The Secret to good training
This is a story commission that I have written for a friend of mine
Description: While passing through his home village, a veteran warrior imparts some wisdom and pleasure on an ambitious youth.
Gunnar and titan are part of the Spyro universe
Art done by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/danza/
***The secret to good training***
Gunnar smiled at the sight of the martial court. It had been more than a decade since he last laid eyes upon it. He had arrived to it just like he did now, with a measly sack slung over a shoulder and high ambitions to become a renowned warrior. Fate had had other plans for him, however. His skills with the weapons had served all sorts of purposes, noble and selfish alike, and his warrior's code had undergone certain changes to best adapt to the circumstances in which he found himself in.
This wasn't a pilgrimage, a cathartic journey through which he hoped to rediscover his purpose in life. Not at all. The martial court was in his way, and Gunnar simply wanted to see if other warrior apprentices shared his zeal.
At least until life's trials interfered in their perfect training and disrupted their so-called balance.
At first glance, the martial court appeared to be deserted. The firekeeper had extinguished the torches illuminating the courtyard to emphasize that the training was over, but the flickering light spilling past the edge of a painted window piqued Gunnar's interest.
Inside, he found not a master reviewing the old codes on which this whole place was built, nor a scribe who ordered the texts scattered across hundreds of scrolls into the newer, more orderly books that the high monk finally agreed to accept into his stuck-up culture.
No, this was a warrior, a vermilion combatant with striking violet hues who expertly swung an axe as tall as him around in the patterns of the flamewreathed leviathan. Gunnar never liked that style. The sweeps were too broad, the strikes too slow, and the recovery times too generous. A sly smirk spread on his lips as he silently approached the warrior from behind, taking advantage of his nigh-unbreakable concentration to duck under a swing and appear right in front of him.
"Hello there."
The warrior let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp and instinctively brought the axe around to put it horizontally between him and Gunnar.
"Easy, you well-sculpted titan," Gunnar drawled, casually placing a hand on the handle of the axe, much to the seething anger of the other dragon.
"How do you know my name?" He half-growled, half-spoke. "Who are you? How did you find us?"
"I used to train here long before your time, and longer into the night than you. As for your name..." he paused to jerk Titan's weapon out of his hands and shelter it behind him so fast that even his new companion appreciated with those wide eyed of his.
"I just spewed the first thing that came into mind while looking over your pristine form. Lean but muscular, just the way I like them."
As expected, Titan tried to recover his weapon through the regular means at first, before shifting into the fluid stance of the Waterweaving Thunder Eel to try and overwhelm Gunnar with his terse, snapping blows.
"Please don't," Gunnar said as he effortlessly dodged, blocked, and sailed past everything Titan hurled at him. "That is the style that would have made me a master, had I the inclination for it. I didn't."
Titan stopped, his lips still pulled into a snarl as he regarded Gunnar with hostile respect.
"Leave," he thundered. "I know who you are, just as you know that my duty will compel me to do my utmost to see you away from our sacred grounds, one way or the other."
"Oh, I plan to. I'm not the emotional type who keeps a foot in the past. I did not expect to find anyone here during my moment of reminiscing, but now that I did, I wish to impart the greatest lesson a young, dedicated male such as yourself needs."
Without waiting for Titan to react, Gunnar went down on his knees and dug his snout under the ceremonial loincloth of the young warrior. Stunned that one of his betters humiliated himself by shrinking down before him, Titan simply froze, unable to even back away a step or two before Gunnar took his malehood in his mouth.
Principles, arduous training, and everything else that Titan learned of self-control vanished from his mind the moment his cock entered Gunnar's mouth. He tasted strong and raw, like the broad axe he swung, and Gunnar lustfully sucked on his ever-growing cock, pulling back his foresking with the tip of his tongue bit by bit so as to avoid overstimulating the quaking and obviously pent-up fighter.
"S--stop, what is--what are you--" Titan stuttered. His hands grabbed Gunnar's head, but they lacked the willpower to push him away. No male in his position had the power to deny himself this delight, and Titan knew it. Having never had his cock sucked, Titan's glans engorged to its fullest in just a couple of seconds, and his torrent of thick, sticky, pent-up seed followed suit, spurred forth by the heated warmth of Gunnar's mouth.
The green dragon gulped down Titan's lust with great gusto, savoring the taste of longing so much that with each wave of fresh seed that flooded his mouth, his own cock became harder and harder. Already knowing of what he wanted next, Gunnar guided Titan down on his back, exploiting his afterglow to his benefit.
"Yeah, that's it. Lie down and rest," he said with that honeyed tongue of his right as he eyed his undertail. Then, after suckling on his member a little more, his tongue slid to Titan's bottom as soon as his spurts ceased and his member began to soften, lathering his sensitive, shuddering pucker with the only lubrication he had at hand.
Titan's eyes immediately widened, well aware that no self-respecting dragon should allow another in the backdoor.
"You know you want to," Gunnar whispered, licking a few of the errant droplets of seed dribbling down his chin in a salacious manner. "That is the secret to good training. To let go. To explore the unexplored. To free the body of its bonds and give it that which it craves. It feels freaking great."
Titan grabbed Gunnar by his wrists, but with each heavy breath he took, his hold lessened more and more, to the point where Gunnar shifted his hand over his harm to hold him in place. With his free hand, he pushed away one of Titan's legs, so that his thick, throbbing malehood could find its way under his ripe ballsack heavy with virile fruit.
Titan groaned, and Gunnar hissed in delight when he pushed his tip through to that tight, clenching passage.
"It gets...better...far, far better," Gunnar strained as he pushed the rest of his girth into the male whose eyes began to scrunch from the effort it took to house such a well-endowed dragon into himself. He never had a cock in the ass before, and that was what made the experience far more enthralling for Gunnar.
Titan's sheer tightness, together with the rapid clenching specific to novices in the art of tailhole sex, coaxed beads of precum to appear on the tip of Gunnar's already excited member, the slow, gentle plowing motions spreading it evenly into the orange dragon whose balls shuddered as his cock hardened anew.
The bottom dragon sucked in a deep breath, his teeth clenching, lips pulling into a snarl under narrow, disapproving eyes. He appeared downright menacing, with that impressive mane and nose horn of his, but Gunnar shoved his hips forward harder and stronger, huffing with the toll of breeding, intent on making this young drake his.
"Ready...to become...my apprentice in the way of...bodily delights?"
Titan did not answer. He merely roared when Gunnar buried himself all the way in, the hot jets of seed spearing into him enough to trigger his second climax. Gunnar's grip on his arm tightened, and his neck leaned against Titan's leg while his throbs pushed forth his essence spurt by spurt into Titan's taut, eager butthole.
Even after he finished, he remained inside his companion, stroking his thick, erect shaft to milk the last of his seed out of him.
"There is a lot more of this to come, and all it takes is for you to come with me," he said to the panting orange dragon, savoring the doubt wrestling with his sense of pride. It wasn't easy to be raised a warrior and then submit your tailhole to another, but what was honor compared to the vast pleasures he just began to explore?
Gunnar grinned at the dilemma Titan faced, stroking his chest with deliberate, tender strokes while waiting for his choice.
"Think long and hard. The fate of these plump spheres is at stake," he said while fondling Titan's balls, enjoying their fulness as much as the texture of his sack. So much seed waiting to be unleashed, and all that Titan had to do was submit to his desires every now and then.
***The End***
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