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There were certain problems with being a nomadic tribe. First and foremost among them was that in the world they lived in, many things remained entirely unknown. To move from place to place, with everything always changing... There was plenty of things to discover, yes, and this particular tribe had found both great beauty and terrible danger.

This, however, was something different entirely.

The fields around them blossomed with flowers that glowed a faint blue in the moonlight. It was a beautiful sight, if one did not know the history of it - and that history had been lost ages ago. It was the site of a battle between the strongest of paladins and the most fearsome of demons, and it had ended in a draw. The demon's temptations couldn't quite take the paladin's heart, nor could the paladin bring himself to slay the demon.

They had isolated themselves from others in a compromise of sorts. The paladin had agreed to stay with the demon in that one spot, provided that the demon didn't corrupt anyone else - and that had been the first deal the demon fully honored, perhaps because of the strength of the paladin's heart. Alas, even a demon's mere presence can change things, even tempered by the power of a paladin - and so those flowers grew. Beautiful things, certainly, but while they weren't malicious in nature...

Every so often, they had very unique effects.

"Do you smell that, father?" The dragon frowned, sniffing lightly at the air. Daust was a handsome dragon, a male still in his prime despite his age. He'd left the tribe the moment he'd matured enough, seeking to learn more about the world around them outside the confines of their tribe.

It was one of the best decisions he'd made, in his eyes. There had been discrimination he'd faced, certainly; people were afraid of dragons, particularly those who could bend magic to their will. It didn't help that Daust was an unusual breed of dragon, with a faint layer of fuzz working its way through the scales around his head - tufts of hair that were the same color as his scales. Though it gave him a gentler look, it only meant that other dragons shunned him as well.

Dragons of the nomadic variety had evolved to be able to live in both hot and cold climates. Their bodies could grow a certain amount of hair as a result, allowing them to better trap heat when the weather was cold - and when it was warm, well, they could just burn it off with their magic.

"Smell what?" Sekou tilted his head at his son. He was larger than the other dragon, with horns that curved around his head and far, far more body hair. He'd insisted on not getting any of it shaved, actually, even when they were in warmer climates. Something about it being manly. "I might be getting old, son. Can't smell a thing."

Daust shook his head. If his father couldn't smell it, it probably wasn't anything important. "Ah, nevermind that. As I was saying - I have missed you, father." He smiled up at the man, feeling strangely shy. "I have much to tell you."

"Best you do so over a warm cup of tea, eh?" the elderly dragon replied, smiling down at his son. He'd already started boiling the tea, including a few petals from the strange new flowers he'd found in the region. They always tasted good, he found. "If you missed me so much, maybe you shouldn't have left! You've lost out on quite a bit over the past couple of years."

"And I have learned plenty more," Daust said with a chuckle. "I have a mate of my own, now. He is being guided around the tribe by Akesh, at the moment."

"Akesh, eh?" Sekou rose a brow. "Best be careful leaving your mate around him, my boy. You know his... reputation."

"I do indeed." Daust's smile was faintly amused. "Last I saw, he had already begun to work his charms on dear Travis. I am not concerned; we are quite open with our bodies."

"I can see that." Sekou stared for a moment at his son. They were both garbed in the traditional clothing of the tribe, of course, but that only meant so much more of their bodies were exposed - it was rare that they bothered to wear more than a loincloth, especially in the warmer climates.

His son, it seemed, had picked up the habit. It was... surprisingly hard not to stare. Especially with the way those tribal tattoos wrapped around the sinew of his back.

Daust fidgeted slightly under his father's gaze, not knowing quite what to make of it. The male had always been handsome, and he'd always thought of him as such - but he hadn't seen Sekou for a number of years, now, and this was the first time he'd actually thought of his father as... attractive.

He banished the thought quickly. There were some lines that shouldn't be crossed.

"And what about yourself, father?" Daust spoke, changing the subject quickly. "You have travelled far since I first left the tribe - I am lucky I was able to find you at all. You have encountered much beauty, I assume?"

"And plenty of horror," Sekou said with a slightly relieved laugh at the change of subject. He placed a cup of tea by his son, seating himself at the table and gesturing for his son to sit as well. "I had to defend the tribe many a time, clad in nothing but this loincloth!" He gestured jovially to the little bit of fabric he wore, and Daust felt his mouth dry, just a little.

To imagine his father in battle, a light sheen of sweat on his scales while he fought off terrible creatures, with nothing but a small piece of cloth to cover his surely impressive loins... It did a little more to him than he should have, and he inhaled, trying to clear his head. If anything, however, that strangely sweet smell in the air only became stronger, making his head cloud slightly.

"You must have been quite the man," Daust replied, smiling at his father and sipping at the tea. The warm liquid slid down his throat, the sensation reminding him of the many times he'd worked to please his mate -

I should not be thinking of this now, he reprimanded himself. I am with my father.

Unbeknownst to him, however. Sekou was sharing much the same thoughts. It was difficult - distracting - to think of his son with a mate; he could only imagine how beautiful his son would look, a faint gleam of pleasure in his eyes as he took his mate from behind. Or perhaps he would be on the bottom, would be moaning with pleasure and bliss as his hole was stretched and taken.

But he was Daust's father. He couldn't take advantage of his son like that; it wasn't proper, wasn't right...

Oh gods, he wanted to, though. He thought perhaps he could smell what Daust had mentioned before, and a part of him thought he should perhaps be concerned - but instead his eyes kept being drawn back to his son's muscles, to his gleaming scales and well-trained body. He took a sip from his cup of tea, hand trembling slightly as he fought the lust that threatened to rise; even now, his shaft was filling with blood. Only the table hid the slowly rising loincloth from view.

"Of course I was." Sekou gave his son a small little smirk, not quite realising how flirtatious it looked. It was so easy to give in to the slowly rising lust. The invading smell permeated his senses, and he could feel himself getting hornier. He needed something... And no matter how much and how often he tried to shove it from his mind, it kept returning. "You know me, son. I'm quite the warrior."

"I have seen you fight." Daust smiled a little, swallowing and trying to fight back his own growing arousal. Something about the taste in the tea and the smell in the air left a strange heat lingering in his body... He was barely aware of the next words he uttered, even as he said them. "Perhaps we should test our skills against one another once more. You may find that I, too, have gained some skills in combat..."

And in the bedroom, his mind thought traitorously, and he banished the thought. A faint blush was showing through the scales on his face, a combination of biology and magic that allowed dragons to better express their emotions. Or, in some cases, embarrass them.

Sekou didn't fail to notice the blush. It took him a moment to understand what it might mean - but when he did, he found that he was harder than ever. Perhaps his son shared the same feelings he did? It was so wrong, but... he was horny, and he needed release, and surely it wasn't so bad to simply share their bodies... Daust had mentioned being open, after all.

Surely his mate wouldn't mind if his Daust's father had his way with him, to... test the goods, so to speak. He licked his lips without quite realising it, staring at his son, at the handsome male he had become. "I don't think it's your skills in combat I want to test, my boy..."

Daust blinked at this. He shivered, feeling suddenly hot in spite of the cold atmosphere of the room they were in; he averted his eyes, the bush on his face growing a little stronger. "I-Is that so, father?"

Sekou chuckled. Perhaps it was wrong, but... the lust was growing, clouding his mind, and he stood from the table. He wasn't forcing it on his son, after all, he told himself - he was just showing off a little. The choice that Daust made was his own.

Of course, with the mist gently nudging both of their minds, pushing them both towards impossible arousal... It wasn't much of a choice at all.

Daust stares at his father's loincloth, the fabric jutting straight out from the man's crotch, held up by his erection. He was barely aware of his actions as he reached out to slip the loincloth off his father's waist; Sekou's cock was thick and long, faint veins visible under the foreskin. A clear bead of precum had formed at the tip, and it looked...

It looked so good.

His tongue flicked out, tasting the bead of pre, and he moaned softly at the mixture of salt and musk that flooded into his mouth. Sekou rumbled softly, clearly pleased; he spread his legs a little wider, showing off his body. "Like what you see, my boy?"

"Y... yes." Daust breathed a heated breath over his father's cock, gently rubbing it with a hand almost as though fascinated by it. He wasn't new to this by any means, but this was his father's, and it felt as though he should give it some special attention. He grasped it gently and stroked, stretching the dragon's skin up and down his shaft, almost mesmerized by it. "You have such a nice cock, father..."

"Never thought I'd hear that coming from you," Sekou said with a laugh, growing a little more confident. He rolled his hips slightly, letting his cock nudge into Daust's face and leaving a trail of precum on the scales of his cheek. "You have a nice mouth. I'd say you should put it to use."

Daust gulped a little at the words and the thought, the taboo of it somehow making it more attractive than ever. He wanted to. He wasn't sure why he wanted to so badly; his father had always been an attractive man, but he'd never before felt such an overwhelming lust - not even with his mate. It made it hard to think clearly.

Besides, he had always been an obedient son, hadn't he? Perhaps he should obey his father again...

Slowly, a little hesitantly at first, the dragon took his father's cock into the warm cavern of his maw. The first thing that struck him was the taste; it was so similar to his own, yet more matured somehow - older. He tasted salt and the scent of male musk underneath it, tasted the precum that was starting to leak in greater droves out of his father's cock...

And he moaned. It was a small sound, but it was there.

"You like that, do you?" Sekou smirked, wrapping his hands around his son's head and gently nudging the younger male further down on his cock. "Worship it, boy. Show your father how much you care."

Daust shuddered as he took more of that aching shaft into his mouth, his father's manhood feeling more and more like it belonged in his mouth - like he was doing exactly what a good son should, fulfilling his father's lusts and fantasies.

The dragon had never been quite so focused on a single thing before. It was all the concentration required of spellcasting, yet dedicated to pleasing his father, pleasuring him. He could feel every throb of blood through Sekou's cock, every twitch of his shaft as his father moaned and precum was drawn from the tip - and he swallowed every drop eagerly.

It wasn't enough, of course. It couldn't be enough, not for either of them, in the state they were in. Daust moaned softly, the vibrations travelling down his father's cock; one hand fondled the older man's balls, teasing the sensitive flesh while another went to his own and began to stroke. He'd meant only to tease himself and lessen the pressure that was slowly increasing in his loins, but...

He couldn't help himself. The pleasure that ran through him the moment he touched himself was greater than anything he'd felt before, perhaps because of how forbidden their situation was, because of the pleasure that they were both desperately taking from it. What was supposed to be a teasing stroke became vigorous rubs as he began desperately fucking his hand; drool escaped from his mouth as it loosened around his father's cock...

And Sekou noticed, of course. He growled softly, forcing his son's head further down on him, making Daust deepthroat his shaft. The dragon beneath him moaned, and if anything his strokes became all the more eager; it was a mere short moment before Daust came with a desperate cry, his seed splattering across the floor of their home and his father's feet...

"That eager for my cock, were you?" Sekou said with a raise of his brow, a cocky smirk on his lips. He pulled back, grinning as his son desperately tried to follow him, to taste more of his cock - but he held the dragon away with a hand. "Oh no. An eager son like you deserves to be properly rewarded..."

Daust's breath caught. Was his father talking about what he thought he was talking about? The idea became intensely appealing as he considered it; his father had lived for years in the tribe, after all, and no doubt had far greater experience than he. How good would he be at fucking his own son?

"You know what to do," Sekou whispered. Daust nodded slowly. He fell onto his hands and knees, turned himself to reveal tight buns and an eager hole. His tail raised and his legs spread, and Sekou _groaned_ at the sight. To think his son would look so hot, eager to be fucked by his own father...

He couldn't wait anymore. His cock had been lubricated liberally, both by a mixture of his son's saliva and his own precum; all he had to do was press his shaft against the other dragon's tailhole, and it almost seemed to draw him in. Daust pushed back against him with a moan, his cock hardening quickly again as he did so.

"Never thought... my own son... would be so eager to be taken by his father," Sekou grunted,panting as he forced his thick length deeper into the moaning dragon beneath him. A low growl left Daust's throat as he pushed himself back on his father, wanting to feel more of that throbbing shaft inside of him.

He wanted more. He needed more.

"P-please..." Daust groaned out. "A-ah, father..."

"I know, son." Sekou's voice was almost gentle, though he grunted with how tight his son's ass was around his cock, how the powerful muscles of the dragon's passage squeezed around his shaft. "You need me. You want me to mark you, don't you? To fill you with my seed?"

"Yes..." Daust gasped, his eyes glazed with lust. His cock ached beneath him, quickly hard again and ready to blow. "Please, father..."

"As you wish, son," Sekou smirked.

So began an intense flurry of thrusts, the older dragon leveraging everything he had in experience against his son. His cock rammed quickly into the other dragon. His thrusts were long at first, Sekou pulling out entirely before shoving his cock back in, his balls slapping against his son's own -

• but that wasn't enough for him, after a while. He sped up, grunting, his muscles flexing and sweating with power; it took only moments before he was jerking himself in and out of his son with gasps of breath, barely half his cock leaving the younger male's body at any one time.

Daust, of course, could only moan desperately beneath him. One hand curled around his own cock, stroking desperately in time with his father's thrusts - and as they sped up, so did his own. Every time Sekou paused to grind into him, he stroked faster; every time his father growled against his ear, he gathered a bit of his own pre and tasted it, showing Sekou exactly how horny his son was.

All too soon, Sekou let out a roar, his thrusts reaching a crescendo of strength and fury as he pounded into his son - claiming the dragon for his own, and daring anyone to challenge that claim. His seed flooded into Daust's passage, hot and wet, and his son could only cry out with pleasure and need as he felt the liquid drip out of his rump.

He came soon after, his cum spurting out onto his chest and dripping onto the floor - and it was only then, when both their minds began to clear, that they heard the moans and lustful groans coming from outside.

It turned out the flowers the nomadic tribe had chosen to take camp nearby had a strange effect, every once in a while. They would release a strange mist that was barely visible in the air, but had an oddly sweet odour... and anyone within range would have their inner lusts amplified, intense and powerful. Daust watched as his mate returned to him, a dazed smile on the raptor's face as draconic seed dripped from his rear.

"Had fun, dear?" Daust chuckled. Travis glanced from the dragon to the older male beside him, both stained with cum, and laughed.

"As much as you two did, apparently."

To their credit, both men blushed - though when plans were made to visit again, neither one protested.