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***Story description***

A distressed dragon seeks shelter. His brother betrayed him. The humans threatened him. Only a lone, benevolent dragon offers the path to a calmer life, yet the price for kindness is not always paid with mere gratitude, but with hot, fertile seed.

***Story starts below***

Every step he took was seething agony, but Vrelgor couldn't stop. Slow and steadily, placed one leg ahead of the other. With each step, the leaves under his feet turned red with the crimson coating of blood.

His blood, dripping from more places than he cared to count. To his pain addled mind, every step, every jerk of his torn wings, every swish of a tail felt like his brother's claws all tore into him all over again.

"Grrr..." the blue dragon's throat rumbled with pained discomfort as his unsteady paw slid on the damp leaves. He extended his wings just in time to steady himself, yet in doing so he widened the vicious gashes that split his fine cerulean membrane into bleeding stripes.

He turned his neck around, dabbing his tongue at a wound, hissing from the heated sting rushing through his flesh. Vrelgor licked a couple of times, then fixed his eyes ahead. He couldn't linger. Not when his brother kept hunting him.

His agile legs had no troubles maneuvering between the trees. His proud wings ate the sky in no time. Why wasn't he here? Was he taunting his prey? Trying to teach his little brother another lesson in survival?

Vrelgor gritted his jaws, fear rushing through his limbs when his brother's fangs flashed before his eyes. Sharp, wicked, ready to sink through the soft scales of a young, terrified dragon. Vrelgor took another step.

Pain forced his thoughts to shift, sparing him from the tormenting bite, only to put him in the middle of the most terrifying part of the lesson.

Vrelgor forced his legs into a quicker pace. No. He couldn't remember that. He didn't want to remember.

Yet his frenzied instincts kept him going at the expense of his sanity. Fear was a powerful motivator. Fear was what still kept him alive. Twist snapped under the dragon's feet. The lower branches shifted and trembled, slapped by his wounded wings. Vrelgor ran as fast as he could, yet his feet couldn't offer him reprieve from the storm that still raged within his mind.

Krelgor towered above him, his black wings spread over him like the darkest night. They weren't scary. Far from it. Those sharp, snowy dripping with the eagerness to hurt terrified the young blue dragon.

Vrelgor stood under his brother, pinned by two large, heavy paws. The weight crushed the air out of his chest, and the sharp tips almost pushed through his scales.

"Kill for me, brother. Hunt with me. You WILL destroy the humans, or you shall meet their fate."

Vrelgor couldn't speak even if he wanted to. He closed his eyes, then roared louder than he ever did in his life, filling the cave with agonizing pain as sharp claws mercilessly tore through his scales.

"Nrrhh," he dispelled the grim memory with a shake of his head. Something was close. Something familiar. His nostrils widened to take the scents. He knew them. Dangerous. Obvious, even amidst the overpowering smell of blood.

Vrelgor immediately panicked. He took a sudden turn, crashing his right wing into the trunk of a tree. He muffled his roar between clenched teeth, yet the sound still carried. The fallen leaves shuffled with the weight of footsteps.

Velgor ran, ignoring the pain lancing through his wings with every twig he broke, blocking the agony surging through his wounded legs. He was coming. Krelgor was coming to fulfill his promise.

Overwhelming fear fueled his stamina. Any other dragon would have crashed into the ground, but Vrelgor kept going, panting wildly, running from the footsteps that kept gaining ground on him.

"He's here!"

He turned his head towards the voice. A blur moved through the trees. Krelgor?

Vrelgor whipped his head back to the path. Trees no longer grew before his eyes, but humans. A whole company of them.

His claws curled inwards. Chunks of earth tore along with fistful of leaves. Vrelgor whipped his tail to the side, adding weight to the sudden turn he took a moment too late. Under the sharp tug of gravity, his whole body collapsed along with any hope for survival. Vrelgor cried in pain, broken, helpless before the bringers of his demise.

"He's down!"

"Make sure he stays that way. Swords, in the front. Bows, take aim!"

The armor clad warriors pointed at him with long, sharpened steel. Swords, they called them. And the vertical sticks with shiny tipped twigs were bows and arrows. This was how death looked like. Shiny, and cold, and unyielding.

"Ready!"

The dragon closed his eyes.

"Halt!" A strong voice boomed through their ranks.

Vrelgor opened his eyes. A human was approaching him, dressed in polished iron, and carrying a huge sword on his back. Was it...a dragon slayer? He only heard about them from his brother's tales, never having the chance to see one until now.

"Captain? What are you doing?"

"Get behind us. The beast is dangerous!"

"Stand your ground!" he sent back the shields with a swing of his hand. "Can't you see this dragon is wounded? He can barely keep his head up."

"What if it breathes fire?"

"I heard they can twist even the wind! It's not safe for you to get so close to him, captain!"

This captain or whatever he was dismissed the clamor rising behind him. He kept advancing, his brown eyes fixed on Velgor, devoid of any trace of fear.

He kneeled.

"You definitely aren't the one I'm after," the human said softly. "Can you speak common tongue, dragon?"

Vrelgor opened his maw, letting out a frail, pained growl.

In an instant, all the bows, staves, and swords surrounded the captain.

"They're not going to hurt you, dragon. Not unless I command them to," the human crawled a bit closer.

Vrelgor would have growled at him if he still had the strength. Right now, he was nothing more than a hatchling in a predator's den.

"You bear extensive injuries. Here, and here," the human pointed with a finger. "These aren't caused by any weapons I know. May I know who harmed you?"

One of his companions scoffed. "You're wasting your time, captain. The beast won't talk to you. All they know is to roar, pillage and destroy."

"I agree with Targred. Don't tempt a wounded beast. Not one the size of two fucking bears!"

The captain pursed his lips. He stood up, waving a hand towards the wounded dragon, fixing the bowman who spoke with an icy glare. "Does it look dangerous to you, Farendril? What do you see when you look upon this dragon?"

The bowman spat on the ground. "Don't even want to look."

"Then don't presume you know better than me. Angwyn, Destor! To me."

Two men clad in agile clothes made their way to their captain's side.

"Take out your healing kits. See what you can use to stop the bleeding."

"Captain, you aren't thinking of-"

"Not thinking. Doing it," the captain patted his healers. "Get to it, men. The rest of you can take watch duty. Leave me a moment."

"But what if the beast-"

The human gulped down his words and backed off along with the others. Within a couple of heartbeats, they all left, even the healers. Only the captain remained, with his shiny metals and his big, menacing sword.

"My men are a stubborn but loyal sort. They'll listen."

Vrelgor switched on his side. He lifted a trembling wing halfway in the air, then curled his head around to lick the clogged blood from his marred membrane. He managed two licks before something touched him. His first reaction was to growl, but then his eyes met the human's, and his menacing rumble turned into a weak, pitiful moan.

"Wait for my healers. They'll patch you up better than your tongue ever will, but you also have to promise not to harm either of them. I'm putting my trust in you, dragon. Can you do the same for me?"

Vrelgor blinked. Brother always said humans were vile, a stain that needed to be cleaned out from the world. Why, then, was this captain so kind? He wasn't a monster, a killer, or a slayer. Quite the contrary, the warm gleam in his eyes oozed pity...maybe even concern.

Vrelgor pushed his snout against his hand once more, letting out a heavy sigh as the human's cold skin made contact with the warm tip of his snout. Every instinct in his body warned him of danger, but then again, humans never harmed him as much as his brother did.

The human pulled his hand back after a quick stroke. He remained there, watching silently until the two robed men returned, carrying cloth and baskets filled with smelly substances.

"This is going to hurt quite a bit. You need something to bite on?"

The dragon shook his head.

"Well then, keep still. It will all be over quickly."

Vrelgor hissed, growled, even roared as the healers poured their burning concoctions over his wounds. The rakes along his chest were manageable. Scales managed to protect him decently. The minor wounds along his sides weren't bad either.

It was the wings that burned the most. Vrelgor couldn't contain the entire might of his instincts. His paws lashed out, pushing the two humans away.

"I can't work like this," one of them picked his basket and stepped back.

"Me neither. To damnation with this. Since when are we supposed to nurse these killers back to health?"

"I gave you one simple command. If you think your fortitude is insufficient from completing this task, then leave. But not with those," he pointed at the supplies.

The two were more than eager to part with their belongings. They ran back, muttering and cursing.

"Apologies for that," the captain grabbed a basket and crouched between the dragon's trembling legs. "Some of us have a harder time forgetting the past. We seek reasons to hate despite how much it harms us. I've seen men who killed their own kin without remorse, and I've heard tales of dragons like you who just want a safe place to raise your hatchlings."

The human picked a strap of cloth and poured a cerulean substance on it. "See, dragon? None of our species is completely flawed. Like the weather or the sky, nothing is constant. Everything changes. I always thought dragons care for their own, and here you are, bleeding from the wounds inflicted by your kin.

Vrelgor's paws twitched. He knew. How?

"I believe the way we view this conflict between our two worlds should adapt too. Evolve into something different. Something better for both of us. May I heal your wing now? I cannot promise it won't hurt, but what I know is that your wounds will heal much quicker."

Vrelgor spread his wing, then hissed when the human pushed the damp cloth between the wide cuts. He writhed on the ground, moaning and growling, forcing himself to endure the constant assault of sharp, battering pain.

Relief came when both wings were finished. The captain was tending to the punctures bleeding between his flanks, sliding the cloth smoothly over the moistened scales. He went along each limb, climbing up to the clawed digits. He put a lot of trust in a dragon to venture so fearlessly between claws that had the size of his fingers.

When all the limbs were done, he moved to the tail until something coaxed a weird sound out of his mouth.

Vrelgor perked his head to see him staring at the wan crevice running between his hind legs.

"We've been calling you a 'he' all this time, when truthfully, I have no idea if you're male or female. This proves a point on how much we really know about dragons."

Vrelgor poked his back with the tip of his tail, and the human quickly worked on treating the remaining scratches. After that, he bandaged the wings and covered the wider gashes with stripes of white cloth, warning him not to lick them off. For Vrelgor, it was already hard not to. The mixture that kept the cloth tied to him itched rather badly!

"Well, that's done," the human stepped back to admire his work. "I'm not a healer, but I can definitely tell you look a lot better now. Red doesn't fit you very well."

His lips stretched. Something akin to a growl reverberated in his throat. Vrelgor could tell he was pleased, though not why he expressed himself in that fashion. Humans were still so weird to him.

"Well, I guess it's time to part ways. Keep safe, dragon. And try not to burn down our settlements. I'm not sure if you're fit to fly in your particular condition."

With that, he turned around and left, leaving Vrelgor confused and conflicted. Why has he bothered to stand up to his men, waste precious resources, risk himself for no tangible reward? It was too strange. Unfit for many humans and dragons alike.

Vrelgor picked himself up. He caught up to the human, who turned around, grabbing the head that poked him.

"Whoa, oh! Didn't expect you to sneak up on me."

Vrelgor touched his wounded wing, then pointed his head to the valley rising behind him.

"Still hurts, eh? It'll pass in a moon or so. Give it time."

He growled. That wasn't it. He repeated the gesture, but without words, the human was lost as a hatchling dropped from his cave.

"I don't understand. The valley? Is that where your cave is located? You want me to visit you?"

Vrelgor snarled. He looked down at his feet, then raked his claws along the ground, slowly turning his growl into a pained moan.

"Hurts...hurt. The mountains hurt you? No, no..." he shook his head before his eyes suddenly lit up. "A dragon. The dragon who hurt you lives there, doesn't he?"

The blue dragon bowed his head.

"We'll take care of him. Make sure he doesn't hurt man or dragon anytime soon. Thank you. You've been...helpful. Different. I'll let my city know of this encounter. Your benevolence shall be passed down from home to home until every human knows there are good dragons roaming our skies. Oh, and speaking of dragons, my scouts spotted one nestling in the forests to the west. You might want to venture there. Heard he's the friendly sort."

After a long stroke along the snout and another farewell, the human went to his group, and Vrelgor resumed his trek through the wilderness, aiming north, following the river that slithered towards the mountains. As benevolent as that dragon might have been, it could offer nothing but trouble, and in his wounded state, Vrelgor preferred to stay out of it.

He walked at a slow pace until the sky acquired the fiery nuances of late noon. Nightfall was going to be upon him. He looked at the mountains rising ahead, their looming shapes still half a day away of walking on foot. Sleeping under the bare sky seemed to be an inevitable choice until a roar disturbed the silence.

Vrelgor froze. That one was too close to his liking. He looked ahead, trying to pinpoint the location of the other dragon.

He flew right above the canopy. Blazes, but he was a quick one to notice intruders. It took Vrelgor only a moment to realize the smell of blood and human ointments wasn't exactly subtle.

There was no way out of this. He slowly settled on the ground, with his belly exposed, waiting for the owner of this territory to arrive.

A mote of gold twisted between the branches a few heartbeats later, landing like a flaming star. He certainly bore the color of one. Bronze scales covered most of his muscular body, lightening a bit along his belly. His wings had the color of sand, just like his claws, and his emerald eyes were ever watchful. Vrelgor felt small, helpless before this grizzled dragon.

"My, aren't you the shyest visitor I ever had?" the bronze tucked his wings to his body as he approached. "I had reds, blacks, greens, even other bronze dragons coming into my cave, but I never stumbled upon a blue before."

Vrelgor's tail recoiled when the bronze touched it.

"Sensitive too, I see. How unfortunate for you. I will not be able to help myself from inspecting you. After all, you bear such a striking color. Where should I start from? The head?" the dragon slowly approached his snout, nostrils flaring with obvious interest.

Vrelgor cocked his head back until his neck felt on the verge of snapping. The bronze still advanced, approaching more and more until the tips of their snouts touched.

"Mrrrhhh..." he rumbled softly. "Warm. So warm, and so cold at the same time."

The blue whined when a broad sandy wing draped over his body.

"You're trembling like a leaf. Is it because of me, my dearest blue? Or are these pesky wounds to blame?" he turned his eyes upon the bandages. "Human made trash. How ineffective. I am going to cover your injuries you with real reagents when I take you to my cave."

Vrelgor tensed up. Cave? Was he...? No. He wanted to remain here, in the forest, not in this strange dragon's company!

"Don't look so surprised, precious. You've got serious wounds under those human rags. The smell of blood was what drew me to you in the first place...along with something else, of course," the big male smiled, revealing the tips of his pristine fangs. "You don't mind if I sniff around a little bit I hope. I get very excited when cute dragons venture in my territory. I need to smell, touch, feel them, yes yes," he licked his snout. "So, tail, or head?"

Vrelgor buried his head under a paw.

"Head then."

The bronze was certainly taking his time. His nostrils found every place, every crevice they could sneak upon. Vrelgor even had his claws inspected before this damnable bronze approached his tail. Vrelgor looked forward to a night of tranquility. He imagined himself falling asleep to the sounds of wilderness when something warm slithered along his slit.

His eyes bulged open when that turned out to be a tongue.

"Rrraaaahhhh!" a growl left the bronze's throat, equally as long as the tongue piercing his most intimate place. The bronze dabbed again, and again, tickling his walls, violating his sanctuary, even going as far as touching his cock.

And Vrelgor did nothing about it. Fear froze his limbs. Every time he wanted to push the bronze away, his brother reappeared into his mind, with those spiteful fangs, hateful gaze, and his cruel, sharp claws.

"Raaaahhhh!" the bronze male pulled back, snarling from the potent mixture of scents he just ingested. "My sincere apologies for the...intrusion," a quick lick dispelled the potent response. "You're so young, and I couldn't hold myself back from taking a sample. You taste so..."

He suddenly stopped. "I'm disturbing you, aren't I?"

"Yes. Yes you are," Vrelgor finally spoke. "Please...just leave. I need to rest."

"Out here in the wilderness?"

"Where else?"

"Well, there is a rocky shelter by the river bed that stands unoccupied. There's also a nice clearing a towards those trees, and of course my cave, where you'll be safe and protected from every kind of threat."

"But not from you."

"Dear blue, I'm the least of your concerns right now. In fact, you should come with me. I have herbal mixtures that will knit back your wings in less than a week."

Vrelgor didn't like that proposal. This bronze was odd. His instincts told him to stay away, yet the promise of the open skies convinced him otherwise.

"I will come with you, but you'll have to promise to keep your snout away from my...my..."

"Cock. Got that. Now follow me to that clearing. I know a faster way to get you to my cave."

By faster he meant flying. This bronze, careless bastard swooped down from the sky like an arrow. Vrelgor had but a moment to lock his paws with his. As soon as their claws made contact, he was swooped away from the forest floor and carried above the canopy.

"You're light!" the big male called while his broad wings slapped the air with all their might. "I expected you to be a bit heavier since you're male, but I'm glad I was wrong."

"Just...just fly!" Vrelgor said, his maw trembling with fright.

He held on for dear life while the wind brushed past him. He dared not open his eyes out of fear. The sky was never kind to the wingless, and right now, in his crippled state, the young blue felt like the deer he often hunted.

Fortunately, the cave was not far away. Vrelgor found solid stone under his back soon enough. He rolled onto his belly, growling at the amused bronze.

"That fall really hurt!"

"Do I have six limbs to you, dear dragon? I did the best I could without adding my weight on top of you...unless you enjoy being under a striking male like me."

Vrelgor bared his fangs in disgust and looked away. "I don't like males."

"Really?" he padded closer. "It must be hard, hating yourself like that."

"No. That's not what I meant," he turned his head back. "All the males in my life were vicious, more concerned about inflicting pain upon their enemies rather than caring for their nest. My father died fighting humans, and my brother...my brother..."

"Rrrrh," the bronze pushed his snout under the young blue's, nuzzling gently. "Don't speak. Not now, when you already carry so many wounds upon your body."

"He did this. He-"

The shove hit his neck hard enough to produce a coughing response.

"I meant that. Now come. You spent too much time with that human slime upon your wounds."

Vrelgor followed the male inside his cave. And what a cave he had. A rift allowed the blazing light of the afternoon to pour through the upper parts of the cave, basking the vegetation growing along the rivulet of water with nurturing warmth.

This strange, male loving bronze had his own world here, intimate and safe from the outside world.

"You're looking quite fondly. Never seen a forest in a cave before?"

"Not until this day," Vrelgor pushed his snout through a couple of ferns. "How did you find this bounty of life?"

"I've lived here all my life," the bronze seated himself on the grassy bank, his tail tip dipping into rivulet of trickling water every now and then. "My parents took over this cave during one of their mating seasons and laid all the eggs here."

"How big was your clutch?"

"Six, including me," the bronze said. "three males, two females, all sharing my parent's desire to explore. The snowy reaches of the SnowFangs attracted them more than my cave it seems. A shame, really. My brothers were quite courageous where pleasure was involved."

He spoke fondly of pleasure. Vrelgor thought he noticed a speck of green nestled under his belly, but the bronze was quick enough to move his leg in the way.

"I'm talking too much. I should treat your wounds first."

"Only if you want to."

The bronze took quite the offense at the reticent reply, submitting Vrelgor to another nuzzling session before taking him deeper inside, where the ground was hard and the walls warm. He lay on the stone, licking his claws, waiting for the bronze dragon to return with the healing reagents he spoke so highly about.

"He's strange," he said between licks. "What pleasure was he talking about? Sleeping? Hunting? Talking? He certainly has a vocal maw."

And a sneaky tongue too. Vrelgor's legs shifted when he remembered how his inner muscles shivered when the bronze penetrated them. He felt disgusted, yet at the same time curious how a male even thought about putting his tongue inside a place that should not have been touched. The thought of licking his own gender was nothing but revolting to the young blue.

Clacking claws distracted him from the perils of his slit. Vrelgor looked ahead to see his bronze acquaintance carrying herbs and other supplies inside a basket.

"Stole that from the humans?" he pointed out with his snout.

"Acquired it," the bronze said after he placed it down. "There was a mage who came to this side of the river to gather Pearlflowers. In many ways, I hated him. Even wanted to eat him. But the interest he showed in plants fascinated me. In a way, he gave me the idea of growing my own garden."

"A...garden? What is that?"

"Patience, young blue. First healing, then showing. Now lay down on your side. I will tend to your belly first, then the wings, and we'll see whatever comes after."

"No licking-"

"Under the tail. Heard it the first time, cute paws."

Those paws provided solace during times of intense pain. Vrelgor grabbed onto them with his teeth whenever the bronze pried the human cloth apart from his wounds. One by one, he threw the blood soaked cloth away until the wound stood completely exposed.

He delved a paw into a smelly mixture, then held it up before a twitching wing.

"Grounded seeds, mashed greens, sap from various trees. Gives very little reason to bare your fangs at but you seem to make an exception."

"Something about it smells odd."

"Healing is an odd process, dear dragon. Now grab that paw back into your maw. This is going to hurt quite a bit."

"Grrrrraaaarrrr!"

The sting almost managed to bring tears in his eyes. The young male blinked twice to stare at the concerned bronze.

"Was I too rough? I can spread it with my snout if-"

"No. It's...it's not the pain."

"What else? The smell?"

"My brother," Vrelgor hissed as his flanks were assaulted by the thick paste. "I never thought he could turn on me the way he did. He almost killed me...almost...killed his own nest mate. Why? What put him on this wrong path?"

"That's a question only you can answer."

Vrelgor licked his snout before replying. "He hates the humans for killing our father. That's why he set upon destroying them. Every few nights he flew away from our cave, never saying where he was going until a few moons ago, when he considered me old enough to join him."

"Did you?"

"No. I barely managed to hunt my own prey, least kill humans in their dens. I saw no reason to engage into this senseless massacre. My brother disagreed, and well...you can see the way he reacted."

"You're still lucky," the bronze slid his paw along the side of the slit, insisting in the place situated just above the tailhole. "A sun born dragon like me has his rocks settled right about here. It only takes one swipe, one bite, one powerful grab to end a male's future."

"Hrrr," Vrelgor snarled. "I don't think my brother would have done that."

"Thinking led you into believing he was a loving sibling instead of a deranged hunter."

"He was! He just...changed after mother flew away from the nest. She protected us, and after that, my brother took upon her role as a protector. I think, in a way, he wanted me to become strong."

The bronze growled with amusement. "Dear dragon, there are better and more pleasing ways to display your affection."

Vrelgor was tempted to agree, yet the way that bronze paw rubbed along his tailhole suggested at another one of the bronze's perversions. He remained silent, letting the male work in peace until every wound was completely sealed off behind a wall of smelly paste.

"That should do it," the big male stretched his limbs. "I'd suggest you rest. Let the mixture sink into the wounds."

"Are you leaving?"

"Not if you want me to," he padded closer, stretching a wing over the blue's smaller form. "What would you say we rest together? Every other dragon said my wings are kissed by the sun, and they haven't complained about my tongue either!"

The way he licked his muzzle suggested at something too strange for a wounded dragon to partake in. "I'll...I'll rest alone, but I appreciate your offer. It's...it's very kind of you."

"A cute dragon like you deserves a lot more," the bronze crawled back before standing up on his fours. "I'll check my garden then. Rest well!"

Vrelgor curled around himself. He felt a pang of regret for turning the bronze male's offer down, but at the same time he was relieved to be alone once more. Slowly, he closed his eyes, allowing his senses to sail away along the soothing song of the river.

His dreams were suddenly invaded by sharp pain. The dragon woke up with a growl. No matter how much he tried to rest after that, a cut always stung too fiercely somewhere on his body.

He decided to roam around the cave for a bit until growls attracted his attention. At first, he thought a wild beast sneaked into the cave, yet the more he approached, the clearer the sound became.

Vrelgor pushed through a wall of vegetation to see trees, grasses, flowers, and a plethora of other vegetation growing in distinct patches. This must have been the garden his bronze host spoke so highly about.

Vrelgor carefully walked between the patches of plants, careful not to step on anything frail. The growls became longer, acquiring a trembling pitch. It almost sounded like pain! Was the bronze hurt?

Vrelgor went past a wall of vegetation, then turned right, to a small chamber littered with pots, bowls and other human-made crafts. In the middle stood the bronze male, with his hind legs hugely spread around the big bowl resting near his flank, just within the reach of the humongous erection poking out of his slit.

It was a huge, muscular, vein webbed thing that jerked up far too often. The bronze's green tongue tried to keep it still, wrapping and licking around the verdant shaft and only making the throbbing worse.

"Nrrrhhh!" A long hissing growl escaped through the dragon's half parted maw as his tongue slid over the tip. Drops of translucent stickiness squirted out, painting the insides of the bowl a shade darker.

Vrelgor forced himself not to snarl. The air was so heavy with male musk, he had to cover his nostrils with a paw. The earthly smells helped, yet the groans, the lewd licking, and the dragon's trembling limbs did not help much.

He was enjoying himself far too much. Vrelgor was just about to turn around and leave when his bronze friend curled his tongue around the bulged end of his shaft. A sizzling moan burst from his throat. His toes curled hard towards his padded feet. He gave one feeble thrust, then another, pushing his rock hard cock against the grip of his tongue.

Then, in the span of a breath, his cock suddenly bloated. Thick, milky, sticky seed exploded through the tip, hitting the bowl so hard it clattered.

"Grrrroooaaaaahhhh!" the bronze moaned desperately as he writhed on the ground, spasming and thrashing and moaning. Spears of seed shot into the bowl, filling it with hot, sticky essence much to Vrimith's shock.

His bronze friend, the dragon that sheltered him inside this beautiful cave was wasting his seed for no clear purpose. And he enjoyed spilling every drop. When the waves turned feeble, he aimed the tip towards his maw, savoring the last drops with a satisfied moan.

Vrelgor was too shocked to move. He stood there, watching the bronze lick his cock back into its slit. With that done, he grabbed the bowl inside his maw and placed it near the others. Some contained seeds. Others sheltered leaves, flower petals, roots.

It suddenly made sense why that paste smelled strange. His own seed was included among the list of ingredients.

Vrelgor turned around. His tail slid along a bowl, clattering it just enough to grab unwanted attention.

"My drake!" the bronze shot on his paws. "I didn't expect to see you here. Came to take a stroll around my garden?"

"No!" He hissed. "I came to see you, but I wish I hadn't."

His tail was grabbed by the persistent bronze. He growled at him, but the bastard fearlessly rubbed along his side until their necks aligned.

"I'm sorry. You should have left. Or rather, I should have warned you about what I might do earlier, but I thought-"

"You thought wrong!" Vrelgor shoved his wing into the bronze's side, forcing him back. "Leave me."

"I only wanted to-"

"Leave me alone!" He leaped into the river, rolling along the slippery rocks, allowing the cold water to wash away the healing mixture.

"Don't do that! Stop! You're making your wounds all the worse by cleansing yourself!"

Vrelgor didn't care. He fought back the pain until his scales acquired the pure color of sapphires, then walked towards the bronze until he felt his warm breath upon his forehead.

"You will never use your vile mixture on me. You will not touch me, or lick me, or put that stained tongue anywhere near my scales!"

The bronze growled from behind. He was in pain, just like him, but Vrelgor didn't care. He kept on walking, putting as much distance between himself and that perverted dragon.

That might not have been the best decision he made. The following days were filled with constant pain. He couldn't rest properly, couldn't fly, couldn't even leave the cave in his current condition. He was bound to a place he hated, and Vrelgor could do nothing about it aside from letting time pass, hoping his wounds would heal.

The progress was slow, almost as slow as talking to the bronze. The rift between them widened after the garden incident. Vrelgor spent most of his time alone, pondering his future while the bronze tended to his garden. He came a few times, only to be met with growls and disdain.

Things shifted for the better when he returned with a tasty buck trapped between his jaws. He placed it at Vrelgor's legs, calling it a gesture of friendship. The blue didn't care what it was. He was so hungry he could eat plants. He devoured half of the juicy carcass, then waited, and waited, sizzling with emotion. In his heart, he knew the bronze cared about him. He showed that plenty of times, only to be met with rejection.

After he ate, Vrelgor slowly crawled towards the bronze, keeping his head down, hidden from his emerald eyes until he planted a wet lick on his chin.

The warmth oozing from that dragon's throat warmed him more than a day in the sun. Slowly, he cleaned the blood from his scales, allowing the bronze to return the favor however he liked. Once they were clean, Vrelgor snuggled under a sandy wing. He was tired of being angry and spiteful like his brother. Most of all, he craved for companionship, and the bronze offered plenty. With his head laid on top of Vrelgor's neck, the bronze dabbed his tongue between his horns until the blue dragon fell asleep.

The next day strengthened their bond even further. Vrelgor was carried down to the forest to enjoy a day in the sun. He hunted small animals, lounged in the sun, and relaxed near the river in the company of his new friend. It felt so good to live again. When the sun settled, Vrelgor felt nothing but gratefulness for the dragon that sheltered him under his wing. He couldn't fathom where his hate came from. After all, every dragon was free to enjoy himself however he desired.

Night passed quickly. It was the morning that gave Vrelgor pause, with its musky smell and overflowing heat.

The blue dragon pushed the wing away to allow some cool air to flow through, but it didn't help as much as he expected. His bronze friend still had his head placed on top of his neck, and Vrelgor was pretty sure the moist thing that touched his paw wasn't a claw. With the corner of an eye, he noticed the green tip of the bronze's cock greeting his paw again, and again, then again, stamping his scales each time it throbbed.

He placed his head on the ground and sighed. He would've felt more natural if his own cock wasn't peeking out so indecently. He felt exposed, ashamed, but most of all, in need of relief.

Try as he might, Vrelgor couldn't ignore the combined scents of arousal wafting around his nostrils. He crawled away, careful not to disturb the sleeping bronze, then stood up on his legs. He stretched, one pair at a time, then did the same with his wings, only to hiss in dismay when his member flexed its muscles.

A jolt ran through his spine, forcing him to take an awkward step forward.

He had to keep moving. He walked along the river. The cold water soothed his mind, yet not his arousal. Even the garden, with its many distinctive scents provided little relief for his need.

Vrelgor pushed his head under his belly. A wave of intense scents filled his nostrils, coaxing a soft moan out of his throat. He never saw his cock get so hard before. The tiny barbs layering his head flared to full size, scratching the scales every time his cock slapped against his belly.

"What is happening to me?" he asked while a bead of translucent fluid oozed from his tip. It looked tasty. Enticing even. He flicked his tongue out...

Then whirled his head around, growling and snapping at the air. No. He couldn't want to lick himself there...could he? Vrelgor paced back, trying to erase the heated thoughts passing through his mind.

Yet all he could think about was the bronze's bulging member. The way he strangled his member with his own tongue, the way he bulged and strained himself before exploding with the most satisfied cry Vrelgor ever heard in his life...It was stimulating. Enticing. Desirable.

Vrelgor was so distracted by his thoughts he failed to notice the emerald eyes staring back at him.

"Grar!" he jumped back, flapping his wings with a painful jolt.

"Yes, I am awake. Been like this for a while."

"You've been watching me?"

"In the same way you watched me!" the bronze said with a smile. "What's keeping you on your paws?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Vrelgor laid on his side to shamelessly expose his erection, much to the bronze's delight.

He crawled closer, inhaling the air keenly while his eyes fixed on the problem.

"I noticed it long before you woke up, dear dragon. I just didn't see it fit to do something about it."

"Can you?" the blue's tail jolted from how desperately he asked that particular question.

"Of course. I..." he laid on his side too, lifting his wing and his leg to expose his monstrous erection. "I'm attracted to males. Been like that since I discovered how good it feels when I lick my cock. My brothers and I...we licked each other very often. Then, later on, we started mounting, and I guess the intense pleasure stuck to me."

Vrelgor blinked. "I never thought of touching my brother there. I haven't even looked at his slit!"

"It's normal. You aren't interested in something you can't be aware of. But I acknowledged my intense crave to be with and to pleasure other males. Their scent brings me much joy, and their taste..." he licked his tongue, closing his eyes with desire. "It stirs my senses like nothing else."

Vrelgor throbbed. A squirt of aqueous fluid hurled out of his tip. The bronze too opened his eyes, letting out a short moan. "You are so young, so virile. I would love nothing more than to get another sample of your taste."

"You mean....licking me?" Vrelgor asked shyly.

"Licking, sucking, tasting the seed as it oozes right out of you. I know more ways to bring you pleasure than you can dream of, young dragon. If only you agreed to let me taste you just once, I would have been the happiest dragon on these lands."

Vrelgor shifted for a bit. He was so hard down there. So tense...

"You speak like I will never allow you to taste me."

"Oh, I know you don't want my tongue anywhere near that place. Made me promise three times, and I intend to keep that promise. Your friendship is more important to me than satisfying a momentary craving. I...I can hold myself back. Life wouldn't be complete without a small degree of pain in it."

The lust diminished from his gaze. He almost sounded...sad.

Vrelgor placed a paw over his, then licked the bronze's chin, looking straight into his verdant eyes. "I want you to lick me."

The bronze pulled his head back, as if struck, and Vrelgor followed, nuzzling under his jaw. "Show me the pleasure you spoke of. Please...I feel so tense, almost on the verge of erupting."

"When did you cum last time, young one?"

"Cum?" the young dragon blinked in bewilderment.

"You never released your seed?"

"No. Never," Vrelgor admitted.

The bronze dragon moaned strangely, his jaws clattering with eagerness. "You...really want me to..."

"Yes!" Vrelgor licked his shivering lips, desperate for relief. "Please lick me. Do something to ease this burden. It feels so constraining, so...intense!"

"As soon as you let me."

He immediately dropped on his belly, his legs splayed to the sides, wings held against the ground to allow the other male full access to his throbbing erection.

The bronze approached, and Vrelgor looked with big, lustful eyes how the bronze hovered above the raging cock, taking in the scents and sights of something so wet, so sensitive.

"Grrrrhhh...."

"What's wrong?"

"Warm...you breath...it's so warm..." Vrelgor said softly.

"You're very sensitive..." the bronze observed. "My tongue must feel like fire upon your untouched cock."

"Please lick me," the blue begged. "Take the heat away. Please, lick my graaaaaaaaarrrrr!" he threw all his limbs into the air when the warmest, moistest thing slid along the length of his shaft. That muscular tongue slid along the entire length of his shaft, making him throb like there was no tomorrow.

Then, in a moment, it pulled back.

Vrelgor blinked his unsteady eyelids to see the bronze slurping the sticky sheen into his mouth. He closed his eyes, rumbling with satisfaction before he opened his mouth to let out a long, drawn out moan.

"So potent. So...young," he sizzled with need. "Can I lick you again?"

"Yes!" The blue dragon bristled with eagerness.

He braced for another contact, and just like last time he growled his heart out when his sensitive cock was assailed by the most intense feeling of warmth he felt in his life. His hardened meat shivered from the intense stimulation, remaining trapped between two highly pleasurable states.

"Nrrrhhh," the bronze's tongue traveled around his flexing barbs, hugging, then scraping along then as it coiled and slid around the rest of his shaft. Then, with no warning, it pushed into Vrelgor's slit.

Vrelgor kicked his legs, squirming and growling as his muscles stretched to accommodate for the intrusion. The bronze slurped, wriggled, and licked, tasting everything before he retreated, panting wildly from the potent mixture of scents he feasted on.

"You're close. Too close. I can already taste seed slipping from your tip."

"Lick then. Lick me again," the young blue shivered with the raw need to mate. "Make me cum. I want to cum so much..."

"The next lick might be the last one you will endure. Prepare yourself."

Vrelgor was prepared. He trembled with eagerness to experience that thrilling feeling once more.

The tongue returned, embracing his head from all sides at the same time. It sensually passed along the flaring barbs, going over the lubricated shaft until it slid over the bulge nestled at the end of his cock.

Vrelgor wanted to growl, to roar, to rake the air from how good that sliding motion felt. Instead, his maw churned with a mixture of strange sounds, all culminating when the bronze's muscular tongue squeezed behind the thick bulge at the end of his member.

An overwhelming feeling of heat climbed along his slit. Vrelgor had no idea what it was. He tensed from every inch of his body, trying to push it back...

Yet the sensation kept growing, and growing, battering his rock hard cock with lashing heat, freezing his muscles stiff, assaulting his mind with the most intense feelings of pleasure he experienced so far.

It was coming. The release. That indescribable feeling the bronze was talking about. Vrelgor expected it to feel good. He just didn't know it would feel so overwhelming.

With a weak moan, he clamped his jaws shut, squeezed his teary eyes, then thrust up, shivering wildly during those two heartbeats when all that bursting pressure built up.

Then, in a burst of extreme pleasure, his cock throbbed, launching a powerful squirt of thick, heated slime along his belly.

"Graaaaawwwrrrrr!" the blue dragon roared with all his might as his cock convulsed with orgasmic bliss. The bronze snorted a puff of warm air, then opened his maw, twisting the raging cock the other way.

Vrelgor didn't even have time to squirt again. His cock was rudely wrenched back and plunged into a heaven of heat and moisture. Flesh surrounded his cock from all sides, incredibly hot and delightfully wet to his overly aroused member.

His body tensed all over again, wings trembling in their joints, claws curling inwards. He was inside. Fully inside a dragon's maw.

And the sensation felt beyond his imagining. In that moment, his instincts awakened, urging him to spend every last drop of his seed. After all, what was the difference between a dragon's maw and a female's dripping pussy? None. Both were moist, hot, and eager, and Vrelgor's desire to cum soared above the tallest of peaks.

His virgin cock spasmed hard. Another load burst from his heaving slit. The bronze's lips tried to swallow the heavy load, yet the quantity was too much even for him. Milky strands burst from his mouth, splattering onto the blue's pristine scales.

Vrelgor didn't care about the mess he made. He felt so good. So hot. His member bloated and heaved on and on, stimulated by the bronze's suckling lips. His tongue worked extra hard on his base, squeezing and pushing, stimulating him in that one, extra sensitive spot that kept his spurts long and hard. Up ahead, his barbs rubbed and scratched soft insides under the wriggling tongue. They too sent unbearable jolts of pleasure indo the depths of his slit, encouraging the male to remained buried deep and release as much as he could.

With so much stimulation flowing into him, the young dragon ejaculated hard and fast. He thrust, shivered, and spasmed, filling the bronze's maw with his hot, virile seed.

"Rawwwrrrr awwrrrr raaaahhhh!" he moaned, over and over again, while the bronze swallowed and gulped with messy slurps.

Eyes closed, nostrils flared to their maximum width, he feasted on the bounty of seed ejaculated into his hungry maw. And he enjoyed it so much. His own wings jerked in their joints, and his claws drew gashes along the stone, accompanying the sharp sounds made by the jets of precum spewed from his big, green cock.

They spurts were growing thicker and harder. Vrelgor pumped on and on, emptying himself with great delight inside his friend's mouth until a tongue grab caused him to release a much too powerful spurt. Seed overflowed from the bronze's loaded mouth, splattering on the blue's slit, covering his sensitive region in sticky warmth and filling the air with the smell of fresh seed.

A rumbling roar churned in the bronze's throat. The delight of smelling and tasting such young, fertile cum made his legs jerk awkwardly. His tail slammed into the ground, and his cock suddenly jerked, unloading powerful waves of cum straight into the ground, painting the stone white and sticky.

"Mrrrooooarrrrrhhmmmmm!" the poor bronze reached his peak during the midst of his feeding frenzy.

For Vrelgor, that meant more pressure, more heat, and sudden, intense vibrations that assaulted his cock with unmatched frenzy.

"Raaawwwwrrrrr!" he threw his head up, jerking his hips, pumping out all he had until the consuming heat smoldered down.

The peak subsided as suddenly as it came. No longer did waves flood the bronze's mouth. He slowly caught up with the stream, then opened his maw, placing the spent member back onto the cum flooded scales.

"Grahhh raahhh," his tongue lolled from his cum dripping maw. "That was the thickest, most enjoyable release I ever tasted," he licked his muzzle, moaning with delight. "So good. Never tasted something so tasty before..."

Vrelgor said nothing. He too was struggling to draw breath after such an intense experience. He wet his maw with whatever saliva he had in his mouth, then picked his head back up. A pool of cum stretched between the bronze's legs. Strands were still dripping from his cock. He was still cumming.

"How did you...?"

"It happened."

"But I haven't touched you!"

"You didn't have to," the bronze said, cleaning the remnants of seed with a fond lick. "I liked eating your cum so much, I released my own."

"That's strange...Almost as strange as this cumming."

"Do you regret it?"

"No," Vrelgor said, watching the bronze clean his cock with a lot of pleasure. "It felt consuming. Fulfilling. So...intense. I want to cum again, and soon."

The bronze looked at him with hopeful eyes. "Inside my maw, I hope."

"Where else?"

"I can think of a few other places," he smiled naughtily and continued with the cleaning.

Vrelgor dropped back on the ground. He was not yet eager to taste seed, but he surely enjoyed spilling it. He laid there, panting, with a dragon's warm tongue sliding around his retreating cock and the lukewarm feel of his seed slithering under his wing, thinking of how unreal it felt to spill. Were there other sensitive places around his cock? What were these other places the bronze talked about? Vrelgor's heart beat quicker the more he thought about it. Warmth flooded his body, and his cock grew hard once more.

Was it time to release again?

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