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To be a Dragon Rider is an auspicious position. One I never thought I'd ever attain. Until the day I was introduced to Aurelion. You see we'd been matched when I was an infant. I had no memories of the dragon that was to be my mount…in more ways than one. Dragon Riders were knights of an order that was older than any religion currently practiced on Maerea. The order fell outside the laws of most kingdoms and was such that any were able to join.

It was the night after my twentieth birthday on which the Order decided to make itself known in my life. The two knights showed up at my family's door on the outskirts of a rather large village known as Kumallah in the Kingdom of Alliera in the south near the borders with Leon, a country of beastmen. Mostly wolves. We held trade with them and there were several in our town. The blacksmith and the tanner were both Wolves who'd journeyed from Leon. These knights of the Dragon Riders came with their mounts in beastman form and they were large. Two curvaceous ladies. Not fat, mind, just curvaceous and tall. So tall. They were seven feet easy.

I knew the tales I'd heard of the order from travelers. They were the universal protectors of peace and tranquility in our land, but there were also stigmas against socializing with the Riders. Many thought that they lay with their mounts. Most modern religions advised against lying with beastmen it was considered unnatural. Akin to bestiality.

My father let the men in but told their mounts to stay outside, “Go to the stables," he said, “You shall find your lodgings there." I couldn't believe the rudeness of my old man, but I stayed quiet. One did not disrespect their father.

They looked at their Riders in askance, to which the more senior ordered, “Do as the man says. We'll see you in the morning." His wing man gave him a questioning look, to which he replied under his breath, “We're they're guests, Lieutenant. No need to make a scene."

They came inside following me and my father. Once we were in the sitting area of our small home, we sat on a couple stools and they joined us opposite our cooking fire. “We've come to take him back to the Order, Johann. He is old enough, now to bond with the dragon."

“He's naught but a boy, Righcard."

“He's more than past come of age, Johann. You're procrastinating. You know this."

“I…You're right." My father sighed. He spared me a brief glance before saying the next words to me. “Archie, you are to go with these fine gentlemen in the morning."

“Dad?"

“Archie, you wouldn't remember this, but the Order visited our house with a dragon egg when you were first born. This is done with every newborn in the kingdoms of men. When a child is destined to share their destiny with a hatchling the egg which holds their dragon partner glows."

“Yeah?"

“Well, when the egg was brought before you, it glowed." My father said.

The two men nodded their head in acknowledgement. “So, I have a dragon partner?"

“Aye, boy. And it's waiting for ye in the local Chapterhouse." The more junior of the Riders said.

“Thank you, Johann, for seeing reason. We'll leave at dawn, you boy, Archibald, I would suggest you go find sleep. We'll rise early. The earlier we leave, the earlier we arrive." Captain Righcard commanded of me.

“Aye, Sir Knight." I said and rushed to my bedroom.

“Sir Knight?" the captain laughed, “He seems a little naïve, Johann. Does he know of our ways?"

“He's heard rumors which are close to the truth."

“Does he believe them?"

My father and he kept talking for a while but I could hear only muffled sounds through the thick oak of my bedroom door. I drifted off imagining a busty, curvy dragoness who I pictured being my mount.

***

“Th…that's my dragon?" I asked as I laid my eyes upon my mount. I was confused. Captain Righcard explained on the way over that, yes, one must lie with a dragon in order to create the bond which the Riders were famous for. It was why most often male Riders had female dragons and female Riders most often had male ones. Yet here I stood in the Joining Hall in the Chapterhouse of the Order of Dragon Riders and in front of me was a very male, very excited, very built, red dragon who stood at a little over eight feet in height. His scales resembling rubies in multiple shades, yet the scutes on his ventral side—on his chest and abdomen were a subdued cream. He had eyes that were a shade of brilliant amber.

That wasn't what had grabbed my attention, though, from his groin stood two very long and very thick hemipenes. He was appraising me from where he sat in the center of the chamber. The other members and their dragons surrounded us from the edge of the room. Each Rider cradled a lit candle in their hands and each dragon held their mouths open, allowing a small amount of their inner light to add to the low, dim glow which gave an ethereal glow to the chamber. They all chanted lowly in the ancient tongue of dragons. And my Dragon smiled, beckoning me to join him on the comfortable looking bed which took up a good bit of room in the center of the room.

I timidly walked up to the edge of the bed and mouthed, 'Your mine?'

The dragon nodded his big head and whispered, “The name's Aurelion, son of Noctis. Now join me on the bed. We'll take it slow."

I whispered back, “Do they have to be here?"

“They must bear witness. Please, join me."

I clambered onto the bed and crawled over to the dragon. The dragon had me lie on my back. I was wearing only a simple robe which the dragon used a single claw to slice through. He made sure that I felt his claw gently glide upon my skin as it easily sliced through the thick wool. I shivered. I was now completely bare in front of at least twenty different men and women of several different races. My pride shriveled under all of the attention. That was until Aurelion grasped my member and started rhythmically squeezing and stroking, while also juggling my balls with his clawed fingers.

It wasn't long before my embarrassment was replaced with a raging hard on. Aurelion took a very slow pace, slowly stroking my member and juggling my jewels. Soon, the other members of the Order, bearing witness to our debauchery faded from my mind, I was lost in pleasure. None existed outside of me and Aurelion. He was surprisingly good with his hands. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but complete compassion and love. I took the chance and laid a kiss upon his muzzle. His eyes widened in surprise at first but then very quickly he returned the kiss and his pace gained speed. I felt it then, the burning in my gut that told me of my impending orgasm. Something I was surprised at how quick it was coming, especially with the relaxed pace that Aurelion was using. When he'd said he'd be gentle, he wasn't kidding. I peaked just as Aurelion broke the kiss.

Panting heavily, I breathed, “That…that was…incredible. But, I…I'm not…I don't like…"

“Arcturus, do you know why the egg ceremony is performed?"

“To determine who among the masses may become a Rider?"

“Exactly. The position of Rider is held in high regard despite many of the newer religion's views on beastmen-human sexual relationships, or even homosexual relationships, partially because it is so selective. That selection process is still quite unknown, but what we do know of it is partly due to the Fates. They know who will be a perfect partner for each dragon. Making it sexual was something of an inevitable accident. The first dragon and Rider partnered were Ryugon and Arthreon. Many wonder just how the two met, but we have the actual account and believe it or not, during one of the many Elven-Draconian wars that plagued the continent in the years prior to the founding of the order, Arthreon was an Elven general and a highly skilled tactician and warrior. On one of his many raids of one of the many draconian rookeries, Arthreon went in with his men to smash the eggs. For, how can a race win a war when the other is destroying its future? This was the Elven thinking of the time.

“They were in the Rookery for all of five minutes before Arhtreon saw an egg light up brightly when he walked by it. It dimmed when the elf walked away again. Curious the elf walked over to the egg. It shone its brightest as Arthreon touched it with an outstretched hand. This wasn't the doing of the fates, directly. While draconic magic can be strange and mysterious, we know that this was purposefully done. Knowing that elves tended to be curious creatures, a draconic mage had enchanted the egg to find a male elf with a predilection for males. One who held a large heart filled with compassion and kindness. Yes, I know, a man who was going to smash defenseless eggs, how could he be one filled with compassion and kindness. But the truth is, war does not preclude one from kindness, it buries it, because it's viewed as a weakness. However, this elf. This general who was one of the most feared by the dragons was held in such high regard by his own people because in peacetime he was willing to help any who asked.

“So, knowing she was taking a shot in the dark, this draconian mage enchanted one of her own eggs, 'Find a kind soul, who will fall in love with you my child. Tell him of the future his kind are sowing for the world. Tell him of our importance. Something the elves do not seem to understand.' She told her unborn son, 'He will be your lover. He will be your mate. He will ride you. You will ride him. The two of you will be inseparable by anything save the skeletal hands of death.'

“Arthreon heard this from the egg upon touching it: Life and Death, Light and Dark, order and chaos. All things must be in balance. We, the dragons, are the edifice upon whose shoulders the duty of retaining that balance must lie. You, the Alfayakin, are a dark seed whose chaos is easily sown, but so also is its spark easily extinguished. Our Wyrda are entwined. You, alfyr, are the only one who can correct the course of our shared existence. Without one the other shall parish. Alfayakin cannot live without the Drehgni. Take this, my egg. Raise the dragonling inside and show him your ways. Love him. Treat him as your equal. And he shall stay loyal to you for the rest of your days. And call him Ryugon.

“So Arthreon heeded the message. Taking care of Ryugon taught him much and in the early days he used it against the other Dragons against whom he so valiantly fought. But as the dragon grew and he took its care more and more seriously, he became aware of what he was doing.

“By the time the Dragon had come of age, Arthreon was actively petitioning the Elven queen to end the most recent outbreak of the Elven-Draconian War. He told her of the dragon he raised and its impressive abilities. Of the kindnesses of which it was capable. In the end, after many years, the Queen broke down. She relented. Calling the current leaders of the dragon race to the table to sue for peace. The Dragons readily accepted. When asked for a reason the queen asked her most favored general. The general recalled how embarrassed he became when Ryugon replied that they had mated. And through Ryugon, the General Arthreon Egg-breaker became Arthreon The Bitten the first mated two-legged to a dragon. His closeness to Ryugon gave the Dragon leaders and the Elven queen an idea. She asked Ryugon if he allowed Arthreon to ride on his back when travelling far. He replied in the affirmative. Arthreon was given the title by the queen of Riddari, Rider. And Riddyr by the Dragon leader.

“Arthreon and Ryugon were the first of our order. And in order to not be the only one, he made a deal with the leaders present. A rookery would be established in the Elven Forest. From it, eggs would be taken before newborns within the forest of the elves and if the egg shone as Ryugon's had. The dragon would be raised by Ryugon and Arthreon until such time as the two both came of age. At such time the elven child was brought to the rookery and they would hold coitus to unite.

“Eventually there were enough in the Order that the dragons were raised by the order. Not just Ryugon and Arthreon. And the mating between the two initiates, became watched over by the whole order in the Rookery.

“Humans and other two-legged came along later. Now the Order has Rookeries all over. Now that you know the history of our Order, I'll tell you again, you may not believe yourself to wish to lay with men nor beastmen, but I am your Mate. The one the Fates saw fit to grant you. Will you spit in their holy faces?"

“N…no. S…sorry. I don't quite…I mean…I never."

“Yet here you are. Covered in cum. With a dragon utterly aroused born bare in front of you. Wilt thou continue to refuse me?"

“C…could…could I go first?" I stuttered, blushing. “I…I mean, may I top first?"

The dragon quirked an eye brow. “You think you'll be able to come so quickly after you just shot off?"

I stopped at that. “Probably not...al…alright. You can ride me, dragon." I replied, spreading my legs.

The dragon rolled over me, his size intimidating. His shafts dwarfed mine by a good measure, maybe not quite as long as the draft horse stallion we kept to make a little money on the side from breeding, but longer than any human had any right to be. And he had two of them. I had to be honest, I was scared. But the dragon above me smiled lovingly. “Don't worry, Archie. I'm only using one of them. And I'll ease you into this. You are virgin. I'm not an idiot. I know I must ride you carefully."

In so saying, he calmed my nerves. If just slightly. He lowered his large draconian head and cracked open his maw, out of which came a long tongue with a bifurcated tip. It licked my cheeks, one after the other, before returning to his mouth and his scaly lips met my own. The forked tip of his tongue quickly brushed against my lips as I let the beast in.

The sensuality of his tongue and mine wrestling for dominance had me hard again in an instant. It also distracted me from the sensations going on below. I felt a finger brush against my hole. The claw at the tip poking in unabated. Slowly, that scaly digit eased in causing me to groan in discomfort. The dragon kept at it until his last knuckle slid in, at which point he curled it until the tip poked something inside of me which made me sere stars. I broke the kiss and moaned out in pleasure. Pure, unadulterated bliss. How could something that felt so good be considered bad? I wondered with what was left of my cerebral functions. My dick shot from a semi-hard state to achingly hard.

This didn't go unnoticed by my draconic lover, as I felt a low, rumbling laugh vibrate his chest against mine. He recaptured my lips with his and extracted his finger. He brought a pair of them together next and I groaned again at the stretch. Now fully relaxed, I could appreciate his ministrations and not be afraid of the pain, which itself had slipped into the background. The pleasure took its rightful place in the forefront of my mind as Aurelion administered his manual pleasure to my anal orifice. I was reduced to a moaning mass of flesh at the scissoring fingers and coiling stabs at my prostate.

After what felt like hours of this torturous pleasure, Aurelion extracted his fingers and broke the kiss. “Okay, now that I've got you nice and compliant down there, I'm going to start. I'm going to leave your mouth alone. I want and need to hear your pleasure or pain. Understand, Archie? I will stop if this is too much for you."

I nodded. At this point he could have asked me to sacrifice myself to some pagan god and I'd have given myself freely over to the blade. He smiled. Ur help me, I loved males. Especially the one who was looming over me, his twin spires leaking on my belly. He grabbed one of these leaking twins and directed at my winking pucker. Just as with his finger, Aurelion eased in slowly, spreading me beautifully. I moaned out a breathy, “Aurie!" He smirked at the pet name. He continued to ease in and without either of us really even realizing it, in no time at all he had sunken all of his shaft in me all the way to the bifurcation at the slit. He grunted as I clenched unconsciously, “Tiiiiiight."

He held there, seemingly waiting for my permission. I gave it to him with a simple nod, beyond coherent speech at this point. His eyes filled with compassion and love, a small smile pulling at the corners of his beastly maw, he pulled back until about halfway. He then sunk in a little faster. Drawing a long moan out of me. He drew back out again and slammed in with more speed and more power. Easing me into a fast, furious rut. Once he found his rhythm, he rocked into me so hard that the frame of the bed began creaking rhythmically. I unconsciously gripped the silken sheets within my fist in a death grip as I rode the waves of pleasure.

Then I felt it. Again, that burning sensation in my gut returned. I was going to climax from just the stimulation of Aurelion's cock slamming in my butthole. I cried out as my cock, which still stood hard as a rock, shot my second load of the evening. The first jet splashing me under the chin. The second was at my collar bone. The third shot just a dribble.

Aurelion groaned heavily, as my walls clamped down. He managed, “Gonna shoot," through clenched teeth and then it came. I felt the first pulse on the inside as a punch in the gut it hit with such force. And Aurelion's second cock, its first arched over my head and splattered on the floor. The power with which he shot his load both aroused me and scared me. His second and third pulses didn't seem any less powerful. As the fourth then fifth pulses came I realized that I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

As the tenth, eleventh and twelfth pulses dribbled out of Aurelion's twins, he bent over me. Clearly exhausted, he barely held his own weight from collapsing down upon me. Shouldn't crush him. So tired, though. He's fragile.

“Wha?" I voiced, blearily. I was so exhausted. Expelling that second load really had taken it out of me. Aurelion had only spent his first, though longer and more drawn out, he seemed just as tired. “Aury, did you say something?"

“Ah. It's established then. We dragons only get one mate, Archie. We mate for life. In the order of dragons, the eggs who glow in front of newborns are selected to be riders because they and the human they glowed for are mates. Once the pair has completed the Claiming ceremony, they can hear and communicate using one another's thoughts." He said audibly.

A beastman Rider from the wall stepped forward, a wolf. He came up, then in the language of dragons, spoke to Aurelion. “Jej kunna gana. Da offyreng ïz fyrték. Ninf de menc të jerem timmyr, drighe."

I couldn't understand the words being spoken, but I could feel Aurelion's reaction to the words. He understood that we were being dismissed. That the ceremony was complete. At least, in the eyes of the Order. He stood grabbing me, nude, from the bed in a bridal carry. I curled into his chest. He looked at the Rider and said, “Vej gejjum, mär da offyreng ïz ïnytt fyrték. De menc mot myx fígkena. Thu knejst dyzzax, Randolf. Ja, vej havum ingi zyr fyli sfülen paarengen, mär di buxyr ern kler ovyr dyzzax."

I seemed to understand the gist. Aurelion was telling off the wolf for assuming that the offering was complete. Apparently for the ceremony to be complete I had to be the one doing the fucking as well. The wolf rolled his eyes, “Don't tell me what I do and don't know, initiate. You're not even fully consummated in the eyes of the order."

“Which you only know now, because I told you. Randy, you and I know that you only claimed Vixie last week. Don't act so superior."

“Argh! Why do you always have to bring that up? I'm consummated, Aurie. You're not. For now, I am higher rank than you."

“For now. Tomorrow, we'll be the same rank. If only in name." Aurie shot back.

“Go, then! See if I care." The wolf said haughtily, throwing his hands in the air.

I looked up at Aurie, “Friend of yours?"

“Yeah…" He said before facing about and walking to the exit. “He's in many of our training classes. He was paired with a female, but I heard he had a male lover before coming to the Order."

“Huh." I shrugged, curling back up in my new lovers embrace and dozing off.