Heating up the Ice Caverns
This is a medium story commission I've done for a Spyro-loving friend
Description: On the cusp of Midwinter Eve, two dragons within the Ice Caverns are hard at work in running the last rehearsal for the upcoming cheer-filled spectacle. With a fitting volunteer to play the role of the steed, however, Asher finds it far too hard to focus on the task at hand, his mind and circling lust giving him no peace until he gets a piece of that rump.
Characters belong to the owner of the franchise
Cover art done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/xnirox/
***Heating up the Ice Caverns***
Asher hummed his favorite Midwinter Eve song while pinning red, ornamental globes into the white fur of Todor's usual attire. He would have liked something more festive, grander, eye-catching, but he could only ask so much from his already reluctant companion.
After all, it wasn't very easy to find someone playing the role of a sled animal pulling the titulary carriage filled by presents plus Asher's generous rump. The little ones would love it, to see one of their own at the front, cheerful and able to interact with them in every way that the usual oxes couldn't.
"Chin up," Asher's knuckles helped lift Todor's perspective on this gambit that had to pay off, one way or another. "There. Better. I've a thing for symmetry, for perfection. Everything looks better when you put care and soul into it, don't you think?"
"I think I'd like to change my mind, if...that's still an option..." Todor kept shaking his head, unaccustomed to wearing those thin straps of leather making up the forefront part of the rains around his snout. Those once full and excited pupils now glanced sideways in doubt, eying the pile of presents stacked by the sled.
Yes. Take those in. Take them all in, and know that you'd be the star of Midwinter Eve for delivering them to the right doorsteps. If there was one thing Asher could rely on, that had to be Todor's addiction to standing out; to matter, to be important to everybody.
Which he was, if Asher was to believe the rumors. Suppositions never sat well with the older dragon. Far better to seek out the truth, deeply embedded into the tightly clenched depths of this surprisingly uptight dragon.
"Interrupt my work halfway? Nonsense! Promises have already been made, excitement is at an all time high, and you, my dear, will make it all possible. We all play our part, Andor included. He's more of an artisan at this point, with how much he tinkered to fill up those boxes with worthy toys."
Todor's mischievous grin lasted for a split second, quickly vanishing beyond the veil of propriety. Well...not all toys were for the young ones. Adults needed their own reasons to get excited over MidWinter Eve, a time of sharing amidst the denizens of the Ice Caverns, physical or otherwise.
Todor considered that as well, given how he absorbed Asher's bulk. The red festive coat he wore revealed just enough of his strong chest to keep Todor's interest, his mauve plates hugged by the generous fluff hemming it. The saggy hat, tufted at the tip, balanced itself surprisingly well between Asher's segmented horns, preferring the narrow gap of his horns compared to the wider one of Todor's. Was it not for those far too adorable and clutch-able ears, Asher would have found a way to turn him extra festive, but his usual diadem sufficed. He was, after all, his Sapphire Star, guiding his hands and nefarious intentions both this night.
"Not much longer now. Keep steady if you want it to go faster. Not like it's the first time you're playing the role of a mount." Asher's dexterous fingers continued to work under his self-assured grin, fully aware of Todor's tendency to lift his tail for whoever needed to warm up against his graceful serpentine body. Admitting it always came impossible to Todor. His already expressive eyes bulged out in shock. His ears drooped while his tail awkwardly hugged one of his legs so that he could anxiously knead at the tufted tip with one anxious hand. And that was not even the best part, for the low, faint whimper admitting everything without fully giving it away beat everything by a wide shot.
That's what made him all the more captivating for Asher. This outburst of innocence masking a delight every dragon within the ice caverns dared to speak out loud about. Just not Todor, the guiltiest of them all. Oh, he'd have so much fun pounding the truth of it into him, but rehearsals for the Midwinter Eve came first, more so when Todor never managed such a performance prior to this day.
And what a performance it would be! Asher felt its success tingling in his balls. Or maybe that was just the interference from his thoughts on how the latter part of the day should go. Hard to think straight when pull on the rope hugging Todor's middle was all it took for his clothing to unravel and give way to a blueberry cock Asher's mouth watered at the mental picture of.
"It would have gone faster if you had your monocle. Can you even spot the finer details other than blurred, red speckles smudging into the collar of my coat?" Todor sighed as Asher drew back to analyze the placement of the ornaments, his burly fingers sailing through his soft, snow-white beard.
"Age-related japes. How quaint. Worry not, Todor. I've got just the thing in mind to prove the strength I still possess to you."
"Whatever that means," Todor added dryly.
His wry chuckle surprised Asher, but not more so than his flexing ears and flaring wings. "I feel everything you've used to convince me of this plan was all to grease me up. So to speak!"
Flooded by meekness, Todor leaned forward against the slate grey merlon of the wall facing the valley bellow so that Asher could begin setting the jingling cords of red leather in their designated place. How lucky that Todor's submissiveness arrived at the most opportune time, right when Asher needed it most. The harness and the reins were the main piece of the livery. Without them, there was no MidWinter Eve within the Ice Cavern and the domain surrounding them.
"Are you even sure you know how to set these in their proper place?" Todor chanced a glance back at Asher to make sure his gaze didn't fall to somewhere inappropriate.
"I've lived through enough Midwinter Eves, so I'm confident in my experience. You, on the other hand, fret more than usual. It's as if you got a spear up your rump," Asher found it impossible not to poke fun at this façade Todor liked to wear in public, the picture of calm innocence. It took a little probing to prove the contrary; to reveal how eager the slender dragon's body was to the touch even as Asher mounted the harness. Swift, certain movements, barely lingering on his naked haunches still got Todor's rump wiggling and his tail flagging, if for a split moment.
"Agh, cold cold cold!" Todor's tail swatted against Asher's hips in retribution. "Mind where the hands go! I don't remember any part of the harness that goes over the haunches!"
His bad indeed. They looked so supple, so...attractive, stirring a growing, tingling craving in his groin.
Not yet. Not until everything was in place. Asher not only had standards, but an order to uphold. First work, then fun. So, he next went to latch the ankle bands in place, lined with fur to keep the drake comfortable during his long strides.
"Hands," Asher dramatically leaned against Todor's body, squeezing the bulge of his groin against his rump, forcing Todor's back to arch like an accordion, all to make room for the grander, more imposing dragon.
"You could've...been more civil about it, you lazy arse."
"There, there," he gave Todor a reconciliatory pet between the ears, "Wasn't so bad, was it? Word goes that you enjoy spontaneity."
That got Todor proper silent, likely because it tickled his libido in just the right way. Feeling Asher under the tail for the first time was as much of an ambition of Todor's as it was Asher's. When upright, the sprightly dragon seldom interested Asher. Too tall, too thin, too...different. When on his fours, however, bent forward over that merlon as he was just now...Asher's entire body shuddered, electrifying sparks of yearn clutching his balls in solid reminder of just how long it had been since the last proper fucking.
For all his wit, the elder dragon remained eerily quiet, letting the song of the bells fill in the silence. Their serene sounds helped lessen some of Todor's stiffness as well. Or perhaps it was simply Asher's progress that helped put him more at ease, for the ending of this trying situation almost reached its end.
But not its climax. Far, far from it.
Asher left the best for last. The strap that was supposed to tie a loop around the belly to fix the main latch of the harness in place was delightfully short, courtesy of Asher's wit. To give Todor a proper showing of his effort, his fingers attempted to tie it together a few times, pressing against the thick belly of his coat to try and squish it down a tad.
It just wouldn't budge.
"What did you eat tonight? An ox?" The elder dragon merrily chuckled while he gave those last attempts his best shot, all to convince Todor of the worthiness of his struggles.
"Speaks the five steaks per meal dragon," Todor glared back at his companion, pupils thin in alarm. "I'm the fittest one around you bunch of walking colossi. What sort of cheap contraption did you saddle me with?"
"Hah, it's the finest leather I could find. Padded it myself to make sure it's all comfy around your girth. I just didn't account for your clothing and the extra layer of thickness it provides. Maybe if I just..."
Before that even sunk in, Asher undid the knot of the rope tying Todor's coat in place, letting its rear and middle flop on the floor and expose the dragon's rump and half-erect cock to both cold and a blue, transfixed gaze.
"Now that...is a sight worthy of song."
"Hey!" Todor snapped, only for his complaint to die in his throat as Asher's brutish hand guided him back over the merlon.
"It's all part of the plan. Bend forward like you used to until now. It's quite the fine position for this last step of the process."
"Wha...what last step? What process? Is this what it comes down to? Some vulgar, pretentious, downright perverse plan to put me chest against the stone, rump hoisted in the air for your benefit?"
"That's why it's called a rehearsal," Asher maintained his cool despite his thickening shaft peering past the lower end of his coat. The festive garb covered him nicely, letting just a hint of drooping balls out into the open. He didn't mind letting his globes on display throughout the adults-only section of the Ice Caves, finding the chill of the caverns more forgiving than stuffing his malehood within tight, unpleasant pants. For an adept of loin coverings such as himself, that practice was downright barbaric! Good thing the important festivities requiring such sacrifice only happened a few times per year...
"Aaand, this should be it," he said, tying his hands within the end of each of the reins, giving them a firm tug. Todor's body quivered with it, his simmering growl picking up steam. "How do you like it? Shall we go for a test run?"
"More like a test strum, you mean. What's next, a saddle? Along with a diamond-shaped plug that goes right into my..." The pause in his voice marked the hard gulp he had to take, his once scowling eyes rounding in shocked surprise. Asher's satisfaction rumbled deeply within his throat, well pleased--proud, even--with how neatly the furred seams of his coat embraced the top of his throbbing erection.
"I didn't...mean it like that. Not that I'd be vehemently opposed to what you imply but...it's a rehearsal. Just like you said," Todor continued, transfixed by the sight of Asher's erection, so much so that his tail shifted into its customary wag. Slow arcs at first, quickly picking in excited swings. "You don't seriously expect me to stride around like this, orbs jingling in the wind. It's uhm...It's a joke, right? A perverse allegory about those damned bells you've got me all wrapped up in?"
"If you wish to see it that way..." Asher formed the grip of the rains into loops tied around his wrists to keep his hands free for exploring Todor's delightfully supple frame. How subtle Todor's shudders were. How receptive the smooth surface of his haunches. Feeling those muscles bulge and ripple underneath the strokes of his hands filled him with unbearable anticipation, the thickness of his throbbing tip hitting its peak.
"Far it be removed from me to plant ideas into a dragon's head. If you disagree with my methods, we can just stop it here. Leave someone else to pick up our slack."
The sound of plucking buttons caught Todor's attention, his ears swiveling to the sides to catch the source of the disturbance. What was next, he must have wondered? Definitely not the rehearsals he had in mind.
It was supposed to be just a quick, reassuring glance. A swift peep. What he saw next sent his heart into a fluttering frenzy, keenly felt by Asher's hand that still rested atop his rump. Wide, awe-struck eyes lingered where Asher wished them to, dazzled by the clearer picture of what the older dragon packed.
No longer hugged by the fine fur of his parted coat, Asher's cock stood on full display, and it was fascinating in both size and girth. Wrapped within appealing veins leading up to a taut foreskin entrapping the most well-formed glans Todor had ever witnessed, Asher's member posed the striking picture of wanton need. Not even a prude like Todor could keep his jaws from slackening, revealing a smooth, curled tongue. If Asher knew better, he'd have plugged that cute muzzle instantly to teach Todor of what happened when you opened your mouth wide, but this evening, he had a crave for tight, clenching rump widely unaccustomed to the likes of him.
"I take it you like the item you see on display. Good," Asher stuck two fingers into his mouth, suckling them under the devious arch of his eyebrows. "It's my gift to you tonight. My way of thanking you for your unbridled enthusiasm to accept this position."
"N--no, I can't be expected to ahhhh...." Todor's eyes rolled halfway into the back of his skull, tail flagging instinctively under the swaying caress of Asher's lubricated fingers. His puckered flesh throbbed in wanton desperation to be pierced, stretched, vandalized by the stronger dragon's shaft; to feel him so deep within his body his limbs would give in under too intense quivering.
"To what?" Asher's fingertips continued to casually toy with Todor's entrance, varying the pressure applied to his entrance. He allowed the swaying and bucking of the slender dragon's body to dictate the pace. Rearing into Asher was answered with a stronger push, going as far as dipping his index finger in there when Todor proved to be too insistent--or maybe too comfortable--with Asher's expertise on how to handle a male.
"I'm listening," Asher continued his elaborate taunt, well aware that Todor's tongue curled along the roof of his mouth in utmost bliss.
All he had to offer were gasps bridged together by a dim, continuous purr. His wings, caged by the harness, attempted to flutter now and then, pushed to the brink by the tantalizing ecstasy going on down there. Whereas his sack used to just hang, limp and unassuming, it now stood as firm as his thinner, uncut cock, its blueberry head already moistened after just one minute of Asher's special treatment.
"No complaints then? That's a good little reindeer," Asher patted his rump with his free hand before guiding it to his own cock. A soft groan flitted past his pursed lips, the tightness of his foreskin surprisingly fulfilling after a week's worth of no sexual activities. Unlike most of the dragons around here, Asher used his hand for preparation, never to complete the goal. Oh, he had done it plenty of times in his younger days, but if older age taught him one thing, it had to be patience. A steady resolve to wait for the optimal situation to unload his bottled lust, preferably inside dragons like Todor, his favorite of personalities.
He wasn't close. Not by a long shot. And yet, it sure felt like his orgasm loomed around the corner whenever he tugged a little too harsh on his foreskin, draping it off his glans to lay bare the fulness of its fleshy ring.
"Finally learned your place, have you? Words are so fickle. So pointless. Better to let your body take charge, for who else knows your intimate desires better than your instinct?" Asher's wisdom came to an abrupt half as his fingers revisited his mouth for a second dose of lubrication. Todor's taste filled his mouth as an added bonus, soft and meek like his charming demeanor. The drake likely spent an inordinate amount of time keeping his undertail clean and well prepared for others to claim him, ever the self-conscious type.
Not that it mattered to Asher. Scent, taste, color came second to the most important detail of all, the feel of a male's tailhole. Upon revisiting it with his fingers, he could clearly tell that Todor's impatience reached its limit, given the way his tail coiled around Asher's hips, attempting to drag him into himself. He wanted it so, so bad that his claws grated against the merlon's half frozen stone, the wispy clouds of steam wafting from his panting maw fuller, more frequent, laced with desperation to be bred.
Much as Asher loved the foreplay--especially the teasing part of it--his heart just wouldn't let him keep Todor waiting. What if that full erection of his swung too hard, too often, perhaps enough to ejaculate without Asher ever feeling its girth trapped in the clutch of his palm? He couldn't have that; not with the reins prepped and ready to try out this brand-new riding mount.
"My, but you're tight," Asher affirmed from a simple dab of his cockhead against Todor's throbbing entrance. He had been under the tail of enough males to assess their individual tightness, with Todor sitting on the higher end of the tightness spectrum. His training, on the other hand, permitted him to take superior length and thickness both, requiring one extra step Asher would have gone through for the fun of it anyway.
"Let's grease you up, as you've put it."
"Ohhhh," Todor's moan was music to Asher's ears. For an extra dose of fun, he steadied Todor's back with one hand to keep him from weaving too much and tugged the reins with the other, grunting in surprise at how he almost slipped through when Todor suddenly relaxed his bottom.
Devious little thing, and impatient to boot. No respect for foreplay at all, ever seeking to be filled and pummeled. Oh, he'd have that in just a moment. Right now, Asher savored the last of the lubrication ritual, his tongue tip trailing over his lips in concentration. Performing that circular movement to ensure that his precum was spread evenly without the aid of a hand required hard-earned discipline, more so with the tailhole of a new partner. Asher loved the texture of a male's entrance, so much so that he once finished without even penetrating his partner as part of a cream the donut challenge.
"All set, I'd say," Asher patted Todor's rump to give him one last opportunity to take in a deep breath, should he need it. "Wait, what am I doing? Tail up means you're all prepared already. Ohhhh, so preparrrreedddd..."
Asher's wings sprung upward under the toll of pleasure, his tailhole clenching tighter than his partner's. Just a short push of his tip in, and Todor already squeezed with all his might, forcing Asher's eyelids to scrunch over his eyes to both savor and withstand that unexpected wave of utter delight.
"Oh, skies..." he muttered to himself, fangs grinding against one another during the first and best thrust. He wasn't a savage, to hilt himself balls-deep into Todor without feeling him first. Only a slow, patient penetration could achieve that, savored to the fullest by both dragons, if Asher's strained hum mixing with Todor's sharp yet elated moan was any indication of that.
"Ghhah, you're...relentless!" The elder drake's knees shook in unison with his claws that pressed against the stone below as if seeking to drive through it. Not only was the pushing of his foreskin all the way back immensely gratifying, but Todor's impatient squeezes provided sudden, intermittent pressure intent on draining him dry sooner than Asher had planned.
"Ohhh my word..." a short pause to catch his breath followed Asher's full plunge into his partner. Either a week was far too long to go without release, or Todor's rump far exceeded his expectations. "You rowdy little thing," he slapped the drake's butt playfully, causing him to tense up and shoot another spike of pleasure through Asher's already unsteady form.
"You surprised me. But don't forget who's holding the reins."
A poor decision, to jerk Todor's butt against his crotch; to force his tunnel to constrict yet again around Asher's steel-hard shaft, whipping the elder drake's head back in growling surprise. With so much tension embracing the entirety of his throbbing length, Asher could practically feel his precum worming its way through his cock, squeezed into Todor's depths. It all felt cozier now. Slicker. Though still intense, Asher no longer felt trapped inside Todor, the extra dose of lubrication hefty enough to assume the position he had in mind from the very beginning.
"I'm not done, my trusty steed," Asher's left hand seized the ears of his partner, squeezing them together in his brutish grip. "Much as you want this supposedly frail old man to succumb to your charm."
He had far more to say. Monologues often amplified his arousal, providing the extra spice needed to make this fuck more personal. For now, he let his swinging hips do the talk for him, letting the wet thumps of haunches smashing together and the squelching of Todor's abused tailhole take the lead. Every now and then, he jerked the reins to liven up Todor's hindquarters, refusing to let him pant, drool, and hold onto that merlon for dear life.
"Hya!" All of Todor's bells rattled in unison as Asher's forceful tugs reminded his mount to plant his feet well against the ground. "Giddy up, Todor. Put some life into this. Oh, you can't? Tongue too limp? Breath choked out of your throat?"
As he spoke, Asher rammed his hips into Todor's to drive his ploughing member as deep into him as it would go. Those quakes of his partner's body were as arousing as his sharp contractions heralded by enamored yelps, yips and shuddering growls. Todor's tail itself provided clear indication as to how much he enjoyed it, bent over his back to let Asher seize full control of him.
"Come on. Come on!" Asher viciously pulled on both reins in unison with his thrusts, forcing Todor's rump to slap against his crotch just as he speared his way through to knock against his companion's prostate. Every hit counted, the plunges so deep, so rough that Todor no longer had the strength to moan, skipping straight into the drooling phase.
"Come on!" Asher repeated, glancing at Todor's cock. A fountain of clear precum leaked out of his tense tip. So close! So, so close! He had to cum! He had to--
"Roaaaaaaaarh!" Asher's climax hit him in full force, triggered by Todor's hefty squeeze. The bells rattled rather than jingling, the unsteady shudders of Asher's hand not enough to produce their serene melody. Much as he wanted to keep asserting his dominance over his steed, Asher's grip slackened over the rains, his hand falling on Todor's rump as the elder dragon's jaws turned to stone. No sounds escaped him while a week's worth of seed spurted into Todor. No amount of mutual body grinding could hope to overpower the searing pricks lashing through his cock to force his thick seed forward and into his partner. For all intents and purposes, Asher was as paralyzed as Todor, every ounce of focus poured into savoring the most intense orgasm he had all year.
"Hah...hah...hah..." Asher's breath began to return to him. Thick furred eyebrows quirked into devious arches as Asher tried a few more thrusts into Todor while his erection persisted. They only served to imbalance him further by subjecting him to sharp pangs of pleasure, enough to make the old man reel.
Fine. Have it his way. After all this exertion, Asher needed a drink anyway.
"Stay put," a jerk of the reins reminded Todor to keep his lovely rump in place. "I'll just..."
Asher's words faltered as he spotted a dab of blue on the edge of his vision, warmed by firelight streaming from inside the keep.
Andor. Burdened with presents. Delivered after half an hour, as promised. Only, he didn't move. He rooted himself in place, alarmed and aroused by the scene unfolding before him.
"How long have you been watching?" Asher slammed his hips against Todor's one final time, grunting as he milked the last of his spurts into the enthralled dragon's rump. "Long enough, I'd say."
"I'm...I wasn't...I'm just...delivering these to the sled. As promised. Like you asked me to. After my toys were ready. And packed."
By the time he finished his stuttering excuse, Andor's blush turned his cheeks into a lovely hyacinth color, quickly stolen by the veil of a wing. His furred tail attempted to do the same for his erection while he continued to be on his way, all hard and bothered.
"Golden bows, eh? I know what those mean. How about you come over and give me my gift a little earlier? I got just the thing to share."
A soft, final huff fled the elder drake's muzzle during his pullout, his glans oversensitive after the rough yet very welcomed ride. Trickles of his generous load webbed their way down Todor's balls and inner haunches, pattering down on the stone below.
"Here you go," Asher stepped to the side, lifting Todor's tail for a clear picture of what he offered. "Warm, stretched, fully lubricated. Comes with complementary reins to adjust the speed of your mount."
For a dose of extra charm, he jingled those bells a little, keeping Todor's wide eyes fixed on the valley in front, his heavy breaths saying more than his words could ever hope to accomplish. Yes, it was quite the shock for a third dragon to walk in on them. Mortifying, even. But what better way to satisfy that fantasy than to just keep his tail flagged and his eyes up front to let others use him as they pleased? MidWinter Eve only came once a year, and in this particular instance, Todor felt overly generous--or maybe just selfish, given that Asher's several minutes of rough pounding brought him on the verge without pushing him over it.
It took about a minute of intense, cock-throbbing lust for Andor's wing to completely return to his back. For his stunned gaze to fully understand what was happening. He could have continued his walk and chalk it all up to one big misunderstanding, but the ruddy front half of his cock wouldn't have it. Like Asher, Andor was of a mood tonight. Despite his lethargic steps, searing cheeks and sagged tail, the blue dragon pressed on, guided by the smell of sex, by the rare sight of an already filled tailhole.
"These are yours," Asher traded off Todor's reins in exchange for the three boxes that had yet to fall from Andor's embrace. "And these are mine."
What a wuss. For all his bulk and presence, Andor held the reins like a feeble youngster. No control. No assertive display. Not even a quick tug to remind Todor of who was in control now.
"Like this," Asher provided an example of what those reins were used for, forcing Todor to brace against the merlon and raise his rump, expecting Andor to slide inside him at any given time. Sure he could steal a glance of the two dragons any time he wished, but the perverted sweetheart thrived on suspense as much as he loved the rougher handling.
"Now claim him and empty that cock of yours, before someone else comes along."
"I...Shouldn't I at least..." Andor scowled at the mess, undoubtedly wishing to at least make the exterior of Todor's rump acceptable.
"I'd take him while he's still warmed up. Better act quick, before the wind makes him all brittle."
While Andor fumbled for the best way to go about this, Asher set his attention to the nicely wrapped boxes. The red dotted one caught his attention first, so he started with that one. What came out of it was an orb-powered toy, equipped with a vibrating function triggered by the button placed at its base. A small press of it, and it already buzzed to life. Excellent!
"Arghhhh!" Andor's sudden cry drew Asher's attention to his sinking cock all the way to the balls, aided by the generous amounts of seed Asher had left for him. That was quick. No foreplay, just business.
"You're welcome," the elder drake whispered under his breath, bringing his tail around to clutch his chosen toy within its tip. Like with Todor, part of the pleasure came from a slow start meant to ease his partner into what came next. Though he had no more left in his now flaccid cock, the lacquered toy cared little for the drawbacks of a living, breathing dragon. He'd take Andor, one way or another, but not without first sampling his goods.
"Let...let me know if...too fast..." Andor fucked the opposite with which he meticulously crafted his toys, impatient to a fault and far too polite with the likes of Todor. "I'm...not used to such tightness. To such hrrr wetness!"
He said that last part just as he bottomed out inside Todor, stretching him so good, filling him so wholly with his ticker, uncut girth that Todor's squirming instantly died down, the spindly drake stunned by this second dose of unexpected delight.
"Mrrrrrhhhh," Andor gasped for breath as Todor's famous squeezes attempted to bring him to climax, if the throbbing on the base of his tail was any indication.
"Keep it going, boys," Asher studied Andor's generous golden sack, smooth and delightfully plump. Its front bore the mark of Asher, caked by the thick seed the older dragon had freshly put inside Todor. Speaking of the mount, he barely even moved anymore, hanging over his merlon like the needy, panting slut he was, squinting in glee as he savored Andor's thickness inside him.
"Don't stop on my account. I'm just a lone, bored spectator..."
Tempting. So tempting to spit in his hand, grab Todor's cock and bring him over his peak. Given how hard he clamped down during orgasm, it would likely be the end of Andor's stamina as well.
Too soon, and also a little...uneventful.
"Nhhah..." Andor used the reins to stabilize his wobbling form than to control his mount, the fool. "This...is something else..."
Though his blurry, unfocused gaze skipped over to Asher, no dragon within the Ice Caverns cared more about that one perverted bystander while inside a partner. Todor's loss for words became his greatest weapon as well, fully playing the role of the titular mount he ought to embody, easing into this lewd game surprisingly fast. Grunts, swaying tail, bucking hips and wiggling haunches controlled Andor's pace. If Todor wanted it harder, he but had to violently rear into Andor's cock. To slow down, he simply had to curl back his head and let out a bliss-filled growl, a sound that seemed to straighten Andor's posture and breathe confidence into his steady strokes.
"Closing in, are you?" Asher knelt by the side of Andor's hips, studying the violent swaying of his sack, the squelching noise of precum-laden cum scraped off by his glans during pullouts, then rammed back where it belonged, inside Todor. "Yes. I can feel it in your tremors-struck balls, so tight and eager to unload."
"W--what are you..." Andor's attention slipped to Asher for a moment, only for his gaze to snap ahead when Todor swung his butt against his crotch, ever in demand of harder thrusts.
"Don't mind me. I'm just check out the goods," Asher smirked under his breath while fondling Andor's balls within the palm of his hand. He never really indulged in this furtive pleasure, ever one to ram males from behind. The other positions never really hit home for him.
Not unless he partook in the lewdness in his own depraved way.
"Impressive reserves you house there. How long has it been, I wonder? A day? A week? A month? Even more?"
"I... hmpfff...can't really..." the blue dragon strained to grasp for coherence while his mating motions gained arousing amplitude. "I'm...I'm close to..."
"You are, aren't you?" Asher took advantage of Andor's scrunched eyelids to stick the tip of his toy into his mouth, treating it as if a real member. It took a cock in the mouth to realize that he could do the same for Todor; to savor his warmth, his sweet-tinged precum, those desperate throbs swelling his glans to its maximum potential right as he'd burst into Asher's throat.
The toy popped out of the elder dragon's mouth, glistening in the pale torchlight streaming from the keep's depths. This was it. The perfect tool to ram up Andor's tight arse and teach him once and for all the importance of trial testing his products.
"Tail's up," Asher's right hand met no resistance from the gasping dragon overtaken by growly noises and gnashing teeth. "Here comes the big one."
If only he could tease that tight pucker a little further; to mellow it to the subtle caress of the toy. But there was no time. Andor's endurance was all but spent. Now was the perfect moment to augment his orgasm by stuffing a cock up his arse, even if it did not belong to him.
"Ohhh, that's iiiiit," Asher drawled while pushing the toy through Andor's surprisingly stubborn entrance. He could practically feel the struggle; the throbs rushing through cock and tailhole both pushing him to the sweetest and highest peak. More so, penetrating a virgin dragon's tailhole with his own creation added to Asher's perverse thrill, feeling strangely vindicated--and aroused--for finally getting some quality control going on those products.
"Grawwwrh!" Andor howled as he stumbled and crashed against his beloved mount, burly arms wrapped around Todor's lithe middle. Watching Andor instantly stiffen, his maw gaped wide to cry out a roar that never came, hardened Asher's aching more than the elder dragon anticipated, flooding him with breath-stealing arousal.
His heart never beat so hard, nor had his jittery fingers trembled quite so bad while trying to press on the button enabling the vibration function. Asher's throat felt like an arid desert, every drop of moisture stolen by the nervousness of enabling what amounted to the most erotic moment of his life.
Click! Zzzzzzzzzz!
"Oh...Oh heavenly skies..." Asher gasped in Andor's stead, seed almost blasting from his lurching cock from Andor's visceral--and dare say vicarious--reaction. Seeing his muscles instantly tighten, his muzzle furrow in fierce pleasure, his hips downright lurch amidst the hard, unsteady thrusts he pumped into Todor. Poor thing never expected anal stimulation to hit him so hard; to make him cum on the spot simply from being filled so thoroughly by the vibrating dildo.
Asher immediately seized his erection, pumping it curiously while his other hand turned and pressed the toy deeper into Andor, feeling that heavenly thrum disperse through his anal muscles as if it was his own.
He came so much. So hard. So fast!
More. He could do better. He had do!
Asher stuffed Andor to the brim, planting that vibrating girth as deep as Andor's shuddering depths allowed. It almost made it to the base, meeting surprising resistance on the way, yet the outcome remained the same. Invaded from the one end Andor never toyed himself with, the blue dragon's wings fluttered something crazy as his orgasm-induced roar finally filled the skies, his sack tightening and throbbing in eagerness to empty itself of all that it held.
That did Todor in as well. No hands. Not even a touch. Just pure anal pleasure, bringing about a climax so mighty Asher abandoned everything Andor-related to crawl under Todor and suck enhance his pleasure to its limits. A few spurts of cum pelted the purple dragon's face while his gaping maw inched closer to the twitching shaft, its bobs and swings as wild as Todor's rough, need-filled scent.
"Mmmm," Asher locked his mouth around Todor's shaft, immediately swallowing his sticky load while continuing to masturbate with his left hand. He loved that smooth cream Todor's spasm-ridden cock ejaculated in arousing amounts, balls quivering due to the sheer might of his climax. Best of all, Asher's head was right under him, ready to swallow and tease his tip, his glans, his vein-adorned length in order to make this prude pass out in bliss, if possible.
The entire opposite happened. No longer able to hang onto the merlon, Todor and Andor crashed on the side, with the mount's cock flopping out of Asher's mouth. One final lance of seed spattered against his lips, quickly brushed aside by the elder dragon's tongue.
So close. He was so close. If only he could...
"Here," Asher made use of Todor's lolling tongue to slide his cock into his mouth, feeling himself brought to the edge of sanity by how good its moist heat felt. "Return the favor. You always wanted a taste of me anyway."
Todor didn't immediately obliged, more keen on savoring his siesta. At least until Asher grabbed onto his horns, ready to guide him as he did earlier with the reins. He did wish to play the role of a submissive mount after all!
***The End***
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