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Jessup panted and threw himself in the steady strokes of his wings he tore through the early morning fog. His wings scooped up the mist and displaced it as he launched himself forward with all the speed and grace of a sparrow on the wing. His muzzle was parted open and his tongue lolled out as he kept his attention focused on missing the rocks that rose up out of the darkness and threatened to knock him from the sky. He had to twist his small form to dart in and out of the canyon and trust that the fog and his natural blue coloration would keep him safe from being found out. There weren't many dragons that would be able to catch his movements and assume he was a dragon rather then something smaller. Not that that was much better.

The sky blue drake wasn't large in any sense of the world. Most dragons outweighed him by at least several tons, if not more. He was an anomaly. He had hatched from a small egg and had to struggle for each and every pound that he gained. It wasn't just that his body remained the size of a horse, but the fact that he wasn't large enough to fight for his fair share from his siblings. He had had to snatch it from their maws by stealth rather than force. It meant that he grew slowly and even now he showed a slight thinness of frame that came from bad eating. He never got enough to eat. Not even grown up could he find enough to eat. And he was always on the move and always hiding. He had learned another fact about being so small in the dragon world. He was prey.

He couldn't claim territory of his own, he couldn't possibly find his way to staking out a nice cavern and attracting a mate. Who would want him? He couldn't defeat rivals and he could barely hunt anything larger than a goat. The idea of him scrambling up and mating a female was laughable at best and even he could admit that. He was intelligent enough and he liked to think of himself as a genius when compared to the rest of his species. When he was alone he convinced himself that he was something different then the dragons and one day would rise above them with the knowledge he'd picked up as he grew. He liked to pretend that they were all really stupid beasts and he was really as smart as those elves that plagued some parts of the world.

Jessup gasped in a breath as he dropped down to dart beneath a large rock that created a sort of bridge of the canyon. He felt his stomach turn and lashed his tail as he was forced to climb up higher and began to evaluate his own thoughts on the matter. Was he really smarter? Sometimes he thought so, but what good was being smart when he was always on the run. What good was knowing how to make a cave be perfectly lovely if he didn't have a cave to dress up for a female to come and live with him? What good was any of it when he was just a little bird like dragon always flitting from place to place with no rhyme or reason to it. He swallowed and felt his eyes tear up a little at his own lot in life before winging upwards towards the edge of where the fog cleared. The canyon was getting too dangerous to fly in.

He watched flashes of blue above him and swallowed his terror at knowing that it was so close. The sun would be rising soon and dispel all of his cover and he had to be out of the other dragon's territory by then or risk being snatched up and eaten. He looked around through the fog and settled on a direction before launching himself towards it. His stomach growled angrily at its empty state, but he had to ignore it. He could hunt after he had gone over the bounds of the territory and was safe. He could worry about what he was going to do for food and shelter when he no longer had to worry about being food. The little blue darted to one side and then the other as he skipped from the thicker patches of fog time and time again. Always looking for somewhere that would shelter and hide him better from anyone watching him from above.

The canyon beneath him had started to show its of clear space where he could fly when he heard a baritone roar from above him. The earth shook and he let out a high pitched squeal as a shadow detached itself from the sky and massive wings swirled the fog around him. Jessup looked up franticly to see the form hovering above him and made a dive down towards the canyon with a shrill shriek that served as his cry of defiance. Behind him the roar came louder as a drake well over twice his size dived down hot on his tail. The blue flapped his wings desperately as he aimed for a small opening in the canyon that would just let him slip through without worrying about the other following behind.

His lungs burned and ached as he sucked in great breaths and narrowed his eyes down to slits that concentrated only on what was in front of him. He kicked his legs out as if he were trying to swim through water rather then air. Bu the never had a chance. He had barely gotten clear sight of the canon when a pair of large paws slammed into his side and sent him crashing towards the ground. The little blue snarled out and slashed with his hind claws as the hind legs of the red dragon swung up to hit against his haunches and he was borne to the ground spitting, snarling and cursing. His bright black eyes reddening with his anger as he tried to snap his teeth into one of the ankles to try and free himself. He was not food!

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Syrrik had been enjoying a lazy flight over his territory; with the dawn coming and the fog that had rolled in over night it made a rather lovely spectacle to him and he'd enjoyed stretching his wings. He wasn't quite hungry enough to want to brave the fog to find a bit of prey to enjoy, but he still kept a wary eye below him in case one should wander into his grasp. He had always been a bit of an opportunist when it came to such things. He hadn't spotted anything of note as he flew, but the rising warm air had brushed along his belly in a caress that made him not mind the lack of herd movement. It was a beautiful day to be out and about, or it had been until he caught a whiff of male dragon while he had flown over a craggy part of his land.

The sharp scent had caught in his nose and filled his stomach with anger. It was unmistakable and made him tense up and curl his lips backwards in a silent snarl. Male dragons avoided each other completely in the wild. They were too hot tempered and willing to drag each other down in battle to want to do more than see each other from a distance interspaced between long periods of time. The lingering male-musk made his blood boil and the large red had started to circle above the area and muffled the urge to bugle out his challenge on whatever sneaking bit of scaled filth had managed to sneak past his boundary markers. The creature hadn't even tried to make a token of passage in the form of a bit of meat or offering.

It had taken longer than he thought it would to find the source of the scent. He had tried to follow the normal course of it and flew ahead, but it was always faster than he was. It was annoying and made him want to dive into the fog for a straight on attack, but he'd forced some amount of caution on himself. It would be useless to go flapping through the fog when there might be a drake larger than himself on the loose. It was better to stay above the fog and take the intruder by surprise and have the better chance at a win. The way the drake was flying it was likely an older male with a larger wing spread that was able to power through the fog and didn't care if he knocked over rocks in the midst of the canyon or hit his wings against rocks.

Syrrik had nearly convinced himself about the size of the drake when the fog started to clear. He could all to easily think about a creature so large that the canyon and all its rocks were an annoyance rather than a deterrent. Such a drake would be massive, old and wily. The red was nearly to the point of dropping back to let the creature flying out of his territory and follow from a discreet distance when the flash of blue scales caught his attention below. They flitted and glistened before disappearing again. He started to circle to see them appear again at another weaker patch of fog as a flash, but the flash had been enough to show him that it was no ancient giant flying beneath him. The wings beat as rapidly as a sparrows and skipped from place to place with all the grace of that small bird.

The red had assumed it was a juvenile passing through his territory and terrified of being eaten. That would, of course, been the natural way of things for a youngster that was running about through males territory unchecked. Though, most of the drakes would at least try to drive them out first and he'd only eaten a few of the boldest youngsters who had refused to take the hint to leave. Still, it was good that they were wary enough to run through his territory as if they had a fire on their tails. It showed the proper respect for things and that suited him just fine. He let his wings beat down along the air and settled into trailing the youngster to make sure that he exited his territory entirely.

It wasn't until he had been following for quite a bit that he realized that the scent was all wrong. It was thick and heavier then a young male's should be. The flashes he saw of the drake showed a set of perfectly curved horns and the stripes that normally came with maturity. Syrrik watched for a clear moment when the drake went from one bit of fog to the next before he was sure. It wasn't a juvenile male, it was an adult, but with the form of a subadult. His wings beat faster as he let out a roar of anger and flipped his wings back. The pest obviously was using his size as a way to sneak into his territory and try to hunt it without more than a warning. It wouldn't stand! The startled shriek of the drake below him only egged him on as he dived down and extended his paws to claim his prize.

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Jessup hit the ground so hard that the breath was driven out of his lungs and he twisted himself about desperately. His paws kicked out at the air while he gasped in great lungfuls. His eyes bulged while he felt the thick toes squeezing down against his side and pinned him against the hard earth. The aggressive head a red male loomed over him while he twisted and smacked his tail down against the ground. Dust rose up around them as the large crimson wings beat to either side of him and a large muzzle thrust itself down to bump against the curve of his shoulder. He kicked his legs out and scored his claws down against the edge of the cheek while hissing out. The drake was big, far bigger than himself, even a bit bigger than the average drake was. The nose lowered itself and blasted out a hot rush of breath over his muzzle as he tried to wriggle his way free.

The strikes of his paws didn't seem to matter to the red who pulled him backwards and one large forepaw shoved against his shoulder and wedged him into place. The muzzle that dropped down jabbed against his shoulder and blasted out another puff of breath as he tried to push his way free. The other forepaw moved up and he yelped out as he felt the second paw drop onto his haunches. The drake pushed his weight down warningly so he was forced to hold still and pant shallowly. His eyes remained squeezed shut as he tried to ensure that he wouldn't rouse the beast's ire again. The nose pushed against his neck again and drew in a breath before a low growl vibrated through the paws in reaction. Jessup wasn't sure what to do or how to writhe his way free of the red.

He knew what the drake was doing, he had had it done before when he was nearly trapped. They had never seen a drake that seemed half grown when compared to their own bulk. It confused them and most of the time he was able to use that confusion as an escape so that he wouldn't be trapped. They were never their best when trying to think overly hard about why he smelled like an adult, but didn't have their weight. But he'd never been pinned this securely either. He squeezed his eyes shut as the nose dropped down to snort around his shoulder and the entire body shifted. It was clear that the red wasn't going to just let him up or give him enough slack to wriggle free. The paws remained firm on him and one of the red hind legs stepped over him so he was securely straddled while the nose snorted and nosed against him.

The blue glanced up and felt his scales heat up in a burning flush when he found himself staring at the heavy scaled sheath hanging from between the powerful haunches. It was just in bulk that he was smaller then other drakes and his captor seemed to be flaunting the plumpness of the sheath and swollen orbs. The hot breath started to move down against his haunches and he immediately tried to curl his down between his legs. The panic started to rise as he considered how he could possibly escape and what would happen if he struggled too much. He glanced up just enough to see the large maw rubbing against his tail before he felt teeth snap at the tip and denting the scales. He was barely able to stop the squeal that threatened to burst out. He dug his hind legs into the ground and tried to haul himself forward beneath the weight.

His struggle came to the end by the drake's simple solution of sitting down on him. He hissed out and jerked his head back as a pair of heavy swollen balls mashed down against his muzzle and blocked his vision. He twisted and shook his head back and forth in his attempt to get them free, but the drake was distracted and didn't seem to be in the mood to let him even draw in a breath. A hot slimy tongue curled beneath his tail and gave a short flicker behind Jessup's own balls and he whimpered before trying to tuck his tail down to cover himself. The hot breath teased over them while the snarl turned into something like a throaty purring croon. He didn't know which one to be more afraid of. All he knew was that it boded no good for him.

"Oh my, I didn't think you were truly a male." The voice drawled out lazily above him.

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Syrrik examined the small drake curiously. It was obvious that the blue was full grown and perfectly proportional to himself, just the size of a fledgling. He took his time and pinned the creature down to snuff and nose against him. He half expected to find the male scent to be a covering of something else. Females could grow to be this small and they were a treasure to lure into ones territory and keep. It was likely that if he had found such a treasure she was on the run and trying to keep her head down so as not to attract the attention of a forceful mate. And if that were the case, then she was likely escaping a domineering drake and would have smelled thickly of him rather than of the natural feminine odors that he would expect.

He pushed his hips down to pin the blue's thrashing forebody as he lowered his head to snuff curiously beneath the tail. He had nearly convinced himself that he'd happened upon a strangely masculine female, but when he forced the tail up with a hard nip he found a pair of rounded tender scaled orbs hanging there. He puffed out a sigh against them and felt the little drake trying to kick out beneath his paws as he lifted his head. Such a shame. He would have enjoyed having a female to enjoy for a few days, now he only had a bit of lunch that he'd have to dispose of. He lifted his head and pulled his hips up to see the drake hiss out at him and he flexed his paws against the curve of the chest so that the hiss dissolved into a whimper. He lazily addressed the male with some amusement and was even more amused at the snapping response.

"Fine, I'm a boy. Let me up! I'm not threat to you, I can't hold a territory and I should be on my way. I'll leave it in peace."

"Oh come now, boy, you know tradition." Syrrik tapped a claw against his tail. "Any adult male in my territory is a challenge. And a challenge is dealt with in one way. As food."

Food. Well, perhaps a bit more then food. He licked his jaws with a flicker of his long tongue and looked over his captive. There was no reason not to enjoy what he had to work up a good appetite before he continued on with the more gruesome part of the disposal. It wouldn't be the first time he'd enjoy a male and he doubted it would be the last. His nostrils flared a bit as he shifted his weight and removed his paws just long enough to let the little blue scramble to his paws and make an attempt to bolt away. He let the drake get to his paws and nearly past his hind quarters before moving in a swift twist of his body. His wings snapped out to form a sort of corral in front of his prey while his body slammed down to hit right against the curve of the back.

The blue drake snarled out and twisted under him, but Syrrik's mind was already on something far more enjoyable then a challenge to his authority. He moved his jaws up to snap them lightly right behind the curve of the neck. His fangs bit down against the scales while he pulled backwards firmly and forced the head up high. His chest pushed down and pinned the wings to the curve of the back as he stepped over the protesting form. His weight forced his prey down until he could feel the smaller dragon's legs collapsing under him and firmly sandwiched his body against the ground. The red drake tucked his hips down and pushed the darkness of his glistening cock out of his sheath. The first hot dribble of precum drooling down to mar those lovely blue scales.

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"I'm not food, I'm not-" His words were lost as suddenly the form above him shifted.

Jessup's eyes bulged as his body was borne to the ground again, but this time on his stomach and chest. His legs were tucked beneath him as the larger bulk shoved roughly against the curve of his back and spine. His breath came in short pants while he tried to struggle his way free, but the other drake seemed to have other ideas as the red wings mantled to either side of him. He half expected to see the jaws spreading open to snap his neck or to start to swallow him, but instead the teeth gripped right at the base of his neck and he felt the low rumble. It was such a strange position that his mind refused to make sense of it. He could only think of how to escape his current predicament with as little harm as possible to himself.

He realized why he was being pinned down as something hot dribbled against his haunches, but it brought him no comfort. He shrieked out a protest and tried to writhe forward only to feel the weight of the dragon pushing harder against him. He wheezed slightly as his lungs compacted and left him no way to get free. He could only hold still as something hot and hard rubbed against the base of his tail and pushed down to rub just beneath him. The bigger drake wasn't going to eat him, he intended to fuck him! Jessup let out a wheezing growl in protest at the indignity, but there was little enough he could do when he felt the tip probing and dropping down to rub beneath the curve of his tail. Even when he tried to push it down, he found the length of it tangled up along the powerful red haunch. It left him horribly exposed.

The tapered tip dropped down and he felt it jabbing roughly against his balls. His back jerked in reaction to the feel of it jostling them and pushing them forward. The movement made him twist his hips and try to pull them away, but there was little use. The grinding against his orbs pulled up and left a trail of syrupy precum behind before his virgin tail hole was rubbed against. The little blue drake's eyes snapped open wider and he roared out his protest, but the bigger beast didn't do more than clench with his jaws and increase his weight. The powerful expanse of the chest and belly wedged him against the earth until he could almost feel his chest scales digging against the softer hide beneath them. The small bit of discomfort nothing compared to what was going on behind him.

The tip shoved right up against his pucker and gave a slow grind forward. He clenched the passage and tried to stop the sudden pressure that built up. The tip pried him open with a thick splatter of precum and his anal ring yawned wide about the hardened flesh. The drake on his back grunted out in pleasure as Jessup felt the hips shoving harder and wedging another inch into him. The flesh rubbed and pulled along his passage while he let out a short screeching cry of protest. There was no way to get out of the humiliating position of being used as a female, and his walls were soon inundated with a thick goopy splash of precum as the next inch started to sink inside of him.

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"Please..." The blue's hissing cry reached Syrrik's ears as he wedged his cock tip inwards into the passage.

"Deeper? Of course." The drake flicked his tongue out to curl just along the underside of the jaw before shoving himself forward again.

The writhing of the smaller male forced him to put as much weight as he could against the blue as he pushed each inch inwards. The tight passage stretched and strained around him as he inched inwards and forced the walls to stretch. They clenched down about him and tried to force him out as he battled against the tightness. The large drake moved one of his paws out to shove right down against one of the partially spread wings. He pinned the arm down until he heard a high pitched screech of protest and pain. The strength of his own weight and chest kept his prize in place as inch by slow inch started to sink into that tight hot passage.

The muscles twitched and jerked against his belly as he managed to get half his girth plunged inside the boy before pulling backwards again. The moment he did the call came out as a rasping gasp when the dark shaft tugged along that tight little pucker. He had to work and force his inches back inwards. No female was this tight. No female could possibly be this tight and he took pleasure in feeling the walls spreading open around him so deliciously. It sent a shiver down his spine as he pulled back only the smallest amount and started to use short hard thrusts to force his way inwards. The blue tail slapped against his leg as if trying to drive him off, but nothing could, not now that he had the little drake pinned down and had felt how tight he was.

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"PLEASE!" Jessup squealed the world louder. "STOP STOP!"

The frantic tone didn't just have to do with the pain, but with the fact the tip was forcing his body to react. Thick globs of precum leaked inside of him and they were only forced in deeper as the powerful red haunches drove it inwards. It was painful, it was stretching him far too wide, but his body reacted to it. He'd never mated, never taken a female, never flew one in the skies, never spent his hormones. The bridge of his muzzle flushed as he felt the dark red shaft starting to escape from its pouch beneath him. It rested against his belly as the male pulled backwards only to force another few inches into his passage and his walls clenched down in reaction.

"Rrrrr... price of passage.." The drake rumbled in a voice thick with pleasure. One of the paws moved down to push behind Jessups head until his chin was forced against the ground.

For a moment he thought the weight would release him, but instead it only shifted so that the belly arched up and more weight crushed against his chest. He wheezed out and tried to get a breath and only barely managed it as the hips suddenly shoved up tight against his own. Every last inch of cock driven into his body and the balls rubbed right against own before the drake pulled backwards. He scrabbled his claws against the ground desperately, but didn't escape as the cock pulled almost all the way out before the hips crashed down again. The short hard thrust a signal as his captor began to move in slow firm strokes that rasped scales along his back and ground his upper body against the ground. His wing twisted against the hold of the paw that pinned it to the ground.

A hot wet tongue curled out and rubbed right along the curve of his chest as he felt the girth pulse inside of him and spill out a thick glob of precum that was soon lubricating him. He scrabbled and twisted a bit, but it was only made worse by the fact his own hard cock was pinned against the hard ground and his belly. The rough strokes their own sort of pleasure as he whimpered out and squeezed his eyes shut. The tongue only twisted its way upwards right along the underside of his jaw to give a short stroke along his muzzle in a slimy intimate caress that never should have been shared drake to drake.

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It was a heady experience to feel and hear the small drake begging, but it was only remotely less arousing then the scent of musk from the blue. Syrrik hissed out in amusement as he realized the small drake was enjoying being used this way. It flared his arousal to new heights as he started to thrust in firm hard bucks. He didn't hold back, not when he was using a drake. With a female it might have made her hiss and fight to escape, with the drake it made wheezing cries erupt as his hind legs kicked against the ground. The creature wasn't going anywhere, not with his bulk pinning him down so firmly and most especially not when he was as roused as he was. He spread his wings out wide over him and gave a harsh thrust that ground his sheath right against the violated pucker and sent his balls clapping up against the smaller set.

"Scream for me, dragoness, scream for your drake." He hissed out at the blue mockingly before dragging his hips backwards.

"N-No.." The panted reply came followed by another wheeze as Syrrik shoved his chest down against the shoulders. He could almost feel the ribs straining to hold the pressure of his body and the blue swallowed a cry.

"Scream or I'll crush you and keep fucking you." He hissed and licked his tongue up beneath the curve of the jaw again. "Scream out my name. Scream Syrrik."

The blue kicked and twisted beneath him and he only pushed down harder. His haunches crouched down a bit as he started to hammer harder and faster. He could feel the walls fluttering and clutching about him as they tried to hold him, but in the end they were giving way to him. Thick dollops of precum oozed out of him and drooled into the passage as he forced it deeper and faster. His eyes glazing slightly with pleasure as he nearly crushed the small drake beneath him. His weight was far greater and he knew how to use his chest to brace himself as his haunches pushed forward. The gasping breaths beneath him became panicked wheezes as the little drake tried to keep himself under control, but he broke. Eventually he broke.

"SYRRIK!" The squeal was laced with a screech of panic, but it was enough.

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Jessup's vision started to grow black around the edges as the chest crushed him. He couldn't give in a breath and his ribs ached, but through it all the cock continued to plunge in and out of him. The copious amounts of precum making him feel and hear the wet noises as the tip pushed in deep and then pulled out again. His body shuddered under pleasure and pain, and the humiliation of what the larger drake wanted from him. He fought to keep from doing it, he fought to keep his dignity as his hips were hammered by the swollen cock and his entire body was shuddering beneath it. His lips were parted and he finally let out a ragged cry deep in his throat, but it only came out as a hissing squeak as his lunges were nearly being crushed. The need for life flared through him and hammered past his pride.

"SYRRIK!!" He squealed out, but he could barely get the word out as the haunches started to drive him harder, faster, deeper then before.

"My... little...dragoness.." The hot panted words hit against his neck as Syrrik shortened his thrusts.

Jessup tried to scrabble against the ground, but the hips suddenly shoved in hard and close. The weighty balls pushed right up between his legs until he felt them pulling up tight. He knew what was going to happen, but even knowing didn't lesson the shock as the cock swelled out just a touch more. His passage clenched down until he could imagine he felt each of the veins as they pulled along his passage and teased through him. He squeezed his eyes shut, but it didn't block out sound. The drake above him roared out before he felt the pressured rush of thick seed erupting into his passage in a hot spray that splashed in deep inside.

His hind legs kicked weakly behind him and his hard cock was shoved against the ground as spray after spray of the viscous seed splashed into his violated passage. The rush of it flowed in deep while he whimpered out and his own cock just pulsed against the ground. He could feel the spread of his precum against the ground, an embarrassing stain on the dust while he was used like nothing more than a dragoness. His walls clenched and relaxed until the drake's flow finally stopped and left him feeling full and slightly swollen with the seed. He squeezed his eyes shut and expected to feel the drake's jaws closing around his head to end it all.

"Not.. bad." The panted words puffed against his neck before the crushing weight shifted above him.

Jessup yelped out as suddenly the hips yanked back and the still hard cock pulled free of his used and abused ass. The walls quivered a bit before the tip popped free and left a creamy trail drooling along his blue scales and he scrambled away. He gasped in a deep breath of air and collapsed only a few feet away, his wing felt strained and twisted as he tried to draw it in. And that wasn't even mentioning the way his body ached from the weight that had nearly forced the life from him. He spread his jaws and gulped in breath after breath of air while he used his tail to cover himself. It was humiliating, but it was life at least.

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Syrrik watched the little blue with mingled amusement and even a touch of a pity as the drake was gasping for breath. The creature really wasn't terribly big and it was obvious that it was an effort even to draw in a breath for it. He settled on his haunches and let himself relax as his shaft softened and drooled out the last sticky dollop of cum down onto the ground in front of him. He spent the time watching as the stranger tried to catch his breath and kept one wing slightly skewed to one side. His haunches were pulled out of view, but when the drake had scrambled away the red dragon had seen the flash of a cock beneath him.

"Your name, intruder." He drawled out after he had caught his own breath. The blue glared at him from over panting jaws.

"Jessup." The name came out clipped and Syrrik shook his head lazily.

"Jessup, SIR." He prompted.

"Jessup, sir." Jessup answered sullenly and turned his head to one side. "Go ahead and kill me then."

"Kill you?" Syrrik raised a brow a little bit as a thought began to form in his mind. A wicked thought that made him curl his claws against the ground. "Why on earth would I kill a sweet bit of tail like you?"

The blue turned to give him a look of disgust and disbelief. "It's what you were thinking of doing when you tackled me."

"Oh no, I think I have better use for you then a lump in my belly." The red drake reached out and lazily snagged the blue tail to drag the smaller form towards him. "Not that I haven't been thinking about that as well."

Jessup yelped out and tried to scramble away, but his body was still recovering from what he'd endured and he didn't do more than dig furrows in the ground with his claws. As Syrrik pulled him over he saw the half hard cock hiding beneath him, the swollen member leaving a dribble of precum on the ground. He snorted in amusement that the male had enjoyed being used and found it even more amusing that the tail tried to twitch down to hide the wet glistening pucker that he had so enjoyed using and abusing. He pulled Jessup over and then flipped the blue drake onto his back with a grin. Oh this would be fun and either way he won.

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"Here's our deal, Jessup. And listen closely because I rarely make deals." Syrrik glared down at him and Jessup shrank a bit. He just wanted away from this place! "I'm going to use that snug little body of yours again and if you manage to prove you're a drake I'll let you go."

"I'm a drake!" He snarled as his temper flared. He went to say something about the red dragons drakehood, but it was lost in a strangled noise when a toe curled up and around his own half hard cock.

"As I was saying, if you prove you're not I'll keep you. If you enjoy your time with me so much, then I'll keep you as my own pet dragoness." The large red head leaned down at him. "And I will use you as often and as much as I want, do you understand? You will never again see the outside of my territory."

Jessup swallowed and to his horror the hips shifted forward until the far larger, still hard cock flopped against his own. It rubbed right up against his half hardened cock and the tip drooled out a hot dollop of wetness that clung against him in sticky strands. He didn't like these odds and he didn't want to be trapped here. His breath caught in his throat as he felt his ribs aching slightly at the expansion. They were bruised and hurt so badly that he didn't want to even try to draw in a bigger breath. Could he even survive Syrrik doing this over again. Cold dread formed in his throat and helped soften his shaft as the larger black one rubbed against it before pulling right over his balls.

"I understand." He snarled the words out and then swallowed them as the thick cock tip dropped down to push right against his already sore pucker. "I.. n-now?"

"Oh yes.." Syrrik's jaws parted and the hot tongue curled around his muzzle leaving a trail of slime behind. "I haven't had a female in my territory in quite some time."

Whatever reply he might have made was lost as the hips dropped down and the cock tip pushed right up against his still gaping pucker. He cried out as the sore muscles were forced open with a lewd squelching noise as the seed was forced out around the black shaft and drooled down along his tail. He scrabbled with his hind legs as his walls were forced open wider and wider. He was already in pain, so the rubbing of the flesh only made it worse. When he tried to push his forelegs up against the other male the chest shoved down against him. The weight built up to pin him against the ground from a different angle and Syrrik's haunches slammed forward. Every last thick inch of the cock squelched into his sore passage until he shrieked out.

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Syrrik dropped his head and grabbed the exposed vulnerable throat in his jaws as he slammed his hips forward into the slippery slick passage. It was even better the second time. The thick seed he'd already poured into the male made him almost feel like a dragoness as the muscles clenched down in a vain attempt to keep him out. He nearly snorted out his amusement as he pushed his balls up tight against the other's and then drew backwards. Oh how the passage quivered and squeezed against him. The hind paws were shoved up hard against his belly, but he simply pushed his weight down to force them to spread open and wrap around his hips.

The drake didn't stop until he felt the cock pushed up against his belly where his movements would glide the shaft back and forth. He could eat the drake, and he should eat him, but oh how he had missed this pleasure. His body was flushed with desire as he felt the slippery walls squeezing and flexing about him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a female and that need only made it harder to resist the idea of claiming the boy all over again. Especially with the little squeaks and whimpers that erupted from the closed muzzle. His chest shoved hard against the other males to prevent him from getting enough traction with his foreclaws to escape or do damage.

He rolled forward again and pressed his balls against the blue's and felt the cock flex against his belly and something wet dribble out. He deliberately started to roll his hips in slow smooth movements that tugged and caressed inside of the passage and was treated to another. A hissing cry came to his ears and the jaws snapped before he bucked forward in a lewd wet thrust that forced more seed to trickle out around the blue orbs. The dribbling wetness coated his own balls as he began to use his prize again and this time with the knowledge that he would keep this prize for himself. Oh yes.

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Jessup felt the fiery pain of his walls being stretched open so wide that he was nearly screaming out in mingled pain and frustration. He wanted to push the shaft out, but he couldn't, each time his walls clamped down he could feel the drake growling with pleasure and he only shoved in that much harder. He scrambled with his claws against the sides of the scaled chest, but they only slipped off the scales and to either side. He couldn't possibly hope to shove the brute off him by force of his scales, but he couldn't help but try. The hot breath hit against his throat scales in hot blasts as the hips gave a sharper push upwards and then pulled out again with a rippling of the crimson haunches.

What made it worse was the fact that the drake started to move his hips in shallow thrusts the moment he let out an involuntary whimper when the tip caught against a place that made his walls clamp down hard around the shaft. He kicked his legs against the air as time and again the girth push and rubbed along him. The slow firm strokes forced and teased a reaction from him until his half hard shaft was stiff and rubbing along his chest. He snarled and hissed out helplessly as the drake worked him up before giving a sharp forceful thrust that drove the balls right up against his own. The wet cum was forced out of him again with a lewd embarrassing sound.

His lips curled back to show his teeth, and then he squealed out when the powerful forepaws pushed down against his wings to pin them against the ground. The chest pushed hard enough against his own that wing shoulders were forced painfully against the hard ground. He tried to flex them, but he couldn't even get a rise out of them while he felt the hips hammer against him again. His cock was being sandwiched between their bodies, and the scales that rubbed against him alternately pinched and caressed when the drake moved forward to drive himself inside of the girth. The sensation sending a tremor of forced pleasure through him as he kicked his legs out again. The only thing that made it worse was the vibrating rumble along his throat.

"Cheating." He panted out, in a sharp hard gasp. "Ch-cheating!"

The teeth lifted from his throat and the hips hammered forward hard enough that his haunches were forced partially into the air and the weight crushed him nearly robbing him entirely of breath. "Cheating? No, THAT is not cheating."

Jessup nearly asked what the drake meant, but he found out. Syrrik's mobile paw moved up and away from his pinned wing to move between them. The mobile toes curled around the shaft and gave a sudden squeeze about his length that made his hips involuntarily buck upwards as a hot stream of precum splattered out of the tip. His eyes bulged in terror at the caressing touch that purposefully worked him up and the hips returned to their former powerful movements. The dragging of the tip making him arch even as the weight worked and kept his breathing ragged and harsh. He wasn't going to humiliate himself! He wasn't!

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The struggles of the drake beneath him only egged Syrrik on as he hammered his hips in sharp hard thrusts. He moved his hind legs up until they arched his belly up, but he kept his chest down. The little wheezing noises were just as pleasurable as the feel of the quivering walls as they squeezed and suckled around his shaft. It made him lick his lips before dropping his head to regain his hold on the throat. The struggles that Jessup put up were frantic with the addition of his paw wrapped around the red pulsing length. He could feel the hard shaft pulsing against the palm of his paw as he gave a caressing stroke upwards and heard the blue drake cry out raggedly. The sound was almost frantic as the tail slapped against his own.

He flicked his wings back against his sides as he started to work his hips in and out with powerful strokes. The feel of the muscles as they clenched and squeezed around him made him nearly curl his toes with pleasure, but he continued the deliberately smooth and powerful movements. He struggled past the way they contracted around him and pulled out when they relaxed enough to let him free. The hot slippery cum mimicked a dragoness perfectly. His tail twisted down and wrapped around the blue one and gave it a pull to force the hips up tighter against him. The blue hind legs slipped up tight against his haunches until he could feel each and every flex of the muscles as the hips tried to buck up against him.

He gave a squeeze around the base of the cock and heard the loud hiss. It was even better with the hips trying to buck up against his paw, the walls seemed to ripple and pull him in deeper as he sped up his thrusts. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt the paws shove against his wing shoulders desperately. The struggles growing as he hammered in with short hard strokes. He could feel the balls drawn tight against the other drake's legs as the movements twisted and jerked against him. When they grew too much he slammed his chest down hard enough that he heard a hissing wheeze and opened one eye to see Jessup's eyes bulging slightly and his jaws spread open. The tongue wrinkled back as he struggled to get in a breath without success.

No matter that his body couldn't draw in a breath, Syrrik felt the shaft suddenly strain forward against his caressing paw. The walls around his cock suddenly clamped down hard enough that he snarled out. A sudden hot splatter hit him along the lower belly as the blue drake was pushed over the edge. His jaws still working to try and find air as he emptied himself all over the paw and his own belly. The red drake twisted his lips up in a grin and drove himself through the pulsing fluttering walls. He worked over them and felt them clenching and relaxing over and over again. The suckling squeezes started to push him over the edge as he let out a short snarling growl to himself and his body started to grow tense. He lifted his head from the throat and his balls pulled up tight between his legs.

He gave a final sharp thrust forward until he was grinding his orbs up against the blue drakes. His chest lifted up enough that he heard Jessup sputtering and coughing to catch his breath, but those thoughts were in the back of his mind as the first hot rush of seed pushed up along his shaft. He spilled out the thick ropes into the already used passage as the walls continued to spasm and squeeze around him. They rubbed and caressed teasingly as if trying to milk out each and every hot gooey drop that drooled into the passage and leaked around the edges of the violated anal ring. It made him feel dizzy for a moment as he bugled out his pleasure. Glorious!

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Jessup squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the pool of his semen spreading over his lower belly like a stain against his scales. It was only made by worse by the hot splash of cum being forced into his sticky slick passage one pulse at a time. No matter how he tried to stop it he was squeezing and clutching around the girth and trying to pull more and more into his passage. He wanted to stop himself from reacting. He wanted to dart away and try and deny what he'd done, but he couldn't. He trembled as the last hot drool of seed spill out into him and the shaft started to soften slightly. His walls clenched down hard which earned him a grind that stirred the cock inside of him and an involuntary groan spilled out of his throat even as he tried to stop it.

"I win." Syrrik panted down at him with his eyes gleaming wickedly. "You are my dragoness now, boy."

"Not..dragoness.." Jessup panted out and the weight on his chest shifted slightly while the drake started to stand up. "Oh skies..."

The rumble of laughter didn't cover up the hot slick noise as inch after dark inch of cock was pulled out of his body and let the cum inside of dribble out. He twisted and squirmed as the tip pulled along the sensitive spot inside of him before the tip popped out with a final wet sound. The cock hung heavy and glistening beneath the drake and Jessup could glance down to see his own stained belly and, worse, his splattered tail base where he'd given himself over to that moment of pleasure. The embarrassment made him squeeze his eyes shut and lean his head back. He didn't want to see how he'd been used, it was nearly worse then being eaten.

"You're not going to bed yet, pet." The drake rumbled and Jessup snapped an eye open. "You seem to have made a mess."

"I... YOU DID IT!" The blue dragon snapped out and his eyes opened to see the chest above him before the drake stepped forward again.

"Ah, now you are slicing the hairs a bit fine." Syrrik all but purred down at him before one of the paws moved down to wrap around his muzzle and pulled his head upwards. "First lesson, you will keep me clean, boy."

"I.. AAAAA!!!" Jessup's protest was lost in a screech a hind paw suddenly pushed against his achingly sore chest.

He didn't have it in him to resist as his head was forced upwards and his muzzle was rubbed in the sticky splatter against the red scaled belly. He flattened his ears down as the thick strands coated his muzzle in sticky ropes. He could smell his own musk on the drake and it made him squirm with embarrassment, but the paw on his muzzle was firm. He couldn't pull back or the claws would catch against his scales and yank them backwards. The idea that he'd have to clean up the mess he made had his stomach churning in protest, but in the end he gave in. His tongue flicked out and scooped up a thick tongueful of the semen with the tip.

Syrrik let his muzzle go as he sucked in the taste of his own seed and swallowed quickly before he was forced to lick out again. He squeezed his eyes shut as his tongue slathered out over the edges of the scales and pulled the tongue along the broad scales where the seed had splattered in thick drops. He was uncomfortably aware of the black shaft softened and hanging down between the haunches, the bunched up sheath and the wetness that had smeared all over the balls. A tremor ran down his spine, but he licked out again and scooped up a goopy mess of the seed and sucked it into his mouth to swallow.

"Rrrr talented aren't you?" Syrrik purred down at him.

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Syrrik shifted onto his haunches and balanced himself with his spread wings while he watched the small blue head along his belly. The hot red tongue worked against his scales in strong scoops while Jessup kept his eyes closed. The head was so masculine, but the hot scent of the male had been drowned out with his own musk. His throat vibrated with a deep thrum of pleasure while he curled his tail along the curve of his haunches. The hot flexing of the tongue worked its way up before he moved his paw down to wrap just beneath the curve of the haunch. His claws dug in against the scales as he shoved the drake's muzzle all the way down to his softened dark shaft.

"All of it drake." He rumbled and Jessup rolled his eyes up pleadingly. It was almost an endearing look, but not enough to save him. "All of it."

He gave his toes another flex that dented in the scales before the blue drake flicked his tongue out half heartedly against the tip of his slimy cock. It was almost adorable to see the tongue curling along the edges and scooping up the spent cum with slow rolling strokes. It made him shiver just a touch when the hot tongue tip teased around the edges of his glans. He let his paw move to cup just behind the curve of the head while he thrummed deep in his throat. Oh yes, he'd keep this small strange drake as his own. Perhaps eventually he'd eat the lad, but for now, it was nearly as good as having a dragoness at his beck and call. A lovely little intruder all for his own.