between the aerie atop her mountain's peaks and his cave atop the dragon's fang he called his home.

The final stages of excitement bubbled up in him as he grinned wide, teeth exposed to the wind for every flap of his wings. Months of preparation, years of planning, and all sorts of sensual ploys were finally coming together in a bond to end all conflict in the region. Not only would Rokanoss be remembered as the dragon who helped foster peace, but he was also the dragon who made personal sacrifices to ensure that the peace could be maintained.

Hopefully, his legacy would be as a protector of all dragon kind - or, more inclusively, all saurossin kind. Any creature of scale or fur or feathers would revere him as one of the two who put an end to the centuries old conflict. These thoughts percolated in his mind on repeat as the distance between he and Ceylon narrowed, and he started to prepare his speech to her that he would share upon their meeting.

Finally, after an extended period of internal contemplation and preparation, the two flew headlong into one another, banking and twirling around the other in a dance that saw them both swirling up in a cyclone before twisting and meeting one another, talon to talon, as they plummeted to the plains below. At the last second before crashing, they kicked off one another and caught the air to fly out in opposite directions just above the tips of the few trees that were dotting the landscape.

To anyone watching, it must have looked like a fight, but was in fact a courtship ritual with elements plucked from both dragon and gryphon traditions, a dance they had choreographed the day after Ceylon's inauguration. It was meant to look violent, but was in fact beautiful.

The two of them continued to swirl and bank to kick off one another in the sky, creating patterns in their motions while getting shockingly close to colliding every step of the way before finally relaxing enough to have Ceylon twist and flip upside down, where she landed on his back just long enough to peck at his horn before jumping off and gliding down to the ground, where she waited. She was about half of Rokanoss' size, but twice as fast and possessed even greater magic so it would have fit to have the two of them engage in combat, given that it would have been a fair fight.

Still, they were not enemies, but allies. That was why their dance was one of friendliness and cooperation than combat.

Soon after Ceylon landed and was preening her feathers, Rokanoss angled himself downward and landed next to her, his far larger form dwarfing hers under the faint orange glow of the morning sun. He stepped up to her and folded his wings back as he leaned down to nuzzle at her cheek, growling in much the same way she would purr. "I hope you had a wonderful flight." He said with a smile.

"It was wonderful, thanks for asking! Not much of a early bird, though. Usually I'm the type to stay up late and get up at a reasonable hour." She gave him a sly wink while stepping past her, sure to cradle his chin with her long tail as she walked by. "But alas, the flock has determined that this is how our ritual bonding must occur, so I have no choice but to comply."

Rokanoss lowered his head and respect, splaying his wings out to offer a proper bow. "Yes, we're all slaves to others, even when we're the leaders. We have people to answer for and committees we must appease." He paused to laugh at himself. "Why not just eat the flock? You're bigger than they are, aren't you?"

Ceylon glanced over at each of her wings while extending them to get a better look. "I suppose I could, but I'm no cannibal. To be honest, their old stringy bodies wouldn't likely taste all that great and I'm not so sure I'd want to eat them; I'd much rather enjoy the taste of dragon." She turned and glanced back over her shoulder with a sidelong look, head and ears down and tail up.

"Really?" He responded as he reached out to lightly press at her haunches, his long claws raking through her fur in such a way that she couldn't help but grind up into it with her spine moving in a wave that culminated in her rump end up. The dragon then stepped up and pressed his chest against her flank to assert a form of dominance without actually pinning her.

She slid out from under him and hopped away, completely unaffected by his play for some form of assertion. "Why would I lie, Roke?" Her vocalizations slowly bubbled into a trill and a purr at the same time as she flopped down onto her belly and rolled onto her side. "Dragon meat is a delicacy in the lands I come from; it's the sort of thing that only the finest hunters are able to acquire."

He paused and narrowed his gaze, unsure how he should respond to that. "I really don't think that is the sort of way to flirt, Ceylon. The history of our people isn't exactly rife for-"

"Shush you, I'm talking about dragon cock. I don't eat dragon meat and neither do my people. At least not anymore." She rolled back to her feet and flopped her rump down, sitting heavily on it as her feathers all stood on end. "I was referring to the great hunters that are dragons, and how we only get to lay with your kind if we've proven ourselves to th-" The gryphon paused mid sentence, realizing too late that she had long since gotten her point across and that Rokanoss was giving her a raised eyebrow.

"You really do talk too much." He declared as he reached out with his talon to lightly pat her on the head, splaying her ears out as he grinned. "But if you're so keen on tasting a dragon, I'm certain I have plenty for you to sample."

She pushed past his talon to lean in next to him, rubbing her shoulder to his front leg. "Oh, you are a natural romantic, aren't you! Know how to make a gryphon hen swoon!" As a joke, she placed her forearm on her forehead and swayed only to be caught by his talon before she fell to the ground.

"I'm a dragon, we're a bit more forthright with what we want!" Rokanoss explained with a grin and a huff. "And the morning will be here soon enough, so we really should get to work on this treaty we've put so much time and effort into. I'd hate for the sun to rise and our pact not be fulfilled." His eyes met hers and the two of them shared a moment before he let her go and she hopped away.

Ceylon chirped and trilled at him, trying her best to look cute and innocent. "Oh, skies above you honor me with the offer of your seed!" She joked. "But you're not wrong. However, I'm still not entirely sure how you plan on making up for the fact that we can never truly be united. You can knot me and tie me and fill me all you want, that's fine and wonderful, but it is going to be very difficult to bring our tribes together if I'm unable to produce young. I've been infertile my whole life, and you know that."

He nodded and peeled his lips back in the most devious of grins as a huff of smoke billowed out from his nostrils. "You're right, I do know all about that part of you! That's why my people and I have concocted a fertility potion that will remedy that!"

Both of her ears perked up as she slowly gaped her beak back at him, curious and happy but not entirely convinced. "You think so, eh?" She trilled lightly to herself and slowly lifted her tail to expose herself to the cool morning air, not letting him see but definitely showing off nonetheless.

"Is that a good thing?" He sincerely wasn't sure based on her response.

Ceylon only shrugged. "Only one way to find out, really! But, if we're gonna go ahead and actually do this, I want you on your back. I'm sure you understand that I'm much smaller than you, and I really don't think it'd be in the best interest of the unity of our tribes if you tore me open all at once!" She grinned and leaned into him, using her shockingly strong neck to press up against his chest and heave him off his front legs.

He reared up a bit, but then curled his neck around to get a better look under her tail to see the dark black flesh of her vulva, a sight which he was quite familiar. The two had played before, but usually under more natural circumstances wherein she was aroused or in heat - yes, she still went into estrus despite being unable to produce fertile eggs of her own - and therefore prepared for a cock the size of his, whether it be through sheer determination or gradual stretching of her flesh.

"What's the matter? Can't get up?" She joked, referring to him not rearing up on his hind legs; she could clearly see the pink of his member protruding from the slit between his legs, its bulbous tip dripping a milky but mostly clear lubricant into the tall, yellowed grasses of the plains. Jovial as she may have been, the sight of it made her moist enough to darken her lips almost instantly.

With a chuckle, Rokanoss did as she insisted by rearing up and flopping onto his back while using his wings as support before relaxing. From this position, his cock laid heavy on his belly while the twin orbs of Tritus and Vel shifted between his legs. They were still awake and alive inside, but sluggish and drained of much of their energy for the duration of the ritual. "Sorry, I thought you were playing hard to get again. You gryphons are so subtle with your body language!"

She hopped up onto his tail and daintily climbed up it and past his groin, where she eventually came to rest comfortably with all four of her feet on hos belly, his massive cock between her hind paws. "We're really not that subtle compared to you, we're just different. I'm sure once your people are able to readily interact with us, you'll pick up on our nuances. In the mean time, I really do have some dragon to sample." The gryphon turned around and nestled down on his belly, claws hooking on the underside of his scales as she reached out and nuzzled at his cock tip, prodding at the urethral opening to catch some of his silken pre-seed on her tongue.

The attention made Rokanoss instinctively buck and his loins swell, forcing his member's knot to pop out of his slit to the sound of a juicy splat followed by the distinct trickle of lubricants cascading over his inner thighs and the base of his tail. The ritual had somehow enhanced his natural lube production to the point that a simple exposure of his still-soft knot resulted in enough fluid to make a splash. Of course, this just meant that Ceylon had all the more to play with, so he said not a word.

As expected, she leaned back into him as his member stabbed past her face and came to rest on her shoulder, soaking her wings and the feathers around her neck. The gryphon lifted her tail up high for Rokanoss to get a good look at what he was doing to her as she shifted back and slid her tongue down the length of his shaft to eventually twiddle around in his urethra, sampling his flavors while also prodding at his depths like a hummingbird sipping nectar. "I must say, dragon meat is every bit as tasty as I remembered! I want more!"

Just as she leaned in to wrap her beak around his ridged tip - a feat that not even she had any hope of accomplishing - he grabbed at her tail and yanked her back to bury his tongue in her! His saliva slathered all over her rump end, soaking her inside and out as the lengthy tendril of his tongue explored her depths and got a taste of her. All the while, he growled to imitate the sort of purring vibrations that could trigger the most pleasant and deep of orgasms, hoping for her to make a splash all over him. He kept at her for much longer than he should have, but never got that orgasmic explosion.

Instead, she pulled away from his tongue and turned around, shuddering with weak knees as she glared at him. "No fair, you're not supposed to be like that." She chastised him. "But for that, I'm going to, uh..." The gryphon paused, realizing that she wasn't going to be punishing him at all before shrugging and leaning back to catch his throbbing cock up under her tail. Before he could even reach up to grab at her or force himself into her pussy, she arched her back and leaned into him with all her weight, forcing her lips to dilate and swallow up the tip of his member with an audible pop followed by the faintest squelch of his flesh rubbing against hers while soaked in natural lubricants.

"Yeah, that's what I thought!" He growled at her as he grabbed at her hips to hold her in place at the same time he bucked up into her. The slick nature of his lubricants combined with his powerful muscles pushing at his loins ensured that his member plowed through her to part her walls and poke into her cervix, the very tip prepared to deposit directly into her womb when he was good and ready.

Ceylon glared at him with narrow eyes as her face twisted into a devious grin. She chuckled to herself before leaning back into him, waggling her hips while making a concentrated effort to relax her pelvic muscles and not clench down. As she did this, she was able to make her lips push down over his many ridges to rest heavily on the yet-to-be-inflated knot lobes, her haunches using the bulges as a sort of seat as the tapered tip of his member eased her cervix open. She was discomforted for a moment, but then felt that familiar lurch as the opening to her womb relaxed and dilated enough to swallow his tip.

The sudden and intense sensation of her flesh squeezing him tight made Rokanoss lean his head back so that it was upside down in the tall grass with his lip chomped between his teeth and his hind legs tensing and curling behind her. The depths of his instincts screamed at him to force his knot into her, but he trusted that if she felt capable of that she'd be more than happy to do all she could to ensure it popped into her past the rest of his member. This was unlikely, as his cock was a bit bigger than usual and was almost as long as her torso once the knot was included, its shaft thick as her upper thigh.

Large or not, it was not too big for Ceylon to try and take. Though he'd roughly forced himself into her all at once from the get-go, that didn't stop her from wanting more. While it may have been clear she would have preferred to go a bit slower - that was the whole reason she wished for him to be on his back, so she could control the pace - it seemed she was adapting quickly and was as eager as he to test her limits. If the tribes were to be unified, she needed to be able to take him at his most aggressive and do so in stride.

"You're lucky you're so damn sexy." She said to him as she reached forward to peck at his chest while her body tugged on his cock. All at once, she felt her cervix squeezing around the bulge of his tip at the same time her contracting pelvic muscles constricted and held on to each of his ridges. As she clenched down with all her might, she tugged so that her flesh stroked him with a firm grip, followed by a down stroke as she leaned back again, passage gliding over his girth back to the knot swell.

She pushed back and pulled with rhythmic frequency, gradually picking up speed and aggression along the way. Her vocalizations went from chirps and purrs to a steady whimper that was drowned out by the sound of their flesh pounding each other, his ridges sliding past her vulva in and out with audible squelches and slaps as she gradually increased her pace to the point she was moving as fast as a stallion would buck, her entire body being used as a masturbation toy for the far larger dragon.

In fact, their size difference made her so much of a toy to him that he couldn't help but squeeze both of his front talons around her waist as he bucked and slammed his hips to hers. He tried so very hard to pump that knot into her, but it seemed that even with her liberal malleability she couldn't quite handle that much dragon meat all at once.

This could have spelled doom for his plan to implant an egg into her, but he also knew that eggs were somewhat softer and squishier before being laid, so it likely wouldn't be a problem.

As he glanced up, he saw her face was that of sensual bliss, with her eyes closed and a wide smile upon her beak even as he was slamming himself into her with the sort of vigor reserved for a stallion mating each of the mares of the herd. He could feel her flesh tugging and squeezing at him even as his tapered tip pumped in and out of her womb through her cervix, which made it even more frustrating that his knot apparently couldn't pop into her despite her apparent lack of a shallow end.

The best part of it all was the intensely tight rim of her cervix stroking his tip, crumping at his glans to properly coax his seed from him as her depths moved in waves to caress his length. It was then that he felt it was best to change up positions. Ceylon had requested she be on top so he could dictate the pace and control her gradual adaptation, but it was clear now that she was prepared for him in any form and with any level of enthusiasm.

As such, he rolled over onto all fours with his cock still inside her while pinning her to the ground, holding her in place as he grinded his hips against hers in an attempt to force his knot into her. Though he was being exceptionally rough, the truth was that he knew that if she wanted him to stop she'd say their safe word, which she was making no attempts to utter. While he waited for her halt, he pushed and thrust into her, using the soft lobes of his knot against her opening as his cock tip squirmed and wiggled its way into her womb.

She seemed like she was handling it well as he stood over her, wings spread and claws curled around her shoulders to keep her in place. He tried his best to be passionate, but it was hard when he was so desperate to pump her full of the eggs he'd been harboring inside him.

Then, right when he was about to pull out and let her relax for a moment, he felt the subtle yet distinct sensation of his knot lobes squeezing just enough to pass through her lips, squishing and compacting just enough so that he was able to force himself in with just one final push! All at once, his knot popped into her and expanded beyond her hips as his cock tip invaded her womb and pressed out against the back of her uterus. It was then, after a brisk yet passionate courtship, that he felt the first climactic shift in his loins.

Ceylon glanced back at him with a look of pure desire and want as she felt his knot lobes swelling inside her, locking them together. This was what she wanted, but had no idea the exact nature of what he had in store for her. She knew he had a fertility potion applied, but had no idea that involved pumping her full of foreign eggs.

The very moment he felt her lips close around the base of his knot and start squeezing at his full length in unison with his pelvic twitches, he could feel his orgasm build in his loins, only instead of ejaculating cum, he felt the firm shape of an orb passing through his loins from his balls and down his cock. The bulging mass stopped right before leaving his slit, as the extra girth couldn't quite make it through her opening or past the squeeze of his knot.

She couldn't quite pick up on exactly what it was that was going on, so she twisted onto her side so she could glance back at him. "Wh-what's going on?" She asked, curious as to why his member was tied to her loins but not a single drop of cum had been pumped into her yet. She could feel the bulge pressing against her vulva and threatening to pass into her, but still assumed it had more to do with thick dragon cum than eggs.

He grinned back and her and grabbed her leg, hoisting it up as he bucked once more. "Don't worry, my dear! You'll be thick and heavy with the bulge of an egg soon enough!" He gave her another tug as he squeezed his loins to force the egg through his urethra, where it teased at her opening and threatened to lurch into her as his knot had.

It didn't take much for Ceylon to piece together what he meant by this. She could have panicked or resisted, she could have clenched and blocked the egg from slipping into her, but she wanted it as much as he did, even if she hadn't prepared for it. Her desire to be filled with whatever he dared put in her allowed the gryphon to relax while also pushing back in the hopes that she'd be able to swallow the bulge of the egg as well.

Rokanoss kept at her, pinning her down and thrusting into her as he felt the telltale jolts of pleasure that came with a proper climax. His loins throbbed and his muscled twitched, only instead of filling her shot after shot of thick, gummy dragon seed, he was forcing the egg just a bit deeper down his shaft and into her body. He could feel the bulge of it leaving his body only to be squeezed and rejected by hers, so he reared back and clenched his loins as hard as he could, forcing it into her!

For Ceylon, the sensation of having a thick bulge pass through the cock inside her was both incredibly hot and weirdly null, as she felt the pressure of its girth pressing out against her walls, but she didn't feel the friction of its shell passing through her. In fact, she felt no friction, as his knot kept him in one static position for the whole passing of the egg!

Didn't stop her from loving every minute of it, though. The throbbing of his loins, the twitching of his flesh, and the girth of his knot was enough to forgive him for tying her. Given the time - as the sun was finally peaking over the horizon - she knew he had to be brisk and he had to finish the deed very quickly, so she did all she could, at least until she felt the lurch of the egg quickly passing through his cock and into her womb in a matter of seconds. Almost instantly, she felt her abdominal wall stretch as his urethra dilated to deposit it into her!

The sudden intensity of the pressure that came with the egg's shift was almost too much for Ceylon, as she felt like she may not have been able to handle it. Though she scratched and clawed at the grasses, she didn't give in or utter the safe word that would put an end to their union. Instead, she grunted and pushed down, trying to counter the pressure only to find the distinct shape of egg and cock inside her to be too much to bear.

Luckily for her, Rokanoss had happily 'blown his load' in the form of the egg, and thus was completely satisfied having finished. As such, his knot was already starting to subside, where the pressure of his cock tip pressing against the egg that was deposited in her womb was forcing him out with the aid of his lubricants and her precision squeezing.

Before long, his lobes burst out with a visible and audible gush as her loins ejected him. However, at that exact same time, a second egg shifted through him and past his knot to press against her loins! He was not expecting this and neither was she, yet neither made any moves to stop it.

She leaned back into him, thinking for a split second that this second bulge was him gently thrusting himself back into her and rubbing his knot against her, at least until he clenched and made it slide through his urethra and get deposited right into her. Much like the last time, the shift in size of her belly and the distended feeling of strain was nearly instant, but this egg was left in her birth canal instead of her uterus, with both it and the first one touching through her gaping cervix, shells grinding to create a subtle vibration up her spine.

With a shudder of delight, she whimpered and lowered her head, burying it in the grasses as Rokanoss fell atop her, cock tip still resting inside her and gently thrusting to nestle between flesh and the shell of the egg.

"I get the impression the second egg wasn't planned, was it?" She joked through ragged breaths.

He shook his head and wrapped his massive talon around her belly to cradle her womb. "N-no, I confess that wasn't part of the plan. However, considering I used the essence of both Tritus and Vel, it doesn't come as a surprise that I got two eggs out of the ritual."

"What?" She squawked at him as she twisted to stare at him. "Why did you-"

"Don't worry about it, they're fine. The ritual was only designed to take some of their energy in order to infuse with the egg, they'll recover in time, once I let them out of my loins." He sidled up next to her so that his soft belly scales were partially pinning her down. "You just worry about the sunrise for now; we can tell our people of our unity upon returning to our respective homelands." The elder dragon then extended his wing to cover her body, pulling her in tight as he growled in delight.

In truth, he had no way of knowing for sure if the sacrificial dragons were indeed sacrificed, and didn't know for sure until the following night when he returned to his cave and released them both, finding them to be groggy and tired, but otherwise alright.

After that, he needed only wait for Ceylon to lay her eggs to see how well the ritual worked. If all went well, they would hatch into gloriously powerful hybrid gryphon-dragon chicks! Perfect to continue the bloodline, if that's what came from it.

In the mean time, the two had successfully bound their tribes, as far as the flock of the gryphon aerie were concerned. They would worry about the more intricate nature of their treaty later. For now, they just wanted to enjoy the company of a close friend.