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The crisp winter air buffeted him, holding him in its embrace. Cold; cold against the scales of his body and the thin membranes of his stretched, occasionally-flapping wings, but not cold enough to reach the eternal inferno burning in his breast and through his bones. He loved this; flying high above the world, looking down and seeing it pass below him, and escaping from the cares of his existence for a while.

Of course, all things come to an end, and his flight was no different. Caristos, the Crimson Dragon of the Hennae Mountains--former, but details--felt his heartbeat quicken as his destination came into sight. The cliff that sat about halfway up the mountainside overlooked the snow-filled valley below, large enough for a pair of dragons to romp around easily--even at their adult size--and relatively flat; though a few large boulders--gifts from the mountain's peak above--sat here and there on the rocky shelf. And there, in the sheer face of the mountain and glowing with a faint, warm light, was the lair of his brother.

Caristos dropped down, once more feeling the rush of air over his lithe, scaly body, and then the impact of the earth on his four legs. He stretched--neck, wings, fore- and hind limbs, and then tail--and looked around. "Brother?" He called out, voice high and fluting in the thin mountain air as he searched around for any sign of the larger, older drake.

The scent of the other dragon, pungent and virile; and sending a shiver down the length of Caristos' spine and warmth down into his belly. The sound of his paws padding over the loose pebbles and occasional drift of cold snow. The occasional shadows shifting behind the boulders and catching his eye. The dragon turned his head this way and that, but couldn't find any hint of the dragon he was looking for. "Calt-?"

A snarling roar. An impact against his side, sending his breath gusting out of him in a pained gasp as the world upended itself. A presence appearing seemingly out of thin air, suddenly against--on top of--him and pinning Caristos down flat on his back. The clawed forepaw on his throat cut the dragon's airflow off, making him cough and groan in pain. His tear-pricked eyes stared up at the shimmering mass looming over him until it resolved itself into a massive, strong, crimson-scaled form. A familiar form.

His brother, Caltoras of Speartip Peak.

The snarl on the older dragon's face quickly shifted into a wide, toothy grin as Caltoras leaned in to let a hot puff of breath wash over Caristos' face. "I see both your senses and your wits are as dull as ever, little brother." Caltoras' snout brushed along his brother's neck, and a surge of heat burned under the scales on the younger dragon's cheeks. "Still can't defend yourself from a surprise attack, hm? It's a wonder you haven't had your throat torn out yet."

"Brother..." Shame dropped like a stone into the younger dragon's gut at the whine in his voice as he pushed his forepaws against Caltoras' chest; his broad, hard-scaled, powerful chest. Embarrassment burned in Caristos' face like a flame as he took in the position they were in; he was on his back below the older drake, limbs splayed and helpless, and his brother's body--Caltoras' underbelly and the expanse between the other dragon's hind legs--was inches from pressing against his own. The younger drake forced a snarl onto his own face as he glowered up at his brother. "Doesn't help when you use magic trickery like that."

"One must use every weapon in their arsenal if they want to thrive. I just happen to have a bigger arsenal than most." His grin closed into a smirk as his eyes flashed, and Caristos tried not to think about other things his brother had that were probably bigger than most.

"Alright, alright, you win. Release me... p-please." He knew that was what his brother was waiting for--the submission, the admission that he was weaker and that Caltoras was stronger--and it was forced out of him with barely any struggle at all.

Caltoras growled. "You're no fun at all." Still, the older dragon lifted himself off the pinned drake. He moved away to sit on his haunches while Caristos rolled back onto his belly. "What are you even doing here, Caristos? I must say that your message surprised me. It's been... what, two centuries since we've seen each other? Two and a half?"

Caristos began to rise onto all fours, but a glance from the older dragon weakened his limbs and pushed his underbelly down against the cold stone."What, can't I wish to visit my dear brother every once in a while?"

A snort of derision. "We both know I've better things to do with my time than entertain idle chitchat." Caltoras' tail flicked as he looked his younger brother over. "Come on, out with it."

The younger dragon dropped his gaze, idly scraping a claw through a drift of snow. His jaw opened, and then closed. Under his scales, his face burned. He gulped, and then finally spoke. "Well... it's a bit of a long story, but..."

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Roaring peals of laughter echoed through the valley, bouncing off the rocky cliffs and peaks. Caristos watched as Caltoras shook and heaved, the younger brother scowling at the elder's mocking, mean-spirited hysterics. "It's not funny!"

"Oh, I beg to differ." After letting out a few more chortles, Caltoras sighed and made a show of wiping tears of mirth from his eyes with his claws. "Caristos of the Heannae Mountains... ousted from his territory by a blue-scaled little upstart whelp. And now you come to me, begging for shelter while you lick your wounds." He sniggered, settling onto the cave floor and giving the younger dragon a wide, toothy, vicious grin. "You've always been pathetic, little brother, but this..."

Caristos hung his head in shame. "He used trickery to get in close while I was sleeping, and had me pinned before I even knew he was there. What was I supposed to do?"

"True, you do have a weakness for being pinned down by other males."

Caristos jerked. He looked to his brother, eyes wide and fearful, but quickly schooled his expression into a--less potent than the older dragon's--sneer when he saw that his brother's gaze was still mocking, condescending; but held none of the fire he'd both wanted and dreaded to see from him. "Well, what would you have done in that situation, then?"

"I would have rolled him over, lifted his tail, and showed him what happens when you mess with a crimson dragon, of course." The older drake snorted. "If a damned blue thought to try taking my territory, I would have demonstrated just how I've been able to keep it for so long." He rose to all fours, stretching and letting his ample musculature bulge and flex; and drawing a furtive, appreciative look or several from Caristos. The younger dragon's cheeks and snout burned as he allowed his eyes to take in every inch of the elder--from his broad, sharp-toothed, handsome face down his crested, crimson-scaled body to his brother's flicking tailtip--and immediately looked away when Caltoras glanced over to give his brother a smug smirk. "It's been a while since I've put an uppity drake in their place... and even longer since I've made one into my willing clutch-holder."

"Y-you mean...?"

Caltoras stretched, lifting one hind-leg; and allowing Caristos to catch a glimpse of the taut, tight slit set in the older dragon's crotch. "It isn't just the females who're eager to lift their tails and feel my drakehood pumping them full of my loads."

Caristos disguised a low rumble in his throat behind a cough, and pressed his own crotch against the cold stone beneath him to suppress the sudden throbbing between his own hind legs. Hearing the older male speak so casually about his conquests sent a thrill down the younger dragon's spine as he looked to his brother. Big, strong, virile Caltoras; the one he'd looked up to since he'd hatched, and--to his shame--the one who often showed up in his dreams of passionate rutting during cold, lonely nights. And now, the older drake's bragging filled Caristos' head with visions of the larger male and his breeding exploits. Caltoras pinning down another drake. Growling and biting the male's throat. Slipping his breeding tool under Caristos' lifted tail.

Another cough, and the younger brother cleared his throat. "They actually... bear your clutch?"

"Indeed." Caltoras, never one to miss an opportunity to show off, preened as his hips slowly rocked in a pantomime of thrusting into a warm, wet hole. "My seed is potent enough to turn even the most masculine of drakes into a breeder. And oh, the males I've shamed by rutting their mates, only to have them turn around and present themselves for my cocks..."

"So you've... bred a lot, then." Caristos gulped. "Females... and males."

"Oh, yes. There was that younger drake who thought to establish a claim on the mountain a few leagues from here... Last I checked, he was caring for our hatchlings like a good little dam." Caltoras sat tall and proud, eager to boast about his encounters. "Many old, powerful drakes in this region who'd never even considered other males before are now my eager cumdumps. They beg for my drakehood every time I deign to visit..." He chuckled. "There was even an old matriarch a ways to the south whom I'd bred, only to have her mate discover us. When the elder saw the size of my cocks, he couldn't hide his desire to submit to me..." The older dragon's jaws parted, panting out a cloud of steam as the memory seemed to affect him. "I rutted that old male for a week straight. And when my seed took, the clutch he bore was thrice the size that came from his mate--sorry, former mate." That self-satisfied grin that Caristos had grown so familiar with during their adolescence stretched his older brother's lips once more.

It was harder to suppress the next groan of arousal that threatened to burst from Caristos' maw. He realized that he could feel his own cocks pushing from his slit, pulsing against the scales of his thighs, and pressed his hind legs together while curling his tail over himself. The thought of his brother's twin, throbbing, potent shafts plunging into a tight, moist, male tailhole--his tailhole--wouldn't leave the younger dragon's mind. Despite--because of--his brother's superior attitude--and the power he possessed to back it up--Caristos had always found himself fond of--attracted to--the older male; and now here he was, listening to the other male's stories of breeding and dominance and trying not to get achingly, needfully, obviously aroused.

"And what about you, little brother?" Caristos jerked out of his thoughts and looked up to meet his brother's smirking gaze. "How many clutches have you sired, hm? How many females have you bred?" He sniggered. "Or perhaps males are more your fancy?"

"Uh..." the younger drake stuttered. He stammered. He tucked his tail in tight between his legs--blushed as the underside of it ground against his emerging erections--and cleared his throat once more. "I've been... more focused on other things."

"So have I, but I've still had time to sire plenty of hatchlings in between expanding my hoard and studying the arcane arts." The older dragon padded closer, and Caristos could only thank the spirits that his brother was upwind from him; though the rich scent wafting from the older male only made the little problems growing between Caristos' thighs pulse all the more insistently. "Come, out with it, little brother." Caltoras' wing-knuckle smacked at the younger drake's shoulder. "Give me a number. How many?"

Caristos let out a weak growl as the knot of shame in his belly tightened. "...N-none..."

"None?" Caltoras leaned in close, leering at the younger dragon and snorting a puff of steam against Caristos' hot cheek. "Do my ears deceive me? Is little Caristos a virgin?" Another peal of roaring laughter echoed through the valley.

The younger dragon snarled, snapping at his elder brother's snout; of course, Caltoras easily dodged and then pressed in close to him again. "It's not funny!"

"Oh, I beg to differ." Chortling and sniggering still rumbled in Caltoras' throat as he slung a wing over his brother's back; the sheer difference in size between the two only grew more apparent, and Caristos' face burned as he craned his neck to look up at his brother. "Though I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised. Just look at you, little Caristos. So weak... so frail. All the bulk that should be in your chest and forelimbs gone to your hips..." Like a whip, Caltoras' tailtip cracked across Caristos' flank, making the younger dragon whimper. "You look more like a female than a male, little 'brother'. Do you even have a drakehood between your hinds?"

"O-of course I do!" The fact that his twin shafts were fully erect and throbbing against his thighs was all the proof he'd need of that; though the thought of actually lifting a leg to show them to the older drake filled Caristos with shame even as they twitched and began to leak.

A snort of derision. "I highly doubt it. And even if you do, they're probably smaller than a dragoness' clit." The older dragon smirked to the younger, and pushed his hip--strong and firm and muscular--against Caristos'--lithe, but soft--own. "In fact, I'm surprised you didn't submit to that blue to keep your territory. You'd probably have enjoyed him rutting you, wouldn't you?"

Once more, Caristos had to force a snarl onto his face as he pulled away from the older male. He stood on all fours--careful to keep his crotch and the bouncing, bobbing shafts jutting from it hidden--and shuffled away to sit with his back to Caltoras. "Don't be ridiculous brother. I... I..." His mind raced, struggling to come up with what to say. "I may have refrained from breeding until now, but don't forget we share a bloodline. I'm sure any dragon would love to take my drakehood. In fact, I'll head right back to Hennae now and make a clutch with that blue. You'll see...!"

A deep, rumbling chuckle from behind. The sound of shifting in the snowbank. A snarl, and then a heavy weight slamming into him and sending him sprawling. Once more, Caristos was pinned by his older brother, and the younger dragon roared and struggled beneath the other male's strong, muscular body.

"Get off!"

Caristos was ignored. "You're the one being ridiculous, little brother." Caltoras pushed down, and easily kept his brother's squirming form in place beneath his paws. "If you were able to dominate that drake, you would have done so instead of crying to me." A nip against Caristos' nape made the younger dragon choke on a growl. Caltoras' body was pressed against his own, on top of him, forcing the younger drake's chest and underbelly down onto the stone beneath. And, most shamefully of all, Caltoras pressed his crotch to Caristos' rump, humping the smaller, weaker male in a display of strength. Power. Dominance.

"Caltoras..." His snarl was mixed with a high whine, and Caristos made one last attempt to buck the larger male off. The knot in his stomach twisted again, growing tighter and heavier, when he realized his disappointment at being unable to feel the heat or pulse of the drakehood that had dominated so many other males against his flanks.

"In fact, you'd probably roll right over to present yourself for him, wouldn't you?" A low chuckle in his ear, and a puff of humid breath on his neck. "Wouldn't be surprised if you'd lift your tail up for him. It's the only way you can hope to deal with a male, hm? A bigger, stronger male... stronger than you in every way, my pathetic, weak little bitch of a broth-"

A high, reedy, lustful moan sounded out, echoing off the peaks and cliffs. Both dragon brothers froze, Caristos clamping his jaws tight as he felt Caltoras' stare on the crown of his ducking head. That hadn't been him, had it? That groan of need hadn't poured out from between his lips as he rocked his hips up against his brothers', had it? His tail hadn't pushed up between them, trying to hike up and present the burning spot underneath to his brother's virile drakehood, had it?

A shift. Another puff of breath on his neck. A deep growl. "I knew it."

"Th-this... I..." Tears pricked at the corners of Caristos' eyes again.

"You what, little brother? Are excited by the thought of being under another male? Aroused perhaps?"

He felt the sharp prick of Caltoras' claws digging into his shoulderblades. "No, I'm not, I-!"

"Want to submit to a big, powerful drake? Feel his cocks within you? Come on, out with it, little brother. What's got you so stiff...?" Another sneering laugh, and another just-short-of-painful nip on Caristos' nape.

Roiling humiliation joined the tight knot in his gut as his twin erections dribbled hot, steaming precum over the scales of his belly and inner thighs. His brother atop him. The older drake's low, rumbling voice purring into his ear as it demeaned him utterly and completely. The smell of his brother; that leathery, faintly-musky scent--with just a hint of sharp acridity--that he'd always eagerly--if furtively--breathed in to hold in his lungs. "Y-you..."

That seemed to give the older dragon pause. "Come again?"

Caristos whined, trying to squirm out from underneath his brother, but that just made Caltoras settle all the more heavily on top of the younger dragon's back. His older brother was so large, so strong, so masculine. "Hearing you... speak of the males you've dominated. Bred..." The younger drake shut his eyes tightly as the words came pouring out of him. "Hearing you t-talk about your... your drakehood. How it made them gravid with your seed. Your clutch. I..."

"You want to be my breeding bitch too, little brother? My eager cumdump?"

Another whine hissed from between Caristos' clenched teeth.

Caltoras hummed, his tone cruelly playful even in its consideration. Finally he sighed, and Caristos felt his older brother's weight lift off his back; however, a growl of warning and a heavy, clawed forepaw on his flank kept the younger dragon in place. "Show me, then."

Caristos blinked. He blushed. He arched his neck to look back--embarrassed and demure and ashamed of himself and his arousal--to Caltoras. "W-what?"

"Don't make me repeat myself." The older dragon scowled, and dug his claws into the soft-scaled, supple rise of his brother's rump. "If you want to be a bitch, then present yourself like one. Lift your tail and show me the vent you want filled with my seed."

The way Caristos' tail hiked up at his brother's words only sent new peals of derisive laughter echoing through the valley. The younger dragon trembled, but still pushed himself up onto all fours. And then, as he had so many times in his fantasies, he lowered his chest to the ground while lifting his hips and spreading his hinds. He could feel his erections--hard and throbbing and dripping freely--hanging freely from his steaming slit as the ring under his tail contracted and clenched at being exposed to the cold mountain air.

"Already wet like a female, I see. And what are those supposed to be?" He could feel Caltoras' gaze on his crotch--on his drakehood--and Caristos whimpered as his lengths twitched under his older brother's attention. "You haven't accidentally switched your cocks with a human's, have you little brother? Maybe a mouse's?" A snort of hot air on the throbbing flesh made Caristos' gasping breath hitch in his throat. "I knew you were pathetic, but this is just too much..."

"Please..." Caristos whimpered, and he both hated and loved showing how weak he was to his older brother. Finally showing how small, how impotent, how powerless he was under the paw of a bigger, stronger, more virile male; under Caltoras. "B-Brother..."

"You want it? You want my drakehood under your tail?" Caristos felt the humid air of Caltoras' breath wash over his tight, virginal pucker. The tingling, oversensitive lips of the younger dragon's slit. The twin shafts dangling between his hinds, making them jump and spurt onto the icy ground below with pleasure. "You want me to rut you like a female? Like all those other drakes who've submitted to me? Is that what you want, little brother?"

"Yes." And he knew what the older dragon wanted from him in turn; to be submitted to. To be praised. To be exalted in every way; and Caristos, shamed as he was by his desires, was eager to perform for his older brother. "I... wish to feel your drakehood filling me with your seed, brother. I've wanted it for so long..." His voice was hoarse with need as he looked back to the older drake. "I want to be bred by you. I want to feel your clutch growing within me. I want to be your... y-your..." Your mate. The words lingered on Caristos' tongue, but were quickly swallowed down.

"My broodmare." Caltoras' grin was wide and merciless, like the blade of a knight from one of the lesser races bared at the younger dragon. "You wish to be my breeding bitch. My slave. My eager, needy, submissive little slut. Is that it, little brother?" Even inexperienced as he was, the words sent a thrill down Caristos' spine and up into the clamping pucker under his tail.

"That's right" A whine. "I wish to feel your scales on mine... feel your strength pinning me underneath you where I belong. I want to smell your scent." Another gulp. "I want to... smell your marking. I want to breathe it in at every moment and feel it within my breast."

"My scent, hm?" Caltoras laughed, low and rumbling, and Caristos shivered. Then the younger dragon yelped and bucked his lifted hips; his older brother's large, dexterous forepaw had wrapped around his drakehood--easily grasping both lengths together, dwarfing the throbbing flesh in its grip--and begun to pump slowly and insistently. "Tell me, younger brother, what is it about my scent that arouses you?" The older dragon's snout pressed to Caristos' rump, and the smaller, weaker brother could feel the larger drake inhaling his smaller, weaker musk. "What gets you lifting your tail for me? What gets these little nails you have peeking out of your slit hard and dribbling?" Caltoras' own voice was husky. Rumbling with a faint growl. Aroused as well?

"E-everything..."

"That's not an answer." Another yelp barked out from Caristos' slack jaws as Caltoras gave his brother's flank a sharp nip. "Be specific when I ask you a question, little brother."

Caristos whined. He panted. He nodded. "Very well. Apologies, brother." His tongue darted out nervously. "I... your scent is so overpowering. Even out here, I can smell the marking of your territory." The wind shifted, blowing the faintly-acrid scent straight into his nostrils, and Caristos groaned as his precum dribbled over his brother's working paw. "When you were... atop me... your body was all I could smell, Caltoras."

"Are you saying that I reek, little brother?"

"N-no!" Caristos winced at the sharp squeeze his brother gave his cocks. "Far from it... I enjoy the scent. The smell. Your smell..."

"Hm. I see." Caltoras' voice was low and even, and Caristos couldn't tell what the older dragon was thinking from the tone of it. Was he amused? Disgusted? Interested, perhaps? As Caltoras continued to pump the younger dragon's drakehood, he let out a deep hum. "I must warn you, Caristos, that the honor of being my broodmare is not a pleasurable one. Even as they continue to lift their tails for me, I make sure that every male I dominate knows his place beneath me." Another press of the older dragon's muzzle against Caristos' rump, and another deep sniff. "I will not be kind, little brother. Far from it, in fact. You will get no mercy just because of our shared blood. Though judging by your arousal, perhaps you like it that way." A deep chuckle, and another squeeze around the younger dragon's cocks. They could both feel the pulsing and throbbing in the firm flesh; the heat of Caristos' arousal burning in the younger dragon's crotch and wafting the rich, pungent musk of male arousal straight into Caltoras' own lungs. The older drake growled. He squeezed and pumped harder and faster. He began to pant as his tone grew harsh. "You will indeed be my slave. My toy. My cumdump. Do you want that, brother? Do you want that, you needy, tail-lifting little bitch?"

"Y-yes..." He wanted it. "Yes..." He needed it. "Oh, yes...!" He pumped his shafts into Caltoras' squeezing, punishing grip, closing his eyes tightly as he whined and whimpered in submission to the older male. He could feel his arousal burning hotter and hotter, an inferno in his loins that threatened to erupt at any moment. He's been thinking about it for so long, fantasizing as he pleasured himself with his paws and--he shuddered in mingled shame and pleasure at the thought--the tip of his tail pushing into the virgin ring at its base. His brother's drakehood within him, filling him with potent, virile seed. His brother's clutch slowly growing within him. His body a receptacle for the older, more powerful male; his slave, and his toy, and his cumdump.

With a loud roar that echoed off the cliffs and through the valley, Caristos came.

"Yes!!!"

The younger dragon's mind swam and his limbs shook as his afterglow slammed into him; it felt like he had plummeted to earth, his body breaking against the stone below and shattering as he spilled his seed. One shot, two, three pumped out of his lengths to pool between his hindpaws, and then the rest poured out in a weak stream that pulsed along with the drumbeat in his chest and ears.

When Caristos finally came back to himself, he let out a whimper and turned around; his brother's paws were no longer on his flanks or softening drakehood, so he took that as permission to face the older dragon as he dropped onto his side. "Cal... toras..."

Caltoras was staring down at the splatters of cum on the ground, a sneer on his face. "Is that all you can produce, little brother? No wonder you wish to submit to a real male; how could you even sire a clutch with a load of seed that pathetic?"

Again, the younger dragon's cheeks burned in embarrassment. It wasn't that small of a load, was it? He looked at the puddle of his cum, shame knotting in his gut once more. How hard would Caltoras laugh, and how sharp would his barbs and jibes be, if Caristos were to tell his brother that that was actually a fairly large load for him; one that had gathered and stewed in his loins for the better part of a decade without cumming? "Well... it doesn't matter now, does it? After all, my seed will only be spilled from feeling you within me from now on."

A snort. "Don't be so sure of that." Caltoras smirked. "I may allow you to spill your seed... or perhaps that was the last time your drakehood will ever be pleasured enough to produce any. We'll see how fancy takes me."

"Alright..." In the face of his brother's hard stare and heavy, domineering, jeering tone, Caristos could only nod and lower his gaze in submission to his elder and better.

"Now then-"

"Brother?"

"Hm?" Caltoras paused, and then shot his younger brother a flat, cold look. One of his brows lifted, and the older dragon's tail flicked behind him. "What is it? Spit it out."

Caristos kept his gaze on the ground as he shifted; his forelimbs, his wings, his flanks and rump. He gulped as his nervousness gathered in his throat like bile. "May I make one last request?"

"That depends upon what it is."

"A... kiss." Caristos winced. "A kiss from my strong, powerful... sexy older brother. My master, and... th-the sire of my brood." Even moreso than his brother's body--the older dragon's scent--that desire had teased his mind in every afterglow after pleasuring himself over the centuries since he'd last seen Caltoras; the desire for their maws to meet and their tongues to entwine in deep, passionate, fervently-shared intimacy.

Caltoras was silent. Caristos trembled as he heard a sigh from the older drake, and then the sound of his brother padding towards him. The iron-hard grip of the older dragon's forepaw closed around Caristos' jaw, and the younger brother whimpered as his head was jerked up so that he could meet Caltoras' stony gaze. "Open your mouth, little brother."

His heart fluttered, and the younger dragon's maw opened wide to obey. His eyes slipped closed; was this it? Was he really going to get the thing he'd desired most of all from his elder sibling? He hissed and whimpered as Caltoras' snout brushed against his own. He could feel the older dragon's tongue flicking over his scaly lips and sharp teeth, teasing and light and gone away before the touch even registered in his mind. Then Caltoras cleared his throat and spat, and Caristos felt a wet, slimy glob of mucus land on his own tongue.

The younger dragon jerked in the elder's grip as he snarled in surprise. He was already moving to scrape the offending splatter off with his teeth, but Caltoras' grip only tightened until it was just short of crushing. "Swallow it."

"W-what!?"

A snarling growl right in his face. "Do not make me repeat myself, little brother. Swallow it. It's all that you'll be getting from me." The older dragon shoved Caristos away, and the younger brother cried out as he was sent sprawling yet again.

He groaned. He gulped. With tears pricking his eyes once more, Caristos swallowed the 'gift' his brother had deigned to give him.

"Good boy. You may make a fine breeding partner yet." The smug, self-satisfied tone returned to Caltoras' voice as he sat back on his haunches. One forelimb lifted up and, with a flick of his wrist, a relatively-small scroll--small compared to a drake's size--dropped into his paw from a burst of dragonfire. "Now, as I was about to say before you so rudely interrupted, first there are some... adjustments I'll need to make. Those pathetic little spines in your slit will need to stay tucked away if I'm to breed you, after all. And..." A considering hum. Another flick of his wrist, and another gout of dragonfire. Another scroll dropped into his paw to join the first. "Yes, this will do. Can't have you backing out of our agreement and thinking you can fly away, can we?" With an almost-amiable chortle, Caltoras tossed the scrolls at his brother's prone body. "Take these into the village in the valley. There's a blacksmith who lives on the outskirts that I have an... agreement with. Tell him to make these adornments for you."

'Adornments'? Curiosity pricked at the back of Caristos' mind, and he couldn't stop himself from unrolling the parchments to take a peek at what his brother had in mind. His face immediately broke into a hot flush, and he snarled in indignation. "Brother, what are these?"

"A cage for your drakehood, of course." Caltoras chuckled again, and he grinned to the younger dragon. "I did say that whether you'd ever spill your seed again depended upon my fancy, didn't I? As for the wing bindings-"

"No. Please, no." Caristos drew himself up, tugging his wings in tight against his body. The feeling of the air high in the sky blowing over him. The sight of the land below. The one delight that all dragons shared in their blood and their instincts, ever since their ancestors had first taken flight. Having that taken away from him was far too much. "I beg you, brother, ask anything of me but that. I'll do anything, just please don't bind my... m-my..."

The younger dragon's pleading trailed off as he heard the growl rumbling in his brother's throat. "Do you think to disobey my order, little brother?"

Caristos' gaze dropped to the rocky ground once more. "No, I just... I..." He winced. He whined. He whimpered, and the knot of shame twisted at how pathetic he was acting; like a hatchling runt begging for scraps from his elder and better siblings.

"If you don't want that, I can certainly think of other things." The threat in the older dragon's voice was like a razor-sharp claw being drawn across Caristos' throat. "Believe me, I've had centuries to gather schematics for all sorts of devices, and have been itching to try them out on my breeding slaves." He let the words hang in the air for a long, breathless moment, and then Caltoras snorted and nodded at the scrolls in his brother's paws. "Take those to the blacksmith, little bitch, unless you want me to really give you something to whine about."

"A-alright! Alright..." Shrinking into himself, cringing and trembling under his brother's stare, Caristo nodded in assent; submission. He grasped the parchments tightly in one hand, and then rose to all fours and padded past the smirking older dragon. He made his way to the cliff, looking down into the valley for his destination. He spread his wings--perhaps for the last time--and prepared to take off.

"Little brother."

Caltoras' voice froze Caristos in his tracks. The younger dragon looked to his elder brother, keeping his gaze lowered. "Yes...?"

"One more thing." Caltoras rose up to all fours as well, loping back towards the semi-frozen puddle of the younger dragon's cum. Making sure to turn himself and give Caristos a good view, he lifted one hind leg to expose his crotch; his tight-lipped, puffy, soft-scaled slit. A low groan rumbled in his throat, and then Caltoras let out a sigh of relief as a steaming, dark-yellow stream of urine shot out to spatter and pool on the ground beneath him. Then the dragon grunted with his effort to cut the stream off. "Drink."

"Your urine?" Caristos gulped as he stared at the sight; even now, his body was yearning to push up between the older dragon's hinds; to sniff and lick and rub his snout all over his brother's drakehood.

"My piss, little brother. My marking." Caltoras's smirk was wide and merciless. "You wanted to smell it, didn't you? To have it within you? Now's your chance." His eyes flashed at the look of hesitation still lingering on Caristos' face. "Drink. I've warned you not to make me repeat myself."

"Y-yes... brother." With a weak, shameful whimper, Caristos padded back over towards the older dragon. He bowed his head, sniffing at the rank, rich scent wafting from the hot puddle on the rocky ground; he blushed and tried to keep the groan lodged in his throat from slipping out at another pulse of arousal from the smell, but the snigger from above made it clear that Caltoras had head it. Finally Caristos' tongue darted out again and again, lapping through the briny piss and bringing it into his mouth so he could swallow it.

Then Caltoras' stream resumed, hot and stinking of male virility as it splattered on the crown of Caristos' head and ran down the younger dragon's neck and shoulders. Caltoras ignored the whine from beneath as he drained his bladder on his brother's body. "Now you can smell my marking any time you wish. And so can everyone else." He chuckled, grunted as he forced the last few dribbles to squirt out--just barely missing Caristos' eye--and pushed the urine-drenched dragon away so his could lower his hind leg once more. "Go, little brother. Do not keep me waiting." With that, Caristos was dismissed; Caltoras turned, not even pausing to give the younger dragon a farewell, and disappeared into the mouth of the cave that served as his lair.

Caristos continued to lay on the ground for a long moment, humiliated and ashamed. He could feel the slowly-cooling piss coating his scales, the stench of his brother's urine easily overpowering the smell of his own body. He could feel the spots his brother had nipped and teased with his claws; his shoulders and flanks and the base of his tail. And he could feel the pulse of his drakehood--the twin cocks in his slit pushing free once more--at all that had just happened; and at the thought of what would happen when he returned.

Even as the haze of lust faded from his mind, he realized that the desires he'd admitted to Caltoras in the heat of the moment still burned within him. It settled into his bones, burned along with the fire in his breast, and throbbed in the shafts of his erections. He had agreed to be his brother's broodmare; his slave, his toy, his cumdump. And despite the icy fingers of trepidation that ran along his spine from nape to tailtip, Caristos realized that it felt right somehow; after all, he was weak, and his brother was strong. It only made sense that--despite being male--he should submit to the older dragon in every way, didn't it?

With those thoughts still churning in his mind, Caristos spread his wings and took off. He made his way down into the valley, still grasping the scrolls in his forepaw. Descending; descending towards his new life as his brother's mate.

Well, close enough, at least.