The Last Straw: Part 2
This was done as a hatchday present to the awsome Raidagu on FA who inspired me to do the first one. So for his hatchday it was only fair that i continued it for him. I hope you all enjoy it as i know a few have asked for it so here it is :)
These characters do not belong to me they are copyright to their respective owners.
A single strand of bright light pierced through the darkness, shooting towards the secluded and lonely building. Through the clouds and the trees it went, bursting through the gap in the window and striking across the dragon's eye. There was a small shift in position from the sleeping dragon but he couldn't fight it. More and more light beams shone onto him and disturbed his heavy sleep. With a final sigh he turned his head away and opened his light blue eyes.
He was in his chamber. There was very little to say about it as it was a basic room fitted with only a sleeping place and a few places where he could store whatever he wished to store. It was not a massive room, it had never needed to be, but it was large enough to accommodate the large dragon easily while he slept, which was all the room was ever used for. There was another loud grunt as the dragon pulled himself from the floor and brought himself to sit on his haunches, letting the drops of light attack his body, casting beautiful dots of pale blue on the floor as they reflected off of his scales.
Looking at such a dragon you could easily guess his element. He had ice blue scales that covered his strong form, each was immaculate of dirt of grime. He was a dragon who was prided on how he looked and was seen and he made sure he kept an imposing essence by keeping his head high and his face clear from any childish smiles. His underside had scales that were bright purple like the flower of a bluebell which seemed only to enhance the chilly feeling that came over people who met this valiant dragon. Icicle-like spikes covered his back and face, a few on his shoulder and knees as well leaving no doubts in anyone's mind that this dragon was the Guardian of ice, Cyril.
He had never been one to joke around, taking pride in his work and himself and making sure that things were done to perfection. He accepted nothing less and he hated it when someone gave him any less than their best efforts. He was a proud dragon and he had a lot to be proud for, he was from a long line of powerful ice dragons and it was clear that he was a strong and brave dragon himself and he was never ashamed to make sure that people knew. He was rough with his teachings though and would make sure that things were done properly and that the necessary information was bored into his student's mind. Despite these downfalls though he was a noble dragon and one true to his word. He did things for the greater good and would stand up for things that were right. Such was the way of a Guardian.
This morning though he seemed less brilliant than he would like to admit. He had slept well the night before but he had not fully awoken, his morning wood was disappearing slowly and his mind had not yet started functioning fully. And so with his eyes still half shut and the cogs in his head still spinning up to full speed, he pushed himself onto his feet and headed out of his plain room.
He walked for a few minutes, heading down the the main room where the Guardian's would always meet. It was a sort of ritual for them, a way that they bonded. Each morning when they awoke they would head into this room and wait for the others. After they had all arrived they would go hunting and head for the lake to wake themselves up in the cool water. This morning Cyril rounded the corner and walked into the room to be greeted by utter emptiness. There were no other Guardians there and it looked as though none of them had been for a while. He had awoken at the crack of dawn, when morning's first light pierced his eyelid but he knew that Ignitus was always up well before that time. He had never liked to lie-in.
It took a few minutes before Cyril began to remember the day before. Sat in the doorway it all started to come back to him. He remember that Ignitus and Terrador had left to help out some of the villages a few days flight away from the Temple and that he and Volteer had been left to look after the Temple and the locals while they were gone. That didn't explain to him where Volteer was though. He was regularly up at the same time that Cyril was or before.
More images of the day before flashed back to him as he relived sitting in the library trying to get away from the irritating noise that the electric dragon seemed to always make. He remembered how the other Guardian had made him jump and angered him and he remembered freezing him to the floor with his mouth frozen shut. Cyril couldn't suppress a small chuckle at the memory of how the dragon had looked and how nice it had felt. When the images of more of the day came back to him he began to wonder if it was true. It felt like a dream, especially when he thought about what he had done with Volteer. Surely it wasn't true, was it?
He could only think that there was one way to find out. Lifting himself from the floor he headed back towards the library, passing through the hallways instinctively, his mind no longer focused on where he was going. He replayed the day before over and over in his mind, not believing it but he couldn't deny it either. It confused him and also excited him. The thought of having the other dragon held in place to be used as Cyril's personal slut. The ice dragon could feel his morning wood reappearing at the thought. It all sounded too much like a dream but he had no other recollections of the day before and so he sped his pace up a little, wondering if the dragon had broken free from his ice's hold yet.
He stood outside the library and quietly poked his head round the entrance. He peered around the library, searching for Volteer before slowly, quietly, making his way inside. Cyril neared the back of the library, where his memories told him it had taken place and he slowed down. He hoped that Volteer hadn't broken free yet. Maybe he was waiting to get his revenge or had escaped to get the others. He shook his head, he couldn't imagine that he had, the ice he had used had been thick and would take a while for him to break out of.
His head poked round the side of the bookcase and in front of him he saw the bright yellow frame of Volteer, his head facing away from him as the ice dragon stared at his rump. The dragon hadn't yet been able to break free from the ice, his paws still locked tight in the cold grasp but it seemed as though he had managed to get his muzzle free of the ice. He had his head drooped towards the floor and he was panting, apparently tired from his efforts to free himself.
Silently but quickly, Cyril made his decision, sliding in behind the electric dragon and, before he could stop him, he jabbed his paw into the side of his leg roughly. There was a loud yelp from the electric dragon and he turned his head back to face him, the anger and irritation clear on his face. The trick had worked though, putting his focus off with the pain so that he couldn't use his powers. It was a dirty trick but he didn't care.
"This is preposterous, outrageous, unacceptable Cyril! Free me at once!" Volteer shouted, his body shaking with anger as he shouted at his fellow Guardian. The night alone, it seemed, had done nothing to calm his anger.
"Quiet." Cyril's voice was low and almost growled. He didn't like being shouted at, even if he was wrong and he was in no mood to take any aggression from the smaller electric dragon.
Cyril's voice had enough conviction in it to stop Volteer form opening his mouth. He knew that he was in no position to command anything and that he was totally at Cyril's mercy but he wanted to get out. After spending a night alone he didn't even want to get back at Cyril, he just wanted to break free and not be used like he had been. He stared back at Cyril, his voice beginning to stutter, partially in fear and partially from the cold that soaked through his paws.
"Wh...what are you going to do to me?" Volteer's mind was desperate to know so that he could at least prepare himself. He knew there was little point in fighting it now.
"I have a problem Volteer. A problem that I think you could help with." Cyril let the words roll off of his tongue, keeping them slow and deliberately drawing the moment out. His paw rubbed slowly down Volteer's flank as he sat back and smiled cruelly at his fellow Guardian. "You see, when I woke this morning I had a minor irritation that I always get. A little phenomenon called 'Morning wood'." The ice dragon gave a small chuckle as he toyed with Volteer. His morning looked like it was going to get better after all. Cyril could see the cringe from the electric dragon already as he tuned in to what the ice dragon wanted.
"Let me guess, you wish to mount, breed, take me again?" Volteer was clearly unimpressed and still roiled about the whole situation, his eyes locked onto Cyril's.
Cyril smiled again, a cruel sly smile that made the electric dragon shiver from the sight of it. "Not at all my little bitch. I've already mounted you and I wouldn't want you to get sore back there," He gave Volteer's rump a hard slap, causing the other dragon to hiss angrily, "What I'm thinking is that you knew I would come back here this morning, you new that I would want to re-use you as my little female. That's why you didn't break free. You are a Guardian Volteer, you should have been able to break free of this. You must have wanted me to take you again and breed you more like a little slut that you are for me."
Volteer began to protest but he was promptly stopped with another hard slap on the rump, letting him know that he wasn't in charge here.
"So I will give you a little gift Volteer. As you are such a keen and eager cock lover and seeing as you appear to be smitten for me I will let you have you chance. You will pleasure me with that tongue of yours that you use so frequently." Cyril couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape his muzzle. Two matings in as many days, he was starting to enjoy the other Guardian's leaving.
Volteer shook his head. "I refuse, deny, reject to do that! You have forcefully taken me but I will not pleasure you with my mouth. It's bad enough that you bred me but I draw the line at tasting your vile shaft!" Volteer pulled at the ice once again, hoping that they would give way. He was outraged by the idea and wouldn't give in to the thought. A sudden smack onto his balls stopped him though, it wasn't a hard hit but it brought him back to the reality of the situation. Cyril once again chuckled at the sudden stop and gripped Volteer's hanging orbs, not tight but tight enough to let the electric dragon know that he wasn't in any position to make demands.
"It appears Volteer, that you have no choice. Unless of course you would rather I make you fully female right now?" He left the question hanging and soon he got his answer as the electric dragon dropped his head yet again and stopped any signs of struggling. Cyril smiled and petted the other Guardian's flank softly. "Good girl."
Slowly he headed round to the front of Volteer making sure that his shaft was on display for the electric dragon to see. The pale shaft hanging just next to his muzzle as the dragon walked by, so close that he could feel the heat from it and count the ridges that ran up the underside of the shaft. It was long and all Volteer could hope was that Cyril didn't try to make him deep throat the long spike of meat.
Cyril stood just in front of the captured dragon and he smiled, looking him right in the eyes. "And before you think about biting remember that I can do whatever I like to you for the next 5 days, all I have to do is add a little more ice to your paws." With that said he jumped up onto the electric dragon's back, his shaft hanging in front of his muzzle and as the dragon stepped forward it began to push against his muzzle, smearing his cheek in the slimy pre.
Cyril growled lightly at his pet, unhappy at how resistant he was being. He pointed his shaft again at the dragon's closed muzzle and left it hanging in front of him, giving him one last chance to prove that he was going to behave. Volteer was unhappy about that situation but having to be humped by the ice dragon seemed like a lesser evil than having his malehood removed so he swallowed his pride and opened his mouth.
Cyril wasted no time and thrust hard into his mouth, getting a good portion of his thick meat into his slut's mouth, making sure that Volteer had to swallow all of the cool pre that he produced. "You are eager little slut, I didn't even have to tell you to open your mouth. I think I was right that you've been waiting for this." Cyril hissed quietly, the feeling of Volteer's warm wet mouth making him spurt a few globs of pre into the electric dragon's throat. "You don't think that I'm going to hump that slutty muzzle of yours do you Volteer? You're going to be doing the work with the eager tongue of yours."
Volteer let loose a few muffled shouts of disapproval but the ice dragon didn't budge, keeping his meat firmly held inside his mouth. Volteer felt disgusted, he could feel the slimy drops of pre dribble down onto the back of his tongue, his throat instinctively swallowing them and the thick heady smell of Cyril's musk flooded his nose. He knew that Cyril bathed regularly but he had a potent smelling crotch and now that was held tight against the electric dragon's nose, forcing him to drink down that scent of the other male, the shaft blocking him from breathing through his mouth.
He realised that he was not going to win this battle of determination and so he shut his eyes and tried to slow his breathing for a moment before curling his tongue around the pale blue shaft that sat in his mouth and gripped it with his dexterous tongue. The taste of Cyril's cock was just like he had imagined from the musky smell, it was a salty taste that clung to his breath and made him want to clean his mouth of the flavour but he didn't dare try to remove it from his muzzle. Cyril had control over him and as long as he pleased him he wouldn't come to harm. It was a hard thing to swallow his pride to do that but he preferred that idea over the thought of being emasculated.
Volteer had no intention to draw out the pleasure that he was giving to the ice dragon, his tongue lapping hard around the shaft, and sliding up and down over it quickly to try and bring the ice dragon to climax as quickly as he could. His tongue began to clean over the shaft and from the thick spurts of pre that began to coat his throat he guessed that Cyril was starting to enjoy it. He didn't want to think of pleasing Cyril, he just wanted him to leave so he searched for the sensitive areas that he knew well. His tongue coiled around the top of the shaft, squeezing it just below the first ridge.
Cyril let a small moan loose as he felt the dragon begin to work over him with effort. He was sensitive to the touch and Volteer was doing a wonderful job of pleasuring the ice dragon with his quick and flexible tongue. "Volteer, you certainly are eager for my seed aren't you? Lapping at my shaft so quickly like a cum hungry slut," Cyril's words became hissed through his clenched teeth. He felt Volteer's tongue slow down, obviously due to the embarrassment of the thought of him being eager for Cyril's load, "Don't be embarrassed my little bitch, you were a great lay and now you're an expert with your tongue. I'm thinking of making this a more permanent job for you my eager female."
Volteer's face had flushed a bright red but he tried to shut out Cyril's degrading words, knowing that reacting to them would only spur the ice dragon on and make him degrade him more. He tried to focus on the thick shaft that had slid a little more into his mouth, the tip now poking at the back of his throat almost deep enough to make him gag. The cold feeling too made him cringe as droplet of the cold pre smeared inside his mouth making him only long to be free all the more. He tried to push some of the shaft back out with his tongue, pushing hard against it and shoving it out. The effort was futile but it brought a small growl of pleasure from the dragon above him.
"I'm sorry my little pet but I don't wish to hump your muzzle just yet. You will have to please me more with your tongue for that." The ice dragon smiled and rubbed his paw down Volteer's flank, his paw quickly arriving at the bruised rump that he had so mercilessly taken the day before. His digit rubbed down under the electric dragon's tail and, despite the small whimpers from Volteer, he rubbed his digit against the budded hole.
Volteer couldn't hold back a small moan around the thick shaft as he felt the finger rub over his rear. It sent small pleasuring vibrations through Cyril's shaft and he was soon rewarded with another glob of cold pre in his belly. He didn't want to moan and he tried to hold it back but Cyril's digit began to push inside his hole, wriggling against the walls and making him moan again around his meat. The electric dragon instead focused on his work to please Cyril. It helped to take his mind off of the probing that he was given and it helped to keep him from moaning as he was probed.
"Volteer, you moan just like a female in heat at the smallest touch. I think you enjoy this. I'm going to have to make this permanent I think, you could be my little cum slut and you'll spend your days taking my seed and begging for more. You'll wear a collar with 'bitch' inscribed on it and I'll take you for walks on a leash, perhaps I'll even rent you out to other males so you can fill that hunger for cum that you have." Cyril jeered at the captured dragon, knowing that he was most likely trying to ignore the images that he gave out. At the moment though, the idea sounded good to Cyril, he always enjoyed a good lay, whether it be male or female that gave it to him and he rarely got the chance any more.
Volteer was definitely trying to ignore the images that were in his head, his shaft had hardened through a mix of the fingering that Cyril gave him and the hormones that came with the scent of musk. He couldn't even deny anything that Cyril said with the shaft stuck in his mouth. He wanted to deny everything that he had said, he had no hunger for cum, he wasn't eager to be Cyril's personal toy and he certainly wasn't about to wear a collar and be rented out by the more dominant male. There was nothing he could say though, in his position and with a shaft blocking his mouth he had no way to retaliate and was forced to accept what Cyril had said. His face was still brightly flushed as he continued with his work.
Cyril slid his digit deeper into the greasy hole, working his way in until he could probe around no further. He was enjoying this, teasing his fellow Guardian as he forced him to suck him dry. He was also enjoying the feel of Volteer's tight hole that the dragon clenched tightly, as if trying to push him out of his rear. The ice dragon wouldn't accept that though, he was enjoying it far too much to give it up and so in small retaliation he slid a second digit up into the hole, rubbing them both against the sides of his anus and massaging his rear slowly.
Volteer had no way to stop the moans that emitted from him as a second finger began to slowly thrust in and out of him, working his tailhole over and making him tighten his lips around Cyril's shaft. The electric dragon was in no position to even attempt holding himself back now, his own shaft was hanging at full attention and was dribbling his pre all over the floor and the feeling of having Cyril's digits rubbing in and out of his tailpipe made his breathing turn into panting. He sucked harder, trying to get Cyril to finish quickly so that he didn't have to put up with any more of this toying and almost torture-like pleasure.
Cyril couldn't hold back much longer himself. He slid his digits from his pet's rear and gripped at his sides tightly. "You have served me well little slut, I will take over from here so you can focus on relaxing that throat of yours." The ice dragon laughed quietly, a laugh that was as cold as the ice he breathed and it stung Volteer. He knew that Cyril was going to try and get as much shaft into his throat as he could. He didn't want to deep throat the ice dragon, he was inexperienced. He could never manage to take all of Cyril's sizeable shaft into him.
Cyril didn't wait though. He held on tight to Volteer's flanks and pulled himself back, gasping a little as the cool air hit his shaft, contrasting the warm wet muzzle that it'd been encased in. Volteer was glad to have more room to breath but it didn't last long as he felt the shaft force it's way back inside his mouth quickly, stabbing back as deep as it had started. At least he was not going to deep throat quickly. The electric dragon still didn't want to wait a long time for the dragon above to cum so he tightened his lips into a slick ring, hoping that it would suffice.
"That's it my little cum loving female. Milk my shaft for everything you can swallow." Cyril hissed again, his teeth clenched tightly together as he thrust in and out of the smaller dragon's muzzle, holding himself back from slamming into the electric dragon and finishing. He wanted to draw it out and make Volteer work for his drink. Over and over again he slid his musky crotch into Volteer's muzzle, inching himself deeper with each thrust. He had no desire to gag Volteer, he simply wanted to fill his muzzle with his thick spire when he came so that the dragon had no choice but to swallow. Of course Cyril's mind was fuelled by his lust and he was eager to fell the sweet euphoric state of release, something that his body and mind craved so desperately.
Volteer could feel the shaft getting slightly deeper with each thrust. It was apparent from the dry parts of the shaft that slid into his mouth and the constant prodding at his throat. Even though it didn't hurt any more, it was just an annoyance to him now, Volteer still sensed that the deep throat was coming and he was sure that he couldn't handle it. He tried to relax his throat knowing that if he didn't he would end up being painfully gagged and it wouldn't be a good idea to annoy Cyril when he held such a strong position. Volteer knew that Cyril could have a bad temper. He was well and truly dominated, having to obey the dragon above him and serve him as well as he could. It was not a feeling that Volteer relished or one that gave him nightmares. He would rather not experience it again but in his current predicament it was the least worrying of all the things he could have done to torture him.
Cyril gave him little time to dwell on his situation though. "Alright slut, get ready to drink because if I think you aren't drinking you will be punished." Cyril pulled himself back one last time and slid himself deep into the dragons muzzle. He wanted to have a nice orgasm and so he didn't deep throat, instead leaving a few inches outside of the Volteer's muzzle so as not to gag him. He roared loudly, making Volteer jump slightly. The electric dragon felt the shaft twitch in his maw as the dragon roared and before he had a chance to prepare himself a strong jet of hot seed began to hit the back of his throat, his body automatically drinking it down.
It was cold and slimy and it stuck to his mouth but Volteer dare not stop drinking it. The speed at which the seed shot into his maw meant that he couldn't keep up with the floods of cum, small trails of it starting to slide from his mouth and dribble down his maw. Cyril stopped roaring and slid himself back, leaving Volteer with a full mouth of sticky dragon cum to drink. His cock was still pointed at the yellow dragon and as Cyril's orgasm finished a few final shots of cum spurted onto his muzzle and face.
Cyril slid off of Volteer, both of them panting as they recovered. Cyril leaned back a little, the smell of his shaft and seed clear on Volteer's breath. He smiled evilly at the smaller dragon and rubbed the white streaks on his nose into his face scales. Volteer was much too tired to put up a fight and so stood still as he was rubbed in seed.
"Wow. You are very skilled with your tongue Volteer. Perhaps those years of non-stop talking have made you an expert." He chuckled once again as he saw the electric dragon's face turn from it's usual yellow to a bright red.
Volteer was unsure why but he wasn't very angry any more. Maybe it was because the hormones in his body were more focused on releasing his own shaft's needs and maybe Cyril would give him that pleasure, or perhaps it was because Cyril showed some compassion for him by not deep-throating him. He was unsure why but he wasn't angry any more, just tired and horny and wanting to be free from the grasp of the ice.
Cyril seemed to sense this in Volteer and smiled, standing up and heading round towards Volteer's flank, coming level with his shaft. "It appears someone is eager for a little release of their own." He reached up and rubbed his paw down the underside of Volteer's impressive shaft, feeling his digit slip over each ridge slowly. Volteer let out a small moan, he was indeed very eager to release but had not yet swallowed enough pride to beg the dragon for it. He turned his head back to the floor and awaited his release, knowing that he was in dire need of it.
He felt Cyril's paw leave his shaft and the dragon pull back a little. Volteer thought little of it, his mind even hoping that Cyril might return the favour of oral pleasure. His hope was short lived though as he felt another hard smack on his rear and the sound of paws on the stone floor. Confused, he looked back just in time to see a pale blue tail slip out of the library door and into the hallway.
Cyril sighed happily and continued walking. He felt like going hunting and washing up in the lake now that his morning wood had been cured. He ignored the shouts of a rather irate Volteer and instead headed out of the front door to the Temple. Taking in a long deep breath of the brisk morning air and letting the bright sunshine hit his face, he walked towards the lake through the thick nestle of flourishing bushes and emerald trees and he thought to himself that perhaps the week alone with Volteer would turn out to be more fun than he had previously anticipated.