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Kiell should be much closer to home for his second Midyear Festival, but he isn't. Instead, he's in the small mountain village of Honeycrest, drawn by rumors that some of the denizens there may be more receptive to his particular tastes than the other dragons of his hometown. While resting at a back table in a crowded tavern, anxiety about the next day's events keeps him on edge. Luckily, he's spotted by a charming drake who might just help him out with all of that nervousness and fulfill a few of his most secret fantasies in the process.

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Kiell sighed and stared into his drink. The translucently pink liquid reflected both the green of his scales and the green of his eyes with equal inaccuracy of color. His wings ached from a long week of flying, but the young drake imagined that the gentle buzz of alcohol would soothe them, if only he could get himself to drink any of it. His meal hadn't left him quite thirsty enough to really want the booze. He'd probably wasted his time opening a tab at the bar.

No one else in the tavern appeared to be having such a problem. Despite the growing lateness of the hour, the warmly-lit dining room of the Randy Raven was packed with other dragons, many of them travellers like himself. Unlike him, they all managed not only to drink heavily, but also to mingle with locals and other travellers alike. The scent of dragon hung upon the air in an invisible haze, dense and powerful, overwhelming the feebler aromas of food and liquor but failing to hide the unmistakable tinges of musk and sweat. There was also an edge of excitement to the general smell, a primal undercurrent that clawed into the sleepiest parts of the mind and stirred feral urges into slow waking. It was a well-known fact that dragons were not animals, that they didn't go into seasonal heat or rut like beasts, but every last drake and dragoness in the room was in Honeycrest for one thing, and one thing only. Seasonal or not, the communal effect of that collective lust was undeniable.

While travelling with a few other dragons whose paths had briefly aligned with his own, Kiell had overheard a scholar say that arousal was born in the brain. The old drake had gone on to explain that dragons choose when they became aroused, rather than letting their body or “base, animal instincts" make the decision for them. Kiell could've told him from personal experience that he was at least partially wrong, but he figured that, if the scholar were anyplace very similar to the Randy Raven, stuck in an enclosed space with scores of horny dragons, then the old drake was probably figuring that out for himself right now.

Sure, adult dragons everywhere all chose to be aroused during Midyear, but one could hardly choose not to be when surrounded by so much lust. Kiell wasn't entirely convinced that the Midyear Festival was a conscious, species-wide agreement to all be in the mood at the same time, and not just a civilized result of the fact that everyone was very much in the mood at the same time for a few weeks every year. He sometimes thought the Festival was just a means of refusing to acknowledge that instincts could still rule them, a lie all dragons agreed to tell themselves in order to perpetuate the idea that they were enlightened beings, wholly unfettered by beastial urges. The scholar had answered that thought with some argument about different seasons happening at different times in different places, and how animals in different climates would go into season based upon the local weather, rather than upon a certain date. The fact that all of dragonkind began their Midyear Festival on the same calendar day every year seemed pretty convincing in light of that, but Kiell figured that some ancient magic could easily explain it. Either way, he wasn't nearly educated enough to do anything but speculate half-heartedly about that sort of thing, and the distraction such speculation currently provided was short-lived at best.

Regardless of whether they were driven by base animal urges or enlightened social construct, every single dragon here was very aroused, and it showed. Patrons got very friendly with each other, rubbing flanks and haunches even more than the crowded conditions made necessary. From her corner, the musician started up yet another in a long line of explicit, bawdy drinking songs. Fists banged on tables and tails slapped on floorboards to keep the beat while the tune was carried, with widely varying skill, by patrons both tipsy and sober... or tipsy and nearly-sober. Tipsy and as sober as any right-minded dragon would be, with Midyear set to begin the next day. There probably weren't actually any completely sober patrons in the tavern. Except for Kiell.

Perhaps he wasn't a right-minded dragon.

He shifted in the low, backless seat, hunching a little further over his table at the back of the dining room. By the time he had flown into town, the rooms were all full at both taverns, and he'd been lucky to find a place in this one to sit and pretend to nurse his drink. The drink in question seemed to stare, mocking him. The barkeep had told him that it was a local specialty, a sweet, fruity concoction bolstered with a stiff liquor. Generally, he preferred his alcohol sweet, but he didn't know if he could stomach it right now, and so he stared at it instead, tail flicking anxiously.

No one else in the tavern seemed interested in the empty seats beside or across from him, quite possibly because of all of his anxious staring into that drink. One of the chairs had been whisked away to another table not too long ago, but the other patrons had generally otherwise ignored him. The closest thing he had to companionship was his bag, which he'd set in the seat beside him. That was fine though. He didn't much mind sitting alone. He really wasn't ready to join in all of the flirting. In fact, he rather hoped that he could just sit alone at the table until morning, even if he had to buy and pretend to consume a few more drinks to do it.

A pair of patrons stood up from a nearby table, said goodbye to their drinking buddies, and loudly announced their drunken intention to go off and begin their own festivities a little early. The whole tavern cheered. Someone called out for another round, on him, and the tavern cheered with twice the gusto. A server began to circulate, balancing on his hindlegs and passing out drinks from a circular tray. Another sigh bled from Kiell's chest. Sometimes, such pairs left more discreetly, but as the night went on and more and more alcohol was consumed, those quieter pairs were growing fewer and farther between. This couple continued singing the current drinking song as they left through the front door.

Kiell was fairly sure he'd seen the drake at a resting point several days back, so he guessed the dragoness was a local. He figured that if he got up and mingled, he could probably score a nice bed to sleep in as well - a bed and a warm body to share it with - but his stomach churned at the thought. It wasn't that he wasn't horny. Oh no, he was definitely horny. He definitely wanted to have someone else press their body against his, hold him tight, lock jaws with him to steal away his breath…

Movement drew his attention to the dimmest corner of the room, where two dragons pulled each other close and kissed deeply, shamelessly, talons roaming across each other with growing abandon. A shiver trickled down his back, slow and heated, dispersing into his limbs and buzzing faintly at the tip of every extremity. He jerked his head away after too long a glance, a small blush adding a rosy tint to the jade scales of his cheeks. His member bulged in his sheath, insistent. The tightness urged him to shift his hips and grind into the chair beneath him. The growing heat of it insisted that no one would know if he were to just reach down and touch himself. The table would block the deed from view. It would be fine, just a quick job with his claws to lessen the erotic pressure of the sights, the smells, and the low, raspy growls that occasionally drifted beneath the chatter.

He forced himself to take slow, even breaths and keep both forefeet firmly planted on top of the table, clawtips digging shallow grooves into the wood as they clenched and unclenched in time with his breathing.

A waitress gave him a smirk as she set another full glass next to his current drink.

“You alright?"

Kiell bent his mouth into the shape of a smile and nodded to her. She tilted her head, looking him over.

“You seem pretty lonely," she remarked with a smile that told him she rather liked what she saw, “Need someone to drink with? My shift ends in a few minutes."

“I'm just waiting for someone," he lied, twisting his smile into one of apology, “Thanks though."

She was pretty, he supposed, lithely built and covered in cheerfully yellow scales with white on her muzzle and feet. She had to be about his age, her smile was a kind one, and he rather liked her voice. She seemed like she would be very pleasant to talk to, but he was pretty sure that she wasn't his type, not by a long shot. He knew good natured flirting when he saw it, and it wouldn't have been fair to string her along.

“Oh, alright then," she said, looking rather unconvinced, “The drink is on Murdell, the guy who keeps shouting for rounds on him."

“Ah."

He didn't feel like trying to muster much else. She tucked her empty tray up under a wing, dropped onto all fours, and turned away to leave before looking back over her shoulder.

“I hope your friend arrives soon."

Mercifully, she was gone before he had to come up with a response. He stared back down at his forefeet and the drinks between them.

Great. Now he had two drinks to pretend to nurse.

Back home, rejecting an offer like that from a girl like her would've gotten him sidelong glares and disapproving glances. There were rumors that the people of Honeycrest were far less prejudiced, but he was seeing little evidence of that. He wished that even one pair of drakes or dragonesses would stroll out together. If that happened, he might be able to gather the courage to put himself out there. But every minute that passed was another in which that didn't happen. Every couple to leave the tavern was another dragones and drake, traditional and proper. He propped his chin up with a forefoot and huffed.

The thought that the people here might be just the same, that he might have to pretend to enjoy another Midyear like he'd done for the last one… No. He'd just leave if that was the case. He'd leave, find a quiet spot on a mountainside somewhere, and spend a few days stroking himself off over and over again until he passed out. That would be better than pretending again. Last Midyear had been his coming of age, and he'd had to participate. This time, though, no one back home would know any different if he decided to spend it testing his theory that dragons might get horny during the Festival regardless of choice, even if they were completely alone.

Balancing on his hinds, a drake walked up to the table and set another drink in front of him.

“Barkeep asked me to carry this over to you," he said. Kiell looked up, mildly dazed at being pulled from his brooding.

“What?"

Ice-blue eyes pulled him in, deep and crystalline, piercing. An impossible distance beneath those eyes, broad, white-scaled shoulders rolled in something resembling a shrug.

“Murdell just bought another round for everyone, and Louis asked me to bring yours to you. You had a Sunset Peak, right? With strawberry?"

“I think so," Kiell said, wondering how he'd missed another round of raucous cheering, “I wasn't paying too much attention."

Wonderful. Three drinks that he wasn't going to consume. If only he had a nice drake to share them with. Risking a long glance, he couldn't help but think that the stranger who'd brought it to him would certainly do. This other drake wasn't too much taller than Kiell, but he was quite a bit bigger and heavier-set, with thick limbs and an attractively strong jaw. Those ivory scales were rather interesting in their own right, taunting him with visions of how they would look flushed with heat and damp with glistening sweat. And those eyes… Kiell could wander forever in the depths of those eyes. Yeah, he'd be happy to share more than just drinks with this drake.

“Is this seat open?"

He gestured to the one across from Kiell. Jolted from his all-too-brief reverie, Kiell shrugged, figuring this chair too would be dragged off to another table.

"Um, yeah… yeah, it's not taken or anything."

The other drake bobbed his head and gazed off at nothing in particular for a short moment. He had horns like a ram, curling over behind the base of his ears and around them in an inward spiral, glossy-black and thick. Strong. Kiell wondered what else of his might be thick, and if its color was also dark. He almost craned his neck around to try and look. Almost.

"Is it alright if I join you, then?"

Kiell coughed, certain that he had misunderstood.

"What?"

"Join you at the table, I mean. Sorry."

An easy laugh bounced the stranger's shoulders.

"Not that you aren't a fine-looking drake, of course."

Swallowing, Kiell insisted to himself that the praise was just polite banter and nothing more. A grin fought its way onto his face with no regard for the insistence. He tried and failed to will the heat in his cheeks to cool.

"Oh, yeah. Sure, that's fine."

"Cool. Thanks."

The seat creaked under the stranger's bulk as he settled into it. He set a drink of his own down on the table and stared back across the crowd as though searching for someone, tapping thick, ebony talons lightly on the wood. The drake worked his jaw in apparent contemplation, the movement rippling subtly beneath his bone-white scales. Flecks of bluish grey speckled the bridge of the muzzle, the top of his head, and rode down the slope of his back along the spine. An easy smile bent the line of his mouth, smooth and self-assured. Kiell caught himself staring and looked away a bare half-second before the drake turned his attention back to him.

“I haven't seen you around before," he said, cocking his head slightly to the left, "are you from out of town?"

Kiell let out a small laugh and picked up the oldest of his three glasses, swirling it and watching the color that had settled in the bottom half churn.

“That obvious, huh?"

“Not exactly. I know most of the folks who live around here. Honeycrest isn't that big of a town, and it's pretty empty for most of the year."

He nodded at the satchel in the seat beside Kiell.

“Of course, you're also carrying an awful lot just to be hanging out at your local bar."

"That's fair, I guess."

The answer felt too short, and he found himself mentally flailing to fill the extra space with something, anything. He settled for an introduction.

“I'm Kiell," he started, shuffling his wings for a moment while he searched again for something else to say.

“On account of the fact that my parents... liked the name, I guess."

The drake looked him up and down. In spite of himself, Kiell straightened his shoulders and puffed out his chest under the observant glint of those eyes. His wings half-mantled, succumbing to the urge to show off a hint of his long, slender wingspan without checking with his mind for permission first. He sucked on his teeth as he cursed the heaviness of his balls and the tightness of his sheath. Enlightened and unfettered indeed.

“Nice to meet you, Kiell. My name's Asher, on account of I used to be ash-grey when I was little."

Asher shifted, matching Kiell's posture almost playfully, but making no clear sign that the action was conscious. Smirking hard, Kiell took the implicit invitation to run his eyes across those ivory scales again. Now that he really looked, he noticed some variance in hue, how the cold, arctic white of Asher's face, back, and wings melted into warmer, almost creamy tones around his flanks and underside. The gradient made the grey-flecked accents seem just a touch more striking than they had at first. It was difficult to imagine that Asher's whole body had ever just been grey, let-alone little. Kiell's breathing deepened and slowed, eyes wandering further. The scutes of Asher's chest shifted supply, slowly, with every breath, padded from beneath by dense muscles slabbed over a deep, wide ribcage. His belly was shadowed, but it too looked muscular, even at rest. The table blocked the truly interesting parts from view, and Kiell only just kept himself from sitting up straighter to catch a glimpse. His own malehood slid from its prison, stiffening beneath the table as he imagined the burly drake climbing on top of his back and biting at his neck, pushing him down to the floor with those powerful talons, pulling him closer, muscles rippling, hips starting to rock...

“So," Asher ventured, “is this your first Festival?"

Kiell shook himself, hoping his jaw hadn't fallen quite as slack as it had felt.

“Er, no. It's my second, actually."

“Ah. You certainly picked an excellent place to spend your second Midyear. This'll only be my third, as it happens, but I've never felt the need to go anywhere else."

Not at all missing the suggestive edge in that voice, Kiell imagined Asher on top of a dragoness, rocking his hips and thrusting deep. She moaned, wings hanging limp and haunches trembling as Asher worked them both toward another release. Kiell envied that imaginary dragoness. He wanted to be where she was. He wanted to be beneath that broad chest, sheltered by those mantling wings. He wanted to be pinned to the ground, filled to the brim and dripping, crying out helplessly as that powerful jaw clamped firmly onto the back of his neck in preparation for their next peak. His member throbbed urgently at the image, nubs and barbs beginning to ache.

“Is it that good here?" he asked distractedly.

“Oh yeah, for sure. Several nearby villages set up booths and vendors in our field, and a lot of dragons come in from out of town, all looking to get various experiences out of their Midyear."

Asher casually sipped his drink.

"I'm sure you've heard some of the rumors."

A nervous laugh bubbled sharply from Kiell's chest. He tried to temper it with a taste of his own drink. The alcohol nipped at the back of his throat and warmed his belly, but it didn't ease the tension pulling across his ribs. If Asher noticed the oddness of the display, then he made no show of it. Kiell cleared his throat, wishing his mouth hadn't dried up so quickly after he'd taken that sip.

“A few of them, yeah."

A different waiter came by and dropped off a drink for both of them. Kiell thought that this Murdell person must have had a rather inconveniently heavy purse, but the musing provided little escape from the ache of his malehood. Asher thanked the waiter brightly and took a deep draught before returning his attention to Kiell.

“So, what about you, Kiell? What are you looking for? Did you get tired of what your hometown had to offer you last year? They not have enough ladies there to satisfy a stud like you or something?"

Above a politely-interested smile, those piercing eyes locked with his own, flashing a silvery glint and searching. Kiell felt as though they could read him like a book, and the thought sent a pang of fear icing through his veins. He shuffled his wings and downed a little more of his drink. The heady sweetness failed to help him pull away from the probing gaze for more than a scarce pair of seconds.

Kiell certainly had left his hometown because the girls there didn't much appeal to him. The catch was that he knew the girls in Honeycrest wouldn't either. He forced a tight chuckle through his teeth, pretending to grimace at the strength of his liquor.

“Yeah. Or Something."

"You look anxious," Asher commented, “Are you worried about tomorrow?"

Those eyes continued to probe. Kiell rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to measure out exactly the right amount of truth to tell so that he could remain consistent without giving himself completely away.

"A little... I guess I'm still kind of new to this."

Asher offered him a warm, friendly smile.

“You'll do fine. The girls will be fighting each other over you tomorrow, you'll see."

Kiell gave another uneasy chuckle, staring down into his four drinks. His reflections stared back up at him despondently, looking about as small as he felt.

“Yeah… girls."

He caught Asher's smirk at the edge of his vision as the other drake leaned across the table.

“What, hoping to get someone else's attention?"

Kiell jumped and barely avoided knocking his drink over in his panic. As it was, some of it still splipped up over the edge to fall cold and wet on his claws.

“What? No! No… Maybe? I don't know…"

“Yes or no?"

“No?"

Managing to dredge some certainty up from the depths of his gut, Kiell forced it into his voice.

“No," he repeated. Asher gave him a coy smile, brow knitting itself up in faux-apology.

“Oh. Well, that's a shame, because I think you're really cute."

“Wh-what?"

“Sorry. That was probably a little too forward of me."

But he laughed as he said it, a kind, goodhearted laugh, as though Kiell should've also been amused, as though they were sharing some inside joke. Those eyes flashed mischief, and sudden contact on the very tip of Kiell's member nearly sent him jumping out of his scales. His forefeet flew up to his snout, pressing palms over his mouth in an attempt to keep from crying out. He stared across the table at Asher with a wide-eyed shudder, but the other drake only finished the last two swallows of his drink as though nothing at all were amiss. A tense, thrilled grin twisted at Kiell's smirk, bending it out of shape. Asher set the empty glass aside and picked up the fresh one, cradling it in both forefeet, blithely pretending that his tail wasn't coiling itself around the head of Kiell's malehood and squeezing gently.

“Something wrong, there, Kiell?"

“No," Kiell squeaked through his palms, back ramrod straight and cheeks glowing. Asher's expression remained casual, but his eyes were unmistakably knowing. His tailtip caressed the side of Kiell's shaft, dragging the foreign touch gently down past the base to tickle at his balls. A whimper squeezed itself out between Kiell's digits. Asher sampled his second drink and hummed, as though extra pleased with the flavor of that particular mouthful, and a sly grin cracked through his mask, broad and toothy.

"Bit drafty under the tables, huh?"

Kiell strained against the tension twisting up his every muscle, fighting not to hump into that wonderful caress. His face burned. His wings trembled. His shallow, staggered breathing refused to even out. His member throbbed and twitched.

“It… It's the… um… it's the sm… the smell… in here..." he stammered, “Lots of… uh, lots of horny people…"

Asher nodded and smiled.

“Of course…"

The tailtip travelled slowly from base to head, tracing lingering circles around every one of the large, fleshy barbs that stood in a ridge along the underside. Kiell's hindlegs lifted from the floor and braced against the underside of the table as the urge to buck his hips pulled his entire body taut and bent his spine over into a deep curve. His own tail curled around the leg of his chair and squeezed at it rhythmically. Meanwhile, Asher's tail swirled deftly around the back of his flared tip before hooking around the middle of the shaft and hanging there.

“No shame in that," Asher soothed, “Everyone here is horny, after all."

A tug on his malehood pulled the tiniest moan ever uttered out of Kiell's chest. It was an impossibly small sound, but Asher's ears perked and swivelled, zeroing in on it. His smile broadened, eyes twinkling merrily.

“I'd be happy to help you with your little problem, if you like."

Kiell's heart attempted to smash its way out through his ribcage while his face twisted in embarrassment and pleasure. He moved his claws up to wrap around the top of his muzzle in an ineffectual attempt to conceal his blush and physically pulled his gaze down toward the table. His eyes rose again anyway, seeking Asher's. His mind worked in overdrive, thoughts mostly inarticulate but managing to supply him with two words.

“You would?"

“Of course. I'd be thrilled to, actually."

Asher set his drink down and at last let his suave demeanor fracture a little, body tensing and eyes darting briefly away. His shoulders danced in half-revealed excitement, as though unable to contain the tension any longer.

“Maybe you could… help me too?" he added. Kiell's mind flashed him a brief image of those ivory scales rubbing against his own, of those claws gripping his horns and maneuvering his head into position beneath that belly. At the base of his member, his knot began to swell. He pulled one forefoot from his muzzle and pointed a single talon at Asher's chest.

“You want to…?"

Asher nodded, white muzzle flushing cherry-red. Kiell slowly turned the talon to point at himself.

“...With me?"

“If you're up for it. But, I understand if you aren't."

The tailtip left his malehood, sliding away like a fleeing serpent. A small, whimpering protest sounded in Kiell's throat at the absence. He nodded mutely, emphatically, still hiding his face behind his other forefoot, and Asher laughed.

“Do you have a room here, or would you like to go to my place?"

Kiell's heart gave up on sledghammering a hole through his ribs and attempted to flee up out of his throat, getting stuck there. He gulped at it ineffectually. When he didn't get anything like an answer, Asher tapped his chin with a talon and hummed thoughtfully.

“We could also have some fun right here," he suggested, voice dropping low and eyes narrowing slyly above a deepening blush, “we could see how quiet you can stay while I stroke you off with my tail."

That wonderful touch returned, caressing Kiell's malehood and freezing rational thought.

“Or, maybe, I could crawl under the table and use a different part of me?"

Asher drained his second glass and worked his tongue around inside of it, humming suggestively as he made sure Kiell noticed the long, sensual display, driving the implication home as hard as he possibly could. Kiell choked, shaking his head in an emphatic no as the rest of the patrons suddenly flooded back into his awareness. He was thrilled out of his mind to have found a drake who wanted him, but there was no way he could stand the possibility of being noticed, and there was certainly no way that he could keep quiet. Asher nodded, chuckling, and pulled his tail away again.

“Okay, not here then. So, your place or mine?"

Kiell's voice was very small when he managed to force it free.

“I actually didn't get here early enough to get a room."

“Oh, well in that case, I would love to have you as my guest."

Kiell coughed again, a grin stretching the corners of his mouth even as inexplicable anxiety dragged at his elation, trying to either tear it away or shred it to ribbons. His grin twisted and twitched in nervous excitement, practically writhing upon his lips. He managed to take a breath, and then another, and then he finally pried his tense mouth open enough to speak.

“I, um, I need to pay for my drink."

“Louis!" Asher shouted, standing up and finally giving Kiell a view of the pink flesh beginning to emerge from its hiding spot between his hinds, “Put this guy's stuff on my tab!"

The barkeep hollered back something to the affirmative, and Kiell shook himself and pulled his eyes away from Asher's budding erection. It definitely matched those horns in thickness, but not at all in color. All at once, Kiell prayed that Asher hadn't noticed his look and also very much hoped that he had.

“I'm not exactly decent," he tried, not sure in the least why he was trying to stall when his every desire was trying to bring him home and, hopefully, fuck him senseless. Asher treated him to yet another laugh and fixed him with a look that said he absolutely knew exactly what part of him Kiell had just been staring at. If his face became any hotter, Kiell was sure that it would catch fire.

“No one in here is decent," Asher promised, "including me. Just walk fast. The only people that are going to spot your boner are gonna be the ones looking for it, and I'm certain that they'll appreciate what they see. Come on."

Out of protests and not particularly wanting to find any more of them anyway, Kiell stood up and slung his bag over a shoulder. He followed Asher as they wove through the sea of tables and standing bodies, malehood bouncing awkwardly beneath him with every step. Someone spotted them as they slipped out the door and let out a cheer. The other patrons joined in, and Murdell sent them off yet with another round for everyone. The encouragement lifted the last of Kiell's trepidation away. His favorite rumors, it seemed, were quite true indeed.

Outside was much quieter than the tavern had been, jarringly so. Thanks to a faintly tingling ward on the door, the noise of the patrons within the Randy Raven didn't reach them here, leaving only the soft ambiance of the summer night to fall on their ears. The warm air hummed with cricketsong, and fireflies danced in merry mimicry of the stars above. The starry sky itself was framed between the two peaks that rose up, dark and majestic, from the sides of the valley. Flickering lamplight supplemented the silvery shine of the moon on the cobbled street. To the left, those cobbles widened into a broad town square around a large fountain, water burbling cheerfully. To the right, a street lined with businesses, most of them closed for the evening, led to the edge of town.

“This way."

Asher waved a beckoning wing at Kiell as he turned and strode off, heading away from the square and out of town. Kiell sprinted to catch up, stealing a quick glance beneath Asher's haunches before falling into stride beside him, though he didn't actually manage to see much. Darkened buildings passed by quickly. Standing up, Asher's shoulders rose a good eight inches higher than Kiell's. He barely suppressed a shudder, trying not to think too hard about how much bigger the other drake was, lest he have to walk with any fuller an erection. The lamplight fell away with the cobbles as they stepped from the edge of the village onto a wide gravel path bordered by thick grass.

“I live just past that hill there," Asher said before stopping suddenly and peering into the gloom ahead.

“Wait, what's that?"

Kiell stopped as well, gave Asher a confused glance, and stared in the direction he thought Asher was looking, but he saw only grass and trees washed a pale blue-silver by the moonlight. That and dancing fireflies.

“I don't see anything."

Asher stalked forward, still staring out as if he could see in the dark, ears perked and swivelling. Kiell followed, then jumped at Asher's sudden bark of laughter.

“I guess they couldn't wait."

As they continued down the path, Kiell heard quiet grunts and moans coming from a copse of trees a short distance away and laughed in realization.

“Could you actually see them?"

“I could really just see a little movement," Asher admitted, “but I could definitely hear them."

A sharp gasp and a soft giggle drove the point home. Freshly aroused by the sounds, they left the hidden lovers to their own pleasures and sped into a trot, despite the mild slope of the hill. Asher's home lay some hundred feet beyond the crest, nestled between a mixture of thick oaks and tall evergreens. The contours of the yard suggested a garden as they followed a short stone path up to the front porch, but a cloud had slid over the moon, and it was difficult to tell in the darkness. The door opened with a homely creak, and a whispered spell splashed warm lamplight across the interior, spilling it out through the doorway.

“After you," Asher bowed and gave an exaggerated sweep of his wing. Kiell Laughed at the absurdity of the gesture and stepped past him into a comfortably furnished den. The room felt cozy and inviting after the expansive darkness of the night, with wide pillows arranged around a low table all complemented by tall shelves of books and trinkets. As the door closed behind him, he cast a glance at the squat bookcases to either side of the unlit hearth, wondering what sort of books a big, charming drake like Asher enjoyed. Suddenly, Asher's teeth were nipping at the back of his neck, claws raking gently across the scales of his shoulder and tickling underneath his chin. Kiell melted. The teeth found the nook behind his left horn, and his legs fell out from under him in bliss. Asher chuckled.

“Has no one paid you any attention, at all, ever?"

Before Kiell could gather enough wits to respond, Asher scooped him up and pinned his back to the wall. Kiell moaned as his member jumped, going from half-flaccid to achingly erect in the space of three heartbeats. Asher leaned in to nip at his neck and jaw, and Kiell whimpered and squirmed in delight at the tingling touch, at the heat of that breath, at the low rumble of that possessive growl. At the force of those claws on his chest, firm and unyielding, supporting his weight while his hindlegs kicked and trembled.

“Fuck, you're cute."

The sound of Asher's raspy voice so close to his ear gripped Kiell's spine and rattled it with a shiver. The shiver redoubled as Asher gripped that ear in his teeth and worried at it gently, shooting tingling sparks of pleasure into the side of Kiell's skull. Groaning, he pushed against Asher's chest reflexively with his fores, body desperate to find some way to expel all of its excess tension. Asher released him and backed away, and Kiell slumped to the floor, panting.

“You sure you're up for this, Kiell?" Asher asked, concerned, "You can say 'no.' That's okay. I've got a spare room that you're welcome to use either way."

“No, no," Kiell stammered, gathering himself up and getting back to his feet, “I mean, yes. Yes, I do. I want to."

A shudder sank hot fangs into his back and shook him savagely.

“Oh fuck, I want to. I've wanted to for so long…"

He met Asher's eyes, wings tense, chest tight, and stomach full of churning heat.

“Please?"

The sight of Asher's answering shudder sent fire to Kiell's loins faster than he'd ever thought possible. A burst of precum left his tip and dripped to the wooden floor, unheeded. Without another word, Asher turned around and started across the small room, holding his tail purposefully high to display impressive balls and the large, tapered malehood hanging in front of them. The widely flared head mesmerized Kiell, swinging back and forth pendulously as Asher walked down a short hallway and opened the door at the end of it. He looked over his shoulder and met kiell's gaze with his own.

“Coming?"

Kiell glanced past Asher at the barely-visible bed in the room beyond, and his thoughts tangled, hormones and lust gumming up the works and grinding his mental gears so hard that some tiny part of his subconscious called for an all-stop, and he went blank for a moment. By the time he was aware of himself again, the bedroom door was already shut behind him and he was being guided to the low, wide bed by firm talons. Kiell paused for long enough to fish a pendant out of his satchel and toss the bag aside. The pendant he hung around his neck, feeling the protective enchantments flow through him with a warm, short-lived tingle. Asher produced one of his own, nearly the same as Kiell's, and put it on as well.

“Right," he laughed, “How could I forget? Safety first."

Then, he stacked a couple of extra pillows onto the bed from a pile in the corner, pulled back the blankets, and gave Kiell a feral, toothy smile.

“Hop on up."

Kiell obeyed, head swimming. Asher jumped up beside him and nipped that spot behind his horn again, laughing when Kiell crumpled. He grabbed the base of Kiell's tail and squeezed, running his claws along the length of it and tugging at the tailtip before returning to caress his haunches.

“You have a really nice butt, Kiell," he growled. Before Kiell could muster a response, Asher grabbed his haunches and flipped him effortlessly onto his back, coaxing a trill from his throat that would've been embarrassing at any other time. The pleased rumble that the sound got in response thrilled Kiell to no end, leaving him squirming with anticipation.

“Fuck me?" he asked, voice raspy and full of need. Asher laughed again.

“Hold on there, Kiell."

Lying down on his stomach, he rubbed the scales of Kiell's chest, sliding the touch down to his belly, and lower, pressing down around his sheath but never quite touching his member.

“One step at a time."

That arctic muzzle dipped, breathing deep through the nostrils and blowing hot air across Kiell's shaft. Kiell quivered, and Asher mumbled something about them both being really horny. One forefoot moved back to fondle Kiell's balls, while the other pressed palm-down on the very back of his sheath and ground forward. Kiell thought he had been achingly hard already, but that simple motion taught him better as it coaxed a spurt of precum up his shaft that splattered onto his belly with a powerful throb. Asher hummed at that. Dipping his head forward, he licked slowly, firmly at Kiell's belly, pulling the pre into his mouth with a quiet, lusty growl. Kiell began to pant, finding his own muzzle with a forefoot and tugging it gently down. His head filled up with pressurized haze, thick and pleasant and warm. Like that tongue. The palm on his sheath reset, grinding forward again while the other forefoot rolled his balls around in their sack, massaging them. Kiell tensed, feeling another burst of precum readying itself in his loins. Asher growled again, raising his head as he shifted his forefoot from Kiell's sheath and wrapped it around the base of his member. He squeezed.

“Hahh," Kiell breathed, “fuck…"

Then, Asher started to stroke, and Kiell moaned, eyes screwing shut. He kicked as Asher tugged at his balls, sending that waiting burst of precum to dribble from his tip.

“Kiell," Asher called in a lilting singsong, “Kiell, watch."

Kiell forced his eyes open, and then moaned again as Asher gave the head of his member a firm lick. Humming the song from the tavern, he licked again, and again, lapping up Kiell's oozing lust. The treatment coaxed out still more pre, and Asher laughed in his throat as he pulled away for a moment.

“You're really messy, Kiell," he teased, and, when Kiell closed his eyes again with a furious blush, he added, “Kiell… watch."

The instant Kiell managed to open his eyes and obey, Asher stuck the entire head of his malehood in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it and pulling gently. Kiell shuddered, and Asher resumed stroking with a pleased rumble. Kiell's other forefoot joined the first, tugging his chin down to his chest, but his eyes remained fixed on Asher's muzzle. Asher bobbed his head, cheeks sucking in slightly as he pulled more of Kiell's member into his mouth. It was only another inch or so, but the intensity of the heat and wetness, not to mention the suction, was more than enough to make Kiell's hips jerk. The sensation of sinking into Asher's maw was incredible, addictive. He jerked again, more deliberately, and fell into a rhythm of short, quick strokes. Asher held still, letting Kiell hump eagerly into his mouth. The sight of his tip disappearing and reappearing into and out of that broad snout set Kiell to panting and whimpering. His vision blurred as touch drowned out his other senses. Euphoria built continuously, bright and overwhelming, until he couldn't take it anymore, and he stopped his hips, moaning and sighing to himself about how it was just too much. Asher chuckled around his tip.

"I'm not close," Kiell declared defensively, "I'm not! It's just… so intense…"

Asher replied with nothing more than another chuckle before continuing to stroke with his forefoot. And then he bobbed again, further, longer, deeper, and so very much slower. Barbs and nubs passed his lips with small, slick noises that were easily drowned out by Kiell's whimpers of delight. He stopped halfway down and pulled back, slowly, pausing deliberately just before each barb came free and sucking extra hard. Finally, only the sensitive head remained in Asher's muzzle. His thick tongue swirled around it in a spine-tingling caress.

Curling forward, Kiell took his left forefoot off of his face and laid it, trembling, on the back of Asher's head, right between his massive horns. He pressed down feebly, begging without words. His tongue lolled out with an inarticulate moan as Asher complied, taking him deeper and deeper into his maw and sucking hard. His stroking, squeezing forefoot slipped down just ahead of that warm, wet muzzle until his lips met Kiell's bulging knot. He raised up, keeping just the head inside once again, swirling his tongue and suckling at the steadily-leaking pre while he stroked idly at the middle of the shaft.

Kiell pressed down again when he could no longer stand to wait, driven mad by the sly, in-control gleam of those narrowed eyes. Asher blinked and looked down, focusing on Kiell's malehood as he sank it into his thick muzzle once more and his forefoot stroked down past the base to rub at the sheath. He paused at the knot only briefly before meeting Kiell's eyes and pushing that into his mouth as well. His lips kissed Kiell's sheath, his chin nudged Kiell's balls, and his tongue pressed Kiell's shaft up against the roof of his mouth. He grinned up at Kiell around his mouthful of malehood. The backs of his teeth pulled gently, carefully, at the back of Kiell's knot, and Kiell mewled and bucked, unable to look away or close his eyes, balls tightening, the base of his spine tingling. Asher tugged back, keeping the knot sealed firmly behind his teeth and lips so that the motion pulled at the very root of his member and dragged him well past the threshold. White-hot pleasure flashed through Kiell's body, pumping from his core through his malehood and into Asher's muzzle, pulse after pulse met by an eagerly massaging tongue. Kiell pressed down between those horns and rocked his hips earnestly, seeking depth that wasn't there to find as the heat of his own seed washed around his member.

Absurdly, he laughed. Buoyed by sudden lightness as months and years of anxious tension flew away on the wings of blessed release, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh fuck… fuck, I'm really... filling up another drake's muzzle… ohhh..."

He placed his other forefoot with the first on Asher's head and pressed harder, tongue sticking out and eyes screwing shut. His tail wrapped around Asher's shoulders, seeking leverage as his torso undulated, forcing a few final spurts out before he at last collapsed back and sighed, chest heaving with slow, trembling breaths. Asher held the same position, working his tongue gently around the oversensitive base of that member until Kiell got the point and lifted his head to look again. The bigger drake pulled his mouth away, the softening knot coming free with a wet pop. Once again, he pulled back slowly, sucking hard and teasing at each barb. Kiell squirmed and gasped, stuttering meaninglessly at the almost uncomfortably overwhelming pleasure of it. Chuckling again, Asher spent an extra long time sucking at the head. Finally, he pulled off, meeting Kiell's gaze firmly. After holding eye-contact for an impossibly long moment, Asher slowly, emphatically swallowed.

Kiell shuddered, his entire body abuzz in the afterglow. A straggling dribble of seed made its way up his member and out, dripping down the side of his shaft, thick and white. Asher gathered up the stray fluid with his tongue and worked that tongue around his teeth, making a show of savoring the taste. After another heavy swallow, he opened his mouth to display the mess Kiell had left there. Strings of mingled saliva and seed stretched between top and bottom teeth, hung down from his palate, and dripped from the tip of his lolling tongue, pooling in the low places. Asher gave a satisfied hum to drive the vista home. Kiell's hips rocked at that, despite the fact that his spent malehood was already softening.

“wow, “ he murmured, “Asher, that was…"

Asher shushed him gently.

“Has anyone ever told you," he asked, voice a rugged whisper that trailed tremulous clawtips up and down Kiell's spine, “that you have very green eyes?"

Kiell shuddered again, in spite of himself.

“Yes," he whimpered. Asher chuckled and stared down at him hungrily, grabbing at Kiell's balls and lifting them away from his taint.

“Well, has anyone ever told you that you have a nice butt?"

Kiell tried to say yes, you did a few minutes ago, but instead managed only a choked grunt as Asher dipped his head and planted a firm lick across his taint.

“Tasty," he muttered, and then he licked lower, catching Kiell's pucker with the very tip of his tongue. The heat and wetness drove Kiell to quivering, and then to relaxing completely. His tired body insisted that sleep would come very easily, but he fought to stay awake, needing to experience the attention he was receiving.

And then Asher gave a lick that prodded actively at Kiell's tight entrance. All thoughts of sleep evaporated as that muscular tongue pressed through. Kiell cried out in bliss at the intrusion, hot and slick and delightfully foreign. When he withdrew, Kiell wasn't given time to miss the penetration before he dove in again, probing deeper and rolling his tongue around with a twisting flourish. Kiell gripped blindly at the sheets, mesmerized by the slow, methodical working of Asher's jaw as he thrust that muscular tongue deeper still. His legs kicked involuntarily, eyes closing, back arching. But, Asher pulled away, too soon, far too soon.

“Hey," Kiell protested, “wait, please don't stop…"

“I was just getting you lubed up," Asher said, grinning lustily as he climbed up and stood over him. Kiell pulled his forefeet in and folded them submissively against his chest on instinct. His hinds he left spread, kicking and twitching faintly in excitement.

"Fuck me?" he asked again, shivering with anticipation. Growling wordlessly, Asher lowered his hips and prodded at Kiell's belly with his member, coaxing a heavy groan from his chest. Asher rubbed his throbbing malehood against Kiell's, and a gasp stole into Kiell's lungs at just how scaldingly hot and stiff the flesh was against his own. He whimpered, staring up into Asher's eyes in ecstatic disbelief. Asher pulled those hips back, dragging his thick, heavy tip across Kiell's belly and taint, lining it up at last with his wet pucker, and pressing it there firmly. Kiell let out a moan that was chopped breathlessly in half by the first thrust. It was only an inch or so of penetration, not even the entirety of Asher's head, but Kiell's whole body still torsioned up, face contorting and tail nearly tying itself into a knot. Asher stayed there for a long moment, moving his hips only a fraction of an inch back and forth as he waited for Kiell to adjust and catch his breath.

“You alright?"

Lust flared in Kiell's chest, riding a wave of tingling heat through his veins and filling his skull with steamy visions of exactly what he wanted Asher to do for him.

“Bite me," he growled.

Asher laughed, raising an eyeridge in amused confusion.

“What?"

“No," Kiell said, fixing Asher with a firm, commanding stare, “I mean that I want you to bite me, right now."

The confident edge faded as Kiell remembered himself, remembered how much smaller he was. Remembered how little control he had. He blushed heavily, wiggling his shoulders.

“...uhm, please."

Asher complied with a low rumble, nibbling at Kiell's chin before turning his head and wrapping his jaws carefully around Kiell's neck. He squeezed gently, hips beginning to rock as he moved a forefoot up onto Kiell's chest. Kiell moaned and pushed his hips back against the shallow thrusting of Asher's member, giving a soft cry when the head popped all the way in. Grunting, Asher released Kiell's neck, but worried at his ear with his teeth again before the smaller drake could have time to complain. Kiell strained to hold in a growl, lifting a forefoot to tap feebly at Asher's chest, search for purchase against his flank, give up, and fall back down. Asher gave another thrust, squeezing a small, strained cry from Kiell's chest and spreading him wider than he'd ever been spread before. He gave the ear a gentle tug.

“I like the sounds you make," he whispered, “there's no reason to be quiet."

Kiell cut loose, growling and whimpering and clutching at his face. With a long, purring growl of his own, Asher moved to nibble Kiell's other ear and began to thrust a little harder, a little deeper. Kiell had managed so much depth before, experimenting alone with his tail, but his tail was not nearly so thick, and it was an entirely different matter for someone else to be doing the thrusting. Subtle ridges teased him as they slipped in and out, slickened by a combination of saliva and precum. Nubs and barbs tugged at his insides, smaller than his own, but more numerous and still quite pronounced. Kiell began to pant again, neck twisting as Asher nipped at the crook of his jaw.

“Harder," he groaned, feeling like a cliche and failing to care, “deeper."

Lowering his chest onto Kiell's and adjusting the stance of his hinds, Asher growled and began to fuck him in earnest. Kiell's whole body bounced with the pounding, each thrust seeming like it had to finally be the entirety of Asher's length, and each thrust achieving another new, impossible depth anyway and stretching him ever wider. His every breath carried a whimpering moan, constant and involuntary. The sound of his own voice faded from his awareness as he wrapped trembling forefeet around Asher's shoulders, scrabbling for purchase on the scales of his back. That tip probed deeper, ever deeper, and he felt every thrust throbbing through his core into his member. Asher's scales slid over his own, slick with sweat.

Asher pushed himself up again, throwing his shoulders back and levering his hips forward in a particularly violent thrust. Pleasure exploded in Kiell's depths, knocked loose by Asher's wide head. Another thrust hit that same spot, and buzzing, electric arcs coursed through Kiell's whole body. He seized up, snarling, tail lashing helplessly as he shuddered. A third thrust sent his mind away from him, drowning his senses in delightful, ball-tightening ecstasy. His toes tensed and curled involuntarily, and tingly pleasure surged through his quaking haunches, throwing him over a peak that he shouldn't even have been anywhere near yet. He roared as warmth painted his chest and face, wet and clinging. More thrusts, short and quick and merciless, nudged that magical place inside of him continuously, stretching out his climax until he thought he might black out.

He gasped for breath as the blinding pleasure finally ebbed, spots floating in his vision, head rolling around absently in an instinctive attempt to find an escape from the overwhelming pleasure that clouded it. A low chuckle sounded above him, as much of a purr as anything else, resonating in his own chest.

“Are you okay there, Kiell? All of that clenching almost set me off too."

Kiell groaned and forced his vision to focus, turning his head to look at the sticky mess across his belly and chest with hazy, uncomprehending eyes. He raised a claw to his muzzle but jerked it away when it met something wet. A string of his own seed hung across the gap. Understanding slammed into his mind in a great thunderclap, and he hid his face behind his forefeet, blushing harder than he ever had before and whimpering in abject humiliation. He hadn't even gotten hard again before finishing!

“I swear," he stammered, words rapid and desperate, “I swear this has never happened to me before!"

Shifting his hips a little, Asher nipped at the base of his horn and churred comfortingly. Kiell whimpered, trying to curl himself small enough to disappear.

“It's alright, Kiell," Asher cooed, “It happens. Actually, when you're getting hammered in the ass like that, it happens a lot."

He planted a slow, soothing lick between Kiell's horns. His hips shifted again, rolling gently, enough to send tingles up Kiell's spine but nothing more.

“I probably hit your P-spot."

Kiell relaxed slightly, but gave a rather incredulous laugh, doubtful that the very fake-sounding term referred to anything that really existed.

“My what now?"

“The folks in your town don't teach young drakes anything but how to stick your dick in a dragoness, do they?"

Shifting his palms from his muzzle to cover his tightly-shut eyes, Kiell squirmed anxiously. They'd barely even taught him that. Most of the lessons imparted to the drakes who were about to have their first Midyear boiled down to 'no' is not negotiable, and make sure to use those enchanted pendants to prevent any unwanted consequences. Rather than embarrass himself further by outright saying as much, he just grunted.

Another comforting lick wet the top of his head. The bed shook as Asher made a short hop with his fores and rolled to the right, settling down on his flank beside Kiell and giving his hips an experimental thrust. Seeming satisfied that he was still firmly planted in Kiell's rear, Asher pried Kiell's forefeet from his face and clasped them in his own, twining their digits together and giving them a comforting squeeze. The grip eased away much of his embarrassment, and Kiell squeezed back gratefully while an entirely different sort of blush spread across his scales. Asher rumbled and lapped the seed from Kiell's muzzle. The tongue felt soothingly cool compared to the heat of his blush. Kiell allowed his eyes to flutter open as a murr sounded deep in his chest. Asher continued rocking his hips in a slow, sensual, constant pulse, just enough movement to hang on the very cusp of Kiell's awareness and keep his insides buzzing nicely.

“You know how 'nesses have a bundle of nerves a little way in that can usually get them off if you thrust at it right?"

“I guess?"

The information sounded vaguely familiar, but his education on the subject had been rather lacking. Asher raised an eyeridge.

“Lords above and lads below, Kiell!" he said, exasperation sharpening an edge into the gentleness of his voice, "Surely, they at least taught you that much!"

Kiell tried to scoff, but the sound barely pushed from his throat. He didn't quite meet Asher's gaze.

“You'd think they would, but they left it to the girls to tell the guys what worked and what didn't."

Asher laughed, but offered a small apology in the form of another warm lick when Kiell frowned at him. His eyes still twinkled in mirth, but Kiell accepted the apology with a sigh. Asher's voice still carried more amusement than he would've liked.

“Well, the ladies know what they like well enough, I imagine."

Kiell smirked, remembering with distinct unhappiness having to experiment with a firstyear dragoness whose knowledge of the deed itself also stopped at the male bits go into the female bits and move around until something really nice happens. It might have been more enjoyable if he hadn't also spent the whole time thinking that he'd rather be fooling around with another drake, but that was beside the point.

“Not at the beginning of their first Midyear, they don't."

Another laugh shook Asher's flanks, jostling his member. Kiell squirmed, smirking disapprovingly, but relented when Asher squeezed his forefeet again.

“Just… just get to the part where you explain it, please?"

Asher lowered his head and began to lap up the mess on Kiell's chest.

“Didn't I already?" he teased between licks, moving lower and lower, “The P-spot is like that bundle the ladies have, but for drakes. It's real deep."

He reached Kiell's belly and cleaned it with slow, swirling strokes of his tongue. His hips thrust a little harder, firmer, adding pleasant emphasis as his tip nudged that place again. A tremor raced up Kiell's spine, rebounding off of the base of his skull and shooting back down again to cajole his hinds into giving a sharp kick as Asher took his softening member in his maw and suckled it clean. Kiell's eyes rolled back, crossing slightly, unfocussed. He huffed out an airy grunt at the next firm push. Asher moved again, rolling back up on top of him and sliding forward. Chest to chest, he pinned Kiell's forefeet back behind his head and thrust. The air left Kiell's lungs in a puff of blissful submission. Asher's hot breath on his ear made him shudder and churr.

“It's why you're going to be a mewling puddle when I'm done with you."

Kiell managed to pull in half a lungfull before it was pushed back out again by Asher's pistoning member. His body still jolted with each firm, deep stroke, but this time, Asher was resting much more of his weight on his chest, holding Kiell so securely that he could barely squirm. Deeper, harder, faster… Kiell let loose a tiny cry at every thrust. Asher's tongue stroked behind his jaw, warm and wet, followed shortly by nipping teeth. The tongue probed upward as Asher's breathing grew deeper and quicker, mirroring the heavy lunges of his hips. Kiell flexed, trying to push his haunches back against the thrusts but only having enough room to wiggle his hindquarters feebly. His member swelled and stiffened, bobbing in time with his accelerating heartbeat. The barbs on its underside slapped lightly against Asher's belly several times before it had grown to the point that it made solid contact and rubbed. Kiell's hips jolted twice, three times, tail curling up and twisting itself around Asher's. A grunt rumbled in his ear, and Kiell felt every inch of Asher's member bulge as a heavy pulse of thick precum travelled down its length and spilled into him. Asher pulled his head back with a hiss as a second pulse followed the first. Kiell leaned forward blindly, nudged at Asher's snout with his own, and nuzzled against it with a whimpering growl. Asher returned the nuzzle even as a third pulse of pre morphed into a constant leak. Those powerful forefeet squeezed at his own, reminding Kiell of just how thoroughly he was pinned. Pleasure collected at the base of his neck, hovering there until he couldn't stand it any longer and threw his head back against the bed.

Teeth found his ear, tugging again. Wetness enveloped it entirely, pulling it in, suckling. His neck curled toward that side, pinned forelegs twitching pointlessly in an attempt to grip at the offending muzzle and either shove it away or hold it there so that it could never stop. Then, Asher's tongue snaked into his ear, tickling the inside of it, and Kiell shuddered in total surrender. He turned his ankles inward, hooked them around Asher's hips, and pulled, achieving very little other than managing to expel some of the tension gathering in his every muscle, but falling into rhythm with the thrusts anyway. A deeply pleasant ache pooled in his belly, pulsing and heating around Asher's questing shaft. Wide resistance slapped abruptly against his entrance, startling a burst of pre from his malehood.

“What?" he managed to bark. Asher laughed, giving another hard shove and pulling his muzzle from Kiell's ear with a hiss.

“It's my knot, Kiell."

Shudders and grunts began to shatter his speech.

“But I don't… hah… I don't… think it's gonna… Unf… fit..."

Kiell released a desperate moan and pulled at Asher's haunches with his quaking hinds. He knew instinctively that once that knot made it inside of him, it would press deliciously against that special bundle of nerves he'd only just heard about. He knew that it would send him into nirvana, and he hungered for it. He craved it. He needed it the way his belly needed food, the way his lungs needed air. He squeezed the muscles of his stomach rhythmically, some small, distant piece of his mind insisting that it would help pull the rest of that member inside him.

“Oh! Oh holy…"

The rest of Asher's exclamation drowned in a tremulous snarl that shaped itself into something that might have been a variation on fuck. He thrust harder, faster, gaining no more depth but pistoning his hips anyway. His whole body shook, trembling, quaking. Those teeth clamped around Kiell's throat again, firmly holding him in place, preventing the slightest movement. Kiell braced himself with a moan, tensing up in giddy preparation for what he knew was coming.

The flood hit him like a tidal wave, cataclysmic in its scale, filling depths he could never have imagined with pulse after pulse of molten, liquid heat. Asher jolted on top of him, moaning and grunting and jerking his hips in desperate, juddering thrusts. His forefeet pushed up, higher and higher, stretching Kiell's forelegs as far as they would go. He was heavy, so heavy... not painfully so, but enough that when his hindlegs gave out, there was no chance of Kiell moving anything but his tail. Kiell's member ached, trapped between their bellies and turgid with throbbing lust from the load Asher was pumping into him. Hovering on the edge of his own orgasm, Kiell wondered faintly if he had cum nearly so much into Asher's mouth. Another series of jolts and humps tossed the thought away. Unable to move and delighting in that fact, Kiell rode out Asher's climax, eagerly expecting an odd thrust to send him over at any moment. But the pulses slowed and stopped without pushing him past the edge. Asher released his neck and forefeet with a sluggish shudder, panting heavily.

“That clenching ass of yours is liable to kill me, Kiell."

Kiell tried to wiggle his hips, with limited success. He tensed his belly and haunches again, laughing at the low groan Asher produced in response.

“You should've gotten your knot in there," he teased, “Imagine me squeezing around that."

This time, Asher's laugh didn't feel quite so in-control.

“I could probably get it in now, with it softening up, but there wouldn't be much fun in that."

Kiell's heart sank a little, but he didn't let it show. Slowly, Asher dragged his feet up underneath him and stood, pulling his malehood out of Kiell with a long, lewd schlick. Kiell sighed at the sudden absence, feeling painfully empty despite the very filling gift Asher had left behind. That gift drooled lazily from Kiell's much-loosened pucker as Asher took a few steps and collapsed to the bed a handful of feet away. He sighed as he rolled onto his flank. Kiell reached down and rubbed idly at his entrance, spreading Asher's seed around. A dull throb answered his touch. He gathered some of it onto his digits and rubbed them together, contemplating sticking them into his mouth and finding out what Asher's seed tasted like.

“Oh shit, Kiell," Asher said, shifting his shoulders in an attempt to roll over onto his belly but not quite succeeding, “I thought you came when I did. That looks like it aches."

Kiell laughed, giving his rock-hard malehood a couple of lazy strokes and a quick squeeze.

“A little, but that's fine."

He rolled onto his stomach and stood up, only for his hindlegs to come out from under him immediately. They numbly refused to respond to his attempts to move them again, even though his whole hindquarters trembled with the effort.

“What the fuck?"

“Oh man," Asher chuckled, “You must've been really close."

Kiell gave up on standing and stared helplessly at Asher. He gave a plaintive groan when Asher chuckled again.

"What?"

“Look, Kiell, when you get pounded in the ass real good, your legs sometimes stop working for a bit."

“Oh."

Kiell crawled over to Asher and sprawled out beside him with a sigh.

“You'd think it was the first time you'd ever had anything up there," Asher laughed. Kiell shrank into himself slightly, embarrassed. While the laughter didn't really feel like it was at him exactly, he still didn't like it very much.

“Well, I mean, that was definitely my first time with another guy. I've been with a few girls, sure, but it wasn't… they weren't interested in…"

He rubbed his shoulder with a forefoot, looking away.

“Putting anything up there is a bit of a taboo back home."

Asher nodded, his smile fading and the mirth, for once, leaving his eyes.

“Oh. Is that why you came all the way out here, then?"

“Yeah. Last year, I had to stay home for Midyear because of tradition. It wasn't unpleasant, but it also wasn't really… I wanted to…"

He huffed, searching for words.

“Girls are pretty enough, and it did feel nice to do stuff with them, but it's like… well, I mean, what I really wanted was to get absolutely railed, and none of them were particularly interested in trying to do that, nor were they particularly well-equipped for the job. I've always been more attracted to other drakes anyway."

“Bigger ones?"

Kiell took his turn to chuckle.

“Yeah, bigger ones. You-sized drakes, really."

Asher chuckled and rolled onto his back, stretching all of his limbs up into the air before folding them in again with a sigh. He made no effort to hide his leaking member. Thoughts of taboos made rounds in Kiell's head, hard, stiff, thrusting taboos, and a heated blush spread over his face. The blush was absurd, considering what they had just been doing, but he still couldn't believe it when the question left his mouth.

“There'll be booths with, um… with toys, right? At the Festival?"

Asher raised an eyeridge at him, but smiled instead of laughing.

“Absolutely, and they'll be happy to sell you anything you want to buy, too. I've got a pretty good collection of toys myself though, if you'd like to try them out…"

His eyes flashed with that increasingly-familiar sly gleam.

“...You know, just to figure out what you like before spending any money on something."

The blush deepened at that. Kiell smirked, trying to hold back a grin as his eyes fell on Asher's softening member.

“Maybe. For now, I think I'd rather like to play around with the real thing a bit more."

He reached out and prodded at the other drake's malehood, taking the low rumble as encouragement to wrap a forefoot around it and stroke it experimentally. Without squeezing too hard, he could wrap his digits a little more than halfway around the base, barely, and he found that he rather liked how very slick the surface was. Kiell's own member gave a throb at the smell of the seed, and he thought again about tasting it, but settled instead for squeezing at the thick shaft with his forefoot. Asher grunted, but smiled when Kiell met his eyes. Rolling onto his side and lifting his leg in invitation, Asher dragged over a pillow and laid his head down on it to watch. Kiell gave the flesh another squeeze before letting go of it for a moment so he could push himself up into a sitting position next to Asher's haunches. He ran his forefoot delicately up and down the length, then pulled away and gave his own member a lazy stroke, using Asher's cum as lube. A bead of pre welled at his tip. He smeared it around with a digit and stuck the digit into his mouth. He already knew what his own arousal tasted like, of course, but a short, humming moan from Asher let him know that he'd been right in assuming that the other drake would find it hot. He climbed up and straddled Asher's tail, much as Asher had done to him, and returned his forefoot to Asher's member. It throbbed, stiffening, and Kiell stroked it again, rubbing playfully at each nub, barb, and ridge. He took his own member in his other forefoot and measured it up against Asher's. Asher let out another pleased grunt at the contact, but made no comment.

“Fuck, you're huge," Kiell murmured, wondering how such a massive thing could have possibly fit inside of him. Kiell was comfortable with his size, but Asher's malehood was half-again the length of his and easily twice the girth. Stretching his digits wide, he wrapped his claws around both of them and stroked, glancing up to see Asher's half-lidded eyes glaze over. The drake beneath him churred in time with the strokes, the sound sending shivers of glee through Kiell's body. Asher's eyes drifted closed, claws kneading at the pillow beneath his chin as he continued to shudder and purr. Kiell reached down, found Asher's balls with his free forefoot, and fondled them as well. Those too were massive. And heavy. He hefted them appreciatively.

“I wish I wasn't so small," he mused, “then I could give you a really good time."

He spared a laugh at his own expense.

“I'm not sure you'd even notice if little old me slipped into you right now."

Asher hummed at that, shifting, curling around to lay his snout on his own belly and stare up into Kiell's eyes.

“I think you're a fine size," he purred, licking briefly at his own tip, “Sure, I'm bigger than you, just, in general…"

He dipped down further and lapped the gathering pre from Kiell's tip.

“And I'm a little larger than average between the hinds for my body size."

Another lick, longer this time. Kiell continued to stroke the both of them with a shudder, his hips beginning to shift and hump.

“But you, Kiell?"

Firm claws pried Kiell's digits from around his own malehood.

“...You're exactly the perfect size to fill my muzzle."

With no further warning than that, Asher took Kiell's entire member into his mouth, knot and all, suckling gently as his lips bumped against Kiell's belly. Kiell shuddered and started stroking at Asher again, determined that they would finish at the same time. Asher pulled back a scarce few inches and sank down again, swallowing around his tip and grinding his tongue up against those sensitive barbs. His knot bulged slightly in Asher's cheeks. Kiell gripped Asher's shaft in both forefeet and squeezed, pumping at it with abandon, but Asher flickered the tip of his tongue over his balls, and Kiell knew that he was infinitely closer to climaxing than his partner. With that realization came the thought that he didn't want to cum with his depths feeling so gapingly empty anyway. He released Asher's malehood and instead grabbed his muzzle, pulling it off of his member slowly. Asher complied, licking his lips when the tip finally slipped from his mouth.

“I want to try something," Kiell breathed. Asher gave him a doubtful look, but eventually nodded. Kiell stood, legs shaking, and scooted forward onto Asher's belly. Growling, he reared up and sat down on Asher's malehood. Both of them moaned in unison as it slid into him, spearing far deeper far faster than either of them had been prepared for, lubricated by the seed Asher had left in him the first time. Kiell let out a surprised grunt as the half-inflated knot slipped in and his haunches met Asher's lap. He wiggled his hips, and Asher's tip shifted impossibly deep inside of him, coaxing out another low moan. He was so full, stretching and shuddering around that throbbing girth. So, incredibly full...

“Fuck," he breathed.

"Yeah," Asher agreed, "...fuck."

Kiell raised himself up and dropped his hips again with another sharp grunt, grinding hard. Asher let out a sharp oof!

“Fuck."

Asher's knot throbbed as he shot precum into Kiell's depths. Kiell's legs trembled, but he managed to raise up and drop down a third time, his whole body shuddering with the impact. He would have done it a fourth time, but his legs refused to work again as that knot swelled and pressed gloriously against his insides. He tried anyway, eyes tearing up with strain and pleasure. He teetered.

“Asher," he panted, whimpering desperately, “Asher, I can't fucking move."

Asher gave a laugh that was almost more of a moan and wrapped his tail around Kiell's shoulders, bracing him.

“Just sit there and clench," he said, “That'll do me pretty quickly while I get you."

“That doesn't make any-oh!"

Kiell's awareness shrank down to only his tailhole and his malehood as Asher's mouth wrapped around his length again. He clenched hard and ground his hips as well as he could, managing little more than a wobble that afforded him no additional penetration, although it did rub against his insides incredibly. Every scale tingled, standing on end, the world toppling away as he felt Asher grunt around his member. That thick shaft twitched and jerked inside of Kiell, throbbing, pulsing, and swelling even larger than it already was. Kiell's own knot swelled to its fullest, and Asher squeezed and tugged at it. He tongued at Kiell's sheath, slipping the very tip inside, and a quivering wave of euphoria sparked across Kiell's body. His spine went utterly slack, like one of the push-puppet toys he used to play with as a hatchling, which was an absurd thing to think about under such very adult circumstances. Of course, any thought crossing his mind was an absurd one. Thought at all was nearly impossible, inconceivable, in the face of such overwhelming bliss. Kiell's every nerve sang, stretching the final hair-thin slice of a second before his climax into impossibly stacked eternities.

And then Asher shuddered beneath him, and he spilled, and the molten heat of his release shoved Kiell well into his own. Heat washed around his member, not nearly so well contained this time, spilling from Asher's mouth as his jaw locked, not that Kiell cared. Not that he could think to care. He cried out, quivering, quaking, helpless in his spasms of pleasure. All was blackness and warmth and unimaginable bliss. Dimly, he was aware of the bed rising up to meet his face. How very friendly of it! He laughed again, tears streaming, jaw snapping mindlessly at the sheets. A heavy weight draped over his mind, a warm, hazy blanket of quiet euphoria. The rear half of his body fell numb, but he was fine with that. He really didn't need it much anymore at the moment. He'd go back to retrieve it in the morning.

A tug at his body failed to garner much acknowledgement, though he did notice a rhythmic dampness dancing a slow waltz across his scales, from his haunches up his chest. Then the dampness ran across his muzzle in an affectionate lick, and he moaned.

“You alive, Kiell?"

Kiell managed a croak. Asher chuckled weakly.

“That's good. I think I'm dead though."

Sheets rustled, and the weight of an actual blanket fell across his body.

“I usually don't just go to sleep while I'm still tied to a partner, but you…"

He paused to let out a quiet groan, wrapping his fores around Kiell's shoulders and pulling him against his chest in a tight embrace.

“Mmmm… you, I'm going to have to make an exception for. Sorry…"

Kiell laid a forefoot of his own on Asher's flank, too tired to do much else. Asher lifted Kiell's head up slightly and set it back down on a pillow.

“Better? I can get you another if you like."

“Just… just shut up and hold me," Kiell murmured, already drifting, curling his head down and pressing his snout into Asher's chest. A warm wing stretched over him. A warm snout nuzzled his shoulder. His mouth curved into a smile. Asher chuckled.

And then he was lost to sleep, set adrift by the rhythmic pulse of Asher's heartbeat.

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