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Doravar, a dragon with a troubled past, finds temporary comfort within the warm embrace of a benevolent purple male whose promises of a better future lure him into a bargain not even he, an elder dragon, can resist.

Doravar the red dragon is my character

Drac the purple dragon belongs to http://www.furaffinity.net/user/thedragonsnest/

Artwork done by http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lunalei/

***Rekindled Flames***

Doravar's mouth dripped with the purple dragon's viscous semen. It had a tart, bittersweet taste that latched onto every corner of his mouth. His instincts urged him to spit it out. After all, it was the essence of another male; competition a strong dragon like him would have fought against under normal circumstances.

However, there wasn't anything ordinary about this encounter.

"Good...good boy." The spent male's raspy voice crackled out of his tired snout. On his back, with his wings splayed on either side, Drac slowly recovered from the roaring orgasm he unleashed moments ago.

Doravar swiped his snout clean of the ivory snakes that still clung onto his lips. It took a few minutes for him to come to terms with what he did, and for Drac to find his voice after the storm of growls he unleashed during his moment of pleasure. The amount of stamina he had was out of this world. Doravar's tongue ached fiercely from the strange techniques he used, though not as much as the sizable member that shamefully protruded all the way out from the dripping confines of his slit.

"Don't...think too much. Let your instincts tell you what needs to be done."

With his back resting against the ground and his hind legs spread invitingly, Drac looked nothing but enticing. The glistening seed spread around the entrance of his cock made him resemble a dragoness in heat. He advertised himself as such moments before this encounter took a dive into a pool of instinctual, sexual pleasure.

Doravar settled on his haunches. It was difficult with his member out. The red male unleashed a hiss of pleasure when the fleshy walls of his genital slit contracted hard around the sensitive ridges that adorned the base of his tapered cock. He was so aroused that he felt like spending his great load just by looking upon Drac's magnificent entrance. So soft. So warm. So similar to the puffy entrance of a dragoness that roared for days in the hopes a strong male would swoop down and calm her dire urges.

Such confusion kept Doravar frozen, unable to take any decision. His partner was not exactly the female he wanted, but part of him had enjoyed treating the smaller male. Doravar was definitely not expecting to enjoy the taste of another male's life-giving essence to this extent. He even hardly wanted to spend time with the strange male, yet Drac's charms wooed Doravar into accepting his deal.

"What a beautiful cock you have." Drac licked his lips with a long, enticing swipe of his slimy tongue. "Come closer. Let me have a closer look at your closely guarded relic. Two hundred years, you said?"

"A hundred sixty-five and a bit," the red male approached, hissing when his member slapped hard against his belly. "You'll just look, right?"

"Promise." Drac said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

A heavy snarl plastered over Doravar's face when he found his member not only sniffed, but outright pulled by that coiling tongue into the purple's steamy maw. Spurts of hot precum traversed his cock to erupt against the muscular tongue that wrapped itself like a snake around it to better feed on the rich lust of the red male. His tip disappeared between Drac's sucking lips, the purple male's purr keeping on building up until Doravar trembled from every inch of his body.

"Mrraaaaahhhh!" He found himself spat out into the cold air, the purple male too dazed with pleasure to even speak. "Wh-why?" He snarled. "This wasn't the deal. I was so close to...to..."

"I had to see it for myself," Drac stuttered. "It's true...all of it. I could taste fragments of clogged seed in the great pulses you unleashed in my maw, which means...your prostate must be an overflowing volcano of fertility. You need to release, my friend. Don't hold back a minute longer unless you wish to fill your nest with rocks for all eternity."

Doravar knew what the purple male spoke of. It was said that males needed to release frequently to maintain their fertility, but he had been to distraught by the death of his mate, too hurt to stain her memory by wasting his seed on barren rock.

"You're having doubts about our deal."

"I need time to think."

"There is none, dragon. You either mate now, or see this opportunity fly from your grasp."

Doravar moved a few steps back. He had to do this. For the sake of his future, he had to mate. First, he made sure the purple male's member remained inside, as its owner promised. Doravar preferred to reignite the flames of the past by spilling inside the semblance of the velvet insides of a female's crevice.

"Grrrr, your scent is driving me crazy, dragon. See yourself inside me while I can still reign in my passions."

Doravar clambered upon his partner, his member bobbing with every beat of his excited heart, leaking ample amounts of cloudy pre-seed upon the surface of the puffy lips it rushed to embrace. His tip dived in first. Then, the rest of his shaft swiftly followed, embraced by the warmest, slickest feeling the old red male had ever known.

"Mrrrraaawwwwhhhh!" Doravar's throat was split by the surge of passion that coursed along his curving spine. His wet slit slammed hard against Drac's, droplets of their combined arousal mashed between the glistening scales of their genitalias.

"S-so big," a hiss escaped the purple male's snarling snout. Doravar vaguely felt the claws that scraped along his scales, or the wings that beat against his own. The sole focus of his attention was the oozing flesh that grabbed at his member, suckling him in exactly like a female's hungry folds.

Drac licked his way up to an ear, where he whispered a single word. "Thrust."

Doravar's great claws hooked deeper into the soil. It felt so amazingly good to be inside again. Why, he felt his climax approach just by remaining firmly buried inside his mate.

Drac's nibbles distracted him, desperate and primal. "Thrust, dragon. Fuck me like you'd fuck the eggs out of your mate. I want to feel your big, beautiful cock spread me apart like-"

Doravar muffled his words into incoherent jumble by pulling himself out with a swift jerk, the flared ridges adorning the base of his cock catching onto the soft flesh like giant barbs, stimulating the sensitive insides up to a shuddering mess of growling spasms. He waited a moment, looking upon his partner's strained face before he plunged himself back down to the last ridge.

Drac spat out a weak roar. His claws rattled down Doravar's scales, wings fanning to the sides, toes flaring with utter bliss.

"M-more," he whimpered almost as if he begged to be mated hard. Doravar gave him just that. Three pounding thrusts that had their clenched maws sizzling for relief.

"Unleash it! Fuck me like you mean it!"

A fourth thrust followed. Then a fifth. The heat started to build into a smoldering inferno no amount of resistance could hold back. Doravar scrunched his eyes shut, replacing his deep, steady thrusts with a squelching mess of shorter ones, his tapered cock-head spearing into the deepest reaches of his partner's tunnel while his rock-hard ridges splattered in and out through his clenching, battered entrance, turning Drac's slit into a dripping, spasming mess of pure pleasure.

"I can't..." the smaller dragon gasped. "Too much...too big...too...intense."

The words had no meaning for Doravar until the flesh became tighter around his cock. This was not owed to Drac's squeezing grip, but to the harder lump of meat that rubbed its way up to Doravar's first ridge. The red dragon knew what that was, but his instincts smoldered too hot to stop right now, so he remained in that crouched position to plunge his way in and out of Drac's constricting slit like an enraged bull. Streams of saliva fell down his gaped jaws, his eyes wet with tears from the immense pleasure that welled within the sensitive depths of a cock that held back the tide for more than a century.

The purple male lashed his chin with his slobbery tongue. "Almost there, my friend. Keep...keep it up. There's a surprise...waiting...when..."

That was all he managed to speak before he fell prey to the pleasure that split his slit apart. His purple cock hardener further with each throb, becoming bigger, making each journey into the wet depths of his slit harder, and infinitely more intense for both dragons as their most sensitive spots clashed together. Doravar's sensitive ridges rolled along Drac's spaded head, the friction applied between each bump much too intense to hold back.

Doravar ceased to breathe. The fire became an inferno impossible to control. Part of it slinked through his bloating penis, filling him with an overwhelming sense of urgency. Then, just when he prepared to spear his partner with the full length of his cock, a cold, slim presence penetrated the rim of his tailhole, to touch the very center of his pleasure. His prostate, already overflowing to excess, was forced to endure yet another wave of stimulation as Drac's tail wriggled inside to apply spasmic bursts of mind-bending pleasure. The sensitive organ thrummed with vibrations that kept Doravar on the edge of his climax. Semen kept building within his bulged cock, dripping in thin strands until the second when Drac shoved more of his tail inside.

That's when Doravar completely lost it. The sudden increase in pressure caused his prostate to finally spasm with a hard, pounding burst that almost caused the red male to faint from overstimulation. Doravar didn't. He had waited too long, too much for a moment like this.

A moment where he could finally cum inside a partner.

With a muted growl, he shoved himself along the purple male's throbbing cock and sealed his cock down to the last ridge inside the slit, where he filled Drac with sharp, sudden bursts of thick, creamy, century old ejaculate.

Drac's eyes rolled in the back of their sockets, a filling roar escaping his throat as large amounts of fertile cum hit him right in the most sensitive of places. Ruled by his rutting instincts, he dragged the red male down with his claws to latch his jaws around his neck like any male did under the spasming throbs of blissful orgasm.

Doravar felt not the feeble embrace of fangs, but the rhythmic grip of his dragoness. Drac's walls clamped hard around him to milk every bit of goodness that coursed through the sizable member, and that's all Doravar ever wanted. To erupt hard inside something wet. To finally taste relief after centuries of loneliness.

To inseminate, like his instincts always wanted.

The cacophony of their combined growls died down when the last spurt of seed poured out of the red dragon's deflating member.

"You failed." He growled to his partner.

Drac licked his dry maw and gave a submissive nod. "I tried my best, but...you can't say my little slip-up prevented you from drowning me with your seed."

That was true. His gender was no longer recognizable, as his entire lower belly was trapped under a blanket of fresh dragon semen.

"I'll try harder. Next time I'll-"

"There won't be a next time," Doravar pushed his head into the ground with a forepaw. He was not going to let the purple male off the hook so easily after this betrayal. Retribution would come, but for the time being, the smell of his own virile semen kept the red male docile enough to enjoy the afterglow of a most intense mating.