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Dragon's Love, part the fourth, by Karai Crocuta

Warning! This piece contains wanton sexual acts between two males, one who is underage. If this is not your cup of tea, then I would suggest you instead read something else. The characters Kieran and Stormfire's Wing are copyright Karai Crocuta, and they have been mine for over six years now; I've only just recently begun to tell their story. So, if I haven't scared you off just yet, please do continue.

The next morning, it was Kieran who woke first. The young wolf smiled even before his eyes opened, for he could feel Stormfire's arms around him, his back pressed against the wyrm's golden underbelly. It was a warm, comfortable position that never made it difficult to fall asleep, especially after a night full of passion.

As he lay there, Kieran found himself looking at the world around him in a different way this morning. Just about every other day, the dragon would wake him and both would begin their routines: cleaning up camp and preparing breakfast, and morning exercises for the cub. The fact that Kieran and Stormfire had shared each other in such an intimate way had not changed the way they both woke up, except, perhaps, for a few extra nuzzles and caresses before either rose.

This morning, however, as Kieran looked around him, he found that somehow, everything seemed more...alive. There was an almost indescribable air of vitality and color that had never seemed to show up before the dragon and wolf-cub had become lovers. It was wonderful-just another reason Kieran's heart sang every time his sensei touched or held him.

The wolf cub snuggled back against his teacher, mentor, and lover, closing his eyes and drawing the scent of tree-pollen, moss, pine, and forest fauna into his nostrils. The sun had risen partway, so it's light was not yet blinding to the little clearing where the two had settled. The calls of birds echoed through the area; It was the middle of spring, and the weather was quite simply as sublime as the cool breeze that ruffled the wolf-boy's thick fur.

Kieran slid his bottom and his legs against the underbelly of the dragon, feeling the large form shift a bit. The wyrm didn't wake, but simply sighed, some part of his mind registering the warm little bundle of fur snuggling him. Claws that could crush stone curled in the young wolf's fur, cradling his body in a way that plainly displayed the dragon's nurturing personality.

After another moment, those claws were clutching and squeezing with surprising care and gentleness, and the wyrm's belly was rubbing up against the wolf-cub so subtly that the boy hardly noticed. However, quite shortly something else made Kieran quickly realize what kind of dreams his sensei was having.

It pressed against first his thigh, then his rear end, making no attempt whatsoever to hide it's identity or intentions. It, of course, was none other than the dragon's penis, and it was quite incapable of being facetious or even subtle. It's glans was quite obviously seeking the warm button under Kieran's tail, and it was succeeding quite well in making the young cub very hot, very fast.

So, in short order, the tail was raised, and Kieran found himself guiding the penis between his firm, round buttocks, a little bit of pre-seminal fluid messing up his fur in the process. Well, can't make an omelette without cracking a few eggs...

Kieran surprised himself. He knew the dragon was still asleep, but he was so very randy at the moment, and he knew that if the dragon woke up, it would be time to do his chores. So, slowly, without so much as jostling a dragon-scale, that fat, dripping glans was pressed to the tiny pucker of the cub. It seemed impossible that the huge dick ever fit into that little hole, but thanks to a minor trick the dragon had performed before their first time, the boy was spared the pain that would result in such extreme stretching, protected by a little bit of magic that made his little pucker a lot more pliable.

So, it was without any fear or hesitation that Kieran squeezed his sensei's dragon-cock, and rubbed the broad glans against his anus.

The response was immediate, and a little surprising to the cub. The claws around him moved down to grip his hips amid a sigh and a soft groan of arousal from the dragon's maw. Though the wyrm still slept, he began to push his cock against that tight little opening, harder and harder.

Kieran gasped, his eyes growing wide. He didn't have to lift a finger to get that dick into him. Before he even realized it, the cock was opening him up wide, and pushing in, spreading aside his inner walls as it stretched his passage. He groaned involuntarily, and was seconded by the dragon, who brought his heavy balls and crotch right up against the cub's tight ass, and echoed the cub's groan, but deeper.

The cub was panting, laying still after the huge cock was completely buried in him. It was so hot, and thick. He could feel the throbbing glans pressing against a sensitive nerve cluster deep inside his body, and he remembered just how much he enjoyed getting fucked by that big dragon-dick. However, Sensei seemed to just relax and go back to his regular dreams after that, cock left buried in its tight new holster.

Kieran certainly wasn't about to leave it at that, though, and not let Sensei finish inside him. So, the wolf-cub began to lift himself slowly, feeling the dragon claws shift a bit. His furry ears picked up the sound of the dragon inhaling a bit faster than usual, which must have been a sign that the cub's slow maneuvering off of the cock was being noticed.

Soon, the young wolf had several throbbing inches freed from himself, and began to slide back down. He gasped, tilting his head back as his rear end began its journey back to the crotch of the wyrm. He'd never felt it go in this slowly. With Sensei, it had always been right in, then right out, with no hesitation. This, however, felt interesting in its own way, though Kieran was eager to have that fat glans massaging him deeply and firmly.

The caution he displayed while re-impaling himself on the dragon-cock was remarkable for someone his age. He kept his ears perked and alert for any stirring from Sensei, and none came--at least until that cock-head pressed in as deep as it had just moments before.

It flared suddenly, and Stormfire groaned again. The dragon's claws gripped Kieran more tightly, and powerful hip muscles went to work, pulling the fat, pulsating dick halfway from its wonderful tunnel, then pushing back in without hesitation. Kieran, surprised by the sudden movements, could only try to control his breaths and his moans of pleasure. He missed having sensei in him like this quite a bit, and after all, he'd not gotten off the night before. The cub's cock was rock-hard as he rode the deep-but-gentle thrusts as silently as he could.

Everything was going wonderfully until the dragon began to reach his first peaks. Kieran even let slip a full moan as he felt the shot of pre-seminal fluid release into him, feeling big cock pulsating, stretching him open even wider, and the liquid warmth splattering against his inner walls. However, at that moment, the claws gripped him more tightly, and Stormfire's eye shop open. Kieran, who looked back as soon as he felt the unusual movement, met the surprised gaze of his sensei, then turned his muzzle down, red-faced.

"S-sorry, sensei..."

The dragon's reply took a moment. He would have given the cub quite a scolding in any other circumstance. Taking advantage of a dragon during slumber was a capital crime on other worlds. However, Stormfire had a very good reason not to say a single word.

Kieran straightened, and gasped out a breath, his eyes and face forming a grimace of pleasure as he felt the broad cock-head flare, pushing into him again. Stormfire resumed his rhythm of deep, gradual thrusts, making the young wolf shiver. The dragon craned his neck, smiling at how beautiful his cub looked while riding a huge dragon penis. He stretched until he could get a good view of the boy's front, and was pleased to find Kieran quite erect, and still shooting little spurts of pre-cum every few thrusts.

The wrym had to put forth a conscious effort not to speed his thrusts too much. He was lazy, and it was still early morning, after all--and he knew that the cub wasn't far from climax anyway. So, he gently took the smaller shaft in claw, holding it just below the knot, and squeezed gently in time with his thrusts and grinds. The response was quite endearing as Kieran moaned and shook softly, his anus gripping the wyrm's shaft several times.

Moving gradually faster and faster, the dragon made sure to bring his cub to orgasm with plenty of buildup. When Kieran was finally overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, his body tensing up as white ropes of semen shot into the grass, Stormfire let himself loose finally, soon cumming as well after a series of rapid strokes.

Kieran's head slid back, his mouth open as he felt a hot explosion of dragonseed erupt within him. This, he loved the most--having sensei cum inside him, both of them shuddering and uttering low grunts and moans of pleasure.

Stormfire panted and held the cub for a long moment after he pulled free. It was all he could do not to plunge right back in and fuck his little wolf until noon, but the morning chores weren't about to do themselves.

So, their tasks and chores and the physical training went on without incident, and even the after-lunch game and rest period was disaster-free. Well, most of the rest period, at least.

It was nearing the second hour past noon when Stormfire awoke to a strange sound. Kieran didn't seem to be anywhere nearby, and a quick mind-scan confirmed it. The boy was missing, and Stormfire was instantly filled with apprehension. Sure, the cub could handle himself, but the two had never been apart before, even for this long. The wyrm cursed himself inwardly for suddenly feeling so nervous. There were plenty of reasons Kieran could be missing. Perhaps he had merely gone for a walk.

The sound, though, was strange enough to have woken him. It defied identification, despite the dragon's vast knowledge and eidetic memory. He had to investigate, danger or no.

Spreading his vast wings, the dragon reared up, then alighted on a magical updraft. In moments, he was high in the air, soaring toward the source of the sound--west. He swooped down upon locating the boy, and managed to lessen his momentum enough to land with minimal impact, still having to trot for several paces before he stopped.

Kieran was keeping his back turned to the dragon-normally something that most beings found impossible to do. As Stormfire approached, the wyrm noticed that the wolf-cub was deep in concentration by the lack of movement that he displayed. Strangely, the cub wasn't reacting at all to the arrival of his sensei.

"Kieran?" As Stormfire neared, he reached out a claw to touch the boy's shoulder.

The young wolf made a sound halfway between a yelp and a bark, jumping in surprise and turning to regard the dragon with blinking eyes.

"Sensei? What's..." he started, but mid-sentence, a look of sudden anger crossed his face. "You scared it away! Now I need to go hunt for it again. You don't need to babysit me, you know." Storming off, the wolf left a stunned wyrm standing there, agape jaw closing slowly.

Feeling hurt, Stormfire watched the cub disappear past the giant leaves that formed the mid-height fauna in this jungle-like area of the wood. Kieran had never yelled at him before. More puzzling, though, was the sudden change in mood from confusion to anger in the cub just now. The dragon decided that he would investigate as well, more quietly this time.

Opening his mind to the cub's so that he wouldn't be required to yell, he took advantage of the few abilities that he and the young wolf shared.

"What are you hunting for, Kieran?" he sent.

"It's something you've probably never seen before, sensei," the cub's mind returned, his message carrying a note of superiority that the dragon hadn't heard before in his student. Alarms were going of in the wyrm's head, now. This wasn't like Kieran at all.

Stormfire began making his way after his student, weaving through the vegetation with near-silent footsteps. The wolf, too, was stalking whatever prey was there with more than a little skill. The dragon stayed ten paces back, throwing forward his array of magical senses in order to probe for whatever was there. He found nothing, even when the cub stopped suddenly.

Creeping up behind the cub, the dragon tilted his head in confusion, watching as Kieran stood motionless like before.

"What are you looking at?" the wyrm mind-sent.

No answer.

Stormfire, now worried more than before, gently touched a claw to Kieran's shoulder again. The cub's response was much more subtle; he sighed.

"It's beautiful, and I bet no one else's even seen one before," the young wolf whispered, seeming spellbound.

The dragon only blinked, and searched, finding nothing even with plain old eye-vision.

"There's nothing there, Kieran," Stormfire whispered back, frowning as he studied the cub's look of awe and bliss. Obviously, something was very wrong, but there was no sign of any outside influence on the cub's mind.

"You can't see it, sensei?" Kieran whispered, turning his head slowly to stare at his teacher and mentor, his amber eyes wide with wonder, "It's amazing, like nothing I've set my eyes on."

As the yong wolf turned back to stare at nothing, Stormfire glanced around once again, making sure that there was indeed nothing dangerous nearby, then began to prepare for a mind-dive. Delving into the surface thoughts of another living thing was never very pleasant-it usually caused at the least an intense feeling if discomfort, even when it was in the mind of someone dear to him. The wyrm hoped that he could figure out what was going on quickly, before something awful happened. Dragon innards are universally known to be quite adept at knowing when terrible things are about to happen, after all, and Stormfire's were no exception.

Stormfire sat on his haunches, and concentrated. The cub opened himself without protest, still in some odd state of ecstacy, but it was more difficult than usual for the dragon to push past the normal set of barriers that protected every mind from external assault. The added resistance puzzled Stormfire, who withdrew instinctively as a thought came to him. What if whatever the cub saw could also mesmerize dragons?

Coming back to his own senses, Stormfire glanced around, re-orienting himself as he thought about what to do. Perhaps he could startle the cub enough to jar him away from whatever was occupying his attention, or 'scare away' the nonexistent creature again with physical means. Yes, that seemed to be the best idea. He could question the cub after removing him from the object of fascination, but first things first.

It was some sort of frog or toad, Kieran thought. However, it was giving off it's own sort of light as it turned around and around. The colors were astoundingly beautiful, hues which the cub would never have thought he'd behold. Bright and almost fragrant with intensity, they seemed to dance upon the animal's skin. It was turning away, and as the young wolf watched, it hopped out of view.

No, this wouldn't do. He had to follow it. He couldn't let it out of his sight again. Perhaps sensei could find a way to restrain it. Perhaps it could even be kept as a pet. Regardless, Kieran began running after the little light-toad, barely noticing the leaves and branches that whipped at him. Ignoring the dragon's cry, he sped up. It had escaped him once before, but somehow he knew just where to go to find it again.

He came to a small, sandy clearing, with a dark pool in the center. Tree branches hung over the little body of water, seeming to be arching down in a show of supplication, and in the center its murky contents was a large, smooth rock. Slowing, the young wolf blinked. This seemed to be some kind of sacred area. A shrine, perhaps. Looking at the rock again, the cub smiled. There it was. It had only wished to show him this place, which certainly had to be its home.

Jaw open in wonder, Kieran waded into the dark water. He was several paces from the rock, and waist-deep when the dragon arrived. The wyrm's voice was no more than an afterthought to him. The creature was enthralling, and now it was looking back at Kieran with interest. The cub cursed himself for thinking of keeping it as a pet. It was obviously intelligent, and was showing him trust by leading him here. Kieran smiled broadly. It wanted to befriend him, and that thought filled him with energy. He climbed onto the rock and sat beside the little creature, drawing his knees against his chest to watch, awe still in his eyes.

"Kieran, get away from there!" Stormfire cried out in alarm. He knew that the cub wouldn't hear, but he was already in motion. Spreading his wings, he lunged forward, his claws barely touching the water as he was borne aloft. The thing materializing in rainbow-hued translucency above Kieran was clearly preparing to strike, much like a snake preparing to catch it's meal. Stormfire could make out a pair of long, spindly legs attached to a rounded, fat body with almost no torso. Instead of a chest and belly, it was almost all mouth. It was hanging from the branches overhead, apparently having lured the cub to the very spot where it could make a meal of him.

That mouth was opening, and the dragon ducked instinctively as he reached the cub, grabbing Kieran by his scruff and flank. Crying out painfully, the wolf cub reached out toward the nonexistant creature on the rock in surprised apology, but was quickly tucked in against the dragon's body as Stormfire beat his wings, the dragon's powerful hind legs pushing off from the large, flat rock.

They crashed into the copse of trees on the other side of the little pond, Stormfire tucking his wings in and bearing most of the impact with his shoulder. He hit the ground, his arms curled around the young wolf's body as his eyes darted back to the place where the creature had hung. It had been easily large enough to swallow Kieran whole, but now it was gone again, or invisible. Stormfire saw that the branches were still hanging low, so ignoring Kieran's shouts of protest and struggling, he retreated further.

Well out of sight of the little clearing, Stormfire finally put Kieran down after the cub stopped trying to escape. It hurt the dragon to see such lack of trust in the young wolf, when that trust had been total before.

"It was just trying to be friendly, sensei," Kieran was trying to explain. He was doing his best to control his anger at how the dragon had reacted. He didn't need protection from a little toad, after all. The very idea was absurd.

The dragon's eyes were still aimed in the direction of the creature. "You didn't see the real creature, Kieran. It was above you."

The cub's eyes widened, and confusion halted his reply.

Stormfire only stroked the boy's ears softly. "I can sense it now. It was using some sort of innate, magical camouflage before. I imagine it feeds on psychic energy, and found you an irresistible treat."

Kieran was still confused, but now he felt like a complete dolt. He had yelled at the dragon for what he thought was over-protectiveness, but was actually not so at all. His gaze dropped, and he frowned. "I'm sorry sensei...I don't know what came over me."

The wyrm shook his head gently. "Don't worry about it, Kieran. It was using a crude, but effective form of telepathy. Want to see what I saw? You did find a creature that just may be unique, at least on this world."

Kieran nodded, and followed the dragon, still feeling dumb. It was one thing to have trouble with a lesson, but this had been life and death. He owed the wyrm his life many times over, now.

The clearing was exactly the same as before, but Kieran knew better this time. He saw the branches arching down overhead, and nodded to the dragon. He should have noticed that before. Trees don't grow downward, away from the sun.

The dragon merely smiled, and took a handful of sand from the ground. Weaving a little bit of magic into his breath, he bore the cloud of dust upward toward the creature. Its outline became visible as the dust clung to its moist skin. It was large, almost as big as Stormfire. Long toes clung to the branches as it hung, attached to long, thin legs and a bulbous body. It was a toad, just like the one Kieran had seen, but it was huge, and invisible. A strange cry rang out as the creature shook from dust-irritation, and dropped into the pool with a large splash.

Kieran blinked, and took an instinctive step back as he watched the rippling waves in the water.

"Don't worry, it doesn't seem to want to venture outside this little area," Stormfire assured the cub. "So what should we name it, hmm?"

Kieran folded his arms and thought, his tail lashing back and forth. He felt a little angry at the creature for trying to eat him, but then again it needed food too, didn't it? "Hypnoticus spp. Kieran's mind toad."

Stormfire chuckled and nodded. "I'll report it to the council back home. Perhaps it's an endangered species, and needs studying. I have no taste for that, though, especially after it tried to eat my wolf cub."

Kieran rolled his eyes, but still smiled up at the dragon. Before he could reply, though, his stomach growled its disapproval of being empty.

Chuckling, Stormfire watched the cub's ears fold and droop, and smiled. "Suppertime," he observed, and the cub nodded.

It was a pleasant, early dinner for them. Stormfire had become somewhat lazy that day, not having made his usual stew earlier, instead opting to flame-broil the lake fish and plump mushrooms and vegetables they had gathered. Of course, the flame-broil was Stormfire's specialty, and he always knew exactly when something was cooked to perfection.

As Kieran ate, the dragon fished for additional prey nearby, not being a fan of ingesting food that's already been cooked. After their meal, the dragon curled up around the young wolf, and they relaxed, both musing on the days events.

"I feel kind of sorry for it," Kieran said. "After all, just how often does it get to eat?"

Stormfire shrugged, a little puff of smoke escaping his nostrils as he sighed. "I'm wondering how many young, psionic wolf-cubs it's tried to prey upon," was his reply.

Kieran shivered, and leaned his muzzle against Stormfire's flank, taking the dragon's claw in his paws. "You have a point," he said, and murred as the dragon's other claw stroked through the fur of his back.

Dusk was falling as the two nestled in each other's arms, the dragon using his sharp claws to good effect, trailing gentle scritches down Kieran's back and making the cub murr, sigh, and relax. It had been a trying day compared to most of the others the two had shared recently, and a bit of lazy cuddling did wonders to help them unwind.

Soon, though, Stormfire's claws reached the waistband of Kieran's pants, and slid underneath.

The cub squirmed at first, but when Stormfire's fingers slid over the bare fur of his rump, a little 'Mmm' escaped his muzzle, and he couldn't help but arch into the touch, his tail rising up and swaying lazily.

Stormfire grinned, his thumbs slipping around Kieran's waistband and drawing the cub's pants down carefully. The wyrm was soon rewarded with the sight of a very full sheath, and a nicely-rounded rump in his claws. The cub's fuzzy tail, though, was doing a good job of hiding the tantalizing spot beneath it, somehow making the dragon even more randy just by evoking memories of times when the wyrm had had that particular tail brushing his belly, or his testes...

Kieran, for his part, badly wanted the dragon to take him again. Just the thought of sensei's shaft pushing into him sent shivers of anticipation up his spine, making his sheath show pink. When he felt the wyrm shifting around him, then, he eagerly began to line himself up, aiming his rear end toward sensei's crotch. Pressing back against his mentor and lover, he was rewarded with the feeling of the dragon's broad, emerging glans nestling right against his wriggling rump.

The dragon was nothing if not virile, even at his age, and before long he was rubbing a full, throbbing erection slowly beneath the cub's raised tail. As he watched his glansm wet with dragon pre-seed, kissing the cub's soft little pucker, he reflected for a moment on how much of a joy Kieran had become, especially of late. It was then that his curious claw slid around to find a fully-erect wolfshaft waiting on the other side of his young companion.

A forgotten thought re-entered the wyrm's mind, then, and made for itself quite a place there. It had been there, technically, ever since the dragon had discovered the idea of making love to other males. However, it had remained hidden from that point until the moment that wolfcock throbbed in Stormfire's big, scaly paw.

Kieran was big for his age, sure, but could he...?

The cub was surprised when the dragon stopped massaging that shaft against him so nicely. He turned to regard Stormfire curiously, wondering if the wyrm might want his mouth instead. When the dragon sat back with open arms for a hug, the young wolf grew concerned. Normally, things would be going along quite nicely by now, but Stormfire apparently had something he wanted to say. For the cub's sake, he hoped the dragon's words were brief. He was already as randy as he felt he'd been in days.

Stormfire held the horny, murring cub in his arms for a few moments, thinking about what he had remembered. Was it possible? Would Kieran go along with it? The answer came surprisingly easily. The wolf was a randy, virile young male, and would probably do anything just to please his beloved sensei.

So, then, it was settled.

The dragon looked down into the wolfcub's eyes, and took a deep breath. "Kieran..."

"Yes, sensei?" the cub's concerned reply came.

"I'd like it if you, well..."

Those big, amber eyes were staring at him again. Stormfire swallowed.

"I'd like you to mount me, Kieran."

The cub blinked, his eyes growing wide as the dragon's request sank in. "You want me to...be inside you, s-sensei?"

The wyrm nodded calmly, though inside he was more nervous than he'd been in ages. He wasn't sure at all what it would feel like, but a big part of him wanted this, badly. No, not just that part. There was something inside that needed him to return the favor that the cub had been granting him constantly ever since the two had discovered their sexual feelings for each other. Not just that, Stormfire was both mystified, and admittedly, jealous of the apparent pleasure that Kieran always recieved when he made love to the cub.

Kieran slid down, his wondering eyes still locked with the dragon's. Had he heard right? There was no protest to his actions as he moved down between the reclined dragon's legs. Sensei was leaning against a tree, getting comfortable. The wyrm's eyes were watching the cub, but Kieran knew that he probably looked just as nervous at that moment.

Below the dragon's giant, engorged shaft, Kieran found the familiar set of plump dragon nuts hanging in their soft-scaled sac. Below that, though, was revealed another slit, besides the one from which the dragon's penis always emerged. As Stormfire raised his legs carefully, the dragon's soft pucker was revealed to the cub, nestled under his thick tail and protected by the twin folds of skin. Carefully, Kieran reached down to rub it softly with the tips of his fingers.

Stormfire groaned, unable to prevent his eyes from closing halfway. That touch felt quite nice, and it was making his shaft throb harder.

Encouraged, the young wolf massaged more firmly, and was rewarded with deeper sounds of pleasure from the dragon's throat, and a little stream of precum runnig down the Stormfire's painfully-erect maleness. So sensei wanted him to return the favor, eh? He could do that. In fact, the warm, soft part of the dragon's anatomy looked and felt rather...inviting to the cub.

After only a moment, Kieran's fingers began to try and spread that ring open, ending up pushing into the dragon's passage with a suddenness that surprised both of them. He smiled at how tight and hot it felt inside, and began massaging, moving his fingers in and out. The cub grinned as he glanced up and saw the expression of breathless pleasure on the dragon's face. "Feels good, sensei?" he asked softly.

Stormfire could have been a statue at that moment, the dragon stark-still with the exception of his clenching anal ring. Slowly, he opened his eyes to look down at what the cub was doing, the dragon letting a few shaky breaths escape his snout. Then, as the cub's fingers went in deeper, Stormfire gasped, feeling pleasure ripple up his spine. The dragon's eyes closed at the feeling, making the cub's grin broaden.

A paw found the unattended wolfhood then, and Kieran brought his hips forward, bracing himself with his free paw as he sank his body down until his pointed glans nudged the dragon's entrance. The dragon's claw pressed to his chest then, and Kieran stopped, frowning slightly. He watched he claw travel down to where his shaft lay, and touch the dragon's own pucker, a familiar bit of magic making it glisten. When Stormfire made no attempt at moving away, Kieran smiled and pushed forward, watching the wyrm's anus wrap around his dribbling maleness. Sensei felt smooth inside, and hot. In no time at all, the cub was buried to the knot, and gasping with a grimace of surprised pleasure while his perked ears caught a startled dragon grunt.

Their eyes met, and Stormfire broke into an almost childlike grin, cupping the young wolf's rump in his claws. The boy began to lift and relax his hips, watching for a moment as his shaft buried and unburied itself in the dragon's passage. The slickness that had been spread inside was making each thrust glide quite smoothly, and it wasn't long before the cub felt the familiar itch in his loins urging him onward. He began grinding his knot against the soft dragon-pucker at the end of each thrust, and was rewarded with deeper grunts from the dragon, and the sight of sensei's huge dick jerking and spurting precum onto smooth, golden scales.

The cub's lips came up to caress the crown of that giant maleness, and as his thrusts began to grow in speed, he hungrily closed his mouth around that throbbing glans, flicking his tongue against the frenulum and slit as he tasted sweet pre-seed. The dragon's claws were urging him to thrust deeper, and with a deep moan, Kieran felt himself reaching the point of no return. His tongue worked furiously against the dragon's cocktip, while he suckled and pounded his knot against the dragon's rear passage. Suddenly, the need to be balls-deep in his sensei reached him, and he ground his knot with all of his might into that wonderful opening, gasping as first one, then both broad bulbs slipped in.

Fire burned up Kieran's spine as the dragon shuddered, the anus clenching below the cub's knot making him thrust and hunch with all his might, though his rapidly-swelling knot left little room for movement. The feeling of Stormfire's tight ting pulling on him was ten times as strong as anything he'd felt before. Orgasm drowned Kieran in its white oblivion, while the surprised wyrm arched and shuddered. Dragon cum filled the cub's muzzle in a flash, and more of it spurted from between his lips as he struggled to swallow it all. Claws were squeezing his rump as his tailbase jerked up and down, and it seemed like his whole body was throbbing as wolf-cum rushed into the dragon's tight passage.

It seemed ages before Kieran could see again, though he had only to open his eyes. He was panting, lying along sensei's belly, tied to the dragon as claws stroked his rump and back. He offered Stormfire a cum-soaked smile. The tie seemed to have taken away all of his energy, though the feeling he was left with was sublime. Buried to the very hilt in his sensei, the cub sighed and rested his head along the wyrm's belly, his eyes fluttering closed.

Stormfire smiled at the sight of the cub's pretty muzzle covered in semen, the dragon running a claw along the twitching wolf-tail. It seemed Kieran was still cumming inside him, though nowhere near as strongly as before. The wyrm felt as if he'd just learned the best secret in the world. Why hadn't he asked his wolfcub to do this earlier? He felt full in a way that he'd never dreamed before. Was this how Kieran felt whenever he loved the boy?

The wyrm grinned. 'Yes, that and more' was what the young wolf's smile told him each and every time he mounted the cub. Kieran would probably beg for that dragonshaft if it became necessary. Stormfire would never bring it to that point, though. He was randy enough to give the cub all he had, which seemed like enough--almost, at least.

Stormfire laid himself back along the soft ground, and cradled his cub in a pair of sheltering arms. His colleagues back home would probably ridicule and deride him for allowing a mortal--a cub at that--to mount him like this. He smiled, knowing that they could never understand what Kieran meant to him. The dragon would have been quite happy if he never had to return to his 'peers' again. Actually, he'd have been rather pleased if Kieran could stay buried in him forever, though he didn't dare voice that desire aloud. After all, he quite enjoyed making his cub happy, especially if he could do so with an enormous dragon-cock.

Once again, sleep wasn't far off for either of them. It had been quite a long day, after all. It wasn't every day that the two faced danger, either, and they made it a point to indulge in each other more often after that. Making love is one of the most important businesses in life, after all, and the most fulfilling (at least if you ask a certain dragon). Meanwhile, the training continued to progress along with everything else. The cub was still growing like a weed, and would probably end up rather tall once he hit adulthood, while other parts of him seemed well ahead of his age already.