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Story Description: It isn't easy being an outcast, and for Vrelgor, the teasing never ends. Not only he has to endure the maddening scent of a fertile female, but some are downright teasy. When a young dragoness comes up with a naughty plan, Vrelgor can't resist the urge to do what any male must: thrust, breed, and inseminate a potential partner.

** ***Dragon's Path 29: Trickery*****

The two dragons engaged in a short tail slapping fight, then settled onto the stone quite close to each other. Were they really friends? Or something more than that? The way they touched, talked, and licked each other certainly suggested as much. Vrelgor heart quickened as he gazed upon the female's form. She stood even taller than RuSturak, yet her body was slimmer, more agile. Her snowy horns curved gracefully towards the back of her serpentine neck. No spikes protected her onyx spine. Black scales covered her entire form, even her belly, where they acquired a dark ashen color. Vrelgor took a liking to her paws. The female had slim, able fingers equipped with sharp claws bearing the color of snow, just like her horns. He trailed his eyes towards her haunches, then along her tail as it curled around RuSturak. The tip resembled a spear's head, though it was rather blunt at the tip, improper for piercing anything aside from her concealed gender.

Oh, that savory smell that filled the tower came from that delightfully wet place. Vrelgor lingered upon the base of her tail. That was the hiding place of her gender. She wasn't at the peak of her fertility, yet the scent of a female stirred Vrelgor in ways he failed to anticipate when he flew inside this tower.

He settled himself on the ground. The stone was cold and uncomfortable at first. Vrelgor brought his wings closer to his body to warm himself up, but he soon found his blood heated up more than he wanted during that particular moment of the grooming. Watching the two dragons with their bodies pressed so close against each other after reminded him of his own mate...of the times where he was the one snuggling under a velvety wing. Oh, how he loved feeling his mate's tongue roll along his scales. How pleasant was his nuzzling snout...how moist his warm maw when he opened it for Vrelgor's needy cock.

Vrelgor scratched the stone with his claws just like he did back when RuSutrak gently grazed upon his neck, back inside their cave. That naughty male knew exactly where to insist in order to get what he wanted. RuSturak no longer sat with the female. In Vrelgor's mind, they were together in a clearing, with birds above them and grass under their feet. That RuSturak was equally loving, and definitely aroused. He started with gentle licks, sliding along the neck, then past a wing, his snout slowly pushing past Vrelgor's flank.

The blue dragon tensed with desire. His mate's moist tongue unfolded around the tip of his member, flesh rolling against flesh in the most enticing of ways. He might not have had a dragon's tongue lapping at his kneading slit right now, but the scents lingering upon the air were quite enough to stir the dragon's lust. With his cock pressed between two equally resilient surfaces, Vrelgor throbbed over and over again, getting harder, wetter, more sensitive. And when his cock bloomed to full mast, he shuddered, unleashing strings of heated precum upon the ground. The lubrication felt just like RuSturak's moist licks, and, fettered by the lust coursing through his body, Vrelgor rocked himself back and forth, exerting a most wicked kind of stimulation along his overly aroused cock. The stone was hard and dusty. His scales jagged uncomfortable at the tips. His member still hadn't fully recovered from the scrapes inflicted by the sand, but this intense combination heat and pleasure rubbed Vrelgor in all the right ways. RuSturak wasn't here to shelter his cock within his tight tail muscles. He wasn't milking the seed out of him with his strong, eager contractions. All Vrelgor had was himself, along with the unrelenting desire to spill his burden.

So he thrust, thrust, thrust, wetting the ground with his pre-seed, mashing his fully hardened cock between two hardened surfaces until the heat became an overpowering storm of debilitating pleasure. Vrelgor couldn't help himself this time. He was Too close. Too wet. Too hard and eager to empty himself of all the fire raging within his tightening slit.

His maw parted with a long, moaning growl that heralded the coming of his climax. Vrelgor thrust himself forth with all he had. Fresh seed filled his member, dribbling in form of drops at first, then squirting hard once the dragon's muscles pushed it out with all their might.

"Mroooaarrrr!" Vrelgor gave himself to the all-consuming pleasure of his delightful climax. His hindquarters thrust hard and fast, working his cock along the gooey mess that spat against his belly. The seed spurting from his tip was more than generous. It formed a blanket of delightful heat, a shelter that coated his cock like a male's suckling tongue.

Vrelgor pumped. Just thinking of RuSturak's moist maw sent him back to his very first climax, a moment of debilitating weakness and hard, bursting, never ending pleasure. Oh, how good it felt to liberate his burden, to fill an eager maw. Vrelgor pumped on, and on, and on, until a savage growl ripped him from his moment of intense delight. The fire dimmed. Vrelgor blinked in confusion. His unfocused instincts needed time to align, and when they did, he saw not RuSturak's caring maw, but the female's snarling teeth.

"What are you doing, hatchling?" the dragoness' lips trembled with growling irritation.

"I was...I...I wanted to..." Vrelgor gulped emptily, then bowed his head to acknowledge the female's superiority. "I don't know what came over me."

"You don't know, or you wish to flee from your own weaknesses?"

Vrelgor growled as the dragoness pushed him onto his side. His wing fled out of the way. His hind leg instinctively lifted to remove the threat of claws, thus exposing the entire length of his maleness to the female's disapproving gaze. It was utterly and thoroughly covered in seed, pearlescent driblets still trailing down his gooey scales. The female's nostrils flared. A single whiff of that pearlescent mess was enough to make her growl with righteous anger.

"Out," her tail slammed into the ground when Vrelgor failed to flinch. "Out. I want you out of my tower this instant."

"But...what have I done to deserve such wrath?"

The dragoness' throat seethed with annoyance. "You are weak. Unable to even subdue your basic urges. A dragon who cannot control himself is just another liability to my squad. You are not going to serve this tower or anyone as long as lust fetters your better judgment."

"I won't let that happen again. Please. I wish to help. That's...that's why I'm here."

The female only growled at that. She blinded him with a wing, then slammed his head against the ground with a tail swipe. Vrelgor growled, watching how the female's legs led her towards his only ally. From his position, RuSturak watched with calm eyes. Was there something he could say to change her mind?

"Take him back, RuSturak."

"I can't do that," the golden dragon said. "I told you. He came here out of his own free will. There is nothing for him back in the human lands."

"Then I'll give him over to the rogues. Beravar often tells me what a rare treat dragons are. They are going to put this whelp to purpose."

"Only if you keep upon that path," RuSturak looked into her eyes. "Please, Karuna. If not for him, do it for me."

A low growl left her throat. "He will die, RuSturak. And if fate is particularly cruel, he will drag some of my other drakes with him. I cannot bear the loss of another SkyTalon. Our numbers are fewer than they've ever been."

"Then see them reinforced," RuSturak insisted. "Vrelgor is an able fighter. He can stand his ground against most threats."

Karuna vocally disagreed with that statement. "All I see is a whelp who would probably breed his own mother at the first sign of heat. I don't know what you see in him, but he is not ready. My decision stands."

"A chance is all that I ask for," RuSturak said, and the female slowed down.

Her verdant eyes switched back to Vrelgor. "RuSturak is a wise dragon. I cannot presume to know more than he does, but I see what kind of dragon stands before me. Your blood will stain the sands. The same blood that will darken my claws should I choose to trust your abilities. Remain here. I shall make the arrangements for your departure, drake."

And with that, she flew off the ledge, leaving behind only a curtain of her scent.

"Don't let her words discourage you, young one. Although she may seem cruel, her intentions are just."

Vrelgor let himself fall on his back. He spread his legs, grabbing onto RuSturak' neck, nuzzling and licking him with equal affection.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I should've..."

"Restrained yourself?" RuSturak nuzzled towards his belly, where his flesh was tougher, wetter, weaker...

Vrelgor kicked at the dragon's encroaching snout. He couldn't be weak. Not right now. "Don't. Please...Please don't... I cannot spill my seed again."

"This lust weakens you. Let it loose, Vrelgor. It's the only way."

"No!" the smaller dragon rolled onto his side, covering his member under a wing. "I'm stronger than this. If I allow my instincts to best me at every turn, I will forever remain a hatchling, just like she said."

RuSturak pulled his snout back. "If that is your choice, I shall respect it. Raise now. Walking will ease your member back inside."

Vrelgor took a quick look at his soaked rod. The smells pleased his nostrils. His hard, glistening flesh pleaded to be licked even after he spent his seed. Gritting his jaws, he shifted onto his belly, cleaned himself as best as he could without savoring the sweet taste of his essence, then circled the tower several times until nothing pink remained out of his slit.

That's when the black female returned along with three other dragons. The smaller one was the female. She stood just a head taller than Vrelgor, while the males, two dark-scaled dragons that looked no different from the others, outmatched him in more ways than size. Dark spikes rose along their spines. Their tails were similarly equipped to inflict severe punctures upon their prey.

Not that Vrelgor had to concern himself with that. As he soon found out, his task involved something simpler than hunting. Together with his small group, Vrelgor flew towards the base of the tower, where each dragon chose from a small array of containers. The jars had different shapes and sizes. Vrelgor had no idea how to grab them, so he waited and watched his fellow dragons get harnessed and equipped with two, three, five, seven pots of hardened sand.

"How many?" one of the helping felines walked to Vrelgor.

"Ngrrr...seven," Vrelgor said. "I'll take seven."

The feline's trembling lips exposed his fangs. A short laughter came, followed by a rolling riptide of growls as all the nearby dragons turned their eyes upon Vrelgor.

"Seven, he says."

"I barely carried three on my first flight."

"Since when does bravery become one with mockery?" the female from Vrelgor' group of three flared her wings. "Let him earn the black in the ways he sees fit."

More growls followed after. None distracted Vrelgor from his purpose. He was going to prove himself to these dragons, one way or the other.

The last straps were tied. The jars carefully inspected. When the felines waved towards the sky, the dragons took wing, one after the other, forming a line that sailed along the warm winds of the desert. Vrelgor didn't have to endure the heat for long. The smells of vegetation tempted his nostrils long before his wings burned with fatigue. He landed last so he could watch how the other dragons filled these weird pots. They used their paws to grab onto the bigger ones, then went into the oasis. Easy enough compared to the other approach, which involved diving over the water just low enough to fill the pot. None of them had the patience to trickle-fill the containers strapped onto their back, and Vrelgor tried the same. It was just walking.

Walking through an increasingly thick quicksand. Vrelgor managed to keep his balance until the water reached half-way up his neck. Then, he took another step, only to find his purchase missing. He fell into the water head-first, the growls of his kin reverberating along with the shifting waves. Vrelgor kicked and flapped his wings. He rotated through the water's innards, grabbing onto everything he could. He managed to crawl out without drowning -as embarrassing as that would have been for a fully matured dragon- but the set of four pots strapped onto his back were reduced to a pile of shards.

"Let's...let's fly back. I'm not going in there. I can't."

One of the dragons growled with amusement. "Water. The most threatening enemy that ever is."

"You drink what you gather, blue-scales," another said. "No pots, no water. Simple."

"I drank enough," Vrelgor hissed. "I have three. Three are enough."

None of the dragons argued with him because none cared. They swooped down like birds of prey to grab their pots between their legs, then flew back into the skies, leaving Vrelgor alone to struggle with his burden. The other dragons had no problems snatching their pots. Vrelgor needed fifteen attempts to get it right, and even so he struggled to hold onto the precious cargo on the way back. The pots had a will of their own, wriggling and making their way out of his claws. The one he held with his hind legs cracked from the might exerted upon its surface. In his panic, Vrelgor dropped the one from his maw. He only had one left, cradled against his chest like a precious egg. Though he tried to keep it still, each beat of his wings stirred the contents nestled inside. By the time he landed, Vrelgor had a single empty jar to bring back.

He couldn't do that. Not like this. Vrelgor turned back towards the oasis, failed, tried, and failed again, until the stumbling and improper grabbing technique broke every last one of his jars. The three dragons were there to witness his shame. Why wouldn't they just leave?"

"You tried," the female approached. "Let my brothers fulfill your task. Holding water is deceptively harder than it seems."

Did she really mean that? Vrelgor almost felt lost in a dream. The female's warm snout pressed against his neck...her two males entered the water to do what Vrelgor couldn't..."

"What...what about...?" Vrelgor curled his neck towards the broken pots strapped on his harness.

"It happens," the female grabbed onto the leather straps, cutting them off one at a time. "Sand wyverns attacked us. You remained behind to fight them off."

"But that's not the truth," Vrelgor said, only to have the female's lick push the words back inside the depths of his maw.

"It is the truth we need. Many of us are siblings. We need dragons from beyond the sands to reinforce our ranks. Their claws will protect us, their wings will warm us...and their seed will pour deep within our bellies to bolster our numbers even further..."

Tingles rushed under Vrelgor's scales. It was enticing to have this female rub against him. From the moment her snout met his scales, he knew he had no chance to resist her advances. It always ended like this, with his heart thumping inside his chest and the crave to mate overpowering his rational mind. Vrelgor averted his gaze. He was afraid of that outcome. Afraid to give himself to his lust again.

The female nuzzled the underside of his jaw, releasing a soft trill. Vrelgor, as expected, remained frozen in place, though the shivers creeping under his scales told the female more about him than any combination of words. She enjoyed having their sides pressed against each other, her dark colored scales rubbing along his own, the suave caress of her tongue along his cheek and down his neck warming his instincts more than anything in the world.

"I...please...I-"

"You what, my dearest?" the female said between the tantalizing caresses of her tongue. Although Vrelgor didn't reciprocate her affection, feeling the rough texture of his scales grind against her tongue was enough to work her up. Vrelgor had a distinct scent to him, earthy, with a musky tang. Breathing it in heated up the female's vent. Tasting it made her moisten, her vent clenching, muscles shifting to release a trickle of sharp, female fragrance that Vrelgor's flared nostrils sucked in with reckless abandon.

"I'm...thinking we should leave," Vrelgor said, letting out a thin growl of uncertainty, shifting his hindquarters left and right, trying to find a comfortable position to accommodate his growing erection.

He trailed off as the female bumped her snout against his. She rubbed her neck against his, crooning her pent-up desire.

"We'll fly back together, but you will feel much lighter in the air after spending that great load of yours inside me."

The female slipped her paws under him, pulling his tail with her own to distract him, then shoving him on his side. That put an end to Vrelgor's nonsensical string of growls, leaving him wide-eyed, his jaws gaped, his body stunned and vulnerable.

The grey female slithered on top of him, pushing him further into the sand. Vrelgor splayed his wings to the sides to keep them safe from the harm of her claws, but other than that, he did virtually nothing to stop her, other than seize her shoulders with his forepaws.

With his body pinned under her, the female slammed the base of her tail against his. She kept him from squirming, her haunches slipping between his, her chest pressed against his. It felt...surreal. Good.

Arousing. Vrelgor never had a female on top of him. Not so close, with her head looming inches above his.

And this one wanted him badly. For the final touch, the female lowered her hindquarters on top of his underbelly region. She poked around for a bit, and after a bit of probing she found it. Vrelgor growled, she hissed, and their genders met with a soft kiss, her wet entrance easily swallowing the wet lump of meat that made up Vrelgor's growing cock.

"Grarrr!"

"Rrrraaarrr!"

They both stared at each other for a moment, breathless. Vrelgor had no idea what to do, what to say, how to react. It felt unbearably good to sink into warm, needy flesh. So filling to be taken by a female, even if everything happened against his will. The female's eyes glistened with desire. She probably expected Vrelgor to fight back, to argue, to wrestle her into submission and dismount her like any other male. Instead, weak whimpers fled past his lips as he swelled within her soaked sanctuary, his hips bucking in an attempt to secure his malehood inside her.

"This...this is too....mrarrrrrrrrrrr!" Vrelgor trembled with utter delight.

"Wet? Tight?" the female warbled, placing an affectionate lick between Vrelgor's flared nostrils. "I always wanted to mate a dragon from beyond the sands, and looks like you're enjoying yourself too much for your own good. The only males who grow to full mast in a couple of heartbeats are the ones who are desperate to mate, but never admit it. They are shy. Too filled with seed to even speak."

To emphasize her point, she thrust her hips against him, slamming slit against slit. In that swift motion, Vrelgor found himself all the way inside her, loosening a sharp hiss as her muscles contracted around the entirety of his swollen, pent-up cock.

"I'll...grarrr...Too...too warm. I'll...I can't...eggs! My eggs. I can't-"

"Let me worry about that," the female growled into his ear, flicking her tongue against his snout, rocking her hips gently to spread her wetness along his cock. Each movement, no matter how subtle, sent fiery snakes through her shuddering insides. Vrelgor's ridged cock speared through her layers of flesh, stretching her, pushing its way through her tight cunt, the ridges lining the bottom of his member dragging along her silken insides. Finally, his kneading slit applied blissful pressure to her entrance, parting her vent wider. The female's breath caught when he hilted himself fully inside her, his girth daunting and euphoric at the same time.

"No, no," Vrelgor cried out, clawing at her shoulders, kicking his hind paws, thrashing on the ground. "I can't...shouldn't release inside you. We're...we're not mates. This isn't right. Isn't...grarrrr!"

The female wrapped her jaws around his neck, fangs biting into his sensitive scales until Vrelgor roared his defeat.

"That shouldn't concern you, my dearest. Pour yourself in me. Fill my belly with everything you have."

To help a little with that, the female coiled her tail around one of his haunches, dragging it to the far side in a show of dominance. Her hind paws clawed at the sand for purchase as she began to pump in and out of him, starting at a slow, practiced rhythm, enjoying the soft squelches of his hardened flesh plowing through her soaked wet insides.

Though he was all growls and squirming a moment ago, Vrelgor's grip over her shoulders faltered. The toes of his hind paws clenched hard, his snout scrunching from the deep pleasure slithering through his throbbing member.

The female growled her delight. She could probably tell it from the way his cock lurched inside her how close the male was, spewing thin jets of precum that rushed through her passage. Her muscles began to mold around Vrelgor's shaft, her repeated strokes against his member loosening her enough for that rod of flesh to slide in and out of her effortlessly. The female pulled up to the base of his tip, never letting go of him, before shoving her hips forward, her spine tightening, her head arching upwards as her vent began to throb, heralding her own impending climax.

"Graarrr. Seed. Give me... your seed!" She snarled straight in his face, pulling her lips up to reveal rows of glistening fangs as she began to pound him relentlessly, as fast as her quivering haunches allowed.

Stars threatened to cloud Vrelgor' vision. By the flame's consuming heat, it felt so filling to be wanted by a female. To be squeezed in her embrace. To have his seed desired by a vent that literally squelched with passion. Vrelgor didn't remember the last time he came inside something so wet. He teetered on the edge of his climax, weak, overpowered by the intense feelings coursing through his body. He tried to take his mind somewhere--anywhere-- to keep the pressure building within his cock and keep himself from bursting, but he was far too weak, and the female's embrace much too snug and wet to resist it.

Rather than sit on his back like a weakling, Vrelgor wrapped his forepaws around the female, holding her in a tight, feral embrace, nuzzling and licking at her neck with short, desperate strokes, his wings fluttering from the effort to last a second longer. She was his own now. His mate.

And just like a proper mate, the female offered him no respite. She rammed into him, long and hard, until his member swelled to refuse with fertile seed, making it nigh impossible for him to keep delaying the inevitable.

Vrelgor squeezed his eyes, pushed as deep as he could, trembled as warm, potent seed filled his bloating cock.

Then, just as he was about to pump his great load inside his mate, the unexpected happened. His claws raked along scales. The intense heat exerted upon his cock retreated like the waves of the sea. With a surprisingly fast leap, the female jumped off him, unsheathing his cock completely, leaving his bloating organ bare and unwanted.

Vrelgor wanted to roar with rage. Instead, his features contorted with unwanted bliss, and the seed -that potent, life giving seed he held inside for so long- burst towards the sky in a sharp arc that impregnated only the hard scales of his belly. Vrelgor writhed, and growled, and clawed at bare air as he struggled to contain his seed. Spurt after spurt he spat, a loss that made him feel angry and betrayed. This was no pleasure, but deep, raking torture, and Vrelgor was forced to trudge through his unwanted orgasm until his belly scales dripped with the promise of what should have been a proper mating.

"Mraaawwrrr! Raaaaarrrrrr!" He roared out as loud as he could while the three dragons bundled together, licking each other, nuzzling and growling and looking at Vrelgor with gleaming eyes and parted maws. Amused, were they? Pleased by this betrayal?

For one moment, Vrelgor wanted to rake the scales off their bodies. But he was no killer of kin.

Instead, he dropped his head back in the sand. "Why...?" he moaned weakly. "Why have you tempted me to spill? You accomplished nothing. Nothing but earn my ire."

"I just wanted to see how the dragons beyond the sands breed these days, and I'm sorely disappointed. There is no strength in you. No wits. I feel almost ashamed to even pretend I wanted your seed. No female should be filled by your thick, useless sludge."

"Ngrrrr..." Vrelgor hissed with spite as he picked himself up. "I was still inside you. Your flesh wanted me more than you wish to admit."

"Only for a while," the female said. "I'd rather have a real dragon inside me. You are but a whelp, too clumsy to even fly properly."

The two males growled in approval. They both wandered towards the female's tail, lapping her slit clean. Vrelgor felt enticed by the lewd sight, then he looked upon the lines of pearlescent seed he unleashed, a sight that made him hard and bitter.

He shuffled onto his fours. Apparently, the female was still not done.

"Clean your scales, outsider. If there's anything our matriarch hates more than incompetence, it is seed spilled without purpose. Or you can fly back and lose your wings. It's all the same to me."

Anger never justified anything of worth. Vrelgor cleaned himself as thoroughly as he could. He might not have created life, but by consuming his essence, he at least did something useful with his spilled seed.

Karuna wasn't pleased when he returned with nothing but words. It took all that RuSturak had to obtain another chance. Vrelgor flew with the same dragons for half a day, towards the fetid swamps where a disgusting race of worms made their home. These tunneling monsters regenerated quicker than they could be killed, so the dragons raked away bits of their succulent flesh while Vrelgor watched from afar like the coward he was. The betrayal made him truly and utterly weak. He didn't want to die. Dying meant wasting the only chance he got at reuniting with his mate.

So he flew back, still bitter, still defeated. He was going to fly away soon. Only one question remained. Was he going to flee alongside RuSturak, or alone?

** ***End of chapter 29*****

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