Dragon Hunters
A commission for [Annonymous]
The two raptors walked carefully through the dense forest undergrowth, quietly working their way towards the near-by nest.
"There they are. Told'ya it was a live nest" the smaller of the two raptors said in hushed tones.
"Fuck me... nice find, Hank" the rifle-carrier said, as he looked at the pair of feral dragons that sat sprawled in the wooden nest, surrounded by at least four hatchlings. He crouched down and took aim through the riffle's sights.
"How 'bout we make this interesting?"
"What you got in mind, Pete?"
"Well... you start suckin' me off, and I start shooting. I take all 10 down, and you get to be my bitch for a week"
"You think I can't make you bust a nut? Fine, but when I make you jizz, you're gonna be cleaning out my ass for a month"
"...deal"
***
The male dragon bent his head down to stroke his mate, comforting her as the their hatchlings crawled and played with each other. He turned his head at a noise, his keen senses alerting him to something waiting just out of sight in the undergrowth. He rose and began walking towards the sounds of the noise, keeping himself between whatever had intruded his territory and his family. He barely heard a "bang", and saw a brief flash from under a shrub, before a wave of pain flared through his skull. His head shot backwards, his vision blurring and shrinking, as he began to convulse - falling off his four feet and crashing into the grassy blanket of the clearing. He struggled to right himself, now smelling the blood that was leaking from the wound he sustained. His tail thrashed, but the right side of his body would not move. He barely realised that his left eye was missing by the time his consciousness faded - his brain matter beginning to leak out of the gaping wound from the riffle's bullet. He managed to hear a second dull "bang" seconds before his mate's roar of angry and sadness. That was the last thing he heard.
***
"That's two down, Hank. You better pick up the pace if you wanna win"
Pete primed the riffle for another shot as his friend continued to lick and suck on the engorged cock between his legs. His toes curled in pleasure as his mate continued taking his cock deeper and deeper, trying his hardest to make the hunter cum. He groaned as he levelled his riffle again and aimed at another of the hatchlings. The scent of blood was already drifting towards the raptors, further fuelling Pete's bloodlust. Another shot rang out and another hatchling fell over, its mother now furiously roaring and circling the nest looking for the source of the deadly noises.
"Only a few left Hank... fuck your mouth is nice, but my balls are getting cold. Give'em some love while I finish off these draggies"
Hank pulled back off the dick in his mouth and brought his hand up to start stroking the warm throbbing shaft, moving his mouth down to the musky sack of his boyfriend and licking at the firm balls within. He knew how to push all of Pete's buttons, and was determined to push him over the edge before the final dragon fell.
"Ho- FUCK!" Pete shouted as Hank began rubbing his palm over his glans before pumping his shaft a few more times.
***
The mother dragon turned to the sound of the noise, staring into the deep growth and picking out the glint of something metal - something the cursed 2-legged dinos used. With an angry shout of challenge, she began charging towards the source of her grief - the source of her pain and her kin's deaths. She had seen her mate fall to the side, and sensed his life ending. That had angered her. Then she had seen two of her children fall without a squeak - instantly dead from whatever foul demon was attacking her nest - and she no longer thought. She charged as the red haze of pure wrath consumed her vision.
***
Pete froze as he heard that blood curdling roar and quickly brought the riffle back up. He knew he didn't have much time. He shot at the foreleg of the large female dragon charging at him, and smirked as she toppled to her side. Her children ran to her side as she cried in pain, giving him a nice aim to pick them off while their mother struggled to regain her feet.
The sight of the bloody spray from the exit wound of the hollow-point rounds brought him closer and closer to climax... but he knew how much was on the line.
The dragoness struggled back to her feet and lumbered towards her enemy again, once more roaring a challenge. Pete readied the riffle again, his tail twitching and toes curling for the delicious feeling of Hank's hand on his shaft and the tongue caressing his balls. He looked down the sights one last time, taking aim at the charging dragon. He could feel Hank's warm throat surrounding his dick again, sucking and pulsing around it as he focused on this one final kill. He waited until the last moment and fired.
He watched as the expression of rage on the dragon's face changed to surprise, then pain, as her legs caught on the ground and she tumbled forward. Her wings and tail thrashed as she slid along the forest floor and slammed her side into one of the trees at the edge of the clearing - sending leaves and branches scattering over the two raptor hunters.
***
The final dragon toppled, her body no longer responding to her commands to CHARGE and KILL, her enemy now in sight and her claws ready to tear them asunder - but white-hot agony flared in her skull. She kicked and clawed at all around her, turning up the humus of the forest floor and raking a nearby tree of its bark. She tried to scream out one final curse at those who had destroyed her family, but all that happened was the rich taste of blood rushed down her throat. Then she knew no more.
***
"Holy fuck!" Pete shouted, partly the sensation of his deep-throating boyfriend that was now swallowing his thick load of cum - but mostly from the sight of the gaping hole on the back of the matriarch's head and the thrill of his latest kill. He grabbed onto his boyfriend's head and pushed him deeper onto his throbbing cock as he looked at the gore leaking from the ruined skull of the spasming dragon.
Hank swallowed the large pulses of cum that Pete was shooting down his throat, pulling back off the raptor's dick to take the last few in his mouth and enjoy the taste of his mate. His own cock was hard, aroused from the scent of blood and gunpowder, and the taste of his mate's arousal. He licked the last dollop from Pete's glans and then leaned back on his knees, finally taking a look at what remained of the dragons they had been hunting.
"Damnit, you killed'em all that quick?!"
"Yep. That bitch nearly got to us, though. Guess I should've killed her before her fucking kids."
"Another head shot, eh? You know them skulls is worth something if you don't keep blowing the backs out, right? You keep throwing money away like that and we'll have to stop eating so fancy"
"Bah, who cares about skulls? Besides, there's enough meat and leather on that bunch to keep us golden for months"
The two raptors both took out their hunting knives and rope as they moved towards the cooling corpses of the dragons. A few quick cuts later, they had both adults gutted and trussed, ready to drag back to their curing shed. The hatchlings were bundled into a sack. Usually, they would be sent to the local taxidermy and put on display, but Hank had other ideas. When they stopped to rest, he pulled out one of the smaller ones and took a big bite into the little whelp. It was a rare treat, eating the still warm body of a hatchling - something he always enjoyed but was considered taboo. Well, slightly more taboo than hunting the sentient (and endangered) dragons that lived in the wild forests.
But that never stopped the raptors from hunting.