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It was time for the annual games of skill and daring in the Northern Reaches. These were not human games, but those of the Winged Folk. They were those who took to the sky; those whose wings rode the air; those whose tails touched the clouds. To the ground walkers they were known as dragons.

On one high tor sat two of the folk. One was blue gray and the other was emerald green. Together they made an unlikely couple. He was sullen and withdrawn, and the other bubbly and high spirited. That latter one was Solskin, daughter of Svartur Hali, who in turn was the brother to Tunglsljosi, father of her companion here on the mountain top. His name was Stilkur.

She was excited to see her first games. Stilkur was indifferent. He used to be in them. He used to be the champion. Now all he could do was watch. It was hardly fair. He was barely tolerating his present job of being the escort for his cousin. She was young, chatty, noisy, and too full of enthusiasm. All were things that might be good with dragons her own age, but he longed for silence and the company of his peers. Of course, most of them were in the games, where he should be. He hunkered down and tried to drown out her chatter.

It didn't stop. He finally sighed, blowing out a few feet of flame. "Cousin, will you please shut up?! It's bad enough that I'm stuck here instead of being in the games. I certainly don't want to be here listening to you run off at the mouth!"

She put on a hurt face. "It's not my fault your injury took you out of the games three years ago. And I'm only trying to be sociable. The least you can do is to be nice!"

She was right, but he didn't care. There were a hundred things he'd rather be doing. There were a few females that were presently interested in him that he could be cavorting with. He even had a few male friends he could be hanging with, if you catch my meaning. He could be watching the games with them instead of being here with his cousin. He probably could still do it, but dragging along the little pain would be embarrassing.

So he sat and watched the competitors dashing through the valley below and ground his teeth in anger. There was a time when he would have been watching them from the front of the race. All they would have seen was his tail vanishing into the mists. Oh how the mighty had fallen!

Solskin was waiting for him to reply. She knew him well enough to know it could take a while. "How did you ruin your wing anyway? I've heard several versions of the story, but never once from your mouth."

He spread his wings to both show her and to collect the warmth of the morning sun. His dark gray leathery membranes extended from his shoulder to his wingtips. On one however, there was a healed gash that was ugly and black. It spider webbed out from one of his joints down across it to dissipate at the trailing edge of his wing like the many tributaries of a river delta.

"It was back when we were raiding the human villages. Human's were easy pickings; them, their animals, their women. No one can stand up to us, but humans seem to have enough brains in their head to try. Do you recall the story of the death of Sjoketils? The humans made a machine to fire a giant spear. He was unlucky enough to not see it coming. No dragon has made that mistake since."

"But what happened to YOU!" She was impatient and persistent.

"I'm coming to that. The humans finally found a way to hold us at bay. They hired a sorcerer from some land far to the south. We had never encountered such a thing before. It is hard to fight something you cannot see, like magic. Magic will not burn in our fire. Magic will not be destroyed in our teeth. It can penetrate our scales more readily than a spear. Most of the stories you've heard are true. Several of the clan lost an eye, or an ear, and one lost half of his tail trying to take down this new threat. No one could manage to do it."

"But you did?"

"Yes, I did. I made it my job to take him out, even if it cost me my life. I was already the Hero of the Games. Six years in a row I won all the components of the games. If I took out this sorcerer, I would be the ultimate hero. If I died they would sing tales to the winds until the end of time. But I lived."

"You make that sound like a bad thing."

"I don't suppose you'd understand. I fortified myself with thoughts of glory and death. I never expected to live. A dragon cannot take his own life unless it is for the greater good. Now I cannot take my life ever, no matter how disgusting I find my existence. I must live each day out the best I can. Therefore I must find distraction to keep me happy. If I stop and think, then I feel sad and depressed. I don't like feeling sad and depressed. Therefore, I don't normally talk about it."

"I'm sorry, really I am. But what happened during the battle with the sorcerer?"

"I don't know. There is much speculation as to what caused the outcome. I was hit with a spell that broke my wing. I careened out of control, but I still forced my body to bear down on the puny little man. He saw me coming and apparently spoke a spell of preservation. The problem was, I hit him just as he was speaking it. It seemed to flow into me rather than into him. I splattered his body under mine. My head crashed into the cliff and I was out for who knows how long. When I awoke, I was healed. The scar remains to remind me of the cost of my triumph."

"And you've never been able to compete since? That's terrible! I'm probably faster then you now!"

He sighed. She was so young and stupid. It didn't matter about the race. There wasn't a dragon out there that could beat any of his times. His records would stand the test of time. He was essentially a ghost; a draugur, a mere shell of himself. He couldn't compete anymore because on the day he fought, he gave up his old life. That, and there were other reasons. But competing was out. The council declared it so.

"No one is faster than me cousin. "

She smiled in an irritatingly condescending manner. "Maybe before your accident. But with your wing ruined you can't race anymore. Still, you're a hero to us all."

That was part of the thing he hated. Everyone treated him like a cripple. His cousin was young, stupid and naive, so he could allow for it. Because he wasn't allowed to race anymore, everyone considered me a has-been. "Look my dear little emerald jewel; I can beat you in a race with my eyes shut."

She giggled, spitting out smoke. "With that wing? I doubt very much you'd make it to Jarnfjall before me."

Jarnfjall was a mountain some twenty miles from where we were. For them it was a quick sprint unless the headwinds were blowing down from the north. Then it was a little longer. Today, the winds were particularly strong.

"I can still beat the best of them. I have no need to win a race to know that."

She was getting her hopes up. "I'll bet you I can beat you!"

"This isn't funny Solskin. You know the rules about betting. If I take you up on it, we are committed to finish the challenge. Then the winner takes what they want from the loser."

"Yes, I know the rules. I don' think either of us has anything to lose, except maybe you and your pride!"

She was beginning to piss him off. "Alright little one, have it your way. We'll have a race and see who makes it to Jarnfjall first. If you win, I'll tell the whole gathering of dragons that you beat me fair and square. Then you'll have my most valuable possession; my reputation. If I win, I get to take from you whatever I want."

She thought on it, and since she really didn't own much, he could have whatever he wanted. "It's a deal. If I win, I get to be the champion. If I lose, you can have whatever you want of mine."

"Fine! The race will be simple. The first one to get to the top of the mountain wins. There will be no tricks; nothing but flying. I will even give you a head start."

"I don't want a head start. With your wing like that, it would be an unnecessary handicap...unless you're just going to let me win. That would be dishonest!"

"I am offering you a chance to go first. I'll give you time to get started before chasing after you. It's hardly dishonest if I'm the one allowing it. You've never flown in the races, so you don't have the necessary experience to properly understand what they entail. I am mitigating your ignorance by allowing you some leeway. I would suggest you take it."

"OK, fine, whatever. I can beat you there without your help, but if you want to be beaten even harder, who am I to argue?" Her tail was whipping back and forth in agitation. Part of her was beginning to think she had opened her mouth a little too wide. Her cousin was very sure of himself. But if he could fly well, why wasn't he in the games, she wondered to herself?"

He sat back on his haunches. "You may go whenever you're ready. I'll count to one hundred before I head off. Does that sound alright with you?"

"Yes I suppose so." She launched off the tor and into the air, flapping strongly against the wind. She could her him counting.

As she got out of ear shot, he went to counting mentally. He reached a hundred and kept going. She might as well not realize her mistake right away. At one hundred and fifty he launched into the air to follow her. His wing beats were strong despite the appearance of his damaged membrane. The ugly dark scar was more of a trophy than a hindrance, and it had only little to do with his lack of participation in the games.

He pumped more strongly, finding his rhythm. He would catch up with her soon enough. There was no point in overdoing it just yet. Let her think she had won and then show her the error of her ways. He could dimly see her outline ahead as she raced in and out of the clouds. She was pretty good. Pretty good could get you killed in a battle, and pretty good was never good enough.

He concentrated and put an extra burst of energy into his speed. It ramped up quickly. He flew higher, well above her position and kicked it in again. The sonic boom he caused nearly knocked her from the sky. By the time she recovered and tried to pinpoint to source of the disturbance, he was out of sight. She never even saw the cause of the disturbance.

When she arrived at the mountain peak, he was there, picking his teeth with a sharp shard of rock. She was panting breathlessly. He was not. "You cheated!"

"Yes; and no. You assumed I was out of the races because I was crippled. That was never the case. I was disqualified because of what happened with that sorcerer. Whatever his spell was meant to do, it did to me instead. His staff tore into my wing, but I tore into him. The gash healed, albeit in an ugly way. Ever since then I can do things no normal dragon can. I can reach speeds no other dragons can match. So yes, you can call it cheating. I didn't ask for it. A little part of me died that day. I became a hero, but at what cost?"

"I...I didn't know."

"Of course not. Can you imagine how many other dragon folk would go looking for a sorcerer just to try and duplicate the mishap? Can you imagine the chaos that would cause? It's why I don't race anymore. I could fly so fast I would come up on the other dragon's tails before it was over. Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be to be overtaken by a whole lap?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it's none of your business! The elders said I had to keep it quiet, so I have. That doesn't keep me from flying, only not flying well when folks can see me. There are times when I will fly across the treetops at night just to spook the humans. All they get to see and hear is the wake of my passing. I can fly so fast that the water parts below me when I cross the sea. I can turn clouds inside out. But I wish I didn't have the power. It's no fun not being able to be yourself. I hate not being like everyone else."

"I see. I guess I can understand that. Shall we fly back now?"

"Fly back? Why?"

"Well, you won. I'll have to show you what I have that you can take."

He got an evil grin. "Cousin, there is nothing you have that I want save one thing, and we certainly don't need to fly home for me to have it."

She eyes narrowed. "What's that?"

He stood on his hind legs, sporting a scarlet erection the size of a tree branch. "Your first time, or as the humans call it, your virginity."

She blanched. Her scales went from emerald green to lime green and finally to sage. She felt sick. "But I can't let you take that!"

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice dearest cousin. Our bet said anything. You agreed to what I offered, and you didn't specify on your part. Therefore I have the right to choose. And I choose your first time!"

"Father will be most angry with me and you, if I consent."

"Uncle will not need to find out, now will he?"

She was trembling now. She had never considered that something like this would be part of the deal. A lady dragon had no telltale signs of virginity. It was a matter of propriety that they saved themselves for their future mates. This wasn't steadfast, as many of the lesser dragons mated freely within their ranks. Her cousin was known to engage with these females, much to the dismay of the elders. There was no law against it, it was just considered beneath the hierarchy to engage so freely.

"I don't think I'm ready!"

"I doubt you are. That's what makes it interesting. Way out here, no one will hear your cries. And to be honest, a nice tight hole will be welcome after all of the post-breeding females I've been stuck with. Once you ladies pass a batch of eggs, the whole tunnel is shot. "

"You've been having affairs with someone else's females?"

"I've had affairs with nearly every female within a week's flying from here. I can do it in a day, so no one ever suspects it's me. Some of them are good and faithful mates, but no one can match me for strength and stamina. And to think I owe it all to a human. I suppose there is one good thing that came from our battle!"

She started to back towards the cliff. He pounced. "Oh no! You're not going to back out on this. Unless of course you'd like me to take this up with your and my fathers? Then you'll not only get fucked, you'll be in trouble for betting and then trying to back out."

"You wouldn't!"

"I sure as hell would! I've got better things to do than deal with your ignorance. I beat you a race that you wanted, not me, and now it's time to pay up. Don't make me take it from you or it'll be far worse!" There was a touch of menace in his voice.

"But I can't!"

"Maybe, but I can!" He grabbed her and held her down. "Are we going to do this the easy way or the fun way?"

She squirmed a bit, but his grip was beyond breakable. She lashed at him with her tail, but it bounced harmlessly off his scales. He gave her a head butt that knocked her silly. "Figure it out cousin. This is going to happen whether you fight me or not. I'd suggest you get used to the idea." He pressed his advantage while she was recovering her wits.

A dragon cock was narrow at the tip, making it the perfect tool for prying open tight places. A dragoness had a slit that was normally wedged closed. In the older females it was easily spread, but in a young dragon like this one, it was as tight as the crack between two rocks. To help, he took his feet and applied them to either side and pried. She let out a yelp as the tip of his cock forced its way into her body. He grunted and shoved harder.

She finally got over her surprise and got angry. "This wasn't part of the bargain!"

"Sure it was. I had free reign to take whatever I wanted. Just because you were too naïve to consider your words in making the bet isn't my fault!"

"But what of my future mate?"

"What of him? You'll be this tight for him, I promise. It's only after you lay you first clutch do you get all stretched out and are no fun anymore. Trust me; if he has any of the experience I have, he'll appreciate you as you are now over how you'll be in a few years."

She tried to wiggle loose, but she might as well have been in chains. "But I don't..."

"Get the idea that I don't care right now. I'm collecting on your bet. Besides, the more you struggle, the more I enjoy it. You might enjoy it too if you give it half a chance!"

It didn't matter if she was going to enjoy it or not. There was no word for rape in the dragon language. Each and every dragon was considered to be powerful enough to enforce their own rules. Stilkur was the exception. He could do as he pleased to almost anyone. He was as sharp as his name (which meant Steel) and as wily as the eldest sage. Luckily for dragon-kind he hated his power, except at those times when it worked to his benefit. Many humans believed that dragons loved gold and power. Some did. Not he. However, went it came to sampling the joys of the flesh, he had no equal.

"You know little cousin," he said as he pushed in deeper, "the last time I had my cock in something this tight it was a cow that belonged to some humans down by the river basin. Believe it or not I fucked the poor thing until she was tender enough to eat. Luckily for you, I'm not hungry today."

"You're sick Stilkur!"

"I'm not sick little cousin, I'm bored out of my skull. Do you realize that I can't die? Trust me I've tried. I've fallen from three miles in the sky, I've flown into mountain sides, and I've tried to drown myself. Do you have any idea how depressing it is to know that no matter what you do, you can't be killed? There is no thrill to life anymore. So I'm stuck find amusement where I can. Today, thanks to your stupidity, you're my fun."

She continued to thrash around, but her movements were moot. "I hate you!"

"Now don't go saying that! You're just not used to having things go differently than how uncle makes them happen. You're a spoiled brat and I'm showing you that you can't always get things to go your way. So either you shut up and enjoy it, or I'll make sure you'll never want another dragon screwing you ever again!"

"Don't you dare!"

By this time he had sunk his cock in the full length. He wasn't really listening to her anymore. He concentrated on something else besides her voice, something she was about to discover about males. You see, some dragons were a bit like the wolves and the dogs. They had a knot, only not a knot. Some, not all, had at the base of their cock small bumps. When a dragon cock so equipped was fully into a female, the base became engorged with blood, raising the bumps as a sort of stopper. The male could still slide within this area, but t was kept from sliding out, either willingly or forcefully.

He was going for forcefully today. The area filled with blood until it was bloated.

He pulled back until the stopper was threatening to pull her inside out. Then all at once he shoved it back in. She yelped, more from the startling realization that she was now getting fucked by her cousin than from pain or discomfort. He rammed it in hard, driving the tip deep into her. He could feel a hard wall confront him. It was rare that he had ever come up so tightly against the womb of another dragon. Cows were a different story. Mammals didn't count. And he had partially lied to her; he had screwed plenty of cattle, not just one. He had a big appetite after all! Sometimes it was just easier to eat your sex toy rather than deal with future expectations from it.

He smiled inwardly when he noticed her colors coming back. Soon the vibrant emerald was swirling with shades of yellow and red. Whether she admitted it or not, her body was excited and receptive. It hardly mattered if her mind was. He knew how dragons worked. Given enough time and enticements, she would come around. He had the time and the enticements.

Few are aware of the intricacies that can surround dragon mating. This is not what this particular occasion was about. Mating involved hormones and changes in the physiology of the participants. For example, the male does this motion, and the female responds in this way, and so on. That is how the female becomes receptive to fertilize her eggs. Here and now there were no eggs to fertilize. This was all about pleasure. Still, he could pull off what few other males could do. He could activate his mating cycle. That meant his cock would change to a different configuration. It was this specific shape that spurred on the female to release her immature eggs. It could do wonders in a non-breeding female as well.

Oh the things that silly sorcerer had done to him. Was it any wonder he felt like a reject? Well, reject might be too harsh, but a freak of nature is what he was now. Still, the females loved him for his abilities. It was a good thing that they could keep a secret, otherwise he would be in trouble until the end of time. But then, what were they going to do to him?

His cousin was beginning to find out about the nature of males. Once she was over his forced intimacy, the feelings he could generate were quickly taking their toll. Her wings fell back against the stones and her limbs went limp. She was no longer protesting. That was good, because she was going to be in for a long ride. Once he began, it was more a matter of when his body felt he was done. One time the tryst had lasted three days. It was rarely shorter than a day.

The head of his cock, originally pointed like a sharpened stick, now engorged and inflated until it was shaped like a mace. Inside a dense and tight passage such as he was presently in meant she felt it the moment it started to change. She gasped and then swiftly exhaled, spitting fire and smoke in her surprise. Dragons were proof against their own fire, so it hardly fazed hm.

He worked his cock in deep. When he pulled back, he found that he was now fairly stuck in two places; at his base and at his head. He pulled back harder, feeling the enlarged head scraping along her sides. She yowled and clawed at his arms. She wasn't in pain. It was simply that her nerve endings, heretofore untouched, where now suddenly in overload. He was doing things an adult dragoness couldn't always handle.

Her autonomic response; the limpness, was a hereditary trait that kept the dragoness from suffering harm during mating. Male dragons tended to get a little crazy during the process. Solskin was too young for the effect to trigger completely. It made the process all the more fun. A little struggling was like what he had with cows. Then again, with them, the sheer terror of his presence made them tremble and struggle in a most wonderful way. It was almost a shame to eat them.

She, however, was stuck until this was over. He thrust his cock inside her, ramming the expanded head as far in as he could. He could feel it rubbing her cunt walls; a large knobbed ball on the end of a long, thick stick. He ground it in slowly, allowing her to acclimate to having a full grown, adult dragon cock inside her. She arched her back up into his movements. She was no longer thinking about complaining. In fact, she was no longer thinking at all.

He pulled back hard, forcibly even, pulling tightly until his head was almost back to the plug. He formed a vacuum inside her, which he rapidly filled with a plunge back down that would have ripped open any other being on the planet. Dragons were tough. Her tissues spread like harden leather, but they spread nonetheless. She squealed at his abruptness, her head flopping around and her back feet kicking weakly. He ground it in harder, forcing his plug in deeper. Since it flared at its base, her opening was soon so filled with his cock that the pressure of it nearly cut off his flow of blood.

That's when he cut loose. With an unrestrained roar and a belch of flame, he drove it in and out with the ferocity no other dragon could hope to master. It was partially fueled by magic, and largely so by rage. He liked sex, but for him it was often a method of topping off his anger. He pounded away until it became nothing more than an animal instinct. He soon forgot it was his cousin and simply focused on the tightness surrounding his cock. It was the tightest dragon cunt he had ever had. It wasn't something he was likely ever going to forget, and even worse, ever encounter again. True, there were a lot of young dragonesses out in the world, but even he might not be forgiven for tapping them all.

It was an hour before the first of his loads came boiling forth like lava. In a dragon, this was nearly an apt description, for a dragon's blood was far hotter than any other being's. It filled the vacuum he had created with a dose of white hot sperm. Since there was little room for it, it bubbled out the sides as a mass of white froth. It coated her scales and dripped to the rocks below.

Now, she was inexperienced; she wasn't stupid however, and so she figured that he was done. Funny thing was, she found it disappointing. She had gone from terrified to ecstatic within the first ten minutes. Little did she know the ways of mating. It was something her own mother had yet to teach her. A male might blow up to a dozen loads before he was done. Stilkur might have that much left in him. Then again, he might have more. She wouldn't know until they were done.

He relaxed, falling down on top of her body. He propped himself up on his arms and spoke to her. "Well my little green beauty; how did you like your first time?"

"I should be furious with you right now! However, I have discovered what fun this is. I can see why you'd be popular with all the ladies. You're not done are you?"

"You should be so lucky! I'll be moving again soon enough. Once I get started, I don't finish until my erection subsides. I mean, sure, I could lay here locked together with you for days on end, but what fun would that be?"

Her tongue came out and licked his face. "Absolutely none whatsoever!" The she did a double take. "Days?!"

"I'm glad you agree. I'd rather have you enjoying it than not, but when it boils right down to it, I don't really care. And yes...days."

Her tail came up and smacked him. "You are such a jerk!"

"Maybe I am. Why should I change?"

"Because you'll never get a permanent mate if you keep acting like this."

"Who says I want one? I can have my pick of any female I can find. Who knows, I just might have dragonet's all over the place and no one would even know they were mine!"

"You idiot! A dragonet is a type of fish. You might have hatchlings all over...unless you've been screwing the water breathers as well as the mammals! I wouldn't put it past you!"

He used his own tail to smack her back. "Don't correct me! If small things can have diminutive endings, so can our babies."

She wiggled underneath him. "Well, your ending is far from diminutive. Care to stretch out my insides some more?"

"I don't mind if I do!"

The fact was, her tightness was constricting him so much his blood flow was nearly halted on its way out. Therefore, blood was pumping in, but it couldn't reach the rest of his body. His skin was getting tighter than ever. He found that pumping his cock back and forth allowed some flow, decreasing the pressure but only so long as he was moving. He thanked his lucky stars that he was a bit of a masochist and went to work, grinding away on her with extreme prejudice.

She was soon clawing the air and spitting smoke. Her tail was lashing back and forth like an angry feline's. Her scales were getting marred on the rocks as they scraped across them, throwing up showers of sparks. His claws dug into the rock, tearing the old weathered granite into gravel. He let loose a roar that echoed into the valley below, frightening the humans and their animals. He pounded away without restraint. The scales on her belly lifted in time to his thrusts, receding with each withdrawal. He was so fast that it looked like her belly had its own set of lungs, working like a below, just like her real ones.

Two hours and a little trickle of hot dragon blood later, he came, this time bigger than before. His sperm erupted past his plug, spraying outwardly to coat her tail in pinkish white foam. She was consumed by an orgasm that nearly strangled his cock from its sheer strength. She soon became aware of the one part of a dragon that wasn't essentially invulnerable. She put that information away for future use. It was always good to have an edge.

As it turned out, two was going to be his limit this time around. She could feel the plug loosen, allowing the pressure inside her to rush out in a flood. The head of his cock lost size and he soon was withdrawn from inside her.

"Hey cousin, are you done already?"

He snorted. "It appears so. I guess I've been wasting my time blowing elsewhere, and not where I should have been looking. You're one hell of a fuck Solskin!"

"And you too cousin! I was expecting to be torn up and bloody when you started. I thought you said something about ruining me?"

It was almost a taunt. "Well, until you try some other male, you won't know if I ruined you or not." She didn't understand what he meant until she connected with another male dragon. It was about three weeks later. When she was done with him, she looked up her cousin.

"You bastard!"

"What?"

"You knew no other dragon could do what you do! Do you have any idea how long I waited for the feelings to come over me that you caused? Do you?"

"Probably forever. I told you I'd ruin you! You'll never find another like me!"

"Yes, I think you're right. So get over here and show me some more of that fantastic cock!"

He sighed. Smoke roiled from between his lips. It was going to be hard keeping up his rounds, if he knew anything about females. The older ones stayed satisfied for longer periods of time than the younger ones did. Solskin was about as young as you could get and still come through the motions of reproduction without being split wide open. There was an old dragon saying, "What doesn't kill you made you stronger." She was now stronger. If he survived her, he too would be stronger. He certainly didn't need to extra boost. He was pretty positive the elders would disapprove of him gaining any more advantage over the rest of the clan. But then, who cared? There wasn't a thing they could do about it!