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Taking His Revenge

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Saphira Fafnar

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Ibushi should have been able to do it. He was the wind serpent, after all, power and might radiating from him, his blue and grey, stormy scales reminiscent of the storms from which he and Narwa had been born, so many years ago. The purple highlights to his body, the crest running down from the top of his head, his clawed hands that extended into the semblance of wings, as if he was a wyvern, though he was not. He was something greater than that.

The serpent of the sky, flying with a snaking, undulating motion through the wilds, causing stride and disaster wherever he went... He was helpless before his mate, the mate that had been promised to him, the mate that had not waited for him.

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"Please, Ibushi..."

Narwa twisted against him, her dark scales blending out along her serpentine body where the eggs were held within their sacs, already fertilised, one silver and one black, showing the two sides of the dragon who had bred her. Ibushi writhed and seethed, but her eyes begged him and he pressed against her, his cocks hard and drooling, wanting to do his duty by her, to be her mate, to be her partner, though he still did not feel that it had been him that had let her down.

She'd mated with another, even though she'd said that she'd been forced. Ibushi hissed, gnashing his jaws, drool spilling from between his teeth. It didn't smell like she'd been forced when he had found her, following her scent to the mountainside cave at long, long last. She'd been coated in the scent and the musk of that Xigfeldo, the long, slender Eastern dragon who had taken her, supposedly against her will.

And yet Narwa had begged and pleaded for him to breed her, to take her, over their days together. Ibushi couldn't simply leave, she was still his mate. And yet there was something there, something leaking from her that made his nostrils quiver in distaste, something inside him reeling from what she had become.

It was him, Xigfeldo's dirty seed and oil, leaking and drooling from her cloaca, clinging to her vent as if it was lubrication, yet it was merely a reminder of what had come to pass. He hissed, pulling back from her "dirty" cloaca, claimed and used, his heart aching, though Ibushi was too proud to say that it was broken. The sky serpents, as they were, did not love in that way, even if they were mates. Maybe they could have in time.

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He tried so terribly, pressing his two cocks up against her vent, seeking out her sex within, how her cloaca was specially split up inside, being greater creatures than the common animals living on the ground so far below them. For her sex was divided inside, filtering seed to one lot of eggs, held in the sac on the right side of her body, or to the other lot on the opposite side.

She was fertilised, she didn't need to mate anymore... So, what was the point?

Weeks passed in the cave as they tried and tried and Narwa even dragged herself out, even with the eggs growing, soon to be laid, to hunt, to bring him offerings, even though she flipped back and forth. That was the hormones in her system, one moment telling him haughtily that, if he'd wanted to mate with her, he should have been there much sooner than he had, though her scent, admittedly, had not been as strong as it could have been to lure him straight to her.

Yet she wanted him too, her life mate, the one that she had always thought that she was destined to be with, even if things had gone wrong partway through. The wind serpent, however, could not penetrate her, could not bring himself to do so, his heart too heavy, curling up on his own every night while she warmed an empty nest, crooning for him to join her.

Ibushi, simply, could not do it, could not penetrate her, not while the seed and musky, thick oil of another marked her, not when it would not be washed off for months upon months, if even then. No one knew how long Xig's mark on Narwa would last, though she reeked of him, the entire lair stinking of the dragon, turning Ibushi to rage.

"This is not right!"

He snarled, twisting back and forth, hovering in the air before her, though Narwa met him with gnashing jaws, instinct demanding that she protect her little ones, the eggs resting and growing within her sacs, soon to be laid. But, even once they were out, she would still reek of dragon and another male, leaving Ibushi with his twin shafts out, pent-up and dripping, rage consuming him, day by day.

No serpent, least of all the wind serpent, could hold off from that, not for so long.

Ibushi snarled and seethed in the dead of the night, though Narwa had already learned how to tune out his roiling, twisting hisses, as if he was fighting an invisible foe. Yet Ibushi knew when he woke that moonlit night that things had to change, frustration boiling over inside him as if a volcano was threatening to erupt, bubbling and bursting with plumes of lava.

What he had trapped and pinned down so very deep inside him had to come out, one way or another.

He left her - but not forever. For there was a scent on the breeze that clawed at his nose, Xigfeldo, the slender, noodle-like dragon of his nightmares who had turned his life to ash, leaving a trail of musk in his wake. He was so crude that he left a trail that could be followed by just about anyone, though such a ruthless, thoughtless beast surely did not think that anyone untoward would ever follow his scent trail.

Hissing out his fury into the cold of the night, his scales prickling with icy anger, Ibushi swept out in the hunt of Xigfeldo.

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The dragon should have expected it, a slim, Eastern-type dragon who did not need wings to fly, sweeping back and forth through the air with a motion like that of the sky serpents, Narwa and Ibushi, even though he had not spent any time with the latter. His silver-black scales glittered in the morning sunshine as he floated down to a line of cherry blossom trees bordering a river. Although they would not flower for long, they had not yet lost their petals in a cherry blossom storm, petals floating on the wind like pink snow. It was one of Xig's most favourite times of the year, the sky lightly dusted with shades of pink and orange with the lingering dawn, as if night was loathe to relinquish her grasp on the land.

He stretched out luxuriously, his stomach a little empty, making a mental note to seek food later that day. He didn't need to eat every day, but that was all well and good by him, for it made his travels easier, his body aching a little to breed again, though the flirty dragon did not yet know whether that meant he would breed another that time or be the one bred. For not many knew, not even all that Xigfeldo mated with, that the dragon was both male and female - essentially a hermaphrodite that embodied both male and female attributes. One, however, so often saw what they were looking for when observing him: if they thought he was male, that was what they would see, and vice versa.

Not that Xig minded that in the slightest, combing his claws lazily through his thick mane of hair that ran all the way down the back of his neck to his shoulders, like a crest of sorts that flowed into thick fur. He had scales, as a dragon, of course, but they looked different shades in different lights, even if one should have technically said they were silver. The grass rippled softly around him as his long body, tail tipped with a thick ruffle of fluff, stretched out, perfectly relaxed, his eyes half-lidded.

There was no rush in his life, no stress, only relaxation, exploration, taking what he willed from the world. Why would a dragon like him need any more than that?

Alas, his serene morning was destined to be shattered, though the wind serpent did not want to make himself known until the opportune moment. The most Xig heard was a whistle of air flowing around the wind serpent's body before he was slammed into the ground, the air pushed from his body, head whipping around in shock.

Then and only then did Ibushi's screech wash over him, blasting his face, jaws in his face, snapping, heaving, the beast's body heaving for breath. He must have folded his wing-like arms in down to the sides of his body to drop from the sky as he had with near enough not a sound, but it was not the time for Xig to be impressed with the sky serpent when his teeth were so close.

"Calm yourself!" Xigfeldo hissed, tail whipping up, battling with the serpent's. "This is not our fight!"

Yet it was, quite clearly, even if Xig would never have seen anything wrong in what he had done in coercing Narwa to have sex with him. For, of course, the serpent twisting around him as they rolled together in the grass, crashing bodily into the base of a cherry blossom tree, had to be the partner to Narwa. He had not seen Ibushi before, yet there were only so many divine beasts like them in the world, those that had the power to control thunder and wind. The flickering, purple fury in Ibushi's eyes somewhat gave it away too.

Ibushi heaved, pressing over the dragon - that scent! It was there, all around him, a thick, heady musk, a kind of perfume wound through it too. He inhaled deeply in guttural, grunting pants of breath, though Ibushi could not truly be held accountable for his actions, not as his body responded. He had been around that scent, how it laid so heavily around the lair back with Narwa, for so many weeks, that it could not help but have influenced him.

And that was how Xig reeled in surprise, pinned on his back with the wind serpent's twin cocks pressing out, aching, throbbing, drooling thick pre-cum out. The dragon blinked, only bracing enough to hold Ibushi's snapping jaws and claws away from anything vital, though a few scales on Xigfeldo's side had been lightly scratched in the scuffle, his body responding.

"You...took..." Ibushi panted, eyes blazing, jaws drooling with saliva, strung out between his top and bottom teeth. "My...mate..."

Xigfeldo's mind raced, yet there was one trick at his disposal that he could use, his stomach already quivering and turning over at the brutish force of the wind serpent. Oh, it had been a long, long time since he had felt that need inside him, the power of a partner who was simply so strong that he could not help but quiver in breeding need. It was a kind of submission but, like his gender, he could go both ways, enjoying every way and method of sex, for variety was most certainly the spice of life when it came to the dragon. He simply did not see any need at all to hold back when there was so much lust to be had in the world.

Ibushi, however, could be tamed, if he was careful, though it happened naturally to him, Xigfeldo's eyes falling smoky and half-lidded, tail swishing back and forth up against the wind serpent's. Ibushi reeled, suspicious, yet the flick of the dragon's tail helped spread his musk a little more, as much as worry for the wind serpent's dominance over him, even if it was allowed, made him twist away.

"You're not going anywhere..."

Ibushi hissed, not knowing where his mind was going, though anyone who had been forced to live with Xig's thick musk infiltrating their system for weeks would have had trouble not taking their spoils - for what savage delight would there ever have been in merely killing Xigfeldo? No... No, there was a scent to the dragon that told the sky serpent more, a cloaca tucked up close to his scales, the edges parting, promising sweetness within. For there was something that he'd suspected, even if Narwa, of course, had not been able to confirm it, that there was a way for him to get his revenge on Xig without scarring the dragon at all...

"You took my mate..." He snarled, head weaving back and forth as his cocks throbbed, pushing out more and more from his slit, throbbing with anxious need. "You will pay for that...with your body."

Ibushi did not quite know whether Xig was strong enough to throw him off, but the perfume sweetening the air grew in intensity, the dragon whimpering under him, though the dragon's body did not yet go limp. That was fine, all that Ibushi had expected, though the struggling dragon under him had to be pinned, had to be forced.

It did not take much, not as the wind serpent's cocks ground slickly up and over Xig's scales, seeking out the vent of the hermaphrodite, the sweetness within. For where Xig had taken Ibushi's mate and forced her to bear his offspring, Ibushi would take Xigfeldo too, making the dragon submit to him, to allow his eggs to grow in his womb, until he cared for the young of the wind serpent too.

It had not been a plan that Ibushi would have made of his own free will, some part of Xig, or at least his scent, wrapping around the serpent, coercing him into breeding the dragon even then. There was no telling which of them was truly in control - or whether the answer, actually, was neither of them - Ibushi having inhaled so much of Xig's scent and musk that he was driven mad with lust. Not having had the opportunity to breed his mate, due to his mind rebelling against him, had not helped that matter either in the slightest.

Maybe, in its own way, it was all meant to be. Though that remained to be seen...

Xigfeldo grunted, though was not entirely against it, his scales prickling intoxicatingly. So very rarely was he caught on the back foot that he didn't know what to do, pinned on his back, straining, sweeping his tail out even as more of his oil leaked from his cloaca, the scent of him flooding the air. The scent gland within his cloaca was working overtime, but Xig was no longer in control of that, not as the need within his body twisted and curled, telling him what was needed, even if his active mind might well have had something to say about that.

All it took was a single moment, that chance of hesitation, how he grunted and arched, one of those cocks sliding inside. A rush of heat flooded the dragon and the deed was done, a cock throbbing inside him, filling his passage, making him swoon, even in the twist of worry, before the might of the wind serpent.

Xig may have moaned if he had been more in control of the situation or even expecting a breeding at that time, but Ibushi was savage, moaning, biting his neck, taking the dragon's sensitive throat between his teeth. The drake was fortunate that Ibushi did not bite down as hard as he could, though it still would only have been a mating bite of passion, the wind serpent taking and claiming Xigfeldo much as the dragon had taken his partner.

An eye for an eye... A fuck for a fuck. All as it was supposed to be.

No words were spoken, not as Xig's head swirled with confusion, wanting to pull away, in part, but swooning and pushing into the contact regardless. It was not so much that his mind and body conflicted - he would have happily allowed Ibushi to fuck him if it had been at all brought up - but that it was a surprise, something that had come out of the glow of the morning when he had not been expecting it. Maybe that was what made it as intoxicating as it was, his breath catching, heaving, squirming against the might of the bulkier serpent, for he did not have much muscle or leverage to use in such a position.

Ibushi pressed dominantly down over him, thrusting and grinding savagely. Oh, he had needed for so very long to spill his seed that, now that the moment had come, it was all he could do. Thrusting and thrusting, single-minded with rampant lust, as if he had forgotten already who he was, how he had wanted to breed his mate, his partner. Yet he could not deny that the feeling of a hot, slick, wet cloaca tightening around his cock was more alluring than anything else he had ever felt, not caring how he thrust, where he thrust, only that he slammed deep.

The wind serpent had found a mate to breed and it would have to be Xig, the dragon who had taken his life partner, all in the coarse act of revenge. His tongue lashed the dragon's scales as he powered in, grinding deep, thrust after thrust claiming the dragon, pushing his second cock, the one that had not slammed into Xig's cloaca, over his scales. It was just as much necessary stimulation for him, though what the wind serpent had forgotten, in the heat of the moment, was that he had never mated with anyone before.

He shuddered, grunting, releasing the dragon's neck as Xigfeldo pulled back a little from him, his eyes wary, suspicious, though the drake's cloaca pulsed around his cock, seeming to release even more oil. It was that very oil that clung to his cock as he thrust, even drooling out over the other one, driving him on and into a frenzy.

Breed, he had to breed, there was nothing else for the wind serpent other than to fuck, to spill his seed. He may no longer have been a virgin, but that was of no concern to him as he lowered his head, pressing his face down alongside the dragon's neck, each breath raking harshly through his lungs. In the growing light of day, dawn long passed, the purple points of his body became more obvious, tail curled up so that the tip pointed proudly towards the sky, cocks throbbing in dominance.

It was his conquest, the dragon under him, and exactly why he kept grinding and humping, not knowing the rhythms of sex yet, driven entirely by instinct. Yet it was that instinct that had Xig shuddering under Ibushi too, moaning aloud, succumbing more and more to the lusts of his body, the heat within him swelling, even though he was normally quite cool to the touch.

Xigfeldo did not have the words for Ibushi, but he locked his gaze with the wind serpent, a little sultry, a little submissive, but every bit himself.

"Mmmph..."

No words, only contact, squeezing and pulling the muscles of his passage around Ibushi as the serpent caught his breath and slammed in even more forcefully. The wind serpent could only do that for so long before he could not control himself anymore, snarling and keening and whipping his head back and forth as the threat of the storm rose around him. For Ibushi was not a wind serpent only in a name, but a powerful beast, some part of Xigfeldo wondering, even then, what offspring the two of them would have together.

Xigfeldo bearing the eggs of the wind serpent...all while Narwa, the thunder serpent, bore the eggs of a dragon, a silver-black dragon.

The dragon hissed and laid his head back, heat swelling inside him, tightening, pulling, a cord that could not be broken - not by him. It took the pouring seed of the serpent to set him off, Ibushi climaxing before his mind had caught up with what was happening, the onslaught of pleasure blistering through him. Ibushi spread his wing-arms, though there was only a little of what could be called a "wing-like appendage" on them, screeching as he thrust wildly, spilling cum over Xig's scales and into him too.

From that point, there was no going back, even though Xig would not have wanted to, the winds pouring around them, winding and weaving, as if the air itself was a living entity that Ibushi could control. The dragon panted, eyes shining, revelling in breeding submission, though his orgasm too took him as his passage clenched and flexed and milked the might of the wind serpent for every drop of cum that he could possibly coax from that shaft.

It was a short orgasm, the first that Ibushi had ever had in his life, collapsing half over Xigfeldo with his head spinning, cock still jabbed up deep inside him, though Xig didn't mind that. In fact, the dragon didn't mind that at all, not as he twisted and rumbled a soft growl that was more of a purr.

"Well, well, well, I didn't think you would seek me out for something like that, Ibushi..."

The wind serpent pulled back, duly suspicious, though it was hard for him to worry too much with his cock buried somewhere hot and tight. Although he softened a little, it was not enough for his shaft to slip out, already buried up in the tight snatch that it belonged in, the dragon's body trembling lightly against him.

"It was what you deserved," he hissed, latching onto the only thing that his lust-addled mind could dredge up. "You... You took my mate."

Xigfeldo poked out his tongue, though it was a risky, daring move indeed to make.

"Is that why you have claimed me instead as yours?"

Xigfeldo moved quickly, twisting away, though it had only been said, truly, to incite another flare of dominance from the serpent. Oh, it was alluring, so very intoxicating that there was a big part of the dragon that could not get enough of it, especially as Ibushi lunged after him with a snarl.

It was all as Xigfeldo wanted it, a little more playful now that he knew the score, that no harm was coming, though the dragon was still sure that he would be able to throw off the wind serpent if need be. Of course, such was the situation as their long, sinuous bodies twisted around one another that he didn't need to test that theory, as certain was he was.

He groaned his head lying down on the ground, soft grass tickling his chin. It felt good to submit: perhaps Xig had been more dominant, too dominant, lately. That could happen, wanting to switch to another role, another side, from time to time. To have a strong, powerful body pushing over him, wrapping around so that the serpent's two cocks ground up against his slick, drooling entrance, was all that he had really needed. Role swapping was hardly something that Xig was at all averse too, though he was right, initially, to be wary of Ibushi's wrath, the raw force that the drake put into penetrating him.

But he could have more of that, he thought to himself, winding his tail around the serpent as Ibushi speared into him, his cock driving deep, feeling thicker than before. Ah, but that was because both of the serpent's cocks at once, that time, stretched out Xig's cloaca, seeking out his passage within, pulsing and throbbing as the dragon rumbled. Rolling up against Ibushi, the dragon bared his teeth in a friendly lashing of a smile, yet his heart pounded, wanting that all, wanting to be brutally fucked until he was contentedly limbless, limp and sprawled out on the ground.

Ibushi didn't know that. The serpent did not need to know. All he knew was that the dragon's musk was thicker than ever around him, his oil sinking directly into his cock with every overpowering stroke, throwing everything he had of himself into fucking the dragon. He slammed in with a feral roar, his forelegs clasping the dragon like arms, though they were dextrous enough, in Ibushi's case, that he could use them just like hands when the need called for it.

Yet that was not what he saw in that moment, not as red-hot rage curled and twisted around lust, grinding deep within the dragon's hot passage. He was barely aware of anything around them, only the scent permeating his senses, the need to fuck, the need to drive, the need to grind, to breed and to fuck and to take back, in some small way, something that was his to snap up. He'd never fucked with both cocks at once before and the waft of sensations washed over him, pounding, as if he was the one being fucked, though nothing could be changed, not even in the snarls escaping Ibushi's lips. His cocks throbbed deliciously, an intoxicating, addictive sensation that he could not give up again so easily as he pinned the dragon with his body.

Yes... Ibushi hissed, eyes blazing with need, sawing into Xigfeldo with raw, pounding need, his cocks slippery with the dragon's arousal and oil, though there was no telling where one began and the other ended, to be fair, a delectable cocktail of lust. Yes, he was stronger than the dragon, able to pin him, to hold him down, to show him exactly what it was that he had done to his mate, his savage Narwa. It was only fitting that he took the dragon in turn, winds whipping up, once again, around them, as the storm flowed with the force of his thrusts.

It was for him, all for him, though Ibushi did not realise that, even then, he was being influenced by the dragon's aphrodisiac musk, that it was wound far, far too deeply into his senses for him to ever, truly, be rid of Xigfeldo. The domination of the dragon, in its own way, would lie over both him and his mate forevermore, but perhaps, at least, he could take his payback, even in ways that he had never expected.

The serpent did not consider that it was out of sync with his usual behaviour. All he knew was that he needed it, that his jaws hung open, that he was driven with such raw, feral need that he could not hold back in the slightest. Under him, Xigfeldo twisted and arched, grinding down on his cocks, the dragon's passage massaging him with rippling pulses as Xig climaxed.

Xig knew the serpent didn't care about his orgasm, though that was even more enticing to him, what he wanted, what the more submissive part of his mind wanted, at least when he was being bred. He was going to get his orgasm one way or another anyway, especially as the serpent slammed in, pushing past the pulsing, massaging force of his inner muscles to breed him fully.

Yet Ibushi's body was too intoxicated with Xig's musk to hold off, washed into orgasm without his consent, pulled right over the edge before the serpent knew what was happening. One moment he was thrusting and the next he was roaring in climax, writhing back and forth, his head twisting, scales overrun with such pleasure that the serpent didn't even know how to contain it. Thick spurts of seed poured into the dragon's vent, but it was not enough, still not enough. Ibushi didn't know, not even then, if anything would ever be enough.

Ibushi grunted, head lowering, though he was barely aware of his orgasm ending, rolling his body into the pinned dragon, laying more of his weight over him. His tail, which was twisted tightly around Xig's, pulled urgently at Xig's body, a low growl building in the back of Ibushi's throat.

He needed it, driving his cock deep, insidious need twisting in the pit of his stomach, a physical force and pressure that could be felt. His jaws parted in a serpent's version of a smirk, dark cruelty in his eyes, relaxing his body a little - or at least the muscles that were responsible for urination...

For if Xig had marked his partner in such a way, Ibushi's twisted, lust-wrecked mind could not find any reason to not treat the dragon in the same way. He hissed as he released his bladder, a hot rush of acrid-smelling urine rushing into the dragon.

"Feel as you made Narwa feel..." He snarled, eyes narrowing with vicious glee. "Everything you did to her, I shall do to you."

Of course, Ibushi could not replicate everything that Xig had done to the thunder serpent exactly, as Narwa had not imparted every detail to him and some had been lost in snarling retellings and fights, but he could try. Lust and the heaving for revenge made him irrational, and he squeezed his body, claws digging in sharply, more tightly around Xig as the dragon struggled.

Yet the drake was not struggling, per se, but writhing in pleasure, losing himself in another orgasm as passion overtook him. Although his cocks did not need to make themselves known, not when he was being bred and penetrated, they were still there, still inside, as sensitive as his internally held testes. And everything, absolutely everything, had him pushing on, hissing and snarling, throbbing with pleasure, tipping over the edge into further delight as he relaxed as much as his body could into the serpent's grip.

Only there could he luxuriate in sensation, lusting for it, allowing it to happen. Maybe the wind serpent really would have overpowered him if he had been in his right mind too and that was even more of a delectable thought to Xig than it had any right to be. His cloaca tightened around those two cocks, though he was so wet that he could not have stopped them from grinding within, the stream of piss mixing with his oil.

If there was ever a more potent aphrodisiac to sink into the serpent's senses, it was that, curling and writhing with every frenzied, panting breath that Ibushi managed to drag into his lungs. He thrust and ground, piss squirting from him even as he was driven into a frenzy, raging and snarling, as if he had lost sense of his mind, one way or another. But it was not for Ibushi's mind to worry about for even a moment longer, not when his cocks were squeezed up against one another so tightly in the very slit he sought to destroy.

"Leave you stretched..." Ibushi snarled, heaving over Xig's body. "Leave you broken... You'll never...unff...come...fuck...find...my mate ever again!"

The last words burst from him all in a rush, as if they were stumbling over one another in their fight to be free of his lips, but Xig didn't care, not as that dominating force held him there, claws digging in hard enough to mark his scales. Fortunately, Xig was resilient enough to not be harmed in any way, though Ibushi was not to know that his body was contorting in heated enjoyment. Frankly, the serpent could not imagine the dragon enjoying it in the slightest.

That was just one of the many ways in which there lay differences between them, the dragon taking lust where it was to be found, whether he was the one on top or the one on the bottom. To him, it did not matter. But he could have what he wanted, greedily milking the serpent's seed from him as, without the wind serpent even realising it, he climaxed all over again, ejaculating inside Xig, as if there was hardly any separation between one climax and the next. They just kept coming, one after the other, snarling and heaving, the serpent increasingly blazed with passion.

But the dragon encouraged that, deliberately forcing out more and more of his oil, letting it mix with the sloppy cocktail of fluids within his cloaca, drooling out around every thrusting grind of Ibushi's twin dicks. Somehow, they had ended up on their sides during the lustful encounter, though Xig lusciously clenched his passage around the pressure, wanting more, always craving more. He had to have it and he knew how to take what was his, time after time again, the serpent's body relieving itself of yet another orgasm.

Pleasure. Passion.

Really, that was all that mattered... Surely?

No one was going to tell them otherwise, not as Ibushi snarled, hot washes of breath tickling Xigfeldo's neck, the old bite mark that the wind serpent had laid there cooling. It would have been more intoxicating to Xig if the bite had drawn a touch of blood, marking him forever, but, alas, that was not to be. Such things only usually entered the dragon's mind when he was in a deeply submissive state of mind, though that was not something that often happened to him. That was why it was so luxurious, feeling as if he could give up that control, even if Ibushi was a wild card, a serpent who could have spiralled out of control at a moment's notice. As caught up in lust as Ibushi was, however, Xig didn't think that there was anything to worry about there.

But he longed for the moment, writhing and twisting, letting Ibushi bear down even more heavily over him, though Xig was only cheekily playing at struggling and fighting back. He growled and rolled his tail and hind end back against the serpent, enticing him to fuck him harder, his cloaca so wet, so slick, that it was impossible to tell what was drooling out of him at that time. It might have been cum, it might have been his oily essence, it might have been urine, but it didn't matter to him.

All he needed was that strong body, rippling with muscle, the wind serpent so often in a state of flight when he was not slumbering, lean and powerful. Oh, he was a good fuck too, even though it was Ibushi's technical first time, many orgasms inside Xigfeldo giving him experience as morning leeched into noon, the sun rising higher and higher in the sky.

They changed position at some point, Xigfeldo pressed up against a tree, shaking cherry blossoms, which had not yet loosened from the flowers, free in a pink petal storm. He reached back, facing the serpent who was pounding him, claws digging into the bark of the tree, though it was mostly him propped up against it. He didn't have the flexibility in his legs to reach back behind him at such an angle with all four at once, slightly twisted, his tail swinging around the base of the tree for a little more leverage.

He had to hold on, had to steady himself, for the wind serpent was a force of nature, pounding into him, snarling, drool splattering from his jaws. It was as if Ibushi had become increasingly feral through their fucking liaisons, stroke after stroke of his cock pounding home, driving deep, sinking right up where it belonged. Sometimes there was only one cock inside Xig, breeding him, and sometimes there were two, though it didn't matter to the dragon. As long as he had something inside him, sending his heart into flips and his vent into succulent clenches, he was more than happy with his situation.

The wind serpent did not know, did not care. He was too lost in feral breeding need, infatuated, not understanding, even as noon eased softly into the afternoon, the day slipping by without the two of them in mating, to know what he was, who he was. Even then, Narwa was not in his mind, even though he was technically cheating on his mate, exactly as he had excused her of cheating on him.

He growled, pressing in almost sensually to nuzzle into Xig's neck. It could have been sensual for both, if circumstances had been different. But maybe it was everything it needed to be as the serpent slammed in viciously, a spray of mixed fluids splattering from the dragon's cloaca with every rampant thrust. The wind serpent slammed into him as if there was no return, having lost track of how many times he had spent his load inside the dragon, though there seemed to be something in the dragon's oil too that made him more virile, able to cum again and again without needing anything near as much of a rest.

But he wasn't thinking of that, not as he drove into the dragon, sliding back down to the grass from the tree trunk, pinning one of Xig's feet to the side with his claws, hissing deeply. There were no words to be spent between them, only needy groans and arches of the body, Xig trying to roll up to meet Ibushi. The wind serpent was barely even holding down the dragon anymore, pressing two cocks inside him at once, his twin shafts throbbing eagerly. With every pulse, they spilt more and more pre-cum, though there was hardly any difference between that and semen anymore, not with the sheer volume that he had pumped into the dragon.

The huge volume of cum and other bodily fluids had inflated the dragon's lower stomach slightly, showing a light bulge there, as if Xig was already growing eggs inside him. Whether the dragon would bulge that much with eggs or not was something that would be seen later.

Slowing the pace of his thrusts, Ibushi, very dimly, became aware that the day was wearing on, that the light had changed, though the wind tickling his scales was cooling, lightening, easing the tease of tension in his body. Ibushi grunted, dipping his nose, long, slower strokes of his cock powering into the dragon, though there was still a deep sense of claiming with every deep stroke of his cock.

All as it was meant to be, all as it should have been. Well, maybe not on the second point, considering that Ibushi had left his mate behind without even mating with her to chase down Xig, but they were as right as they possibly could be. The wind serpent slipped down, lower and lower, over the dragon's body, pressing close to him.

Every part of the serpent's body eased down against Xig, so that there was no telling where one beast began and the other came to be. They wrapped around and around one another, as if they were both serpents undulating, twisting and coiling in lust, Ibushi even driven to release yet another jet of urine straight into the dragon's cloaca. That time, however, might have been because he didn't want to pull out to relieve himself, forced to address the needs of his body as the thick, earthen musk of Xig mixed with something floral, something that had his eyelids heavier and heavier, sweetening the moment more than it had any right to be.

It was the right place to be, under the wind serpent, tightening his tail around Ibushi's so that the serpent could not pull away. He grunted, shuddering luxuriously, the deep shiver ploughing through him, every muscle in his body growing increasingly loose, his cloaca sloppy and yet his passage as tight as it ever had been. It would take a lot more than a randy wind serpent, as muscular as Ibushi was, to wreck his vent as so many before had tried to do. Though it could be interesting to see with an even larger partner...

But not that time. That time was just his taking by the wind serpent, the serpent who had left his mate in the cave, heavy with Xig's eggs and perhaps even laying them right there and then. Neither considered it, not as Xig took every thrust, cocks slipping inside him, though he made a concentrated effort to keep the twin shafts inside him, together, whenever he was in his right mind enough to do so.

And so it was until they collapsed, spent in the warming pulse of the afterglow, one that lured both dragon and serpent into sleep.

After all they had done, they would need it...

*

Ibushi blinked slowly, lifting his head. When had it become nightfall? It did not seem as if so much time had passed, yet every muscle in his body ached terribly. He grunted softly, a low groan rising from the back of his throat, yet even that sound came out raspy and raw, as if it was not really part of him in any real way.

"What..."

He swung his head slowly back and forth, taking in the softly slumbering form of the dragon before him, cum splattered over his scales, even marking the serpent's own lower stomach and sections of its tail. The heady aroma of male seed, thick and intoxicating, mingled with something sharper, something that bit at his nostrils... Urine? That didn't make sense, though the wind serpent remembered that he had been hunting Xigfeldo, the dragon who had taken his mate, and that was definitely him lying on the ground with twilight falling around them.

Memories came back to him, bit by bit. Silver-black scales pushing up against his body. His jaws sinking luxuriously into the dragon's neck. How that vent had felt tight and pulsing around his cocks, pressed up together, so tight, so slick.

Oh no...

_ _

The dragon's scent, so very much of it, how his musk had laid down a scent trail that he'd followed, yet must have twisted his mind more than he'd realised. He'd never meant to fuck him! But it had felt good, leaving his body sore and warm in a good way, curled around the dragon as if he was protecting Xig as he might have done his mate.

The wind serpent may not have known quite what to think about what he had done to the dragon, but there was little else to be done for it, now that the deed was done. The bone-deep satisfaction thrumming through him was difficult to set aside, even as his mind reeled in disgust at the fact that he had spent time, supposedly willingly, touching and breeding the dragon. For, even then, his seed had to have been working up deep inside, ensuring there was no possible way that they could part their liaison without a pregnancy taking. Maybe even multiple... Who knew what the dragon's body was capable of?

Ibushi clenched his jaw, a muscle jumping in the corner, emotions in turmoil. What was done was done, forever tied to the dragon, even if that had never been his intention, not while he'd been hunting him.

Taking his revenge had not exactly panned out the way the wind serpent had wanted it to...