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** ** Eric continued down the beaten path before veering off to his left. Considering the amount of green foliage on the ground, this portion of the forest looked to be barely travelled if at all. The late afternoon spring air was still warm from the sun's effort throughout the day, as such, Eric had nothing on him but some light clothing and his backpack. Within his backpack were a few notebooks, pencils, among other scholarly things. He even had a frisbee tucked away in one of the larger pockets from his time throwing with friends on the quad while still on campus. Not that it really mattered now since he was out in the forest alone.

Coming out to the forest after the day's classes was nothing new for Eric. He found that being out in nature was a very peaceful place to study, and it helped him take his mind off of the other stresses of being a student. Typically, he would wander another half mile down the trail to a site with a few picnic tables where he did the bulk of his studying, but today he really just wanted to explore; and he chose this forest to explore for a very particular reason.

A few years ago, after some company released a heavily researched and just a generally well documented report overall about the discovery of dragons, the global view of dragons shifted overnight from myth to fact. It took a little while longer for people to come to accept that this was the new reality, especially because there were some incidents where people reported sentience and even communication between the two species. Now today, humans and dragons share the world, albeit both species tend to keep strictly to their own, rarely integrating into each other's lives. Still, it has reached the point where humans are doing anything they can to learn more about these formerly mythical creatures. So much so that Eric's university is offering Dracology, the study of dragons, as an elective course.

The course is still quite new, and the curriculum is always changing as dragons in general are still relatively unknown compared to other well-known species like foxes, rabbits, sea turtles, and many, many more. But as a zoology freak like himself, how could he refuse to take such a course? Unfortunately for Eric, with his final project rapidly approaching in the coming month, he found all the material he needed to learn to be nothing but overwhelming. They had already covered behavioral patterns, draconic culture, some of the draconic language, and most of the anatomy. Next week the class is supposed to go over the reproductive systems, followed by the mechanisms that allow for the trademark fire-breathing attribute almost all that fall within the draconic genus possess. The former Eric had already begun reading about it in an attempt to better prepare for the coming lectures. After that, it was onto the final report.

The final report was not what Eric had expected. It was a personal research paper that required the student to find a relatively unknown or perhaps misunderstood aspect about dragons, research it, write a report, and of course to present your findings. Eric recalled that one student from a class above him had their findings added into the learning objectives of the course when they had taken the class. Something about the skeletal structure of their wings. Eric didn't care enough to recall any other details. What Eric had his sights on for the project was the habitation patterns of dragons. Caves were widely accepted as the norm, but were there other cases?

As mentioned, Eric came to this forest for a specific reason. That reason being that there were genuine documented sightings of dragons in the same forest he walked in now. These sightings were over a year old now, so he wasn't expecting to find a dragon, not that he was hoping to come face to face with one. But he did have confidence that he could find remnants that suggested a dragon had been present. He hoped that finding relics of formerly lived in areas of interest that hinted a dragon had lived there at some point could really drive home his report. Eric didn't know exactly what he was looking for. He figured he'd know it when he saw it, whatever it may be. He pulled his dracology notebook from his bag, a spiraled ring notebook with a blank cover; he never was the expressive type. He kept it in hand should he need to write down any observations.

As Eric paced deeper into the forest, he made sure to keep his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings for any points of interest. Eric walked for 20 minutes or so with no luck before realizing he had accidentally made a loop and had returned to the trail, though it wasn't precisely the same spot, just some point along the main path. After a brief pause to consider which direction to turn next, he chose to walk towards where he knew a river flowed; it was perhaps a mile walk. Again, this portion of the forest was untraveled which added some difficulty to the trek, but Eric was unperturbed by such a thing.

The journey to the river took just about 15 minutes, by that point the vegetation cleared and gave way to a flat outcropping littered with various rocks and boulders. All of which combined to make up the stony shoreline of the river. Eric quickly realized that his efforts in researching his project had transitioned into an afternoon hike paired with rest and relaxation. He idly stared at the frivolous flow of water, disappointed he hadn't yet found anything of value.

At least it is pretty. Eric thought to himself.

Eric wrote down a hasty recreation of the path he took to get to the river in the back of his notebook so he could return in the future if he wanted to. He readied to turn around back to the path as he still had other things he could be getting done if his efforts today in the forest were going to be wasted; but as he did, his eyes coincidentally caught a glimpse of a rather massive outcropping of stone. Eric was surprised how he missed the landmark initially as it stuck out like a sore thumb having now noticed it. It looked like it sat along the shoreline, or perhaps a few hundred feet inland. He couldn't really tell how far in the distance it was, the base of it was protected by the tree line.

Now that's certainly a point of interest. Eric smiled, perhaps not all was lost.

Eric walked the shoreline towards the landmark. Upon closer inspection, the structure was merely an oversized cliff face. Still, it was the most unique thing he'd seen all day. If the formation turned out to be a bust, he'd cut his losses for the day. Eventually the river narrowed enough to where Eric could walk its width without fear of soaking himself. He removed his socks and shoes and braved the water. The water was certainly cold, but luckily this portion of the river only went up to his knees. After a few keen foot placements, he found himself on the other side of the river, and now just a quarter mile from the cliff. He kicked away the water on his legs and geared back up to finish his unexpected hike.

Within a minute, the base of the structure came into view. Its scale was much more impressive up close than from where he was initially. If the water weren't so shallow, this would be one hell of a place to go cliff jumping. Eric observed the formation for anything irregular that stood out. Nothing out of the ordinary from what he could see at this point. He walked the circumference of its base to the side that was previously unknown to him. Almost on cue as he rounded a bend, the natural rock wall suddenly gave way to a grand entrance of a cave.

Now we're talking! Eric amused himself.

The cave was unique in the fact that it almost looked like it was hollowed out from the cliff face, as if a ginormous bite was taken out of the rock. From what Eric could see, nothing of value would be found while at surface level, as the cave itself quickly descended below the Earth. The light from the sun shone most of the way in, leaving Eric's shadow cast against the slanted rock. He took his first step into the cavern, already he could feel his excitement rising.

The first hundred feet or so were relatively uneventful. Gradually sloping stone encased by grand rock formation on all sides that were still visible in the sun's light. The stone was dark grey and mostly jagged, there were only a few smooth portions apart from the stone floor. The natural pathway split into a few directions, but only one was large enough that Eric found potentially realistic for a dragon. Eric himself could fit through them all, but he continued down the larger bend as opposed to the others. By now the sun's light could no longer offer Eric enough aid to where he could see. He paused, setting his bag down. After opening a zipper pocket and relying on touch, he found his keychain that had a small flashlight attachment bound to it. He had to set out a few items in the process such as his notebook to get to the flashlight, but once he did, he immediately clicked it on. He noticed the pathway continued deeper, past where the light from his flashlight could reach.

With his excitement still at an all-time high, he forgot to pack up his things and pick up his bag, leaving it at the conjunction of pathways.

Eric followed the tunnel for perhaps a minute or two when he reached a long straightaway. The straight-line path was also massive in terms of width and height. Eric felt as if he were standing in the halls of some great but long forgotten castle.

Something chattered at some point far behind Eric as he continued exploring. Or was that a loose rock falling against the stone?

He hastily turned and shone his very small flashlight down the cave.

Nothing. At least nothing he could see within the light cone of his flashlight.

Eric took in a breath and continued deeper. After perhaps another 100 feet of cautious steps he made out a faint light source where the straightaway finally turned. Eric was thankful he'd finally be leaving the pure blackness that was this portion of the cave system while also nervous about what lay ahead.

Typically, caves don't produce light.

Eric reached the bend where he could see the beginnings of the light source. There were a few small openings in the rock that led into the sky. This of course meant that Eric was simply seeing the natural light that poured into the cave.

This looks like a cool spot. Eric thought to himself.

Still within the hallway, something else caught Eric's attention. It sounding like… breathing? Eric felt his heart twinge in both excitement and nervousness. Something besides him was in this cave no doubt.

Eric poked his head fully around the bend this time; his breath caught in his throat. The well-lit room allowed plenty of light for Eric to clearly see the occupant of the cave. In the middle of the cavern was a resting dragon. The cavern was large enough to where the dragon was still many yards away from him, still, he did not need to be close to make out some of its details, its size looked ungodly. The dragon was a sandy brown color and sprawled out along the stony floor. Its massive wingspan blanketed the cave floor as its head rested atop them. It had a few horns jutting out of its head. Eric imagined it had a few more, but they were likely smaller.

I must write this down! Eric's mind raced. He couldn't believe how lucky he'd gotten.

Eric looked away from the dragon for a moment while felt around his shoulders looking for the arm straps of his backpack, they were not there. He quickly realized he had left his backpack near the entrance of the cave.

Damnit… Stupid! Eric berated himself. How could he be so foolish?

Eric did a once over himself, checking if he had anything on him where he might be able to make a note. Eric already knew he wouldn't, but he desperately wished he did.

Eric snapped into focus as again he again heard this funky chittering sound behind him. This time also a fair bit louder. Eric shone his flashlight, once more there wasn't anything noticeable. Eric began to get a bad feeling. Maybe I should get out of here before I become a missing persons case.

Disappointed, Eric looked back up to observe the dragon. It was still resting… but now with open eyes! Eric froze as its golden irises burned into his own. He had found himself in a staring contest with a dragon! Shit! He had to stay calm.

Eric remained motionless as did the dragon. Eric figured if he made no sudden moves, he could slowly back away around the bend. He began taking slow deliberate steps. The dragon did not seem to care about Eric's movements, it continued to lie with its head down while it simply stared.

Just as he lost sight of the sandy colored dragon, Eric accidentally backed himself into a wall, startling himself. He turned to find the straightaway from before. Curiously though, the wall that Eric expected to see was not one made of rock. Eric had no clue what he was looking at, he only knew that in the dim lighting it was just about as black as the cave itself.

Eric looked upwards to see two silver dots positioned above him. His flashlight did very little in helping determine what those silver dots were, especially when Eric dropped his flashlight from the shock of seeing them. As Eric's flashlight fell to the ground, those silver dots disappeared into the surrounding blackness.

There were a few moments of eerie silence as Eric held his breath. After a few seconds, Eric heard this intake of air that didn't belong to him, and something crashed over his waist. All in an instance Eric was swept from his feet, and any control Eric had over the situation was entirely lost.

Eric struggled to make sense of what was happening as he was still shrouded in darkness. His heart raced while he tried to free himself from his hidden binds but to no avail. Whatever had a hold of him was well beyond the strength he could muster. He was also some place warmer than the cave as his legs still felt cool in the open air.

Eric also felt something brush through his hair. It left his hair feeling heavy as if it were dunked in water. Eric made the rather obvious realization that the reflective eyes from just before must've belonged to a dragon. Eric formed a much grimmer epiphany based upon his surroundings; I'm in its mouth!

Eric kicked hard against the assumed dragon, he felt it release its grasp on him as he fell onto a combination of grass and stone.

Eric was only given enough free time to roll onto his back before he was pressed into the stone and plant matter by a gigantic paw. Now Eric could see his captor clearly, or captors rather. Two dragons towered over him.

Wyverns actually, since their arms were attached to their wings. Not that it mattered in this moment, but the dracology part of him made the distinction.

The one directly above and pinning him to the ground was tan colored while another one stood off to the side. It was a very dark shade of grey.

With the wyvern's foot pressed into his legs and two long digits with equally long talons at his sides, escaping was an impossibility. This fact did not stop Eric from struggling as the instinct was overwhelming. He tried to kick out, but his legs wouldn't budge. When using his arms to push against his captor, the beast didn't even flinch. In fact, it just held a look of disappointment.

Its jaws parted, “Svabol tir yth tir?" Its voice was deep and powerful. It looked like a casual statement, yet the words carried throughout the cave easily. The tan-colored wyvern looked over to the grey one. The grey wyvern simply looked over Eric before turning back to the other wyvern. They grey wyvern prepared to speak. “Kii re wux vorqir sva ve? Si tir ti vucot." This voice was even deeper than the first wyvern.

The sandy wyvern growled briefly (not at Eric, but rather the grey wyvern) before speaking once more, “Yth zklaen tir creolnali. Vorq svanoa tesantamaso jaci vorqic!" The two wyverns looked at Eric in unison. Eric had a bad feeling. Despite leaning a few draconic words, his practice was anything but refined. Their speed and pronunciation while speaking left him completely clueless and unable to pick up on the conversation. The grey wyvern looked to frown, “Jaci zklaen siofme yth re gethrisjir ekess amid jacion."

The wyverns looked at each other. Eric felt he needed to draw their attention away to whatever it was they were planning. He remembered a simple draconic greeting, translating to hello in English. “Ava'yorn!" Eric said the statement far from the casual nature one might expect during a greeting, but he felt desperate at this point.

The two wyverns looked back at Eric as soon as the word left his lips.

The grey wyvern held a wary facial expression as it said a single word, “Halkivir."

The grey wyvern leaned in close as it studied him more intently than before, Eric tried to scoot away while under the tan wyvern's paw but to no avail. He found more words trying to escape his throat. “Are you going to hurt me?" His voice was pleading.

The wyvern backed away, shared a glance with the brown one, then returned its focus back to Eric. Its jaws parted, “That depends, if you don't have a problem with us, then we have no problem with you…" The wyvern paused to let Eric take in the shock of it speaking English. Eric swallowed. The tan wyvern chimed in, “That of course begs the question, do you have a problem with us?"

The correct answer was obvious, still Eric found himself hesitant, eventually he was able to muster the courage to speak, “I do not."

The grey wyvern blinked, momentarily eclipsing its silver eyes, and nodded. “Very well." With its statement concluded, the paw that held him to the rock suddenly yielded. The tan wyvern backed away letting its hind leg return to a more traditional position before offering an extended talon. It looked to Eric that the wyvern was offering to help him get upright. Eric grabbed the cream-colored protrusion and in one swift motion he was standing again. The grey wyvern at his side spoke, “Forgive us for using our strength against you, we needed to be sure of your intentions."

Eric took a moment to dust himself off and straighten his hair. He turned to observe his immediate surroundings. Just endless rock and two wyverns were all that joined him. Eric noticed the two wyverns stood between him and the only exit from the room he found himself in. Despite no longer being held under a paw, he still felt very trapped.

Eric studied their frames. They were no doubt massive, both looked to be well over 100 feet long, perhaps even pushing 120. As mentioned, both were clearly wyverns as their wings were attached to their forearms. The tan-colored wyvern had many small horns that lined its facial features that faded into a pair of frills that ran along each side of its spine and along the sides of its tail. The grey wyvern also had horns along its face, but there were fewer at a larger size. Both wyverns had two large horns at the back of their skulls, nearly identical to one another. The grey wyvern did not appear to have frills, but it did have a single row of spikes line its spine down to its tail. The rest of their features matched too closely to be obviously distinguishable. Long thick tails that met up even larger thighs. Both aspects of their body were clearly all muscle. Their underbellies were slender, but quickly engorged by the time it reached their distended chests. Eric recalled from his studies that wyverns' chests needed to be disproportionately large to help support them during flight. Their heavily armored chests faded into softer scales that lined their sturdy necks.

Eric found a reoccurring theme in both wyverns… raw power.

As Eric's studying came full circle, the grey wyvern spoke aloud. “Now that tensions are resolved; I suppose introductions are in order. “My name is Altais, and this is my mate Eltanin." The tan-colored wyvern, Eltanin, nodded. Eltanin picked up where its mate left off, “And what might your name be?" Eltanin's head was angled slightly, like a dog's would be when confused or curious.

With the demeanor of the setting now relaxed, Eric found no issues in trying to converse with the two. “My name is Eric." Eric also figured Altais was male, and Eltanin was female based on the fact they were mates, and the difference in their voices. Still, he wouldn't put money into it and did not wish to assume too hastily.

Altais took a step forward, “So Eric, what are you doing in our nest?"

“Eric looked between them and swallowed, “I'm sorry, I didn't think I'd find an actual dragon out here, let alone two!"

Eltanin spoke, “How lucky you are then." The wyvern's statement ended with a toothy smile, leaving Eric slightly unnerved. Eric saw Altais snap his jaws at Eltanin, “Don't do that you're scaring him." Eltanin's eyes rolled as a faint frown found its muzzle. Altais returned to face Eric, “Don't mind my mate, she's very playful at the moment…" Eric's hesitant assumption was correct, Eltanin was female. Altais continued, “…Just relax Eric, we're not angry. We typically avoid humans and have gotten quite good at doing so; we're just surprised that's all. So why are you here?"

Eric didn't sense a threat, still he chose his words carefully, “I came out here to explore and relax." A safe response no doubt.

Altais seemed to take a moment to take in Eric's response. “Hmmm, while not a lie, not the whole truth either. Perhaps there is something related to your little book you wish to share? You seem to know a great deal about us dragons. I sense our little encounter here was no chance meeting."

Eric found goosebumps creeping over his neck, how did it know about his notebook? Again, he found himself in uncertain territory. Eltanin cheerfully made her way into the conversation, “Oh there's more to it? Do tell." Her words were unnecessarily sultry. Eric saw no reason not to be transparent in his current situation, “I study dragons." He assured them. The two wyverns for the most part remained expressionless; it was clear to Eric they wanted more than three words. Eric babbled on, “I'm learning about dragons: your culture, language, behavior, as much as I possibly can."

Altais's neck curled into a s-shape as the wyvern stood a bit taller, “I see, so you were hoping to find a dragon who could tell you everything you ever wished to know?"

While Eric hadn't thought of the idea, it certainly was a great one. It would make his final project much easier. Plus, how many have had a direct source while studying dragons, better yet, two direct sources! Eric unconsciously spawned a sly smile, “Are you offering?"

Altais smiled toothily, then followed up with an uncontrollable bellow. Eric had never seen a dragon laugh, and it did not disappoint. The ground beneath Eric shook as the wyvern struggled to keep composure. Eventually the wyvern calmed down, but not before Eltanin shook her head and rolled her eyes in disappointment. Eric had not intended the statement to be humorous, but it most definitely was for Altais. The formerly laughing wyvern blinked a few times before speaking, “I like you Eric, you're funny."

Eric had not expected that, “Thanks?"

“Don't mention it, your thanks are not required…" Altais informed. The grey wyvern waited a moment before speaking again, “…You said you studied our language; do you know it?"

“I know some words, and a few select phrases, but I could not follow what was being said earlier; so, no." Eric replied.

“One moment please." Altais told Eric. The grey colored wyvern then turned to its mate and began speaking in draconic, “Si tepoha vin ulhyrr mrith hesi z'ar ehtaha sune."

Eltanin stood a moment in thought before speaking, “Ui coi svabol si siofme coi ui?"

Altais nodded in affirmation, “Axun, si siofme hesi pal'voyenu tepohaic xkhat throdenilt diwhaf loupon coi jalyur ui."

Eltanin's eyes narrowed as she smiled, “Svabol tir wux tepoha persvek ricin?" While Eric could not understand, her words again were sultry.

Altais continued, “Vi epioy youwei, irral si tuor jacion ekess petranaswin wux." Altais crept in close to Eltanin.

Eltanin curled her neck as he came closer, “Kagh svabol zahae wux?"

Altais paused just by her neck, “Di ekmiv jaci geou petranaswin ve, oli throdeniltivi, si tuor ekess kiwieg jacion crodr wux we'thon yth rumag." Altais's words were slow and enunciated. The grey wyvern offered the tan wyvern a slow lock across her neck. Eltanin melted into the tongue.

Eric felt slightly perturbed watching the events that unfolded in front of him. Still, he remained quiet, respecting their authority. Eltanin spoke, “Yth geou petranaswin jacion persvek rannox, axun? coi ui ergriff ilthyeo."

By now the wyverns' eyes were closed. Altais spoke after a long inhale of air, “Di ekmiv, batobot ui svanoa yth itrewic jacion ekess iaco." The wyverns had closed the distance fully between one another, their necks had curled around the others. After a moment the two finally pulled away, at this point Altais spoke in a whisper, Eric could not hear what was being said. Not like he would've understood it anyways.

After the two shared their secrets, they returned to their attentive postures, it was clear they were ready to speak to him again. Altais broke the ice, “I'll tell you what Eric, you've wandered into our nest at a very opportune time."

“I have?" Eric queried.

“Quite, and I believe we have the opportunity to both get what we want." Altais responded.

Eric's eyes narrowed, “I'm listening."

Altais began to pace closer to Eric, “I'm going to give you a choice of sorts. Considering your studies of our kind, I take it you know what being in heat means?"

The question was asked so nonchalantly, Eric was certain he had misheard, “S-sorry?"

The grey wyvern smiled, “My mate, she's in heat."

Eric quietly gasped. He had heard correctly, “What are you asking of me?"

Altais performed what looked similar to that of a shrug, “Based on your reaction, I think you already know."

Eric took a hard swallow, “You're asking me to assist your mate with her heat… aren't you?"

Altais nodded, “Don't worry, I'll be there to help. But yes, among other things."

Eric couldn't believe what he was hearing. They wanted him to perform sex acts!? The two wyverns stared at him intently, eagerly awaiting what he had to say. “And… the other option?"

Altais turned to Eltanin, it seemed it was her turn to speak. “You leave, simple as that. We all pretend this meeting never happened, and you promise to never return. I will say, should one of us find you in our territory, I cannot guarantee the same courtesy you receive now." Eltanin's words were stern.

Never return? To the cave, the forest? How expansive was their territory? Surely this was all a joke, right?

_ _ “Surely there is some kind of sort of middle ground?" Eric was essentially begging for there to be.

Altais stood tall with a flat expression, “Sure. If we can't reach an agreement, I'll just eat you." The wyvern's words were not reassuring. Altais spawned a smile and turned to Eltanin, “Only joking, my mate will eat you."

Eric stared at Eltanin, she smiled toothily and licked her lips. As Eric recovered from the horror of their words, he asked a question in a quivering voice, “Just so I understand, I either leave?... Or be raped or killed?" As Eric's words left his lips Eltanin turned her head curiously, and Altais to his side frowned.

“I said neither of those things. We're dragons, not monsters." Altais assured Eric, he sounded hurt by what had been said.

Eltanin backed her mate, “My mate said fun, not torture. We are giving you a choice, and we would never force you to do anything you do not wish."

“Though we do hope you'll be open minded should you agree, you'd be very well rewarded afterwards of course." Altais informed Eric, no longer seeming upset.

Eltanin picked up where her mate left off, smiling deviously, “And this award we speak of is not simply the answers to your questions, though you'd get that as well."

“So, my mammalian friend, what will it be?" Altais asked.

Eric's head was spinning from the rapid-fire onslaught of questions and statements. Each one was a unique consecutive blow that left him mentally staggered. The wyverns seemed to sense his mental exhaustion.

Eltanin crept in close to Eric, just a few paces away, “If it makes the decision any easier. I can assure you that while in our company, no harm will come to you."

“You have our word, and who knows, you may even come to like our suggestions." Altais reassured Eric.

“I uh-…" Eric started. His head was still spinning. This was insane, but at the same time this was truthfully the opportunity of a lifetime. He could get the answers to all his questions answered right here right now. Then again, the asking price was unheard of, Eric was certain he was going to be defiled if he agreed. He was torn, and still not thinking straight.

“Yes?" Eric said. Did I just say… yes?

“That doesn't sound very confident, are you sure?" Altais asked.

“We need you to be absolutely certain before we proceed, we are not going to take advantage of you." Eltanin added.

Eric's mind was empty save one thought, I have more to gain than I do to lose in this deal. “Yes. As you put it, I'm ready to participate in some… fun."

“Great! I have the utmost confidence that by the end of this we will all be satisfied with our choices." Altais replied emphatically. The wyvern turned to Eltanin, “Gethrisj lapiet vhira, yth geou qe svern qeelak." Eltanin nodded before turning her focus towards someplace behind Eric. Altais walked to Eric, “First order of business, you'll have to do away with these." the wyvern said while poking a talon into Eric's frame. Eric got the hint that Altais was talking about his clothes.

“Already?" Eric was quickly becoming overwhelmed at their superior paces.

As Eltanin trudged past Eric, she offered a passing remark, “Why not already?" As she made her long strides, her passing tail slithered against his side. Her frills ran along his torso all the way from their thick base to the slender tip of her tail. Eric turned as the tail slightly cupped his abdomen. From there he came into view of a timely raised tail, exposed underbelly, and a smiling wyvern. Eric quickly turned away, but her teasing had already gotten the best of him. The sight of her draconic slit had quickly seared into his eyes.

Altais laughed, “It'll make the whole process easier for all of us. Plus, you're the only one in clothing here, how is that fair to us?"

Eric shook away his distraction, his mind was running on autopilot at this point. He took a breath and swallowed his pride. He threw his shirt over his head and tossed his shoes aside. “That's the spirit!" Altais cheered. Following that were his socks and shorts, and of course his boxers. He did hesitate before removing the latter though, but soon finished the job upon hearing a chuff emit from the grey wyvern in front of him. As he stood upright after pulling his legs from the leg holes, the grey wyvern was already dangerously close.

Eric was greeted by Altais's snout just a mere foot from his frame. Eric could feel the stifling air eject from the wyvern's flared nostrils. No doubt Altais was gathering his scent. Eric traced Altais's eyes as the wyvern looked over his frame, they darted frantically as Altais studied him. Eventually Eric heard the wyvern's lips smack just before he saw a blood red appendage snaking from its jaws “Alright, alright, that's plenty of exploring right now." Eric pressed away Altais's enlarged muzzle before the tongue could reach him.

Altais frowned a moment before speaking, “You're right, we should not keep my mate waiting any longer, raise your arms above your head."

While hesitant, Eric did as the wyvern commanded. The wyvern parted its jaws and moved slowly as not to alarm Eric. When its lips reached his forearms, they clamped down, sealing away his hands within Altais's jaw. While nervous, he trusted the wyvern. Tension reached his shoulders as Eric was lifted into the air. The wyvern then turned and walked in the direction that Eltanin had gone. While Altais paced, Eric's hands were quickly coated in saliva as he could feel the wyvern's tongue tickling his hands. He did not resist, as he did not wish for Altais to drop him. A few seconds later, the wyvern's strides halted, and Eric was dropped onto a… sandy colored floor? Upon regaining contact with the ground, Eric realized it was the wing membrane of Eltanin. Eric turned away from Altais and towards Eltanin.

Eric was entirely surprised when he was met not with the head of a dragon, but a closeup of a very exposed dragon groin. Eltanin was lying on her side with spread apart legs. Eric froze while his face immediately reddened as he came face to face with the slightly partitioned sex of the tan-colored wyvern.

What have I gotten into?

From what Eric could see, her interior possessed a natural pink hue. Even in the dim conditions of the cave, her sex glistened with her arousal. Her lust for what presumably lay ahead was further expressed by the visible crest her underside made. The fine scales had formed a sizeable mound around her draconic lips.

“Yearning for a closer look?" Altais asked from Eric's side.

Eric didn't realize he had been blankly staring at Eltanin's underside for an extended amount of time until Altais brought him back to reality.

“Huh?"

Altais snickered through his teeth. He offered a talon out to Eric, “Here."

Eric cautiously grabbed ahold of the wyvern's opposable thumb as he was lifted up and swiftly placed atop Eltanin's inner thigh. Eric quickly fell to his knees and placed his palm into Eltanin's abdomen as a means to keep his balance. Already the air seemed to warm, and Eric noticed a pang of musk when breathing in through his nose. Eric crinkled his nose in response to the scent, not because it was foul, just initially unfamiliar; as a matter of fact, Eric found it quite pleasing. Eric could best describe the smell as a cross between patchouli and sandalwood. The piquant fragrance lingered in his nostrils long after he exhaled.

“Intoxicating, isn't it?"

Eric watched as the grey wyvern positioned its head and muzzle between Eltanin's thighs just a few feet ahead of Eric before sucking in a heavy breath and flicking the tip of its tongue across the finely scaled lips.

The act of passion from Altais quickly forced a reaction out of Eltanin. Her leg where Eric kneeled shifted, causing him to flail momentarily before steadying. From overhead, where Eltanin's other leg cut into the air, Eric could see her paw extending then flexing back again.

“I was going to say intimidating." Eric responded sheepishly.

Altais's eyes trailed past Eric onto something behind him, Eric turned his head. Eltanin's neck had made semi-circle as she placed her oversized head at Eric's side close enough to where she could establish eye contact, “There's no need to be intimidated."

Eric was nudged a step forward by Eltanin's muzzle. Eric stepped with the push until he came to rest only arm's length away from the scaled lips, he knelt so the meter-long slit sat at chest height. Eric watched as Eltanin's muzzle backed away until it became hidden behind her protruded chest. Altais's head filled in the void left by Eltanin on his opposite side.

Eric cleared his throat of the flowery and wooden scent, “Uh, where should I begin?"

“Wherever you see fit." Altais replied.

Eric nodded his understanding, though he still felt his insides twinging from anxiousness. Rightfully so in Eric's mind, how can they expect me to do this, there is so much dragon to please.

Eric drew an arm to the scales that surrounded her cave. The warmth radiating from her groin quickly heated his hands upon contact. Little electric impulses rippled through his fingers and into his palm as Eltanin's muscular groin reacted to his touch. While Eric continued to shift his hand along the fine scales, he couldn't help but take notice of the lack of depth in the scales themselves. Eric could visually tell there were scales there, but they had become so small and insignificant that Eric could hardly feel any form of resistance in his touch. Their composition resembled skin more than scales at this point. Running his hand along them felt akin to sliding his hand over silk, living silk in this case. The new experience helped distract Eric from his daunting task.

Eventually his hands traced their way towards her upper lip (Relative to Eric, Eltanin is laying on her side). Her vent acted as if it had been waiting for his touch. Her muscular lips already began to stir even before his fingers crested the mound created by their natural shape. Eric marveled at the shifting muscle in front of his face, already her heat was showing in the form of a glossy coat of fluid that struggled to stay concealed behind her lips.

Eric stalled no longer, he placed his fingers just barely into the slit and palmed the curved edge of the lip. With a cautious extension of his elbow, he spread apart the draconic pussy just enough to where her inner flesh could be seen.

Eric took a moment to study Eltanin's lower anatomy. Just in front of him and nestled by her labia was her vaginal opening. The faint pink hue Eric saw at first glance was easily triumphed by what lay in front of him now. Her inner flesh was a vibrant pink that steadily darkened as her tunnel naturally caved in past the point light could reach. He traced his eyes around her vulva looking for something specific.

At the conjunction of Eltanin's defined lips, he could see her clitoris. It was rather easy to notice as it looked to be the size of Eric's hand. Eric was surprised at how familiar everything looked to what he was used to. Eric scooted to his side to get a closer look. As he did, Altais crept to where Eric once was. The wyvern chuffed to get Eric's attention.

“I'll help get you started, while I work over here, you put those fingers of yours to work." Eric quietly recalled them only having one opposable digit: their thumbs. With a squelch of flesh sliding over flesh, Altais's crimson tongue expelled itself into Eltanin's vaginal opening. While Altais got busy lapping at Eltanin's inner folds, Eric refocused his attention on the relatively large nub that patiently awaited attention. Slowly, Eric drew his free hand towards Eltanin's clit; his hand shook slightly from anticipation.

Not wanting to dive straight in, he pressed his hand under her lips next to her clit. The wet flesh seemed to be expecting his touch. Her warm folds tensed then quickly relaxed as her lips curled around Eric's wrist. From there he traced his fingers along the base of the organic button until he was forced to climb the shape of the nub. As his fingers crawled atop her clit, Eric heard a satisfied chirp far off to his side where Eltanin's muzzle supposedly lay.

Slowly but surely the nerves in Eric's system faded, especially so when he continued to garner affirmation of his efforts in the form of Eltanin's satisfied trills. Now Eric held the entirety of her clit in his palm. Not wanting to rush, Eric slowly made circles with his wrist, and used his fingers to cause some unpredictability in the mostly uniform circular motion that he was generating. This really seemed to get a reaction out of Eltanin as Eric could see her (and feel) her tail thumping itself onto the ground repeatedly.

Eric looked from Eltanin's tail over towards Altais unconsciously looking for the grey wyvern's approval. Altais was already awkwardly smiling out to Eric. It was only awkward because the wyvern's tongue was still deep within Eltanin. After the brief glare, the silver eye in Eric's view refocused on the snatch just at the tip of the wyvern's snout, or perhaps onto its tongue which showed no signs of a loss in stamina.

Altais's tongue was so uniformly red, that Eric struggled to get a sense of how deep Altais had plunged into Eltanin to this point. Eric also wondered how deep Altais was physically able to go. Aside from his thoughts, Eric watched closely as the crimson tongue easily displaced the sandy colored lips. Just past the lips, Eric could see Eltanin's vaginal opening being over so slightly pulled and pushed by the Altais's tongue thrusts. Occasionally Eric noticed a few deliberate flexes and curls performed by Altais's tongue which only added to Eltanin's excitement.

By now the pair of Altais and Eric had been attending to Eltanin's sex for what felt like many minutes. Her excitement had built up to where Eric could physically see undulations of her lips not caused by physical displacements of Altais's tongue or Eric's hands. He easily became transfixed by the sinusoidal-like motions performed by Eltanin's lips. The way they danced over his wrist and even around Altais's tongue was hypnotic. Only when her tips tugged sharply on his wrist was he able to free himself from his trance.

A contraction perhaps?

“Wolius, origato jacion nahilnop ve." Eltanin suddenly exclaimed; her voice almost sounded as if it were begging.

Eric watched as Altais pulled away from Eltanin's snatch, in turn Eric retracted his hand from her clit.

Eric took notice of the glimmering fluids that plastered against Altais's muzzle. The wyvern licked its chops, clearing its lips of the fluid. Altais then seemed to frown, “Zi algbo."

Altais turned to Eric, no longer frowning, “My mate has requested that you take it from here."

Eric hesitated, we're not done yet?

Eric let his eyes wander back to his task at hand. Fluids had seeped from her folds and past her lips. They leaked down her groin before dribbling against her inner thigh. The volume of the fluids helped create a thin reflective film over many of her scales.

Eric walked himself on his knees closer to her vaginal opening would surely be. Upon arrival he again placed his palms along her vaginal lips. With caution he separated the folds. This time around her inner tunnel was more visible from being widened following Altais's efforts, still he could not see its end. Eric wondered if he himself could fit in there, not that he would do so, just an intrusive thought. Her natural scent was more noticeable following the increase in her arousal. The potent ethereal pheromone caused a slight buzz to ripple through his head.

Eric recovered and placed one hand along the rim of her vaginal opening. The flesh was so incredibly wet that fluid was pushed up between his fingers. Eric traced the circumference of the opening with his hand, he felt Eltanin's leg shift beneath him. The action slightly startled Eric, so he stopped his advances and pulled his hand free. Eltanin seemed to express her disappointment in a faint, non-aggressive growl.

He studied the reflective sheen of fluid that was nearly dripping from his palm. In fact, when Eric set his hand to be vertical, the fluid rolled down over his forearms and down to his elbow from the influence of gravity. The fluid felt dense, adding extra weight to his arm.

“Taste it." Altais randomly commanded.

Eric turned, “Pardon?"

“My mate, taste her." The grey wyvern replied, not attempting to hide its sly smile.

Eric really did not want to, he just wanted to get this ordeal over with. He was still looking at their requests as a job to be completed as opposed to something he too should be enjoying. “Do I have to?"

Altais executed the same draconic shrug as before, “I suppose not, though I think you'd come to find that you like it."

Eric looked back at his hand. He recalled them mentioning that they wouldn't make him do anything that he didn't want to. But equally as much he recalled how they asked him to be open-minded. Oh, what the hell, Eric thought to himself. He had done so in previous encounters with women, though they weren't dragons.

He chose a spot that wasn't actively dripping with draconic fluids before applying a cautious lick. After swiping away the liquid with his tongue, he took a moment to consider its taste. It took a second for Eric to notice anything, but quickly thereafter its taste revealed itself.

It was entirely sweet, sugary sweet. This left Eric both surprised and embarrassed that he did enjoy its taste. The taste reminded Eric of the nectar from many random honeysuckle flowers he had tried when younger. Or maybe it was just his brain trying to connect with the flowery scent that his nose continued to pick up. Eric's face burned slightly red upon turning to confront Altais again.

“You can tell me if it was undesirable, but then I'd have no problem in calling you a liar." Altais taunted.

Eric waved his arm idly, silently telling Altais it would not be necessary for such a comment, before once again forcing his hand through Eltanin's lips. While not jumping up and down at the idea of continuing the sex act, he was now more willing than before. He heard a quiet laugh from Altais behind his back, which he chose to ignore. Instead, Eric thought of potential ways to coax out more of Eltanin's arousal.

As such, Eric sat himself down fully, leaning partially against her lips. This would in theory, allow him to be able to push his hand into Eltanin's inner folds deeper than he previously could.

As Eric dared himself to dive deeper, the heat surrounding his hand quickly grew. The vaginal opening he initially palmed was warm, but now, having slipped his fingers past the ring of muscle, the fleshy folds that began to grace his fingertips had quickly grown to be hot. Eric could feel Eltanin giving him a soft rumble of approval.

Having received the reaction he was looking for; Eric then began to rub his palm along her slick tunnel. The smooth folds melted into his touch as he continued to explore deeper yet. Up, down, left, right, back, and forth; Eric did his best to cover as much surface area as he possibly could.

Fingers!

Eric had another trick up his sleeve. He curled his fingers to press acutely into Eltanin's passage compared to the reserved force his palm had been applying. On cue, Eric got Eltanin to squeak out a small moan. Eric continued to wiggle about his fingers in varying ways.

Eric wondered which other ways he could proceed that would bring pleasure to Eltanin. Luckily for Eric, he happened to notice Eltanin's clit was just at arm's length off to his side, and Eric had a free hand at his disposal. He relaxed his occupied hand before proceeding to her nub; he didn't want to excite her too much.

Just as Eric applied any pressure onto that nub, Eltanin's folds clamped down over Eric's arm. A sharp snarl followed just thereafter. Her folds continued to constrict his arm for another second until she recovered from the added stimuli. Her folds released their grip, and Eric was once again allowed to continue his adventuring.

With one hand, Eric tickled Eltanin's clit, all the while, his other hand was busy rubbing along her interior. How did I get here?

Eric recoiled as Altais's muzzle suddenly pressed up against his back. With the wyvern's natural strength, Eric was pushed forward until his arm dove all the way up to his shoulder, and his cheek was pressed up against Eltanin's slick lips. The heat irradiating from her vent warmed his skin. Some of the sweet fluid found its way into his mouth once more, Eric did not resist its intrusion.

With Eric suddenly diving deeper, Eltanin's folds clamped over Eric's wrist which caused his arm to crumple briefly at his elbow. Luckily as Eric had come to learn from early on, Eltanin's interior had plenty of wiggle room.

Again, Eltanin relaxed, and Eric's arm straightened out; Eric had now reached the upper limit of how far he could explore.

Altais withdrew his muzzle from Eric's back and appeared at his side where he fondled Eltanin's clit. The wyvern simply offered a wink. I guess winks transcend humanity. Eric imagined the unspoken gesture simply meant that he was doing a good job and to keep it up, or something like that.

Eric let his hand dance over the wyvern's clit. As it did, Eltanin purred her approval. “Si huven yth tepohada vreolic…" Eltanin whined. “…Zyak kiingowil." Whatever was being said might as well have been muted to Eric. Eric simply continued to push and pull against that nub. Every displacement he caused forced new reactions from Eltanin. From overhead Eric saw her toes curling and uncurling. Her leg would go into extension for a moment, only to quickly return to flexion. Even her tail, which previously thumped against the ground had now come to swish along the ground. The plant matter that lay atop the story floor was being thrown around without obvious direction.

To this point, Eltanin's interior had grown tight enough to wrap over both sides of Eric's hands even when relaxed. Eric used his fingers to create some separation and add overall depth to his maneuvers. Eric recalled how the use of his fingers typically got a good reaction. Eric curled his fingers as if he were going to hold something, this enacted a sharp hiss from Eltanin, and she rolled slightly, not enough to dismount Eric, however. Eric then got the idea to physically grab one of her folds. When he tried, it very quickly slipped from his grasp. Before he could relax his hand, her depth came down on his hand, forcefully molding Eric's hand into a fist.

Eric should've realized the hint Eltanin gave when he had the chance.

Uh oh.

Eltanin's folds caved in around Eric's arm with such speed that he had no chance of escape. The contraction raced down from his wrist, past his elbow, and onto his bicep which sat in line with her vaginal opening. Her folds forcefully attempted to pull Eric's arm deeper. Eric was certain that if his head and lower body didn't act as an anchor, he would've easily been pulled into her inner depths. Hoping to ease some of the load, and hoping to potentially free himself, Eric retracted his visible hand from the wyvern's clit and pushed as hard as he could against Eltanin's lips. It was of no use, however; the folds had latched so strongly that Eric's arm was completely locked in place.

Eltanin continued to express her high in the form of many snarls and poor attempts in holding back roars. Luckily for Eric, she did at least keep the volume low. It was possible for dragon roars to leave humans deaf, sometimes permanently. No such case here though, much to Eric's relief. She also seemed very aware of the delicate human figure stuck between her legs, as she kept wayward movements to a minimum; though she couldn't keep her legs from shaking. Fluids also built around Eric's arm entirely before spilling out past her lips and coating Eric's ribs and falling over his outer thighs.

Eric no longer had any say in what happened to his arm. He simply sat there riding out that wave that was Eltanin's orgasm. The flesh crawled along his arm in a repeating pattern while on the outside, Eltanin's vaginal lips contracted in what seemed to be a dozen different directions whilst oscillating back and forth, up and down, and left and right. The dual action kneaded both Eric's face, but also his arm which was still very much deep within the wyvern. Eltanin's shaking legs vibrated Eric's core.

Eric could hear Altais's very amused laughs at his side. He turned to see Altais rotate his head 90 degrees before using his lips to pull Eric free. Eric was yanked from Eltanin's pussy and placed onto the ground.

“Bravo my human friend! I'm impressed!" Altais cheered.

Eric paid no mind to Altais as he tried to account for what had just happened. He sat on his rear next to a thrashing wyvern, the same wyvern whose reproductive fluids now coated half of Eric's body. His arm was slightly red, and it reeked of her scent. The scent itself wasn't bad, but it was nauseating with how potent it was. It was obviously because of her climax, but it was likely more magnified because she was in heat. Nevertheless, he swiped away the fluid the best he could.

“You'll get used to the smell." The wyvern mentioned, before snaking its head to Eltanin's leaking vent. Altais proceeded to take in many heavy breaths of the scent she expelled. Eric looked for Eltanin's head. It didn't take long as he traced the length of her neck until he could see her horns. He focused on her eyes which were glued shut. Her mouth on the other hand was propped open by a lolled tongue. She was still taking heavy breaths as denoted by the hasty rise and fall of her chest.

“Just give her a moment." Altais idly spoke aloud to Eric before returning to take in another breath of dragon musk. That extra breath was all that Altais got as Eltanin kicked and rolled herself upright. Even as Eltanin stood, Altais stayed glued to her underside. With wobbly legs, she swatted away the grey wyvern's muzzle.

As the grey wyvern finally pulled its snout away from the snatch of its mate, its nostrils flared as they seemed to readjust to the regular scent of the air. Altais sighed contently before moving to lick against Eltanin's neck. This time Eltanin did not push away Altais.

Eltanin turned to Eric, “Are you alright, I apologize for losing myself."

“Yeah, I'm perfectly fine, are you okay?" Eric was genuinely curious, for a moment he had thought he had caused her harm.

She narrowed her eyes, “Oh I'm more than fine, looks like I won't have to eat you after all."

Eric simply let out a hesitant laugh. Yippee! Eric sarcastically replied in his head.

Altais stepped between them and paused momentarily in front of Eric. “If you can do that to my mate, I simply cannot wait to see how you tend to my needs." Altais shared a smile towards Eric before resuming his strides. Eric stiffened, What?

_ _ “(Could you) Repeat that?" Eric asked. Did Altais expect to be pleasured by Eric as well?

“What, you didn't think I'd leave all the fun to my mate only. You're mistaken if you thought I wouldn't want some attention." Altais replied, the voice softening as it continued to move further away.

Eric watched as the wyvern dipped a winged arm under its frame, eventually landing on its back. Its chest and underbelly faced the cave ceiling as its tail swished against the ground just a few paces in front of Eric. Eric stared between the wyvern's spread legs, more so at its lower anatomy… another slit. Eric was confused, his muddled facial expression gave it away.

Altais spoke, “What? Is something amiss?"

For Eric, that was putting it lightly. Eric was full on expecting a dragon penis to grace his view, but no. Eric was almost certain the grey colored wyvern was male, was he mistaken? Eric looked past the spread thighs and towards Altais's head which sat between them. “I thought you were male?" Eric replied to Altais.

Altais let out a laugh, “Come see for yourself my friend."

Eric refocused on Altais's groin. His groin? Her groin? Altais's voice certainly hinted that he was a male. But then again, seeing is believing. He saw a slit and nothing more. To be fair, he had only read as far as the female reproductive system in his textbook, so he still didn't know for sure. Altais being female was certainly ideal for Eric. Eric found the thought of having to please another male to be distasteful to what he personally preferred.

An appendage pressed against his back slightly pressing him forwards. Eltanin was silently reminding him that he had another wyvern to tend to. Good to see she has seemed to recover. Eric moved with the winged forearm, walking parallel to Altais's tail. He paced in thought, If Eric was praised for tending to Eltanin, surely he'd do just as fine with Altais. Eric reached Altais's thighs where Eltanin behind Eric offered to lift him up onto the grey wyvern. He grabbed ahold of her outstretched talon and was quickly lifted up, and then dropped down onto Altais's stomach, just a few feet from the groin. He scooted himself towards Altais's inner thigh where he came to rest. From where he rested, he could see that the slit sat slightly open, waiting to be explored. Altais's slit had a dark purplish red, almost maroon coloration as opposed to the lighter pinkish red that belonged to Eltanin. The slit was also slightly engorged, mirroring Eltanin's.

Altais's slit also had a very potent stench. Though this stink was much more distinct and discernible than Eltanin. Eric recognized this smell right away. Petrichor, or the earthy smell rain creates when falling on dry soil. The scent was commonplace in the pacific northwest where Eric lived, so he was very much used to it. The musk in this setting seemed to hold a heavier weight, however, and Eric could physically feel the dank air sitting in his lungs well past his initial breath.

Eric exhaled while he refocused and reached out towards those muscular lips. They were smooth to the touch, but not quite as responsive as Eltanin's. Still, he heard a satisfied huff escape the grey colored wyvern. He continued, running his fingers along those lips, and pressing his palm into the surrounding skin. He heard Altais speak, “Nomeno jalla qe diwhaf, si shilta ti itheik ekess ocuir jacida ehaism svadrav jaci kiwiegic coi." Eric looked up to see the two wyverns smiling at one another. Eric turned to Altais, slightly disappointed he could not make out what was being said. Altais seemed to catch onto his thoughts, “I said, if your end goal was to only tease me, then you have already succeeded."

Eric realized the wyvern was asking him to explore further. He turned away from the wyvern and back onto its scaly slit. Eric ran his fingers along the sensitive skin until the skin yielded to internal wetness, he pressed further. The warmth he felt from the skin transitioned into heat as Eric dove deeper. The natural slickness from Altais's internals, and the leftovers of Eltanin's internals along Eric's forearms made exploration rather effortless. Eric dove up to his wrist where he felt a ring of wet muscle that surely marked the entrance to an even deeper cavern. As Eric palmed the internal walls and ring of muscle, he felt the hips beneath him shift, and the thighs at his sides tense. He looked up, the grey wyvern's silver eyes were pressed shut while its lips were pulling back, leaving bared fangs. Eric gained the confidence to dive deeper.

Eric dove up to his elbow. By now the internals had quickly grown tight, tighter than Eltanin's sex before she had been properly tended to, but not as tight as her climax. Eric found his palm pinned against the wyvern's two walls; they wrapped around his forearm snugly. Eric felt ripples crawling along the back of his hand that mirrored his earlier encounter with the tan-colored wyvern. The more Eric explored, the more he felt those inner walls shifting, or so he thought to be the wyvern's delicate folds. He noticed that one wall was softer and more yielding to his touch, while the other was far more prone to resistance. Eric retracted partially before readjusting his palm against the suspicious fold. The fold in question reacted as Eric prodded it, unlike that of a vaginal fold. At one fell swoop, the muscle pressed against Eric's fingertips, flexing into a taut mass that was hot to the touch. Altais snarled as Eric realized what he was feeling… a cock.

Eric immediately pulled his arm from Altais's genital slit, nearly falling from the wyvern all together. As he regained his balance, he could hear Eltanin laughing, causing his face to redden. Eric watched as Altais's slit was speared from the inside, a tapered tip poked its head through the muscular lips, pointed towards the grey wyvern's chest. A few seconds later, an actively enlarging shaft made its presence known too. Altais chuffed, “You've come this far, don't cower now."

Eric looked to Altais, and back at his cock. Eric spoke to no one in particular, “Sorry, I've just never tended… to- er… another male before." The grey wyvern nodded in apparent understanding. “If it makes you feel any better, I have not either. Nor has anyone played with my slit before, I've come to find that I quite enjoy it."

The wyvern's words were clearly designed to put Eric more at ease regarding his current state of affairs, which they did. Still, Eric was at a loss of how to proceed. “What would you like me to do?" Eric asked Altais.

“Whatever you're comfortable with, though I think we both know you're capable of pushing yourself to try new things." Altais replied with a neutral tone. Eric thought for a moment. They did mention how they hoped he would be open-minded to their suggestions; Eric also did not wish to disappoint. Eric reminded himself that it was just them, these moments were entirely theirs and belonged to no one else.

Eric recalled a belief of his. When put into an undesired scenario, there is no reason not to make the most of it to better your situation. Here was no exception. Eric needed to help a male wyvern get off, and he would be damned if he didn't try his hardest to do so. He crept back towards the maroon mass, already Eric was impressed with its sheer size. By now it had stopped leaking past the inner folds, yet its visible length already looked to be four feet long or so. Eric knew that the majority of Altais's length still resided within those wet folds, he just needed to fish the rest of him out. He watched the underside of the wyvern's shaft as it twitched in the air, begging to be touched. Eric placed his palm near the wyvern's tip just at the base of its spade-shaped head. Eric slid his hand down the cock's length, following along the centralized vein that bisected the shafts underbelly. Faint ridges formed along the sides of the vein which added a sense of depth to the overall smooth shaft. With his other hand, Eric ran his fingers over the peaks and valleys, ensuring the ridges would not be left without attention. Slowly but surely, more dragon length emerged from his slit; Eric allowed the shaft to grow into his hands. As the length finally stopped growing it collapsed against Altais's lower belly, it looked to be roughly eight feet long, two feet longer than he was tall. Eric eyed that length all the way from the streamlined tip, down to the spread apart slit at the cock's base. The base of his cock had a very slight bulge to it, only noticeable from the angle he sat at. Eric imagined that Altais had reached the upper limit of what he could offer.

Eric quickly found that he would need to reposition in order to properly tend to it all. Eric cautiously orbited around the slightly arched shaft to the point where he stood just at the base of the cock and in front of the grey wyvern's tailhole. Altais's grey eyes came into view. The wyvern watched closely, awaiting Eric's next move. Eric focused on what lay directly in front of him.

Eric stepped forwards, leaning over Altais's massive cock. He slid both arms around the shaft and he threw both legs around the base of the cock. Eric was planning to slowly lower his chest to meet the cock's underbelly, but Altais flexed into his touch. The cock shifted upwards, bumping into Eric's chest with a wet smack. Altais grunted in pleasure, his jaw hung slightly agape. As the muscle relaxed, Eric pinned his torso to the wyvern's shaft. Eric could not deny that the heat radiating from the cock he held onto felt nothing but good against his skin. He could also feel his for the time being flaccid shaft get pinned between his own body and the wyvern cock.

While not attracted to males, sex was sex, and the warmth on his groin only helped to coax out his arousal. Eric was no longer thinking of his acts as chores to be completed, but rather intimacies to be enjoyed. Eric began to use his hands and legs to slide himself up and down the length of the wyvern within his grasp. While sickly sounds of flesh grinding against flesh found Eric's ears, he made sure to take note of every shift or flex that shot through the cock whenever he did something Altais liked. Eric noticed that Altais shifted around the most whenever he tended to the taperings that lined the head of the wyvern's cock. The taperings were fine enough to where Eric could wrap his hand around one at a time. Eric gave playful tugs and squeezes them, they certainly seemed to be more sensitive compared to other places. On one occasion, the shaft shifted beneath him, leaving the slimy appendage dangerously close to Eric's face.

With Eric's head still near the wyvern's tip, he found intrusive thoughts creeping into his mind. He recalled obliging to Altais's request to taste his mate. He felt a phantom sweetness on his tongue that mirrored Eltanin's internals. He was not being asked to now, but Eric could not deter the thoughts of what Altais may taste like. He was taking the wyvern's words to heart, trying new things. Plus, he wanted to know how Altais may react.

Eric looked up, expecting to meet the wyvern's gaze. Altais's eyes were shut as he silently reveled in Eric's embrace. This would be no problem for Eric, he would simply surprise the wyvern. Eric crept in, his mouth just a mere inch from the mountain of flesh. Eric was just a few inches south of the very tip of the wyvern. He sucked in a breath from his nose, noting the dank air. He closed the gap with his tongue, quickly meeting the cock with the rest of his mouth. Eric suckled and playfully flicked his tongue, gathering in the male wyvern's taste…

…Salty. That was all Eric got to try.

Altais grunted as he bucked softly into Eric. The miniscule thrust was still enough to force Eric's mouth from the wyvern's member. Eric looked up, curious as to what he should expect. Altais's eyes were wider than usual, he certainly looked surprised. “Nrgh… Careful human, I appreciate your eagerness, but there is a lot to handle on your own if you're wanting to take this route." Eric looked to the cock, glancing at the small glossy residue his tongue had left on the muscle. The wyvern was right, Eric would be there for an hour.

Eltanin crept in, her large head brushed through Altais's thighs and came to a stop right next to Eric. The eye that faced Eric took keen interest in the cock that he sat upon. “Perhaps I might be of assistance?" she said, licking her lips seductively.

Before Eric could even begin to predict what was going to happen next, Eltanin retreated behind him and into his blind spot. After a momentary pause, he felt hot air dance across his back. Right after that, another slick muscle he had not yet met crashed against his frame.

Eric braced as Eltanin's tongue pinned his chest and stomach against Altais's thick cock. In a slow drawn-out lick, Eric could feel the wyvern's tongue crawling up his spine and crossing his neck. Eric shivered as the warm muscle left his touch partially from the return of the cool air, and from the foreign sensation. Eric would be granted no reprieve from the slimy appendage curled itself around both Eric and Altais's cock. With an audible chuff, Eric found himself within Eltanin's jaws.

Light would fade in and out as Eltanin maneuvered up and down, over and under, and all around both Eric and Altais. Her tongue would wrap around his back leaving his chest pinned to Altais. Then with irrefutable finesse she would force her tongue between Eric and Altais, leaving Eric between one side of her tongue and jaw. With hungry laps she continued her efforts, Eric did his best to hold on and stay upright, but her strength made it difficult. It did help in the fact that whenever Eric began to slip, Eltanin would seem to notice and loop her tongue around him and guide him back into position.

From the force behind her efforts, Eric often found himself being pulled upwards as her head rose, then pushed downwards as her head yet again fell. At times, his feet would leave the ground entirely, and at times he would be forced down enough to where his legs crumpled, and he found himself nearly sitting down. One helluva workout, that's for sure.

By now Eric was of course soaked through and through. Eltanin's laps became more and more frictionless, and the stickiness Eric noticed when initially pressed up against Altais was almost gone entirely. Eric wondered just how long he had been inside Eltanin's jaws to this point.

The oversized blowjob continued for a few more seconds when she abruptly stopped her bobs. “Batobot ui aurthon, nuri wux huven ve ekess nahilnop tenpiswo kagh jaka." Eric heard Altais say in a muffled voice. The dampening caused my Eltanin's jaws did not matter as Eric still had no clue what was being said.

Light flooded back into Eric's immediate surroundings as Eltanin pulled away. Eric had not realized when he was shrouded in darkness, but Eltanin had somehow shifted Eric to no longer be on the underside of Altais's cock, but rather on top of. Eric was sat upright alongside the maroon shaft that sat at attention. Eric eyed the spear-tipped head of the wyvern; it was far more pronounced from this side of Altais. It also glistened quite noticeably after Eltanin's actions.

“Still with us?" Eltanin cooed.

Eric had to lean over one side of Altais's cock to see her in his view. He nodded, unsure of the words to say that would adequately describe his emotional state.

“Think you can manage a little more?" Eric heard Altais ask from behind him. Eric turned, facing his silver irises; they held a faint glare in them. Eric realized the wyvern was more so telling him to prepare for more, rather than actually asking if he could make it through whatever else they had planned.

Eric replied in affirmation, “I think so."

Altais nodded as he focused on Eltanin, “Nomag si?"

Eltanin smiled toothily, “Wux nomag." She turned and found a comfortable spot on the ground. She then rolled over onto her back, just like Altais lay now.

Speaking of Altais, “Alright Eric, hold on, will you?"

Eric felt the lower abdomen that he sat on begin to roll to the side. Very quickly he grabbed ahold of the maroon mass and held it tight to his chest. The grey wyvern swiftly repositioned into his standing stature while Eric now sat atop the wyvern's member. Sitting was also an understatement, Eric had to be hunched over so his head would stay clear of Altais's underbelly. Altais had started taking steps which caused Eric to both bob up and down and sway from side to side. Wherever Altais's shaft shifted to, Eric went with it. Eric did what he could to hold on; he compared it somewhat to that of a mechanical bull ride he once rode at the fair. Eric also recounted how he failed miserably on that ride.

Altais suddenly stopped his momentum causing Eric to lose grip. He was able to recover, but only after he had slid from his seated position on top of Altais to holding on with his arms and legs from the underside of Altais's shaft.

Eric looked outwards in the direction of the wyvern's heading. From his position everything was upside down except for Altais's head who had just so happened to check in on Eric by moving his head and making a sideways u-shape with his long neck. He clacked his jaws slightly. Whatever meaning the action had been lost to Eric as he felt the wyvern lower down slightly. He removed his cheek that pressed into the male to get a better look at his immediate surroundings. He immediately noticed that they were hovering just off the side of Eltanin's tail.

“You can let go." Altais mentioned to Eric.

Eric looked down to scan where his landing spot would be. Very carefully, Eric allowed his legs to unwrap from Altais and fall towards the ground. Once when he felt his toes press into the grassy stone did Eric fully release his grip on the male wyvern. Eric placed his palm on Eltanin's tail to assist with balancing as he fully stood upright. Altais backed away so his underside was not hanging directly overhead of Eric. The wyvern then stepped to the side just enough to give Eric a moment before snaking his maw near Eric once more.

“Give me your arms again." Altais commanded, but hardly in a harsh tone.

Eric obliged. Altais grabbed his wrists with his lips as Eric suddenly was flung upwards and dropped onto Eltanin's abdomen, just at the base of the rise of her chest. Eric didn't bother moving on his own as clearly the two wyverns had something in mind. As Eric put himself into a seated position, he felt his leg suddenly become incased within Altais's muzzle. It became evident to Eric where Altais was trying to lead him.

Eric was dragged across the rough scales until they softened into smooth skin. He felt his rear slide atop one end of Eltanin's scaled lips all the way down to her taint. Altais no longer pulled on Eric when he reached this position. Instead, he drove his muzzle into Eric's chest pressing him down from his upright position. Eric felt his back come into contact with the lips of Eltanin's sex. Her lips split open as his weight fell over her, they made a curious, but noticeably wet sound.

Eric nearly recoiled as her warm skin suddenly heated rapidly in the form of her inner folds. Eric sank just enough to where his shoulders functioned as forceps, keeping her lips spread open, but nothing more.

Altais backed off, seemingly admiring his handy work.

Eric let his head fall in line with his spine. There he felt a soft nub poke against the base of his neck and between his shoulder blades. A soft growl from Eltanin followed, which faintly vibrated Eric where he sat.

All in all, Eric's ass sat just atop Eltanin's taint. His calves rested between her inner thighs and down the sides of her tail while just above his knees and inner thighs laid her puckered tailhole. Eltanin's cunt wrapped itself around Eric's sides and around his shoulders while his entire back rested within her wet folds. He hardly knew what to do with his arms. After a moment of random and unconfident motions, Eric finally let his arms drop to his sides. Eltanin's sex pinned his elbows to his ribs while his free hands held onto her lips. The very top end of her vagina where her clit lay and where her lips seamlessly rejoined into the surrounding skin cupped around his neck. Eric was frozen in place as the heat and slick flesh (mentally) paralyzed him.

It was like sitting back in a recliner, but you know, it was an oversized pussy instead.

From overhead, Altais positioned his forearms off to the sides of Eltanin. This allowed Altais to take a nearly standing posture, almost like a biped. As he rose, he brought forth his hips until all Eric could see was the underside of a dragon cock.

Once properly aligned, Altais then brought down his hips until the underside of his cock fell atop of Eric's chest. The added weight helped to drive Eric deeper into Eltanin up to the point where he could feel her vaginal opening against his lower spine. His hands also slipped from her lips and into her folds as they wrapped snugly over his wrists.

From how Altais and Eric were aligned, Eric could see everything from Altais's underbelly, his overly pronounced chest, most of his long slender neck that very slightly leaned off to the left, and lastly of course, his silver irises that intensively studied Eric from afar.

Eric looked down relative to himself where he was already face to face with the meatus (urethral opening) that belonged to the tapered cock head. The majority of the wyvern cock laid hidden behind itself. The only real detail Eric could see were the taperings themselves and the faint bulge at the base of the shaft. Whatever Eric could not see came in the form of feeling, however. The circumference of the shaft forced Eric's legs to the sides where they curved around the cock's ridges. The centralized vein that bisected the penis rested firmly from Eric's stomach, down over his own groin, and further still. What was most noticeable was the heat Eric felt from that massive vein pressing firmly into his own shaft. Very quickly Eric transitioned from his former half-mast into his own full-blown erection.

The weight of the dragon penis was more than enough to keep himself pinned between the two wyverns. Here was someplace Eric had never expected to be: Stuck between a cock and a wet place.

Altais seemed quite aware that Eric had now grown hard as he subtly began to rock his hips back and forth.

Eric braced as the wyvern's cock began to essentially frot his own. At first Altais merely shifted back and forth by a few inches, but after a handful of thrusts he upped the ante and began grinding against the human. Eric had to pull his hands free of Eltanin's folds so he would not be as prone to being shifted around.

Once Eric was certain he wasn't going anywhere did he allow himself to take in the moment. As mentioned, the warmth that Altais brought down on Eric was already enough to make him sweat. The slickness bound to the wyvern's cock allowed the ridges to pass between Eric's inner thighs with ease between every buck and rebound. And of course, since Eric was obviously so much smaller, every motion the wyvern made had to pass over Eric's groin entirely.

Eric was being utilized as a glorified cock-sleeve, and he didn't hate it. In fact, he appreciated the carnal nature of it despite the overarching immorality of it. Not to say that he loved it, but it was a new experience that he didn't mind embracing considering his current company.

Eric continued to take in the moment as he let his arms wander. One hand rubbed along the underside of Altais's rod while the other attempted to grab ahold of a tapering. Eric let the wyvern's ridges displace his fingertips between thrusts all the while he used his other hand to push around the fleshy protrusion. Eric again surprised himself as to how mobile that portion of Altais happened to be.

Eric was so caught up in tending to Altais once more that he nearly forgot where he lay. A soft squeeze against his back and shoulders shifted him upwards slightly forcing Eric to be compressed between the two wyverns even more. Enough to make him feel the need to hold his breath, but not painfully so. Eltanin's underside relaxed a moment later as it pulled on Eric's shoulders. It was as if the wyvern's scaly snatch was quicksand; all it wanted to do was guide him deeper.

Eric could tell she was getting antsy. He imagined she longed for some extra attention. Eric also took a second to consider how far Altais and Eltanin were willing to take this. At this point Eric knew that if Altais wanted to gain entry into his mate's snatch, he'd have to go through him, literally. But surely they wouldn't even consider doing something so risky? If they were, however, Eric felt confident they'd understand his concerns. He let himself relax again for the moment.

Altais pulled back to where his taperings caught on Eric's thighs like a makeshift anchor. Eric pushed his hands into the maroon-colored tip, enacting a satisfied grown from the wyvern. A bead of draconic pre ebbed from the wyvern's spear tipped head leaving it to smear across Eric's chest as the wyvern lazily prodded his cock against his frame.

Altais's mouth bobbed open taking in a needy breath, “Zyak edrok."

Eric heard Eltanin clack her jaws together, catching Altais's focus. “Aurthon nibelic, verth ve." Commanded Eltanin from behind Eric's head.

“Alevia." Was all the grey wyvern said before turning to look down at Eric.

“Okay Eric, relax and enjoy the ride."

Eric looked up only to see the toothy grin of the dark grey wyvern leave his field of view while he repositioned. Altais's chest straightened, and Eric could feel the wyvern's shaft become heavier than it had before. With the added force, Altais rocked his hips back just enough to where Eric was pulled down by the cock. His shoulders sank another few inches while Eltanin's clit crawled from between his shoulder blades and up across his neck. He then felt his head and ears fall past Eltanin's lips and into the folds themselves.

Eric grew wide-eyed and took a hard swallow as a nervous shiver shot through his body. He didn't think they were actually going to go through with something like this! Before Eric could consider a possible escape route, the spear tipped head repositioned and took on a sharper angle than it had before as it both hastily and forcefully pressed into his chest. At one fell swoop Eltanin's vaginal opening was speared by both Eric's frame, and the gargantuan dragon cock that accompanied him.

Eric was driven up to the point where his ass got caught on Eltanin's vaginal opening. Already, the contrast in temperatures from his head to his feet was enough to make him wince. Not to mention that Eltanin's interior warmth was likely being magnified by a wide margin due to her heat. Eric's chest was pressed firmly into the heated wyvern cock by Eltanin's uncaring folds. All the while Altais's cock resisted the constriction and thus pinned Eric along the sweltering flesh of Eltanin's inner depths.

Altais pulled back slightly. With the fluids that lay between them, Eric remained where he was as opposed to being pulled along. As the grith of the male retreated, Eric was able to take in a breath of the stagnant patchouli and petrichor air. The feral scent was one of pure nature. Altais pulled back no further as Eric felt a stronger weight on his groin. When Altais thrusted, the added force was enough to drive Eric further in. In a matter of seconds, Eric was driven so deep into Eltanin that only his feet remained free, and they were even already in the embrace of the tan-colored wyvern's lips.

Altais slowly pulled out once more before applying the final thrust that would entomb Eric within Eltanin. Eric took another breath as he did. Eric then felt Eltanin's vaginal opening wrap over his feet, leaving him sealed within her depths. Any outside noise became instantly muffled from there on out. The humidity this far into her sex was enough to make him bead with sweat in a matter of seconds.

By now the darkness was absolute. The wyverns' genitals came together to act as a perfect seal. Even if any light could reach Eric, he had already made the decision to for the moment keep his eyes closed to hopefully prevent Eltanin's fluids from causing irritation. With his eyes closed, the sounds that wyverns created became his area of focus. Sickly sounds of flesh sliding over flesh echoed all around him, and squelching caused from the mixing of fluids rang in his ears. Eric was eventually able to reopen his eyes in the darkness, but he needed to tactically close them every time Altais passed above him.

Altais continued his slow and deliberate pumps. Eric was able to get himself into a rhythm. Whenever Altais retracted he'd take in a new breath, and when he thrusted, Eric would brace and essentially bearhug the wyvern's cock. Eric knew when a thrust would come, as Altais retracted himself just enough for the tapers on his tip to run into Eric's arms that he held perpendicular to his chest. After that, the wyvern's head would race past his own to an even deeper part of Eltanin. Eric was keen to turn his head in time so the wyverian tip would not uppercut him.

Now that Eric was relatively comfortable with his situation, he was able to focus on the pleasure aspect of his surroundings.

Altais's cock continued its tireless efforts in passing over Eric's shaft. Eric's groin grew more rigid as his cock was smothered by dragon meat. His scrotum was being pushed then pulled back and forth, which massaged his balls in ways he hadn't yet experienced. Altais picked up the pace while the frottage was able to fully exhume the remaining arousal out of Eric, he was now fully erect. Eric squirmed from delight to which Eltanin responded with a squeeze of her vent that he could feel along his back.

He imagined at least one of them was nearing their peak. Eric quickly thought of ways that he could enhance their mating experience, he felt slightly selfish just sitting there shamelessly enjoying the heavy passes over his cock.

Eric buckled his knees and allowed the ridges of Altais's cock to massage his inner thighs between thrusts. Eric then withdrew one hand from the shaft and rotated his palm over before placing it along Eltanin's folds. Eric played with the folds in his hand while using his shoulder and elbows to distend her flesh.

Eric continued to tend to both wyverns despite his limited wiggle room. He cupped his palm to create depth in his hand for Eltanin. As for Altais, Eric pressed his thighs together as best he could around those ridges, hoping his playful squeezes would be enough for him to feel. Eric felt his actions were received by both wyverns as the pace of Altais's thrusts seemed to intensify no in speed but in force, and another ripple from Eltanin crawled down Eric's spine.

The heat provided by the fleshy sauna and the increased pace left Eric completely and utterly drenched in both his own sweat, as well as the reproductive juices of the wyverns. Some of the fluid was leaking past his mouth between his breaths. The sweet and salty mixture was well received by Eric, but he remained cautious so as not to accidentally inhale any.

Altais's thrusts suddenly slowed to a crawl before he retracted himself almost entirely. After a half-second of hesitation, the slick meat dove as far as it physically could over Eric with an audible thwap. Eric was left with no time to prepare as Altais's knot entered Eltanin. Eric's legs were forced towards his chest and nearly all the way around the circumference of the wyvern. At the same time, Eltanin's chasm rapidly contracted inward on Eric enough to where he could feel his arms physically leaving impressions on the wyvern's length. Eric was forced to hold his breath as one side of his face was pinned against Altais's flesh, and the other side was pressed into the muscular walls of Eltanin.

While Eric was pressed into the underside of the wyvern's cock, he felt a bulge force its way through his thighs, across his chest, and past his face. Altais bucked hard into Eltanin, slightly shifting Eric from under him. Furthermore, with Eltanin's own orgasm, Eric could feel her folds trying their hardest to pull him towards her cervix. Eric had to interlock his fingers and make a death grip with his legs just to stay put.

Another pulse shot through the wyvern and into some far-off point past Eric. In total, five individual rounds of dragon cum shot out of the spear-tipped wyvern head some few feet past Eric. Eric and Altais remained still for what seemed to be a half-dozen seconds while the contractions from Eltanin died back down. During that time, once Eric was certain he wasn't prone to being snatched away, he used what remaining strength he could muster to move his hand in front of his face enough to where he could take in a new breath.

Altais eventually removed himself from atop Eric. A thick stream of his cum leaked across Eric's chest which mixed with Eltanin's already present squirt while her tunnel attempted to return to its normal size. Eric for the briefest of moments saw light through his eyelids as Altais fully withdrew himself with a wet pop. Eric was left with enough room to swipe away the fluids that had built up on his face. He opened his eyes once more. What light was able to reach his eyes only confirmed that it was now only Eric within Eltanin. He laid down flat, recovering from their rut.

Eltanin continued to have a few contractions post-orgasm. Past his feet he could see her slightly ajar lips twitching. From within, Eric laid against her tunnel as he frivolously undulated along with her movements. Eltanin's sex continued tire as her folds continued to cave in.

Eltanin's sex relaxed fully and embraced Eric's frame like a sleeping bag, as it did, gravity turned upside down and Eric was forced onto his face. Shortly thereafter Eric felt a muscle wrap around his ankles as he was suddenly pulled from Eltanin's sex. Upon leaving the warm folds' embrace, he was left to dangle between what he assumed to be Altais's jaws. Eric crunched his abs and contorted himself to look upwards, in the process reminding himself to take in a very needed breath of fresh air; one not tainted by the musk of sex. The cave air was painfully cold compared to the inner heat of Eltanin.

Eric could see Altais smiling down at him. Altais's grin was so wide that along the sides of his muzzle where his lips weren't pursed around Eric's shins, his teeth were showing through.

Eric was withdrawn from the wyvern's gaze when Eltanin suddenly appeared by his side. Her presence became even more obvious when she applied a full-body lick starting from between his calves, curling over his groin, pressing firmly against his stomach and chest, and eventually working its way down before sensually rubbing along his neck.

Eltanin snaked her head into Eric's view whilst looking out to her mate. “I'd say he had fun…" Her head turned seductively back to Eric whilst eyeing his groin, “…Or at least, from what I can tell." She applied another playful lick across the underside of his erect shaft.

Eric squirmed when Eltanin's tongue teased his manhood.

Eric was then gently placed between the jaws of Eltanin as he was pawned off by Altais, he could feel her tongue act as a support against his back.

“I'd imagine so." Altais quickly responded to his mate. “You'd have to be dead to not be turned on by the services of a dragon!" He continued, speaking to no one in particular.

He focused in on Eric, “Speaking of… you performed admirably my friend! I speak for the both of us when I say our previous ruts shine in a much paler light following what you have done for us just now."

Eric did not know how to respond. All he did was his best to try and survive. After a brief hesitation, he did recall that to ensure his survival, he had to occasionally move around. Eric figured that is what Altais referred to, his movements while they mated probably gave them both pleasure they had never gotten to experience.

Eric was torn between replying with either 'Thanks,' or 'You're welcome.' Another generic English regard escaped from his mouth, “Uh, sure, anytime."

Crap. Of all the things to say, and I say that? I should've just stayed quiet and been humble.

Altais gave Eric a sly smile, “I'm certain we will take you up on that offer down the line, but for now we need to address your concerns."

My concerns?

Altais slipped from Eric's line of sight, which was already awkward enough with his chest pointed to the stony ceiling. Eric looked into the eye of Eltanin that he could see, it had a painfully obvious knowing glare to it. The only problem was that Eric did not have the inside scoop on what was to be known. So, he simply waited.

After perhaps a dozen seconds or so, Eltanin dropped her muzzle to the ground. Following the new angle Eltanin's head fell to, Eric could see that he was going to be dropped between Altais's thighs. Eric got brief flashbacks from earlier when Altais dropped him atop Eltanin's lower abdomen.

Eric refocused on the underside of the wyvern. He hadn't considered it, but Altais's spent member had for the most part already fallen back into his genital slit. Only the tapered head kept the scaled lips from fully sealing once more.

Eric braced as he was released. He crashed partially against Altais's scales but also partially with that maroon cock, all it did was push it further down past the wyvern's lips. Eric tried to reposition himself, but with the extent of fluids that soaked his body, doing so effectively was impossible. He lazily slipped down the slope of Altais's inner thighs, just past his slit and closer yet to his tailhole.

Luckily, before he could fall to the ground, Altais had extended his thumbs for Eric to grab ahold of. Eric was pulled upwards towards the slit. Sensing were Altais was leading him, he quickly wrapped one arm around the wyvern's shaft as a makeshift anchor. Before Eric could cement his grip, another one of the wyvern's taloned thumbs rolled him over onto his back. Eric was now being propped up by Altais's cock at his back, the scaled lips cupping both sides of his rear, and the opposable thumbs that keenly held his arms outwards and pinned down nearly to the wyvern's legs.

Altais spoke aloud, drawing Eric's attention, “Don't think we forgot about our end of the bargain."

Something eclipsed Eric from overhead. Eltanin, perhaps?

Altais finished his statement, “As promised, your reward."

My reward?