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The life of a dragon wasn't easy, especially not as a young adult. Veyran had no hoard to speak of, used a tiny cave in the middle of a swamp as a lair, and hadn't kidnapped any princesses yet. His self-esteem wasn't helped by the fact that it was currently mating season, and of course, he hadn't found a partner either. He had no idea where to begin with that. Maybe today would be different; it was, after all, a whole new day, and each day brings new possibilities.

Emerging from his murky lair, the young black drake stretched, groggily. He looked at his vague reflection in the green-tinged swamp water. He looked tired, eyes half-lidded and his movements sluggish, but at least his youthful, lanky body looked great. He had the typical curved horns of his kind, cheeks encrusted with spiky scales, and a beautiful fin stretching from the top of his head to all the way down his neck. His scales were shiny with swamp-slime. All in all he was a rather handsome, if currently fearsome sight.

The other dragons didn't usually socialize much with the black ones. It might've been because of their choice of habitat, their rumoured cruelty, or the fact that they breathed acid rather than fire, or a combination of those factors. Or perhaps simple prejudice based on appearance; the curved horns were sharp and evil-looking and his black claws intimidating, suggesting barely contained violence.

Of course, if there was any inherent evilness in him, Veyran hadn't noticed it yet. At best, at his current point in life, the black drake simple wanted the basics; a hoard, a lair, a few princesses, and hopefully a mate to stick his cock into. His thoughts lingered a while on that last point, and he became aware of his rather obvious morning wood. His curved, spined cock was jutting out of his slit, jet black and shiny like the rest of his body, and unmistakeably signalled his arousal to the world. Or it would have, had anyone else been there; he was vaguely aware of a few other black dragons living in the same swamp, but he'd never met them, being a rather solitary species.

He reached underneath himself with a foreleg, gingerly wrapping his rather articulated foot around his maleness. He gave the member a squeeze, and snorted with pleasure. He had just brought himself to climax before sleep, too, and it was like this again? Without a mate, he figured he'd waste half his waking time masturbating. Such was the fate of all young males, but especially dragons, being a very sexual species.

Still, now was not the time, and Veyran forced himself to stop stroking his throbbing cock, taking a deep breath and focusing on letting it retreat back into his slit ever so slowly. Instead, he'd have to take care of the basic needs for the day; get food, get treasure, hunt for a mate, in that order. There wasn't much to eat in the swamp beyond frogs, which tasted foul even to a marsh-dweller like Veyran, so he figured he'd have to head elsewhere. That, of course, risked him intruding upon an older dragon's territory, but he had little choice.

The young drake set off. It was a cloudy day, which made for pleasant travels, especially for a black dragon. He didn't like the sun very much; it dried up his scales and made them harden up instead of being smooth and supple.

Of course, while he was currently looking for food, there were other thoughts that plagued his mind, threatening to distract from the task at hand. It was mating season, yet he didn't feel terribly interested in finding a female. There was peer pressure, of course - everyone else had a mate, so he had to have one too - but deep inside, he really didn't feel much desire for one. This fact, in turn, invited other unbidden thoughts, ones he tried hard to suppress. It was, he supposed, possible that he was gay, but the thought frightened him. Being with another male in that way was a taboo among his kind. He was aware that other breeds didn't consider it one, and even encouraged such acts, but they were lesser species. That's what he was always told anyway, and while he might not have actively believed it, it was an opinion ingrained into his subconscious.

At first, he walked; taking off from the swamp wasn't easy. It was a rather tranquil, if dismal place; gnarled and twisted trees blocked a lot of the limited light that'd otherwise light the green water and occasional batches of moss. His little hole was in the side of a small hill rising from the water; mostly rock on the inside, but covered entirely in dirt.

He heard frogs croaking and even the occasional bird chirping as he waded through the knee-deep water. Smaller animals might drown here, but even as a drake he was large enough compared to others, and of course, being a black dragon, he could breathe underwater. Not that he wanted to. His scales were designed to protect him from this water, but his gills were another story, being far better for clean water.

He reached a clearing and unfurled his wings, taking off with a mighty flap. Water fell from his body, returning into the swamp below as he rose into the air, majestic and mighty in appearance even in his youthful age. He flew towards the plains, where he knew wild animals grazed. He didn't go in that direction often, wanting to preserve the population of prey, but the last few days he had gone to the mountains in the other direction, and now it was time for some horse meat, or perhaps buffalo. He found himself drooling at the very idea, his stomach growling. He hadn't noticed how hungry he was before he started flying, but now his body was crying out for energy to sustain itself, to sustain flight. As he grew older, he'd probably learn magic to supplement the natural lift of his wings, and then it'd all be easier. But right now, flight was arduous work.

Flying high enough to be unnoticed by those on the ground unless they were expecting him, he surveyed the plains. It was a beautiful place, an endless sea of green, with rolling hills like waves in the ocean. Through the plains snakes a lazy river which appeared almost still on the average day, taking its time in reaching the ocean many miles away.

The drake noticed a flock of wild horses gathered near the river. With his breakfast in sight, he swept down. The horses didn't notice him before he was close enough for the flapping of his wings to reach them, and by then it was far too late. The herd set off galloping away, but Veyran's draconic speed was more than a match for them. He set his sights on the biggest one - why settle for the old and weak when you have an arsenal of claws, teeth and acid? - and tackled it from the air, sending both tumbling on the grass. Before the equine had any chance of recovering, the drake finished it with a quick bite to the neck. It was over before it even begun, and the dragon roared triumphantly.

Of course, the fact was that he had over 600 kilos of meat now, and dragging that to his lair wouldn't be the most fun thing imaginable. That realization made Veyran quickly deflate, his headfin sinking down, accompanied by a sigh. Still, he weighed around two tons himself, so it wasn't an impossible task, just tedious, and he could forget about flying until his magic skills developed.

With a grunt, the dragon swung the dead horse onto his back, raising his powerful wings to keep it in place, and set off.

What he didn't notice was another drake, slightly smaller than himself, who had been watching his short hunt. It followed him at a distance, taking care to remain downwind and out of sight from the black dragon.

Veyran managed to keep a decent pace, even though the horse's massive weight threatened to make his knees buckle. At least a massive amount of meat like that would feed him for some time. He saw a few other dragons during his walk back, but most of them fully grown males. He'd have to try to find a receptive female later, although the thought still didn't appeal much to him. Still, the very concept of sex threatened to make his cock grow hard again, and he forced the thoughts out of his mind; walking around with an obvious erection was too embarrassing. At least he wasn't flying.

Meanwhile, the drake following him admired his form. Veyran was sleek but muscular, with the typical aquadynamic shape of black dragons, and his spine was rather fetching too. Not to mention the way his scales reflected sunlight, appearing almost purple in hypnotizing midnight shades.

Much later, Veyran reached the edge of "his" swamp. He still had a distance to go; flying over the landscape made it easy to forget just how far apart everything actually was if you had to scale cliffs, avoid rivers, wander through rough terrain and so on. He dropped his prey onto the ground and flopped down on his side, with a heavy thud. His back ached. His legs ached. He didn't want to have to ever move again.

As Veyran laid there, the other drake made his presence known, approaching him with a non-threatening posture, ears splayed and head-fin folded down. Veyran jumped regardless when he suddenly spoke.

"You look like you could use some help," the other drake spoke. He was red, with the characteristic deep crimson color of his species. From the lack of the typical red "beard" of spikes, Veyran deduced that the other drake was a little younger than himself, even though they were roughly the same size. Perhaps the red was a little smaller, but not significantly so.

"I'm not really in the mood for trickery," Veyran replied, wearily. With red dragons, you could rarely trust the first impressions. This one appeared friendly, but he definitely had ulterior motives of some kind; almost no dragonkin would offer help without expecting anything in return, beyond perhaps the golds and silvers. Absolutely not the reds.

"Well, I did see you had more meat than you could reasonably expect to eat by yourself..." the red dragon began. "But oh, where are my manners? I am Chiron, and as I expect you've noticed-"

"-you're a red dragon, I noticed" Veyran interrupted him. He certainly had the pompous and long-winded manner of speech down, as one would expect would red dragons. "I'm Veyran", he replied, sitting up. The ache in his muscles reminded him that he'd probably want to accept the red's offer, lest he had to carry the horse through the swamp, too, while wading in knee-high muck.

The two talked for a while. Chiron insisted that he had no motives beyond wanting a full stomach, and however much Veyran tried to fish out whatever he was hiding, the red drake was a like a stone wall. Eventually, he agreed; if the red helped carry his catch home, he'd get to eat his fill once. It was a fair enough deal, and Chiron agreed. What was trickier was deciding how they would share the burden, and they ended up quartering the body then and there for easier transport; being quadruped dragons, sharing the load wasn't quite plausible.

The rest of the trip went easy enough. Veyran led the way, and Chiron followed, staring at the black drake's shapely rear as he waded through the swamp. The swampwater was a bit of a bother, but the other male's beautiful tail and haunches made it all worth it, and he couldn't wait to try to get closer to it. He didn't consider it much of an ulterior motive; after all, surely it was obvious that he was attracted to him?

Well, perhaps it was a little sneaky. Still, admiring the brief tantalizing glimpses he got of the black's tailhole and genital slit as his tail swayed side to side with his gait_, it's really more like public service, or charity, even!_ Although he was younger than Veyran, he was likely more cunning thanks to his heritage.

Chiron crept up closer to the black drake as they waded through the swamp, gradually getting into his personal space while talking about the weather, hoards, princesses, and other small talk topics any dragon could relate to. Eventually, he was flank to flank with him.

Veyran found it all a little annoying, but the idea that another male would be hitting on him didn't come to him immediately. Rather, he presumed that the red youngling was just lonely, or very hungry and trying to look for an opportunity to take his share of the meat too. He didn't mind it too much though, because as much as the clinginess frustrated him, it was kinda nice to be physically close to someone for a change; after all, he'd been alone for months now after leaving his parents' nest. He just wished it was a female instead.

They arrived at Veyran's den, but instead of going inside it and getting the meat doused with swamp water, they settled on top of the hill he lived under. It wasn't too bad; it was just above where all the insects usually were, and the mossy ground was soft and comfortable. Finally shedding their heavy burdens, both drakes settled down to eat. Chiron had his meat raw, while Veyran let his acidic breath break down the tough sinewy parts first. The red drake seemed more interested in watching him than actually eating, however, only taking a few nibbles as he watched the older male's peculiar eating habits. Still, the black drake was oblivious to his flirting, so he figured he had to get more obvious.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a quite handsome dragon?" he asked in the smoothest, most seductive tone he could muster, inching closer to Veyran.

"-hm?" the other male replied, looking up from his meal and barely hearing what his new friend was saying. "Handsome? Me?"

"Yes indeed. I bet you've had quite a few females already..." Chiron continued, now close enough to rub into the sexy drake.

At this point, Veyran was starting to get flustered by how touchy the red was being. "N- no, I've n-" he managed, before Chiron gave him a shove, pushing him onto his side and startling him, before quickly pushing his muzzle into his slit. Before Veyran had any chance to protest, the other male stuck his tongue into him, and the sudden rush of pleasure made his mind empty out as blood rushed to his cock instead.

"Oh?" Chiron replied. "Maybe you're more into males, then. Just relax..." he spoke, his breath hot on Veyran's black maleness, which was now peeking out of his slit. Chiron wrapped his lips around it and caressed it with his tongue, as if he was French-kissing a lover. His cock was musky after a day's hunt, but the sweaty aromatic taste only excited the red drake further.

Veyran wasn't sure how to react. Vaguely, he thought how males doing this with other males was wrong, but the pleasure was overriding the logical part of his brain and handing over the reins to a part of him that only wanted to get deeper into the red drake's warm and wet muzzle. Involuntarily, his hips moved, sliding his rapidly growing member further into the other's mouth. The way the red's tongue danced on his flesh and the gentle suction has his very spine tingling, all senses inflamed with arousal and forbidden pleasure.

Chiron's paw crept under his tail, encouraging the black drake to hump his mouth by pulling him inwards. Unable to resist, Veyran was soon rocking his hips back and forth, his mind protesting but his body eager to enjoy the male's maw and soon fill it with his draconic cum. In and out he slid, his virgin body quickly overwhelmed with pleasure and his internal testes ready to spill his seed.

He didn't last long. With a snort and a quiver going through his body, he squirted his thick draconic cum into someone else's body for the first time, just as nature intended. He'd masturbated before, but none of it felt as good as this; an explosive release of tension engulfing his whole hindquarters, cock throbbing as rope after rope spurted into the other drake's maw. It was tangy and stringy, and Chiron rolled the globs of cum across his tongue, enjoying the massive load of seed in his mouth. He gulped down two mouthfuls of it - loudly, so the black dragon could hear - and gently pumped his maleness for the last dregs of it, making sure every single drop made It across his tongue and into his throat.

Of course, he wasn't done yet. With the black dragon dazed and utterly relaxed with post-orgasmic bliss, it was time for step two of his plan. His own proud red cock was sticking out fully from its slit, eager for attention, and that was exactly what he was planning to give it. He stuck his cold nose under the black dragon's tail., causing Veyran to shiver and twitch, although with his climax having sapped all strength from his muscles, he didn't have the energy to do anything more.

With one paw, the red lifted his tail out of the way, admiring the sexy little hole underneath, almost pink in colour and contrasting nicely with his black scales. The muskiness was strong, and Chiron couldn't resist having a quick taste of what he was about to claim. He planted his muzzle firmly against the black drake's tailhole and stuck his hot tongue out against the ring of flesh, pressing hard into the opening.

"W-what are you- gnh-" Veyran weakly protested as he felt the red drake's slippery tongue push past his defences, lubricating his tight little hole as it did so. It was a strange feeling, like someone scratching an itch he didn't know was there. Like tickling, but much better. And easily hot enough that he started growing erect again, thanks to his youthful stamina. What was one climax to someone used to masturbating at least three times a day?

Chiron ate the other drake's ass rather passionately, licking in and around the increasingly more welcoming sphincter, until he found himself so ablaze with passion that he couldn't stop his hips from moving back and forth, even though he wasn't even in position yet. The black drake laid on his side, but he could make it work, might even be able to pull off a kiss if Veyran had warmed up enough to sex with other males yet.

The black drake had no idea what was going on. Or, he did, on some deep and instinctive level, but it was all happening too fast and feeling far too good for him to protest. He knew that the red was preparing him for a mating, and he was somehow alright with that. He'd always thought he'd lose his virginity by mounting a female, but there'd never been a real interest in it. This, on the other hand, felt incredibly right. He clenched around the red's invading tongue, and it felt so good he did it again. Was this how females felt when they were mounted? Probably not, he had seen Chiron's cock, and it was far bigger than his tongue. Would it feel better, too, or was it too big for him?

He was fully hard again by the time his new gay lover finished up eating out his ass. His whole body felt tingly, but his energy had returned. As Chiron moved to properly mount and mate him, he quickly got onto his feet. At first, the red dragon took this as a protest and moved back, but when Veyran raised his tail needily, baring himself for the other male and wiggling his rear in an unmistakeable invitation, he smirked. This had been much easier than he'd expected; he'd obviously been right about the black being gay too, or they definitely wouldn't be at this point yet. He licked his lips at the sight even as his instincts took full control.

With the black dragon in the proper position, Chiron climbed on top of him with a flap of his wings. The sudden weight of the dominant younger dragon made him grunt, but the feeling of his hot, pre-covered maleness nudging under his tail, eager to sink into him, made it all worth it. The red drake thrust forward gently, and after a few near misses, the tip of his maleness caught in the black drake's saliva-slicked tailhole and spread it open around the point glans. Veyran trembled under the other male, a thousand thoughts rushing through his head. I'm about to be mated like a female. No, not like a female, like a male... we're both males, and we want each other...

With that, the red drake finally hit his mark, and sunk halfway into Veyran's rear. He was relaxed enough that it didn't hurt, but it did make him feel very full, more so with each inch of draconic meat penetrating him. Full, and right. The red gave a triumphant roar as he pushed himself as deep into the other dragon's body as he could, getting his insides slippery with copious precum. It wasn't the first male the red took, but it was the first one near his own age, and felt like a hot vice around his maleness. It felt like his body was trying to massage and milk his seed out of him, and he was all too happy to oblige. He began rocking his hips gently, nudging and rubbing into the hidden pleasure spots deep inside the black drake, threatening to send his partner into spasms of pleasure.

Veyran was panting and drooling. Each time the red drake withdrew from his body, he felt empty and yearned for the next buck of his hips, and when that came, burying his thick member back inside him, right where it belonged, it threatened to shatter his mind with bliss.

Both were beyond into it. With each thrust the red made, more precum spilled into the Veyran, and the slicker his passage, the more pleasurable the penetration became. He was rocking back to meet Chiron's thrusts now, slamming his rear back against the male mounting him. His own stringy, glistening precum was forming a puddle on the ground now, the cock massaging his prostate causing it to drool out, heralding another climax.

Chiron knew he wasn't going to last long, not with a lover this eager and tight. He closed his jaws around Veyran's neck possessively. The black drake knew what that meant, but he'd never imagined that he'd be the one being bitten. He was about to get truly claimed, about to get filled with another male's seed. The thought excited him way more than he thought it would, and he squeezes down around the invading member as if to encourage the red drake to spill his load into his accepting body.

Driving into his mate with wild abandon, Chiron finally reached his climax, his internal testicles contracting and unleashing a flood of scalding hot dragon cum into his made. He gave a few more wet, squelching thrusts as pulse after pulse of his gooey seed filled the black drake. Feeling the heat spread in his lower belly, Veyran groaned and whined. Pushing his hips back to get the red drake's length as far inside him as possible.

Finally the two collapsed into a boneless heap, affectionately and unthinkingly nuzzling at each other, like mates or lovers. Then again, that was what they were, wasn't it? There was nothing to say that one's partner had to be the opposite sex other than old, meaningless traditions. And if being having another male buried deep inside you felt this good, it had to be right. Neither of them needed to say it, the understanding absolute and mutual; they were officially a couple now. Veyran gave his mate a loving lick on the muzzle.

Of course, there was one thing left to do. The black drake hadn't reached his second climax, which meant that there was at least one more load of draconic love-juice to fill someone with, and as he embraced his mate, he knew exactly where it should go. It took some coaxing, but soon enough he was under Chiron's tail, jackhammering his way to another messy orgasm.

After many more matings, with both drakes sore, aching, and most importantly full of each other's seed to the point of dripping as they walked, they cuddled up together for the night in their shared swamp-nest. Turns out finding someone for mating season wasn't so hard if you knew where to look.