Sixteen: Dominant Males

There ceremony was underway and though Spike’s children were not permitted to watch, for obvious reasons that they might get scared, the majority of Spike’s friends and colleagues were pleasant. There was a chance for other males to have the chance to try and dispute with Deathwing for Spike’s attention and certainly it was a little intimidating to know that Spike was going to have to somehow figure out how he and Deathwing were going to get it on in front of everyone. Spike was never fond of an audience, but traditions were traditions and it was nothing knew for most of the dragons. Spike though was surprised that of all the males that were not trying to fight for him, Comet Chaser had pulled back completely.

Comet Chaser had been thinking he was going to wait until it looked like Deathwing was tiring out and then he’d leap in there, fight and win but… that didn’t seem to be happening. Another big male that had grown fond of Spike had been picked up and thrown then shaking about violently with ease and two other contenders just hoping for a fertile mate had been thrashed. There were more broken bones already than anything else and Comet was petrified that maybe he shouldn’t even consider fighting as Deathwing threw the next huge male over and then Tyrant gave a soft hurr.

“Hmm… I was considering if I might have a chance… but it’s obvious that you’re too much to try, Deathwing…” Tyrant had begun, looking thoughtfully towards Spike with an expression that screamed he might be interested in giving it a go. However it was rather clear that Deathwing was snorting smoke rings as he turned about to face Tyrant, muscles pinching and every expression screaming that he was going to rip him to pieces. Tyrant chuckled, not too sure he wanted the distraction of a mate, when beside him the deadly silence that was Thunderwing, suddenly stepped forward with a loud hiss. His throat swelled up and even with delicate wings he looked violent and ready for battle. Comet was stunned, Thunderwing was a very powerful fighter and this would be an interesting match, but beside him Spike was trembling in anxiety and Comet turned to him.

“Spike… why are you scared? Its not like Thunder wouldn’t take care of…” Comet began but as he looked down to his companion that he knew he was never going to be strong enough to claim from Thunderwing, he could see the anxiety within him. In fact he could smell it and he wondered if Thunderwing might have hurt Spike previously, he’d been told Spike used to help heal him and the other fighters and even saved his life once but… he was unsure. He turned his head about to his companion and Spike remained trembling as Comet growled. “If he loses… I’ll fight him for you.”

“Thank you.” Spike whispered anxiously, but he doubted that if Deathwing lost to Thunder, he would certainly end up in a very unpleasant situation watching Comet being swung around by the tail. However, as they watched the two giant blue males stepping towards each other, their big chests puffed out and when Thunderwing lunged forward with his wings like blades slashing forward, Deathwing swung his body. He pivoted neatly on his heels and his huge body slammed violently into Thunderwing, smacking him right into the nearby wall and making everyone look excited. Spike gave a soft sound of interest, turning to Comet with a smirk. “So much for the quiet ones.”

“Don’t count him out just yet, my dear.” Comet stated gently and they watched in surprise as Thunderwing pulled himself up and then lunged forward. He leapt over Death’s shoulders and swing out his great talons and leave nasty grooves in Deaths’ back. However, Death shot out a huge wing and the bone of it smacked Thunder down onto his face. Then Deathwing turned around to face him, Thunder rolled and once more with his talons was slashing and cutting the mouth and nostrils with violent hissing sounds. Death allowed the scratches to his muzzle, bending forward so his armoured muzzle took the hits and then he reared himself right up and stomped down.

Thunderwing gave a screech and gargle of pain, his whole body pushed down and his chest almost crushed. Deathwing pulled back, intending to pick Thunder up and shaking him around, but Thunder’s wings wrapped about Death’s head and he hooked his hind claws into Death’s neck. He dug in deep, feeling the hot blood running down as he curled forward and snapped his teeth into the sharp spikes. Death threw his head upwards, pulling Thunder with him and suddenly, Thunder’s tender belly was at Death’s mouth and her bit hard! Thunderwing gave a gargle of pain and was then shaken about so violently and aggressively that it looked like the life was about to be taken form him.

“Let him down.” Tyrant called and carefully, Deathwing dropped Thunderwing down onto the ground, his belly bloodied but the wounds nothing too violent. It was unpleasant to say the least but Spike found himself oddly pleased by it, rather liking that at last he had a moment to revel in revenge. But just as they thought Deathwing and Thunderwing were done, Thunder rolled onto his front and lunged again, clearly not giving up as he stabbed his claws into Death’s shoulders. Deathwing straightened up, turning his head to him and then reared up on his hind legs as Thunder gripped firmly and then stabbed his teeth into Deathwing’s shoulders. It was enough to say he was not giving up even as Tyrant growled. “Thunderwing… you have lost!”

“Gon deaf as well as mute now…” Comet Chaser smirked in amusement, only for both Tyrant and Spike to turn their heads about to face him with an expression that screamed it was unsuitable. He pulled his head back, surprised by that one before settling down thoughtfully as they turned their heads around to look back to the situation. Thunderwing was not letting go and Deathwing just produced a slow wheeze before looking to the floor to his side. Even was Thunder was still trying to claw him out and rip him to pieces, Deathwing then tipped himself to the side and his whole weight fell down onto Thunderwing as he gave shriek and felt the heavy weight of the dragon land upon him.

All of them winced, startled to see the situation and curling their lips before shaking their heads in disbelief. Then they were rather surprised as Deathwing stood up and Thunderwing was not dead but looking exhausted. The figure was unconscious and clearly unable to fight any further whilst they all looked to him thoughtfully. Carefully, Tyrant beckoned his servants to mover Thunderwing away and on to the medical bay and though the dragons were loathe to leave, they did. They were told to tell the offspring of what was happening and that Deathwing had won, whilst they were watching everyone settle down for the bigger show that was to come.

Deathwing shook his body gently and looked over his wounds, there was nothing about him that was too bad and he gave a slow yawn before stepping over to Spike. Comet’s insides were squeezing, he looked panicked and for a moment as if he might launch upwards and attack too, unsure if he could really accept that Spike was not going to be his at all! But Spike stepped forward, making Comet lounged back and then grimace, knowing he was not going to leave right now because he was going to look forward to seeing Spike being pleasured… just hateful that it wouldn’t be him doing it again. However, Spike and Deathwing kissed softly and then nuzzled at one another, Death rubbing his shoulders lovingly and then licking about his back and shoulders before then beckoning him forward.

Deathwing’s big forelegs were open and Spike hooked onto his shoulders, letting himself being hooked right up and into a tight hug. For a few moments, Deathwing and Spike were cuddling one another happily, nuzzling and licking at each other, Spike licked at some of his bloodied wounds as they nuzzled and sighed happily together. It was then that Deathwing sat back and then Spike gently sat himself down and then rolled onto his back. He spread his legs in front of his new mate, making it difficult for the others to see his pussy and Deathwing lounged forward, big paws sitting under him slightly. Spike gave a soft venting wheeze of relief and with his legs spread wide he felt Deathwing’s big mouth come to his pussy and gently, Death’s long tongue began to flick around the top of his pussy gently.

His motions were steady, slow and he was drooling quickly as he revelled in a taste he’d not been able to enjoy before. His tongue licked and slurped, rolling around the folds and urging Spike’s cock to slip upwards and greet the air. Spike gave sharp intakes, shivering slightly in excitement as he felt his cock strain out and then Deathwing decided to very lazily wrap his mouth around the cockhead. Spike gave a soft whimper, it felt so good as Deathwing then slowly began to pump his head up and down, not squeezing with his lips or sucking in too deep but making sure that Spike couldn’t contain his moans and pants of joy as the big dragon worked along his shaft.

Comet scowled, unable to contain his pout because he’d never once thought to try and do that. However, looking at the way Spike kept his eyes closed but licked his lips, taking in long drags of air and curling his back end as if to push his pussy up so it wasn’t ignored… it made Comet wince. He felt his own cock starting to throb and swell and he was not quite sure what to do but to tuck his wings in about himself as if being respectful. He kept himself hidden from all the others but his face peered out the gap in his wings to watch the situation. He was watching the pretty pink spike being drawn into that big mouth but that beckoning pussy was starting to glisten and desperate for attention! Comet couldn’t stand it; he wanted to be the one making Spike feel this good and yet… he wasn’t correcting himself on this occasion and saying it should be about him breeding the figure.

Deathwing continued to suck in and out, growling lovingly as his huge cock made a thump on the ground, erect and massive and making all the others gulp. Spike didn’t care though, his hips kept jolting and he gave an anxious whine, knowing he was going to reach a climax and it felt amazing and yet, tears started to form in his eyes. There was a part of him that wished Boulder was here, that wished Boulder was the one doing this to him and that Boulder was the one that should be making him feel so good. Guilt gripped him and he knew this was just what was supposed to happen… but what could he do? He gave an anxious whine as he thrust with his hips and then suddenly, gave a loud gasp of relief and delight, squirting cum into Deathwing’s mouth as the big male opened his mouth to show it off and then gulped heavily.

Comet gulped too; would he be able to do such a thing to Spike? He rather doubted it, but now Spike seemed to slump back, exhausted but trembling with his pussy wide and desperate for attention. Deathwing knew he was going to have to work hard for his cock to be able to fit and so he brought his mouth to Spike’s pussy, his great lips dragging against the lower ones as his tongue dipped in and wriggled about. He began to slowly kiss, massage, pinch and practically make out with Spike’s pussy as the red dragon gave a low keen of pleasure, his hips twitching and his legs splaying out even wider, as wide as he could as Deathwing was sucking and delving in deep with his tongue.

Comet was staring with another hungry gulp, his cock throbbing and out as he remembered the feel of Spike’s gorgeous, velveteen pussy gripping about his cock in warm, boiling folds that oozed honey and sucked along his length. He could feel it now and he imagined if he could feel his tongue inside there, not even sure if he could recall if he’d ever even brought his mouth there before. It was hard to even imagine it, hard to think he’d ever given Spike the type of care this being was giving him and Comet hated it! He hated it because Spike was keening more, his legs lifting and it was obvious that there was fluid dripping from the tip of Deathwing’s cock… the giant was enjoying it, loving Spike and oblivious to their audience of aroused and stunned dragons.

Deathwing then pulled his mouth and tongue out, bringing a paw to Spike’s mouth as the panting dragon grasped his wrist and wrapped his wet mouth around the digits. He sucked and mouthed them, coating them in his drool, kissing the palms and moaning happily as Deathwing’s nostrils produced steady jets of steam. He was thoroughly aroused and he needed to make sure to fit in without damage and so he brought his wet paw down to Spike’s pussy. Carefully he slid a digit in, feeling the sudden grip about him tug him upwards and he rubbed upwards and then about in a gently, swinging motions. Like he was rocking his digit, he rubbed it against the walls of the pussy, feeling the muscles relax back, ready for him to go deeper and so he added a second digit.

It joined with a nice wet squish that made Spike gasp and his hips jolt, but the two digits stretched and scissored. He rubbed the walls to they kept wide, pressed upwards to rub the soft tip of his toes against the tender flesh. He rolled his digits down, feeling the sticky honey oozing down onto him, glazing the digits as they curled and rubbed. Spike could feel the pressure but he gave a soft whine as a third was added, filling him quite well and then pumping, the wet noise filling the air with an eagerly anticipated sound. Spike groaned and keened, Deathwing pumped his digits in and out, hearing the wet pops and the beautiful honey dribbling down the length of his paw and onto his wrist. Each time he thrust inside it was gaining more fluid and getting wetter and wetter, he could feel the muscles squeezing around him and then Spike’s insides squeezed him violently before Spike gave a groan of pleasure.

A sudden squirt of the honey splashed up Deathwing’s arm and Comet almost came himself, hissing within his wing shields and not wanting to touch his firmly erect cock. He was so hateful and bitter… he wanted to be causing that; he wanted to be the one to plough into Spike over and over and produce as many eggs as they could. But he could still see the thickness of the cock that was to go inside and he was not sure how Spike was going to manage, Deathwing lifted his hands up and licked the pleasure from it before considering what to do, only for Spike to give a soft chuckle. He rolled onto his front and then stepped to Deathwing’s side and gave him a gentle push to the chest with a pleasant expression.

“Deathwing… how about I try riding, it means you won’t have to worry about putting too much weight on me..." Spike purred sweetly, only to have his mouth smothered as Deathwing kissed him romantically, their lips massaging as their tongues slid against each other. It was a little embarrassing to taste himself, but Spike pulled back and then gave Deathwing the firm little push to go on his back. The big blue dragon nodded his head and then gently lay himself back onto the ground, his huge legs spread and his massive cock sitting upright, thick and throbbing and intimidating. All of the other dragons were looking to it and then looking to Spike, it almost looked like it could have been a leg for the little red medic and they all gave each other cautious looks. However, Spike hopped up into his legs, spread his own and then carefully brought his pussy lips that were widened and wet down onto the top of the cock.

He gave a few steadying breaths, squeezing his pussy around the thick head that stretched him out even if it was not even fully inside. Spike gave steady breaths as he carefully pushed his weight downwards, his legs completely spread and his tail as upright as possible. Carefully he pushed himself downwards, pushing down and squeezing as he felt himself being filled by the widened head. He let the cockhead sit comfortably inside, his walls squeezing, clenching and pulsing as Spike panted and then tried to sort his breathing out far more better. As once as he was sure it was comfortable and could feel it throbbing happily within himself, he carefully pushed himself down a little further, moaning out as Deathwing groaned.

“Don’t rush yourself Spike… I wouldn’t want my darling to be hurt…” Deathwing purred softly, but his cock was throbbing and pulsing, he felt like pushing up already. It was almost impossible to think of him try to plough his way into Spike, he’d wound him too easily, but the red dragon looked over his shoulder at the big blue brute and stuck his tongue out. He took more steadying pants and then gently sat down further; his pussy being stretched wide to the point it almost looked like the inner folds were being pulled out as he lifted upwards. His lips squeezed hungrily around the cock as it was dragged up them, wanting the cock kept in comfortably, before he then dropped back down steadily again. He panted a few more times, hearing the grinding of Deathwing’s teeth to say that he was desperate to pound in.

“You know darling… once we’re used to this I might be riding you a lot just for exercise…” Spike teased, the other dragons trying not to grin and assume the solemn moment this whole thing was supposed to be. However it was utterly embarrassing and Comet gave a shuddering moan that made them all turn to the figure hidden within he wings. Thankfully, none of them could see the stain he’d made on his wings, his cock emptied at the thought of being pinned down by Spike and being ridden hungrily by the maniac wanting to be bred. It was utterly embarrassing and Comet would never let anyone of them see what he was doing.

Spike then slid back down, lifted back up, slid down further and rose more, his insides stretching and coping. His honey was oozing and dribbling all the way down, his pussy stretching as wide as he could and yet he was not in too much pain. Deathwing had worked him well and carefully, Spike was bouncing up and down, dragging their pussy up and down, glazing the thick cock that was swelling, bulging and he could feel it stretch him more. Spike licked his lips, he could feel the vibrating deep within that said Deathwing was going to knot very soon and it was going to hurt like hell, but then it would all be over. Spike continued to dip himself up and down, again and again as Deathwing began to keen and then he felt that swell.

It snagged in, stretching him out so wide he almost teared, the sudden pressure was enough he squeezed back and squirted from his cock and his pussy with a loud whine of pleasure. Deathwing then leant forward, huge arms around Spike carefully and wings tucking around them, kissing at Spike as his knot wedged in tight. Spike looked about to pass out but was panting steadily as Deathwing licked his face hungrily to keep him conscious. Steadily, a thick pulse of cum was squirting in quite deep, deep into Spike’s womb and the sensation was not only soothing but satisfying as he moaned and Deathwing held him whilst still pumping his cum into Spike’s body.

They were mates now.