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[section=Story: A moment of Camaraderie]
Written by Cheetahs
"There isn't much past the Glowing Tundra. Mountains, a few frozen valleys, and sprawling white desolation," Issi, their host, said to Nemnth before shifting his attention to Rokanoss. "What are you doing up here anyway? It's not often that I get to share my den with other living souls."
The red dragon shifted his weight from one pair of limbs to the other, a shudder rippling through his wings at the thought of sleet battering them. Although the weather had been mellow these past few days, there was no knowing what storm would envelop the north without a warning, and if it caught them out in the open...
"We won't stay here for long," Rokanoss said, his voice a deep rumble, mirroring his stocky build.
"You are free to stay however long you wish. Your presence doesn't bother me nearly as much as your intention to fly farther than any dragon I've known did."
"We're grateful for the opportunity to get some rest in a place sheltered from the winds," Rokanoss said, shifting his paw along the rough pelt of a dire bear. "It's actually quite comfortable in here."
"Yet you're still standing up," Issi observed, signaling them to sit down with a forepaw. "Please. The north is still going to be here tomorrow, with its shimmering lights and cruel gusts."
Issi stretched his slim, toned body, groping at the furs scattered throughout his lair with those short, black claws tipping his short, stubby digits. His yawn revealed rows of sharp teeth, along with his tapered blue tongue. A curious color, one that fit him better than Nemnth first suspected. Plate-like scutes covered the surface of his paws and digits, colored a vibrant cerulean, similar to the intense light blue hue of his eyes. They tended to have an ethereal glow to them, giving him a mysterious yet playful appearance.
A pair of ivory horns sprouted from the back of his head, working their way through the brown mane covering the top of his head and running all the way to his tail tip, where it bloomed into a brown, bushy tip. Thick, white fur covered the rest of his body, soft and tidy, similar to a feline's. Nemnth had the sudden urge to touch it, to feel it ripple through his paw, but his shy nature held him back. What ifs had always plagued his mind, keeping him from reaching his true potential.
Rokanoss, on the other hand, had no such problems. He was a dragon who knew what he wanted and how to get it without overthinking even the simplest of things. Nemnth met his four days ago by sheer chance and accepted his proposal to travel together just to fly beside another dragon. In truth, Nemnth didn't know more about Rokanoss' craving to explore the north more than Issi did, nor did he care about it in particular. Better to endure harsh winds and the occasional blizzard than scour the land in search of a territory all by himself.
Nemnth's traveling companion was a tad larger than him, strong features emphasizing an even stronger body covered in thick, broad, interlocking scales, an impenetrable, dark grey armor. His scales and wings had a rocky, rough texture random silvery patterns striking through his scales. Four visible, thread-like lines decorated the upper surface of his forepaws, his claws long and sharp, bearing the same white nuance like the pair of ridged horns Rokanoss sported. Plate-like formations extended along his back, neck and belly, thick and rigid, making him the incarnation of resilience itself.
Compared to him, Nemnth seemed small, frail, almost insignificant, and yet, Issi's eyes still found him, even though Rokanoss had done all the talking on his behalf so far.
Oh, right. Settle down.
He settled on his belly, next to Rokanoss, who spread a dark wing over him, nuzzling at one of his ear, making it twitch. Blood rushed to Nemnth's cheeks, a tinge of embarrassment slipping into his mind. Getting affectionate with a friend in front of a stranger always made him uncomfortable, especially when Issi took a strange, sudden interest in him. Why else would he practically stare at him?!
"Your motives are your own, but what about your destination? Flying anywhere in particular?"
"Not really," Rokanoss said. "I'm searching for other species of dragons that might nest here, and my friend here needs a territory to settle. Traveling the world is always better when you have a wing mate."
The lick along his cheek took Nemnth by surprise, making the red dragon fluster. Unable to deal with the awkwardness, his emerald eyes shifted around Issi's den, noticing the pelts glued to the walls with sap to give his den a homely appearance. A few holes punctured the roof of the cavern, letting in columns of faltering light. Nemnth suspected that Issi had a way to cover them during storms, else his lair wouldn't have looked so orderly.
"Nemnth, is that it?"
"Y--yes, you got it right," Nemnth rushed his words, his red hide doing wonders at concealing the fierce blush of his cheeks.
"Beautiful name. It flows on the tongue, and it has a delightful touch to it, just like your fiery mane. Haven't seen many winged dragons with a mane in my travels."
The compliment stunned Nemnth. He never considered himself special, let alone dwell on the purpose of his mane. It simply was there, just like his gently curved horns, light colored wings and tail.
"Any chance I can touch it?" Issi asked, pulling his hind paws under his belly, kneading the toes of his forepaws in anticipation.
Nemnth's jaw hung. He had considered doing the same thing to his fur just moments ago!
"It's polite to respect the wishes of your host," Rokanoss rumbled, pushing Nemnth's rump forward with his tail, forcing the red dragon to stumble forward.
Nemnth threw Rokanoss an angry glare that did nothing to disperse the mirth dancing within with friend's light grey eyes. Whatever he had in mind, Nemnth failed to decipher it, so he approached Issi, one tentative step at a time.
"He needs a bit of time to get used to somebody, but once he does..."
Rokanoss did it again! Speaking on his behalf, fanning the fire welling within Nemnth's belly. The awkwardness of this situation became so thick, he could practically cut through it with his claws. One moment, they shared a normal dialogue, and the next, Issi eased Nemnth down with a forepaw. Then, he shifted closer to him, so that his fluffy side met Nemnth's flank, the agile drake working his body under one of Nemnth's wings.
"I always wondered how a wing over my back feels. Not like a blanket, but close enough." Issi pulled his head back, eying Nemnth's mane, his muscles tensing with the urge to get up.
By all the nine heavens! What was Issi's obsession with manes? To keep this situation from spiraling out of control, Nemnth sighed and tilted his body to the side, giving Issi the perfect chance to inspect his mane.
But, instead of using a paw, the furred dragon thrust his snout into it, rubbing his lower jaw left and right along Nemnth's neck, a gentle purr igniting in Issi's throat.
"You're a very odd dragon," Nemnth mumbled, unable to help himself.
"Lonely, more likely. I seldom have company, and when I do, I prefer to make the best of it."
His honesty melted some of the stiffness from Nemnth's muscles. Issi's direct approach encouraged Nemnth to run a finger through the dense fur coating a foreleg. The rest of his paw followed when Issi nodded, his smile warm, inviting, genuine.
"See? It's better to treat each other as friends than resort to an icy, stiff approach. It is cold enough outside as it is."
Nemnth giggled, Issi chuckled, and Rokanoss released his characteristic laughter, a sound similar to boulders grinding at the insides of a barrel.
"Nemnth may be silent at first, but once you set his tongue loose, then you better get ready for the outcome," Rokanoss said as he pushed himself to his feet. "While you caress and tidy each other's manes, I'll be hunting an elk or two. If the weather shifts, at least we'll have plenty of--there's somebody outside. Dragon, male, I think."
Nemnth noticed the way Rokanoss' claws curled inwards, the sharp tips poking through one of the furs. He kept his wings tucked tight to his sides, his posture relaxed and tension-filled at the same time.
"He's a friend of mine. Give me a moment or two."
Issi jumped onto his fours and scampered forward with the speed and grace of a cat, rushing into the frozen tundra outside to rub his frame against the foreign dragon and nuzzle at his hand--or hands, for he had not two, but four of them, along with a pair of wings sprouting from his back.
Most curiously, he stood upright on two legs, his head switching between Issi, Nemnth and Rokanoss, as if he couldn't decide whether he should stay or go, now that his friend had guests.
Nemnth stepped next to Rokanoss, allowing his friend's courage to embolden him enough to spy on their conversation. He normally disliked invading someone's privacy, but this evening already surprised Nemnth in more than one way.
"I'll come visit at a later time. It is no trouble for me," the newcomer said, fixating his leaf-green gaze on Nemnth briefly before looking away.
"Don't be like this, Darou. They're friends. We are friends. Everybody's friends with each other around these parts. Not like we get to be picky about who we spend our time with. The north is becoming more and more desolate, now that most of the kingdoms allow sapient species within their borders," Issi said to him, nudging his wrist, trying to coax him into joining Nemnth and Rokanoss in his lair.
Darou--for that was how Issi called him--opened his mouth, only to shut it and let out an audible sigh.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea. I do not...do this often."
"Me neither, but not because of a lack of trying." Issi had to interrupt his train of thoughts and leap in front of Darou to block his way when the bipedal dragon prepared to depart.
"Wait. Listen, just...let me put it in a more eloquent way."
"It's not going to change my mind, Issi. I'm sorry, but I can't--I just...can't."
Nemnth could emphasize with the stranger's predicament. Although he greatly enjoyed interacting with others, breaking through the first initial wall, that of making acquaintance, always seemed to be a real chore to him.
"Darou, we're the only sapient beings left in this part of the world. I enjoy my cozy lair, and something tells me you're not quite ready to leave the tundra yet. Although I do appreciate your company, we now have a chance at getting to know two dragons!"
He sounded so excited at that prospect, his happiness infecting Nemnth as well, who slipped out from under Rokanoss' protection.
"At least come inside to warm up a bit," Nemnth said, surprised at the certainty that coated his words. "You don't have to speak. You don't have to get to know us. Just come inside, get warm, and observe."
That did it. Saying no to two dragons was no easy feat, so Darou sighed and followed Issi into the lair, where the light creeping through the crevices of the ceiling basked his pendant in a warm glow.
Nemnth noticed it, although he looked away as he stepped to the side to make room for Darou, who retreated to the end of the circular chamber, where he rested his back against the wall. Gawking at flashy trinkets might come across as a rude gesture, and yet, it took all of his willpower to restrain himself from stealing another glance at that pretty pendant. It dangled from a steel chain, and something moved and glowed within it, some sort of miniature spirits bearing the shape of a purple mongoose and red lizard, who swirled within the crystal orb.
How curious! And his appearance was even more so!Nemnth found himself unable to discern the species of the newcomer, for he had a much too exotic look for one. No fur covered his hands and feet, and the fur on his chest had a distinct beige nuance to it. A luxurious dark blue mane extended along his spine, stopping towards the middle of that long, powerful tail. It also spilled over his shoulders, narrowing towards his belly and continuing towards the top of his chest. Although his voice gave off his gender, his gender puzzled Nemnth. It bore the shape of an elongated slit, with two small, green buds protruding from the top. Two pairs of pointed teats surrounded his crotch, lining his genital slit, not quite plump, yet neither unnoticeable.
With four arms and a set of wings, Darou sure seemed like an interesting fellow. Nemnth found himself intrigued by him, and Rokanoss looked him over as well before settling down in a corner to groom a paw, looking at Nemnth expectantly.
Right. Issi. The red dragon almost forgot the fluffy one sat beside him, waiting for something, so he turned to face him, the customary blush warming up his face.
"Follow me," Issi said, retreating towards his makeshift bed, made of pelts and furs piled on top of each other, with Nemnth in tow. Once there, the fluffy dragon laid down on his side, pointing with his snout to Nemnth to settle beside him.
"Thank you for helping me get Darou inside. It's always a struggle. Today, it was you and Rokanoss. A week back, he discovered some hieroglyphs etched onto the side of a cavern, and stayed there all night, guarding them, waiting for the sun to rise to test one of his theories. Not my first choice on how to spend an evening, that's for sure."
Nemnth remained silent. He had no idea how to reply or react to what Issi said, so instead, he watched Rokanoss sit on his haunches a few steps from Darou and engage in a conversation of their own.
"He's a good friend. It's just...hrrrr, so difficult to get through him at times," Issi said, leaning on his side, pulling a hind leg back, inadvertently presenting Nemnth with his blue-tinted slit. A tendril of sharp, male musk wafted from it, along with a softer, tamer scent, specific to that of a female.
Nemnth perked his ears, wings rustling as a shudder ran down his spine. Could it be that Issi was a dragon of two genders? Asking him was the quick and effective way, but for some reason, Nemnth couldn't bring himself to do it, not for a matter that didn't really concern him.
Instead, he broached the first topic that came to mind in order to brush off the awkward silence. "What you said, about me and Rokanoss being the only two dragons that you've met recently..."
"It's true," Issi said, shifting one paw on top of Nemnth's, his light colored paw pads warm, soft, comforting. "I'm a windragon. The last of my kind, from what I know. Our home used to be the mountain forests, the tundra, but now, all that's left are the wind and, of course, me."
His words tugged at Nemnth's heart. The sudden urge to comfort Issi, to provide him with a glimmer of hope, flowed through him. He knew what he had to do, but not how to start, so instead, he merely draped a wing over his companion, nuzzling at his neck.
"You can always leave. There may be more windragons further inland, where the valleys are lush and teeming with prey."
Issi shook his head, letting out a heavy sigh. "We're of the north. We may venture into foreign lands, but our roots remain here. Your concern is touching, dear Nemnth, but you shouldn't worry about me. I always find a way to cope."
There had to be more to life than just scraping by from one day to the next, hoping to stumble upon a sign that showed you that you weren't the only one left of your kind. Nemnth remembered the way Issi practically implored Darou to stay. He remembered his yearning to be with someone who understood him, somebody that could comfort him better than the lifeless furs around him.
That memory filled Nemnth with a mysterious strength, a warmth that melted away his doubt and reluctance. If Rokanoss decided that they had to leave the next day, then Nemnth wanted to make sure he would not leave Issi wanting, waiting for an opportunity that might never come. It was within his power to do this small kindness for this sweet, compassionate dragon, and no amount of shyness or embarrassment would hold him back.
Nemnth began by pushing at Issi's flank gently with his snout. The fluffy dragon eased onto his side, eyes wide and hopeful, his ears pinned back in submission, a set of paws thrust into the air to give Nemnth access to the fine fur lining his belly. Tempting as that prospect looked, the red dragon began exploring Issi's body from the very tip of his snout, placing a gentle lick between Issi's nostrils and a longer, more fulfilling one along his brow.
"Mrarrrr, that's unexpected," the windragon purred, rolling onto his back, trusting Nemnth with his silky, vulnerable belly.
Afraid that his nerve would falter, Nemnth kept silent, allowing his ministrations to speak on his behalf. His snout glided along Issi's neck, slow, affectionate licks following in its wake, Nemnth's blue tongue working the windragon up to mellow but constant shudders. His paws twitched every now and then, his toes spreading and curling inwards, tail swishing with broad, enthusiastic swings along the floor.
His eagerness stoked Nemnth's conviction to see this dragon well satisfied. Although he wanted to lick every inch of his body, Nemnth slipped his forepaws into the dense fur of Issi's chest, tousling his lavish fur and kneading at the layers of muscles underneath it, increasing the intensity of the windragon's purr to a richer pitch.
Slowly but steadily, Nemnth advanced upon Issi's lower belly. Solitude had left the windragon particularly vulnerable, a few licks, combined with undulating strokes through his fur enough to force his shaft out of his slit completely.
He had a rather thick member, colored a light blue, with soft barbs lining his tip and ridgescovering the underside of his rigid meat. A bulbous knot sat at the base of his member, stretching his slit to its limits, encouraging waves of musk to soar past his dainty lips and swirl towards Nemnth's flared nostrils.
Issi's pleasant fragrance triggered Nemnth's own lust. Desire welled between his legs, hot and demanding. Try as he might, he couldn't hold back the rhythmical throbs rushing through his cock, and so, he grew, and grew, and grew, his meat a deeper shade of blue, boasting an equally impressive knot that only now began to inflate.
Nemnth shifted onto his fours, rounding Issi, approaching him from behind, so that he could place his right forepaw on top of Issi's hind leg in a reassuring gesture. To ease him into it, his tongue dashed along the base of his slit, under his cock, tasting the fainter, sweeter nectar of his female parts. They didn't quite do it for Nemnth, too dulled compared to the male musk, but he still poked the tip of his tongue past Issi's folds, enjoying the way the windragon's forepaws dug into the furs, claws dragging along them as he growled with pent-up need.
Issi regarded Nemnth with half-closed eyes, blurred by a veil of utter need, so daunting and obvious. His light blue shaft pulsated in unison with the shudders wracking his slit, the knot inflating, stretching his slit to its limits.
What a glorious sight. Nemnth could barely contain the rush of excitement flooding his being. He never felt more alive than he did during these brief moments, where blood surged through his limbs, tail, and cheeks, every fiber of his body ready to do its utmost to see another dragon satisfied.
To begin with, Nemnth poked Issi's member with the tip of his snout, breathing in that exotic musk, crisp like the northern breeze. Issi's fleshy baton bobbed and trembled, the windragon emitting a low, muffled growl of need, begging for Nemnth to tend to his hardness.
Unwilling to keep Issi waiting even a second longer, Nemnth wrapped his tongue around Issi's penis, applying pressure to those sensitive barbs briefly before inching lower, towards the meaty ridges. They, too, proved to be quite receptive, Nemnth's prehensile tongue causing the windragon to squirm on the floor, kicking his limbs and wagging his tail eagerly.
Nemnth smiled. In one sudden, surprising, and swift motion, his maw delved into Issi's cock, surrounding it in its warm, moist embrace, his tongue coiled around the sensitive, light blue flesh to safeguard it from those sharp fangs all around. Issi's thick girth was a snug fit for Nemnth. It filled his maw nicely, the tip tickling the back of his throat every time Nemnth dragged it further in. Every now and then, Issi leaked a few droplets of aqueous, blue-tinted pre upon the base of Nemnth's tongue, the treat sharp, tasty, refreshing to the red dragon's senses.
It took Nemnth a couple of moments to regulate his breath, to pin Issi's rocking form down with his forepaws, to understand the implication of what he was doing. He was sucking a dragon off! One that he barely knew, so eager and pent-up! The poor thing leaked precum constantly, spasms of elation traversing his body every time Nemnth eased him further into his throat, the tight muscles there clenching around Issi's barbed tip. That worked him up quite well, forcing the windragon to screw his eyes shut for a moment, as if to force back his orgasm.
Nemnth's tongue squeezed Issi's member harder. The red dragon opened his maw wide, preparing to surprise Issi, his heart skipping a beat in anticipation of the finality of this last action.
"Prrr, my little dragon," Rokanoss purred into Nemnth's ear. "Already hard and dripping with desire."
Nemnth's concentration faltered. He spat Issi's member halfway out along with a panicked yelp, curling his tongue around it, holding onto it as if his life depended on it. Letting go meant surrendering to the deep, fulfilling pleasure brought by Rokanoss' tongue along his cock, and Nemnth wasn't as selfish as to leave Issi idle, just so that he could fully enjoy those slow, long tongue lashes along his deep blue shaft.
Unlike Nemnth, Rokanoss knew where to lick, how to lick. He swirled his tongue around Nemnth's fleshy protrusions. He coiled it around his knot, tugging at it lightly, then slurped at his tapered tip, gathering the abundant pre Nemnth shot upon his tongue. Then, Rokanoss spread that lubrication around Nemnth's shuddering tailhole, coating that layer of puckered flesh with the red dragon's slick arousal.
His head down, his maw chock-full of Issi's cock, Nemnth didn't see that Rokanoss hoisted himself onto his hind legs. He only felt those strong paws gripping his back, those rough haunches grinding against his, that tapered tip ramming at the base of his tail, seeking its target. Once he found it, Rokanoss pushed it all in, a harsh, constant growl vibrating within his throat, like a brewing storm.
Nemnth's limbs quavered, every muscle in his body turning taut. Rokanoss was a big dragon, after all, and each ridge felt like a ring of liquid fire being squeezed into Nemnth's trembling, receptive tailhole.
Rokanoss soothed his mate with a few licks over his neck, whispering to him, "Relax. Let go. There is great pleasure to be found if you let go. Don't fight it, young dragon. Accept it."
"Graaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr," Nemnth growled. It took all of his strength to keep his jaws from clamping shut around Issi's cock, his focus washed away by Rokanoss' cock, driving deeper and deeper into him, the pointy, spaded tip stretching Nemnth's tight walls to their limits in order to make room for the dragon's increasingly daunting ridges.
Blessedly, Rokanoss stopped at the knot, the fleshy, bulbous formations thumping against Nemnth's tailhole with a wet sound. Filled to the brim from both ends, the red drake let go of Issi's cock, taking a moment to whimper, grit his teeth, and clench around Rokanoss.
At first, it hurt. Then, it felt like a slight discomfort. After a few more squeezes, his muscles adjusted to Rokanoss' thickness, and every time Nemnth clamped down upon him, jolts of electrical pleasure swarmed beneath his hide, making his cock lurch and his wings flutter due to how intense it felt.
"That's it," Rokanoss said as he started to breed the smaller drake slowly, tenderly. "That's how it works."
So he said, but Nemnth had a very hard time tending to Issi's throbbing shaft while also being rammed from the other end by Rokanoss.
And, to spice things up even more, Issi cried out a sharp sound. Only, it wasn't a sound, but a name.
Darou.
He was still in here, with them, watching, his twin cocks growing bigger by the second. Although he didn't admit it verbally, the sight of the three dragons, along with the pungent smell of sex slowly filling the cave, affected him too. It coaxed a certain bodily reaction from him, one that kept him torn between staying or leaving.
"Darou, you are...one of us," Issi spoke with slow, strained words. "You are...my friend, and I would love...nothing more than to...have you join us."
Darou was conflicted. His eyes darted between Issi and the exit of the cave, and the spirits locked within his pendant became erratic, causing the glow to intensify, giving everyone ample proof that Darou at least considered Issi's offer.
"Join in. Don't be shy," Rokanoss said.
Nemnth pushed Issi's cock out of his maw with his flexible tongue, gave its tip a lick, and said, "Don't think. Just do it. Issi cares about you. More than you think."
Whatever Rokanoss and Darou discussed, it must have done something to chip at his conviction, for in the next moment, Darou stepped over to Issi, placing a leg on each side of him, wrapping a set of arms around Rokanoss' neck and the lower around Nemnth, holding onto both dragons like they were prized possessions.
Issi grabbed Darou's shins with his forepaws, reaching towards his slit to lick along its length, dipping his tongue through the tight flesh every few strokes. Darou released a pleasured moan, his tail swinging upwards, the twin prehensile cocks beginning to wriggle back and forth, now that they reached full mast.
Issi switched his attention to them, guiding his tongue across the soft barbs covering the lower half of both shafts, working his way towards the bulbous tips of each cock. These were particularly sensitive, and Issi kept at it, enjoying the way his lapping made Darou teeter under the waves of bliss flooding his senses.
Due to their girth and prehensile nature, Issi couldn't restrain a peen long enough to guide it into his maw, so he switched his attention between Darou's slit and twin cocks, basking them all in a layer of slick saliva. Darou greatly enjoyed the way Issi split his attention. Working on moistening and penetrating the base of his slit while also rubbing his fleshy tongue along those soft, receptive barbs did wonders for Darou, causing him to orgasm in a most sudden and messy fashion.
His cocks stiffened for a brief moment, ceasing their movement. None the wiser, Issi kept licking at one of them, caught in the thrill of his own pleasure, unawares that Darou reached his peak. One second later, both of Darou's cocks unloaded their essence, one of them spurting all over Issi's muzzle while the other one directed its stream at Nemnth's head and Issi's cock, bathing them with hot, fertile seed.
The prickly scent of male essence triggered a chain reaction from the other males. Issi's toes flared, curling inwards a short moment after Nemnth dragged him into his throat, opening his maw wide enough to take that ripe, blue knot. His tongue danced around that bulbous, sensitive formation, making it impossible for the windragon to resist a moment longer.
Issi erupted into Nemnth's mouth, lances of thick, blue seed shooting against the back of his throat. Nemnth tried to gulp it all down, but Issi had been alone for too long, and his need was too vast. Even as Nemnth pulled halfway up to collect the remaining spurts upon his tongue, the seed kept rushing into his mouth, some of it spilling past the sides of his snout, the wide-eyed Nemnth unable to keep up with the onrush of windragon juices from one side and Rokanoss' thrusts from the other.
He gasped, spitting out a mouthful of juices all over Issi's belly, swallowing the rest, lest he choked. Issi's cream had a sharp, tangy taste to it, deliciously stimulating and equally abundant. Even after Issi began to taper off, Nemnth still slurped the dribbling seed snaking down Issi's shaft in between Rokanoss', intent on receiving everything his mate had to offer.
Meanwhile,Rokanoss began closing in on his peak. He increased the frequency of his thrusts, the copious amounts of precum he spurted into Nemnth lubricating his red and yellow mate, preparing him for something even Nemnth didn't expect.
The knot.
It shoved against Nemnth's pucker and, in spite of Nemnth's squirming, Rokanoss forced it past the tight layer of muscles and into his mate.
Nemnth shot his head upwards, roaring almost as loud and fierce as Rokanoss when he burst into Nemnth's stretched tailhole. His seed shot with the might of an arrow, reaching deeper than Nemnth suspected. So deep, in fact, that it triggered the red drake's orgasm.
Nemnth's cock lurched upwards, bathing Issi with ropes of sticky seed. The red dragon's head swam, his senses overloaded from the molten ecstasy gathering within his tailhole. Rokanoss' knot trapped most of his essence inside Nemnth, making the pressure grow to almost unbearable levels. Nemnth was almost positive he'd have another orgasm, but Rokanoss' knot slipped out of him just in time to allow the river of cum to flow out of Nemnth and drench the furs littering the floor of the cavern.
All of the dragons panted, their eyes half closed, their bodies worn. Nemnth's head turned light as a feather. He seemed to float in ecstasy, the trembling of his limbs, together with the residual pain of his abused tailhole, dulled down by the pleasant numbness that conquered his senses.
He only had enough strength to trudge over to Issi and lie down beside him. He needed to know. He needed to see that Issi enjoyed himself.
A weak grin spread across Nemnth's snout as he noticed Issi's bleary eyes. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and a small pool of diaphanous, light blue drool gathered under the tip. That, to Nemnth, was the definition of fulfillment.
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