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All throughout the lands there was none more dangerous than the ones in Skyrim. Thieves banding together to ransack traveling merchant caravans, robbing the poor working out on their own fields, and even right in the cities, forming their own guilds to control the market for their own gain. Such practices were rapidly being seen as illegal and certain measures were being taken to eradicate those organizations, but what they lacked in manpower, they were rapidly gaining in brawn from other sources. Spelunkers from all corners of the world had gone out in search of treasure and with some of their discoveries lead to a rather healthy interest from the College of Winterhold. Magical chambers had been found, powerful magics woven around central nests, filled with what appeared to be draconic eggs. The fall of Alduin and the dragons that he had raised had since fallen, but in their wake, a new era began. Those eggs had been purified of the corruption that Alduin's influence had over them, and in time, grew to become fierce protectors of the humans, often serving kingdoms as the standard guard patrols.

However, with the threats of the dragons gone, new fears began to rise in their wake. Falmer, necromancers wanting to bring back the corrupted dragons, and the massive rise of thieves in the years learning more about the newly hatched dragons, Skyrim had once again begun to slip back into chaos with little hope in sight. The dragons were sentient, able to learn the human language fairly quickly, but they were too young yet to be able to help aid in the fights...or so they thought.

Our tale takes place many years after the first hatching of the mage's cleansed eggs, to which they were sent off to the various kingdoms of Skyrim to be appointed as the 'muscle' of the guards. Sure the humans were still there yet; patrolling and being able to enter shops to settle disputes, but nothing settled a prisoners incessant whining for release than a massive snout looming down on him, under the threat of being eaten alive. Though the initial broodings were a bit...unstable, often resulting in the mage's having to put safety precautions onto them to ensure that if they -would- get out of hand, that they'd be easily able to be taken care of. Few instances of revolt and aggression were swiftly handled, and with a better control over what made the dragons the borderline between feral and sentient, the mages finally began to figure out just what made them tick, and by simple adjustments to their temperatures, they began to create all sorts of variants to the beasts. Gold, silver, red, blue...all the colors they wanted, and they started to document them, but that isn't important. What is, is the current events that were unfolding outside of Dragonsreach...

Proud and strong, a budding dragon of crimson and shimmering gold strutted about the landscape like he owned it. Rippling muscles danced under his hide as he took to the side of the road, careful not to crush the stones under his strong paws. Finally, he had been granted an audience by the Jarl of Dragonsreach, a place he's wanted to visit all throughout his life. Such numerous stories of what happened around that area, along with rather pleasant stories about what happened inside of the keep itself filled his heart with hopes and ambition, eager to serve the king as part of his new guard. Solitude's armor clung against his hide. Pitiful looking on a dragon of his stature, but even so, he still paled in comparison to some of the larger, older drakes that had proven themselves worthy of having such a status.

Swinging his tail low and slow, he grinned back almost giddily towards some of the guards as he lumbered along the path up to the main gate, spying a few fellow beasts perched atop of the stonework wall, on the lookout for thieves along the roads, preying on the merchant caravans that were supposed to arrive within short order. Poised high, they only gave the fellow dragon a mild snort in his direction before returning to their vigilant postings, scanning the horizon and sniffing the breeze for the scent of the horses that would pull the wagons. With nothing in sight, Dragonfire spun on his paws as the front gates were opened into the city of Dragonsreach, his heart fluttering in his chest as he saw the interior for the first time.

The idle pace of the city seemed alluring already, people wandering the streets, showing off their wares in their shops, and some even trying to try to draw in the draconic crowd as well. Scale buffing? Free samples of some of the shops meats? Custom made armor for a big ol' beast to wear? Goodness, why hadn't he come here sooner? Some children even were racing up and down the pathways, dodging between the legs of some of the dragons that even roamed about, slow and steady were their gaits, but they paid no mind to whoever was below. They were protected by the king after all. If a few got underfoot, they just reported that it was their fault for getting in the way. But even in their play, they did take a few seconds to gaze upon the new dragon in their city, even running around his footpaws, patting against his scales before dashing away, giggling, and peering back at him through the bushes, talking to one another quietly, perhaps in admiration. No matter, he had a task to do for the time, and the first was to make sure he didn't stomp on anyone...yet. He wouldn't want to make that impression to the king if he had a mob of people after him if he was too clumsy.

Passing by several houses already, he came over towards a more well used path that led straight into the city square, merchants having their booths and wares on display more profoundly than those that wandered the street, flashing them off whenever they thought they could make a sale. Human guards and dragons stood off to the side, some even idly chatting towards one another but he couldn't help but smirk as he heard one dragon growl out as he passed by.

"..told me I couldn't fly on aerial patrol because I took an arrow to the knee? Doesn't he know what we fly with? I swear the captain is too horn..."

He walked by without thinking terribly about the captain just yet, sounds like the captain was rather safety conscientious and was just worried about their well being. Sounds rather comforting to know that they have a captain that's actually careful with whoever is under his command. Shrugging his wing shoulders lightly, he made his way up the side towards the keep, eager as ever to get into the ranks of the guards. Heavy footfalls crunched some of the lumber partially buried in the earth to use for the dragon's as claw holds, working his way up to the side entrance, where a few of the overseeing guards alerted the captain of the new arrival. Tapping on the edge of his shield to draw the dragon's bright eyes up towards him, the guard simply pointed back further and huffed.

"The captain is busy at the moment, but he still wants to see you. Go around, you'll hear him well before you see him. He's enjoying some...personal time."

Personal time? But it's the middle of the day, why would he be slacking off now?

The clinking of the armored plates thumping against his sides was all but drowned out to his ears as he had to focus on something new with every step towards that back that he took, a heavy scent soon flooding the air and as he took it on, he started realizing more and more just what it could be. But with the thicker snarls drawing on from the back of the building, he soon rounded the corner, hitting headlong with that intense musk, leaving the dragon slack jawed as he saw the sight before him. Dragonhold Keep had been since...renovated since the days of Alduin, but this was...

Before him stood the captain of the guard, platinum scales glinting with the light and the fine layer of sweat held over his frame, and judging by the restraints that they had reworked to best keep a dragon like him under wraps, they spared no expense in making sure the workers that were getting so intimately close with the beast wouldn't be harmed. Facing away from where Dragonfire was coming in, he had a grand view of the beast's massive form gripped down by those wooden restraints, banded metal curling around the splintered wood to try to keep it together. His wings were held down, along with his fore and hindlegs, even his tail was strapped down for the moment, but all that jarring clattered the chains and shook the walls as he stressed himself against the restraints, claws tearing deep against the stone, ripping it apart. Was he...trapped? No, he looked all too...happy to be...

Just then he started to take notice of what truly was going on. The dragon was held in place as workers were focusing around the dragon's loins, and as the crimson dragon stepped in further to gaze upon what was going on, his jaw started to drop, seeing what they were treating him to. The beast's weighty balls were being massaged over, along with an odder device gripped around his prides held tightly together, thrusting through it to spill his seed all over several vats that were held in the flooring, beneath a grating system to drain down into it with the dragon's imminent release. Muscles rippled and flared over the dragon's haunches as he strove himself forth hard, those knotted bases of his prides locking him to the device wrapped around his sheath. But as he tossed his head and snorted out hotly back at the workers, he noticed the new dragon standing there, a broad grin spreading along his lips as he gruffed out.

"Come on closer...Rrrrngh, don't be...shy. I'm just getting a little...lighter for the flight later. Didn't expect you to be...ear....RRLY!" he chuffed out thickly, thick blasts of precum soaking down, splattering down the backsides of his forelegs and slamming against some of the vats. That musk struck again and again on each shot, coupled with the multitude of other scents left behind by the other drakes in the area. The entire area was open, for those that wanted to extend out their wings, if they were deemed safe to do so, if they didn't get too wild. Stone walls were set in place beneath the beast to block any errant shots that might get too scattered as they were to erupt. Several sets of human hands kneaded and worked over the cocks each and over those balls of his, drawing the dragon closer and closer to orgasm.

"The mages here have been trying to...gather 'samples' from us for use in their experiments, or to see if its practical elsewhere...Of which...rrngh, as you can see, we are more...more than eager to help support their cause, especially with the stout lack of females around to aid us. Rrrngh, give me one moment..."

The platinum twisted his head away and snarled out, his tongue sticking out between his teeth as he bit down, and as Dragonfire could see, the dragon's cocks were thickening with each heavy pulse of his heartbeat, the dragon's entire frame tensing up, muscles straining against the scaled hide as those balls of his seemed to swell out one last time, before he bellowed out his booming roar, the humans underneath of him moving off to the side to make sure they were clear of the blasts as he pummeled those heavy shots of musky cum against that wall, splattering his seed all over the place. Jet after jet launched out of both, the wood creaking and snapping further as he strained the limits of the restrains, even some errant shots launching over towards Dragonfire's snout, splattering his snout and neck, and with that stout musk drew on a potent groan from his lips, his own length swelling out stoutly from his sheath. Several long seconds came and went with the dragon's release as he snarled out his delight, the leather around his tail keeping it secured to the floor creaked and moaned with the strain, but finally, he began to taper off, panting lowly, and quickly, the workers were already going to work, cleaning him off, and starting to undo his restraints, tilting his blissful snout back over towards the crimson standing there, like nothing had happened.

"Rrrngh, by the gods, that feels MUCH better! So then, Dragonfire is it? I've heard about several of your rather unique interrogation methods. I must say I approve. First thing is first though. Workers, get that armor off of him, he's not going to be needing the mark of another city on him. I already like him enough that he's staying. Later on, you can get a turn in here too, if you want. I try not to visit more than three times a day, depending."

The dragon smirked, and before he knew it, several hands were already working against his body, their dainty fingers gliding across his scaled hide as they maneuvered the buckles, stripping them down and off of his frame, the armor plating clanking heavily on the stonework floor as they were released. He felt...different without the armor on, more protected, but more free to move about as he liked, especially after the plating on his sheath was removed, letting him fully hang down low just as he was meant to, getting an obvious grunt from the larger platinum standing off to the side, stretching himself out, getting a full eyeful of the dragon before him.

"Mmm, dragon of few words, eh? That's fine. I'm getting to see plenty about you as it is. Strong, tough...rrrngh... well I won't go into more just yet because we have a fun little patrol route to go on."

Dragonfire's head perked up as he stole it away from the dragon's slowly retreating cocks, blushing a bit as he softly nodded his head, tailtip swinging around about the floor as he listened intently to him, staving away the obvious arousal that he had.

"As you know, bandits have been bad in these times, and there is word that they hit the caravan that was going to supply us for the next few months. We get to go out and see just where they are. You up for it?"

As if I was going to pass this up... "Absolutely! Are we leaving immediately?...I don't have any armor to wear though anymore now?" He rumbled out aloud as he thought about the armor pooled at his footpaws, ready to be toted away with the horses. If they were going on a potentially dangerous mission, why were they going unprotected? And with little, or no support from the other dragons?

"Don't worry about it for now, they have to custom make you some later on as it is. It's going to be loose fitting for awhile...that is, unless you stick close by my side. I can't stay in any piece of armor they give me too long, it just ends up snapping off before I know it." He tossed a casual grin and winked back, and began to turn around, people scattering away from underfoot as he turned towards the balcony where they had to come in from, gently opening his wings even as his tail tip swung around to stroke against Dragonfire's weighty sheath, giving the dragon a strong shudder as slow grind back against that tail tuft. But even as he opened his eyes from the short moment of bliss, he saw the dragon's wings beat down, launching him off of the edge of the balcony, taking with him a few errant chunks of the flooring with him as he took to the sky, the light reflecting off of his scales like a brilliant mirror, shimmering in all the colors of the rainbow off of his hide. Dragonfire stiff leggedly lumbered over towards the edge, precum drooling in a clear line from where he was standing to the edge as he took off right after him, taking chase into the skies as he followed the dragon higher and higher into the skies, lazily banking towards the roads where the caravan was rumored to be.

They took turns out in front, the platinum soon falling behind a few times to get a better look over his new recruit. Specifically having asked for him, the dragon's sharp eyes fell on those strong curves of the dragon, admiring those stripes along his flanks and sides bulging out with every beat of those powerful wings of his, drawing a low grunt from the pit of his chest as the wind whistled over his wings. Those heavy foot paws of the dragon further taking on his interest as he tilted his eyes upwards, getting a full eyeful of the crimson's weighty sheath and balls idly adjusting themselves with every wind pocket that would catch against the hefty equipment, drawing a swaying that tantalized his eyes. He had all but since forgotten about what they were out there for until Dragonfire roared out a brief call out towards him, catching his ears and snapping his snout down around towards the ground where Dragonfire was looking. Sure enough, the convoy of wagons was there, and it appeared as though they were being ransacked. There were no survivors left of the caravan, but the remaining thieves had more than a few armfuls of supplies they needed to get away with, and with their hustle and bustle to try to get their horses to stand still for a few seconds longer, the hunt was on.

Dragonfire watched as the platinum tilted his head and dove straight at them, and seeing them separated out from their horses a few paces, he loosed a bellowing roar that shook the very trees around them, and spooked the horses away, their hard charging hooves thundering down the path right as the dragon himself landed just past it, separating out the fleeing thief from his only mode of escape which skittered to a stop, but not nearly quickly enough to turn and get away from the dragon. His two partners made off in the opposite direction, to which the massive crimson took after himself, wanting to prove himself to his new captain. Slamming down into the roadside and pinning one of the thieves underfoot, he snarled out at the other even as he stupidly tried to draw his sword, the metal clattering to the stonework path as he was greeted with a fang filled snout in short order, knowing he was screwed. A quick snap of his tail drew around the little male's waist, a smaller elf, from the looks of it and snarled out into his face, tendrils of drool flying off of his snout as he silenced his whimpering and pleas for mercy from the big beast within short order.

"Now then ,recruit! Time to show me your prowess in terms of your interrogation. I'm rather excited to see just how you perform with it. I'd answer well if I were you, Elf. I've heard he can be rather...convincing when he wants answers out of you." The platinum smirked as he came over closer, brushing a few of the now empty caravans off of the road with his forepaw, sending them down a little hill to break apart on the impacts, the dragon's tail holding up the other prisoner for the time as he beat his fists down against the girth of the scaled length, trying desperately to get away. "Normally, I just tend to eat whoever is left at the scene of the crime, and follow the scents of your little friends as they ran away and crush them at their own homes. But...I'm letting him handle it this time. So you -may- live through this, thief."

The elf's heart sunk in his chest as he looked back to that drooling maw of the beast, his feral smirk spreading along his snout as he gently held the little male down lower towards the ground, letting him see his companion pinned underneath of the dragon's foot paw, claws on either side of his head, the little male's wiggling grinding up further against his foot paw drew a heavy grumbling growl from the pit of his chest. Those sharp eyes glared deep into the elf's own as he formulated his questions, shaking his head quickly. "Come now, don't make this rough on yourself, or I'll demonstrate on your little friend here how rough I can be. If I can't get the answers out of you...well, we'll just do what he suggested before. Kill you off and follow your friend's scents back towards your base of operations, how does that sound?"

The elf stayed quiet at that point, shaking his head like a spoiled two year old, refusing to eat something. Shrugging, the dragon let his forepaw slowly grip around the male's frame, and as he scooped him up off of the ground, he smirked back, licking over the edge of the male's legs, soaking down the edges of his pants and his boots, smirking back at the captive in his tail. "First question then. How many were involved in your little plot here?" He snorted as he slowly drew the male up off of the ground, his kicks and screams heard all the louder as he tried to get away, but the foot paw dragged him closer and closer behind him, further out of sight.

"You'll just have to kill us all off instead! I'm not telling you, BEAST!" he spat out, shaking hard against the dragon's paw, and soon the strangled yells of the male turned to a new level of frightened as he was feeling his feet touching something rather hot and warm against his feet, and with him unable to move, he groaned out in pleasure, slowly stuffing the little male inside of his sheath, to which the new captive yelled out. "JUST TELL IT! I'M NOT GOING TO DIE HERE TODAY BECAUSE OF YOU!" The little male squirmed and kicked, but it just drew a heavier rumble from the beast as he tried to formulate the new question, even as his feet were sliding down inside of his sheath, eliciting a thick growl from his chest.

"Rnngh, the more he squirms and the longer you delay, the harder it's going to be to force you in there too, elf. Now then, since you don't want to answer that, next question. Where are all of your friends going? Where is your base located?"

The screams were getting louder and louder the further he slid in, and as he was up to his chest, the male yelled out from his sheath, clutching as hard as he could to whatever edge of the dragon's claw that he could reach. His voice rang out as he tried to hold on. "Whitewatch Tower! Whitewatch Tower is where the base is! Just pull me out, please! There's a few dozen of us, just please, let me go!"

The dragon's smirk spread firmly across his maw as he listened to that, his low growling drumming from the pit of his chest. "Excellent. Thank you, little one. But there in lays a problem. You two are still convicted of crimes against Whiterun, so you must be tried for your crimes. Now, since we are going after the rest of your bandit friends, we'll just have to keep you with us until we can give you a proper trial."

Both of the males screamed out, but the dragon just laughed and growled out. "Or, do the noble thing and go turn yourselves into the soldiers of Whiterun and save yourself the embarrassment of reek of dragon musk. Your choice." The platinum stood by, laughing a bit as they all quickly were in firm agreement of partaking in the lesser of the evils, and quickly took off down the road, fleeing as fast as they can towards Whiterun, the dragon's roaring back out after them.

"Remember! We know your scents by now! If you don't show up in the jails when we get back, we'll be after you!" One of the elves tripped as he heard that, rolling down the hill a little, but the other two didn't even know it, far too busy running away for their safe refuge from the beasts that so threatened them, the beasts smirking back at them as they turned their sights to the west.

"So, to the tower then?" Dragonfire smirked warmly back at the platinum, flicking his tail from side to side, amused with himself that things went so well.

"Of course, it's time to take it to them directly. I must say, your reputation is well funded, I haven't had an interrogation go that well, ever. Normally, they just faint on me and then the human guards have to take over for me. I do rather approve of your methods too..." He flicked his tail around and grinned, patting against his sheath. "Hadn't thought of doing that before. Must say it's rather effective. But yes, to the tower we go. If there are that many of them...mmm, well, I have a rather fun little plan for that. For now, we'll take a mild little detour back to Dragonsreach and get properly...outfitted for this little assault. When they see us at the gates...don't even worry about not having the armor on, they'll give up in short order."

Confused, the dragons took off back towards the keep, Dragonfire hanging back a few seconds behind the platinum whom was looking towards the road, seeing that the fugitives that they let loose were heading straight towards the city, a smirk back on his face as he tilted his snout back to grin at Dragonfire with a coy growl and flick of his tail, approving of their actions already. But as they drew nearer to the city, he felt a new tingling in the air, excitement seeming to come off of the other dragon. A brief roar of command to those other drakes on the ground, they took off towards the north, eagerly heading towards the broken tower ruins that made up the camp, but one stayed behind and growled out to a guard, who ran into the keep and within short order, a robed pair of humans stepped out, staves tapping against the earth as he landed in the field outside of the city, the humans standing atop of the outer wall, looking down at them. "Mmm, if I'm correct, you are a fire element, yes?" he grinned back at Dragonfire, to which lightly nodded his head. Smirking back at the mages, he nodded his head, and they both began to channel a spell, one on each of them, and with the confused crimson getting the first eyeful of the fire that was jettisoning towards him from the mage's fingertips, he roared out in surprise and tried to shield himself under a wing.

Much to his surprise, the heat from the flickering flames didn't at all burn or scorn, but it instead felt...pleasantly good against his body, seeping further and further into his scales as he moaned out in pleasure from it, the fire still pouring on and over his body. With a stronger growl, he snorted out and shuddered, muscles flaring up larger and stronger, feeding him more strength. As he looked down at the ground and dipped his wing away, he huffed out a plume of smoke from his nostrils and looked towards the flowers that hadn't been scorched away just yet, seeing them shrinking further and further away from his gaze, drawing a pleased snarl from his lips. Growing from this mystical fire? Hell, he wasn't going to question it, he was just eager to be growing from it! Larger and thicker he swelled out, and as he tilted his head towards the platinum, electricity lancing off of the other mage's fingertips, he witnessed the other beast's transformation first hand, seeing the reflection of his own changes mirrored back onto him. Roaring out in his bliss, he watched those flanks of his surge and swell in size, the dragon's intimidating height continuing to press higher and higher into the skies, the city's walls slowly starting to shrink underneath of them as the mages kept it up until the sparks and the fire died out rather swiftly, leaving the beasts at least double their original size, looming and imposing, their bulk and sheer tonnage crushing the earth underfoot no matter where they stepped. Stretching out his grand wings, the platinum's frame shone with the electrical energy racing within those scales, giving him a sense of power just radiating off of his body, much like Dragonfire's own. The beast grinned and growled out thickly, his voice even having shifted to a much bassier, baritone growling tone.

"Rnngh, now that's the stuff right there...Come on, Dragonfire. These effects don't last TOO long...but we'll make grand use of it, I'm sure..."

With the onslaught of wind blowing across the fields as he took off, the mages stumbled over backwards from the sheer backblast of air coming off of the dragon's wings as he soared into the air, heading for a straight line to the north, where the rest of the drakes were waiting in a broken circle around the encampment, ready to snatch up the thieves that are trying to escape the onslaught the two were going to wreak on their base of operations. Side by side, they flew on towards the base, the broken tower of the once watchtower having been there as a landmark, and the broken remains of buildings and other towers standing there in lesser degrees, but the camp itself stood blatant to those in the skies. With a fond growling, he landed dead smack in the middle of the camp, the crimson dragon slamming into the ground several yards away, the earth crushing in underneath of their paws, and the sheer shock of the attack sent the inhabitants on such a fright, they were running headlong into one another, attempting to flee the scene, to which the dragons themselves were snatching them up, capturing them for their crimes. However, just frightening those within their little camp was not the only thing on the dragon's mind. Stone slabs cracked and slammed into the earth from the broken remains of the towers that had fallen around them, the dragon twisting his foot paw deep into the earth, feeling the stone slab turn to dust beneath his strong sole. He turned his attention back towards the crimson dragon, licking along his lips, the fire dragon's eye catching that swelling sheath beneath of the platinum's frame.

The strength of the spells that had been used on them definitely was still acting upon each of them, a powerful heat welling up within their loins, the feeling all too unique to the newly grown crimson, of which was having a hard time resisting the flooding of testosterone throughout his being. Growling out in his own feral tune, he stomped his forepaws against the earth, crushing several makeshift tents beneath his paws as he looked over at the platinum, now on even sizes with him and made a playful lunge back at him, knocking chest to chest to him, sending the pair crashing back hard against the shattered remains of another tower, sending it toppling over in a brilliant explosion of dust as the pair landed on it, the dragon's on their sides for the time being pressing up against one another. Feral instincts already began to surface between them, tails lashing out over the area as they scrambled to get up, bowling down trees, blasting the trunks into splinters and breaking away several more camping circles with their fire pits, sending showers of embers flying all over the foliage of the later fall. The other drakes that weren't holding prisoners kept the fires under wraps as the trees were quickly put out, not to start another forest fire like last time. Scrambling to get up, Dragonfire managed to get on his paws first, already feeling the burning need rising between his legs, his own hefty shaft standing out tall and proud from his sheath as he growled out sharply, trying to pin the other dragon down beneath his tonnage.

He wasn't about to have any of that, at least for the moment, and with a roll over onto his own paws, the hulking hide of the platinum dragon slammed through another set of tents, that managed to avoid being crushed under their bodies for the moment, just to get away for a few seconds to gain more ground. Thankfully, all of the inhabitants of the camp were secured away, the dragons flying off to take the prisoners back to fill the jail cells with them before returning to their duty back on the walls. Only a few stayed behind the make sure the pair didn't destroy TOO much while they had their fun.

"You know...Rrrngh, I had planned this out from the beginning...Your reputation as a strong, massive beast is following you rather well...I've heard a few tales of your...'exploits', and I must say, I'm rather intrigued in seeing just what you are capable of. Let's see you let your wild side out, Dragonfire! Show me what you can do!" The platinum bellowed out and positioned himself between the last standing tower and the crimson dragon himself, bracing for the impact he knew was coming. Dragonfire couldn't take it anymore, he needed release, it was building up so stoutly in his loins, he couldn't contain it all. Even his balls ached from the pent up load within them, and under that command, why would he hold back? Charging straight at him, he threw all of his weight forth, tearing his claws deep into the earth and with the platinum accepting his charge with a rearing back, they clashed, head on with one another, sending the dragon's back slamming straight through the tower, crushing it under his sheer bulk into a powdered dust beneath his back. The pair could easily feel the strength of the other, paws gripping around the strong hide of the other's frame, clawing against the scales, doing no harm to either of them, and within the strong, but playful nips, the crimson was already drawing his hips back, nudging his cock down further along the platinum's own frame, lining himself up with that tightened hole of his. The beast laid himself back, soon submitting, letting the crimson have his way with his frame, his tail even curling around to grasp around Dragonfire's weighty testicles to give them an experimental tugging, snorting out a puff of steam from his nostrils as he heard the low snarls ringing from his lips.

Dragonfire's eyes burned with the intensity of the sun, his thoughts all but escaping his mind for the time as he drew back, and with no more than a moment between his cockhead touching the dragon's tight ring, and that thrust inwards to grind his shaft against those heavy balls nearly overshadowing his tight pucker, their roars rung out true into the fading sunlight of the afternoon sky, every muscle on their frames tightening as they savored in the pleasure of driving against one another, the vice like grasp of the dragon's insides clinging tightly to that thick draconic cock burrowing firmly within his rump. Each thrust drove him harder against the ground, crushing the soil down to a compacted hardness, amid the ruins of that busted tower he landed against. Wings splayed out to the sides, Dragonfire's forepaws rest against the earth on either side of Achak's frame, rutting himself in fiercely, grinding the heavily corded underside of his against those twin prides of his, precum slickening their scales already, their musks quite tangible in the air as it were. Claws gripped firmly around the crimson's forelegs as he held on tight, the dragon laying back, taking the new recruit to the hilt soon enough, driving on with his hindlegs hooked around the fellow feral's sides, urging him on, encouraging him to let loose.

Dragonfire's mind was aflame with the strength he now possessed, even if it was temporary, and with his balls gliding fiercely against the tenderer underside of the platinum's tail, soon hilting himself inside of his captain's muscled insides to which he clamped down so fiercely, he thought he was going to blow right there. Nipping sharply against the corded neck of the dragon, he hunkered down low, driving himself on with rapid, jackhammering thrusts, drawing thicker snarls from each dragon as the platinum's knots were already starting to flare up, further increasing the heat between us both as the entire area was saturated with their raw masculine musk as it were, the rest of the dragons having a hard time keeping their own excitement under control. But with a sharp snarl and nip back against your flank, the dragon's climax was rapidly running higher and higher, and with the thickening of that girthy pride within the platinum's rear, he knew it was coming.

Those last powerful pulses and surges throughout his cock seemed to slow time itself, his jaws clamping down further around the dragon's neck beneath him as he finally loosed his muffled roar straight into his throat, clamping down sharply and unloading that pent up aggression all at once. The floodgates opened, and with that molten load flooding through his shaft, expanding out that heavy cumbelly of his pride, he added that last little stretching to the platinum's body, sending him over the edge as well. Unhindered, his voice shook the trees, his tail tightening further around those great balls of the crimson to fully milk them of their pent up seed, letting it all flow out inside of him, and over his tail, since there wasn't enough room to hold it all. Claws dug in fiercely just as the fangs did as he rocketed through his climax, pumping untold gallons worth of his seed all over between us, even pooling on his wings as he tensed up, firing load after load of cum between us, spreading hotly all over our scaled bodies. Within the blissful afterglow of the fading sun, the dragon's laid tightly against one another, not at all daring to move with the other still rammed to the hilt. Strong paws softly began to caress over Dragonfire's back and neck, stroking soothingly along his frame as the night air was starting to cool down the area, his voice thick and heavy as he soothingly whispered out into his ear.

"Rrngh, welcome...to Dragonsreach, Dragonfire. I'm sure you are going to fit in just fine around here..." the platinum growled out, grinning as he winked back to you, and settled back, horns sinking into the earth. The pair nestled in against one another until the next morning, sleeping off that orgasmic bliss locked together, soundly resting within the other's grasp, wings even held around the other.