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They had said all they needed to. The sensation of his soft lips against Beroan's thicker, suede lips evolved quickly into a passionate kiss, one where the dragon's tongue slid across Ailmer's far less nimble one. Ailmer pressed himself against the dragon's front, his fingers gripping the sides of the Beroan's muscular neck, trying to haul the much heavier creature against him like he was afraid that he was going to dissolve and disappear once he was out of his grip.

They barely had time to pant against each other as their tongues explored each other's teeth. Oxygen was an afterthought to the sensation of each other's bodies and only gasped as scarcely as possible to stave off the lightheadedness not caused by their overwhelming emotions. Beroan quivered as he felt the human's tongue push past the swell of his tapered, squirming tongue to breach the side of his lips. He had to pull his tongue back slightly when he felt Ailmer gulp around the tip, worrying that he'd pushed too far in his excitement.

Ailmer didn't let him retreat. It might be uncomfortable, but he pushed forward, firmly gulping over the tip of the drake's tongue as he pressed his lips back against the dragon's, forcing his tongue around the warm, slick muscle and across the sides of the dragon's teeth. Surprised, Beroan almost recoiled, but Ailmer's hands, cupped behind his jaws, kept his head in place. Finally, he relaxed into the kiss and Ailmer's eagerness, letting his tongue pump along Ailmer's cheek. Their mouths were crowded with tongues, and they fought against the realities of physics as they tried to push their bodies closer together.

Gasping, Ailmer finally pulled back. Beroan let him, his tongue trailing out of his mouth as they parted. Their breath mingled between them as they panted. Ailmer managed to let go of the dragon's head, moving his hands down to start unbuttoning his shirt. Beroan nuzzled in as soon as he started to display his chest, licking firmly along the exotic, smooth skin on display. Soon, his tongue quested further down the inside of his shirt, flexing and surging against unyielding linen and making the still-fastened buttons jump under his fingers. He fondled and worked at them as the dragon's tongue squirmed against his chest, and suddenly understood Beroan's frustration with clothing.

His cock was already straining against his pants, and he hadn't even gotten his shirt halfway off. His other hand reached up to rub along Beroan's chin, curling to scratch along that particular angle that made him purr. Though, that motion left his other hand awkwardly pushing his buttons undone. Without the dragon tongue squirming quite as excitedly underneath them, it was markedly easier to push them undone. By the time that he got all but the last button undone, Ailmer could easily spot Beroan's cock bouncing between his hind legs, already dripping a strand of precum that glistened in the moonlight.

Ailmer nearly swore as he tugged the wrong side of the cord tying his trousers around his hips. The knot immediately cinched down against itself into an impenetrable ball of taut fiber. In his haste, he tried to tug at the cord with his fingernails, but they slipped as he worked with feverish desperation, his cock straining against the cloth, aching for his lover.

He looked up to notice Beroan standing in front of him, eying him with a wide, insufferably pleased grin. Ailmer narrowed his eyes, before the dragon wiggled his hips, glancing down at the knot and back up at Ailmer, his eyes twinkling. Annoyed at the focus on his slight blunder, exaggerated by his desire, Ailmer fiddled with the stuck knot for a few more moments. Did he have a knife? He could just cut the cord and--

"Should I shred that little bit of silly plant fluff?" Beroan asked.

His tone was as smarmy as he thought he could get away with, which in this instance, was all the way. Ailmer's eyes narrowed even more and he didn't dignify the dragon with a response. However, he did hook his fingers through the stuck cord, stretching the string away from his hips to hold it out for the dragon's claw.

Beroan wasn't about to lose his chance for revenge, however. In a rare display of patience, Ailmer watched his forepaw slowly crawl up the inside of his thigh. He shivered as the drake's warm paw brushed against his crotch and the aching, straining bulge inside. Ailmer found his hips grinding forward, working his stiff, aching cock against the dragon's body.

Was he actually blushing? Was that a moan? Makith's fire, it had to be, the way that damnable dragon was grinning. Ailmer grunted, tugging his fingers forward again to offer up the stuck cord, hard enough that he felt it dig into his hips and fingers. Beroan teased just as mercifully as Ailmer had in the past, savoring the mage's regret as he refused to clip the strand of cloth.

The dragon's digits splayed out against his hips, squeezing with warm pads over his crotch and thighs. With a pant, Ailmer ground in; at least with the dragon's paw there, his cock was pinned along his thigh instead of straining in vain at the rough fabric. If nothing else, at least he could feel the dragon against him, pressing intimately against him in a way that he thought that he had lost. "Come on, Beroan..." Ailmer mumbled.

The dragon smirked even more widely, leaning down. Ailmer shifted his fingers out a little more, giving the dragon plenty of space to snip the cord with his teeth. However, the dragon's paw gripped his hip and his muzzle kept going down, pressing against his crotch. The drake's nose pointedly nuzzled the stretched cord up out of the way, huffing warm air over Ailmer's waist.

The dragon's tongue snaked out, pressing firmly against Ailmer's naked belly. Ailmer jumped and groaned, unable to help the reactions that left him grinding forward. His stiff erection pushed in against his thigh as he worked it against Beroan's muzzle, meeting spun linen on one side and his smooth skin on the other.

The sensation changed as the drake's prehensile tongue slipped into his waistband. Ailmer hissed softly as slick warmth pressed against his belly and wound around his crotch. He actually whimpered as the dragon's tongue pressed along his pent-up cock, and his face burned red as it slid up the side of his shaft to let the flexible tip tickle the end of his cock.

Was he actually blushing? How long had it been that he was able to relax enough to feel embarrassed? Flames, Ailmer thought, he felt like an awkward youth again. Here he was, unable to figure out simple clothing because of his eagerness for Beroan's touch.

But he already had the drake's sensational caress. Even as he fought and shivered, he felt the dragon's nimble tongue slowly curling around his aching cock, trapped sideways in his pants. Some part of him suggested that he contemplate, that he draw back from the embrace and figure out if he was really that consumed by his past. He took a breath and noted that thought, letting it drift back in his mind so that he could simply enjoy the wonderful dragon in front of him.

Ailmer pushed forward, letting out a soft moan as the motion made the dragon's tongue shift and squish against his cock. He pressed his hips against the dragon's smirk with the motion. His efforts couldn't force that thick neck to move, however. All that his needy hump did was make the dragon's tongue curl more tightly around his shaft. The grip was suddenly uncomfortably firm around his shaft; at least, as uncomfortable as the incredible sensation of the dragon's tongue could be.

He finally let his fingers drop the bound cord. Suddenly without something to cling to, he groped forward to wrap his fingers around the dragon's horn with one hand, the other reaching over his head to wind his fingers around the edge of the drake's thick collar. His fingertips were suddenly trapped between the dragon's muscled neck and that smooth leather strap. His fingers were suddenly wedged as tightly against the dragon as his cock was.

Mercifully, Beroan lifted his paw, sliding his digits up beside his face. He hooked the bound cord with two digits, initially sliding the tie of the fabric belt to the ball of his paw to give a playful yank.

There wasn't any way for Ailmer to go, and all that the motion did was make the dragon bury his muzzle even more firmly in Ailmer's crotch. Ailmer let out a grunt of pent-up frustration, shifting on his toes to roll his hips against the dragon's muzzle. "Please, Beroan...I get it, it's more fun when you're the one teasing." Ailmer panted.

It was a mark of surprising skill that Beroan was able to reply, in a language not evolved for his body, especially as tongue-tied as he was. Even still, his words stumbled over his coiled tongue, and each word made the dragon's tongue shift against Ailmer's cock. "Say 'at like I'm not 'ust as needy."

The reply made Ailmer's face turn bright red. Again, blushing? He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, powerfully enough he was worried his chest would burst. Overwhelming emotion flooded through him, forcing him to lean forward, trying to drag the dragon's muzzle even closer to his hips. His fingers gripped, white-knuckled, and his hips bucked against the dragon's muzzle, bouncing his tongue-stuffed trousers against the dragon's lips.

Mercifully, he felt the dragon's paw shift back down. The dragon's claw slipped down, pressing the back of the semi-blunt talon against the underside of his belly. The unyielding chitin was a contrast to the rest of the dragon's body. Even his scales had some give, but the drake's hard claw was enough to make Ailmer's hips pause. His heart pounded with anticipation as Beroan tugged back, tightening the knotted cord across the back of his hips. It strained, cutting into his skin uncomfortably as is struggled to resist the dragon's claw. Though not exceedingly sharp, mostly due to their size, the drake's talons still had a sharp enough ridge on the inside of their curve to fray the string. Beroan's eyes twinkled, and he waited until he caught Ailmer's eyes before he tugged his paw back.

With a snap, the tension around Ailmer's waist suddenly disappeared. A look of satisfaction crossed Beroan's face as he had gotten a chance to make good on his promise. "Shred that silly plant fluff, finally?" Ailmer asked.

"Get the rest off or I'll keep going." Beroan rumbled.

It was a vain threat. Beroan's tongue pried down against Ailmer's suddenly-slack waistband and forced the loosened pants down his legs. Ailmer didn't even have time to reach down and grab the hem of his shirt before his pants were around his ankles and the dragon's muzzle dove forward, sinking Ailmer's whole cock into his warm, wet muzzle. With a groan, Ailmer let his shirt hang over Beroan's muzzle, reaching forward to grip one of the drake's horns.

Beroan began to bob on Ailmer's shaft. His cock slid smoothly along the dragon's nimble tongue. That muscle teased out a groan out of Ailmer as Beroan showed off his skillful control of the wet, prehensile muscle. He turned his head slightly as he twisted his long tongue into a coil around the entire length of Ailmer's stiff cock. Ailmer gasped through suddenly clenched teeth as he pushed his hips forward, meeting Beroan's muzzle halfway.

The slick heat of the dragon's body was a stark contrast to the cool night air. Each time the dragon slid back, the chill air made his cock tingle, but the eager dragon's muzzle quickly engulfed it in heat. The drake's talented tongue worked firmly against his shaft each time his lips pressed against Ailmer's crotch. Beroan's prehensile tongue squirmed against the bulge that ran down the underside of his shaft and the thick muscle undulated against his tip each time it squeezed. Each clench made Ailmer's toes curl in his boots.

He could already feel his orgasm welling up inside his loins. Ailmer clenched down, trying not to nip off the tip of his tongue as he did. His teeth gritted together, and the vocal warning of his impending orgasm couldn't slip past his teeth. He wanted Beroan differently, though, and a sudden flash of worry crossed his mind that he'd get off too hard in Beroan's muzzle and not be able to perform later. Seized with sudden panic at the thought, he pushed at Beroan's horns to try to shove the dragon's muzzle off.

Beroan's hardly seemed to notice. His eyes flicked up to meet Ailmer's, even as he strained against the dragon's horns. The drake's head didn't budge, outside of the same luxurious bobbing pattern he had been enjoying. Ailmer grunted through gritted teeth, trying to hold back. He teetered on the brink of his orgasm, slowly tensing more and more of his body to try to hold back the tide. Eventually, his core was trembling as his fingers locked onto the dragon's horns in a white-knuckled grip.

His whole form was clenched as tightly as he could manage and his loins burned with exertion. The rest of his body, the little bit not under his control, was trying just as desperately to pour into the dragon's hot mouth. Even though his arms were holding as hard as they could to the dragon's horns, it was like trying to steer a horse by pressing on its shoulders. No matter how hard he held, his hands stayed pressed against the animal, and it continued moving however it liked.

The fear, probably irrational as it was considering his previous stamina, still tugged at him. However, he managed to crack his eyes open and noticed the dragon still staring at him. An amused smile creased Beroan's muzzle as he kept eye contact with Ailmer. The damn drake knew exactly what he was doing and how much he wanted Ailmer's orgasm.

That thought, more than anything else, finally dashed Ailmer's fear. The human took a deep breath and relaxed, letting his aching thighs relax and his fingers unclench and tremble over Beroan's horns. The green drake replied by pushing his muzzle forward, sinking the whole of Ailmer's cock into his hot muzzle. His tongue ground firmly against the underside of Ailmer's cock before it slid forward. Beroan let the meat of his broadening tongue run along Ailmer's tip and shaft as he pressed it forward, mashing the warm, slick muscle against Ailmer's sac.

Eyes locked, with knees and fingers quivering, Ailmer gasped as he came. His hips bucked forward, bouncing against Beroan's snout as he moved in the finger-width gap between his hips and the dragon's muzzle. Beroan kept suckling on his shaft as the first two shots of seed spilled across his tongue as it undulated along the entire length of his cock. Beroan gulped audibly before he suddenly slid his muzzle back.

Ailmer was just as powerless to stop him as he had been before. Beroan's muzzle slid entirely off Ailmer's flexing cock, subjecting his orgasmically sensitive cock to the chill night air. However, his tongue kept his shaft propped up with a lazy loop around the middle of his flexing shaft. Beroan kept eye contact with Ailmer as his tongue pumped lazily along the human's cock, milking the rest of his orgasm over his muzzle.

Thick strands of seed splashed over the bridge of Beroan's snout, joining the clear strands of saliva that dripped off his tongue. Messy strands of thick seed splattered across the dragon's face and his open maw. The flexes of the human's cock and the loose, moving grip of Beroan's tongue made certain that the spread of seed was as wide as possible. A few shots even made it far enough across Beroan's muzzle and head to separate from their ropes to break into thick droplets of milky fluid that rolled down the dragon's cheek scales. One forced the dragon to close one eye when it dripped over his brow ridge, but Beroan didn't seem to mind as he continued lazily milking Ailmer's twitching cock with short jerks of his tongue.

Ailmer's tense body jolted each time that slick tongue worked from his shaft to his oversensitive cocktip, but he managed to quiet his embarrassingly bestial grunts into hissed gasps through clenched teeth. He managed to slowly release his fingers from Beroan's horns as his cock throbbed a few more times, leaving him gasping for breath as he slowly pulled away.

Beroan didn't let him, however. A large paw lifted and gripped his rump, forcing him roughly forward. Ailmer, caught in his afterglow, let out a yelp of surprise as he stumbled forward and buried his cock back into the dragon's hot, slick muzzle. He let out another loud grunt but managed to catch himself with both hands on top of Beroan's soaked head. His fingers nearly slid right off the cum-slick scales of the dragon's muzzle, but Ailmer managed to grip down enough to catch himself, though one set of his fingertips curled into the dragon's warm mouth.

He shivered, clenching down even more tightly as Beroan began to suck firmly on his shaft. Pleasure exploded through him from his oversensitive shaft powerfully enough to force Ailmer to double over on top of the dragon's muzzle. Stars danced in the corner of his vision as he panted, tugging weakly at the dragon's muzzle to try to free his cock--the sensation of Beroan's tongue squirming along his shaft was debilitating. However, he was forced to endure the attention until his sensitivity drifted back to normal, leaving him gasping and panting as his knees trembled against Beroan's chin.

With the heat of Beroan's tongue still sliding along his shaft, he finally managed to stumble backward. With a shuddering gasp, Ailmer managed to part his hips from the dragon's messy lips. His grip on the drake's muzzle kept the male from following his hips, leaving Beroan to wear a wide smirk as he straightened up. Ailmer's fingers were strung with cum and beads of sweat glistening on his face, both cooling quickly in the chill night air. Beroan watched, amused, as Ailmer leaned back, starting the long process of recovering from his orgasm.

It was a process that was quickly expedited by his view of Beroan's cock. The drake's shaft was throbbing visibly between his hindlegs. A few glistening trails of precum strung between his thighs and followed droplets of clear fluid to the ground. Beroan noticed his eyes and paired this view with an affectionate rub against Ailmer.

His lithe form slowly stalked around the human as he pressed his side against Ailmer. Warm, smooth scales and strong muscle pressed against him as the dragon's body glided alongside his. Ailmer raised his palms to stroke along the dragon's side as it passed, though his erect cock brushed along Beroan's belly and bounced against his flank.

The drake made two full circles around Ailmer before he paused, leaving the front of his flank pressing against Ailmer's thigh and his shoulders against the other, wrapping himself around him. His head tipped up, though the motion was hesitant. Ailmer, however, could feel the dragon's warm cock flexing against his leg as he prepared to talk. A few drops of warm precum dripped down the outside of his leg as the horny dragon's cock pushed and flexed against the outside of his leg. The smooth, stiff flesh was already quite slippery, but the dragon's hips made sure to hold in a place that would make his cock return to a position that would press against Ailmer's body each time a tense from his hips made his cock grind along Ailmer's leg and slip off.

"What's the matter, Beroan? Your cock certainly seems to know what you want." Ailmer asked.

Beroan squirmed slightly as Ailmer took the direct approach. For a moment, Ailmer regretted his candid statement, but it became immediately apparent, mostly from the firm pushes of the dragon's cock against his leg, that Beroan was far, far too horny to let shyness win, this far into it. "Well…Ail, last time I told you that you'd sit on me properly…" Beroan rumbled.

Ailmer couldn't help but chuckle, reaching down to run a set of fingers along the dragon's cheek. His other hand, however, dipped down under the drake's belly to mirror the motion across the stiff, warm flesh of the drake's cock. He grinned as the sensation made Beroan shift up onto his toes, his cock mirroring the sudden tension, as the drake's whole form raised two inches against him. "And here I thought you'd only meant that I'd ride you back to town properly." He said.

The dragon's muzzle dropped and he looked away with a nervous smile curling up on the sides of his lips. Ailmer could feel the drake's cock twitching desperately against his leg. Each time the dragon's eyes flicked back towards Ailmer, he felt the male's cock strain and flex against his thigh. The motions were drawn out and slower, like the drake's whole hindquarters were tensing up. It seemed that Beroan was barely able to resist humping Ailmer's leg and only momentarily relaxing with dedicated, focused effort.

"I really, really want you, Ail…" Beroan rumbled, still looking off to the side as he spoke.

Ailmer grinned, reaching his hand down Beroan's belly. His fingers traced over each of the drake's pliable, leathery belly plates until the tips of his fingers brushed along sleek, hot skin. Beroan let out a little whimper of pleasure and Ailmer made sure to wrap his fingers around as much of the girth of the dragon's tapered cock as he could. He began to slowly pump along the dragon's stiff shaft, slick with precum from grinding against his thigh. "Oh, Beroan… I'm so used to dragons behaving quite differently. So often they'd just present, demand; take what they want." Ailmer said, his voice low enough to force Beroan's earfrills to perk and his muzzle to swing back towards him.

Beroan could only reply with a soft hiss through clenched teeth, followed by a soft gasp. His hindpaw lifted several inches off the ground in hesitant, quivering measures, giving Ailmer's stroking fingers a slightly better angle and forcing more of Ailmer's leg against his drooling cock.

"A dragon knows what he wants, when he wants it, don't they? Honestly, Beroan, I tease you because it's fascinating to me that you put up with it, that you tolerate your instincts and keep them under control for so long."

Ailmer's words slowed down as he spoke until he was able to take a full breath between each of the last three drawn-out words, making sure to time them with careful strokes along the drake's adamantine cock. He barely brushed the dragon's shaft with his fingers, deeply enjoying the way that the dragon demonstrated his unique patience with needy throbs against his leg and thick strands of slick precum stringing between his thighs and his fingers.

Beroan squirmed slightly, losing control of his hips for just a moment to give a sharp, eager thrust against Ailmer's hand and thigh. The motion was enough to push Ailmer off-balance, but the rest of the dragon wound around him and caught him before he could stumble. "I'm about to stop being patient…" Beroan replied with a rumble, the first two words slurred into a single syllable.

He knew he should stop teasing the dragon soon, a fact drilled into him by the sensation of the drake's strong, lithe muscles tightening against his hips and back. The creature had just carried him a week's travel on foot and days by horseback, and even if he weren't magical, Ailmer knew he was close to getting knocked over and pinned until the drake was satisfied.

While it was still entirely possible for both of them to give in to their instinctual impulses, both of them knew that wasn't what they wanted. Ailmer's heart raced and he noted, with the rhythm against his fingertips, that the dragon's pulse almost matched his own. Ailmer took a deep breath and pushed himself back against the dragon's flank. His stiff, needy cock pushed along the dragon's smooth, subtly grippy scales as it slipped into the warm crook of the dragon's thigh and his hips. His hand gripped firmly on the dragon's cock, feeling the drake's dick jerk against his fingers. "I can't stay patient, either. Ah, Beroan… Lay down, so I can ride you properly." Ailmer said.

He was surprised by how hard he was, both in the stiffness of his aching cock and his panting lungs. Distracted by the sudden mindfulness of his physiology, he suddenly stumbled forward as Beroan tore himself from the human's grasp as his eagerness finally got the better of him. The drake was on his back and had flipped over hard enough to scatter fallen leaves around him. He flared out his wings to blanket the forest floor in black flesh and reached back, anchoring his claws in the trunk of a thick evergreen.

The dragon displayed an eagerness that made Ailmer, even as experienced as he was, blush furiously. The dragon's hinds stayed spread and his body stretched into nimble curves, his shoulders pushed one way and his hips the other. His tail continued the squiggly curve down, the tip slowly curling back up towards his body in a slow supple curve, betraying the aroused tension through the rest of the dragon.

Beroan's hindlegs were spread wide. One dug his claws into the loam to anchor his hips as the other raised high into the air, helping to heft his hips forward and thrust his drooling, twitching cock further towards Ailmer's eyeline.

That thick shaft twitched every few heartbeats as subtle flexes made the dragon's shaft bob towards his underbelly. Droplets of precum left glistening trails in the air as they drooled off the tip of the dragon's dick. The strands were short-lived, tugged down by the weight of the sticky fluid dripping down his hip to seal across the top of his cock. Each time his forepaws clenched against the tree, he lifted his hips slightly as his cock flexed, drooling another eager strand of precum from his tip.

The slick fluid was a welcome sight to Ailmer. The difference between a human's size and a dragon, even a smaller one, meant that any endowment on a drake would range from ambitious to insurmountable. Ailmer vaguely recalled a few wine-filled discussions with Hal on the same topic after noting Kihil's relatively small size. They had been quite revealing, and from the now-fuzzy memories, Ailmer still recalled Kihil being well into the range of ambitiousness.

Beroan was much closer to the insurmountable end of the scale, even given his more average size. Of course, Ailmer still had some ambition left in him, and there was certainly no requirement that Ailmer take the dragon's cock all the way to the base. Beroan's excitement leveled the playing field as well. The generous amount of fluid dripping from his cock was an inspiring sight, and possibly the only reason that the dragon's heavy shaft was not firmly in the same classification as stars, smoke, and mountains in terms of their difficulty to take.

Finally shedding his shirt, Ailmer stepped forward. He was careful not to trod on Beroan's tail, more for his balance than any risk to Beroan's thick appendage, until the toes of his boots were settled barely under the dragon's thighs. His shins pressed into the crook of Beroan's thighs, and he slowly lowered himself down to kneel against the inside of the drake's legs. Beroan whimpered softly and Ailmer instinctually paused, but as Beroan's hips lifted to grind against the front of Ailmer's legs, he realized that it was arousal driving the noise.

By the time that Ailmer's knees settled into the crook of Beroan's hips, his cock was nearly as hard as Beroan's. The drake's warmth made the hair prickle on the back of his neck as the contrast of the dragon's body against the night air was even more intense than the chill. The position was almost dominant, with his toes still planted on the ground and his legs settled in a way that forced the dragon to spread his even wider. Beroan groaned softly, still trying to grind up against Ailmer, his cock bouncing as his hips flexed.

Ailmer reached down with both hands to lean over the dragon. One hand slipped forward and laid his splayed fingers on Beroan's chest to support him as the other slowly gripped the base of the dragon's throbbing cock. Beroan moaned softly as Ailmer's fingers closed around his stiff shaft, and Ailmer took a slow breath, waiting for the horny dragon to adjust to the sensation before he began to slowly pump his hand along the dragon's cock.

The movement had a myriad of purposes, the least of which was to stimulate the dragon. Primarily, the goal was to lubricate the entire length of the dragon's shaft with the copious rivulets of precum along its length. After only a stroke or two, that goal has been completed with stunning ease. However, the sensation of the dragon's thick cock throbbing against his palm made Ailmer acutely aware of the rest of his goals--to coat his hand for later transfer onto his poor rump, to coax the dragon into an even more generous coating, and to simply grope and enjoy the drake's exotic cock.

With the amount of precum already spread across Beroan's length, Ailmer's cock slid easily across the dragon's flesh. He shivered slightly as his tip trace up the underside of Beroan's shaft, sliding along the bulge of the dragon's urethra. He bent forward, coaxing the dragon's shaft against his own, before he let out a gentle gasp as his cock slipped off the drake's shaft, jutting to the side as their shafts pressed together. Beroan watched intently, his bright blue eyes tracing up and down Ailmer's body, though they lingered every time they crossed his cock.

Ailmer gently pulled the dragon's cock back towards himself until it was jutting straight up from the drake's body. His fingers squeezed and toyed with the dragon's cock, enjoying the sensation of the stiff core underneath the thinner layer of softer flesh and smooth skin. He pumped it a few more times before his hands moved, one settling just under the dragon's tip and the other at his base to hold the dragon's shaft against him.

His motions began from his hips as he started to grind his body against the dragon's cock. His thighs pressed on either side of the dragon's shaft, working the thick base of the drake's shaft, while his front worked against the male's shaft. The dragon's tapered cock reached his navel, even in Ailmer's elevated kneeling position. He slowly thrust, splaying his thumbs to help keep his shaft from slipping off the dragon's slick cock.

Ailmer frotted the dragon for a minute or two while he built up the courage to ride the dragon. By the time he was ready to switch positions, Beroan was panting. Each time that Ailmer's hips pressed forward enough to slide his cocktip against the tip of Beroan's shaft, the dragon's body squirmed underneath him and the drake's claws tightened against the bark of the long-suffering evergreen. Precum still dripped and strung from the drake's tip, welling up each time Ailmer's cock slipped up to the tip of his. Finally, Ailmer pushed to the zenith of his cycle and left their cocks tip against tip with each other. His hand slipped back, cupping over both of their tips to slowly knead and rub against those most sensitive spots.

"Are you ready for me, Beroan?" Ailmer asked.

The dragon was still panting, but as Ailmer's fingers crossed a particularly sensitive spot on his tip, the drake's maw snapped shut and he hissed a breath in through his teeth. Ailmer paused his fingers mercifully to let the dragon reply. The drake was already nodding as his maw dropped open again. "Please, Ail, shards! I want you so badly…" Beroan managed before another squeeze cut him off with another clenched jaw and sharp hiss.

"Alright, Beroan. Be gentle…" Ailmer rumbled.

He took another slow breath as his fingers worked against the dragon's tip. It was a bit of a mistake--staring down at the dragon's cock drove home the point of his relative size. He had managed to take dragons down to the vent before, but he was still somewhat out of practice. He was sure Beroan would be ecstatic to help him practice more, and now, it seemed very clear to Ailmer that he really ought to be getting back into it.

Though the view made him pause for a moment, it also filled him with lust. The dragon's stiff cock throbbed against him and precum glistened in the moonlight as it webbed between their bellies and the dragon's cock. Ailmer took a deep breath and began to lean forward and straighten up. He let the drake's cock slide past his belly and grind all the way down his crotch. Beroan shivered and let out a moan as he felt his shaft rub against so much exotic, smooth skin. Ailmer continued the slow motion, pushing gently with his hands at the dragon's shaft until the drake's tip slipped between his thighs, dragging along his underside.

Eventually, he tucked it back enough that it slipped past his hips. Beroan's thick cock throbbed against his rump, jutting up between his cheeks. The natural stiffness of the drake's cock aimed to push his dick back into its natural angle, closer to pointing at the dragon's muzzle than towards the night sky. That kept Beroan's stiff cock constantly trying to push through the human, which kept itself in contact with his rump.

Ailmer took a moment to moan as the dragon's hot, slick shaft ground against his entrance. He could easily feel the thickness of the dragon's shaft as it pushed his cheeks apart, and the heat of the stiff cock against his sensitive hole was intensely pleasurable. Beroan began to hump slowly, but with Ailmer's knees on top of his hips, the motion only moved his shaft in slight back-and-forth motions against his hole. To keep his balance, both of Ailmer's hands dropped down onto Beroan's belly.

He began to slowly grind himself back against the dragon's cock. Ailmer carefully worked himself up until he felt the tip of Beroan's cock press directly against his rump each time he raised his hips before sliding back down until his rump met his heels. Each time he felt the dragon's tip push against his tight entrance, Beroan tensed underneath him.

Ailmer reached back after a few more teasing humps and let his fingers stroke slowly along the underside of the dragon's cock. His fingertips dented slightly more against the swell of the dragon's urethra than they did against the stiff core of Beroan's cock. He stroked slowly along the underside of the dragon's warm cock as the slick, smooth thing gently prodded and pressed against his tight hole. He felt himself clenching against it, but he took his time, slowly willing himself to relax. He could feel this tight, smooth hole loosening against the consistent prodding of the drake's stiff tip, distinctly warm and slick with his fluids.

"Please, Ail… You feel so good…" Beroan whimpered softly.

Ailmer blushed and gulped with the dragon's words, feeling the drake squirm underneath him. The dragon twisted and stretched from side to side, his forelegs tensing against the tree trunk as he used them to drag his hips up against Ailmer's rump. The human closed his eyes, already panting. "You feel great, too, Beroan." He managed.

The rest of his breath escaped him in a long, slow moan. He lowered his hips slowly, feeling the dragon's cock bend slightly against his palm. However, there was only one place left for it to go, and the smooth, slick taper encountered little enough resistance as it worked against Ailmer's warmed-up hole. Beroan's cock flexed as it strained against Ailmer's hole before it suddenly sank in as the weight of Ailmer's upper body popped the tip of Beroan's cock into his body.

He replenished his breath with a sharp gasp as his body suddenly locked up, tensing around the intruder. Beroan, as well, tensed and squirmed, and the only thing that saved Ailmer from sudden horny impalement was the fact that his whole body was riding the dragon's hips, so when Beroan thrust up into that warm, tight entrance, his whole body rode the motion. Ailmer rode the dragon well; his instincts for riding both the front and back of a dragon were well-trained.

The motion, however, forced him to drop to both palms on the dragon's chest. He pushed himself back up, keeping the tip of the dragon's cock inside and relatively immobile inside of him. He forced the deepest breaths he could take, impotent short sips of air filtered through clenched teeth, without sending his body into spasms. He focused on relaxing as Beroan, finding that his thrusts had not sunk his cock any deeper into pleasure, let his hips slacken and slowly drop back onto the forest floor.

Once they could both stand it, after Ailmer's ring had stopped tensing and spasming against the dragon's cock, and Beroan had started to adjust to the intense pleasure shooting up and down his body. Eventually, Ailmer's panting subsided and he adjusted, both his position and his muscles, to the dragon underneath him. He squirmed from side to side, carefully feeling the way his body clenched when the dragon's cock moved inside of him.

With effort, he forced his body to push back against the dragon's cock, doing his best to consciously force his hole to relax. He paused one last time to clench slowly around that cock before he let his body slacken and his weight drop again.

By this point, the dragon's productive shaft had already ensured that much more than his entrance was already well-lubricated. All Ailmer had to do was handle the rapidly spreading girth of the dragon's cock as his hips sank. It was an ambitious challenge, but the little gasps and whimpers of the dragon below him made it more than worthwhile, even before factoring in how incredibly good it felt. There were so many little spots of hidden pleasure inside of him that had been neglected for so long before he met Beroan; Kith's flames, Ailmer had needed this.

He was surprised to hear another voice gasping and squeaking through the forest. His head snapped around to look for the voyeur, but he realized that his mouth was hanging open. Ailmer suddenly realized that he'd been the source of the noises. His cheeks burned red, but from the expression on Beroan's face, being judged by the shameless dragon was the last thought on his mind. Beroan's jaws were clenched firmly together and both his lips and nostrils flared each time his lungs fought to draw breath through his clenched jaw.

Ailmer felt the dragon's cock stiffen even further inside of him. It was still plenty pliable to worm through him without impaling him, but it made his palms push against the drake's chest to straighten his posture.

Both of their contained noises suddenly rose in a gasp as the shift aligned Ailmer's body to the curve of Beroan's cock, and Ailmer suddenly sunk until his rump settled against his heels. He thanked himself for his foresight; with his legs underneath him, he could only drop far enough to take the dragon's length in a slightly-more-than-comfortable amount.

The dragon's cock was huge. It was an obvious fact, and considering the amount of time that Ailmer had been up close against it and wrapping his fingers around it, he should have been well-acquainted with the size of Beroan's throbbing spear. He knew, in the rational part of his mind, that the dragon's dick was very large. There was, however, a distinct difference between knowing that fact and being boldly confronted with it in such an unavoidable way were very different things.

Panting, Ailmer splayed his fingers, realizing that he hadn't moved in a few moments. His ring, straining around the girth of Beroan's cock, clenched a few times as he tried to shift back up to start riding the dragon. However, his legs simply quivered when his mind demanded that they push. He took a long breath and tried again, letting his arms share the burden.

Ailmer managed to move two inches up Beroan's shaft, teasing a low moan from the dragon that was immediately drowned out by Ailmer's gasp. The motion made the tip of the dragon's cock run past some remarkably sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him. The only reason that Ailmer didn't cum instantly was that his legs gave out, shoving the steady pressure of the dragon's shaft back against that sensitive spot.

He bent forward slightly, panting as his fingers trembled against Beroan's belly. Chill air highlighted pinpricks of sweat across his brow and lower back as he recovered his nervous system from the tingling grasp of pleasure atop the dragon, focusing on recovering his control from the clutches of pleasure.

He would have jumped if he'd had control of his legs as one of Beroan's paws, separated from the scarred bark of the unlucky tree, brushed along his side. The heat of the dragon's body, otherwise mostly segregated to his lower half, was a welcome change from the night air. Warm pads stroked along his side and shoulder, pausing every few moments to gently squeeze his smooth skin with semi-nimble digits. "Shards, Ail, every part of you feels so good. Please, please keep going?" Beroan asked.

Ailmer smiled and nodded, taking a moment to recover his breath. Beroan couldn't help himself, and most of that breath came out in a soft moan as the dragon's cock flexed inside of him, grinding firmly against supple walls inside of Ailmer. The human tried again, and he managed to draw in a full breath this time and release it, letting tension flood out of his body.

It was about as relaxed as he could hope for, with so much dragon cock inside of him. His rock-hard shaft twitched against Beroan's belly, tingling each time it brushed over his warm, suede scales. Ailmer dared not touch it, both for fear of losing his balance if the foundation of his palms was disturbed and that even slight stimulation would be enough to make him immediately cum.

So, Ailmer's cock jutted out over Beroan's belly, rock hard and twitching each time the dragon's cock made Ailmer's lower half tense up. He could tell that Beroan was fighting the same battle, as each time his hips shifted, the dragon gave a pleased whine and his body tensed. Each time his hips shifted and his back dug itself deeper into the soft loam like a snake's undulating wiggles his cock flexed inside of Ailmer, forcing the human's body to shift slightly as the stiff insertion changed angles inside of him.

Ailmer could, intimately, feel every part of the dragon. He'd rarely been this close to another creature since Marlin and the informal bond was so tantalizingly close to what it had been. He could feel every one of Beroan's motions before he made it, from his palms and shins placed on the dragon's broad chest and the warm, sensitive crooks of his hips. His touches spanned almost the entirety of the dragon's spine and his legs pressed against the dragon's hinds; there were only a handful of motions that Beroan could make without first tensing a muscle that Ailmer was touching, even subtly. He could tell when Beroan was about to shift a leg or when his forelegs were going to tug him closer to the tree, or which way his torso was about to squirm.

Of course, the dragon could still work his jaw and his eyes without giving Ailmer a warning through his palms. However, every moan and every tense of the dragon's jaw was proceeded by motion in the drake's abdomen, and even more intimately, by little motions and movements of the dragon's cock deep inside of Ailmer. He was so close to the dragon, so intensely intimate, and it was so tantalizingly close to what he had before. Even the realization, so close to dangerously triggering the feeling of deep loss, felt entirely positive--he knew Beroan, and Beroan, with every bit of Ailmer's weight balanced on top of him, knew him just as closely.

With that realization, Ailmer was finally free to set his brooding aside and focus entirely on feeling Beroan against him and to focus on the physical motions and pleasures of their sex. He wiggled his hips from side to side, feeling the drake's body jerk stiff below him as he finally settled his rump onto the ankles of his boots. There he stopped for a moment, panting shallowly as he adjusted to the furthest depth of the dragon's shaft in this position. It was a position he'd had to develop before--the simple fact of the matter was that his body was not designed to take a dragon's cock. It could, of course, but that required a measure of patience and care that neither Beroan nor Ailmer, was willing to suffer with the passion that they were feeling for each other at the moment. With his legs spacing the distance above the dragon's hips and his weight riding the dragon's instinctive thrusts, it allowed for them to indulge in the eagerness that they needed without the risk of Ailmer's ambition outstripping his capacity.

He took a deep breath, settling his body exactly along the curve of Beroan's cock as he felt his rump fully adjust to the measure of dragon dick inside of him. Then, he began to slowly slide himself up until he felt the girth of the dragon's shaft taper inward slightly and the swell of his cocktip tease his aching hole.

He'd managed to ignore the sheer amount of pleasure that rushed through him as the dragon's cock ran over every bundle of nerves inside him, at least, until he felt that tip tease against his entrance. The pleasure hit him like a sledgehammer and his knees trembled for a moment, before simply giving out.

It didn't help as the dragon's warm, slick cock slide right back inside of him, triggering his neglected buttons yet again. Both of them moaned in unison as Ailmer's rump smacked back against his heels. Beroan's legs even tensed up, making his thighs squeeze Ailmer's legs as they stopped the motion.

Their panting, eventually, subsided as they adjusted to the pleasure, rather than simply to the physical size of Beroan's cock. Ailmer shifted his weight and braced his palms against the dragon's muscle as he began to slowly work his hips back and forth. The first few pumps were hesitant and halted every few inches, but their shared eagerness quickly overpowered whatever hesitance was left.

Ailmer fell into a slow rhythm, lifting and dropping his hips as quickly as he could manage without losing control of his orgasm or his knees. Beroan let out a needy, choked gasp and whimper each time Ailmer slid back down, sinking his sleek cock back into the smooth, supple flesh of Ailmer's tunnel. Ailmer made similar noises, though his were slightly louder, simply because the dragon was large enough that there wasn't room inside of him for all the breath he attempted to take.

They continued like this for several long minutes. The rhythm stayed mostly steady, balancing out the hiccups of short pauses each time the pleasure got to be too much for either of them. Their digits squeezed every so often ins slight motions, as the effort required to actually move a limb was far beyond them. Finer motions, like grabbing a particular part of the dragon or pumping his fingers along his rock-hard shaft were also out of the question.

However, that was not an issue. The sheer amount of stimulation coursing through him would be more than enough, and though Beroan was still able to grip and caress him, all that Ailmer had to do was stay on top of the dragon. Each time his hips dipped down, another course of pleasure rocked through both of them. He could feel it in the way that Beroan's muscles stiffed under his palms and shins, and even more in the way that the dragon's stiff cock flexed and shifted inside of him.

His cock was stiff enough to ache. It bobbed in front of him, dripping clear strands of precum onto Beroan's belly each time the dragon's cock slid past one of the most pleasurable spots inside of him. Beroan's eyes were locked onto it, and Ailmer could feel his orgasm welling up inside of him. He had only been riding the dragon for a few minutes, but the intensity of the drake's size and reactions were more than enough to get him close. Ailmer took a deep breath, in vain, to try to hold back, but he was forced to simply slow down as the dragon's shaft pushed the air back out of him. "F-flames, Beroan! You're so big…" Ailmer managed.

Beroan grunted, tensing up suddenly as Ailmer worked his hips back down. His claws dug into the tree trunk, and his other set of digits firmly squeezed Ailmer's side, suddenly holding him down to prevent him from rising again. "S-shards, Ail! You feel so good! I'm gonna…" Beroan managed before he choked back his words with a clenched jaw and a hiss through his teeth.

Ailmer could feel Beroan's digits trembling against his side and loosen slightly. He seized his chance as he realized they were both teetering on the edge; just a few more humps should do it. He tore himself from the dragon's grip to push his hips up. He hardly paused at the tip and slammed himself back down.

His gasp was completely overwhelmed by the dragon's eager moan. The deep growling grunt echoed through the forest around them, but Ailmer wasn't about to stop. Beroan's digits didn't manage to grip enough to hold him down as they seemed to have the same trouble that Ailmer's trembling fingers were having, and so Ailmer threw himself into the next revolution.

When his hips hit his legs again and sank Beroan's huge cock into him, he could feel himself just at the edge of his orgasm. He hissed in a breath, holding it hard against the pressure inside of him. His cock bobbed in front of him, stiff and drooling, and he had to focus to keep himself from going off right then. Beroan's hips shifted under him, and Ailmer made sure not to pause as his limbs tingled beneath him.

He threw himself into the next thrust, drawing himself up to the tip of the dragon's cock. Thankfully, gravity had him--the moment his hips began to drop again and the dragon's slick, hot cock sank back inside of him, his trembling body gave in and the first shot of his seed splashed across Beroan's front. His weight carried him back down the dragon's cock as he arched his back, letting out his air in an eager moan as his body clenched down around Beroan's shaft.

The dragon couldn't stop himself, either. He held on for just a moment longer as Ailmer's second shot of cum splattered over his chest, neck, and muzzle. As soon as Ailmer's hips sank back down on his shaft, he let out a needy, whimpered moan. His digits clamped down on Ailmer's hips, and thankfully, Ailmer's legs prevented his hips from dropping lower on that thick dragon shaft as the Beroan's paw and hips tried to shove himself deeper into Ailmer's rump.

Ailmer felt a sudden rush of heat pour deep inside of him. Each time, it was accompanied by pulsing movements of the dragon's shaft as it flexed against the walls of his body. Panting and moaning, Ailmer was forced to hold still against the stimulation. Movement was impossible; any slight movement was enough to spike the pleasure rushing through him to painful overstimulation. There were, however, some things that he couldn't stop.

Each time his cock flexed over the course of his orgasm, his whole body tensed and squeezed, then relaxed subtly, around Beroan's cock. The motion of his body clenching around the dragon's shaft only stimulated Beroan more, forcing the pair to ride out their pleasure-based incapacitation. They were so close to each other; every motion that Ailmer made could be intimately felt by the dragon, and each shift and flex of the dragon's body was intimately transferred to Ailmer.

Shot after shot of seed poured into him, filling him even more thoroughly with the warmth of Beroan's body. His cock stayed stiff even after his orgasm tapered off, leaving him trembling on top of Beroan, admiring the long strands of seed that he'd poured over the dragon's scales.

Eventually, however, the pleasure started to subside and Ailmer was confronted with the dull ache that was the inevitable result of his greed for the dragon's size. Beroan squirmed below him as the dragon's cock stopped pumping, obviously suffering through the intense tingling of post-orgasmic sensation. However, he was entirely short-circuited by his orgasm, and the dragon's paw didn't seem to be moving correctly to guide Ailmer off his cock.

Ailmer took a deep breath and tried to shift up; he managed to get an inch up before the shifting pressure and pleasure inside of him made him drop back down, legs trembling. Beroan jerked below him, suddenly tensing as the motion shot another spike of oversensitive tingling through him.

There was only one way to do it. Ailmer tensed and relaxed his legs a few times until he was sure that he had enough control to finish the motion. He was fairly sure that if he botched this attempt, the sensation of sliding right back down the dragon's cock would be enough to give them both a bliss-induced aneurysm.

He shoved with all his diminished might, even drawing on a small touch of wind magic to push behind him to ensure that he would make it. Ailmer managed, with a gasp, to finally pull himself entirely off the dragon's cock. Cool night air made both of them shiver as it suddenly caressed the sensitive body parts that had been sharing warmth for the past few minutes, but Ailmer quickly returned to heat as his knees gave out. He landed, with a thump, on the dragon's chest and belly.

The drake's wet shaft landed against his rump and lower back with a similar wet thunk. The drake's shaft and hips were a mess of seed, and Ailmer could feel warm cum dripping down his thighs and smearing over his back. His seed painted his chest as it rested against the dragon's messy one, but eventually, he managed to get his hands underneath his chest.

Beroan dipped his muzzle down, now shiny with saliva instead of Ailmer's cum. He looked like he had something to say, now that their breathing had steadied. Ailmer opened his mouth to speak, but they both faltered at the same time.

Looking into each other's eyes, they saw everything they needed. Ailmer suddenly realized that it would ruin the moment to speak. The connection that he'd desired so strongly, and that Beroan had been needing so desperately, was there.

Free of regret, Ailmer pressed in against Beroan's messy chest. A sticky muzzle dipped down and slowly pressed against his cheek. They breathed out, together.