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Lights swept the crowd as the announcers voice boomed through the arena, his voice amplified by the large black speakers hagning from the rigging above the octagonal cage that was surounded by fans screaming and cheering.

"Ladies and Gentle-furs! Welcome to the inaugural matchup of the brand new, exclusive, FFFFFUCK-CLUB!" The spotlights highlighted a red dragon who stood proudly in the center of the arena. Tonight we have a show for you all, From the depths of the discord, two powerful drakes battled it out in words, and now we get to see if they have fire in their blood and iron in their bones!" The announcer stood and smiled as the audience cheered and waved foam dragons in above their heads.

Deep rumbling music drowned out the audience and the voice of the announcer cut through, "In the red corner! As CEO of his company, he is used to hostile take overs and getting what he wants, Know for his ferocity and virility we have.... The cunning.... The Crafty...... CERATH!". Pyro technics exploded on one corner of the octagon providing a powerful backdrop to a cunning looking red dragon, sitting with wings flared to emphasis his size and head raised to the horizon. The spotlights swooped over the crowd and focused on him while he looked this way and that, a smirk on his face as he winked to the crowd.

"AAAAnd in the green corner, A mysterious traveler has appeared, Hailing from the hostile artic regions of yonder, He knows how to share body heat, But don't let his fluffy tail and good looks fool you, This Mean Green Fucking Machine is ready to romp! Ladies and gentle furs put your paws and wings together for.... DART'THARAN!!!!"

Spotlights shone onto a corner that was filled with green smoke, a deep rumbling growl echoed out through the speakers as Dart'tharan emerged, his eyes focused and peircing as he prowled out of the smoky haze, The audience erupted into a sea of churning excitement as he flared his wings and looked over the auidence, posing to stretch his agile body and wings, mysterious symbols marked the length of his body and shimmered under the harsh spotlights.

As the lights for the auidence dimmed, the only light was that on the caged arena where the two dragons stared off at each other. Each of them reached for a drink bottle, Hosing their faces with the sticky clear fluid, As they stood both their nostrils went wide. Most thought that it was just water inside the bottles, but as the spicy fertile scent of a needy hen flooded their minds clouding their judgement as they felt their primal urges start to awaken.

Cerath stretched his powerful wings, testing their strength and flexibility. His red scales glistened in the overhead lights, reflecting the excitement in the air while Dart'tharan, shook out his green scales, flexing his lithe and agile body. He had always relied on his speed and quickness to outmaneuver his opponents, and tonight was no different.

As Cerath and Dart'tharan prepared for their fight, a stunning gryphoness strutted around the ring, holding a sign that read "Romp 1". The pheromone scent grew stronger as she passed by the two dragons, causing their bodies to twitch and their hearts to race.

As they met the announcer, they exchanged a fierce stare, each one sizing up the other. The announcer spoke up, His voice firm and clear, "Gentle-drakes, I need to confirm that you both are consenting to this fight and understand the risks involved. You both have agreed to the terms and conditions of this match. Is that correct?"

Cerath stared down Dart'tharan, "Oh I do, But I'm not catching today, I'm only pitching" He growled menacingly as he nodded to the announcer.

Dart'tharan nodded to the announcer and smirked at Cerath, "Oh I know you ain't catching. Your not gonna catch this tail, I'll be riding you hard tonight" He licked his lips and stared into Ceraths eyes "And you will moan like a hen in heat".

The announcer moved quickly between them. "Alright, Lets have some nice clean smut, Tap out if you have had enough." As he moved back he held a wing between them and then dropped it at the sound of a bell dinging twice.

The two dragons circled each other warily, their muscles tense and ready for action. Cerath took note of Dart'tharans toned body moving as they stalked each other, a slight tail twitch was the only notice Dart'tharan had before Cerath launched himself at the green drake. Cerath's body exploding like a coiled spring as he sailed through the air with claws outstretched, But Dart'tharan was too quick for him, darting out of the way and nipping at Cerath's tail.

Cerath and Dart'tharan grappled and wrestled, their bodies locked in a fierce battle for dominance, Cerath growled out a gruff, confident statement.

"I'm going to win this, your ass is mine" he said, his voice low and menacing. "You may be quick, but I've got strength on my side. You won't be able to hold out for long."

Dart'tharan hissed in response, his green eyes flashing with determination. "Don't be so sure of yourself," he spat back. "I may not have your strength, but I've got speed and agility. And I'm not afraid to use them to take you down."

The two dragons continued to battle, each one determined to come out on top. The pheromone scent hung heavy in the air, driving them both to new heights of passion and aggression. Despite Cerath's size and strength, Dart'tharan held his own, darting and weaving out of the way of Cerath's massive claws and using his smaller size to his advantage.

The fight was intense and brutal, with neither dragon backing down or giving an inch. As the minutes ticked by, their bodies grew more and more exhausted, their muscles screaming with the effort.

As the pheromones continued to fill the air, Cerath and Dart'tharan felt their bodies responding in ways they couldn't control. Their instincts were taking over, pushing them to the brink of madness as they grappled and wrestled with each other. Cerath's massive body trembled with desire, his blunt and uniquely textured shaft swelling with need. Dart'tharan's body responded in kind, his tapered shaft with barbs and a knot throbbing with arousal.

The two dragons were completely overwhelmed by the scents of the pheromones, their minds clouded with a primal hunger that demanded to be sated. As they continued to fight, their movements became more and more frenzied, each one desperate to claim the other as their own.

Cerath managed to gain the upper hand by grabbing Dart'tharan's exposed shaft in a paw. The texture of the barbs and knots was rough and prickly against his scales, but the sensation only seemed to fuel their desire. Cerath let out a deep growl, his eyes narrowing with lust as he tightened his grip on Dart'tharan's shaft alternating which toes applied pressure and that gave a rippling effect on the sensitive shaft. Dart'tharan gasped and moaned in response, his own desire building to an almost unbearable level. "That's it, you like that don't you" growled Cerath as he held onto the shaft firmly. Dart'tharan trying to use the same technique but Cerath was starting to out maneuver the green.

The sound of their panting breaths filled the arena, accompanied by the occasional growl or moan of pleasure as they continued to grapple with each other. The scent of their arousal was thick in the air, driving the spectators wild with excitement.

For Cerath and Dart'tharan, there was only the overwhelming need that consumed them both, pushing them to the brink of madness. The sensation of Cerath's paw rubbing on Dart'tharan's shaft was almost too much to bear, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.

As the fight continued, their movements becoming more and more frenzied, Cerath shifted his grip even further back, applying a steady pressure on the back of the uninflated knot, pushing Dart'tharan to the edge of ecstasy. Dart'tharan's body trembled with desire, his moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

Cerath let out a low growl of triumph. "You can't resist me, Dart'tharan," he grumbled, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to claim you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

With a fierce growl, Cerath lunged forward, slamming Dart'tharan's body onto the ground and pinning him belly down with his weight. Dart'tharan let out a loud grunt of pain as Cerath's claws dug into his scales, leaving deep marks that would be a reminder for the next few days. Despite the pain, Dart'tharan refused to give up, struggling to free himself from Cerath's grip.

But Cerath was too powerful, his grip unrelenting as he pinned Dart'tharan to the ground. Dart'tharan could feel the heat of Cerath's body against his own, the scent of his pheromones filling the air and driving him wild with desire. In that moment, Dart'tharan knew that he had no chance of winning. Cerath was too strong, too fierce, and too determined to be defeated. All he could do was accept his fate and surrender to Cerath's will.

With a resigned sigh, Dart'tharan stopped struggling, his body going limp beneath Cerath's weight. Cerath leaned in close to Dart'tharan's ear, his hot breath causing the green dragon to shiver. With a low, guttural growl, Cerath spoke in a deep, commanding voice. "Raise your tail," he said, his words a clear demand rather than a suggestion.

Dart'tharan's heart raced as he heard Cerath's words. He knew what was expected of him, but the idea of submitting to Cerath's desires made him feel both excited and aroused at the same time. Cerath let out a low, rumbling growl of approval as he looked down at Dart'tharan's exposed form. With a swift movement, he positioned himself behind Dart'tharan, his powerful paws gripping the green dragon's hips as he prepared to take him. Cerath wasted no time in pressing his hard tip against the other males back door, he applied a steady pressure against the puckered donut and waited until Dart'tharan's body gave up. Both dragon's bodies had already been prepared before the fight with lube, just incase they lost and they both letout a groan as the shaft slipped in

As Cerath entered Dart'tharan, he was struck by the intense warmth and tightness of the smaller dragon's body. He let out a deep, rumbling growl of pleasure, relishing the sensation of being inside another dragon.

"You feel so good," Cerath grunted, his paws gripping Dart'tharan's hips tightly as he moved inside him. "I knew I was going to win this match."

Dart'tharan let out a whimper of pleasure as Cerath continued to thrust inside him. Despite the pain, he couldn't deny the intense pleasure that came with being dominated by such a powerful dragon.

As they continued their intimate dance, the audience in the arena cheered and applauded, their excitement and enthusiasm reaching a fever pitch. Some of the more vocal members of the crowd shouted out encouragement to Cerath, urging him to finish off his opponent.

As Cerath continued to thrust inside Dart'tharan, he could feel the green dragon's body responding to his touch. He could feel the tightness of Dart'tharan's inner muscles gripping him tightly, the other male dragon's own shaft pulsing with pleasure.

"You have spirit little one," Cerath growled, his voice deep and rough with passion. "But in this arena, there's only one champion, and that's me." He tightened his grip on Dart'tharan's hips and pulled him closer and whispered into his hear "They are chanting my name, can you hear them? You will moan mine when I'm done"

Cerath felt himself getting closer to the edge, his movements became more powerful and intense. With each thrust, he drove himself deeper and deeper inside Dart'tharan, his massive shaft stretching the other dragon's body to its limits.

With a deep growl, Cerath leaned forward, his paws gripping Dart'tharan's sides tightly. "I'm gonna flood you, you little whelp," he grunted, his voice rough and filled with lust. And with that, Cerath released himself, his powerful seed flooding Dart'tharan's body. The green dragon moaned with pleasure and pain as he felt Cerath's hot release filling him up. As Cerath released himself inside Dart'tharan's body, he reached down between the green's legs and grasped Dart'than's length, he could feel the green dragon's shaft throbbing with pleasure. He rubbed his paw over the barbed length, exciting a moan from the dragon under him, he could feel Dart'than's body clenching with excitement and could feel the shaft throb stronger and strong, building to a finish. But Cerath didn't want him to - not this time. He wanted to be the one to claim victory, to dominate his opponent completely.

Cerath let go of the shaft and gave him a few sharp, powerful thrusts, making sure that he was completely drained. The green dragon moaned and whimpered with pleasure and pain as Cerath took his pleasure.

Finally, Cerath withdrew from Dart'tharan, panting as his shaft softened. He turned his back to Dart'tharan, his chest heaving as he surveyed the arena. The crowd was going wild, cheering and applauding his victory. He raised his wings wide and basked in their awe, for Cerath, it was just another day in the arena, another chance to prove his strength and dominance over those around him. And as he basked in the glory of his triumph, he knew that he would be back to claim victory again and again, as long as there were challengers willing to take him on.

Cerath was still basking in the glory of his victory, winking and pointing to members of the crowd when he suddenly felt a weight on his back. He yelped in surprise as he realized that Dart'tharan had mounted him, and he was too slow to react. Before he knew it, Cerath was pinned to the ground, struggling to break free as Dart'tharan held him down. The fluffy tailed dragon looked down at him with a smirk, taunting him with a gruff voice, "I didn't hear no bell, Cerath. The match ain't over yet."

Cerath was shocked, he thought he had won but Dart'tharan shoved his tail out of the way and quickly pressed his tapered tip against him, taking advantage of his momentary weakness. Cerath grunted in surprise as he felt Dart'tharan's weight on his back, but he didn't resist. Cerath's body tensed and tried to resist. But Dart'tharan's tapered tip was too slick and firm, and it gradually forced its way inside, stretching Cerath's tight entrance.

Cerath grunted and groaned in discomfort as Dart'tharan pushed deeper, his powerful body pinning the red dragon down. But as Dart'tharan began to thrust in earnest, Cerath's discomfort quickly gave way to pleasure. Despite his initial resistance, Cerath found himself enjoying the feeling of being filled by Dart'tharan's barbed shaft. He moaned and writhed beneath the green dragon, pushing back against his thrusts and begging for more.

Dart'tharan was a skilled lover, and he knew just how to drive Cerath wild with desire. He pounded into him with powerful, rhythmic thrusts, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through Cerath's body. As the two dragons continued to mate, the scent of their arousal hung heavy in the air, driving the audience wild with desire. They cheered and hollered as Cerath and Dart'tharan writhed and moaned, lost in their pleasure.

Dart'tharan thrusts his hips forward, but his knot is too large to enter Cerath's tight hole. The fleshy barbs rub against Cerath's sensitive flesh in new and unexpected ways, making him moan and whimper. Dart'tharan laughs, feeling powerful and dominant.

"Looks like you're not as big as you thought, Cerath. Can't even take my knot," he taunts, thrusting again and rubbing his barbs against Cerath's prostate.

The audience cheers, some shouting encouragement to Dart'tharan, while others called out to Cerath. Cerath grits his teeth, feeling the shame and embarrassment of being pinned and dominated by his opponent. Despite his struggles, Cerath can feel himself getting hard again. The mixture of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, and he can't help but feel aroused by Dart'tharan's rough treatment.

The fleshy barbs were rubbing against him in ways he had never experienced before, The hard knot mashing against his hole as Cerath's body was betraying him, and he felt his resistance weakening. Dart'tharan, sensing Cerath's weakness, picked up the pace even more. The audience cheered as the green dragon took control, dominating the red dragon in a way that no one had ever seen before.

"You're mine now, Cerath," Dart'tharan snarled, using a powerful paw to press the red dragon's face into the ground. "And there's nothing you can do about it."

He teases him with a low growl, "Oh, you like that, don't you?." Cerath moans in response, unable to hold back the pleasure that Dart'tharan's barbs and tapered shaft are providing.

Dart'tharan revels in the feeling of Cerath's body clenching around him, and begins to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. Cerath's moans turn to desperate cries as he tries to resist the pleasure overtaking him.

Dart'tharan grunts as he continues to pound into Cerath, enjoying the tightness and warmth of his body. The sounds of their flesh slapping together fill the arena as the audience cheers them on. Dart'tharan can feel himself getting closer to the edge as he continues his assault on Cerath.

"Damn, you feel good," Dart'tharan growls. "But I'm not done with you yet. I'm going to get my knot in, one way or another."

He begins to slow down his thrusts, trying to work his way past Cerath's resistance. The barbs on his shaft rub against Cerath in new ways, sending shivers of pleasure through the red dragon's body. Cerath moans and gasps, unable to resist the sensations that Dart'tharan is causing. As Dart'tharan continues to work his way deeper, Cerath's body starts to clench around him, adding to the pleasure he's feeling. Dart'tharan grunts with each thrust, his own body on the brink of release. He knows that if he can just get his knot in, it will be the ultimate victory.

"Come on, Cerath," Dart'tharan growls. "You know you want it. Just let me in."

Dart'tharan pounds Cerath harder and harder, relishing the sounds of their bodies slapping together. Cerath can't help but moan loudly, his voice filled with pleasure and humiliation. Dart'tharan smirks, enjoying the power he has over Cerath.

"You like that, don't you?" Dart'tharan growls. "You love being mounted and taken by a real drake."

Cerath's blushed as his only response is a deep, guttural moan as Dart'tharan continues to thrust into him. His body feels like it's on fire, and he can't resist the pleasure that Dart'tharan is giving him. Dart'tharan grunts as he puts even more power behind his movements. He's determined to get his knot in, one way or another. He can feel Cerath's resistance starting to give way, and he grins triumphantly.

"That's it, you're gonna take it all," Dart'tharan says, his voice filled with dominance. "You're mine now."

Dart'tharan takes Cerath's neck with his mouth, the domination seems to have an unexpected effect on Cerath. His body relaxes, and he seems to submit to the rough treatment. Dart'tharan notices this and takes advantage of it, with a firm strong push he finally manages to get his knot in, Cerath moans in an undignified manner. The feeling of being completely filled up by Dart'tharan causes Cerath to lose control and surrender completely to his pleasure. Dart'tharan chuckles gruffly at the sound of Cerath's moans, enjoying the power he has over him.

Dart'tharan chuckles deeply as he feels Cerath's body clenching around him, his barbed shaft rubbing against Cerath's inner walls. "That's it, my little prize. You're all mine now," he growls, continuing to thrust powerfully into Cerath. "I bet you love being claimed like this, don't you?"

Dart'tharan continues to drive in short hard thrusts, as much as his knot will let him, relishing in the power he holds over Cerath. "I'm going to claim you now. There's nothing you can do about it," he says, punctuating his words with deep, powerful thrusts. "You're just a toy for me to fill."

With one final powerful thrust, Dart'tharan roars as he releases himself inside of Cerath, flooding him with his seed. Cerath moans and shudders, his body trembling as he feels Dart'tharan's hot cum filling him up.

Finally spent, Dart'tharan collapses onto Cerath's back, his chest heaving with exertion, ,his knot holding them tight as his shaft continues to twitch and pulse, pumping rope after rope of cum into the red dragons hot depths. "You were a good fuck, little dragon," he says gruffly, "Maybe you have a little Lottle in you."

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