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Closing his eyes for a moment Prander let out a long sigh, he had been travelling all day, and though the dragon he sat atop wasn't uncomfortable he was starting to become tired. The sun would be setting soon anyway, hiding behind the steep mountain that he was working his way around now. Prander followed a small but well used road, the steady rolling of Hyranyr walking beneath him only working to enforce the idea that they would need to stop for rest soon.

Prander was fairly average as far as his species went, light brown fur covering his body, with white fur running along his belly, reaching up to cover his jaw. His paws were a deep black, even the softer paw pads of his hands and feet the same colour as the fur covering his paws. That same black rested at the tip of his tail and ears, and a faint outline seemed to trace his eyes and nose. Beneath him was something much more impressive, Hyranyr. The drake was easily double his size, and looked to be fairly dangerous, with pointed, dark blue scales covering his body, which could defend against even sharpened steel. There was more to the dragon than just scales though, with light blue horns pushing up out of his head, one resting above his nose, and a trail of them reaching down along his spine.

His cheeks were framed by similar horns, smaller and more fragile looking, but sure to help defend the dragon for anything seeking to attack him there. At the tip of Hyranyr's tail a bunch of spikes gathered together, reminding Prander of a mace, though one that was much more threatening looking, being housed at the end of a strong drake's tail. All round the dragon looked like a threatening creature, capable of defending itself against anything looking to fight. Hyranyr wasn't a fighter though, in fact the blue drake was more of a mount for Prander, carrying him and his luggage from town to town as he worked to earn a bit of coin.

Prander had never really been able to find a steady job, and he wasn't overly adept at interacting with other sentient races. It wasn't a lack of language, or some cultural thing, rather Prander was just an overly shy cougar, having issues approaching people. With that shyness in mind, he had managed to find a somewhat decent job, helping to care for beasts when he could, and most people were happy to pay with a shelter or on rare occasions even coin. If someone really needed an animal looked after they wouldn't go looking for Prander, but he could help ensure that they were healthy and comfortable, and people liked to know that.

Prander couldn't remember how he had come across Hyranyr to begin with, but they had been attached for quite a while now, the blue drake happily carrying the cougar where he wished to go. Sometimes Hyranyr would sneak off on some secret dragon business, and Prander let him have that freedom. Most people would worry about letting an animal like a dragon wonder off on their own, there was always the chance they would just keep wondering after all. Hyranyr always came back though, never leaving for more than a few days. Finally deciding that they had walked for long enough, Prander squeezed lightly against Hyranyr's sides with his boot covered paws, patting the drake on the cheek gently to get his attention.

Knowing his rider well enough Hyranyr pulled over to the side of the road, hearing Prander groan above him as the cougar stretched, leaning back while keeping himself in the saddle with his legs, being sure not to stab himself with any of the spikes behind him. It had been a hassle trying to get a saddle for the drake when they seemed to be covered in such an unfriendly manner of pointy objects. Once Hyranyr reached the thick grass on the road side Prander slipped out of the saddle, not wanting to be seated in the saddle for any longer than necessary, it could become quite a hassle when he was sitting most of the day.

Hyranyr was patient as Prander set about removing the saddle, taking off the heavy packs that carried what little luggage he had first, then working on the straps that kept the saddle from falling off of the dragon. Hyranyr let out an appreciative rumble in thanks, stretching his own back for a bit, his wings fanning out above him. It was nice to be out of the saddle for a bit. Setting out a small pack of meat for Hyranyr, Prander set to making a small camp, gathering some of the larger stones he could find on the road side. Hyranyr dropped to the ground, resting for a bit, even with his tough draconic paws the road could begin to wear him out, and the grass was nice and soft.

He watched the cougar build a ring out of stones, and knew there would soon be a steady fire inside it. Deciding that he was thirsty Hyranyr got to his paws again, looking around and listening, trying to identify any source of water. Prander had a large skin filled with water that he could drink from, but Hyranyr always preferred something fresher. He couldn't hear any running water, which was no surprise as this side of the mountain appeared to be more stone than rock, but it was easy to find a small pond, filled with water that was fresh enough. Prander looked up for a moment as Hyranyr walked off towards something that had caught the drake's interest.

He didn't bother to try and follow them, instead still working on the makeshift campsite, the sun would be gone soon, and even though it rarely got cold in these areas it was always nice to sit beside a warm fire. Hyranyr had kept his eyes open as he made his way to the pond, and had spotted a few things that had interested him. There were some trails of creatures that might be fun to hunt down, which would certainly be tastier than the meat Prander provided him with, which was never fresh. There were more than just small game tracks though, and his sharp eyes caught faint trail leading up the mountain.

There was something that interested him more than food, and after gulping down a few mouthfuls of the cool water Hyranyr started wondering up the mountain, picking out small holes and entrances into its rocky heart. His investigation didn't last long though, as he heard Prander calling out his name, not with a sense of urgency, but he knew that the cougar liked to sit with him for a bit before he left to do his own dragon stuff. Giving one last glance up the steep hills, he slowly turned around, letting out a huff at the slight annoyance of keeping Prander company instead of enjoying himself.

He didn't dislike the cougar in any way; in fact he found them to be friendly compared to a lot of the other creatures that walked on two legs. They were too neat though, always doing exactly what they should be doing, never running off to just have fun, and even Hyranyr could see that they were awkward around other anthro's. It didn't take him long to reach the dimly lit fire that signified Prander's camp, his big paws easily covering the small distance without any of the weight on his back. Hyranyr could easily manage the weight of the gear and Prander, but it was nice to be free of it, it made him feel much lighter, and quicker to fit.

Prander glanced up as Hyranyr entered the area, night slowly reaching out to take the light of day into its care until morning. It was still easy to see, and there was no need for a fire yet, but Prander found it was much easier to start one when the light was still covering the land. He would keep it small for now, but feed more wood into it once it actually started to get dark. Hyranyr slumped down next to him, resting his large head near Prander's lap, who gave the blue dragon some lazy pats along his head. Hyranyr, showing that he was happy with the touch of Prander's soft paws let out a quiet grumble.

Prander didn't have a reason for keeping Hyranyr around for now, but he liked to spend a bit of time with the dragon when he was out of the saddle, to try and show that he didn't just use them as a beast of burden, though that was pretty much all they were. He never planned on seeing Hyranyr fight, and didn't see much else the dragon would be useful for, their rough looking exterior definitely not matching any categories that people would look for in a pet. Prander let his mind wonder, thinking back to the town he had recently visited. It wasn't a very large place, and there was already an establishment where people could have their animals tended to, but he still found a place to stay and some food by helping out where he could.

Prander had even managed to make a small amount of coin, which rested in the purse tied to his belt. It wasn't much, but it meant that he could stay in a bed without worrying about the people that owned it. As much as he was grateful for the soft places to sleep that people offered for his help, he never found himself enjoying their company. Things always just seemed too awkward for him, other people always talked about random things, with no purpose he could figure out, and often tried to make him join in conversations. Prander could talk well enough, and didn't have too much trouble when it came to business, but he could never quite grasp small talk, sometimes finding nothing to say, and other times bringing up awkward subjects.

Because of that reason the cougar didn't find himself with a lot of friends, though that wasn't because of anyone else, just the fact that it was hard for people to connect with him. As a growing male he had never had any experience with females, which had earned him no small amount of ridicule in his home town, which was one of the many reasons that he left. Being a male, he had thought about what it would be like to lay with a female plenty, but could never bring himself to try and broach the subject, even when it seemed like others would have been happy spending some private time with him.

He had found some males somewhat attractive too, but mostly found himself thinking about what it would be like to lay with the opposite sex. Though they were only ever thoughts, and sometimes dreams, though the cougar had made plenty of plans to throw away as soon as he thought he was ready to try something. He didn't mind things so much though, as much as he would like to lay with someone else, he found his life fairly comfortable, and was sure that one day he would work up enough courage to try and form a relationship with someone. That day wasn't today though, or any day nearby, but who knew what could happen.

Dragging himself out of his thoughts Prander found things significantly darker, the moon having risen to take command of the sky, letting the sun rest and recharge before showing its face in the day. His fire was guttering, spitting flames weakly and he quickly reached for a small pile of twigs he had prepared, being sure not to smother the flames as he cast them onto the fire, watching as the heat of the flames greedily ate at the dry wood. He spotted movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to see Hyranyr slowly walking towards the mountain, wondering why the drake would even bother wasting the energy walking up its steep hills. They had walked all day, so why wouldn't they just rest for a bit, surely there was nothing that could interest them so much that they would pass up the chance for a nice night spent in the comfort of an open fire.

Prander had found himself curious as the where Hyranyr went more than enough times when the drake wondered off, but had never bothered to follow them, deciding that they would just be relieving themselves or some other task that would be equally boring. This time though, with the dragon set on walking up a slope that would challenge even their strength and stamina, Prander found his curiosity slowly winning over. He looked back at the fire, and quickly decided that it could last a few minutes while he checked what the blue drake could be doing. He thought about calling out to him at first, but thought it would change the way that Hyranyr acted, so decided that he would see what the dragon was like when they weren't in his company.

Barely half way to the cave that he had seen the dragon crawly into Prander found himself panting, gasping for air as his lungs threatened to burst. He had definitely spent too long in the saddle and not enough time walking himself, and decided that come tomorrow he would walk for at least a while. The soft grass beneath his boots slowly turned to rocks and stones, crunching and threatening to trip the cougar several times. He should have brought a torch, then he would at least be able to see things better. Prander knew that was a useless excuse though, the moon was shining as bright as he could ever remember it, making things easy to see, his own climbing exhaustion was just making things difficult.

Two stops, and nearly an hour later, Prander found himself facing a small cave entrance, the darkness of it not looking overly inviting, but he could see a faint light ahead so he pushed on, knowing that he could always turn back if things got too difficult. His boots were surprisingly quiet against the stone, and after a while he decided to take them off, thinking that the smooth stone might actually feel nice against his paw pads after spending so much time with the unforgiving boots on. The stone was pleasantly cool, which he appreciated as his body still struggled to cool down after he had exerted himself so much with the steep climb up. Prander made sure to leave his boots in the middle of the cave, where the moonlight could still reach them, so that he wouldn't forget them on the way out.

He was much quitter now, having freed himself from the clumsy leather confines, but he didn't really care how loud he was. His curiosity had climbed just as he had, and was the only thing that kept him going when his mind turned to the comforting fire waiting down below. Now he had gone too far to turn back, and wouldn't leave until his curiosity was satisfied. Prander could hear faint sounds coming from ahead, but found that he couldn't quite make out what they were. The light he had seen at the entrance was growing rapidly, until Prander found himself looking up at a large hole in the cave, open to the night sky and the bright moon, small vegetation amazingly growing between some of the smaller rocks.

There was another patch of darkness on the other side of it, and seeing no sign of Hyranyr here, decided that the dragon must have continued on. It didn't take Prander long to cross the area, the hole only being wide enough to match the roof of a small house, and he found himself pushing into darkness and uncertainty. He was relieved to see another light ahead though; reasoning that even with his amazing sight the blue drake wouldn't want to sit in such darkness. The sounds were getting louder now, and Prander thought it could be paws moving on the stone, or maybe something else moving on it? It was hard to tell with the sound bouncing off of the walls.

Large boulders seemed to be heaped against the walls, as if they had sought shelter inside the deep caves ages ago, and Prander found himself entertained by that thought as he continued his journey, letting a small smile cross his muzzle as he imagined the large rocks rolling up the steep hill he had climbed. He was just starting to push into the next area of light when he caught sight of a deep blue, standing out against the dark grey and black of the stone surrounding them. He had finally caught up to Hyranyr, but it seemed that they weren't alone. There was something else with them and for a moment Prander thought it was another drake like Hyranyr, but something seemed odd about it.

Hyranyr sat near the yellow scales of Safik, admiring their shiny scales and pleasing colour, looking past the hard exterior of their obviously dangerous appearance, and finding them pleasing. Prander found himself shocked for a moment; it wasn't another drake, but a wyvern, one of the few beasts that hadn't been tamed by the more intelligent species. They were said to feed from herds of cattle and cause a general nuisance, even causing people to go missing, and rumours said they could be found inside the belly of the dragon. Prander's heart pounded for a while, his muscles tight as he expected the yellow wyvern to turn on him at any moment.

Their attention was directed entirely at Hyranyr, much as the dragon was focused only on Safik, and none of them even had the faintest idea that they were being watched by an overly curious cougar. Hyranyr was nuzzling up against the bright yellow scales of Safik's neck and head, covering them in affectionate licks, and the wyvern was returning the gestures. They seemed to be grooming each other, but the way that they pushed against each other, and the steady rumble that came from the two showed that they were enjoying it. Hyranyr was taking his time licking along Safik's jaw, enjoying the way that the wyvern turned its head, making it easier for the blue drake to reach.

Prander was confused at the sight before him, and suddenly finding himself able to move quickly ducked behind a nearby boulder, not wanting to disturb the two dragons. Were they helping clean each other? Surely it would be easier to just jump into a pond or any sizable body of water, instead of spending so much time and effort with their tongues. Not only that, Prander noticed that the licks followed the same paths more than a few times, making the whole thing seem inefficient. Wriggling his body a bit, Hyranyr moved closer to Safik, earning a long lick across his snout, which he quickly returned. He could feel the arousal building inside himself, but was happy with the comfort that he was receiving now, and more than happy to help Safik feel the same way.

The wyvern was nearly shivering at the warm touch of the drakes tongue, his wings propping him up as the spaded tip of his tail slapped against the ground happily. It had been a while since he had found himself in the company of a drake, and judging from how quick Hyranyr had been to show affection decided that it had been longer since they had been in the company of any dragon. Safik wasn't a violent wyvern, or a rude one by any means, so he did would any caring host would, and returned to gently yet persistent licks that the blue drake offered him. He could smell the slight musk of arousal coming from them, and knew that Hyranyr had more on his mind than just some mutual grooming.

Safik's own arousal was slowly building, thoughts of what sort of fun he could have with this affectionate drake already beginning to fill his feral mind. From his hiding place, Prander could see the two dragons in remarkable detail, seeing the tongues of each of them licking and grooming at each other, and when he spotted the slit between the wyvern's legs his mind finally clicked over, and he found himself realizing that Hyranyr may have finally found a mate. Hyranyr himself housed his member within a slit, but now Prander was looking at the wyvern in a new light, noticing their thinner frame and the way the crooned under the licks from Hyranyr.

There was always the possibility that the wyvern was a male, but why would Hyranyr bother with them if that was the case? Surely this was just some female in heat, or whatever it was that wyverns had that could attract a dragon such as Hyranyr. Safik continued his licks along the top of the blue drakes head, as their own slowly got lower, working his way down the wyverns chest, leaving wet trails of his affection. He could smell the musk coming from them, and knew that the wyvern was male, though that had been obvious to him when he had first seen them. That didn't bother Hyranyr though, he didn't care about male or female, he could share pleasure with any gender and didn't see why he shouldn't.

Safik's member slowly began emerging from his slit, the tip pushing out into the cool night air, slick from the warm housing that it was pushing out of. Hyranyr picked up his speed as his nostrils flared, the thick scent of the wyvern filling his nose now, telling him that they were undoubtable aroused. Prander found himself in near shock when he noticed the length pushing out of the golden wyvern; it had been a male after all. But why was Hyranyr here then? Was the drake attracted to males? Could dragons even be attracted to stuff like that? Prander knew that dragons mated, but had thought it was just for reproduction, not for any pleasure they would gain from it. Hyranyr's tongue worked down between the wyvern's hind legs, hearing their tail slap at the ground excitedly behind them, and finding his own swishing across the stone in anticipation.

He knew that the wyvern would find his tongue pleasurable, and found that he didn't need more reason than pleasure to continue. Safik let out a long, low growl as he felt Hyranyr's tongue push against his sensitive member, coating it in a thick layer of saliva, and rapidly drawing the rest of the length out. With his tongue and nose both heavy with Safik's musk, Hyranyr found it easy to continue his licks, working on coiling his tongue around the length the best he could. Safik shuffled around a bit, before standing up, letting Hyranyr have better access to his member. The blue drake seemed more than happy to lap at his flesh, and Safik was definitely not in any mood to stop that, every lick and squeeze from that delightful tongue sending shivers down his spine.

His member twitched against the warm tongue coiling around it and slurping lewdly on its length, and Safik knew that he wouldn't last very long with such a skilful drake working on him. His hind legs trembled under him, his wings working hard to keep him standing as he fought to control himself, not wanting to interrupt the blissful attention he was receiving by thrusting his hips. It was a losing battle though, as every second pleasure flooded into him, and Safik found himself letting out short, random thrusts, managing to hold his hips still for a little while before quickly pushing them forwards again.

Hyranyr didn't mind the thrusts from the wyvern above him, just working in licking at the decidedly tasty flesh, his maw producing more than enough saliva to make loud squelching sounds every time he squeezed his tongue around the thick length. He found it cute the way their paws shuffled around under them, and the way they tried to hold their thrusts back. Hyranyr would be able to deal with the thrusting member of a horny wyvern, the delightful barbs covering the tip and the ridges around the bottom proving to be fun and exciting to play with. His own member didn't have any such barbs on it, which was now evident as it pushed out of his slit, the heavy musk and lewd sounds working to arouse him enough for his length to start showing itself.

Prander could barely understand what was happening, one moment the dragons had been grooming each other, but it had rapidly turned into more than that, and now he felt shocked as he watched Hyranyr, the blue dragon that he had known for so long, greedily licking and slurping at the thick length of wyvern flesh that was pushing out of this strange yellow dragons slit. There was absolutely no way this was for reproduction, besides the fact that the wyvern was a male, Prander knew that there was no way that sucking on a cock like that would make anything pregnant. Prander was even more surprised to find his own length pushing against his now overly tight pants, a small wet spot appearing in the front as his member dripped pre against the tight confines that held it.

Prander was far to occupied watching this bestial coupling to reach down and tend to himself, even though he ached to feel the touch of his own soft paw. Safik was now panting above Hyranyr, shivering in delight as that masterful tongue worked on every point of pleasure it could, squeezing and sliding along his member, the liberal amount of saliva and pre making it extra slick. Barely a few moments later Safik let out a choking roar, his wings desperately clutching at the blue drake beneath him, and his hips quickly thrusting forwards, sinking the tip of his member inside Hyranyr's maw for the first time. Hyranyr did his best to purse his lips around the rapidly twitching tip of Safik's member, his tongue working to rapidly squeeze and caress the sensitive length. The thick length lodged in his maw started throbbing wildly, sending thick spurts of seed into Hyranyr's more, and the blue drake gulped it down, enjoying the small bursts of intense flavour he was getting from it.

Hyranyr soon found himself starting to be overwhelmed, working overtime to swallow the massive amount of wyvern seed that Safik was pumping into him, but he worked hard, swallowing big thick mouthfuls of the copious amount of seed, his stomach already starting to feel full. His maw simply couldn't contain the near colossal amount of seed that was spurting from Safik's heavily throbbing member, and Hyranyr soon found the thick musky liquid dripping down his jaw, leaking out of his maw even as he tried his best to keep it all inside. He thought about taking the barbed tip of the wyvern's member into his gullet for a moment, thinking that it would be easier for the seed to be deposited directly into his belly, but decided it was much more fun to feel the frantic bursts of seed flooding his maw.

Safik was groaning and growling the whole time, pushing his hips hard against Hyranyr's maw, it had been a long time since he had released like this, and he had plenty of seed to give. Thankfully the blue drake beneath him seemed to be hungry for wyvern seed, his tongue still working and his throat working to take in as much of the tasty liquid as possible. Feeling overly full, Hyranyr was actually glad when the torrent of thick dragon cum slowed down a bit, giving him a chance to swallow the large mouthfuls at a more reasonable pace. He hadn't imagined that Safik would have been this pent up, but found that there was no reason not to enjoy it as much as he could, gorging himself on the thick wyvern seed, until he had a belly full of it, that member still throbbing inside is maw, letting out a much smaller stream of seed, that Hyranyr took the time to savour.

Panting, Safik nearly fell atop Hyranyr, his hips grinding back and forth slowly as the greedy drake still sucked at the flesh in his maw. Prander is in awe at what he had seen, he was worried for a moment that Hyranyr would drown from the amount of dragon seed he had swallowed, but the blue drake had managed all of it without so much as a cough, only a small amount spilling out of his maw to cover his blue scales in the thick white of fertile wyvern cum. Slowly pulling his hips back, Safik freed his member with a loud schlick, Hyranyr licking his lips as he looked up at the wyvern, seed still dripping from his chin.

Safik lowered himself to the ground unceremoniously, a quiet_oof_ coming from him. Hyranyr followed them down, lying down beside them as the wyvern started licking at his lips and jaw, helping clean the seed from the blue dragon, and quickly filling his own maw with the taste of his seed. Hyranyr let his own tongue roam across what scales he could reach, happy to groom the rumbling wyvern as they worked to clean his messy maw. Both of them were rumbling quite loudly, obviously happy at what had just happened, and Prander wondered for a moment if dragons were actually some sort of crazy mutant cats, the way they seemed to purr and groom each other. His length was pressing painfully against his pants now, and he took the time to free it, the barbed length pushing into the night air.

Prander still didn't let the softness of his paw press against his needy flesh though; worried that he would give himself away. The two dragons were happily licking each other now, and Prander wondered if they had managed to do something so lewd before he arrived. Hyranyr was now occupied with licking at the golden wyvern in front of him, knowing that their member would be overly sensitive from such an intense climax, but not seeing any reason not to let them feel the warmth of his gentle caresses. Safik was definitely satisfied with what had just happened, his breath still coming out heavy and laboured.

Safik had quickly found himself licking at a clean blue jaw, his tongue heavy with the taste of his own seed, and started licking at Hyranyr's neck instead, in a way of thanks for sharing such awesome pleasure. His licks quickly moved lower though, his body moving around, the blue drake still happy licking at whatever scales he could. Safik could smell the heavy scent of the aroused drake, and soon found his eyes drawn to the thick light pink member pushing out of an overly tight looking slit. When Hyranyr felt that tongue questing down between his legs towards his own member he was happy to let them continue, spreading his hind legs as the wyvern lowered itself on top of him, letting Hyranyr lick at the messy scales around his slit.

Hyranyr made sure not to antagonize the yellow dragon with licks against his sensitive member or slit, working on just cleaning what seed he could see for now. Before Safik could reach the tasty, dripping flesh between Hyranyr's legs the dragon stood up, gently dropping the wyvern back onto the ground. Safik had gotten several breaths of the heady musk of the blue drake, but didn't seem to get a chance to taste it, as Hyranyr curled his head under his body, licking at his own member without a second thought. Safik tried pushing his snout between Hyranyr's legs, sticking his tongue in where he could and catching glancing tastes of the length that was now being covered in that amazing tongue that had worked on his own.

Hyranyr seemed to be happy tending to himself though, licking and slurping loudly beneath himself, drops of saliva rolling down his cheeks, as he worked on squeezing and grinding his tongue against his member. He could feel the yellow wyvern poking around between his legs, and caught the occasional glimpse of them, but worked on driving himself towards his peak. The wyvern was persistent though, and kept trying to get his snout in a position where he could lick at that delectable length. Hyranyr soon got tired of standing, which was surprising as they had only recently stood up, but Safik saw it as an opportunity, quickly lying down below Hyranyr, his snout resting above the light blue inside of the drake's tail.

Hyranyr was going to return to licking himself, but felt the eager tongue of Safik quickly surround his needy member, and already tingling from the pleasure he had caused himself decided to let the wyvern have his fun. Hyranyr worked his snout towards his own member regardless, and found a position where his tongue could join in the pleasurable licking, and found himself in a blissful state, with two eager tongues working to lick and slide against his member. Prander was a very horny cougar at this point, pre practically drooling from the tip of his member as he watched this strange wyvern lick at the thick length of his dragon.

Hyranyr groaned in pleasure, his hips bucking upwards a few times, both dragons doing their best the cover the thick length in slippery dragon saliva, and to taste the flesh and pre that they could reach. Safik was working on coiling his tongue around the ridges at the base of the blue drake's cock, while Hyranyr greedily licked and lapped at the tip, swallowing the pre that drooled from it. The gold wyvern wasn't as good with his tongue as Hyranyr was, but that didn't stop them from causing him to feel immense pleasure, the way their tongue pushed and squeezed against his ridges making him pant and groan, his lust building rapidly inside him.

Hyranyr's licking became faster and less focussed, and Safik picked up at the signs of the blue drake, his own tongue licking at the delicious member on front of him more intensely. Pulling his head back for a bit, Hyranyr let his hot breath play across the delicate flesh of his draconic member, panting and groaning in absolute delight. With the new space available Safik was quick to work on covering as much of the rigid length as he could, loudly slurping, only making Hyranyr's peak rise faster as he looked down at the yellow snout happily servicing his length. Without much warning Hyranyr suddenly tensed up, his member throbbing a few times in the air, before suddenly spurting out thick streams of seed, covering the yellow snout that had been above it, and his own belly with a rapidly expanding puddle of seed.

His hips thrust up and down, making his member bob and send his thick seed further along his body, covering his deep blue scales in a thick white film of his seed, the overpowering scent of it immediately filling his nose. Safik was still greedily licking at the member that was spurting the decidedly tasty cum, driving Hyranyr's peak longer, and the blue drake definitely didn't complain, not that he had any time with his constant groans and growls, his body trembling in pleasure. Safik soon found his nose leading him away from the heated dragon member towards the thick puddly of seed that was building up on Hyranyr's belly.

Hyranyr was already lazily licking at his own seed now, panting as he made a weak attempt at cleaning himself of the mess that he had made. Hyranyr was surprised to find his appetite still as strong as ever for the tasty dragon seed that covered him, licking at it and Safik's sticky cum covered snout when he could, swallowing down his own seed now, his belly sure to be full of the mixed dragons' seed. Safik found Hyranyr's snout to be thick with his seed as well as his belly, and helped clean the blue drake's face, while they worked on slurping the dwindling puddle that covered them. Prander felt weak watching the sight of the two dragons, he could smell their heavy musk from here, and had to reach out and grab the boulder in front of him to avoid falling over.

It was only moments later that Prander felt his member weakly spurting, and looked down to find out he had painted the back of the boulder with his own seed, barely noticing as he watched the heated dragons pleasure each other. Hyranyr found himself nearly asleep as he lazily lapped at the small amount of dragon cum still clinging to his scales, and was glad for Safik's help, though he wouldn't have minded swallowing it all himself. With both of them tired from the exhausting round of extremely pleasurable licking, they both started to doze off, with Hyranyr wrapping his paws around the smaller wyvern, holding him tight against his body, both of them licking at each other's snouts affectionately as sleep slowly closed in on them.

Prander would have walked back down to the fire he had made, more than happy with the amazing revelation he had made after following Hyranyr up the mountain, but he found himself too tired, spending all his effort just to avoid falling in the small puddly of feline seed that he had left, instead slumping down against the wall of the cave. He closed his eyes for just a moment, and when he opened them his body felt sore, his mouth dry, and colder than he should be after having slept next to a fire. His memories quickly flooded in though, and he remembered that he had definitely not fallen asleep next to the fire, which helped explain why he felt sore. He pulled the small water skin away from his belt, taking a large, refreshing gulp of the cold water, a small amount of it dribbling down his chin, wetting the soft fur there.

Once he was satisfied with his quenched thirst he stood up, leaning back and hearing an audible crack from his back, wincing at the sound even though it helped relieve some of the soreness he was feeling. His next act was to pull his trousers back up, ashamed at having made such a mess, and without him even touching himself. A quiet grumble made him quickly duck down, before slowly rising to look over the boulder that still hid him. He could see both Hyranyr and his decidedly friendly companion, both of them licking at each other, and Prander wondered for a moment if they were going to start the lewd actions that he had seen before falling asleep again. He was glad, and somehow disappointed at the same time, when Hyranyr stood up and stretched though.

The blue drake leaned down on his front paws, stretching his back and wings, his tail shivering slightly as he finished up. Prander was half surprised he didn't see that thick length of pink flesh pushing out of his slit again, but found it reasonable that the drake wouldn't be ready for such activities again so soon. If he had climaxed as hard as he observed the dragons, Prander was sure he would be unable to move for days. He had never imagined that dragons could be so full of passion, and an unrelenting force of lust besides that.

He wondered if he should head back to his camp now, surely having seen everything there was to see. But as Hyranyr reached down to lick at Safik, gently forcing the wyvern into a more fully awake state, he decided to stop and see what would happen, for purely innocent reasons of course. Safik returned a caring lick as he pulled himself to his paws, his large wings pushing hard against the ground as he stretched them, before slowly walking towards a passage that Prander hadn't noticed the night before. From the light coming through the hole in the roof, Prander knew that it was now day, but was surprised to see the sun nearly half way up in the sky.

He had managed to sleep nearly an entire day, no wonder he had been so thirsty and sore after waking up. He waited until both dragons disappeared into the dimly lit tunnel before following, glad to see that there weren't any side passages leading away that he could get lost in. The next room that opened up was dominated by a large pool of water, which both dragons were now relaxing in, gently nuzzling against each other's snouts as the cool water helped to relax their muscles and clean anything that their dutiful tongues hadn't managed to find. They spent a fair bit of time in there, and when they started moving again Prander was ready to follow.

The rest of the day the cougar worked on following the two dragons, his mind constantly replaying the lewd scenes he had witnessed last night. He told himself he was following them to make sure Hyranyr was alright, but knew that was a lie; he just wanted to see what the lusty beasts would do next. It was night again before they returned back to the original room they were first found in, and Prander could feel his stomach grumbling in complaint at not having any food. He was excited to see both of the dragons happily licking each other though, and felt his sheath plump up at the thought of the two of them sharing such an intimate moment again.

Being a sneaking observer, he found another place to discreet himself, a space behind two large rocks, the small space between them giving him a nice view of the two dragons while he remained hidden behind them. Again the two dragons were just nuzzling and licking at each other, obviously just grooming each other to anyone watching. The gentle grooming didn't last as long this time though, and Hyranyr quickly found himself working his way between the wyvern's legs again, his nostrils flaring as the scent of the already half hard member reached him. He was quick to reach it, nuzzling his snout against it, pre coating the scales on his nose, before letting his tongue taste that particular treat again.

Safik was letting out hungry growls of pleasure as he felt that slick tongue push against his member again, his hips wriggling in anticipation, he knew how great Hyranyr could be with that slimy appendage after all. This time Hyranyr actually took the length into his maw though, the warmth of it making Safik let out a pleased growl, being sure not to move his hips in fear of accidentally scraping one of the blue drake's sharp teeth. Hyranyr worked his tongue around the thick length in his maw, but this time reached further, the tip of his tongue working its way into the wyvern's tight slit, making him shudder in delight.

With his tongue half coiled around that delectable length, working its way as deep into the tight wet slit as he could, Hyranyr could feel his own length hardening. As nice as a mutual licking could be, he was hoping for something more this time, and pulled his head back, squeezing the wyvern's fat red member with his tongue as he pulled away from it. Safik thrust his hips forwards as the delicious warmth fled away from his needy flesh, and he looked down at the blue drake with lust, letting out a whine. Instead of returning his attention to the warm, tasty length between Safik's legs, Hyranyr stood up though.

Wondering if Hyranyr wanted to find his release first this time Safik lowered his head, seeking to push it between the dark blue legs that were hiding the drakes light pink member from him. He was stopped by Hyranyr though; the blue dragon pushing his head under the wyvern's to keep them from pushing beneath him. Safik shuffled around, feeling slightly annoyed, the cold air playing across his member, a stray bead of pre rolling down its length. Hyranyr didn't keep him waiting long though, giving the yellow dragon a few quick licks across his snout, lying down on the ground, gesturing with his snout for Safik to follow him down.

The wyvern was quick to react, moving towards Hyranyr's member, while being sure to keep his own within easy reach of the drake. He was quick to give his attention to the hard flesh pushing out of that light blue slit as well, his tongue quickly covering it in his saliva, already greedily slurping at it. He was pleased to feel Hyranyr returning the favour, that skilful tongue at work on his length again. Deciding to try and mix things up a bit from last time Safik worked his way lower down the draconic length, his tongue loudly licking and lapping at the meaty flesh the whole way, before pushing it against the sensitive flesh of Hyranyr's slit.

The blue dragon didn't let out any sort of complaint, so Safik continued, his tongue working around the outside of that slit, licking at the soft scales, collecting any pre that managed to work its way down from the tip of the light pink cock. Safik closed his eyes, enjoying the warm, wet muscle attacking his own member with a hungry desire. The licking stopped suddenly, and Safik opened his eyes, wondering why, only to find himself looking at the light blue tail base of the drake under him, their member sliding against his smooth neck scales. Pulling his head back, Safik realised he had been licking at Hyranyr's tight tailhole, the musk of his member and smooth scales surrounding his slit working to confuse him slightly.

He worried for a moment that Hyranyr was displeased, that the drake didn't enjoy this sort of thing, but when he looked back at the dark blue head he saw it resting on the ground, Hyranyr's tongue lolling out of his maw. It was obvious that the blue drake was enjoying himself, and so Safik decided to try pleasuring him in this new way, his tongue pushing lightly against the puckered flesh of his tailhole, enjoying the feeling of him squirming underneath him. Hyranyr hadn't expected to feel that slick tongue on his tailhole, but found the experience to be overly satisfying, the sensitive flesh there twitching as Safik's slick tongue pushed against it lightly.

Safik slowly began grinding his tongue harder against Hyranyr's tight hole, working to loosen it up and make it slick with his saliva at the same time. When the tip of his tongue pushed into the drake's warm depths he heard them take in a sharp breath, and stopped for a moment, only to be encouraged by the wriggling hips beneath him and the loud slapping of Hyranyr's tail. He wriggled his tongue around in the tight confines of Hyranyr's rear, making them growl and squirm in delight, their walls clenching down around his tongue. Safik could feel the light pink member twitching against his neck, painting it with pre, while he continued to push into the tasty depths of the eager drake.

Hyranyr held his eyes closed, his tongue hanging uselessly from his maw, dripping with saliva, as he luxuriated in the feeling of that slick tongue pushing deeper into his tailhole. Doing his best to continue pleasing his caring partner, Hyranyr forced himself to focus again, his maw ravenously covering Safik's member, the tip of it pushing against his gullet as he desperately worked his tongue against it, feeling the golden wyvern's licking and pushing become much more intense. Pulling his head back with a gasp, Hyranyr let out a quiet growl, quickly rolling over and spilling a suddenly confused Safik on the ground.

For a moment Safik was certain he had done something wrong, and that Hyranyr was not happy with him, but when he looked towards the blue drake his vision was filled with their rear. Safik caught a glimpse of Hyranyr's face, and saw unrestrained lust and desire staring back at him, that rear waving around in front of him in an obvious proposal. Safik was quick getting to his feet, his wings pushing down on Hyranyr's shoulders as the drake let out needy whines and growls. Safik pushed his hips forwards slowly, his member grinding against Hyranyr's own, making them both grunt in feral delight.

Pulling back, Safik aimed his hips a bit higher, the tip of his member quickly finding the overly slick tailhole of Hyranyr, which seemed to be twitching against him, a testament to how much the blue drake wanted this. Pushing his hips forwards very gently, Safik let just the very tip of his barbed member enter the slick, tight depths of Hyranyr's depths, a particularly large spurt of pre pushing into him, before the wyvern slammed his hips forwards, hilting himself in a single thrust. The tight depths of the drake surrounded him, desperately clinging to his member, massaging it in such a way that the wyvern found his wings trembling. His breath was already panting from him, his eyes trying to focus, but it seemed like his brain only had the capacity to focus on the intense pleasure that the blue drake had to offer.

Gasping in sudden delight, Hyranyr had to fight to keep himself from falling, though it felt as if he would remain suspended above the ground with such a thick draconic length wedged inside him. His body seemed to be in shock, unable to move, his breath catching in his throat, the only movement was his paws shuddering against the cool stone under him. Hyranyr let out a weak whine, feeling as though the air had been forced from his lungs, his member rapidly twitching and throbbing beneath him, his seed instantly bursting out, painting his belly and the floor. Hyranyr wasn't expecting so much pleasure, and his mind was overloading with it, sending his body into a state of bliss, feeling as though he was going through the most intense climax he had ever had.

Prander let out his own quiet groan, trying his best to muffle a moan with his paw, having just climaxed again without touching himself, the thick feline liquid creating a very obvious wet patch at the front of his pants, his member and balls twitching as he unloaded more and more seed that he didn't even know he had. The sight had simply been too much for him, seeing that wyvern just recklessly slam itself into Hyranyr's rear, and the look of pure bliss that was seemingly carved onto Hyranyr's face sent him over an edge that he was nowhere near.

Safik growled as Hyranyr's tight depths squeezed even tighter around him, rapidly thrusting back and forth, his already rock solid length slamming into the drake as far as he could reach, his own peak rapidly arriving. With a roar, Safik slammed his hips forwards as hard as he could, his member throbbing wildly inside the shuddering drake's rear, making Hyranyr's own member work over time, spurting even more seed across his belly. Hyranyr let out another weak groan at that, feeling the hot wyvern seed work its way deep into him, satisfying him much more than he would have thought possible. They stayed like that for over a minute, with Safik's thick length throbbing and spurting his essence deep inside Hyranyr's tailhole, milking the wyvern of everything he could, before Safik pulled his hips back, a loud shlop filling the air as his cock pulled out of the drake's abused rear, still throbbing and twitching, sending small spurts if seed running down Hyranyr's legs, his thick cum leaking from that tight rear, though it didn't look so tight now.

Hyranyr collapsed the moment that thick length slid out of him, as if it had been the only thing keeping him up. He could feel the thick seed oozing from his rear, and felt a pang of emptiness as his body tried to remember what it felt like without the large member of a wyvern inside it. Safik followed him to the ground, wrapping his large wings around the panting drake, nuzzling him and snuggling up close to him. Safik had enjoyed himself immensely, and would definitely like to find himself under this drake's tail again if he had the chance. Prander was wide awake this time, and deciding that he had definitely seen enough started making his way out of the cave, the image of Hyranyr's gaping rear clouding his mind the whole way back to the fire, the copious amount of wyvern seed like a fixed painting within his mind, slowly dripping from his trusted dragon. He made his way down the hill without incident, and with barely a though, eventually reaching the fire again where he simply lay down and fall asleep. When he woke up he found Hyranyr lying across the fire, which had definitely not been going when he had returned.

It was as if nothing ever happened, though judging by how he smelled, Prander knew that he would need a shower, and most definitely need to clean his pants. Hyranyr looked the same as always, and Prander felt slightly guilty for sneaking a look towards his slit and tailhole, expecting to see that thick wyvern seed still oozing from it, but found things to look normal. Stretching his back, Prander wondered if it had all been some crazy wet dream, his paws pushing at the long dead fire. He frowned for a moment at that, if it had been a dream, then where were his shoes? That question was answered quickly, as he looked over at Hyranyr, the drake having lifted a wing to reveal the lost boots, a glimmer flashing in his open eye for a moment before he closed it again.