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Guardian's Secret

Cyril thought to himself how strange it was that, as an ice dragon, he would adopt a flame dragon as his son. Having lost his own son many, many years ago, it came as a bit of a world turner to be looking over another. Granted, the young fire drake was already old enough to find his own ways, but Cyril wasn't going to go against it. The ice drake sighed as his piercing blue eyes gazed at his own reflection, seeing his worn out features. From his jutting horns that were slightly crooked from their straight path to the frills and spikes to his own crest. Old age showed on him and it saddened him some. The purple plates on his chest was a nice contrast to his blue scaled hide, muscular as all dragons were. Black claws dug into the ground as his trident like tail spade was whipped by his tail, a sign of annoyance.

It wouldn't do to think of the past as he was, after all, Flame had been living with him for the past few years now. The fire dragon's scales had darkened over time, turning into a deep crimson color, his plates a luminous yellow. His horns were less jagged than Cyril's own, the crest covering the younger drake was similar to the young Spyro's, much like a mane. The rounded muzzle, in some aspects almost beak like, was offset by the young dragon's piercing golden orange eyes, seeming to glow no matter where or when. And as the younger dragon approached the ice drake, Cyril noticed the arrow tip of the dragon's spade as it swung about.

"You wished to see me Cyril?"

The ice drake fidgeted a bit. How had it come to this? Even though he was quite an old dragon and a guardian, Cyril was nervous about talking to Flame about this. His mind wandered for a moment to how he came to be in this situation. It was a week or so before the present and Cyril was stuck in a small meeting with council members of various species. As a guardian, he was meant to be present and keep peace between all the factions that lived in Warsong and the temple. They had adjourned early though, as the arguments got too heated and became nothing more than pointless attempts to slander. The ice drake sighed out as he shook his head. Clearly, everyone believed what they thought was best for rebuilding a city wasn't what everyone else wanted to start with first.

The trudge back to his section of the temple was long and Cyril was all too happy to sit alone in the room. However, as he entreated the living area, the blue drake's head cocked as he heard strange noises. It sounded like...muffled moans, Cyril thought to himself as he softly padded closer to the clammer. As he got farther back, a lump grew in his throat. It was coming from Flame's room! Ducking under the covering to the fire dragon's room, Cyril was about to speak when his jaw dropped low and his eyes widened.

The red drake's upper back was on the ground, wing spread wide and the lower half was move against the wall but leaning forward over the young dragon. Front paws somewhat held Flame's lower half forward, hind legs kicking now and then. Tail flicked to and fro from where it rested draped over the dragon's head and neck. The moans came from the red dragon's throat and chest, muffled by the spear of meat banging into the fire drake's throat. Indeed, Cyril had stumbled upon Flame slurping up and down his own dragon hood meat. It was at that moment that the fire dragon tensed up, squeezing supple rump cheeks as Flame let out moans and started to gulp. The ice drake connected the dots and realized the younger dragon had just orgasmed in his own muzzle. For the first time in a long time, Cyril felt a stirring between his own hind legs as he let out slip a name.

"Flame..."

The fire dragon's eyes snapped open from their closed state, glowing eyes gazing at the blue dragon. It showed a mixture of surprise, fear and lust. It took all of Cyril's willpower to look away, but not before he had seen Flame drawing off his dick and saw it looked pretty thick compared to usual dragons his age. The ice dragon heard as the red drake turned about, his own cheeks aflame and strangely his loins as well. Cyril convinced himself it was just the fact he himself hadn't had fun in a long while and the musk permeating the air.

"C-Cyril."

The blue drake gazed back over at Flame. He was at least laying to cover his arousal, likely blushing as much, if not more, than Cyril was. It was hard to tell with the red coloration though. Cyril laid down himself, lightly dragging his claws along the stone floor.

"I...apologize for interrupting."

The young dragon shook his head. "N-no, I shouldn't have been doing...that, here."

"And why ever not? It is your room."

Flame sighed. "Still, it would have been better had I not been so careless. Thought you would be gone for...longer."

Cyril let out a chuckle. "Flame, Flame, Flame, you do know that when I was a lad your age, I did things like that too."

The young dragon looked up to the older. Cyril was grinning softly. "I admit, I had not thought of you doing things like this yet, but you are quite pass the age when you would have started. There is nothing wrong from getting pleasure sexually."

The fire dragon grinned shyly. "T-thanks for understanding Cyril."

The blue drake just nodded, his eyes lightly roaming over the sleek form of the red dragon. Shaking his head lightly and sighing, he stood. "Just try not to be too loud next time, yea?"

The red drake smirked a bit. "No promises."

Cyril just shook his head as he headed out to his room, to enjoy what little time he had to himself, and Flame, before the meeting took place again. As he was about to leave the room though, the red dragon called out meekly.

"Cyril? Is it wrong to like males in that way?"

It gave the older drake pause at the question. Sighing, he looked over his shoulder and responded. "To some, yes. To others, and me, no."

Flame looked relieved a bit, grinning. "Thanks."

And with that, Cyril left the room, face and groin burning.

Later that day, after the meeting had some progress and not so many raised voices, a weary ice dragon practically stumbled towards his room. Oh, how he wanted to bang his head into a wall from the dumbness some had shown. Too stubborn for their own good. Passing under the cover to his own door into his colder room, Cyril groaned and stretched himself. Sighing, the blue drake pondered just sleeping when the image from earlier that day of Flame self sucking popped into his head. Shaking his head, Cyril was about to dismiss it when he realized his groin burned. Gazing between his legs to his hindquarters, the elder dragon saw his cock tip had pressed through the genital slit in his scales.

The ice drake went over to a chest, lifting it open and digging through it. Finding a cloth covered object near the bottom, Cyril lifted it out and uncovered it. It was a gem that he had taken and carefully sculpted to resemble a dick. A toy that he had created when he had been on his own, separate from his fellow guardians. A smile graced his muzzle as the blue dragon thought about how he and the others would fuck each other, mounting and being mounted. His dick twitching in memory and anticipation, an itch in his rump that few understood, Cyril couldn't wait any longer to begin his much needed stress relief.

Fitting together a rod that sunk into the underside of the base, Cyril curled his tail around the protruding stick before he easily laid down on his side, wings behind him and raising his hind leg higher to have access to his shaft. Pressing the makeshift cock along his under tail, the tip finally connected with his ring before he shoved it in hard and fast. The ice dragon issued a grunt, a slight pain at the forceful entry the cause. He must be tighter than he thought. It had been a while, Cyril mused to himself, leaving the toy as it was for the moment balls deep so to speak. Bracing himself on one of his fore claws, his other stroked down his plated underside, a gentle rumbling coming from his chest before it ran over the erect, ridged length from tip to base. A gasp came from his blue bearded muzzle, nearly whining in need as he passed over the bulb at the end, remembering Flame's own draconic know having been inflated.

Cyril shook his head back and forth. Damn it, he shouldn't be thinking of the fire drake like that and by far not now. Growling to himself, the blue dragon's tail curled about the handle and pulled the toy back before shoving it in once more. A louder rumble came from his throat, fore claw running over his length once more on it's return trip. He started to repeat the process, in and out along with up and down, writhing a bit in his pleasure and arousal. His mind turned to memories and fantasy. First came Terrador for him, the alpha and all around buff dragon stud. The ice drake recalled the multiple times the green dragon had shoved him down and force his dick into either end of Cyril, though he also recalled the more tender moments when they were alone and Terrador wanted to feel the blue drake inside of his green rump.

Volteer sprung to mind when Cyril's erect cock started to leak his pre, which he used to stroke faster along his sensitive shaft. The electric guardian was a pain most of the time, even when they were fucking each other's brains out. The yellow drake's muzzle was always at work, either sucking and licking a dick shoved to his throat or his tongue continuously wagging about one thing or another when his ass was used. Thank the ancestors Volteer's ass was abnormally always tight, nearly virgin like, even after being fucked. Even thought the lightning guardian was more submissive, he did also like to get his dick wet and it was always a fun time regardless.

A knot began to form in the ice dragon's lower belly, his hint to pick up the pace and pressure as he got closer to his release. The blue drake's mind turned to Ignitus, so similar and yet, so different. The fire guardian and the ice guardian were more between Terrador's dominant nature and Volteer's submissive one. Cyril could remember nights of gentle humpings, romantic and lovely. Other nights, they bred like wild animals, biting and nipping and bruising force. They tried different things, getting between each other's hind quarters and sucking each other. Opposites attract, Cyril mused as his leg started to twitch.

Having moaned and rumbled throughout his playful session, the ice dragon was nearing his end. His mind filtered through his friends and fellow guardians, wishing to imagine one for his release. Much to his dismay, and admittedly desire, his thoughts turned to Flame. Cyril didn't know how long or how thick the young dragon was, he only saw the slight knot dragons got and that wasn't much to go on. Regardless, the ice guardian's mind brought it's own Flame to bare, the young dragon thrusting mercilessly against the older male's pleasure spot. Whimpering and writhing, Cyril's mind provided the intense ending he was so seeking with help from the fire dragon mounting him, voicing his lover's name. In his mind, the blue drake's adopted kid had just shoved into the hilt, ready to deliver a hot load into his awaiting rump and Cyril was ready to spray his cold seed when there was a gasp at the door. The guardian's eyes snapped open, but it was already too late, in realizing he had voiced Flame's name aloud and that he had already passed over the edge.

Cyril watched as the young dragon barely turned about before his jutting erection shot rope after rope of cool dragon seed onto the floor and some landing on his chest plates to slowly slide down to his side. His rump clamped down on the toy penetrating is rump, prolonging his orgasm as he let out a low groan of need and fulfillment. The young fire dragon had left the room by the time the blue drake was tapering off his flow of semen, embarrassment coloring his blue scales to purple. Pulling the used toy out, Cyril set it aside for cleaning before wiping himself down as good as he could. He was a bit weak in the joints, but the ice drake knew he had to talk to Flame.

The young dragon was laid out in the common room, his tail curled up beside his body, a habit of his that was more of thinking and nervousness than anything. Cyril sighed, wondering how to approach this before thinking direct was best. The guardian padded over, laying himself down on his belly as he waited for the other to speak first.

"I'm sorry Cyril."

The blue dragon wasn't surprised in the least. Nudging the younger drake's neck, he replied. "Nothing to be sorry for. Furthermore, fair is fair after all." A light chuckle on his part got a small grin from Flame. Good.

"I saw a lot more probably."

Cyril couldn't stop the flush coming to his cheeks but pressed on regardless. "Ah, never mind that. After all, not many find an older male like myself too attractive other than those near my age."

Flame's claws drug across the ground, flushed. "I think you are handsome." Another shy smile and the ice dragon knew he was on the right track. Lightly leaning over and nudging the red drake, Cyril continued his talk.

"Thank you Flame. Now let us put this behind us for the time being and enjoy the evening, shall we?"

"I would like that." Heaving himself up, Flame started out the door, with Cyril right behind him. The guardian's eyes roamed over the younger drake's haunches before flushing again and dipping his head. Very wrong to look there, but he had to admit, Flame was turning into a handsome dragon himself. Sighing softly, the ice drake followed to get his food.

"-kay?"

Cyril shook his head as he turned about from the mirror, looking at Flame.

"What?"

"You were spacing out there, are you okay?"

"Perfectly fine, just lost in memory."

The fire drake just gave him a queer look, indicating he didn't fully believe him. The blue dragon sighed softly as he looked at the young dragon. Truth be told, he was terrified of what the other's response would be. No telling without taking risks, right?

"Flame, we've known each other a while and you've grown to be family to me."

The red dragon nodded a bit. "I see you as family too."

Cyril shifted a bit as he turned his gaze to the ground, eyes taking in the younger dragon's claws. "Which is why I don't want to make this awkward."

"Awkward?"

"First though, if I may ask...have you mated with anyone yet?"

As the ice dragon looked up, he saw the fire drake's face was a bit flushed even through the red scales as he fidgeted. Shaking his head, Flame responded. "N-no, why?"

"Would you like me to teach you how?"

The blue drake saw as Flame absorbed the offer before his jaw dropped and his eyes widened in shock. Truth be told, Cyril was being incredibly selfish. Ever since that day he had walked in on the fire dragon sucking himself off, he had desired the younger one. It had haunted his dreams and his fantasies until he couldn't stand it. He had to make the offer if only to put his own mind at ease. Though he wasn't sure how Flame was taking it all.

"It is fine if you desire not to, it would be physical and likely make things a bit awkward anyways, but-"

"Yes."

Cyril did a double take a bit, having fully expected Flame to decline or be speechless. Instead, he saw determination in the youth's eyes that betrayed an edge of lust. The ice dragon's own muzzle split into a small grin as he nodded.

"Very well. Shall we proceed to my room?"

Flame nodded before the blue drake turned about, heading to his room. He could practically feel the fire dragon's eyes burning into his haunches and it caused a light shiver to run down his spine. By the ancestor's, they weren't even started and he was tingling all over! Just imagining what would come from being buried into was beyond what even Cyril knew. Passing the covering of the room, the ice drake turned to face Flame, who was fidgeting in nervous excitement it seemed.

"S-so, how a-are we going to do this?" the young dragon's voice cracked a bit when he asked.

Pondering, Cyril tilted his head before starting. "Perhaps the best way to start is to do some kissing. Come, tilt your head a bit and follow my lead."

Flame just nodded as he approached, tilting his head as the blue dragon presses his muzzle against the other's. Eyes lidding, Cyril parted his lips a bit as his tongue pushed out and opened the younger dragon's. This seemed to surprise the fire drake a bit but he adjusted as well as inexperienced as he was. The guardian's tongue started to explore a bit, running over teeth and gums as well as lightly wrestling the other's tongue. The young dragon tasted kind of sweet, his muzzle warm but the blue drake had other plans as he lightly guided the young dragon's tongue into his own muzzle. The appendage lightly dragged over his own razor incisors, cautious but probing. It was shocking how much wanting the inexperienced drake to learn turned the older dragon on.

As Cyril drew back, breathing harder, he saw the lidded eyes of the fire dragon as saliva stranded between their muzzles before snapping and falling where it may. A smirk crossed his muzzle as the ice drake turned about, before moving onto his side and flipping over. Wings spread and legs hanging in the air, his tail twitched at the end in anticipation. The blue drake knew he should be teaching a bit more, but by the earth mother, he needed more now! And he made sure to show it all, as his cock was already erect and out in the open, throbbing lightly as his rump was bare to show to the younger dragon. As he looked to the red drake, his eyes widened as his jaw parted in amazement.

Flame was hung! Not only did it have girth, it had length as well that would put any other male dragon his age to shame. The member was nearly as big as the guardian's own and from Cyril's memory, only two of his fellow guardians were bigger than him in length. Girth wise, only one. To say the fire dragon would please whoever became his mate was an understatement. Flame would make them writhe as he bruised their haunches with that thing! And the lad wasn't even fully grown!

Cyril was practically drooling at his point. His cock even throbbed painfully at the view as it spurted out precum onto his belly. It had been a while since someone had excited him so much. Regardless, he needed to help Flame with this first time. "Y-you remember seeing what I was d-doing with that thing the time you caught me?"

The young drake nodded and looked away a bit. "You had it in your tailhole."

The ice dragon grinned and nodded. "That is what you'll be doing tonight. Move forward and let your dick press into my hide. Adjust yourself until your tip presses against my ring."

The red drake nodded as he stepped forward, placing his footpads on either side of the guardian's body so Cyril's legs were outside the lock. The guardian tensed lightly as the fire dragon lightly glided his tip against his rump before shivering when the leaky tip ran over his hole. The blue dragon opened his muzzle to speak but let out a gasp instead when he felt the fire drake stab at his entrance and the tapered head popped in. Earth mother, Flame was thick! It didn't help that Cyril's toy wasn't as long or have the girth of the red drake and that it had been ages since he'd last had fun with another living creature. The blue drake rumbled deep in his chest as he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them to a shaking fire dragon.

"T-take it slow. It's t-tighter than a muzzle and likely more intense."

Flame nodded his head, taking a moment to be sure he would last before Cyril felt as more of the ridged dick slid into his tail end. It took some time for the younger dragon to nearly hilt inside the guardian, with said ice dragon hissing and groaning as he took nearly every inch of that youthful shaft. Already he was leaking like a faucet, his belly becoming slick with his pre as the blue drake felt hot pre coating his insides. Magical abilities tended to come into play even with mating and Flame's fire heritage definitely showed in the heat. Through his labored breathing, Cyril spoke out once again.

"S-start thrusting with your dick, take the strokes as hard, soft, fast or slow as you desire." The blue drake shivered lightly as he flushed. "I-I'll be able to handle it.

A simple nod before the younger dragon slowly pulled his dick back to the tip and pushed in just as slowly. A groan was snatched from the guardian's lips, one of pleasure and of torture. It was Flame's first and he knew that the young drake would want to make it last but Cyril was becoming needy of a good hard breeding. He'd have to have words with Terrador in a few days if the feeling persisted, until the fire dragon was ready to mate fiercely. At least Flame was lasting longer than others his age might, that was a plus to Cyril.

In and out, the ridges and pointed tip stabbed into the guardian's gut, as the blue dragon hissed and rumbled his content. At least it was scratching an itch the ice drake had needed scratched for a long time. Every few thrusts, the guardian would clamp down on the younger fire drake, trying to keep him in and making it harder to shove in. It was hard on the red dragon, who had lowered his head down as they both panted before Cyril tensed up at the unexpected lick to his dick. His eyes snapped open as he gasped and writhed, not use to this double pleasure.

Flame continued to thrust, going harder and using the last of his cock as the blue dragon felt the slight knot hitting his entrance. It would not be long before the younger drake blew, but the same could be said for the guardian. His whines and moans complimented the light grunts from the red drake, his own shaft about to burst from this need of his. Pre leaked heavily onto the pool already there and was leaking down the sides of his body as the knot in his gut grew. It was with a growl that the fire dragon performed one last lick to Cyril's length before his head tilted back and he groaned deeply. The young dragon shoved his slight knot into the abused guardian's hole and with the rod stiff as a board, the young dragon's virile essence flooded into the blue drake's ass. The slight sting of the knot and the warm seed after all the pleasure proved too much for the old drake, regardless if he wanted it to or not. With a quite submissive sounding whining moan, Cyril blew his own cold seed all over his chest and neck, some even hitting his chin as he clenched around the shaft in his ass. It was definitely a prolonged sense of bliss for him and likely for the red dragon too. It was sad that the fun had ended so soon to the ice dragon, but there were limits to both of them. Flame practically flopped down onto the guardian's stomach and dick, fully smothering himself in the chilly seed as Cyril heard and felt a rumble in the younger dragon's throat and chest.

The ice dragon had to admit, he hadn't ever thought he'd be teaching a virgin drake how to fuck but, by the earth mother, he was happier than ever right now. Sure, he'd need to talk to another for a harsh breeding, but that was future talk. He was just enjoying the moment before Flame spoke up.

"W-was it good?"

"You were great."

A slight flush appeared on the dragon's cheeks, something difficult to see unless extremely embarrassed. Cyril had to admit, he didn't think he'd see that.

"Do you think we could, uh, d-do this again?"

The blue dragon couldn't help the wide smile that grew over his muzzle. "Fuck yes! And perhaps even see if another guardian wants a round on that dick of yours."

The red drake just flushed even more as he cough lightly. "I, uh, d-don't think they wou-"

"Want to?" Cyril finished as Flame nodded. "Believe me Flame, we all love dick in our ass, to varying degrees." He gave a wink to the flustered fire dragon before shifting about, eliciting a small groan from the younger drake. "And don't worry, your own ass will be off limits until you find a mate to claim it. Unless you ask directly and are sure otherwise." A smirk graced Cyril's maw, as he saw the red dragon shift about himself.

"O-ok. I-I'll think on it."

"Good. Now, let's just enjoy this moment before we have to sneak out to clean up."

A good natured chuckle came from the guardian as a weaker one came from the tired young dragon. Cyril could tell this was only the beginning of a long, beautiful relationship of his adopted son fucking his ass full of cum.