Just a Little Lick(Illustrated story)
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Story Description: This is an YCH illustrated story collab I have done with my pal Secret Cave for two absolutely wonderful people who lend their characters for the most erotic, M/M/M story I have written up to date. I normally mention a story description here, but don't they say that a picture is worth a thousand words? I ain't gonna compete with that, nuh uh!
Fredrik belongs to: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/smaily666/
Kaspar and Illarion belong to: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/talarath/
Story is written by me, while the artwork is done by The_Secret_Cave
Just a Little Lick (Illustrated story collab done with http://www.furaffinity.net/user/thesecretcave/)
As soon as he stepped off the ship that brought them to their remote destination, Illarion breathed in the briny air, inhaling the scent of utter freedom deep within his breast.
"Smells good, doesn't it? Better than any luxury beach I know. Don't let yourself fooled by the reviews people leave on the internet. I've seen dragons bigger than him jizz, piss, even defecate into the water. You ain't careful, you end up with a turd in your mouth, huh? But not here. Never here. Unless he decides to score the hat trick, hehehe."
Just like Illarion, Kaspar paid no attention to their imbecile of a tour guide. He looked around, relishing the exotic setting, pawing at the sand to enjoy its comforting warmth on his pads.
"Guys, guys, what are you, some Buddhist monks communing with the natural forces of this place? This is Kurun, as in Kuourou'Unuru, synonym with Aztec ruins, smoldering volcanos and the Thoss Resort. Wouldn't you want to meet the indigenous jaguar population? My chiropractor is from here. She'll arrange you to completion, if you know what I mean."
Illarion sighed. "Do you ever shut up?" He had to keep his eyes closed, otherwise Fredrik's face would ruin his good disposition. How unfortunate, that the bird's unique colors hid such repulsive personality. Idiots like him always came wrapped in the prettiest of packages.
He must have been a hybrid or something, for he lacked the customary flight feathers on his arms. His bushy tail resembled no tail fan Illarion had ever seen, and his lime-tipped ears looked more like a gryphon's. A tuft of indigo fluff grew between his ears, as disheveled as his personality. Its color blended well with the lighter purple hues of his back and flanks that faded into a carnelian layer which, in turn, became a stark lime color along his belly, hands and feet.
"Hey, hey," Fredrik squeaked in alarm, sauntering closer to Illarion. "I'm your tour guide, not a member of the silent brotherhood. This means I guide you to where the fun's at."
"You should listen to his request before I guide this in your ass," Kaspar said, twitching the tip of his furred tail.
"Spontaneous orgasm, is what I predict for you," Illarion added coals to the fire.
Fredrik gulped hard, his light green eyes narrowing. "That's nonconsensual, you know, orgasm or no orgasm."
"I'm sure the sand will make a great witness to your case," Kaspar continued tormenting the poor bird. All Illarion had to do to put a stop to it was to rest his hand against Kaspar's shoulder, and Kaspar would know he took it too far. But why would he? Better to let that bastard simmer for a little bit.
"Let's not get tangled in petty squabbles here. I'm here to facilitate your stay, not help you gauge each other's macho levels."
Illarion waved him forward. "Then facilitate, bitch."
"Lemme guess. You used to be a fully feathered dragon before you became a hardass."
Kaspar unfurled his wings, preparing to pounce the bird and make him regret his words, but Illarion blocked his path just in time to stop him.
"Joking, just joking," Fredrik said, throwing Kaspar wary glances on his way to the marked path. "You guys are in need of some serious relief, given how tense you are, but worry not about that. The sights I'm about to show you will make you ejaculate on the spot, eh?"
"No sights," both Illarion and Kaspar said at the same time. "Take us to the most secluded beach," Illarion continued, rubbing Kaspar's snout. "I have a craving, and so does he."
*
Fredrik held his beak open for more than ten heartbeats before sealing it shut. He rolled his eyes so hard, they went into the back of his skull from how utterly idiotic their request sounded.
Leave them alone? Seriously? That was the last thing any tour guide worth his salt did! Way to go, to leave himself exposed to complaints of fictional nature that his two pals would surely file against him for laughs and giggle.
"We'll be fine," Illarion said, waving Fredrik away. "We trust your judgment, don't we Kaspar?"
"Certainly!" The feral dragon mirrored Illarion's mocking thought. "You did a good job finding...whatever this is."
"A cove," Fredrik said before he made his departure.
They were hopeless, and Fredrik knew it. Predators like them, so high up the food chain, tended to have a narrow view on the world, where their needs somehow overshadowed any trace of logic or sense of morality.
Let them get caught,_Fredrik grumbled to himself as he ventured into the underbrush. _I'm their tour guide, not their marriage counselor.
He chuckled at his witty retort as blessed shade engulfed his multicolored plumage, soothing his darker colored layers of feathers. Though he refused to spare his two charges a second glance, Fredrik still heard their muffled chortle above which soared the occasional moan. Whatever they intended to do, his clients chose to approach it in the most vulgar of ways.
Fredrik stopped in his tracks, restrained by his civic duty. The contract he had with Illarion and Kaspar compelled him to ensure the security of his clients, as well as contribute to the flawless execution of this trip. So, now that they decided to go for a little dirty damp and deep on one of the more secluded shorelines, Fredrik had to make sure no pervert or paparazzi disturbed--or worse, took advantage--of his clients' vulnerable state to make a quick buck.
Fuck me, I'm in the wrong line of work, Fredrik thought as he fled behind a palm tree, snooping every few breaths at the lewdness taking place on the shore. Smarter, more ambitious people made it their trade to take pictures of prominent figures, such as twin cocks and huge knot over there, in compromising positions. Then, they targeted their political enemies and attempted to strike a deal in exchange for their material.
Fredrik, however, never had it in him. Kaspar's previous growls already pushed him towards the edge of a panic attack, and both him and Illarion had the eyes of people who had little regard for strangers. Ironic, how he now had to hold vigil for the sake of two ungrateful, spoiled, selfish brats who never appreciated him. Then again, it was him who chose this line of work.
Morality...why did he have to heed it all the time?
First things first, Fredrik scrutinized the verdant curtain sprawling in front of him, the long vines and tall grasses hinting at the lack of disturbance. On the left, a cliff protruding well into the sea closed off the strap of shoreline, making the right side the only problematic area due to its wide berth. Lucky for his little group, the waning sun already sunk halfway into the horizon, its vermilion rays warning every sensible inhabitant of this island not to venture too far from their high-end resorts unless they planned on getting lost or, more likely, mugged.
Kaspar didn't have to fear that possibility, and by association, neither did Illarion. No sane anthro dared step on a dragon's toes, fluffy and cute as they were. The longer Fredrik watched the two, the more he began to doubt their macho façade. Illarion gently combed through Kaspar's lustrous mane, wiggling his hips enticingly for the dragon who refused to take his hemipenes in his muzzle.
"Looks like we'll be here all night given the meticulousness of your foreplay," Fredrik whispered to himself. "No wonder he doesn't get sucked off. His seed is probably more acidic than him."
During a moment of distraction, the wily dragon snuck his snout under Illarion's tail, poking his ruddy tongue at his tailhole, grinning at the thin, surprised yelp Illarion emitted. The anthro dragon jumped as if bitten, his narrow pucker tightening further from the sudden invasion. In retribution, he ducked under Kaspar's wing, lunged forward to evade his gripping forepaw, and then went to his knees underneath him to seize his plump sheathe in one hand and his hefty sack in the other.
"I got you by the balls, dragon," Illarion hissed triumphantly.
"Is that so? Because all I see is a puny anthro holding my privates with utmost reverence."
Illarion continued to fondle Kaspar's spheres and stroke his sheath slowly, with tantalizing strokes, eying the pink patch of flesh nestled at the base of Kaspar's tail.
"Just paying my respects to your glorious equipment before I discard it in favor of something more...savory," Illarion purred, suddenly letting go of Kaspar so that he could grab those round, perfect ass cheeks of his. His hands kneaded at the layers of muscles blanketed by impeccable white fur while his muzzle inched closer and closer to the feral dragon's appetizing tailhole. A muted growl of longing fled Kaspar's muzzle once Illarion's nostrils kissed his tidy flesh, brushing playfully against the pink, bare, vulnerable surface.
"Mrrr, there is no point to licking you here when you have obviously done a splendid job yourself."
Fredrik's heart skipped a beat at the panic swimming in Kaspar's eyes. His wings slumped, mouth hanging ajar in painful disbelief.
Now that's a dragon who really wants his ass licked, Fredrik thought as his pang of surprise began to wear off. Watching porn on his computer was one thing, but spying on two lascivious dragons who skipped foreplay and jumped straight to rimming heated his blood a few degrees over the norm. To make things worse, his groundhog awoke from its slumber, growing against his pants, forming a bulge about the size of a grapefruit.
"Sssscraw," Fredrik whined, stomping his foot silently, cursing his lack of self-control. His temples began to throb, the rushing blood muddying his thoughts. The persistent throbs diverted his attention from the dragons to his own need, obstinate and unrelenting. Served him well, for not jacking off for a couple of days straight while planning this trip.
Calm down. You're in the middle of nowhere with two literal asslickers. Who is going to notice your little excitement there, the cock patrol? Fredrik reassured himself in an attempt to fight his growing paranoia. If somebody happened to find him, a tour guide turned voyeur on his own clients, he'd not only lose his job, but get sued by his own company for engaging in such immoral acts of perversion.
Worries over worries over worries...that was what Fredrik's life had been reduced to. He woke up to the anxiety of meeting his client's expectations, continued the day being scorned and ridiculed by those pompous asshats, and went to sleep terrified of what tomorrow brought.
Damn it. Damn it all to hell.
Silently--and most of all, carefully--Fredrik slipped his fingers under the seam of his pants and lowered them inch by tantalizing inch until his underwear bulge stood out in the open. A diaphanous speckle marked the region of his cock tip, stuffed well within that cloth prison, the tightness encouraging his precum to leak.
Fredrik clacked his beak impatiently as he began rolling down his underwear as well, muttering plea over plea under his breath. Fortunately, the two dragons were too engrossed in their debauchery to notice his meat wriggling free from its cage, the knot half swollen at the base of his tapered length.
"Okay, you pervy bastards," Fredrik whispered, licking his beak salaciously. "My job is on the line here, so you better show me what's good."
No sooner than he said those words, Fredrik had to bite back a moan, his cock lurching from the surge of visual stimulation. Illarion was tongue deep inside Kaspar's tailhole, stretching his dainty pucker with smooth, elaborate thrusts, pausing between them to taste his companion and lather his tongue with additional lubricant.
Kaspar's paws jerked in unison with the penetrations, claws drawing jagged furrows upon the sand, his growls and hisses gaining strength. Between his haunches dangled the mother of all erections, its sheer size causing Fredrik's breath to hitch in his throat. That thing must have had over forty inches, its girth as thick as Illarion's chest. His fully inflated knot stood bigger than his very balls, the taut meat colored a lustrous black equipped with a spaded tip and a layer of underside, scute-like ridges that looked flared to the point of refuse.
"That's what I'm talking about," Fredrik mouthed in between his lustful huffs. "Grandissimo, yo."
He might not have been partial to the owner, but the cock--an exquisite prize embellished with the most exotic, alluring of features--had to be respected, appreciated, even...desired.
Yes. Fredrik very much desired to hold that token of raw virility in his grasp, to feel the ridges slid along his palms, to taste the translucent nectar dribbling down the prominent tip, giving it that most arousing glossy sheen.
"Oh man...." Fredrik's features scrunched, his gaze narrowing as he battled the pressing urge to cum. His tongue rolled along the sides of his beak, imagining it was that tip he was licking, those generous beads of precum that his tongue scooped. And Kaspar had so much to give! When Illarion bucked his muzzle into his rump, the dragon swerved his head to the side, snarling at him not in a vicious way. What his furrowed lips and scrunched eyes meant to transmit was his inability to cope with the speed of the tonguing, cautioning his companion that his actions were close to push him over the limit of his senses.
Illarion didn't give a damn. His eyes closed, the anthro dragon dedicated himself body and soul to Kaspar's tailhole, the wet sounds of suckling overshadowed by Kaspar's thinning growls. From his angle and distance, Fredrik couldn't quite see the butt licking unfurl in all its glorious debauchery, nor did he need to. Kaspar's erection gave it all away, throbbing while Illarion circled his pucker, and lurching against his belly during penetration, slapping a stain of wetness against his fur.
Fredrik's heart pounded with the alert rhythm of war drums, his cheeks and brow seething with desire, his knot swollen to refuse, almost ready to spill its tremendous load. His hand purposefully evaded that most sensitive of regions, pumping along his sleek length while waiting for the opportune moment to reach Nirvana. He had to--no, needed to--climax in unison with Kaspar, to picture his virile seed exploding in his face with the might of a geyser, to drown him in thick, creamy, fertile dragon batter. By the looks of it, Kaspar teetered on the edge of his senses as well, his beading precum now leaking constantly from his tip, darkening the sand underneath it.
*
Illarion cracked an eye open, curious to see how well he managed to keep Kaspar trapped in a pent-up state, hovering just on the edge of release. The miniature craters his precum formed into the sand pleased him, but not more than the throbs wracking Kaspar's shaft. Almost there...aaalmost there...aalmost....
A speckle of carnelian, just past the edge of the vegetation stretching ahead, took Illarion aback. He removed his snout from Kaspar's sensitive, shuddering tailhole and squinted, trying to make out the fleeting movements of that colorful strip. It was located behind one of the palm trees, a ribbon of purple and red and sage that brought about a sudden revelation.
That was an arm. Whatshisface's arm.
Illarion cocked his head incredulously. Given the bird's personality, he never expected him to have the audacity to spy on him and Kaspar.
"We have a fan, my dear."
"A wanking fan," Kaspar added. "I called it earlier, didn't I? Told you that our tour guide is a wanker."
Illarion grunted in thought, massaging Kaspar's soggy tailhole with the tips of two fingers, tracing the smooth outline all the way to the puckered center, where he slid in a finger up to his knuckle. Kaspar gasped, every muscle in his body stiffening as his tailhole clamped down upon the intruding appendage.
Though Illarion barely suffered their tour guide, their current situation presented quite the auspicious scenario. Illarion organized this trip with the sole intent to help Kaspar unwind in an exotic setting, ripe with opportunities, relying solely on his skills to give him a good time. Unlike Illarion, however, Kaspar enjoyed being the center of attention, and the anthro dragon had no illusion that Fredrik masturbated to what happened below Kaspar's tail.
No, no, no. He probably stared at Kaspar's cock with an idolizing gaze, wondering--craving--to get a chance at touching the epitome of dragon virility, to reverently take Kaspar in his mouth and trail his tongue around the rigid spade of his tip.
"Invite him to join us."
Kaspar perked his ears. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
Illarion sighed, tired of how Kaspar's unblemished devotion towards him interfered with his primal needs. "I know you too well to put on an ignorant façade, Kaspar. Tell me that you do not want to see Fredrik drool at the sight of your cock. Say it to my face that release isn't all the sweeter when you ejaculate your seed all over his plumes."
With Kaspar's interest piqued, Illarion walked on his fours towards the front of the dragon, slowly pushing himself up and cupping one of his ears with one hand while the other caressed its top. "We're not going to warn him, Kaspar," he drew out his words, his voice barely a whisper. "He is going to suck and lick at your cock, unaware of the pool of feverish desire bubbling within your ballsack. When the pressure becomes too unbearable to be contained, you are going to blast him straight onto his belly with your seed, and we'll make him lick and slurp and swallow every droplet of it till he is so full he will get sick at the mere notion of dinner."
Several shudders traversed Kaspar's body while Illarion recounted his plan. Despite the lack of physical stimulation, Kaspar remained impossibly hard, gooey strands of precum bridging his cock to the wet sand under him.
Illarion smirked victoriously before placing a tantalizing kiss on the inside of Kaspar's ear. "I'll be in control, Kaspar. Your knot is mine to squeeze while I hug the entirety of your shaft. There is no love or affection in it for Fredrik. What that wanker gets is naught but the tip and cum in his face."
Kaspar rocked on his fours in anticipation, his purr deepening to a rough, satisfied pitch. "Bring him here."
*
Kaspar lowered himself on his side before shifting on his back, his cock hanging limply past a flank. Illarion clambered over his belly, grabbing his immense shaft to hug it as if it was his lover.
"Oh man, this is getting good," Fredrik said to himself, his grip on his cock squeezing and softening to keep the sparks of pleasure floating along his rigid meat. "Illarion, you filthy bastard. The ocean isn't good enough for you, eh? Protein baths is all that you crave for now."
Fredrik couldn't blame him; after all, Kaspar looked so well-endowed he could shower two anthro dragons like him at the same time.
Or me, his devious side whispered, hardening his knot and squeezing another few droplets of precum that Fredrik used to moisturize his malehood.
He was ready. They were ready. What the fuck held them back?
"You there," Illarion called, looking straight at Fredrik's tree. "Yes, you, the one who is wanking at the sight of us. Leave your clothes where you are and join us."
Fredrik jolted on the spot, his head suddenly pounding due to anxiety. He considered running away, but Kaspar's roar turned that request into a demand.
"It is but a polite invitation," the feral dragon reason with a smooth, calculated tone. "You wouldn't want to come across the wrong way during our first day together."
That was the last thing Fredrik intended to do. With his choices thinned down to one measly option, he had no choice but to obey.
Fredrik swallowed back the lump of apprehension that clogged his throat while he made his way towards the two dragons, naked and vulnerable.
You brought it on yourself. Should have kept your dick in your pants and do it in private, like normal people, the voice of reason rang in his head, distorted by the quaking throbs of his temples.
Then again, this is what you wanted, right? Fredrik tried to build up his courage, well aware of the expectant gazes of the two dragons, one of which could devour him on sight, toss his bones into the sea, and pretend the sharks did it.
If only they said something, anything, to take his mind off the constant thud thud thud within his chest! Illarion, however, continued to run his hands up and down Kaspar's shaft, eyes interlocked with Fredrik. Kaspar eyeballed him just as hard, his twitching nostrils taking in his scent. The snarl that followed froze Fredrik in his tracks, but Illarion beckoned him closer, half of his face hidden behind Kaspar's cock as he ran his tongue along its side.
Once he reached Kaspar's head, Fredrik scratched the fluff behind one of his ears, his beak stiff, knees shaky and uncertain. "So uhhh...how do we proceed?"
Kaspar's snout snaked behind him, shoving him forward with such force Fredrik lurched, toppled over, and fell face first against the soft surface of Kaspar's chest. Illarion perked his head, grunting in a most infuriating way that made Fredrik scowl at him.
"He pushed me!" he said, shifting onto his fours to regain at least a sliver of his dignity.
"You tripped. Let's leave it at that."
"So that's what this is about? You two perverts blackmailing me into joining your debauched circle so that you can laugh at how rawwwwwwwk!"
Fredrik surged forward when a slim, sleek appendage touched him under the tail, wriggling halfway into his anus before retreating just as sudden. He cast his scornful gaze back, intent on giving Kaspar a mouthful, but his verve quickly faltered when the dragon bared his fangs.
"Just suck his cock, Fredrik. Isn't that what you wanted?"
The bird lowered his head in half a nod, only to shake it vigorously a second after. "I was...I'm not really...what I wanted was scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
That damn tongue again, followed by the same intimidation tactic! Fredrik swerved his head from Kaspar, to Illarion, then back to Kaspar. A debilitating feeling of dread coursed through his veins, warning him that these two toyed with him like cats with mice, after which he would suffer the same gruesome fate.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Fredrik thought as he sucked in a deep breath to soothe his rampaging senses. He flinched and yelped as Kaspar's tongue returned upon his tailhole a third time, teasing his wrinkled flesh, sliding inside ever so slowly.
"W--wait, I s-s-s-should let you know that rrrraaahhh, that feels...so good!" His eyes involuntarily squeezed shut as his passage caved in around Kaspar's tongue, locking around it in a heated embrace. The dragon's hum increased in intensity, and one of his paws fell upon Fredrik's back to hold him in place while he began to fuck his ass with his tongue.
Fredrik's eyes rolled into the back of his skull, the heated moisture much too prominent to his aching, oversensitive muscles. The unrelenting stimulation gave him the mother of all erection, his cock hardening in less than five heartbeats, uninflated knot swelling before his very eyes.
Illarion propped Kaspar's cock against his chest, reaching under Fredrik to seize hold of his cock. The bird's feathers stood on end, a panicked squawk fleeing his beak.
"You don't think I can handle a few strokes?" Illarion, that dead-eyed, aloof, cock hugging weirdo said.
With a tongue up his bunghole, focus came hard to Fredrik, let alone coherency. His mind swimming in euphoria, all he managed was a soft, disapproving squawk which Illarion completely misinterpreted or disregarded, for he began to stroke Fredrik's shaft against his will.
"Stop," Fredrik half said, half moaned. "I can't...it's....it's too intense!"
Illarion's smile deepened, his fingers clenching around his knot, squeezing it increasingly tighter. At the same time, Kaspar's tongue slithered inside him deeper and deeper, its thickening girth stretching Fredrik past any reasonable limits. He tried batting Kaspar's tail with his tail, but that didn't stop the dragon's advance. Slapping his chest with a palm changed nothing, and whatever complaints he mouthed soon drowned in a high-pitched, drawn-out squeak that raked at Fredrik's throat with fiery talons.
"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!" The bird sang his uncharacteristically sharp song, his vision flooded by motes of vibrant colors, his muscles paralyzed by overpowering sparks of elation. Kaspar's tongue tip hit his sweetest, innermost of spots. At the same time, Illarion's clutch on his knot tightened, the pressure from both stimulation sources too much to bear.
Fredrik's bird seed practically exploded out of his cock, surging all over Kaspar's chest and Illarion's twin erections, the spurts short, strong, and successive. The iron-like hold over his knot stole Fredrik's senses, stranding him in a realm of unbound pleasure where his orgasm and his need to cum were all that mattered. And so, Fredrik came, his seed rushing forth in ivory arrows that splattered upon contact with anything they found, spreading their musky scent all around. As Fredrik began to taper off, his anal muscles sought relief, but found none with a tongue lodged so deep inside of him. Illarion didn't let go either, kneading at Fredrik's knot, milking him until the bird collapsed on his chest, on the verge of passing out from overstimulation.
He barely registered the laughter of the two dragons while caught in the fetters of his afterglow. It felt like an all-consuming vortex ready to suck him in, the only thread that still bound him to the physical world being the discomfort of his now aching cock. Fredrik tapped Illarion's wrist several times until the anthro dragon finally let go, allowing Fredrik's flaccid length to flop onto Kaspar's seed stained chest.
"Fuck me," Fredrik groaned, cupping his face in his palms to help cope with the dizziness brought by his awakening senses. "That was both the best and the most terrifying orgasm I ever had. Felt like I mashed my brain and jizzed it all over this fluffy bastard."
Fredrik's friendly slap on Kaspar's shoulder earned him a low growl from the dragon who now stared at him intently.
"It's only natural that you return the favor," Illarion urged, lifting Kaspar's cock with both arms to offer Fredrik the spaded tip.
From up close, Kaspar's member seemed overwhelming, to put it lightly. His mere head almost matched the width of Fredrik's face, and it took both of Illarion's arms to keep it from lurching due to stimulation.
"I don't..." Fredrik swallowed to wet his parched throat before he resumed. "I'm not sure I know how to handle such sophisticated weaponry. One jet, and off goes my head, right?"
Illarion's jaw tightened, a spark of irritation smoldering within his irises. "Are you going to say no to the dragon who gave you the best orgasm you ever had?"
Fredrik lifted a tentative finger. "Let's not forget the terrifying aspect, where his tongue went up so deep under my tail it probably dislodged an organ or two."
Instead of debating this matter further, Illarion lifted Kaspar's member eye level with Fredrik. The burning determination etched upon his face gave Fredrik the chills. Some dragons took their lascivious rituals a tad too serious, and these guys seemed no different.
"I suppose...I can lend my tongue. The tip does look very lickable to me." Fredrik pushed himself up onto his fours, dipping his head slightly to taste the layer of precum coating Kaspar's tip. It tasted just as strong as it smelled, the pheromone concoction going hand in hand with the dragon's virility. The earthy, briny hues had an almost chocking effect, making Fredrik's tongue pucker inside his beak from his first contact with a dragon's penis.
Illarion threw him a disapproving side glance, cradling Kaspar's member like a newborn child, stroking its underside ridges carefully while his other hand massaged his knot, keeping it taut and swollen.
"Give him a little incentive," Illarion said.
In the next second, Fredrik's short, bushy tail grew as tall and erect as a flagpole, making room for Kaspar's dabbing tongue. He didn't penetrate him. Instead, he lapped at the bird's bunghole, treating his pucker to sensual, steamy licks that convinced him to give the cock head another try. Lick after lick, the dragon's musky tang turned from tolerable to delightfully exotic, similar to alcoholic beverages, where they tasted better if you swallowed breathlessly.
Unlike Fredrik, Illarion dedicated himself body and soul to the pleasure of his companion. His strokes along Kaspar's shaft denoted a tenderness that Fredrik never thought the anthro dragon capable of. He fondled the knot with utmost care, polishing it with precum he collected from his two cocks, using the extra lubrication to increase the frequency of Kaspar's throbs, brought about by the renewed stimulation.
Kaspar didn't sit idle, however. His tail tip greeted Illarion's muzzle, requesting passage into his mouth. Illarion suckled on it for a couple of seconds until it came out nice and soggy, perfect for inserting itself in and out of Illarion's tailhole. It slid inside with practiced ease, causing the anthro dragon's cocks to tense up, barbs flaring, eager to be tended to.
Kaspar, however, chose to delay Illarion's release, slipping his cocks between the fingers of a forepaw. Then, he proceeded to move that paw all the way up to the sensitive barbs covering the tips, then down to Illarion's vent, matching that motion with the thrusts of his tail. As such, Kaspar controlled the pace of the lewd mechanism set in motion. The quicker and deeper he ventured into Illarion's tailhole, the harder Illarion hugged his knot and licked at his ridges. On his end, Fredrik could do naught but keep up with the continuous waves of precum, slurping the aqueous liquid and smearing the surplus on his once again erect cock.
The musky taste filling his beak, together with the wet slurping sounds of Kaspar's tongue against his tailhole and the shlick, shlick, shlick of Kaspar's tail mating Illarion's tailhole, flared Fredrik's lust to high heavens. He thrived on variety, always relishing the chance to experience scenarios other pervs only read in fantasy stories. This...this was the real deal! He was actually getting his ass licked while he slurped the precum off a feral dragon's cock who tail fucked his twin-cocked partner that embraced his humongous shaft with everything he had!
These guys aren't so bad after all, Fredrik thought as he grabbed himself, ready to spill his seed a second time. After they both attain their sweet relief, I'm sure we'll...
Fredrik's line of thought came to an abrupt end as Kaspar's harsh roar almost deafened him. His eyelids draped over his eyes instinctively, but they did little to protect them from the sheer might of Kaspar's release. Without any warning, thick, gooey dragon spunk blasted Fredrik's head back, the sheer volume causing him to choke on the ubiquitous seed.
The bird fell on his back, arms held forward protectively, his beak opened to scream a curse that was snuffed out by a second wave of seed that filled his mouth once again to the brim. Fredrik writhed, limbs flailing, head swerving from one side to the other to protect himself from the ceaseless torrent of dragon batter. Illarion, that treacherous fuck, pointed Kaspar's seed cannon right at him, deftly kneading at his knot to prolong his orgasm.
Seed invaded Fredrik's ears, muffling every sound. Seed blanketed his face, a pearly coverlet that sheltered him from the world, but not from the incoming spurts that broke themselves against his body. For a few impossibly slow and unsettling seconds, Fredrik's whole world drowned into Kaspar's gooey semen, his functions only beginning to return once the jets subsided to mellow trickles.
"Khaaa--hraaah--hraaa," Fredrik gasped for breath, spitting and swallowing and doing everything in his power to clear out his beak before wiping the cloudy slime from his eyes. Dragon seed smelled as fierce as the creatures themselves, the briny undertones stinging Fredrik's nostrils, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. His breath regained, the bird blinked back the bleariness from his eyes, noticing Kaspar's half erect cock flopped across the inner portion of a haunch first and Illarion second.
"You--"Fredrik rasped, pointing a condemning finger at him, "almost killed me."
Illarion lifted a disinterested eye ridge. "You can be melodramatic, or you can accept the situation for what it is."
Melodram--melodramatic?! Fredrik lunged forward with his arms, intent on strangling the bastard, but Kaspar's immense forepaw held the squirming bird back.
"I almost suffocated, you aloof, dead-eyed, conniving wretch!"
"But you haven't," Kaspar's reassuring whisper floated to his ears like an ethereal eel. His tongue slid along Fredrik's belly, scooping some of the seed of his soggy plumage, rolling it back into his mouth with great gusto. "You wanted this to happen. Craved for it. Dreamed of it."
Was he nuts? Who in the right mind wished to be belittled such? His plumes--his colorful, precious, radiant plumes--only showed in patches, forming a crude mottling that grew amidst the white coat Kaspar kindly draped over him.
"Now start cleaning yourself and Kaspar," Illarion said--no, ordered.
"And why would I even consider swallowing his disgusting spunk?"
"It's your fantasy, is it not?"
Fredrik froze, the fantasies he conceived while jacking off to the two dragons swarming his mind. "I...I don't, I can't...I mean, I'm not really..."
He clacked his beak shut, staring absently at Kaspar's half-erect shaft and the ropes of seed it still trickled. Loathe as he was to admit it to himself and to his companions, that had to be the most erotic sight Fredrik had ever seen.
"Maybe...just a little lick..."
** ***THE END*****
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