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Colbyras took the silver goblet from the table and drained the sweet red wine in one long, single sip. He didn't particularly like how painfully aware he was of his current situation. Naked, with fresh sweat appearing around his shaved neck from the heat of the wine that burned within his veins, Colbyras stared at the entrance to his nuptial chamber.

What should I do?

For another quick, painful moment, the prince wished he didn't have a wife that would enter through that door within the next few minutes. His mind soared to freedom, carelessness. Craved for the better days of his youthfulness.

And longed to gaze upon the striking creatures that landed in the castle's courtyard on the eve of his wedding day. The two mature wyvernesses arrived as part of a cultural exchange between the wyverns of the ebony peaks and the humans. Of course, being of dragon heritage, they refused to settle for anything less than the capital city of the kingdom, or a male less worthy than Safik, the king's famous breeder. For, besides sampling the sweetness of lavish human life, the first and foremost purpose of the females was to fly back home with their bellies burdened with foreign seed. A simple, yet effective way to ensure diversity of blood amongst their species.

Colbyras had watched the wyverns through the window of the groom's room while princess Vaneera, presently elevated to the rank of noble wife, donned her pristine dress. Even then Colbyras had hated the cramped box with four walls filled with babbling friends, curious acquaintances, and loud, pompous people that no sane man would want around them.

Yet he had to bear with the stink of the situation, for he was the prince. The precious, single heir to the throne of Rasdeleith, son of Kenryth the Great, ruler of nations, tamer of wyverns, whatever this and that the drunks sung in the taverns. Colbyras always found leading to be a distasteful choice in life. More a burden than something to be proud of. He wasn't his father. Kenryth had been a patient strategist that calmed riots and united shattered countries beset by years of hatred in one single, mighty nation. When he took upon the crown, he did so with a smile.

But now, after years of ruling, having achieved everything he wished, the king became more stern than relaxed. Always obsessed with furthering his name, his legacy, his influence, no matter how much it harmed those closest to him.

Colbyras never had the heart to tell his father how much he hated the day when Kenryth became king. He had been a little boy back then. A son that saw his father consumed by responsibilities he never asked for.

The prince let out a long sigh. It was too late now, to ponder upon the distant past. After all, a prince needed to show proper upbringing. To make bawdy jokes instead of sulking, talk about his boring future when required, impress people he did not like with words that soured upon his tongue long before he even spoke them.

“Exquisite," Colbyras muttered under his breath as he distanced himself from the long hours of lassitude. He filled himself another glass of wine, picked it up, then walked over to the window. Ironic, how even his bed chamber had a clear view of the courtyard, as if fate wanted to play a twisted game on his already tangled, dragon-addled mind. So many exciting things happened there, on that patch of fresh grass. The arrival of the two female wyverns that stole the spotlight of his wedding, the boisterous celebration of his wedding party, which bored Colbyras way more than it entertained him.

Yet none of these memories roared louder than the climactic bliss of his father's royal wyvern. Colbyras remembered that moment perfectly. It was that time during the middle of celebrations when everyone was intoxicated on music and wine. As the prince, Colbyras was placed in a most uncomfortable spotlight, with entire queues of excited revelers begging to get a piece of the famous prince.

Colbyras excused himself to make his water, only to sneak behind the royal barn where the wyverns were kept. No noble worth their garments would look twice at this building, and Colbyras took a deep breath of relief. Oh yes. It felt so good to be alone, away from all those fancy-dressed jackals.

However, what he didn't expect was for the wyverns to make some noise of their own. Colbyras was first shocked by the growls that came from within. Then, slowly, he grew more curious. Excited, even, to listen to the song of wilderness. Frenzied moans and reckless growls made Colbyras harder than the ground he stood upon.

How eagerly Safik must've bred, to make the very stone of the walls tremble with his orgasmic might. Locked jaws around a scaly neck. Shivering claws, raking the stone matted with the precursor of seed.

Colbyras winced with lust. His member felt just as hard as a wyvern's cock, more than ready to unleash a much tinier amount of precious seed. The quantity of cum a male like his father's stud deposited inside his mate after days of purposeful abstinence must've been nothing short of impressive for a wyvern as big as a peasant's home.

“I hope you plan to keep that closed." A smooth, silky voice came from the door. “Cold is said to wither the flesh, and I'll have you hard as a stud ready to pierce a mare's cunt on our first night."

Stud. Cunt. Those were the only words that registered in Colbyras's wine-addled mind. He barely paid attention to the raven-haired woman that slowly walked towards the bed, wearing nothing but a violet gown too thin to protect her fine forms.

“Mmmm, feruvian. Bring me the extra goblet if you're done composing your ballad."

“Ballad?" he turned around with a slight frown on his face. “You want me to sing and get you drunk at the same time?"

“Or fuck, depending on what's more urgent." Vaneera walked around the bed. She lowered herself seductively over the red coverings, making no effort to hide the gentle crevice that could be seen through the thin veil of her hyacinth dress. Many men would be envious, to find themselves with a goddess warming up their beds.

Colbyras? He still thought of wyverns when he brought the goblet over to his wife, only to have her warm hand grab him by his rock-hard cock.

“Mmmm, wet," she licked her thin lips as her gentle fingers slowly pulled the man's foreskin back over the glistening glans. “You know…pleasure maidens often employ their lips to rid men of an early climax."

“You're not-not like that.“ Colbyras gritted his teeth as his wife slowly uncovered more of his bulged, ruddy head.

“Am I?" the woman winked. “Out there, I am the princess, but in here, I can be whatever I want. A librarian, a peasant, a dirty little whore…"

“Vaneera, d-don't. Nffffff!" Colby sucked in a sharp breath. Such feeble warnings could not stop a loving wife from kissing her beloved right there, on his hard, soaked head. Her fleshy lips drew him deeper into her mouth for a tantalizing kiss before she parted with his cock.

“Was it so bad?" she giggled, then leaned back to part the gates of her flooded palace. “You'll find something much wetter if you care to put those goblets down."

“T'was cold. The wine, your lips. Both cold."

“You're a terrible jester."

Oh, she had no idea. Colbyras would've loved to share his own knowledge. Tell her that female wyverns sampled the worthiness of a prospective mate the same way she did, by fellating their partner to roaring completion, an act that often caused them to reach their own peak thanks to the rich pheromones of a male wyvern's abundant lubrication. Tell her that he would've worshipped every part of her body, if she just had scales instead of a wan tanned skin, wings instead of arms, and a long, beautiful face instead of the flat look she bore right now.

“Were you being serious about my lips?"

“Of course not." Colbyras clambered over her, his cock bouncing against his crotch. “I merely sought to fan the flames of passion…for tonight, we'll breed like dragons."

“Dragons?" he could feel the woman's shuddering revolt on the spiky end of her hairs. “What ever turned your thoughts to such enormous beasts? I've eaten less than a cat for weeks to fit into that pompous dress your father wanted me to-“

Colbyras kissed her, if only to stop the whole tide of words from drowning him. Vaneera was neither hideous in appearance, nor unpleasant in personality. She was just a woman; a simple, fragile creature far that could hardly match the dazzling beauty of dragons.

Yet something stirred inside Colbyras once their tongues twined and their hips met. The scalding heat of her insides broke past the boundaries of reality to make him feel exactly like a wyvern plowing through the dainty lips of his first mate. The edges of the bed creaked, and the whole thing started to rattle in rhythm with Colbyras' thrusts.

“Ooohhhh, oh yes!" Vaneera cried out, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her crumpled dress, her cunt squeezing faster than Colbyras's heart managed to beat. “Fuck me, my prince. Oooohhh, fuck me like a dragon!"

Colbyras smacked her flooded gates for five consecutive thrusts, each journey making his face wrinkle further, each causing his ridges to travel along his mate's lips and stimulate her unrelenting grasp. He held her tight in his wings, brushing his scrunched snout along her equally tense features as they ascended to the peaks of pleasure together.

Vaneera wailed out her first. She scratched along his back, though to Colbyras, the sting felt like his scaly mate's wing talons sliding over his resilient scales, exotic and stimulating to his draconic instincts. Seed burst from the depths of his sizzling crotch, and, with one last, desperate thrust, he sunk himself into his mate down to the last ridge and pumped wave after wave of life inside her tight, clenched pussy.

“Raaawwwhhhh….Haaaaaaahhhh…" Colby roared, a powerful sound that seemed to carry across the multiverse.

“That's it? You're done?"

“Ahhh…aaaaaaahhhh." Colbyras opened his eyes to see not the satisfied face of a freshly impregnated wyverness, but the stern, dissatisfied scowl of his wife.

“Wha- didn't you scream earlier?"

Vaneera's scowl deepened. “Has drink climbed to your head? I only told you to slow down a bit right after you started making that face."

“What face?" Colbyras winced as his spent cock plopped out of her drippy vagina.

“That." She slapped him over the face. “This same twitching, wry face, as if you've got a lemon stuck in your mouth. Are you thinking of other women?" Vaneera's frown deepened when all she got was a confused look. “I'll let you off this one time on account of all the wine that's coming out with your breath. But just so you know, five thrusts is not what I had in mind for our first night together. Now go. Clean yourself up, drink some water, and bring me a wet cloth to clean all this mess you've belched inside me."

Five? But…it lasted so much more. What in the world was she speaking about? Colbyras got his answer in the bathing chamber. His back bore no scratch marks, and, unless mirrors suddenly learned how to deceive his eyes, that meant only one thing. His first lovemaking session was nothing but a wishful dream.

Colbyras washed his face with a burst of cold water. He then picked a cloth, soaked it in the barrel, then threw it on the messy lap of his surprised wife before he ran into the hallways, naked as a newborn.

The royal carpets felt rough under his feet. The stone steps that led down towards the courtyard, cold and dusty. Colbyras paused before the main gate. Thomas and Edwin were not two of the most loyal of guards, but also his friends. There was no easy way to lie. Not with them. Colbyras slapped his face a few times to make it redder, put on his best pained look, then stepped into the main hall.

“Colbyras? What in Thailen's thunder-"

“Flowers." The prince cut in. “Vaneera got a bit worked up. Deemed my first time inappropriate, and now wants me to bring her flowers from the gardens."

The two men exchanged a look, their faces almost bursting with laughter, only, it was not a kind thing to do, to laugh in the face of an injured prince.

“If my father ever hears of this, I'm going to have you both stripped and sent to the wild wyverns of the ebony peaks as a gift."

Colbyras meant it as a threat, but his friends laughed all the harder for it, making jokes about who looked better out of the three of them.

“No, no. Let us get that."

“Wouldn't want someone to catch sight of the royal weener."

“Shut up and open the accursed door." Colbyras hissed.

As soon as he found grass under his feet, Colbyras ran. If anyone would see him now, with his flaccid member flopping side to side with each stride, they would brand him as a madman.

And perhaps he was, considering what he had in mind. As Colbyras approached the royal wyvern's nest, an imposing dome surrounded by four towers, each with a different species of wyvern standing guard on top, a wicked smile stretched over his determined face. No sane man, least of all a prince, had any business with a beast in the middle of the night.

“No more dreams," Colbyras pushed open the lever of the unguarded gate. “Tonight, I'll get to have you all for myself."

The gate parted with a weak creak, allowing the naked prince to slip inside unnoticed.

“Ow." Colbyras brushed away bits of hay with his bare feet. The floor was littered with it, forming a pathway that connected the five empty nests to the sixths occupied one. Though the sky was dark, the light of the full moon filtered through the upper windows of the towering chamber to offer a good visibility of the nest's sole resident.

Safik. King Dargren's royal wyvern, the sharpest, biggest, and probably also the most beautiful specimen in all the land. Safik bore a radiant golden color in the light of the sun. Now, under the caress of the moon, his scales looked darker, paler, yet nonetheless beautiful. A crown of black spikes surrounded the wyvern's head, pointing back towards the larger spikes that ran along his entire spine. Only his tail had been spared. Its tapered, spike-less tip currently coiled around one of the wyvern's sizable legs to twitch every so often.

Safik slept on a cushy blanket crafted specifically for someone of his stature, his nostrils flaring and narrowing with gentle breaths. To Colbyras, even a sleeping wyvern was something special to behold. With careful steps, he approached the creature, and the closer he got, the spicier the wyvern's natural scent became, an allure that mixed with the tint of dry hay to form a concoction more pleasant than anything a human's bodily odor could produce.

What could the gods think, when they created something so beautiful? Colbyras cupped the tip of a smooth black claw, his hand insignificant compared to the claw he caressed up to one of the wyvern's three powerful toes, each bearing the size of two men stacked on top of each other. The human followed the wyvern's tail as it circled his wing. Safik's membrane was hot to the touch. Much warmer than Colbyras expected. It radiated heat like the sun radiated warmth, keeping the creature snug against the coldest of winds. Where the wing ended, just underneath the joint, rested Safik's head. The rushes of moist air that came out of his shuddering nostrils almost teased the prince with their benevolent warmth.

_Just one quick touch, _he extended a hand towards the beautiful creature's snout to fugitively feel the soft, pebbly scales between his enormous nostrils, then pulled back, almost afraid that the suction could suck his arm in or the wyvern would rouse and snap his curious fingers off.

“How silly," Colbyras whispered. “He'd probably even allow me to watch him breed, if only I'd ever muster the courage to ask…"

Colbyras felt his cock stiffen at the lewd thought that suddenly took root in his mind. He already came here butt-naked to gaze upon the magnificence of Safik. Why not…take it farther? Colbyras sneaked his way between the wyvern's legs, heart racing in his chest. The smell of arousal picked up quite a bit, a dizzying concoction of liquid pleasure that kept his muscles tense and his cock hard with arousal up until he finally came face to face with the wyvern's soaked rift. A cloudy discharge dripped from the line separating his scaly folds, pooling into a damp, dark spot on the fine silky blanket he slept on.

Colbyras crawled closer. He pushed his front half through a pair of toes and rubbed himself along the slimy fluid of the wyvern's wall until he could curl up half a hand away from the object of his desires.

The vent was big. Probably large enough for a human to crawl into, wet to a shiny perfection. Even in sleep, the wet flesh twitched and flattened its two sides together, a feast of the eyes Colbyras had never witnessed from such close distance. It was…perfect. Oozing pleasant heat together with a spicy smell situated somewhere at the intoxicating edge of the sweetness of the red wine mixed with a few other pungent flavors. The concoction entered Colbyras' nostrils through a shuddering breath. He loved that smell far too much to merely look at the folds the produced it, and the pleasant heat of the flesh enticed him to approach further. Colbyras's first pass was a fugitive one, and, when the wyvern sported no reaction from the shy caress of the human's pebble of a hand, Colbyras licked his lips, muttered a silent prayer to the God of fertility, then pushed his way in. First, a few fingers.

Then the whole hand. After that, his arm required no strength to slide into the soaked passage of trembling flesh. The wyvern tried to stop his advance with rhythmic spasms, only serving as relief for the human's racing breath. Colbyras knew he couldn't stop. Not when he got so close to accomplish a most arousing purpose. His fingers spread inside the wyvern's warm flesh, feeling their way from wall to wall until they embraced the barbed surface of the wyvern's flaccid head.

“Aaaahhh." A soft, aroused groan left his tense jaws. Colbyras grabbed himself with his other hand, then began to slowly stroke his own rock-hard shaft in rhythm with the wyvern's squeezes, imagining how it would feel if it was his cock that kissed the wyvern's sleeping member instead of his hand. The flesh was soft, his barbs, deflated. Quite different than the spiky menace he imagined during his daydreaming.

Colbyras felt his way around the enormous cock. When he found the wyvern's urethra, he sunk a finger inside to gasp at how lewd and gooey that felt. He was inside a male's vent, fingering his cock-hole, thinking how that would feel when the same cock dripped with the nectar that preceded a breeding session.

If only he had any idea how little he had to wait to see that question answered. The surrounding walls crashed down around him with a luscious squirt. Excess lubrication splattered over Colbyras's bare chest, dripping down his tensing abs and kissing his hard, naked cock as he debated whether to remain inside and feel the wyvern grow, or pull back and miss a once in a lifetime opportunity.

The wyvern's vent spasmed again, this time with a surge of blood that made the flaccid cock twitch. The wyvern throbbed and grew, and Colbyras could do nothing but feel the cock harden under his very hand. The messy erection splattered its way into the cold air of the barn to the simmering growl of its owner and the rustling of his tense, shuddering wings.

A pair of slitted green eyes froze Colbyras in place for a second. Safik hoisted his shivering leg into the air to gain access to his impressive cock. His features seemed to soften with lust as he took in his own scent with a shuddering breath, then parted his deadly jaws to allow his long, forked tongue to roll over the entire length of that member with a slow, tantalizing lick. His barbed head tensed under the warm flick of his tongue. The veins of his cock pulsated with fresh blood that only made him harder.

And once Safik reached his ridges, he spat two bursts of pheromone-laden pre-seed that dribbled through the gaps of his many teeth to splatter upon the blanket below.

“T-that's…" Colby stammered, his throat tight all of a sudden.

“Improper?" The wyvern tilted his head to look at the mess he made; the mess he kept making every time his cock throbbed. “Oh yes. My nest should bear no such stains. Yet it wasn't my tongue that stirred such needs, nor it is my volition that sees me roused from sweetest slumber."

“I'm sorry about the…" Colbyras gestured over to the wyvern's vent, now puffed out like a fleshy blanket around the base of the member. “The thing. I just came here to spend a peaceful night away from my wife, then I saw you all wet down there, and I thought you might need a bit of cleaning."

The wyvern cleaned his messy maw with a long swipe of the same, perverted tongue, then stared at the little human with a dazzling eye. “Is that why you touched me naked, bearing no washcloth, nor clothes to cover your bare body with?"

“I…uhm…the cloth…I've left it in the…" Colbyras mumbled his way from one excuse to the other, painfully aware of what he just did as he waved his hands in the air, one much colder and slimier than the other. Colbyras twined his hands, trying to focus more on what to say. Concentration became much harder to grasp; almost as hard as his cock. For while he bothered to form his pathetic apologies, the naughty wyvern nuzzled along his impressive erection, and even gave his tip a few polishing licks.

“Oh gods…you're really not interested in what I have to say, are you?" The prince hung his head, arms falling at his sides.

“Should I be?" Safik hummed with obvious satisfaction. “We both know the real reason you sought me out tonight."

“W-we do?" The prince perked his head up.

The wyvern motioned with his snout towards one of the empty stalls. Colbyras jumped away from the descending leg. Safik got onto his feet way faster than a creature of his size led one to believe. The rustling of his enormous wings created a song of its own in company of the clicking of talons and the creature's own powerful breath. Colbyras wobbled between Safik's legs, trying to avoid being crushed under one of those huge toes.

“Careful." Safik reared up on his feet to stretch his wings briefly, then leaned them back against the ground, supporting a small part of his weight on them as he walked. Colbyras found himself wondering just how glorious those wings looked at full span before the wyvern's dangling erection stole his attention. It swung from side to side with every step, stuck in a state of soft, aroused tension, pelting the ground with thick drops of liquid arousal.

“Come, hatchling. I will not stain my own bedding just so your eyes can bear witness to the flow of my seed."

Flow of what? Colbyras rushed after the male. Safik headbutted the wooden gates with ease, sending them clattering against the walls. He settled onto a clean nest bearing the golden color of his scales similarly to how an avian would, tucking his wings close, then crouching down, allowing his weight to distribute evenly along his belly, until his member throbbed again.

The wyvern let out an annoyed growl at the contact with the dry nest. He rolled onto his back as much as his spikes allowed, lifted a leg to let his member throb as it pleased, then stared at the shocked human expectantly.

“Well? Are you going to get on top of me, or perhaps you plan on using your influence to command me over to you instead?"

“Narh!" Colbyras rasped. He licked his dry lips, moistened his throat with whatever saliva he had left in his mouth, then spoke again. “No. Haven't come to you as a prince. Not tonight. I meant to…I wanted to…"

Blasted. Why not just speak and be rid of this heated guilt?

“I've made love to my wife thinking of you." The prince placed a hand on his chest, smiling wryly. “Well, me, in your scales." Colbyras cursed, shook his head, and tried again. “I mean to say, I imagined myself breeding like you do whenever a female arrives at the castle."

That still didn't sound quite right. Colbyras hung his head, unable to even look a feral beast in the eye. “Alright…how to put it? Let's just say I have these cravings that I cannot quite rid myself of, and…I want to touch you. To feel every…every part of what makes you a male, so that I can better imagine what a female feels when you…you know, unburden yourself inside her."

“A burden?" The wyvern shook his golden head with a soft chuckling growl. “No, no. It is something far better than that. Clamber onto my belly, and I will grant you the knowledge you seek… in exchange for a small favor a prince like you will have no problem to procure."

Gold? A new, fancier nest? Colbyras's mind swam with possibilities, yet he remained silent. He realized in that strange, heated moment while he stared into the wyvern's eager eyes, that no price could ever match such an opportunity. He was not going to leaf through the pages of a boring book, or watch a breeding from afar only to receive half the information. If he accepted, he could touch and feel a male in the most intimate of ways, perhaps even taste the very essence of life that impregnated so many fertile females before.

Colbyras slowly approached the impressive creature. He loved the way his toes clenched with expectation, or how his breath shuddered whenever he caught a particularly intense wave of his own scent. Colbyras stepped over the tapered tip of the wyvern's tail, then placed his hands on his lower belly scales to find them wet with pre-seed. Safik merely stared at him like a patient teacher, waiting for its student to settle down into proper position, only, it was deceptively difficult for a human to climb up along a slippery slope with nothing to hold onto. Colbyras failed several times before he had the idea to climb from the wyvern's tail end instead of the side.

And that worked…up until he fell flat on his chest a hand or so away from the male's puckered tailhole.

“Oww…your scales are really not that soft when you try to climb them." The human rubbed some of the oily pre-seed over the scrapes he acquired all over his chest.

“It will pass." The wyvern rumbled.

“You can't expect me to crawl over your…" Colbyras gestured towards the entrance of the wyvern's ass, only to get the same blank stare in return. Bloody dragons. Four legs, two legs. All of them had the same cocky attitudes.

So Colbyras failed, again and again. Safik eventually leaned in his horned head to help out, and, by holding onto one horn, Colbyras vaulted over the wyvern's tailhole, soaring over his privates to find purchase on the creature's chest. Safik's barbed head fell over his back, a hot mountain of flesh that spat about a bucket's equivalent of fluids over Colbyras's bare skin. What a shame, to let all that deliciousness go to waste. Why not give the wyvern a taste of his own medicine?

Whirling around, Colbyras latched his hands around the glorious tip. Barbs flared all around his arms. Safik shuddered, stretching both legs and wings with a soft, needy whine. He clearly failed to expect such a bold move from a frail human, and that sweet moan-like growl made Colbyras all the more eager to feast. Without the shadow of a doubt, Colbyras pushed his face into the wyvern's urethra to taste the male straight from the source, his own body shuddering as it was assaulted by a plethora of stimuli, none more intense than the overwhelming musk hiding within the wyvern's cavernous cock-hole.

Colbyras groaned lustfully. He lapped, kissed, drank whatever he could in the split second he had. He didn't expect a wyvern's cock to be so powerful. As soon as Safik tensed up, his cock jolted into the air, sending Colbyras up along with a mighty throb before his back met the wet scales again at the end of the throb, this time accompanied by gushing wave of precum that almost drowned him.

“Khaaa," Colbyras blew his nose and spat the excess fluid that seemed to have gotten into every one of his holes. His back throbbed with pain, but not quite as hard as his own slimy erection. “That…was a bad idea, but at least it felt nice for you. Wouldn't you agree?" He peered back to see Safik as focused and unamused as ever. “You almost drowned me with your cloudy whatever that was. Can you at least answer this simple question?"

The wyvern's nostrils widened and narrowed over a couple of calm breaths that returned his muscles to a slightly more relaxed state. “Your concerns will be abated, if I deem it necessary."

Colbyras spat a bit more of that awfully tasty precum. He liked it, only it spurted far too strong in his mouth. “What's that supposed to mean?"

“That I am waiting for you to be ready for the lesson. Now that you've drank me like a female in the throes of her heat, whatever lingering curiosities you might've had about that aspect of reproduction have been pushed back I hope."

Colbyras would have shaken his head at the wyvern's exaggerated sense of formality if he wasn't so eager to put his lips on that beautiful cock again. “Fine. I'll be your pupil, if only I get to ride that stiff pole of yours again."

“You may try, human, yet you might find that path just as treacherous as the scales you cling to."

Safik slowly rolled over to his side to make the inspection process easier, allowing Colbyras to roll down his scales. The human's bare feet met the ground. Though colder than Safik's warm scales, the human was grateful to find his feet on the ground again. Safik pointed his snout towards the base of his tail, and, for a moment, Colbyras believed he wanted to start with that distasteful pucker as revenge for the recent act of defiance.

Fortunately, it was not so. The wyvern went into a detailed explanation of how his genitalia worked. He encouraged the human to satisfy his cravings, so, while Safik busied his maw with words, Colbyras felt his way around the wyvern's exposed vent in quite a feistier manner than what Safik instructed. He licked the warm slime from the everted flesh instead of merely stroking it with his delicate human hands, and slurped great amounts of lubrication when his puckered lips managed to sneak into the narrow openings between Safik's cock ridges and the vent that sheltered them.

“Gah," Colbyras pushed his drippy face back, his stomach warm with the fluids he just ingested. “I expected a least a growl or a little hiss to stir within your prattling maw, though I suppose my tiny lips are a poor match to a long, forked tongue."

“Mmrrrhhhh," Safik agreed with a dip of his head. “A human cannot know the relief of a cleaning session, or the bliss of a penetration, when their stones stand as exposed as their members."

“Penetration? You mean…in there?" he pointed with awe back to the wyvern's vent. “With your own tongue?"

“No. I speak of receiving another male inside me. A mating purely for the thrill of spending your seed, without the added risk of impregnation." Safik's voice trailed off into a short growl as his wing shuddered for the briefest of moments. “It feels almost like a mounting. Sharper, with a tint of the unexpected, as every twitch of my muscles carries the risk of release. I have allowed many males inside me, human. Most chose to ease my initial lust with their maws, while a few sought a greater challenge and buried themselves inside me as if they just claimed a fertile female."

“H-how does it feel, to be fucked like a female?" Colbyras asked, awestruck by this aspect of a male wyvern's life. He always saw Safik as a breeder. A proud male who'd never entertain the thought of letting another cock anywhere near him.

Safik unleashed a long, steamy growl. Gentle vibrations passed through the air. Though unnoticeable to such a large, rugged creature, the vibrations made the human's shaft tighten with lust.

“Mrrrr…it feels far better than words can convey." The wyvern's hind side jerked forward with longing, member tensing and leaking with lust. “There is something primal in brushing alongside another erect male. In feeling their hot, life-giving seed wash over you with such tremendous pressure that it triggers a sharp, instant release straight from your vent. It's different than mating, yes, but beautiful in its own, mystifying way."

The wyvern must have held quite a few memories inside his scaly head, given how he splattered himself with more lubrication. With the talk of vents done, Colbyras clambered back onto the wyvern's tail, this time using Safik's own cock for balance. It was a hot, slimy, throbbing mess that had his hands grabbing at the slippery ridges in a frantic effort to find purchase. Such wild caress made the male tense up with shivering thrusts, each harder than the last, up until Colbyras pressed his bare body flat against the wet, burning cock. The sensation of intimately holding such an intimate part of this beautiful creature against his bare body made Colbyras throb hard with pleasure, his cock spitting its own pre-cum over the wyvern's much larger phallus.

“Done. I'm done." The prince jumped back on the ground, brushing thick strands of slime from his chest. “Hundreds of apologies for grabbing them like that. Gods, if you would've just warned me of how sensitive you are down here, I wouldn't be embracing your cock tighter than my wife."

“Hraarrr, I seem to have…grrr, overrrestimated the capabilities of your frail form." The wyvern hissed. “Rrridges stir the female. Force her to tighten. Tightness means heat, and for a male, to be buried down to the last ridge inside his mate…"

“I know." Colby intervened over the wyvern's rolling purr. “You can skip over that part if it eases the pain of your throat."

Safik still chose to talk about the near-unbearable sensitivity of his ridges during his ascent into climax, arousing both the prince and himself in the process. A sizable amount of cloudy, pheromone-laden precum started to soak into the golden blanket by now, slowly turning it a shade darker.

“Proceed." Safik said. “We're almost…at the climax of our lesson."

His faster breath certainly hinted at a different sort of climax. One that heated Colbyras's blood and made him yearn to mark this creature's member with his own dots of human semen. The wyvern's tail coiled around a golden scaled leg, applying extra pressure with the squeezing of Safik's nether muscles, which made not just his member spit again, but his wings also shuddered and rubbed against the walls of the stall.

There was nothing more arousing to Colbyras than to see such a powerful male tremble before his touch. He pushed his body along Safik's member, groaning softly as his soft balls crumpled between his groin and the firm cock he stood upon.

Colby thrust. He slid easily over the smooth flesh that led towards the wyvern's sensitive, barbed tip. The middle of Safik's member had neither barbs nor ridges. It was smooth as the golden plains laden with wheat, a sturdy pole of flesh that throbbed with the promise of life.

“Nghhh….Nhaaaah….Mrrffff…" the human grunted each time he shoved his naked, slimy body over the dragon's throbbing erection. The friction of flesh on flesh felt oh so good to his member. His foreskin danced over his ruddy head, each complete cycle bringing Colbyras just a bit closer to his own orgasm. Many times, Safik's powerful surges sent Colbyras into the air, and he succeeded in holding fast up until his hands found the crown of barbs decorating the end of the wyvern's bulged tip.

His reaction was just as violent as it was quick. Several lances shot against his snarling snout. Some pelted his scales. Others found shelter inside his maw. Colbyras almost reached his own climax at how wild the taste of his own fluids drove the wyvern into a hissing frenzy. Safik's wings shuddered with elation. The vibrations traveled along his restless tail that whirled backwards to expose the dragon's clenching pucker. Spasms wracked the muscles within to milk more of the delicious fluids spat out by his cock. Safik flicked his precum-laden tongue between his trembling jaws, as if he was unsure whether to just growl out his pleasure or feast on the bounty spat out by his cock.

“Sorry. I'm sorry for-“

“Hraaarrrr. Don't be. The…unusual technique you've used to inspect me fanned the flames of my passion quicker than I anticipated."

“That means…you're going to shoot?"

“Not just yet, human." Safik poked his wet tip with the top of his snout. “Touch. Feel. If your little paws happen to test my resilience beyond what I expect…if I cannot withstand the ascent of my seed, know that my maw is close, and my tongue, all too eager to accomplish what you've started."

With a dip of his head, Colbyras reached back along the barbs…

And felt them stiffen in time with the male's sizzling hiss. Though Safik kept insisting that his ridges triggered his climax, Colbyras started to form a different opinion from the way he snarled, flapped his wings, or jerked his feet while the prince grabbed or scratched around the hard nubs of flesh. The wyvern's tail formed a crescent within the mass of fallen hay, brushing back and forth over the ground with short, jagged swipes. Colbyras found the crown behind the head to bear the most sensitivity, a spiked mass of smaller, sensitive barbs that became his favorite spot to tease. He made Safik growl quite a few times by licking him there, the taste of wyvern arousal as tasty as the male's warm, sizzling hisses.

“Maybe I should just push you over the edge. I'm curious if your maw can cope with the amounts of seed you hold in this gorgeous member of yours."

“I yearn for that." Safik practically trembled with eagerness. “The pheromones contained in my pre-coital fluids arouse male and female alike. I've been tasting and breathing my own arousal for so long that I might just decide to feast on my seed."

“But…isn't mating better? That would be a waste of good seed, to turn it into a meal rather than eggs."

“Grah, there is…quite enough to accomplish both purposes." Safik explained. “Submissive males offer themselves to be tasted or mounted by those who have bested them over a mate or during territorial fights. Females too sample our worthiness not through brawls or contests of speed, but by tasting the very essence that can bring life to their dormant eggs."

“How many times did that happen?"

“Many, many times." Safik let out a long, hissing sigh. “Though it has been many days since I have tasted the full brunt of my fertility. I clean my mate like any other whelp is taught by their parents, but to thrust into the comfort of my own maw…to feel my length pulsate with my tongue wrapped around it, yearning for a taste…That is something I need to do, and soon."

“Why?" Colbyras slowly moved his hands over the soft tips of the wyvern's barbs, brushing them as he would any other furred animal. While his hands worked, his hips mounted their own assault on the wyvern's shaft. Even with all those barbs, Colbyras' small human penis found clear, fleshy pathways to slide through. The heat of the cock was quite enough to set him off, yet, whenever he felt particularly brave or horny, Colbyras would slide over or between two barbs, emulating Safik's lustful hisses. “Seems rather pointless… when you have two eager females waiting for you to fill them instead."

The dragon growled. “Again, I find this aspect of my life difficult to explain to somebody who requires the grasp of their paw to achieve release on their own. Now, as much as I'd love to feast on my own seed, as you so cleverly put it, I think I will award that distinctive honor to the prince tonight."

“M-me? You want me to do what?" He leaned back, tightly gripping the dragon's sensitive nubs.

Safik's lips stretched into a toothy smile. “To use that soft, naked body of yours in the same way you've done until now, human."

The prince was most surprised when the wyvern splayed on his back. Safik really meant that. Why would he just keep his head back and pant with anticipation otherwise?

I'm going to do this, Colbyras reassured himself. I'm going to make this beautiful creature cum all over himself.

It was that hot thought of a majestic wyvern plastered in his own cum that settled Colbyras's body in furious motion. The human embraced the mighty member with his arms and pressed it tight against his body. He started with a slow descent towards the ridges, followed by a push back towards the tip. It seemed rather simple to execute, in theory.

Yet the burning heat of the wyvern's shaft, the abundant moisture that oozed out of his vent to keep his ridges finely lubricated, and more so, the effect they had on the human's penis could only be described as an orgasmic experience like no other. Like Safik had warned, Colbyras struggled to withhold his seed while he slid his naked body up and down the wyvern's impressive shaft. Each descent towards the slit rubbed the underside of his sensitive penis closer to the bliss of release, while each push towards the tip earned him a gulp of abundant juices if not a full burst of cloudy arousal.

“Ghaaa…khaaa…haaaaah." Colbyras groaned over the wyvern's growly fit. Safik became more vocal. Restless, now that his climax approached. Colbyras realized that from the trickling fluids that gushed in an almost continuous flow from the twitching tip of his cock. After three long sliding motions, he just couldn't help himself to a serving of wyvern arousal. Colbyras pressed his chest against the top of the wyvern's barbed head, then dunk his head straight into the line of fire to receive the male's pheromone-laden bounty, unbearably hot, seemingly thicker with each burst.

In his rush to taste the wyvern's essence from the very tip of his cock, Colbyras barely realized his fading consciousness allowed a much more primal part of him to take over. He thrust himself against the wyvern's tip, short, ragged motions that pushed his chest along the barbs, while from below, a restless hand caressed the wyvern's flaring nubs. Colbyras's legs were not restless either. Locked in a tight grapple around the powerful member, his feet kept bumping and sliding over the first two rows of sensitive ridges, an act that encouraged Safik to thrust and further exacerbate his own weakness.

With a violent shudder of his legs, the wyvern brought his wings down upon the prince and his own cock alike, surrounding them both in the velvet heat of his body while he mounted that last, desperate thrust. Safik cried out not like a majestic wyvern, but more like a desperate male that finally tasted blissful relief after an eternity of teasing. His seed burst like a geyser out of his bloating member, soaring over his head to impact hard upon the wooden walls of the stall.

Colbyras struggled to hold onto the cock while it spat. With every wave of fertile cream, Safik's loose member bounced into the air, his arcs of bountiful cum as uneven as his moans. Some acquired a higher pitch. Others descended into hissing growls.

Yet no matter how he chose to vocalize his pleasure, the wyvern's singular pleasure burned with the same intensity from the explosive start all the way to the slow, dribbling finish.

It was after Safik relaxed back inside his nest that Colbyras could finally get a taste of fresh cum. The prince pushed his entire fist into Safik's leaking urethra to scoop up the thick, milky cum that had a bittersweet, fruity undertone compared to his own seed.

“Slide down." Safik whispered. “Your feet are making my ridges tingle with…arrrrr, prominent discomfort."

Colbyras flopped back on the ground, his own flabby member dripping with a lighter shade of white. “Oh…oh no."

“What's the matter?" Safik asked after he rolled onto his legs to sniff at the splotches of cum he unleashed all over the stall. “Is the taste of my seed too strange upon your human tongue?"

“No, it's mine. I must've released during the...mating or whatever we've done."

Safik flicked his bifurcated tongue over the human's member, a low growl of satisfaction burning in his throat, while a grunt sizzled within that of the prince. “Mrrr, poor reason to be ashamed of. Very poor."

“Ahhh, I knoooow!" he shuddered over the few seconds it took for Safik to pull his tongue back within his maw.

Colbyras found himself harden as he watched Safik eat his own cold seed from the ground, though it made sense, for a tidy male to clean up his own mess. He chose not to debate that topic, and, as a reward, he was allowed the distinct honor of cleaning Safik's own flaccid member off residual seed. Crouched under the wyvern, Colbyras worked the seed out of the shaft with a sensual massage that coaxed out far more cum than he could feed on. Colbyras smeared the excess over his chest, abs, and finally rolled his erect cock in wyvern cum, effectively marking himself with the male's warm essence, much to Safik's purring satisfaction.

“A keen mind is effective on its own, yet it is the pull of our instincts that often takes us on the correct path." Safik leaned on his side in the nest after he finished cleaning. He hoisted his leg up, his seed-coated vent widening bit by bit until it became a fleshy expanse not unlike a female's dripping pussy. “See yourself inside me, human. Thrust as I have, and let us see how steadfast your resilience holds against the heat of my flesh."

“Nghhh…" Colbyras clambered over the dragon from his tail end, walking on all fours until he slipped on the moist scales, his hard, aching member finding not hard scales underneath, but hot, velvet muscles that enveloped him like a warm blanket of pure pleasure.

“Khaaaawwww!" the prince scrunched his face and pushed himself deeper so that his balls too sunk into the nest of flesh. “It's…so warm…" another wince escaped him. From the moment he sunk his rock-hard erection inside that heaven of moistened flesh, Colbyras knew he could not possibly last more than a minute. The taste of wyvern cum was as fresh upon his lips as it was around his cock, swirling and facilitating his way into the male's burning walls with every throbbing thrust mounted by his trembling hips. Colbyras managed ten, fifty, almost twenty strokes until the heat ascended to unbearable levels of bliss. With his sweaty face scrunched by the looming climax, Colbyras buried his whole equipment inside the wyvern's fleshy halls, cock and balls alike, to loosen his seed with a feral cry of pure passion that mixed with the wyvern's satisfied rumble. Legs crossed, Safik clenched his muscles around the human's shaft just like an eager female would in the midst of the mating, and slowly, the milky texture of the wyvern's seed started to acquire the pearl-white undertones of the prince's scant cream.

“I'm…I'm done." Colbyras said, panting once his member spat out its last reserves. “Please…hold me until I wake up, for I doubt I can even twitch a muscle after the best mating of my short, insignificant human life."

A warm, sandy wing descended over Colbyras. “Insignificant? What a silly thing for a prince to speak of."

Colby smiled. Warm, pleasant gusts of air descended upon his back. Under Safik's wings, he felt truly loved.

“I care not for the rank you wear or the wealth you possess. Right now, you are more than a simple human."

“What? A mate? Just because I swallowed a bit of your seed?" the prince chuckled.

“Even a drop would be enough to mark you as one of my flock. Now rest." The wyvern rumbled. “Cast every worry you have away upon the warmth of my wings."

Colbyras muttered his gratitude with a kiss on the wyvern's snout, then slowly fell asleep to the pleasant feeling of that long, forked tongue that rolled slowly over his body like the waves of a calm sea.

Colbyras awoke with a rather annoying headache after what could have been described as the best night of his life.

“Safik?" He looked around the fenced stall to find no sign of the golden wyvern. Colbyras checked the other stalls to find them equally empty. “He's probably nose deep into a female."

But if that was the case, shouldn't he at least let his prince know? Colbyras gritted his teeth, then let out a long sigh. Anger was not what he wanted to feel right now. Not when he was butt-naked, with patches of flaking cum itching all over his body. Colbyras brushed himself off to the best of his ability when a patch of milky semen drew his attention. Crouching, the prince pushed his finger into the gelatinous semen. It was cold, yet not without its benefits. Colbyras ignored the throbs that hardened his member like a brick. He absent mindedly stirred the fluid while he reflected upon all the stupid things he had done to get into this situation.

Thomas and Edwin won't trade my dignity for some bawdy songs, free drinks, and a bit of coin. But what of the others? Someone must've seen me run into the barn. What in Thailen's name could a naked man do with a wyvern in the middle of the night?

There was no plausible explanation. Not when you happened to be the prince of an entire kingdom. Sure. He could just fly away upon Safik's wings.

But was abandoning the city he grew up in, the father he loved, and the wife he swore to share his life with the best choice he could make? He still knew so little of Safik. What if the wyvern liked the comfort of his own stone nest more than the call of the wilderness?

As if the wyvern read his thoughts, Safik pushed his snout through the wooden doors of the barn. He carried a conspicuous leather pack in his mouth.

A pack he placed at the feet of his naked prince.

“I don't know whatever bribe hides in there. Don't even care to, after…after the things we've done last night." Colby said, then thrust his finger at the wyvern's snout. “I thought we have a bond! How can a female's vent be more important than the man you took under your wing? I-"

Colbyras stumbled over his words as the wyvern licked his entire body with one quick stroke of his tongue.

“I…"

“You need to get dressed, yes." Safik pointed his snout to the edge of the room. “There is fresh water in one of the troughs. I haven't drank from it in days, yet it should prove suitable enough for your needs."

Colbyras frowned. “Can't you just lick me?"

The wyvern hissed with what could only be amusement. “My nostrils find you more pleasing than any perfume drenched noble, yet your kin will not think highly of a prince who reeks of wyvern."

Colbyras nodded. He found clean clothes in the pack, along with scented oils and soap. “Thank you…Safik." He mumbled the wyvern's name upon realizing that Safik returned to the golden nest from last night to have a tongue bath of his own. Oh, if only the water was as warm as his tongue. Colbyras shivered through his entire bath, not even bothering to remove the dead insects that clung to his skin. Once he finished, he hugged the wyvern's snout, wished him a hearty farewell, then walked into the light of day as a new man of modest birth, if one didn't stare too carefully at what hid underneath the clothes.

Unfortunately for Colbyras, the innkeeper's eyes were too used to faces to mistake him for anything other than a prince.

“Good morrow to you too, Ingvar," Colbyras returned the pudgy man's greeting. “Business going good? I'll drop by later to have a few mugs of that new ale we've got from the FrostFangs."

“What're ye doin' in the beast's lair, lad?" The innkeeper burst out, red with worry. “I've seen some naked silhouette run into the same direction last night. Cannae be t'was ye that got chased outta yer wife's bed, aye?"

Colby cocked his head at the ridiculous accusations. “What sort of ale have you indulged yourself into, Ingvar? I love my wife more than you love your Lofstern ale."

The innkeeper weighted his words with a few strokes of his chin. “Fair thing ta say, lad. May be that age is catchin' up with me. Now, don' let me hold ye from yer business though. I'm sure ye got a lot of things to do today."

“Indeed," Colbyras inched a bit closer to the man's ear. “And whatever rumors circulate about that naked man, see them silenced. We don't need that sort of slander right after my wedding."

“Course, of course. Haf a good day, m'prince."

“You too, Ingvar. A caravan's coming at midday. I'll see your barrels refilled before you can say the word ale."

“Ale, ale! Lotsa ale!"

The encounter left Colbyras with a permanent scowl on his face. Ingvar might've been polite around men of worthy rank, yet ale had a way of loosening his mouth, and a wrong whisper could do a lot of damage if it caressed the right set of ears.

One problem at a time, Colbyras nodded to a new pair of guards that replaced his friends at the castle's entrance. First, my wife. Then we'll see whatever comes next.

The sound of a rattling goblet could be heard from his chambers.

“How can the captain of the guards have no idea where my husband is?" Vaneera screamed. “I demand answers. And I want them RIGHT NOW!"

Colbyras barged in before Vaneera lost whatever remained of her wits, and with a quick military salute, the scared captain bolted out, closing the door behind him, leaving the woman to focus on him instead.

“Where in Thailen's four cocks did you run to in the middle of the night?" she pointed a finger straight between Colby's fearful eyes.

To the inn! Or better, to one of his oldest friends. His tongue itched to unburden itself of all the possible lies that could get him out of this situation, yet this was not a common wench, to lie and discard whenever it was convenient.

“The barn. I've been to the barn."

“The what?!"

“Safik's nest. He's my father's-"

“I know who he is…" her voice softened a bit. “And what he does with the two females that arrived during our wedding day. Why him, and not the wench that had you by the cock when you burst inside me after five meager strokes?"

“Because it isn't a wench that took my mind away from you." Colbyras seated her on the side of the bed, then calmly went over everything that happened minus the most erotic of bits. He expected her hands around his throat. Or even a dive through the window.

“How big did you say he was?" Vaneera asked instead, a question infinitely more awkward than the other scenarios.

“Well…big. Like…" Colbyras waved over the bed's length, and a bit more before he found his erect cock roughly grabbed into his wife's fist.

“Tell me again. I want to know what happened in that barn down to the last detail." Vaneera said. She rubbed her legs together throughout the entire story, and if the wet splotch she left behind wasn't surprising, the tight, passionate kiss certainly drained the blood out of Colbyras's face.

“You what?" he squirmed on the bed as Vaneera pressed her wet, naked folds against his bulge. She too spoke of forgotten desires. Suppressed urges that have only now resurfaced, stirred by a husband's loving touch.

“Introduce me to him. I want to see his cock plow through one of those scaly wenches."

“I- hold on. I don't think it's wise, for both the future king and the queen to sneak into the wyvern's barn." Colbyras drank a hefty gulp of wine. He was just made aware of his wife's pressing desire: to see a pair of wyverns breed with her husband besides them, to touch and prod at the union of cock and cunt.

“I could dress like a caretaker and loosen my hair. Nobody from the wedding would recognize me after how many kegs of ale we had to uncork, and a second pair of eyes on the outside is better than none. You know you owe me after you've left me wanting to frolic with that wyvern."

“Fine, fine." Colby muttered. “But how about I only touch them? Breeding a female like a wyvern is really not as glamorous as your perverted mind imagines."

“Untouched," Vaneera corrected. “You'll stand on top of her and fuck her wet, dripping vent with an intensity that will make even this Safik envious, if you do indeed love me as much as you say."

The plan had been laid out down to the tiniest of details. Colbyras would go back to fetch Safik and take him to the two females. At the entrance, he would meet up with his wife, dressed as a caretaker that would lock the doors and ensure no prying eyes partook in the copulation.

Everything went well. Too well, in fact. Inside the barn, with three feisty wyverns going through the first arousing steps of their breeding ritual, Colbyras hardened as much as any man could under the watchful eyes of their loving wife. He felt Vaneera's eyes upon him, even if he could hardly see her from inside the barn.

“Your wife is a fierce female," Safik licked his snout clean of the drippy female juices that made his scales gleam in the sunlight pouring through the top windows. “I would mark her as my own, if she wasn't already taken."

“And crush her under your enormous cock?" The prince scoffed. “See to your own females, you naughty beast." Colbyras then pointed at the black wyverness that crouched in front of the golden male, haunches wet with lust. She was about a third shorter than Safik, with grey frills to adorn her spine from the top of her head to the swishing tip of her long black tail. Colbyras could tell her gender not only by her wider, more accommodating vent, but also from her gentler features.

The shudders of her pussy picked up exponentially once Safik clambered on top of her body, flattening her frilled spine under his scales. His jaws clenched around the back of her neck when his barbed head found her soaked passage, then soft, suave licks replaced the piercing grip of teeth as both creatures got accustomed to the rather slow process of their mating. Safik was a lot gentler than Colbyras imagined. He really took his time to show his mate how important she was to him, and how grateful he was to be the father of her future clutch.

As the thrusts picked up, so did their growls. Safik turned his head around, motioning for Colbyras to approach and have a taste of their union.

“Gods…if pure Thailen could see me now…" the prince locked whatever social norms advised against such course of action, then cupped around Safik's member, rubbing his hand over the smooth middle of the fleshy organ. The wyvern hissed with desire, then thrust, forcing his member forward, and along with it, Colbyras's right hand. A sea of twitching heat and splattering fluids embraced his hand, a hand that was forced further in by the flared ridges of the wyvern's cock.

“Gah!" the prince gasped as he found his face pressed up against wet, gooey scales. He tried to wrench his arm back, as being buried almost up to the shoulder in wyverness cunt was not part of the initial bargain…

But by all that was good and pure in the world, did it feel glorious. Colbyras could feel everything. The tight squeezes employed by a female at the peak of her heat, desperate to hold her mate in for as long as she could. The sharp, battering thrusts of Safik, a beast whose throat sizzled with pleasure with every thrust he mounted.

And most of all, their combined juices, splattering upon the ground in an almost continuous gush of excess lubrication. Colbyras' feeble human mind could never have imagined the burning heat dwelling inside a female's folds, nor the powerful throbs that made the male's ridges hard as stone. Safik pushed himself inside his mate, again and again, each shove of his cock stimulating the female beyond her ability to endure. Colbyras emulated the wyvern's example. He had dreamed so long of this moment that his aroused instincts threatened to push him into orgasm just by mating the air.

Of course, it wasn't just a thin, ethereal veil. The smell of their union along with the heat that oozed from their genitals warmed Colbyras' member the closer he approached; and, if he was lucky, he could even catch splatters of goo on the very tip of his cock.

“Hngggghhh!" Colbyras tensed up as the female's throat sizzled with pleasure.

She tightened harder than ever, preventing her mate from pulling out, as well as Colbyras. The prince knew what was about to happen when the familiar surge traveled through Safik's bloating member. Two roars washed over the barn. One sharp and desperate, the other more mellow and restrained. Colbyras cared not which belonged to Safik when the excess of his milky cum overflowed from his mate's rapidly twitching pussy. All he saw was a precious waste of something he could feel on his entire body. Wrenching his arm out between two throbs and stumbling briefly over the slimy sheen that coated the ground, the prince moved under the waterfall of combined cum, allowing the gushing waves to wash over him while his other rested arm continued to stimulate the male's burning ridges that bloated and sharpened with every wave of cum shot inside the female's egg chamber.

“Mrrraaaahhhh." A long, needy moan escaped his lips once Safik pulled out. The absence of a cock to plug all that fluid allowed a much greater quantity of mixed wyvern fluids to splatter on the human. Colbyras opened his mouth, slurped whatever he could, yet this was not a time to feast. He would have that opportunity later.

Safik gently nudged him to a dry spot and began to lick the human clean.

“Was it your lust that saw you take the full might of my seed, or your wife's?" The wyvern asked.

“Both," Colbyras said, his breath labored by the lust that burned within his rock-hard shaft. “She shares my desires, Safik. If you could know how much I thirsted for a moment where I could touch, taste, and smell every beautiful part that ads up to the perfection wyverns are, you'd understand."

“Warm words, spoken from a lust-addled mouth." The wyvern nudged the prince to the other female, an emerald green who licked her vent in preparation for her turn.

“Taste the heat of her flesh for yourself. See how she matches against your current mate."

That was exactly what his wife wanted, yet Colbyras kept this information from Safik. He kept it tightly sealed under the waves of pleasure that assailed his muscles even before he sunk into her flesh, for even clambering upon such a divine creature filled a man with more lust than he could possibly handle. Colbyras complimented the female's polished scales that felt so smooth on his skin, warm, almost alive. Beneath them hid powerful muscles that allowed the creature to launch itself into the air at a moment's notice. Colbyras throbbed, caressing her haunch before he stared into the green female's golden eyes. She dipped her head with a warm growl…

And Colbyras settled on his fours to thrust himself as eagerly as a wyvern inside her. He scrunched up his face as soon as his cock sunk inside her swollen, heat-drenched pussy.

“Khaaaaaah!" Colbyras gritted his teeth. Big as a cart, yet still tighter than his own clenched fist. The prince mounted a few desperate thrusts that filled his eyes with tears of pure bliss. The inevitability of his release washed over him from the moment he sunk himself inside wyvern pussy. He knew a few seconds was all he had. Colbyras held himself back as long as he could, thrusting as hard as he could, looking towards the window where his wife gazed at him with big, lustful eyes. Vaneera bit her lip hard. She wanted him to cum, just as much as the scaly mate that received the full length of his shaft.

“Hrraaawwwwwwhhhh!" Colbyras fell at the peak of his pleasure, shivering and groaning like an animal. His tiny member could hardly impress a wyvern, yet she clenched around him with the same enthusiasm he felt earlier, when Safik plowed his way into the other female, for no matter what species he belonged to, the wyverness craved for every drop of cum she could get inside her seething, needy folds.

Colbyras spent the next five or so minutes waiting for his senses to return, still deep inside his female. Though he failed to impress her, he grabbed around the base of her tail and kept massaging her lips by grinding his genitals against her soaked pussy.

Still, this temporary act of love failed to make him feel better about his lack of stamina.

“I'm…I'm alright. There's no need to-" he told the female right before her stubborn tongue washed over his sweaty body. “Ooohhh…so warm. I wish I had the means to fill you with the same heat you've poured into me."

The female continued to lick him. She cared not for words, only his hands on her body. Yet Colbyras still felt like a useless burden that barely deserved the warm licks he received. He wanted to be like Safik. Show this emerald beauty how hot his affection burned.

So Colbyras had Safik speak to her in his growly tongue, and, once the emerald female presented her with her swollen need once again, the prince plunged his bigger, thicker, eternally hard arm into her pussy and began to fist her with the fury of a warrior. He plowed through that sea of muscles harder with his semi-muscular arm, mating her much better than his cock ever could. With one arm, he thrust, while his other hand dabbed over Safik's tip to procure remnants of cum quickened by the taste of female pussy. The wyvern did not remain idle. He feasted on his other black scaled mate with hungry lashes of his tongue.

Growls filled the barn. Growls of feral affection and lust that overpowered an ordinary man. The walls echoed with the desperate need to breed, and Colbyras kept at it. He never slowed down or took a break from the squelching mess of the female's leaking pussy. When one arm got tired, the other followed, and several times per switch Colbyras procured fresh seed from Safik's shaft to push that sludgy wyvern cum as deep as he could inside the female's pussy.

It was still not enough. Like Safik, she had the stamina of a creature way beyond a human's reach. Colbyras even sunk both hands into her pussy to scratch, grab, and fist her flesh in a desperate attempt to make her cum.

“Ghaaaaa…I…I can't…" He pulled out. “Please…take her. Finish what I could not."

Safik gave the human an encouraging lick, and in return, Colbyras kissed him on his snout between his two cute, shuddering nostrils. Safik gently pushed him aside, then pressed his larger snout against the female's fleshy crack, his forked tongue not only having a longer reach, but a certain allure that made the female tense up after the first few licks over her bare, scale-less pussy. She twitched, and tensed, then spat over Safik's nose, splattering her burning need with yowling throbs, and Safik snarled, licking whatever he could from the waterfall of clear juices that cascaded upon half of his head. His member flared to life like vegetation after rain, thick, delicious, and moistened by fresh lubrication from the depths of the wyvern's musky vent.

Colbyras immediately delved under the male's cock to pleasure Safik in the learned ways from last night. He focused his efforts on the tip, rubbing through the barbs with his fingers while his mouth made out with the wyvern's spurting cock-hole.

The golden wyvern's legs buckled under the assault that caught him off-guard. Colbyras smirked. He slid over the huge shaft to find Safik's ridges plump with sensitivity, a few vigorous swipes of his hands enough to make the wyvern splatter the ground with his fluids. Colbyras returned to the tip to feast, stopping his assault on that barbed tip until the golden male rewarded his hard efforts with thick, creamy splatters of gooey wyvern cum.

“I-I'm sorry," Colbyras muttered as his body was repeatedly splattered with fresh waves of precious cum. He lost himself into the thrill of lust which cost the proud male a fresh batch of precious, life-giving cum. “Gods, what a waste. This could've been eggs. This should've been inside her…"

“Nothing is wasted." Safik summoned his scaly mates to his side with a tender growl. The three wyverns licked each other fondly, then dipped their snouts towards the ground and started lapping together at the pool of cum. Their bifurcated tongues often brushed over the human's body, as Colby could not help himself to walk into the center of the action. His bare feet stood in the largest body of cum, and his hands caressed every snout that moved in to shower him with affection. He was hardly able to move under the tenderness of their caress, and after a few minutes of those hot, slimy tongues sliding over his groin, Colby found himself more than eager to add his own seed upon those tongues.

Once done with all of their cleaning responsibilities, the three wyverns cuddled together in a pile of wings, twitching tails, and warm, loving growls.

“Go now." Safik whispered to Colbyras when the human hugged his enormous snout. “Tend to your mate, and tell her she is always welcome inside my nest, should she choose to learn a few things about wyverns."

“I will," Colbyras bowed before the glorious creatures. “Thank you all…for everything you've given me this day."

Although abrupt, that farewell felt more like a delay for the young prince. Colbyras only had to wait until sundown to see Safik again, only this time, he knew for certain that he was not going to be the only pervert to spend the night naked, warmed under a wyvern's caring wing.

However, before he put that particular plan in motion, Colbyras had to clean himself, then retrieve his undoubtedly dirty clothes from wherever they fell.

Hopefully in a dry place…if there's even something like that after all that mating.

A warm smile crept along the naked prince's face. Colbyras climbed into one of the three troughs filled with cold, drinkable water, and gritted his jaws at how cold the water was compared to the fleshy tongues that danced along his naked skin a few moments ago. Colbyras washed quickly, scrubbing himself just enough to take off the film of saliva. He stepped back on the hay-leaden ground, cursing silently at the annoying pebbles, bits of hay, and dirt that latched onto his wet, bare feet. He hated being dirty, though at least he was now free of any conspicuous fluids.

Colbyras hesitated when he spotted his clothes right next to one of the trails of cum that had been licked by the wyverns. It was now a wet shadow, same as the other splotches. Their footprints were everywhere, and though they had been thorough, a few small blobs of cum still glistened in the falling sunlight, almost eager to mock Colbyras with their persistence.

“Get over here." He jumped over to the little island of dry land and grabbed onto his clothes. He first inspected his shirt, turning it this way and that, smiled, then did the same for his pants, his grin only broadening further. The pants too had not a single stain of cum on them. What a relief. The prince of Rasdeleith was going to return home unstained by the events that transpired inside this place of pleasure.

Colbyras left the wyverns with a kiss and a fond hug of each of their cute, sleepy snouts. He exited through the small personnel door on the side of the building, as opening the wyvern gate attracted too much unwanted attention.

“Mfff!" He barely managed to put one foot out on the grass and immediately found himself slammed against the wall, kissed fiercely by his passionate wife. Vaneera held him tight against the wall, her two hands playing across his blushing cheeks.

“Are you-“ Colbyras wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand, eyes darting around in search of any suspicious stares from those who traveled alongside the wyvern's nest.

“Aye. I'm wet. What you gonna do about that?" Vaneera rested her hand on the wall next to his head and leaned closer. “I want you to take me like you've plowed that emerald one…only with your cock instead of a hand."

“We can't be seen here, you devious, dragon-ridden oaf." Colbyras shoved her away, hard enough to send her stumble back a few steps.

Vaneera did catch her balance though, and she was not happy at all with the outcome. She bounded back to the prince, fists clenched, lips pursed, and fire in her eyes. “I'm giving myself to you and that's your answer?"

“We can't do it out here in the open, right next to the blazin' wyvern rookery!" Colbyras hissed, throwing another cautious look around. He sighed when nobody looked and slowly, gently, lowered the tone of his voice. “You may pass for a caretaker or even a peasant, but I have neither long hair nor a fancy fockin' hat to cover my face with. I had drunks from the tavern recognize me by the way I walk!"

“How about a scarf?" Vaneera untied her tawny strap of cloth from her neck.

Colbyras only shook his head further. “With what I'm wearing right now, I'd make for a very convincing cutthroat."

She gave a resigned sigh at that. Finally. Some progress. How in this large, beautiful world could a woman that posed as the most proper, pampered of princesses for years become so…wild? The mystery still baffled Colbyras, gifting him with a sharp blush in his cheeks whenever he ran this surprising chain of events through his mind. He got deep into it too, feeling only Vaneera's elbow as it connected to his ticklish ribs.

“Gah. Which of Thailen's ten tails fetters you now?" Colbyras moved a few steps away to the side. They were walking along a narrow path traveled by a scant number of people.

Vaneera puckered her lips, pointing her face at well dressed man with silver hair and a golden wyvern insignia hung on his black suit, nestled neatly between a plethora of other decorations.

“Is there need for such rough exertion?" the man spoke. “Even Thailen himself would bow his head before such a vision." The man kissed Vaneera's proffered hand.

“Commander Garren." She smiled in return. “It pleases me to see that courtesy has not been traded for vulgarism, even among friends."

“Erh," Colbyras almost swallowed his tongue. Out of all the people to run into, it had to be the tip of the Wing Guard's cock that rammed him raw. Colbyras would've loved to give him that stern princely gaze and watch this decorated veteran nod his stiff head.

“Garren." He said instead, extending his hand for a shake that left his fingers red. “An unexpected, if not a thoroughly pleasant surprise. What brings you to this part of our fair city? Not the wyvern whose likeness inspired that brooch you wear, I hope."

“Mrrm, the very thoughts I have grace your tongue today, young prince." The man nodded. “It is in fact an order from your father to check on the females that brought me here. It arrived yesterday, and it is my duty to make sure our visitors got properly acquainted with the emblem of our city."

Colbyras' cheeks flushed red with the same hot blood that poured through his cock not so long ago. “A man of your position sent to attend such a menial task? Surely my father can have one of the scale-tenders check on them."

“Not this time, my prince." The commander leaned closer to Colbyras. “We've sent a flock of gryphons to the Peaks a few days ago with supplies on their backs. One of them just returned and confirmed our suspicion. Those two, in that barn…they're the offspring of the alpha pair, and it is my mission to make sure not a single one of their scales gets displaced by our wyvern, be it during grooming, sleeping, or a moment of particularly wild passion."

“Safik's never harmed anyone." Colbyras whispered back with a strange urge to protect Safik's name. “Name one wyvern that left that barn marred or distraught."

“We won't have to if the current occupants find him too used to take what is his." The commander of the city watch pointed his gaze past Colbyras. “If you'll excuse me, my prince."

“Aye. Go and sniff around like a gnarly bloodhound." Colbyras said to his wife once Garren was on his way to the barn. “I hope he chokes on the smell of his cum."

“Is it that foul?"

“Naaah." The prince brushed off that stupid thought with a flick of his hand and motioned for Vaneera to keep on walking. “Safik's perfect just the way he is. I just don't want him to be turned into a… Gah, I almost disgraced my own father. What I mean to say is that… I prefer he retains whatever wilderness he has left. My father ordered Safik around based on pointless fears for years. He deserves better than-“

“You're better."

Colbyras winked at her. “We are."

The two of them hurried home for no good reason other than to twine their bodies like the wyverns did; in a tight lock of bristling teeth, wet lust, and harsh, passionate thrusts. Colbyras, however, kept his pants on, for his desire had a particular taste this time. He wanted not to pretend, but be there, near an actual wyvern. Able to sample the sweetness from the very tip of his leaking erection while his wife would take care of the beast's other end. He even proposed to make love to his wife on top of the wyvern's mighty erection.

Not even lustful Vaneera could say no to that, even if the hours they had to wait nightfall started to turn into pent-up, sexual torture. They both agreed to save themselves for Safik, an endeavor easier performed by a man who spilled himself already twice this day. Colbyras found himself more preoccupied with the fate of the wyvern. The majestic creature was somehow no longer just the object of his fascination, but a friend. Someone Colbyras cared for more deeply than even the scale-tenders that saw Safik fed, bathed, or relieved of his seed whenever he required. Colbyras made a mental note to ask Safik about how they treated him.

When the moon rose above the wisps of smoke trailing towards the star-filled sky, the royal couple advanced upon the barn dressed in black. The pathways around Safik's nest were always lightly traveled, for people had greater concerns in their mind than the welfare of a winged beast.

Colbyras creaked open the heavy wyvern door. Unlike the side entrance, this one remained open in case Safik felt the need to stretch his wings. Men cared not for wyvern footsteps. However, boot prints around the wyvern's nest in the middle of the night? That tended to be the talk of many taverngoers.

“Help me with this," Colbyras propped his back against the door in an attempt to close it. With Vaneera's help, he managed to do so easily.

“Unnecessarily big, don't you think?"

“Wait until you caress his snout." Colbyras pointed at the sleeping wyvern.

“I'll take the tail. Love how it twitches."

“Wonder what he's dreaming about." Colbyras said. Safik was curled up in his nest, head sheltered under the sandy membrane of a broad wing, oblivious to the two humans that approached his bed. They split around him. Vaneera took his tail side, clambering over to the base of his tail, while Colbyras passed through the stream of moist air exhaled by the wyvern's shuddering nostrils. He placed his slightly cold hands on the creature's proud head, his smile deepening with every flowing caress along the golden scales.

“Greetings, oh, radiant one. How's the night going? Dreaming of faraway forests nestled between mountains beset by storms?"

“I had a nightmare like that." Vaneera carefully walked on all fours over the wyvern's leg. “There was this storm that caught me flying towards Gleamrock. My gryphon started making these weird sounds I never heard before, then a blast of lightning made me see what I was truly riding."

“A wyvern's cock?"

“A naked eye that grabbed me with hundreds of tentacles, black, like his-" She yelped when Safik jerked his claw forward, sending her splaying onto the cushy blanket strewn over the mountain of hay. “Like his fockin' claws." Vaneera slapped the tip of a claw angrily before a more enticing sight stole her attention.

“What's the matter, Neera? Is that all the rage you can muster?"

“Nay, his crack. He's got a crack the size of a cottage. How's it feel inside?"

“Gooey, like that eye you told me about. Please don't think of-" Colbyras frowned at the familiar squelching sounds that quickly beset his ears. Vaneera, daughter of a rather influential kingdom, his wife, played in the wyvern's vent like a child in the sand pit.

“Worry not, my dear," he whispered softly to Safik, stroking the wyvern from horns to nose. “Not all of us are lustful barbarians."

“Barbarian? Aye. I married one that can't even last a good five strokes before he bursts inside me."

“Don't blame me when you've got your hands all over his cock."

“Oh, I feel his head. Soft, yet still a hundred times bigger than my husband."

“By all means, have him instead. If he doesn't split you in two during his fit of passion, like Garren put it." Colbyras chuckled. “Bet you can't coax his seed out in an hour, least of all five thrusts."

“I'll do it in one."

“Mraaaarrrhhh…" that warm growl made both humans freeze in their tracks. Safik blinked lazily a couple of times, then lifted his lazy head off his cushion to stare at the woman crouched against his belly.

“I-I'm sorry. It's the first time I see something so-" the future queen's words trailed to a stop as the wyvern coiled his neck around to give his vent a few long, sloppy licks.

“B-big," Vaneera found her words when the wyvern's barbed tip parted the fleshy gates of his vent, only to sink back in once Safik turned his attention to Colbyras.

“Safik…please, allow me to apologize for my wife. She saw you with those two females and rammed me against the wall with the intention to mate me. I promised her an introduction, and I told her to keep her hands to herself, to let you sleep, but…" his words too started to fade as the dragon assaulted him with a puff of hot, humid air. Safik approached his snout, coming so close that Colbyras could feel the heat oozing off his scales between breaths.

“Small, fragile Colbyras…are words all you bring to me when my dreams are the sweetest?" the wyvern slowly moved onto his side, kicking at the air with his sharp talons to settle into position.

“No…I also wanted to see you. To…touch you again. Over your entire body." Colbyras said quickly. “Because every part of you is deserving of my touch, not just your wet lips and what hides inside them."

“Why don't you two find that answer on your own, my curious little hatchlings?" The wyvern spread his legs to reveal the very wetness Colbyras spoke about, only this time, it was the queen that gaped her jaws with whispered admiration. “It is not sin, to crave for knowledge beyond the reach of your elders, nor is it shameful to experience all the pleasures offered by this gift called life."

“Touch," the wyvern said. “Feel my strength bloom beneath your tiny hands, and bother not about the results. I have five more nests just as clean as this one."

“But…your seed…the females." Colbyras frowned. “What has Garren told you?"

The wyvern's hind leg slowly descended to conceal the fleshy vent. A long breath left Safik's throat, and Colbyras could see the spark of sadness blaze within those emerald eyes before Safik even began to speak. “The commander has been very brief. Like a sharp spear oiled with liquid flames, he hurt me where I was the weakest."

“Hurt you?" Colbyras hugged the wyvern's snout. “How, Safik? I'm the prince. My word stands above his."

“Yet you are not above your father, hatchling…and neither am I. The king wishes me to accompany my newest mates to the peaks. He's…sending me away."

“No…he can't do that! You're the emblem of our city. The whole kingdom is ablaze with tales of your deeds. My father wouldn't discard you like a used wench even for…"

He understood then, as he stared into the wyvern's saddened eyes. The only legacy Safik built for himself remained outside the walls of the city, for no matter how many hundreds of females he mated with, none chose to have their young raised by human hands. Safik was alone. He had been so for a long, long time.

“I'd miss you terribly, yet…is this not for the better? You could fly through the skies alongside your kin, and mate whoever you desire!"

“Dirt underneath my claws, trees around me, and a shining sun above. Many would choose such a wild future, yet it is not what I desire, hatchling. I have an easy life here, with my simple needs satisfied in every way I wish. These walls became my nest. Your city, my home. And such, my only choice is to perform as poorly as I can. Hope the rage of my mates does not pierce past the reach of their fangs, for as much as the king treasures me, he fell in love with his image long, long before I grew comfortable with this nest of polished stone."

“My own father planned out my life before I was even born. I have some experience in dealing with that sort of men." Vaneera's voice came. Only now Colbyras realized she was right here, next to him, her wet, delicate hands sliding gently over Safik's jaw.

“Such heavy talk for a most tranquil night…I propose a better alternative." The wyvern said.

The two of them, prince and princess, shared a quick, puzzled look. The wyvern's breath shuddered, moist and hot, eliciting a soft wince from Vaneera. Safik started licking his own juices from Vaneera's hands, and the future queen delighted in the fleshy caress of his bifurcated tongue until it touched a certain area between her legs that had Vaneera recoil back with a moan of her own.

“He licked me!" she said to Colbyras, who gave her a meek smile in return. Sort of like a 'you did touch him first after all'.

Safik slowly rolled onto his side, parting his legs wide enough to spread his seeping flesh before the gleaming eyes of the two humans. It was wet. Noisy. A dripping cavern that clenched and shuddered with obvious expectation.

“I'm getting back at him for that." Vaneera said. She pushed away the slimy eel that sought another taste of her body, shedding her clothes on her way to the wyvern's backside. Like her husband, she failed to clamber over onto his body the first few times, yet the sight of his wife's pussy winking back at him while she tried to reach for the wyvern's sizable vent hardened Colbyras like stone, each shove of his erect penis against the dry material of his pants a nuisance.

Safik offered her a long, sharp talon to grab, only to be denied with a stubborn shake of her head. Vaneera preferred to use his neck as a ladder, hoisting herself on the wyvern's scaly body to shudder and moan with every moist breath falling over her exposed lips.

_Lick her. Oh, please drag that huge slimy tongue over her rift. _Colbyras huffed with eagerness. He craved to see his proud wife shatter under the tongue that fed so eagerly on wyvernesses on this very day.

Yet Safik only took in her scent. Nothing else. Laying his head back in his nest, he draped that delicious tongue over the prince's stiff tent instead.

“Nggh, why me? She was right…haaaah…right there…yessss, there. Right there." Colbyras grabbed onto two slimy teeth and thrust his sheltered cock deeper through the wyvern's gaped jaws, eager to cum into something just as moist as his wife's delicious pussy. Safik licked him with short flicks of his tongue. His gooey saliva impregnated his pants within seconds, and the prince scrambled to push them down, least the intense friction overwhelmed him. As soon as his naked cock jutted out of the dripping prison, Colbyras buried himself within the wyvern's maw, scrunching his face with pleasure, almost expecting that thick tongue to drag him deeper.

Instead, Safik slid it between his legs, and the prince was left again with a gasp of utter surprise when the wyvern slid inside the crack of his ass not to clean, but to push him hard against his own steaming jaws.

“Easy." Colbyras huffed. “I don't want to…only last five strokes."

The wyvern rumbled his agreement. He played his tongue over the human's bare body, allowing the prince to throb within his maw without touching the surface of his tongue. For Colbyras, the mere act of being inside a predator's maw was arousing.

Yet not quite as arousing as the squelches coming from Safik's wet vent. Hugging the wyvern's lower belly with her bare body, breasts tightly pressed against scales, and cunt out in the open, Vaneera dipped her head in and out of Safik's rift, savoring short gulps of musky lubrication.

And when she didn't drink, she thrust, both hands sinking into the wyvern's rift, battering it with unmatched frenzy.

“Mrrfff," Colbyras pursed his lips. He could hardly endure the sight of his wife's leaking pussy and the heat of the wyvern's maw at the same time. “How does it feel?" He asked Safik while his warm hands caressed the growly dragon.

Safik shuddered. His wings fell against the nest, and his tail lashed the air with a thundering jerk. No. A spasm. Colbyras' erect cock slid along the base of two teeth as Safik curled his neck towards his vent to watch his emerging erection. He lapped at the air like a snake tasting the scent, his growls turning into suave moans as his hindquarters jerked with quick, uneven spasms that awed the lustful queen. Vaneera rubbed over the barbed head and kissed it fugitively, as it grew too big, too quick for her to get a good grip. She worked on his base instead, rubbing along every ridge that plopped out of the fleshy nest, until the wyvern collapsed his head back against the cushy surface of his nest.

“Mraaaaahhh! You…told her about…the rrridges."

“We share everything." Colbyras said right before Safik's tongue pulled his most sensitive of parts back inside his jaws. This time, the wyvern left nothing back. He wriggled his tongue in wonderful ways that made Colbyras shudder from neck to toes, the contact of flesh upon flesh an overwhelming treat for the senses.

“D-don't. Please…not so fast."

His pleas fell on deaf ears, and he failed to understand why until his bright eyes -moistened with pleasure- found his wife furiously thrusting along the wyvern's ridges. Vaneera moaned harder and louder with each trip along the dragon's cock. Her precum covered breasts slid over the hard shaft like oil, just like the rest of her body. The way she humped Safik's tool, like a female desperate to be bred, spoke loud of her sexual desires. She might have had no cock of her own, yet her clit was most susceptible to rubbing.

And traversing each of those hot ridges pulsating with warm wyvern blood must've been extremely intense from the way she screamed during her moment of rapture. Vaneera hugged the base of the cock while she collapsed, feeding on precum from the wyvern's quivering slit while her own rift expunged out all that burning lost with sharp trickles of mind-bending pleasure.

“Khaaaah!" Colbyras thrust himself in and out repeatedly inside Safik's jaws. “Khaaa..hhaaaa…nyaaaaahhh!" his groans joined his wife's sharper cries. Fire welled within his groin, a blistering river of magma that slowly raced towards his cock. Colbyras squeezed the wyvern's jaws hard, then dragged his nails along hard, golden scales when a thick wave of cream exploded out of his bloating shaft. Safik squeezed his jaws tighter, forming a few coils with his tongue around the human's member, holding him in that tight shelter of packed muscles until Colbyras tapered off with a long, satisfied groan.

“How…" he slowly pulled himself back and allowed his body to drop on the soft blanket of Safik's nest. “How close did you get?"

The wyvern offered no reply other than a warm growl. Even after he cleaned the sweat off the prince's body, he refused to share his state of mind, probably to avoid insulting the royal pair on their inability to coax out his seed.

“His cock is steel." Vaneera grabbed her husband's hand. “I must've had four of them while he lounged like a cub without a care in the world. How in Thailen's name did you finish him off last time?"

Colbyras smiled. “What joy is there in traveling a used road? I have a better idea."

He told his wife everything about the hottest plan he conjured up to date. Or at least, tried to. Right after he mentioned how thick the wyvern's scent was at the tip, Vaneera tried to clamber on the beast's sizable cock.

And so began a strange dance where throbs, moans, and shifting limbs worked in unison to bring the mighty wyvern closer to ejaculation. Safik's throbbing erection was the main protagonist of a most arousing act. Whenever a jerk sent his cock jumping towards the base of his tail, whoever happened to be on top slid across the erection, rubbing flesh and ridges alike on their way down. The other would wait patiently for the barbed head to descend, and once it got to a manageable level, they would grab onto the tip like a trained monkey and feast briefly from the bounty of fluids squirting from the dragon's spurting cock hole.

Vaneera happened to be at the tip right now, her head almost lost inside the wyvern's urethra. Were it not for a few locks of messy black hair, Colbyras wouldn't know if his wife remained whole or got sucked inside the wyvern's tool by some strange feat of magic. One thing was certain. Her addiction to the scaly male's scent was incredibly and utterly arousing for a man who could almost feel the taste of wyvern cum upon his dry lips.

When Vaneera plopped her head out to suck in a breath, Safik throbbed, though his member failed to dislodge the stubborn woman from her prize. The future queen bobbed her head in and out, licked, kissed, and grazed upon the barbs closest to her. During this time, her arms never stood idle. They kept stoking the flames of Safik's passion until the wyvern thrust himself forward to launch a powerful spurt of cloudy, pheromone-laden precum that finally saw Vaneera on her knees, panting and plastered in pearlescent lust.

Colbyras pushed himself along the wyvern's still erection. With no throb to push him back, Colbyras slid over the barbs with his bare body, the feel of the wyvern's hard nubs all the more exciting when they rolled over the man's own rock-hard erection and drooping ballsack.

“Ghhmmm." The prince moaned with lust as he drank a few gulps of that pheromone-laden sweetness from Safik's leaking tip. The stimulation proved enough to launch Safik into another throb, yet Colbyras fell on his belly in the absence of a proper grip.

A realm already claimed by his loving wife. Vaneera fell on top of him, gave her sweet husband a long, messy kiss, then latched onto the tip at the right moment to slide down to the ridges in one fluid motion.

Colbyras repeated her movements. And then the dance began anew, unleashing the heat of impending orgasms upon the pair that shared a messy touch or a sloppy kiss during the switch from barbs to ridges. As the wyvern got closer to his moment of great pleasure, the scent of his musk acquired the sweetness of his pre-seed, a fluid that fell in great quantities, and equally enticing demand. Addled by lust, the royal pair paused their responsibilities to unite in a round of reckless passion and unbridled lust on the base of the wyvern's ridged shaft. Vaneera stood on the bottom, breasts parting around the dragon's hard shaft with each sharp thrust her husband unleashed upon her wet, exposed folds. Colbyras grazed on her neck like a wyvern would, balls slapping against his moaning wife's flooded gates. Vaneera screamed through her second orgasm after only the first few thrusts as each pounding motion rubbed her small, swollen clit into orgasmic bliss.

Vaneera screamed for more, and Colbyras gave her just that. She was no longer a queen to him, but his fertile, needy mate. A female that begged for the kiss of his cum deep within a womb that yearned for nothing else. Thrust after thrust, the prince sent his wife's crumpled body over the wyvern's blistering ridges until an overpowering growl froze him stiff balls-deep inside his mate. Maw open, eyes blazing with lust, Safik pulled his barbed tip inside his maw with the help of his muscular tongue, then growled, shivered, and thrust, all in that particular order. He must've enjoyed that greatly. His member practically shivered with pleasure, and the vibrations felt nothing but wonderful on the sensitive skin of the two humans. Colby resumed his thrusts as the wyvern ascended into climax. Each time Safik would throb, he'd slam himself slightly harder inside his wife, up until the end was upon them. Not a single moan announced the explosion of cum that burst from the wyvern's slightly parted jaws. It just happened suddenly, silently, like the wind passing through fields of golden wheat.

Then Safik's roar came, wild and unshackled; a sound as powerful as the next lance of cum that splattered in an arc over the wyvern's collapsing body. Safik had no strength left in him to feast on his own cum. He just rocked his hips back and forth as if he mated an invisible female, each burst of cum turning his scales whiter and wetter.

Colbyras ejaculated shortly after the wyvern collapsed. He bit onto the back of his mate's neck like any scaly male would, his passionate growl lost in the dragon's powerful roar. Beneath him, Vaneera hugged the member and thrust her cherry-red clit over the stiff ridges, bouncing up and down with ecstatic screams that followed the rhythm of the wyvern's mighty spurts.

Oh, how good it felt to pour yourself body and soul inside your mate. For a male, there was no greater pride than to know his seed was spilled with purpose. That it was wanted. Vaneera craved for it. The powerful clenches of her vaginal muscles sucked up every trickle of her husband's gooey cum while her tunnel poured out her own translucent female ejaculate in an almost continuous gush.

“That…" Vaneera groaned after she tapered off, “was the best mounting I'll ever get."

“Never say never," Colbyras kissed the sore spots left by his love bite. “Yesterday you scorned me for spending myself too fast inside you. Today, we're both embracing a wyvern's cock."

“About that," cum overflowed onto the hyacinth blanket as the wyvern shifted his messy body onto his side. “You might wish to remove yourselves from my vent."

“You could've told us that before you threw us into your pool of seed." Colbyras flicked his hand through the cum, chasing the ivory lines of concentrated semen until Safik pushed his snout against the prince's bare chest.

“Would the prince care to be carried to a cleaner nest?"

“No." husband and wife said at the same time.

“I'd care for a sip of your virility."

Vaneera slid her hand over her husband's limp cock as he spoke. She crouched down, smeared her fingers in Safik's cum, then played them inside her leaking pussy. “And I'd have a taste of you here, where it counts." Her fingers squelched as milky wyvern cum mixed with the human's pearl-white cream.

“Next time, I'll have him do the mounting." Colbyras laughed, and then the three of them, man, wyvern, and wife, started cleaning -or playing- with the results of their union in whatever ways they wished.