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Hunting Grounds of the Viper Dragoness

Life is a stressful affair; there's no avoiding that fact. There are money problems, issues with interpersonal drama, weather patterns to fight with, social pressures, and physical appearance. It doesn't matter where you go or what you do, there's something out there looking to judge, belittle, or demand something from you.

Except on the Isle of Lyphe.

Lyphe was a privately owned island on the north western shore of Tehgol, owing its allegiance to neither Tehgol, Veneisse, nor Chimme. Free of proper government, Lyphe had no laws, no crime, and very little in the way of rules. All it had was one immensely powerful and wealthy owner who exiled any who displeased him, and the punishment for circumventing his judgement was severe, so very few dared cross him. He was an ornery old gryph, but it was his personal island and he welcomed all to visit and vacation there, so there was no need to question, break, or even test the rules.

Not only was the island a tropical paradise free for all to visit, but the owner had erected an entire resort, port, and community on the eastern seaboard of the island, filled with residents, workers, and even some families that lived there, permanently.

So, with his life getting stressful, the saurossin lizard known as Lars took his mate Kloog - a larger, quadruped dragon saurossin - on an extended vacation. His hands were getting worn down after months of sculpting statues and decorative palace designs for kings and nobles, so he had the cash to disappear for a month or more, not to mention more than enough desire to take advantage of this freedom.

Unlike most tourists and vacationers, neither Lars nor Kloog had any true desire to go to the resort, play in the pools, or buy any of the local wares. Instead, their plan involved seclusion from the tourists. Upon arriving at the resort, their first goal was to find passage to a less busy area of the island, which one of the dozens of guides was happy to lead them to.

Both Lars and Kloog travelled down the beach past and around the outcropped cliffs to eventually make it to the secluded beach: a wonderfully lonesome locale along the western coast of the island. Massive coral reefs could be seen out in the clear ocean near the horizon, some parts of it melding right into the rocky coast in between sections of beach.

Before the guide left, he offered them one warning: "Swim the oceans, bask on the beach, but don't delve too deep in the caves, for the viper dragoness lives and hunts there. If caught by her, you'll never be seen again."

Blowing off the warning - as saurossins are wont to do when given advice from a lowly canine - Lars tossed the guide a few coins and proceeded to woo his lover in the most romantic of ways: on a blanket on the beach, underneath a leaning palm tree.

As soon as the guide was gone around the cliffs, Lars took out the blanket from Kloog's saddle bags and tossed it out flat on the sand, taking a particularly long time to bend over, tail raised to show his immaculate rump. Cute, perky little moist hole amidst the lizard's pale yellow scales. Already the tip of his cock could be seen poking out from his sheathe, a gentle glisten of fluids dripping off it in the midday sun.

Kloog didn't even bother for the edges of the blanket to be flattened before tossing his saddle bag off to the side and burying his snout underneath his mate's tail; he inhaled a powerful snort to sample the scents followed by a dragon-breath exhalation that sent tingles up the smaller biped's spine and tail, who pushed back and rubbed his rump against the dragon's snout.

"Not even going to wait 'till I'm ready, horny drake?" He continued to push back, grinding his hole against the very tip of the drake's rounded snout plate, more of his length slipping from the meaty, scaled sheathe.

Another long, heavy exhalation of warm dragon breath on the lizard's rump moistened it from tail to berries, which Kloog happily licked up, tongue slipping from his maw to dance around in the lizard's pink-fleshed confines.

Lars fell right over with a whump as his chest parted the tiny hills of sand underneath the blanket, hind legs still straight, rump in the air and tail resting heavily on Kloog's snout. His eyes rolled back as his claws idly grasped at the blanket; he was certainly trying his best to not explode in pleasure right there on the blanket. Only a tongue was inside him; thick and dextrous as it was, it wasn't quite what he was hoping to be stuffed with. His tongue flopped out of his maw, a deep growling escaping his gullet. The little lizard pushed back as hard as he could go, Kloog's snout pushing his rump cheeks apart to expose more of his anal flesh for tasting, lower jaw tickling at the underside of his low-hanging orbs.

Kloog's own deep growling started up only a moment after Lars began, the rumblings travelling up his chest, in his maw, and down his tongue as it poked, prodded, and lapped at Lars' walls. After only a short while, he pulled away, leaving his mate's rum partially open. As he licked his lips, clearing his snout of his saliva and Lars's fluids, he got a good look at his mate's hanging fruits and the exposed pink rod that had slipped from his sheathe.

Lars said not a word, opting only to sway his hips left and right slowly, keeping his muscles loose to keep his gape from closing up, as if to say 'come on in'.

Not a moment too late, Kloog's own member dipped from his slit to hang near the ground. He hopped forth and laid one of his front claws on Lars' back, holding him in place as he tensed his muscles, raising his cock tip to press at the underside of his mate's tail - a direct line to the still-gaping hole that was only centimetres away. Kloog's tapered, pointed tip had no issue slipping into the open hole, quickly plunging deep into the lizard, spreading his rump wide, his hooks catching just inside the lizard's opening.

Lars let out a long, moaning grunt as he felt his mate's length slip into him with ease. Small as he may have been compared to the quadruped dragon that mounted him, he had spent many years mating this beast, his rump could handle it. Not only could he handle it, he wanted more!

Pinned beneath dragon claw, Lars pushed back as best he could, loosening rump to swallow another lobe and hook of his dragon mate's flared cock, feeling the backwards hooked nubs of flesh connected to the ridges pop into and then out of him, taking bits of viscous fluid to splatter on the blanket.

A powerful push buried most all of Kloog's length in his mate, only the thickest bulge of the partially engorged knot proved too thick for the lizard's hole, which trembled in delight and fear as the pressure mounted.

Not one to give up on a proper knotting, Lars pushed back as hard as he could, careful to keep his legs stretched and rump as high as it would go. Even with his back-end as high as it could be, Kloog still needed to bend his hind legs and arch his back to keep it properly level with Lars' passage. The lizard clamped, released, pushed, pulled, and proceeded to grind his hips against the bulbous knot, trying his best to use both his and his mate's lubrication to help the girthy monster cock slip into him.

It wasn't yet to be.

Kloog felt a familiar tingling well up from his groin to throat and back again before exploding into his lover, filling his belly with a healthy dose of seed; the pleasure forced his head back in a powerful roar that must have been heard even over the mountain and in the resort.

Lars whimpered. Not only had he not quite gotten off to the brisk encounter, but the roar must have attracted any random passerby or onlookers in the forest. Part of him wanted that anyway, but it still wasn't something his actively wished for. As he felt his mate's leg-thick cock slowly tug on his flesh, only to come out in jerks and pops as each ridge escaped his distended opening, bits of thick dragon cum escaped, splattering down Lars' and Kloog's legs.

Once the larger drake had pulled out completely, his cock slithered back up into his slit, leaving his mate gaped, tender, soaking wet, musky, and needy.

"Don't you dare leave on me, Kloog!" Lars warned, chin still pressed to the blanket.

"Sorry! Just needed a quickie before I go get us some drinks! Forgot to pick up our snacks for the afternoon. Back later!" Kloog laughed as he hopped away around the beach, footprints embedding in the sand as the surf slapped at his claws. HE took a quick piss on a tree before leaving.

Lars, having just flopped onto his side, raised a fist at his quick-triggered mate. "Get me some damn sausage while you're out!" He then added under his breath, "You useless cum dispensary."

With rump tender and sore, and still a little gaped, he finally rolled onto his haunches, tail splayed out behind him on the blanket. He could feel the drips of cum oozing out from his plump pucker to splat in a puddle in the fabric that got absorbed as fast as it hit. Instead of ruining their future lovemaking pad, he stood straight up and hobbled over to the water, draining a few drops of cum to splatter on the dry sand with each step.

"Hmph, what a goddamn mess. Horny drake couldn't even be bothered to clean up when he was done." Lars continued to grumble as he squatted down in the surf, releasing his bowels and the litre or more of cum that his lover had deposited in him. The resulting cum spill looked like a jellyfish jerking back and forth in the flow of the waves.

A minor pang of regret washed over Lars as he began to wish he'd gotten a taste of it, but that feeling dissipated as he looked back over his shoulder and saw something peculiar around the other side of a rocky outcropping; a cave that led to a grotto with what appeared to be faint hints of coral in it.

Curiosity took over him, and he quickly hopped over to it; a slight hobble in his step since his rump was still sore and more than a little loose. No more cum, though. So at least he had that going for him.

Once he made it to the cave, he peeked into it and let out a gentle shout, listening to the echoes. There was a faint light coming up from the water's depths, which was more than a little curious to him. The bottom of the grotto was mostly rock with bits of sand in the crevices and divots where there may have at one point been crabs or starfish. The water from the waves managed to make it up to this area, so it was all wet and a little slippery; no problem for Lars since his pads and claws were plenty good traction.

He stepped forward to get a better look at the source of light, simultaneously noticing that the coral reef just below the surface was particularly smoothe, slick, and sleek. He reached down with a foot claw and gave it a poke. Strangely enough, it felt soft!

Excited like a child, he left the cave to find a stick, a long and thick one with no branches. When he came back, the squishy coral was still there, so he poked it a few times, smiling every time it tensed up. What a delightful bit of sponge...

A sudden jerk of movement from underneath the water erupted as the 'sponge' uncurled itself from the coral, a bright red trap of flesh lined with teeth and fangs lunged at Lars to clamp down on his shoulders, the fangs sinking into his flesh. The pain was absolutely immense, like being stabbed with two hot pokers at once, quickly followed by what could be described as the sensation of being injected with lava into one's veins!

Lars let out a horrible screech as he fell to the ground, landing with a thud on his side. He clawed at his sides for only a few seconds before the intense heat died down immensely, replacing pain with a weird tickly, tingly sensation that encapsulated his entire body. He shivered uncontrollably as he brought his hand up to look at his talons; they felt like they were inflated like balloons but looked fine.

As his vision came back into focus, he saw a large dragoness - smaller than Kloog but still far larger than he - standing over him. Her body was long, thin, and sleek with scales of a light aqua blue and speckles of yellow, black, and green. Her wings were a semi-transparent blue and orange fade, and she had a yellow-green fin running down her back held up by black spines.

She was beautiful, until you got to her open maw, which housed two venom-dripping fangs and a line of needlepoint teeth. She looked like she was hissing at Lars, but his sense of hearing had been temporarily dulled.

Wobbly and tingly, he got to his feet and tried to growl at her, but quickly fell back to his rump; when he landed he felt not a jolt of pain, but an oddly pleasant tingle, as though his tail had fallen asleep, only instead of prickles, it felt like he was being shocked with just the perfectly charged acupuncture needles.

It felt fantastic!

Taking his attention away from the dragoness still hissing and posturing in front of him, he started rubbing at his own skin, clawing his wrists, poking his legs, and rubbing his shoulder on his cheek. Every single touch shot another wave of needlepoint pleasure through the affected area. He fell over to his side, rubbing his cheek on the sand and rocks, purring contentedly as the tiny pinpoints exploded under his scales.

Every inch on his body was hypersensitive and tingly, filled with the heat of a million needles and shock-jolts, so he barely even noticed when a powerful maw picked him up by the tail and swung him around, carrying him away from the cave. The gentle swinging and the cool seafoam-scented air made him feel weirdly cozy, like he was smothered in a blanket of fur.

A minute or two later - or it could have been an hour, his senses were all over the place and inconsistently perceiving the world around him - he fell flat on the ground, belly against sand and tail still up in the air, rump emanating a gentle musk that his lover had left for him. Perhaps he was just delirious, but that musk smelled extra potent now! Eyes half closed, he spun around to try and bury his snout in the source of the musk - his own rump - but fell over against a stump of a leg when he failed.

Still in a daze, he looked up at the dragoness, who was clearly pissed off at him. Before she could scold him or leave, he latched onto her leg and started rubbing his cheek against her thigh muscle.

She tried to lift her leg and step back, but Lars held on tight, an annoying little cling-on that insisted on rubbing and even humping her.

Lars kept rubbing and rubbing, slowly bringing his hand up to the inside of her hip, rubbing on her moist belly scales. There was a great, sudden jerk as she kicked - him still wrapped around her leg - but that movement only move his hand in such a way that his fingers found the wide ventral opening of her cloaca, wet from the water and slimy from her own arousal. While it wasn't clearly, immediately evident, this dragoness was experiencing her estrus, and her lips were plump, moist, and the pink of her cloaca was subtly exposed just enough for wandering fingers to find it.

The moment she felt the clawtips touching her ventral vulva, she stopped in her tracks. She stopped kicking, she stopped trying to hop away, and she stopped everything for her spine to elongate, rigid like a tree. Her lower jaw quivered and her legs spread, squatting down a bit as though she were about to be mounted by a drake.

Lars didn't really know what was going on or what happened, but he loved the way the cold, moist flesh made his own scales feel. No longer a series of hot pins and needles coursing through his skin, it now felt more like a dose of hot tea coursing through is veins, flowing and sloshing about in such a way that everything felt intense, especially the sliding of dragoness pussy smothering him from hand to elbow. From hand to elbow. He was already elbow deep in her, and her muscles were letting him in urging him in deeper!

Not content to just thrust one fist in and out, slowly and passionately, Lars pulled out completely to smear his free arm with the thick gel that she'd secreted, soon able to get both hands inside her. One fist plunged deep, almost to the shoulder as her tail flopped over his shoulder. He twisted gently and pulled out slowly, only to have her arch her back and pull more of him into her, back to the elbow.

He gave her engorged lips a pat, then brought his other hand up to slide in beside the first, spinning his fist and cupped palm in a slow semicircle as he forced it in with a pop.

She let out a screech of delight as all her muscles clenched at once, forcing both his fists out of her cavernous depths. The dragoness fell over onto her side, tail landing on the lizard's shoulder to take him down with her.

He didn't mind this new position between her legs, chest covered in the thick gel from her ravenous opening. Still on his side with his head resting on her tail, he gave her another lick and brought a fist up to punch at her exposed pink, easily plunging forearm into her again, gifting his maw with another spurt of her gel.

Instinctively, or so it seemed, she raised her leg to help him gain access again, the motion actively spreading her lips wide to practically suck on his entombed fist. Her eyes dimmed and a low grumble emanated from her chest, much like Kloog's growl of arousal from before. Her maw was gaped open ever so slightly as her snakelike tongue flopped out.

Lars loved this deep vibration that shook him from nose to tail tip, urging him to roll over onto her tail and nuzzle into her, his tail wrapping around hers as he dug his talons into the sand and pushed with both hands into her, feeling her cold, clammy flesh swallow him up to the elbows.

The scent was strong in his nostrils, urging him to have a taste from a long, loving lick around the gaping rim of her flesh between his forearms. The sensation of her pulsating walls clamping and releasing around him sent a special pleasure through his body, yet his cock remained inside himself. This was a full bodied sexual pleasure, he didn't need his cock exposed to the tingly sensations for it to be hard as a knot and spurting fluids. He could feel it bulging in his sheathe, but no more than the tip poked out.

The dragoness rolled her backside onto her back, upper body still laying prone as the lizard squirmed his fingers and rolled his wrists inside her, forming little lumps in her stretchy, malleable belly flesh. She clearly liked the sensation, because the more he did it, the more of her lubricating gel oozed out onto her tail and the sand, gumming him and her both up, practically attaching them via a stream of slick fluid strands.

But Lars wanted more. As he got more, he wanted more yet, so he nuzzled and pushed and squirmed and rotated his body until her opening slid over his muzzle, partially covering his head and forearms. His eyes, still glazed over in a sort of drug-induced full-bodied orgasm, closed tight as he pushed forth, forcing his head entirely into her. Once her lips sealed around his upper body, leaving his head, arms, and shoulders inside, he squirmed about with a pleasant vigor. His horns rubbed against her flesh inside, pressing tight against her walls as he nuzzled into her flesh, wiggling his fingers, pressing his elbows out, and shuddering in delight every few seconds. Her tight flesh smothered him, lighting up every nerve ending in his upper body to explode with a wave of liquid pleasure, like he was ejaculating from every pore.

He tried to open his maw to yawn in delight, but her passage was far too tight to let him do that; malleable as she was, she wouldn't stretch much more than the firm body parts that were inside her. Eager to feel more, he dug his claws into the sand on either side of her tail and pushed as hard as he could, shifting from side to side and rotating inside her as he plunged, hip deep, into the dragoness' cavernous womb.

Much to his delight, he felt a prodding tail push his to the side and slip into his still-loose plump rump hole, sliding into him as easy as he was sliding into her, at least until one of her spines caught on his cheek and jerked him in deeper.

He could feel the tip of his cock and the end of his sheath rub against the tightly stretched rim of the dragoness' distended hole for only a moment before the tail pushed him in deeper, the pressure and tightness forcefully pulling back his sheathe to expose his cock, one inch at a time into her at the same pace he himself was slipping deeper.

It was too much. His pent-up arousal from before mixed with his hypersensitive skin from the dragoness bite erupted in one body-rocking orgasm that basted him from belly to crotch in his own seed. Specks of it spat out from her lips to splatter on the ground on either side of her tail as she continued to push the writhing lizard deeper into her.

She could literally see her form distending as more of Lars disappeared between her ventral scales into her womb. His horns pressed out against her belly, elbows out against her sides, and even cock against the base of her spine. She was in heaven, but her lubrication reserves were starting to run dry, so she happily pressed her tail as hard as she could against his rump and let out a long, pleasured gasp as the bulge of his hips popped into her, forcing the last hurdle beyond the finish line.

Lars was floating in the confines of flesh and fluid, nuzzling and rubbing every inch of his scaly body against the soft, tender confines of her stretchy passage. Much to his surprise, he didn't have to slip through any tight bottlenecks, the passage just stopped against his outstretched hands, forcing them to curl up on his chest as his legs slid from the warm air of the beach to the cold flesh of the dragoness's pussy.

He still didn't mind. He couldn't breathe properly, yet he still felt relaxed and calm, save the intense pleasure that encapsulated him, the liquid tingling that burned underneath his skin all over, even under his horns!

The last of him disappeared into her and he curled up into a ball, as though he were in an egg. He still tensed his muscles, pressed out against the walls, and rubbed his cock against his own belly and the soft flesh of the womb that smothered him, but the longer he lay inside, the less lucid he became.

She hopped up to her feet and lumbered over back to her cave, belly distended and wiggling about with lizard in it. Content but still leaking fluids and gel, she licked up her mess and dove back to her den, wrapping her now-engored form around the coral.

Lars felt one last burst of energy as the cold water engulfed the snakelike body that he was curled up in, and everything went white...

...if only Kloog had been there to experience this with him.

To be continued?