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Endrythel is a looming concern for the group. After they spend a fair amount of time cuddling, licking, and teasing each other, the four heroes decide the best outcome is to seek help from the outside. For that purpose, Makaidos is sent to negotiate with the Arena Champion, a mysterious drake with bizarre tastes and customs.

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The group didn't formally greet before they reached their home. Once they found themselves sheltered within familiar walls, the two sisters leaped upon the unprepared males, smothering them with sticky affection. They retreated to the far end of the cave and huddled into an amalgamation of limbs and wings.

Rayik stood on top because he was the smallest and the lightest. Sira was pressed against the wall. It was a tight position that bred stiff wings and itching limbs, but she didn't mind as long as her tongue could reach anything she desired. Makaidos was squeezed right in the middle. With a gryphon on top, a female on the side and another underneath him, he had as much room to maneuver as his cock. Even now, it poked its head out, tempted by the warm flesh kneading from underneath. Sira's snatch was right below him, begging to be taken. She didn't mind being pierced as long as the seed remained inside his balls. Although the condition was a generous one, Makaidos didn't actively push himself inside her. Abstaining from releasing was worse than full blown arousal, so he was just happy to cuddle his companions and delight in their warmth and affection.

None talked about Endrythel, nor about what happened before the incident with the arena. It was a silent, unspoken agreement shared between all parties. After all the pain and suffering, each flier deserved a moment of relief, dragon or not.

"I could remain here all day. Ignore everything aside from our male's obvious desire."

Vira growled at her sister's unexpected reveal. "Is he inside you?"

"Almost. You are afraid of piercing deeper, aren't you? My soft, considerate male."

Makaidos licked along one of Sira's horns. It was indeed hard to express himself with such a heated shelter tempting his cock. "I just don't want to burden you with my hatchlings."

"Why?" the dragoness insisted. "Would it be such a terrible thing to sire a clutch?"

Makaidos didn't need to think on that one. "They would be slaves to the Spire, Sira. I don't want any more of us to be oppressed by Are'lan's rule."

"Don't talk about escaping, dragon. I wanted to live free ever since we fled from the avians, but you always had to disagree with me. It is unfit to change your opinion now," Rayik intervened.

Makaidos turned his head around to face him. "Because the timing was improper. The scouts we killed would have been one of the many mistakes we could have made if we became outcasts."

"Perhaps that is the right choice. Living here is no longer an option, with Endrythel in charge," Sira said.

Vira growled a heartfelt agreement. "My sister is right. The arena used to mean something before that black beast took control and turned it into a feast for blood."

"Am I hearing this right?" Rayik said, darting his head between the two females. "You two enjoyed being prisoners? Living in empty caves, sleeping on bare stone, eating only what the SkyTalons fed you?"

"Why not?" Sira licked under her sister's jaw. "We were happy here, weren't we?"

Vira agreed with a smothered growl. Her tongue slid smoothly along her sister's neck, and her eyes closed as she rumbled happily.

"Love and appreciation were not unknown to us when we stepped inside the arena. With a single word, we could have any male we desired."

Sira hissed. "Testing them was exciting. Do you know how many spilled before they even touched us? I met a young male last year, who didn't even know what seed was. The poor youth soiled himself after his first lick. I barely touched him, and he started pumping and spitting out his essence right onto my head!"

Rayik clacked his beak. "Yes, we are all thrilled to hear your life story, Vira. Now can we act like normal gryphons for once and find an actual way to escape this prison?"

All dragons bowed their heads in agreement. Sira was the first to speak.

"SkyTalons patrol the sky day and night. We can defeat a patrol, but others will catch wind of our deeds as soon as we escape."

Makaidos agreed with a curt growl. "Fighting them is folly. They will keep sending patrols at us until we drop dead from exhaustion."

"Then we should stop bothering with dragons. Fly to my race, for once. My aviary can provide safe haven for a couple of days. I have friends that are more than willing to clash talons with the Spire."

Makaidos shook his head. "The rogue knows about your aviary, Rayik. If he made a move-"

"Only because you told him!" the gryphon accused with a soft shriek.

"I was reckless, and stupid, and hurt. You would have done the same in my position."

"Maybe," Rayik said. "No certain way of knowing."

"Past is past. We cannot improve our situation by debating useless topics," Sira said. "Now, is there any way to seek aid from within, like you did with the former Grandmaster?"

Makaidos blinked twice, lost in his thoughts. "Stavoros was one of a kind. Only fortune can be blamed for his presence here. He can fly anywhere at any given time. I doubt he lingered around after Endrythel assumed control."

"We have to rely upon ourselves then," Vira said. "Four against how many?"

"Hundreds. Maybe thousands," Rayik said. "I don't see a way out of these bonds, dragons."

Silence rolled over the whole group. Rayik's words fell heavy upon their minds. Makaidos went over his life twice. He made contacts during his time spent as a warrior and ambassador, but they were all spread as wide as the whole world.

"What about help from within?" Sira suddenly growled, attracting every pair of eyes. "The other fighters can assist us."

"Or betray us if they even catch wind of our plan," Vira snarled.

"Not if we appease the champion," Sira licked her snout. "He is a dragon of many desires, and rumors abound."

"Some say he prefers males. Others reveal slightly darker intentions."

"Such as?"

"What happened to us last time we stepped into the arena," Vira's head disappeared under one of her wings.

Makaidos regretted asking that question. He lifted the female's head, looking into her deep cerulean eyes. "We will make him pay. That much I promise."

"Hard to keep such a vow. Braver males perished under his claws."

"I'm not them," Makaidos said. "He trained me. I know how he fights, where he strikes, how he kills."

"And his weaknesses? Do you know those too, dragon?" Rayik pierced with a soft, shrilling cry.

Leave it to the gryphon to ask the best of questions. Makaidos remained silent, and so did the rest of the group.

"I don't know any, but I will find them. No living being is without weaknesses."

"Even if we corner him, his death will add weight to our names. Dealing with the champion is the best option."

"And how will you deal with him, sister?" Vira asked.

Sira jerked her body upwards, forcing a throaty cough out of Makaidos' throat. The male scrunched his eyes, jaws trembling with elation. His cock throbbed and grew, sinking deeper into the female's moistened flesh.

"We'll exploit his weakness. Send him a male that will appease him in any way he sees fit."

"M-me?" Makaidos winced.

"Yes, you," the females licked around his snout. "You're healthy."

"Strong."

"Virile. I heard the champion drinks seed before every fight."

"Gives him strength to conquer his enemies and vitality to impregnate whatever he sees fit."

Their warm affection repelled the cold shiver climbing along Makaidos' tail. He knew nothing of who this champion was or how he earned that title. Even the prospect of flying on his own terrified him.

"I don't think I'm the proper-"

"You are," Rayik dropped onto his back. "it's three against one, dragon. You either go, or we will punish you for your disobedience."

The whole group rumbled and growled with amusement. Not Makaidos. Half inside a female and tasked with such an immense weight, he was just about to spill from his worries. He flapped his wings hard and leaped off, trailing spurts of precum behind his rocking tail.

"I depart," he growled harshly. The sound of flapping wings and clacking claws followed from behind. Makaidos leaped ahead, surging to the cave's mouth before anyone had the chance of catching up with him. Pondering his choices would only increase his agitation, so he flared his wings, taking off into the chilly evening breeze. His cock shriveled and dried, retreating into its slit within seconds.

An aerial patrol happened upon him just as he left the mountain. The two dragons, one bronze and the other black, inquired about his purpose. Makaidos told them about the champion. They both shared a glance at that and surrounded Makaidos on each side. Flying with an escort reminded him of the old times. Not every memory was fond to him, yet the past had a way of stirring up memories like nothing else.

Makaidos touched upon the carved ledge outside the champion's cave. His mountain was massive. This side sprouted marvelous forests around its base. The snow covered peak allowed no life to develop, yet a few resilient trees could be spotted hanging from the steep slopes. Makaidos stood just on the ledge where the rock was frozen enough to be cold, yet not thoroughly covered in ice to acquire that snowy sheen. Folding his wings at the sides, Makaidos thanked the guards and ventured into the tunnel stretching ahead. Torches blazed in the darkness. The champion must have been of an older breed to favor such outdated illumination. Embari lamps replaced any burning material after the last conquest. The several hundred years that followed brought many upgrades and changes, some less desirable than others.

Still, Makaidos never appreciated the scent of smoke. It irritated his nostrils and made his eyelids tremble. He blinked, pushing away a few errant tears from his eyes. Makaidos remembered a lesson about the bipedal races living in the FrostFangs. It was told they could cry, meaning they shed tears along with whatever noise left their throat. And although they could express pain, dragons couldn't cry. Not in the same way, at least.

Yet now Makaidos felt the need to release his flaring emotions. Each step through the winding tunnel took him closer to an uncertain meeting. That terrified him. Not knowing what he would find on the other end. He quickened his steps. Fear was only another shade of excitement. Makaidos remembered the trials he endured before. The pain he endured at Endrythel's claws gave him courage. It made his blood seethe, and his muscles strong. Makaidos walked faster, until his strides turned into leaps. Torches whooshed past him, flickering wildly under the storm of wings and paws. He took a left, then a right, and another right until the flickering darkness finally gave way to light.

"Somebody approaches."

"Another visitor?"

"Not on my watch. I'm so hungry I could eat a dragon whole."

"How would Erthinia feel about that? She's in heat and you stay here, stiff like a pole. Can your cock be stronger than your conviction for once?"

"Blaze off, Roncor. If I wouldn't make myself useful, the Spire would send me back to the wastes. You know how my mate feels about that."

"Heavy and satisfied, like I left her before flying here here."

The conversation descended into growls. Makaidos took that opportunity to approach. Two heads poked from the opening.

"Another dragon. What a joy," the one with the mate said.

"I'll do him. Fly back to your mate. Tell her how much I filled your arse before you spill inside her flooded cunt."

The white dragon bowed his head and took off with a roar.

"You are kind, to let him leave like that," Makaidos said.

"My kindness does not extend to strangers. Who are you, and what do you want?"

"I'm here to see the champion."

"Own interest? Or Spire business?"

"I come out of my own volition," Makaidos slowly padded towards the armored green. "I am part of a fighting guild. My companions told me about the champion's renown, and the deals he makes."

"I wouldn't presume to know about that. Come here," the dragon approached. "Back at the wall, tail to the side. And keep your wings up. I smell any feathers or fur on you, and these shiny scales of yours will decorate my armor."

Makaidos gulped and nodded. He loathed these ridiculous safeguards. Nothing was as intimidating as another snout sniffing a claw's length away from his neck. The green guard was thorough, following along his wings, under his paws, and even between his legs.

"Is that...really necessary?" Makaidos hissed when the dragon's tongue slithered inside his slit. He lifted a leg, accommodating to the rough prods that forced his walls to quiver and clench in order to accommodate the wriggling tongue.

The green dragon swiped his tongue around his fleshy walls, circled around his cock, then pulled back. "Always a pleasure," he bumped snouts with Makaidos, sharing the musky fragrance. "But that's not why I do it. The past month we had a whelp carrying a CrystalFire star deep inside his own hole. I shredded the poor thing's neck and threw him off the mountain before he exploded, but only because he panicked during the inspection procedure. If I wasn't as thorough with him as I was with you, this cave would have burned to a crisp."

Makaidos had no words. Alchemy and magic were forbidden in Are'lan. Only the Spire's Talons could experiment and wield such crafts. If that whelp worked for another kingdom, a whole breed of conflict was bound to erupt if he succeeded in his task.

"It's fortunate you caught him," Makaidos rubbed the guard's neck.

"Maybe," he said, leaning into the touch before a growl erupted from his throat. "Stop. You're going to make me hard. The champion's den is that way," the green dragon pointed a wing towards a golden alcove.

"Gratitude," Makaidos dipped his head in respect and turned around, lifting his tail for the guard. Nothing happened. When Makaidos turned his head around, he found the green dragon cocking his head.

"Aren't you going to-"

"Not for you. Go. Finish your task. I'm not about to lick your blazing tailhole like I'm your mother or something."

"Your loss," Makaidos walked away.

"I'll take it any day, drake. Best fortune with the champion!"

As if fortune could make him stronger or prevent this encounter. Several drakes walked around the golden alcove. They too inquired about his purpose, and when they were satisfied with the answers they led him into the heart of the mountain, a massive, dome-like room with enough space to host a thousand dragons. Beams of light fell through the huge cracks in the ceiling, feeding the gardens below with life-giving warmth.

"Highclaw, a visitor approaches!" a thin, hissing voice announced.

"Lead him here," the rough rumbling voice of a dragon responded. Makaidos didn't know which one spoke. At least thirty walked through the gardens, lunged in the sun or tested their mettle against each other.

"He's clueless."

"Like a hatchling without parents. Look at him, curling that horned head around like he never stepped inside a cave."

"Must be from Penitence. Heard the Talons there are all awkward. Heat meddles with their senses, and they become weird like that."

Empty chatter, best left ignored. Makaidos walked between the gardens, looking for the potential champion. Why couldn't he have any distinguishing features, like armor or bracelets? Every dragon he saw wore nothing but their own scaly hide.

"I believe you are lost, kitten," a voice came from behind. It was the same Makaidos heard before. And sure enough, the owner was a feline. She too was naked. Sandy fur covered her body, short and coarse until it met her thighs, where it acquired a lighter shade of tan. The clumps there were much softer, leaving her pink slit exposed for anyone to see.

"Can you guide me? I'm looking for the champion."

"Hmh," the cat crossed her arms over her small breasts. "Doesn't seem right for runts to lay with the rest of their litter. Are you sure you're not lost?"

"Quite sure, feline," Makaidos empathized that last word. "If you only-"

"I won't," she slapped the tip of his tail, forcing a curt hiss from the dragon's throat. Her forepaws latched around the tip, touching briefly before she threw his tail into the ground. "Half a fin? What? Was your mother bred by a fish?"

Makaidos had no chance to reply. The feline slinked between his legs, evading the shove of his wings. Her fingers grabbed around his sack, applying just enough pressure to hurt.

"And this?" she squeezed harder. "Mind telling me why is it hanging on the outside, you malformed whelp?"

"It's....rawrrrr! I'm m-male. Isn't that obvious?" Makaidos clamped his jaws, hissing with every breath he took until the feline's ruthless grip vanished. She rolled towards his side and raked her bare claws along a shoulder.

"You're weak, and small, and weird. You don't deserve to meet the champion."

Makaidos swiped his paw at her, missing her yet again as she nimbly vaulted to the side. He snapped, clawed again, and brought his wings forward, failing time and time again to hit the feline. She danced like a leaf in a storm, rolling and leaping away even from the quickest of strikes.

"Slow too," she added. "See yourself back to whatever rock you crawled from."

Makaidos's blood boiled. He just about lunged at that insignificant pest before a rumbling growl fused his steps to the stone below them.

"Remind me the reason of your service, SandPaw."

The cat rolled into a bowing stance, one knee held before the other. "I pledged my life to you, Highclaw."

"When?" the clacking of claws approached.

"After you conquered my pride, Highclaw."

"Why?"

"Because we were insignificant. Your fire cleansed the cowards, your claws culled the weak, and your wings showed us the way."

"And that is?"

"To serve, until the end of our days."

"Good. You remember well."

"It is my purpose, HighClaw. Serving you is the greatest of gifts."

"So you say, but I did not tell you to send this drake away, did I?" the dragon approached with slow, measured steps. "He provoked no one, caused no grief, and spoke no insult. Why shun him like a furred wretch?"

"I...because...he isn't worthy, HighClaw. If you would only look upon his-"

"I believe you were only serving yourself by handing out orders that were not yours to give. You know the punishments for needs, yes?"

She dipped her head in shame. "I do."

"Leave then. Or should I add lassitude to your cleansings?"

"I'll depart, HighClaw."

Makaidos turned his eyes upon the approaching dragon. He was big. No. Huge, even for dragon standards. He stood at least four heads taller than him. Huge paws carried his well toned bulk, and immense wings remained neatly folded at his sides. Makaidos caught sight of his tail. It was spiked, just like the crimson spikes flowing from the tip of his snout to the tip of his tail. Four straight spikes pointed backwards around his two curving horns. Makaidos didn't know what looked more menacing. Those sharp, brutish spikes, or the dragon's seething eyes. They bore the color of fire, pure and frightening at the same time.

He bowed on his front legs at once, touching the ground with the tip of his snout. "I greet you, Highclaw, champion of-"

"Titles," the dragon dispersed the words with a growl. "Do you have a name, dragon?"

"Makaidos."

"Then keep it to yourself," the red male shook his wings. "I do not want to burden myself with words. They shift, and change. What you say with your tongue does not reflect what you really think."

Makaidos remained in that ridiculous position. His neck ached and his paws became increasingly stiff, yet he had not the courage to rise nor did he have the bravery to speak. This dragon valued action, and his chance to impress left along with SandPaw.

Claws clicked on stone. The dragon's warm breath rolled forth, warm and steady. His paws carried him closer, so close that Makaidos could feel the warmth of his wings hovering above him.

"Silence. It is a relief, isn't it?" the male walked around, like a predator circling his prey. "So many dragons come here to growl and yowl and yap away their nonsense. Not you. What makes you different? Your scales? No. Your wings? Perhaps."

Makaidos shivered. The gusts of warm air shifted from his back, sliding along a flank until they washed over the ridge of his slit.

"Answers are not always revealed through words. One has to smell," the dragon's nostrils widened, inhaling with a sharp whiff. "To touch," he rubbed his unnaturally warm snout around the sensitive ridge.

"To taste."

Makaidos couldn't hold himself back, not when something so warm and long slid along his most sensitive of places. The red dragon sunk his tongue between his walls, sliding along like silk. Makaidos whined like a hatchling, fighting back the heat rolling through his quivering flesh. Wings trembled in their frame, and his legs were just about to give in.

When the fleshy tongue passed over his cock and slid towards his tail, Makaidos thought it was over.

"To push," a growl came from below.

The same heated presence rammed itself against his tailhole. Makaidos was thoroughly unprepared for such rude penetration. His muscles offered no resistance, allowing the red male to stretch him dangerously close to his limits. He squirmed and rubbed inside, flaring unbearable amounts of pleasure.

Makaidos collapsed on his side, kicking the air and gritting his hissing jaws.

The red male pulled his tongue out, licking his snout with a pleased slurp. "Don't be ashamed, drake. You still lasted longer than most."

He settled right next to him, fixing his fiery eyes upon a grey wing. Makaidos lifted it as high as he could to allow the drake to sniff and lick his sensitive membrane.

"Strong wings, to have carried you to my den. Will you speak now, drake? Or allow me to guess your intentions?"

"I will. Apologies for my untimely silence. I thought words-"

"You thought right. I do not favor them, but words have their use, unless you prefer us to communicate like common beasts. Many believe them to be useless. Common prey amidst endless other sources of meat. I find them inspiring. The way they greet, and hunt, and breed is enthralling. Do you know wolves taste each other when they meet?"

"They do?" Makaidos asked.

"The stronger always lifts his leg for the weaker, allowing his scent to be tasted and recognized and even spread."

"Spread where?"

"To the rest of the pack, of course," the male lowered himself on his side. He stretched a wing and his limbs, curling his ivory claws inwards. "Every flock needs a leader. We are no greater than beasts in that regard."

Makaidos looked between his legs, immediately noticing two things. The male's slit glistened with a sticky sheen, and his balls were nowhere to be seen.

"You can taste me now."

Makaidos whipped his head around, growling his confusion.

"I have seen you looking," the male lifted his leg and pointed his head towards his tail, further empathizing his point. "Sniff, lick, taste. Satisfy your curiosity."

"I don't-"

"A taste is more intimate than any word or touch. Greet me, as I have greeted you, or bother speaking no more."

It was no longer a request, but a threat. Makaidos' nostrils twitched as soon as he approached the male's crevice. He smelled like he looked, strong and confident. He allowed his tongue to poke out between his lips and slide through the parting folds. The male's muscles tightened immediately after. A soft hiss escaped his throat, along with several beads of cloudy fluid. It was seed. Seed mixed with the lubrication characteristic to heightened arousal. Even from a single touch, Makaidos knew the drake was in a constant state of arousal. That could explain the virile scent and the overflowing amounts of lubrication present inside and around his slit. Makaidos lapped the sticky fluid, then slid towards his tailhole. It was strange to slide so smoothly through the spot where his balls should have been, but Makaidos didn't allow himself to be distracted. He rounded the male's pucker, tickled with the tip of his tongue, then turned around, hissing and snarling from the concoction of savage smells.

"Good. We can talk like equals now," the drake rumbled in agreement. "Tell me what wind brought you to my cave."

Makaidos hesitated for a bit. "I want to make a deal," he finally said.

"Deals are many, like words. Care to be more precise?"

"It involves escape from the arena and the Spire. All Spires, actually. I mean the entirety of Are'lan. My companions heard the rumors."

"And what do the rumors say?"

"That you are kind as you are powerful, Highclaw."

"is that so?" The dragon licked between the claws of a fore paw. "Words travel fast. Some spread quicker than we breed, yet like seed, they are prone to mistakes. Strong hatchlings will never hatch from the seed of a coward."

"I know, Highclaw. I am here to help my companions, not to validate these useless words. We would do anything, and pay any price to see ourselves away from the Spire's influence."

The dragon's tongue continued sliding along his claws. "Anything?"

"Name your request, and I will see it done."

"No, dragon. Your companions will," the red male's lips pulled up, revealing the tips of his glistening fangs. "I am going to pay a visit to your den. It is only fair to do so, after you came into mine."

"I have no problems with that," Makaidos bowed his head.

"We have an agreement then. Wait for me at sunset. And make sure none of these companions is missing. I desire to see, and greet them as I have greeted you, before I whisk them away. You may rise now."

Makaidos scrambled on his feet. "Thank you, Highclaw. We will expect you with bright spirits."

He took only three steps before a growl froze him in his tracks. "Did I tell you to leave?"

"Grawr?" Makaidos looked under an upraised wing to see the red male snarling with devious intent.

"You are not free to leave. Not before I get good taste of your virility."

Makaidos shook his head. "I do not understand," he said as the red male approached. He rubbed against his side with that huge, warm bulk. Makaidos almost thought this was his way of saying goodbye until his balls found themselves pressed against the hard scales of his belly.

"It is rare to see such jewels dangling below a dragon's tail. None of my companions has them, because they all flew from the FrostFangs. Do you know why?" he asked as he fondled the sensitive spheres inside his gigantic paw.

"Th-the cold?" Makaidos winced as a thick finger pushed his spheres apart.

A satisfied rumble escaped the champion's throat. "It's strange, how something so precious can be so soft. So...exposed," he blinked once, matching Makaidos' gaze. "Coldness has nothing to do with it, drake. It's the beasts and the dangers that forced our race to adapt. Screechers can sever a male's future with a single swipe of their claws. One flick, and it is done."

"What are...screechers?"

"Winged fliers, too agile to catch even by the likes of us. They are one of the many predatory species inhabiting those frozen mountains. A dragon is never safe, be it in the skies or on the ground. Every predator is opportunistic. They analyze and latch onto the greatest weakness they can find."

His lips contorted into a snarl as he applied pressure. "They would smash, pierce, or claw your balls off without a shred of hesitation."

Makaidos hissed in both pain and bliss. It felt so good to feel himself trapped in another's paw. The roughness of the massage stirred his senses with heated bursts of elation. He hardened, throb by throb, until his cock poked through the bulged walls of his slit.

"I don't intend to fly there," he spoke quickly to distract himself from the washing waves of arousal. "Please. Let me fly back to my-"

"No," the dragon crouched, still holding the prize within his grip. He squeezed again, forcing Makaidos to squirm and throb. The blue male curled his toes, scratching the ground as a heated presence brushed around the tip of his exposed cock. He brought his stiff neck down, peeking between his legs to see the champion's tongue roll around his cock. He lapped slowly and carefully, looking at Makaidos with those big, fiery eyes. The sight heated his blood like nothing else. A powerful dragon tasted his most intimate of places like a common whelp.

Makaidos pushed into his rolling tongue, forcing more of his cock to slide against that delightful coil of flesh. The dragon lapped harder and quicker, cleaning every drop of moisture until he retreated with a hissing snarl.

"Ghhhrrrr!" he licked his trembling snout. His eyes were unfocused, twitching in the same manner as his wings.

Makaidos too shivered with strain. Fire seethed inside his clamping flesh, demanding to be released.

"Can I...can I leave now?" he asked weakly.

The red male vehemently shook his head. He placed his paw back on the ground, allowing Makaidos' sack to droop unceremoniously behind his raging cock.

"I want a deeper taste, and since clawing your balls off would be too much of a waste, I will have to milk them dry. SandPaw!"

The feline leaped from the fronds of a verdant garden. "Yes, HighClaw?"

"Release this whelp's seed. Do it fast. I don't care how much of a mess you make."

A feline? How was she going to do that? Makaidos stepped back as he remembered the last time he faced a furred biped. Flashes of the white stallion rushed through his mind along with throbs of intense pain. He remembered the crackling agony that spread through his entire body, and the relentless blows that forced the cum out of his broken balls. Relentless streams of seed overflowed from his limp cock in front of a thousand pair of eyes. Their roars still echoed inside his mind. All of them laughed or mocked his weakness that day.

"I don't want to spill," Makaidos flared his wings defensively as the feline encroached upon him. "Let me go. Please."

"You don't have a choice," the champion settled on his belly and opened his huge maw. His tongue rolled between his impressive fangs, slim and thick. The feline rubbed her arms along it until she reached the dragon's jagged teeth. One by one she bathed her hands in the dragon's thick saliva, rubbing the fluid into her fur. When she pulled back, her arms looked more tawny than sandy, dripping with thick globs of translucent lubrication.

"Turn around, drake," she smiled. "Present that ripe hole to me and maybe I will keep my claws sheathed."

"No," Makaidos stepped away. "No. There has to be another way."

"Obey, drake, or I shall take you myself," the champion's snarl obliterated the pathetic hissing flowing through Makaidos' constricting throat.

He chanced another look at the giddy feline before he presented himself to her, tail lifted above his exposed tailhole. She waved him to crouch. Makaidos reluctantly obeyed. His shivering paws lowered him further to the ground. The cold stone made his cock flinch, but the feline took no hissing for an answer. She punched his sack to quicken his judgement. The rippling pain dropped Makaidos quicker than a boulder. He fell on his belly, cock and balls firmly squeezed between the hard stone and his resilient scales.

He had no time to growl nor roar when the feline plunged her whole arm through his unprepared tailhole. She slid inside like an eel, faster and quicker than a fully aroused cock. Makaidos squeezed and clamped around her, failing time and time again to restrain her. Her lithe arm was too small to grab onto, and the male's saliva far too oily to be stuck in one place.

"Found it," the feline snarled once she buried her arm all the way to the shoulder.

Makaidos curled his tail hard around his bulk. He knew what she found, for his senses tingled for their rightful release. He raked the ground with his claws, feeling the feline slide around his innermost organ. It was no bigger than a rock and hardly as durable, but when stroked, it provided the most intense waves of pleasure any male dreamed of experiencing. The feline had no patience for prelude though. Instead of sliding along, she gripped, tensed, and squeezed.

A hoarse cry left Makaidos' throat. His muscles spasmed ruthlessly, trying to reign in the heated inferno raging within the depths of his hole. The feline's deft fingers rubbed and clamped around his prostate, trapping half its length inside their grip. With fast, rhythmic pounding, she squeezed her padded fingers around like a smothering ring of fire.

Makaidos threw his head up to roar his unbridled lust. His wings straightened so far, they almost popped out of their joints. The feline was too quick, and too skilled. She wriggled her paw around like a storm, stimulating every part of the dragon's oversensitive prostate. When Makaidos clenched, she punched, forcing his muscles to ripple and shake with surging pleasure.

Makaidos' cock hardened to completion under the relentless assault. Drops of cloudy fluid squirted from the tip, creating a small pool under his squirming form. Within seconds, the feline brought him on the brink of release. Makaidos thrust forth, slamming his tail into the ground. He had to subdue the beast lurching within him. Had to restrain its fiery bite. Needed to hold back just for one more heartbeat, and prove the champion he was not the same weakling that squirted his essence back in that arena.

A surge of thick seed speared through his cock, paralyzing his senses. Makaidos helplessly tried to restrain the heated bliss as he lost control of his body. His muscles convulsed and shook, preparing for one of the hardest ejaculations, thanks to the feline's ruthless assault. Harder and faster she squeezed, stimulating his prostate until it burned with a fiery edge.

Makaidos choked on his roar as he released the raging flood. Thick strings of semen traveled through his vein beribboned cock to explode from his rock hard tip. They flew like arrows in the wind, pelting the stone at high velocity. The immense pleasure forced Makaidos to stiffen like stone. He rumbled and yowled, slamming his tail into the ground and digging his claw tips into the stone as rhythmic throbs pounded the seed right out of him.

The feline felt that. She pulled her arm back through the constricting walls, then slammed it back in, punching his prostate with a crackling blow. Makaidos's breath cut at the contact. His teeth pressed hard against each other and his eyelids squeezed so hard they hurt. Seed sprayed out from the depths of his cock like a geyser, thanks to the unbearable pressure flaring from within. The feline's fists milked his prostate out of every drop, forcing more and more seed out of his squirming balls.

Makaidos thrashed on the ground. His body seethed with blissful agony. Every muscle in his body hurt from how tight it was. His prostate was the worst. The feline's rough treatment allowed no relief between the crackling spasms. It tightened again, and again, squeezing onto itself harder with each throb. Pain rippled through its frame, stinging harder with each spasm.

And still the feline didn't stop. Sensing that the dragon's peak was about to subside, she grabbed onto the organ and pushed her paws into it. The pressure forced Makaidos to throb again, applying pressure around the feline's arm. She used that to flex her claws out of their sheath and drag them along the smooth, unprotected layer of a much too sensitive organ.

Makaidos' heart leaped into his chest. Agonizing pleasure exploded from his slit. His cock lurched, spewing only the clear fluid of his prostate as it had no more seed to give. His head started to pound in the same manner as his flesh, and with a yowling cry Makaidos collapsed on his side. Air refused to enter through his clenched throat, just as relief refused to wash over his overworked prostate.

"That's enough," came a rumbling roar.

But the scratching continued, whipping its fiery tendrils around Makaidos' organ until blackness claimed his senses.

***END COMMENTS***

That champion is quite the lustful dragon, isn't he? He loves to inspect, sniff, and lick around, but when it comes to do the big deed himself he backs off and lets a servant to the job. Somewhat disappointing, I'd say. But don't worry. Makaidos isn't out of the woods yet. You'll see what I'm talking about in the future installments.

Meanwhile, I'd love to hear what you guys thought on this Arena Champion. Is he creepy? Likeable? Interesting? Be sure to let me know in the comments, along with the price he's going to ask in exchange for that favor. Nothing's free, after all.

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