Making A Dragon - 3
Story by Cambions on SoFurry
In Arac's youth, on a day when the skies were clear and the weather permitted it... He'd pause his farm work to stare up at the Grey Keep nestled in the mountain side. Sometimes he'd catch sight of both dragon and rider launching from one of the Keep's many platforms and taking flight. The young human would lean against his farming tools and sigh, letting his dreams take hold for just the slightest of moments. In Arac's present, the rider can look back on those distant memories with pride, for now the male was more complete than he had ever thought possible. This is Arac's journey to that discovery.
This is the third part and final part in a series. You will find the beginning of this tale in the description.
The Stirring
The dragon's dens was quiet, a moonlit sky illuminating each of the Grey Keep's network of caves. All of the rider's had retired to their rooms within the mountain's fort, save for the few that had snuck off to join their dragons in slumber. The bathing pools were quiet, blue waters reflecting against the moonlight. The large chamber helped to amplify the serene noises of pouring water, stone aqueducts standing tall above its quiet depths. There was an eerily calm to the keep's many tunnels. Many of the dragons and their riders had been sent to the south, to deal with the orcish war at hand. The silence seemed to pervade every corner of the keep, save for one domicile.
"Reth."
The dragon's name was uttered with urgency, panting groans quickly following.
The black dragon in particular rumbled at the sound of his name, thick claws dragging along the human frame pinned beneath him.
"Again, Vahn." The dragon cooed, head craning down to whisper the demand into his rider's ear.
The human in question bit his lip as he pushed back against Reth, shuddering as he felt himself spread open for his mate. Embarrassment flush across his face, the rider cursed his willpower to deny the budding need within him. Arching against the black dragon, another hiss began to build in the back of his throat. Vahn clenched around his dragon as he rolled his hips, his whole body propped to support the dragon's heavy haunches.
"R-Reth." The rider moaned, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he felt the dragon slowly pick up the pace.
The cock buried deep within Vahn slowly ground back and forth, sleek black hips thrusting against the pinned male below. Neither could deny their desires from one another, marking tonight as their thirtieth day of consecutive ruts. The scents that clung to them seemed nigh permanent now, their copulation well-known amongst the others. While they hadn't been the first pair to begin this journey, they hadn't been the last, either. Human mates had begun cropping up throughout the Grey Keep, ever since Arrum and Arac had first revealed the extent of their bond.
"Reth." Vahn moaned again, pushing back against his lover with newfound need. The dragon simply ground harder against his human, hips thrusting with a building intensity. The soft thuds of their forms pressing together quickly crescendoed, heavy haunches smacking against Vahn with each plunge forward.
Arrum and Arac. Their bond had changed them. Turned them into something different. Something beautiful. As much as Reth hated to admit it, he was consumed with the desire to see his own bond bloom. To see Vahn coated in black scales from head to toe. To claim him as his mate, now and forever.
"Gods above, yes." Vahn grunted, clenching even tighter around his mate's plunging shaft. His dragon's desires were not hidden from him, their bond making such secrets impossible. The human beneath fully understood the intent of the dragon's mating, his own heart racing as their desires flared.
Why hide it? Why not embrace it, fully?
The two shuddered in shared thought, needs aching as their needs wound together.
"Take me. Reth. Please." Vahn groaned, panting beneath his mate. The rider knew how to push his dragon over the edge, clenching and moaning as he allowed himself to join his mate in revelry.
Reth rumbled as he pressed the entirety of his weight down, pinning the man to the stone beneath him. Thrusting with wild abandon, hips smacking with battering intensity, the dragon snarled. The orgasm was shared between the two, their bond sending both writhing about.
The black dragon's tongue slid across his mate's bare skin, lapping away. Teeth grazed along his lover's back, Reth's eyes closed as he imagined scales budding with each lap of his tongue.
"I love you." Vahn rasped, trying to relax as he slowly wormed his way out from under the dragon. Draconic shaft slipping free, smacking against his cum-splattered rear, Vahn gingerly rolled onto his back.
"But..?" Reth began, feeling a twinge of resistance coming from his mate.
"But. It's not going to happen." The rider huffed, reaching out to rub his hand along the dragon's neck. Black scales glinted in the moonlight as he watched his dragon crane back against his hand. "What Arac and Arrum have is special."
"Oh, I highly doubt that." Reth muttered, flapping his wings in irritation. "You felt it too, right? How close we are."
A blush crept onto Vahn's cheeks as he reached out to shush the dragon. Fingers curling around the back of his mate's head, the rider pulled Reth down for a kiss. Maw mashing against lips, tongues pushing back against the other, they gently ground back and forth.
It was impossible for the two to separate their desires from the other. Vahn could no longer keep his needs a secret, which often resulted in his dragon taking matters into his own paws. The time or place needn't matter. They were one of the only pairs still left at the keep, allowing the black dragon to be quite bold with his displays of affection.
Vahn shuddered as he remembered the time they rode bareback, only for Reth to touch down to the ground mid-job. In the middle of their reconnaissance, his mate turned, and lifted his tail to the rider. Vahn was still embarrassed about that, though the urgency in his mate's voice to take him was more than a little exhilarating.
"That was your fault, my little rider." Reth rumbled, pulling Vahn out of his thoughts. The man had almost forgotten the extent of their bond, blushing as he realized he had taken the dragon with him on his recollection.
"You were the one who touched down." Vahn muttered back, slowly pulling himself out from under the dragon. He didn't try to stop Reth from craning forward, thick tongue sliding across his cumslick taint, the dragon eager to clean his mate after their rut.
"If I recall correctly." Reth began, taking a moment to lick his chops. "You were the one who was grinding against me. Do you know how hard it is to focus on flying with horned up thoughts floating around in your head?"
"Sorry." The human blushed, stretching as he slowly picked himself up off the ground. The wet tongue sliding between his thighs was quite welcome, as Vahn was never too fond of walking around with seed dripping down his body. Blushing, the rider turned, letting his mate lap away at his dripping rear.
The dragon let out a snort of appreciation, tongue dragging between his mate's cheeks. The needy hole was still clenching against his ministrations. Thick globs of cum smeared along his steady laps, tongue getting more and more forceful with each lick.
"R-Reth." Vahn panted once more, pushing back against his mate as he felt his loins stir. One hand, cupping at his arousal, he gently rocked his hips against the greedy maw behind him.
The dragon simply growled in return, tongue dragging against his mate. Pushing, testing at the soft pucker in front of him. He could sense his mate's desire, black muzzle craning forward with newfound intent. His tongue pushed against his rider's loose hole, spreading him open with surprising ease. The thick organ pushed deeper into his mate, pride welling within him as he listened to Vahn moan. The stimulus of the dragon's rimming was shared between the two, the two shuddering with each thrust of his tongue.
Vahn let out another gasp as he felt his mate slide back and forth, tongue sliding along that achingly wonderful spot buried within him. Hand pumping along his arousal, the rider arched against his mate.
"Don't stop, Reth. Don't-"
WOOSH!
The sound of wings flapping outside made the two jump, instincts taking hold as they pull away. Hopping over cover in the natural cave, Reth lifted a black wing to obscure his mate, pulling him close to his side.
The sound of beating wings continued, but it was fading. A single pair, no doubt a rider coming back home.
"Who?" Vahn whispered, pressed against his mate's underbelly. "No one was scheduled to come back for-"
"It's them." The black dragon muttered, letting out a snort of annoyance. "Arum and Arrac."
"What? They're supposed to be on the front line." Reth huffed, shuffling about as he trained his ear. The sound of wings was gone now, the eerie quiet of the night returning once more.
The two stayed put, resting against the other, as they slowly came down from their arousal. They were pent, even after their first bout, and the two could sense each other's desire to return to revelry.
"We should check on them." Vahn began with a huff, slowly pushing out from under his mate's wing. "They might be injured. They could have news."
"You just want an excuse to get out and do something." The dragon muttered, watching as his rider hobbled towards his neatly stacked clothes. "You know you still reek of me, right?"
Vahn glanced back at his dragon as he slowly tugged his clothes back over his form. He could sense his mate's reluctance to see him getting dressed once more, but the rider had already committed to seeing this through.
"Fine." Reth muttered, making a show of hoisting himself back up onto all fours. "But you owe me."
The Consequence
Reth slid down the steep entrance to his neighbor's cave, his rider's knees tucked on either side of his form. The weight of Vahn atop him was a reassuring one, the two now almost never saddling up unless necessary nowadays.
It was one of the many things Arum and Arrac had been right about. The lessons Vahn and him had learned from the duo seemed near endless, though Reth was quick to shake the notion that the pair was more experienced than him.
Vahn's answer to that was the only one that made sense to the black dragon. The two's youth and inexperience was a key part of their growth. They learned together, pushing one another out of their comfort zones at each step. Reth hated to admit it, but Vahn and him had once considered themselves to be at their peak. Now, each day felt like a breath of fresh air. The two felt like they were learning again, pushing and empowering one another to new heights.
The rider glanced down at his dragon, smiling fondly as he shared the same thoughts as his mate. Reaching down, he gave Reth a heavy pat.
The black dragon quickly glanced back, tongue flicking as he silently warned Vahn to stay quiet. Reth didn't want to make too much noise as they approached, lest they announce their presence to the returning duo too soon.
The pair in question were already in the cave, talking in hushed voices as the rider helped his dragon down onto the cave floor.
"Wounded?" Vahn whispered, craning his head forward. "Sick?"
"No." Reth shook his head. "They're not stupid enough to ignore the infirmary."
It was bizarre to the two onlookers just how similar Arrum and Arac had looked at one point, the two having changed drastically to share one another's form. The power of their bond had warped them into something new, but from this view, things had changed once more.
One stood on two legs, talking in a hushed and worried voice as they looked over their four-legged mate. The larger dragon kept nodding, as if trying to reassure his scaled rider.
Reth squinted, perplexed by the sight. Something was wrong. Had they fled from the war front? Why so much concern? The dragon sniffed at the air, tongue flicking as he tried to catch more information.
"Wait a minute." The black dragon muttered, eyes going wide.
He knew that smell.
"Reth?" His rider asked, mate suddenly lunging forward beneath him. He gripped Reth tightly as the two went surging towards the other pair, leaning close to his mount to keep steady atop his bounding mate.
The black dragon landed with a thud, tail hitting the ground with a heavy smack. A confused and angry growl escaped his maw as he turned between the two, wings raising.
"Arrum!" Reth snarled, looking down at the splayed out dragon before him. Standing tall, he glared at the younger creature, tail swishing in annoyance. "Explain yourself immediately."
"Oh. Gosh. Found out already huh?" The red-scaled dragon on the floor began, tail pulling close against his heavy body. He seemed to be trying to adjust in place, without rolling onto his side, a look of discomfort on his face. "Reth. Vahn. It's complicated. And, uh. We both don't know how to explain this."
Vahn squinted atop his dragon as he stared at the shy-looking dragon. There was a meekness about him, that he'd never seen from Arrum. Eyes darting up, he gave the rider next to the red dragon a glance.
Burly, scaled arms crossed. A glare of defiance pointed right at Reth. Tail swaying about, nearly mimicking the motion of Vahn's own dragon.
"Wait a minute. Reth. That's not-" Vahn began, tapping at the dragon below him.
"You abandoned your post?" Reth continued, sneering as he glanced between the duo before him. "And came back here? After I stuck my neck out for you, to convince the others that you were ready for such a thing. You took our place, and now you're back?!"
The red-scaled partners glanced at one another, before turning their attention back to the seething black dragon before them. Huffing, Vahn quickly pulled himself off of his mate, before stepping forward.
"Yeah. We are, Reth." The rider huffed, glaring with intensity at the larger dragon. "It was an emergency. So I made the call, and took him home."
"Reth!" Vahn hissed, grabbing at the side of his dragon's head.
"What?" Reth hissed back, jerking his head towards the rider.
"They switched." Vahn whispered, craning close to his dragon's head. "Arrum and Arac. The dragon on the floor isn't Arrum."
Reth's eyes widened as he turned to look back at the duo before him. The dragon the floor was still blushing, tail covering his underbelly, while the rider before then was blocking their path forward.
"Arrum?" Reth gawked, staring at the two-legged dragon. Giving the rider a once over, the black dragon blinked as he tried to make sense of this. "But you look just Arac did, before he left."
"I-I'm bigger than he ever was." Arrum huffed, arms still crossed defiantly. "And I'd appreciate your discretion on this until we have a moment to figure out what-"
"Oh I know exactly what's going on." Reth huffed, stepping forward. His rider tried to pull him back, but there was no stopping the heavy dragon. "You fled the scene. Came scurrying back here. Need I remind you the punishment for-"
"We didn't flee. We were ordered to return." Arrum barked back, taking his own strides towards the scowling dragon before him. "Arac's not fit to help."
"He looks perfectly fine to me. I assume this is from the two of you pushing your bond once more, hm?" Reth asked, cocking his head slightly as he tried to steal a glance at the dragon lying down on the ground. "He seems perfectly fine, despite the smell."
"T-The smell?" The red dragon on the floor whispered, tail gently pulling closer against his form. "You mean you can smell it?"
"Arac, a single rutting heat is nothing to run away from. Your dragon here should know that. They last a day, and then you're fine." Reth explained, annoyed that the two were back for such a minor event.
"Reth, it's not just a rutting heat." Arrum growled, looking back at his blushing mate. The two shared a glance at the other, before the standing dragon let out a sigh. "It's… More. Than that."
The red dragon on the floor slowly craned back, splaying out for all to see. Tail lifting away from his body, Reth and Vahn gawked at the sight of Arac's swollen belly. Red scales glistening, stretched taut around the heavy curve of his underside, Arac gently tried to relax on the cold cave floor.
"We… were ordered. After I started showing." Arac huffed, draconic eyes unable to meet those of his onlookers. "I'm uh… Going to lay, I guess."
"A clutch." Vahn whispered.
"A clutch?!" Reth repeated, snarling in surprise.
"Hey! Keep your voice down!" Arrum snapped, kneeling down beside his mate. Scaled palms, gently massaged at the discomforted dragon, the rider tried his best to calm Arac's nerves. "We don't want the entire cave knowing."
"Well they're going to!" Reth huffed, turning his head to look at his rider. "What will the riders think about this?"
Vahn was just gawking at the sight before him. The rider he'd brought in to the Grey Keep was now splayed out on all fours, one paw pressed atop a swollen gut.
"You're going to lay?" Vahn whispered, still struck by this news. Head spinning, he thought back to how far Reth and him had pushed themselves. How much they'd wanted what Arrum and Arac had. He hadn't realized this was in the cards.
"M-Mhm." The blushing dragon nodded, embarrassed eyes turning to look up at his friend. "Y-Yeah. No one knows how."
"It's that damn bond of yours." Reth muttered. "The first lay in how many years, and it's with a dragon and his rider?"
"Didn't know you were suddenly an advocate for tradition, Reth." The kneeling dragon snapped back, placing a protective hand atop his mate. "We won't even know if any are... you know… for a long time."
Arac let out a huff, tail lifting slightly as he tried to adjust once more. Reth let out a snort as he caught wind of the smell reeking from the once-rider.
"How long has he been like this?" Reth asked, taking a tentative step forward. Nostrils flaring, as he let that scent drift about.
"A month." Arrum huffed, watching Reth carefully as the dragon neared his pregnant mate. "The few that know say he's going to be like this for another month."
"That's… interesting." Reth began, craning his snout down to sniff at the rider's swollen belly. Vahn watched from behind as his dragon tensed, a shared sense of curiosity turning into something... more.
"R-Reth?" Vahn asked, shuddering from afar as he watched his mate tentatively lick at Arac's sensitive underside.
The red dragon let out a soft rumble as he splayed out, struggling to rest with his newfound weight. Arac looked quite strained, gritting his teeth as Reth's tongue slid across his taut scales.
"Careful now, Reth." Arrum warned, pushing the black dragon away from his mate with a growl of his own. "He's mine. Not yours."
"Oh relax. I'm not about to mount your rider." Reth began, turning away with a snort. "Though you'll need to do something about that smell, before it permeates through the entire keep."
"Relax, Reth. You don't need to lecture us." Arrum muttered, running a hand down the back of his mate's neck. "Besides, don't you have better things to do? From the smell of things, it sounds like you and your rider have unfinished business."
Vahn blushed, pulling his eyes away from the changed man before him. Reth chuckled dryly, raising his head high as he moved to leave.
"Well. Then I guess we'll be leaving to do just that. Congratulations on… Whatever this is." The black dragon began, haphazardly waving a forepaw at the duo before him. "If you'll excuse us."
Vahn gave one last look back at Arrum and Arac, watching as the two pressed close together. In the months they'd been gone, their roles had completely reversed. From dragon to rider, and vice versa. Swallowing tightly, he watched on as the two shared an intimate muzzle-touch. They looked happy. Nervous, but happy.
They'd changed so much over the years, to the point that the two seemed willing to swap roles completely. The rider glanced down at the dragon beneath him, gripping tightly as his mate lurched into motion.
If he continued on like this with Reth… Would they also end up like Arrum and Arac? Is that something that Vahn even wanted?
"All this talk of bonds is making my head spin." Reth muttered from below, pushing out of the cave at a steady pace. "You remember when they weren't around, and things made sense?"
"Yeah." Vahn nodded, reaching down to scratch at his dragon's neck. "But if they weren't around, I don't think I'd ever have gotten this close with you."
"Heh. You think?" The black dragon asked, glancing up at his mate as he padded down the cave's tunnel system. "I dunno. A part of me is just frustrated, whenever I see them all carefree and whatnot. They have no right to be, especially when they start knocking each other up. How is that even possible?"
"You're asking me?" Vahn scoffed, shaking his head. "The Keep might be old, but it's not that old. The First Riders worked together to help protect the few remaining eggs. There's nothing in our limited history that explains this type of thing."
"Well, whatever their bond is doing, it's potent." Reth sniffed, shaking his head in an attempt to clear the smell out of his nostrils. "I'll be damned, Vahn. Those two keep defying my expectations."
Vahn smiled, hand still pressed against the mate below him. The rider let his hand idly rub against his mate's neck, thoughts slowly drifting back to Arrum and Arac.
"That's their secret, isn't it?" Vahn asked openly, glancing up at the tunnel before them. "Even though their world is being turned on its head so much, they know they have one another to see it through."
"Doesn't sound like much of a secret to me, Vahn." Reth muttered, turning down towards the bend of their cave. "Besides-"
"We're still gonna finish what we started, right Reth?" Vahn blurted out, heat rushing to his cheeks as he watched his mate fumble on his words.
"Woah woah woah." The dragon began, letting out a snort as he came to a stop at the front of his cave. "Where'd that come from?"
"Somewhere deep inside." Vahn replied, blushing at the ridiculousness of his own answer. "It's embarrassing to say out loud, but it's true."
"Oh." Reth blinked, bending low as he let his rider dismount. Sniffing at the air, the dragon caught a whiff of the man's excitement, his own arousal stirring as he followed his mate deeper into the cave. "Well, yeah. We can. You aren't weirded out by what we just saw?"
Vahn, still bright red, turned back to look at his mate. Hand moving to his pants, he shook his head.
"Uh, no, actually." The rider began, slowly letting his pants drop down to his knees. "In fact, it was kind of… exciting."
"Well then." The dragon's maw curled into a wicked grin as he sauntered towards his mate. Heavy muscles tensing, wings tucking against his side, he sniffed at the air. "Glad to know I wasn't the only one."
The Glory
"Finally." Arrum huffed, reaching out to slowly help his mate lean back. "I thought they'd never leave."
"Seriously though." The new rider continued, reaching out to palm at his mate's swollen stomach. It was warm to the touch, feeling strained to its absolute limits. "What's their deal with interrupting us? Awfully nosy, if you ask me."
"They care, Arrum." The larger dragon huffed, placing a heavy paw atop his lover's. He held the man's palm there, a sense of pride washing over him as he felt Arrum squeeze. "Besides, I'd take neighbors like Vahn and Reth over some of the others."
"Did you smell it on them?" Arrum chuckled, slowly rubbing his hand back and forth, helping to stretch out Arac's scales. The added weight had made their journey back a difficult one, the two communicating their relief to one another in silence.
"Mhm. They're mated. Reth might really push Vahn over the edge." Arac began, huffing as he felt his gut adjust. Rolling back even more with the support of his rider, the heavy dragon sighed in relief, grateful to have more of the cool stone pressed against his sensitive scales.
"Reth? I think Vahn's the one who's going to make the push." Arrum chuckled, gently patting his mate. He'd learned a lot from Arac about being a rider, and with it had come a newfound respect for the man's job. So much running about, and reporting back to other riders. He was glad to be alone with his dragon again, and give his full attention to Arac.
"You think?" The heavy dragon asked, craning his head up to watch his mate gently lean against his swollen underside. "Care to take a wager o-on… Gods, Arrum…"
The dragon let out a shuddering huff as he felt his mate's teeth drag along his heft, tongue pushing up against the swollen stomach. Lapping carefully, Arrum closed his eyes, and got to work stretching out his lover's scales. If the other dragons were right, then his mate would only continue to grow. The dragon rumbled softly as he let his tongue slide along the soft-scaled belly, fantasizing about the sight of Arac in another month's time or so. The thought of his mate, swollen and heavy, began to fill his mind. Haunches spread so far apart, he couldn't even press his knees together, belly so laden that it'd drag across the cave floor.
The sight of seeing the black dragon all riled up had been something to behold. Arrum let out a rumble as he entertained the thought of letting Reth fully drink in his mate's scent. Spreading Arac's haunches apart for the black dragon, watching him lick and huff at his lover's heavy form. Pride welled within the red dragon as he wrapped an arm around his mate, nostrils flaring as he shoved his snout closer to the source of Arac's wonderful scent.
His thoughts were not his own, each fantasy quickly being shared with the shuddering dragon against him. Arac was panting, tongue lolling from his mouth as his cock twitched. During the heat-rut, the pregnant dragon's shaft could barely extend an inch or two out of his slit, member constantly trickling with clear fluids. The more experienced dragons had explained this to be some sort of lubricant, to better help his mate ease into him. And ease into him, Arrum did. Over and over again, sometimes ad nauseam. Days. Weeks. Far longer, than the dragon's had warned, and still the heat persisted. Many nights, Arac would awake in a shuddering fit to find his body convulsing with desire.
The new rider craned closer, snout pressing close as he continued to shove his tongue along his lover's form. Instincts pushed their forms together, bodies aching for the other's touch.
This heat had gone by in a blur, having started only two weeks since the two had fully swapped places as dragon and rider. Arrum and Arac had initially been confused about the transition, but as the heat settled into place, their bond's intent became clear. Arac's body was preparing for the coming clutch, and Arrum's frame had shifted to better support his mate. The two had tried to keep it discreet, hoping the rut would pass in a day. And, while admirable at first, quickly proved disastrous. The heat persisted, and the duo found themselves juggling the arduous task of frontlining a warfront amidst an all-consuming heat. They found themselves breaking off from the pack during reconnaissance to 'check the area closer', only to quickly lose themselves in one another's burning desires.
Another red scaled dragon was the first to uncover their miscreance, though was quick to offer help to the two. Rakas was one of the rare few who had gone through similar circumstances in the past, but ultimately seemed intrigued by their unique situation.
"You'll start to show, eventually." Rekas had warned, dragging a claw along Arac's then-lithe frame. "And as your clutch grows, you'll stay in heat. If you let your, uh, mate here keep having his way with you, then there's a chance you might lay more than just a few duds."
The odds were slim. Dragons lived a long time, and their chances to produce even a single offspring in that period proved difficult. A prolonged rut, and subsequent lay, only occurred when the dragon felt ready and able, meaning a dragon's heat would quickly fizzle out within a day's time, without a chosen mate to spur them on. Even still, there was next to no guarantee for anything to happen from this lay. Rekas had assured the younger duo that he'd never heard of a human entering heat-rut, but with that, came a small amount of uncertainty. Could they really say for certain that nothing could come from this?
They'd talked long through the nights, asking one another the questions that mattered most to them. Should they stop entirely, and halt their already-slim odds? Should they try for one? Century old eggs, coveted from an age lost to the Kingdom of Resha, were still hatching to this very day. Were they even ready for that kind of commitment?
A part of Arac was worried about answering those kinds of questions in his current state of mind, especially with so many of those personal conversations being interrupted by hour-long ruts. Arrum had plenty to say, and even more to give, the two spending many nights in one another's throes.
Eventually, the duo was found out. There were only so many excuses Arrum could give about his dragon's absence from meetings. The dragon-turned-rider had wanted the two to return sooner, but Arac was insistent on proving himself. They'd fought hard to be where they were today, and had made noticeable strides towards negotiation between the two factions. Of course, their progress had been severely hampered by their new state of affairs. Arac could barely fly for more than a few hours before landing, and the two had begun running out of tall tales to share with the others.
If anything, they were surprised. Not only had the duo switched places without anyone noticing, Arac had also lasted more than a month on the frontlines in his current state. They sent the two back immediately, an order which Arrum was entirely grateful for. He'd watched his mate endure so much over the past week, and was grateful for the chance to take him back to their haven.
They were protected here. Alone together, at last.
"A-Arrum?" Arac asked, blindsided by his own pregnant form. The curve of his swollen belly blocked much of his view of his mate's muzzle, whose tongue now dragged ever-closer to his slit. "Gods, Arrum. That flight… Took so much out of me."
Arrum snorted in kind, craning forward. His tongue pushed up against the tip of his mate's shuddering cock, fluids collecting in his maw as he happily lapped away. His mate had done so much to fly back here. The strain had been shared between their bond, though a part of Arrum wished he could take it all for his mate. But they were back home now, their flight behind them, resting in the safety and comfort of their den.
The new rider pushed his tongue into his mate's slit, feeling the walls of his dragon's slit tense and quickly relax against his lips. Arac's gushing cock flexed against his tongue as he smeared his hips closer, the rider's maw now buried against his mate's slit. The smell was overwhelming, near-intoxicating. Arac's scent demanded Arrum's attention, sending the rider's own cock spilling free from his slit.
Slow laps became full-on slurps, thick tongue curling along his mate's walls. Each inhale drove Arrum closer, his nostrils buried inside of the dragon's stretched slit. Taut and aching, something deep within Arrum demanded more. His mate needed to be looser in the coming weeks, walls cavernous, for the coming clutch.
Arac let out an inhuman hiss as he lifted a leg higher, chest heaving as he ground against his mate's snout. The dragon arched forward, warm gut pressing close to Arrum's head. The pregnant dragon groaned as he let his head roll back, body tingling with pleasure as he pushed hips forward. The flight… was over. Finally over. Now, his partner would take care of him. His mate.
Arac gasped as something within him gave out, muscles spasming as he felt Arrum's snout suddenly push forward. Shuddering spasms slowly gave way to relaxed clenches, tongue lolling from the heavy dragon's maw as he exhaled.
"Fuck me. Already." The red dragon huffed, snorting loudly as he tried to steady himself.
Arrum shuddered as he gently pulled his maw out from his mate's gaping slit, licking his chops before pulling up onto his knees. The red dragon before him was a sight to behold, gut swollen with their very own clutch. Shiny, taut scales on display. Belly stretched to its limit, yet rounding more each day. The rider grabbed at his mate's leg, helping prop it over his shoulder.
Having two legs... had its advantages. Especially when it came to wrapping a hand around one's own member. Thrusting home had never been easier for Arrum, though it'd be hard to miss a target as big as this. The scaled rider gently eased over his mate, jaw clenching as he let his draconic shaft press against the base of Arac's slit. Pausing, Arrum focused his attention on the writhing dragon before him. Heavy hips squirming. Tail thumping. Paws propped up, to help support the round curve of his belly.
"You look cute right now." Arrum rumbled, squeezing at the heavy haunch propped over his shoulder.
Arac let out a wanton growl, tail thumping even louder with each desperate attempt to push back against his rider.
"Gods, just do it already." The dragon huffed, body too heavy to arch back against his mate.
Arrum obliged, letting his weight gently press atop the dragon before him. The rider hissed in delight as he slowly pushed inside his mate, hoisting Arac's hind leg higher for a better angle.
"I love you." Arrum grunted, tongue lolling from his mouth as he felt himself hilt inside his mate. Cock throbbing inside his overstuffed mate, the dragon let out prideful snort.
Arac moaned loudly beneath Arrum in response, walls clenching tirelessly around his mate. Forepaws pressed against his swollen belly, body tensing with each ministration, the dragon did his best to turn his gaze on the rider atop him.
"Arrum." Arac huffed, taking a deep and shuddering breath. The dragon slowly began to calm as he lowered his head back down to the ground, tail thumping with joy.
The laden beast rumbled, crooning with delight as he felt his mate slowly begin to fuck him. Each plunge of that fattened shaft sent tingles down Arac's spine, his whole body eager to be bred.
Arrum gasped as he thrust, shaft burying deep within his mate. Arac was relaxed. Ready. The dragon's own instincts urged him forward, hips smearing against his mate's as he ground deeper. Deeper. Gripping tightly, draconic eyes taking in the sight of his swollen mate, Arrum felt his mate's walls give out.
He was his now. Ready. Fertile.
Slitted eyes narrowing, Arrum thrust forward with newfound intensity. The dragon below him clutched at his jostling belly, neck craning forward to lap at his strained scales.
Arac's clutch. His eggs.
The rider snarled as he felt his cock stiffen. Thick ropes of cum surged forth, pumping deep within his hilted mate. Desires threatened to overwhelm Arrum, the rider's scaled palm moving out to clasp around the curve of Arac's taut belly.
Driven by instinct, the dragon bent forward. Lapping. Licking. Kissing. Palms pulling and rubbing, listening to his mate's gut slosh about against his grip. He dared not pull out yet, relishing in the warmth of his mate's slit. He would stay here, atop his mate, helping stretch his scales all the more, so that he might further help prepare Arac.
"I love you." Arrum rumbled once more, eyes locked on his mate as he licked at his own lips. The strong smell of their heated sex clung to the room, no doubt drifting into the nearby caves.
Arac could do little more than pant, tail happily slapping against the cave floor. The joy and love that radiated off of his mate was the only answer Arrum needed. Hands still caressing and playing at the curve of Arac's belly, the dragon drank in the sight of his swollen mate.
The two didn't know what life had in store for them, but that was hardly a new sentiment. Arac had learned to stop expecting life's curveballs since he'd first received an offer from Vauhn and Reth to join this Keep. Even more so, once he'd met the love of his life. Arrum had done so much for him, and the rider knew in his heart that the sentiment was shared by his partner. It was this love that gave way to a profound trust, one which permeated through their beings to this very day. The two shared everything. Triumphs. Defeats. And everything in between. The bond that they'd started had woven a rich tapestry, their history tying the other ever closer.
This empathy gave way to something the Grey Keep has yet to see. A bond unlike any other. Arrum and Arac would be the first of their order to seize this power. A rider and dragon, so trusting of the other, so empathetic to the other's plight, that they could take one another's role in a heartbeat. A shifting of duties, back and forth, as they moved through the motions of their lives.
Arac and Arrum proved their worth to the Keep each and every day, their peers looking onwards with a mixture of caution and curiosity. Reth and Vaughn too, would soon prove their commitment to one another. And as others relax in the comfort of one another's presence, more too, would join the mix.
The Grey Keep was once a place for riders to learn how to work alongside dragons. Now, it had become something so much more. What had started as a refuse became a home. From partners in practice, to partners in life.
Arac and Arrum had taken the first step towards something beautiful.
Though explaining that beauty to the rest of the world? Well, that would take some doing. Trust doesn't spring up overnight. It takes time, and hard work, to earn.
Rumors were beginning to spring forth throughout the Kingdom of Resha. The Grey Keep's riders were growing scales. Sprouting wings! Joining their dragons on all fours. Was it by the work of magic, or were these tall tales simply rumors.
Of course, one would be hard pressed to dismiss these stories once a scale-clad rider would arrive in their town.
Clad in a flight harness and strange, yet comfortable looking clothes, one such rider stood before a gawking farmhand.
"Y'know, we're looking for initiates." The rider spoke, voice rumbly and deep. "My partner grew up in this area, actually."
Still, the twenty year old man just stared. Wide eyed, in awe. Head spinning to keep up with what the scaly rider was saying.
The stories had been true. Dragons were returning to the world once more.
"You ever considered trying out?"
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