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Deeper than a Deepthroat

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Sullivan & Talon

"Talon!"

Sullivan cried out as the smaller feral dragon was tossed in the air with a happy squeal. He was barely a mouthful (okay, a little less than that) for his much larger boyfriend, though it helped some that they were both dragons. It meant that they knew one another better, the inclinations of their species, though Talon was much larger than him, big enough so that maybe one and a half four-legged Sullivan dragons could have fit within his mouth. Talon, however, was a rich green shade, like emeralds, his horns and spines adorned in a golden glow, along with the other points of his body. He still lovingly said that Sullivan was the most handsome to him, though the small, earth dwelling dragon felt much plainer than Talon in brown scales and without the larger beast's magnificent wings.

He spun, flipping over in the air, gifted the semblance of flight, if only for a brief few beats of his heart. It was never something that was meant to last as they continued their loving play, cocks out and hard, as drakes that passionately loved one another enjoyed so much. They, after all, did not have to hide their inclinations, the raunchy rise of their sexual needs, even when they differed so greatly in size.

Yet it was right for Sullivan to wriggle within Talon's maw as he was caught, trapped longingly in a cage of teeth, though they were teeth that would never hurt him, oh no: he trusted Talon far, far too much for that. Talon rumbled a growl around him, only unable to talk because he had his mouth full, though all in the very best of ways. His tongue slurped and ran along the full length of Sullivan's body, even around his tail, up under it too, giving him the strangest rim job that Sullivan had ever experienced. Whimpering and grinding his tiny yet so very hard length into the much larger drake's tongue the best he could, all Sullivan could do was try to be present in the moment, staying right where he was.

"Oh... Yes... Yes, Talon... Ohhh, that feels so good!"

He moaned out loud, not caring who heard him, for they were far enough away from more civilised souls for him to not have to worry about things like that. No, the time out there was just for the two of them, twisting and turning in maw-play bliss.

Talon's tongue scooped up and over his cock, though it could not wind around such a small, comparatively so, member, when the two dragons were put up against one another. But Talon could pleasure his partner in other ways, letting the smaller dragon roll and turn in the wet bliss of his maw, his thick, oddly fleshy tongue tickling up his belly.

Sullivan squirmed, not even trying to hold onto the wet, slippery appendage, taking care not to fall out of the cage of teeth that he had willingly put himself in. It was right where he wanted to be as he moaned and grunted, thrusting wildly, his cock drooling so much pre-cum that it stayed there, slick and ready, on the other drake's tongue for a heartbeat before saliva washed it away. And, oh, there was so much saliva in a dragon's maw, washing and swilling around his teeth, over his tongue, tickling and teasing, wetly slurping, the sound of the drake's gullet and throat drawing Sullivan down deeper into sexual ecstasy.

A flicker of tongue under his tail, sweeping over the tight ring of his tail hole again. Once, Talon had managed to squeeze just a bit of his tongue in there, but it had been a stretch indeed, even with how slick and lubricated such an appendage was. That was not to be the case that day, however, Talon grunted as he tipped his head back, slowly sliding his "prey" to the back of his mouth.

"Ohhh!"

Sullivan cried out, but his squirms were from excitement, need coursing through, making his cock pump out even more pre-cum, almost as if he was climaxing already. But he would have that joy when he was in the drake's throat, barely able to keep himself still as the dragon's maw closed around him, leaving only the tiniest hint of daylight around Talon's teeth and lips. Yet Sullivan the earth dragon was where he wanted to be, their dragon-magic protecting them from any harm.

No harm would come to him as the dominant drake fervently pushed Sullivan to the back of his mouth with his wriggling tongue, demanding more, slurping and lapping over the small dragon as he craved more. Yet that more was something that he was always going to get as Sullivan squirmed into his gulping throat, closing and pulsing around him, dragging him pleasurably, as his cock throbbed, into an even darker kind of darkness.

Oh... It was not for Sullivan to be clever with words as the earth dragon squealed and climaxed, his frantic squirming helping him to ease down Talon's throat even more, his tail following suit as he went down head first, overjoyed to be there, ecstasy pulsing through him. He shot his load, but that only helped to lubricate his path down, grunting and twisting, need like no other coursing through him.

There was nothing like the big gulp, deeper than a deepthroat, being swallowed, a part of a more dominant dragon. It was those thoughts that lingered, clawing at his mind, as he snarled and grunted, caught in sexual fervour, unaware of one orgasm ended and the other began, down and down and down into the sultry pit of Talon's stomach. There, he would be protected until it was time for him to come out again, safe and whole, climaxing over and over again, while he turned in comforting, warm ecstasy.

Talon rumbled around him, the larger drake standing up on his back legs, releasing a jet of fire, the backwash of it sweeping down his gut to warm Sullivan further, the little dragon squeaking softly, though any sounds he made were lost and muffled in Talon's bulk. Still, it was where he wanted to be, nestled down, rocking his hips, an open-mouthed grin on his lips, exulting in the kind of delirious ecstasy that no one that had ever been swallowed would have wanted to come back from.

It was the best kind of deepthroat there was!