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Rathatoes Chapter 1: Sole Searching

King of the Skies, they called him. Rathalos. The Flying Wyvern of the Ancient Forest. His red scales and massive wingspan made him quite the impressive specimen among the species of Rath Wyverns. He soared over his domain, his forest. Watched over the various trees and fields as he found a secluded spot to land.

The increasing changes in unnatural fauna within his domain have made seasons more difficult. Because of the change and cycling of species, his odds of finding a proper mate have grown less and less. Less and less Rath Wyverns have found their way to the Ancient Forest. He would never attempt to seek an Elder Dragon as a mate!

...Would he?

He had been rather needy this mating season. No Rathian to call his own. Just his forest full of various species that didn't want to take him into mateship. It wasn't all bad, however. This particular Rathalos had grown quite adept at dealing with his needs during the rut.

Rathalos found a pleasant, lush clearing on top of a mountain. Up here, he wouldn't be disturbed by anyone or anything; not even an agitated elder dragon or a hunter.

He landed quite elegantly on this mountainous peak. Gracefully planting his hind paws against the grassy surface of the plateau. Rathalos knew he had some things to look at during his flight, but other needs had to be attended to.

Rearing himself up, he stretched his wings out and scanned the vicinity. Bushes, rocks, even above him in the rocky alcove of the mountain. He sensed no presence of anything. He didn't want to be caught in such a compromised and vulnerable state.

Despite his hunger being strong, his body knew it, his mind knew it. He waited. Pausing there, he felt the elevated breeze of nature fly past his face. Enough of a distraction to keep him from losing any sense, other than his focus on the hunt. The smells of the air were pleasant to the Rathalos. Especially when this part of the Ancient Forest remained untouched by the ravages of the invading creatures from elsewhere.

He admired the view from up here. He saw it all. Waddling his way over to the edge, folding his wings, he just stood there and gazed at the endless horizon. This was his forest. Not every creature might see it that way, but he would fight for it, to the end.

The clouds up here peaked at the very tip of this mountain; it made for an excellent cover. He might even make this his new abode. He could sleep in peace without getting nibbled by Jagaras. He understood why. The pickings were slim right now.

The entire cycle of the forest was out of whack. That's why he didn't have a mate right now. Rathalos stared off into the distance, longingly. Watching the swaying trees and various overgrown vines that dotted the landscape below him. He saw some flying silhouettes in the distance, but they would never notice him from this elevation.

He murmured to himself. Peaceful and distraught, both at once. It all didn't matter. Rathalos had loins to tend to. The distraction remained, despite his best efforts.

With an annoyed grumble, Rathalos rolled himself over, scooting back closer to the center of the plateau. Lowering himself down, he rested on his haunches, leaning backward and laying flat upon his back.

Spreading out both his legs and wings, the Wyvern lay sprawled out against the grassy stone. He was already in position; he had many thoughts flooding his mind. Mainly, mating, pleasure, and making eggs. Classical thoughts of a male in a rut. He would need to deal with this need if he was going to function moving forward, without such a distraction.

The Rathalos's slit began to tingle. He held his head high, watching his folds adjust and open past his scales. The pubic bulge that contained his genitals was always an erogenous zone for the male Wyvern. He bucked his hips as anticipation built. The tip of his cock peeked from his slit, greeting the cool breeze of the mountain.

He flexed his toe talons and kept rocking his body, steadily rolling his hips and teasing himself, grazing his overgrown cock against his scales. Lifting his legs and using his inner thighs to stimulate himself to a full erection.

The hardness of his scales touching his soft member made him puff a stream of smoke from his nostrils. The juxtaposition of feelings made it even more pleasurable for the Wyvern.

He squeezed his growing cock between his thighs, pumping his haunches up into the air. Crossing his legs, he positioned his erection between them. The Wyvern snarled and growled in pleasure, and nothing else around him mattered.

Once his ridged cock reached its full length, he squeezed it between his thighs. Huffing loudly, Rathalos continued to pump away. His inner scales made a fantastic substitute for the slit of a needy Rathian! At least, for how desperate he was at the moment. Precum gushed from his thighs, and he didn't slow down.

His skin was slick with sweat as he picked up the pace of his hips. Until he couldn't anymore. Releasing the grip on his thighs around his cock, he lay his head back and let out a deep breath.

Rathalos kept his legs spread. His erection throbbed with a lusty need after the steady leg-fucking he had given himself. Despite his heavy breathing, he was ready to continue.

With his wing talons, Rathalos lifted his chest, bending his hind legs inward, and teased a single one of his toe talons along the tip of his cock. The Wyvern shivered, wanting more. He flexed and bent himself to get into the proper contortions to grip himself properly.

Rathalos, the mischievous Wyvern, knew exactly what he wanted. Grasping his hind paws in each hand, he squeezed them around the base of his penis, sandwiching it between both of his paws.

Panting heavily, Rathalos began stroking himself up and down with his hind paws. Flexing his talons and grasping every single inch of his cock. Squeezing and pumping for all he was worth. Applying pressure at the tip, along the shaft, and to the base, consistently.

This wasn't the first time Rathalos had given himself such a thorough massage. Thrusting his hips in tandem with his hind paws, he would bring his grasp up to the tip of his penis and then, as his hips moved down again, pull it down to the thick hilt of his shaft.

It took such little time for Rathalos to get a steady pace going. Once he found consistency, he didn't quit! Stroking his cock with his paws, stream after stream of pre leaked down his toes, down his paws in its entirety.

Pumping his legs, Rathalos was a bit too ambitious with his paw-pleasuring. Opening his maw in a blissful expression, he didn't quit the motion of his hips. The soaked toes that grazed his member, squelching and squishing so wonderfully for the Wyvern.

Lolling his tongue out, he was almost overwhelmed! Sensitivity and pleasure washed over him. Not holding back in the slightest, he wanted the climax!

Rathalos slowed his motions. He wouldn't be able to stop such an ejaculation if he sent himself over the edge...

He kept his paws grasping the sides of his cock, but slowed down, his hind paw pumping. He squished between his toe pads, however. Using the precum to slick his cock just a bit more.

He narrowed his eyes, watching his slowing paws graze and squeeze his cock. Edging himself as much as his desires would allow. It pulsed with such need. He could feel the contractions within his talons' grasp.

Temptation overwhelmed the male Wyvern. From the feelings of precum to the constant pulsing of his needy flesh, he needed release! Unable to admire his throbbing cock without stroking for such an extended period.

Rathalos stroked himself with reckless abandon. Firmly sandwiching his cock between his paw pads. Pumping his thighs up and down, he stroked off like a firmly grasped hand. Squeezing all those ridges as well as he could.

Pushing his thick base between his soles, he snarled out. Feeling his ever-forming knot get tugged and pressured only built to the Wyvern's near climax.

Strands of precum lingered on his talons. He couldn't hold back anymore! With one final squeeze, he gave one final stroke, pushing the knot between his paw pads with such intensity that it forced his orgasm!

Rathalos screeched out in carnal bliss as he bucked his hips rapidly, riding his orgasm for maximum pleasure. His eyes widened from such a sensation, his first spurt of cum shot so far that it splattered him right onto his snout and dripped down into his maw. Keeping his cock pulsing in his paw's grasp; he kept his climax going.

The male didn't care about the increasing mess. He purposely opened his mouth wide, leaning forward. He kept catching entire ropes of cum down his gullet. The greedy Wyvern stuck his tongue out, catching pulse after pulse of his ejaculation down his throat. There were so many thick and potent strains that he couldn't even catch them all! The excess leaked down his muzzle, despite his efforts to gulp himself fully. The taste lingered on his tongue strongly, overwhelmed by his own flavor.

For the ropes of cum that he didn't catch, splattered against his belly and chest, some against his neck and head. Lines of cum coated the Rathalos' scales, merging and combining into a filthy puddle of lustful desire against his body. Plenty of pulsings leaked down his paws, mixing with the pre from his extensive teasing moments earlier.

He squeezed his knot one last time as his orgasm subsided. It soaked his hind paws from his pent-up orgasm. Rathalos laid his head back, panting heavily. He kept his cock firmly grasped in his now semen-soaked toes and talons.

The Wyvern basked in the warmth and sticky mess that coated his scales right now. Keeping his relatively clean wings stretched out, he caught his breath. Licking the far corners of his muzzle, tasting the remaining globs of cum. He only wanted more!

Taking just a moment to rest, Rathalos used his wing talons to hoist his chest upward, displacing the ropes of cum that plastered his scales in the process. It leaked down the sides of his body, making him shudder at the feeling of sticky warmth getting displaced.

Still fully aroused, Rathalos, the insatiable male he was, leaned his muzzle forward. As a Wyvern, he was quite flexible. Keeping his penis between his paws, he leaned as far as he could. Putting flexibility to the test.

Using the muscular nature of his wings, he hoisted his body in such a manner that he reached his mouth far enough so he could slurp the tip of his needy cock. It took a couple of tries, but the Wyvern didn't forfeit his desires! Digging his wing talon into the grassy ground for leverage. He swayed his tail back and forth with excitement.

He slobbered his tongue against his tip. Slurping whatever strands of cum that lingered from his last orgasm. He used his hind paws to stroke upward, squeezing as much as he could out of his shaft.

It wasn't enough! Rathalos rumbled within his chest, releasing one of his hind paws from grasping his cock for the first time since he started his masturbation session. He guided his right hind paw up to his muzzle. The cum soaked soles of his paws enticed him. The clear plasters of semen clung to his toes... enticing the Wyvern.

He admired how messy his hind paws got from his pleasuring. Just hanging it in the air, it leaked with such thick globs of semen. It was very runny, from his talons, all the way down to the paw pads of his soles. He was proud of the glistening mess.

He started by licking between his talons, suckling the cum in a greedy, hungry fashion. Wrapping his tongue against each talon individually, he stroked his tongue up and down. Cleaning and tasting every glob of cum that the lusty male could engulf.

Once his right paw was clean of his shame, he swapped paws. Flexing his hind leg in the same regard. Pressing his snout against the cummy sole of his left paw. He licked from the base of his paw to his very middle talon. Inhaling the scent of his seed as he went. Rathalos' cock throbbed with such desire at the action.

He cleaned his paw of his cum, the same as the right one. Suckling the toe talons with even more enthusiasm than before. Pressing his muzzle into the entire paw, rather than just giving it tongue action. Soon, it was more slobber than semen. He slurped for all he was worth and gulped whatever remained.

He huffed against his paw, putting it back down onto the ground. He then turned his attention to his excessively throbbing flesh. Slurping all the cum from his hind paws turned the Wyvern on more than he even understood.

Placing both his paws back between his cock, he leaned himself forward once more. Slobbering his tip as quickly as he could. Stroking with his paws once more, he used his muzzle as extra stimulation.

Pushing his gullet further and further down his cock, he engulfed past the tip! He impressed even himself. Keeping his wings elevated to get the proper position, it took a bit of figuring out the motions, but the Wyvern managed!

Bobbing his muzzle up and down the upper tip of his cock, his paws stroked his bottom ridges and the knot which sent him into a full fury overdrive of pleasure.

Rathalos shuddered at the feeling, the taste! The most intimate part of him was currently resting on his tongue.

He glugged and gulped his penis, rhythmically bobbing his neck. It was difficult for him to focus on both his muzzle and paws at the same time.

Rathalos ultimately decided that he already enjoyed his paws to the fullest; they were impeding him from going further down with his muzzle.

Lowering his paws to be exclusively for knot gripping, he pushed his gullet even further upon his length. Up and down, he gradually worked more and more into his mouth.

The Wyvern impressed even himself! He engulfed over half his cock down his gullet. Perfect amount for a self fellatio. Rathalos began exactly that. Huffing a puff of smoke, he pulled his head back, then forward, then back again. Squeezing his knot with his paw pads.

Despite his previous orgasm, he was still throbbing with strong need. He felt his second climax building already. Slurping his paws clean of cum only amplified his arousal.

He squeezed and licked within his muzzle. It wasn't too difficult for him to swirl his tongue against as much of his cock as he could reach. Rathalos already determined that he was going to gulp as much of his semen as he could muster.

Although he enjoyed coating his scales a lot. Some strands even linger upon his belly. He might have to spend his next climax just painting his scales exclusively. Bathe himself in his mess.

Rathalos squished his knot with his paws. Stroking his flesh with his tongue, fellating himself extensively. Paying mind to run his tongue along the inches he could access. Especially his ridges. Running his tongue along the couple that he could manage.

He didn't hold back this time. It did not impede the building of this second orgasm. Rathalos just let it all flow freely down his throat. He held his muzzle at the halfway point, stroking with his paws to milk it for all it was worth, feeling his knot gradually expanding within his squeezing paw's grasp once more.

The ridged length pulsated and burst against his tongue. Rathalos opened his mouth wide as his gullet overflowed in his second ejaculation. Feeling the pulsing length along his tongue was such a pleasurable experience for the Wyvern.

In the initial explosion of cum, coaxing the back of his throat, he swallowed gleefully. Rumbling in his chest, the raunchy taste of his cum once again upon his tongue. He swallowed more and more. His cheeks expanded with the sheer volume of ejaculation that flooded his muzzle.

It was so much more, he couldn't gulp it all down! From the attention of his tongue to his paw pads still sandwiching his knot, he still gave too much to swallow completely.

The Wyvern gulped most of his semen down. Just not all of it. In tandem with his ejaculation; he swallowed. Relinquishing his knot from his pawed grasp, finally, in the middle of his orgasm.

The lack of squeezing let his remaining couple of pulses flow without hindrance. His final bursts of cum flowed from the sides of his muzzle as he wasn't able to swallow the remaining ropes of cum successfully. He didn't mind feeling the warmth of semen running from his muzzle down his throat.

He swallowed what remained and laid back once more. He set his wings down, resting all of his limbs after this lengthy pleasure session, keeping his legs spread as his urge finally sated.

Rathalos was aware that he would need to find some kind of water source to clean this...lingering mess from his scales. He was content and happy for the moment. Discovered new flexibility and gathered a couple of kinks when he found his future mate.

He stared at the sky. The sun was setting. He must have been at that for some time! The Wyvern was tired and hungry; he would want a proper meal. The taste of semen would linger on his tongue for a couple of days.

For now, he would remain one satisfied and huffy mess.

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