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An Ineffective Guardian

For FrozenThrone

By Draconicon

When one lives a life with power beyond the common lot of mortals, it becomes incredibly difficult not to flex that power from time to time. After one realizes that one can overcome most people in the world, it becomes hard not to enjoy that sort of strength, and to just take what you want.

Arthur was one such person. A western dragon that was still well below middle age, he had taken to wandering the land, doing what he wished and searching out those that might be more entertaining to fight with. It wasn't that he particularly enjoyed fighting to begin with, but the sight of someone on their knees, or better, impaled on his cock after a particularly good fight...

Well, that was enough to entice the dragon, for sure.

The blue dragon had been drawn to this temple by tales of another dragon, one that went by the name of Xian Long. The eastern serpent was the subject of a number of local legends, some that declared him a demi-god, some that merely held up him up as one of the greatest powers in the world that was still mortal. All of them agreed that he guarded a temple of great magic and power, and Arthur was interested in both the treasure and its guardian.

He stood on the steps leading up to the mountain temple, smiling as he flared his wings out behind him. The dragon slammed his fist against his chest once, twice, three times, almost like he was knocking on a door.

"Xian Long. I challenge you!"

His shout echoed up the mountain, then rolled back down at him as the roars of wind came swirling back to him. The steps shook, and the stones rattled, yet the temple stayed strong against his voice.

That was good. Many lesser places had crumbled, and he would hate for this to be over so soon.

The great doors of the temple opened, and from it emerged its guardian. Arthur's eyes fixed on him, and his grin widened.

Xian Long was just as the villages around had described him, a green dragon of slender body and tendrilled face. He looked like a noodle on legs, to Arthur, but one could be forgiven the more regal description. The older dragon walked out with his face tilted up, like one of the many nobles that Arthur had brought to heel over his lifetime. His robe fluttered in the wind, but he himself was as calm as one could imagine.

It was going to be good.

Arthur advanced up the steps, and the two dragons met at the halfway point between top and bottom. West and east stared at each other, then Xian shook his head.

"You will not win this challenge."

"Heh, because I'm young?"

"You are not ready."

"That's where you're wrong, old man. Because I am..."

Xian looked at him again, and this time, the other dragon moved.

It was a simple thing, but fast, faster than many of his other opponents. A claw that would have taken his heart if he had not moved just as fast in response, throwing himself sideways and grabbing the guardian's wrist in a tight grip.

"Ha! Is that your best?"

"Youth is wasted on the young."

A green tail came up, swinging for him, but he blocked it with his own. Green and blue flared as they battled each other, fists catching fists, tail swatting tail.

For the first time in too long, Arthur didn't win instantly, and he loved it. His lips turned up in a bigger and bigger grin as he realized that there was someone that could handle him, even if only slightly.

He swept his wings, and the sudden gust of wind knocked the guardian back a number of feet. Xian braced himself, his toe-claws sinking into the stone steps and ripping them up as he went flying back, but he could not save his robe. It went flying away, baring the green dragon to the world.

The western dragon smirked as he looked down, the other dragon's prick on easy display.

"Is that all that a guardian has?"

"Impudent whelp. You dare mock me?"

"Well, for that?"

Xian might have been respectable to other species, but to another dragon, a cock that was barely six inches long was downright shameful. He imagined that it didn't grow much, either, perhaps only a few inches longer. Arthur, on the other hand...

The blue dragon ripped his loincloth to the side, exposing himself, and the eastern dragon's eyes widened. As well they should, considering his nine-incher was still flaccid between his legs, and it outstripped the other dragon by far.

"This is a dragon's cock. That is nothing more than a wyrm's worm."

"It - size matters not!"

"Heh, let's find out."

They lunged for each other, clashing again for another moment or two, then three, then four. Their strikes were as blurs, too fast to see, too fast to catch, and the wind swept by in thunderous strikes moments later.

The dragons were not there to feel them, chasing each other up and down the stairs. The western dragon held the fury of the eastern, and then began to push back...and then began to dominate the fight.

Finally, Xian made a misstep, and Arthur took full advantage, following up with a tail-grab and a pin. He slammed the green dragon down into the steps, standing on his head and pinning him in place.

"You lose."

"Nnnngh..."

"And to the victor..."

"You...you..."

"Go the spoils."

He ripped away the few fragments of cloth that still covered the eastern dragon, smirking at the flat, soft rump that was under them all. It was hardly the most bountiful butt that he had had the pleasure of breaking in, but it had a nice, tight pucker under that tail, and he had little doubt that this guardian was a virgin. Oh, it would be fun to break him in.

"Once more, I get what I want..."

"You will get nothing from me."

"Tell that to my cock."

He was already hard. The fight had given him enough adrenaline for that, and more to the point, he had planned this from the start. It was always his way to take his pleasure from his opponent, and this one needed to learn his place.

Gripping his dick, the blue dragon leaned forward. He slid his cock up the valley between the cheeks, and rested the tip against that twitching pucker. By the end of this, that hole would be gaping, oozing, leaking, and he would be the one responsible. No more the chaste guardian of the temple, Xian Long would be marked as just one more of the western dragon's conquests.

He slid forward just a bit, just enough for the green dragon to feel the pressure of his cock. The guardian stiffened, trying to hold him back.

It wasn't enough.

"AAAAAAAGH!"

Xian screamed as Arthur thrust forward, and the western dragon grinned as the scream echoed up and down the mountainside. He pulled back, pushing in again, and then again, and again, each thrust forcing that pucker to open up, to spread apart, to give in to the mightier, superior cock that he had. In and out, in and out, each thrust taking him deeper, forcing Xian to submit that much more.

As ever, the other dragon's screams started to fade, replaced by unwilling moans. Arthur was used to that. Not one victim, not one loser had managed to hold back when he started to fuck them. Some succumbed quicker, some slower, but they all eventually began to fall in love with his cock. He smirked as he slammed forward, drawing an obscene moan from the older dragon.

"What's the matter, hmm? Already in love with a real cock?"

"Nnngh...let me...let me go..."

"Why? Too ashamed to let anyone know you came from this!"

Another thrust, deeper, harder, his scales clapping against Xian's with a harsh smack. One thrust, two, three, four, each one pushing the dragon beneath him further to his knees. He shifted his position, still standing on the guardian's face, grinning as he felt that pucker opening up, gaping around his cock.

"So loose already? Don't tell me that you're submitting to your fate without a fight?"

The guardian couldn't answer. He was already sliding down, already surrendering. He must have been weaker than Arthur had thought.

The blue dragon rolled, sitting down and pulling Xian onto his lap. The guardian didn't fight him, and if anything, he seemed to push back for more. Arthur smirked, using his opponent as a toy, bouncing him up and down his cock. No matter how loose that hole got, the insides were still all warm and tight, grasping at him, pulling at him, the eastern dragon falling apart compared to him.

It didn't take long for the power trip to push Arthur over the edge, and when he came, he came, hard. He grunted, holding the noodle-dragon down on his cock, forcing him to stay there as he flooded that broken hole with his seed. Every jet, every spurt, made him feel even more in charge.

When it was finally over, he let the broken dragon fall into a puddle of his own juices. Xian had cum many times, it seemed, though the eastern dragon had hidden his moans. Arthur smirked, giving that gaping, twitching hole one last rub before getting to his feet and walking up the steps to the temple.

It was time to take his loot.

The End