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When out and stalking in the wilderness, one could never be too careful. A myriad of beasts and different predators were lurking, hiding behind every overgrowth, looking down upon their prey from every treetop, and plotting their every move as the slinked around in the bushes.

Of course, not everything in the wilderness would want to eat you, and there were quite a few beasts out and about that knew they wouldn't be able to take down whatever wandered into their domain.

In the case of some creatures in the wild, it wasn't about eating...it was about establishing territory, and those who knew anything about dragons knew that they were fiercely territorial beasts, ones that would typically fight to the death for their land and their horde, unless the right offer could be made to them.

"You sure do have a way with your paws, Flamedramon..."

Sex, it seemed, was one of the less dangerous forms of bribery that one could offer to a draconic creature.

Maz wasn't the type of dragon to be taken so easily, but he also wasn't so timid that he would ignore someone that met properly with his sexual appetite. He wasn't that hard to persuade, and as ferocious of a predator as Flamedramon was, it didn't take much urging from him to have Maz laying flat on his back, with his entire body spread before him to enjoy.

"You seem to think me inexperienced," Flamedramon replied, as he stood between the widely spread legs of the dragon. "I'd be more than happy to prove you wrong, in that regard."

Flamedramon was a dominant creature by nature, and it was satisfying for him to see how easily Maz folded to his urging. He wasn't in the mood for any kind of a struggle that evening; he was just looking to enjoy the company of someone that he shared a sensual chemistry with, and this opportunity was simply too good to pass up.

"You've yet to show me any real skills," Maz pointed out, while shooting a coy grin at Flamedramon, who raised a brow at the teasing approach. "I'm curious just what you think you can do for a dragon like myself."

"I can put you in your place," Flamedramon offered, "And make you like it. You should be cautious just how cheeky you get with me, Maz..."

Happy to share the experience, but having little patience for the kind of silly games that often came before, Flamedramon gave Maz little opportunity to reply. "And just what's wrong with that?" he asked quickly, though his words were followed by a sharp, deep gasp as Flamedramon brought his gauntlets forth, pulled them from his paws, and set them aside, so that he could brush the smooth, delicate scales of his palm along the base of Maz's sheath.

"Nothing, if you really don't mind being my plaything for the next few hours," Flamedramon explained. Without the dangerous guise of the red and yellow armor upon them, the digimon exhibited a surprisingly dexterous and gentle touch, able to fondle the sensitive flesh of Maz's sheath with a touch that was even lighter than the brush of a feather. It was just faintly more than a tickle, but one that was more pleasure in his manhood than it was butterflies in his tummy. "Just say that you are, Maz, and I'll take very good care of you..."

"L-like I can resist such an offer?" Maz asked rhetorically, stumbling over a tiny gasp in his words. Even before Maz replied, Flamedramon was still brushing his open palm further down along the thin, gray scales that extended through the sheath, trying to give the dragon a little more motivation to reply in the affirmative. "You've just got me c-curious, now..."

Flamedramon let a grin spread across his muzzle, allowing his fangs to shimmer delicately in the light of the moon, passing overhead. "I'm afraid I can't just tell you what I'm gonna do to you," he suggested, "But I'd be more than happy to show you..."

The digimon rested his paws upon Maz's knees and began to climb over his body. He crawled up the underbelly of the eager dragon and settled just short of his torso, so that he could drag his pawtips over the muzzle of the beast, all while keeping their eyes completely locked. "You're quite a lovely little creature, Maz. It's all too fortunate that I happened upon you this evening..."

"No need to flatter me," Maz replied with a grin. He couldn't help thinking that Flamedramon was buttering him up, and in truth, he was loving every minute of it, as the digimon leaned over just a little bit and nibbled at the scales upon his neck. Tilting his head back a little bit and letting out a growl of delight, Maz couldn't keep from curling his legs around the back of Flamedramon's own thighs, keeping him in place for the moment so that he could properly enjoy the closeness of a mate, and the delightful little nips that ran down from the curve of his neck to the lift of his collarbone against his flesh.

The growls were of pure pleasure, but they warned other beasts to keep their distance as draconic cocks began to emerge from their homes. Looking down past the creature that was so affectionately tending to him, Maz was shameless about sneaking a peak at the bright, impressive length of pink that began to emerge from the genital slit between Flamedramon's thighs. It stood so proud and stark against the white of his underbelly, and the cyan of his scales that it only looked that much tastier, and Maz hoped that he might have a chance to find out if it lived up to that, before the evening was through.

There was no stopping his own flesh from popping out of the sheath, as the twin cocks came dangerously close to brushing each other, and Flamedramon looked back between his own legs with a grin, knowing that he could make that moment happen whenever he wanted. "It isn't flattery, Maz...I'm just an honest guy...and honestly, I can't wait to pound your tight little ass and bury a couple hatch-lings inside of you..."

Naturally, Flamedramon knew that he couldn't actually impregnate Maz, but he was happy to operate in the illusion as he reached between their entwined legs, grabbed their shafts and pinned them together in one of his paws. Maz winced his eyes shut and let out a low, rumbling growl of delight as he felt the skillful paws of the digimon stroking back and forth at their members, milking out tiny streams of precum that began to mingle between the thick, pulsing shafts.

It was downright heavenly, and Maz, despite letting Flamedramon take the lead, couldn't keep from showing just how eager he was to take things a step further. He squirmed against the tight, and yet, delicate grip that Flamedramon held upon their rigid flesh, beginning to hump back against the feeling of the digimon's cock against his own, and hoping that Flamedramon would get the message that he was ready for whatever the creature could throw at him.

Being on top wasn't a rare thing for Flamedramon, and it left him with the crux of a decision that he always hated to face: should he leave Maz hanging and waiting, building up as much sexual tension as possible...or should he simply push the dragon's legs back toward his torso, pin him down, and rut him for everything that he was worth?

Even the seconds that ticked by as the digimon weighed his options felt like hours to Maz, who was already trembling with delight. He could feel the thin streams of precum drizzling down over his sheath and slowly trickling their way down to his heavy, weighted sack, sending the faintest, and yet, most pleasant of tickles through his body. Every moment of further anticipation was driving him up the proverbial wall, and finally, he began to wrap his calves around Flamedramon's lower back, unashamed about giving him a final push toward penetration.

Flamedramon snickered with delight as he felt that desperate tug against the base of his spine, just above the birth of his tail. "So eager you just couldn't wait any longer?" he teased Maz, before releasing their connected cocks. The flesh stayed stuck together for just a moment longer, thanks to the milk of precum that had spilled between them, but slowly, as the strands separated, so did the flesh, and Flamedramon eagerly looked over his prey for the evening with a surprise in the back of his mind, one that he would save for just the right moment.

Right then, there were much more pressing matters at hand, and Flamedramon finally broke his indecisive nature with ferocity. His paws gripped tight around Maz's thighs and pushed them back before the dragon could lock him in. Maz folded like a lawn chair, his legs easily pushing back into his body as Flamedramon leaned right over his form and guided the very tip of his member to tease and brush gently over Maz's tailhole, without so much as a touch to guide it. The first few delicate strokes were delightful, and yet, were merely an extended form of torture as Flamedramon watched Maz twisting his face up with a mixture of ecstasy at the subtle touch, and frustration at wanting more.

"P-please..." Maz groaned, as he winced his eyes shut in anticipation of that blessed moment. "Just f-fucking stick it in!"

"You're in no position to beg," Flamedramon reminded Maz, as he kept a tight grip on the legs of the dragon. The way his body was folded back, Maz was completely pinned, and certainly, Flamedramon could as he pleased with his target...

...Lucky for Maz, they shared a wavelength right then, and in Flamedramon, a desire to penetrate beat out a desire to tease.

"Fuck! F-fuck yes... deeper!" Maz cried out as he felt the narrow, draconic tip of Flamedramon's cock finally piercing into his anus. The tight pucker gave way to a surprisingly gentle push, but once inside, Flamedramon tensed his hips and drove his footpaws into the ground, sending the length of his manhood right in to follow and stuffing Maz full of the same. "Ooooh gods, Flamedramon! It's so good... it's such a perfect fit!"

Grinning from ear to ear and licking one of his own fangs, Flamedramon growled a low, throaty and affectionate growl and leaned his body further over Maz. He nuzzled his cheek into the wide, broad chest of the pinned dragon and began to gently pump his hips, pounding Maz with a surprisingly gentle gait, to start. Maz knew that Flamedramon was capable of more, but as amazing as it felt, he almost hoped the digimon wouldn't change his pace, so he could just drown in the pleasure of the easy, slow fuck.

"It's n-not the only thing...that fits p-perfectly," Flamedramon tried to speak, though his voice was cut with intermediate gasps as he adjusted to how amazingly tight Maz could be, and yet, the ease with which his manhood passed in and out of the dragon's delicious tailhole. "I can t-think of one other thing, my little dragon..."

Maz wasn't all that little, and certainly not compared to Flamedramon, but he still smiled a shy, inward smile at the title and flickered up an ear in curiosity. "Keeping secrets from me?" Maz managed to ask between deep, full breaths of bliss. "W-whatcha got for me, Flamedramon? Gonna f-fill my tight little tailhole with cum?"

"Naturally," Flamedramon replied rather quickly, though as he did, he actually pulled back and away from Maz just slightly. Longer, deeper pushes came to immediately follow, as Flamedramon pulled the whole of his cock free on each pass, only to slam the tip back inside and stretch Maz's inner muscles to breaking point. Maz threw his head back and cried out in elation, and it kept him from seeing Flamedramon reaching into one of his gauntlets.

Though he never saw it coming, Maz felt his cheeks burning with a shy, bashful warmth as he felt something crinkle just slightly as it was draped over his muzzle, and a familiar scent completely engulfed his nostrils.

"Flamedramon, h-how did you-

"Don't you worry about that," Flamedramon grunted, as beads of sweat began building on his forehead and dripping down the bridge of his muzzle. "Just breathe in, baby...and hold on tight."

The slow, drooling ooze of precum from Maz's cock turned suddenly into a bursting torrent of thick, white cum as his eyes flew open from just one inhale. It was an old tobacco pouch, maroon in color...and it was smashed across his muzzle, forcing him to breathe in the delightful remnants of burning, smoky scents. How Flamedramon knew his secret, he couldn't be sure, but it was all that it took to send the dragon right into his climax, one that sprayed out across his own underbelly and stained his scales...just in time for Flamedramon to erupt inside of his ass.

"Tobacco and cum...who knew?" Flamedramon asked, as the digimon nearly crushed Maz's thighs in his palms. He held the dragon still and pounded into him with the last few furious, domineering thrusts that he could manage, as his cock pulsed and then simply flooded inside of Maz, filling the inner muscles of the pinned dragon until more of the heated, sticky volume poured back out, spilling down over Maz's tail. The mess was spreading everywhere as Flamedramon slumped over and felt Maz spraying his own cum across the chest and tummy of the digimon, who took one quick playful lick at his own cheek when he felt the draconic mess stained across it.

Too shocked to properly vocalize his own orgasm, Maz was panting heavily as his head fell back, and he felt a sense of pure intoxication from the ether of the pouch. The item lasted only as long as Flamedramon would allow it, as the digimon was quick to pull it away, crumple it up and toss it aside once the act was finish, and the pair of exhausted creatures rested against each other in a mess of their own slick, tasty juices and slowly drying sweat.

"Fl-Flamedramon...how-

Flamedramon reached up and gently pressed a pawtip to Maz's lips, chuckling quietly as he rested upon the tummy of his satisfied prey. "Another time, Maz...another time. You didn't honestly think I'd let this be a one night stand, did you?"