Father And Son
The first part in a series I am writing about the adventures of an unlucky little dragon.
The young dragon prowled down the corridor of his family home, head held low as he stalked forward toward his parents chambers in hopes of finding some entertainment there. Sarek was just out of his youth. a young black dragon that was a mere few months into his adulthood, but still held onto most of that youthful and energetic state of a hatchling. It had been an interesting week for the young drake, his sister and mother having been gone for nearly a month, left alone with his father who had become increasingly reclusive as the time dragged on. Eventually, the energetic young drake had become restless, and sought after his sire curiously, poking his head around the corner of the corridor to spot the gargantuan red dragon with his back to the entrance to his chambers.
The male was huddled in on himself, rumbling and curling in on himself in a strange way that the young black had never seen his father do before. With a grin, Sarek snuck forward, creeping toward Phyron slowly in an attempt to get up close, able to hear the odd grunts and groans echoing from in front of his father. With a small growl, the black drake leapt forward, playfully landing upon his father's back and giving a few nips at the base of his wings in hopes of sparking his sire to play with him.
In the next moment, those vast red wings unfurled, shoving the youngling from his back and sent Sarek toppling across the floor, yelping as he collided with the hard stone. Phyron began to lift himself up, muscled legs rolling him onto all fours as he rose up and turned his gaze upon his son. Sarek shrunk under his father's glare, able to see that the red drake was not pleased by his interuption. There was something else that caught the young drake's eyes as well, able to see a slight sheen traced around the red dragon's lips, as if they were wet with some sort of fluid. There was a flash of blue as the drake shifted that caught the corner of Sarek's eyes and he glanced down to see a massive blue pole of flesh throbbing from between his father's hinds, something leaking from the very tip and dripping onto the stone.
"You know better than to come in here without permission," Phyron barked at his pup, fangs flashing through his snarl as he stared down at the cowering young dragon.
Sarek whimpered and picked himself onto his feet, bowing his head respectfully to his father as he tried to explain. "I was just starting to get lonely by myself," he whined, tilting his gaze up at his father. "It has been so long since mom and sis left to go visit our friends, and I haven't seen you in days either. I didn't know what else to do."
There was a long low breath that escaped the red male, his chest rising and falling with every huff as he closed his eyes for a moment, and reigned in his anger. His mind was not functioning as it normally would, short on temper and nerves, knowing that his young was simply looking for the affection of his father. However, the red drake had secluded himself, because the lack of his mate had left him in need of company himself, but not the same that Sarek sought.
"I know that the abscence of your mother is difficult, but you need to remember your place and respect my chambers," he stated, eyes opening once more to gaze down at his son. "There are reasons that I have withdrawn to here. One's that you do not yet under.... stand." The red dragon's eyes suddenly widened as he gazed down at the young drake.
Sarek noticed the sudden change in his father's expression, tilting his head curiously as he gazed up at him. "D-Dad?" he asked, curiously, wondering what was wrong.
Phyron's nostrils flared, his mind betraying him as he looked down at the young pup lowering his head to him as one might do to submit to the stronger drake. His son was no longer a pup, however, and the red dragon could smell it, the scent of a hatchling having entered his adulthood, and whether he was family or not, that blue shaft underneath him seemed to suddenly harden and aim between his forelegs with intent. Phyron could feel the pulse of his cock as it reacted to the scent of another male, especially in his current state of mind, no matter whether that drake was his son or not. He snorted, part of his mind fighting the urge of his instincts as he took a step toward his young.
Sarek could feel that something was wrong, his young adult body telling his instincts to turn and run from the gaze of the much larger, much stronger dragon that was staring down at him. Though, he dare not run from the gaze of his father. There was a sudden splattering noise which caused his eyes to flick down in time to see that blue log bob between his father's legs and streak the stone in a milky colored fluid that spewed out the tip.
"D-Dad? Are you al right?" he whined, beginning to worry he had done something to upset the drake.
As the red dragon took another step forward, his demeanor changed completely, the intense stare at which he was glaring at his young turning to a soft smile and a low purr escaped his muzzle. He gently nuzzled at Sarek's cheek, rumbling as he moved forward even more and began to nibble at the younglings neck.
Sarek had never seen his father act this way before, at least never toward him, usually regarding his son with a cool exterior as he taught him to hunt and fight. This sudden change was not unwelcome, however, Sarek gladly arching his neck into those little nibbles and returning the purr that his father was rumbling down at him.
Up and down his son's neck did that red snout travel, taking in his son's scent as he began to lift one of his forepaw's and run it up his neck. Phyron began to grin to himself as those claws neared the younger male's head and he wrapped his talons around one of those horns and he heard his pup yelp as he tugged upon it.
Sarek writhed in that grip as his father suddenly yanked upon his horn, yelping and mewling up at him. "D-Dad? What are you doing?" he squeaked, trying to pull out of that grip.
Phyron tightened his hold on that horn as the smaller male began to struggle, clucking at him in a calming manner as he raised himseld up and admired the sight of his paw gripping that young head firmly. "Shush now, young drake," he purred, the way he referred to his son making the black tilt his gaze at him frightenedly. "Time for you to learn to tend to the needs of your father."
Sarek whimpered, reaching up a paw and scraping it against his father's in a desperate attempt to remove him. "I-I didn't mean to intrude. If you want m-me to hunt for you I will." Another yelp escaped his maw as his head was pushed down abruptly and his paws skidded forward underneath him.
There was a low, amused rumble that echoed from the red's chest as Sarek slid forward and he walked forward on his hinds. "No, no, son." he crooned at the scrabbling black dragon underneath him, "You need not worry about your breakfast, for I have more than enough to give." As the sentence came to an end, the tip of the pulsing blue shaft beneath him swung forward to slip up under his son's chin.
Sarek's eyes went wide as he was forced to rest his head upon the thick girth beneath him, able to feel his father's pulse reverberate through his lower jaw as that length swelled and something slimy and warm suddenly coated the bottom of his neck and ran down his chest. The smell from under the red belly was almost unbearable, the scent practically burning the inside of his young nose and making him whine.
Phyron visibly shuddered from the contact to his shaft, hinds bucking forward to grind against that pre slicked throat before he recovered and pulled his hips back. "Open up, pup." he stated flatly, the end of his shaft now haging down in front of the young drake's muzzle and once more pulsing to lance out his pre right along the left side of the black male's face.
That rope of pre caused Sarek to flinch, able to feel the sticky fluid seep into his scale's and that smell only grew stronger with that pole now throbbing down in front of his muzzle, bumping off his nose. "P-Please, father..." he pleaded, his young mind not completely understanding what the gesture of his father's cock waiting to slip into his maw meant, but his instincts knew that he should fight it.
Phyron growled lowly at the disobiedent pup, a sound that Sarek had heard enough times in his life to know that his father had no patience for his resistance. "You won't make me ask again, pup." The red could feel his shaft harden almost painfully as it throbbed in anticipation of pushing between those lips only a mere few inches in front of it. If not for the fact that this was his own son, and he was still young and much smaller than him, Phyron would have already taken his prize.
Sarek knew better than to disobey his father for long, having recieved a few too many lashings of that tail across his hinds to know when not to question Phyron's command. Whimperingly, his maw began to open in front of that shaft, and his frightened ragged breaths were washing out over the tip.
Phyron nearly grinned as he felt those warm bursts of air waft over his sensitive flesh, tickling the nerves of his tip and making him sigh happily. Though the drake was his own flesh and blood, he had no qualms about asserting his dominance over the newly adult drake by letting his cock give that next heavy rope of pre straight into his open maw, lancing from the head of his cock to splatter over his pup's tongue.
Sarek gagged as his mouth was filled with his own father's pre, the slime clinging to his palate as he scraped it against the roof of his mouth in a desperate attempt to rid himself of the strong musky flavor. However, Phyron gave a tug on his horn and lined his muzzle back up with his cock to wait for him to open his snout once more. This time, Sarek was even more afraid to open his mouth, not wanting another helping of that thick fluid, but refusing would only invoke the larger male's anger. Trembling lips parted, closing his eyes as he waited for his father to pour more of that gunk into his muzzle.
That large red drake had another surprise in store for the young dragon, however, waiting for that maw to open wide before he let his hips drop forward and the fat head of his cock wedged right into his son's open maw. He groaned, finding his tip shrouded in the wet, warm interior of that young drake's muzzle. Already he could feel that young inexperienced tongue writhing about underneath his cock in and attempt to push him back out, but Phyron's firm hold on that horn made sure that the drake wasn't going anywhere.
Sarek's eyes were open wide as his father pushed his cock into his mouth, further filling his virgin muzzle with that male musk and making him practically choke upon it as Phyron left his cock resting down on his tongue. He whimpered and shook his head to try and free his muzzle from that length, but the red drake held him down firmly over the tip of that spear. Sarek could only let out a muffled squeal as that cock began to sink deeper into his snout as his father pressed down on the back of his head.
Those lips dragging against his flesh as he shoved his son down onto his prick was enough to make the large dragon shudder, the need to feel more of his lengh wrapped in that saliva coated muzzle enough that he cared little about who it was he was forcing onto his member. More and more of his heavy pre was leaking from his tip, a particularly hard throb now and again spewing out a thick strand of that slime to flood the black dragon's maw and glob from the corner's of his muzzle to run down his neck and chest.
Sarek was having a hard time breathing, mouth stretched wide around the girth sinking into him as rivers of pre poured into the back of his throat where he would cough and choke it down, feeling that slime roll down his gullet to pool heavily in his gut. There wasn't much room for that cock to fill, however, his compareably small muzzle taking as much of that pulsing blue spire till his father was prodding at the back of his throat, and he was gagging each time that head grazed over his tonsils.
Phyron was a little disappointed as he felt the fat tip of his cock wedge into the soft flesh at the back of his pup's maw, meaning that there was no more room for him to stuff that shaft deeper, and he was not even half way into that snout. He started to saw his cock in and out of those lips, groaning as his flesh ground across the black dragon's palate, but the pleasurable tingles running through his girth was not nearly enough for the large drake.
Sarek was whimpering beneath his father, able to feel every pulse and throb of that spire pushing through his muzzle and down to the back of his mouth, gagging him as the over eager red male pressed his tip hard into those tonsils before backing off once more.
Phyron glanced under his belly to gaze back at his son with his maw wrapped around his cock at it's deepest point, eyes beginning to move down his neck as he rumbled deep in his chest. Sarek turned his eyes toward his father, half lidded as he held the larger male's gaze. After several long thoughtful moments, Phyron's hinds began to drop forward once more and the small black dragon's eyes shot open wide in a desperate squeal as his father watched a thick lump begin to form right beneath his lower jaw.
Sarek writhed beneath his father, as that tip began to sink into his throat, he choked for air, yanking his head back to try and unwedge his mouth. However, that red drake only shoved him deeper, paw pressing down on his head as the thick inches of his member began to squeeze down into that gullet and his son's head sank down deeper between his shuddering thighs. All the way down, that young pup was whimpering and struggling beneath him, only fueling the large drake onward as he pressed harder onto the back of his son's head.
Soon, the dragon had his son down to his knot, hissing the fat orb as that shaft throbbed nearly halfway down his long neck. The black dragon's neck was distended almost impossibly to take that girth, but Phyron finally felt his urges begin to ease as he rocked his hips and pump down into that incredibly tight tunnel. The flesh wrapped around his steely length drug across the wet interior of that gullet, as he began to thrust, forcing his son to kiss and bounce his nose off of that orb as he rutted his maw.
Sarek's eyes began to roll back in his head as his throat was mercilessly abused by that prick, drool running down his neck with a mix of pre as it poured from his lips, displaced by that heavy log pushing down his throat. His lungs were burning for air, whimpering at his father to stop.
Phyron was too close to his climax to even consider the idea, however, his body trembling as his heavy sack pulled up tight to his thighs and that knot pressed harder at those lips. Harder and harder he pounded down that gullet, huffing out his nostrils as he used his own son's muzzle to push himself right over the brink of his climax and with one final shove, he felt that maw stretch wide to swallow up his knot.
Sarek let out a pained yelp as his muzzle was locked nose first into his father's groin, the swelling of that orb pushing open his jaws and tying him there made his jaw ache. He was dully aware of a thick, warm, fluid flooding his neck, pushing down his gullet from the sheer force that it lanced from the head of his father's cock buried within his neck. Eventually, his vision started to fade and all he was aware of was the warmth that was pooling down in his gut.
Phyron reveled in every moment of his climax, each thick wad of his spunk rolling along that thick vein under his cock one lump at a time and pouring into his son's stomach. The minutes passed in a blur as each succesive wave of his seed rushing forth from his heavy balls was pure bliss to the pent up male. As he came down from his high, he became aware that his son's struggling had ceased and as he released that horn, the pup hung limply from his prick. He glanced down at the black dragon, noticing that his son now hung from his shaft completely unconcious from the deprivation of air. That dull grey belly was swollen as if he were several months pregnant, sloshing from the sheer volume of dragon cum rolling within it.
The red drake worried not for the safety of his young, however, dragons bodies meant to swallow large prey, and although the black drake could not get enough oxygen to wake himself, the slow suckling of his throat along his prick told Phyron that the youngling was still drawing breath enough to keep him alive.
He chuckled to himself, glad to wait out his knot until he could remove the pup and let him breath once more. In fact, if he felt up to it, he might eek out one more orgasm before he released the small black dragon completely. After all, he would need to make sure his pup was well fed.