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Saber padded up to the stable door and looked around to make sure no one was watching him before he pulled the door open and quickly slipped inside. He latched the door shut behind him and hoped the added security would help settle the queasiness in his stomach.

The large pen smelled of a male drake, the musky scent most likely lingering on everything Saber could see: blankets, sheets, and pillows. And sleeping, curled up in a big, scaly ball, was the wyvern himself, Verro. His soft-purple hide was handsomely marked by violet stripes that almost had a blue tint to them in the dim light. A beautiful crest of purple and blue-tipped feathers trailed down the back of his head, between four black horns with golden tips.

Saber smiled at the sleeping drake and silently stepped over to a tool chest. Inside it were grooming tools such as brushes, cloths, soaps, and claw-trimmers. He took out a brush for the wyvern's feathers, a towel to dry his hide, and scale-polish-soap to make Verro's scales nice and shiny.

The inside of the pen was spacious. Since wyverns were typically much larger than sentient dragons, like Saber, the stables had plenty of room for them. And because Verro was a highly sought-after breeder, his pen was the most comfortable out of all the others. It had a bedroom big enough for a few other wyverns, and unlike the other pens, it also had a bathroom where he could bathe. It was conjoined to the bedroom by a doorway.

Saber set down the grooming tools and walked up to Verro. His paws stepped on his sheets and blankets until he felt his weight dip into a bed where the wyvern lay. Two golden, slitted eyes peered up at him.

Saber grinned and pet Verro's feathery crest, his gentle touch tracing up and down the back of his neck. "Hey, handsome."

Verro rumbled in approval and closed his eyes again. His tail slid back and forth across the ground, the feathery tip of it brushing across the floor.

Saber didn't technically own Verro, but he was the handler assigned to take care of him. He spent a lot of time taking care of the wyvern, and he knew that Verro trusted him--Saber trusted him too. Feral wyverns were typically very dangerous, but when they were brought up and raised in a stable from an egg, like Verro, they could be calm and almost complaisant.

Verro was well-tempered and loving. He never resisted the harnesses, he was most often obedient, and very rarely did Saber struggle with him. And never once had Verro hurt anyone.

Saber trailed his touch down Verro's back and caressed his powerful wing-arm. Its sinewy muscles stretched down the limb to where he had it tucked in under his chest, and when he would flex, the muscles bulged and pulsed with strength. Saber looked at his own measly wings poking out of his uniform and felt jealous.

Verro was a flier in the big races, where dragons would gather around to place bets on the winner. Out of the twenty races Verro had flown, he won nine of them and placed second or third in the rest. Race-flier owners flocked to Saber's boss with their females that were in heat, paying hefty prices for him to breed them. Saber was always the one to guide Verro onto his mount and make sure everything went over smoothly.

But as he watched him take one after the other, he would grow more and more jealous... jealous of all the females he bred.

Saber didn't understand why he lusted for Verro; he was a feral drake, and the mating between their species was extremely taboo, and even unlawful. Even so, he couldn't help himself. Those lustful thoughts constantly nudged at his mind while he worked with Verro. Thinking about it now sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to be Verro's hen, to feel the big drake mount him and rut him until he was filled with his seed. It was his ultimate fantasy, and now was his chance to finally fulfill it.

Saber attached a leash to the collar around Verro's neck and lightly tugged on it. "C'mon, Verro. Let's get you cleaned up."

Verro grumbled and shifted before he stretched his limbs out. His muscles flexed and his thick tail swayed to and fro until he finally climbed to his paws and shook the grogginess from his head. With a warm smile, Saber led him into the bath area, which was a simple square room with a hose and a drain.

Normally, Saber would leave his work uniform on. He usually didn't get it too wet, but this time he had other plans. He unzipped his suit and saw that Verro was watching him curiously. For a moment, he wondered if Verro had ever seen a naked dragon before, or if it even mattered to him. He doubted Verro could fully understand what it meant to be naked, since the most he ever wore was a harness.

Saber slipped out of his suit with a warm blush as his thoughts roamed to what he had planned with Verro. The idea of finally feeling what he craved most... it was arousing. Saber pulled off his socks and tugged down his underwear so that he was completely naked next to Verro, who was eyeing him intently. Saber's orbs hung loosely and his sheath was already thick, though the wyvern couldn't see that with Saber's tail tucked down.

Saber tossed his clothing out of the room and nuzzled the wyvern affectionately, which received him a purr and a nuzzle back. It was a strange feeling to be naked with Verro, exposed to the elements just as he was. The uneasiness in his stomach was starting to fade, though it would remain in the back of his mind.

What if someone walks in on us... or hears us?

He shook his head free of the thought and turned the hose on. The door was locked. If someone did hear them, they would think that Verro was just breeding again. Saber wasn't assigned to work until later, so no one would expect him to be here. And for the next hour, it was supposed to be Verro's resting time, so no other stable-hands would come around to check on him.

Water drizzled from the tip of the hose before spraying out like a showerhead. Saber made sure the water was warm before turning it to Verro, dousing him to make his scales wet. A glistening layer of scales covered Verro's body from head to tail as Saber sprayed him down. Verro's smooth, tan underbelly scales were dripping as he stood obediently, like the many times he had done before.

Verro stretched each wing-arm out and let Saber soak them too. Water pattered against the leathery membranes of his wings before drizzling to the ground. Saber dragged the hose around and sprayed the length of Verro's tail as it swished around. He walked full-circle around Verro and stopped in front of him.

With a soft smile, Saber started to run the hose over his own naked body. He hoped Verro would admire his violet hide and the blotches of dark-blue that covered his jawline and neck, as well as his hind paws and the tips of his tail and wings. He wished Verro would lust for his body the same way he lusted for his, but he knew the feelings wouldn't be the same.

Still, Saber wanted to show Verro what he had beneath his tail. In a coy attempt, he raised his tail in front of Verro and washed himself with the hose, exposing the softer scales covering his nethers. When he looked back, he saw Verro's golden eyes peering between his haunches, which made Saber blush at his cheeks.

What if he mounted me right now?

Shivering at the thought, Saber hiked his tail higher for another moment before giving up on that idea, since Verro didn't budge nor did he acknowledge the fact that Saber was presenting to him. Saber soon finished soaking his scales with water and grabbed the bottle of soap. Now came his favorite part.

Normally, Saber would use a brush or cloth to scrub Verro's scales clean, but this time he wanted to use his bare paws. He started at the wyvern's long neck, lathering soap up and down it as Verro tilted his head up and allowed Saber to touch him. A deep, rumbling purr filled his vibrating throat. Saber grinned and slid his paws down to Verro's shoulders, kneading into them with his soapy forepaws. Verro knelt down to give Saber easier access before he moved onto his wings.

He was always careful around Verro's wings. Not only were they the most important part to a race-flier, but they were sensitive too. Verro would twitch and hum when Saber cleaned them. He couldn't tell if it was because he was nervous about it or just simply ticklish! After Saber finished Verro's wings, he climbed over Verro to straddle him and started massaging down his back.

Verro chirred and lay his head down to relax. Saber felt his muscles loosen as he worked his way down. His paws soon rubbed Verro's taught haunches and kneaded into his rump. Verro purred and swished his tail, enjoying the dragon's touch. Saber couldn't help but to enjoy touching Verro too.

With a pat on the rear, Saber finished and pushed on Verro's flank to get him to roll over. With any other wyvern, they would throw a fit and hiss their disapproval. They didn't enjoy being on their backs; it was an unnatural position. But Verro was obedient, so he listened to Saber's soft coo and followed his guidance, rolling over onto his back.

His tan underbelly was now completely exposed as he lay there. He didn't bother to close his legs either, so Saber's wandering eyes soon spotted the crease at the base of his tail, the wyvern's closed cloaca. He practically wiggled in place with excitement. After another few drops of soap, Saber started cleaning the drake's underbelly, rubbing his paws over his broad chest before moving down to his belly, and then to his jutting pelvic bone between his legs.

"Mmm, such a handsome boy," Saber cooed.

Saber slid his paws up one of Verro's hind legs, briefly caressing his thigh and then his calf before kneading into his footpaws. He was hardly cleaning him now but instead giving him a full-body massage. Thumb-digits press hard into the sinewy muscles of his hind paw, and Verro's three big toes clenched with pleasure.

Over the months of working with Verro, Saber learned a lot of his sweet spots of where to touch and caress on his body. His footpaws seemed to be sensitive, and the wyvern enjoyed having them massaged. He rubbed it from his heel to his long toes, individually squeezing each one of them.

Saber switched paws and gave the other one an equal amount of attention, and he received numerous coos of enjoyment. Then, his touch trailed back down his legs, stroking his scales down to the softer, tan ones at the inner parts of his thigh.

Verro seemed to approve of his touch there because he would always flex his toes and let out a deep chirr. Saber rumbled back to him and slowly slid his soapy paws down the underside of his pelvic bone, inching closer to what he desired. His eyes were glued to the wyvern's vent, his imagination forming Verro's cock from memory.

"Such a sexy drake..."

Whenever Saber touched Verro's cloaca, the wyvern would freeze and keep rumbling, obviously enjoying it. But In the past, Saber could never continue indulging the drake because he was afraid of getting caught... until now.

Saber started rubbing Verro's horizontal slit back and forth and kneading into the soft scales there. A groan escaped Verro's lips as he wriggled on his back, his hind legs pedaling next to Saber's head. His paw cupped the drake's vent and firmly rubbed it in circles as Verro squirmed on his back. Saber couldn't have asked for a better reaction--being eager to pleasure Verro.

Heat radiated against Saber's pawpads. Saber gently parted Verro's nether lips and rubbed his flesh inside, drawing a lewd growl from his lips.

"Ooh, you like that, Verro?" Saber asked with a trill. "There will be plenty more where that came from."

He was never sure if Verro understood him or not. Wyverns were intelligent creatures capable of understanding many different commands, but they sometimes acted dumber than a sack of rocks, too. Verro, however, seemed to understand fully well what Saber meant.

His head perked up and tilted curiously at him, a golden eye inspecting Saber. He mewled and huffed a hot breath of air as if to state his approval of this, which encouraged Saber to do more. Gently, he pushed a digit inside and swirled it around, feeling Verro's soft folds part and quiver around it. Along with the rumbling groans, Verro squirmed on his back to let Saber know he was pressing the right buttons.

Soon enough, Saber felt a firm nub pushing at his digit. He spread Verro's cloaca and peered at the wyvern flesh starting to grow from it. Saber gulped and lowered his muzzle slowly. Verro's strong, musky scent filled his nostrils; it was earthy and wild, unlike a dragon's scent. It made Saber's face flush with heated arousal as his nose inched closer to the wyvern's sensitive flesh.

Saber glanced up and saw Verro's interested eyes. He smiled and kissed the head of his pinkish cock, mouthing his lips around the tapered tip. A pleasured groan rumbled in Verro's throat as he flexed his footpaws and wagged his tail. He wondered if the wyvern ever felt something like this before. Wyverns mated for pleasure as well as to breed, so maybe they learned to use their mouths on each other at some point?

Either way, Saber was ecstatic to be able to do this. The cock only swelled faster as he started licking and lapping at it with his tongue. Verro's salty flavor filled his mouth, his slippery secretions clinging to Saber's tongue. The noises Verro was making were very reassuring, so Saber shut his eyes and enjoyed the wyvern's cock.

Saber licked up the underside of Verro's shaft and bumped across several ridges on its way to curl around his soft head. Pre oozed onto his tongue as the wyvern's flesh pulsed and twitched. Saber parted his lips and mouthed over his large cock before beginning to take it into his muzzle. He heard Verro groan with pleasure.

Warmth trickled through Saber's entire body, numbing his mind and arousing his cock from his sheath. He could hardly believe that he had Verro's soft, slimy cock in his mouth, and he loved every moment of it. It wasn't at all like he expected, but he was pleasantly surprised to find it otherwise very enjoyable, and he was happy that Verro enjoyed it too. The wyvern was relaxed, which made it easy for Saber to pleasure him.

He took as much of the wyvern's flesh as he could, though it wasn't very much due to his large size. He managed to take about half of Verro's cock, letting it rest in his hot, moist muzzle while his tongue swirled around it. His gentle suckling seemed to make Verro fidget even more. Saber could only imagine the bliss Verro was in right now, but judging by the pleasured snarl at his lips, Verro was enjoying it thoroughly.

More pre spurted into Saber's maw and filled it with his strong flavor. Saber swallowed and purred delightedly, but he reluctantly pulled his muzzle away and let Verro's cock fall out of his mouth. He could tell the drake was getting closer, and he wanted his seed to spill elsewhere...

Saber patted Verro's thighs and smiled up at the panting wyvern, whose eyes were glazed, muzzle parted and tongue almost lolling out. Saber lathered himself with the same soap he used on Verro as he watched the wyvern relax on his back, something unusual for him to do. Normally, Verro would flip back onto his belly at the very least after Saber was done, but this time he laid back almost expectantly, his cock pulsing between his haunches. He wanted more, but Saber had other plans.

With the hose, he sprayed himself clean first and then soaked Verro in water to clear up the soapsuds still clinging to his handsome scales. Verro finally rolled to his paws and stood up to get rinsed off. Saber admired the wyvern's lithe, muscular body, and his eyes soon caught his hard cock bobbing beneath him.

Saber grabbed a towel and started patting Verro down with it. The drake was rumbling and Saber saw a string of sticky pre oozing from his tip as he dried off Verro's rump. Saber's own flesh poked out of his sheath, having mostly returned to its home after he pleasured Verro. After Saber dried himself off, he went to grab Verro's brush and suddenly felt a nudge at his rump.

Verro looked at him with glassy eyes, the same eyes that he had when he was breeding--it made Saber's chest thrum with excitement. Saber froze, wondering what Verro would do, hoping that he would make his move and mount him, but he was also worried that Verro would injure him without his restraints. His muzzle bumped against Saber's rump again and nosed down his thigh before snaking up under his tail.

Saber blushed hotly and elicited a lewd moan as his thick, warm, slimy tongue slathered across his sheath and orbs. His tail lifted like an invitation, and Verro firmly shoved his muzzle between Saber's thighs, licking and lapping at his soft nethers. Hot breaths bathed his saliva-drenched sheath as Verro heavily breathed in and out. He sniffed Saber's balls, rubbing his nose against them curiously. And Saber couldn't hold back his lusty groans while his toes flexed and kneaded into the ground.

"Ooooh! That's a g-good boy, mmmmm..."

Saber's cock quickly spilled from his sheath, dangling in front of Verro's muzzle. The wyvern's long, forked tongue soon curled around it like Saber had done to Verro. That was when Saber realized that Verro was simply trying to give Saber the same pleasure he had received. He understood that this was giving him pleasure, and it made Saber's heart thud against his rib cage. It felt so good and it was exciting to know that Verro was willing to pleasure him.

With a hind leg lifted, Saber gave Verro's large snout more room. Verro rumbled deeply and bathed Saber's cock in long, slimy licks until it was as hard as a rock and bobbing beneath him. The drake's tongue pushed firmly against Saber's flesh and feverishly lapped at it without any aim or guidance, and it was making the dragon tremble with delight.

Then, Saber yelped as Verro forcefully nudged his flank and made him topple on his other side. Verro moved over him and shoved Saber's chest into the ground with his wing-paw, putting Saber on his back.

"Verro! You're no--oooooohhhh!"

Saber's toes clenched and his body writhed as his cock slipped inside Verro's hot, wet muzzle.

"Gods... that's... that's a good boy..." Saber huffed. He panted and laid his head back with his hind legs spread open for Verro. Blissful sensations tingled up his spine as Verro's inexperienced mouth pleasured him. The flat of his tongue slathered up the base of Saber's shaft and then curled around and slid back down.

In the back of his mind, Saber had worried what would happen if Verro lost control. He was much stronger than Saber was, and if there was something he wanted, there was no way Saber could stop him. But Saber trusted Verro, and his trust paid off! Being forced onto his back and pinned down while Verro pleasured him... that was very hot.

Verro was very gentle with Saber's cock as if he had done this before--most likely with himself. Saber wasn't sure if Verro had ever pleasured or been pleasured by another drake before, but it obviously didn't matter to him what gender was what, which meant that getting Verro to mount him would be a bit easier.

A low, lusty growl vibrated Verro's maw as he suckled on Saber's cock. His tongue swirled around his tip as it licked up and down Saber's length. Verro's lips pursed just before his knot, resting there as his tongue did all the work. Pleasure welled in Saber's loins, steadily growing and building while more pre leaked from his tip.

Saber patted Verro's snout and tried to take in deep breaths. "That's... enough, handsome." But Verro didn't stop right away. His golden eyes open and stared up at Saber's scrunched muzzle, his tongue rubbing firmly against the head of Saber's cock, making him moan out his pleasure.

"Verro... V-Verro!" Saber gently tapped his muzzle again, and it took another moment before Verro finally complied and pulled his muzzle away, just before Saber came. His cock twitched sporadically and oozed pre from its tip as the dragon panted, sprawled out on his back. He sighed contentedly and rolled onto his paws as Verro let him go.

He pet Verro lovingly and planted a kiss on his cheek before he tugged on the leash to the bedroom. Saber's chest vibrated with excitement. In the drawer, he pulled out a spreader bar, a tool used to keep a wyvern's hind legs locked into place, and a muzzle, to keep Verro from biting. It was for his safety, so when Verro mounted him, he wouldn't bring up a footpaw and dig his talons into his rump or chew Saber's neck bloody.

Verro knew what the tools were for, too, because he had to wear them every time he bred; and Verro loved breeding. He practically danced in place as he saw Saber bring them out--he knew he would get to mount something, and Saber was happy to oblige.

When Saber went to latch on the padded cuffs, he had to hold down Verro's legs to keep them still. It fastened securely to both his ankles and forced his legs apart. Saber gave Verro's cock a firm squeeze and made him growl with anticipation, his tail thumping against the ground. Then he slipped on his muzzle and fastened it tightly around his snout. Verro's golden eyes looked even lustier than before; Saber was surprised that Verro didn't immediately try to mount him.

Saber stepped onto the bed in the ground ahead of the wyvern and let go of Verro's leash. He cooed softly to him and lifted his tail, just like a wyverness would. He flagged it high and presented to Verro, but when he looked back, Verro was just staring under his tail, seeming to be confused.

Saber swished his hips around and patted his rump to encourage Verro to mount him. Instead of a smooth slit, Saber had a tailhole, balls, and a hard cock bobbing beneath him, things the wyvern hadn't seen before. But he still recognized the gestures and knew that he was supposed to mount the dragon in front of him.

Verro growled and quickly stepped over Saber's smaller body and shoved his hips right up against Saber's, drawing a lusty gasp of air from his lips. His large weight dropped down over Saber's back as his broad chest rested between his wings. Saber braced himself on all fours and groaned as Verro forced himself onto him, successfully mounting the smaller dragon.

Verro's cock poked and prodded, searching for his entrance. Saber winced when he would miss his mark and jab his tailbase with his hard cock. He was usually there to help guide Verro into his mount, but now all he could do was coo encouragingly to him and push his hips up into Verro's lap, eager to feel him slip inside. All of his preparations to take Verro finally led up to this moment. Saber's face was hot and his body was ready.

"That's it, Verro..." Verro was getting closer, and soon that tapered tip was pushing right at his tailhole. Saber felt it start to spread and groaned loudly.

When Verro found purchase at Saber's pucker, he suddenly thrust forward and shoved his thick cock deep into Saber's rump in one movement. Saber cried out with pain tingling in his rear, and he had no time to adjust before Verro started humping him wildly, his lust and instinct taking hold. Saber was completely at Verro's mercy now--just how he liked it, though he never imagined it being this painful. His cock spread Saber wide and stretched his tight passage apart. Verro growled, huffed, and groaned as he humped Saber excitedly, quickly thrusting in and out of the small dragon, whose body rocked back and forth.

Saber's limbs trembled beneath Verro's weight. He was now the hen to her drake, the mare to her stallion. All he had to do now was stand there and let Verro ravage his tailvent. The pain from Verro's penetration soon dissipated, replaced by erotic pleasure as his cock pushed right up against Saber's flaring prostate.

"Aaaaaahhh! That's a good boy... Oooh, s-such a good b-boy," Saber moaned. His flesh throbbed with pleasure and oozed pre that drizzled onto the bedding below him. He relaxed his numb muscles and eagerly took Verro's strong, sporadic thrusts, feeling his cock slide in and out as it pressed deeper and wetly slipped in and out of Saber's spread tailhole.

Verro felt huge inside him, and the longer he rutted Saber, the more cock he could fit inside him. Saber grunted with each of Verro's thrusts. His entire length slipped in and out of Saber's tailhole, putting an immense amount of pressure deep in his rear before he pulled out and thrust forward again. His bulging base patted against Saber's rump and threatened to slip inside him.

Saber's hot face scrunched with pleasure, growls and grunts emanating from his throat as he was taken by a big, feral wyvern. Verro's weight kept pushing him down as the wyvern pounded Saber into the bed. Wings wrapped snugly around Saber's chest before Verro's weight forced Saber's torso to the bed.

"Oooh! Oh, gods! Mmmmmmffff..." Saber shut his eyes tight and moaned out his pleasure between his lusty rumbles. Verro's back arched as he slammed into Saber's raised rump in the new position, and Saber could feel the ridges on his cock dragging across his prostate, his whole cock firmly rubbing and stimulating that special button that made his own member throb and ooze. When his flesh would throb, his muscles clenched Verro tightly, which made the drake growl through his muzzle. Saber could feel and hear his heavy breathing through his nostrils as Verro rubbed his snout against the nape of his neck.

Their hips slapped together repeatedly as Verro mated him. Each thrust sent Verro's thick cock deep inside Saber's abused tailhole. Pre and slippery secretions coated his passage and made it easy for the wyvern to hump him, and the wet slipping noises only grew louder.

Saber lost his senses, deep in his sexual fantasy. He became the wyvernesses he was always jealous of. He was the one being bred by Verro now, the one who would take his seed. Pleasure bloomed in the back of his skull, the pressure in his loins building each time Verro thrust inside him. It felt like his cum would just drizzle out of him, and his pre was already doing just that.

And Verro was unyielding. He never stopped nor slowed down as he pounded against his dragon. He was lost in his feral desires, taking what was his, working toward his climax when he would claim Saber and mark him with his seed. Saber wondered for how long his rump would smell like Verro, how long he would be Verro's hen.

"Oooh, Verro!" Saber moaned as he Verro's wings squeezed tightly around his chest and pulled his body into his powerful thrusts until the wyvern's bulge suddenly squeezed inside him and started swelling like a knot. Saber's eyes shot open as that thickness put an immense amount of pressure just inside his tailhole. It felt huge and it made him gasp for breath as a mixture of pain and intense pleasure filled his body while Verro tugged and pulled, still trying to thrust as he tied with Saber.

The intense feelings were all too much for the dragon, and his orgasm came and trickled out of his throbbing cock. His seed nearly poured out of his tip instead of spurting like normal, and the pleasure felt like an endless river, rushing through his aching loins until he felt relief as his seed spilled onto the bed. His muscles throbbed and squeezed that giant bulge buried inside his rump.

Verro's growls quickly turned into roars as he made his claim. His cum gushed audibly inside Saber and filled his rump with hot, gooey wyvern seed. Through Saber's sheer bliss, he could feel the powerful throbs of Verro's cock and the warmth rushing through his passage. Verro finally stopped humping Saber and went limp on top of him, panting just as much as Saber was while he spilled his load.

Saber's head swam with ecstasy, his body filled with pleasurable numbness. When he finished his orgasm, it was like he had just woken up from a lustful, blissful dream, his senses slowly beginning to return as he panted and shuddered. Verro's heavy weight shoved his torso in the bed and his trembling hind legs could just barely stand. Seed oozed out of his stretched tailhole past Verro's swollen bulge and dripped down his thighs. His rear was sore after being bred by Verro.

Verro's orgasm lasted for a while, maybe even longer than normal, to ensure his hen was thoroughly bred. Saber couldn't tell how much time had passed or how long they had mated, and he worried that someone would come knocking at the door and catch them both, while they were still tied at the hips.

But Verro came back to life and squeezed Saber with his wings, tucking him tightly against his chest before rolling over onto his side to spoon the smaller dragon. Saber hummed softly and felt the bulge inside his tailhole deflate. Verro nuzzled into Saber's neck with the muzzle still on his snout and rumbled deeply. His cock soon returned to its home and slipped out of Saber's rump, and his seed dripped out of his stretched hole.

Saber smiled happily and petted his snout. "That's a very good boy, Verro. Mmmm, that was better than I thought it would be. You liked that too, right?" He could feel the mess under his tail and wondered if other dragons would be able to smell Verro's virile scent on him when he walked past. In a way, he liked that idea--to be marked by the feral wyvern--but at the same time, he worried about other dragons getting too curious.

All he received in response were more rumbling purrs. Saber chuckled and turned onto his other side to face Verro and caressed his cheek before untying the muzzle from his snout. Their eyes met, and Saber licked Verro's lips. Verro licked him back and chirred softly.

Saber grinned and kissed his nose. "You have a cute nose, you know that?"

Verro snorted and shook his head, glaring at him.

Saber giggled and kneaded into Verro's chest with his forepaws while the wyvern's warm, comfortable wings still wrapped around his body. He enjoyed cuddling with Verro, but he was very surprised that the wyvern was snuggling him back. He pulled Saber up against his body and rumbled deeply as he nuzzled and licked Saber's muzzle. Saber basked in the afterglow with Verro, content and satisfied now that his fantasy had been fulfilled.

He reluctantly had to pull away from Verro's loving embrace as time continued to pass. He unlatched the cuffs around his ankles and put away all of the tools he used. The wyvern nosed at him questioningly and followed Saber to the bathroom again. Saber cleaned himself and Verro to wash away their mess. He dried them both off and patted Verro's snout.

"Sorry, handsome. I wish I could stay with you, but someone is going to come around soon. I have to leave, but I'll be back later tonight."

Verro seemed to understand and nuzzled into Saber's paw.

Saber smiled and petted him. "Maybe we'll do this again soon."

His lusty eyes looked into Saber's as if to express his desire for this. Saber cooed and slipped away to put on his clothes. Verro was standing behind him, eyeing Saber's rump as he dressed. Saber worried that Verro would try to mount him again, but he also wanted that too, to have him rip away his clothing and ravage his body... He shuddered and zipped up his uniform.

Saber cleaned up as much of his evidence as he could, but their cum would have to stay until he managed to clean Verro's bedding later. Hopefully no one will notice...

Verro followed him to the door and whimpered softly, which nearly shattered Saber's heart. He hugged around Verro and wrapped his wings over the wyvern. "I'm not leaving you, Verro. I'll be back later today."

Verro grumbled and let Saber hug him. He always seemed to want Saber to stay around, but he never expressed it like this before.

Does Verro think we are mates now that he bred me? Verro never seemed to cling to the females he bred, so why would he want Saber? Did Verro love him? Was he capable of loving? Saber searched in Verro's eyes to find his answers.

"I wish you could speak to me," he said and rubbed Verro's head between his horns. "I love you, Verro. I'll be back, and we'll have our fun again soon." He smiled before turning around to unlock the door. Verro watched him leave as he slipped out of the pen and shut the door behind him. Despite having just had his deepest desires fulfilled, he craved more--he craved Verro.

And it seemed that Verro craved him too, in a way Saber had not expected. He pondered about it as he returned to his quarters and decided that the next time he would spend a whole day with him, away from any wandering eyes.

We'll have our fun again, Verro. I promise.