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The heat.

That was all Ignitus could feel as he watched Spyro and Cynder slip through the wall of flames protected by the strength of his will alone, safely carrying them to the other side. However, the red dragon had not the strength to shield them and himself, having to make a choice whether he would let the world's last hope for survival to perish in that inferno, or save himself. For Ignitus, the decision had been easy. He had cared for Spyro as a son and his failure to protect Cynder when she was but just an egg made the choice all to clear as his will finally began to break and the walls of fire began to close in upon him.

The large red dragon wanted to cry out in pain, but he couldn't even draw in the oxygen necessary to do so as the flames stole it all from him moments before he was engulfed. One last thought of home and the world that he had chosen to protect passed through his mind, before the dragon felt a smile grace his lips and he passed into the void.

However, death had not been as Ignitus had expected. Not that he had even known what to prepare for, but as the fire vanished and he stood in a dark chamber, the red dragon truly had no clue what was happening. He spun about, eyes squinting as he could barely make out the edges of the room through the blackness.

"Hello," he called into the dark, not sure who he was expecting to answer him, but something within told him to reach out for some sort of explanation. "Where am I?

As if to answer his question, the wall behind the guardian began to open, a large section of the stone splitting in two and swinging outward to let light pour into the dark space where he stood. Ignitus had to raise a paw to shield his eyes as the bright light stung them, but he slowly began to make his way through the opening, stepping out of the darkness and into the brightly lit room, mouth dropping a bit in awe.

In the center of the chamber stood a massive hour glass, sand pouring from the top container into the bottom, but as the dragon stared, it didn't seem to fill or empty no matter how much sand cascaded down. He scanned the rest of the room, the walls lined with books and scrolls and paintings that looked like they originated from every point in the past, a vast collection of dragon history all collected into one place.

"What is this place?" Ignitus asked to no one, which made the drake flinch and jump when someone actually answered back.

"You stand in the clockwork chamber," the voice rumbled, calm and comforting like that of a father and not much unlike Ignitus' own tone. "This place stands as a monument to all of the accomplishments, failures, and advancements that the race of dragons have accumulated during their time in this world."

Ignitus noticed that the distorted image of a dragon could be seen through the hourglass, making him turn and begin to circle around it. As he came round the other side, there was a greyish blue dragon lying among a large stack of open books, one of them floating before the drake on its own, no desk or strings to keep it aloft as the dragon read from it. Ignitus tilted his head, having never seen this dragon before, or even heard of the clockwork room.

"But where is here?" the guardian asked, "I have never heard of the clockwork chamber, nor have I seen a library in the dragon kingdom that could boast such a collection."

The blue-grey dragon chuckled as the book in front of him closed and floated through the air to shelve right beside the red drake. "That is because we are not in the dragon kingdom, Ignitus, master of fire, one of four chosen to protect the realm of dragons and all of the allies that reside there in. You will find that this place is rather hard to find on any map that you have ever seen."

Ignitus didn't understand what the dragon meant, but given his last memory before he had arrived in this strange place, he was starting to get an idea.

"Before I arrived here, I was on the brink of death." Ignitus stated rather flatly, no interest in philosophizing with the odd old dragon.

The dragon nodded somberly before him, another book floating up from his pile, and opening up right at the drake's chest level. "You indeed did die, Ignitus, your sacrifice one that has not been made for a very long time. I must say, when I read of what you had done for those two young dragons, I was touched. Not very many would have entered that inferno knowing full well that they would not be walking out."

Ignitus had to blink, his mind unable to process how the dragon before him knew such intimate knowledge of his life and how he could possibly know that the red drake had understood that stepping into the wall of flame was a death sentence. "What do you mean when you 'read' about my sacrifice? How could there be a written log of something that had only just happened?"

Once more, the chronicler chuckled, the book in front of him spinning around and floating up in front of Ignitus. The red drake raised a brow, peering down into the pages of the book to read what had been written. There upon the page, written in detail, were the events that transpired moments before he had been consumed. Even the last words that he shared with Spyro and Cynder were scribbled upon the page, the guardian gawking at the parchment in disbelief. There had been no one else there, so how could whoever had written this book know what had been said.

"Where did you get this?" he asked, a hint of anger in his voice that such an intimate moment in his life had been inscribed for the world to read about in this book.

"Calm yourself, Ignitus, for this is your book." the dragon explained calmly, raising up onto his paws.

Ignitus stared at him, his statement not answering his question. "What do you mean -my- book?"

The blue-grey dragon placed his paw upon the back of the tome, folding it closed to reveal that the name 'Ignitus' was transcribed upon the cover in bright gold letters. "This is -your- book. The story of your life since the day that you broke from the shell of your egg to the day that you gave everything to ensure that the world of dragons survived the storm of Malefor's wrath." The book floated away, slipping into one of the many empty spaces upon the shelves as the dragon spoke softly once more. "Unfortunately, my friend, your story has come to an end, but there are many books still being written even as we speak." The dragon turned to gesture at a few of the open tomes laid upon the ground. "Would you care to see?"

Ignitus' head turned as the dragon spoke, not able to form the thoughts into words or questions that would help to alleviate his confusion, but as the dragon gestured him forward, he stepped over the pile and browsed the pages. Even as he looked, there were words appearing across the many pages, appearing without ink or penmanship. The words were describing the lives of many dragons, one per book, and as he gazed down at them, a light turned on within the dragon's brain and he turned to the other male.

"You're the chronicler!" he exclaimed, seeing this dragon in a whole new light.

The grey-blue dragon nodded his head, a bright smile stretching over his muzzle as understanding settled into his red friend's mind. "Indeed I am."

There was a moment of silence as the guardian processed all of the information floating around in his head, the Chronicler for the longest time something that he had only considered a myth, but after Spyro's brief encounter with the dragon, as well as the evidence laid out before him, there was no longer any denying it.

"B-But how am I here?" Ignitus asked, once more turning to face the ancient dragon. "You said that I had died, so how could I possibly be here speaking with you."

The Chronicler smiled softly, understanding that there were things that Ignitus would not understand right away, but would with time. "You may have died, but before you were lost completely, I asked the hourglass to bring you here. You see, as you are now, you are only a shadow of yourself, a temporary body granted to you through the power of the sands of time for us to meet this one time."

Ignitus cast his gaze up at the towering hourglass, expression contorted with confusion. "But why? What reason would you have to meet with me?"

Those open books began to close and move about the room, each slipping into their designated place as he addressed the red dragon. "I told you that I was moved by your act of selflessness upon the wall of fire. I read of the pain you endured in the pages of your book, the world and life you gave up so that others could continue to live it. I had to meet face to face such a dragon that would give so much without a second thought for himself." The Chronicler smiled at the red dragon, moving a bit closer to him. "It is an honor."

Ignitus was humbled by the old dragon's opinion of him, never expecting a dragon born of legend to look upon him so highly. Still, there were questions that the guardian had. "Now that you have met me, what now? You said that this body given to me is temporary. When you have had your fill of my presence, will I once return to being..." The red dragon found that he had a hard time admitting his own demise.

The Chronicler chuckled to him, shaking his head with a caring expression. "Do not think me cruel, Ignitus? I would not prolong your existence before you pass simply for my own amusement. Instead, I wanted to offer you a choice."

"A choice?" Ignitus asked, confused.

"Yes. A choice." The Chronicler turned to place a paw upon the hourglass. "I wish to offer you, not the chance to return to the life you had, but not to lose it completely either. A chance to continue on, able to see all the good that your decision brought to the rest of the world."

The red dragon's eyes were wide, wondering how this dragon could offer something to him such as cheating death itself. "How would one do such a thing?" Despite his apprehension, it was hard to not be tempted by the prospect of living on after his death.

"By taking my place," was the only answer the dragon offered him.

The guardian was taken aback, not quite sure he understood completely. "You mean you wish me to become the Chronicler?" he stated, "How is that even possible?"

The ancient drake chuckled, waving a paw in the air. "It is not as difficult as you are likely imagining it to be. You will simply take my place here, guarding the whole of dragon history, but from here you will be able to watch the lives progress of all those that you love and hold dear to your heart."

Ignitus once more felt the old dragon humble him, offering him such an important role, and one that he had never been expected to receive in his life. "I am honored that you would even consider me for such a task, but forgive me for asking. Why? Why would you give up all of this to me?"

The Chronicler smiled, floating a book from off of the shelf beside him, the spine thicker than any tome that Ignitus had ever seen before. The book did not open, but instead hung there in the empty space in front of the blue-grey drake as he sighed and gazed down upon its cover.

"This is my book, Ignitus. It is long and filled with a millenia of experiences that have passed before these old eyes, from the birth of an empire, to the near destruction of the world, and I am tired. I guarded these books for longer than I can remember, watching and recording the events of the world from the time I was offered the mantle of Chronicler by the one before me. I am old. Far older than I look, and I look quite old indeed." The dragon chuckled and floated the book over to Ignitus. "I wish to pass on my book to a dragon that I feel is worthy of the title and the pages of this ancient tome. I feel that dragon is you, Ignitus. I have read your story, and I have found it to be most remarkable. I think that with you as Chronicler, you might add some of that incredible story to the pages of this book as well."

Ignitus gazed down upon the book in front of him, a paw raising up to brush away the dust that had collected upon the golden letters adorning the leather bound cover. The Chronicler. The idea was still beyond unbelievable to the red drake, but as he looked up at the old dragon smiling back at him, he took a deep breath.

"It would be an honor to add my name to your history," he said, bowing his head in respect to the dragon that was likely many thousands of years old.

The Chronicler smiled, nodding his head, glad that the red drake had accepted his offer and that he could finally rest from his term as the keeper of dragon history. "Before I am able to hand you the mantle of Chronicler, there is one last rite you must perform to take my place."

Ignitus kept his head inclined, awaiting whatever instruction the dragon would give him. "I will do whatever is needed of me to bear this great gift."

The Chronicler shuffled on his paws, turning toward the red drake and moving up close to him, only a few feet between them. "As I said before, the body you were given to meet with me is only temporary. I must provide you with the necessary material that is needed to give you life once more, but not just an ordinary life. An immortal one." The old dragon's tone was level and unwavering as he spoke, placing a paw upon the guardian's bowed head as he continued. "Unfortunately, there is only one substance that exists within our realm pure enough, and capable of granting life where there is none."

As he finished his explanation, the old dragon brought his haunches down to sit before the red dragon, and as he did, Ignitus was greeted with the sight of the ancient dragon's cock standing tall from between his hinds and pulsing into the open air before him. The deep blue shaft was thick and bobbing in the air in front of the guardian's face, making him pull his head out from under that paw and stare at the Chronicler in disbelief.

"Y-You cannot be serious," Ignitus stuttered, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red at the thought of what the Chronicler was proposing, unwilling to believe that this was the task he was being asked to complete.

The Chronicler did not chastise him for his reaction, understanding what it was that he was asking from the drake. "I know that it is not easy for you to accept what I am asking of you, but I assure you, I was given the same proposition the day I took up the mantle of the Chronicler. It is not a proud task, but it is a necessary one. For the only way to receive immortality, is to take that immortality into your own body from the source."

Ignitus was staring down at the shaft pulsing between the old dragon's hinds, that heavy pole almost staring back as he turned the proposal over in his head. If he were to remain, to become the Chronicler, then he was going to have to take that shaft, and the contents of the dark blue-grey orbs that rested beneath it, for a moment, second guessing his decision. However, he turned his eyes toward the hourglass and the many tomes around him, knowing that what he was being offered was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Quite literally, in fact. This old dragon was offering him the chance to live for as long as he chose to do so and see the world in a light that no other dragon would ever get the chance to see. All he had to do...

Ignitus swallowed hard as his eyes shut, inhaling deeply through his nose as he tried to calm his storming thoughts before his eyes would open to gaze down at the spire bobbing up at him expectantly. Slowly his head began to lower, leaning in between the old dragon's forelegs till he was hanging beneath his chest, nose a few inches away from that shaft as he fought back his urge to turn away.

Despite himself, the Chronicler would smile, glad that the red dragon had accepted his offer as well as an eager spark to feel the pleasure that would come from the fire drake's maw once it was wrapped around his cock. After all, nearly a thousand years had passed since he had felt the touch of another, so it was to be expected from the ancient drake.

"Try to relax, Ignitus. I promise that this will not be an unpleasant experience, and it will be over quicker than you expect." The Chronicler was surprised to hear the same words leave his maw that had left the dragon that had been sat before him many eons ago when he was in the fire guardian's position. That aged paw once more came up to rest upon the back of the red dragon's head, those toes rubbing at the base of Ignitus horns comfortingly. "Just let your instincts guide you."

The guardian almost whined, the humiliation of being nose first between another male's hinds something that he had not expected to experience in his life, but as that paw laid on his head and encouraged him on, he gave another heavy breath. His nostrils filled with the old drake's scent, an ancient heavy musk that tickled at his sense and made him lean in an inch more.

Slowly, the red dragon's mouth opened, tongue tentatively reaching out from his muzzle to press against the side of that blue length, hearing a sharp gasp echo above him as the warm muscle slowly began to drag across the Chronicler's cock. The taste was not nearly as bad as Ignitus had been expecting, but it was still not something that he would ever admit that he liked. Instead, he just tried to focus on pleasing the male, closing his eyes and beginning to carefully lather that prick in his warm saliva.

The Chronicler shuddered as he felt that tongue crawl over his shaft, mouth hanging open despite his resolve to make the experience the least humiliating as he could for Ignitus. However, after so long without any contact with another living soul besides himself, he couldn't help but gasp and groan softly as that tongue teased at his prick. That paw continued to rub and knead at the red drake's head encouragingly, not able to help his want for more.

Ignitus was trying to ignore the sounds coming from the male above him, but it was hard to completely block out his grunts and moans as he continued to slide his tongue over that rigid flesh. He could feel it pulse and press down onto his oral muscle with its weight, making him cringe a bit as a bead of pre spilled from the tip of that pole and smeared over his taste buds as he continued to work that length with his palate. The small droplet was just a sample of what he would eventually have to swallow, trying not to think about that eventuality as he continued his work.

That old dragon lowered his gaze, watching as that red male drug his tongue over his cock, making him smile a bit before he started to push down on the back of that head just slightly, enough that Ignitus would not be able to keep him from slipping the head of his cock in between those red lips and letting out a low suppressed moan. "You will need to take my length within your maw, if you are to be able to swallow all of me," the Chronicler said to justify his actions, but in reality his member was all too eager to sample from that warm muzzle, pressing him down a little more onto his stiff prick.

As his head was forced down, Ignitus eyes were wide, pressing back against that paw attempting to slip that shaft deeper into his muzzle, but the Chronicler's insistent hold upon his head made sure that tip stayed wedged snugly between his lips, warm strands of pre drooling out onto the guardian's tongue. The red dragon was given a much more pungent taste of that male as he tried to relax and let that cock push a bit deeper into his mouth, but the pre pooling at the back of his mouth made it difficult for him to swallow, not quite willing to accept the old drake's seed into his belly. Small dribbles dripped from his chin as he tried not to let any of it slide down his neck.

Those droplets of pre would roll from the red dragon's lips and down the length of that blue cock outside of the warm maw swallowing up his tip, causing the Chronicler to shiver a bit as the air cooled the fluid and he glanced down at the red drake, a bit of impatience in his face. "The more you resist, Ignitus, the longer this will take," he stated, keeping his tone calm and comforting, "If you simply swallow your pride, then you might even enjoy this exchange." The blue-grey male smirked a bit at his choice of words, considering the puddle of his pre that was resting at the back of the red dragon's maw.

There was a long pause before the Chronicler heard the wet, sloppy sound of Ignitus gulping down his pre, able to see that long neck flex as his seed undoubtedly rolled along the interior of his throat to rest in his belly. The old dragon took more satisfaction in knowing that the guardian had just swallowed a part of him than he thought he would, his cock giving a heavy pulse and a thick rope of his pre spurted forth to replace the gunk that Ignitus had swallowed, just so he could do it again. "That's good, Ignitus. Try using your tongue more."

Were it not for the redness of his scales, the guardian's face would have been crimson from the fact that this much older male was now offering him advice on how to please his length, but at the same time, Ignitus told himself that he was trying to help the process along. His tongue came to life, pressing up underneath that tip resting within his mouth and slowly dragging back so that his muscle would scrape and run over the soft glans of his head, hearing a soft moan escape the old drake, and that paw once more was pressing him down to take that length. Ignitus let the male push him down this time around, jaws opening up as more and more of that tool was sliding in between his lips as he formed a tight seal with them to let that prick slip through.

The Chronicler wished that he could have stood and rutted that tight maw as the red dragon began to pleasure his cock more willingly, those lips pulling at the flesh of his member as he pressed down on that head, a feeling that he had forgotten in all his long years there alone with only his books. Without even realizing that he had done it, that paw on the back of Ignitus head had wrapped two of his digits upon the drake's horn, gripping and beginning to pull him in the opposite direction till once more only his spurting, pre drooling tip was left trapped inside of that maw. Then once more, he pushed the guardian back down onto his tool, a slow gentle pace of bobbing his head up and down beneath his belly as he hissed and shuddered from the feeling of that snout swallowing up nearly half of his length.

Ignitus' mouth was filling more and more with that shaft as the Chronicler began to bob his head with that paw gripped firmly about his horn, finding that the increased stimulation only left him having to swallow more of that pre than before as the old drake used him to work closer to his climax. However, the taste, smell and feel of that cock slipping in and out between his lips was starting to have an effect on the red dragon, his own sheath stirring beneath him as his arousal clouded his judgement and once more the guardian began to experiment with his tongue. He would press the soft muscle up tight against the belly of the old dragon's length, holding him firmly between the roof of his maw and his palate so that as he would sink down inside of his maw, the head of the Chronicler's pole would grind up into his flesh.

The blue-grey male was starting to pant, after a thousand years without the help of another to help empty his balls, the Chronicler was beginning to feel himself rapidly approaching his climax with that wonderfully inexperienced muzzle doing its best to please him. "By the Ancestors, Ignitus. I do hope that you are ready to swallow, because I don't think I can keep this up." The words came out through his panting breath, rubbing the back of that crimson head as he felt those ancient seed laden orbs start to churn and pull up against the underside of his tail.

The dragon wrapped firmly over his prick opened his eyes up wide at the male's declaration, having been so lost in the act he was performing that he had nearly forgotten that there was going to be a finale. Ignitus still wasn't prepared to swallow this dragon's cum, pushing back with his head to try and delay the inevitable, but to his surprise, the Chronicler was holding him down. Able to feel that his head had stopped moving, the old dragon began to roll his hips forward some, humping the guardian's maw as he felt his orgasm edging nearer and nearer until Ignitus could see those thighs to either side of his head begin to tremble.

The Chronicler let out a heavy gasp as his whole frame locked up, balls now squeezed up tight against his groin as his cock would pulse and jump inside of the red dragon's maw, followed shortly by a thick, pent up wad of his seed rolling out from the head of his member. Over and over he could feel his hips tense and jerk forward, each time ending with another glob of that virile male essence to pour out from his cock and seep over Ignitus' tongue, quickly filling his muzzle.

The first rope of that seed had took Ignitus off guard, making him squeak in a rather female like way, before the second would come flooding into his maw and leave his cheeks bulging out from the gunk rapidly filling the space within his muzzle. He tried swallowing it down, but he wasn't fast enough before a third slimey strand of warm sperm stuffed his mouth to the brim, giving another hard gulp of the thick goo that was now leaking from the corners of his mouth and down to his chin, as well as sliding down his gullet into his belly. Every swallow of the old drake's spunk made him cringe, the taste overwhelmingly male upon his tongue, and equally thick and sticky as it rolled down his neck in heavy waves. Already he could feel his gut gurgle from how full of the stuff he was becoming, guzzling it straight from the Chronicler's tap, so much of it also spilling from his maw a dripping down his neck. One thing was for certain. After a thousand years, the blue-grey dragon was immensely pent up, taking nearly a minute before he finally came down, and that flow of seed tapered off to a few last dribbles for Ignitus to swallow.

Several silent moments passed as the Chronicler simply held that head down between his thighs, spent cock resting in that warm muzzle that he was entirely reluctant to exit, gazing down with a grin at the dragon he had just fed his semen too. The rite was complete, and Ignitus could now take his role as the new Chronicler, but as the old dragon slowly removed himself from that muzzle with a wet slurp, the shaft remained hard and eager for more. The Chronicler held his tongue as he watched the red dragon pant and recover from having to gulp down all of his seed, letting him rest as he rose to his paws and began to move round behind the red male. One of his paws rose up off the ground, leaning his weight onto Ignitus flank as he pushed himself up onto those hinds.

"You're halfway there, Ignitus," he cooed, letting the little lie slide from his lips as he settled his chest down onto the male's back and hugged him with his forelegs. "Just relax and let me take care of the rest. You have done well so far in showing you are willing to accept this role."

Ignitus' eyes were wide as he felt that weight settling over him, suddenly able to feel the wet warmth of that length that had just been residing in his maw now resting against the top of his tail. "Y-You said nothing about this!" he stammered, claws gripping the ground to throw the dragon from his back if the need arose. "You only said that I must drink of you!"

The Chronicler halted his advances, letting his shaft hang in the air behind the guardian as he spoke in a calm, soothing tone. "I knew that you would be reluctant if I gave you the whole truth," he stated, working his words to try and convince the dragon to let him proceed. "You are a proud male, and submitting to another is not an easy thing for one such as yourself to do, but you have already come so far, Ignitus. This is all you must do in order to take your place as my successor, and you will receive all the powers and gifts that come with your station." He watched as the dragon beneath him rolled the decision over in his head, face contorted in a vast array of mixed emotion.

"No one will ever know this is what you gave," the Chronicler said, easing the red dragon's tail to the side with the weight of his hips as he continued. "You and I are the only dragons who will ever share this secret." That pulsing blue spire slipped in under that tail once it was far enough out of the way, tip hooking against Ignitus' rim and wedging against it softly. The Chronicler waited to see if his ruse held up.

A visible flinch rolled through the guardian as he could feel that slick, heated tip find his pucker and kiss firmly at the entrance to his rear, mind reeling from the fact that another male was resting on his hinds and had his cock aimed right for his back door. Every male instinct fought him, telling him that he must buck and kick to remove the dragon mounting him, but he was so close to not only an immortal life, but a chance to watch his friends grow and flourish. Ignitus gazed back at the Chronicler, a moment of silent indecision before he nodded his head and faced forward.

The small signal was all the old drake needed, a bit of a grin stretching over his snout once the guardian faced the other way, his heart pounding that his white lie had actually worked. "Just relax, Ignitus. It will be over before you know it." The words were all the warning Ignitus received before the blue-grey dragon began to lean his weight forward, pressing into that rim and rumbling as he could feel it slowly peeling open to accept his cock down into the greasy tailpipe. A small part of him felt guilty for having tricked the red dragon beneath him, but as the head of his pole slipped up into that warm, tightly gripping rear, the Chronicler's lust drowned out any sense of remorse as he took a step forward with his hinds and began to inch his way forward into that hole.

Ignitus grit his teeth, hissing and worming his hips as he could feel his pucker being pried open much farther than it had ever gone before, pain aching from his rump as it was stuffed full of the slick blue cock pulsing inside of his rim and leaking pre into the soft, sensitive walls of his rear. He had to fight back the urge to whimper as inch after inch of that length was pushing him open, delving in deeper into his backside where he could feel the innards of his bowels molding around that prick like a glove, tugging at the flesh along the steely pole. As his ass spread open around the midway point of that shaft, he finally let a whine slip from his maw, eyes fogged with the pain of being spread so far, that virgin tailstar hugging that spear in a lewd 'o'.

The old dragon paused once he heard the soft, squeaking sound echo from the red drake's throat, holding his cock in deep into those bowels and relishing the hold that Ignitus had around his cock wedged down inside of his pucker. So pent up and lusty after the guardian was the Chronicler, that it only took a few minutes before he began to gently rock his hips, swaying them back and forth and beginning to saw in and out an inch or two of his length at a time. A slow steady pace building up as he softly began to fuck the red dragon beneath him, relishing a bit shamefully the way the sudden motion made the male squeal.

As that prick pulled at his rim on its way back, Ignitus would gasp and gouge the ground with his claws, the sensation of that cock tugging out of him and then stuffing back in something that he had not been expecting. Through the pain, he could feel the smallest trickle of pleasure, the next sound escaping his maw just as surprising to him as the dragon rutting him as he moaned. The low sound caught him off guard and made his cheeks turn an even darker shade of red as another few inches pushed down into his rump and he held back a second moan from leaving his lips.

The Chronicler practically grinned as he heard the younger male groan, hips bucking forward a bit harder as the sound only encouraged him to go deeper, feeling more and more of his length dip into that tight rear and the warmth surrounding his cock made him pant. The friction was incredible, dragging up and down his flesh each time he passed through that rim, only to enjoy the way the passage beyond hugged his spire and made him grunt in anticipation of pulling back and doing it all over again. Soon, he was set into a rut, hips bouncing back and forth as he plunged his cock into that red rump. He hardly noticed as his heavy nuts began to slap off of those scaled hinds.

Ignitus felt every inch that was being driven down inside of him, back arching some, pushing his rear up into the old dragon thrusting into his rump, pounding him with more and more of that shaft till their hips met with a lewd clap of scales. It was then that the guardian would groan and tremble beneath the male rutting him, that cock buried to the hilt within him beginning to poke and grind over his prostate, the pleasure arching through him making his own bright pink shaft throb and drool beneath him. Ignitus told himself that he wasn't enjoying the humping he was receiving, just doing it to complete his transformation into the Chronicler, but as his cock leapt and spewed his seed along the stone floor, there was little he could do to deny that the male rutting him was pushing him toward his own release.

The Chronicler could feel the male beneath him tense and grip down hard around the root of his dick each time he hilted within the male, nose picking up on the scent of arousal from the dragon beneath him as he continued to hammer his aged hinds against Ignitus'. Once more, his pace increased, claws gripping into the stone and propelling his hips forward to slurp his cock down into that pre smeared tunnel eagerly swallowing up his member. Once more, the old drake could feel his legs begin to tremble, that tell tale tingle traveling up the underside of his cum-vein as he prepared to unload a second time into the dragon beneath him.

Ignitus no longer felt the small stabs of pain from his rear each time the Chronicler pumped his cock down inside of him, the feeling drowned out by the immense pleasure that arched through his cock whenever that girth would jab against his prostate and cause the guardian to shudder from head to toe. Surprisingly, his tail had even curled up to rest around the blue-grey dragon's back only signaling him on to keep rutting the fire drake for everything that he had. Every heavy pound of those hips made Ignitus begin to lower his chest, the dragon completely submitting to the male on his back as his own shaft began to leap and spew forth thick strands of pre, signalling his inevitable peak.

A deep roar echoed from the ancient dragon's maw as he felt his cock harden within that rear as he continued to pump his hips, thick wads of seed beginning to spill from his cock as his nuts pulsed and sent rope after rope of his slimey, warm goo deep into Ignitus tightly gripping ass. Heavy spurts of that spunk smearing through his tunnel and coating the Chronicler's member till he had filled the red dragon to the brim and that milky white fluid began to dribble from his abused tailhole and roll down over his balls. That second load was just as heavy and long as the last, giving the guardian everything he could squeeze from his orbs in an attempt to claim Ignitus for his own.

The blossoming warmth filling the red dragon's gut and the continually pounding of that pleasure button deep inside of him was enough to set Ignitus off as well, body tensing as he whimpered through his own release, cock jumping underneath him to spurt and coat his chest and belly in his own seed. The thick spunk splashed out along the floor, pooling beneath him and roping along his scales as Ignitus spent his load across the stone without shame that he had just been rutted to climax by another male. At least there was no shame yet.

The Chronicler began to drop his weight onto Ignitus, lowering them both till he was simply resting upon the drake on the cool stone floor, the guardian laying in a slick puddle of his own seed, making him whine a bit as it smeared upon his belly scales. Surprisingly enough, the old dragon noticed a very slight roundness to the fire dragon's belly, meaning that their was plenty of thick sticky seed rolling around in that gut that the rite was now overly successful, due to no small part of trickery on the blue-grey dragon's behalf.

Ignitus' ecstasy wore off eventually, leaving him a sticky mess beneath the male lying upon his back, making no move to remove himself from his rear, only adding to the red dragon's embarrassment. He began to shift around a bit, seeing if he couldn't slip that softly pulsing girth from his pucker as they lay there.

The Chronicler chuckled, curling his hips up tight against that rump as the dragon beneath him squirmed about, hugging him firmly in his forelegs. "Rest now, Ignitus. The last of the rite is nearly complete, and when you wake tomorrow morning, you will have taken your place as the new guard of the dragon's history. You will be the Chronicler." With that, the old tired drake shut his eyes, resting his head down on top of the fire drake's shoulders and letting sleep slowly overcome him.

Ignitus would have liked to object, hardly able to rest with that spire still lodged up so firmly inside of him, but as the old Chronicler slowly drifted off to sleep, there was little he could do to argue. With a sigh, he tried to get comfortable, taking nearly an hour before his sore tailhole let him finally pass into unconsciousness, filling his head with dreams of his fellow guardian and the lives they led together. Only he had never remembered there being so many cocks involved.