Coming of (an) Age
Rest would not come easy, this night, to the Argonian curled atop his sheets. Kite- a fledgling reptilian servant by official accounts, and in practice a training groundskeeper, spending his days in the estate of a lordly Manor in backwater Thorn. Anything but simple, anything but easy, but provided for in bed, board and shelter where once he'd lacked all three. The emergence of a new landed lord had been a heavy blessing to the local town- bringing with it work, investment and infrastructure. And to Kite, the first thing he could really call a home.He'd been here almost two years now. Working the land, keeping the plants in order, doing any needed repairs he could manage, every task a retainer would be set to with the sole filter of if a 12 year old (though strong for his age) could achieve it. A marvel with his hands be it with an axe or a fishing rod, Kite certainly carried his weight around the estate, well known by the local workers and farmers and respected for his developing skills. He did everything he could and more, all for the sake of Nox, his master and his father alike. If there was anything on this earth he needed, Kite would do his all to see it done: a father he'd never had and a chance to have any real home at all were more than enough to earn the youngling's devotion, that he was so supportive (if strict sometimes) merely put the sprightly bounce in the reptile's every step. Life under a proper roof was simply fantastic compared to a shed in a swamp.But, one sleep away from being a grand 13, Kite found himself so firmly on the edge of his nerves. Locally, it was the age a boy was considered mature, if not a full man; able to take arms, have their own house. In practice most would start to move out at 15, but at this age the one right usually taken to with enthusiasm was for their first full strength drink. One step at a time, after all.That much didn't bother Kite at all. Nox had already, on a few occasions, slipped Kite a sip of his own drink with a small wink and a finger pressed to his lips. The taste was an acquired one, apparently. Nor would he be moving out- his father was his master and he had a place he would stay. But, in the weeks leading up to his hatch day, Kite had been slowly getting eased into expecting some changes in his life, by none other than his father at that. It had been subtle and vague, but the comments, the knowing glances, all of it was suggesting he'd have some new jobs in his maturity, and something awfully hard to work at from then on. More than once he'd heard or even seen Nox staring at him with a serious focus, as far as Kite could tell making careful note of his size. Was it going to be hard? Was he maybe worried Kite was too small? He'd been an orphan runt as well as premature - perhaps his stubby self, however well trained, would struggle? Putting the thoughts
aside as best he could, Kite let his eyes slide shut with the setting summer sun. In habit, one thin hand reached out to pluck the weathered name plaque he'd kept since his birth, clutching the smoothed, cool metal to his chest as a form of comfort. Only a fragment of the original thing, but all he had of a life he never knew. But he had a new one, now, and a father he could strive to satisfy. Why now, though? He was already coming to terms with what he'd had described as puberty by his bemused father, when he asked. The full ache of growth, mood changes quite alien to him, more embarrassing issues seeming to spring up when out in the fields working under the baking sun in just his shorts. What a sod ridden time to try and learn a new job. No wonder drinking was so popular.Sighing in a little weary resignation, kite just rolled onto his side and waited for sleep to claim him for the night. It would all happen tomorrow anyway, Best be rested for it.* * *Some time in his sleep he'd ended on his back. That was the first, muggy thought that clawed through the haze of sleep to flicker in the waking mind of Kite, flitting away to nothing as his brain started work on being up, being aware, and generally functioning. He was sort of warm, too. Summer and all. The boy wasn't quite sure exactly why he was awake, he didn't seem to be in sunlight yet and even the earliest birds were sound asleep by the lack of sound from the windows. He'd been shaken, gently, he thought. Though not in the way you were roused from a sleep- just rocked a little from one side to the other with the rustle of his bedding in his ears.As he came around a little more, the twitching of his nose and a first flutter of his tongue seemed a little out of place, though exactly why took a little while to grasp. His chest seemed heavy, for a start, the drawn breath coming with a lot of effort beyond the normal. And the scent, too, wasn't quite right.. Though it was awfully familiar. Like his father, though somehow... off? Deeper. A hint of sweat and something more pungent, more heady and demanding. Confusing all around, though quickly explained when a hand gently cupped his cheek, the larger palm cupping much of his face as two white dotted eyelids cracked wearily open.His nose hadn't been wrong, it seemed- even in the dark, the sight of his looming father's frame was not one he could mistake. He'd got to know it very well indeed this last year, and so close it was truly unique- heavy set, smooth scaled, and easily twice the total mass of the younger argonian. Sleepy as he was, the reason he was here was a mystery, Kite just hazily aware that the older male was there, he was supposed to be serving him, and the elder male seemed to be on the verge of being out of breath. Unusual, but he was
certainly going to need a few minutes to get any sort of grasp on the situation. Thankfully, Nox was happy to fill in the missing dots, one at a time, dragging out every word in the low voice of a late night chat. "Kite.. you beautiful boy, you. We're just so close to your birthday, little one.."That much, Kite knew, at least. His confusion not yet abated, Nox continued, reaching down to cup the other cheek of his adoptive son as he spoke. One broad hand, wrapped gently around each smooth black cheek, holding them nice and snug. "But I've been so eager to give you your present, and show you your new duties, and I just couldn't wait. Keep it between us, and you can have it early. You may be twelve for a few hours yet... but I just can't wait, little one. Not a second longer." With one hand tight on the side of Kite's head, Nox titled it far, far down- from looking blearily at his father Kite went to looking straight down the length of his chest. "All down here, boy, get a very good look..." Nox, this fine morning, was in nothing but a small pair of cloth shorts, the same Kite knew he slept in. The bit he was less acquainted with was the manner they were tugged down past his crotch, folded up behind the throbbing, rock hard cock his father had pointing right at his white lined chin, every heartbeat making it rise and fall in the rush of all the blood it must have demanded. That undertone that had been lingering on his father's scent was almost overpowering now Kite was staring down the length of his cock, startled and a little confused. He was young and not too far into puberty- the boy having once or twice been bothered with a stubborn erection, but not yet having found the stomach to deal with them, and never having imagined an adult one would be so much... bigger. His own was a slim thing, small tight balls and a thin shaft with a fairly pronounced curve on the middle. He'd spent a few nights staring at the length, giving a curious poke or prod before hoping it went away before anyone noticed. But staring head on at this...It was familiar, at least. He recognised the way it swelled and stood, he knew they did. But there the comparison ended. Where his was a stubby addition his father's seemed to demand all the space his crotch had to offer, the girthy base barely squeezed between both thighs at full mast. Darker than the surrounding flesh, too, with the colour running down the fist sized nuts spilling from his shorts to rest, hot and heavy, perched on the chest of his slender teenage son, plenty of give to hang low when not immediately in use- something wholly new to the young teen. And jutting forth it seemed like a third limb by comparison to his own, thick flesh shot through with bulging veins, a fat and swollen crown barely clad in a foreskin like his own. Like but so much thicker, skin that looked like it could weather blows rather than
just delicately encase the sensitive head. Similar. .. but so different. So big! And somehow causing Kite's mouth to want to water in anticipation. Were his balls always that big and full looking?He'd not have to wait, not even have a chance to form some sort of puzzled question. His father was already shifting one hand to the base of what must have been nigh on a foot of pulsing cock, his gaze still locked on his son while he grunted out. "Hand onto it, like this. Get it tight, you hear? Nobody wants a limp stroke... and follow my pace. You're old enough as of tomorrow, son... You're going to be worshipping this cock any time it gets hard. Understand?"However bizzare the instruction was, it was issued with a serious tone even as Nox split a lopsided grin at the boy below, slipping his other hand from the cheek of his son to wrap around the grip he'd taken on the side of his eager shaft, the broad tip already painting his scales in drips of precum. Holding back a groan, Nox started to give himself a nice, steady stroke, base to tip, bunching and tugging back his fat foreskin in every motion, guiding his son's small hands as he showed him the basics of servicing a huge, pent up, lust fuelled man. He'd be needing the know how an awful lot from now on, after all."Steady to begin with, son. A man needs to get worked on a while to enjoy it best... ffffuck. Always work up to the fast pumps" It was hard to say what was turning on the elder more, the slim hands around his cock, the sight of his son pinned beneath his body and splattered by his cock, or the earnest look he was getting back. Kite eager to learn and quick to adapt, clearly testing on his father to see which motions pleased him best, already working on rolling his thumbs as he worked to rib on the huge vein that bulged the underside of his cock, toying a little with the nerves and blood flow alike. Always so eager to please his father.. and how long he had waited for the chance to finally tug out his throbbing cock and press it hard against the younger argonian, his thin athletic build, those smooth lips, hearing him pant and moan. The wait had been worth every damn second. With a heavy sounding moan, Nox arched his back and felt himself ooze a thick stream of precum, making sure to push his hips up to drizzle every drop over the mouth and lips of his beloved son."Take your first drink, son... right in your mouth, careful to avoid the teeth. Purse the lips for friction, use your tongue as you can, a swirl around inside the foreskin usually has a man moaning, if you want to try." Grinning to himself, the older male dipped his thick half coated crown into the parted lips of his son- feeling the warmth, the wet, the smooth firm pressure. He left him to stroke the shaft on his own, he seemed to have got the hang of it as fast as he always did. Nox could put his hands to
better use, like wrapped around the back of his son's head. Holding him close, pushing him deeper, watching his eyes screw shut as he pushed his length against the back of his boy's throat. "Fuckin' divines... Get to know that taste, son. Drink it good. The thick musk heavy on the nose... You're gonna be living for it by the time were done. That's what I need from my retainer... what I adore from my sons."With a pleased tumble forming in the back of his throat, Nox let his hips drag oh so slowly back and forth, tugging his leaking cock back and forth to push over the eagerly lapping tongue, Nox resting heavy in Kite's mouth as he forced his jaw to open wide, straining to allow his full girth all the way to brush once again against the back of the small throat. He could feel the younger male struggling not to gag at the size of glans forced against his throat, shivering in pleasure as the slight convulsions squeezed and massaged his engorged length. What he would have given to frame this image forever- his son blinking back the eye watering from having his throat pushed against, saliva and precum pooling in the corners of his mouth to run down his chin and over his chest, still thick streams of pre spattered randomly around his face and neck, eagerly picking up the pace to squeeze and pump the shaft unable to ram past his pursed lips. Every motion dragging his damp balls over his chest, rough and dark over the black and white teen.. just perfect. Finally, damn finally, he'd got to face fuck his young son, and it was everything he needed. Even at this leisurely pace his huge sac was pulling up close to his body, the elder tensing up with pre-release pressure."Get ready, son... You're getting a drink. Swallow everything you- hrng! Everything you can for daddy, okay?" The boy certainly couldn't speak like this, but his watering eyes looked up at his father reverently, nodding as best as he could while Nox bucked just a little faster and a little harder against that tight throat. "Yes.... swallow down daddy's seed!" His tongue lolled put as he felt the impending release, tightening his grip on his son as he forced his twitching dick as deep as it could go, just beginning to ram the thick crown into the vice like stretch that was his son's Virgin throat before he blew his load. Thick, sticky, and cumming by the cup full, the elder male poured every drop of his bloated balls right into his son, bulging his throat with the quantity of fluid, even his frantic swallowing not enough to prevent plenty washing back to spray into his open maw and dribble over his tongue, jaw, chin and chest in hot, saliva mixed streams. They mingled with the trails from Kite's eyes eventually, the teen a sodden mess pinned to the pillow by his panting father, the both of them with light sheen of sweat as Nox finally started to ebb in his climax, the jets of cum slowing to a mere spurts, and the older
make catching himself before he was try to yank his full length from his son, holding his head as Kite spluttered and coughed for air,a king sure the last dozen ropes painted that black face in a scattershot of thick, pungent seed, spraying his head without a care."Hah... That's it, boy. Get your breath. You've been claimed, fucked, and now marked... does it feel good? Being a good son to your father? The jizz looks good on your face, matches your markings... reckon you were born for this, son." Nox watched his son catch his breath with a warm, proud afterglow- returning one hand to his still turgid shaft to give a last squeeze of the remaining cum it had to offer right now, a fat bead forming at the tip, barely staying in place for the weight of it, and he'd gesture his son to it. "One last treat, son.. the last squeeze is always the sweetest"To be fair, he'd barely need the coaxing, but keeping up his lessons was important. Not slacking made for a happy father, and kite was already busy with his snout pressed to the Argonian meat, tongue flicking over the tip at first and soon working back down his shaft, taking every last drip of the seed coating the fat red length into his mouth with a slightly relieved looking expression on his face. Fair enough for Kite; being able to breathe and collect his thoughts was probably a welcome break, even of it was planned to be a short lived one. Once Kite finally worked down to the base of his shaft and the sac below, Nox allowed himself a little more fun, returning the hand back to the teen's head to mash the young snout hard against the fat sac, pressed hard into the thin film of cum over the naturally pungent folds of flesh. "Smell that, son? That's your father.. pure and virile. You'll be carrying it with you everywhere, now... be proud of that." Hunched above his panting adoptive son, Nox couldn't help but feel a ceaseless rush of twisted pleasure. Oh, he'd waited, how he'd waited. Watching his boy as he worked, day by day, straining to contain the ache in his loins. He must have rubbed out a hundred messy wall staining loads of cum, peering from the manor windows, frantically pumping his shaft while he watched that young form toiling in the argonia sun. And here, so close, a few hours before he should, he'd finally claimed and marked the boy. As the last few fleeting hours waned away, the last opportunity to make passionate, taboo love with his boy had been grasped with both hands and swollen cock. And here he was, a belly full of the man's cum, panting for breath and drinking deep of his musky sac, eyes still watering from the dick he'd pushed so neatly into the young throat. Gods, he'd needed this for so long... and just once wasn't going to satisfy him. Oh no, not close. All he wanted was a moment to gently catch his breath, and in watching the young boy lick and kiss his heavy balls, he'd had
it.He'd taken his time, at first, in some ways. Showing Kite the way, leading him in gently. But so close to his second prize, Nox's self restraint was long since dead. The determination set into his face and eyes was unmistakable, Kite surely must have seen it as he was pushed away from the elder's blisteringly stiff cock. Shoved against the pillows, Nox dismounting the chest of the young boy, barely able to maintain his composure as he sat on the edge of the young boy's bed. "Fucking... just let me show you the full thing, Kite. We can teach you later-" Huffing in impatience, Nox had already started hoisting the boy up from the bedding, keeping one hand on either side of the youngling, grip tight and unyielding as it was put to use. Lifted, moved, and settled against the chest of the elder male- chest to chest, kept close and snug, listening to each needy breath and thunderous heartbeat in the elder's chest.He'd consider some sort of words of comfort for what he was about to do, but not quite enough to find any in the time he had to offer them. His mind was set on the pert ass now clasped firmly with each hand, fingers hooked through the small leather thong to tug it neatly aside as he worked the still wet shaft in short thrusts, squeezing it down the clef of his son's virgin rear. Kite would find a way to cope, he always did. Through any task he'd be given in any conditions, the little boy knew nothing but gratitude in the end- truly devoted to his father through any kind of hell.And something about that just made Nox as hard as fucking rock with the prospect of claiming his son. Pounding him raw as he yelled out his name through the tears. Fuck words, fuck waiting- with nothing more than a low, possessive growl to is boy the elder lined himself up with that untouched, bone white hole. He could see Kite's worry in his face, the little flicker in his smile while the fat top lined up with his rear, no doubt as intimidating as any fist to the small boyish frame. That slight twitch in the thin black tail.It was all the encouragement he needed to push.He could feel Kite burying his head against his own chest while he did. The forceful grip pushing his young hole ruthlessly over his straining cocktip without pause of mercy, the boy muffling his yells against the chest of his father as best he could, the light moisture on his scales as a few inadvertent tears ran off the boy's chin. Between them all he lost himself in the moment, ramming that lithe frame down as deep as he could manage before immediately bouncing him right back up to repeat the rough shove. It was tight- so god damned tight- the boy small, hot and tense while Nox used him to roughly pleasure about half of his throbbing shaft. Half would do. Anything would do. So long as he was fucking his boy, rough and ready, claiming his ass for the first time as he looked his birthday in the
eyes. Oh hell, it felt too damn good to violate him this way. Panting out each breath, the rise and fall of his chest gently rocking his boy while his hands bounced his hips in a ceaseless rhythm. "Fuckin hells, boy, gonna fill you soon.." He didn't even know if Kite was listening, but the words slipped from his lips all the same. The boy was tightly clinging to his chest, and that was enough. But his arms alone weren't quite what he was after for that first special time. If he was to breed his son, damned if he wouldn't do it I'm style. It was an easy movement. Hike his legs up, twist and roll- dropping Kite on his back, resting snug on the bedding he'd been roused from originally. His father's whole body weighing heavily down on him, letting his boy feel the weight and the pressure of his lusting father, the heat of his passion, all of it pinning him tight to the bed while his ass got used. Nox would lay right into slamming his hips, forcing his dripping tip deeper and deeper into his boy as the minutes stacked atop each other, his balls aching in anticipation every time they slapped against his boy as their hips came so very close.Keeping track of time, his boy, his planned dirty talk to ingrain his boy into servitude- none of it came to anything any more. Nox found his stride, his pace, and his tense Virgin hole to outright ruin for his twisted pleasure. Nothing but his thrusts, groans and sweat seemed to matter, and to Kite it was his whole world. Trapped beneath his father to be fucked on end, whimpering under the huge male as he was used.The time could have been an eternity, but still it seemed too short to Nox. Even as his eyes cracked open, keeping note of the passing time with his watch on the bedside table, it seemed too soon. But he'd been aching for this for too long, too hard, and now he was here it was going to be used. With a handful of minutes o midnight, his son's bed a stained and battered testament to his lust, Nox let himself cum again. An easy feat, the older reptile bellowing out in primal satisfaction over his conquest, balls pulled tight as his shaft throbbing and pulsed. Every twitch a fresh, hot jet of pent up spunk to fill his boy with, claiming him in so intimate a manner. Only spurred on to fill him more for the cute, muffled moans coming from beneath his chest. He'd wait until midnight before he made any attempt to move - still hard as rock, still leaking cum, still all but hilted inside his slender son. Rolling onto his back with a worn out sigh, Nox let the youngling have some space to catch his breath and catch up with the evening. He'd plant one kiss on the small one's forehead as he got comfortable, settling down on his bed without much ceremony, a deeply satisfied smile broad across his cheeks. "..Happy birthday, slut"