FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

It's been a pretty long time since I have uploaded anything, so apologies for that, but here's hoping I can still get out something enjoyable to read.

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The day had been long and hard, much harder than it had needed to be thanks to a chance shower of snow that had left visibility to practically zero. Luran, a bulky dragon had been out exploring, hoping to see the wonders of the world, and he had been left able to see little more than the end of his own nose. He had heard tales of some mythical creature out in the snowy plains nearby, but had seen nothing to indicate those stories were true so far. All the descriptions he had heard seemed to be lacking in all description, leaving him with little to go on besides 'incredible, awe-inspiring' or 'life changing'.

He was worried that whatever he was searching for was the same dull white as the snow, in which case he knew he could step right passed it and not see it, but then he had little idea of the size of the creature he was looking for. Was it some phantasmal wisp spirit that could appear in the sky, something as large as the mountains themselves? He would have to find out.

Luran's own colours were clear against the fresh snow, the deep brown of his scales a strong contrast to the appearing softness of his surroundings. His paws crunched through the snow as he walked, he had been hoping to rest at a town that was meant to be nearby, but it seemed like he had been thrown off his course, and could see no sign of roads or signs now, leaving him to wander. He wasn't overly worried about becoming lost, he could survive for some time without eating, and knew he could chew on the snow to get water that way, but he was sore and tired, and just wanted somewhere to rest.

The secret to gliding across the snow was lost to him, his bulk wouldn't allow it, but he knew enough to try spreading his weight so that he didn't sink down to his chest with each step, leaving a trail of deep prints behind him, though if the snow continued then even that would be covered over and left with the same pristine white of the landscape.

Catching sight of a nearby hill hurried the earth dragon's steps, it looked solid at least, and he would like the chance to just sit, besides taking the opportunity to get a better view of his surroundings if it was at all possible. Climbing up the side gentle slope renewed him with confidence, there was stone under the snow here, something he had known all his life and was much more comfortable with. Pulling his way to the peak Luran slumped down with a satisfied sigh, rolling his shoulders and letting his weight rest on his haunches.

His own body heat would keep him warm enough for a while, but it didn't make things more comfortable, so he made an attempt of scooping some snow around his resting sight to break the gentle wind at least, curling his tail around his body afterwards. Even without finding the mystery he had come searching for, he had to admit there was beauty to be found here, everything looked so clean, and when the sun was out it seemed to make the whole world around him sparkle.

Caught in his own thoughts, it took Luran a few moments to notice that this wasn't the only hill in the area, and definitely not the most appealing. He caught sight of another through the drifting flakes of snow, leaning forwards as if it would help give him a better view, but his mind was made up instantly, this next hill had a light source, and that must mean someone was there. Taking a few more moments to rest, the brown dragon kept his gaze focused on his new target, he didn't want to lose sight and get lost again.

When he finally decided to move again Luran rose from the snow, giving a quick shake of his body to free it of the snow that had decided to cling to him, and then gave a long stretch. Hearing the soft pops and cracks was satisfying to him, letting out a pleased sigh as some of the soreness was driven from his body. It would be nice to find a bed to rest in for a while, or even some place that didn't just have the sky overhead for cover.

His eagerness caught up to him, and there was some stumbling as the bulky dragon attempted to get down the side of his hill, leaving him with a mouthful of snow on more than one occasion, but once he was at the bottom he just kept on walking. There was no need to wait now, either he would find something or he wouldn't, but just sitting atop a hill was hardly going to help him right now.

This new journey felt quick and easy compared to the rest of his day, and as he approached he found the light source growing, confirming that it hadn't just been some trick of the eye, but with the way it was outlining the snowy hill he knew he would either need to go above it or around it to find the source. Deciding to take things easier he went around, there was no need to strain himself now, and time was something he had in abundance.

Even with his strength, the snow seemed to just sap the energy out of him though, huffing softly as he finally came around the final bend. The sight there left him almost breathless for a moment, blinking and reaching a paw to rub at his eyes as if to clear them. There was a cave, carved into the side of this hill, and it was no natural thing, the opening small enough to keep the elements out, but with a refined look even if there was no door.

There were clear pillars of what he first thought was glass reaching up from the ground, and it was from within them that the light was coming from. The gentle orange glow seemed to outline the artful carving of the pillars, and when he got close enough to touch one he realised that they weren't glass, but ice. He had never seen ice that looked so clear, able to see right through it, but with the way the light seemed to dance inside he could catch the sprawling curves and lines that ran along the pillar.

It seemed that Luran had found the home of an artist. He spent a few minutes just admiring that work, the two obelisks of ice were different in subtle ways, but looked as if to be a near perfect match for each other, and he knew that this discovery at least was enough to make getting lost in a snowstorm worth it.

The snow was clearing up now, finally giving him a clear view, though with the sun setting he was needed to rely on the light of the moon and the slowly appearing stars overhead. His night vision was excellent, he had spent years underground without such a good source of light, but in these plains everything was covered in the same soft white, making it hard to judge distance or even see anything that could stand out.

Deciding to try his luck inside Luran poked his head in through the entrance and cleared his throat loudly, giving a quick look around. The walls were made of polished ice here as well, though the besides a small amount of snow that had piled up at the entrance the floor seemed to be covered almost exclusively with rugs and carpets.

"Hello? Anyone home?" He called out in a deep, rumbling voice, hearing his own voice echo back to him faintly.

There was no response, but he knew someone lived here, otherwise it wouldn't have been in such good repair. He was too considerate to just barge into someone's home though, and wouldn't want to set the impression he was here to steal or take advantage of someone else's belongings.

Instead, Luran pulled his head back out, giving a sigh of disappointment already at leaving the cosy interior of the ice cave. He twisted and looked around, trying to catch sight of where the owners might be, there was no chance his voice had gone unheard, at least he hoped there wasn't. There was no sign of anyone nearby, but as he looked around he noticed something, the footsteps he were leaving were sunk deep into the snow, but there were others, barely seeming to make an indent on the powdery surface, and after lining a print up with one of his own paws it was clear that they were made by another.

Something else was clear though, these prints were made by another dragon, and it left him feeling gladder that he hadn't wondered off into their home, he didn't want to get into a fight out here. With nothing better to do, he turned his head down and started following those tracks, he had to pay close attention because they were almost impossible to see as they trailed off into the distance.

Luran felt like some sort of tracking hound at that moment, trying to follow the faintest track in search of his prey, though prey was a rough word for it, he was more looking for someone to offer him something warm to drink and a place to rest for a few hours. His search didn't take long, climbing a small incline and lifting his head to scout the area again.

That was when he saw them, feeling struck by the sight in front of him. At first he thought it was a statue, sculpted by the same talented hand that had carved those pillars, but with a close watch he saw movement.

In front of him was another dragon, their scales such a light blue that he wouldn't have seen them if he was further away. They were just standing there, wings spread wide above them, chest held high and head looking down, posing as if they were about to pass judgement on some important matter. One wing twitched slightly, and that was what had caught his eye, he didn't know what this dragon was doing, or why, but they were alive... and they were incredible.

The sleek elegance of their body, the glisten of polished scales, and the stance that let them balance perfectly on the snow, all of it seemed like it had been pulled from an ideal imagining of a dragon. There was nothing fearful or frightening about them, even the claws he could see and the no doubt deadly blade at the tip of that tail looked as if it was all by design.

He didn't know what to do, Luran had never been in a position like this, and he didn't know if he would interrupt some important ritual by calling out, but he couldn't pull his gaze away. He was so focused on staring back at this dragon that he was still mid-step, worried that if his paw crunched down through the snow under him it would somehow shatter the scene in front of him.

It didn't take much thinking to realise this was actually the mythical creature he had been searching for, or at least in his eyes it was. Some of the descriptions had been a bit exaggerated, but he knew this was not a sight he would forget any time soon at least.

His trance was broken when the light blue form in front of him moved again, watching as this mysterious dragon lowered their wings and shoulders, giving a gently shake of their body, and then turning back to look right at him. He was stunned, that face held the same elegance as the body under it, and the way that slender neck arched to acknowledge him made him feel a clear lack of beauty in his own form.

He was thankfully spared the effort of moving himself as the other dragon moved towards him, watching the delicate steps that glided across the snow, slowly closing the distance between him and leaving him to admire the view he had even closer.

"Hmmm... Are you here for the statue?" A voice called out to him, the soft sound forcing a clearing in his thoughts.

"The... statue?" Luran replied, he felt like his thoughts couldn't catch up. Had he missed something, some sign or signal? "No, no. I was out here looking-"

"For me no doubt." The words cut the brown dragon off. "And was the journey worth it? Am I everything the tales promised?" The slender dragon continued.

"I... The stories?" Luran asked, sounding more confused. "I had heard rumours of some mythical creature out here." He supplied.

"Just rumours? No stories or poems? You didn't find yourself captured by my splendour in a painting and leave everything behind for a fleeting glimpse of my brilliance?" The light blue dragon asked, and without a sign of sarcasm or joking in their voice.

Luran felt stunned, such confidence in that voice, did they truly expect others to come searching just to see them? But then that was what he had done, come to see a wonder of the world, and besides a lack of manners he was not disappointed so far.

"Just rumours. I was lost actually, trying to find a town near here and blinded by the snow. I was hoping to find a place to rest for a short time." Luran explained himself. "I saw your home, and thought that some hidden artist lived there."

"An artist? Me? No, I am the focus of artists, the muse that inspires their creations. Look at me, is it not obvious that they would eagerly come searching through this hostile land to capture my splendour?" The slender dragon was certainly bold, thinking highly of themselves. "I wait here every day for hours, so that any soul that wishes to take in my glory can do so. I am Irrylar, the Icon of the Snow!"

Luran felt his jaw work soundlessly for a moment, what could he say in response to such a claim? He watched as Irrylar stretched, raising a front leg and looking off into the distance like a hero told of in epics. The Icon of the Snow? A self-claimed title no doubt, but if ever the snow needed an icon this dragon was the perfect fit.

"Well... Irrylar, your uh... magnificence is clear to see. I am called Luran, and for now I am just an adventurer." He winced at his own words, his tongue felt clumsy in comparison to the elegant dragon in front of him. "As I said, I was just hoping for a place to find some rest, and would appreciate if you could spare the space in your home? Just for a few hours."

His words had been blunt, and to the point, and left him feeling clumsy beneath the gaze of Irrylar, who was still standing in a pose as if waiting to be painted, who looked back with a surprised expression on their face.

"No offers of tribute or your undying love?" Irrylar, the smaller of the two asked. "Well... I suppose I could manage that, you can see how incredible and perfect my home is." The blue dragon offered, already moving back along the faint path they had left.

Luran was quick to follow, not just because he had a chance to rest somewhere now, but because he was simply captivated by this dragon, they were far stranger than any he had met before. There had been no talk of fighting or submitting beneath their strength, instead they just seemed to want others to appreciate the sight of them, something he had no trouble with doing himself.

Following after Irrylar gave him more time to admire that slender body, but while they might look delicate it seemed like there was strength to them as well, much like an intricate metal sculpture. Even just walking seemed to show the clear difference in elegance between them, his paws fell almost heavy and clumsy despite his efforts to walk softly, while it seemed like the blue didn't spare it any thought or effort.

"So... what are you doing all the way out here? It hardly seems a comfortable place for a home." Luran asked, trying to make some conversation.

"My home is the most comfortable any dragon has known, and out here even the skies dance in joy at my appearance." Irrylar replied with a nod of their head, confirming their own words.

"The skies dance? You mean clouds?" Luran asked, trying to make sense of what he was hearing.

"Not clouds, the heavens open and lights dance all the way across the sky. Not even the stars can hold such brilliance, and they come to see me." The blue dragon sounded smug as they said it, but Luran had seen no such sign himself.

"Well, perhaps I'll have the chance to see it myself sometime." The larger dragon said, though without much confidence. He was wondering if a life of solitude had left Irrylar a little... odd.

"Perhaps." Was all Irrylar replied with, showing a smile over a shoulder before turning to face where they were walking.

Luran got a good look at the grace in those movements, it didn't seem as if the blue dragon was conserving energy or walking more efficiently, more like every movement just seemed to enhance them, not quite strutting but walking with a stride that demanded to be noticed. Luran certainly noticed, and appreciated the soft swaying of that walk, watching Irrylar's shoulders roll with the movement, and getting a good view of those haunches while following after the other dragon.

It was an effort not to stare, and it was a strong effort, besides being majestic, graceful, and brilliant, there was a much simpler word that Luran would use to describe the other dragon. Attractive. He wanted to reach out and run a paw over those haunches, to feel the firmness and softness that he could clearly see now, to trail up to the base of that tail and feel it lift... his thoughts were getting ahead of himself, this was no time for such things. He doubted he was the only one to find this dragon so appealing, and felt there was little chance they would be interested in him anyway.

The journey back to the cave continued in relative silence after that, it wasn't a long walk and Luran got his fill of admiring the other dragon, it was clear why others might seek them out just for a painting or to see them at this point, though their attitude showed that it was something they felt was clearly deserved.

Arriving back at the cave gave the earth dragon another look at those captivating pillars, a clear sign of luxury in such a pristine environment. This time he didn't have the chance to linger though, only pausing for a moment as Irrylar moved in before following the blue dragon, feeling a little cramped in the small entrance, but finding that things expanded inside, some soft ramps sloping off deeper into the ground while others curved gently off to the sides, a large chamber in the centre of the cave showing a large, soft bed and more signs of sprawling artwork carved into the ice of the walls.

It was a home unlike any he had seen, there were no signs of strength or domination, no piles of wealth to rest upon, though it could be argued that the cave itself had the wealth spread more evenly across it.

"Well, what do you think? I'm sure you've never seen a home so artfully fitted to the one who lives there." Irrylar called out, turning to face the brown dragon.

"I have to agree, I've never seen anything like this before." Luran replied, lifting a paw and gesturing it around the whole room.

"Well, it's just the bedroom, but comfort is important when you need to rest." The blue replied, though turned away from the bed and started off down a tunnel, though the walls were caved to make it seem more a grand hall to his eyes. "Follow me, you can relax a bit down here."

Luran was in no mind to disagree, following after Irrylar while looking around, everything seemed captivating, though nothing seemed to stand out in particular. The impressiveness of the rugs underfoot seemed to glide up the walls, and he finally noticed in the roof some veins of light setting everything aglow. He didn't know what was making the light, but determined it must be valuable to not be more common.

The heat was easy for Luran to feel as they continued, warmth rising quickly and he wondered how the whole hall hadn't melted away by now. He had a good show of how everything was kept intact as Irrylar paused at a glossy patch of ice on the roof, craning their head up and taking in a deep breath, then slowly exhaling. It was quite the show, seeing the ice properly solidify, small crystals of snow falling to the ground. It seemed like Irrylar was not a regular dragon, with the ability to freeze things rather than burn them.

The cause of the heat was found soon after, following Irrylar around a corner Luran was surprised by the sight of the large pool set deep into the ground, and the warmth he could feel already promised that it would be a powerful contrast to the cold air outside.

"This will help loosen your muscles at least, and I find it sets a nice polish to my scales." Irrylar offered while stepping into the pool slowly, each step sinking their body further into the water, until just their head remained above. "Well? Didn't you want to rest?"

The words snapped Luran out of his thoughts, and he hesitantly followed the other dragon into the waters. Just dipping a paw in made him pause, it felt hot compared to the snow he had been stomping through for the day, but with some effort he kept moving. His breath huffed out as the warmth surrounded him, almost bumping into the other dragon without realising how far he had moved in.

"Mmm, this is incredible." Luran rumbled out in appreciation. "How do you heat the water though?" He assumed that Irrylar couldn't head the water themselves with the talents they had shown before.

"I don't, it's all done by some mechanism under the ground. I had it built by someone a long time ago by some creature from a faraway town, and in payment I let them scrub the scales on my back." Irrylar explained, as if it was something simple that any dragon should understand.

"Wait... They paid you by scrubbing your back?" Luran asked, confused. How could someone create something like this and then pay afterwards.

"No." Irrylar let out a soft laugh, the sound echoing faintly from the walls and reminding him of the delicate wind chimes he had seen in other places. "That is what I offered them, they would build this thing for me, and then they could lay their hands on my scales, they were quick to complete this work."

Luran was speechless, it seemed like the blue dragon would need to pay simply with their company to have anything they desired. Perhaps the builder had been mad, or paid by another... but, no. It was clear now that there were a reason the rumours of this dragon existed, he could not imagine working so hard for so little himself, but maybe for others who had rarely seen a dragon before it would be worth it.

"I can imagine it, you were definitely a surprise to my eyes." Luran offered the compliment with a smile, though found himself frowning afterwards at seeing the other dragon shake their head.

"A surprise? Surely not, it would have been a shock, a revelation. You haven't seen such perfection before!" Irrylar replied, caught up in their own words and conviction, twisting in the water as they did so the pure white of their underbelly was showing, letting their head rest back against a ledge behind them.

"I don't know about perfect... but I can say without a doubt you are the best looking dragon I have seen before." The earth dragon replied, the words soft as he admitted his thoughts.

The words just brought a grin to the face of Irrylar though, clearly pleased to hear them even if they ignored the claims of being imperfect.

"Well, at least you can understand the clear majesty of myself." Irrylar said, before lifting a paw and waving Luran over. "Come, I'll allow you to work some of the tension from my muscles as payment for resting here."

Luran hesitated a moment, but whether or not he thought it was fitting payment he was eager to get his paws on the other dragon. His eagerness showed a bit as he made his way through the water, ripples racing away from him as he forced his bulk through it.

"Well, I can hardly decline such a chance." His words were mumbled, approaching the slender dragon slower, and lifting a paw slowly, showing more care than might have been expected from a dragon like himself. "Unless you want some more... focussed attention, you may need to roll over again." Luran half coughed the words out, trying to keep his gaze from straying.

Irrylar just gave another soft laugh in response, before rolling over in the waters again, lifting their front legs out and resting their chin on them, showing grace even while doing that.

"I expect to be feeling relaxed after this, you look like you have the strength to manage a good massage." The blue dragon said, their tail idly swaying through the water.

Luran just nodded his head, getting closer to the other dragon and lifting a paw, gently trailing some claws over a shoulder at first, almost worried that he would somehow brush off that delicacy with his own clumsy movement. There was no sign of that though, just an impatient shrug from the blue dragon, so he decided to get to work.

He had plenty of strength, but knew how to manage it well, so he had little fear of making his host too uncomfortable. Moving that paw he spread his digits and gripped around the base of the shoulder, squeezing and kneading at the flesh hidden under those dazzling scales. His efforts earned some pleased sighs from Irrylar, who seemed to be enjoying his work, which seemed to encourage him further.

It wasn't a situation he was used to, but he knew how his own muscles could ache where he would want others to rub to ease that sensation, so he focused on those spots. Eventually he had both paws planted on the other dragon's back, his chest raised out of the water as he stood on his rear legs. Working at the muscles around the shoulders and wings initially showed that while Irrylar might seem delicate there was definitely some toughness hidden under that appearance.

That time spent in the heated pool was easily enjoyed by both of them, Irrylar getting to work out some of the soreness that came from posing all day, while Luran had the chance to run his paws over the other dragon, getting a good sense of their body and finding them even more appealing. He was thankful for the water to hide how much he was enjoying it himself, his shaft peeking out of his sheath as he continued letting his paws roam and rub over the slender dragon under him.

Time seemed to stretch with something as simple as a massage, Irrylar's wings were half unfurled and resting limply in the water, while their body was sprawled out comfortably, occasional huffs escaping their maw as Luran worked at loosening any knots he found in those muscles. Eventually all good things need to come to an end though, and Irrylar shrugged their shoulders, standing back up in the deep water.

"Mmrrr... That was better than expected, I haven't felt so relaxed in a long time." The blue dragon said softly, looking back over at Luran with an appreciative nod. "I think it's time I lay down for a bit though, if you spend too long in the heated water it can feel awfully cold afterwards."

"I'm glad I could help, it feels like I got a better deal than whoever built this heating contraption for you." Luran replied with a grin, stepping back and sinking down further into the water, dipping his head under it and lifting it back afterwards. "Just the water alone has done wonders for me, but I might stay a few minutes longer if that's okay with you."

Irrylar just gave a shrug of their shoulders, climbing out of the pool and heading back down the hall without a backwards glance. Luran got another good look at the dragon as they did, the water streaming from them just seemed to highlight their frame even more, leaving him aching to feel them under his paws again already. He spent his leftover time in the pleasant waters trying to calm himself a bit, it would do no good running into Irrylar again with his excitement showing between his legs.

It wasn't long until he was ready to leave the waters, sighing in disappointment at leaving something so wonderful, but he trusted the blue dragon's words that it would be less pleasant if he stayed for too long. He wasn't sure if he was expected to do anything afterwards so he went hunting for his gracious host, finding them sprawled out on their bed while idly trailing patterns through the ice wall next to them with their pointed claws.

The ice seemed to just shave away, revealing the appropriate shape that had been hidden underneath, making Luran decide that the blue dragon was an artist even if they wouldn't admit it, he certainly couldn't create such work himself even if he could shear through the ice.

Before he could even announce himself Luran saw Irrylar lift their head, gesturing him over with a short movement of their head.

"Come here, it's not often that I have another dragon around, and my own body produces less warmth than I would like." They stated it bluntly, but the words had Luran quickly making his way over to the large bed.

"Oh, I'm more than happy to help with that." The earth dragon rumbled out, climbing up to rest next to the smaller dragon.

There was some shifting around after that, until Irrylar was resting comfortably pressed against Luran, showing that those scales could be as cool as they looked, though feeling an undeniable sense of comfort anyway, his underbelly pressed comfortably against the blue dragon's back. Luran couldn't help but move a paw to rest above Irrylar's hip, it might have been too intimate of a touch but he heard no complaints.

"I hope I don't need to pay for this privilege." Luran said with a rumbling laugh.

"No, I think the massage made up for the payment for this before." Irrylar returned, sounding completely serious, but even still leaving Luran in a very desirable position.

"Mmph, well you won't hear any complaints from me." Luran rumbled in response, letting his head rest against the bed under him, and getting a feel for just how soft it was. This was truly a luxurious home.

He spent some time just relaxing like that, Irrylar didn't seem to need much in the way of conversation, and his own thoughts fighting not to get caught up in the dragon beside him. It had been a long adventure, and this was more than a fitting conclusion for it, he had found everything he had wanted and more... but now he wanted even more than that. He couldn't help his urges, they were natural with such nice company, but he did his best not to let them show.

Despite the intimacy of the situation he was in Luran found himself starting to drift towards sleep, it had been a tiring day after all, though he managed to retain enough focus not to just fall asleep, he wasn't sure how he would be viewed if he started snoring. He let his body relax, his muscles naturally loosening, but it seemed that his natural instincts weren't in agreement with his thoughts.

It took him a while to realise what he was doing, and when he did he paused, tensing up a bit and pulled his head back. Luran had been running his tongue over the other dragon's neck, grooming them in a decidedly affectionate way, want their hips were pulled much more firmly against him thanks to his paw gripping at them.

"Why did you stop?" The words from the blue dragon sent worry through Luran's mind, it had definitely been noticed. "Do you think I am not deserving of some grooming?"

The following question had left Luran more confused, not only did it seem that they didn't mind, but it looked like Irrylar assumed him stopping was some slight towards them. Just giving a small shrug in response Luran gladly continued, letting his tongue press out to drag from between the other dragon's shoulders up along their neck, the motions long and slow, earning a pleased sigh from Irrylar.

The response was like music to his ears, knowing that his affection was well received, his paw squeezing gently while his tail thumped happily against the bed. A soft rumble was building in his chest, growing in volume as he continued licking over Irrylar's neck, and his hips grinded forwards against them, his need was clear at this point if it hadn't been before, but even still Irrylar didn't complain, instead he even felt the blue dragon wiggle back against him a bit.

Luran shifted around on the bed, getting another paw underneath the other dragon, and pulled them back against his body again, though with the position slightly shifted this time. He was hoping he wasn't overstepping himself, but he couldn't turn down the chance to be with someone so... incredible. His hind legs twitched and nudged at the other dragon a bit, until their lower half was practically resting between his legs, leaving his sheath to grind up against the underside of their tail.

"Hmph, it took you long enough." Irrylar stated as if this had been expected all along, leaving Luran feeling stunned once more.

For a reply, he just opened his jaws wide, and closed them around the neck in front of him, letting his teeth press down in a teasing manner. The soft gasp made him pause, worried about causing any actual harm, but the feeling of that back arching against him made him feel certain he wasn't causing any unpleasant sensations, in fact it was the opposite.

His shaft was eagerly spilling out of his sheath now, grinding against Irrylar's tail and haunches, feeling his hefty balls swaying a bit with the movement now. His arousal was clear, the scent starting to fill the room while his movements continued. He squeezed a bit harder with his jaws, knowing it would cause a stinging sensation, but quickly pulling back afterwards and covering the spot with his slick, dexterous tongue.

Luran hadn't bitten hard enough to break scales, even if he knew they would regrow he could hardly justify actually marking something so elegant. The huffs and gasps from Irrylar were continued encouragement, and when he felt one of their hind legs lift a bit he quickly grabbed hold, letting him grind his hips closer to his target.

Irrylar was showing their own eagerness by now, pressing back against the grinding hips of the brown dragon, coaxing his shaft to grow faster, until Luran was completely hard, twitching and drooling pre against the blue.

Luran's breath was huffing out loudly by now, both paws gripping the slender dragon tightly, and his hips rocking with more force than gentleness now, he hadn't been so worked up in a long time and was finding it difficult to control himself completely.

"Just... let me know if I am too rough." Luran huffed out softly, showing some gentleness with his words at least.

"Too rough? I'm as much a dragon as you are." Irrylar promised, shoving their hips back for emphasis at the end and drawing an eager groan from Luran's maw.

After that it was difficult to focus too much on words, Luran had said what he wanted, and his focus was needed elsewhere now. He paused his needy grinding, moving the blue dragon with a strength that was at odds with how gentle he had been so far, and then slowly eased his hips forwards this time. Hitting the mark straight away would have been impressive, but he missed, instead feeling his length slide further up and then press against a sudden source of warmth.

It wasn't hard to realise just how excited Irrylar had become after that, their own hardness plain and as needy as his own. He spent a few moments just slowly grinding his hips forward at that, feeling his shaft rubbing along the blue dragon's, drawing rumbling huffs and shudders from both of them, savouring the sensation before slowly pulling back again.

Luran was more careful this time, easing forwards and adjusting his hips, only pausing when he felt the pointed tip of his length pressing against Irrylar's tailhole, building some suspense before pushing forwards again, the powerful grip of his paws keeping the other dragon held firmly against him as he slid a few inches inside of their tight insides.

He wanted to hurry forwards, to just ram his hips and sink deeply inside the warmth hugging at his shaft, but despite Irrylar's words he wanted to make sure this would be an enjoyable experience for both of them. Luran felt tense, his body wanting to continue on, and his grip feeling like iron, but he held still, feeling the tip of his length twitching eagerly inside that inviting tailhole, slowly pumping pre inside to make sure things would be nice and slick.

It didn't take long, just a few breaths before Luran was moving again, and this time he didn't stop, sinking himself deeper and deeper in one smooth motion, the meaty ridges along the underside of his shaft grinding and rubbing against those insides. He didn't stop until he felt his sheath resting nice and snug under Irrylar's tail, the rest of the tail trapped between his own chest and their back for the moment.

"I hope you're ready." He practically grunted the words, his jaws clenching, before letting them return to a firm grip around the neck in front of him.

Irrylar just gave a wriggle of their hips in response, squeezing even tighter around that thick rod, and then bracing themselves. Luran tried to be gentle, but it was much more difficult now, his hips pulling back until only half of his considerable size was left inside, and then driving them forwards again, fast and hard enough to make both of them rock on the bed. There were no pauses after that, his hips quickly working into a rhythm of pulling back and shoving back forwards again, a stream of delighted gasps and moans escaping both dragons, echoing back at them from the confines of the cave.

Luran shifted the grip of his paws while his thrusting continued, moving to hug tightly around the belly of the blue dragon rather than just gripping at their haunches now, not used to this position on his side but making the best of it. With his hips pumping back and forth he could feel Irrylar twitch each time he plunged in, though the ice dragon voiced nothing but pleasure, especially as his thrusts became easier as time went on.

He felt like bliss was coursing through his body, electric jolts of pleasure keeping his hips moving even when his mind lost focus, growling around the neck in his jaws in a way that spoke nothing of elegance and delicacy, just pure need. Minutes passed and Luran found his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic, his ridges softly catching at the soft, and sensitive inside of Irrylar's tailhole and causing both to groan with renewed pleasure.

Luran couldn't hold back much longer, his paws tugging at the smaller dragon with each demanding thrusts, panting out each time his hips rammed forwards, the force rocking Irrylar against the bed and making him glad for the softness of it under him.

Irrylar seemed to be reduced to wordless groans and gasps, huffing to try and catch their breath while it was driven from them again and again, shudders running through their hind legs while their back arched against Luran with an aching need.

Luran finally slowed his thrusts a little, though only to grind forwards even more firmly, making Irrylar aware of the thick bulge of his knot that had been growing larger through their rutting. What he was attempting now was very clear, each time his hips pulled back they pushed forwards harder, more insistently, he wanted to sink his knot into those warm insides as well as his length.

Irrylar only seemed eager to help, wriggling and lifting a hind leg higher, giving Luran even easier access, and his efforts paid off. There was a shared moment of silence as that knot finally popped inside, quickly inflating further and making sure the two were locked tightly together, an echoing roar quickly following the sensation from Luran's throat.

Rather than just explode his movements lost all rhythm, just thrusting and slapping his hips wildly against the other dragon, not able to get much movement thanks to that knot, each tug pulling it back, only to shove his member deeper inside again. It only lasted seconds, but felt like an eternity before Luran let out another roar, releasing his grip on that neck, his paws squeezing tightly around Irrylar's delicate looking underbelly, hugging them tightly to his body as his seed started flooding into their depths in thick, hot ropes.

Luran felt himself tense up each time he throbbed inside of Irrylar, his tail thumping energetically against the bed. He felt sure he could feel his own throbbing through the other dragon's belly, and felt a moment of pride for his own impressive size, finally starting to relax a bit and slumping back in a panting mess.

His paws slowly released the hold on Irrylar, rubbing affectionately over their belly and haunches now, and feeling another moment of satisfaction when he felt the wet warmth of their own seed spilled on the bed and over those perfect looking scales.

"Hmmph... I hope... you enjoyed yourself... as much as I did." Luran gasped out between breaths, able to feel his shaft still twitching and throbbing inside the other dragon, they would likely be stuck like this for a while now.

"Definitely..." The simple statement from Irrylar was softly spoken, but hearing the blue dragon out of breathe seemed an added bonus after they had shown their perfect composure.

Despite that thick knot holding them together, Irrylar wasn't content just to sit still, wriggling and rolling gently, pausing for gasps as he twisted around that shaft, feeling the ridges against new angles of him, and drawing some heavier throbs from it while Luran groaned out in delight.

The movement only stopped once Irrylar was face to face with Luran, letting their body press firmly against his again, though this time with their paws wrapped around his powerful body.

"I expect we'll both have plenty of time to rest now." Irrylar said softly, letting himself sink happily into an embrace.

Luran was quick to return the gesture, his paws wrapping around the other dragon in a gentle hug, nodding his head. He imagined he would sleep better than he had in weeks after something so intense. This time as he found himself drifting off to sleep he didn't fight it so hard, wondering if for once his dreams couldn't capture his reality, a dragon from his dreams in his arms, and his sensitive length wedged somewhere warm and snug.

Irrylar was quick to follow suit, their breath finally catching up and escaping in soft sighs as sleep rushed in to claim them as well. It had been a tiring day, but Irrylar decided living out in the middle of a snowy wasteland was worth it, when only those who were truly impressive could find their way to them.