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The landing was rough, but not nearly as rough as the flight. Ailmer welcomed the ground, even as it slammed against his bruised back. His fingers ached and the white marks across his forearms were slowly melting back to a blushed red. He let himself spread out on the ground, glad to be unbound between the unyielding leather and the dragon's flank.

After a few long moments, he managed to reach up and rub his forearms, trying to work some of the pressure soreness from his already-bruising limbs. Beroan stretched out beside him, carefully tucking his wings as he tried to recover from the awkward flight. Kerian and Cymris sailed around above them, spending much more time to plan out their approach and landing.

By the time they hit the ground, Ailmer had rotated himself up and was sitting against Beroan's flank. Even wordlessly, Beroan had curled himself against Ailmer to provide a comfortable spot for him. He appreciated it far more than the dragon knew. He let Kerian and Cymris gather around him at their own pace before speaking.

"So, we know that there's still Ikthil in the area." Ailmer said.

"Are you alright, sir?" Kerian asked.

"Battered, but I'm not injured." Ailmer said.

Cymris raised an eyeridge at him, but she stayed silent. Kerian also looked at him, worry creasing his forehead. "Not seriously injured. I'll be fine in a few days." Ailmer said, "It's more important that we figure out how much we're up against and defend Mossly."

Kerian nodded, while Cymris frowned. "Shouldn't we simply drive them away?" She asked.

"Do you know that there are only three?" Ailmer asked.

Cymris blinked, but realization soon softened her face. Ailmer paid little attention as he slowly stood up. He groaned, wincing as his aching limbs tingled and his sore core protested any motion he made. Clinging to Beroan's side, fighting gravity and wind the whole way, had taken far more effort than normal flight. He stretched his arms across his chest, trying to fix the aches that could only be remedied with sleep and time.

He glanced over at Beroan and the saddle across his back. They were hardly out of Halix and they'd need to get back to Mossly before nightfall. Ailmer was already dreading the flight back. He rubbed along his forearms, turning them over to examine the purple blotches starting where the saddle straps had labored against him. "I'll most likely be flying slow. You two are still fresh. Go ahead and do some more investigation, and focus on keeping yourselves safe. Meet me back at the mill before nightfall." He said.

"You'll be fine, sir?" Kerian asked.

"I'll be flying straight back, low and slow. I'd worry more about the pair of you--Keep to the skies and just look for signs of the scale of the horde," Ailmer said, pausing for a moment as he closed his eyes, squeezing at his tender forearms, "Note colors, too. Especially black, and green striped or tipped with crimson."

Cymris nodded, stretching herself out. She stepped up beside Kerian, who reached up to grab onto her saddle without looking. He began to haul himself up atop her, his brow furrowed. "What do the colors have to do with anything?" Kerian asked.

"Ikthil carapaces change with diet. Green ones have lived in forests for a significant period of time. Black ones kill dragons. Red ones..." Ailmer trailed off.

"Blood?" Kerian asked.

Ailmer nodded. "Green will give us a hint as to how long they've been here. Black and red are vicious."

The pair nodded in reply and Ailmer watch their eyes meet. They paused for a moment, and Ailmer could tell that they were absorbed in a short exchange of silent words. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back.

He spread his fingers out, trying to stretch his forearms as meekly as he could. Ailmer relaxed for a moment before he caught the whoosh of Cymris's downbeat. His eyes split open to watch the pair rise into the sky, leaving Ailmer pressed up against Beroan.

Several long heartbeats passed, and Ailmer realized that Beroan had been uncharacteristically silent the whole time. He turned around to meed Beroan's intense stare.

The drake's blue eyes were open wide, and they were focused on him. The drake stared at him with an intensity that made Ailmer want to flinch away from the big creature's gaze, but with his hands still wrapped around his forearms, he managed to hold his ground. "Beroan? Are you okay?" He asked.

The dragon drew in a long breath and stepped closer. That air huffed out over his front and, in a moment, Beroan's warm tongue was worming its way under his fingers. It took a moment, but Ailmer let go of his arms, letting the dragon's tongue wind and squeeze at his injuries.

He closed his eyes and let his head drop forward; he was intimately acquainted with the dragon's instinctual motion. He appreciated the heat and the pressure of the dragon's strong muscle. Without the magical amplification of the link, Ailmer wasn't sure if the dragon's saliva would be a replacement for a poultice.

A slight tingle, whether from the pressure and temperature encouraging blood flow, or from more mundane properties of Beroan's saliva, sparkled through his bruised arms. However much that Ailmer was betting against the action physically speeding the healing, he was deeply grateful for the familiar action.

With both palms up and fingers splayed, Beroan's tongue gave one last lick from his palms to the crooks of his elbows. Cool air brushed across his forearms, and Ailmer looked down into Beroan's eyes again.

He recognized the emotion this time. A storm of worry swirled in Beroan's clear blue eyes, and a deep frown creased his muzzle. His muzzle opened slightly, before closing again as words escaped him.

Ailmer's hands reached up under the dragon's chin and his forehead dropped to press against the bridge of Beroan's muzzle. Beroan's eyes closed and he gently nuzzled back up at Ailmer's face. After a few moments, Beroan lifted his head, sitting back in front of Ailmer.

"You almost," He managed, his jaw working slightly as he fished for the words, "Almost died, Ail."

Ailmer was taken aback. It looked like the dragon had been kicked in the gut and his eyes shimmered with the threat of tears. "Maybe," Ailmer said.

His brow furrowed for a moment; sure, he'd shivered after the adrenaline had worn off, and the drake was right. It had been much closer than he would have liked. His one-word explanation did nothing to help the dragon, however, and Beroan's neck dipped down so that he could bring his muzzle up, pressing his warm snout in against Ailmer's palms. "It was close, but I'm okay. I've had much closer calls before."

The dragon nodded, but his crests were still, literally, fallen. "It's okay, Beroan. You pulled me out and saved me." He said.

"But I was almost too slow! It could have gotten you!" Beroan said.

Ailmer nodded, shifting his palms to either side of the dragon's muzzle. He gave an affectionate rub over the drake's cheeks--mainly because his muscles were still aching too heavily to squeeze him. "But you were quick, and you saved my life." He said.

Beroan blinked a few times before he sat back on his haunches. His head pulled away from Ailmer's hands and he looked off into the forest. Ailmer let him sit in silence until he was ready to speak, turning to let his eyes trace over the same trees that Beroan was looking well past.

After another long silence, Beroan's claws scratched at the loam, gathering a pawful before relaxing. He wanted to cry out about how scared he was, about how glad he was that things worked out, about how he had spent the whole flight imagining the worst horrors that could have befallen them. He didn't have the words to express his anxiety, and so he just let his head fall forward, letting his forehead slump against Ailmer's chest.

That was, at least, one of the few places of Ailmer's body that weren't bruised. Ailmer could feel the dragon's facial muscles taut with stress and he audibly choked back tears. Ailmer braced his weight forward, pressing firmly against the dragon's head to balance himself against the steady pressure of the dragon's head. His fingers lifted and he pressed his hands in underneath Beroan's earfrills, pressing in with the heels of his hands to knead and massage his muscles.

Ailmer worked his hands in slow circles, using the pressure to massage back against his bruised palms. He looked up at the dragon and her rider, a frown on his face. Cymris was posed in the clearing, her wings already halfway spread, but Kerian was waiting for Ailmer's blessing. "Stay safe." Ailmer said, his gaze turning back to Beroan.

Kerian nodded, instinctively bending down against Cymris's back as the dragon's powerful downbeat launched them off the ground. A rush of artificial wind splashed over Ailmer. Two more, each significantly weaker than the last, buffeted against them before the other dragon was away.

Beroan let out a deep, slow sigh as he pressed his face in against Ailmer. Patiently, Ailmer's sore hands kept petting and rubbing over the back of the green dragon's head and the back of his jaw. Beroan's eyes closed for a few long moments, but Ailmer could feel him grimace as he drew in the courage to open them again and see that Ailmer was still there.

Ailmer gave a small pat along the back of the drake's jaw, guiding his head up and giving a tactile certainty that he was still in front of Beroan. One of the dragon's eyes slowly peeked out from his scaled lids, soon followed by the other as he realized that Ailmer was still there. The dragon slowly lifted his head back, and the corners of his mouth tugged up slightly. "You're okay." He rumbled.

"Besides a little soreness, I'm perfectly alright. There have been mornings where I wake up stiffer!" Ailmer lied, trying to put on a jovial tone.

Even though his voice wavered, it had the desired effect. Beroan made a short noise through his teeth, like two boulders shifting against each other. It was halfway between a scoff and a chuckle and his muzzle pulled into a conspiratorial smirk. "I bet you only wake up that sore after a dragon trods your tail." He challenged.

It took a moment for the words to hit Ailmer. He chortled, shaking his head as he firmly patted one of Beroan's cheeks, trying not to wince as his aching fingers and palms smacked firm muscle and tough scale. "I don't do things that are much more strenuous than that, dragon. You're much larger than I am." He said.

Beroan's tongue slid over the sides of his muzzle. His tail lashed and he nodded quickly with his tail wagging. "I'm not that big. You didn't seem to have very much trouble taking it." He said.

Ailmer shook his head, a smile across his face. "How did we get onto this topic?" He asked.

"Something, something, one trail mind?" Beroan replied.

The mage chuckled, letting go of the dragon's muzzle. He gathered his arms against his torso and resumed gently rubbing his forearms, spreading his legs out a little bit more to try to adopt a more comfortable position. However, after the constant strain of his awkward flight, he knew the only comfortable position would be passed out.

Beroan let out the breath that he'd been holding, and took another moment to close his eyes. He took in a slow, deep breath, trying to let the quivers and tension in his body slip out as he exhaled. His anxiety was already drifting away, or perhaps just being hidden by, a layer of arousal. Perhaps, those feelings were an avenue of escape like they often were for Ailmer. Perhaps, Beroan's adrenaline was melting into another kind of excitement and the elation that they'd made it through to safety was just inspiring another kind of excitement.

Either way, Beroan looked up at Ailmer with a smile. Ailmer tried to smile back, but as his thumb pressed into the bruise on the inside of his arm, he lost it to a slight wince. "I'll saddle up, properly this time, and we can start heading back to..." Ailmer started.

"Not yet, Ail. You need to really rest. Properly." Beroan said.

Ailmer raised an eyebrow, surprised by the force behind Beroan's statement. "What do you mean?" He asked, as the dragon stood and took a slow step towards him.

"Lay down, Ail." Beroan said.

A dragon's smile was intimidating at the best of times with their ivory daggers on display and the subtle clench that ran through their jaw. Paired with the forceful order, fear would have been a justified response. Ailmer, however, knew dragons and he knew Beroan, so he recognized the glint in the drake's eye.

Ailmer smiled, looking down slightly. He stayed standing, carefully rubbing his forearms. "Beroan, they just left and we're hardly in the safest spot. We should at least fly a few minutes..." He trailed off.

Beroan continued stalking up to him. Ailmer let out an amused sigh, stubbornly remaining upright. In his condition, Beroan wasn't about to bowl him over, nor did he particularly want to. His muzzle pressed in under Ailmer's folded arms, slowly nuzzling along his front. His snout prodded at his waist, and Ailmer chuckled again. His hands split from his arms and he warmly rubbed the top of Beroan's head. "One trail mind, I guess. Are you sure you're okay?" Ailmer asked, worried about his sudden shift in mood.

"I just want to take care of you, Ail." Beroan rumbled.

His spurt of dominance took a moment's respite as he nuzzled into Ailmer's front. Ailmer rubbed along his head, nodding slightly as he thought about the dragon's desire. It would surely cement in their heads that he was, in fact, okay. In fact, it had been a particular strategy that he'd used with...

Ailmer suddenly shook his head, dispelling the thought before it could interrupt the moment. His eyes opened again and he carefully rubbed both of Beroan's cheeks, looking him in the eyes. He took a moment to deliberate internally, before smiling. "Okay." He said.

"Lay down." Beroan rumbled, as soon as the word was out of Ailmer's mouth.

He tried his best not to chuckle too much as he stepped back. He started to crouch before he realized that he should probably strip first. He reached up, slowly untying his chain shirt. For a moment, Beroan was taken aback that he'd refused his direct command again, at least until he was distracted by peeking at Ailmer's chest.

Untying his armor was easier than Ailmer had expected, but as he lifted his arms to pull it off, he winced with a sudden ache. Eager to assist him, however, Beroan lifted his head. He nuzzled Ailmer's head down underneath his chin, pressing the crown of his head against Beroan's purring throat, before softly biting the collar of Ailmer's chain shirt. He reached forward, draping his wrists on Beroan's shoulders as the dragon pulled smoothly back. His chain slid smoothly over his head.

Having some weight off him was already helping. Ailmer rolled his shoulders, reaching up to start unbuttoning his shirt. Beroan set down the armor, a little more quickly than carefully. He leaned forward, pressing his muzzle firmly against Ailmer's crotch. Ailmer chuckled, slowly pressing his hips forward against the dragon's nuzzles as he unbuttoned his shirt.

He thanked the pantheon that his crotch was unbruised. He was certain that if it was, he wouldn't be able to stop the dragon. His cock was already straining against the cloth of his trousers, and Beroan's attentions quickly honed in on the bulge. Ailmer pulled his hips back as the dragon's face pressed against him. "Careful, eager one..." He said.

"Still gonna shred all this silly fluff." Beroan rumbled in reply.

Ailmer smiled and shook his head, pulling off his shirt. He set it down on top of his maille where Beroan had dropped it. Finally, he was left in his trousers and boots in front of the dragon. The light from the glade above filtered down over them. Much to Beroan's displeasure, Ailmer stepped around him, reaching up to mess with the dragon's saddlebags. "Ail-" he started to pretest.

"Calm, dragon. I'll lay a blanket down first. Your scales may not mind the pine needles, but a rock in the small of the back can be very distracting." He explained, talking mainly to keep the horny drake placated while he searched through the saddlebags.

Beroan nodded, but he slowly shifted his weight from one side to the other with barely-contained excitement. As Ailmer pulled one of the thick, rolled blankets out of the bag, narrowly avoiding yanking out the rest of the contents, he glanced down between the drake's legs. Beroan's cock was already half-stiff between his hind legs and Ailmer realized that he was on a timer before this horny dragon was just going to pounce him.

He chuckled and shook his head, making a mental note to never get more gravely injured before submitting to the dragon's care. Besides the allure of simply not being injured; if he'd carried more serious wounds, it may not dissuade the dragon's ever-present attitude. As such, he tossed the blanket out over the ground, discarding his sword belt carelessly to start untying his pants.

He could tell that he was running out of time by the way that Beroan's paws scratched at the loam behind him. He slipped the legs of his pants over the heels of his boots so that he could ensure that they wouldn't be stuck. He didn't think that Beroan would make good on his promise to shred his clothing, but he knew that the drake probably wouldn't have to patience to fiddle with his pants when his claws were so handy.

He ignored the sharp ache in his muscles as he kneeled on the blanket. The loam underneath was soft and it was thick enough that none of the pine needles were poking through. He managed to struggle up onto all fours, reaching back with one hand to slide his waistband down, dropping his pants to his knees. He managed to hook his underwear as well, and finally, presented himself to the horny dragon.

For some silly reason, Ailmer had expected Beroan to wait until he'd taken his pants all the way off before he started. As he reached back to start to tug one of the legs over his boots, he felt Beroan's muzzle press against the back of his thighs, firmly enough to push him onto his chest. He grunted, his hands shooting back up to press against the ground, hauling his face up from the blanket with sore shoulders.

A gasp escaped his lips as hot, wet heat slipped up along the inside of his thighs. Beroan's tongue stroked firmly, wide enough to brush against both thighs before it slipped up against his crotch. Ailmer shivered, fighting the aches in his arms with the pleasure of that hot tongue sliding over his naked crotch and up his backside. The dragon's eager stroke took that tongue up to the small of his back before Beroan's muzzle pulled back, mercifully letting Ailmer kick off the rest of his pants over his boots. "Beroan..." Ailmer rumbled, turning to reproach him.

When he finally got back onto his palms and his ass, Beroan was already looking at him. Ailmer's chastisement caught in his throat as he saw him. The dragon was sitting in front of him. A mischievous grin spread across his face and his tongue licking his lips firmly enough to coil the tip of his tongue across the bridge of his muzzle. His tail was swinging behind him, thunking against the trunk of one of the pines with each sway.

His cock was also entirely on display. It rested on top of his hindpaws in his seated position and he made no attempt to hide it. Beroan flexed when he noticed Ailmer's eyes roaming, making his stiff cock raise slightly up. Precum leaked from his tip, dripping onto the forest floor in glistening strands. Beroan's eyes roamed hungrily over the naked, exotic creature in front of him and his weight shifted back and forth on his forepaws, obviously betraying his excitement. "It looks like you want to make the rest of me sore, dirty dragon." Ailmer teased.

"I'd be gentle!" Beroan protested before he could think.

Once his mind caught up, he blushed and continued, "I mean, we don't have to. I don't want to hurt you, Ail."

Ailmer chuckled and nodded, propping himself up on his elbows as he admired the dragon in front of him. He smiled, shaking his head. "I didn't say you couldn't. But I have a feeling that you had a different idea of how you wanted to start."

Beroan nodded quickly, and his muzzle started to dip down towards Ailmer's hips. He paused after a moment, his eyes flicking up to catch the human's gaze. "Go ahead, Beroan. I'm not badly hurt."

Even still, Beroan paused several times, waiting for Ailmer to nod each time, as he lowered his head. Ailmer was sure to goad the dragon on with a gentle smile. Eventually, Beroan's lips pressed against his half-hard cock. Ailmer let out a soft sigh, trying his best to relax. He settled his weight back onto his elbows, letting his eyelids droop as he felt the dragon's tongue press against his cock. He was unprepared for the sensation of the drake's tongue. After his exertion, the warmer internal heat of the dragon and the size of the drake's tongue slathered his hips in soft, warm heat. Ailmer had always thought that dragon's tongues had some sort of latent healing magic, though, some part of him thought that it was just a clever excise to enjoy them.

Either way, the sensation made his toes curl in his boots from pleasure. Piles of hot tongue pressed around the sides of his cock and over his crotch. The dragon's tongue, when pressed firmly enough against him to flatten out, easily pressed against the insides of Ailmer's half-spread thighs. His cock stiffened quickly as Beroan's tongue firmly pressed it against his belly. The drake worked in long licks, pushing Ailmer's balls down at the downstroke and allowing his cock to bounce up when the lick trailed up over his belly.

Ailmer caught Beroan's eyes a few more times, but the easily-distracted dragon's hesitant glances became fewer and further between the longer he played with Ailmer's cock. The mage chuckled softly as Beroan lifted a paw, gently pressing it onto Ailmer's thigh to spread his legs a little further apart, his entire attention focused on the human's cock. He began to lap more firmly, pushing Ailmer's shaft back and forth as he ran his tongue up the sides of his crotch. His head drooped back, letting him stare up into the gently-swaying canopy above them.

The dragon's digits gently squeezed his thigh with his plush pads. Ailmer realized that he'd been looking up for quite a while and Beroan had been trying to catch his eye again. The dragon had shifted from his licks and by the time that Ailmer caught his eye, the dragon had moved to suck on the tip of his cock. Ailmer let out a sigh of pleasure as he watched the drake's muzzle move, his lips wrapped around the top half of his cock. "Yes, Beroan?" He asked.

It took a few moments for Beroan to reply. He had to gather the will to pull his muzzle away from Ailmer's cock to do so, which was a prize he was enjoying too much to release easily. Eventually, however, he managed to pull his tongue back from Ailmer's cock, though his snout burrowed between his legs to nuzzle in under his balls. Ailmer squirmed as Beroan's breath tickled the inside of his thighs. "Can you try not to cum until it's inside me?" He asked.

Ailmer raised an eyebrow at the dragon. "I, uh, guess so. Why do you-oh!" Ailmer said.

He was cut off as the dragon's talented tongue slithered out again. It wasted no time, and the dragon's hot, wet muscle dove between his cheeks. It seemed to extend forever--by the time that Ailmer's hips were as lifted in surprise as the position would allow, the tip of the dragon's tongue tickled the small of Ailmer's back. Slick, soft muscled curled between his cheeks, grinding stiffly against his tight hole. Ailmer hissed through his teeth, but as soon as he recovered from his initial surprise, the ache from his sore limbs put him back in his place. He settled back down, forced to settle on the dragon's tongue. His cock throbbed against his belly and he suddenly realized that he was going to have a lot more trouble keeping his promise than he had initially thought.

Beroan's tongue started to work, now that he had Ailmer where he wanted him. Ailmer watched the dragon's muzzle move as he worked, his balls balanced on the drake's snout and his legs pushed apart by the dragon's muzzle and forepaw. That talented tongue pulled back, prodding and working against his backside as he searched. The squirming tip found its mark, and Ailmer hissed as the drake's warm, wet tongue pushed firmly against his entrance. The dragon let out a low purr, the vibration tickling the back of Ailmer's sac on the drake's snout. Beroan's tongue gently pressed and ran along the human's hole, giving a few exploratory prods.

A needy hiss filtered through Ailmer's teeth. The dragon's tongue fought against Ailmer's hole. Though he tried to resist, the dragon was simply bigger. The muscle grinding against his rump was much stronger than anything Ailmer could bring to bear and the drake was much too stubborn to be denied. Whether he was after the sensations of the human's strange, smooth flesh yielding against his tongue or after the noises Ailmer made when it did was unclear to the mage. The heat and the slickness of the dragon's muscle were yet more tools in the drake's arsenal, and soon Ailmer's entrance was slack to the invading tongue's onslaught.

His eyes shut tight and a whimper slipped past his clenched teeth. The dragon's tongue wormed past his hole and slid inside of him, making his hands clench into fists with the strange sensation. Hot, slick muscle invaded his rump, teasing its way deeper into Ailmer's tunnel. His flesh was smooth against Beroan's tongue, but it felt like the dragon's muscle would never end. Squirming, warm flesh sank into him, and he was forced to jerk up and away every so often to avoid breaking his promise to Beroan. His cock dripped precum over his belly and his lifted hips made it run down the side of his torso. At least it was significantly less bulky than the dragon's cock but the heat, wetness, and the sensation of the muscle squirming inside of him was more than enough to make up for the difference in girth.

Ailmer nearly lost it when the dragon's tongue passed his prostate. He gasped and his hole clenched down, collaring the dragon's tapered tongue. The evil dragon grinned against his thighs. Ailmer barely managed to shake his head before the dragon's tongue curled inside of him, pushing another inch inside to let the tip curve back. The extra width ground the drake's slick tongue against that sensitive, softer spot inside of him. Another whine pushed past his lockjaw as he focused on holding his orgasm back. His thighs clenched hard against the sides Of Beroan's muzzle and the cheeky dragon let another inch of his tongue wiggle into Ailmer's rump.

Mercifully, he let his tongue slide back. Ailmer had the space of two panting breaths before the dragon slid his tongue back in repeatedly pumping it inside of Ailmer. His warm breath poured over Ailmer's balls as he nuzzled in, firmly mashing his snout against the human's hips. Ailmer's breath turned to short pants between sharp gasps as the drake worked. Sleek, smooth flesh sank into him, the tapered length gently straining his entrance with each pump. The dragon's flesh was notably hot and even more so than the dragon's cock, his tongue forced the drake's heat into him.

His cock throbbed against his belly. A few strands of glistening precum connected his tip to his belly, leashing it to him in several spots. Each time the dragon shifted, forcing more tongue into him, his abdomen curled a little more, making his tip bounce over his body. The dragon's pace picked up, sliding inches of slick tongue back and forth inside of him. A whimper filtered through Ailmer's teeth as his form tensed up. He could feel his orgasm approaching quickly from the intense stimulation, but he managed to gasp in enough air to speak. "Beroan, C-careful if you want it in…" He managed, the rest of his sentence coming out as a slight squeak as he expended the last of his breath.

The dragon's tongue suddenly pulled back. Ailmer's hips slammed back down onto the dragon's paws and his back settled entirely onto the blanket. He gasped in a deep breath and his body chastised him for his sudden tension, reminding him exactly how sore he was. The dragon's tongue slid back almost all the way, leaving the drake to pull his muzzle back as Ailmer gasped for breath. He wasn't about to let the human rest, however, as much as he'd promised to do so.

Beroan's tongue slipped up, carefully lapping over Ailmer's balls. He gently worked the smooth orbs against that warm tongue. Ailmer's rump caught the cool forest air while his balls rested against the dragon's hot tongue. He took a few more breaths, enjoying the contrast of sensations as he recovered his air. Beroan moved forward after a few more breaths, his tongue slipping up from Ailmer's balls to coil the tip slowly around the base of his shaft. He collared the base of Ailmer's cock with his tongue tip before his nimble tongue started to snake up his shaft.

Another breath hissed between Ailmer's teeth as the dragon lifted his cock, pulling it back to slide it into his muzzle. His shaft throbbed firmly, trying to tug itself back against the roof of the dragon's mouth. He felt his tip drag along the roof of the dragon's mouth, slipping past each rib in turn. He nearly came immediately into the drake's mouth, but he tensed his thighs and managed to barely keep himself under control. Beroan slowed down, holding his head in place to let the human's cock rest against his tongue and his mouth, his mischievous eyes twinkling as he waited for Ailmer to catch his gaze. "C-careful, Beroan…Flames, that maw…" Ailmer said.

The dragon chuckled around his shaft, firmly pressing his tongue against the base of Ailmer's cock before carefully dragging up up the whole length of the underside. Ailmer shivered, hissing through clenched teeth as the drake enjoyed his cock. "A-ah, unless this counts as inside of you…" Ailmer managed.

The dragon replied with a wink and a warning rumble. Ailmer shook his head, trying to relax as the dragon stayed still. Ailmer laid himself back down, reaching a hand up to rub along the side of the drake's muzzle, his breath pouring in slow, calm rushes over his belly. He stroked and scratched along the edge of the dragon's muzzle as Beroan held steady, letting the human enjoy the heat of his maw while he waited for his climax to back down. Beroan's blue eyes carefully watched the human, staring into his eyes between glances down to gauge how quickly he was panting.

Eventually, his breathing calmed down to nearly normal. His cock was still stiff inside of the dragon's muzzle, and he gave the dragon's chin a warm pat. The corners of the dragon's mouth pulled up and his tongue worked up the underside of Ailmer's cock again. As the tip began to grind and work against the underside of his tip, the dragon started to firmly suckle on his shaft. Ailmer let out a soft groan, closing his eyes as he bathed in the sensation. The dragon took his time enjoying the cock inside his maw and the human's strange, smooth flesh against his tongue and mouth. After a few long moments, however, he slowly lifted his maw.

Ailmer's cock slipped from his lips, glistening with saliva. Beroan shifted, pulling his forepaws out from under Ailmer's hips. He planted one beside Ailmer's cock, the big forepaw gently squeezing his abdomen with his pawpads. He nosed Ailmer's cock against the side of his paw, putting it in position. Then, his tongue dragged firmly along the male's shaft, pushing hard enough that his tongue folded around his shaft, trailing along Ailmer's crotch and belly. The human gasped, his cock straining against the attention. It was held in place by his paw and pushed back against his belly with each slow lick.

Beroan purred as he lapped over Ailmer's shaft. The human squirmed but the paw on his front kept his hips pinned in place. He was forced to endure the dragon's tongue again. Each of Beroan's licks trailed the entire length of his cock in lazy, slow strokes. His cock twitched, trying to force itself back up to jut out above his belly, but Beroan's tongue forced it down almost as quickly as it could jump up. Carefully, Beroan dragged his tongue along Ailmer's cock, strands of saliva linking his wide muzzle to the human's cock. He made sure to go slow, no longer eager to chance Ailmer's climax anywhere else. Ailmer enjoyed the careful worship, letting his eyes close, and his breathing return to normal.

After a few minutes, Ailmer's arms laid by his sides like piles of jelly. As much relaxation as the dragon's motions forced into him, the ache was ever-present, throbbing along his arms and shoulders down to the center of his palms. The dragon's attention certainly helped, but they were no instant remedy. The amount of pleasure coursing through him, however, was enough to distract him from the aches. He let out a happy sigh as he felt Beroan shift.

The dragon rumbled happily as he drew his head back, his forepaw slowly slipping off Ailmer's abdomen to his side. His warm breath poured over Ailmer's slick cock, cooling the saliva coating his shaft. His motions were slow and languid with anticipation. His head rose bit-by-bit, his eyes keeping contact with Ailmer's. His muzzle stayed turned down as he stalked over the supine human and the back of his paws brushed over his thighs as he stepped all four of them over the human. His hips stayed low enough to drag the whole length of his smooth cock along Ailmer's shaft, his rubbery flesh drooling precum over Ailmer's hips as it slid along his smooth skin. Beroan's hips dropped down and his tail settled onto the blanket, smacking between Ailmer's thighs each time they twitched.

Beroan curled his neck down, nuzzling from Ailmer's collarbone down the side of his neck. His purr was almost inaudible, but it rumbled palpably against his neck. The dragon shifted, working his hips to position his tailvent along the length of Ailmer's stiff cock. He took his time, grinding back and forth a few inches at a time. Ailmer felt the dragon's hot, smooth internal flesh press against his shaft, alternating sensation with the leathery, relatively soft belly plates that surrounded his vent. The dragon's cock flexed against his belly, firmly pushing down against his skin as the drake ground back and forth. One of Beroan's paws settled on Ailmer's chest, making sure that he stayed down and relaxed.

He took a few deep breaths, enjoying the dragon's ministrations. The drake seemed to enjoy it even more than he did. His eyes lidded and his head drooped down even lower, and Ailmer could feel his vent clench against the tip of his cock each time his hips worked forward. Ailmer lifted his hands, reaching up to drape his palms over Beroan's thighs. He rode the dragon's motions for a little longer before he gave his thighs a gentle squeeze.

One of Beroan's eyes drifted open and he took a long moment to regard Ailmer. His gyration stopped, and they were left, silent, in the forest. The rustle of trees and the pounding of their hearts rang in Ailmer's ears. He smiled up at the dragon, his head framed by the trees and the blue sky above. Beroan's head dropped down and he rested it against Ailmer's chest, turned to the side to let him press his forehead under Ailmer's chin. He felt the slight tickle of the dragon's purr vibrate against his chest as the dragon's paw pressed down a little bit more. Ailmer took a deep breath, feeling the dragon's his grind slightly further forward.

His cocktip throbbed against the dragon's entrance, linked to the male's vent with strands of precum and saliva. The drake's shaft flexed against his belly and he could feel the warm, wet heat of his precum between their abdomens. The dragon paused, his vent clenching gently against the human's tip as he paused, steeling himself. Ailmer let his right hand slip from the male's thigh, curling it up around the dragon's muzzle. He gave the male a soft squeeze and leaned his head forward, pressing his forehead against the dragon's scales. He felt Beroan's entrance relax against his glans.

Ailmer fought the urge to lift his hips and push forward, remembering Beroan's original request. After all the teasing, he was pent up and needy, but the dragon dick twitching against his pre-slick belly echoed the same need. He waited for the dragon, who took a slow breath and carefully pushed his hips back. A gasp escaped both of them as his tip breached into the plush warmth of the dragon's rump. Beroan's vent clenched reflexively around the human's tip.

Cool air rushed over Ailmer's chest as the dragon sucked in a breath. He paused for a moment, savoring the sensation of the shaft inside of him before he released it in a soft sigh. His hips pushed backward and he slowly sank Ailmer's cock into his velvety tunnel in one smooth motion. When his hips settled on Ailmer's, the dragon took another few moments to rest and enjoy the sensation of the human's cock flexing inside of him. The drake's tunnel was hot around his shaft and the drake's muscular walls clenched firmly around his shaft, the dragon's plush vent a warm collar around the base of his cock. The ample precum and saliva on his shaft were plenty enough to make the drake's tunnel slick, and Ailmer's pent-up, leaking cock only added more lubrication.

The dragon's rump flexed firmly over his cock a few more times, milking it as he adjusted to the insertion. After a little longer, his head pulled out of Ailmer's arm. His neck raised as Ailmer's hand returned to his thigh and they both looked at each other, a particular hunger shared in their gaze. Beroan's rump clenched firmly around Ailmer's cock and the dragon rumbled softly. His pawtoes gently gripped Ailmer's naked chest, steadying himself as he slowly began to raise his hips.

Beroan slid up until his vent was tugging on Ailmer's tip. He paused in his half-crouch and Ailmer couldn't help himself. His hips pushed up, trying to sink himself back in the dragon's velvety warmth. Before he was an inch off the ground, the dragon's forepaw pressed against his chest. The drake brought some of his weight to bear on Ailmer, pushing him back down onto the ground. The human grunted as the inch of space between his back and the ground disappeared. The solid aches in his body intensified momentarily, at least until he forced his body to relax underneath the dragon. Ailmer learned quickly and he settled his hips down, letting the dragon enjoy him at his own pace.

As the human relaxed, Beroan's rumble turned to a purr. His soft vent clenched around Ailmer's tip before his strong legs began to sink. Ailmer's cock returned to strain against the smooth walls of the dragon's tunnel, heat surrounding his cock. The drake's tail pushed along his thigh and the tip wound around his ankle, giving another point of balance for the dragon as he prepared his rhythm. He made several slow motions, carefully measuring out the distance he was moving on Ailmer's cock. Ailmer closes his eyes for a moment, focusing on the sensation of the dragon's hot, warm body sinking onto his shaft.

The drake paused again, slowly sinking until his vent met Ailmer's hips. He paused, carefully clenching around the human's cock as his pawtoes gently squeezed the human's chest. With a slow breath, shared by both of them, Ailmer's eyes opened to meet Beroan's. His bright blue eyes stared into Ailmer's and a grin spread across his lips. Ailmer smiled, keeping eye contact as he gently squeezed along the dragon's meaty thighs. The drake's cock throbbed against his belly, the tip reaching up to his chest. A strand of precum dripped onto his chest and Beroan shifted a little more of his weight onto his forepaws.

His hips moved, rolling in measured, smooth motions. Ailmer gasped, his fingers squeezing the dragon's thighs. He felt the male's muscle move, tensing underneath his fingers as he drove his hips. He also felt it clench and squeeze around his cock as he sank into the dragon's heat, again and again. He could already feel his orgasm welling up again from the earlier teasing. The slick friction of the dragon's soft tunnel against his cock and the sensation of the drake's body clenching around him was quickly erasing whatever progress the short break had let him gain against his climax.

Beroan growled happily, and Ailmer felt his cock twitch against his chest. His whole form arched and curved with each thrust, and his tail gripped Ailmer's leg firmly. He felt the long, nimble limb tighten around his leg, taking in a little bit of slack--Ailmer realized that it was being pulled taut when the dragon's vent squeezed around his cockhead. He smirked. "Clever drake…" He said.

The drake just rumbled in reply, his head dipping lower and a blissful grin across his face. Ailmer snuck one hand off the dragon's thigh, reaching down to press the dragon's cock against his chest. He was immediately rewarded with a hissed gasp escaping Beroan's muzzle and a firm clench around his shaft. Ailmer's smirk spread into a playful grin, and he distracted himself from his climax by pumping his palm over the top of the dragon's cock. The stiff, smooth flesh of the dragon's shaft fought his hand, both with its twitches straining against his hand and the dragon's moving hips trying to pull it up with him. Ailmer, however, kept it firmly pressed against his front.

The dragon whimpered above him, and he could feel his cock straining against his chest. Precum drooled liberally from the dragon's pointed tip. It was enough to drip down the side of Ailmer's pectorals, welling around the divots that Beroan's forepaw sunk into his muscle. Ailmer felt his climax approaching quickly, but as his palm pressed against the stiff top of the drake's cock, he realized that the dragon was just as pent up from the teasing as he was. Two lines of stiffness ran down the top of the dragon's thick cock, the center slightly depressed, giving Ailmer's palm a well-defined trough to pump as the dragon's cock slid across his chest. The drake shivered, his breath coming in quick hisses through his clenched jaw as his rump repeatedly bounced against Ailmer's hips. Ailmer ground up each time his hot vent spread against his crotch, his shaft flexing and dragging against the inside of the drake's tunnel. After a few more thrusts, he felt the dragon shudder above him, pausing as he held himself at full penetration. "A-Ail, I…" The dragon managed through his teeth.

Ailmer nodded, caught at the very edge of his climax. He was so close; his cock twitched inside of the dragon and he tried to grind his hips up, desperately trying to tip himself over the edge. However, the drake's weight had been brought to bear and he couldn't quite get enough movement from his pinned hips. So, he hissed his agreement through his own clenched jaw and slapped the dragon's ass with his free hand.

The action had the desired effect. Surprised, Beroan's hips jumped up until his tail leashed it down and left his hot vent clenching hard around Ailmer's cocktip. The human gasped, and his orgasm hit. His cock flexed, barely contained in the dragon's vent. The first shot of seed pumped into the drake's recently-evacuated tunnel. Beroan had just enough time to gasp before he slammed his hips back down.

Ailmer's cock ground against the dragon's tunnel, now slick with his seed. The dragon's hips greedily slammed into his own, and the human tensed against Beroan's cock as his shaft pumped his seed into the dragon. Beroan whined eagerly, quivering against Ailmer. His cock flexed up against Ailmer's palm before his climax hit. His fingers were pushed apart as the dragon's cock pumped against his hand. He kept the drake's shaft pinned against his chest as hot seed poured over his chest and splashed against his neck. Ailmer did his best to push his head up, even with his shaft flexing as his orgasm tapered off inside of the dragon's hot rump. However, there was no way to avoid a shot of dragon cum over his face.

The drake's cock flexed in long spurts in time with his clenching rump around Ailmer's oversensitive cock. Ailmer's hand kept stroking the dragon's cock, milking the dragon's orgasm. The drake's tapered, stiff cock flexed against his hand, the stiff shaft given motion by strong muscles inside of the drake's cock vent. Thick shots of seed pumped from his pointed tip, pouring over Ailmer's chest and shoulder and welling up around his forepaw. The dragon gasped and his whole body shuddered while he ground his hips against Ailmer's. The drake's tunnel milked his cock, milking every last drop of seed that he could out of the human underneath him.

Eventually, his cock stilled. It throbbed underneath Ailmer's palm, twitching every so often as the last of his orgasm dripped out over Ailmer's soaked front. Beroan's flanks swelled with each panting breath, and his head raised slowly, surveying the mess he'd made over his partner. Ailmer rumbled, hot dragon cum dripping down his chest and tickling the back of his neck. He let his head fall back, reaching up to wipe some of the sticky wetness from his cheek and temple with a sweat-dampened palm. They both heaved, his breaths coming slower as they pushed up against Beroan's weight.

Beroan lifted his paw off Ailmer's chest, strands of glistening seed leashing his pads to the human's naked chest. He licked his lips before his tongue slid out against his paw, carefully squirming against his palm pad and between his digits. Ailmer panted, recovering his breath as his cock enjoyed the heat of the dragon's rump, slowly softening inside of the drake. "You make quite the mess…" Ailmer rumbled.

"Sumfin', summin', dirty dragon?" Beroan replied.

Ailmer chuckled, reaching up to press his palm against the squirming tip of the dragon's tongue as Beroan curled it around his middle digit. His paw clean enough and the drake quickly distracted, his tongue slipped off his digits to snake along Ailmer's palm. Ailmer grabbed at his tongue, making the thick muscle shift and tug back each time his fingers coiled around it before it pushed eagerly back against his skin. After a few moments, the dragon's cum had been replaced with a sheen of drool, and the drake dropped his head down, shifting to give long, slow laps along his softening cock and up Ailmer's chest.

Ailmer relaxed back, looking up into the thinning canopy and the sky above them. His damp fingers drifted up to scratch and squeeze along Beroan's forehead and eye ridges, blindly petting the dragon's head. The dragon busied himself by cleaning Ailmer. Beroan seemed to enjoy the sensation of his tongue stroking along Ailmer's smooth skin as much as Ailmer enjoyed the drake's tongue. Ailmer watched the clouds for a moment, shifting his arm when Beroan nuzzled up against it to curl his tongue around the side of Ailmer's neck.

The mage shuddered as the tip of the dragon's tongue tickled the back of his neck, making him squirm under Beroan's hips. The dragon chortled, suddenly realizing the power he had over the human. His hips worked down again and he intentionally clenched around Ailmer's cock. As his tongue wiggled along the nape of Ailmer's neck, curling down to lightly brush between his shoulders, Ailmer hissed and squirmed under the drake. Beroan's paw came back down, the slick pawpads meeting his saliva-slick chest as he pinned the squirming human down below him again.

Ailmer grunted, still trying to twist as the tip of Beroan's tongue squirmed and prodded around his neck. Beroan's muzzle twisted in a smirk around his tongue as he pushed and prodded, his tongue exploring the spots that made the human wiggle around him. Ailmer hissed at him, tensing up; but when it was obvious that the drake was having too much fun, Ailmer gave him another sharp spank on the flank.

If anything would have helped, that wasn't it. The dragon shifted down, laying his chest to Ailmer's as his forelimbs settled onto his shoulders with his paws planted on either side of Ailmer's head. The weight made Ailmer's breathing struggle against the dragon's bulk and completely helpless against the assault of the drake's tongue. Ailmer grunted, one sore arm pushing against the weight of the dragon's powerful chest. He wasn't able to budge the rake, but his struggle got the dragon's notice.

He cocked an eyeridge at the human, though his tongue still dragged along Ailmer's chest in lazy strokes. His tail thumped against Ailmer's boots with each lazy wag, and he watched the human carefully. Ailmer wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he gave another push against the dragon's side. "C'mon, leviathan!" Ailmer protested.

In response, Beroan cinched his limbs closer underneath him, tugging the human even more firmly against his chest. He made for a warm, if heavy blanket, though the dragon's paws still took some of the weight off of Ailmer. Ailmer grunted again, smacking vainly at Beroan's side. He was quelled with another long lick from his solar plexus to his temple. "Where do you need to go so quickly, Ail?" Beroan rumbled.

"We need to…" Ailmer started, reflexively.

They needed to, what? Deliver new to the growing Garrison in Mossley? There were no large movements or immediate threats; and he was in no state to go back and explore more of Halix. Without an immediate threat, they would be able to leave to deliver the King's letter to Kinallen nearly as soon as he had recovered. So, Ailmer supposed, that left the only thing to do was to rest. Beroan must have figured that out--or something similar, and he was just going to hold Ailmer down and make him rest.

Makith knows that there was no other way to do it.

Ailmer let himself flop back, his tapping hand falling to lay limply by his side. Beroan purred in approval, nuzzling in against Ailmer's chest. "Devious dragon…" Ailmer rumbled.

"I said I was gonna take care of you, Ail." Beroan rumbled. "The moon should be bright. We'll fly back nearer to sundown, and you'll sit properly on me this time."

Ailmer took a deep breath and nodded. The dragon had a plan and Ailmer could just let go and trust him. Either way, the stubborn drake wasn't leaving him much of a choice. Ailmer was stubborn as a mule, but there were very few minds in the world that could out-stubborn a dragon. Ailmer reached up, letting his wrists drape over the dragon's forelimbs. "Okay." He said, after a few heartbeats of hesitation.

Beroan smiled, nuzzling against the side of Ailmer's face. Ailmer took another deep breath, surrendering himself to the cuddle.