Breakhorn Hunter
#1 of Breakhorn (Series)
Coming home after a tiring training hunt with his peers, a dragon fledgling decides to indulge in a bit of relaxation.
This story also has a companion story readable HERE.
Nerlin heaved a tired sigh as he landed on the balcony of his home. It was only early-afternoon, but it had been a strenuous morning. There were many things for dragon fledglings to do--he had to attend classes for math, language, history, science, and numerous other things, as well as taking flight school to learn and master the use of his wings. However, once a week he also had to go on a training hunt.
Nowadays, dragons living in the City of Wings didn't hunt for food since it was much more efficient to raise animals in a farm, but training hunts were an old tradition that had been passed down for a long, long time. In one of these training hunts, a group of six fledglings of similar age would work together under the supervision of a master hunter, learning how to hunt prey from the ground and from the air. That was the basic idea, but things never went as planned.
They usually only hunted small game such as deer or boars, the sort of targets that Nerlin could easily kill on his own, but being forced to hunt alongside five of his peers just made things complicated. Someone would end up out of position, or would make too much noise and spook their prey, or they might even just miss a pounce. It was all a frustrating mess.
Nerlin used his tail to push the balcony door shut behind him. His family lived in a three-bedroom apartment; there was the master bedroom for his parents, as well as one bedroom each for him and his sister. It would have been nice to live in a bigger house, of course, but space was limited in the city and bigger homes were proportionally more expensive.
The fledgling walked around the house, looking to see if anyone else was at home. "Hello! Anyone home?" He stuck his head into the kitchen, dining room, his parents' bedroom, and finally his sister's room, but the whole house was deserted except for him. His parents were busy with their jobs and probably wouldn't be back till evening (or night), and for today his sister's classes would also end late. He had the whole house all to himself for a few hours.
Nerlin walked over to his room and took off his flight harness, removing the grid of belts and pouches that helped him carry things whilst walking or flying. I can't wait to wash all this grime and dirt off my scales. Camouflage paint is so annoying.
His scales were bright red--a very nice colour (in his humble and biased opinion), but not a very stealthy one. As such, he needed to apply a layer of green and black paint over all his scales (even including his head and tail) before each training hunt. It was time-consuming and bothersome, but it was necessary to blend in with the vegetation if they were hunting on the ground.
After a long exhausting hunt, he needed a good shower to clean himself off, and then he'd take a warm nap in the sun. Nerlin strolled into the common shower room that was shared between him and his sister, but then he had a better idea. No one else will be home until evening, so I can take my time. He instead went to his parent's bedroom and entered the larger, connected bathroom. Now that he was all alone, he'd indulge in a nice, relaxing bath.
Nerlin twisted the taps open and watched as the bathtub began to fill with water. He had first taken a quick shower to wash himself clean, so he didn't bother to add any soap into the rising water.
Once the bathtub was around half filled, he carefully dipped the tip of his tail into the water to test its temperature. Satisfied that it wasn't too hot, he lifted his legs one at a time and stepped into the tub. When he lowered himself down, the warm water immediately rose up to cover his belly, then his sides. Oh, that feels good!
The taps were still running as he sat in the bath. The water gradually rose until his whole body was immersed, with the exception of his wings, head, and the tip of his tail that dangled over the edge of the tub. The bath was mostly full now, so he shut off the taps.
Nerlin took a moment to savour the feeling of warmth and pressure that was fully encompassing his body. Taking a hot bath always relaxed him, and he was glad that his family could afford the minor luxury of owning a bathtub. Resting on his chest and belly, he took a deep breath and held it for as long as he could, and then he exhaled slowly. Breathe in, breathe out. This is great...
After a few minutes, he reached towards the small control panel mounted in the tub and pressed a button. With a soft rumble, jets of water began shooting out from several different locations in the side of the bathtub. Nerlin hummed in pleasure as the pulsing water massaged at his scales. It had been several months since he'd taken the time to enjoy a slow hot bath instead of merely showering quickly to clean his body.
If he was going to enjoy his relaxing bath, he might as well go all out. Nerlin glanced over to the bathroom's countertop where a few dozen bottles were arranged in a haphazard collection. Most of them contained some variant of soap or scale polish, but those weren't what he was looking for. "I thought we had bath salts?" muttered the young dragon.
One particular bottle managed to catch his attention. It was hidden at the back, but he could read some of the label. "Fragrance oil...aromatic and sensual...? Ok, I guess that works."
Nerlin stretched his tail over to the countertop and grabbed the small bottle with the prehensile tip of his tail. He popped off the cap and poured a small amount of the liquid into the churning water, which was now being well agitated by the bath jets. Placing down the fragrance bottle on the rim of the tub, he closed his eyes to relax. Yeah. This is nice. A good bath is one of life's small pleasures.
As Nerlin sat in the water, his mind started to wander back to today's training hunt. He and the five other fledglings had been hunting a deer together. It was supposed to teach them teamwork and communication, but all it taught him was that if you wanted something done properly, you had to do it yourself. He wouldn't have said that his fellow fledglings were completely terrible at hunting, but it seemed like some of them weren't putting in their full effort.
Today, for example--in the first half of the training hunt they had been trying to encircle a deer such that whichever way it ran, there would be a dragon waiting to ambush it. No escape! The six young hunters had spent one whole hour tracking and slowly sneaking up on their prey, but then all that hard work had gone to waste. One of the other fledglings had jumped too early, and then another different fledgling had completely missed her pounce! How could anyone miss a pounce? Nerlin growled in annoyance, but then he shook his head. No need to dwell on that; he was just going to relax and enjoy his bath.
That fragrance oil, whatever it was, smelled really nice. He'd been expecting some sort of flowery or fruity scent, but instead it was an earthy, warm smell that reminded him of some spice. Nerlin blinked his eyes lazily. Curious to find out exactly what the scent was supposed to be, he reached over to grab the bottle and see what was on the label, but his forepaw accidently hit the glass bottle and it tipped over towards the tub.
Nerlin hurriedly picked up and righted the bottle, but even in that short time it looked like about a quarter of the bottle's clear liquid had splashed into the water. _Whoops! I hope this isn't some expensive aromatherapy thing that mother bought._Anxious not to let that mistake be repeated, he capped the bottle and carefully placed it back down.
The spray jets churned and mixed the bathwater, so whatever the fragrance was, its smell was now much, much stronger. Nerlin took a deep breath. This is a lovely smell, but I don't feel that relaxed anymore. It's almost...energizing? The scent made him think of pumping his wings to dive rapidly through the air, and of leaping at prey and sinking his teeth deep into bloody flesh.
One particular memory came to mind. For the second half of today's training hunt the fledglings had split into pairs to hunt on the plains, so he and another fledgling named Pyxis had finally managed to catch something--a juvenile breakhorn. By working together and swooping at the stampede from different directions, they had separated the calf from its herd and brought it down. Nerlin couldn't forget the intense rush that he'd felt on making the kill. Crashing onto the calf's back to drive it to the ground, then seeing Pyxis's bloody grin as she crushed its throat--that thrill made up for all the time they'd wasted earlier.
It was a joint kill, so they'd split the horns (one each, of course). But to decide who got to carry the calf home and eat it with their family for dinner, they had held a mock duel. The fight wasn't from rivalry or to settle a hostile dispute, but just a friendly competition to see who could beat the other. The winner took the breakhorn home, and the loser would get whatever they hunted next week.
But when Pyxis had roared at him, daring him to see if he could best her--that was the feeling he was getting now. It was that same drive of passion that had made him roar back at her and meet her challenge proudly. Then when they had been tussling on the ground, pushing and rubbing against each other's scales as they had both tried to pin down their opponent's neck--that made him feel so good...
Wait, what? Nerlin blinked his eyes in surprise. Now he was getting an entirely different sensation; one that originated in his lower belly. He straightened his forelegs and sat back on his haunches, pushing out of the water so that he could gaze down between his rear legs, and there it was.
His penis had chosen this moment to present itself. Right between his two hindlimbs there was a cleft between the numerous smooth scales of his underbelly, and now his penis was swelling with blood to push itself out of his genital slit and lengthen. His phallus was smooth unscaled flesh which tapered to a tip, and its colour was slightly darker than the surrounding reddish scales of his underbelly. It grew longer and thicker as he watched, emerging in steady throbs that were in time with his heartbeat.
Nerlin glanced up to the bathroom door, checking to make sure that it was locked even if no one else was home. This was all part of growing up, he knew. From young, his parents had explained to his that his genital slit was a special, private part of his anatomy.
Two years ago as part of the school classes which all fledglings had to attend, the city's Education Division had spent a good few hours explaining several biological facts in shocking but fascinating detail. Nerlin could still remember those series of lessons. For the first time ever, the class had been split into males and females. They'd been taken to different classrooms and given several long presentations filled with scientific diagrams and medical terminology, followed by question and answers sessions that had always stretched far past the class's usual end time. This was repeated for several days.
After that they'd been thrown back together and mixed up, forced to sit in rows with alternating male and female fledglings. And then those same lessons were repeated, just to make sure that they'd gotten the message.
"Hello, students. Welcome back to the most awkward lesson of your life!"
Standing at the front, the teacher pointed to a huge diagram that featured close ups of the nether regions of a drake and a drakka, both labelled in gloriously perfect medical detail. "Behold, anatomy! If you look down right now, you may recognize a few things. Hopefully your own equipment is less engorged, of course. You there! Why are you looking to the side? This diagram here is much bigger than whatever he's got."
"Oh by the stars above..." squeaked one of the other fledglings. Nerlin couldn't tell who it was, and he didn't turn his head to check. After everything he had learned this week, he wasn't sure he could look at his fellow schoolmates in the same way as he had before. He'd spent all the years of his childhood making friends with both male and female younglings alike, but now all of a sudden everything was changed. He had never been so acutely aware of the specific differences between sexes.
"This will happen to all of you!" the teacher continued. "It might even have already begun for some of you. Congratulations! Don't be too embarrassed, this is the last part of growing up. Everyone tells you that you are a drakken when you develop your firebreath, or your stone magic, or whatever else your inner affinity is, but that's only half of it. This is the other half. You used to be children, but now you are old enough to make your own children! You'd better get used to it."
It would take a few weeks for the awkward silence to fade away, and for everyone to go back to just being friends and schoolmates.
Back in his bathtub, Nerlin stared blankly at his own erection, unsure of what to think. Adult dragons could mount each other, and when they did that they were mating. That was how eggs were made, but drakken could couple with each other just for the pleasure of it. It had all seemed so abstract and passionless when they'd been teaching it, as if having sex was just a decision that two people came to after careful planning and negotiation. And now that he was almost an adult, he'd be able to do that soon.
This wasn't the first time Nerlin had gotten an erection, of course; he'd been getting them for as long as he could remember, even when he had been a tiny hatchling. While bathing, he had always needed to wash inside his genital slit to keep himself clean. And whenever he felt the urge to urinate, he could flex the muscles of his genital slit to push out the tip of his penis. In addition, sometimes he would just find his phallus erect and protruding when he woke up in the morning.
But in the last year his erections had started to become different, just as the lessons had mentioned they would. He'd started to grow erect at random (sometimes embarrassing) times and without feeling the urge to urinate. And while his morning erections used to be occasional events, now it was a certain fact that every morning he would wake up with his penis fully erect and proudly jutting out from his underbelly. His reproductive organ was also noticeably bigger than it used to be, and now sometimes there would be a slight bulge at the base of his shaft when it was fully erect, as it was now.
Nerlin hesitantly used one of his forepaws to tap at his erection. His reproductive organ deflected as he pushed it, and then returned to its original angle once his paw moved away. "Why are you out? Go back in, please," he muttered.
A sudden thought occurred to him, and the fledgling reached out of the bathtub to pick up that bottle of fragrance. He peered closely at the label and read the words more carefully. "Fragrance Oil: Intimate Essence. Aromatic and sensual, highly potent...?"
Did that mean what he suspected it did? Nerlin flipped the bottle around and closely examined the label on the back. "Special composition designed to induce arousal based on natural pheromones. Works for drakes and drakka alike. Guaranteed to build passion and add attraction to any intimate encounter...?!"
Oh. Oh, this is definitely not bath oil. I should have read the label more carefully!_Nerlin put the bottle back down. He felt foolish and self-conscious, but also very aroused. _Why is something like this even here? I guess mother and father must use this when they... when they mate with each other.
Nerlin feel uncomfortable even just looking at that fragrance bottle. Obviously his parents must have had sex since he existed at all, but the thought of them mounting_each other and _thrusting back and forth until they climaxed as his father ejaculated into his mother was rather embarrassing. Not that there was anything wrong with such a physical act, but it was between them! It felt like he was getting a glimpse of the personal, most private matters; something that they shared with only each other and no one else.
The fledgling stood up in the tub and lifted his weight out of the water. His erection came out of the water as well, bumping against his belly as if to remind him it was there, but he ignored it and stretched out his tail to quickly put the bottle back on the countertop where he'd found it.
So, this is...something, he though, but he didn't know what to do. No wonder he'd been enjoying that smell, it was a mating aphrodisiac! Nerlin was an older fledgling near the age boundary of becoming a young adult, and now his body was happily reacting to that scent even though his mind tried to ignore it. He poked his erection again, but it was still as firm and hard as before. "This was an honest mistake. There is no reason for you to be here. I'm still single and I don't think that's changing anytime soon. So if you could please just get soft again, I can go back to enjoying my bath," he muttered to himself.
Nerlin bent his neck and peered down at his penis, which was dangling between his legs and twitching faintly with his heartbeat. He wondered what would a drakka say when she saw it, or how it would feel when he finally got to put it inside someone else's slit.
He tried to flex one particular muscle within his abdomen, the muscle that he'd learned to use whenever he needed to push out his penis to urinate, and his reproductive organ jerked immediately in response and seemed to get just a little bit more stiff and engorged with blood. If he swayed his body, his erection would sway as well, bobbing from side to side with a slight delay due to elasticity. The fledgling tried rocking his hips up and down; if he got the rhythm just right, his erection would bounce against his belly then swing down so it was dangling between his legs, then it would spring back up and bounce off his underbelly again.
"Hehe..." Nerlin let out a soft chuckle of amusement, but his motions were creating waves in the bathtub so he stopped before the water splashed onto the floor. He could dry off now and go do something else, but he had been looking forward to a long, relaxing hot bath. Now he'd spent only five minutes in the water, maybe ten? After going through all the trouble of filling the tub, he decided that he was at least going to sit here until the water got cold.
He lowered himself back into the tub. But as the water surged up and covered his body again, one of the water jets briefly washed across his penis and made him shudder. What a strange sensation. Nerlin adjusted himself so the jet was directly hitting his phallus again, and the sensation returned immediately. It was almost like intense tickle; he wanted to pull away, but simultaneously he wanted to push himself closer and let the feeling intensify. Interesting...
The fledgling moved towards the jet outlet, and the tickling sensation got stronger and stronger. Nerlin bent his hindlegs so his rump was almost touching the ground and placed his forepaws on the rim of the bathtub so he could push his crotch closer to the jet, but there came a point where he couldn't get any closer because the tickling just got too intense and he had to back away slightly.
"Uh...! This is new..." he murmured to himself. This was a completely new experience for him. At first he'd just been curious about the strange sensations coming from his phallus, but now the feelings were becoming distinctly pleasurable. He tried tilting his hips at various positions so the jet caressed his crotch from different angles, and it seemed that the pleasurable sensations were maximized when his phallus was pointing directly at the outlet and the rushing water was on all sides of his erection.
"This feels...great. Really great!" Nerlin thought to himself. He glanced down at his own underbelly, watching his penis sway slightly as the water buffeted it. How could anything feel this good? The water blasting at him created a pulsing, tingling sensation that was like nothing else he'd ever felt. No single part of him had ever made him feel so nice; the sensations were simply indescribable. He felt overwhelmed by the pleasure rushing from his penis.
If this was how it felt like to mate with a drakka, then it was no wonder drakken seemed to describe mating as such an enjoyable experience. The feelings inside his underbelly continue to grow and grow, building up stronger and stronger.
Nerlin struggled to keep himself still. Occasionally his hips would buck slightly as he felt an incredible desire to thrust forward, but every time he did so, his penis would slip out of the water stream and he had to lower himself back down so that the stimulation would continue. He closed his eyes and focused on that glorious sensation, holding himself steady in the jet.
It was as if he'd started to dream. Instead of being focused on his surroundings, his mind drifted back to what had happened earlier today. At the thought of that mock duel against Pyxis, another shudder ran down his back.
At the time he had been so determined to triumph in the duel. Not that he really wanted to eat the breakhorn calf, but because he'd just been possessed by a mad desire to win. To show his hunting partner that he was strong and capable and fit, even though he wasn't usually so competitive and neither was Pyxis. She was usually a quiet fledgling who kept to herself, but after that exhilarating hunt she'd grinned widely at him with her snout painted with blood, and roared a challenge.
The way she'd looked with her dark blue scales; they were coloured like a deep dark ocean on her back, but they lightened to a sky-blue on her sides, and her underbelly was a pale shade of cyan. Nerlin had noticed that fact when he'd nearly managed to pin Pyxis during that fight; that was when he'd pushed her onto her back and climbed over her body to try and get his jaws around her neck.
Nerlin moaned softly as he remembered just how it had felt to press against Pyxis as they'd been struggling against each other. Under her smooth scales, he had felt her muscles contracting as she'd tensed up and prepared to kick him onto his side. She was slender and thin, but still very capable. Pyxis had surprised him with a jab to his ribcage using her tail, and then she'd shoved Nerlin onto his back and got her teeth around _his_neck. He'd lost the fight, but he'd gladly do it again regardless.
"Grr..." Pyxis growled. Her teeth closed around Nerlin's throat and her weight pressed down on his chest and torso.
"No!" hissed Nerlin. It's not...over... He tried to find some way to use his paws to push Pyxis off, but then her grip on his throat tightened and he stopped struggling. "Ok, stop! I yield."
They were both quiet and immobile for a few seconds. Then Pyxis released her jaws, but she made no attempt to lift her weight off him. "Heh, I win!" she chirped, sounding almost surprised by her victory.
"You win," agreed Nerlin. Since he'd already yielded the duel to Pyxis and the fight was over, the appropriate course of action was for her to get off him. But yet she didn't move, and he didn't ask her to. They just lay there in the same position--Nerlin on his back, Pyxis on top of him--both pressed up against each other. Nerlin wasn't injured or totally exhausted, and he didn't think Pyxis was either, but still they didn't move.
"You know, that was really fun," Pyxis murmured.
"Yeah. I wish we did duelling classes more often during the training hunts, instead of always hunting classes," replied Nerlin, raising his head to stare at his hunting partner.
"It's a different kind of fun," agreed Pyxis. "Nice work on that breakhorn, by the way. You flew well."
"You too! You clearly know how to bite throats," Nerlin said.
In all their tussling and fighting, they'd rubbed off quite a bit of camouflage paint from each other's scales, especially their chests. Nerlin's natural red colour was now visible, as was Pyxis's blue. "Hmm, blue is a nice colour..." thought Nerlin.
Suddenly Pyxis glanced up at something else. She blushed, her scale plates tinting from blue to a light purple as blood rushed into them, and then she stood up sharply and jumped off him.
Nerlin rolled to his feet, and the ground shook slightly as a larger dragon landed beside the two fledglings. "Well done! That's how it's done," said the master hunter. "_Outstanding_teamwork on that kill!"
Another pair of fledglings landed beside them as well. "Whoa, you actually got it! Nice!" exclaimed one of them.
"Heh. Looks like it left its mark on you before you killed it!" said the second fledgling, nodding to Nerlin. "Or at least, someone did."
Nerlin glanced down. A bloody bite-mark was now visible on his throat where Pyxis had bit him during the climax of their duel. But she hadn't hurt him; it was just the breakhorn's blood, fresh from her mouth after she'd applied the killing bite to the calf.
If they hadn't been hunting on the plains where all the other fledglings could easily see what everyone else was doing, who knows what might have happened? Perhaps if they'd instead been in the forest, where the trees would provide a bit more concealment, then after the thrilling exhilaration of a successful hunt their duel would have ended a little differently.
Nerlin imagined holding Pyxis close again, but this time they weren't fighting. This time they were doing something else. There was no camouflage paint marring her beautifully blue scales; her muzzle had only a faint smile on it, not blood from a breakhorn. Pyxis turned around to face away from him, threw back a coy glance to check he was still watching her, and then she raised her tail up invitingly...
Nerlin blinked his eyes open and gasped aloud. Water sloshed around his hindlegs as he stood up suddenly. Wait, am I...am I actually fantasizing about Pyxis? About mating with her? That's not right--she's my schoolmate and friend! I wouldn't just... Well, actually I would. She's really cute.
Raising a forepaw, Nerlin rubbed his throat, remembering how it had felt when Pyxis had left her mark on him. How could he be thinking these things about his friend? If she somehow learned about the naughty thoughts he was having, she would probably be disgusted with him.
Or perhaps interested?
"Well, there's no way I'm finding out," Nerlin said quietly to himself. He reached down and gripped his penis, feeling the hard, spongy flesh with his paw. "This is your fault, making me think all these adult things about my friend." But when he squeezed his erect length, the sensation made him clench his teeth. "How come that feels so good?"
Nerlin tried to stop thinking lewd thoughts about Pyxis, but he couldn't forget how his body felt. Still holding on to his phallus, he lowered himself into the water and let the jet start massaging him again. His paw was covering half of his shaft, but still he could feel that intense, overwhelming pleasure. He snatched his paw away and let the jet of water massage his full erection. "Ah...ha..." he moaned. This felt so good; he could just keep doing this forever.
Nerlin reached over to the control panel and tried to push the button that would increase the jet speed, but instead he accidentally hit the 'off' button. The water stopped flowing and he glanced over to the panel in annoyance. He tapped the speed control until the lights displayed maximum, and then he pushed the 'on' button.
"Whoa...!" Nerlin gasped loudly and jerked his phallus out of the water stream. The jet was blasting with such intensity that he couldn't bear to have such harsh, direct stimulation on his sensitive flesh. He reached for the control panel and reduced the speed down to a medium setting, and this time it was much better. He pushed his erection back into the jet of water and hummed in satisfaction at the sensation.
It felt like he was balancing on the edge of a cliff. He wanted to feel more and more of the pleasure, but if he experienced too much at once, then the overly intense sensitivity made him uncomfortable. Nerlin slowly let the pleasure build up as that glorious feeling in his groin got stronger and stronger. How long could he keep doing this? It felt like something was coming, but he didn't know what.
Suddenly Nerlin had to straighten up and pull out of the water stream as the sensation abruptly intensified. "Sss!" He inhaled sharply, gasping breath through his teeth, and glanced down at his phallus. Nothing seemed different, yet suddenly getting any stimulation at all made him feel extremely_tingly_, like he was being tickled through his underbelly. The fledgling stared for a few moments, wondering what was happening, and then he tried to return his penis to the water jet. This time the intense feeling seemed to build up quicker, but Nerlin forced himself to remain still instead of pulling away. He felt almost too sensitive to tolerate the pulsing water jet, but he pressed on and let that feeling build.
And then without any warning it began. He had thought that things had felt good before, but that was nothing compared to what happened next. The pleasure surged in a gentle burst, and all the muscles in his underbelly seemed to clench briefly. Nerlin's claws extended out of his forepaws as he gripped the rim of the tub, and he swayed as he balanced on his hindlegs and his tail. What? What was that? Oh, it's... it's happening again...ahh!
The incredible sensation in his phallus started peaking once more, and it was as if that feeling had taken full control of his body. His limbs locked in position and he felt that burst of pleasure again, but this time it didn't stop. It went on and on, and the muscles in his groin clamped down hard and didn't release.
For the first time in his life, the young male dragon was experiencing the most intimate and intense of physical sensations. All he felt was continuous pleasure, but numerous glands and muscles in his underbelly were kicking into action for the very first time, running through a highly complex reflex sequence that had one precise outcome. His body knew exactly what it was doing, but his mind was just a passenger along for the ride. "Rahh, gahhhhhh..." moaned Nerlin, unable to do anything as the feeling washed over him.
He could see something happening to his penis--the spherical bulge at the base swelled up, gradually growing to almost twice the usual diameter and turning darker as it engorged with blood. It felt so sensitive and warm, even more so than the rest of his penis. Once it had reached full size, the pleasure diminished just for a brief second and Nerlin managed to get off one coherent thought. Oh, that's a knot. I've got a knot now. Good to know that works...
Then his orgasm slammed into him.
A wave of pleasure swept from the base of his tail to the tip of his phallus, and it felt so undeniably wonderful that all the muscles deep in his underbelly automatically clenched and squeezed in response. His penis twitched, and Nerlin let out a wordless, choked, gasp. "Ah--!"
Within a split second and before he could even recover, the pulse of pleasure swept through his body again and all his muscles clenched in unison once more. "Ahhh!" This time a cloud of thick, whitish liquid spurted out from the tip of his penis, and it was instantly whipped away by the water jet that was still massaging him.
The potent pleasure surged through him a third time and another even larger burst of the whitish liquid shot from his phallus. "Rggrrahhh! Ha... Ahhh..." He couldn't control or stop what was happening to him, not that he even wanted to. It was completely irresistible and unbelievably satisfying.
A forth throb of pleasure racked through his body, and Nerlin shuddered as his penis released even more liquid. His eyes were half-closed and his jaw was slack.
The rhythmic spasms of pleasure kept coming, as did the accompanying pulses of white liquid. Contract and relax, contract and relax. His muscles were acting completely on their own initiative. The pleasure made Nerlin's mind blank out and he could do nothing but moan as his penis twitched again, and again, and again as he released his seed, each pulse bringing with it overwhelming pleasure that forced his tail to twitch and his face to involuntarily contort into a snarl.
Eventually the pulses started to slow down and grow irregular as his body finally depleted its seminal load. The intense pleasure finally faded away and his penis twitched one last time, but no more liquid emerged from its tip.
Nerlin blinked, gradually realising that he was back in control of his body. He reached over to the bathtub's control panel and shut off the water jets. Wow, that was really intense. They never taught us that it would feel so good.
He grasped his penis with a forepaw, slowly running his grip down the shaft. The knot at the base was still swollen, although not as much as it had been at his peak. When he squeezed this portion or his penis there was a miniature wave of pleasure again and his muscles twitched in a brief echo of his orgasm, but then he felt the flesh start to soften and his whole erection began to shrink and recede back into his genital slit. About a minute later, his erection was completely gone.
The whitish liquid was still there, however. The bathwater had gone from clear and clean, to ever so slightly cloudy. So that's what they call semen; it's my semen. I wonder how long I have been able to do this? If nothing else, this all proved that his body was sexually mature, even if legally he wasn't considered an adult drakken until he got his magic.
With all the water already in the bath it was difficult to estimate exactly how much semen he had released. It was a little bit disgusting, but then there was nothing inherently dirty about his own seed, right? It wasn't a waste product to be expelled; it was something which could theoretically create life. Hmm, the water is filled with my semen now. If that stuff gets into a drakka and she was in heat, it would grow into an egg. So there are millions and millions of my sperm cells just swimming around me right now, looking for an egg to fertilize. How weird.
Nerlin stood up and slowly stepped out of the tub, letting the water slide off his scales. He opened the drain stopper and water started to flow out of the bathtub. The fledgling wiped his four paws dry on the floor towel, and then he shook himself all over and sent water flying everywhere. He stopped when his scales felt dry enough and glanced back into the bathtub.
The water was swirling and forming a vortex as the tub finished emptying; all his semen was sucked down the drain and it didn't look like there was any evidence of what he'd just done.
Nerlin shook himself again just to get his scales as dry as much as he could, and then he unlocked the bathroom door and hesitantly looked into the corridor. In that moment of absolute sexual bliss, he hadn't cared about how loud he was being. He had definitely been moaning, but had he let out a roar? Now his mind was completely clear of that distracting, arousing influence and he suddenly felt self-conscious again, but no one was home to ask him any awkward questions.
Nerlin padded down the corridor and headed back to his room. His sexual desire had been completely quenched and replaced by a deep sense of relaxed calm. After today's experience he felt drained and tired but in a good, satisfied way. All he wanted to do now was to curl up next to the window and take a warm nap under the sun.
Hopefully he would be paired up with Pyxis for next week's training hunt. For some reason he couldn't explain, his hearts seemed to leap in his chest at the thought of seeing her again.
END
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