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***This is the first part of a wyvern lovin' trilogy***

Description: Safik, the symbol of strength, wisdom, and fertility of an influential human kingdom, has luxury at his claw tips. He eats what he wants, how much he wants, and on top of that, he's blessed with an influx of females more than eager to carry his eggs.

One night, the wyvern receives a visit from none other than the son of the king himself, a young prince that harbors a strong fascination for wyverns, especially about their mating habits. Can the prince convince the proud wyvern to share his secrets? Read and find out…

Story written by me, Siranor

***A Royal Wyvern's Pleasures Ch1* **

Colbyras took the silver goblet from the table and drained the sweet red wine in one long, single sip. He needed his thoughts to be dulled further, for he didn't particularly like how painfully aware he was of his current situation. Naked, with fresh sweat appearing around his shaved neck from the heat of the wine that had long since burned within his veins, Colbyras stared at the entrance to his nuptial chamber.

What should I do?

For another quick, painful moment, the prince wished he didn't have a wife that would enter through that door within the next few minutes. His mind soared to freedom, to carelessness. Craved for the lost, better days of his youthfulness.

Longed to gaze upon the striking creatures that had landed in the castle's courtyard on the eve of his wedding day. The two mature wyvernesses arrived as part of a cultural exchange between the wyverns of the ebony peaks and the humans. Of course, being of dragon heritage, they refused to settle for anything less than the capital city of the kingdom, or a male less worthy than Safik, the king's famous breeder. For, besides sampling the sweetness of lavish human life, the first and foremost purpose of the females was to fly back home with their bellies burdened with foreign seed. A simple, yet effective way to ensure diversity of blood amongst their species.

That day -that happy happy day that seemed to have been ripped straight out of a different life- Colbyras watched the wyverns through the window of the groom's room while princess Vaneera - presently elevated to the rank of noble wife- had donned her pristine dress. Colbyras hated how long it took her to get ready. He hated the cramped box with four walls filled to the brim with babbling friends, curious acquaintances, and loud, pompous people that no sane man would want around them.

Yet he had to bear with the stink of the situation, for before Colbyras the man, he was Colbyras the prince, heir to a kingdom he never wanted, son to a father he hadn't particularly admired. He was the precious, single heir to the throne of Rasdeleith, son of Kenryth the Great, ruler of nations, tamer of wyverns, whatever this and that the drunks sung in the taverns.

And to what exactly had all of that amounted to? Drink to drown out the memories?

Colbyras took another quick sip from his gobble. Oh, how he always found leading to be a distasteful choice in life. More a burden than something to be proud of. He wasn't his father. Kenryth was a patient strategist that calmed riots and united shattered countries beset by years of hatred in one single, mighty nation. When he took upon the crown and placed it on his head, he did so with a smile.

But now, after years of ruling, having achieved everything he wished, Kenryth the Great became more stern than relaxed. Always obsessed with furthering his name, his legacy, his influence, no matter how much it harmed those closest to him.

Colbyras never had the heart to tell his father how much he hated the day when Kenryth expanded his horizons past the borders of his little country. After all, how loud could a pup bark? Colbyras had been a little boy back then. A son that saw his father consumed by responsibilities he never asked for, but more than that, a coward for not saying anything about it.

The prince let out a long sigh. It was too late now, to ponder upon the distant past. After all, a prince needed to show proper upbringing. To make bawdy jokes instead of sulking, talk about his boring future when required, impress people he did not like with words that soured upon his tongue long before he even spoke them.

“Exquisite," Colbyras muttered under his breath as he distanced himself from the long hours of lassitude. He filled himself another glass of wine, picked it up, then walked over to the window. Ironic, how even his bed chamber had a clear view of the courtyard, as if fate wanted to play a twisted game on his already tangled, dragon-addled mind. So many exciting things happened there, on that patch of fresh grass. The arrival of the two female wyverns that stole the spotlight of his wedding, the boisterous celebration of his wedding party, which bored Colbyras way more than it entertained him.

Yet none of these memories roared louder than the climactic bliss of his father's royal wyvern. Colbyras remembered that moment perfectly. It was that time during the middle of celebrations when everyone wobbled around, intoxicated on music and wine alike. As the prince, Colbyras was placed in a most uncomfortable spotlight, with entire queues of excited revelers begging to get a piece of the famous prince's mind.

Colbyras excused himself to make his water, only to instead sneak behind the royal barn where the wyverns were kept. No noble worth their garments would look twice at that building, and Colbyras took a deep breath of relief. Oh yes. It felt so good to be alone, away from all those fancy-dressed jackals.

However, what he didn't expect was for the wyverns to make some noise of their own. Colbyras was first shocked by the growls that came from within. Then, slowly, he grew more curious. Excited, even, to listen to the song of wilderness.

He peeked inside. Frenzied moans, reckless growls, and hard, rattling scales made Colbyras harder than the ground he stood upon.

He didn't see more than a few swaying tails, but he knew. Oh, how eagerly Safik must've bred, to make the very walls of his barn tremble with his orgasmic might. Locked jaws around a scaly neck. Shivering claws, raking the stone matted with the precursor of seed.

Colbyras winced with lust as he ripped himself from that heated memory. His member felt just as hard as a wyvern's cock, more than ready to unleash a much tinier amount of precious seed. The quantity of cum a male like his father's stud deposited inside his mate after days of purposeful abstinence must've been nothing short of impressive for a wyvern as big as a peasant's home.

“I hope you plan to keep that window closed." A smooth, silky voice came from the doorway. “Cold is said to wither the flesh, and I'll have you hard as a stud ready to pierce a mare's cunt on our first night in bed."

Stud. Cunt. Those were the only words that registered in Colbyras's wine-addled mind. He barely paid attention to the raven-haired woman that slowly walked towards the bed, wearing nothing but a violet gown too thin to obscure her fine forms.

“Mmmm, is that feruvian that I smell? Bring me the extra goblet if you're done composing your ballad."

“Ballad?" Colbyras turned around with a slight frown on his flushed face. “You want me to sing and get you drunk at the same time?"

“Or fuck me, depending on what's more urgent." Vaneera walked around the bed sensually, like a snake waiting for the prey to walk closer into her embrace. She lowered herself seductively over the red coverings, making no effort to hide the gentle crevice that could be spotted through the thin veil of her hyacinth dress. Many men would be envious, to find themselves with a goddess warming up their beds.

Not Colbyras. He still thought of wyverns when he brought the goblet over to his wife, only to have her warm hand grab him by his rock-hard erection.

“Mmmm, wet," she licked her thin lips as her gentle fingers slowly pulled the man's foreskin back over the glistening glans. “You know…pleasure maidens often employ their lips to rid men of an early climax."

“You're not-not like that.“ Colbyras gritted his teeth as his wife slowly uncovered more of his bulged, throbbing, ruddy head.

“Am I?" the woman winked. “Out there, I am the princess, but in here, I can be whatever I want. A librarian, a peasant, a dirty little whore that wants nothing but swallow you whole…"

“Vaneera, d-don't. Nffffff!" Colby sucked in a sharp breath. Such feeble warnings could not stop a loving wife from kissing her beloved right there, on his hard, soaked head. Her fleshy lips parted around his glans to draw him deeper into her mouth for a tantalizing kiss before she parted with his cock.

“Was it so bad?" she giggled, then leaned back to part the gates of her flooded palace. “You'll find something much wetter if you care to put those goblets down."

“T'was cold." Colbyras drank the feeble amount of wine that dwelled within the goblets before he threw them away. “The wine, your lips. Both cold."

“You're a terrible jester." Vaneera giggled.

Oh, she had no idea. Colbyras would've loved to share his own knowledge on a certain matter. Tell her that female wyverns sampled the worthiness of a prospective mate the same way she did, by fellating their partner to roaring completion, an act that often caused them to reach their own peak thanks to the rich pheromones of a male wyvern's abundant lubrication. Tell her that he would've worshipped every part of her body, if she just had scales instead of a wan tanned skin, wings instead of thin, stick-like arms, and a long, beautiful face instead of the flat look she bore right now.

“You're taking a fair time to think. Were you being serious about my lips?"

“Of course not." Colbyras clambered over her, his cock bouncing against his crotch as he straddled her. “I merely sought to fan the flames of passion…for tonight, we'll breed like dragons."

“Dragons?" he could feel the woman's shuddering revolt on the spiky end of her hairs. “What ever turned your thoughts to such enormous beasts? I've eaten less than a cat for weeks to fit into that pompous dress your father wanted me to wear, and now you imply I've grown big? Oversized, like these trampling elephants that dwell within an earshot of our home? Your father was drunk when he decided to keep a wyvern right next to our-“

Colbyras kissed her, if only to stop the whole of complaints from drowning him. Vaneera was neither hideous in appearance, nor unpleasant in personality. She was just a woman; a simple, fragile creature that could hardly match the dazzling beauty of dragons.

Yet something stirred inside Colbyras once their tongues twined and their hips met. The scalding heat of her insides broke past the boundaries of reality to make him feel exactly like a wyvern plowing through the dainty lips of his first mate. The edges of the bed creaked, and the whole thing started to rattle in rhythm with the prince's fierce thrusts.

“Ooohhhh, oh yes!" Vaneera cried out her bliss, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her crumpled dress, her cunt squeezing faster around his cock than Colbyras's heart managed to beat. “Fuck me, my prince. Oooohhh, fuck me like a dragon!"

Colbyras smacked her flooded gates for five consecutive thrusts, each journey making his face wrinkle further, each causing his ridges to travel along his mate's lips and stimulate her unrelenting grasp of his cock. He held her tight in the embrace of his wings, brushing his scrunched snout along her equally tense features as they ascended to the peaks of pleasure together.

Vaneera wailed out her first. She scratched along his back, though to Colbyras, the sting felt like his scaly mate's wing talons sliding over his resilient scales, exotic and stimulating to his draconic instincts. Seed burst from the depths of his sizzling crotch, and, with one last, desperate thrust, he sunk himself into his mate down to the last ridge, pumping wave after wave of life inside her tight, clenched pussy.

“Raaawwwhhhh….Haaaaaaahhhh…" Colby roared, a powerful sound that seemed to carry across the multiverse.

“That's it? You're done?"

“Ahhh…aaaaaaahhhh." Colbyras opened his eyes to see not the satisfied face of a freshly impregnated wyverness, but the stern, dissatisfied scowl of his wife.

“Wha- didn't you scream earlier? You told me to fuck you like a dragon, and that's exactly what I did."

Vaneera's scowl deepened. “What? Has the drink climbed to your head? I only told you to slow down a bit right after you started making that face."

“What face?" Colbyras winced as his spent cock plopped out of her drippy vagina.

“That." She slapped him over the face. “This same twitching, wry face, as if you've got a lemon stuck in your mouth. Are you thinking of other women?" Vaneera's frown deepened when all she got was a confused look. “Men. You're all the same. I'll let you off this one time on account of all the wine that's coming out with your breath. But just so you know, five thrusts is not what I had in mind for our first night together. Now go. Clean yourself up, drink some water, and bring me a wet cloth to clean all this mess you've belched inside me."

Five? But…it lasted so much more. What in the world was she speaking about?

Colbyras got his answer in the bathing chamber. His back bore no scratch marks, and, unless mirrors suddenly learned how to deceive his eyes, that meant only one thing. His first lovemaking session was nothing but an addled memory spurred by all that damned wine in his system.

“It felt so good though…I was there. I felt her pull me in, and then…and then I came."

When that beautiful thought hardened his member, Colbyras knew exactly what to do. He washed his face with a burst of cold water, then picked a cloth, soaked it in the same water, and threw it on the messy lap of his surprised wife before he ran into the hallways, naked as a newborn.

The royal carpets felt rougher than expected under his bare feet. The stone steps that led down towards the courtyard, cold and dusty. Colbyras paused before the main gate. Thomas and Edwin were not two of the most loyal of guards, but also his friends. There was no easy way to lie. Not to them. Colbyras slapped his face a few times to make it redder, put on his best pained look, then stepped into the main hall.

“Colbyras? What in Thailen's thunder-“

“Flowers." The prince cut in. “Vaneera got a bit worked up. Deemed my first time inappropriate, and now wants me to bring her flowers from the gardens."

The two men exchanged a look, their faces almost bursting with laughter, only, it was not a kind thing to do, to laugh in the face of an injured prince.

“If my father ever hears of this, I'm going to have you both stripped and sent to the wild wyverns of the ebony peaks as a gift. So move."

Colbyras meant it as a threat, but his friends laughed all the harder for it, making jokes about who looked better out of the three of them.

“No, no. Let us get that."

“Wouldn't want someone to catch sight of the royal weener."

“Shut up and open the accursed door." Colbyras hissed.

As soon as he found grass under his feet, Colbyras ran. If anyone would see him now, with his flaccid member flopping side to side with each stride, they would brand him as a madman.

And perhaps he was, considering what he had in mind. As Colbyras approached the royal wyvern's nest, an imposing dome surrounded by four towers, each with a different species of wyvern standing guard at the, a wicked smile stretched over his determined face. No sane man, least of all a prince, had any business with a beast in the middle of the night.

“No more dreams," Colbyras lifted the lever of the unguarded gate. “Tonight, I'll get to have you all for myself."

The gate parted with a weak creak, allowing the naked prince to slip inside unnoticed.

“Ow." Colbyras brushed away bits of hay with his bare feet. The floor was littered with it, forming a pathway that connected the five empty nests to the sixths occupied one. Though the sky was dark, the light of the full moon filtered through the upper windows of the towering chamber to offer a good visibility of the nest's sole resident.

Safik. King Kenryth's royal wyvern. The sharpest, biggest, and probably also the most beautiful specimen in all the land. Safik's scales bore a radiant golden color in the light of the sun. Now, under the caress of the moon, his scales looked darker, paler, yet nonetheless beautiful. A crown of black spikes surrounded the wyvern's head, pointing back towards the larger spikes that ran along his entire spine. Only his tail had been spared. Its tapered, spike-less tip was coiled around one of the wyvern's sizable legs to twitch every so often.

Safik slept on a cushy blanket crafted specifically for someone of his stature, his nostrils flaring and narrowing with gentle breaths. To Colbyras, even a sleeping wyvern was something special to behold. With careful steps, he approached the creature, and the closer he got, the spicier the wyvern's natural scent became, an allure that mixed in with the tint of dry hay to form a concoction more pleasant than anything a human's bodily odor could produce.

What could the gods think, when they created something so beautiful? Colbyras pondered. He cupped the tip of a smooth black claw, his hand insignificant compared to the claw he caressed up to one of the wyvern's three powerful toes, each bearing the size of a grown man. The human followed the wyvern's tail as it circled his wing. Safik's membrane was hot to the touch. Much warmer than Colbyras expected. It radiated heat like the sun radiated warmth, keeping the creature snug against the coldest of winds. Where the wing ended, just underneath the joint, rested Safik's head. The rushes of moist air that came out of his shuddering nostrils almost teased the prince with their benevolent warmth.

Just one quick touch, he extended a hand towards the beautiful creature's snout to fugitively feel the soft, pebbly scales between his enormous nostrils. The touch only lasted a second. Colbyras pulled back, almost afraid that the suction of the wyvern's breathing cycle could suck his arm in or the wyvern would rouse and snap his curious fingers off.

“How silly," Colbyras whispered. “He'd probably even allow me to watch him breed, if only I'd ever muster the courage to ask…"

Colbyras felt his cock stiffen at the lewd thought that suddenly took root in his mind. He already came here butt-naked to gaze upon the magnificence of Safik. Why not…take it farther?

With puckered lips and a concentrated frown on his face, Colbyras sneaked his way between the wyvern's legs, heart racing in his chest. The smell of arousal picked up quite a bit, a dizzying concoction of liquid pleasure that kept his muscles tense and his cock hard with arousal up until he finally came face to face with the wyvern's soaked rift. A cloudy discharge dripped from the line separating his scaly folds, pooling into a damp, dark spot on the fine silky blanket he slept on.

Colbyras crawled closer. He pushed his front half through a pair of toes and rubbed himself along the slimy fluid of the wyvern's walls until he could curl up half a hand away from the object of his desires.

The vent was big. Probably large enough for a human to crawl into, wet to a shiny perfection. Even in sleep, the wyvern's wet flesh twitched and flattened its two sides together, a feast of the eyes Colbyras had never witnessed from such close distance. It was…perfect. Oozing pleasant heat together with a spicy smell situated somewhere at the intoxicating edge of the sweetness of the red wine mixed with a few other pungent flavors. The concoction entered Colbyras' nostrils through a shuddering breath. He loved that smell far too much to merely look at the folds the produced it. The pleasant heat of the flesh enticed him to approach further. Colbyras's first pass was a fugitive one, and, when the wyvern sported no reaction from the shy caress of the human's pebble of a hand, Colbyras licked his lips, muttered a silent prayer to the God of fertility, then pushed his way inside the wyvern's vent. First, a few fingers, to test his reaction.

When none came, his hand followed, and after that, his arm. Colbyras required almost no strength to slide into the soaked passage of Safik's trembling flesh. The wyvern instinctively tried to stop his advance with rhythmic spasms, only serving as relief for the human's racing breath. Colbyras knew he couldn't stop. Not when he got so close to accomplish a most arousing purpose. His fingers spread inside the wyvern's warm flesh, feeling their way from wall to wall until they embraced the barbed surface of the wyvern's flaccid cock.

“Aaaahhh, so….big." A soft, aroused groan left his tense jaws. Colbyras grabbed himself with his other hand, then began to slowly stroke his own rock-hard shaft in rhythm with the wyvern's squeezes, imagining how it would feel if it was his cock that kissed the wyvern's sleeping member instead of his hand. The flesh was soft, his barbs, deflated. Quite different than the spiky menace he imagined during his daydreaming.

Colbyras continued to feel his way around the enormous cock. When he found the wyvern's urethra, he sunk a finger inside to gasp at how lewd and gooey that felt. He was inside a male's vent, fingering his cock-hole, thinking how that would feel when the same cock dripped with the nectar that preceded a breeding session.

If only he had any idea how little he had to wait to see that question answered. The surrounding walls crashed down around him with a luscious squirt. Excess lubrication splattered over Colbyras's bare chest, dripping down his tensing abs and kissing his hard, naked cock as he debated whether to remain inside and feel the wyvern grow, or pull back and miss a once in a lifetime opportunity.

The wyvern's vent spasmed again, this time with a surge of blood that made the flaccid cock twitch to life. The wyvern throbbed and grew, and Colbyras could do nothing but feel the cock harden under his very hand. The messy erection splattered its way into the cold air of the barn to the simmering growl of its owner and the rustling of his tense, shuddering wings.

A pair of slitted green eyes froze Colbyras in place for a second. Safik, without any doubt or reservation towards his unexpected guest, hoisted his shivering leg into the air to gain access to his impressive cock. His features seemed to soften with lust as he took in his own scent with a shuddering breath, then parted his deadly jaws to allow his long, forked tongue to roll over the entire length of the throbbing member with a slow, tantalizing lick. His barbed head tensed under the warm flick of his tongue. The veins of his cock pulsated with fresh blood that only made him harder.

And once Safik reached the ridges at the base of his impressive shaft, he spat two bursts of pheromone-laden pre-seed that dribbled through the gaps of his many teeth upon the blanket below.

“T-that's…" Colby stammered, his throat tight all of a sudden. “Wow, that's very…it's really…"

“Improper?" The wyvern tilted his spiked head to look at the mess he made; the mess he kept making every time his cock jutted into the air. “Oh yes. My nest should bear no such stains. Yet it wasn't my tongue that stirred such needs, nor it is my volition that sees me roused from sweetest slumber."

“I'm sorry about the…" Colbyras gestured over to the wyvern's vent, now puffed out like a fleshy blanket around the base of his fully erect member. “The thing. I just came here to spend a peaceful night away from my wife, then I saw you all wet down there, and I thought you might need a bit of help…with the cleaning, I mean. For the wetness…down there."

The wyvern cleaned his messy maw with a long swipe of the same, perverted tongue, then stared at the little human with a dazzling eye. “Is that why you touched me naked, bearing no washcloth, nor clothes to cover your body with?"

“I…uhm…the cloth…I've left it in the…" Colbyras mumbled his way from one excuse to the other, painfully aware of what he just did as he waved his hands in the air, one much colder and slimier than the other. Safik seemed benevolent for now, but somebody once said aroused dragons could be just as unpredictable as bulls.

Colbyras twined his hands, trying to focus more on what to say. Concentration became much harder to grasp; almost as hard as his cock. For while he bothered to form his pathetic apologies, the naughty wyvern continued to sniff and nuzzle his erection, and even gave his tip a few more polishing licks.

“G-gods…you're really not interested in what I have to say, are you?" The prince hung his head, arms falling at his sides. “Now that your secret is all out in the open, that's the only thing you care about."

“Should I be taken with you?" Safik hummed with obvious satisfaction. “We both know the real reason you sought me out tonight."

“W-we do?" The prince perked his head up.

The wyvern motioned with his snout towards one of the empty stalls. Colbyras jumped away from the descending leg. Safik got onto his feet way faster than a creature of his size led one to believe. The rustling of his enormous wings created a song of its own in company of the clicking of talons and the creature's own powerful breath. Colbyras wobbled between Safik's legs, trying to avoid being crushed under one of those huge toes.

“Careful." Safik reared up on his feet to stretch his wings briefly, then leaned them back against the ground, supporting a small part of his weight on them as he walked. Colbyras found himself wondering just how glorious those wings looked at full span before the wyvern's dangling erection stole his attention. It swung from side to side with every step, stuck in a state of soft, aroused tension, pelting the ground with thick drops of liquid arousal.

“Come, hatchling. I will not stain my own bedding just so your eyes can bear witness to the flow of my seed."

Flow of what? Colbyras rushed after the large, scaly male. Safik headbutted the wooden gates of an empty stall with ease, sending them clattering against the walls. He settled onto a clean nest bearing the golden color of his scales similarly to how an avian would, tucking his wings close to his body, then crouching down, allowing his weight to distribute evenly along his belly, until his member throbbed again.

The wyvern let out an annoyed growl at the contact between moist penis and dry nest. He rolled onto his back as much as his spikes allowed, lifted a leg to let his member throb as it pleased, then stared at the shocked human expectantly.

“Well? Are you going to get on top of me, or perhaps you plan on using your influence to command me over to you instead?"

“Narh!" Colbyras rasped. He licked his dry lips, moistened his throat with whatever saliva he had left in his mouth, then spoke again. “No, I'm sorry, but no. Haven't come to you as a prince. Not tonight. I meant to…I wanted to…"

Blasted. Why not just speak and be rid of this heated guilt?

“I've made love to my wife thinking of you." The prince placed a hand on his chest, smiling wryly. “Well, me, in your scales." Colbyras cursed, shook his head, and tried again. “I mean to say, I imagined myself breeding like you do whenever a female arrives at the castle."

That still didn't sound quite right. Colbyras hung his head, unable to even look a feral beast in the eye. “Alright…how to put it? Let's just say I have these cravings that I cannot quite rid myself of, and…I want to touch you. To feel every…every part of what makes you a male, so that I can better imagine what a female feels when you…you know, unburden yourself inside her."

“A burden?" The wyvern shook his golden head with a soft chuckling growl. “No, no. It is something far better than that. Clamber onto my belly, and I will grant you the knowledge you seek… in exchange for a small favor a prince like you will have no problem to procure."

Gold? A new, fancier nest? Colbyras's mind swam with possibilities, yet he remained silent. He realized in that strange, heated moment while he stared into the wyvern's eager eyes that no price could ever match such an opportunity. He was not going to leaf through the pages of a boring book, or watch a breeding from afar only to receive half the information he needed. If he accepted, he could touch and feel a male in the most intimate of ways, perhaps even taste the very essence of life that impregnated so many fertile females.

Colbyras slowly approached the impressive creature. He loved the way his toes clenched with expectation, or how his breath shuddered whenever he caught a particularly intense wave of his own scent. Colbyras stepped over the tapered tip of the wyvern's tail, then placed his hands on his lower belly scales to find them wet with the creature's lusts. Safik merely stared at him like a patient teacher, waiting for its student to settle down into proper position, only, it was a deceptively difficult thing for a human to climb up along a slippery slope of a wyvern's belly with nothing to hold onto. Colbyras failed several times before he had the idea to climb from the wyvern's tail end instead of the side.

And that worked…up until he fell flat on his chest a hand or so away from the male's puckered tailhole.

“Oww…your scales are really not that soft when you try to climb them." The human rubbed some of the oily pre-seed over the scrapes he acquired all over his naked body.

“It will pass." The wyvern rumbled.

“You can't expect me to crawl over your…hole," Colbyras gestured towards the entrance of the wyvern's ass, only to get the same blank stare in return. Bloody dragons. Four legs, two legs. All of them had the same cocky attitudes.

So Colbyras failed, again and again. Safik eventually leaned in his horned head to help out, and, by holding onto his spikes, Colbyras vaulted over the wyvern's tailhole, soaring over his privates to find purchase on the creature's chest. Safik's barbed cock-head fell over his back shortly after, a hot mountain of flesh that spat about a bucket's equivalent of fluids over Colbyras's bare skin. What a shame, to let all that deliciousness go to waste. Why not give the wyvern a taste of his own medicine?

Whirling around belly up, Colbyras latched his hands around the glorious tip. Barbs flared all around his arms. Safik shuddered, stretching both legs and wings with a soft, needy whine. He clearly failed to expect such a bold move from a frail human, and that sweet moan-like growl made Colbyras all the more eager to feast. Without the shadow of a doubt, Colbyras pushed his face into the wyvern's urethra to taste the male straight from the source, his own body shuddering as it was assaulted by a plethora of stimuli, none more intense than the overwhelming musk hiding within the wyvern's cavernous cock-hole.

Colbyras groaned lustfully. He lapped, kissed, drank whatever he could from the wyvern's emissions in the split second that he had.

Throb.

He didn't expect a wyvern's cock to be so powerful. As soon as Safik tensed up, his cock jolted into the air, sending Colbyras up along with a mighty throb before the human met the wet scales again at the end of the throb, this time accompanied by gushing waves of precum that almost drowned him.

“Khaaahhh! Paaaah!" Colbyras blew his nose and spat the excess fluid that seemed to have gotten into every one of his holes. His back throbbed with pain, but not quite as hard as his own slimy erection. “That…was a bad idea, but at least it felt nice for you. Wouldn't you agree?" He peered back to see Safik as focused and unamused as ever. “You almost drowned me with your cloudy whatever that was. Can you at least answer this simple question?"

The wyvern remained silent. His nostrils widened and narrowed over a couple of calm breaths that returned his muscles to a slightly more relaxed state. “Your concerns will be abated, if I deem it necessary."

Colbyras spat a bit more of that awfully tasty precum. He liked it, only it spurted far too strong in his mouth. “What's that supposed to mean?"

“That I am waiting for you to be ready for the lesson. Now that you've drank me like a female in the throes of her heat, whatever lingering curiosities you might've had about that aspect of reproduction have been pushed back, I hope."

Colbyras would have shaken his head at the wyvern's exaggerated sense of formality if he wasn't so eager to put his lips on that beautiful cock again. “Fine. I'll be your pupil, if only I get to ride that stiff pole of yours again."

“You may try, human, yet you might find that path just as treacherous as the scales you cling to."

Safik slowly rolled over onto his side to make the inspection process easier, allowing Colbyras to slide down his scales. The human's bare feet met the ground. Though colder than Safik's warm scales, the human was grateful to find his feet on the ground again. Safik pointed his snout towards the base of his tail, and, for a moment, Colbyras believed the wyvern wanted him to start with that distasteful pucker as revenge for the recent act of defiance.

Fortunately, it was not so. The wyvern went into a detailed explanation of how his genitalia worked. He encouraged the human to satisfy his curious cravings, so, while Safik busied his maw with words, Colbyras felt his way around the wyvern's exposed vent in quite a feistier manner than what Safik instructed. He licked the warm slime from the everted flesh instead of merely caressing it with his delicate human hands, and slurped great amounts of lubrication when his puckered lips managed to sneak into the narrow openings between Safik's cock ridges and the vent that sheltered them.

“Gah," Colbyras pushed his drippy face back, his stomach warm with the fluids he just ingested. “I expected a least a growl or a little hiss to stir within your prattling maw, though I suppose my tiny lips are a poor match to a long, forked tongue."

“Mmrrrhhhh," Safik agreed with a dip of his head. “A human cannot know the relief of a cleaning session, or the bliss of a penetration, when their stones stand as exposed as their members."

“Penetration? You mean…in there?" he pointed with awe back to the wyvern's vent. “With your own tongue?"

“No. I speak of receiving another male inside me. A mating purely for the thrill of spending your seed, without the added risk of impregnation." Safik's voice trailed off into a short growl as his wing shuddered for the briefest of moments. “It feels almost like a mounting. Sharper, with a tint of the unexpected, as every twitch of my muscles carries the risk of release. I have allowed many males inside me, human. Most chose to ease my initial lust with their maws, while a few sought a greater challenge and buried themselves inside me as if they just claimed a fertile female."

“H-how does it feel, to be fucked like a female?" Colbyras asked, awestruck by this aspect of a male wyvern's life. He always saw Safik as a breeder. A proud male who'd never entertain the thought of letting another cock anywhere near him.

The golden wyvern unleashed a long, steamy growl. Gentle vibrations passed through the air. Though unnoticeable to such a large, rugged creature, the vibrations made the human's shaft tighten with lust. Colbyras resisted the urge to peel back his foreskin, for he knew even something as simple as exposing his glans to the wyvern's hot breath could send him into an ejaculatory fit, so he just watched, listened, and throbbed in rhythm with Safik's breath.

“Mrrrr…it feels far better than words can convey." The wyvern's hind side jerked forward with longing, member tensing and leaking with lust. “There is something primal in brushing alongside another erect male. In feeling their hot, life-giving seed wash over you with such tremendous pressure that it triggers a sharp, instant release straight from your vent. It's different than mating, yes, but beautiful in its own, mystifying way."

The wyvern must have held quite a few memories inside his scaly head, given how he splattered himself with a few lazy ways of pearlescent lubrication. With the talk of vents done, Colbyras clambered back onto the wyvern's tail, this time using Safik's own cock for balance. It was a hot, slimy, throbbing mess that had his hands grabbing at the slippery ridges in a frantic effort to find purchase. Such wild caress made the male tense up with shivering thrusts, each harder than the last, up until Colbyras pressed his bare body flat against the wet, burning cock. The sensation of intimately holding such an intimate part of this beautiful creature against his bare body made Colbyras throb hard with pleasure, his cock spitting its own pre-cum over the wyvern's much larger phallus.

“Done. I'm done." The prince jumped back on the ground, brushing thick strands of slime from his body. “Hundreds of apologies for grabbing them like that. Gods, if you would've just warned me of how sensitive you are down here, I wouldn't be embracing your cock tighter than my wife."

“Hraarrr, I seem to have…grrr, overrrestimated the capabilities of your frail form." The wyvern hissed. “Rrridges stir the female. Force her to tighten. Tightness means heat, and for a male, to be buried down to the last ridge inside his mate…"

“I know." Colby intervened over the wyvern's rolling purr with a fond caress of his snout. “You can skip over that part if it eases the pain of your throat."

Safik still chose to talk about the near-unbearable sensitivity of his ridges during his ascent into climax, arousing both the prince and himself further in the process. A sizable amount of cloudy, pheromone-laden precum had soaked into the golden blanket by now, slowly turning it a shade darker.

“Proceed." Safik said. “We're almost…at the climax of our lesson."

His faster breath certainly hinted at a different sort of climax. One that heated Colbyras's blood and made him yearn to mark this creature's member with his own dots of human semen. The wyvern's tail coiled around a golden scaled leg, applying extra pressure with the squeezing of Safik's nether muscles, which made not just his member spit again, but his wings also shuddered and rubbed against the walls of the stall.

There was nothing more arousing to Colbyras than to see such a powerful male tremble before his touch. He pushed his body along Safik's member, groaning softly as his soft balls crumpled against the firm cock he stood upon.

Colby thrust. He slid easily over the smooth flesh that led towards the wyvern's sensitive, barbed tip. The middle of Safik's member had neither barbs nor ridges. It was smooth as the golden plains laden with wheat, a sturdy pole of flesh that throbbed with the promise of life.

“Nghhh….Nhaaaah….Mrrffff…" the human grunted each time he shoved his naked, slimy body over the dragon's throbbing erection. The friction of flesh on flesh felt oh so good to his member. His foreskin danced over his ruddy head, each complete cycle bringing Colbyras just a bit closer to his own orgasm. Many times, Safik's powerful surges sent Colbyras into the air, and he succeeded in holding fast up until his hands found the crown of barbs decorating the end of the wyvern's bulged tip.

Safik's reaction was just as violent as it was quick. Several lances of cloudy precum shot against his snarling snout. Some pelted his scales. Others found shelter inside his maw. Colbyras almost reached his own climax at how wild the taste of his own fluids drove the wyvern. Safik's wings shuddered with elation. The vibrations traveled along his restless tail that whirled backwards to expose the dragon's clenching pucker. Spasms wracked the muscles within to milk more of the delicious fluids spat out by his cock. Safik flicked his precum-laden tongue between his trembling jaws, as if he was unsure whether to just growl out his pleasure or feast on the bounty spat out by his cock.

“Sorry. I'm sorry for-“

“Hraaarrrr. Don't be. The…unusual technique you've used to inspect me fanned the flames of my passion quicker than I anticipated."

“That means…you're going to shoot?"

“Not just yet, human." Safik poked his wet cock with the tip of his snout. “Touch. Feel. If your little paws happen to test my resilience beyond what I expect…if I cannot withstand the ascent of my seed, know that my maw is close, and my tongue, all too eager to accomplish what you've started."

With a dip of his head, Colbyras reached back along the barbs…

And felt them stiffen in time with the male's sizzling hiss. Though Safik kept insisting that his ridges triggered his climax, Colbyras started to form a different opinion from the way he snarled, flapped his wings, or jerked his feet when his nubs of flesh were attacked by the prince's deft hands. The wyvern's tail formed a crescent within the mass of fallen hay, brushing back and forth over the ground with short, jagged swipes. Colbyras found the crown behind the head to bear the most sensitivity, a spiked mass of smaller, sensitive barbs that became his favorite spot to tease. He made Safik growl quite a few times by licking him there, the taste of wyvern arousal as tasty as the male's warm, sizzling hisses.

“Maybe I should just push you over the edge. I'm curious if your maw can cope with the amounts of seed you hold in this gorgeous member of yours."

“I yearn for that." Safik practically trembled with the eagerness of ejaculate the bubbling cum out in the open. “The pheromones contained in my pre-coital fluids arouse male and female alike. I've been tasting and breathing my own arousal for so long that I might just decide to feast on my seed."

“But…isn't mating better? That would be a waste of good seed, to turn it into a meal rather than eggs."

“Grah, there is…quite enough to accomplish both purposes." Safik explained. “Submissive males offer themselves to be tasted or mounted by those who have bested them over a mate or during territorial fights. Females too sample our worthiness not through brawls or contests of speed, but by tasting the very essence that can bring life to their dormant eggs."

“How many times did that happen?"

“Many, many times." Safik let out a long, hissing sigh. “Though it has been many days since I have tasted the full brunt of my fertility. I clean my mate like any other whelp is taught by their parents, but to thrust into the comfort of my own maw…to feel my length pulsate with my tongue wrapped around it, yearning for a taste…That is something I need to do, and soon."

“Why?" Colbyras slowly moved his hands over the soft tips of the wyvern's barbs, brushing them as he would any other furred animal. While his hands worked, his hips mounted their own assault on the wyvern's shaft. Even with all those barbs, Colbyras' small human penis found clear, fleshy pathways to slide through. The heat of the cock was quite enough to set him off, yet, whenever he felt particularly brave or horny, Colbyras would slide over or between two barbs, emulating Safik's lustful hisses. “Seems rather pointless… when you have two eager females waiting for you to fill them instead."

The dragon growled. “Again, I find this aspect of my life difficult to explain to somebody who requires the grasp of their paw to achieve release on their own. Now, as much as I'd love to feast on my own seed, as you so cleverly put it, I think I will award that distinctive honor to the prince tonight."

“M-me? You want me to do what?" Colby leaned back, tightly gripping the dragon's sensitive nubs.

Safik's lips stretched into a toothy smile. “To use that soft, naked body of yours in the same way you've done until now, human."

The prince was most surprised when the wyvern splayed on his back. Safik really meant that. Why would he just keep his head back and pant with anticipation otherwise?

I'm going to do this, Colbyras reassured himself. I'm going to make this beautiful creature cum all over himself.

It was that hot thought of a majestic wyvern plastered in his own cum that settled Colbyras's body in furious motion. The human embraced the mighty member with his arms and pressed it tight against his body. He started with a slow descent towards the ridges at the base of the wyvern's massive cock, then followed that up with a mighty push back towards the tip. It seemed a rather simple thing to execute, in theory.

Yet the burning heat of the wyvern's shaft, the abundant moisture that oozed out of his vent to keep his ridges finely lubricated, and more so, the effect they had on the human's penis could only be described as an orgasmic experience like no other. Like Safik had warned, Colbyras struggled to withhold his seed while he slid his naked body up and down the wyvern's impressive shaft. Each descent towards the slit rubbed the underside of his sensitive penis closer to the bliss of release, while each push towards the tip earned him a gulp of abundant juices if not a full burst of cloudy arousal.

“Ghaaa…khaaa…haaaaah." Colbyras groaned over the wyvern's growly fits. Safik became more vocal. Restless, now that his climax approached. Colbyras realized that from the trickling fluids that gushed in an almost continuous flow from the twitching tip of his cock. After three long sliding motions, he just couldn't help himself to a serving of wyvern arousal. Colbyras pressed his chest against the top of the wyvern's barbed head, then dunk his head straight into the line of fire to receive the male's pheromone-laden bounty, an unbearably hot treat that seemed to get thicker with each burst.

In his rush to taste the wyvern's essence from the very tip of his cock, Colbyras barely realized his fading consciousness allowed a much more primal part of him to take over. He thrust himself against the wyvern's tip; short, ragged motions that pushed his chest along the barbs, while from below, a restless hand caressed the wyvern's flaring nubs. Colbyras's legs were not restless either. Locked in a tight grapple around the powerful member, his feet kept bumping and sliding over the first two rows of sensitive ridges, an act that encouraged Safik to thrust and further exacerbate his own weakness.

With a violent shudder of his legs, the wyvern brought his wings down upon the prince and his own cock alike, surrounding them both in the velvet heat of his body while he mounted that last, desperate thrust that heralded the end of his resistance. Safik cried out not like a majestic wyvern, but more like a desperate male that finally tasted blissful relief after an eternity of teasing. His seed burst like a geyser out of his bloating member, soaring over his head to impact hard upon the wooden walls of the stall.

Colbyras struggled to hold onto the cock while it spat. With every wave of fertile cream, Safik's loose member bounced into the air, firing off lines of cum as uneven as his moaning yowls. Some acquired a higher pitch. Others descended into hissing growls.

Yet no matter how he chose to vocalize his pleasure, the wyvern's singular bliss burned with the same intensity as it did from the explosive start all the way to the slow, dribbling finish.

It was after Safik relaxed back inside his nest that Colbyras could finally get a taste of fresh cum. The prince pushed his entire fist into Safik's leaking urethra to scoop up the thick, milky cum that had a bittersweet, fruity undertone compared to his own feeble human seed.

“Slide down." Safik whispered. “Your feet are making my ridges tingle with…arrrrr, prominent discomfort."

Colbyras flopped back on the ground, his own flabby member dripping with a lighter shade of white. “Oh…oh no."

“What's the matter?" Safik asked after he rolled onto his legs to sniff at the splotches of cum he unleashed all over the stall. “Is the taste of my seed too strange upon your human tongue?"

“No, it's mine. I must've released during the...mating or whatever we've done."

Safik flicked his bifurcated tongue over the human's member, a low growl of satisfaction burning in his throat, while a grunt sizzled within that of the prince. “Mrrr, poor reason to be ashamed of. Very poor."

“Ahhh, I knoooow!" he shuddered over the few seconds it took for Safik to pull his tongue back within his maw. Colbyras found himself harden back as he watched Safik eat his own cold seed from the ground, though it made sense, for a tidy male to clean up his own mess. He chose not to debate that topic, and, as a reward, he was allowed the distinct honor of cleaning Safik's own flaccid member off residual seed. Crouched under the wyvern, Colbyras worked the seed out of the shaft with a sensual massage that coaxed out far more cum than he could feed on. Colbyras smeared the excess over his chest, abs, and finally rolled his erect cock in wyvern cum, effectively marking himself with the male's warm essence, much to Safik's purring satisfaction.

“A keen mind is effective on its own, yet it is the pull of our instincts that often takes us on the correct path." Safik leaned on his side in the nest after he finished cleaning. He hoisted his leg up, his seed-coated vent widening bit by bit until it became a fleshy expanse not unlike a female's dripping pussy. “See yourself inside me, human. Thrust as I have, and let us see how steadfast your resilience holds against the heat of my flesh."

“Nghhh…" Colbyras winced with rising lust. He clambered over the dragon from his tail end, walking on all fours until he slipped on the moist scales. Much to his surprise, his hard, aching member found not hard scales underneath, but hot, velvet muscles that enveloped him like a warm blanket of pure pleasure.

“Khaaaawwww!" the prince scrunched his face and pushed himself deeper so that his balls too sunk into the wyvern's nest of flesh. “It's…so warm…" another wince escaped through his trembling jaws. From the moment he sunk his rock-hard erection inside that heaven of moistened flesh, Colbyras knew he could not possibly last more than a minute. The taste of wyvern cum was as fresh upon his lips as it was around his cock, swirling and facilitating his way into the male's burning walls with every throbbing thrust mounted by his trembling hips. Colbyras managed ten, fifty, almost twenty strokes until the heat ascended to unbearable levels of bliss. With his sweaty face scrunched by the looming climax, Colbyras buried his whole equipment inside the wyvern's fleshy halls, cock and balls alike, to loosen his seed with a feral cry of pure passion that mixed with the wyvern's satisfied rumble. Legs crossed, Safik clenched his muscles around the human's shaft just like an eager female would in the midst of the mating, and slowly, the milky texture of the wyvern's seed started to acquire the pearl-white undertones of the prince's scant cream.

“I'm…I'm done." Colbyras said, panting hard once his member spat out its last reserves. “Please…hold me until I wake up, for I doubt I can even twitch a muscle after the best mating of my short, insignificant human life."

A warm, sandy wing descended over Colbyras. “Insignificant? What a silly thing for a prince to speak of."

Colby smiled. Warm, pleasant gusts of air descended upon his back. Under Safik's wings, he felt loved. Cared for…

“I care not for the rank you wear or the wealth you possess. Right now, you are more than a simple human."

“What? A mate? Just because I swallowed a bit of your seed?" the prince chuckled.

“Even a drop would be enough to mark you as one of my flock. Now rest." The wyvern rumbled. “Cast every worry you have away upon the warmth of my wings."

Colbyras muttered his gratitude with a kiss on the wyvern's snout, then slowly fell asleep to the pleasant feeling of that long, forked tongue that washed ever so slowly over his body like the waves of a calm sea.

***End of Part 1***

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