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Blossoms and Dragons

Springtime in Rissen; the most bountiful of the seasons, when life is at its peak and every cycle begins anew. Athys and Lethoran found themselves at the mercy of life itself, as the two young drakes were both blossoming into adults around the same time and experiencing the same thing in somewhat different ways. While they were of similar age, Lethoran was the far more experienced of the two and had a lot of work to do when it came to educating his smaller companion.

Athys had a bit of baggage to deal with when it came to his development. The Dra'essa - more commonly known as a wingless dragon - was a saurossin sub-species who was very rare and therefore valued by trappers and hunters on the nearby region of Balico. He may have been intelligent, but that didn't stop those who wanted to make coin off his hide one way or another. In fact, that was how the two of them met. Lethoran saved Athys from the trappers that had successfully caught him and were planning on selling the dra'essa to a local buyer.

There was, of course, a lot more to the pair's story together, as they had grown up together, matured together, and were rarely far from one another in the many years between Athys' rescue and this fateful springtime folly. Given Lethoran's extensive experience in the world, he took the role of mentor to the smaller drake, and that extended to helping Athys through the most troubling time for any dragon. Adolescence, and for a dragon, adolescence was equivalent to a human's young adulthood.

The two travelled, grew, hunted, shared, nested, and conversed together on a daily basis. They shared stories, they helped one another, and they offered support where it was needed. Together, they contained the experience needed to grow and prosper, even if it sometimes seemed like they both had a lot to learn. So of course, when it came time to blossom into a mature drake, Lethoran was there by Athys' side every step of the way, and that included soon after the smaller one's first wet dream.

Sometime during the first month of springtime in the Rissen wilds, the two were sleeping together in a hollowed out cave at the base of a cliff near the vast forest that blanketed the valley of their home. There, Lethoran was woken by the nocturnal emission of his sleeping companion. He could have woken Athys up to explain things, but instead chose to keep quiet and wait for Athys to ask.

That did not happen, at least not that night. Athys even woke during these gooey events. Lethoran saw this, but did not probe. So, given Lethoran's more stoic nature and hardened exterior, he opted not to bring up a potentially embarrassing subject. Plus, he knew that ever since Athys had been released from the clutches of the trappers that kept him prisoner, he had been eager to learn and expand his knowledge every step of the way. Lethoran knew that if Athys was curious, he'd ask; it was one of the furred drake's most endearing traits.

Such messy midnight accidents continued for more than a week, with each subsequent night putting more stress on Lethoran to say something. He held true, however, and did his best to let Athys initiate the conversation. He also didn't want to push the issue, as he himself was also experiencing something similar. The difference between them was that Lethoran had the maturity needed to find out the nature of what was happening to his body on his own. He didn't need someone to sit down and have the talk with him. He did, however, have the brashness to outright ask.

One day, when the two separated to hunt, Lethoran did all he could to investigate the changes in his body. He didn't have many resources to use to his advantage, but he did know of a small group of dragons that lived in a cave system nearby. So, during his alone time, Lethoran sought advice from these older, more mature dragons - some of the only ones he trusted. Lethoran was hardened from a life of hardship and strife, which was why the two were so isolated from others and why Lethoran was so keen on doing all he could to foster Athys' growth. He wanted peace for his partner.

That meeting was an entire afternoon's worth of discussion and education, all valuable information that Lethoran planned on bringing back to the den that night. He was still learning himself, yet he found one of the best ways to retain information was to share or inform others.

Later that evening, when the two reconvened after a successful day's hunt, Lethoran and Athys divided the meat up in accordance to their respective sizes and enjoyed a lovely meal together before Lethoran insisted the two of them go to a nearby glade so they could talk in private. This glade was surrounded on all sides by dense bushes, ensuring nobody nearby could see or hear unless they were eavesdropping. It was a place they liked to spend their evenings after eating, as both had bellies full and little to no desire to fly or exert themselves. Spending an evening in the glade was not uncommon, but Lethoran's demeanour made Athys a little uncomfortable.

As the pair of them slipped into the gently lit clearing, Athys couldn't help but ask. "What's the occasion, Leth? You seem uncomfortable." His voice was chipper, if a little shaky. Part of him always worried that, given his status as a wingless drake, he'd eventually be left or abandoned. His time with the trappers had ruined him in some ways, but strengthened him in others. He had concern, but also had plenty of faith in his mentor and friend.

The two of them took a moment to lay down together, as they often did. Lethoran - the larger of the two - curled around Athys and gently nuzzled him, smiling all the while. He wanted to be as kind as he could before breaching the subject. "I'm not uncomfortable. Not yet, anyway." He shook himself off and wrapped his thick, scaly tail around Athys as the smaller drake nipped and nuzzled him back. "But I did notice you've been quite aroused in the middle of the night and I felt it was time to bring it up with you. To discuss it. I was initially hoping you'd ask, but I think it might be best to get it out there and see what happens."

Athys did not blush or shy away. "Oh, you know about that." He lower his gaze for a moment, however. "I didn't know what it was. I just thought I was maybe catching a cold of some sort. A cold where, you know, I-" He trailed off, not able to put words to his feelings.

"It's called a wet dream." Lethoran interjected. "It's very common for dragons of our age."

With a flick of the ear and a head-tilt, Athys kept his gaze trained on Lethoran. He didn't say anything and instead waited for his companion to explain a bit more, as he hadn't thought of a decent question to ask about the situation.

So Lethoran continued. "I know things are strange, but your body is ... you're a drake now, so your body is adjusting. And part of that is potentially intimate." He glanced down over Athys' body to see that the dra'essa was on his side in a perfect position to expose his furred sheath.

Athys was able to trace Lethoran's gaze and meekly rolled over so that his belly was flush to the grasses and ferns, hiding his loins. "I know. I figure it'll go away eventually." He confessed.

"Unfortunately, it likely won't. Not unless you do something about it." Lethoran took a moment to stroke Athys down his spine, claws tracing through the smaller drake's soft brown fur. He was trying to be sensual, while not overstepping his boundaries. "Are you at all familiar with that part of your body? Do you know how all of that works? More importantly, do you want to know?"

"I know a bit. I know I get hard when I'm excited and I know it goes away after a while. Yeah, I'm curious, I just didn't know I could ask you. Can I ask you for help?" He wasn't trying to be intimate or sensual in his inquiry, he was mostly wide-eyed and sincerely curious.

Lethoran knew this and responded appropriately. "I can certainly help. Here." He slid his claw around Athys' side and tickled his belly, subtly guiding his partner's actions. Once Athys rolled over again to expose his belly and groin, Lethoran gave a bit more to one side of his sheath to lightly prod and stimulate Athys.

Given his position as a young adult who was still going through a change in physical maturity, Athys almost immediately began to swell, his member expanding against the flesh of his furred sheath. He didn't know what to say or how to react, so he simply curled his toes and watched as his fleshy, tapered tip emerged to reveal itself. He wanted to reach down and push it back inside or maybe to subtly pleasure himself while feigning bashfulness, but he trusted Lethoran completely and knew that his green-scaled friend was trustworthy.

"How much do you know about yourself?" Lethoran repeated as he rolled onto his back, cradling Athys on his belly so that both of them were fully exposed. The tangle of bushes and vines around the outside of the glade and the single beam of evening sun poking through the trees ensured that there was a virtual spotlight on the two of them that only they'd see.

"I'd say I know the basics. I know mating is important, I know a drake and a hen make eggs. I know that we'd lock together and a few days later, you know." He still wasn't blushing, but he was by no means confident enough to speak with any semblance of self-assurance. "What else do I need?"

Lethoran smiled. "A lot. It's not just about making eggs, you know. There's so much joy to be had when it comes to your own body. Here, let me show you." He reached down between Athys' hind legs to knead the smaller drake's sheath back, peeling the flesh away from the growing member within.

Athys happily allowed this and even curled his toes while bucking his hips to show just how sensitive he was to the touch. Before long, the flesh of his member was fully exposed, from the tapered tip with the nubs around the rim to the many spines lining the underside and eventually the subtly formed bulbs near the base that would eventually form a knot.

While they were not the same, Lethoran knew enough about drake anatomy to understand what every bump, ridge, and feature was on Athys' member. He had a lot to go over, so he gently started by cradling the tip with two fingers. Just as he was about to explain, Athys recoiled and whimpered a bit, clearly oversensitive to the touch. It took a moment for Lethoran to understand that the coarseness of his claws was not the sort of sensation one wanted on an exposed member. The best he could do was slowly and sensually lick his own paw to cover it with saliva, thus making his scales far softer and more sensual to the touch.

Upon trying again, Athys relaxed and whimpered, this time in pleasure instead of discomfort.

Confident in continuing, Lethoran relayed the information given to him by the dragons in the cave as best he could remember, interspersed with a bit of his own experience. "This part is the glans. The tip. The head. It's very sensitive to the touch, as you may have noticed." He gave a gentle squeeze that made Athys' entire body twitch. "One thing I've learned is that this part of a drake's body is most sensitive to friction. So if you lightly stroke here, it'll feel very good. This is great if you're in a hurry."

Athys appreciated this, so he reached down and joined, taking over for Lethoran by gently pinching and stroking just the tip. "Why would I want to be fast? Wouldn't you want to go slow? Or wait, if you wish to mate, then I guess it's safer to go fast, right? Plenty of predators out there."

"Correct, very true on both counts. However, this sort of pleasure is not exclusive to mating. Sometimes, if you don't release this tension, it can build up. That's why you've been making messes in the middle of the night. You haven't been taking care of yourself." Lethoran explained.

This declaration made Athys somewhat indignant. "I take care of myself!" He scoffed; he was very good about cleaning himself, showering in the waterfalls, and scratching off any bugs that got near him. He was very clean and very good at caring for himself and he didn't appreciate the implication that he was gross or dirty in any way. He knew the females hated dirty drakes.

So Lethoran explained as best he could. "A drake needs to release every now and then. Their essence is stored deep inside, that's the essence that puts life into your partners. That's how we get eggs. However, your body keeps making it, and there's only so much room inside you to store it for later use. So, if it gets to be too much, your body ejects it, often when you're sleeping. If you take care of yourself in this way, you won't have that issue. If you pleasure yourself, your essence will replenish more freely and you won't make a mess of the den, do you understand?"

Athys paused a moment to think about it. He wasn't fully confident in his answer, but he nodded in approval anyway. "I think so!" He was mostly distracted by his partner's idle stroking, since he loved the sensation and didn't want it to end. It was a sly way to extend this particular pleasure.

"It's called masturbation. Fapping. It's fun, as you may have noticed." Lethoran emphasized this point by giving a few more idly strokes before moving on. "And back to my prior point, sometimes you want to climax - to release your essence - quickly because you don't want to get bogged down with the details. Sometimes you want to reach your destination without wasting too much time on the journey. For this, the tip is best. A simple bit of stroking can get you where you need to be without much work. But if you want something deeper and more powerful..." He trailed off as he slowly wrapped his entire talon around his partner's shaft. Given their difference in size, the smaller drake's member was almost lost to Lethoran's palm.

The added pressure and sensation made Athys tense up, each one of his claws curling and his tail twitching at the end. He really did love that feeling and didn't quite know why. He had certainly experimented on his own with the head-squeezing and rubbing method - something he'd tested and enjoyed in the past but not used to completion - but this was very different.

Having noticed this change in behaviour, Lethoran continued his lesson but letting go, licking his palm to reapply as much saliva as he could, then pointing to the line of spines down the underside of Athys' shaft. "Those right there are your ridges or spines. Different drakes call them different things. You will find that they are sensitive-" He paused to lightly pluck one, then another, then a third one in deliberate succession. "But that you almost certainly won't ejaculate - that is, release your essence - this way. These are mostly for pleasing your partner, for tickling his or her insides to make the mating process easier and to better ensure a bountiful clutch."

"His?" Athys inquired. He knew and understood that two drakes couldn't mate, but he was certainly aware that his desires weren't female-centric. He wanted to make sure, at least in the eyes of his mentor, that his willingness and desire to be with another male was okay.

Lethoran nodded. "Sometimes, yes. Look." He rolled over a bit to better expose his own loins, revealing his genital slit to Athys. "Different kinds of drakes have many different body configurations. As you can see, your parts are in a nice little holder, a sheath with your gonads hanging under your tail. But me? All my parts are inside. My member only comes out when I want to play." He slid two of his digits into himself, spreading his scaled lips to reveal his pink, fleshy insides with a pointed tip emerging from the folds. "See?"

"Can I?" Athys asked as he reached over but stopped before touching.

"If you wish." Lethoran allowed, then immediately regretted as the smaller drake's inexperienced talons grazed his length. He sincerely desired allowing himself as a subject for Athys to explore and investigate, but he quickly learned that his companion would need to be more careful. Within seconds of Athys rummaging around inside the dragon's slit, he was forced to put a stop to it. "Maybe some other time." He said, his words firm but gentle in equal measure.

Athys knew what this meant and he understood that he would have to go back to taking care of himself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Lethoran chuckled, mostly to himself. "It's fine, I promise. That part of the body is very, very sensitive and you'll learn how to navigate it with those paws of yours in time. However, maybe that can wait for another day. Maybe you can explore my body, inside and out, another day. But for now, let's get back to you." He rolled back over so he was hovering over Athys, where he carried on with his claws-on anatomy lesson.

"So, we're seen that your tip is most sensitive to friction, your shaft is very textured for you partner's pleasure, and now we get to the best part of some dragons: your knot." He once again slathered his talon is his saliva by drooling all over it and smearing it with his tongue, deliberately making a mess to ensure there was a thick coat of viscous mess all over himself right to the wrist. He then slid his hands down Athys' belly and along his sheath, palm out so that when he balled up his hand in a fist, his digits curled around the base of his partner's knot. This forced Athys to arch his back in delight only to relax and shudder as he came to rest.

Yet, despite this temporary lapse in pleasure, Athys found himself lost in the pulsating waves of pleasure that throbbed through his entire body in time with his heartbeat. The pressure on his knot accentuated everything in his loins all the way from the base of his tail to the back of his throat. It was entirely too much for him to handle all at once, given the fact that he'd never been handled by another in such a way. Sure, he'd touched himself a few times mostly out of curiosity, but this was entirely different; Lethoran knew what he was doing and was systematically squeezing and releasing in, what seemed to his relatively inexperienced mind, perfect rhythm with his heartbeat.

The pressure of having that part of him squeezed mixed with the copious saliva quickly made the twin lobes swell and grow to full girth in the dragon's palm. The pleasure was almost instantly hitting its peak and nearly brought him to climax within seconds, stopped only when Lethoran released his grip and thus eliminated all pressure. Each time he did so, Athys squeaked and chirped, his voice cute and innocent yet carnal and needy in equal measure.

The pleasure nearly brought him to climax time and time again, a climax he tried his best to delay as he didn't want it to be over. Sure, he wanted to reach that destination, but he was enjoying his life lesson so much he had to do what he could to postpone that arrival. The only thing he could think to do was ball his paws up into fists and use his claw-tips against his palm, using the distraction to keep from ejaculating. Unfortunately, even through his best efforts, he was unable to stave off his climax; Lethoran continued his explanation, not realizing just how close the dra'essa had come to finishing.

He took a moment to explain. "Of all the parts of your body in particular, the knot is by far the most sensitive to pressure. A little squeeze-" He clenched a bit to prove a point, then released again within a couple of seconds. "-and I'm sure you can feel just how fun it is. This part swells to lock you and your partner together, and if their body squeezes tight enough, it could milk you for your essence. That's how they get the most seed for their eggs. It's the deepest pleasure, the most full-bodied delight. The most complete exper-" During his monologue about the delights of knot stimulation, he had been lightly squeezing and tugging, and he should have known that a drake with so little experience would have a very sensitive trigger. Midway through one of his informative sentences, he was interrupted by a series of ejaculations in quick succession, each one painting a strip on his forearm.

Lethoran knew better than to let go, so he squeezed just a bit tighter and tugged ever so gently, helping Athys to come to completion without overstimulating. The smaller drake bucked his hips, twitched every muscle in his loins, and lightly chirped and growled alternately before finally tensing up and relaxing one last time, his knot 'tied' to the palm and digits wrapped around his knot.

Athys then grabbed Lethoran by the front leg and pulled him in close, a cute combination of a hug and a mounting grip; the dra'essa felt closer to his partner than he ever had before, his mind a swirling mess of latent pleasure and blissful nirvana. This was a transcendent experience for him, something he never knew he wanted so badly until this exact moment. He didn't want it to end, he didn't want to let it go, so he kept a firm grip on Lethoran's arm and bucked his hips into the dragon's palm, eagerly pumping the last of his essence all over his partner, who was taken aback.

After only a moment's hesitation, Lethoran curled around with knot still in hand to start using his tongue to clean up the mess. He started on his own forearm, then did his best to get what he could out of Athys' belly fur before being stopped by Athys, who seemed to feel guilty and responsible.

"N-no, I can do it!" He assured his partner. While still knotted to the dragon's grip, he tried to roll over only to feel another burst of latent pleasure as the pressure triggered a second, much weaker wave of orgasmic delight. This stopped him in his tracks, allowing Lethoran to carry on.

"No, it's fine. I promise. You'll learn in time that your partners more often than not will love to have a taste." He deliberately licked up as much as he could, then used his tongue to cradle Athys' tip - triggering another burst of pleasure to surge through his oversensitive length due to his head being particularly susceptible to friction - before finally letting go and letting Athys handle himself. "You'll also learn in time that, once you're done, your mindset changes and you might feel differently. Like right now, the moment you finished, you immediately felt guilt. That's common, and in time I hope you'll learn to never be ashamed of what makes you happy, as long as your partner is also happy."

As Lethoran gave his little speech, Athys' sheath had slowly extended past his knot to swallow up his length, leaving only the tip exposed before the dra'essa stretched and arched his back to contort his body in exactly the right way to tug himself back inside. Only then did he flop down next to Lethoran with a satisfied grin on his face.

"See? Maybe we should head back to the den for the night. Our bellies are full and I think that's enough biology for today. Let this lesson conclude with a warning that once you've reached climax, you almost certainly will be too tired to do much of anything. Next time, we'll be doing a more thorough examination of my anatomy for comparison." He leaned down to whisper in Athys' ear. "And maybe then you'll be able to see what it feels like to penetrate a partner."

This made Athys perk his ears up only to flop onto his side, belly exposed as he rolled in the grass like a content feline. "That would be nice." He mumbled, his voice already slurring as fatigue washed over him. "That will be nice, indeed."

"Come on, let's get you back to the den." Lethoran urged as he helped his companion to all fours and eased him out of the glade as the sun finally set in the distance. It wasn't long at all before the two were cuddling in their hollowed out cave once more.

Only this time, hopefully, there would be no messy accidents waking them up in the middle of the night. Regardless of what happened, the two were closer than ever before and would almost certainly find comfort in one another before long.