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The Vengeance of the Dragon King

Part I: Wyverns in the Wilds

Part I.5: An Interlude

High above the mountains of the Clouded Peaks, Lane the elven knight watched the the sun starting to set from atop the lofty perch of his wyvern mount. There was scarcely a sight the young wyvern-rider found more beautiful. Since the soul-binding between him and his mount, the wyvern Cloudstreak, Lane had taken to the skies as well as any natural born flier. The view of the stellar rays descending from the heavens and drenching all the land in warm, rosy light was a magnificent sight, was well worth the chill in the air and the ache in his lungs as they soared freely though the vast skies.

In the world in which Lane lived, wyverns were one of the three dragonkin races long subservient to their mighty dragon masters. Cloudtreak, Lane's mount, was a wyvern. His forelimbs were powerful wings, gracing him with the gift of flight. The others were the small, humanoid kobolds and the burly, quadrupedal drakes. All had dense, scaly skin and long tails, but beyond that their finer features different greatly based upon their chromatic alignment. The wyvern's blue-white coloration went along with the scalebreeds who lived in the coldest, highest places in the land, which was very much like the Kingdom of the Clouded Peaks.

Strung all along the mountain range that split the continent, the Clouded Peaks were one of the mightiest of the elven kingdoms because long ago they had usurped the authority of the dragon-kings and secured the loyalty of their servitor races. The Kingdom enjoyed the tireless labor of industrious kobolds, as well as mighty drake mounts and swift wyvern steeds. In almost all facets of daily life the powerful, long-lived and intelligent dragonkin were present, from kobold cooks and maids to the wyvern-based postal system and the drakes who plowed their fields.

Lane, though little over three hundred years of age, was proud to have already secured the honor of being knighted as a wyvern rider. Even with his soul mystically bound, the wyvern had a personality, intelligence and will equal to the elf's own. The wyvern was more a partner than a mere mount. The dragonkin was swift, certain and wise when in flight and battle, and much else besides. Cloudstreak was so much bolder than Lane, and as the elf learned to ride his mount the wyvern's boldness kindled his own.

Not that the pair battled often, outside of training. For the last few years, Lane and his mount had been assigned as escorts for Prince Neimoor Varian, third in line for the royal throne. The eldest of the five brothers, Percival Varian, had been ruling as interim regent since the death of the King and Queen in a landslide two years ago. Since then, the elder prince was hard at work securing a marriage with a proper princess. After the royal wedding, Percival would be crowned king and the Clouded Peaks would finally be able to move on from the passing of the old monarch.

The politics meant little to Lane and even less to Cloudsteak, of course. The elven knight was at his happiest in the skies with his wyvern, soaring the vast expanse as they pleased. As third in line Neimoor Varian had little in the way of responsibilities or rivals. He spent most of his time hunting, watching plays and attending various balls and galas. The prince was never threatened by anything greater than a irate prostitute, nothing to remotely threaten four experienced wyvern knights.

"What a nice evening," Lane said to Cloudstreak, who replied with a satisfactory huff. Though wyverns could hardly be called conversational, Lane had developed a great understanding of the dragonkin's expressive chirps, chuffs and body language.

Lane sighed with satisfaction himself, enjoying the pungent, heady scent of floral life in bloom that filled the sky of the summer night. There was nothing that could compare to soaring the skies with a mighty wyvern between his legs; the sensation of flying through the air never ceased to be one of sublime exhilaration.

However, all was not truly well that night. Though the evening skies were the very picture of tranquility, and though they were very close to the capital city of Prominence Peak with it's formidable garrisons, and though the Clouded Peaks had not seen real threat in many centuries, Lane felt alarmingly alert. He was getting aroused! His skin was hot and sensitive; his breathing was quick and shallow. And his manhood was starting to grow erect as his crotch rocked against the firmness of his saddle with each beat of Cloudstreak's powerful wings.

As they flew on, Lane leaned back into his saddle to try and halt the grinding arousal, but as he did another problem presented itself. The cheeks of his butt parted around the groove of his saddle, the stiff leather now rode right up into the cleft of his smooth, hairless, sweaty ass. The elf's firm cheeks clenched as he squirmed around, trying to simply will away his growing erection all the erotic stimulation aroused in him. His saddle had been really smooth all night and he swore it was an unusual shape, impossible to ride properly without rubbing his crotch and butt against it. Why was it so silky-smooth?

Lane stifled a moan as he rocked back and forth on his wyvern, trying to find a comfortable position. But the hard leather had been polished to glistening, frictionless smoothness. Now that he thought about it, he thought he saw his saddle being polished up rather generously by his kobold attendants before they had taken off that evening. He tried to think back to what he saw, but was distracted by how his butt kept sliding back into the grooved rest in the middle. Had they paid some sort of prank on him? He'd leapt on Cloudtreak's back and rode up hard when they took off; he hadn't really noticed the strangeness of the saddle until he'd settled back onto his mount's neck. The stiff leather of the saddle matched the contours of his rear end almost perfectly...

Again and again, with every one of Cloudstreak's wingbeats the smooth ridge of his well-oiled leather saddle rode up between his buttcheeks, into the tender, flawless valley between them. The elf's virgin pucker twitched in the strangest fashion as the firm leather smushed his silken underwear up against the taut orifice. Lane squeezed his butt muscles tight and attempted to ride up higher on the saddle, but was again frustrated by it's slickness. 'What on earth..!?' Lane thought, feeling as though the smoothness and slipperiness of the saddle oil had now made it's way into his underwear and across his own skin.

Cloudstreak took a sudden turn in the air and twisted his head up around, and Lane's throbbing crotch briefly pressed against the back of his wyvern's neck. "Uhhhh... sorry," he apologized to his wyvern, exactly the sort of embarrassment he'd hoped to avoid! But the wyvern offered a sympathetic rumble to say as if he understood. Cloudstreak could sense the tension in Lane and suddenly realized what the combination of the very smooth saddle and his more exuberant flying maneuvers had been doing to his elven rider. "Awwwwwrrrrk," the wyvern chirped apologetically, smoothing his flight into a steady forward motion.

Lane had been riding along the cool evening skies for about an hour now, accompanying the prince on his sunset flight, but despite the chilly winds buffeting him and his sky-blue wyvern mount his clothing was starting to swamp with sweat. What was he feeling? He was still incredibly aroused, even though he was no longer riding his strangely-altered saddle so roughly. The young knight had been enjoying the flight so much he had simply tried to ignore his growing arousal, not wanting to let down his fellow knights and his responsibilities, meager though they were. But the relentless, grinding pleasure now left him squirming like mad in his saddle.

"Ooohhhh! That is enough of this!" Lane finally said, patting his wyvern on the side of his long, scaly neck thrice. "Cloudstreak! Let's find a place to land and rest for a moment!" the elf yelled to his mount.

"Crghh... rrr..." The gray-blue wyvern rumbled in reply, starting into a low, lazy, banked dive. Cloudstreak surveyed the land below while Lane did the same, each scanning their half of the field of view as they'd been trained. Soul-bound, knight and wyvern shared an instinctive sense of what the other would do.

Cloudstreak was first to spot a good place to land, the subtle quickening of the wyvern's wingbeats all Lane needed to feel to know the fact. Lane turned his head and saw the clearing his mount had discovered; a clear, level patch of grass on a tree-lined ridge.

The elf felt a great sense of relief when they finally landed in the clearing, jumping off his wyvern's back and immediately moving to adjust his painfully-erect shaft. "Ahhh... what is wrong with me today!" Lane groaned, tugging at his chainmail coat and leather breeches. Looking down he saw the underside of his clothing was damp with saddle oil. He realized he could feel the same oil covering his cloth pants, his silk underwear and even the bare skin of his nether regions . Whatever was in the oil had not only made everything he was wearing silky smooth and nearly frictionless, but also his buttcheeks, taint and hard cock. Everywhere the oil touched his hot, sweaty skin, surges of tingly arousal followed. Lane nearly swore. What kind of prank had his kobolds played on him!?! Sweat dripped down his forehead and matted his short-cut blond hair as he shook his head, debating whether to wash himself clean in a stream or if he could wait until they got back to their stable.

"What on earth did they put on your saddle Cloudstreak?" Lane asked his wyvern, who shook his head uncertainly. The wyvern had settled onto his wings after they landed. Cloudstreak looked extremely perturbed himself. Lane had the vague sense that his wyvern had been holding something back from him during the flight, which was very unlike Cloudstreak. The wyvern panted, long tongue lolling from his muzzle as his eyes lidded listlessly. Cloudstreak gave his mighty wings a lazy shake and came to rest on the grass, splaying his limbs out wide. "Cruuuuuuuuuugh..." he croaked, adjusting his wings, tail and legs as though he couldn't find a comfortable positing to lay in.

Lane examined the look in his mount's bronze eyes studiously. Cloudstreak looked back at him uncertainly, flexing his long neck from side to side to evade Lane's eyes in a way that the elf would have found cute if he wasn't so concerned. Though indeed, the scales of the sky-blue wyvern's handsome muzzle caught the light of the setting sun very nicely. Lane admired his partner's set of sleek, swept-back horns as well as the wyvern's brilliant, bronze-ringed eyes. Cloudstreak's long tongue continued to undulate up and down from out his muzzle, sending huffs of warm, musty breath into the elf knight's face.

Heart thudding perilously in his chest, Lane drew closer to his mount. "Hey... partner... are you okay?" he asked, slowly taking Cloudstreak's muzzle into his hands.

"Cruu... cruuuu?" the wyvern quizzically replied, letting his rider hold his big, scaly muzzle still.

"Oh, don't play coy! Come on; you can tell me... you know you can tell me," Lane said. He began to stroke the sides of Cloudstreak's snout and the underside of his soft throat, the wyvern holding himself obediently still. Yet, nonetheless, the wyvern obstinately refused to explain the source of his distress.

"Crrrrgh." Cloudstreak rumbled noncommittally.

"Cloudstreak... what's wrong?" Lane said, frowning as he looked into the wyvern's eyes. Though the wyvern could hardly speak Common, he was more than able to express himself perfectly well. But even their psychic link felt strained; constricted. He drew himself closer to his companion's muzzle as he stroked down the length of Cloudstreak's long, powerful neck and scratched the thick scales that surrounded his horns.

"Kryaaa." The wyvern softly warbled, scaly eyelids flickering as he leaned into his rider's strokes.

Lane couldn't tell quite what kind of look he saw in Cloudtreak's brilliant bronze eyes, or why the wyvern's sun-warmed scales felt so good on his fingers. But he was certainly enjoying the simple pleasure of petting his scaly companion, and by the look of it the wyvern was as well. His cloud-white muzzle was taking on a pinkish blushed tint as Lane worked his fingers over the back of the dragonkin's head, where he couldn't reach on his own and he was making the the cutest noises.

"Chrk! Chrrrk... chrrk." Cloudstreak softly chirped, eyes looking almost sleepy as he leaned his head into the elf's stroking. The wyvern trembled, sighed, and then gave his rider's hand a gentle lick.

"Oh!" Lane exclaimed, his hand shooting away from Cloudstreak's muzzle as a strange and unexpected sensation stung his hand. It took him a moment to realize that he was feeling a tingly heat penetrating deep into his hand from the skin between his thumb and forefinger, where the wyvern's tongue had licked him.

Cloudstreak, who had startled when Lane pulled his hand away, gazed at his rider with a curious, yearning look, licking his scaly lips.

"That felt... weird... Ooh!" Lane muttered, rubbing his fingers where he'd been licked, shivering as the strange warmth from his mount's saliva seeped deeper into his hand. The elf squirmed where he stood as his hard cock jumped against the solid front of his leather pants.

"Crrrrr..." Cloudstreak chirred sympathetically, again fixing his rider with his eyes.

Now the psychic link between wyvern and rider was much clearer; Lane could sense Cloudstreak's arousal.

"O-oh... y-you too?" Lane blurted, his whole body flushing with embarrassed shock as the realization hit him. Cloudstreak was horny too! He'd never really thought of wyverns as sexual creatures; he'd all but forgotten that the other male had urges of his own. Glancing past the wyvern's panting muzzle, Lane could see that his companion's tail and hind legs were tucked under his body in such a way as to cover his crotch completely. An odd way to sit for a male wyvern, whose reproductive organs were almost always secreted away inside a nearly-invisible slit between the front of their legs. Lane sniffed the air as he leaned over further, beginning to wonder if the pungent scent that had been accompanying him during his flight was more than just the bloom of summer...

Cloudstreak moved his muzzle to push Lane's spying eyes away from his crotch, a gesture the rider understood but seized upon. As Cloudstreak's muzzle pressed against his cheek, Lane suddenly turned his head and kissed his wyvern.

"Mmmrr-?" Cloudstreak purred, eyes blinking wide open with surprise. Lane kissed him again, wrapping his soft fleshy lips tight around the much bigger and harder scaly lips of his mount, sucking needily upon the warm leather. As the elf continued to suck kisses against the front of his partially opened muzzle, the wyvern decisively fixed his eyes upon his rider, and began to kiss him back.

Lane felt a sizzle of tingly heat through his tongue as the wyvern's much bigger tongue met his, the strange feeling much stronger than when Cloudstreak had licked his hand. The strange tickly tingle spread into his mouth then all up through his head as Cloudstreak's long, slimy tongue slid all over his, his mouths now hungrily pressed together with the wyvern's larger maw. The elf's eyes widened as Cloudtreak's tongue pressed into his mouth, shuddering with pleasure as his tongue was forced down by the forceful kiss.

"Mmmmm.... mmmm.... mmmf-!" Lane moaned, the wyvern's maw pressing open against his face as his mount's tongue licked into his mouth again and again. He hugged the wyvern's long neck with his hands to steady himself as the passionate kiss continued. Cloudstreak's huge tongue pressed into the sides of his cheeks, licked across his tongue, filled his mouth now. Warm, slimy wyvern-saliva poured into Lane's mouth, which he struggled to swallow with his mouth so full. The elf pulled his hands away from Cloudstreak's neck and up near his head, balling his hands into fists as he rode out wave after wave of sickeningly-intense pleasure from the powerful kiss.

Finally, feeling light-headed and short of breath, Lane pulled backwards and gasped for breath, falling down onto his knees. He coughed and took in deep breaths of sweet, fresh air, still reeling from just how *good* it had felt. He was fully erect and starting to look at the sleek bulk of the sky-scaled wyvern in a way he never had before. "Wow... Cloudstreak, that was... so intense..." Lane panted, wiping wyvern saliva from his lips and chin.

The wyvern was breathing heavily as well, drippy tongue hanging out of his muzzle. Cloudstreak stepped up onto his legs and worked his head under Lane's arms, sniffing at his chest. "Hey! Hey partner, give me... give me a minute here..." Lane protested, hands fumbling over the wyvern's horned head to push it away.

"Crrrrraaaaaarrrr..." the wyvern rumbled, insistently nuzzling the elf knight's chest through the coat of metal chain that protected it... and then lower, against the crotch of his leather breeches...

"W-wait doooon't... Aaargh!" Lane yowled, twitching as his incredibly-sensitive erection was given a close inspection by Cloudstreak's snout, who huffed and sniffed at the bulge in his pants his cock made. The sensation of the wyvern's smooth-scaled muzzle pressing against his cock was so much he feared he might lose control right then and there.

Yet, he did not. Though the pleasure was agonizingly intense, Lane felt his trembling erection ache simply with the need for *more*. *More* contact with the strong, sexy male wyvern. "Ohhhhhh..." He moaned, trembling as he held his hips so Cloudstreak could nuzzle his hard cock. Lane was enjoying the feeling when he spied upon Cloudstreak's own manhood, no longer obstructed by his legs and tail.

The wyvern's maleness was something that Lane had only seen on a scant few occasions during their time together, though never in a fully-erect state like now. Lane had long heard rumors of the sorts of 'activity' knights of the Clouded Peaks had with their mounts and had long been part of the majority that frowned upon such unseemly conduct. While wyverns and drakes were certainly as intelligent as their riders, their status as permanent servant-beasts of the noble classes was non-negotiable. To copulate with one was far, far beneath the station of a knight...

Yet, Lane stared at Cloudstreak's swollen, pulsing, glistening ochre cock, he sucked in breath through his teeth and stared, fascinated. His mount's maleness was thicker thanLane's thigh where it passed the male's gaping slit, tapering to a width roughly the same as his fist in a fat, rounded arrowhead tip. The wyvern-cock was a foot and a half in size, which matched the wyvern's sleek, sinuous frame quite nicely but simply dwarfed any other phallus Lane had ever before seen.

Lane felt sweat pour down his forehead and trickle ticklishly down his long ears as he felt the Cloudstreak's desire for him surge through their soul-link, no longer blocked off by his companion's reticence. The physical manifestation of that desire was gently pulsing in clear view, pulsing deliciously with sexual arousal. "Chhhhrgh... chhhhhrgh, chiir, chhhhrrrraak?" the wyvern proudly chirped as he caught sight of Lane's captured gaze, standing up on his hindlegs and proudly displaying his erect draconic cock.

"Oh, wow..." was all Lane could say.

"Chhrhr," wyvern replied, nodding his muzzle and grinning proudly at his rider and advancing.

Lane remained staring at Cloudstreak's erection as the wyvern stepped closer, scythe-toed feet planting themselves right in front of him. He was nonetheless surprised when the heat of his mount's dick, the fiercely rich musk of it hung right before his face. He could feel the heat radiating off it, smell it's pungent, masculine aroma. Lane was transfixed by the bestial cock pulsing before his eyes, staring at every detail of the flared spear tip and the fat droplets of gossamer pre-cum that beaded at the slit.

"Chhrrhrhr..?" Cloudstreak said, hanging his muzzle over Lane's head. He started to push his erect wyvernhood towards Lane's face...

The young elf's mouth hung open; he knew what the wyvern was asking of him. "Oh, Cloudstreak!" he quietly gasped, glancing up at his mount's eyes with a look of worry. Lane licked his dry lips and stared again at the heavy, hanging length of wyvern-cock slung before him, right at the same height as his his eyes now. His nose flared as he breathed in Cloudstreak's potent musk, so strong and masculine and fresh! The elf chewed at the insides of his lips as more and more heady draconic musk wafted over him, nearly learning forward now just to smell the rich, intoxicating aroma straight from the source. He caught himself and winced; what was he doing!?!

Breathing heavily, Lane looked up and around at the clearing and his wyvern, doing all he could to push his eyes away from the throbbing spire mere inches from his face. "Cloudstreak, I-" he began, swallowing and trembling as he adjusted his hardness inside his breeches. "-I mean, we can't. We just..." he murmured. Oh, how he wanted to! But he simply couldn't. Couldn't do with Cloudstreak, his partner, what fair elven maidens occasionally did for him. As faithful a companion as he was, as majestic as his sleek, sky-soaring body was, to put the Wyvern's bestial *cock* into his *mouth* was simply something the knight was not prepared to consider!

The wyvern bend his head and nuzzled the top of his rider's short-haired head. "Chhhhrrrrrrrr..." he purred, the warm wash of his breath tickling Lane's ears. Cloudstreak lapped out his long tongue, licking the back of Lane's neck and around his long, slender, sensitive ears.

"Ahhhhh..." Lane sighed. His head twitched as his mount's hot tongue tickled his sensitive ears, laughing and falling back onto the grass below.

The wyvern licked Lane across his face one last time, and then began walking over his rider. But his erect length, bobbing along as he walked, swung just low enough to slap across the face of the laughing elf.

"Ha-mpf! Oh!" Lane squealed, reeling as the front half of the heavy cock bounced off his face with a wet slap. The virile heat emanating from Cloudstreak's dick, the delectable musk wafting from it, the faint but tantalizing *taste* of it on his lips-! Lane blinked and panted as the heady length pulled away from him, almost paralyzed with bliss from the brief contact with the object of his sudden fascination. The wyvern, still walking over him, dragged his lengthy tail along Lane's body from his crotch to his face as he passed...

"Oh, Cloudstreak..." Lane whispered, stroking the tip of his mount's long tail as it slithered over him, staring backwards past the wyvern's powerful digitigrade legs to the penis bobbing between them. Cloudstreak turned his flexible head to face behind him, catching Lane's staring eyes, and gave him a huffing laugh. What was this? His wyvern was teasing him!? Clearly the wyvern had *intended* to slap the elf in the face with ihs cock!

Lane again caught himself. What were they doing, fooling around as they were!? Lane rolled onto his belly then pushed himself up to his hands and knees, still breathing heavily as he tried to make sense of the fierce urges roiling around in his guts like a pack of snakes. The wyvern pre smeared on his nose was filling him with his mount's aromatic, reptilian musk; somehow he couldn't bear to wipe it away. The smell was potent, savory and masculine, but as clean and cool as frosty mountain air. What did it taste like..? Oh, would a small taste be so terrible..?

Lane was contemplating the question when he sensed Cloudstreak approach, letting the wyvern sweep him into a deep wing-hug from above. The wyvern's huge, warm, scaly body felt really good on top of his. Lane smiled blissfully as he felt the smooth leathery webbing of Cloudstreak's wings gently hugged against his sides, and the feeling of the dragonkin's long neck and muzzle nuzzling his head.

Still hugging the elf, the wyvern snaked his long neck up and around to face Lane, nuzzling and licking his rider's face.

"Ahhhh..." Lane sighed, staring into his mount's big, bronze-ringed eyes. The wyvern's gazed at him with a look of unabashed love, oozing with desire. He could not deny similar feelings and desires in his own heart; could not deny the emotions gushing between their psychic link. He'd spent more time with the wyvern than any other person, that much was sure. He was a steadfast companion, a powerful and experienced warrior, and absolutely breathtaking... in a certain, draconic way.

Elf and wyvern continued staring deep into each other's eyes as their heads moved closer in mirrored movements, Lane's small soft lips meeting Cloudstreak's tough scaly muzzle-tip in perfect harmony. Slick scales and tender skin smacked moistly together, their kiss deepening and becoming more intimate as the wyvern again pushed his long, slimy, musky tongue into the elf's smaller mouth.

When they broke the kiss, Lane again had to catch his breath. The thick taste of the wyvern's saliva coated his mouth in it's sliminess, and he was still being hugged firmly from behind by the dragonkin's strong wings. As he caught his breath, Cloudstreak licked wet trails all across the face, and then began sniff around the crook of his rider's neck. Cloudstreak's eyes lidded as he huffed up the delicious aroma of the elf's sweaty body, flexible head snaking up to sniff at the the base of Lane's neck and into his short-cut hair. He wanted to smell the parts of the elf still covered in clothing the most...

"Heh, I smell good, do I?" Lane asked his wyvern, feeling a bit of pride in the fact. "You smell really good, too..."

Cloudstreak gave no reply, his sniffing and huffing getting quicker as his muzzle dragged down Lane's back. The wyvern re-positioned his body backwards, wings still holding Lane's sides but the bulk of his body now behind the elf. The repositioning let the wyvern snake his head lower, pushing the elf back onto the ground until he was prone. Lane was somewhat enjoying the gentle nuzzling, which continued past his lower back to the seat of his pants.

"Ohhhhhhhh.." Lane moaned, gulping for breath as he felt the wyvern's muzzle pressed against his tingly butt. Having his rear nuzzled felt really, *really* good.

"KRRrrrrrr..." Cloudstreak chirped, in a tone unlike any Lane had heard from the wyvern before. The wyvern again nuzzled his butt, more forcefully.

"Ohhh!" Lane moaned again as his ass was prodded. The skin where the saddle oil had seeped in was all incredibly sensitive. Warm breath from his mount's muzzle blew against his back and up his shirt, and then he felt a sudden, violent tugging as the wyvern bit into his leather riding breeches with his long, sharp teeth. Lane could feel the protrusions in the leather armor as the wyvern yanked his head backwards repeatedly, gradually tugging the riding breeches free from the elf's rear.

The stiff leather of his riding breeches were now pulled down around his legs. The elf looked backwards. His silken undergarments, light-green silk stained with sweat and the oily saddle polish, were all that covered his butt...

Cloudstreak licked his muzzle and glanced at his rider's eyes as he considered how to remove the snug silken garment. After a moment's consideration, he swung his muzzle up to the small of Lane's back and very gently bit down on the band at the back of the briefs, pushing the slender tip of his muzzle down the crack of the elf's ass as his teeth pulled the silk briefs down...

"What... what is this feeling?" Lane moaned, squirming as warm breath blew across his his bear backside. His rear, which had been so sensitive all night, tickled powerfully as the scales of Cloudstreak's snout brushed against it.

Lane hissed as he felt his mount's teeth graze his tender buttcheeks, squirming under the wyvern's wings as the wyvern huffes all over his bare elven ass. Cloudstreak still has the back of Lane's silky riding briefs in his teeth, and begins to forcefully tug them lower. The snug briefs get caught around the elf's thighs and frustrate his attempts to pull them lower. The wyvern growls and tugs harder, eventually pulling most of Lane's lower body off the grass with each attempt. The silken briefs were starting to tear from the violent wrenching..!

"Cloudstreak! Hey!" Lane protested. He'd never seen such feral behavior from the wyvern before! "I could just take them off, you know!"

Cloudstreak growled in response and ignored him, continuing to violently wrench the elf's silken briefs backwards. Finally they ripped, unfurling into Cloudstreak's muzzle and whipping his neck backwards while Lane's now-partially naked body crashed back into the grass.

Cloudstreak nuzzled his butt again, only this time he could feel the wyvern's smooth scales on his bare cheeks. "Oh!" Lane moaned, surprised again by just how sensitive his toned rear end felt. The muscular, fatty flesh of his twin cheeks tickled constantly, and resonated with weird, erotic tingles wherever they was nuzzled by Cloudstreak.

Sweat poured down the elf's forehead despite the cool breeze blowing then, a breeze he could now feel on his ass whenever Cloudstreak's warm snout wasn't against it. His taut, tan-skinned, hairless elf-butt shivered in the evening air as Lane tried to make sense of the bizarre, erotic tickle coming from deep inside his body...

Cloudstreak sniffed at the ripped undergarments held in his maw as he nuzzled Lane's butt, enjoying all the sweaty musk the soft silk had absorbed while he'd been flying with his partner. After a few moments enjoying his rider's healthy, natural aroma, the wyvern dropped them to the side and swung his muzzle back into Lane's butt, huffing his snout across the elf's buttcheeks...

"C-CLOUDSTREAK!!!" Lane yelled, fingers pressing hard into the grass as Cloudstreak's scaly snout suddenly pressed between his bare cheeks. His sensitive, quivering, virgin anus squeezed in surprise against the snout probing it, sending hot tingles of unknown pleasure deep into the elven knight's body. The wyvern's snout pushed right against his tensed hole and huffed deep against the puckered, tender flesh.

"Chhhhrrrr.... CHRRRRRK!" the wyvern chirred excitedly. The wyvern gave a deep, satisfied sigh, then began to lick across the left cheek of Lane's ass...

Lane's eyes widened as he gasped silently as he felt his mount's snout sniffing at his anus and pressing against the very sensitive flesh that was his butthole. The mere tickle of snout-scales against Lane's sensitive rear orifice made his knees weaken with pleasure. He twitched against the strong wings pinning down his arms, a small part of him suddenly panicked. There was little an elf such as he could ever do against the physical might of a war-wyvern, though Cloudstreak was certain to listen to any command he might give. *Might* give...

"Cloudstreak, what are you doing?" Lane said, wondering why Cloudstreak was so interested in his butt and why the attention there felt so good. He was almost weak with pleasure when a sudden hot, wet lick against his hole snapped the thought from him. "CLOUDSTREAK!" he shouted. A bolt of tingly pleasure shot into his innards, while his shuddering cheeks clenched around the wyvern's probing muzzle.

"Hhhhng!" Lane moaned and twitched against the soft grass as a second lick and then a third painted warm trails of wyvern-saliva inside the cleft of his ass and against his twitching pucker. Each lick sent a surge of ticklish *need* into his rear, the bizarre desire both stoked and sated by his partner's licks. The firm muscles of his ass felt hot and gummy as more licks followed, Cloudstreak's muzzle pushing firmer into his ass almost like he was trying to push into in...

"Chgrrglrglrglrlgl~" the wyvern gurgled, flicking his tongue against the entrance of the elf's twitching pucker rapidly now. Cloudstreak put more of his weight onto his rider ass with his muzzle and slowly began to force his slimy tongue past the elf's tight hole, pushing a little more of his long tongue past Lane's clenching pucker with each twitch it made.

"AH-hhhhahaaaaa!" Lane moaned, senseless with pleasure. The elf tensed against the ground as his virgin anus slowly parted around Cloudstreak's tongue, gasping silently as the slimy invader wiggled deeper and deeper into him. And he'd thought that his butthole was sensitive! The inside of his ass was so tender against the tongue slurping into it Lane felt like he was going to cream his briefs right then. His ass twitched madly with orgasmic pleasure as Cloudstreak's long, powerful tongue penetrated deeper and deeper into it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhng!" Lane mewled, chest rising up as he reflexively pushed backwards against the dragon-kin. What in the heavens was Cloudstreak doing!?! The wyvern's *tongue* was *inside* his *ass*! Too much! It was too much! "Cloudstreak!!! Please, STOP!!!" Lane shouted.

The wyvern obliged, pulling his tongue out from his rider's rear with a wet pop. He hugged Lane as the elf panted for breath, nuzzling him along the cheek.

"Ohhhhhh, thank you, thank you..." Lane said, hungering for breath. He motioned for his mount to move with his hand and the wyvern again complied, rising up and taking his wing's off Lane's arms.

Lane rose to his hands and knees and and sat in his pulled-down pants, shivering as he tried to catch his breath. His whole body felt hot and weak from... from what Cloudstreak had done with him. The elf turned and looked up at his wyvern, who was preening the scaly webbing of his wings. Cloudstreak caught Lane's eyes, and began to lick the inside of his wing slower and harder, wiggling his tongue as he stared at his rider.

Lane turned away and ran his hands through his hair, wiping away some of the sweat and saliva sullying it. "I see someone is enjoying himself!" he snapped back at his mount.

"Crraaaghr." Cloudstreak replied, nodding his head in broad, exaggerated bobs. His tongue lolled from his muzzle as he panted slightly, before flicking it out at Lane, licking his lips, and then grinning.

"You- you- you *like*-" Lane froze, scanning around the tree-covered, remote mountaintop clearing. "Licking my ass!?" he finished, in a hushed voice. His rear was still tingling like mad from the tonguing he'd just received, and a small part of him was starting to want more...

The wyvern blinked and shook his muzzle as though the question was absurd, but the earnest puzzlement on his elven companion's face changed his mind. "Kyaa!" Cloudstreak chirped, flicking his tongue towards Lane before resuming his slow panting. Through their psychic link, Lane could feel all kinds of slobbery, lurid, obscene emotions relating to his firm, scale-less backside from the war-wyvern. 'Oh yes, the taste; the musky, salty elf-butt taste. And how *cute* that tail-less, scale-less hindquarters you have, with those firm but jiggly cheeks! I could just... eat it up!'

The thoughts- so solid and coherent and clearly in the wyvern's voice, startled Lane as much as their content. How had the wyvern spoken in his mind..? The elf, rather taken aback by the earnestness and directness with which Cloudstreak expressed himself, blushed. But he also couldn't deny the shiver of arousal he felt after hearing how much his wyvern desired him. His ass twitched, insides tickling. Oh, what on earth had come over them!? He'd never really considered Cloudstreak in a sexual manner before this day, but the sight of the dragon-kin standing tall and proud, his immense erection lit by the setting sun! Lane's heart fluttered, and his butt tickled.

Through the soul bond both shared, dragon-kin and elf could feel the same desire forming. Wyvern and rider exchanged a long glance, and in that moment, though neither said anything explicit, it was decided.

Cloudstreak circled around and sidled up to his rider again, the heavy, hot, wet, bulbous tip of his dick sliding smoothly between the back of Lane's thighs and between his legs. Rider and mount shared another quick kiss, the ready heat of the wyvern's cock driving the elf up from his knees. He gripped the firm flesh with his right hand and felt the thickness between his fingers, a sickeningly-strong sirocco of arousal flowing over his body from the heat of the hard, precum-coated wyverncock.

Lane moaned as the fat, blunt speartip of the virile breeding tool pressed into his hairless elven sack from behind. "Ahhhhhh! O-ohh, bloody hells..." Lane moaned, staring down at Cloudstreak's dick as the tapered length slid between his legs, rubbing wetly between the his taint and thighs...

Straddling his wyvern's massive cock, Lane let out a long breath as the weighty dick throbbed and tensed between his thighs. He looked down and bit his lips, hungrily watching as the thick, solid rod of wyvern-cock jammed between his legs pulsed with randy potency. Lane couldn't help but compare it favorably to the smaller, slender length of his elfhood. Just the *smell* wafting off Cloudstreak's cock was intoxicating, as potent and fragrant as perfume. Feeling the dick between his legs was not enough, not nearly enough... his ass itched, tingled, tickled, and shivered as he slid his butt over the top of Cloudstreak's hot, pulsing pride, feeling just how it tapered from thick to thin to spaded head with naught but his slick, sweaty, sensitive cheeks. And oh, how the pert *hole* in the middle of his flexing cheeks tingled as he rubbed it against his mount's meat!

Madness, Lane thought to himself! A minute ago he wasn't even prepared to lick his companion's cock! And yet, the strangest and most powerful compulsion drove the lust-crazed elf onward, sliding his rear back and forth in sync with his mount's slow, careful, teasing thrusts. Was he really going to do this..?

The young elven knight bit his lower lip and moaned as he rode back and forth over his mount's massive, bestial cock. Was he really about to take a wyvern's maleness up his ass? Tapered though it was, could it even fit past his comparatively-tiny pucker? He looked back questioningly at Cloudstreak, one the dragon-kin mantled over him met with a hungry grin. Lane simmered with arousal; how his hole quivered with the need to be filled!

'Come on now.' Cloudstreak tucked his muzzle and fixed his eyes on Lane. 'You ride me all the time; it's *my* turn...'

Lane shivered. This was the second time he'd either just imagined it or had *heard* Cloudstreak in his mind. Not fuzzy feelings or sensations or inclinations like normal, but solidified thought more like spoken words...

Still wondering about the unusual sensation, Lane felt another: Cloudstreak rearing backwards to rub the spear-head of his cock against Lane's twitching pucker. The simple contact was electric; tickles surged deep, deep into his butt from where the firm, pulsing flesh teased him. His hole twitched, the very tip of the wyvern's cock pressing in as it did...

"Cloudstreak!" Lane cried, his words spoken in a seething hiss of need. The wyvern's long tongue licked across his lips as he felt the weight of the wyvern's immense cock press against his backdoor. "Ohhhhhh!" he gasped, Cloudstreak teasing his sensitive entrance with the shapely tip of his wyverncock. As he gasped, the wyvern's tongue slid into his mouth...

They kissed passionately. As they did, Lane felt the wyvern's slow, teasing prodding at his pucker grow more insistent. He tensed, ass clenching as his pucker began to part around the tapered tip of Cloudstreak's cock. Slowly, the fat arrowhead of the wyverns's engorged cock spread more and more of his resistant ring wider and wider..!

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Lane yelled, almost as much in surprise as pleasure. He'd never before been with another male, let alone bull wyvern. Feeling Cloudstreak's throbbing spire start to push past his tightly-clenched pucker was the sort of stimulation the young elf had never even imagined. His ass clenched mightily around the fat cock-tip penetrating him, and yet it kept driving forward! Finally, muffled, wet splorch echoed through the clearing as the wyvern thrust forward, driving his cock deep into the elf's butt.

"Kyyaaaaaaaahhh..!" Cloudstreak chirred, deep satisfaction in his sultry cry. His head and tail shuddered as Lane's tight elven ass squeezed around his wyvern-hood, tears of joy welling in his eyes. The heat and tightness of the smooth, scaleless ass was perfection. He licked his rider's face as he buried more of his cock into the elf's toned ass, working the tapered length in quickly and easily at first.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" The smaller elf moaned continuously as his butt was stuffed full, slowly falling onto all fours as he was mounted by the much larger wyvern. His muscular buttcheeks, firmed from constant riding, tensed as hard as they could around the alien feeling of firm, smooth, thick anal penetration... and yet more and more Cloudstreak's length kept feeding into his stretched, twitching hole. The wyvern's maleness was *SO* *VERY* *BIG* compared to his backside; how could such a massive invader possibly be inside him, and by the gods why did it feel *SO GOOD*!

Hugging his wings around Lane's sides, Cloudstreak flicked up his tail and drove his cock further into the elf's prone body. The wyvern's licks slowed as the incredible feeling of stuffing his rider's ass became all he could focus on. Soon his muzzle simply hung, panting, next to Lane's head as he worked his cock into the elf's rear end.

Lane dug his fingers into the strong scaly edges of his wyvern's wings as his stretching hole clenched tightly around Cloudstreak's cock. Sweat poured down his forehead and he felt the thickness of the tapered cock stretching his hole wider, and feeling more and more of Cloudstreak's hot, throbbing wyvern-cock pulsing hot *inside* him. And there was *so* much of it! The elf spasmed with raw pleasure as his ass squeezed around the wyvern's penetrating dick tight as a glove. Even after it completely filled his ass, it felt as though the wyvern's cock kept pushing further. His own cock throbbed and leaked precum steadily, twitching as the last of the wyvern's 18-inch cock finally settled inside him and he could feel the scales of Cloudstreak's pelvis with his buttcheeks.

"Kyaaa... kryaa..." Cloudstreak moaned, cock settling deep inside Lane's hot, tight rear passage. The wyvern blinked hazily through his overjoyed lust, hugging the elf under him tight with his wings as he relished the sensational squeezing tightness of his rider's small elven ass. The wyvern's huge dick throbbed hot wet spurts of slimy pre-cum into Lane's rear in slow but steady pulses as the dragon-kin cautiously adjusted himself into a more comfortable position, even those small movements enough to make the elf he was buried in squeal.

Less the half of the beast's 18-inches of cock was inside him, and it felt as though no more would fit. Lane's mind was slowly catching up to the fact he was having sex with his wyvern, and as the passive partner no less. The sheer, craven outlandishness of the notion, the great taboo they had broken! Yet the ecstasy of being *taken* by the wyvern, the incandescent pleasure of having his ass *stuffed* with that searing spire of flesh! The knight gasped and sobbed with muffled, joyous sighs as he slowly started to adjust to the strange sensation of having the big, hot, slick tool lodged inside his ass.

Cloudstreak licked his face again. "Kyrrrrrrrrgh..." the wyvern purred to Lane, undiluted emotion pouring through their psychic link. Simple, direct and passionate desire for his mate, unencumbered by the social conventions that so worried the knight, untroubled by the vast gulf between their species. Cloudstreak wanted to *fuck* him, and so help him Lane *wanted* to be fucked..!

The two began to move as one, wyvern tenderly thrusting into his much smaller elven lover. Cloudstreak's smoothly tapered cock withdrew quickly and smoothly in a motion that felt almost as good as it did going in, but his progress back into the elf's tight tunnel was much slower. This time, it only sank part of the way into the elf's butt before Lane's clenching, throbbing innards halted it's progression. Strangely enough, the sensation of being stretched out from the inside by wyvern-cock was one of sheer, blistering pleasure.

"So... bloody... big..!" Lane moaned, waves of the most incredible pleasure coursed through his butt as his rear passage was again penetrated by the other male's thick-headed cock. Cloudstreak's dick felt like it could barely fit inside him, only the wyvern's slippery precum making the feat possible. The no-longer virgin knight felt terribly vulnerable and dirty as he slowly came to grips with the fact he was actually taking a *wyvern cock* into his ass. No matter how much the well-trained muscles of his rear spasmed around the slick tapered length, Cloudstreak's dick plowed his ass wide and deep. He was entirely at the dragonkin's mercy, and how his elfhood twitched and throbbed as Cloudstreak took him! The grass below it was getting very warm and slippery from just how much pre-cum he was producing.

Cloudstreak licked the elf across his face again, thrusting harder and faster. Then, at once, Lane heard the wyvern's coarse, chirping voice twinned. 'Soooo tight..!' "KyaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAA"

The wyvern fucked him harder and faster, driving more and more inches of his dick past Lane's tight hole and into his ass proper with each rutting thrust. Soon nearly half of the wyvern's 18-inch cock was pistoning in and out of Lane's elven butt. There the wyvern's cock seemed to hit a wall, unable to press any further into the much smaller elf. Instead, Lane felt the wyvern's blunt cocktip pressing firmly against his prostate. The elf didn't even know what a prostate was; he was only aware of the flashes of incredible pleasure that boiled up from the place deep in his ass as it was hammered by a very big, very hot, very messy wyvern-cock.

Lane gasped soundlessly as the wyvern's thrusting came to an abrupt crescendo, feeling the cock inside him tense ominously as Cloudstreak's thrusts grew shaky. Before the beast could even hilt himself proper, his dick began erupting inside the quivering depths of his elven rider, pumping heavy salvos of wyvern semen into his tensed rear. Lane dug his hands into the warm grass he was pinned against as he felt the hot, forceful ejaculation pump into his rear in thick, wet, sticky spurts. A liquid wall of hot wyvern cum blasted against his prostate, potent, gooey heat filling Lane's butt with intense throbs of pleasure..!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Lane moaned, his scream loud enough to frighten a salvo of small birds from the surrounding trees. His ass, his ass was being pumped absolutely chock-full of wyvern-cum as Cloudstream came into him! Weird, orgasmic, throbbing spasms of pleasure pulsed through his butt with each juicy thrust from the wyvern atop him. The much heavier dragonkin used his weight as leverage to push his last few cock-thrusts deeper and deeper, until the thick liquid heat of the spooge felt like it was rocketing impossibly far into the elf's body.

Grinding his cock into the messy grass under him, Lane began to realize that he had been cumming for some time! The intensity and strangeness of the pleasure coming from his deflowered ass had been so overwhelming he hadn't even noticed at first, but now he realized that his still-cumming dick was completely covered in a hot mess of grass and his own ejaculate. The elf kept working his squirting cock into the grass, erection digging a shallow furrow as he rode out the powerful anal orgasm.

Cloudstreak slowed his thrusts as his volcanic climax ebbed, shakily nuzzling Lane's face as he finished planting his hot, gooey seed deep inside his rider's ass. The wyvern made a low, cooing "Kyraa...", and licked Lane's neck. When the elf shivered but remained motionless, the wyvern slid back his hips and then pushed deep firmly into Lane's spooge-stuffed ass.

Swallowing with a dry mouth, Lane gave a final, low moan and let his fingers fall from Cloudstreak's wings, his over-sensitive butt throbbing mightily from the teasing thrust. He'd never felt so sullied in his life! Soaked in sweat and covered in grass, his uniform a wreck, and... and his... his ass was soaked in liquid heat..! Wyvern-cum!

The young elf squeezed his rear muscles, feeling the *strangest* squish as the liquid load inside his insides moved around, then moaned as, inadvertently, he squeezed the huge cock filling his ass. He wasn't really sure how much of Cloudstreak's... stuff... was inside him, but it sure *felt* like a lot. A *lot*. "We... we should not have done this. Not here, not now..." Lane whispered.

'Oh, but we did. And it was sooooo gooooood...' Cloudstreak's thoughts came to Lane again, as did another firm, warm nuzzle. The war-wyvern licked the inside of the elf's almond ear, making Lane cry out quietly and spasm.

"C-Cloudstreak! Ahh!" Lane exclaimed, pushing himself up onto his elbows. With Cloudstreak atop him he could manage no further. "Stop! We... we have to get cleaned up, and right quick. If the others see us..."

'They won't see us. You know they won't see us. They *might*, however, *hear* you, if you scream like that when I mate with you, Lane.' Cloudstreak's thoughts were coming through to his rider with crystal clarity, the hazy emotional suggestions of ideas they usually shared a mere undercurrent.

"Cloudstreak... I... I can hear you, know know?" Lane said, blushing mightily. He was confused; he'd heard that such a thing was indeed possible between paired riders, but very rarely did such an ability manifest itself and usually after being soul-bound for several centuries.

'Apparently.' the wyvern 'said', the wyvern's muzzle remaining motionless, then curling into a grin.

"We should still make ourselves proper. Find a stream to wash in, for starters," Lane said, pushing up against his mount's weight.

'No!' "Krya!" Cloudstreak's muzzle pressed against Lane's hair, taking a long, deep sniff of his short, sweat-matted blond hair. 'Lane... please. Deny not my feelings, sweet little elf, nor yours. My partner. You have been the most gentle and understanding of my riders. That you would also offer me yourself... I'd never dreamed!' "Kyraaa!"

The wyvern licked Lane across his cheek, this time drawing over his gaze. "I don't know what came over me..." he mumbled, staring curiously into the wyvern's smiling muzzle as they 'spoke'. He was still acutely aware of the firm, gently pulsing wyvern-cock buried inside his backside. "All flight I'd been feeling strange. Randy. You too, I know. Why?"

'Because we are both strong, handsome males who have our bodies pressed tight together all the time..?' Cloudstreak said, slowly pressing his hardness deeper into Lane's slick hole as he kissed his rider's lips.

"Well.. that and I think the kobolds played a little prank on us with whatever they oiled up your saddle with." Lane bashfully glanced around the clearing as he returned Cloudstreak's kiss, while the wyvern's steady expression was one of vindicated pride. The wyvern again plunged the slippery length of his tongue into the elf's mouth, deepening their kiss. 'Mmmm... now I've got both his cock and his tongue in me...' Lane bashfully thought to himself.

'You certainly do...' the wyvern said, his bronze eyes widening slightly with surprise as Lane's thoughts went to him through their mental link. The psychic link between them seemed to be widening somehow, the wyvern noticed. He knew little enough of such magic, aside that it was part of what bound him as a steed to the elf. The wyvern could, however, feel a renewed rush of gushing emotions between him and Lane, his rider's lewd thoughts stoking his own desires.

Experimentally, Lane squeezed his rear cheeks together again. He could feel his tender insides clench around Cloudstreak's meaty dick with the squish of wyvern-cum being shifted around in his butt. "Mmmm..." the elf moaned, feeling urgent tingles of pleasure roil his sex as he felt his ass squeeze around the hot, hard length filling his rear. How, *why* did it feel *so* good? Lane wondered if the damsels he had courted in the past had felt then like he did now. No wonder they cried out as they did! To have sexual pleasure driven into the very core of your being by your lover's thrusting, to have their essence gushing inside you..!

'Are... are we really doing this... again?' Lane thought, feeling his pulse quicken as the erotic notion reified. Trickles of sweat and seed tickled his skin as the mix of them trickled down the valley formed by his flexing ass, dripping off his ballsack. He moaned around the slobbery wyvern tongue in his mouth, teasingly squeezing his cheeks around Cloudstreak's meaty cock again. Yes; he wanted more! He could not deny it...

'Once more? Mmmm...' Cloudstreak said, breaking his kiss with Lane and starting to quicken the pace of his thrusts. From slow and shallow, desultory and teasing they became firm and purposeful, driven and deep. Underneath his scaly lover, the elven knight moaned as the squishing slapping sound of Cloudstreak's wyvern-cock sliding into his gooey hole filled the clearing.

Their renewed mating was less frantic than before, elf and wyvern more focused on one another. Though their soul-link, each could feel weak echoes of the other's pleasure, such that it was a simple matter for Cloudstreak to mate his much smaller lover with near perfection. Lane moaned unrelentingly as his insides clenched tighter and hotter around the wyvern-dick plowing through his ass, all the cum packed into it making the movements so much smoother and wetter now, not to mention very noisy.

The wyvern could sense that despite the increasing pleasure of their coupling, his elven rider was getting really uncomfortable after being underneath the much heavier war-wyvern bulk for so long. Lane's feet had almost completely fallen asleep, and felt numb and tingly all over.

Cloudstreak's wings curled around his elven rider's arms and his tail shot backwards, while his powerful taloned feet grasped Lane by the ankles. "Aaah!" Lane cried out as the solid length of the wyvern-cock inside his ass shifted pleasurably up into him. Growling, the wyvern firm rocked himself and his partner backwards until they were sitting up. "AaAAaaah!" the elf moaned louder, the huge cock buried inside his butt sinking even deeper into him as gravity slid his body downward. Cloudstreak wiggled his taloned feet out from under him, grasping the elf's legs with his flexible toes and spreading the elf's legs apart as he fucked him from below and behind.

"Kyrrrrrr..." the wyvern purred, eyes closing with delight as the squeezing tightness of his rider's tender butt engulfed more and more of his tapered dick. Now that Lane was sitting on his cock, when he thrust up into the elf he fell right back down onto his wyvernhood. The lower half of his dick was the largest and thickest part of the tapered draconic penis, and now it spread Lane's hole wide with each thrust as it slowly entered his butt. Flexing the powerful muscles of his haunches and using his wings and tail for leverage, Cloudstreak bucked himself up into the elf resting above his scaly lap faster and faster, soon reaching a crescendo of wet, sloppy thrusts. The elf's hole clenched so tight around him that even then little of the sticky seed planted inside it leaked out.

The knight made a piteous moan as he was forcefully fucked from below by his mount, getting a good look at his cum and grass stained lower body. He kept one hand around Cloudstreak's wing and began frenetically jerking on his cock as he was fucked, felling his ass was slide lower and lower on the widening pillar of draco-dick his male mount possessed. His own shaft was hot and hard as forged steel within his fingers, throbbing rapidly as he stroked the slick, smooth length. But the masturbation brought him little stimulation compared to Cloudstreak's upward thrusts...

"Oh! Oh... O-oh! Oh! C-Cloud-s-streak-!" Lane moaned as he was rapidly jostled up and down by his wyvern's powerful thrusts. The hard slippery spire *impaled* him through his asshole, his pucker now stretching obscenely wide as it spread around the thickening base. The elf swore he could feel the solidness of it all the way into his guts as passionate thrusting drove the dick deeper into his rear, buttcheeks bouncing against Cloudstreak's scaly groin.

"Kryaaa!" Cloudstreak cried, shuddering with ecstasy from the tightness of the elven ass enveloping his cock. Deeper and deeper his thrusts drove upward, each time somehow pushing more and more of his throbbing hardness into the elf's slick butt. His wings and tail flattened the grass as he shoved the solid spire of his cock deep enough into Lane the outline of it could be seen bulging through the lower part of his naked, sweaty belly.

"Oh! Ah! Oooohhh..." Lane groaned, sprawling backwards and wincing with pleasure as he finally felt his ass come to rest on the warm, firm scales of Cloudstreak's crotch. The whole of his mount's tapered length throbbed through his obscenely-stretched hole all the way to the middle of his chest, as if his rear tunnel ran most of the way through his body. "Gnghng... gah!" he gasped, his elfhood *and* his lower body clenching and throbbing together.

If being *fucked* so *hard* and *deep* didn't feel so very, incredibly good, Lane might have wondered what was going on. But it did. So he didn't.

'Kyaaa... I'm close...' Cloudstreak moaned, slowing his thrusts. He smiled, panted and teasingly licked his tongue towards Lane's face when the confused elf turned around with an interrogative frown. 'Ride me.' Cloudstreak commanded, his smile widening to a grin.

Nodding ferociously, Lane leaned back against his mount's scaly chest and tried to find purchase with his legs. But with the way he was cradled in Cloudstreak's lap- legs spread wide apart but held together by his pulled-down pants, dangling over the forest floor- gave him nothing to push against. Instead he swept his arms back around the wyvern's strong, slender neck and pulled himself upward, sliding the thickest few inches of Cloudstreak's maleness from his ass.

As awkward as the position was, Lane could manage only that far. Enough that the wyvern-cock left his stomach. He held himself there for several tense seconds, then pushed his ass down onto his mount's thick, throbbing pole...

"Awaaaaaaahhh!" Lane moaned as he felt Cloudstreak's cock again bury itself fully inside him, innards clenching tight around the long, hard, thick breeding tool. His untouched elfhood gave a mighty twitch as pleasure sizzled up through his thoroughly-stuffed butt, the thick, throbbing spire so big and hard and *deep* that it was holding his lithe elven frame up just by itself. The knight was taken aback by the sight of it bulging through the taut, sweat-slickened skin of his belly. How could it be *so* deep!? But, lost in the throes of lust, Lane simply repeated the motion, faster and faster.

Cloudstreak shimmed backwards on the ground, getting Lane's feet close enough to the ground he could push himself up further off his cock as he rode. Sweat poured down Lane's half-naked body as he *fucked* himself on Cloudstreak's draconic cock, moaning and panting and wildly jerking his throbbing elven penis, which felt somehow bigger and harder than it had ever been before. His buttcheeks made lewd slaps as he rocked up and down against his partner's scaly crotch, while ominous, muffled squirts accompanied the fresh gushes of Cloudstreak's pre-cum into his tight, slick tunnel. How perfectly his mount's cock speared into him! How the throbbing heat of it pounded raw, sexual joy into the very core of his being! He moaned again and again as he rode atop the virile shaft impaling him, gushing sweet wyvern-pre into him, driving him fast towards another climax!

'Yeeeessssssssssss~! Oh, yes!!!' Cloudstreak warbled psychically as he began to orgasm, shuddering and throwing his long-necked head backwards and hugging his wings around the warm, sweaty elf in his lap. The feeling of having the whole of his wyvernhood buried snug and deep inside Lane's tight little scaleless body was pleasure like the wyvern had never felt before when mating his own kind. His rider's soft, tight hole squeezed his cumming draco-cock for all it was worth..!

Which was quite a lot. Somehow the spurts of wyvern cum now blasting into the elf's ass were bigger and longer than his first orgasm.

"YES!!!" Lane moaned, as a massive sexual climax surged through his body from his gaping hole all the way into the head of his throbbing penis. Gluggy lewd splurts echoed through Lane's lower body as he felt Cloudstreak shoot more thick blasts of potent wyvern-cum into his ass, riding his mount's mighty, erupting cock into an epic orgasm of his own. His penis tensed with lightning strikes of pleasure and erupted, blowing a massive wad of elf-cum up his coat and against his chin. He kept cumming all over his face, his leather coat and his own crotch, penis throbbing wildly until he was totally spent. Even then, his cock kept dryly pulsating with orgasm as anal pleasure pumped into him from his wyvern's cumming cock, which felt like it was somehow sinking even deeper into him all the while...

'Yeeeeeeeeeessssssssss'! Cloudstreak moaned.

'Yeeesssssssssssssss!' Lane moaned.

The two felt a psychic shock of ecstasy between them as Cloudstreak emptied the last of his internal testicles into the receptive tightness of his rider's ass. The explosive climax spent the war-wyvern like he'd never been drained before, every last potent, musky, wiggling bit of his potent sperm jetting powerfully through his forged-steel hard dick and into the tightness of his elven rider's welcoming, warm, soft, scaleless ass. From the day he had been hatched, to the times he had spent with other male wyverns, to his few times with the fairer scaly sex; never had the dracoform Cloudstreak known such sexual release. Not only was his rider riding his cock for all it was worth, the handsome, kind, youthful elf was aroused himself beyond all measure. Decades of pent-up emotion surged between rider and mount, the two finally physically expressing, without reservation, all that had ever passed unspoken and un-thought between them as they soared through the skies...

Never had the two imagined that their bond could be shared in such a sexual, intimate fashion; as different as they were. Elf and wyvern felt their minds kissing together in a fashion not unlike their lewd, gay mating. As massive, spewing draco-cock firmly planted into tight, squeezing elf-butt, the hot, sticky, gushing feeling being pounded into Lane from his rear echoed through their soul-link. The raw ecstasy of the moment seized the embraced lovers as they wordlessly shook together, cumming with wild abandon.

The wyvern-rider was left a dazed, sticky mess by the time they finally settled. Lane wiped away tears, snot, drool and cum from his face with shaking hands, still more or less stuck on Cloudstreak's still-hard dick without any easy way of extricating himself from his spread-eagle position on the wyvern's lap. His warm, musky elf cum dripped between the chained links of his coat and onto the padding underneath, down his chin and throat.

For several minutes the two simply laid there in the intimate embrace, wyvern and rider basking in the supremely satisfying sexual experience.

"Awwwwwyrrk..." Cloudstreak softly chirred, rubbing his muzzle and neck against his rider's face. 'We... we mayhaps make ourselves proper...' Cloudstreak murmured, starting to gently rock himself forward with flicks of his wings. 'We've had our fun; the others are going to be worried if we don't make our presence again known soon.'

"Ohhhhhh... wow... Gods and Goddesses! Ahhh..." Lane hoarsely whispered, smiling and flinching slightly as his face was nuzzled. Of course, Cloudstreak was right. As good as everything had felt, he was rather ashamed of soiling his riding clothes so. Now he was going to have to find some water to wash off in; there was no way he could be seen with spooge-stained attire. But not until he savored the feeling of his mount's thick cock impaling him a little longer...

Cloudstreak rocked himself up onto his hindlegs and tail with a snap of his wings, making the elf in his lap tumble forward into a nearby tree. The wyvern was surprised when he felt himself pulled forward by his penis thanks to nothing more than the raw tightness of the elf's ass. The knight held himself against the trunk, drunkenly dancing from foot to foot within the tangle of his pulled-down breeches. Weird tingles of sensitive weakness flooded through the thick muscles of his thighs and rear as he put his full weight on his legs again. The bizarre feelings made the knight squeeze his buttcheeks experimentally, unwittingly milking another delightful throb of pleasure from his draconic lover's cock.

Cloudstreak hissed softly as his rider's tight velvety cum-slick butt squeezed around his still-hard shaft. Unable to help himself, he slowly drove himself forward, again ramming the whole of his 18-inch maleness deep into his elven rider's lower body. 'L-Lane...' the wyvern moaned, frightened by how odd the sight of his reptilian cock looked inside the relatively small elf's lower body. It certainly *felt* as though nothing was wrong; far from it!

The elf's only reply was a soft, quivering moan, and a squeeze from his ass.

"Gh-ghrrll.." Cloudstreak's guttural moans warbled with stress, yet the wyvern's steady thrusting hardly faltered. He hugged his wings around Lane's arms as he began to again *fuck* his rider's tight elven butt, starting to wonder how their last few orgasms had seemed to, perversely enough, heighten their arousal and need...

Burying his rod deep, the wyvern unloaded another potent climax into Lane's ass. Again, a massive blast of psychic and physical pleasure echoed through mount and rider, the two gasping soundlessly together as they came. This time, the sensation was much stronger and deeper than before. Lane felt like the whole of his being was being turned into warm jelly as his elfhood went into more spasms of pleasure. The only part of him at all that held any firmness was his member, which slapped up against his belly as he blasted the tree he was bracing himself against with salvo after salvo of semen, even though he'd felt drained dry not long ago.

The boiling, volcanic climax was far longer and stronger than any of his previous orgasms, each peak driven into him by his mount's tender, gushing thrusts. The elf felt his hole squeeze so tightly around Cloudstreak's hard, throbbing spire with each pulse of cum into his guts he could hardly tell where his rear ended and the cock inside it began. Warm tingles flooded though his innards all the way into his stomach as hot, pulsing pleasure rocketed through his rear end and all throughout his lower body.

'AHhngn...' "Kyaarryyaaa-!" the wyvern's voice and thoughts were strained from sheer pleasure.

"No... no way... C-Cloudstreak..." Lane panted, cringing as the wyvern again began to rock back and forth inside him. The elf held one hand to his mouth to stifle a moan, lewd, sloshing, slapping noises echoing through the otherwise-quiet evening as Cloudstreak's cock slid back and forth inside his cum-packed, impossibly tight backside. The young knight bit his lips and squeezed his weak, tickly toes together, so enjoying the sensation of Cloudstreak's huge wyvern-cock again pushing in and out of his ass he paid no heed to how tingly and *weird* they felt! The tingles of pleasure flowing through his butt felt like they pooled down in his feet in the oddest way. He squeezed his toes and felt them stick together and then come apart, like balls of warm, wet dough.

Land gasped, cumming *hard* against the tree again as his mount slammed *another* massive load of wyvern-spooge inside his ass. Cloudstreak's orgasm felt even larger and longer than ever before, so voluminous Lane could feel the gushing heat of his partner's seed swelling his stomach with it's liquid heat. At the same time, his own ejaculations had such astounding force Lane doubled-over with the shock of them. Firm wet splats echoed through the air as he came, and came, and came, shaking madly against the wyvern's leathery crotch.

"Ahhhh.... ahhhh.... ahhhh!" Lane moaned, panting for air as his cock weakly spurted the last of his climax. A *puddle* of his musky emissions pooled around the base of the glistening tree in front of them. The knight was still holding himself up against the tree, his feet feeling ever fatter and more tender than before. He leaned backwards, letting the Cloudstreak's crotch support his weight. When he tried to stand on his own feet again, his swollen feel simply smooshed together up into his ankles as if all the bones in them were jellied, sending a shock of tingly over-stimulation all up his legs.

His grossly mutated feet tingled magnificently, churning with liquid heat as they congealed together. Lane gasped, pushed himself up on the tree in front of him as he examined his changing feet.

At first, Lane assumed that all of the viscous heat in his feet had been coming from the wyvern cum running down the back of his legs from his ravaged hole, as he look down at his feet he could see that they were almost totally free of wyvern cum. No; they were squishing around within the confines of his boots in the most agonizingly-pleasurable manner as he tried to examine them, finally frustrating the elf enough to kick his boots off his feet. To his shock, the moment he did his bunched-up pants and undergarments fell away with them, revealing that his lower legs were massively swollen and deeply flushed.

"Cloudstreak... Cloudstreak, stop! Something is wrong!" Lane gasped, the waves of coruscating, churning pleasure flowing up his mutating legs from his swollen feet grew even stronger. The sensations were so strong, so overwhelming he wasn't even enjoying them anymore, yet still they strengthened and spread.

'Krrrrrryaaaa!!! I can't! You're... squeezing... too... tight..!' Cloudstreak moaned, shaking from the tip of his tail to the dewclaws on his wings.

Lane gasped as Cloudstreak's latest orgasm shook through his whole body. His poor ass felt like a solid mass of pudding as the trembling climax rushed into it, the pleasure cascading through his changing body total and numbing. The whole of his lower body, from his hips down into his thighs, felt like it was melting and *throbbing* with each pulse from the wyvern-cock *expanding* inside him. The sweat-slickened flesh of his butt was no longer slapping against the scaly crotch of his partner, but instead seemed to pump and pulse *into* it!

'Wh... wha-!?' A dumb-struck Cloudstreak stammered mentally. The wyvern pulled himself backwards, but couldn't free his cock from inside the elf's searingly-tight innards. It felt as through he was still experiencing some form of powerful sexual release, but instead something far stranger was occurring. Melting waves of throbbing pleasure shot through his shaft as it spread and stuck to the suckingly-tight elfbutt around it. Cloudstreak, his whole body quivering under the strain of the pleasure, gazed at the flowing flesh between his maleness and his rider's backside in utter disbelief. But the wyvern could not deny that every thrilling pulse through his engorged dragonhood was matched by a powerful, sucking contraction from his lover's rear. Lane's ass was impossibly snug around his massively-swollen wyvern-cock, and yet the feeling of surging growth never left it, until...

The wyvern's expanding cock and the elf's contracting rear stuck together with a magical sizzle that sent static tingles of pleasure all through their bodies. "Chhhrrrrgrk-!" Cloudstreak gurgled, Lane's rim squeezing fast around his shaft as it stuck to it. The knot of merged flesh continued to grow, deepening the connection from the dracoform's slit into the elf's rear. Had Lane just merged with his... his cock? he wyvern shook his muzzle in disbelief, wanting desperately to deny the horrific turn that events had taken.

"AhhhhhhHHHNGH-!" Lane's moaning devolved into whimpers as he climaxed with convulsive force. His cock fired off rapidly into the soggy grass below, wet splatters echoing through the clearing.

Lane and Cloudstreak moaned and shook as one, the agonizingly-pleasurable transformation continuing to fuse wyvern cock into elven ass. The leathery flesh joining rider and mount sizzled and oozed like living lava, orgasmic contractions pumping between both males. Lane continued to cum until his slick, hard elfhood was entirely drained again, and yet still his slick shaft *throbbed* orgasmically between his legs. The grass was beginning to get muddy he'd ejaculated so much onto it.

The wyvern felt the pulses of arousal travel quicker and quicker through his expanding shaft as the elf merging with it continued to dryly climax. Already, Cloudsteak could feel parts of Lane's body as though it were his own genital flesh, especially the elf's own maleness.

"C-Cloudstreak... w-what is this!? W-what is happening?" Lane hoarsely moaned, barely able to form a coherent thought. His arms were shaking with weakness as he struggled to hold himself up against the tree. His legs dangled uselessly below him, starting to swell and as they drawn into the churning mass his feet had become.

'I d-don't know...' the wyvern replied, arching his body upwards with two quick flaps from his wings. Cloudstreak shivered as the weight of his rider's merging body bounced up and down, more and more of the elf's rear sinking into his slit each time. Vast primal instincts urging him to *thrust* into something with the massive form becoming slung between his legs, drawing upon much of the wyvern's resolve to fight. Cloudstreak could not, however, put to words what was happening between him and his rider. What sorcery was this-?

Lane whimpered as his dangling feet continued to fatten and tug their way upwards, the bizarre transformation sending potent, tickly tingles all through his lower body. The liquid heat felt like it was being pumped into his backside from Cloudstreak, though through a far more massive source than merely the wyvern's maleness. Lane's toes throbbed with the flow of the quicksilver heat, tensing and clenching and pulling together, drawn into the melting, merging flesh of his feet...

"Hnnngh! M-my feet!" Lane panted, crying out, "C-Cloudstreak!" The potent, churning pulses ran down through his changing legs and pooled in his misshapen feet, each one ending inside his shrinking, tension-filled toes. The elf could barely wiggle the digits any more, his feet now so swollen they resembled nothing more than two large, wrinkly, rounded balls. What was happening to them-!?

"Krryyaaa!" The wyvern cried, throwing his head up towards the sky. He could feel the slick, sweaty, sensitive skin of his rider's hot, throbbing body between his legs, shaking with the movement of his haunches. At first, the wyvern could only really feel the hot, sensitive flesh connecting him to his rider's hole, but as their transformation continued he was starting to feel the movement of Lane's arms, the pulsing of his penis, the beads of sweat trickling down his face...

"Guh!" Lane grunted, his butt continuing to sink deep into his wyvern's crotch. He could no longer tell where Cloudstreak's maleness began and his own ass ended, just the sensation of powerful liquid throbs where his rear once was. The merged flesh connecting their bodies was almost strong and hard enough now to support him bodily, though he kept his arms wrapped around the tree before them. "Ghrk... Ghhhhhhnnng!" Lane's voice came out as little more than strained grasps, his bright-red prick throbbing madly with unnatural arousal. Weak squirts of seed squirted almost continually from his elfhood now, even when he wasn't having a full orgasm.

*Shrrrrrlll...* A strange squishing sound drew Lane's attention back to his feet, which felt like warm bags of mud. The rest of his legs were starting to sink into the slick, smooth, red-flushed masses. The steady thrum and throb of arousal from his wyvern's crotch was making it hard to concentrate, but even in such a state as he was in Lane could see that his legs were starting to look an awful lot like a testicular sack.

"This... this is... how... why..." Lane was torn between disbelief and horror. He had heard many stories of sinister magical curses over his centuries, but never anything so twisted! Was he turning into... into Cloudstreak's penis? How could such a thing be!? But the elf knight could not deny the liquid heat pumping through his body, his churning sack, the sizzles of heat running across his slick skin...

"C-Cloudstreak! Cloudstreak, I'm... I think I'm turning into your..." Lane began to say. He could sense that his mount already knew; that he was turning into his cock!

'Quite... quite possibly so...' the wyvern mentally panted, tongue lolling from his muzzle as he adjusted his hips and tail again. He simply could not find a way to stand that made the trembling weight of the merging elf between his legs sit right. 'Do... do not panic. We must... keep thinking clearly...'

"How is this happening!?!" Lane blurted. His legs were still sinking into the slick red-skinned sack his feet had changed into, the sticky churning *heat* coming off the forming balls growing as they did. The elf grunted as he clenched his mutated legs, frustrated by how little he could move the plump, squishy appendages. His testicular feet felt so warm and weird and gooey as he tugged them around inside the swelling sack that had once been his legs. Every little movement sent surges of stiffness and tingles of arousal up into him. "Eyaaaaaaaaa!" the elf moaned, thoroughly disgusted by the feeling and yet also incredibly horny. Oh, how the sloshing orbs sizzled with pleasure! How the hot connective tissue that used to be his butt throbbed! Already the sexual pleasure of his changing body was so intense it made it hard to think, and still it grew stronger by the second as his transformation progressed!

"Aaahhrrrr!" Cloudstreak growled, twitching. The wyvern was nearly as afflicted by the growing pleasure emanating from his changing rider as the transforming elf. His legs shook, nearly taking the trembling wyvern to the ground as suction gripped the loose flesh around his rider's pendulous, mutating legs. Tears poured from the wyvern's eyes and saliva drooled from his muzzle as he strained to somehow resist their merging.

Time flowed in sluggish increments for Lane as the transformation encompassed his elfhood. His throbbing cock was a gusher of pre-cum as the merging began. The elf knight gasped as his dick twitched more and more violently, slapping wetly against his belly. His twitching erection began to stick against the skin, sinking inward. 'Ahhhrg!' Lane shuddered, feeling firm mass of his maleness spread into his stomach. Ominous sexual tingles began running up through his belly as the hard, throbbing flesh of his elfhood melded with his belly.

The overwhelming sensation of pleasurable mutation dimmed ever-so-slightly as Lane's elfhood finished sinking into his abdomen. "Ahh... ahhhhhh..." the elf moaned, panting for breath. He felt dizzy with pleasure. Stiffness throbbed through him in waves that swept all through his sensitive body now instead of concentrating in his cock. The elf could feel the heady, intense sensation pumping into his rear from where he had merged with his wyvern, some part of it now pooling in the growing set of scaly orbs that had engulfed his legs. Lane's sack clenched and churned as fresh liquid heat poured into them.

"Kyyyaaaa!" Cloudstreak screeched. The wyvern, still panting for breath, could hardly believe the sight before his eyes. Lane now looked less like he was stuck on the wyvern's dragonhood, and more like he *was* it. His ass had bulged into a solid cylindrical mass of ochre wyvern-dick, and his groin and lower back were much the same. The scaly sack that the elf's legs had melted into was starting to stick against his slit, as if yearning to join with the wyvern's testicles. Even now, he could feel searing tingles of sexual pleasure spreading all through his elven rider's jutting form. For the moment, the bizarre transformation had left the two of them without a proper outlet for release... but likely not for too long.

The wyvern continued panting heavily, tongue hanging from his muzzle. He could feel distinct feelings of hardness and arousal coming from Lane, along with a jumble of confused thoughts coming from the knight who would soon be his cock. But while Lane was completely overwhelmed physically and psychologically, Cloudstreak was able, just barely, to control his urges. 'You know what we have to do, right? I have never heard of such magic as this before! We must seek help.' the wyvern thought to his rider.

"Ahhhhhh! Damnation and hells!" Lane cursed, writhing and trying to pull himself away. His merging had progressed such all the attempt accomplished was a throb of tightness through what used to be his rear end. "What!? Like this!? No!"

'-But-' Cloudstreak said, preparing his argument, when Lane interrupted him.

"Ahhhhh, what else could we do!?" the elf cried, shaking his head. "Damn, damn it all! You're right! We must!"

"Awrrr." The wyvern purred. Cloudstreak continued to back away from the tree which he had mounted his rider against, while Lane slowly let his death-grip on the tree go and began to climb down it. He made it to the ground and backwards a few feet before his hand slipped on a puddle of slimy, slippery cum. Lane yelped as body slap into the well-trodden, cum-soaked grass underfoot, yelping as Cloudstreak kept dragging him backwards through the warm, soggy, musky grass that surrounded the site of their coupling. The grass tugged on the links of Lane's leather coat, pulling it as well as the padding covering it off his shrunken body. Lane almost lost his shirt as well, but managed to grab hold of the sides before it was torn off him. "C-careful! Don't leave me naked!" he said, looking up at his mount with a frown.

'I'm not trying to!' the wyvern protested. 'But this is... uncomfortable! You were much easier to carry on my back.'

Slowly, testing the heft of the new weight protruding from his crotch, Cloudstreak stood up tall and raised his wings. Lane felt the strangest sensation as he was pulled upward with his mount's movements. Up past his hips his body was firm, stiff and boneless red flesh, tapering from a thick base down to the line of transforming tissue slowly creeping up the tanned skin of his waist. His lithe torso and muscled arms had shrunken slightly but were mostly unchanged thus far, the weight of them jostling awkwardly as he bounced up and down.

"Woah there..." Lane said, the mere act of being lifted by his wyvern arousing him further. The elf felt a dizzying sensation of firmness creep up his belly and enter his chest, knocking the wind out of him for a moment. But the throbs solidifying him weren't yet strong enough to keep him fully upright, and he found himself having to flex his abdominals when he wanted to keep from flopping around. Looking up, he saw a solution to his problem: the lengths of rope that secured Cloudstreak's saddle! "This will work!" he said to Cloudstreak as he grabbed hold.

"Ghr", Cloudstreak grunted. 'How is that?'

Lane swallowed. His mouth was watering as if he were famished and a great meal was before him, but eating was the furthest thing from his mind. "I... I'm okay. F-fine enough for flying, at least." He said, swallowing again and trying not to think about how weird his saliva tasted and how thick it was. "Alright... let's go for help, buddy. Before this gets any worse!" Lane said.

"Awr!" Cloudstreak replied, sprinting away from the trees and taking off.

****

Soaring through the air *underneath* a wyvern was a truly bizarre experience for Lane. Though he held on as best he could, his arms were growing weaker and shrinking. Cloudstreak's wingbeats jostled his merged body constantly throughout the flight, amplifying the arousal coursing through him. Lane watched the advance of the ochre leather up his belly, sealing over his bellybutton as his transformation passed the halfway mark. A queasy pleasure roiled Lane's body as he felt his stomach become subsumed by the merging, stiffness creeping through the dickflesh of his streamlined lower half...

"Chrhhrhrhr~!" Cloudstreak warbled as he wavered in his flight, experiencing the currents of pleasure running through Lane himself. The wyvern could sense that the elf protruding from his crotch had shrunken more during their journey, but not very much to judge by the weight.

"Hngh... I know. This isn't easy on me either," Lane replied, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Sweat and musky slickness were pouring out of every inch of his skin. His upper body was starting to grow stiff with arousal while his muscles grew weaker and weaker, making it more and more difficult to move. But at least he was pointed in the right direction. It was much easier to see the ground from under Cloudstreak's crotch at least.

Lane's thoughts raced throughout the flight as he desperately tried to find a way to explain what had happened to him and his mount. The thought of revealing his condition to his comrades was sheer horror, but what else could he do? And could they even help halt this horrible transmutation before it was too late? Perhaps if they could make it back to the capital proper they could find a mage who knew the right counterspells...

'I promise to protect you, Lane, no matter what,' Cloudstreak thought to him. It was small comfort to the elf, but comfort nonetheless.

Lane was first to spot something below. He could see two wyverns of his flight together near a cluster of trees by a small lake. 'There!'

"Kyaa!" Cloudstreak chirped, craning his head towards the ground where Lane was mentally directing him. The wyvern tucked in his wings and dove towards the ground in a tight spiral.

The wyverns coming in to view were a pair of green brothers named Taevyr and Zephvyr and had fittingly been assigned to Dallian and Rillian, themselves twins. The elves were both pinned beneath their wyverns in a patch of cum-soaked grass, surrounded by the shreds of their riding breeches. Their mounts hadn't even bothered with removing the thick leather. The wyverns squirmed and chirred softly as they rested atop their riders, cocks still buried deep inside the elves under them.

"Oh no! We're too late!" Lane exclaimed as he was swung into view of his fellow knights. He and Cloudstreak landed with a short hop that sent his wobbly body bobbing up and down.

It must not have been too long since they fell victim to the strange curse, as both elven brothers still more or less resembled their usual selves. But Lane could see the stretched flesh around their backsides, where the dark rubbery flesh of the wyvern-cock inside them was starting to merge with their gaping holes. Dallian and Rillian looked barely conscious, twitching softly as, unknown to them, their butts began to merge with the cocks stuffed inside them.

Cloudstreak, with Lane throbbing between his legs, graphically gestured to his elf-cock with his wings as he tried to warn the other wyverns. Lane, pre-cum drooling from his lips, watched as the pair of wyverns and their riders gasped with shocked revulsion at his appearance. Immediately the wyverns tried to pull out of their elven companions, but quickly discovered that their flesh had already begun fusing.

"Ugngh!" Dallian groaned, a flush of red flooding into his bare butt as his merging began. He looked backwards and rubbed his dick-stuffed backside as he felt it flood with heat. "Impossible!"

"No! It simply cannot be!" Rillian exclaimed, staring awestruck at Lane with his mouth agape, hardly seeming to notice his own predicament.

"Can this get much worse?" Lane cried in despair, turning away from Rillian's gaze. Shamed heat flooded through him as the other knight continued to stare at his perversely mutated body. The elf was dramatically conscious of just how much he had come to resemble a wyvern-cock despite his upper body being mostly unchanged. He didn't even have his own penis anymore...

Taevyr and Zephvyr turned to one another and exchanged horrified looks.

Cloudstreak replied with an uncertain rumble. The emerald wyverns, still dazed with orgasmic bliss, glanced uncertainly at Cloudstreak and the elf half-merged with the sky-scaled dragonkin's dick.

"G-go on ahead!" Rillian said. "The prince is just ahead! You must warn him!"

"Yes! Go!" Dallian concurred.

Cloudstreak took off with several mighty strokes of his great wings, sending a whorl of leaves into the air behind him as he flew down towards the lake. Under the cover of the copse of trees ahead, he spotted the last two wyverns of their flight! But they were surrounded by a huge group of chattering, yipping kobolds!

Snarling as he approached, the wyvern landed in their midst with a stomp of his mighty talons, sinking his toeclaws deep into the earth in a display of raw strength. Many of the surrounding kobold hit the deck while others curled up and hid from the angry wyvern, but not all.

"Stop! What is this!" one of the kobolds cried out, from near one of the downed wyverns.

Cloudstreak stopped and turned towards the kobold who had spoken out, a robed gray kobold, necessarily pointing Lane at him as well. What they saw shocked them.

Prince Neimoor was entirely naked, kneeling underneath wyvern's raised tail with his face buried in the dragonkin's tail-hole. Zeryon, the royal wyvern, was splayed out on his belly with his red-scaled rear hiked high into the air, gently purring and twitching as his tailhole was deeply kissed by the prince. Two kobolds next to the prince stroked his back and head as he eagerly licked deep inside his mount's moist pucker, so absorbed in rimming the wyvern he didn't even seem to notice Lane and Cloudstreak. A short distance past him was Commander Tannis, the leader of the knights, with his wyvern's cock being steadily pumped into his ass.

"Goooood, yeee-eeessssss..." one of the kobolds hissed, smiling as he watched the elven prince eagerly thrust his tongue in and out of the ruby-scaled wyvern's taut, leathery tail-hole.

"Cloudstreak... we have to stop them! Who knows what they'll do to Prince Neimoor!" Lane whispered, trying to resist the achingly-pleasurable stiffness that crept up his body as they watched the Prince's tongue circle around the wyvern's squeezing tailstar. "We have to... h-hey! Cloudstreak, stop!" Lane protested, to no avail, as the wyvern simply walked into the clearing with his elven 'passenger' bobbing along.

"Oh-ho! What do we have here?" The robed gray kobold said, pulling back the hood of his black hood and revealing his gray scales as well as a scarred and dead white left eye.

"You! You're responsible for this, aren't you! Stop this at once! Change us back!" Lane shouted, though worried by the fact that Cloudstreak didn't seem to be bothered by the hostile kobolds in the least.

"Indeed we are! And it looks like you enjoyed the little gift we left for you on your saddle, elf!" the gray kobold said, smiling at Lane.

"Why would you do such a thing!!!" Lane said, exploding with rage. He throbbed up and down between Cloudstreak's legs as he shouted and pumped his fists.

"Heh, why should I tell you?" the robed kobold cockily replied, kicking a leg over and placing it on Zeryon's tail. "Your partner knows why, though."

"He does?" Lane said. 'Cloudstreak?' he mentally asked his mount.

Cloudstreak didn't reply quickly. 'There's a dragon. Somewhere around here. I can smell his... musk.'

Lane could hardly smell anything aside from wyvern-musk, which was wafting from his mutated body in heady waves now. "What!? What does that matter? It won't stop us from stopping you!" Lane threatened. But the sensations coming into him from the wyvern he was attached to were very different...

'Ahhhh... well...' Cloudstreak fidgeted mentally. 'Maybe it does. If a dragon still lives they would indeed be our true master. Sorry.'

"What!" Lane exclaimed, a vertiginous, sinking feeling coming over him.

'I'm sorry! But you can't expect a wyvern to go against a dragon, right?' Cloudstreak replied, shaking his head at his cock. 'They reek of fresh dragon seed. It isn't fresh any longer than a week. Ergo, there is a living dragon within at least a week's flight from here, alive!' the wyvern matter-of-factly replied, making a satisfied chuffing sound when done. 'And that means that I must find that dragon. At last, our natural bond is restored! And I no longer serve under your compulsions!'

Lane had never really thought much about the fact that all the dragonkin who served the Clouded Peaks did so unwillingly, at least on some level. He knew little about the true nature of the magical bond that had long linked him to Cloudstreak, and had never considered the possibility that his mount might have true loyalties elsewhere. And despite this schism had opened between them, they were now linked more closely than ever on an intimate level! He had no words for the feelings coming over him now.

"Lane, is it? Well..." the robed kobold began to say, sniggering as he walked a bit closer to the scene. "Let me explain. One thousand... ish... years ago, a terrible crime was committed by the now-thankfully-deceased King Gorgamil. He killed every dragon in the realm, bound their souls into an evil artifact, and then used it to mentally dominate every last wyvern, drake and kobold in the land... or so he thought. In truth, *one* dragon hid himself very well and escaped the tyrant's murderous wrath. And so while Gorgamil went to work subjugating his realm with the unwilling aid of our brethren, that dragon planned his revenge!"

"We really wanted to launch our big-big revenge plot exactly one thousand years after!" the red kobold said.

"But... not ready..." his green companion said, tail drooping.

"Comrades! Now is not the time for levity!" the mysterious kobold sorcerer barked. "Lane, you look surprised! Did you not know that the wyverns and drakes you ride, the kobolds who slavishly serve in your kitchens and mines and... and bedrooms, all have been magically compelled to do your bidding? Their very souls linked to your whims?"

Lane didn't reply. Of course he'd known, but it was the only way he had ever known. He saw it as the natural way of matters that elves were the masters of scalykind and never thought to question it. He didn't know how to say it to the kobold mocking him.

"We were going to slaughter you all... but over the years tempers cooled quite a bit and we decided on... another plan. One that would restore dragonkind and bring down your insidious little kingdom, but without so much bloodshed."

"Just as wet though," a kobold quipped.

The kobold laughed himself before flashing a chastising glare at the jokester, pacing back and forth as he continued. "Heh, so you see, the punishment we have in mind for you arrogant pricks is most fit indeed! We'll see you all dethroned, your vile empire torn asunder, and you proud elvses re-assigned a more fitting role in the ordering-of-things! Like being used for *our* pleasure!"

"Er... was it a good idea to reveal master plan to elvses?" another kobold questioned.

"What?" the gray kobold barked. "What's he going to do? He's ours now! And so is his prince!" he said, pointing over to where Prince Neimoor and Zeryon.

Prince Neimoor seemed to be struggling with a kiss very deep inside the wyvern's ass. His lips and the wrinkled muscle of his wyvern's tailstar were melded together, his flushed red color bleeding over into the subtle darkness of the wyvern's puckerflesh. The prince was so absorbed into kissing his wyvern's ass he hardly seemed to notice, ramming his tongue deeper into the pocket of fusing flesh. His face seemed stuck fast to the scaly expanse, and stretched as it was pulled towards the wyvern's scaly taint..!

"Oh no! Oh no!" Lane squealed, impotently shaking his tiny fists. "See what you have allowed!?" he said to his wyvern.

Cloudstreak didn't answer his cock immediately. 'Indeed, I do...' the wyvern said after the pause, an undercurrent of intrigue in the dragonkin's thoughts. Lane hated the thought, but neither could he tear his eyes away from the awful sight.

*Shhhrclp... Schlllrk... Schllllng!* More and more of the prince's head was sucked into the scaly ass he was kissing, flesh sinking into scales like mortar being pourer. His fingers sunk deep into Zeryon's butt, followed fast by his palms and wrists, while the wyvern made a confused, sonorous chirr. His forehead flowed up into the base of the dragonkin's tail, while his eyes spread across the back of each broad, scaly buttcheek and his chin sunk into the beast's scaly taint.

Lane, watching from his perch between his wyvern's legs, was awestruck by the grotesque impossibility of what he was witnessing. The Prince's eyes blinked hard and slow between his wyvern's tail, wracked by the sensations coming from his merging body as more and more of the elven prince's body sank into his wyvern's rear end. The prince's grasping hands had already fused with the sides of his mount's tail, and the rest of his arms were following. Meanwhile, his shoulders were now sinking into the meatier portions of the wyvern's butt, following where his head had gone in.

Watching the flesh bleed into scale was a very strange sight for Lane. Second by second the mixing of bodily forms drove more and more of the elven royalty he was sworn to protect into fusion with his own wyvern's ass. Prince Neimoor's eyes spread slightly further along the backside of the beast's muscled, red-scaled cheeks as his arms poured into the lower portions of Zeryon's tail. He was in chest-deep now, while his elbows nestled in to the space right at the tail's base. Still the prince's eyes scrunched tight, as if in pained concentration, emotions roiling from the overwhelming nature of his unnatural transformation.

The prince's legs staggered and buckled, no longer able to support what remained of his weight as Zeryon raised his tail and wings to compensate for the his growing rear, chuffing lustfully. The wyvern growled with pleasure as he tensed and flexed his merging ass, each muscular surge pulling more of the elf's lower body into his backside.

Finally, the prince's bare bottom was tugged closer to the wyvern's quivering rear, sucked closer to where the elf's face was spread across the roiling flesh and scales. The elven buttcheeks quivered and clenched as they were dragged up and spread perfectly across where the prince's mouth once was. The tight pucker in the middle began to change into a darker, leathery texture as it grew larger, the prince's eyes wincing with discomfort until finally his tongue plopped free from the merged flesh of his mount's new tail-hole with a wet pop.

Eyes lidded with lust, the merged prince panted from his pucker of a mouth, tongue writhing out from between the taut folds of leathery, sweaty, wrinkled flesh. The wyvern's tail slithered side-to-side in cautious, confused motions just above, evidently no longer entirely controlled by the wyvern himself. His legs kicked and twitched as they were pulled into either sides of the wyvern's buttcheeks, which Neimoor watched with confusion.

"I'm... really stuck. What on earth is going on?" Prince Neimoor said, worry growing in his eyes. The wyvern-butt raised up his mount's left leg and flexed the powerful, taloned foot while trying to move what used to be his own legs, still not comprehending the perverse transformation that had befallen him. Somehow his arms were now a single strong, stiff appendage..?

Zeryon started to lose his balance as the elf merged into his backside moved his muscles in strange ways, flexing out his wings and tail to right his balance before asserting control over his errant foot and putting in back down. The war-wyvern's wings twitched as he re-folded them, standing tense with his tail raised high. His rear end twitched madly, Neimoor's mouth-hole puckering and squeezing as the prince tried to figure out what had happened to his lips and why they seemed to clench so tightly together when he wasn't opening them.

The kobolds observing collapsed into a fit of giggles.

"Well then!" the robed kobold commanded, pointing a clawed finger at Lane. "Make sure he's ready for his prince."

Immediately a trio of kobolds swarmed over Cloudstreak and Lane, groping at the wyvern-cock's heavily phallic body.

"Whaaa... *shrlk*... s-stop that!" Lane protested, trying to push the kobolds away as they fondled his body. But each time they caressed his sensitive, fleshy skin with their scaly hands, the *tightening* feeling driving down his body got stronger...

"Rrrrwaaaaah..!" Cloudstreak wailed, wings quivering as the wyvern enjoyed the bizarre but extremely pleasurable feelings coming from his mostly-merged rider. Every stroke on Lane's body sent mighty shivers through both wyvern and elf-cock, lust pouring from one and into the other and back again. Cloudstreak held his wings to his side and dug his powerful talons into the ground to balance the hefty weight of his rider at a good height for the kobolds to stroke him at, staring down at the spectacle below with lust-drenched satisfaction.

Each stroke on Lane's increasingly shaft-like body made his skin crawl and tighten, his flushed, tan skin hardening into shiny purple dickflesh as he shrank and *throbbed*. "Stop... staahp!" he protested, trying to fight away the kobolds even as stiffness surged through his whole body. But the way Cloudstreak held him left him completely exposed and vulnerable to the kobold's wild strokes. Some of them nuzzled and licked his skin now, even. The tension of arousal rose all the way up into Lane's head now, filling it with a pounding, inflating sensation.

As their devious hands caressed his cheeks, Lane felt his flesh swell rapidly across his neck and into his head. Pleasurable throbs filled the whole of his tapering body, from his sturdy base connected with Cloudstreak all the way into his slimy, pursed lips, through the thick tube that ran down the front of his underside all the way into the tips of his hot, clammy, shrunken fingers. The elf made a pitiable, gurgling moan as the kobold's stroking continued to rub sizzles of pleasure across his warping face, finally bursting into a swelling of growth that left his face entirely subsumed into the hot, throbbing tip of a wyvern's cock. The elven knight cried out as his pursed lips squelched into a horizontal slit, his ears melded into short but still pointy nubs on the side of his head, and then a potent burst of wyvern pre-cum shot forth from his slit right before his sunken eyes with a spasm that felt like a coughing spit that was anything but uncomfortable.

Lane blinked as he felt the kobold's small, warm tongue lick his mutated lips, dragging away a taste of the slick, slimy stuff he'd just spit up. His tongue was completely coated with the taste, which reminded him very much of Cloudstreak's pre. "Eugh... thish ish dishgustingh! You're ahgl sichlk!" he sputtered, drooling pre-cum as more of it surged up into his mouth. But even as he spat the words, his mind was swimming in strange, powerful, erotic urges.

"Hehehe, yip-yip! Look at those tiny little eary nubs he has left!" a kobold said, rubbing one of them with the tip of his scaly finger. Two of them pushed Lane's throbbing body sideways, only to let the erect elf-cock swing back into place with a shudder of arousal. Lane had shrunk during the merging process, but was still almost as tall as one of the kobolds. Or was that 'long'..?

"RharhhgHGRHaaarghg..!" Cloudstreak's guttural moaning was one of almost-pained arousal. 'You feel sooooo goood!' he psychically gushed to his rider, flexing the muscles of his groin and sending a potent twitch through his new cock.

"Guh... *glrlk*..." Lane couldn't speak a word, could barely think; his head simply *throbbed* with such agonizingly aching, needful pleasure. His vertical lips tensed and parted, another squirt of wyvern pre-cum squirting from his mouth-slit as a *throb* ached across the whole of his firm body.

"Why does he still have his shirt on? Take it off!" the robed kobold suddenly commanded.

The kobolds did so, leaving the transformed elf-cock totally naked. He could see every bit of his own lewdly-throbbing flesh, all the way down to Cloudstreak's slit!

Lane swung to a stop, twitching madly and drooling pre-cum. As he did, he suddenly noticed that Zeryon and Prince Neimoor had backed close to him and Cloudstreak. He was pointed straight at the red-scaled wyvern-ass who had once been the elf under his protection. Neimoor's eyes were heavy with confusion, staring up at the underside of his mount's tail. The transformed prince's tailpucker called to him in unspeakable ways. Hot, hard, heavy throbs, volcanic in intensity, rocked through Lane's tapered body from his firm base nestled deep in his wyvern's slit all the way to his pulsating head. The elf-cock's shuddered stiffly, so *filled* with his owner's arousal he could hardly move. The prince's puckered tailhole of a 'mouth' looked just the right size to...

"Oh, Lane... oh no..." Prince Neimoor said in shock as he watched the horny wyvern-cock of an elf draw closer and closer. His winkly mouth opened wide with shock as the sight of the cockfied elven knight, throbbing and glistening with his own mount's juices.

The most terrible, rending tension of thought tore through Lane as he stared at the frightened, confused eyes of Prince Neimoor. The wyvern-ass trembled, tail twitching madly as he tried to comprehend the awful transformation that had rendered him the backside of his own mount and turned Lane into a wyvern's cock. Trepidation, horror and desire all filled Lane as the wyvern-cock gazed towards the winking star of a tail-hole that was now also the Prince's mouth. It looked so *tight* from how it squeezed his dangling tongue...

Cloudstreak, however, was not nearly as confused as his elf-cock. The wyvern watched his wing-leader shake his randy, ready rear at him and make a forlorn yowl, and he knew exactly what Zeryon was asking for. Oh, how strange and perverse to have a mighty Alpha like Zeryon beg to have a cock under his tail! Cloudstreak realized that the wyvern bull had been, on some fundamental level, changed by having his royal rider melded into his ass. The pucker-mouthed princeling was surely channeling all manner of lewd desires into his partner, ones that the wing-leader would never have otherwised countenanced. Like getting taken under his tail by a four-foot long living elf-cock...

Growling with arousal, Cloudstreak raised his wings in a display of dominance as he positioned himself underneath Zeryon's raised tail. He pushed the other wyvern's long neck down with his own, and embraced the tough scales with his teeth in a lustful mating-bite. Between his legs, a blast of pre-cum exploded from Lane's lips as a surge of arousal shot through him. The whole of the merged elf's body was coursing with raw, sexual *need* as his cylindrical form was pushed against the smooth, textured scales of the other wyvern's rear. Cloudstreak felt the warm scales of the other male's taint and tail with his sensitive, writhing elf-shaft, aroused beyond all reason. Smooshed up against the hard, throbbing meat of Lane the wyvern-cock, Prince Neimoor the wyvern-ass moaned with unexpected lust.

For a brief moment, Lane locked eyes with Prince Neimoor, the two elves exchanging grimaces laden with resigned horror. But it was only for a moment, because Lane was fast pressed head-first against the Prince's tail-hole mouth and could no longer see the eyes on the wyvern's rear cheeks.

'C-Cloudstreak, no! You can't!!!' Lane plead to his wyvern.

'Ohhhh yes, yessss I can,' "Kyaaaaa!", 'This is happening!' Cloudstreak replied, grinding his throbbing spear of a body across the other wyvern's squirming butt. Zeryon's feet trembled and his tail twitched as his rear was prodded by the elf-cock's length.

"Ggghgn... gnhth... glugh!" Lane sputtered, hot, salty mouthfuls of precum erupting from his lips as he was ground face-first into the scaly valleys of the other wyvern's ass. The smooth, slick flesh of the wyvern's tailhole squeezed so tightly around his own throbbing lips for a brief moment the elf-cock feared he would never press past them. But the more he was poked and prodded against the moist, quivering hole, the slicker it became and the better Lane became at figuring out where the hole's squeezing strength gave it the least purchase. And the more the puckered tailhole's tongue licked against his pre-cum slick head..!

The needs and instincts that came with being a wyvern's cock were pouring unimpeded into the transformed elf, and he felt the sympathetic connection he shared with Cloudstreak grow yet stronger. Lane began to twist and thrust his smooth spear of a body in tune with the wyvern's impassioned humps, and pushed his smooth, tapered head against the squeezing pleasure of Neimoor's tailhole-mouth. It was so *tight*, so small compared to his throbbing, gushing head; the elf-cock was momentarily reminded of the crushing size of Cloudstreak's dick when it was first thrust into him. It had felt so good to be fucked by the wyvern's cock! And now he *was* the very source of the pleasure himself..!

Lane squealed softly from sheer bliss as his form was finally forced through the tightly-clenching flesh of his prince's tailhole-mouth and deep into the tight, moist, velvety darkness of the wyvern's ass. His firm flesh tensed and tingled with erotic bliss as he was massaged by the smooth, squeezing tunnel, Prince Neimoor's form squeezing him all over. The living wyvern-ass he was penetrating was incredibly tight, barely able to squeeze in even his slick, tapered shape. Even as as thicker part of cockified head sank into the quivering depths of the twitching wyvern butt, the prince's tailhole-mouth only seemed to squeeze him all the stronger!

A solid wall of pure musk struck Lane's senses as his throbbing head started to slip past the warm, tensing, fleshy orifice. Though he didn't know it at the time, the only thing that Zeryon's ass-prince was going to be excreting from now on were unfertilized eggs. The clean, slippery, clenching musk-drenched insides were just begging to be fucked by another wyvern's cock... like him!

Nothing, absolutely nothing had prepared the young knight for what he was experiencing. The rush of sounds, sensations, *smells* and *tastes* were all so powerfully stimulating he could think of nothing more than the urge to fuck. His body was so hard and the tail-hole was so tight he could barely move, every inch of his sensitive skin afire with tingles of ecstasy. All around him, the strong, silky internal flesh of the wyvern's tailpassage squeezed his pulsing flesh. Powerful, bodily *throbs* that echoed in his spear-shaped head accompanied immensely-satisfying spurts of wyvern-pre from his mouth. All that anchored him, figuratively and literally, was Cloudstreak.

The wyvern's emotions were anything but simple. A heady, draconic brew of pride and lust *poured* through their perverted soul-link, but there was a steady, calming concern for Lane and his present state. Lane could tell that the wyvern was holding himself back from being absolutely conquered by his lusts and falling into a bestial rut, instead gently easing his rider into the other wyvern's tailpassage. Lane's balled-up fists stopped the motion for a moment, but Cloudstreak pushed him a bit more forcefully and soon they too went into the other wyvern's butt with a wet pop.

Lane felt the rest of himself being pushed inside smoothly afterwards, the aching pleasure of being engulfed by wyvern-ass more than the freshly-transformed cock could bear. He moaned, which turned into a gurgle as heavy spurts of wyvern-pre erupted from his mouth. Suddenly he found himself pushed face-first into a firmness inside the other wyvern's ass, near a bend in his tailpassage. Moans echoed all around him, the muscular butt he was inside clenching mightily around him as both the wyvern as his ass moaned with pleasure.

By the time he finally bottomed out inside his warm, moist, quivering ass-prince, Lane the wyvern-cock was rapidly throbbing and spitting up precum by the mouthful. Every inch of his phallic body was coursing with sexual pleasure from the tight embrace of the scaly butt he was buried in. He and Cloudstreak drove his pulsing body into it as one.

'Sssssooooo tight..!' Cloudstreak psychically moaned.

'Y-yes, tight..!' Moaned Lane, the whole of his cockified body pulsating powerfully with raw, all-encompassing sexual pleasure. Being used as a dick felt so good it scared the knight, so good he could almost ignore how humiliating it was to be shoved face-first into a wyvern's butt. And that sweet, scaly ass was Prince Neimoor himself-! This could not be happening-!!!

But as Lane the wyvern-cock was thrust in and out of the tight tail-hole of his former princely charge, those worries soon faded in the face of the sheer pleasure. He could even feel the wyvern-butt, Prince Neimoor, 'swallowing' him now, sucking all over his spurting, sensitive fresh. The whole of his rigid, thrumming body *throbbed* with searing pleasure as he was stuffed over and over again into the tight, sucking depths of the other wyvern's tail-hole. Cloudstreak's thrusts grew steadier and smoother, as he got more familiar with the writhing weight of Lane's phallic body and the transformed elf-dick got used to flexing his throbbing form.

Cloudstreak and Lane built up into a perfect rhythm together, the wyvern and his cock thrusting smoothly into Zeryon's Neimoor-butt deep and directly into his prostate every time now without fail. The elven ass absorbing each thrust sucked wetly with all his might, raised tail thrashing as he was forced to swallow the massive living cock penetrating his tailhole of a mouth. The impassioned mating between the two male wyverns and their merged riders was a chorus of wet, slurping slaps and guttural cries, the two rutting beasts now coupling tightly together.

Cloudstreak mantled his wings down against Zeryon's larger red-scaled bulk as he felt the first tremors of an orgasm begin to built in his massive Lane-cock. The wyvern's thrusting grew short and rapid, his internal testicles churning with need and the head of his elven-draconic penis pounding with pleasure.

'I'm... I'm gonna... I-I'm...' Lane psychically panted. The transformed knight's mind positively frothed with lust now, as he utterly dominated the musky, tight, sucking tailhole he was penetrating over and over. Pre-cum blasted from his slit-mouth by the throatful now, and the former knight spit it up in forceful, ecstatic spitting throbs.

'Rrrgh, yes! Let's fill that sweet prince-ass!' Cloudstreak lustfully replied, staring down at the eyes of his flight leader's living butt. Prince Neimoor's tailhole-mouth glistened with pre-cum and clenched with each sucking swallow the roughly-pleasured ass gave to the cock filling him. The wyvern had rather enjoyed watching those eyes go from confused and shocked to fascinated by the dick inside him to overwhelmed with pleasure and sucking desperately upon his Lane-cock.

A whorl of shared psychic and physical ecstacy thrummed through the wyvern and his rider-cock as their shared climax began. Lane, trapped inside the sweet, crushing depths of the other wyvern's tailhole, felt a tidal wave of raw sexual pleasure course through his cockified body as Cloudstreak came through him. His rock-hard body *twitched* as blissful liquid heat rocketed up through his base, down his tapered body and into his head, his mouth gaping open as the first bursts, sticky, wet heat of wyvern-cum finally erupted from him.

"-*SHHHRULK!* *SHHHHRLLLK! SHHHHHHRRRLLLLK!" Lane exploded, volley after white-hot volley of wyvern spooge exploding up from Cloudstreak's balls through his body. His long, cylindrical body quaked with orgasmic ecstasy, while the salty-sticky flavor of wyvern cum filled his mouth. He could taste and feel every one of the slimy, salty, musky wyvern-cum spurts as they shot from his lips. In that moment, the orgasm was all he could feel, all he could think of, all he was. He was an erupting wyvern-cock, he was buried deep in a tight scaly ass, and his world was one of gooey, incandescent pleasure.

"*SSSCHHHRRRLLLRRRRKKKK!*, *SHHHHRRRLLLLPT!*" His cumshots were starting to sound very wet and messy indeed as his wyvern's sperm blasted into the already-full tailhole. Cloudstreak was still shakily thrusting him into the other wyvern's prostate even then. Each one of the tremendous orgasmic cum-spurts sent through Lane sent a fresh tsunami of simmering, blissful pleasure all throughout the draconic elfdick, the feeling of being forcefully unloaded in a tight tail-hole so sexually satisfying all other thought was banished from his mind. Lane the wyvern-cock erupted Cloudstreak's semen with such untrammeled, unambiguous, unalloyed pleasure that his thoughts became a scream of psychic ecstasy. His head throbbed with constant orgasmic pulses as his gushing lips loosed a potent jet of fresh wyvern-cum deep into his ass-prince. Neimoor was milking him for all he was worth, the scaly wyvern-ass as hungry to take wyvern cum as he was to give it.

His massive sack kept emptying. Obscenely lewd smacking, slurping sounds vibrated through Lane's erupting form as he felt Neimoor's tailpassage suck his cumming body as he drove through it and was pulled back from it. "*SHLLRPT! SHHHRLPT! SHRRLLLLPT! SHHHRLPT! SHRRLLLPT!*" Over and over, the cock-elf felt the pulsing eruptions crash through him as shot his mount's potent seed into the tailhole he was being thrust inside. He scrunched his eyes tight and balled his fists at his sides his first orgasm with his wyvern continued, his throbbing gushing body rocking around inside the quivering tailpassage that was now stuffed ridiculously full and starting to bloat slightly. The raw, primal, physical pleasure of the act was excruciating. Each hot, thick lance of wyvern sperm that blasted from his throbbing lips was yet an explosion of sexual pleasure for the elf-cock, and now his entire body was engulfed in his own thick, sticky, musky spooge.

'YES!' Lane's moan was a psychic roar.

'Y-yes! YES!' Cloudstreak's thoughts resounded with his, blowing another fat wad of hot, sticky wyvern sperm up into the sweetly-sucking butt he was still vigorously penetrating. Unlike Lane, the wyvern could see the eyes on the other wyvern's rear end scrunching up as he slurped down the heavy load being pumped into him. His puckermouth was so tight, only now was it starting to really leak cum.

'KYyyyyaaaaaarrrkkk-!' Zeryon yowled with sustained surprised as his tailhole was blasted full by the other wyvern male, shaking as an intense anal orgasm boiled through him. The wyvern's hard cock bucked upwards and blasted a thick lance of seed against the underside of his muzzle and neck. His climax continued, his throbbing, bouncing wyvernhood spurting heavy jets of gooey wyvern cum in a long trail in front of him, one that landed on two surprised kobolds. As impressive as it was for a wyvern, his orgasm was a mere a fraction of the climax Lane and Cloudstreak's had unloaded into him, which was only now starting to weaken.

*SHrlk.* *SHrrrlk.* *ShrRlk.* Lane's cum-spurts faded to mere mouthfuls of wyvern sperm. He panted with strained, puffy lips as the last of the orgasm roiled through him, coughing up a last few mouthfuls of hot, juicy wyvern sperm. The sizzling salty taste completely soaked his mouth as he finished spitting it into the still-squeezing wyvern ass he was buried in. Cloudstreak kept weakly thrusting his stiff shaft of a form in and out as aftershocks of orgasmic throbbing pulsed through the wyvern-cock.

At last he rested still inside the moist, sticky, warm, squeezing depths of the other wyvern's rear end. But it was only for but a moment, before he felt his mount begin to pull him backwards. Though the wyvern-butt had ceased his steady swallowing contractions, Zeryon's tailpassage was still very tight around him and resisted the motion.

Cloudstreak backed away further as the thicker parts of his elf-cock slid free, withdrawing the rest of his Lane-cock smoothly. Even the elf's arms and hands left the tailhole without pause, their passage eased by the wyvern cum slickening it now. Lane blinked as he finally popped free from the wyvern's tail-hole, along with a small blast of cum. Spooge from his orgasm completely covered his head, his body and still dripped from his slit of a mouth.

Prince Neimoor stared at him with a look of total puzzlement wracked with mind-wrecking arousal, mouth-hole slowly twitching as milky, thick, sticky strands of wyvern semen oozed from it. The butt-merged prince squeezed together and shook his ass-body in impotent frustration as he tried to keep his scrunched-up mouth-star from leaking, then awkwardly tried to wipe away the wyvern semen leaking from his tailhole with his tail, succeeding only in smearing it more around his cheeks. Zeryon craned his head backwards and watched his jiggling, panicky butt with detached interest, before asserting control over their shared tail and hiking it up high, showing off his cum-drooling mouth-hole.

"Ahh-hhh... Lane..." Neimoor said, licking the rim of his lips. "Y-you... you taste good..." he whispered, blinking and raising his mount's tail in a curious, confused way before swallowing the wyvern seed deeper into himself.

Blinking and rubbing his eyes clear of the sticky essence covering them, the elf-cock had no reply to his Prince. While Neimoor was still in the throes of lust, Lane's titanic orgasm had cleansed his mind of the worst of the perverted lusts his transformation into a cock had filled him with. Lane looked away from the searching eyes of his liege, trying to forget the obscene congress they had just been engaged in. He couldn't help but stare at the strands of wyvern-cum still dripping from Neimoor's tailstar of a mouth, mostly from where his tongue sprouted, in disbelief that he himself had produced such a massive load as Cloudstreak's cock!

Zeryon collapsed forward onto his knees with his wings spread wide, panting heavily. His tail lazily swayed above his spooge-packed butt, who was himself weakly panting and moaning from the anal orgasm that had just wracked his merged form.

"Uhnghn... I can't believe w-we just did that..." Lane moaned.

'We did! And it felt soooooooo good!' Cloudstreak replied. 'We are going to have so much fun together, Lane!' the wyvern's thoughts were soaked with lust. He leaned forward and licked the back of the elf-cock's pointed, cum-sodden head.

The phalloform shuddered as Cloudstreak's tongue caressed his sensitive skin. 'You can't just- just-' Lane couldn't properly think of what to call their shared situation.

'Look, Lane... we're still partners. I promise I'll take care of you,' the wyvern said, dragging his tongue down across the top of Lane's head. He licked down across the top of his dick's smooth, bulbous head, all the way to his short stub of a nose. 'You just have to accept that we're in charge now.'

Lane noticed that they had been joined now by all the other wyverns, each sporting a massive elf-cock merged with their malenesses. During his time inside Zeryon's rear end, the transformation of the other elves had progressed to the point where all three of the other knights now resembled nothing more than anthropomorphised wyvern-cocks. Dallian and Rillian were moaning heavily as their shaft-like bodies were licked and frotted together by their wyverns. The half-cockified Commander Tannis squirmed against his wyvern's groin as his mount licked up and down his mutating body, trying to push his mount's head away unsuccessfully. His upper body was very much shaftlike already but his legs remained, though they hung limp and swollen.

"Stop this at once! I'll have your head!" Commander Tannis shouted to his wyvern, between fountains of pre-cum that spewed from his tightly-pursed lips. His armor had been torn in pieces and bloody scratches covered the top of his body; it looked like he had put up some fight against his mount.

Mountainbreaker, the commander's muscular brown wyvern, jiggled his crotch as Tannis screamed at him, grinning broadly. The wyvern was clearly enjoying the process of turning his rider into his dick, far more so than the other wyverns had been. Of course, none of the other elves in the flight were anywhere near as demanding and demeaning to their draconic mounts. Commander Tannis seemed to take a perverse pleasure in ordering his wyvern to do menial work and pointless drills just to assert who was in command. It seemed the wyvern was all too happy their hierarchy had been completely upended.

"Kyyaaaaaaa-rrrgh!" Mountainbreaker roared, jumping towards Zeryon's prone form with a flying hop. The wyvern planted his talons into the ground and shook his crotch up and down, flopping Tannis' unchanged head against Zeryon's scaly rear flanks.

Prince Neimoor gasped as he was slapped face-first with the changing commander-cock on his spooge-soaked scales. "Ahhhhgh!" Commander Tannis' moans were pained, his face beginning to swell and push forward into a cocktip as he was driven into the warm, wet, musky, muscular ass before him.

As the wyvern drew the dickified commander closer to the lips of Neimoor's twitching mouth-hole, the wyvern-ass strained backwards to meet him. Zeryon's hindpaws crept backwards as his butt jostled to align himself with the fresh, hard cock behind him, the red-scaled wyvern yowling and raising himself up on his wings as his rear got ready for his mounting. Commander Tannis throbbed with wordless worry as he was brought in front of his prince, fumbling uselessly with his short arms as his prince eyed him hungrily with eyes now set into the curves of Zeryon's red-scaled cheeks.

Lane looked on in aroused horror as Prince Neimoor began to lick Commander Tannis' bulging face, the powerful muscles of the wyvern's backside tensing in the strangest fashion as he did. Tannis' eyes bulged and his phallic body throbbed as the wyvern's slobbering tongue assaulted his sensitive head. Above him, his mount gave a crooning, appreciative yowl and rammed his cock's throbbing body into the scaly buttcheeks that divided the butt-prince's merged body with a wet slap.

Commander Tannis looked away and tried to push himself back from the wall of wyvern ass in front of him, but his soft hands could find no purchase on the cum-sodden scales. His body pulsed with arousal each time his throbbing head was licked, and his lustful mount rocked him closer and closer to the wrinkly lips of Neimoor's mouth. The drakebutt opened his tail-hole mouth wide and sucked on the front of Tannis' spear-shaped face, drawing a soft squeal of pleasure from the commander cut off by a wet gush of pre-cum.

"Graaaaaaayaaa..!" Mountainbreaker made a deep satisfied moan as he shoved more of his former rider into the eager tail-hole of the other wyvern, the warmth and tightness of the tunnel magnified magnificently by the way the scaly butt hungrily swallowing his elf-cock. Prince Neimoor squeezed and squished his stretchy mouth around the throbbing length of wyvern meat that used to be his chief bodyguard, opening his stretchy, leathery lips wide as he sucked on the hard, delicious face of the transfigured elf-cock.

Lane *throbbed* as he watched the merged wyvern-butt that had once been elven royalty eagerly suck down their cockified commander inch by thickening inch. He knew exactly what the other elf-cock was feeling in that moment, why his small fingers were twitching uselessly as his shaft of a body throbbed wildly. Fresh arousal surged through Lane as he watched his former superior succumb to the same fate as he had, while Cloudstreak began to lick him more urgently.

As Commander Tannis was thrust in and out of his eager prince, his swollen legs began to curl up into a red-scaled sack of wyvern testicles. The fat, forming orbs slapped against the cheeks of Zeryon the red wyvern as he was fucked into his living hole, until being sucked into the slit of his mount. Lane watched a powerful throb send Tannis' whole shaft of a body bucking as soon as his testicles properly merged in, followed by a messy gushing wet splurting sound.

Suddenly Lane felt a hot fleshy wetness slap against the whole of his left side. He turned his head to see what it was as best he could in his erected state, and saw a fleshy crimson pole of wyvern-cock with the remains of elven ears and eyes. A second, very slap struck him across the top of his right side, and Lane realized he and Cloudstreak had been joined by the green wyvern brothers and their twin elf-cocks, Dallian and Rillian.

"Ahhhhhhhgn..!" Dallian groaned, eyes squinting as a mouthful of pre-cum spat from his lips. He hugged himself against Lane's neck with one slim, fleshy arm and kissed the other wyvern-cock on the side of his blunt pointed head.

"Hrngh-!" his brother Rillian gasped, grabbing hold of Lane's upper body from the right. Briefly, Lane caught a look of focused, driven need in his eyes.

"Ahhhhrrrgngh..." Lane moaned and gurgled, Cloudstreak's juices backing up in his throat before shooting forward in a thick, pleasurable, throbbing pulse of pre-spit. The hot, firm, pulsating flesh of the other wyvern-cocks rubbing over his body felt really, really good. He couldn't help but tense his erect body from side to side against the other draconic dick-elves, weakly stroking them with his hands which were smooshed against his sides.

The green wyverns standing on either side of Cloudstreak thrust their living penises faster and faster against the wyvern's cockified rider, wet, meaty slaps echoing all through the clearing. The intense stimulation of being frotted against by two other elf-cocks was such a confusing storm of pleasure and slickness and throbbing that Lane could barely make out Mountainbreaker and Zeryon mating with Commander Tannis the wyvern dick and Prince Neimoor the wyvernbutt. The squelching, sloppy, plopping slaps their mating made, however, were still quite distinct.

All of the horror and embarrassment and rage that Lane felt at being fused with his wyvern's cock left him as intense pleasure again coursed through his transformed body. Bliss and lust surged through the physical and psychic link between him and Cloudstreak as the fierce frotting stimulated his extremely sensitive wyvern-dick of a body. His eyes lidded over and he began to kiss and lick Dallian whenever the crimson length of wyvern-cock was frotted close enough to his forward-facing head-tip.

Dallian and his wyvern Taevyr were far more aroused than Lane, having never experienced an orgasm together up until this point in their merging. The green wyvern angled his thrusting elf-cock so that Dallian could frot and kiss Lane, panting heavily and growling all the while. But the brilliant sensation of his massive writhing, throbbing elf-cock rubbing against Cloudstreak's own living length threw the wyvern into a feral rut and he was soon frotting so quickly the cocks had little time to kiss as they were battered together.

Rillian and Zephvyr were in a similar state. Zephvyr stood up high on his hindlegs unlike the other two wyverns, who stood in a stooped crouch with their wings tucked tight. Zephvyr's spread his wings wide, covering Cloudstreak's back and tucked in wings, and then hiked one leg up over the other wyvern's lower back as he pushed his elf-cock over the top of Cloudstreak's own draconic member. Rillian hugged himself as tightly around Lane's cylindrical length as he could manage as he was thrust across the other elf-cock's top. Each push from his mount dragged his fleshy hands, arms and fingers all up and down Lane's sensitive body, almost like he was being jacked off as they frotted.

From above, Rillian's hot length rubbed all over the top of his body, raining down slimy, hot, musky wyvern-pre. The lust-crazed, cockified knight rapidly licked the top Lane's head as he stroked him, hungry to feel the throbbing of the other cock. From the side and to his left, Dallian drove into the back of his head in rapid pounding thrusts that drove a similar erotic throbbing into Lane's own head. Lane felt the tremors of another orgasm begin to build inside the sack he shared with Cloudstreak deep inside the wyvern's body.

A loud roar from Mountainbreaker drew the elf-dick's attention away from his churning testicles. Lane drew his eyes away from the other elfcocks frotting him just in time to see Mountainbreaker bury himself inside Zeryon's already-creamy tailhole and unload a massive climax inside the ass-merged prince. Prince Neimoor's eyes scrunched tight, then went absolutely wild with lust as Tannis erupted inside his tailpassage. So much of male essence had been packed into him by now small jets of wyvern cum backwashed from his tight, sucking hole with each geyser of semen inside him.

Mountainbreaker kept slapping his Tannis-cock into Zeryon's elfbutt as he came, the wet, squelchy, juicy mating-thrusts a series of loud, liquid explosions. Lane could tell the sight was just as arousing to the others as it was to him, because soon the elf-cocks were thrusting faster against him and their wyverns were panting and moaning. Mountainbreaker, noticing their arousal, pulled his still-cumming wyvernhood out of Zeryon's elfbutt. The three other wyverns stepped closer to the cum-drooling tailhole in the middle of the merged prince's facecheeks, which looked slightly chubby and swollen from the sheer mass of the spooge stuffed inside him. He gazed up at the throbbing trio of Dallian, Lane and Rillian with a look of sheer lust, holding his tail up high.

"MMmmm..." "Mmmmm.... Mmghlph-!" "Mmghhrllgh-!" Dallian and Rillain's moans suddenly turned into gurgles.

"*SSSSKPUUUUURLT-!*"

"*SKkpuurRRLLT-!*"

Dallian and Rillian came almost at the same time, tensing and pulsing with hot eruptions of semen that blew all over the well-creamed wyvernbutt. The red wyvern's rear and tail were fast covered in a thick coating of wyvern sperm from the crimson elfcocks. The cumming dicks gargled the thick loads with their moans as they erupted, so overwhelmed by sensation of orgasm that only a few jets of seed landed directly on Prince Neimoor's bared butt of a face.

Lane could feel and *taste* the heated semen as it crashed over his cockified body in sticky waves, mostly from Dallian as the other wyverncock was still frotting partially against him. But some of the last bits of Rillian's spurts fell onto his head from above, dripping down him in long, hot, sticky strands that oozed with green wyvern essence. As Dallian and Rillian's pulsating bodies slapped against his from both sides, the two wyvern-cocked elves spewed spurt after hot, potent spurt of their mount's rich spooge all over the randy, wagging wyvern-ass that was their prince, Lane's internal ballsack clenched and frothed with rising, orgasmic tension. He wanted, *needed* to cum, and blast himself right onto the tailhole of the sexy wyvern rear presented before him.

'Let's paint the prince properly..!' Cloudstreak moaned to him in a sultry, pleasure-oozed thought.

"Mmm... ahhhh..." Lane moaned, blinking rapidly as he eyed the prince's quivering mouth-hole as he was stimulated from two sides by other wyvern cocks. "Mmmm-! *MMMmmmssskkPURLT-!*"

Lane could take no more. As the his frotting, cumming friends tensed and bucked with orgasming eruptions against him, the wyvern-cock felt his body give a mighty throb and began to ejaculate himself. Lane shot a massive, magnificent blast of hot, sticky wyvern-cum directly onto Prince Neimoor's wrinkled star of a tailhole-mouth. The surprised Prince shuddered with the whole of his merged body as more lances of Lane's hot, thick, salty, musky load impacted right between his cheeks, hitting his puckermouth with enough force some of it actually went inside. His wyvern's feet curled into the wet soil and his eyes clenched shut as a sticky river of creamy sperm dripped down the crack in the middle of his butt-body, all the way from the underside of Zeryon's tailbase to the lowest portion of his underside where his maleslit began.

His whole body throbbing and shuddering with sexual pleasure as he climaxed, Lane's entire being was focused on spewing the hot wyvern cum that boiled through his belly in ecstatic jets right onto target. He had no words, but through the psychic link with his wyvern he screamed bubbling, lust-drenched moans of pleasure.

'YEEEEESSSSSSSS~!' Cloudstreak hissed back. 'Yes, Lane; Yes! Good cock~!'

That last thought hit the knight rather hard, but Lane was so absorbed in his throbbing climax it was impossible to deny he was exactly that. It felt *so* good to cum for Cloudstreak, with him, *through* the whole of his sensitive body. Throbbing and twitching and spewing with hardness and wetness, sliding against pulsing draconic flesh much like his own. As humiliating as his condition was, it was also sheer sexual ecstasy.

He and the other wyvern-dicks continued rubbing themselves bodily as their cum-spurts began to slow, turning from powerful spurts into slower, juicy mouthfuls of hot, sticky essence. The lower velocity made their cum congeal together into giant wads that covered all of Zeryon's taloned, clenching feet and then the ground under them. Their ecstatic, throbbing spurts grew weaker and weaker, but still heaving mouthfuls of wyvern sperm bubbled up from their slitted lips and down their panting tongues, covering the still-frotting cocks bodily in a froth of fresh sperm. Finally the quivering of their climaxing bodies came to a trembling final series of pulses, and the spent elf-cocks were merely leaking cum from their pursed lips and starting to ache from being stimulated so powerfully for so long.

Gooey, sticky, proud pleasure washed back and forth between Cloudstreak and Lane as their climax ended, the elf-cock feeling supremely content and relaxed after having had such a powerful penile orgasm onto such a hot, sexy wyvern-ass. Lane blinked unsteadily and licked cum from around his slitted mouth, swallowing all kinds of rich wyvern semen including some of Cloudstreak's which he had just produced himself. He felt the tension start to leak from his erect body and sighed deeply from relaxation. "Ahhhhhhhhhmmmmm..." he moaned, softness and weakness flowing into his cylindrical torso as he felt Cloudstreak pull him backwards, away from the searing, slippery warmth of the other writhing wyvern-cocks.

Lane could feel himself shrinking lower, starting to sag from Cloudstreak's crotch rather than jut from it erectly. It was getting harder to flex what muscles he had left as immense tiredness began to come over him. The sudden exhaustion worried the knight and made him think again about the reality of his situation. He was a wyvern's cock! He was merged with his mount on a very fundamental level and was now permanently attached to him! And he had no idea what Cloudstreak himself was about to be up to-!

'Just... please don't stick me anywhere weird or disgusting...' Lane thought to Cloudstreak, not wanting to voice those words aloud.

'Of course not,' Cloudstreak haughtily replied, shifting his powerful left leg upward and flexing his softening cock's body sideways in a display of dominant pride. Having the elf as his penis felt so very, very good. He could feel every inch of his massive new maleness, and though he could flex the muscles along his pelvic floor to twitch his cock Lane was essentially moving on his own. Though he could sense what the elf was going to do through their psychic link, the raw, physical sensations emanating his writhing, living cock remained strange and fresh.

The wet, orgasmic moans from the other wyvern-cocks had finally ceased by now. The only sound in the now-dark clearing was the slow drip of sexual fluids from the bodies of the transformed elves and the panting of their mounts. Prince Neimoor was blinking slowly and heavily as he licked himself, the whole of the wyvern-ass covered in a sticky coating of slimy sperm. Lane and the other wyvern-cocks hung stiffly from their mount's crotches, pulsing gently with the aftershocks of orgasm as they watched at their cum-covered liege lick himself.

"Well wasn't that fun!" the robed kobold said, breaking the reverie.

It was only then that Lane noticed that many the kobolds around him- all male- had disrobed and engaged in an orgy of their own while watching the wyverns and their merged elves. But not the gray-scaled sorcerer, nor two others who had joined him who wore similar robes.

"We've got what we wanted; it's time to skedaddle," the gray kobold said, gesturing to the panting wyverns. "Come, mighty wyverns! Rule the skies once more, under the wings of a living dragon!"

Standing up tall on his hindlegs with his wings outstretched, Cloudstreak gave a triumphant roar. "KRRRYYYYAAAAAA!"

The other wyverns joined him in roaring, snapping their wings and tails joyously. All except Zeryon, who had his head buried under his wings. The wyvern shivered against the muddy ground which he had repeatedly ejaculated into while being fucked, his red-scaled muzzle flushed deep crimson with raw shame. He was the flight leader! It was not his place to be taken under the tail by another male wyvern, nevermind *two* of them *in front* of the others-! But his sensitive, sperm-stuffed elfbutt still twitched weakly from the aftermath of the awesome, anal climaxes. Prince Neimoor, now his scaly rear end, panted senselessly with pleasure, cum drooling out of his twitching tailhole-mouth while his eyes blinked slowly.

"Master, master can we ride them back to the lair!?" One excited kobold spoke up, pointing towards the other wyverns.

"Oh, no. We're going to have to go on foot. Flying would attract too much attention for now." the robed gray kobold replied. "We walk! North! Cover our tracks once we're on the other side of this clearing!

The kobolds around yipped their acknowledgment to the robed leader, again covering themselves with their loincloths and a handful of other articles of clothing.

Lane worried about what they were planning and where they were headed to, but it was getting harder and harder to keep track of what was going on around him as softness and drowsiness settled deep into his spent, penile being. He had shrunk and softened so much that he was merely dangling from Cloudstreak's slit now, most of his lower body already sunken in past the taut, slimy lips. He tried to pay attention to where they were going as Cloudstreak began to walk towards the north end of the cleaning along with the others, sluggishly sliding from side to side with each step.

More and more of Lane's spent, sperm-coated shaft-body pulled inside the slit he grew from by the time they reached the end of the clearing. The trees and foliage were thick enough the wyverns and kobolds had to split up at that point, but Lane was only barely aware of the outside world at that point. It was getting hard to keep his eyes open, and his upper body was so soft it was starting to squeeze into the wyvern-slit behind him whenever he didn't tense his own muscles. Finally he stopped fighting the relaxing sensation, and his body rolled backwards into the depths of his mount's crotch, slit hugging him snugly all the while.

The last thing that Lane beheld was the setting of the sun, as his tapered head and limp, noodly arms were slowly sucked up into Cloudstreak's slit. He wondered how he could ever fit into such a small space, but noticed that he seemed to have shrunk quite a lot from his aroused state.

Intense waves of sleepiness fell over Lane after he fell back into Cloudstreak's... his... slit. The warm, fleshy, slimy, musky darkness of the snug pocket felt incredibly comfortable, the rhythmic beating of his owners heart was vaguely audible and oddly comforting. A feeling like the refreshment of breath tingles across him with each pump of Cloudstreak's heart. Distantly, he could feel the big, satisfied orbs of his testicles jiggling slightly with each of the wyvern's steps.

Cloudstreak's walking gently rocked Lane to sleep.

*****

pt 1.5

Lane awoke in the most refreshed state. He couldn't recall the last time had slept so deeply and peacefully. He was still so relaxed and sleepy that it took him some time to wake up, and only then because he felt like he might need to pee soon. What had happened the previous day..? It was all kind of fuzzy...

Blinking his eyes awake, the elf noticed he was in total darkness. Warm, slick darkness that pulsed with life. A wet gurgle emanated from Lane's lower body as he tried to stand up and a pulse of strange stiffness washed through him, but he simply could not move his legs. In fact they felt stuck together and all too large... were they asleep? His muscles were so weak he could not even stand up properly, but he could flex his lower body into an upright state... what was going on..?

Lane rubbed his eyes with his hands, feeling the slickness and moisture that coated his body. It was the stimulating tingles that filled his head, the pleasurable thrumming that filled his streamlined form that reminded him of his ongoing predicament. He'd been transformed into his wyvern's cock by a sinister kobold conspiracy! That was why he was trapped in moist, fleshy darkness, lower body a solid pole poking up from the bottom!

'Cloudstreak! What is going on!? Where are we??' Lane mentally voiced to his wyvern, waking up quickly in his panic. Stiffness pulsed into his soft body as he aroused. He felt tingly pleasure cascade up the base of his body, flowing all through his upper body and arms. It ended in small throbs through all his fingers and a big one in his fat arrow of a head. His earnubs burned with the stimulation, and a small bit of wyvern-pre welled up in his mouth.

The wyvern's reply came several seconds later, accompanied by a gooey flow of sexual excitement. 'Ahhhh... you're finally awake. We are in the dragon's lair, my dear knight.'

'Well, let me out!' Lane said.

'With pleasure,' Cloudstreak replied, his silent words dripping with coy mirth.

The comment stung Lane even as it filled his base with another ache of joyful stiffening. What a sick joke! The only way out of his mount's slit was to become aroused, something the transformed knight couldn't help but enjoy on a physical level. Cloudstreak began to clench the muscles around the base of Lane's cockified body, flexing the elf-dick hardening in his slit and arousing his merged maleness even further.

Lane felt himself start to grow larger as he erected, the slit around him suddenly much snugger. He stretched up his arms, feeling strength flow into the cartilaginous limbs as they grew stronger structure like the rest of him. He could reach up and feel the inside of Cloudstreak's slit-lips in the moist darkness, but in his still-soft state it was hard to push his fingers through the tight seal they formed.

After some effort, Lane worked his fingers through the slitlips and out, and began pulling up his wobbling, stiffening body. The soft snug leather hugged tight around Lane's head as he drew his bulbous tip past the wyvern's genital opening. Blinking his eyes clear of slitfluid as light struck them, Lane could make out dark gray stone walls all around him.

It wasn't very well lit in the chamber, which appeared to be some kind of stable. Still the light stung Lane's eyes after being so long in the dark and made him blink more.

'Is that better?' Cloudstreak asked him. 'I know this is... very strange for you, Lane.'

'You don't say!' the elf mentally exclaimed. He pushed more of himself free from Cloudstreak's slit, now out of the wyvern's body up to where his waist once was. The thick cylindrical cockflesh lewdly spread the lips of Cloudstreak's slit behind his upper body.

Lane looked around to see if he could see an entrance to the room they were in, but couldn't. But with his eyes adjusting to the light, he could make out the features of lavishly-appointed stable. Nests of finely-embroidered blankets and cushions sat in each of the stalls, along with perches of polished hardwood. Nearby shelving supported extensive assortments of jars and glass decanters filled with what looked like scale polishes and salves. Lane had never seen such luxurious quarters for a wyvern; what was this place they were in..?

'Could you at least tell me where we are?' the elfcock queried his mount.

Cloudstreak's reply came with a hoarse rasp of a laugh. "Kya kya kya!" 'Believe it or not, we are under Prominence Peak itself! Deep under the sewers as a matter of fact!'

"What?!" Lane blurted out. 'There's a whole dragon lair under our *capital*!?'

'Yes,' Cloudstreak replied. The wyvern's smugness dripped through their psychic link. 'And it is a very nice one, too.'

Lane smarted. 'And dave you actually met this so-called dragon yet?' he asked Cloudstreak.

'Oh, yes!' Cloudstreak sighed mentally, mighty emotions of reverent awe bubbling through their psychic link. 'His name is Sartharon The Watcher, and he is a great wyrm silver dragon.'

There was more to what the wyvern felt than mere submissive appreciation of a powerful kin-creature; was this real love? Lane truly did not understand the way that the dragonkin related to one another, but in his magically merged state the elf could at least sense some part of it. Cloudstreak felt a connection with the dragon stronger than the one they shared, as intimate as it was.

'So... what is Sartharon planning, exactly? He can't possibly be thinking about doing... this... to everyone?' Lane thought. Self-conscious, he rubbed the underside of his bulbuous face. There was a weird, anxious tingle in his nether regions and it was getting stronger.

'I haven't heard much yet, but from what I've overheard and been told I think pretty much all of the nobility is on the menu...' Cloudstreak replied, his thoughts and emotions ambivalent. 'Certainly the brothers of the Varian dynasty are the main target; after all it is their line that is the focus of the soul-link spell.'

'Hmmm... any chance of working to stop them?' the elf-cock asked his wyvern.

"Rgh." Cloudstreak growled. 'No. Our situation is... very weird. But I am bound to serve Sartharon and cannot oppose his wishes without a very, very good reason.'

"Oh, and this isn't!?" Lane spat.

'Ahhhh, come on now. This isn't so bad...' Cloudstreak said, rising to his feet and settling his wings against his back. He turned and began to walk towards the back of the stableroom, where there was a passage out into a wide stone corridor. Every one of the wyvern's measured strides made the humanoid dick hanging from his slit sway pleasurably from side to side. 'You feel so nice down there, Lane. But if it really bothers you, I'm sure we can discuss matters with Lord Sartharon in a few centuries.'

'A few-' "Centuries!?!" the elfcock cried out.

"Khyr..." Cloudstreak purred. 'Something like that. Look, Lane... we're staying together for the foreseeable future. Get used to it.'

"Get *used* to it~!?" Lane was apoplectic. "You-"

'You sure seemed fine earlier this evening.' Cloudstreak thought to him, grinning and making a chuffing noise. "Krcchhhh..."

Lane opened his mouth but said nothing, silently seething as Cloudstreak kept walking down the dimly lit corridor. He tensed his muscles and tried to keep his body from wobbling against the wyvern's scaly thighs as he pushed the wyvern's mind away from his and focused instead on the architecture of the lair.

All the proportions of the underground corridor were massive. The stone had been worked to perfect smoothness as if by magic, and was tall and wide enough two wyverns could walk abreast with wings spread. Magical lanterns swathed the underground corridor in warm light, just enough to see by through his elven eyes. Lane could tell that the transformation had worsened his vision somewhat, though a part of him was thankful he had retained as much of himself as he had.

They passed through a four-way junction, where one of the branching passages narrowed to a comparatively-tiny size. It looked sized for seven, maybe eight kobolds to march through together. Lane thought he could see a trio of kobolds walking away from them and was relieved they weren't able to see him. Shortly thereafter, Cloudstreak took a turn into a smaller, S-shaped bend, emerging from there into a narrow chamber.

The smaller chamber was well-lit by wedding-cake sized piles of candles. Three wyvern-sized bathing pools filled with hot water lined both the sides of the stone room, but Cloudstreak continued down the middle path and towards a large trench on the far wall filled with rushing water. A waterfall curtain of water fell into the trench from a large grilled vent in the ceiling.

Suddenly it struck the elfcock that they were in a bathroom.

And then he realized what the anxious tickle in his lower body was.

"Crrrr... rrr..." Cloudstreak moaned sympathetically, staring down at Lane with a frown on his muzzle. 'Yes, Lane. We have to pee. I think you know what that means.'

"What!" Lane gasped. The full implications of being a wyvern's cock had not really dawned on him yet. The tickle building around the head of his altered form was undeniably urgent, much like the feeling of needing to relieve oneself. But the sensation was so much more intense now, tingling all across his head and face. The pressure in the back of his balls was only kept back by his tensed muscles. He'd kept those same muscles tensed to keep himself aloft from his perch halfway out of Cloudstreak's slit and hadn't noticed just how much the tickly pressure had been building in his lower parts-!

But the indignity! The abhorrent humiliation!!!! "You aren't serious, are you? There's no way! Not happening!" the mutated knight protested.

'Lane, please...' the wyvern pled, shifting his weight from foot to foot. 'You and I both know this needs to happen. It *will* happen eventually. So... please.'

The logic of the argument gave Lane pause. He *was* Cloudstreak's penis, after all. How else was the wyvern to relieve himself? He knew the tickle of need was going to keep growing until it happened... wouldn't it be best to get it over and done with while appropriate facilities were available? And nobody else was around to watch?

"Okay, fine, whatever," Lane mumbled, crossing his arms and shifting slightly around. Now that they were talking about it he couldn't keep his mind off the growing urgency in his nether regions. That part of his body had fully fused with his wyvern's groin, and the sensations emanating from it were of bloated, tickly, liquid pressure. Unlike the far more pleasant churning he had felt before in his ballsack above, this feeling was more of a very insistent tickle.

Cloudstreak adjusted himself, stepping closer to the cistern with Lane bobbing between his legs.

Lane stared ahead at the curtain of water falling from the flowing cistern. Then he looked down at the bottom, where a deep gutter collected the cascading water with hardly any turbulence. His mouth felt like it was watering; he could sense that relief was almost upon him. He was so pent-up all he had to do was relax his muscles and let it happen, but he was so nervous about what was about to happen he held on.

"Ghr..." 'Lane...' Cloudstreak half-growled to him.

"Give me just one moment, please!" Lane blurted. "This is weird!"

The wyvern closed his eyes and tensed his pelvic muscles, relaxing them and trying to relax his bladder. But his anxious elf-cock merely throbbed up and down gently from the effort. This continued for several minutes, as Lane stayed tensed with dread. He knew he had to, but he really didn't want to have to pee..!

Cloudstreak was panting, dancing from foot to foot and writhing his tail on the ground with his wings hugged tightly to his back. His talons clattered on the stone floor. 'Lane, pleaaase... I'm sorry you have to do this but come on already~!'

"Argh! Fine!" Lane spat. His muscles were growing tired and the urgent, tickling sensation continued to build in intensity, welling into a potent needy warmth all through his shaft. "I think it's-" Lane began to say, before a gush of wyvern-piss shot through his lips from up his throat. The blast sent a sour, acrid taste washing across his mouth as it struck the water of the cistern with a splash that turned into a parabola of disturbed waterfall. The elf-cock clenched his eyes shut as his semi-hard shaft of a body bucked upwards from the force blasting from him, tasting every drop of the tangy piss as it gushed from him. As shocked and horrified as the bizarre feeling of being a conduit for wyvern-piss was, the sheer *relief* from the bloating liquid pressure was bliss itself. His firm, slitted lips sizzled with pleasure from the pressurized piss stream that gushed through him. And the taste, strong as it was, was clean and pure.

"Chhhhhhrrraaaaaaaaahhhhhhh..." Cloudstreak purred with satisfaction, eyes lidding and tongue lolling as a day's worth of pent-up urine finally left his bladder. He shivered from his snout to his tailtip as it continued, the small cavern echoing with the gushing, splashing, waterfall of his release and his soft, chirring moans.

After blindly blasting wyvern-pee for many seconds, Lane finally blinked open his eyes and stared curiously at the yellow-clear stream shooting from his lips. The warm salty-sour stream left his body with enough pent-up pressure it was striking the cistern wall with arrow-shot force, splattering into raining streams that poured into the running water below. Morbidly embarrassed but enjoying the bizarrely-powerful sensation of relief, the elf-cock licked his tongue up into the potent, pungent stream blasting from his mouth, sputtering and blinking as the obstruction caused a misty jet of his own wyvern-piss to spray across the front of his spaded head.

'Ahhhhhhh... good cock..!' Cloudstreak's mental words hissed with relaxation.

Lane winced at the words and sputtered the urine stream he was spitting. "Rrghg-hey!" he managed to say, before the pressurized flow forced itself through his mouth and drowned out his words. 'Can you stop calling me that? Please?' he said to Cloudstreak.

"Krya?" 'Why? You are!' the wyvern replied. He shook his hips from side to side, sending his urinating elf-cock into a series of shaky spirals. The pressurized piss blasting from Lane's mouth was such sweet relief. 'You can't tell me you aren't enjoying this... I can feel everything you can~'

Lane winced, staring at the urine stream jetting from his lips. The rush of pressurized wyvern piss made them tingle pleasantly, and the diminishing pressure of the wyvern's bladder on his balls was comforting relief. As disgusting and humiliating as it was, it *did* feel good. But even though Cloudstreak could assuredly sense the pleasure flowing through him Lane wasn't about to admit it.

'We... really needed this...' Cloudstreak panted mentally. The surge of liquid flowing into Lane tapered into long, pressurized squirts.

The elfcock closed his mouth a little too early during one, and jet of Cloudstreak's urine surprised him and blasted his lips open in a messy spray. "Kmmpssshhh!" Lane moaned.

'Come on,' Cloudstreak sighed and shivered a little. 'Just a little more...'

Lane felt the liquid surges through his body weaken still further, until he wasn't so much spewing wyvern piss as leaking it from his throat. He closed his mouth and felt it fill with wyvern urine before letting a bunch of it out in one big mouthful. Tastebuds flooded with wyvern piss, he decided that the watery, tangy-sour stuff wasn't so bad.

As the last few pungent drops of wyvern piss dribbled from his lips and down his tongue, Lane felt Cloudstreak's long, powerful tongue lap against the back of his head. The wyvern's tongue slobbered over his back and arms, and then over the front of his knobbed, tapered head and mouth-slit, cleaning the last of the urine dribbling from his mouth.

"Gods I am glad no-one else was around to see that..." Lane muttered, glancing around the darkened chamber as his wyvern's big, strong, slippery tongue lapping across the back of his head and sent a throb of pleasure through him.

'Why not? I bet you can shoot really far~' Cloudstreak purred to him.

"You-!!!" A flush of shame came over Lane in a wave of heat, one that weirdly combined with the stimulating sizzle of having his sensitive head licked by the wyvern's tongue. The wyvern simply didn't care much about displaying the cockified elf, but the last thing Lane wanted was to be oggled in his current state.!

"W-oah there!" a voice from behind them squeaked. "Heh, save it you two! We've got something else planned!"

Cloudstreak, and thus Lane, turned to face the interloper. The voice had come from a horned red kobold dressed in a black robe.

"Cloudstreak, would you care to accompany me to the testing chamber? We need to run a few experiments on you and the others, if you don't mind. Don't worry; it's just going to be a little fun..." the red kobold said, grinning.

"Krrr!" Cloudstreak affirmed.

"What do you mean experiments? Do I get a vote?" Lane said. His wyvern curled his head down to look at him as he spoke.

"Ahhh... no." the red kobold replied. "It's no big deal," the kobold continued, addressing Cloudstreak. "We just need a few gushers out of you bulls to try and get that ass of a prince good an' pregnant! The others are already there."

Lane's mind reeled with agonized shock at what the kobold was suggesting, even a curious tingle of sexual arousal flooded into his body. "Pregnant!?" he sputtered, grimacing. "Males can't get *pregnant* from-"

The red kobold, smiling grievously, stepped forward and hushed him with a claw-raised finger to his slitted lips. "Are you quite so sure you know what we are capable of, elfie?" The kobold pushed another finger against Lane's smooth lips and rubbed the slit by smooshing them together.

"Ghrllll..." Lane gurgled, feeling pulses of arousing, stiffening pleasure from his sensitive lips throb through his head. But the sensation of having his slit massaged was only part of why he throbbed thicker and harder. Cloudstreak was incredibly aroused at the prospect of a productive mating, heedless of the strangeness of the circumstances.

'Breed...' "Khyyrrr..." Cloudstreak chirped, leaning down to lick the kobold teasing his elfcock. He his lapped across the kobold's snout, and the two of them began to walk out of the bathroom. They returned to the junction they had passed earlier, only now they were headed in another direction.

Despite being much smaller than the wyvern the kobold was much quicker on his feet. Cloudstreak lowered himself onto his feet and wings to catch up, able to move quicker with his powerful wings supporting him. But that meant that Lane's stiff, bobbing body was battered from side to side under the wyvern's smooth, scaly belly, and Cloudstreak's wings obscured almost everything in front of him... and rubbed against him-!

Filled with pleasure and anxiety, Lane could taste wyvern-pre welling up in his mouth by the time they made it to their destination, which thankfully had not been very far. Cloudstreak rose up onto his feet and folded back his wings, giving the elfcock jutting from his slit a good view of where they were.

It was a vast circular chamber filled with magical technology, big enough for a dragon though thankfully the wyrm was nowhere to be seen. Instead the chamber teemed with robed kobolds, most of whom were congregated around a strange set of wyvern-sized equipment. It took Lane a bit of time to understand what he was looking at, such was the oddness of the arrangement.

In the back, near one curved wall of the vast chamber, was Zeryon the red wyvern, the dragonkin who had Prince Neimoor Varian merged into his rear end. The wyvern was lying belly-first on a large cushioned platform, wings resting on the raised sides and raised tail draped up over his back. Prince Neimoor's half-lidded eyes looked out from the inner curves of his wyvern's scaly ass, while his puckered mouth was spread wide open by a big glass tube that had been sunk deep into his tailpassage.

Behind Zeryon, a complicated arrangement of tubes and pumps fed from four sets of huge-sized phantom mares. The breeding equipment looked designed just for wyverns with absurdly huge cocks, from the hardwood perches to the supple, oiled, leather apertures. Three of them were already occupied, by Taevyr, Zephvyr and a blue-scaled wyvern Lane had never seen before. The blue wyvern looked as though he was having some difficulty thrusting into the large, lubricated hole of his phantom mare with his normal sized penis.

Mountainbreaker and Commander Tannis were nowhere to be seen; Lane wondered where they were at but Dallian and Rillian were in no state to talk. Their wyverns were rapidly thrusting them in and out of squelching, squeezing artificial orifices, deep enough their whole upper bodies were inside the whole time.

"Kyra." Zephvyr chirped to Cloudstreak, eyes lidded with pleasure as he humped the phantom mare with his elfcock.

"Kyraa-aaa-" Cloudstreak replied, stepping towards the unoccupied perch between Zephvyr and the blue wyvern.

Cloudstreak leapt up onto the perch and sank his talons into the comfortable wood, drawing Lane closer to the opening in the middle of the phantom mare before them.

'You're... going to put me in there?' Lane whined, arousal aching through his stiff body. The leather hole in the middle looked so tight and supple, and it dripped with a constant flow of oily lubricant...

The wyvern stared at the equipment for a moment, before turning his long neck to watch Zephvyr's thrusting. Past Zephvyr, Taevyr was in a full rut. The wyvern loosed a long, growling moan as he came into the leather-lined wyvern-mare. Cloudstreak mentally replied, 'I am totally putting you in there.'

Lane felt his stiff body throb as he stared at the entrance to the breeding stock, anticipation tingling on his hot skin. "O-okay then..." he mumbled, drooling a bit of wyvern-pre as Cloudstreak slid his shaft of a body forward. The rich smell wafting off of the leather was tantalizing.

The elfcock shut his eyes as he was squeezed headfirst into the moist, warm leather fucktoy. Weirdly enough, the back of the phantom mare was made of a flexible, rubbery, transparent material. A tube as thick as Lane's head ran away from it, and through it Lane could see where they all connected to the glass rod shoved up the butt-prince. Lane could see gluggy white wyvern cum flowing through one of the tubes, pressurized into a whirling jet by the machinery inside the milking machine. Soon a second stream joined it, doubtless from Zephvyr and Rillian.

"Graaaaahhhhghrlllgh...." Lane gurgled, as the phantom mare he was stuck inside began to move around him. Suddenly he could feel a sharp vacuum suck all around his firm, sensitive body, the leathery tunnel milking him for all he was worth. Lane felt the precum welling from his lips get sucked away by the vacuum pressure, spiraling down the wide clear tube in front of his muzzle.

'Ohhhhhh...' Cloudstreak moaned, pushing more of Lane into the slippery sucking tightness of the milking machine.

The penile elf felt his arms slurp to his sides as he was forced in further, head slamming all the way into the suctioning cup at the end of the phantom mare. The flexible, clear material crinkled as it wrapped firmly around his head. When Cloudstreak pulled his body back, the tightness of the suction was such Lane's sensitive throbbing cockhead remained stuck! He was now spewing precum directly into the source of the suction, his lips embedded in the condom-like sucker.

Tingly, juicy throbs washed through Lane's head as the machine relentlessly milked his cockified body. He couldn't help but gurgle moans, wyvern-pre hot and slick on his lips as he felt the phantom wyvern-mare suckle his erect form. It felt sooooo good, and watching Dalian and Rillian's cum flow through the tubing and toward's Prince Neimoor's face was turning him on more than he cared to admit.

Neimoor watched the flood of wyvern semen gushing into the tube with mute horror on what now passed for his face. "Hrhghghlllghl! GhrghlGHU-!" the wyvern butt cried out, audible over the hum and rush of machinery, holding out against the sticky torrent for but a moment before his pursed lips were forced open and his mouth filled with hot wyvern-cum. He shook back and forth as he was forced to swallow a veritable geyser of spooge comprised of two green wyverns' pressurized ejaculate.

Lane began to twitch heavily, spewing bubbling throatfuls of pre-cum into the suction cup that splattered his sight in gossamer precum before being sucked away. He yearned to join the other elf-cocks in spewing wyvern-cum, and soon was doing exactly that. Cloudstreak thrust him into the warm oily leather in short but powerful strokes as the orgasm churned through his ballsack and up his pulsating shaft of a body. "*SCHLPRKKK-!*" the potent cumshot covered Lane up to his eyes in hot seed, before the sucking vacuum drew it away.

Achingly intense, full-body throbs wracked Lane as the cumming elfcock was milked as he climaxed. The intoxicating taste of wyvern semen was hot on his lips and tongue as he ejaculated Cloudstreak's essence through his mouth in gushing, spewing, twitching eruptions. All the while, he was mercilessly milked by the leather sleeve and transparent cap, which swiftly pumped his load away and towards Prince Neimoor. Now three milky streams of opaque, viscous semen pumped through them and into his tailhole..!

Weirdly enough, Lane remained orgasming for a very long time. Maybe it had something to do with the oil soaking the leathery wyvern-mare, but his phallic form kept throbbing and cumming, over and over. The pleasure was blindingly intense, Lane's awareness entirely focused on the sensation of being a well-milked, erupting wyverncock. Cloudstreak's mind reeled with the pleasure, the sky-scaled wyvern's body shaking from raw exertion.

Lane felt like he had emptied his body weight in wyvern sperm into the squeezing, sucking machine by the time the powerful penile orgasm finally ended. But the device kept on milking him even when he was left heaving dry, ecstatic nothing.

The moment the suction cup ceased vacuuming around Lane's head, Cloudstreak pulled his merged partner free from the deflating, cum-soaked leather. Lane was exhausted, his ocher flesh raw and tender. Dallian and Rillian were fast growing flaccid, their sagging, crimson flesh slowly pulled up and back into their slits, followed by their dangling arms and tubular upper bodies. Their smoothly-tapered heads squished into the slits soon after that, and the worn-out wyvern-dicks were again snugly inside their new homes. Lane, however, fought the urge to relax and kept himself tensed. Cloudstreak was staring intently at something, and he couldn't help but feel his attention slide in the same direction...

They looked over at Zeryon. The wyvern was splayed bellyfirst onto the cushioned platform, spreading his wings wide along the raised sides with his tail draped over the lower basin. Almost as soon as a pair of kobolds removed the glass tube stuffing his elfbutt's tailhole, a sticky squirt of wyvern cum spat from Prince Neimoor's puckermouth. He almost looked like he was trying to talk, but was simply too full of fresh-packed sperm. Zeryon lifted his tail, flexing the cheeks of his backside along with his merged rider...

A leathery, yellow-red, oblong object poked through the middle of Prince Neimoor's distended tailhole of a mouth. Powerful shudders wracked the elfbutt's eyes as he spread his cheeks further apart, and more of the smooth-shelled egg pushing from his wide, wrinkled lips. As the egg passed the halfway mark, wyvern-cum squirted from the wyvernbutt's mouth-hole as he quickly squeezed the rest of it out. The egg tumbled down the blanketed chute under Zeryon's raised butt, landing softly in a blanket-soft pouch below. His wrinkly lips squelched tightly shut, but soon the crown of another red egg appeared between them-!

The kobolds manning the machinery gave out a cheer, while a perverse, prideful thrill ran between Lane and Cloudstreak. He couldn't believe he was watching a male lay eggs, nevermind that the scaly ass in question was Prince Neimoor. But the idea that he had helped inseminate those very eggs..!?

The gurgling wyvern-butt continued to slowly spit out the rather large eggs, tail and cheeks shaking all the while with ecstasy. Zeryon kept his head tucked under his chest as orgasms of anal relief wracked him with each one. The red wyvern howled and hissed in a guttural, humiliated croon as the kobolds continued cheering him on. Dampness spread across the cushion underneath his groin as he came into it as he laid.

Kobolds surrounded the growing pile of eggs, several of them poking at the freshly-lain oblong orbs with odd silver rods. "Wait! Somethings not quite right... these are still unfertilized. Huh." a white-robed green kobold said. "I don't understand. We used *plenty* of catalyst today; why didn't the fusion react as we predicted?"

An audible "Awwww!" sang out from the disappointed kobolds.

'Aww.' Cloudstreak sighed with disappointment.

Oddly, a similar tremor of displeasure chilled Lane. 'Aw. Wait... why does that make *me* feel bad!?'

'Because cocks are supposed to impregnate things. Of course,' Cloudstreak replied matter-of-factly.

The elf-cock felt absolutely disgusted with himself as the base of his softening, cum-caked flesh slurped back into his wyvern's slit. His whole phallic body reeked with all kinds of wyvern penile emissions. But he was so tired and sore, he simply had to relax his clammy body. Was *this* what he was reduced to? A vessel for spewing wyvern piss and cum, at rest inside a slit otherwise?

The thought worried him greatly, but not enough to ward off the softness and weakness filling his body. More of his shaft-body slurped back into Cloudstreak's slit, until he was in up to his neck and arms.

"Cloudstreak..." Lane mumbled. He couldn't put to words the awful, confusing, sexually-charged events of the day and how he felt about them.

'Don't worry...' the wyvern said. 'I promise I'll clean you in the morning,'

"Great," the elfcock hoarsely groaned. Only his head and hands poked free of the slit slurping up his softening, shrunken form. Soon those too slid past Cloudstreak's pale blue slit-lips. Lane felt himself settle down onto the root of his cylindrical body, all the way down where he and Cloudstreak were merged, sleepiness and contentment filling the spent draconic dick.