Temeraire's Trials 2: Mating Troubles
Now that he got a brief idea of his role as a virile male, Temeraire must journey to the agreed meeting place to mate with his dragoness, yet the journey is not quite that easy when you are a horny male dragon and every step you take pushes you closer towards completion... Will Temeraire preserve his strength for the mating ahead? Or will he succumb to his urges in the hands of his caring partner? Read and find out...
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Description: Now that he got a brief idea of his role as a virile male, Temeraire must journey to the agreed meeting place to mate with his dragoness, yet the journey is not quite that easy when you are a horny male dragon and every step you take pushes you closer towards completion... Will Temeraire preserve his strength for the mating ahead? Or will he succumb to his urges in the hands of his caring partner? Read and find out...
*Temeraire's Trials 2: Mating Troubles*
The constant rubbing of wood and metal against his scales was only the tip of the iceberg of Temeraire's problems. With every step he took over the grassy, moon-touched plains, his member throbbed just a bit harder, reminding him of the incessant pressure that had been building inside his painfully full prostate ever since Ashford's employees planted a metal phallus in there. Prostate. What a ridiculously pompous sounding word. If he heard it a day before, Temeraire would've disavowed its existence completely.
But now, when his anus all but shuddered with the budding pressure of a premature climax? When his cock leaked like a once-beautiful fountain hit with a sledgehammer? There was no choice but to accept the burdens imposed upon him by that singular piece of knowledge.
"it will get easier." His rider said on a calm, reassuring voice. He tried so hard to be nice...to be helpful.
Temeraire's heart sank a bit further. Seeing Laurence smile at him after that forceful, shameful exposure of his most private of parts before a whole crowd of people stung him deeply, for even now, when it was just the two of them, dragon and rider, Temeraire could still not hide his erection in any sort of way. Firmly encased from tip to base by three sturdy metal rings, his tapered penis lay just as frozen as the dragon's mind. What should he say? How could he talk to Laurence in such a situation?
"We'll meet this dragoness of yours, I'll leave you two to do your dragon things, and then everything will fall back to normal."
Normal. The dragon could see exactly what that meant in his rider's own eyes, but said nothing, out of fear of aggravating an already awkward situation.
So he just settled on doing the only thing he could. Walk. Walk and try to ignore the sea of stimuli that barraged his senses. It went well for the first hour or so. Then, things got a bit too much.
"We...we need to stop." A tired growl left Temeraire's panting jaws.
"Here?" Laurence looked over the naked plains. "Not the best place to camp, out into the open, but if you insist..."
"You're right. How about that forest in the distance?" he pointed with his snout.
"Works for me." The human agreed with a dip of his head.
Temeraire gritted his jaws. He had expected the push to be a real nightmare. His prostate became a seething menace on the verge of spilling with the bouncing of the great metal cock lodged inside his tail, and, on top of that, Temeraire had to also put up with the gentle, squelching kisses around the tip of his cock made by the soft cushion of the seed collection device. Stray droplets of precum had managed to make their way down the silky sleeve, but, as they approached closer to the forest's edge, the trickle turned into an all-out stream, as the limited capacity of the device could hardly match an aroused male's appetite.
"Graaaawwwhhh!" the dragon growled. A shudder of bliss snaked its way along his bloating shaft. Temeraire's unsteady legs skidded over the ground as his hips bucked without his accord. Two intense bursts rocked the frame of the collection device, the hefty splashes of his pheromone-filled precum filling the air with the sweet miasma of fertility.
Temeraire's nostrils flared out. The scent of arousal, even his own, drove him to lay down and flick his tongue desperately in the direction of his cock.
"Mrrawwwhhh...rraaaaaaahhh!" He growled and snapped at the large semen collection device that got in the way of his sweet release. He could've ripped it like a frail stag. Throw it away so far he'd never have to see it again. Temeraire all but shuddered with want as he stared at his flexing cock, so cold and desperate for a warm shelter to squirt into.
"It's the rings, isn't it?" Laurence's voice distracted him from his musings. "I've seen how Nishka clasped them. I could maybe-"
"No," Temeraire huffed. He tried to coil his tail around the metal cock and yank it out of his tailhole, but it proved to be an impossible task. His scales kept slipping over the lubricated steel, and even the slightest push risked to lodge the damn thing further inside.
"Well then, let me at least untie this bloody gourd from your chest. No wonder you're so flustered. You can barely breathe properly!"
"No, Laurence. Listen. Please." Temeraire placed his head on the ground a few hands away from the human. "The harness is not the issue here. Anything you unstrap just dismisses a symptom of a much larger problem."
"Then we rest." Laurence said sternly. "We don't have to rush. Nishka told us to be there by morning, so we got the whole night to-"
"I...I can't go on like this, Laurence." The onyx dragon let out a long, whiny growl, his icy blue eyes drifting away. "As shameful as it is to admit, I cannot take another step without spilling my essence."
"Oh...Oh, that's...rough." Laurence gestured towards his tail side. "I mean, I've seen how you tried to...you know... take care of it." Laurence scratched his head through a few more half-mumbled sentences. A sheepish smile then stretched across his furrowed face. "You need an extra hand, don't you? Or a pair of them."
"Laurence..."
"Nishka insisted on how important it is to preserve your seed, but to blazes with her." Laurence said with fierce determination. "I can't let you suffer silently until you gather the courage to ask the obvious. I'll unstrap you from these contraptions, then...we'll see about the rest when we get there."
He spread his arms around to hug the dragon's snout as best as he could "There is nothing I won't do for you, understand?"
"I...I understand."
Temeraire's wings shuddered with a mixture of emotions even he could not completely understand. Standing there on his back, dripping over his own lustrous belly while his rider worked on unclasping the metal rings that held his cock in place, Temeraire tried to keep his growls in check. It felt good, to have his member caressed by his dearest's hands. Almost too good...
"Last one. Are you ready?"
Temeraire hissed with pleasure once his member jutted freely into the air. A tide of fluids poured out of the seed collection device once his cock came loose, emptying over on the ground now that his cock tip no longer held the flood of fluids at bay.
"Sorry." He apologized to Laurence, who was busy flinging out ropes of sticky dragon precum from his pants.
"No reason to." He offered the same radiant smile. "I knew the risks when I signed up. So, where should we start from?"
Temeraire guided him through the simplest range of motions that could provoke a swift release. He hissed with bliss when the human caressed the sensitive areas around his constantly leaking seed-hole, and shuddered with want under the kneading motions Laurence applied to soft-barbed thorns behind his glans. Laurence did a better job than any dragon could expect with his first time. So good in fact that Temeraire forgot all about embarrassment.
He drifted into a realm of pure bliss. Eyes closed, tongue lolling from his maw over the slick grass, Temeraire focused on the pleasant heat of his upcoming orgasm.
A heat that was attacked with icy prickles whenever a sleeve rubbed over his sensitive flesh or Laurence hugged his tip too tight.
"Lawwwrrrence..."
"Oh dear." The captain ran up to caress his dragon's upside down snout. "Did I hurt you?"
"Your outfit...it gets in the way."
The two shared an awkward look when they realized what that implied.
"Alright." Laurence started to unbutton his shirt. "I'm going to be just like you, glazed skin and everything." A little mound of clothes started piling at his feet. He even pulled down his underwear, a moment that embarrassed Temeraire far more than he let out, as he never cared to smell or gaze upon his rider's equipment up until now.
"So how do you want me to do it?" Laurence crossed his arms. "Same as before?"
"No." Temeraire found his voice a few seconds after his nostrils swallowed the strangely pleasant scent of human male. "The swiftest way to release is to emulate a dragoness, and the best way to do that is..."
"To ride upon your cock." Laurence rolled his eyes, shook his head, then chuckled. "This was not what I had in mind when I signed up to become a dragon rider."
"And I always expected to release inside females." Temeraire shot back.
"Well then, your pickiness, prepare to be disappointed."
As his partner left with his flaccid member flopping from one side to the other, Temeraire found himself fantasizing about things no sane dragon should have. Heat smoldered back within his member to erupt in the form of a trembling hiss once Laurence latched onto his cock. The human had an easy time finding purchase upon the large, meaty ridges of the dragon's cock base, and an easier time riding his impromptu saddle of flesh. Groans of delight. Snarls filled with passion. Desperate hisses he never uttered before all escaped through the dragon's shivering jaws while his cock jerked up excitedly, mated by the human he loved most in the world. And, just like an experienced lover, Laurence knew exactly how to match his pace. After a hefty growl, he slowed down to give his dragon a chance to breathe, then gradually picked his speed back up and more, using not only his arms and feet, but his entire body as a faux vagina.
It felt so good. So right.
But it wasn't the delightful tightness around the base of his cock that pushed Temeraire over the edge. It wasn't even the spines of the metal cock that pressed upon his soft, overflowing prostate.
What unraveled the dragon's semen was the tender scent of human cum. His Laurence's very essence dribbling down in much weaker spurts over a much larger cock. Temeraire licked at the air with fury. He could almost taste his rider upon his very tongue.
Then, it came. All the oppressive heat that's been building within the depths of his tail threatened to explode out of him harder than ever. Scrunching his eyes shut, Temeraire thrust his cock towards his snarly muzzle and ejaculated his pent-up seed all over himself. Thick, milky colored semen splattered against onyx black scales without aim or purpose, shadowing the smell of man with the much thicker concoction of dragon release. The pheromone-filled cocktail, be it of his own making, touched Temeraire so deeply that reality became a blur, and the dragon rolled onto his side, flinging his tongue out at his own semen as if he fed from the juices of a female at the peak of fertility. His wings flapped uselessly at the air. His limbs latched onto the invisible dragoness he thought he came inside.
But in reality, all he did was paint himself increasingly whiter, until most of his body became a greasy, drippy wall of cum.
"Lawwrr...Laurence?" Temeraire flicked his tongue out in a vain attempt to rid himself of the tart taste of his own pungent semen.
"Here. On the tail. Or should I say the cock that's still inside you. The only place your canon didn't blast."
"I'm so, so sorry." Temeraire huffed tiredly.
"Don't be...unless you plan on letting me take care of all this mess."
Temeraire mentioned nothing of how or why he ejaculated so hard. Not even when Laurence sacrificed his navy shirt to clean up his snout from whatever residues of seed still clung to his scales. He allowed the human to ride upon his back towards the nearest water source, where they both cleansed the incident out of their respective bodies and minds.
Once clean, Temeraire insisted to meet the dragoness on his own. It seemed fair, for this whole bargain to be his sole responsibility. However, doubts started to arise when, instead of the usual four legged, winged dragon he expected, a serpentine form slithered from the darkness of the tree line. Temeraire's nostrils twitched in an effort to find more about the dragon. Eyes alone hardly told him anything of use. Its scales were pitch black, adorned with fiery orange stripes that receded back into darkness once they met the creature's fluffy back.
"You're quite stiff for one of such striking beauty." The dragon's vermilion eyes glimmered in the moonlight as it spoke, encroaching without fear upon his quarry.
"Who are you?" Temeraire inquired. He could hardly tell its gender from voice alone, least of all its scent.
"You may call me Onyx. I already know plenty about who you are, so let's get to what really matters, shall we?"
"And what would that be?" Temeraire challenged.
The dragon's fluffy tail tip swerved through the air as it leaped right next to Temeraire. "Oh, I think you formed a few scenarios already..." the dragon spoke seductively, poking its scaly snout at different areas on the harness that kept the celestial firmly bound to the ground. It started innocently enough, with questions about the durability of the thing and a bit of trivia on the saddling habits of the eastern kingdoms.
Then, it got stranger. More intimate than Temeraire anticipated within the first few minutes of their meeting.
"Mrrrrmmm, seed." The dragon hissed with rumbling pleasure. "If even a mundane walk got you excited, I am positively trembling with eagerness for what lies ahead."
Warmth fell over the entrance of Temeraire's slit before he could even speak. Moist, tender, careful, and a tad insistent to enter deeper within his sanctuary. He should have snarled. Force this stranger to back away. Instead, the celestial looked between his legs to see the serpentine stranger eat his vent out as if he were female.
"Sssss-stop...it's...too soon."
"Oh, but your taste tells me otherwise, because, deep beneath these hardened scales, you're nothing but heat and instincts." The dragon flicked his sinewy tongue back inside its maw and started rubbing like a cat in heat around the larger celestial. "A filthy beast that yearns to find itself unshackled. A virile male that wants to spew his seed deep within me."
The dragon continued his arousing dance, and Temeraire soon found his jaws clatter with desire. It had been so long since he impregnated a female. Every muscle in his body urged him in that direction.
Up until he spotted a protrusion sprouting from the very place he thought of. His companion seemed to notice the shock in his eyes, for he immediately exposed the very thing that chilled the celestial down to his very core.
"Oh, please, cut the gasps. It's not like you're not packing a cock of your own beneath your velvet cushions."
"Three. There's three of them." Temeraire growled out in disbelief.
"One." The dragon lifted a claw. "The others are just there to get you nice and moist." As if to prove the very point, two of the dragon's tapered tentacles fell to the side while the biggest of them all, a spaded phallus not very different than what Temeraire had in his ass, glistened in the gentle moonlight.
"No," Temeraire growled when the dragon rolled back on his feet to advance upon him like a stalking predator. "There's been a mistake. You're male. Th..this is-"
Temeraire's tongue twisted inside his snout once the dragon slid between his legs. The feel of his coarse fur along his moist, tender slit awoke shudders of desire along his frame. Coiling around his body, the dragon nuzzled along Temeraire's neck until he found his cheek, which he slathered with his long, drippy tongue.
"You want this. You know you do. Why fight, when I can show you the way to the heavens?"
The licking continued for more than a minute. An eternity, really, when you happened to be a heterosexual male on the verge of the most potent and unwanted erection of your life. Temeraire fought hard to keep his cock from bursting out of his bulged vent, for nothing this eastern stranger offered aligned with what he had been taught by his beloved Laurence.
"Stop. This...this isn't normal!" Temeraire finally found the strength to snap at the seductive male, who backed away from the claws that sheared the air inches away from his head.
"Normal? Which part would that be? Dripping like a female at the peak of her heat with your malehood tied up like a ham? Or the metal cock in your ass that pushes you ever closer to completion? Have you never wondered why you even wear this ridiculous harness? Why your loyal soldiers went through all the trouble to clean, arouse, and outfit you in such specific ways?"
"I have my orders."
"Tell me. Repeat the exact words they used."
"I am to spill my seed inside a female."
"Is that so? Are you completely certain female is the exact word they used?"
"I-I think so." Temeraire's snout twitched as his growing cock announced its presence to the cold night with a wet squelch. "They told me my seed is precious." His shaft passed through the largest ring. "Have...have to spill it inside..." Temeraire shivered when his cock found the second ring a bit tighter. "Spill myself deep...deep inside a female..."
The last ring fell behind his glans with a click, forcing his words into an unintelligible snarl.
"Oh, dear Celestial." The eastern dragon licked his snout at the juicy treat that was now firmly out in the open. "I'm afraid you have been deceived. There is no female to be had. This harness, all of these lovely implementations have been crafted according to my specifications."
"No...our commanders wouldn't lie to me. And Laurence..."
"He's not here, is he? All you have is me, Temeraire, and I will make you need me just as much as your country does, for you see, I know secrets that can turn the fate of this world. Ask yourself what England wants. Ask yourself what Laurence would say if a bit of your time could put an end to this terrible war."
"Lies. Lies and deceit." Temeraire shook his head. "Honor still means something in England, snake, and you will not rob me of mine!"
"Watch me." The dragon disappeared beneath his belly. Temeraire spread his jaws open to latch on to his fluffy spine, but right as he prepared to do that, sharp, blazing heat spread across his flaring erection through the three metal rings.
"Delicious, isn't it?" the eastern tapped the base ring again with his claw, warming it a few degrees hotter. "Tell me again what a resilient, honor-bound dragon you are."
"I...won't...give in." Temeraire snarled defiantly.
"In? Well that's an idea. I almost forgot how long you've been incubating it!"
It, of course, referred to the sizable metal cock that started to heat up once the eastern grabbed a hold of it.
"No? Still not ready to splatter the ground with your seed?"
"Neverrrraaawwwwgghhhh!" Temeraire's snout scrunched up. Blistering heat pressed upon the sensitive nerves of his prostate as the metal cock lodged itself once spine deeper inside his ass. Onyx kept it there for a moment, then slowly worked it out, causing all those nubs to rub along the celestial's increasingly sensitive organ.
"Please..." Temeraire huffed. "You can't make me do this..."
The eastern licked his snout with perverse satisfaction at the helpless, lustful look in the celestial's eyes. He knew his ploy worked, so he worked the dildo in and out with tender motions that made Temeraire's ass and cock squelch in the loveliest of ways.
"Oh, I will make you cum, my dear dragon. It's not a matter of time, even. Only of how."
The fourth shove proved too much to bear. Legs bucking, Temeraire thrust his flaring erection towards the collection device, only to find something much hotter expecting him there. He knew he was inside the eastern's jaws from the moment his long, filthy tongue wrapped around the base of his glans, but it was too hard to resist. Too late to pull back. Eyes scrunched shut, Temeraire moaned to the skies as he mounted weak, shivering thrusts inside the dragon's jaws aimed with the intention to ejaculate every bit of his cum down that greedy gullet. Problem was, Onyx kept only his glans inside, and with the brunt of his cock out in the cold, Temeraire found himself squirting thin strands of precum instead of actual seed, trapped in a harsh state of blistering arousal that was neither orgasm nor ejaculation.
"Graaaahhh!" he dug his claws into the ground once he found his cock relieved of Onyx's pestering maw. The male cleaned his dripping jaws with a broad swipe of his tongue, a look of utter satisfaction present in his crimson eyes.
"Are you ready to comply?"
"Yes." Temeraire answered through fits of hisses and panting growls. "I am ready. Don't care how it happens...Just please...bring me release."
"So glad you said that." The dragon planted a wet, teasing lick under his jaw. He first went to remove the metal phallus, all of his three organs all but dripping with lust.
"Take a deep breath. This might feel good enough to push you into an early release."
The artificial cock rubbed Temeraire's sweet spot hard enough for the dragon to roar as it got shoved out of his ass.
"There." A soft thump announced the eastern's victory. "Your ass is empty again. Now all that needs to be done is to see it filled by a real male."
"Don't get too cocky. Three of them you might have, but my forepaw is still thicker than your mraaaaahhh! S-stop that."
Onyx did, right after he had another lick at the celestial's sensitive cock.
"Alright then. Time to breed."
First, he rolled onto his back so that the two of them stood belly to belly. Then, one of his prehensile appendages wrapped around the base of the celestial's thick cock to pull the eastern dragon upwards; high enough to grant him access to the most sensitive parts of a dragon. Temeraire felt his other appendage slither along his tailhole. The tickles made him clench repeatedly in a vain attempt to contain the threat, but it was all for naught. Once the pseudo-phallus found what it wanted, it plunged itself deep inside the cavernous tunnel of flesh and started spraying its vile fluids all over the sensitive areas, none more so than Temeraire's prostate.
"Is that really necessary?" the celestial raked lines into the dirt to distract himself from the intense pleasure that coursed through his body.
"Sweet celestial, in what world do you think I'll enter you without a proper cleanup first?" Onyx spoke over the continuous gush of fluids that poured down Temeraire's throbbing cock. "Big as you might be, your bunghole is not exactly the vent of a female."
"Then maybe you shouldn't mate me like one." Temeraire snarled. Fluids started to trickle from his own cock, a result of the plethora of stimuli that brought him closer and closer to release.
"You're close?"
Temeraire gave a lazy nod of his head.
"Well then, I suppose we'll have to do something about that."
With a single, hard thrust, Onyx plunged his real cock inside the well lubricated ass hole, forcing Temeraire to tense up and shiver with bliss as ridge after ridge plopped into his cherry red ass.
"D'you like that?" With the help of his muscular tail, Onyx pulled himself up even further, squeezing Temeraire's hefty cock between their two scaly bellies. "I've checked your prostate earlier, and I have to say, I am somewhat disappointed at how empty it is." His snout nuzzled along Temeraire's jaw until it found his ear and whispered seductively. "I was, after all, promised a full dragon. Oh well. Think positive. If you already released the brunt of your load, that means I'll just have to squeeze what remains all the harder."
Right after he spoke his piece, Onyx pulled his member out, only to slam it back inside harder than before, forcing Temeraire to adjust his balance.
"Oh, was that too hard for you, my dear celestial?" He thrust again. "That's just the second. The second out of many!"
"Mrraaaaaawwwhhhh!" Temeraire's claws ripped through the grass as thrust after thrust of ridged dragon cock pounded delicious sexual heat into his sensitive prostate. His organ all but quivered with sexual restlessness, and his ass dripped like a female's pussy due to the ridiculous amounts of lubrication squirted by Onyx's pseudo-phallus. Just like a snake squeezed the life out of its prey, so was Onyx wrapped around his midsection, hard at work of squeezing the very essence of life from the grip of a dragon who never tasted a real cock inside him up until now. Temeraire huffed like a wild animal, strands of saliva pouring onto the ground along his tapered tongue. Fangs glistening in the moonlight, eyes half-lidded, the dragon's throat was a song of snarls, moans, and growls that mixed into a cacophony of sexual bliss unlike any other.
Onyx added his own tones to the mix. Breathing increasingly harder from the frenzy of thrusts he launched at his partner's defenseless tailhole, the serpentine dragon kept on increasing both the pace and the heat of his member, until it all became too much for Temeraire to deal with.
"I can't...I must..."
"Cum." Onyx hissed in his ear. "I want you to spend your filthy cum all over my body, you celestial slut."
Temeraire wanted to growl in response to that vile word. Instead, all he managed was a weak, strangled moan as a shiver of bliss raced across his spine. The constant assault launched upon his prostate by those hard ridges. The unnatural heat radiating from Onyx's malehood. The thick strands of precum spurted by his pseudo-phallus...
It was far too much for an anal virgin to deal with. Jaws barred, eyes scrunched shut, Temeraire thrust himself forward like a stallion ready to pierce a mare's cunt and exploded over Onyx's belly just like the serpentine dragon wanted. Thick white lances of creamy cum splattered over his onyx dark scales, covering them under a blanket of hot, gooey, fertile snow.
"Good work." Onyx unceremoniously fell on the ground, lapping at the lazy trickles of cum that still poured from the celestial's massive cock.
"My tail...it feels sticky." Temeraire pouted.
"My gift to you." Onyx pulled himself up to kiss his heaving partner, slathering Temeraire's snout with a curtain of the dragon's own creamy semen. "You'll remember this night, dragon. A male never forgets his first." He then added, departing back to his forest with his three members leaving a trail of fluids behind him.
Temeraire fell on his side. As the once-proud dragon stared over his used, messy body, all he could think was Laurence, and what the man would say once he found out that his partner -his dearest- had just been filled like a female.
"I had to." Temeraire snarled once he caught a whiff of Onyx's watery semen. "He'll understand. One day, he will understand."
The End...for now
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