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Murry's dad slowly drifted awake, his mind gradually becoming aware of different sensations, the very first one happening to be the feel of his son cuddled in his arms, followed by the warmth of the sun's rays against his scales, announcing the arrival of the morning. As time ticked by, the older dragon realized that Murry's tail was still in his tailhole, and his sheath was rubbing against the base of Murry's tail. Murry's dad mmmed quietly, then sensed his son's gaze. He looked at Murry, smiling. "Good morning, Son."

Murry nuzzled lovingly at his dad's nose, then simply rested his nose against the older dragon's, pRRrRRrring, "Morning, Dad..."

Murry's dad smiled more, grooming Murry's muzzle affectionately, the younger dragon sighing happily and closing his eyes. "Did you sleep well?" the older dragon inquired.

Murry wiggled against his father, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging closer to him. "Oh, Dad, of course I did. You're so warm and loving..." Murry nosed his dad's nose again, then nestled his head between his father's lower jaw and the top of his neck, RrRRrrring happily.

Murry's dad returned the hug, holding his son closer to him, idly rubbing the younger one's back as he, too, pRrrRRrred. "Awwr, of course I'm warm and loving to you. I love you: you're my son."

Murry squirmed happily in his dad's arms, nuzzling and licking under his chin. "Mmmm...I love you, too, dad. You always do so much for me. You're there for me and love me, no matter how I feel or what I do...And I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me and will always protect me and stuff..." Murry pulled back to gaze into his father's eyes, the older dragon astonished to see tears forming in them. "I love you, Dad, more than I've ever loved someone in my whole life and more than I ever thought possible."

Murry's dad choked up, nuzzling at his son's muzzletip. "I love you just as much, Son. You're precious to me. You make me happy whenever I see you and you make me proud to be your father."

Murry returned his head to under his dad's jaw and against his neck, tears trickling down his cheeks, just as they were down his dad's own cheeks. The two dragons just cuddled together, riding the wave of the powerful love they share.

When they recovered their composure, Murry Rrrred out, "I'm glad that you feel that way, Dad. I was afraid that you were just using me as a...a sex toy til you found another mate."

The older dragon shook his head, scritching between Murry's wings. "Of course not, Son. Though I enjoy making love to you, I'd never do it unless you wanted. And, as for 'until I find another mate,' I don't need one. I've already found the one that's perfect for me. If it happens to be my son, so be it. I'd rather give my heart to someone who I know won't break it."

Murry's pRrRRRrrring increased in volume, his wings twitching at his dad's scritches. He nuzzlelicked the back of his father's jaw, his tail tip twitching merrily within the hot confines of his dad's tailhole. He RRrrRRrred out, "It makes me so happy to hear that, Dad. Immensely happy."

Murry's dad meeped at the sudden sensation of his son's twitching tailtip, uncontrollably letting out a moan and squeezing his insides against it whilst squeezing Murry against him. "Well, Son, " he grunted, "your happiness is mine..."

Pleased at his dad's reaction to his accidentally wiggling tail, Murry slowly began to slide it in and out of him again, the older dragon moaning once more and trembling under him. "Your happiness is mine, too, Dad," Murry pRrrRRrrred.

Murry's dad shuddered as he was slowly tailfucked by his son, clutching Murry tightly to him. His sheath twitched and began to grow as his member hardened. After a moment, it slid out and immediately buried itself into Murry's rear, causing both dragons to gasp. The sudden feeling of his cock surrounded by Murry's warmth shocked the older dragon back to his senses. "Son..? Are you sure..?"

Murry mmmmmed as his ass was filled with his dad's throbbing shaft. He licked his lips, his muzzle hanging open slightly as he panted a bit. He pushed his placed his forepaws on his dad's shoulders, pushing himself up, then gazed into his dad's eyes. "Oh...Yes, Dad...I'm sure. I told you I loved you and I want to show it..."

Murry's dad grasped his son's shoulders. "Aye, Son, I know, but there are other ways...of expressing your love..."

Murry kissed his dad fully on the muzzle lips. "I know, Daddy, but I still would like to do this..."

Murry's dad squeezed his shoulders. "Okay, Son...If you want to do this, I won't stop you."

Another kiss. "I didn't expect you would, Dad. Thank you. Now, just relax and let me do the work."

The older dragon nodded, relaxing under his son, shuddering every few moments as Murry's tail continued to pump within him.

Murry then pushed himself back into his dad's lap, both dragons letting out moans of pleasure, Murry from the feel of his father's shaft sliding deeper into him, Murry's dad from the feel of his son's hot walls rubbing against his rod. When the older dragon's cock was buried fully in him, Murry rocked forward using his hindpaws, causing the thick member to slide slowly out of him.

When Murry felt the first few drops of pre dribbling into him, he sped up just a little to quickly, but thoroughly, coat his insides with the slick liquid, causing the stiff shaft of the older dragon to move more smoothly in and out of Murry. Murry maintained this pace for a little while, moving himself up and down his dad's cock, once again closing his eyes in delight as it spread him open.

Murry's dad moaned blissfully as his son rode his dick, even moreso as the younger dragon's tail slid in and out of him in time with Murry's forward and backward movement, his eyes also closing with intense pleasure. As Murry continued to slide up and down his shaft, the older dragon began to rub his forepaws slowly against the sexy, muscular body of his son, pawdigits tracing each of the muscular groove along Murry, the younger dragon MRRRRrring louder at the soft, roaming touches against his scales. Murry's dad worked his way across Murry's strong chest and down his sides, whereupon Murry's dad simply rested them there, gently grasping Murry and seeming to help Murry's movements.

Eventually, it felt to Murry as though his dad was trying to get him to speed up. So, Murry slowly began to speed up, his own hardened, slick cock sliding throbbingly against his father's belly scales, depositing prodigious amounts of pre on him and making both dragons moan continuously. With the encouragement of his dad's paws, Murry was soon moving back and forth as fast as he could, grunting as the thick length of his father frequently hilted in him when he shoved back into the older dragon's lap. Soon, the frequency and the power of each hilting increased as his dad shoved up against him.

Murry's dad started to roam his paws against Murry's body again, rubbing the younger dragon's tummy for a few moments before reaching under Murry, one paw curling around Murry's shaft and the other cupping Murry's nuts, squeezing them gently, eliciting more pleasured gasping and moaning from Murry. Immediately, Murry's father began stroking Murry's cock, matching the stroking with Murry's movements as well.

Murry whimpered happily when his dad clutched his nuts and began stroking his shaft, his body responding with a slight confusion as to what he liked better. Then, Murry decided that his dad's member was the best feeling of the two, so he continued to fuck himself on it, closing quickly on his release.

Murry's dad also felt himself draw near his climax, the shuddering of Murry's insides against his throbbing length combined with the equally shuddering, thrusting of his son's tail driving him on.

Somehow, Murry sensed the imminent eruption of his father's cock, so he slammed himself down into his dad's lap, fully burying the dribbling cock within him while, at the same time, he clenched against it and shoved his tail into the wonderfully hot and tight confines of his dad's tailhole. Much to Murry's delight, this did the trick, for, as soon as he did so, he felt this father's penis twitch, then spew out its hot liquid, coating Murry's insides with quick spurts of his dad's thick, creamy cum, the sticky, steamy seed filling Murry. The sensation was so wonderfully exquisite that, moments later, Murry's cock jerked in his dad's clenching paw, beginning to shoot his own load all over the helplessly squirming and moaning older dragon.

Eventually, both cocks had finished their spurting, Murry's cum oozing on his dad's chest, neck and tummy, the older dragon's seed radiating a welcome warmth throughout Murry. Not caring about the messiness of his dad, Murry deliberately sprawled out comfortably on top of him, immediately smearing out the goo onto himself, pRRrRRrrring at being covered in cum with his dad snuggling him. Murry nuzzled his dad's neck, covering his muzzletip with more cum, then simply lay there with his dad as they recovered.

Murry's dad echoed the happy little prrrz coming from his son as he cuddled the younger dragon against him, licking gently at Murry's forehead, Mmmphing from time to time as he encountered bits of Murry's cum. He scritched the scales between Murry's wings again, causing Murry to squirm happily. "MMmmm...Son, what do you say we get cleaned up?"

Murry snuggled closer to his dad, mrbling out, "Awwwr, Dad...Can we wait just a lil longer? It's just way too comfy in your arms and wings right now."

The elder dragon smiled down at his son, licking affectionately at the younger dragon's muzzletip. Never being able to deny his son, he replied. "Sure thing, Murry."

Murry wiggled against his dad. "Thanks, Dad..." He Rrrred, laying the side of his head against his dad's chest, listening to the elder dragon's pRRrRRRrrring as it resonated within him. Murry closed his eyes as his dad continued to rub and scritch his back, shivering from time to time as the elder dragon's paws and claws encountered an extra sensitive area. Murry sighed happily, his tailtip twitching back and forth inside his dad.

Murry's dad grfed when he felt his son's tail twitching within him, looking down at Murry with a slight smirk and pausing in his minstrations. Apparently, the younger dragon sensed father's eyes on him, for Murry opened his eyes and tilted his head up to gaze adoringly at him, resting his muzzletip on his. Murry's dad moaned then, the tail within him starting to ripple and brush against his inner walls, the mere sight of him caused Murry to try and swish his tail He kissed his son on the lips for a moment, then said, "Okay, Son. You can pull it out now."

Murry nodded and slowly pulled his tail from his dad's hole, the older dragon writhing and wiggling with uncontrollable moans, his insides gripping against the appendage, part of him wanting it to stay in. Finally, Murry succeeded in pulling out his tail, wrapping it around his dad's. Murry then licked a bit of cum from his father's chest. "MMmmm..." he said. "'Bout ready to clean up, Dad?"

Murry's dad kissed him once again, slipping the tips of his tongue's forks into the younger dragon's muzzle. "Aye, Son."

Murry nodded. "Okay...Brace yourself."

The elder dragon nodded and Murry proceeded to pull himself from his dad. At first, it was easy as his dad's spent cock was only semi-rigid. That changed, though, towards the end. The feel of Murry's heated insides brushing against his softened shaft caused the elder dragon's cock to become hard again. Almost painfully, and with a slight yelp, Murry pulled off his dad. The elder dragon mmmmed as some of his seed dribbled down his shaft and sheath.

Murry, after pulling from his dad, collapsed pantingly on top of his father. His dad simply mmmed and chuckled, cuddling Murry again until the younger dragon recovered his strength once again.

Slowly, Murry's breathing returned to normal and his pRRrRRrring slowly emerged once again, strong as before. MRRrRrrblingly, Murry licked softly at his dad's chest, the older dragon mmming quietly as he felt the wetness of Murry's tongue against his scales. Murry continued to lick at his dad, moving upwards in a side to side motion, mmmming himself as he tasted both his cum and his dad's chest scales. Soon, Murry worked his way up his dad's chest, then neck, then ended up licking at the older dragon's muzzletip, nuzzling at it when his dad nuzzled his.

The older dragon squeezed his son in a hug. "Ready to clean up now, Son?"

Murry couldn't help but giggle as he and his dad had exchanged this particular phrase for more than an hour at least.

The giggle earned a quizzical look from his father. "What's so funny?"

Murry smirked up at his dad, licking his nose. "Nothing, Dad."

Murry's dad growfed. "Nothing, eh? Well, we can't have you laughing at nothing, can we? Others would think you were weird."

Murry blinked a couple of times, then SQUEEEEEED! when the older dragon's forepaw digits started dancing ticklishly against his sides. Murry giggled uncontrollably as he writhed under his dad's wings, trying to squirm away from the tickly paws.

After a few moments, Murry successfully squirmed out from his dad's wings, and immediately bounded away, heading out of the main cave and towards the large cave that served as their bathing cave. As soon as he got there, Murry spun about and hunkered down to pounce his dad as the older dragon chased after him.

Unfortunately, it didn't go as Murry planned. No sooner did the younger dragon spin about, than, with a playful rar!, his dad pounced at him from the cave entrance. Murry barely had time to pop to his haunches to meet his dad's pounce before they collided, the collision causing both dragons to tumble down to their bathing pool as a jumble of giggling, tickling and nipping scales. When they finally stopped, Murry was on his back under his dad, laying in the water. Murry could tell that the water was pleasantly warm as it sloshed against his back scales and his wings.

Quite suddenly, Murry jolted. As expected, Murry's dad was lovingly licking at his son's snout, taking a few moment to show a little more love to his son. This, though, was not what caused the jolt. The jolt was caused by the feel of his father's sheath brushing lightly against his. Murry grunted, "Daaaad! We're here to get cleaned up, not make more messes!"

Murry's dad tilted his head quizzically at Murry for a moment, then a slow smirk spread across his muzzle. He accidentally pushed his sheath more forcefully against his son's causing a small moan to come from Murry. "Oh...Sorry, Son..," the elder dragon said in a less-than-believable voice, starting to rock back and forth over his son, rubbing his sheath up and down Murry's the younger dragon groaning helpless lee under him. Soon, both sheaths were twitching.

At some point, Murry regained some of his composure. Lightly, he bapped the side of his dad's muzzle. "Daaad!"

Murry's dad giggled at the bap, rolling off of Murry and back on his paws. Still giggling, the older dragon waded into the water.

Shaking his head in amusement, Murry also rolled onto his paws, prudently acquiring some soap and a scrub brush before wading out after his dad. Murry stood next to the older dragon, watching for a moment as his father blew bubbles impishly in the water. The older dragon was completely submerged with only the top of his head showing, like a crocodile. After a moment, he stood up, the water now coming halfway up his sides. Murry held out the brush and soap to him.

Murry's dad nuzzled Murry's chest. "How about you do me and I'll do you?"

Murry mrrrrbled at his dad's nuzzling, rubbing between the older dragon's horns. "Okay, Dad."

At that point, Murry took the brush and loaded the bristles with some of the soap, proceeding to scrub his dad down, paying exquisite detail to every detail of his dad's sexy body. Needless to say, Murry had a throbbing erection even before he was halfway through. However, the younger dragon still had his wits about him, so he was able to finish with the back half of the older dragon. Murry's dad, completely oblivious to the state of arousal he caused in his son, simply stood there and PRRrRRrrrd.

When Murry finished with his dad's back, he asked the older dragon to roll over so he could scrub at his front. Murry's dad complied, floating spread eagle on the surface. Water cascaded over the elder dragon's scales, flowing down the valleys of his rippling muscles.

Murry let out a quiet little moan, then went to work again to cover his little slip. After all, he told himself, there were here to get cleaned up, not make more messes. Still, it was hard for Murry, scrubbing his sexy dad and all.

Still, Murry did his best at cleaning, scrubbing his dad's neck, chest arms, legs, tail and fore and hindpaws. Murry had to fight the urge to suck on the older dragon's hindpaw's again, but dispelled that thought by working on his dad's wings. After they were done, Murry rinsed off his dad.

The RrRRrrring older dragon opened his eyes to look questioningly at his son, reaching up to scritch a little at Murry's neck. "Son...you missed a spot..." The older dragon gazed between his hindlegs.

Murry helplessly followed the gaze, getting an eye full of his dad's sheath and nuts. He swallowed. "Erm..."

Murry's dad cupped his son's chin in his paw, pulling the younger dragon's gaze from between his legs to look at him. "Son, it's okay. "I'll do it myself." He nuzzled Murry's muzzletip, then took the scrub brush and soap from the younger, uncertain dragon. As Murry watched, the older dragon began to scrub himself between his legs.

Now, Murry's dad only intended to scrub himself clean, but the swish-swish of the bristles against his sheath aroused him. He kept scrubbing himself longer than necessary, moaning quietly to himself. Soon, his shaft slid slowly out of his sheath and he proceeded to scrub at it as well, mmmming at the contact.

Murry was beside himself with his own arousal, his member throbbing with his rapid heartbeat as he watched his dad's scrubbings. When the shaft of his father slid out, Murry's mouth watered and he realized what he needed to do.

At this point, the older dragon dropped the scrub brush and was simply stroking his member with a soapy paw, his hindlegs spread wide, moaning with delight as he pumped his paw faster and faster. Suddenly, his moaning was interrupted by a merp? of surprise when he felt another paw rubbing against him. He opened and eye and peered, seeing the back of his son's head and one of his paws stroking against his soapy shaft. Murry's dad growfed happily, removing his paw and rubbing the back of Murry's neck instead. Murry rrRRrred blissfully, continuing to stroke his dad.

After a few moments of pleasuring his father, Murry decided that the older dragon's dick was clean enough. So, Murry dived down and drew some clean water into his muzzle, then resurfaced, hovering his muzzle over the sudzy and hard shaft of his dad. Immediately, Murry sprayed the water over his dad's hot cock, sheath, and balls, repeating this maneuver until all the soap was rinsed off.

Afterwards, Murry became mesmerized by his dad's penis, helplessly staring at the thick cock as it throbbed in tune with his father's heartbeat In a few moments, Murry found himself inching his muzzle closer to it, feeling drunken by his father's scent, touched with the fragrance of soap. Murry's muzzle was nearly touching the older dragon's cock when, suddenly, he felt a gentle paw on his shoulder, snapping him out of his reverie. He turned and looked at his dad, love dancing in his eyes. He meeped? in curiosity.

Murry's dad rubbed his paw up and down Murry's arm, returning the loving look. "Son, I thought you wanted to clean up..."

Murry mRRrRRed, leaning against his dad. He nodded up at him. "Aye, Dad. I was just..." he looked back at the stiff rod. "..captivated..."

The older dragon patpatted Murry's shoulder. "I'm sure you were, Son. Let's get you cleaned up, then we can indulge you." He reached down and rubbed his nutsack. "Besides, it'll give me time to make a lil more juice for your enjoyment."

Murry nodded, a bit sullenly, but he did as he was told. Recovering the dropped soap and brush, his dad rolled over onto his paws, then sat up on his haunches, beckoning his son over to him. Obediently, Murry swam over to him, starting to RRrRrr helplessly, especially when his dad's wings gently enshrouded him. Murry relaxed back against them as his dad began to scrub his scales, Murry's pRRrRRrring increasing at the soapy bristles' scritch-scritched across his scales.

Smiling fondly at his wildly pRRrRRrring son, Murry's dad worked the brush gently back and forth across the younger dragon's scales, working slowly down Murry's neck, chest, tummy, and under his tail, then went back to scrub meticulously at Murry's arms, legs, and fore and hindpaws, the scrubbing against Murry's hindpaws sending the younger dragon into several giggle fits.

Murry's dad then, with a slight smile, began to scrub between Murry's hindlegs, running the sudsy bristles slowly from Murry's tailhole, up across his nutsack, then his sheath, then against his son's shaft, only to end up rubbing it the other way. This sensation caused Murry to groan and writhe in his dad's wings, all four paws twitching helplessly in the air, his hindlegs spreading widely at his father's attentions.

The older dragon then set down the brush and soap, both items floating on the surface of the water. With his paws now free, Murry's dad began to trace a pawdigit teasingly up and down his son's hard cock, the other busily cupping Murry's balls and rubbing them against his body, making Murry start panting and moaning more.

Then, to the older dragon's surprise, Murry let out a whine of protest. Murry's dad erped? and paused in his attentions, nuzzling at his son's forehead. "What's wrong, Murry?"

Murry pouted, but couldn't help but lick at his dad's lower jaw. "Awrrr, Dad!" he finally said, "I wanted to indulge myself on you first!"

Kissing Murry on the top of his muzzle, Murry's dad replied. "I understand, Son, but I'm going to go first. Father's prerogative." As he replied, he drifted a paw down to rub around Murry's tailhole.

Murry squirmed in his father's wings at the rubbing paws, but ended up pouting more. "But...but, Daaaaad!"

Quite suddenly, Murry's dad pushed a pawdigit into Murry's tailhole, wiggling it about. Murry's protests ended in a loud squee! and he wriggled helplessly in his dad's wings even more. The elder dragon smiled at his son, pushing the digit in even deeper, feeling the warm orifice contracting around it. "Besides, it'll give me more time to make more cum. You're young, so you can cum more often than me."

Murry, quite literally, was in no position to reply. All he could do was wriggle and moan uncontrollably in his dad's wings as the older dragon probed his tail hole. His dad MRrRRrrbled, "I knew you'd see it my way. Now, just relax...Daddy'll take care of you."

Murry echoed his dad's MRRRRRrbling amongst his pleasured moans, shuddering even more when his dad started moving his pawdigit in and out of his tailhole, slowly fucking him with it, his thrusting short. Murry unconsciously wrapped his tail around his dad's forearm, trying to get the older dragon to push it in deeper, but his dad was already pushing it in as deep as it would go. Eventually, Murry's tail simply rested coiled around his dad's forearm. Murry groaned, his body wavering in his dad's wings.

Murry's dad smiled fondly once again at his son, thinking that Murry looked so cute cradled in his wings, eyes closed and moan after moan escaping his lips at his dad's probing digit. The older dragon stopped stroking Murry's cock with his other paw, instead, using it to rinse off his son's body, starting at his neck and working down to his tummy, then finally back at the hard, throbbing member. Again, Murry's dad stroked the shaft, Murry letting out a slight gasp at the gripping of his member once more, pushing up eagerly against the paw.

Murry's dad purred happily to himself at Murry's reactions and pleasured sounds. Slowly, he moved his muzzle closer to his son's chest, licking gently and slowly across it, working his way down. Murry sighed at the contact, pushing his wings against his dad's to push up against the warm ribbon of flesh. The older dragon Mmmmed at the taste and texture of Murry's scales against his tongue as he licked even lower, now licking against Murry's tummy scales. At this point, the older dragon could feel the wet, pre-dribbling tip of Murry's cock rub against his chin. An involuntary moan escaped his own muzzle at the lewd contact and he rubbed his chin more forcefully against it, making Murry moan louder and squirm more.

Murry's dad grinned, RrRRrrring louder now. Teasingly, he licked his way down further, licking the scales between Murry's steamy shaft, sheath, and nuts and his left hindleg. This maneuver caused an actual whine to come from Murry, then the whine ended with another pleasured grunt when the older dragon rammed his pawdigit deep into Murry's arse again.

Then, a familiar urge came across the older dragon, and he pulled his pawdigit from the steamily hot confines of his son's tailhole. Before Murry could react, his father ran his tongue all around Murry's hole, tasting the excess semen that he'd deliberately left there during his scrubbing. Murry began to thrash about in his wings, so the older dragon placed his forepaws against Murry's shoulders. Holding his son still, Murry's dad continued to lick around the hot opening.

When he'd made sure all the cum around Murry's hole was licked up, he suddenly delved his tongue deep into the clenching orifice, wriggling it all around in the younger dragons arse. Luckily, Murry's dad had a good grip on his son, otherwise Murry would've jolted clear out of his wings. Murry's dad moaned, panting heavily against Murry's nuts, pleased when each breath he took filled his nostrils with Murry's hot scent. He continued to lick out the hot area, his paws kneading Murry's shoulders.

Murry whimpered helplessly as his tongue rooted around in the younger dragon's anal passage, then let out a oooo when the wriggling ribbon began to dart in and out rapidly. Then, suddenly, it was gone, quickly replaced by his dad's digit again. Then, Murry felt that same ribbon sliding against his bulging nutsack then up his sheath, then against his aching shaft.

Murry's dad lapped at the throbbing pole like a dog would lap at water. With each lap, the elder dragon inched closer and closer to the tip, which was now spewing Murry's pre in a continual stream. Murry's dad let out a growl of appreciation as the forks of his tongue lashed out at the stream, the older dragon mmmmming again at the taste as it cascaded over his tongue.

After lapping at the tip a few more times, Murry's dad closed his muzzle lips around Murry's cockhead, the younger dragon jolting and pushing up against his dad's lips with a low growl of lust. Murry's dad moved his head back at the sudden thrust, content simply with suckling on the tip and swallowing his son's tasty pre. At least, for the moment.

Murry continued to thrust his hips up and down, trying to push his shaft into his father's suckling muzzle. The rest of Murry's body alternated between limp to tremblingly stiff, almost every other breath that the younger dragon exhaled was a long and shuddering moan.

Soon, Murry's thrusting became more insistent, so, when Murry thrust up again, the older dragon opened his maw and allowed the hot shaft to slide in, while, at the same time, he began probing Murry's tailhole with his pawdigit again. Murry drew in a gasping breath, letting it out as a whine as his body was seared with even more intense pleasure as his member was engulfed in the hot moistness of his dad's muzzle.

Again, Murry's dad bobbed his head in time with Murry's thrusting, keeping the hot dick buried in his muzzle, wrapping his tongue around it and suckling gently, closing his eyes and mRRrrring deeply as he, too, was pleasured by the throbbing cock pressed against the roof of his muzzle and the taste of Murry's delicious pre coating his tongue and throat.

Murry hissed, moaned, and groaned randomly as his mind was hammered relentlessly with wave after wave of indescribable ecstasy. Blindly, almost of their own accord, Murry's forepaws began to rub against the top of his dad's head, scritching between his father's horns. The older dragon shivered at the scritching, letting out a vibrating mmmmmm. Murry's paws then worked their way to the bases of the older dragon's horns, scritching at them as well, earning another moan from his father.

At that point Murry wrapped a paw around each horn, holding his dad's head still as he thrust deeper into the older dragon's muzzle, pushing his dribbling tip past the top of his throat and into it. Then, almost immediately, Murry pulled out, leaving just the tip of his leaking shaft in his dad's mouth.

This first thrust was met by a little resistance from Murry's dad, as he didn't expect the younger dragon to shove his cock in so quick, shockingly cutting off his air for a moment. But, when Murry pulled his shaft out, leaving behind the slimy wetness of his precum, the older dragon realized what was going on. Mrfing to himself in delight, Murry's dad danced the tips of his tongue on his son's piss-slit, waiting patiently for the next thrust. He didn't wait long.

Murry idled for a moment, assimilating all the sensations pounding on his nervous system as much as he could; the warmth of his dad's wings around him, the delightful pumping of his dad's digit in his tailhole, and the warm, sucking sensation around his aching shaft. After a few moments of enjoying this, Murry's hips twitched and, with an encouraging mrrr from his dad, Murry pushed his hard shaft into his father's eagerly sucking muzzle, the wet tip again passing beyond the older dragon's tonsils and into his throat.

Murry's dad would moan in pleasure as his son's shaft filled his throat again, if he could. Eagerly the older dragon pushed his muzzle as far down into Murry's crotch as possible, his son's intoxicated, aroused scent cascading over his nostrils. Murry's dad continued his pulsating suckling, slipping another pawdigit into Murry's tailhole, causing the younger dragon to jump, trying to push even more of his cock into his dad's hot throat. Smiling happily, Murry's dad continued to pump his digits in his son's hole, sucking with even more enthusiasm upon the younger one's cock.

After keeping his cockhead in his dad's throat for a moment, Murry started to pull out. When the head of his shaft slipped out of the older dragon's throat, Murry's dad immediately started PrrrRRRrring and moaning, the vibration of his pRrrRRrrzz transmitting into Murry's member, the younger dragon groaning so deeply from the sensation, it borderlined a growl. Helplessly, he clenched his ass muscles against the pleasantly invading pawdigits of his father.

As Murry pulled his hot prick from his muzzle, the older dragon increased the pulses of his sucking, craving the feel of Murry's meat deep in his muzzle. Despite the increased pulsing, though, Murry pulled out til his dickhead was the only thing left in his dad's muzzle. Again, his dad danced and scraped the forks of his tongue against the streaming slit.

Murry spent about half the time idling this time around, the increasing levels of unbearable pleasure quickly overriding his control. Again, he shoved his prick into his dad's warm muzzle, this time not even pausing before pulling it out again. Finally, lust then overpowered Murry and he started humping his dad's muzzle with quicker and more powerful thrusts, shuddering and moaning as the pleasure in him built closer to his climax.

Murry's dad issued a choked meep at the power of Murry's thrusting, finding that he had trouble breathing; Murry's thrusting was too fast for the older dragon to breathe anymore than gasps. This concern was quickly washed away by the sensation of Murry's cock sliding back and forth in his muzzle. Soon, despite his problem, Murry's dad started bobbing his head against Murry's thrusting. Luckily, this made it easier for the older dragon to breathe, allowing him to concentrate fully on pleasuring Murry and himself, sucking harder and even more eagerly on his son's cock and pumping his pawdigits more and more in Murry's clenching asshole.

Harder and faster Murry pumped, edging closer and closer. The older dragon sensed the tensing of Murry's body and knew his son was about to cum. Eager to help him do so, he slipped his muzzle off his son's shaft and took his pawdigits out of Murry's tailhole. Then, he quickly grasped his son's member, stroking it rapidly as he shoved his wiggly tongue into the hot depths of his son's tailhole, rapidly darting it in and out, delving deeper and deeper with each thrust.

That tore it for Murry. Roar-whining out, "Oooooooo, Daaaaaaddddyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!" Murry erupted. When he did, Murry's dad hurriedly switched paw for muzzle again, head bobbing once again against the now-spurting shaft of his writhing and thrashing son. Again and again and again, Murry fired his hot seed into the elder dragon's muzzle, alternately coating his father's throat and the interior of his muzzle, the elder dragon mmmmming and pRrrRrring at the taste and feel of his son's cum flowing down his throat to warm his tummy. He continued to suck and swallow, still probing Murry's tailhole and massaging the quickly emptying nutsack with his free paw.

After several wonderful moments, Murry's flood turned to a trickle and he slumped back into the comfort of his dad's wings, releasing his dad's horns in the process, moaning and shuddering still as his dad continued sucking at his now-sensitive cock. The younger dragon then opened his eyes, gazing at his dad with all sorts of love, watching as the elder dragon continued his attentions against Murry, eyes closed as he happily sucked. Absently, Murry petted his dad, stroking the top of his muzzle, head, and the back of his neck. The older dragon grunted happily at Murry's attentions.

Finally, after sucking for several more minutes, Murry's dad slowly pulled his muzzle from Murry's shaft. Giving it a final kiss, he nuzzled and licked his way up Murry's body until he got to his son's muzzle. Then, the elder dragon wrapped his arms around Murry, bringing the younger dragon into a close, loving snuggle. Murry responded by a delighted squeep, wrapping his arms around his dad's neck, rubbing the side of his muzzle against his dad's, his heart so full of love for his father that it felt ready to burst.

Murry gasped, then actually started to cry. Needless to say, Murry's dad was startled. He meeped? in concern, pulling back to look at his son, blinking a moment, as despite the tears, Murry was beaming happily.

"Nothing's wrong, Dad," Murry said to his father's unspoken question. He kissed the older dragon fully on the lips. "Everything's just fine...More than fine..."

Murry's dad smiled at his son, then jolted, something causing the water around his own stiff member to swirl. The older dragon realized that his son was swishing his tail happily back and forth in front of his shaft. Murry's dad smiled more, his expression adding more force to his words. "I love you, Son..."

Murry meepled with joy, wiggling closer to his dad, nestling the top of his head under his dad's jaw, his cheek against his dad's neck. He was still crying happily as he replied, "I love you, too, my wonderfully magnificent father!"

Murry's dad mmmRRRrrbled happily, holding his son close to him, staring into the future, knowing that, with his son, it was going to be a bright future indeed.