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The beast stretched his forelimbs out in front of himself like a cat and opened his maw in a yawn. His tongue arched inward, and when his jaw relaxed a flicker of fire slithered from the beast's throat and dissipated in the air in front of his snout.

“Are you tired?" Roek asked his traveling companion.

The beast snorted and lay on his belly. He curved his neck in a C-shape to rest his great head beside the elf.

It's no wonder I am, Gwyth mind-spoke to his companion. I'm expected to carry the supplies and you all day.

“I often walk," the elf said while he stirred the pot he had rested on a grill over his campfire. He and his scaled companion had taken shelter under a rock ledge for the night to escape the drizzle. “I most often walk, in fact."

The supplies weigh as much as you do, anyway. The beast snorted. I'm not a pack mule, and yet I let myself be treated like one.

The elf looked to the side of himself at the beast's head, and Gwyth tilted his head to one side to look at him with one eye.

“I reward you for the effort, do I not?"

Not enough. The beast yawned again. A creature of legend, reduced to hauling cargo. I should be ashamed of myself.

“'Creature of legend,'" the elf said through a laugh. “Once, perhaps, but no more."

Gwyth snorted again.

“If that is the case, you should be especially ashamed of yourself for traveling with dragon's mortal enemy, according to legend."

I suppose legends aren't always true, the beast mind-spoke. We're nowhere near enemies.

Roek smirked at the dragon beside him. “And yet, we are nowhere near simple friends."

The creature purred—a rumble in his chest that vibrated the ground around him—and the elf's smirk stretched into a grin.

Nowhere near friends, Gwyth agreed, and rolled onto his side.

The elf petted the dragon's exposed throat. The scales were soft on Gwyth's underside, and they compressed under Roek's fingers.

“So where does that lead us, now, we who are so far from friends?"

The creature's purring deepened and he turned his underbelly completely toward his elf partner. Gwyth lifted his rear leg, exposing his genital slit, which glistened with moisture. The elf wondered how long the beast had been waiting for the conversation to turn in this direction. It usually did at some point during the day or night, and when it didn't, the two managed to find a way to touch each other to escalate their sleeping arrangements into something more than closeness for the purpose of sharing heat.

It leads us here, the beast mind-spoke. Though his words were inaudible, they took on reverberation from his purr that made Roek's insides squirm.

The beast, who was all scales, horns, teeth and talons, managed to be ferocious on his hunts, but now, when he was presenting himself to the elf, he was the picture of eroticism—forbidden eroticism. Roek should have never felt tempted by Gwyth, nor the dragon by him, but somehow, they were here—far from enemies and far from friends, but, instead, lovers. Or perhaps that was the wrong word for it.

“Here?" the elf asked while he scooted backward, closer to the beast's raised leg. His voice tried to imitate the dragon's purr and the beast chuckled—a sound like a stifled series of growls.

“Here?" Roek asked again, in a lilt, and traced his finger along the dragon's slit.

Gwyth shivered. His topside was armored against sensation, which seemed to make his underside more sensitive. It had at first surprised Roek how little touch could make the dragon wet under his fingers, but now he reveled in the sensation of power over the beast who melted under his touch.

There.

The elf dropped to his elbows and knees in front of the beast's slit and ran his tongue along it. The dragon's breath caught in his throat and he exhaled on a shudder. The beast's taste was strong on his tongue, and Roek smirked against the soft scales in front of his lips and placed a kiss on the damp slit.

You always tease me, Gwyth mind-spoke in a grumble. Why?

The elf pressed another kiss, gentler, against the slit in front of him. The head of the dragon's cock was starting to emerge.

“To be quite honest," the elf said, “I get hard feeling and seeing you shiver beneath me."

The beast arched his neck inward, bending like a swan, and nudged the elf's thigh. Roek sat up, turned toward the dragon's muzzle, and opened his legs for Gwyth, who pressed his snout between his rider's legs and inhaled his scent.

Gwyth's beak-like upper lip pressed the elf's stiffening cock against his body, and Roek squirmed and reached down to unlace his trousers. The dragon backed off several inches and waited until the elf's cock was out before he pressed his beak forward again and nudged Roek's cock against his stomach.

“Do you realize you also tease me?" the elf asked. He half-panted with the urge to feel more than beak and humid breath against his cock.

It gets me hard to see you shivering beneath me, too.

The elf leaned back and the dragon moved his tail so Roek could use it as a backrest. The elf slid his trousers to his knees and again opened his legs wider for the beast.

The dragon purred and dragged his tapered tongue up the length of the elf's cock, and Roek shivered and arched his back to press his cock closer to Gwyth's tongue.

Patience, Gwyth purred. But perhaps I'd be willing to get to the best part if you behave.

Though he loved teasing the dragon, the elf liked intimacy with the dragon more, so while the beast lapped at his cock, Roek leaned to the side and took his tongue to the creature's slit once more.

Precum beaded at the tip of the elf's cockhead while he dragged his tongue through the dragon's slit and coaxed out more than only the head of his cock. He licked over every bump and ridge of the beast-cock in front of him, and when the full length of it was exposed, he lapped at the sensitive base where it stretched Gwyth's slit taut. The dragon's abdominal muscles flexed and Roek took pleasure in the shiver that followed the beast's spine and made the end of his tail flick.

That's good, the dragon mind-spoke while he wrapped his tongue around the shaft of the Roek's cock. He wedged the narrow tip of his tongue between the elf's foreskin and the head of his cock, then pushed the skin down.

The sensation was too much and in the wrong way, but the dragon sensed that and backed off to let the foreskin slip back over the head of the elf's cock. The next time Gwyth pulled it down, he did so by wrapping his tongue around the skin.

“I thought we were past teasing?" Roek tried to sound something other than aroused beyond reason, but that was hard while he was panting. He curled his index and middle finger and slid them against the base of Gwyth's cock, then down into his slit; the dragon's breathing stuttered before resuming.

We are. The dragon pulled his head away and rolled onto his back, rear legs spread and off to the side. He stretched his forelimbs in the air in front of him and lifted his head parallel with his vulnerable underside. Without turning his head, he fixed one yellow eye on the elf and snorted a plume of flame. His slit where the his rider's fingers had been was tinged pink.

“Thank the gods we are," Roek panted. He stripped off his boots, and, following that, his trousers, tunic, and underclothes. The dragon beneath him would keep him plenty warm even if it were the deadest part of winter.

He climbed onto the beast's belly as though mounting a horse and the dragon below him purred. The vibration made his cock throb, and, eager for more touch, he scooted backward until he was able to press his cock down against the dragon's. The beast's natural lubrication slicked him, and he thrust against it to feel the ridges on the underside of the beast-cock massage him.

You know I don't like foreplay, the beast mind-spoke, and snorted.

“Yes you do." The elf slid the heel of his hand over the ten inches of cock he couldn't reach with his own and rubbed his thumb over the triangular head; the beast's purring broke on a groan before it resumed. “You simply intend to say 'fuck me' without saying 'fuck me.'"

The beast laughed in a growl. If you know what I mean, then why don't you get to it?

Roek chuckled and slid back until the head of his cock was near the beast's slit. “You are such a needy lizard."

The dragon likely would have quipped had the elf not pressed the head of his cock against the beast's slit, but, as it were, the elf pressed his cockhead against the beast's slit and nudged forward into it.

Gwyth's maw fell open and he panted—flames sizzled in the back of his throat. He muttered something in his native language, which sounded like a series of growls and warbles to the elf, but Roek knew well enough that the beast was asking for more.

“Of course," Roek purred. He pressed against the slit, then pushed his cock downward until he found the right angle and his cockhead slipped inside.

The beast's head fell backward onto the ground with a thud and he arched his back to sink the elf deeper into his slit.

It was warm and wet inside the beast. The elf felt Gwyth's strength even when inside the dragon's most vulnerable place. Gwyth flexed his muscles against his rider's cock in a death grip and both his insides and outsides tensed and shivered. The creature arched his back and rolled his hips, moving Roek with his body as though he weighed nothing.

This creature, so large, and so strong, was panting for him, and his slit was oozing and slicking Roek's cock with every movement. The elf pushed forward until he was buried entirely in Gwyth's slit and the creature groaned. The muscles in his slit contracted and the elf's cock throbbed in time with the flex.

More, the creature mind-spoke. Move inside.

“It becomes difficult to move when you—undulate," the elf said after several seconds.

The dragon chuffed and pressed his spine into the ground before he stilled. It took the elf several more seconds to gain some sort of composure, but once he did, he pulled his cock out just to hear the dragon keen.

Why? the beast asked in a grumble that contradicted how the teasing was making his slit drip.

The elf said nothing, only braced himself against the dragon's belly with one hand while his other stayed at the base of his own cock. He rubbed his cockhead against the dragon's slit, but before the creature could protest the teasing again, he rammed in to the base and the dragon's muscles shivered around him.

The beast hissed something in his native tongue, and the metallic quality of it made the Roek twitch.

Use me, Gwyth growled. Use me!

The elf had been waiting for that. Roek withdrew his cock until the only head remained in Gwyth's slit and then shoved it back into him. The beast's body throbbed around him and fluid oozed up around the elf's cock, coating him to the balls. Gwyth tilted his body up into the elf to urge him on.

Roek repeated his previous motion, but didn't tease with the one thrust. He savaged the dragon's cock-slit as though he'd never get another chance to be with Gwyth, and beneath the roughness, the dragon groaned and tensed his back to keep from pressing up into the movements so he could instead enjoy the elf being the one doing the work, for once.

The dragon turned his head to the side to rest it on the rock ground beneath him. He shut his eyes and panted, tongue out, and he arched his back when Roek pressed his stomach against him. That trapped the dragon's cock between his belly and the elf's, and every time the elf rolled his hips, his skin dragged across Gwyth's slick cock and gave him the contact he wanted desperately.

More, the creature panted, but the elf had no more to give.

The elf lowered himself onto one elbow on the creature's belly and wrapped the hand of his free arm around the dragon's cockhead. He pressed his thumb against the slick underside and rubbed where a thick nerve ran, the bulk of it partially apparent by a flaw in the ridge there. Gwyth bucked and the elf might have been thrown off had he not been near-flush with the beast.

“It makes me feel powerful to have a dragon rutting against me," the elf panted. He was coming near his end, but wanted the beast below him to find the apex of his pleasure along with him. He rubbed his stomach along the dragon's cock and continued to tease the nerve under his thumb.

The dragon was too caught-up to mind-speak. Gwyth panted and growled something in his native language, and when his back arched, the elf knew he was saying that he was getting close.

“Cum for me," Roek panted. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on the dragon's belly scales. “Cum for me, Gwyth. Cum for me."

The beast's back arched, and stayed arched, and he growled something while the floodgates opened and pleasure flooded his system.

When the dragon came, the inside of his cock-slit clenched, and Roek lost himself in the spasming around his cock and moaned. He buried deep one final time, and, while he continued to rub the pleasure out of his dragon, he came inside the beast.

They drifted down from the pleasure. The dragon lay supine again, spine straight, and the elf sat up and pulled his cock out of the dragon's slit—Gwyth shivered a final time, and once he was empty, he sighed.

They rested like that for a time, until Roek's cock was soft and the dragon's had retracted into its slit. Then the elf climbed off, and Gwyth rolled onto his side, toward the fire, and bent his head to lap his own cum off his belly. The elf didn't watch—he couldn't, because if the sound alone made his stomach squirm, then watching might have him hard again.

Your stew will burn, the dragon mind-spoke, and interrupted Roek's thoughts about cleaning his own stomach.

The elf grabbed his spoon and stirred the stew. The stew might have started to burn as it were, so he took it off the flame and set the pan in the dirt.

“It would have been polite for you to remind me earlier," the elf sighed.

He looked over his shoulder at the dragon, who nudged Roek's side with his beak. With no better way to clean himself, the elf relented and turned so the dragon could clean the cum off him. Sometimes he thought Gwyth enjoyed that part.

Why would I remind you to keep from burning your food when you give all the burnt food to me?

The elf laughed and patted the top of the beast's head, between his horns. “To be polite, as I said."

Gwyth hummed as though considering whether or not he should allow his partner to have flawless meals, and then mind spoke a no.