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The glimmering droplets of morning dew decorated the surrounding undergrowth as Varil walked through the lush, deciduous grove of birches and oaks, traversing amidst the tall ferns, the moistened leaves of which scrupulously wetted his trousers below his knees, right where his tall leather boots didn’t quite reach. The leathery fabric was already clinging to his skin uncomfortably, but the lighthearted human didn’t mind it too much, knowing he’d be able to dry it off soon enough once he reached the lake.

The young man with dark, unkempt hair was clutching in his right hand a lute; a simple instrument he had bought from a fair three years ago for only nine Terrins, having successfully haggled down the price from fifteen. It was his weapon of choice and most trusted tool, being somewhat battered and lacking any sort of decorations or beautiful carvings – a simple instrument for a simple bard.

The light of the early noon sun was seeping through the lush treetops beautifully, illuminating the thousands of drops of moisture on Varil’s path, and the dark-haired man was already composing a small tune in his head about the beauty of it all.

“Through the forest and ferns, along a winding path…” He hummed quietly.

“To the lake like a mirror, clear and flat…”

The construction of the carefree tune was however interrupted as Varil promptly stubbed his toes into a bulging root hidden beneath the ferns and cursed under his breath as the sharp pain jolted through his right foot. Having to search for his balance on the uneven forest floor for a few staggering steps, the frustratedly groaning minstrel continued his journey with much longer, more careful strides. He was quick to forget the pain as he could already see the glimmering surface of the lake he was headed to past the young birch trunks up ahead.

A careful smile crept onto Varil’s lips and the excitable bard hastened his steps.

Pushing a few resilient branches out of his path, Varil was eventually able to step out of the forest and into the warm embrace of the sunlight that was bathing the surroundings of the large body of water. It was still rather early, the sun having only begun its climb to the peak of the pastel blue firmament, completely clear except for a few fluffy clouds of cotton floating about here or there. A gentle breeze danced in the leaves of the forest behind the bard, but the surface of the lake was completely still, clear and reflective as the finest mirror. There was something eerily beautiful about it all, no matter how many times Varil visited the place.

Greedily inhaling his lungs full of the scent of the forest, Varil walked his way closer to the lake, shielding his eyes from the sun and gazing along the shores to find the small bed of sand that he remembered so well. And eventually, he did, spotting it about a few hundred feet to his right, the golden sand appearing nice and warm even from a distance. Also spotting the familiar, large, flat rock resting on the sandy bank of the lake, Varil quickly began walking towards the southeastern side of the great forest basin, traversing the grassy lakeside with brisk strides.

The forest surrounding the lake was calm and almost unnaturally quiet as Varil made his way towards the sandy piece of the circular shoreline. No longer could he hear the chirping of birds, the rustling of hedgehogs and mice in the undergrowth, or the various insects that usually pained any living creature passing through these woods. What was even more strange was that the whole lake itself was seemingly devoid of any life, no fish swimming near the shore, no birds frolicking about on its still surface, and not even a single plant of vegetation growing in the vast pool of clear water.

That’s why it was called the Dead Lake. Well, more accurately it was a pond as there were no rivers or streams leading to or from it, but it was certainly big enough to be a medium-sized lake.

Varil could still remember how anxious he had been when he had first passed by the lake. The echoes of what he had felt back then still rippling through his body even now, although be it to a much lesser extent. Presently, the human minstrel knew there was nothing to worry about because the lake was very much alive, with at least one lively inhabitant; the reason for Varil’s many visits to this unnaturally resplendent place.

Finally reaching the strip of sand on the southeastern side of the great pond, Varil picked up a pair of small stones by his feet before leaping onto the slab of weather-smoothed stone that was partially submerged in the water as it laid on the golden sands. He stood on top of the great rock, gazing far out onto the very middle of the vast lake, having to use his left palm to block out the sunrays that sought to blind him from the opposite shore. The water surface was serene and the entire area was wrapped in a gentle sensation of unnatural tranquil.

It was too peaceful. At least for Varil.

Gently setting down his worn string instrument on his stony pedestal, the human balladeer took one of the stones he’d grabbed earlier into his right hand, feeling its weight and shape with his fingers before winding back the right side of his body, taking a firm stance on top of the flat stone. With one smooth motion of his side, shoulder, arm, and wrist, Varil flicked the small pebble into the water, skipping it across the lake’s surface for about a dozen skips in total before it sunk into the depths of the still water.

Varil watched as the small ripples the stone had made slowly disappeared from the surface before inhaling his lungs full of air and cupping his palms around his mouth.

“Axiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~!!!”

The surprisingly melodic voice of the young human echoed across the lake, the faint answer rebounding from the opposite side of the pool of glimmering water and traveling above the sapphire basin once or twice after.

As if to punctuate his call, Varil skillfully skipped another stone on the lake’s surface, this time managing nineteen skips as the second stone was more flat than the first. There was no reply, but Varil was sure he had been heard as he once again observed the small ripples disappear and the water smooth out to a mirror.

For a while, the lake was completely silent as nothing of note appeared to happen.

And then it emerged from beneath the surface.

The glimmering water splashed high into the air about a hundred feet from where Varil was standing as a scaly, horned head pierced the stillness of the lake, rising up from the depths in explosive fashion. A long neck, decorated with smooth white scales, fading into a light-purple, bluish hue towards the feathery ridge in the back of it, extended out from the water, lifting the reptilian creature’s head up high before the rest of its body had even emerged.

The water splashed some more as the creature’s magnificent, white wings rose up to grace the sunlight, sending a small shower of glimmering droplets onto both sides of the great beast as it spread its feathered wings like a majestic swan, floating alone in the otherwise lifeless pond. The furry ridge on the reptile's neck soon extended down onto a scaly back and a long, flexible tail that both eventually emerged from the water, shimmering brightly in the plentiful sunlight.

Varil could never get enough of seeing the feathered dragon dive up from the lake. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Comfortably above the water’s surface, the white dragon, bigger than a peasant’s house, turned his head towards the one that had called him, Varil enthusiastically waving at the large reptile from his spot on the beach.

The smiling human could hear the profound sigh being carried over by the small waves as the feathered dragon carefully lowered his neck and head into the lake, keeping his eyes and nostrils above the water as he began to swim towards the shore in an opulent waving motion using his entire body. Even when nearly submerged, the reptile looked big and intimidating, especially as it approached Varil with such astounding speed for a creature of its size. The dragon’s movement in the water was smooth and had a surprisingly high degree of elegance to it, so much so that Varil could have watched the big reptile simply swim for an entire day if he was allowed to.

“Hope I didn’t wake you up!” Varil chuckled as the feral beast approached the shore, eventually reaching the shallows of the lakeside and being able to set his scaly feet onto the muddy soil of the lake floor.

The dragon sighed again as he walked out of the water, his scaly body emerging from the lake one thumping step at a time until almost all of him was visible to the human. “What is it this time, troubadour?”

The fluffy, feathered collar of the great beast gently fluttered in the breeze as he towered over the smaller creature, gazing down at his visitor with his purple eyes, curiously twitching his long and pointy ears at Varil. He was a feathered dragon alright.

“Is that how you greet a friend? Especially after I spent two whole days just to get here from the city?” Varil chuckled at the unamused reptile.

“I didn’t ask you to come here. You always just show up on your own accord.” The dragon growled and walked onto the sand, shaking off any excess water that had remained stuck to his scales. The plumage on his wings, back, collar, and thighs naturally repelled all water, but he still gave them a thorough shake just like always.

“Aww… I guess I did wake you up. The Axii I know wouldn’t be this grumpy. Especially when a world-class bard has come to entertain him.”

The dragon huffed and tossed his head in an uppity manner at Varil’s cockiness. But despite that, the human could tell the dragon was happy, the fluffy tip of his tail drawing a smooth, jagged pattern on the sand as it wagged noticeably in Varil’s presence. Varil smiled. This was the dishonest dragon he knew so well.

“I tell you it was a chore to get here… Can’t you inhabit another lake somewhere closer to the city?” Varil joked and stretched his arms before seating himself on top of the warm slab of stone.

Axii huffed and tossed his head again, some of the feathers on his head audibly ruffling against his delicate, antler-like horns. Even though Varil was barely even the size of one of the dragon's legs, he couldn't help but think that his reptile friend looked truly adorable, shuffling about on the sand.

“I had to travel with a merchant’s caravan for a day… Got to ride in a cart pulled by a horse named Firen. I tell you he would not stop talking for the whole ride. Must’ve been a young colt I reckon. He was always going on and on about wanting to win the big race they hold at… Blast, what is the name of that…” Varil had to search for his words for a few seconds. “Vindril! The race they hold at Vindril annually.”

Axii didn’t appear particularly interested in the bard’s tale but was still keenly listening as by the fervent twitching of his long ears amidst the lustrous collar of feathers on his head.

“He could trace his family’s entire bloodline up to King Akyrian the third’s royal steeds and was really boastful about his genes. Saying he was guaranteed to win the race if he was allowed to participate… Asked around some of the merchants and they said his mother was a mule and his father a farmhorse… Poor thing.”

The big dragon chuckled softly with his head turned away from Varil.

“Even had me sing him all the songs I knew about horses…But don’t worry, I saved the best of my talents for your entertainment.”

“How gallant of you…” Axii murmured, carefully laying down on the sand like a big feline, basking in the warm early-noon sunlight next to the big rock the human minstrel was seated on.

Varil couldn’t help but eye up the magnificent scaled and feathered body of his acquaintance. The way the dragon's large muscles moved about underneath his scales as he laid down and settled into place on the hot sand was enchanting. Always had been for Varil.

“I would have come yesterday…” The bard continued. “But the rain caught me by surprise and I had to spend the night at the small sawmill run by a group of wolves – do you know the place? It’s not far from here. Anyway, they let me spend the night in one of their cabins in exchange for some quality entertainment by yours truly.” Varil winked and picked up his lute, plucking a few of its strings and immediately tuning them by adjusting the bone-crafted nubs on the head of the instrument. “As soon as the rooster woke me up at the crack of dawn, I hurried here…”

“That so…” Axii growled softly, curling up his neck so that he was able to set his large head next to Varil on the rock, his purple eyes gazing out far onto the lake. “I still don’t get why you come here though…”

Varil laughed heartily and leaned back against the rock with his palms, the hot stone nearly burning the skin of his hands, but he powered through it. “Why wouldn’t I? This is pretty much the perfect place to practice, and compose songs. It’s quiet and peaceful, the lake provides excellent acoustics… And the company is not half bad either…”

The big reptile twitched as Varil placed his left palm on top of his muzzle, gently stroking the smooth and reflective white scales of the dragon. Axii said nothing, but Varil could see his tail digging into the sand with joy, and the biggest, most beautiful feathers decorating the scaly beast’s head stood up in reaction to the bard touching the feral.

“I have yet to write a song about the bard who befriended the dragon of the lake…”

“...And you’ll never finish at this rate…” Axii chuckled and closed his eyes as Varil continued to stroke the top of his great muzzle.

“Perhaps I don’t want to… It is one good reason for these visits after all…”

They both shared a small laugh as Varil continued scratching Axii’s scaly snout. In a world where humans usually got along very poorly with beastmen, not to mention intelligent ferals, it was a bit of an oddity for the two to be friends. But Varil enjoyed the quiet and sarcastic dragon’s company and the feathered reptile enjoyed his, perhaps even more than Axii himself let on.

“So, what would the noble dragon sir want to listen to today?” Varil asked, removing his hand from Axii’s muzzle and producing a few upbeat notes with his lute. “Epic poems of wars past? Bawdy drinking songs that’ll make you blush up to your ears and laugh out loud? Songs about dragons, romance, jealousy, you name it! Just please don’t ask me to sing more about horses!”

Appearing somewhat disappointed that the scratches had stopped, the swan-winged dragon cracked open his right eye and looked out to the lake after glancing at the human next to him. “Just play what you wish… You know I’ll gladly listen to anything…”

“As you wish my feathery friend! Prepare to be serenaded!”

Picking out a tune in his mind, Varil started slowly nodding his head, rhythmically tapping his right palm against the body of his lute before attacking the strings with his fingertips, the ariose sound they produced echoing far and wide over the motionless water. He started to hum very quietly from his throat, increasing the volume ever so slightly as he got more and more into handling his familiar instrument.

“Have you heard of the king they call Ferion, a royal who enjoys his wine? His face puffed and red like an apple it was and surely he sweats like a swine…”

Varil began to sing in his harmonious voice, skillfully playing his lute as he sang for the halcyon dragon whose long ears fluttered about eagerly, catching every lyric and every note the bard produced with his performance. It was a drinking song with a happy tempo and ribald lyrics, commonly heard at bars and taverns throughout the land as it was – and had always been – quite popular. Varil knew the lyrics well but was still somewhat learning the proper notes on his lute, as the song usually had only a drum or a flute accompanying the performance. Not that his audience would mind if he got a note wrong here and there.

“...King Ferion’s dick was limp as a fish, and from his wife, he’d gotten a terrible itch -”

“Why are all human songs so vulgar?” Axii growled, barely opening his mouth to speak.

“Please do not interrupt a performing artist!” Varil replied out of habit, still continuing to play the tune even though his delivery of the lyrics had been disrupted. “I’m not the one who composes them! I simply exist to entertain. And if this is what the people find entertaining then sing it I shall.”

Axii groaned and closed his eyes, returning to silently appreciating the song and the warm sunlight licking his scales.

…

The sun was well on its way towards its peak as Varil played the final notes of the bawdy drinking song, giving himself small applause and performing bows for his imagined audience whilst sitting on the almost scorching hot rock. The young bard was sweating quite a bit as he finished, both from the singing and the rising temperature of the lakeside. Axii was peacefully resting beside his human, his large sides rising and falling regularly as he was curled up on the sand next to the big flat slab of stone.

“Any requests for the next song?” Varil huffed, swiping a few sweaty hairs off his forehead and wiping his palm into the thigh of his leather trousers.

Axii cracked open his right eye and sighed, his scaly nostrils flaring as the air passed by them. “As long as it’s not about a bumbling king, play whatever you wish…”

Varil chuckled and tuned his lute. “How about a song of a dragon? Surely you creatures like your ego stroked the same as the rest of us?”

Axii released a passive growl that the bard interpreted as the go-ahead.

“This next one is called, ‘Hell on wings’ and it’s about an evil dragon who burns down a human settlement,” Varil said, searching for the right notes on his lutestrings.

“This should be good…” The untroubled dragon chuckled with his eyes closed as the bard began to play.

The serene water carried the lyrics and strumming of the lute across the lake, the intense, slightly sorrowful tune echoing around the shores of the vast pond. The song was about the settlement of Durenstead and how it was viciously attacked and burned to cinders by a black dragon. It contained vivid descriptions of the town set ablaze by dragonfire, burning throughout the night until nothing but ash was left of it or its citizens.

Axii had leaned both of his ears towards the performing bard and actively listened throughout the entire song, for a few times appearing to have some critique of the epic Varil was singing but keeping it to himself at least for the time being.

The last two plucks of the lutestrings eventually faded into silence and Varil wiped his forehead with his sleeve, even hotter and sweatier than before. “So…? How was it?”

“It is quite good… Considering that those events didn’t actually take place…” Axii sighed and raised his head, responding to Varil’s exaggeratedly shocked expression by gently blowing into the sweating troubadour’s face.

“How dare…” Varil started out but then dropped the act, honestly amazed that the dragon had managed to deduce that from the lyrics “...And how could you possibly know that?”

“Well, the dragon in the song, ‘dark as the night with a crown of horns’ could only possibly refer to a Grynian dragon and they live on the eastern mountains, everyone knows that. And yet, in the song the dragon came from the west. Also, according to the lyrics he ‘crushed a dozen boats’ with the waves from landing in the river, but Grynian dragons hate – and I mean truly hate – water and would never land in a river, even if they were provoked by a pesky human settlement.”

Varil couldn’t help but be impressed by Axii’s knowledge of dragons, even though it did make sense since he was one himself.

“Any objections…?”

The defeated bard sighed and smiled faintly whilst shaking his head, scooting himself backward on the large rock, getting in the cool shade of Axii’s big and horned head.

“...So what was the actual story behind the destruction of that settlement?”

Varil chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

“A cart of hay caught on fire from the pipe of a passing peasant and the frightened horse ran straight into the town and well…”

The feathered dragon’s thunderous laughter shook the surrounding sands.

“Well, excuse me! The art of balladry is being able to embellish mundane events up to the point where they sound like epic legends. My composer comrades are guilty of nothing but trying to bring entertainment to the poor souls of the seven kingdoms!” Varil defended his profession as the white reptile jiggled with laughter.

It took a decent while for Axii to eventually stop laughing, the sides of his big mouth drawn into a silly grin as stifled the rest of his chuckles, completely ignoring the nasty stare he got from Varil.

The clever bard didn’t fancy to take such mockery sitting down and quickly devised a plan for payback against the scaly, feather-decorated reptile. He already had the perfect song in mind. Playing it was risky, but courage was something Varil had never lacked. “Alright, if that’s what you want, I’ll give you a song that is based on a real dragon and on true events. Listen up you lizard!”

Axii perked up his ears as the brunette human began to play yet again, crossing his paws on the sand as Varil started his third song.

It was a lewd song. Perhaps best described as pornographic. It was a song about a man, a knight, bathing his dragon mount and then making love to it. What was even more, was that the dragon in the erotic ballad was also male. There did exist quite a few homoerotic poems and sonnets out there but this was the only one in Varil’s knowledge about such a relationship between a human man and a male feral.

The further Varil got into performing his song, the deeper into his plumage Axii folded his ears, a pink hue visible on the white scales of his muzzle as the bard continued to sing and sing loud. Axii was blushing, and although Varil pretended not to notice, he felt great satisfaction in successfully flustering the ancient beast with his lyrics.

The song was fairly detailed too, with multiple verses dedicated to characterizing the dragon’s magnificent male equipment, the hot insides of his tailhole, and the process of making love to a dragon in many different positions. There were many points in the song where the dragon begged quite shamelessly for his knight to ‘ravage his hindquarters’ and ‘plunder his cave’ and so on.

The lyrics didn’t leave much to the imagination. Even by regular erotic poem standards, the song was definitely on the extreme end, the person who composed it having put almost too much effort into verbally describing the sex between a human and a dragon. Varil couldn’t help but start feeling a bit hot himself from all the vulgarities he slipped out from between his lips, especially with a dragon laying right next to him.

The final chords of the utterly immodest composition eventually faded into silence, a strange, tensed-up mood falling onto the sandy shore, a lone cloud floating in the sky blocking out the sun in almost poetic perfection to the song’s close.

Varil was breathing heavily as he raised his face from his lute, donning a cocky smile on his lightly blushing face as he craned his neck to get a look at the expression on the big feral’s scaly snout. And what the bard saw made his heart skip a beat.

The usually very composed and emotionless dragon now wore an expression of utter shock, his big reptilian eyes open wide, the cloudy purple iris staring into the distance. Most of the scales by his eyes had taken on the shade of pink, the large reptile’s face appearing unnaturally colorful as the creature was clearly embarrassed by the raunchy lyrics of the song. What was, even more, was that looking past the adorably flustered face of the beast Varil could see something pale blue by the dragon’s lower body, something that he had never seen before. It took the bard a moment to realize it was the scaly sheath of his friend that the tower of blue was sticking out of.

Varil swallowed.

Registering the human minstrel staring at him far too late, Axii blushed even more and swiftly covered himself from Varil’s view with one of his big wings, a sturdy wall of big, white feathers blocking the bard from seeing any more of what the big dragon was hiding between his hind legs.

“S-surely you jest!”

“About what?”

“The acts of that song actually taking place…”

“Who knows… I’m certain it has picked up some exaggerations from here and there, as every good bard knows to add a bit something of their own into the composition they’re performing. But the rumor has it that up in Rievynd there actually is a human knight and a red dragon who are lovers. I have never met them personally but they’re a well-known topic of discussion if you go upstream on the Garren.”

“Whoever composed s-such… such… licentious lyrics should be tossed in that damn river! As if a dragon would ever allow a human to mount them. That’s just… just… completely debauched!”

“What’s the harm? You’re a dragon too. Dragons are animals just the same as humans. And it’s only natural for a male to have urges. So what if he decides to relieve them with another consenting male of a different species?”

“Don’t lump me together with the likes of that dragon! I’m not an animal with no self-control. I would never submit and beg like that… especially for… for…a human’s…”

“You mean that you don’t ever have any urges? And you’re, what, four hundred years old? When was even the last time you were able to mate with one of your own?”

Axii was reluctant to answer the question and Varil didn’t press him any further for it, bringing the short debate through the feathery wall to its eventual close. Awkward silence now dominated the sandy shore around the large rock. Neither of the two spoke for a good minute or so.

Feeling somewhat guilty about having upset Axii with his teasing, Varil leaned back against the flat stone surface and gazed up at the sky where the sun was starting to peek out from behind the lonely cloud blocking its golden rays. Soon enough Varil had to place his left palm over his eyes as the scorching shower of sunlight bathed the lake’s beaches once more. It was hot. Too hot to be wearing a cotton shirt and leather trousers.

“O’ great dragon of the lake…?” Varil hummed carefully, observing the large wing next to him twitch with the sound of his voice. It took a while for the dragon to eventually answer him.

“...What?”

“Do you think you could fly us to the valley up north from here? I bet it would be much more pleasant to spend the day there since it always gets so bloody hot out here by the lake. This poor bard is baking in his boots!”

The resting songwriter waited a while for Axii to eventually lower his wing, revealing his white muzzle with the usual, stoic expression present on his mouth and brows. The two locked eyes and Varil smiled, the human’s contagious buoyancy forcing the bigger creature to eventually smile as well.

“That might be the smartest thing you’ve said your whole visit. Troubadour…”

Varil was relieved that things hadn’t gotten awkward.

He then got to enjoy the visual treat of Axii getting up from the bed of sand and spreading his majestic wings to their full extent in the sunlight. The feathered wings made for flying were almost four times as long as the human balladeer and Varil had always admired Axii’s natural ailerons that carried a certain elegance compared to the regular, scale and leather wings on a non-feathered dragon. He would have very much liked the chance of potentially sketching Axii’s wings once he’d bring along parchment and charcoal to visit the dragon with, as his artistry wasn’t limited to just his musical talents.

The feathered reptile quickly spun around on the sand, now presenting Varil with his scaly backside. The lascivious lyrics of his last ballad still fresh in his mind, Varil paid even more attention to the feather-decorated curve of the dragon’s hips and the smooth-surfaced scaly glutes – big just as dragon anatomy would have them – than he would normally. He would have been lying if he’d said they weren’t pleasantly shapely or alluring to his eyes.

And as the dragon turned around, Varil’s gaze eventually dropped down to the huge scaly scrotum dangling between the reptile’s hind legs, jiggling gently with the momentum the large creature carried with his quickly spun half-circle. Axii was a male dragon after all, and he certainly had the balls to prove it too, the two gigantic orbs of dragon sex each probably weighing more than the human admiring them. Not that this was the first time Varil had seen them, as being a creature as big as he was, Axii really didn't have many options for hiding his scaly testes and sheath from anyone watching.

Varil’s heart skipped another beat as he got one final treat from the sexy reptile, Axii lazily lifting his tail off the sand and curling it onto his back, for a few seconds exposing his big-lizard tailhole to the young human. Hidden between the smooth rump humps of the majestic reptile, the outer rim of it was light blue, and the hue faded into a shade of deep purple where it entered the dragon's body. It was perfectly clean and appeared to be quite stretchy and soft to the naked eye, Varil getting a sudden impulse of wanting to feel it up with his own hands. Witnessing a dragon’s tailhole up close, he could very well imagine someone wanting to mount a dragon like the knight had in the song.

The imaginative bard was brought back to reality as Axii slammed his tail next to the fantasizing young man, the entire rock shaking from the impact. Varil raised his gaze from the base of Axii’s tail and now noticed the winged feral looking at him over his left shoulder.

“Something catch your eye?”

“...No…” Varil cleared his throat, quickly switching to his flirtatious performing mode. “I was simply admiring the inherent beauty of a fully grown dragon that is all…” He grinned as he attached his lute to his belt

Axii scoffed at the bard, but at the same time, the tip of his tail happily tapped against the rock.

“Climb on!”

“Well then, excuse me…”

Varil carefully stepped on the feathery ridge that decorated Axii from his tail to the top of his head and balanced himself across the large tree-trunk-sized dragon tail onto the great reptile’s lower back. From there the bard nimbly leaped in between the white dragon's wings with a pair of long steps, seating himself onto the fluffy plumage trailing the flying reptile’s spine like he was riding a horse; grasping the feathery mane with his hands and squeezing the large, scaly sides of his mount with his legs.

“Do you have a good grip?”

“Yes, my noble mount!”

“Both hands on?” Axii asked putting heavy emphasis on his first word.

“Yes yes, don’t you feel them on you?” Varil replied, rubbing the skin hidden beneath the luscious plumage with his fingertips. The softness of the plentiful pinna was comparable to the downs of a week-old goose and was extremely pleasant to the touch. It was almost like feeling up glossy animal fur, the tiny white feathers of the big dragon doing a good job of mimicking such feel and texture.

“Alright then… Remember to hold on tight! I do not wish to see a flying bard for the second time.”

Axii was always very strict when it came to flying with Varil on his back. This was due to the bard once having slipped off the dragon’s back mid-flight, Axii having had to perform expert aerial acrobatics to catch Varil before he hit the ground. Varil had gotten a real earful from the dragon after the incident in question and Axii had refused to fly with the human for the next three visits, before the bard had managed to talk the beast back around. Nowadays Axii insisted Varil keep both his hands strictly on his back-plumage to avoid falling off.

Varil felt the robust dragon muscles moving about underneath his legs as Axii turned to face the lake, digging his large claws into the sand that was far from optimal as a takeoff pedestal. But such trivial matters didn’t matter for a feathered dragon like Axii, whose wings had evolved for the purpose of making a takeoff possible from almost any surface. The great dragon leaned down for a pounce, tensing up his white and pastel body while holding his wings almost perfectly parallel and pointing at the sky. Varil readjusted his grip on the soft feathers and leaned himself as close to the big dragon’s fluffy spinal ridge as he could.

Clouds of sand got puffed up into the air and the water near the shore rippled violently as Axii took flight, jumping up from the sand and flapping his great wings just at the perfect millisecond. Varil could feel himself getting dragged backward on the feral dragon’s back as his mount rose up nearly seventy feet with a single pounce, gliding for a few short seconds over the lake before flapping his wings again to gain more and more and more altitude, steadily rising up to the sky with the human bard on his back.

It still amazed Varil how a beast the size of Axii could actually perform such a maneuver. But as always, he quickly forgot about being awestruck as the cool winds of the sky caressed his head, pushing himself off Axii’s back and sitting up straight whilst still holding on tight to the spinal plumage of the white reptile.

Varil loved flying. For him, it was the perfect pinnacle of poetry. For a creature like him, unable to take flight naturally, to be able to glide amongst the clouds and birds like this. He loved the feeling of the wind flowing against his face, easing the heat the sun was so desperate to cast onto his cotton- and leather-clad frame. Loved how insignificant and small the trees, the rivers, and hills appeared from up here, from the dragon’s back. What was there not to love. It was an exhilarating experience.

The forest surrounding the lake stretched out dense and green underneath the dragon and the bard as they flew north, the lush sea of leaves occasionally disrupted by small clusters of pines that rose above deciduous treetops. Looking over his shoulder, Varil could see the glimmering waters of the Garren as the great river snaked from east to west, curling up north just before it disappeared behind the distant mountain range.

Axii flapped his wings, expertly navigating the many aerial currents – that were completely indistinguishable for the human on his back – with his aerodynamic frame, gliding northwards at an astounding speed. Both the dragon and his rider could already see the valley that was their destination; a seemingly endless sea of wild grass extending as far as the eye could see, cruelly split in the middle by a massive crack nearly a mile in its widest and over ten from end to end. The gargantuan gash in the basalt soil was about five hundred feet deep, a small and shallow stream running on the bottom of it. The bed of the valley was lush with grass and flowers, with only a few trees dotting the area, some insistently growing in the smoothly eroded, white stone walls of the great canyon.

It was the valley of Duers, a beautiful place rarely visited by travelers due to its remote location, but a primitive tribe of equine beastmen inhabited the far eastern end of the valley. The duo of man and dragon had stumbled across them a few times on their visits to the valley. They didn’t speak the common language but were generally very friendly with visitors, even more so with Axii who, from Varil’s understanding, was some sort of deity to them.

Axii said something as the two approached the valley, the fierce winds catching the words right off his lips and whisking them away where Varil couldn’t hear them. The bard reassuringly patted the scales of the dragon’s back, assuming it was something about him attempting to land sometime soon.

Usually engaged in taking in the beautiful landscape stretched out beneath him and his dragon friend, Varil had been quite distracted during the short, ten-minute flight, only occasionally glancing at the scenery. His mind kept returning to what he had seen on the beach, both the pale blue, draconic pole of arousal and the healthily plump scrotal sack of the giant dragon. Those and the vivid image of Axii’s dangerously inviting tailhole haunted his thoughts and made the bard feel strangely restless, especially since he was riding the creature in possession of all of those body parts.

Had Axii actually gotten aroused from listening to the erotic ballad back then? And if so, could the dragon actually be harboring urges similar to the reptile in the bawdy lyrics? Varil was intrigued, to say the least. Although the feathered beast had been quite adamant in his expression of distaste for the song, Varil had known Axii long enough to know how dishonest the dragon could be at times, even given his vast knowledge and long lifespan.

Varil and Axii were relatively close, but the dragon had never expressed any interest in being romantically involved with the bard. No, he was far too proud for that as the dignified dragon he was. And the thought of that happening hadn’t even crossed the mind of Varil, who did regard himself as exceptionally free-spirited when it came to the affairs of the heart and of the flesh. Now the bard could barely stop thinking about it.

Lovers with a dragon. It definitely had a nice poetic ring to it. Varil very much enjoyed Axii’s company. The dragon was intelligent, calm, handsome as ferals come, not overly talkative but when he opened his mouth something educated usually came out of it, and perhaps a bit prideful for his own good; actually quite the perfect husband material. For Varil at least. He wouldn’t mind at all if their relationship became a bit more intimate. Perhaps if the mood down in the valley started getting good he could…

The bard was wrenched back into reality as his and Axii’s altitude took a notable dip, the swan-winged lake-dwelling reptile starting his descent down into the valley. Due to the higher maneuverability, he possessed because of his wings, the graceful white dragon was able to simply dive straight down into the lush canyon, easing himself into a gentle glide only after the tall edges of the basalt ravine flashed past his horns. Such a reckless and risky landing, executed to pinpoint perfection by the skilled feral, who controlledly brought himself and his rider to a halt with only a few feet separating his intimidating claws from the happily purling stream below.

Axii flapped his great wings a few more times and hovered above the shallow water for a split second before allowing the large mass of his scaly body to thump onto the smooth bed of small river rocks.

“Here we are!” The scaly feral announced, folding his wings against his sides whilst flapping his long ears in the gentle breeze that blew across the valley.

“Splendid flying as always!” Varil chuckled and stood up on top of the dragon, tapping the base of Axii’s left wing with the heel of his boot.

“Oh, excuse me!” Axii quickly spread out his wing, making it into a feathery ramp the bard could use to slide down onto the ground. And Varil did.

The cool water of the small stream splashed as Varil set his boots down into the shallows, having to be careful not to slip on the wet rocks as he got off the bigger creature’s back. The human bard stretched his arms above his head and yawned.

“Now… after such an exhausting flight, would the great dragon possibly fancy taking a small nap with me by the riverbed?” Varil grinned, already scouting the fringes of the creek for a good resting place for him and his sizable friend.

“...Whyever not…”

“Excellent! I reckon… There would be a good spot for a gentleman and his feral friend to rest!” Varil rejoiced, after a moment of hesitation pointing at a large patch of grass by the riverbed not too far from him and Axii.

“Lead the way.”

Axii lazily stomped his way forwards in the stream, easily being able to keep up with his companion who was leaping forwards in the knee-highwater like a young forest doe, Varil not letting the gently purling valley stream slow down his movements in the slightest.

“Wouldn’t it be much nicer to live in a valley like this instead of that lake of yours? I’m sure there’s a cave around here somewhere that you can fit in. Oh, and speaking of which do you think you could take me to your den sometime? I’d love to see what kind of hole you usually spend your days in.” Varil spoke as he tread the bottom of the gentle stream.

The white dragon ignored the bard’s question with a soft chuckle.

Varil nimbly jumped up from the water, which now only barely reached up to his ankles, climbing onto the grassy shore of the shallow valley beck, that had been eroded away by the flowing current. Axii was right behind the bard, carefully stepping over his human acquaintance, gently bumping his scaly chest against the back of Varil’s head, nearly toppling the surprised troubadour over. The sea of tall grass and beautiful flowers stretched out around them all the way to the northern wall of the vast canyon, calmly waving in the breeze directly behind the sizable patch of shorter grass by the riverbed.

“Not a bad place for a nap…” Axii grumbled on top of Varil, slowly walking his way forwards, again affectionately bumping the bard with the side of his tail as he passed him.

A small, lewd grin was quickly spread onto Varil’s face as he got to enjoy the glorious back-view of the white dragon’s rump as the reptilian beast walked to the far edge of the clearing he made look modest with his size. The bard wasn’t able to ignore the pleasantly bouncing dragon testes either. “It’s the perfect place…”

Axii quickly settled down on his side on the cool grass of the peaceful valley, casting a curious and slightly playful gaze at the bard who was still staring at the dragon from a distance. He tapped the ground with his thick, feather-decorated tail and snorted through his scaly nostrils, nodding for Varil to come over. The bard obliged.

Walking with long, confident steps, Varil walked his way next to the house-sized reptile and sat down on the grass by Axii’s lower belly, leaning himself against the feral dragon only a few feet away from the imposing sheath and majestic nuts of the feathered dragon. Varil knew it was a bold move, especially after what had transpired by the lake, but he was more than willing to provoke the beast a little bit at this point. He could immediately sense Axii getting somewhat uncomfortable and the scaly creature nervously shuffled his hind legs about although he didn’t verbally protest the bard’s presence by his male goods.

Aware of his effect on the winged reptile, Varil took a quick glance at the top part of Axii’s body, to his surprise finding the dragon looking at him. Varil smiled and witnessed a hint of blush dancing about on the flustered feral’s face. The two locked eyes and Axii almost immediately blocked the bard’s view of his muzzle by using his wing, placing it protectively above the cheeky human like a protective mother hen.

“...Shade…” Varil heard a quiet rumble from behind the feathered wing.

“Why, thank you sir dragon!” The easygoing balladeer replied, already enjoying the pleasantly cool temperature beneath the bigger creature’s wing. He then yawned and stretched both his arms and legs, leaning against the soft scales of Axii’s belly with even more of his weight. For a while, there was nothing to be heard except the wind rustling in the grass around them and the quiet purling of the stream.

“...Do dragons ever sing?”

“...Yes. Most species of dragon are capable of producing that kind of sound.” Axii held a long pause and his scaly chest rose and fell with a deep breath. “Though the only time, you’d hear a dragon sing is either for their mate or them attempting to woo another dragon into being one.”

“You think you could sing to me then?”

“...Shut up and take your nap, bard.”

But it wasn’t that easy for Varil to fall asleep. Almost half an hour passed and the bard was wide awake. Axii was already in a deep slumber or at least tiptoeing on the edge of it, showing all the telltale signs of a sleeping dragon. Small twitches of his wings, minute, random movements of his legs and tail. It reminded Varil of a sleeping dog.

Varil’s peace of mind was greatly disturbed by the presence of Axii’s balls and the cavernous scaly sheath which contained the thing the bard had witnessed earlier. It was the first time that he had been close to the dragon’s genitals like this and he couldn’t help but stare at the round shape of the magnificent testes and the smooth, scaly surface they possessed. They were like two huge boulders of marble. Varil had always wanted to get a closer look at them, and with Axii holding his wing down as he was now the bard could look at them all he wanted.

“I wonder how much essence they must contain after all this time.” The bard thought, trying in his head to figure out how many buckets one would need to fill the volume of the fat reptilian male orbs.

The more he stared at the boulder-like balls of the feral male, the more pressure he began feeling by the groin of his trousers. Simply observing Axii’s hefty nuts from up close was enough for Varil to get aroused.

“Oh no! How lewd of me…” Varil thought whilst carefully rubbing the inflating bulge on the front of his leather pants, a small shiver of carnal satisfaction tickling the back of his head. He sighed as the growing lust began to take a grip of his senses, making the sight of the huge containers for liquid dragon eggs all the more appealing to his eyes. “I wonder what it would feel like to touch them…”

The concupiscent bard wasn’t able to contain himself any longer. With a careful glance towards his scaly partner’s upper half, he deftly unbuckled his belt with as little noise as he could manage, soon whipping out his second most trusted tool; his cock. And it wasn’t his second most trusted tool for no reason, standing fully erect at nearly a foot in length while possessing the proportionate girth for such an endowment. As much as he liked to brag, he usually refrained from showing off his manhood, although he was decently proud of it. It had won him many bets at bars and had even garnered some compliments from a few beastmen, who were generally better equipped than humans.

His hot breaths growing more and more erratic, Varil wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the hot shaft of his cock and began to stroke, his stimulus-seeking eyes still locked to the gargantuan genitals of the white, feathered dragon. His body responded to the stimulation instantly, and the pleasure slowly began to build up within the bard’s lower half, each careful stroke of his cock elevating the sensation one careful nudge at a time.

Damn you, you sexy dragon… To think I would use the view of a beast’s body to quench my desires…

Varil closed his eyes and began fantasizing about feeling up Axii’s balls, groping them with his palms, resting his head on top of them, and thrusting his member against their smooth surface. He sighed and began breathing faster. He didn’t constrict his imagination only to playing with the huge reptile’s huge testes but also fantasized about the peculiarly colored dragon tailhole he had caught a glimpse of, how it would feel to the touch, what kind of sounds would Axii make if he touched him there, teased him there and perhaps even...

The bard’s own imagination was making him squirm, the oscillating pleasure shooting through his body fiercely as he continued to pleasure himself under the unwitting dragon’s wing whilst envisioning himself having sex with the scaled beast, just like the blonde knight in his song. The mental image of himself passionately mounting the large feral and the imagined reaction from the dishonest dragon to such an act pushed Varil closer and closer to his edge, the desire to ejaculate already swirling within his shaft, waiting for that last bit of stimulation to eventually burst out.

In search of that final injection of stimulus, Varil carefully opened his eyes to get one last look at Axii’s malehood, subsequently getting frozen to the spot from what he saw.

The previously unoccupied and cavernous sheath now had at least two feet of dragon cock extruding out of it, the pale-blue glans lined with nasty-looking barbs, the shaft emerging from the depths of the scaly creature’s groin thicker than both of Varil’s thighs combined, multiple feets’ worth of desirously pulsing veins coursing across its taut surface. The reptilian fucker was still growing and was getting dangerously close to poking at the human minstrel who sat in its path as it sought to acquire its full, breeding-ready length. Varil had seen many different members of different beastmen and animals in his lifetime but Axii’s member was by far the biggest, most impressive male organ he had, or would ever see. Just the sheer awe it was able to elicit in him with its intimidating size and shape was devastating.

Nearly forgetting his surroundings while staring at the hefty dragoncock, Varil eventually flinched as a familiar chill shook his young male frame. He swiftly turned his head to his right, nearly bumping noses with the great white dragon, who had silently snaked his head under the shade of his wing. Varil froze and stared deep into Axii’s big and calm purple eyes, that at the moment reflected an emotion the bard was usually unable to find in their velvety hue. That emotion and the primal implications of it sent another chill to roam around Varil’s body.

Axii carefully leaned his great white muzzle downwards, now gazing at the relatively impressive tower of human lust standing on Varil’s crotch. Varil could feel the entire torso of the house-sized feral twitch as the pale blue reptilian member throbbed enthusiastically as it extruded a few more inches out of its cave.

Both of them said nothing. Varil could only hear his own heartbeat. His eyes were torn between looking at the colossal dragon phallus, the great pair of lizard testes, or the face of the creature who owned both of those things. For the first time in a good while, the bard was genuinely confused and couldn’t come up with a clever line to alleviate the situation. But he didn’t need to.

Without saying a word, Axii carefully cracked open his intimidating dragon’s maw, his long, also pale blue, tongue slithering out and gingerly wrapping around the base of Varil’s shaft.

“Ah~!” Varil gasped as the sensation of wetness and warmth enveloped the lower half of his manhood, the small gust of air Axii blew from his big nostrils tickling the shaft around his tip. “What are you-”

Varil’s words were cut off when Axii began to move his tongue, carefully sliding it along the length of the bard’s shaft, the surprisingly smooth draconic taster eagerly wrestling around the girth of the young human’s member. Varil instinctively placed his hands onto Axii’s snout, panting heavily as his cock already twitched near an orgasm just from a few seconds of being sensually licked by his lizard companion. The sensation of it far exceeded anything Varil had ever experienced before with his lower half.

“This has to be a dream…” Varil muttered inside his head, feeling the hot, wet mass of dragon muscle coil and undulate around his cock. “I fell asleep and my imagination got the better of me…”

His mind thrust in the throes of carnal bliss, Varil cast a desperate look into Axii’s half-closed eyes, receiving no reciprocation from the reptile, who was completely engulfed in licking the spasming human member at his disposal. Varil’s cock already felt like it was about to burst, but the young human held back to the best of his ability, not wanting this transcendental sensation to cease. Everything around his cock was alive, hot, and extremely wet. It distantly reminded him of the time he’d seduced a serpent beastman to give him a blowjob, only this time the reptilian tongue was almost twenty times the size and so was the pleasure.

Varil gasped as he eventually succumbed to the sensation he never even knew existed, multiple pounds of agile dragon tongue writhing all over his manhood to bring him to a climax like never before. He dramatically leaned himself against the big feral’s scaly muzzle and hugged it as he began expelling ejaculate from his tip, the entire foot of his pride as a man pulsing in the gentle caress of Axii’s taster, the dragon continuing to milk his smaller partner during the entire duration of the explosive orgasm.

The grass next to Varil’s feet was now decorated in the glistening, white layer of the young human’s salacious substance, his balls already aching from how fiercely they had had to expel their precious, potent cargo. But the small aching was nothing compared to the sublime feeling of satisfaction that was currently thrashing about in the bard’s body.

After Varil was done cumming from the superb tongue play of the feathered feral, Axii carefully unfurled his tongue from around his companion’s member, teasingly licking off the few remaining drops from Varil’s tip, evoking a satisfactory shudder in the spent bard. The strange pair of friends, now more than friends, stared at each other silently as the heat of the moment gradually died down.

The air was a bit awkward under the dragon’s wing for a while. Varil was happy and knew Axii was too, but usually so equipped with words, the human composer once again found himself at a loss on how to properly express his feelings.

Alas, it was the dragon who spoke out first.

“I hope that you’re aware that I can smell this thing from a hundred feet away right?” He chuckled lightly, nudging at the still-erect bard dick with his nose. “Us dragons have excellent noses you know…”

The lighthearted mixture of an insult and a brag instantly alleviated Varil’s worries and he pushed himself off Axii’s face whilst smirking.

“...How about your mouths… Are they any good?”

Axii elevated his eyebrows in surprise as Varil tauntingly grabbed his cock and gently swayed it about as an indication of being down for some more fun.

“Hmmm~ Why don’t you find out…” Axii growled playfully, opening up his jaws to show off the pale blue insides of his maw as well as the terrifying rows of sharp teeth decorating it.

Feeling increasingly excited, Varil jumped up from the ground and positioned himself before Axii’s reptilian muzzle, readily rubbing his erection against the familiar sensation of the big beast’s tongue. “I’m all yours!”

Axii’s eyes flashed with something wild and the feral reptile delicately closed his jaws, sealing his scaly lips around Varil’s venerable footlong before starting to move his horned head to and from the bard’s crotch. Varil shuddered as the smooth mass of the dragon’s lips massaged the sides of his shaft, Axii appearing to have a profound understanding of how to perform a blowjob on a human with how expertly he used his lips and tongue in unison to bring the smaller creature the maximum amount of pleasure. The size difference being what it was between the two, Axii didn’t have too much to work with when it came to moving his head, but he still handled himself expertly around Varil’s erect pole of desire, passionately kissing the human’s groin, compensating for the lack of movement with his agile tongue.

Varil hastily removed his shirt and kicked the sweltering leather trousers off his legs as Axii continued to blow him with the passion and intensity of a horny animal, the proud dragon already using his long taster to lick Varil’s balls while he undulated his lips on the bard’s length, caressing the underbelly of the human babymaker with his tongue in the process. The sensation of it was breathtaking. No part of Varil’s genitals was left unstimulated by the great dragon and his capable mouth.

Axii separated his lips with a loud smack and for a moment only used his tongue to massage Varil’s pleasure baton, simultaneously bathing both of the bard’s thigh’s with the plentiful dragon saliva he was producing in heaps thanks to his animalistic desires. Varil moaned while Axii smiled with his eyes.

“This is how it was in the song, was it not?” Axii muttered, closing his jaws once more and sucking on the hard human fuckrod for a minute or so. “I may not be quite as lewd as that dragon… But I can guarantee I can pleasure a human just as well…” He continued, giving Varil’s cock another bath with his tongue before going back to playing with it using his lips.

“You’re plenty lewd for me… I can see why that knight was attracted to that dragon of his…” Varil moaned and gently scratched the top of Axii’s muzzle while the dragon diligently moved his head by the bard’s waist.

Glancing to his right, Varil was now able to witness the full length of Axii’s malehood, the pale blue pole of draconic breeding excellence extending over six feet from the white sheath of the male reptile, being longer and thicker than the human’s entire body. The veiny dragon shaft was decorated by a hefty medial ring and a scary row of fleshy nubs running on the underside of it, the entire display of the magnificent fucktool crowned splendidly by a huge, fat knot squeezed just outside of the scaly cavern the phallic beast usually resided in. Axii was a big male dragon, in more ways than one.

“Someone’s excited!” Varil chuckled, reaching out his right hand to touch the vast glans on the pointy tip of the massive dragon dick, Axii’s scaly mass twitching palpably as he touched the hot, rock-hard surface of the feral breeder.

Varil didn’t know if it was embarrassment, excitement, or annoyance that drove Axii to do what he did next.

The big dragon suddenly opened his maw wider and stuck out his tongue to reach all the way around and under the human balladeer’s groin, deftly pulling the surprised young man in between his lips, the reptile’s warm muzzle now enveloping Varil’s entire lower half. His heart skipped a beat from the shock of it, as for a moment he thought that Axii was trying to go and swallow him whole. But the feathered dragon promptly stopped once he’d gotten the part he wanted inside his mouth and now began using his tongue to pleasure his human mate, the movements of his warm, moist taster even more enthusiastic than before. It was clear that the beast was feeling playful.

After the initial shock of almost being eaten, Varil eventually relaxed and began to enjoy the strange, size-difference blowjob he was subjected to, now sitting between the white dragon’s lips with his legs hanging out from the sides of Axii’s mouth, all the while the feral dragon licked his cock with hot passion. It was oddly exhilarating. To have a beast so big and intimidating treat oneself so delicately and with such care, even when being driven by its carnal desires. And with time, Varil grew to enjoy the feeling of it more and more.

“I never thought I’d get devoured by a dragon quite like this…” Varil chuckled as the narrow tip of Axii’s tongue teased the uncut cockhead of the panting bard’s endowment, meticulously bathing his entire groin with dragon saliva.

“I take it you must be quite hungry then…” He shivered, a familiar throbbing sensation warming up his loins from the inside. “I’ll make sure to serve you with the finest milk a gentleman can offer!”

Answering to the bard’s mockery, the movements of the slippery dragon tongue grew even more fervent, bringing unparalleled pleasure to the cocky bard who twitched in the dragon’s jaws, gradually approaching the limit of his lust. It felt as if the hot dragon tongue was all around Varil, licking his shaft, glans, balls, thighs, everything while it tussled about by the great reptile’s smooth lips. It was the most superb blowjob he had ever been subjected to, his mithril-hard erection on the edge of another eruptive ejaculation as his cum was almost literally being sucked out of his crotch by the ravenous reptile.

Axii eventually closed his eyes and turned his muzzle slightly upward, coiling the very tip of his tongue around the throbbing troubadour tumescence, rapidly jerking his salivating taste-muscle up and down whilst a gentle coo rumbled up from the depths of his throat, causing his entire muzzle to vibrate gently. The dragon's long ears fluttered about excitedly as Axii was obviously very eager to taste more of the human male nectar he had gotten an appetizer of earlier. And he was for sure going to get it.

Varil groaned and helplessly clawed at the sleek white scales of his feral partner’s muzzle as the absolute tidal wave of bliss ran through his body. For a brief second, he could only feel his own heartbeat and the warm, moist embrace he was locked in. The heated massage of the dragon tongue enticed his male instincts to start pumping out cum, and Varil’s body gave in without a split second of hesitation. His lower half sealed between the soft lips of his dragon lover, Varil began shooting hefty ropes of his male-essence inside the reptile predator’s mouth, thoroughly covering Axii’s large tongue in his gunk while the feathered beast gladly tasted every single drop of it.

The large, pastel-blue feathers of Axii’s crown stood up along with his ears, and the feral male released something resembling a purr from his throat. It was a soft, yet oddly aggressive sound: a profound vocalization of pure reproductive desire. Being able to hear, nay feel it reverberating all around him, made the hair on the back of Varil’s neck stand up in both fear and excitement.

A big fat glob of pre leaked down from the tip of Axii’s draconic breeding baton.

The fiery passion of the strange interspecies blowjob eventually subdued to the point where both Varil and Axii were able to think somewhat rationally again, the bigger feral carefully setting his mate back onto the grass and releasing his jaws from around the panting bard.

Both of them suddenly got the instinctive urge to sniff the air around them, the raunchy smell of it making each of the two wrinkle their noses slightly. Varil was however quickly distracted as the swollen and throbbing dragon cock caught his attention now that he wasn’t being bathed with feral saliva.

“Looks like someone is a bit pent up…” He whistled, boldly stepping closer to the phallic organ bigger than what he himself was and setting his palms onto its hot, veiny surface. Axii voiced a desperate growl from his snout almost immediately.

“Are all dragons this big?” Varil asked, feeling the shape, firmness, and weight of the gargantuan fuck-organ with his palms, marveling at the size of the canine-like knot by the base of Axii’s huge breeder.

Axii hissed and flapped his wings as the bard callously ran his hands across the vast surface of the pale-blue feral cock. “I-It d-depends… On the speciessss…” He panted, clearly not knowing how he should lay down as his intimate area was being touched so thoroughly. “I’d say I… I must be from the slightly bigger end for us east-Kandrill dragons.”

“So you’re the same as me, huh?” Varil chuckled and tweaked a few of the spines dotting the draconic member’s underside with his fingers, much to the big dragon’s pleasure. “Look at you all hard and leaking… The great dragon of the lake wouldn’t want to do something more with a human like me, would he?”

Varil could see from Axii’s face that the dragon remembered the lyrics of the song from the lake. How it described how the red dragon came like a spring flood when he was mounted by his rider. Axii lowered his ears and blushed.

“...This is something you absolutely cannot write a ballad about…” He grumbled and raised his wing, allowing Varil to get out of the way as he got his scaly body up from the grass.

“You have my word as a bard and as a gentleman!”

Varil could feel his male desires flaring up again as he got a good look at Axii’s scaly rump as the dragon carefully turned around, eventually facing the opposite way from his human partner. He felt a strange sting of pleasure by the base of his shaft as the big feral bashfully raised his tail and curled it up over his back, exposing his beautifully round behind and heavy, chock-full testes to the bard standing behind him. There was something so beautifully slutty about it all, especially how longingly Axii gazed at Varil from over his left shoulder, the scales of his face painted pink by blush.

The peculiarly colored tailhole of the feral reptile winked at Varil from its hiding spot between the two mounds of rump-cushioning feral fat, signaling that it was ready to get mated with. And Varil wanted nothing more than to give it what it desired.

“So… How do you want to do this?” The dark-haired human asked, nodding to the fact that the great reptilian sphincter was currently higher than he could reach on his tiptoes given the great difference in size between the two parties. “Do I climb up or…?”

Axii didn’t verbally reply to Varil’s question and just silently allowed his sturdy hind legs to slide apart, performing a near immaculate split over the grassy patch with his lower half. The way he slipped down onto the ground left the fat pair of feral balls into the space between his shiny thighs, making the view of the dragon’s great rump all the more arousing and destructive. Varil’s jaw nearly dropped as he witnessed the astounding feat of flexibility from a creature he generally had thought of as extremely stiff. He was at a loss of words. Again.

Having brought his ass down onto a more fuckable level with his smaller partner, Axii proudly gazed back at Varil and chuckled at the stunned expression the human wore on his face.

“Oh, you didn’t think I could manage something like this? Why don’t you come closer and find out how flexible us dragons really are…” He whistled in an exaggeratedly flirtatious tone, gently wiggling his scaly hips back towards Varil.

“...I can’t wait!” Varil grinned and almost dashed behind the mountainous dragon cheeks.

Varil was excited beyond reason as he finally got to put his hands on the gorgeous gonads of the feathered lake dragon. He had been wanting to touch them so bad. The smooth sack of scales containing the things that made the reptile a male was extremely pleasant to the touch with how soft and malleable it was. And so, the horny human bard rubbed and groped the taut testicles of his feral lover with boundless greed, eagerly feeling how the pair of magnificent male spheres pulsed in reaction to his touch.

"T-this is so lewd…" Axii whimpered.

"I took you for quite the lewd dragon…"

“I-I never… How so…?”

“You’re always flashing me these huge balls of yours… Did you mean for me not to get excited looking at them all the time?”

“I certainly did not-... Try flashing you my malehood… You have just been looking at me with lewd eyes every time you visited…” A gentle coo broke Axii’s sentence.

“Perhaps…” Varil replied. “Humans do get the strangest of urges to fuck anything remotely fuckable…”

Axii gasped and his big tailhole winked hungrily only a few feet from Varil’s face, appearing all the more desperate to get some filling. But Varil was simply having too much fun playing with the feathered dragon’s massive testes he couldn’t concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing.

“P-Please be a bit more gentle with my…”

“Are you kidding? I could break a sword on these puppies… So big and heavy… To think they have decades' worth of nasty dragon jizz inside them…”

“N-nasty?”

“Sorry, I was just kidding…” Varil chuckled. “Anyhow… Why don’t I get to work so we can get that stuff out of there?”

Axii’s entire body twitched and Varil could easily imagine the dragon’s blushing face in his head.

Carefully making his way around the heavy reptilian cumchurns, the lusty young man walked his way deeper in between the great dragon’s plump thighs, his gaze locked onto the colorful entrance to the horned beast’s tailhole, positioned about at the height of Varil’s shoulders. Nibmly tossing his other leg over the dragon’s scrotum, Varil now stood less than three feet away from the place Axii wanted him in, the bard almost being able to feel the heat coming off from the alluring male cave in front of him.

Getting the sudden urge to tease the big feral, Varil placed his palms on each of the male dragon’s hefty cheeks and started pushing the great scaly mass around with his hands, subjecting the dragon derriere to the same treatment he had given Axii’s nuts the minute earlier. “Such a sinful ass you have… If I had known it was this big and soft I would have tried to court you earlier…”

Axii twitched.

“A real fat and breedable ass for the slut dragon of the lake…” Varil shut down the incoming retort from Axii by enthusiastically smacking the dragon’s left cheek, eating the sight of the thick dragon glute wobbling about with his eyes. “I bet a dragon like you seduces innocent bards all the time… You don’t need anything more than to wiggle this big, scaly arse in their face and they’d be more than willing to mount you however you like, wherever you like.”

Axii growled with audible annoyance.

“I bet you’d be really popular as a feral strumpet down in the capital. Pleasing multiple males-”

Axii loudly snapped his jaws, indicating that Varil was to cease, which the bard did.

“I’m not that kind of dragon! I wouldn’t do this with just anyone!” The insulted feral snapped, not realizing the gravity of what he had said until a few seconds after.

“Oh, so I am special?” Varil grinned while Axii hissed with embarrassment. “That makes me very happy…”

Acting on another lewd impulse of his, Varil suddenly leaned his head in between Axii’s glorious rumpmounds and wholeheartedly licked the blue outer rim of the great reptilian sphincter. The mass of Axii’s lower half jumped as Varil’s tongue touched him below his tail.

“W-wait! D-don’t! MMhhhhhhhh~” Varil could hear Axii muffling his own moans by clenching his muzzle shut with his foreclaws, all of the big dragon writhing about restlessly as the bard leaned in for another lick, this time going even deeper.

The feathered feral clutching his snout moaned out from between his teeth, curling the scaly toes of his hind claws and heatedly flapping his big wings as Varil tasted the male dragon’s most sensitive spot. Axii’s tailhole was warm, almost hot, as one would expect from an orifice leading to the insides of a dragon. The huge tailhole quivered and winked as Varil thoroughly licked all of it, sliding his small human tongue across every single scale that wasn’t white surrounding the round entrance to the lake dragon’s den. Licking it was surprisingly refreshing. The succulent sphincter was perfectly clean and didn’t have a particular taste to it, and despite its inherent warmth it somehow had a strange cooling effect on Varil’s tongue. It was as pure as the lake its owner dwelled in.

Taking one last, long lick across the entire vertical diameter of the great dragon rectal ring, Varil finally withdrew his mouth and snickered: “There! Now you’re all clean!”

“I…. I clean myself every day just so you know!” Axii growled as he finally let go of his maw, now panting like a female mutt in heat on the grass.

“Really now? I would love to watch you bathe sometime… Perhaps I could even join you?”

Axii didn’t reply but the bard could see his great white tail wagging ever so slightly.

“...But since you’re all clean then… I guess it’s about time I dirty you up a bit…”

The feathered beast whimpered submissively as the bard hoisted himself up using the scaly feral’s balls as a pedestal, deftly climbing up in between the voluminous dragon cheeks. Instinctive or not, Axii minutely leaned forwards and stretched himself out even longer on the grass, angling his buttocks in such a way that Varil would be able to thrust into him more comfortably.

Varil balanced himself between the decently firm mass of dragon rear fat to the best of his ability, aiming his raging erection towards the blue and lilac dragon tailhole that seemed all the more desperate to get something, anything inside it as it recognized that it was being mounted. The voracious contractions of the saliva-slathered sphincter only increased Varil’s arousal and he prepared to penetrate the feral beast, carefully sliding his cock towards its steaming hot destination.

A loud, desirous roar swept across the valley when Varil slipped his length into the quivering embrace of Axii’s tailhole. It was a mating call.

Varil could immediately hear the fat dragon testes rumbling behind his back as the big dragon came just from him inserting it. The blue beast phallus hugging the grass beneath Axii’s belly began violently blasting out ejaculate, the thick and frothy feral goo escaping from the scaly squeeze from wherever it could, exploding out from under the noble creature’s frame in one great fan of dragon ejaculate. Axii groaned and whimpered, desperately humping his knotted member against the ground whilst weakly flapping his wings, ejaculating his large dragon heart out from getting mounted. And the feathered feral came a lot. More than enough to fill a dozen large feeding troughs.

It took nearly a minute for the dragon of the lake to calm down, an embarrassed growl escaping his throat as he came out from his brief moment of acting like an animal. The grass by Axii’s sides, chest, and neck was almost entirely covered in a heavy coat of dragon cum, some of the sticky white stuff having jet nearly twenty feet away from the creature itself. That’s how powerful of an orgasm the dragon had had.

“I’m very flattered!” Varil snickered from behind the profusely panting beast, feeling a mighty surge of confidence from having made his partner cum with so little effort.

“S-shut up! It’s been nearly seventy years since I last…” Axii promptly shut his mouth and another growl of embarrassment seeped out from between his teeth

“Really? Then I must be extra tender with you mustn’t I?”

Axii promptly voiced a very un-dragonlike yip as Varil began moving in his crease.

The hot walls of the dragon tailhole squirmed around Varil as he carefully retracted his length from the supple squeeze of Axii’s rectal ring, the entire mass of the dragon’s lower half shivering around him as he moved. Axii muffled another yip as Varil slammed his hips against the soft scales of the hefty dragon rump, himself groaning as his cock got subjected to the astonishingly tight squeeze of the feral scalie’s hole. Varil repeated the motion, this time getting forcefully sucked back in as the strong muscles lining the hungry dragon hole suddenly began tugging at his cock, reluctant to let go of the tasty human dick they were being served.

“What a naughty hole you have…” Varil muttered to himself and began steadily pounding his hips against Axii’s ass, all the while the dragon himself growled and purred with pleasure, finally getting himself mated.

The jovial sounds of human hips rebounding off dragon scales started echoing about the bed of the small, glimmering valleystream as Varil really began giving his four-legged lover the business. It was a bit awkward trying to fuck a creature who was over ten times bigger, but Varil did his best with what he was given and Axii didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, the dragon seemed to be absolutely loving it. The subtle twitches of his wings and body and the small squeals of perverse joy gave out the proud dragon’s feelings about mating for the first time in almost a century, be it that he was on the receiving end of said mating.

Even after humping the scaly beast for a good minute or so Varil still couldn’t completely fathom the ins and outs of a dragon’s tailhole, Axii’s vast tail tunnel zealously contracting around his erect human cock, with each thrust squeezing down on a different part of the footlong troubadour dong as if trying to seek out the best method to milk it for what the dragon desired. It completely amazed Varil how tight the insides of his house-sized lover could feel even though he was so much smaller than him. It felt as if the cock-hungry feral sphincter was actively trying to adjust itself to suit its mate’s needs, providing just the proper amount of resistance to make the strange, size-and-species-mismatched mating as pleasurable as possible. And that seemed to go both ways.

“Haah~ Haah~ D-don’t stop!” Axii groaned as he had to lower his horned head down onto the ground as it was too hard for the noble beast to keep the tension in his neck when he was feeling this much pleasure. “W-why does it… Does it feel this good?”

Varil had as little idea about that as the big reptile, but it didn’t stop him from pounding the feathered dragon’s ass for all it was worth, the cavernous colon of the feathery lake-dweller increasing its resistance the harder Varil jabbed his throbbing loverod inside it.

And Axii’s tailhole wasn’t just tight, it was also hot. The inside body temperature of a dragon was almost double that of a human’s and made the white dragon into a real toasty fuck for Varil, the extreme heat of the reptilian ass-interior caressing the long human member as it got punched into the supple fleshfolds of the enormous tailhole repeatedly. It felt incredibly good.

“Haa~ H-harder! B-breed me harder!” Axii defeatedly begged his human partner, restlessly grinding his scaly loins against the ground in an act of self-satisfaction, shamelessly rubbing his draconic erection against the blades of grass already sticky with his last load. How could Varil not oblige to such an earnest request?

The ecstatic cries and lustful growls of the large feral echoed far and wide in the vast valley as Varil put even more effort into moving his hips, breeding the surprisingly submissive male dragon with all his arousal and energy. Digging his intimidating foreclaws into the ground, Axii began pushing himself back against every single one of the young human’s thrusts, his tailhole going absolutely wild around Varil’s length, the intelligent feral once again showing the bard flashes of his more animalistic side, truly mating like a greedy beast only out to satisfy its own urges.

It was just as scary as it was exhilarating. This was what it was like to have sex with a dragon.

The more intense style of mating hadn’t lasted for more than a minute or two, when the pleasure overflowed on the feral reptile’s side, Axii once again relieving himself in explosive fashion in between the ground and his own body. Even by the dragon’s rump, Varil could feel the near seven feet long dragon cock pulsing beneath the beast, the fat orbs full of feral jizz contracting towards Axii’s crotch right behind the bard. And this time Axii roared, and he roared loud, his eruptive vocalization of satisfaction accompanied by the wet sounds of his cum splattering about on the grassy clearing. The white dragon came like a mating-starved breeding bull, only on a much grander scale.

But it wasn’t enough. A threatening snarl creeped out from Axii’s throat before he was even done with his second round of ejaculation. The feathered dragon spread out his wings and made it known he wasn’t done mating just yet.

Varil gasped and had to tense up all the muscles in and around his loins to avoid a forced ejaculation by his scaly partner, Axii suddenly flexing his rump in a way that completely sealed his tailhole around the bard’s throbbing dragon poker. He fought the overwhelming urge to cum whilst listening to the menacing growl echoing about the grassy plain.

“Pathetic humannn~! Mate me harder!” Rumbled out from Axii’s mouth, his voice totally changed from what it usually sounded like. “Mate me!!!”

The loud roar made even the easygoing Varil flinch as this was clearly the beast-Axii talking and not the intelligent reptile he usually conversed with. With the sudden rush of adrenaline increasing his dragon-pleasing capacity, Varil somehow resumed his pounding of the feral reptile’s rump, this time having to be careful not to cum with each singular jab as Axii was really out to milk him this time.

A mating dragon was a different beast indeed, Axii participating in his own mounting with his entire body: clawing, growling, writhing, hissing, even flapping his wings as he tried rocking back to counter Varil’s breakneck thrusts. The entire dragon was alive and it wanted to be bred. Bred more than anything. Even his personality started to reflect the beast within, the white reptile soon roaring: “Fuck me! Breed me! Give me every last drop of your essence! And don’t keep me waiting for too long!” Upright demanding to have the human’s cum inside his big hot tailhole.

If he hadn’t been close to his limit before, now Varil certainly was, receiving the passionate but rough tail from his long-time dragon friend, who had abruptly revealed himself as an insatiable powerbottom once he’d gotten his buttons pressed enough times. Not that the bard disliked this new side of the feathered reptile, and he in fact found the heated counter-mounting attempts and all the coarse vulgarities Axii was spouting to be quite arousing. There was inherent beauty in such an elegant beast as a dragon being true to its primal desires and nothing turned Varil on more than the overwhelming lust he felt from Axii.

“What arrrrre you waiting forrrr~! Come onnnn~! Defile my tailhole with your seed!” Axii snarled, his great tongue soon flopping out of his mouth as the animalistic desire began taking over his mind completely.

Varil was unable to hold back any longer. Violently smashing his loins against the scaly crevice between the plump dragon cheeks the bard released a profound groan as his fiercely throbbing shaft reacted to the hot rectal walls constantly licking its surface. Much like with his partner a few minutes earlier, Varil’s balls contracted up towards his body and began pumping globs of dragon-fucking induced cum up into his melting cock from where it exploded inside the submissive reptile.

“Ahh~! Yesssssssssssss~! Fill me up with your eggssss!” Axii roared, digging nasty grooves into the dirt with his foreclaws, squirming with bliss as his beast-self finally got what it was after, leading to a third orgasm from the lusty dragon.

Varil continued to hug Axii’s glutes, expelling ejaculate into the ecstatic, whimpering beast’s lava-hot funtunnel while the big reptile did the same, each of the two relishing the intimate and physical closeness they shared as their mutual orgasm rippled through both their bodies in spine-shivering surges. Both the bard and the beast came like there was no tomorrow, each receiving satisfaction beyond their wildest dreams from the salacious act of interspecies breeding. Axii even released one last howling cry to lament the intimate expression of love and lust the dragon and the human now shared.

Varil felt dizzy and weak once he eventually stopped cumming inside Axii’s rump, the passionate and greedy way the dragon had used to drain his balls leaving the bard completely spent. This was the most he had ever cum with any of his partners, and this was his third climax with the dragon. Who knew having sex with a beast could feel so heavenly. Well, of course, it wasn’t just any beast he was thinking about.

Axii too eventually came down from his hormone-high, realizing what he had said and done during it and promptly burying his head in the shelter of his wings, blushing up to his horns, hidden from his partner’s view. His dignity had definitely taken a blow, seeing as how he usually acted, regarding himself as someone above a mindless animal.

A mellow gust of wind blew across the valley as both males allowed their heartbeat to settle in a silence only broken by the rustling of grass around them.

Carefully sliding down from underneath the flustered dragon’s tail, Varil accidentally lost his balance due to his legs still being relatively weak from the powerful orgasm he had experienced, and the naked bard fell backward, landing on his back on top of the soft scales of Axii’s large scrotum. Feeling surprisingly comfortable resting on the gargantuan gonads, Varil abruptly decided to just lay there for a while, at least until he got a reaction from his reptile companion.

And it worked, as after a while he could hear Axii’s voice, his regular one. “...Are you going to move?”

“Nah… I’d rather just stay here.” Varil chuckled in response, gently scratching the scales of his bulbous seat. “...And you’re not a lewd dragon, huh?”

There was that embarrassed growl again.

“It’s alright, I’ll love you either way…”

There was a moment of silence between the bard and the dragon after that, Varil peacefully resting on top of his scaly lover’s humongous testicles while the feral made no active effort to get the human to get off his precious male bits. The afternoon sun pleasantly warmed up the two odd companions resting by the small valley riverbed.

An eerily beautiful sound broke the silence before long, all of the hairs on Varil’s body standing up in reaction to the exotic melody. It was surprisingly high-pitched while at the same time containing some velvety deeper notes, harmonized in a way even the experienced bard had never heard before. It was like the cheerful whistle of an Arrandar bluebird mixed in with the deep purring of a Kirandian tiger. It was the singing of a dragon.

Varil stared at the sky as he listened to the sonorous words from a language completely unknown to him, Axii continuing his singing for about a minute before eventually closing his jaws and resting his head back against the bed of grass.

A small fit of laughter shook the white dragon’s body soon after.

“What is it?” Varil asked, resting on the barrel-sized nuts of his scaly partner.

“It’s just that I never imagined I would get swooned by a human of all creatures…”

“Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh with a dragon either when I came over to visit you.”

Both the man and the dragon chuckled a little bit.

“...Your cum stinks!”

“Well, what did you expect? That dragon seed is completely odorless and pure? Besides I’ve held that in for over half a century. I’d be more worried if it didn't stink.”

“Then could we at least go wash up and find another spot to rest? I’m starting to get dizzy!”

“That’s an excellent idea, little one.”

“Little one? Anyway, in that case, could you fly us more upstream? This stirp of the valley will be reeking of dragon cum for the rest of the day and I’d prefer to avoid spending the afternoon smelling your secretions.”

“Whatever you wish…”