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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Phew. Wrote this in almost one sitting, which is pretty unusual for me. But I wanted to try some different things, and ended up throwing in just a tiny amount of mild cum inflation at the end. What can I say? This is a bit of a 'self-service' piece, I suppose. A few things I enjoy in stories.

... Anyway. ENJOY! :D

Territorial Compromise

It wasn't a big territory Lyon watched over, but it was his own. He didn't have to share it with any other dragons, and he could do whatever he wanted as long as he stayed within his boundaries. Fortunately, those boundaries were fairly loosely defined, so he could always move them as he saw fit... As long as his roar was louder and claws sharper than any potential rivals. And there weren't many that could surpass either of those traits. See, Lyon was one of the last of the aetherial dragons - once guardians in the employ of the Elven Empire, they were bred specifically for their exceptional battle prowess and intelligence.

Of course, since the fall of the Empire, most of the aetherials had fled either to the north, or perished as they didn't know how to take care of themselves. Lyon was one of the few that was lucky enough to know how to hunt, and also capable enough to make it on his own. He was a smart dragon. Well, that's what he told himself anyway. After all, you've got to compliment yourself when no one else is around to do so!

On this particular day, Lyon was peering out over his territory from the perk outside the den. His dark scales shone in the light with a purple tinge, running along the dragon's entire body and making his sky turquoise eyes stand out an extra notch. Gaze travelling over the canopies, he caught a glimpse of a distant shape moving towards the forest. Strange. It was bigger than deer, and certainly didn't seem like an elven construction - besides, the locals knew to stay out of the forest for their own good.

Launching himself into flight from his perch, the large male dragon soared across the treetops, eyes scouting below him for any sign of the shape. The sharp eyes caught glimpses of foxes, wolves, and even a few lynx, but none of them matched the strange silhouette that Lyon had spied.

But his nose could pick up scents more easily than his eyes could pick up shapes. He couldn't see the being, but he could smell it. It wasn't a creature he was used to smelling. It had a strong scent, and there was a tinge of blood to it. Was it wounded? Or had it recently hunted? No one hunted on an aetherials territory - not without some sort of compensation!

Lyon grit his teeth with a sour motion, doing a twist in mid-air and changing direction as his nose honed in on the scent. It was mixed with water, and there was only a single lake in the entire forest. He had his prey now. Bashing the wings against the air, the dragon dived through the treetops and came in low over the water. There it was; the source of the scent. A dragon that was smaller than himself, sitting against a tree with half pawful of fish.

With a roar, the aetherial settled onto the banks of the lake, his eyes piercing the green scaled dragon with blue stripes. Voice quivering with rage, Lyon gave his unwelcome guest one chance; "Who in the blazing rivers are you, and what business dares bring you to my territory, stranger?"

Clearly taken aback by the sudden outburst, the smaller dragon scrambled to his feet, meeting Lyon's growl with one of his own. His teeth were covered his fish scales and water as he lowered himself into a defensive posture. "N-No! D-Don't hurt me, please! I just - I come from afar, needed to rest my wings. Been a very long journey for me. Didn't smell your scent, my apologies!"

Articulate for a dragon. Lyon figured his intruder to be from the desert, as they had a renown for being hoarders of knowledge and language. "Your excuses bore me, stranger. Give me your name before I lose my patience."

"A- Avyr, sire. My name is Avyr," slow paced, the smaller dragon raised his head slowly. "I'll leave you territory - promise! By the scale on my back, I'll leave. Just please don't hurt me, sire."

He was cute, Lyon couldn't deny that. A little bit on the submissive side, but he feigned a brave face and it was admirable. The aetherial let out a huff and shook his head; no matter how cute, he couldn't allow such an intrusion to pass unpunished. "You have trespassed upon my territory, young dragon. If you desire, you may try and leave. You may run, flee; fly as far as your little wings can take you, but know that if you ever return, you will lose your flight."

The smaller dragon let out a squeak, backing into his defensive posture again. His wings raised in an attempt to make himself bigger before his enormous opponent, but Lyon wasn't impressed. He'd seen wyverns bigger than Avyr from the east.

"However," the dark dragon smirked as he swayed his tail. "As the nights get so awful tiresome here, I am willing to offer you a bargain. Be mine for the night, and you may leave on the dawn. Unharmed. You will receive what supplies you may desire, and you will be welcome to return in the future."

"T-The night...?" Avyr stammered, his tail tip swaying from side to side as he seemed to chew the words. "What'd you like to do with me...?"

"Oh, that is not the kind of bargain this is, Avyr - you take the offer or you turn it down. No more information. No backing out. I am a fair creature, and I will not harm you once I have made the promise. But you have only this chance."

Whilst the green dragon was pondering the offer, Lyon took the time to examine him by the eye. He was quite slim, and he guessed he'd been in battle at least once - a scar down his side betrayed that fact. Scratched scales, worn claws, and bleached wings. Perhaps a century of life behind him, a prime age for a small dragon like that.

Nodding his green head slowly, Avyr swallowed his breath. "You're bigger than me... It would be stupid to try and run. You promise not to hurt me? I will do what you want me to."

The agreement was met with a growl upon Lyon's muzzle. He could feel a warmth in his belly as he took a step towards the nervous dragon. "I promise you will leave here unhurt. We keep our promises, Avyr, regardless what your elders may tell you."

And then he took a leap forwards, bounding onto the smaller dragon with a playful growl. His claws dug into the dirt on either side of Avyr's head, and he could hear a surprised yelp escape from the intruder. But he didn't struggle. He didn't resist - in fact, the aetherial's presence was beginning to work its magic on the smaller dragon, whose tail had begun to wag. And to Lyon? That was all the signal he needed. His long tail-tip, which was spiked with a bone rippling bone growth that gave it extra hardness, trailed along the smaller dragon's underside.

The green scales vibrated at the touch. His bared belly was inviting; submissive, waiting, and completely at the mercy of his 'master'. It had been so long since the dark dragon had last been this close to another of his species. It was intoxicating. The scent so strong, so overpowering that he could feel his body reacting to it, and he was certain Avyr could smell it too.

His tail worked its way down between the green dragon's hindlegs, trailing a line over both thighs and another line down his slit. It was a startle for Avyr, who reacted by coiling his tail upwards in surprise. Though it soon went back against the grass as he relaxed against the tender touch. And then the tail tip explored a little further, pressing into the slit - an action that made the green dragon moan out quite loudly.

What a wonderous feeling that was. Warm. Slippery. Velvet. And right there, at the centre, a ridged shaft was hiding, just waiting to be summoned... And what better tool for such a task, than a prehensile dragon tail? Oh yes, Lyon applied all precision he had to coil the bony end of the tail around the tip of his partner's shaft. It pulsed, throbbed with excitement, and as a reward another moan escaped from the submissive one.

"You are quite excitable," Lyon chirped, tightening the tail around Avyr's shaft, carefully caressing it as it began to escape its hiding spot.

Those green scales on his cheeks made Avyr's blush all the more obvious. "I- I have never been with a male before... It is taboo in my flock. I have mated with females, but never a male."

Oh yes. That would indeed explain it. With a reassuring nuzzle, the aetherial began to rumble, withdrawing his tail from the slit when he determined enough had been teased out. Hips lowering against his partner, the dark dragon allowed himself to purr when he felt the smaller dragon's slit against his own. That shaft, half erect from his teasing, rubbed just over the exterior of his slit. He could barely contain himself - he felt a surge of excitement and began to grind down against the green dragon, eliciting more moans from his partner.

It was such a pleasant feeling. The tapering tip managed to brush just against his own hidden member, continuously running along ridges before disturbing the tip. Indeed, it didn't take long before his shaft was pushing back against Avyr's, and the slit rubbing became frotting, with precum leaking in copious amounts from both males.

That was when Lyon was ready for the next stage. He allowed his purple member to slide down the smaller dragon - making sure to leave a sticky trail of his precum along the way - to the waiting tailhole. There was no sign of resistance from the green dragon. Not unless the near constant whimper and moaning was resistance among his kin.

"Now I make you mine," Lyon growled, giving into his primal instincts as he plunged his shaft into the smaller dragon. In response, Avyr let out a cry of pain mixed with intense pleasure, his shaft spurting precum onto the aetherial's dark belly scales. "Make no effort to be quiet, Avyr, no one can hear you here."

Another hard thrust shoved another quarter of the dragon cock into the submissive male. It felt incredible to Lyon. It had been so long since he last mated, that he'd forgotten the warmth that clutched at your shaft. All the excitement only drove him on, his tip spearing the tailhole easily thanks to the mix of Avyr and Lyon's precum. It wasn't until half the purple dragonhood was sunk into the tightness that the aetherial allowed himself a moment to recuperate.

And then he pulled back; just a ridge. It tricked the muscles into relaxing, and allowed the dark dragon a moment of opportunity to plunge further in. And the scent of lust, sex, and juices that filled the air? That only worked to drive Lyon crazy with need. With the final and biggest ridge sunk into his partner, he pulled back out again, leaving just the tip of his member as well as the first ridge inside.

"Now," he panted, his maw moving closer to Avyr's neck. "It begins." As the words departed his lips, the jaws locked around the green scales, and his muscular, strong hips thrust forwards again. There was no give this time. With the smaller dragon kept in place by the jaws, he couldn't slide along the grass, and he was forced to take the entire shaft in one go. Just when he thought it would be over, the dominant male pulled back and immediately pushed forth again.

The pace was a blur. Primal instincts had washed over and clouded Lyon's mind, and he couldn't even see. He could feel. Every inch his member touched. He could feel the dragon relaxing, the need, the prostate... The impending orgasm. It was coming. Soon. The fire in his belly was rising to an inferno; his balls ached as the slapped noisily against the underside of the green dragon's tail.

His jaws clenched harder around Avyr's neck, the scales cracking as blood dripped onto the grass below. This was it. He could feel it. With a final hard, merciless punch of the hips, the dragon buried his shaft so deep in his partner that he could've sworn he felt his heart with the tip of his rod.

Unleashing a proverbial flood of scorching seed into Avyr, the aetherial didn't let up the bite. He could feel the cum keep rushing through his length, filling the smaller male to the brim. It was only when he heard a whimpering groan that Lyon let go, and he saw the male blissfully staring back at him, his eyes full of lust. Giving another soft thrust, the aetherial smirked back at his partner; the thrust pushing his member against Avyr's prostate, setting off his orgasm and causing the smaller male to shoot his seed all over his belly and chest scales.

As both their orgasms subsided, Lyon trailed a claw over the sticky mess on the green scales. There was an element of his race that he hadn't quite revealed to the smaller male - they carried a tremendous amount of seed, but he figured he'd notice the slight swelling to his belly sooner or later.

Settling down on top of Avyr, Lyon smiled and licked the male affectionately over the cheeks. "How do I compare to your females, trespasser?"

"You... You don't..." the blush re-emerged as the dragon smiled. "They don't tend to do that."

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Morning had come faster than Lyon expected. He barely remembered much from the previous night - well, not after the mating session, anyway. But clearly he'd made his way back to his cave. Peering around, he wasn't seeing the green dragon anywhere. Had he already left? But he hadn't grabbed any supplies...

Concern washed over the aetherial, and he rushed to the mouth of the cave. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sunlight, but when they did, he saw something he didn't quite expect. Avyr was making his way back to the cave, a basket of freshly caught fish dangling from his front teeth. It seemed the smaller male had been fishing? And done quite an excellent job of it, judging by the overflowing herrings.

"Where have you been?" Lyon asked, even though the question had been answered already. "I thought you would have taken the supplies and left by now."

"Rob you? Never. Truth be told," the green dragon set the basket down, shaking water off his scales. "There's not much for me out there. I'm no warrior, but I'm a good hunter. You promised you wouldn't hurt me, and - well - you certainly haven't."

"Is there a point to this, Avyr?"

Taking a deep breath, the smaller male nodded and bowed his forelegs, prostrating himself before the larger dragon. "I request permission to stay in your lands, sire. I will find my own place here, I will hunt, and I will give a share of my food to you. All I ask is... All I desire is your protection."

That was... unusual, to say the least. Lyon hadn't had any other dragons in his lands for decades, but... it wasn't entirely undesirable. Much as he enjoyed the time to ponder the world mysteries, he found he missed a certain level of interaction. "Very well. You may stay. But I will have to teach you about fighting nonetheless - there are nasty wyverns across the mountains, and I don't want to see you hurt... My friend."

THE END