Primal Desires
This story was done as a request for a friend of mine about his character Ergos, who awakes one morning to find himself 'irritated' by some very natural feelings. If you spot any errors like spelling or grammar let me know, i didn't get a chance to go over it like i would have liked to because i'm very busy in upcoming weeks. Comments and critisms welcome and i hope you enjoy :3 Finally, Ergos belongs to his creator ^.=.^
It was that time again. He could sense it as he awoke. With a grunt he opened his glowing red eyes and lifted his large muscular form from where he had nested the night before and he confirmed what he already knew. Looking down he could see that his morning wood was as prominent as ever but this morning there was an unyielding twinge that seemed to draw all concentration to his malehood. He felt as though he hadn't mated in years and all the tension was finally forced upon him.
Ergos was a large feral dragon, quite possibly the largest of the male dragons in the area, and he was built like a fortress. His legs were thick like a tree trunk and were lined with muscles that were easily visible under his bright crimson scales. His chest was wide and strong, covered in golden scales that glimmered underneath him and were often the envy of other dragons. Small stripes of golden scales covered his crimson body and face giving him a very regal and dominating look. Down the back of his neck and over to the top of his head ran a soft messy mane of brown hair. He was unmistakable but there was something that made him even more unique.
Just below his stomach hung his morning wood. However Ergos was born with a rare condition, one that gave him his title as a breeding dragon because he was born with two shafts. He could smell the strong musk that rose from his crotch, despite having internal balls; a clear sign that the mating season had once again come around. He brushed a paw over his shafts slowly, teasing the different shapes of his long malehood.
One shaft was incredibly thick at it's base and even he couldn't fit his entire paw around the pink girth, but it thinned nearer the tip, soon becoming easy to grip in his fist. At the top there was a flared head that seemed almost out of place but it served an important purpose, locking the female to him so that breeding was more successful. The other shaft was just as long as the first but it had a pointed tip and a thick veiny shaft and it was almost as thick as his own thigh. Near the base of the thick ebony cock there were a few small barbs and ridges that surrounded the bulbous knot that always grew. Of course the knot wasn't visible yet but he had fooled around enough times to know that it was there.
Ergos growled as he rubbed over his shafts because he knew that these twinges would bother him for a long time unless he found release. He knew that he should probably go and find a mate like many of his kind would be doing but his shafts were already annoying him and his mind was becoming hazy with the build up of hormones that coursed through his body. Being as large as he was meant that his hormone level was immense and that intoxicating scent wasn't helping either; even if it was his own musk it still grabbed his nose and stirred his feral side into life.
His pupils had dilated and his nostrils were flared as his other needs were lost under the crushing weight of his urges. He began to feel his morning hunger fade and his sleepy mind pass as the irritation of his loins grew stronger and commanded his attention. Staring at his two enormous cocks he could see that clear slimy pre began to drip off of it's tip, forming a warm messy puddle in between his legs; one that gave off a very enticing aroma.
Ergos chuckled quietly as he knew that this was the one thing that could defeat him every time and there was no point in fighting a losing battle and so he surrendered quickly and sat himself with his scaled back against the cave wall, resting on the cool stone. Once again he brought his paw to his shafts, playing with them teasingly as he let out quiet hisses and soft gasps of air. His experienced toe circled the tip of his un-knotted cock, tickling his glands and making the mushroom-shaped head flare as if begging at him for more. How he loved to tease himself, letting his pleasure and need build up until he can no longer take the lust that traverses his body.
The wonderful thing about pleasure though was that this giant dragon knew how to deal with it. He levelled his eyes with the slit in the middle of the shaft that he held and lowered his lips towards it, pressing them softly against the hot pink flesh. Small drops of slimy clear pre dribbled against his muzzle, sliding down his muzzle to hang from his chin before dropping to form the beginnings of a small salty puddle on his crimson belly. Gradually he pulled back from the kiss and licked his lips devilishly, slowly drawing in each drop of his pre to drink. He could've sat and drunk his pre until his balls had run dry but his shafts were having none of it. Instead the slight contact from his lips made them burn stronger with the desire for release and in the end it was much too much of a temptation for him to deny it.
Leaning in once more he opened his muzzle and bent his surprisingly flexible body around the middle so that he could take the head of his shaft into his muzzle. He clenched at the first touch, the sensitive pink flesh coming into contact with his hot wet tongue and his lips closing in and creating a tight ring against the shaft to weaken him through pleasure. Immediately his tongue set to work, squeezing and caressing the hard pink cock to try and relieve it of it's urges, and in reward he received spurts of tasty pre to fill his belly with. He felt each one spraying against his tongue and revelled in the thought of what he was doing. Climbing the side of the shaft with his tongue, he stalled himself at the tip, twirling it around the engorged tip until it reached the slit in the centre.
He allowed himself a small grin as he felt it twitch under his tongue tip, releasing yet another few globs of slippery pre onto his tongue. He rumbled quietly as he felt it hit his tongue. Not being one to waste such useful lube the large dragon began to prod at his slit opening with his tongue in an attempt to wriggle it open slightly. The flared tip of his cock helped, giving him a wide slit to aim for and it didn't take long for him to succeed as he spread the wet flesh and allowed parts of his fat tongue to wriggle into his urethra.
For such a mighty dragon he let out a small soft moan as his tongue tasted the insides of his own shaft; that familiar salty taste mixing with the taboo feeling of what he was doing to send sparks down his spine. His slit spread to accommodate his intruding tongue, sending strange but pleasurable pulses of lust through his cock and down into his loins. He wriggled the very tip of his tongue, sliding it against each side of his tunnel and trying to slip slightly deeper into his needy cock. By now the outside his length was soaked in dribbled streams of warm dragon saliva and the same could be said for the inside as trails of his spittle ran down his tongue and wetted the already glistening meat.
Slowly, and with a slight sense of regret, he pulled his tongue from his cock and set to work on finishing himself. The teasing had done it's part and his blood surged with hormones, turning his body into a lust-driven machine whose only goal was to rid his internal-balls of the huge volume of cum that they held and had held for quite a while.
He never pulled his muzzle away from his cock though and slowly bent lower, his lips pressing against the flared head in a quiet and messy kiss that left his bright crimson muzzle covered in strings of pre. It drove his masculine scent into his nose and served to make the enormous dragon light-headed for a moment as hormones surged through him.
Ergos could no longer take his own teasing and so he opened his muzzle and lowered it over the tip, feeling the heat from his own cock almost singeing his tongue. Taking a moment, he pressed his tongue roughly back against the tip of his cock but he had to stop as his body flexed his maw away. His red muzzle lined up again and dropped down onto the throbbing pole, taking most of his cock into his throat in the first thrust alone. Having become well practised with his methods, he was already able to go deep on himself, and within moments his wide tongue was lapping the sides of his shaft with long frenzied strokes.
A mixture of pre and saliva began to run down all sides of his cock as he hungrily devoured his cock leaving a pool of the slimy mixture at the base of his slit. Still, as it trailed down his length it lubricated it, allowing him to paw that which he couldn't fit into his mouth with a tight fist. He no longer paid attention to what was around him and for all he knew he had an audience at his cave mouth; all he cared about now was the rising pressure he felt in his loins and the painful hunger he had for his own seed.
Bringing a paw to his cock he aimed it higher so that each time he brought his muzzle down the tip of his cock pressed against the roof of his mouth, squashing the head and making his body convulse with pleasure. When it came into contact with the top of his maw his engorged tip would release another few drops of it's own clear nectar that dribbled onto his tongue messily. No matter how many times he did it, he never got bored of the feeling it gave him and the pleasure never seemed to grow less noticeable as time passed, the anticipation of it only seemed to make it better.
His eyes glazed over and his jaw worked methodically, tightening his lips around his length and squeezing the underside of his cock when he could to stimulate himself further. His flat thick tongue was pressed hard against his length, working up and down over everything he could fit inside his mouth and guzzling and spurts of pre that he could catch on his tongue. Even as he worked over his cock his tail-tip flicked back and forth erratically, only moving when fresh surges of pleasure travelled through him.
Experimentally he raised his head once more and began to slip his tongue back inside his urethra, wriggling it as deep as he could before he enveloped his shaft with his lips again. He bobbed up and down slowly, wriggling his tongue around and pressing the walls around it outwards to test the new idea. He was more than pleased with the results as new pleasures tingled through him, most coming from the thoughts of sucking himself and sounding himself at the same time; the dirty thoughts alone making him moan around his cock.
It couldn't last though and he felt his balls preparing with each passing moment. The thought of slowing up never crossed his mind, in fact he doubled his efforts and began to drop lower of his cock, eagerly slurping the inside of the cumslit and taking up any remains of salty pre that covered it's walls. His lips tightened at the feeling of his peak closing in on him and the resulting squeeze on his cock only threw him further towards the edge.
Finally with a groan of acceptance he slid his tongue from his urethra and used it to grind against his cock as he began to cum. The flood of hormones left him frozen except for a few automatic movements; his lips tightened, stopping any of his cum from seeping out, and his throat began to instantly gulp down his prize of pearly white cum. Rhythmically the muscles began to contract sending mouthful after mouthful of his seed into his belly, giving him breakfast as well as relieving his balls from their massive amount of male juice.
Even as streams of cum began to drip from the corners of his mouth, he continued to loudly gulp down the seed, unwilling to waste any of his hard-earned prize. But all good things must come to an end, and eventually his stream of cum began to slow until it faded completely leaving Ergos with streaks of cum that hung from his jaw and a warm belly full of protein-rich seed.
However Ergos' unique shafts left him with a problem. As tired as he was, his cocks were independent of each other and now that he'd taken care of one he needed to take care of the other which still stood proudly from his slit. His lips quickly addressed the problem and began to lick ravenously at his tip, leaving it shining in the small amount of light that came in through the cave mouth.
His tongue found the slit once more and began to poke inside. Being the thicker of the two cocks, and the one that came the most it had a naturally looser slit and without missing a beat, his tongue dived deep inside. It only remained for a short while but it delved deep inside the shaft making the outside of his cock stretch a little with it's prodding. As he drew it out, his slit closed shut again, squeezing out a few lone strands of saliva that was left inside.
Ergos steadied his shaft by gripping just under it's knot tightly and then, using his other paw, slowly approached the massaged around the pointed tip. Reaching the slit he began to press one of his digits hard against it, feeling the pre and saliva squelch under his finger and slowly begin to spread his piss-slit. Making sure not to press to hard, he wriggled the tip of his finger back and forth slightly, trying to worm his way into his slit and down into his urethra.
It didn't take long before it began to give way, the sides of his slit opening and his digit beginning to gradually slip inside of the thick cock. The huge dragon let out a deep growl, one that seemed to rumble the cave itself as he felt his cock spreading; a small twinge of pain and then a flood of pleasure which seemed to take away and self control he had left. His lips curled back against his teeth and another deep snarl came from within him.
His digit continued deeper inside the hot tight hole until he couldn't work it in any deeper. About half of his finger was no enveloped in the slit and the sight of it alone nearly sent him over the edge, watching pre ooze from the sides of his crimson digit and the drip down the length of his bulged ebony cock. Slowly he began to twist his finger, his toes curling as his cock gripped his finger and only the lubricating juices managed to free it and let it spin.
For a few minutes his simply played with the inside of his urethra. Each time he wriggled a little deeper, or stretched it a little further, it left him breathless. He had played too long though, and his other cock had once again come to full mast, resting against the knotted shaft he now played with. What was left of Ergos' rational thought decided that it was time to rid himself of the unbearable lust and so he slowly pulled his finger from his slit, drawing out the pleasure as his gaping slit closed behind it.
Once it was fully out he held it up and admired it. The digit was soaked in his juices and, mixed with the musky smell it had on it, it taunted him to clean it. He made sure his dexterous tongue quickly removed all of the male juices from it, a taste that he still wasn't tired with, before he finally left it alone.
The thickness of his cocks made it hard for him to easily keep them together, so using both paws he gripped them from each side and pushed them together roughly. He watched as pre trickled out from their tips and dribbled onto each other, creating two very slimy shafts that he couldn't bear to leave alone. Now that they were together he aligned his mouth. Lust ruled him now and he was going to abide by it no matter what it drove him to do.
Lowering his mouth once more he spread his jaw much wider than usual, cramming the two tips inside his muzzle and feeling two small sprays of pre hit his tongue at once. It took all of his effort to avoid his sharp teeth especially as he began to lower his head and take more of the huge cocks inside of his mouth. His jaws began to stretch painfully tight as his cocks widened near their bases and his throat began to work overtime, guzzling down the immense amounts of pre that his internal balls began to shoot out into his mouth.
He was now so horny that the streams of pre were near constant and his tongue worked rapidly to capture all of the pre that he'd worked so hard to get. It dragged over the tips, first one and then the other, swirling around the sensitive flesh and pressing against the slits which now offered little resistance.
His goal, however, was to see how much of his cocks he could fit inside him before he finally passed over the edge. Bobbing his head he began to gradually drop lower and lower, his throat stretching and bulging as the tips of his cock began to slide deeper than his mouth. Ergos' tongue continued to work his cock but it's attention had moved to focus on the length of both cocks. He used it now to press against the sensitive parts of his shafts, seeing as they were already as wet as they could possibly be with streaks of warm juices pooling at his slit.
Soon he reached a point where he couldn't bend any further in half and when he examined where he was he realised that most of his length was inside of his mouth. His ebony and pink cocks were held deep within his throat which squeezed rhythmically as he swallowed. He felt himself nearing the edge and began to bob his head faster and faster on the lower few inches in an attempt to draw out the pleasure as much as he could.
Finally he had to give in and he began to cum; his cock tips flared inside his throat, the knot below his lips grew even more prominent and his cocks began to pulse. Both cocks erupted and a dual stream of his thick cum began to pour into his mouth and into his belly. As he swallowed it coaxed more and more seed from within him, his pleasured cocks pulsing against his jaw and stretching it even further with each shot of cum.
It seemed to be an endless amount of cum that sprayed into his belly but eventually the stream did slow and gradually stop. Exhausted from his endeavours, Ergos collapsed against the cave wall behind him, shutting his eyes and resting his paws on top of his bulged belly. He gave a satisfied sigh and licked his lips clean from the strings of pre that hung messily around his muzzle and then he relaxed, finally able to enjoy the morning without the pestering in his loins.