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Faran marvelled as Amber executed a steep spiralling dive, forcing wind past his face and through his clothes. His heart moved up into his throat and blood rushed to his head. There could not possibly be a greater adrenaline rush than this!

He realised Niamh (pronounce that Neeve you heathens) was showing off, and didn't mind, even a little. She was the dragon, Amber's, rider. A redheaded beauty. Faran was a little nervous Niamh could all too easily feel the erection he was sporting. Though there was little he could do about it. Currently he was holding on rather tightly, Niamh was forced to take shallow breaths, despite her skill being sufficient that should he wave his hands in the air, he would not leave the dragon.

This event was the culmination of begging, blatant flattery and a series of humiliating tasks given him by his sister and Niamh. Even so, Faran scarcely believed it was real. Rare was the 15 year old boy who could say he had seen a dragon up close, let alone been for a ride on one! He could only thank the Goddess his sister was a friend of Niamh's.

As for Niamh's part, she really didn't mind Faran tagging along. He was a good kid. The humiliation was mere amusement. Also, there was little danger. The scouting exercise, set over 3 days, was intended more to exercise Amber than anything. Borders were mind numbingly peaceful these days and Faran would be good company. Well, as good company as any boy 9 years your junior could be.

Niamh decided to let the erection go unmentioned, executing a series of loops and stalls, displaying the considerable experience she had at her disposal. Boys this age had laughably little control of their equipment; it was even a little flattering. Maybe when he was a tad older, she would have a go at her best friend's baby brother. Niamh chuckled to herself.

Amber began showing signs of mild fatigue, perhaps because of the extra load, coupled with Niamh's showing off. Niamh spotted a clearing near a stream and brought her mount down. Faran was bouncing with excitement from the ride, and the questions about Amber were coming thick and fast.

Dusk was in full swing, camp was set up, and Faran had begun asking questions like whether Niamh had chosen Amber because the golden dragon matched Niamh's coppery hair. This made her laugh; a dragon chose the rider, not the other way round.

The questions by the light of the fire and stars had now moved on to anatomy. What was the range of motion in the neck? How was the phenomenal lift created? Niamh began to drift off while Faran prodded and flexed Amber's muscles and wings.

Niamh cautioned as she drifted. "Don't hurt Amber or she may snap!" Not believing that for a moment, but hoping he wouldn't annoy Amber overly long.

Quite the opposite was occurring though. Tired muscles were beginning to relax as Faran pushed, flexed and massaged. Amber began to purr a deep rumble as he made his way toward her rear. The knowledge that he was the cause made him giddy.

Faran left Amber's haunch to look at her impressive, ridged tail. At its base it was as broad as he. At its tip, as thick as his arm. Faran wondered how heavy it was, or if he could lift it. His eyes bulged as he tried, straining to lift even a little. He thought he heard a snort of laughter come from the dragon. Well, he would show her! He moved for the second attempt, but was misinterpreted. Amber obligingly lifted her tail and repositioned her rump, giving an unexpected view of her very intimate region.

Faran froze, mouth going dry, and stood stunned, heart clattering in his chest. Slowly he turned his head, checking Niamh was still asleep. It appeared that way. A brief struggle of conscience soon gave in to curiosity and he stepped closer. Shakily lifting his arm he reached out to touch her, and promptly ejaculated, his body convulsing embarrassingly.

Recovering quickly, he reached into his trousers to remove the mess, before it had a chance to seep in. Thank the stars no one had seen that! He flicked the semen away and steadied his nerves. It began to dawn on him he was in over his head. Faran lifted a slightly steadier hand and brushed the dust off the base of Amber's tail, absorbing detail, burning it to memory as though his life would later depend on it. The golden scales grew paler around her vulva, and on one end of the slit, her puffy labia exposed itself. Ever so gently he traced her mons, manipulating the soft region with increasing pressure and becoming aroused once more. Youth also has its advantages.

Faran's pulse rose again. Any moment now, his heart was going to try leaving his chest. This day's excitement not yet at an end. He leant slowly in, spreading Amber with both hands and inhaled deeply.

Hers was not the smell of flowers, or of the woods during a shower, or a meandering river in spring. This was a Dragon! Her smell was sharp and pungent! It drove him almost wild. Shaking uncontrollably once again, he drew his face to her sacred place and sampled her. She tasted wonderful, a tangy kaleidoscope of flavours, some powerful, some subtle, all unique. He spread her again and began probing deeper with his tongue.

Faran was enjoying himself when a movement in the corner of his eye startled him into an exclamation. "Shit!" he hissed as his head jerked aside, but it was only Amber. She had craned her long neck all the way around, her face hovering inches from his, watching him intently.

"Dammit Amber, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" He exhaled, willing his heart to settle before it did itself a disservice. He glanced once again to where Niamh was sleeping. This time he jumped! She was standing directly behind him. Faran nearly fainted.

Niamh gripped his shoulders and steadied him. "Calm down, calm down! I was just observing. I would never have thought Amber would let anyone explore there. You both seem to be enjoying yourselves. But I must ask you to remove your clothing, before you continue."

Faran gaped. "That's not fair; I'm not going to take off my clothes if you are still wearing yours!"

"My dragon, my rules! But if it makes you happy..." Niamh shrugged and began undressing. Faran reeled as she stood before him wearing nothing but her coppery pubic hair. "Your turn!"

Faran awkwardly hopped in place, discarding clothes inefficiently until he too stood naked, flagpole proudly erect. Well, more like cocktail wiener erect, he was after all only 15.

"Carry on." Niamh chuckled.

Faran turned. Amber was waiting patiently, still looking into his face. Time for a new tactic. He carefully inserted his hand into her tight opening. Marvelling at how such a large passage could never the less, be so tight. Applying steady force he slowly gained headway against her muscles, assisted by the slick walls surrounding his arm. Amber let out a moan as his bicep began to invade her. Faran rubbed her walls with his entire hand as he ventured deeper into this amazing creature. He felt a change in texture inside the tunnel. It was like a miniature washboard and Faran decided it was as good a place as any to explore.

Niamh was rather excited herself. Faran had most of his arm inside her dragon, and, judging from his rapt expression and quivering, the boy was near sensory overload. Her hand was subconsciously rubbing the front of her crotch, and with each pass, her fingers moved deeper into her mound until pretty soon she realised she was making squelching noises, her excitement starting to drip down the inside of her thigh. This would end way too fast; better find something else to occupy her hands. She moved up to Faran and lowered herself onto her knees.

Twisting Faran's hips to the side, Niamh directed his member into her mouth, tasting the salty accident on him. A great shame Niamh would never be able to tell that story to anyone other than his sister.

Niamh would need to proceed slowly here too. With this much excitement, Faran would be on a hair trigger. Faran's body convulsed in response to that thought and Niamh removed him from her mouth and chose to prolong this by exploring first.

Although nowhere near her first experience with a man, there was something primal and exhilarating about doing this with an underage boy, her best friend's brother no less. Also, being his senior, she had absolute control and so felt more comfortable probing.

Niamh traced his sack with her fingers, tugging on it and stretching it out of shape. She continued on past his perineum and headed for his pucker. Faran whimper as she spread his cheeks apart, slowly circling his hole with her finger.

That was when Niamh had an opportunity to jump. She felt a large breath on her rear as Amber's cool snout took position underneath her. Incredible! Niamh would never have guessed her dragon would get involved in play like this!

The dragon's long powerful tongue slid over Niamh's skin and began entering her holes. Plural! The forked muscle invading her utterly! Niamh could scarcely believe it. Amber's massive tongue probed steadily deeper, stretching her, until it felt as though Niamh had a foot of tongue inside each opening, still Amber kept pushing. Niamh could feel the tongue beginning to lift her entire body before Amber slowly reversed direction and slid back out, only to begin the process again. The feeling of ecstasy and the exquisite pain of having her ass invaded to this extent was going to drive Niamh to insanity! Niamh once again took Faran into her mouth as the movement of the forked tongue inside her was gradually increased.

Amber the dragon had not been stimulated in a virtual age. All too quickly her orgasm was approaching as the juvenile male mercilessly ground his hand into her G-spot. She flung her massive head forward as the orgasm engulfed her. The strength of the contraction pulling Faran's arm deeper, lifting him onto his toes and pulling his shoulder all the way into her spasiming hole.

"Holy Mother!" the dragon snarled.

For an alarming moment, Faran thought his arm would be pulled out of its socket. Fear engulfed him and he whimpered when he realised the alarming pressure around his arm was beginning to taper off. As soon as he was free enough, he quickly extracted his arm. Though the pain had been brief, his arm looked a little red from the incredible pressure and was covered in slippery white mucus.

Faran turned to Niamh and saw that her attention was directed to the front of the beast. She looked shaken and pale.

"Dragons can't speak!" She choked.

Amber breathed out visibly, allowed herself to recover a little, and swung her scaled head around.

"We are quite capable, little one. Aeons past, dragons noticed our survival was in jeopardy. A decision was made to ensure our continuation. We could no longer compete with humans. Rather become beasts of burden than perish forever. Though the burden has not been so heavy. You are gentle and considerate, and many times past I desired conversation with you. I am sorry for the deceit, but I must beg you not to reveal our secret. It may well plunge us into war once more!"

Stunned, Niamh stood staring at her companion. Faran could faintly see a tear forming in Niamh's eye before she threw herself at Amber's neck.

"My friend can speak!" She sobbed. "All this time, we never knew!"

"Some few do know our secret." Amber replied. "But they help us guard the knowledge fiercely."

Niamh stood holding her friend. Faran watching her, though the sight of that naked, perfect rear soon drew him to attention once more.

Amber eventually turned her eyes on Faran. "Since the boy was the catalyst of our introduction, I think it only fair we finish what he started."

Niamh half laughed, half choked, half sobbed and realising that was a lot of halves spoke hoarsely , "Come over here you little perv! Lie on your back and hold your knees to your shoulders." Faran did as instructed and Niamh kneeled, teasing him with her tongue. Amber positioned herself behind Niamh's raised buttocks and inserted her massive tongue once more.

That night, the trio took turns pleasuring each other, pausing only for a brief rest and wash at dawn. When they returned from the scouting excursion, the three were exhausted. Niamh hobbled amusingly, and Faran wore a goofy smile for a week!

Niamh's reply to Faran's sister was. "I'm not sure you will believe me. I think it may be your turn to join me on the next outing."

The End.....Maybe.