(Commission) A Different Kind of Wyvern Ride
Story by ZeppelinShepherd on SoFurry
This is my first commission.
Thank you, to GMPH, for being kind enough to ask me to write them a story. They were a pleasure to work with on this project.
A young man has spent the past year training as a wyvern rider. He's grown to care deeply for his wyvern and his feeling have become conflicted. But his wyvern has no such anxieties and decides to take matters into his own claws, when he has had enough of his rider's hesitancy.
This story contains sex acts between a male human and a feral male wyvern.
Thomas checked the straps securing the saddle bags for the third time, as he mentally checked and triple checked that he'd packed everything. He had just about worried himself into emptying his bags and going through everything one final time, when a large head nudged his side. Startled, Thomas turned and spluttered as a warm wet tongue licked across his face. Stumbling back, he wiped his face with his sleeve to clear the saliva from his eyes. He looked up, to see his wyvern looking back at him, curving his long neck, and wearing a look of fond exasperation on his draconic features. Thomas closed his eyes and took a deep breath, centering himself.
"Thanks, Mint. I guess I'm feeling a bit nervous." Thomas said, with a rueful smile. Hot air washed over his face as the wyvern chuffed at that. "Fine, more than a bit. I just hate exams, and this one matters more than most."
The young man met vertically slitted bright golden eyes, that contrasted sharply with the deep dark green scales of the wyvern's face. Mint pressed his forehead into his overly anxious rider's chest, to reassure him. Thomas wrapped his arms under the dragon's head, hugging it to himself. He pressed his cheek against the top of Mint's head, between his two swept back ivory horns. Thomas closed his eyes and took a moment to revel in the wyvern's warmth and the feel of his smooth and supple scales against his skin. Just knowing Mint cared for him, warmed his heart. He ran his hands along the underside of the wyvern's jaw, and, when Mint exhaled, he felt the warmth of his breath seep through his clothes against his abdomen and down to his...
Flushing at the intrusive thoughts, the flustered young man stumbled back, looking away from the wyvern with embarrassment. He pretended to take interest in the lightening sky, as the morning Sun crested the horizon. He didn't notice the look of pained frustration that crossed Mint's face, before the wyvern schooled his features. He would have his rider all to himself soon.
"Right, no more time for second guessing." Thomas said, turning back to face Mint once he felt recomposed. He pulled himself into Mint's saddle and secured his flight harness to the one the wyvern wore. "Two days to the survey site, a day to conduct the aerial survey, and two days to get back."
Thomas lied flat against Mint's back and held tight to the straps around the base of the wyvern's neck. He gave his mount two firm pats against his dark green hide, to signal that he was ready. Wasting no time, Mint reared back onto his hindlegs and raised his forelimbs, spreading his great wings. His rear talons furrowed the earth, as powerful thigh muscles propelled him skyward. With a snap, he brought his arms down, his wings catching the air. With a bit more effort than usual, due to the added weight of their supplies, the wyvern and his rider were airborne.
Mint flew in wide circles, climbing in altitude. As the air grew chilled, Thomas was thankful for his heavy over coat, and the thick wool of his cadet's uniform. He lowered his goggles, and raised his pale green scarf to cover his lower face. Mint's flight leveled, and set course on a general bearing. Thomas pulled his compass from his pocket, the precious device kept secure to his person with a brass chain. With wind roaring in their ears, Thomas gave Mint a series of taps to adjust their heading.
The pair had a lot of flying ahead of them. They'd have to find someplace out in the wilderness to camp for the night, before they could reach their destination. This was their first multi-day journey together, a culmination of a year of training. Unbeknownst to his rider, Mint had been looking forward to this day for months. It was the first chance to get his rider alone for an extended period of time, and he wasn't missing the opportunity.
The Sun was low over the horizon when Thomas spotted a likely campsite, a modest clearing in the forest, near a stream. Lowering his spyglass, he signaled Mint. With his keen vision, the wyvern had no trouble locating the clearing and began to descend.
Wings spread wide, Mint took several running steps as he hindpaws made contact with the ground, and slowed his forward momentum. Folding his wings to his side, his foreclaws dug into the grass as he came to a stop. Thomas detached his harness and slid off the wyvern's back, stumbling on unsteady feet, when he hit the ground. After a full day of riding he was sore, but he had work to do. As tired as he felt, he knew Mint had it worse.
Thomas set to, unloading their equipment and supplies. The heaviest of which were the casks of salted pork, that would serve as Mint's travel rations. Thankfully, the load would lighten as the wyvern ate through the supplies.
With the baggage unloaded, Thomas began to undo the leather straps and remove Mint's saddle and harness. Only once that was complete, did he begin removing his own flight gear. Off went his cap, goggles, scarf, over coat, and harness, leaving him in his slate grey uniform jacket and trousers.
He looked up to see Mint stretching like an over sized cat. He was facing away from Thomas, his ass raised, his tail held high, bent over his back. The pale green scales of his underside were highlighted by the late afternoon Sun. Thomas found his eye drawn by the curve of Mint's powerful thighs. His eyes subconsciously traced their lines to where they converged under the base of the wyvern's upraised tail and his puckered ass. The young man's eye carried on down the wyvern's backside, over his smooth supple hide, to a vertical slit defined by two slight ridges formed by fine scales.
The wyvern's hips began to sway slowly, back and forth, and Thomas found himself following the motion before he finally caught what he was doing. Tearing his gaze from his mount's backside, he saw the wyvern looking back at him, wearing a toothy smirk. Mortified, Thomas turned away, busying himself, setting camp, not daring to meet Mint's eyes. He left the camp to collect water, and try to come up with something to say.
Could he make an excuse? Mint was hardly stupid, the wyvern had been teasing him, lying would just make things worse. Could he apologize? For staring, certainly, but could he truly apologize for how he felt? He and Mint had been assigned together a year ago, when Thomas had joined the Royal Academy Flight School. Their pairing had been pure chance, a very literal luck of the draw, but to Thomas it seemed like fate. A year on, he couldn't imagine a different life.
Flying was a thrill, the rush of the wind, the view of the world shrinking below, as he rose, but what made it special, to Thomas, was the trust he put into his mount. When they flew, Thomas' life was in Mint's claws. Yet he felt no fear; his faith in Mint was absolute. And there was something deeply liberating about discarding fear, because he knew he could always depend on his partner. He received so much from Mint, how could he ever ask for more?
By the time the young man returned, laden with water, he still had no idea what he'd say to Mint. But he found the wyvern taking a pre-dinner nap. Thomas cursed himself for a coward, at how relieved he was, to be able to postpone the inevitable, for just a bit longer. Mint had gotten a small fire going, before lying down, so Thomas began to prepare their food. The salt pork was utterly inedible, even for a wyvern, before it had been soaked to removed most of the salt.
Dinner had been a quiet affair, with Thomas still at a loss for words to express himself to Mint. And the wyvern was content to let his rider work through his feelings, if only for a while longer. Their meal had been filling, if not appetizing, but learning to tolerate the simple fare that made up their travel rations was itself part of their training.
With the Sun set, Thomas had one last bit of husbandry to attend to. Flying for hours on end, while carrying a couple hundred kilograms, inevitably meant the leather straps of Mint's harness would chafe against his scales. Thomas had an ointment, a mix of oil and crushed herbs, that needed to be rubbed into Mint's hide, to prevent sores from forming.
What should have been a simple task, carried out with clinical professionalism, was now daunting. Looking up at Mint, Thomas saw the wyvern lounging on his side, facing their small fire. The dancing light of the flames played against the light scales of Mint's chest and belly. The rest of his form blended with the night around them, his dark green scales appearing black in the inadequate light, save his eyes. Twin orbs of molten gold seemed to hang in the night air, as Mint regarded his rider. At that moment, approaching Mint and putting his hands all over the wyvern, seemed too intimate.
But Thomas couldn't allow his anxieties to interfere with caring for his mount. Hesitantly, the young man approached the wyvern. Feeling like a man ascending the gallows, Thomas came to stand next to Mint. Normally, Mint would stand for this, but, from the wyvern's toothy smirk, he clearly intended to make things as awkward as possible. Mint had no intention of making this easy. He'd let his rider run from his emotions for too long. Thomas could ask the wyvern to rise, but his tongue felt thick in his mouth. Instead, he crouched next to his mount, and, dabbing two fingers in ointment, reached towards the base of Mint's neck.
Thomas could feel Mint's powerful muscles under his smooth supple scales. He pressed firmly, working the oil into Mint's hide. The wyvern let out a low rumble, not hiding how much he enjoyed his rider's attention. Thomas tried to maintain a stoic demeanor, but his body betrayed him. His face flushed and blood pounded in his ears, as he leaned against Mint, to reach the wyvern's back. As he worked his way down his wyvern's length, it felt like some surreal dream. In the flickering light of their fire, Thomas' world had shrunk to just Mint and himself.
His mind was a haze, as he reached Mint's waist. He knelt next to the wyvern's haunches, rubbing Mint's belly. The wyvern groaned as his rider touched him in one of his most sensitive spots. Beside Thomas, the wyvern shifted, lifting a hindleg. Thomas couldn't help but look down, as the wyvern's abdomen was exposed to the fire's light.
He froze. Just beginning to poke, from the slit in the wyvern's scales, was the wyvern's member. Only the slick tapered pink tip had emerged, but it was enough to jolt Thomas from his stupor. He started to rise, to try and turn away, but Mint shoved him onto the ground, with his muzzle.
Lying on his back, Thomas looked up, as Mint stood over top of him. The wyvern had a hungry look in his eyes, a look filled with too long suppressed desire. Thomas tried to sit up, but was pushed back down, and held lightly pinned, by the wyvern's foreclaws.
"Mint, I..." The young man began, but was interrupted by a demanding growl. The wyvern had had enough of words. He'd given his rider a chance to express himself verbally already. He'd teach his rider to communicate with actions.
Mint nuzzled into the side of Thomas' neck, deeply inhaling his rider's scent. He parted his jaws and let his tongue lap across the humans soft skin. He rumbled in satisfaction, as he felt a shiver go through his rider, and heard him gasp. He moved his attention lower, pressing his snout against the young man's chest. Thomas was only wearing his cotton undershirt; it was no defense. Jaws parted; teeth carefully grasped fabric. Mint ignored his rider's squawk of protest as he pulled. Button's popped, and fabric tore, as the human's bare chest was exposed to the night air.
Mint spat torn cloth to the side, and brought his muzzle back down. Starting at his collar bone, Mint began to work his way down his rider's body. He went slowly, savoring each scent and taste, learning every intimate detail. Where ever his ministrations elicited a strong reaction, he would pause to pay that spot special attention.
Thomas writhed, as Mint's tongue swirled around his nipple, involuntarily bucking his hips, as the wyvern held him down. The fugue he'd been in was broken. He was perceiving everything happening to him with crystal clarity. His hesitation and anxiety had tried the last of Mint's patience, and he'd decided to take charge. As the wyvern made his way lower and lower, the young man's worries and fears were subsumed by the burning need in his loins. Rather than cloud his mind, his building lust brought clarity. As his wyvern lapped at his stomach, doubts were replaced by certainty. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than he wanted to feel Mint's tongue against his throbbing, painfully erect cock.
Mint nuzzled into Thomas' crotch, smelling his arousal, feeling his rider desperately lift his hips, pressing himself against the wyvern's snout through the fabric of his clothes. The anticipation alone had brought Thomas close to the edge. The feeling of Mint's hot breath, even through his clothes, was almost to much. When he felt teeth tug at his belt, it took an effort of will for him to call out.
"Mint, wait!" He said, panting heavily. "Let me undress myself, and I need a moment to catch my breath."
Mint held his gaze for a moment, before reluctantly backing off a step, letting his rider sit up. Thomas wasted no time, shedding his torn shirt, and stripping out of his trousers and underpants. No sooner had he finished, than he had a muzzle pressed into his chest, forcing him to lie back once more.
Again, Mint lowered his muzzle, but carried on past his riders crotch. He had to wait a long time for this night. He'd make his rider share in that pent up frustration a little while longer. Instead, he ran his tongue up the inside of the young man's thigh, grinning as his rider shuddered and moaned at the touch. He repeated the action with the other thigh, licking all the way up to the groin, and letting his tongue brush against Thomas' balls.
Thomas tried to sit up to watch what Mint was doing, but was pushed back down, Mint giving him a commanding growl. So, Thomas closed his eyes, and just focused on the feeling of what the wyvern was doing. Mint's tongue was hot against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. It had a slightly rough texture, as it rasped up his leg, the heat of the tongue being replaced by a cool trail of saliva. The wyvern's tongue cupped under his balls, lifting them, and Mint's hot breath washed over them and his aching member.
Mint gave his rider's balls one last long lick before finally turning his attention to the human's manhood. He nuzzled it gently, feeling the rigidness of the shaft with his sensitive snout. Thomas arched his back, when he felt Mint's tongue on the underside of his cock. The wyvern started at the very base, and dragged his tongue up the whole length to the tip. The next licks focused on the sides of the member, first one, then the other. And then, he curled his tongue under the back of the shaft, lifting it as he licked, his slightly rough tongue rasping over Thomas' cock's head.
Thomas desperately wanted to reach up and grab Mint's muzzle, to push himself inside the wyvern's hot and humid maw. Instead, he left his hands at his sides, tearing at the grass, as another long lick swept up his member. Finally, he felt Mint's dexterous tongue wrap around his cock, and he felt himself engulfed.
Thomas didn't mind the light brush of the wyvern's teeth, as Mint's tongue swirled around his shaft. His hips trembled with the need to thrust, but Mint's muzzle pressed into his groin, holding him down. Mint forced his rider's cock against the roof of his mouth, and suckled on it lightly. A wyvern's mouth isn't great for sucking, but, with his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Mint could just manage. He began to bob his head, sliding his ridged pallet against Thomas' tip. This new stimulation was too much. Thomas cried out as he came, shot after shot of his cum painting Mint's tongue. Euphoria bloomed in his mind. He felt the tension leave his body, as bliss washed over him.
The wyvern rumbled deep in his throat, as he easily drank down his rider's load. He gently sucked on the cock until it stopped throbbing. He gave it a final suck, before letting it drop wetly from his maw. Mint took a moment to savor the flavor of his rider's seed, before moving on. He considered the panting human beneath him, he'd have to give Thomas a minute, before they could continue.
Thomas lied panting on his back, looking up at the stars. After a while, Thomas' heart rate slowed, and his breathing steadied, as the afterglow dimmed. The young man turned his head and looked at Mint, lying next to him.
"Mint, that was... that was..." Thomas shook his head, at a loss to describe what had happened. "Mint, you are incredible."
The wyvern leaned close and gave Thomas an affectionate lick on the cheek, but then, turned his attention back to his rider's groin. He started giving Thomas' spent member gentle licks.
"Again?" Thomas asked, his heart rate already accelerating.
Mint didn't respond, keeping his attention on his rider's member, as it stirred back to life. Once satisfied, Mint moved to stand, straddling his rider, who looked up at him with confusion. Mint gave him a lustful grin, as he lowered his haunches, so his groin met Thomas's
Thomas grunted, as a portion of Mint's weight pressed against him. He was unsure what the wyvern intended, until Mint started slowly grinding his hips into his. Smooth scales slid over his reawakened cock, as Mint shifted about, searching for the right angle. And then, Thomas felt scales part around him, as his member was pressed into Mint's genital vent.
The wyvern's slit was warm and moist, as it enveloped Thomas' length, and he felt himself share the space with something much larger. Above him, Mint growled, as the wyvern rocked his hips back and forth, Thomas feeling himself be squeezed against what lied within. Thomas could feel Mint hardening and swelling, as their lengths ground against eachother.
The confines of Mint's slit grew tighter, and the wyvern increased the pace of his humping, as the pressure increased. There was no longer room enough to contain even one member, and Thomas felt his cock pushed free, followed by a hot slippery mass. Thomas looked down, as Mint's tapered tip emerged. He felt the warm flesh press against his abdomen, smearing him with the wyvern's pre. More of the shaft came forth, slick and glistening in the firelight. The member's thick base pushed down from Mint's vent, then swiftly narrowed and curved forward, forming a firm muscular shaft, ending in a pointed tip.
Thomas reached down, lightly gripping the wyvern's throbbing length, hugging it to his abdomen. The slick meat slid through his hands and rubbed over his cock and balls. He started to buck his own hips, in time with Mint's grinding. The prehensile tip of the wyvern's member squirmed like a thick fleshy worm, smearing sticky fluids all across the young man's taut abs.
Mint could feel his climax beginning to build. A part of him wanted to continue, to see his rider drenched in his sticky seed, but the wyvern knew what he really wanted. He'd been waiting months for this night. He stood, leaning down to give his rider a lick across his face. Thomas looked up at him with confusion, as Mint stepped away. That confusion was replaced by dawning realization as Mint turned away from him, and lifted his tail. Mint looked back over his shoulder to meet his rider's gaze, the look in Mint's golden eyes was downright predatory.
Thomas was slightly intimidated by the sheer level of desire in his wyvern's expression, as he got to his feet, but there was no denying that demanding gaze. He could feel the heat radiating from Mint, as he stepped up behind the wyvern. He placed his hands on Mint's haunches, rubbing his hands over the supple scales, eliciting Mint to push back against him with a growl. Confidence growing, Thomas placed a hand under the base of Mint's tail, and brought his thumb to Mint's puckered hole.
He circled his thumb, feeling the warm velvety flesh give under his touch. Suddenly, Mint pushed his hips back, and the wyvern's entrance parted for Thomas' digit. The young man could feel the wyvern's pleased rumble through the clenching walls enveloping his thumb. After a moment, he pulled his thumb free, and replaced it with two fingers. Mint's inner walls resisted being spread, closing tightly around the invading digits. Thomas had to brace himself, as Mint once more pushed back into the penetration.
Subconsciously, Thomas had begun stroking himself, as he began pumping is fingers in Mint's rear. His member ached to feel the wyvern's ass, but, standing, Mint's hole was level with his chest. His mind raced, searching for a solution, when the wyvern pulled away. Mint had his fill of foreplay, and wanted his rider inside him now. He rolled onto his back, spreading his back legs.
Thomas approached the wyvern sprawled before him. He knelt between Mint's powerful thighs, straddling the base of his tail; the underside of his erect shaft resting against Mint's twitching anus. Before him, the wyvern's curved cock rose from his slit, firelight reflecting off its slick surface. Mint looked down at him, with a lustful grin, giving his hips an insistent buck.
Not wanting to find out what Mint would do if he continued to try the wyvern's patience, Thomas took his cock in hand, and pulled back his own hips. He aligned himself, and let his tip kiss Mint's hot eager flesh. He pushed; there was a moment of resistance, then heat engulfed his length, as he sank into Mint's depths.
Powerful muscles squeezed around him, as he held himself inside, reveling in the pleasure of the moment. The warmth and rhythmically clenching pressure around him was sublime. He felt he could stay there like that for hours, but Mint had no such patience. Thomas felt himself lifted up, as the wyvern raised his hips, before Mint brought his hips back down. Thomas was pulled a few inches away from Mint, before gravity plunged him back into the wyvern.
Thomas leaned forward and grabbed Mint's cock to support himself, hugging the firm meat to his belly and chest. He squeezed his thighs around the base of Mint's thick tail, and held on as best he could, as Mint began bouncing him against his ass. The young man was thankful for his skill as a rider, as he started to match Mint's rhythm.
The sound of skin slapping against scales, interspersed the continuous rumble from the wyvern's chest. Thomas felt Mint's pulse begin to quicken, thudding through the wyvern's engorged member. His own breathing was becoming heavy, as he plumbed Mint's rectum. Mint let out a keening growl of need, and Thomas felt the constricting pressure of the wyvern's inner walls increase.
Mint felt himself nearing his peak. Months of built up desire approached release. He just needed something more, to push him over the edge. The wyvern reached down with his forelimbs, covering his rider with his wings, and carefully took hold of Thomas' ass with his foreclaws, and took full control. He held his rider up, as he pulled back, and pounded him down into his ascending thrust. He redoubled his pace, far outstripping anything his rider could manage alone.
All Thomas could do was hold on, as his wyvern used him like a fuck toy. The force and the pace of the fucking would leave the young man bruised in the morning, but at that moment, he didn't care in the least. He couldn't see anything, lost in the darkness of Mint's embrace. His world was one of pure physical sensation. Again and again, his cock was plunged into Mint's depths, grunting with the force of each impact. The rumble in Mint's chest grew and grew, sending vibrations all through Thomas' body. The wyvern's overwhelming member surged and pulsed in his grasp and against his torso.
Thomas felt he'd lose himself at any moment, when with a roar, Mint slammed the young man into his ass for a final time. The wyvern's dick surged, and hot semen sprayed in great ropes, coating both human and wyvern in thick seed. Mint's ass clamped down on Thomas with all its prodigious strength, pushing the abused human to his own climax. Thomas' vision went white, as his orgasm rocked his mind. His cock pulsed, fighting the wyvern's squeezing ass, to pump his own essence into his mount.
Even after Thomas' orgasm concluded, Mint continued to pump spurts of cum for some time, a sticky mess pooling between the two. Thomas lied limply on top of Mint, his spent member sliding out of the wyvern. The young man had let himself be subsumed by his revelry, but inevitably, his afterglow began to dim. He groaned as he became cognizant of the soreness of his muscles.
The sound caused Mint to stir from his own euphoria, and he lifted a wing to look at his rider. Seeing his battered and exhausted state, the wyvern felt a spike of concern. Gently, Mint rolled Thomas off of himself, so his rider lied on his back. The wyvern began to nuzzle at Thomas worriedly, beginning to lick the mess from him. Thomas just let Mint do as he pleased for a moment, before he sat up with a grunt, putting a hand on Mint's muzzle reassuringly.
"No need to look so worried, you big lug." Thomas said, with a slightly pained chuckle. "You just tired me out a bit."
Mint just nudged his rider back down and resumed cleaning him, ignoring any further protestations from his rider. Only once he was satisfied, did he turn to groom himself. Thomas took the opportunity to rise on unsteady feet, and find his ruined shirt to dry himself off, but Mint didn't leave him alone for long. Thomas didn't even have a chance to retrieve his underpants, before he found himself pulled against Mint's chest, wrapped by his wyvern's wings. Mint curled around him, and Thomas resigned himself to not getting any use out of his tent this night, or any night.
Thomas made himself comfortable, and idly stroked Mint's neck while he thought about what had happened. He smiled ruefully to himself, as he thought about how much riding tomorrow was going to suck, but it had been more than worth it.
"Mint?" Thomas asked softly, causing the wyvern to lift his head. "Thank you. I don't know how long it would have taken me to accept my feelings if you hadn't given me a push." The wyvern responded by nuzzling into him affectionately.
"Mint?" Thomas reached a hand up to Mint's muzzle to get the wyvern to meet his eyes. "I love you."