Ambushed
A dragon is ambushed while following an enticing grin ends mystery
Red trotted down the dirt road with a spring in his paw.
Around him the city bustled. Roars and growls could be heard in between the strained voices of bartering and the hearty laughter of dragons. Yet Red walked through the bazaar without a care for the assault of noise upon his ears.
All he cared about was 45th on Hedge Street. That was all the clue Turin had left him with. A note slipped under his door before he woke. A mystery that made his sheath twitch and sent a light shiver down his spine.
Work had been hard today. Not only because of harvest season, with so many more costumers at his bosses shop of wares... and for Red, woes. It had been sweeping the floors, polishing the windows and even fetching items across town. What made it better but also worse was the anticipation of Turin's mystery. Trying all day to hide his swollen sheath with his tail and ignoring the curious looks the dragons with sharp eyes gave him.
But it was all worth it. He thought as he spotted the etched "45" into the stone house up the street. His trot turned into a run then, and he was sure that the tip of his cock was peaking from his sheath. Yet now he only cared about one dragon seeing his indecency.
The wooden door to the town house had a copper knocker on it that Red ignored as he burst through the door. He was panting lightly from the short sprint, his snout open and forked tongue hanging out to cool his maw. He was in a small room, the walls made of round rocks cemented together. The roof was thatched and a few stray fibers lay on the floor, curiously leading to one of the three doors upon which the main room he stood in granted access to. Two doors to his right and left flank, one to his front. This one was ever so slightly ajar.
The dragon kept forward on his four paws, taking care to step on the dirt floor and not the dried thatch. The noise from the outside chaos would have masked him anyway, yet still he tread with care.
When Red reached the door he placed a paw on its dry, wooden surface and pushed, ever so slightly. It moved a scale's breath until a soft creak could be heard. Red pressed the side of his snout up against the opening. Yet he only saw a room identical to the one he was currently in, minus two doors and plus a bed.
The bed sent a shiver down his spine and a hunger ingnited in his eyes. He wanted, no, needed to get into that room, now! Without another thought he burst past the door. His actions kicked up the dirt floor inside the room, forming a haze that blurred Red's vision.
But before the dust settled a heavy weight press against the small of his back and his chest was forced to the ground, also forcing his hind end into the air. Not a moment later he felt his tailhole penetrated, the other dragon's cock hitting its mark first try with practiced ease. Red began to let out a moan in delight but a paw clamped down on his snout, shoving it too into the dirt. He let out a whimper instead, the cock inside him throbbing and pressing against his tight walls.
The paw that held the small of his back down was taken away. But Red was too distracted with the cock inside him to notice. He desperately wanted the other dragon to start thrusting, or at least grind against him. Yet he got none of that, sat on the beginning of pleasure begging to dive into the depths.
He started to give out begging whimpers to his dominant partner, muffled by the paw pressing his snout into the dirt. When that failed he pushed back against the cock inside him with his forepaws, this seemed to get a response as the other dragon's free paw drifted to his hind legs and spread them wider. Red groaned at this action, sure he was about to be taken, roughly.
Then the dragon thrust forward, keeping Red pinned to the ground with a forepaw upon the snout as he pushed his cock deeper inside the smaller dragon. Yet at the same time the other paw reached underneath Red, found his swollen sheath, and squeezed.
Red froze at this unexpected action, the moan caught in his throat by both the dominating paw and the rapid increase in thrusts after his needy sheath was grabbed. With each hump against his ass Red whimpered. The other dragon's cock penetrating deeper and deeper, stretching his rear. And with each thrust the paw upon his sheath squeezed, precum dribbling between its digits but the cock staying safely within its fleshly cocoon.
Red began pushing back against the dragon in time with their thrusts. His tail draping limply across his back as he was taken. The paw encircling his sheath squeezed harder, using it to pull Red back against the penetrating cock.
The smaller dragon's forepaws clenched the dirt floor. The thrusts against his rear increased and deepened as the other dragon's inner thighs made contact with his ass. Red groaned through the paw holding down his snout, he needed to get hard, he needed to cum. But his pride was encased within a possessive claw, both protecting and restraining him at the same time, pleasuring and restricting.
The thrusts turned into smacks as the other dragon's hips made contact with Red's bare rear over and over again. He squirmed beneath the ministrations. The pleasure within him building and building with each smack, sure if not for the paw he would have cum by now. And sure that the other dragon had to be close to doing the same.
With a sudden movement the paw was lifted from his snout and held firm on his thigh. Red would have moaned out a name were it not for a market increase in the volume and depth of the thrusts into his rear. So he was reduced to pants as, rapidly, he was pounded into the dirt. The paws upon his thigh and sheath both holding him steady to receive the smacks and to hold back his own pleasure.
Suddenly, Red felt the cock within him tense, hard as a rock and planted deep inside him. But before the pressure burst a pair of fangs clamped down on his neck and again held his snout against the dirt. Then the dragon came.
Deep ropes of cum painted the inside of Red's walls. Who, despite the squeezing paw on his sheath found a way to experience his own peak. As rivulets of gooey liquids filled his insides, cum dribbled between the digits of the other dragons paw. A restricted orgasm but all the more pleasurable nonetheless.
The dragons shivered against each other as they came. Their hips pressed snuggly together as cum dripped from under the bottom dragon's tail.
Then Red finally moaned, long and low. "Fuuuuuck."
Turin's response was a lick upon the cheek