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A few minor scrapes, one big cut, more than a bit of bruising, and stiffness he'd not felt since he was at war. Beroan was fine, and the young warrior and his impulsive dragoness were even better off than him. They were young; they'd heal quickly even without magic. All told, his fall had turned out far better than he'd expected when the wind was whipping past him and all his memories of flight had left him helpless.

They'd been released as the apprentices were making their rounds to light lamps along the halls. Kerian and Cymris of the Stonepeak were eager to rush off after the excitement of the day. Ailmer was happy to let them go; he had a scared, guilty dragon to tend to. He watched them sprint off down the halls before their release was halfway off the lips of the healer. He glanced down at his trembling fingers. Perhaps the newly-minted scout dealt with the adrenaline better than him.

He led the way back to their room. Beroan followed meekly behind him, but at least he waited until Ailmer had sat down on the bed before he leaped up to tackle him, using his forelegs to inexpertly draw Ailmer close. “Ail…Ail, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't, I mean…I wouldn't, I didn't mean to, just-" He started to spout, his eyes closed as he pressed his head in against Ailmer's front.

Ailmer halted his words as he leaned down, giving the dragon an affectionate lick along the top of his muzzle. Beroan gave a soft whimper and a huff, quieting as he held Ailmer close. Ailmer laid a soft kiss on the dragon's eye ridge before leaning back and letting the drake stay against him, stroking along the male's neck. They rested like this until Beroan's crushing grip started to loosen. “We don't know each other like that yet. We are close, but we don't share the same kind of bond; you still have to speak out loud to me and we don't feel each other's instincts, feelings."

“Is that what it's like?" Beroan asked, one of his eyes peeled open to peer at Ailmer.

Ailmer smiled, despite himself. “Of course. You feel the other like a part of yourself; even one's memories are shared. It is a lifetime of friendship in a split moment. Something to remind us how powerful a force magic is, compared even to our lives, hmm?"

Beroan's breath poured over Ailmer's front as a forepaw shifted. The dragon laid his large paw over Ailmer's upper chest, nearly blocking their eye contact as his digits squeezed and rubbed over Ailmer's front. “The stories tell of that, and more. Even seeing through each other's eyes, sharing in sensations…good or bad."

Ailmer nodded. His smile dimmed and he let out a long sigh through his nose. “They're quite correct. It's all that and many things that can't be put into words."

Beroan nodded slightly against his belly. They stayed silent for a few long moments. Ailmer was lost in his thoughts; He'd been touching on memories that he'd avoided for many years. Even since Beroan and the events in Mossly, he'd kept many of them buried—curiously, he found many of them to be thoughts of happier times. He remembered resting against Marlin; he remembered diving through the clouds and finding little nooks and overlooks on their travels. He'd always insisted that they were better to survey areas for some sort of tactical advantage; Marlin had always been polite enough to let him lie. He'd seen a great many sunsets while pressed up against the blue dragon's flank.

“So trodding tails must feel really good, huh?"

Ailmer blinked before he started to giggle. He rolled his head forward to rest it against Beroan's paw; he continued chuckling and shaking his head long enough for Beroan to lift his muzzle and peek worriedly at him. Ailmer waved a hand, flopping his head back onto the bed. “Yes, yes. Makith's flames, dragon…"

A hint of a smile teased along the edges of Beroan's muzzle. “Explains why the new riders were looking at their dragons like you look at me."

“I doubt they're good at handling the other's emotions yet," Ailmer said.

Beroan chuckled. “They'll be good at handling each other soon, I'd bet."

Ailmer rolled his eyes. Beroan's smile only widened as he nuzzled down, snuffling at Ailmer's belly. “And my clan thought…" He trailed off.

“Thought what?"

Beroan's smile had faded, and he turned his eyes to stare off towards the corner of the room. Ailmer waited as he tried to search for words. He recognized the look, but he couldn't bring up anything to say. His mouth dropped open a few times but shut just as quickly. Beroan didn't notice.

He let out a long sigh before his head jerked back towards Ailmer. The broad smile had returned to his face, and he shifted to let his tail wag. “So do you wanna take another shower?" He asked.

Ailmer had opened his mouth to pry into the dragon's lost statement, but he realized that he still didn't know quite what to say. Beroan cocked his head, his tail swaying behind him hard enough to shift his hips. His forepaw squeezed at Ailmer's chest inexpertly as he waited for an answer. “Well, I'll bet that collar of yours will handle the water just fine," Ailmer said, watching a grin spread across Beroan's face.

***

They crept down towards the shower; Beroan had already memorized the way and Ailmer struggled to keep up with the excited dragon. Beroan kept checking over his shoulder after sprinting past each corner to make sure that Ailmer was still following behind him; it wasn't long before Beroan was jogging down the hallway.

Ailmer would have struggled to keep up if he were actually trying to match pace. He strode faster than usual, but half the fun was watching the excited dragon skitter and bounce along in front of him. Beroan slowed down a moment before he got to the doorway, but he was too excited to stop and wait for Ailmer, disappearing around the corner.

Ailmer caught up in a few seconds, but he could already hear the water going. He blinked; Beroan had only turned the corner a moment ago. He knew how to turn it on, of course, but... He almost swore, pausing to poke his head around the corner.

Beroan was there, but he'd frozen inside of the doorway. The shower had already been pouring and the glistening waterfall was pouring over two forms. Ailmer could even hear the growl, “If you take it out I will bite you until you shove it in ag-Aaah!" Echoed through the chamber, the words in harsh draconic.

Beroan blushed furiously, starting to back out. Kerian's cheeks were nearly the same shade of red as the dragoness he was showering with; her tail cinched tightly around his waist, forcing him to stay close to her. Ailmer couldn't keep the grin off his face as he hissed, “Beroan, back."

He could tell that his green was burning with embarrassment as he started to step back. Cymris, however, didn't seem to care about much more than the human behind her. She was bent down, her muzzle pressed down against her forepaws while her hips smoothly rolled back against the trapped human. Her whole body moved with a grace that Beroan obviously wasn't used to seeing. He was almost as entranced by the motions as Kerian was. Ailmer let out another short hiss, just a noise this time, and Beroan finally twisted around to turn tail and scamper out of the room.

The humid air from the doorway carried with it a short oath from Kerian, followed quickly by a commanding growl. Interestingly enough, it also carried a subtle, spicy scent that reminded Ailmer of cinnamon or cloves. By the time Beroan managed to escape and they bother turned the corner and began to walk back, the dragon was panting and half his cock had escaped the confines of his vent. “Kith's fires, the poor boy," Ailmer said.

Beroan glanced up, his pace keeping him close beside Ailmer this time. “He seemed like he was having a good time, though?"

Ailmer chuckled, nodding as he gave the drake's shoulder a smack before rubbing along his shoulder and neck base. “Of course, but the dragoness is in heat. I doubt he'll be getting enough sleep for a few days."

Beroan giggled and nodded, before squirming as he walked, leaning up to press against Ailmer's side. “You could smell it too?"

“Well, it's not like it was well hidden. I doubt anyone but a dragon would be able to smell it while they weren't, ah, in the middle of things." Ailmer said.

Beroan nodded quickly as they neared the stairs. The drone of the shower was a near-silent hiss here, but Beroan paused. He glanced furtively up and down, then at Ailmer, before he turned and jogged back to duck into one of the storage rooms. Ailmer paused, before walking along after the dragon. “Did you see something, Beroan?" He asked as he stepped into the smaller room.

The moment he entered, it was obvious what had gotten to his dragon. Beroan was on his back, half-propped up against some canvas bags, his legs spread. His cock was fully erect, drooling precum onto his belly as it throbbed. The dragon pawed lightly at the air in Ailmer's direction, giving an eager growl as he entered. “Get it in me or I'll bite you." He threatened.

Ailmer stepped up, dropping down to his knees over the dragon's tail, his hands stroking along the inside of one of the dragon's thighs before he bent down to bite the male's leg as hard as he could. The scales didn't yield to his teeth, but Beroan hissed and squirmed. His cock, however, stayed stiff and needy. Ailmer kept biting, tugging his head back a little until he teased a little whimper from the dragon. “S-Sorry, ah…" Beroan started, “Thought we shouldn't be walking around with this out, up there."

Ailmer grinned, letting the dragon's leg slip from his teeth. “That's right, drake. I bite you."

Beroan shivered, biting his lower lip as he gave a slight nod up to Ailmer. His tail flicked from side to side and he rolled his hips up, pushing his drippy shaft up into the air. Ailmer grinned, his hands still stroking and rubbing along the inside of Beroan's thighs. They were flush with heat and each motion of his hips made the dragon's muscles tense against Ailmer's teasing palms. Ailmer rode the dragon's tail as he massaged, his own bulge tensing against each motion of the dragon's sinuous limb. He let out a soft gasp beside himself, looking down to watch his stretched clothing grind along the dragon's vent. “A-Ail…" Beroan whimpered.

“Yes, Beroan?" Ailmer asked.

His fingers traced around the dragon's swollen vent, barely brushing against the stiff flesh of his erection. Beroan's whole form curled, the dragon tensing while his rock-hard shaft throbbed and strands of precum drooled onto his belly scales. “Ail, please…I need you." He managed.

Ailmer took a few moments to admire the dragon. His forepaws were pulled back in front of his chest and his lower lip was firmly locked in his teeth. His head was turned to the side, and his eyes glanced between the wall and the human atop him. His legs were spread as far apart as he could, welcoming Ailmer's hips between them, and his own hips rolled up against Ailmer's straddling form. Beroan let out another little whimper and Ailmer found his heart beating a little faster than he expected. He wasn't sure if it was his own intimate link with dragonkind or simply his attraction to this green drake, but either way, a dragoness's scent was powerful.

He finally answered Beroan's statement as he bent down, nuzzling against the thick base of Beroan's cock. That stiff, hot flesh pressed against his face and Ailmer took his time admiring the feel of the rubbery, exotic flesh against himself before his lips parted and he drew his tongue all the way up to the tip of Beroan's shaft.

The green drake whined out, the noise turning into a shivering gasp as Ailmer wrapped his lips around his tip. Beroan turned his head back, panting as he watched his shaft start to disappear in the human's mouth. His toes curled as Ailmer made sure to slow down and Beroan watched, riveted, as inch after inch of his shaft disappeared into Ailmer's mouth.

Ailmer managed to make it almost three-quarters of the way down the larger creature's shaft. His throat bulged slightly, but he kept his tongue relaxed to keep from gagging. He would have smirked but the dragon's jaw-aching girth kept him from doing more than showing off.

Beroan shivered, hiding his muzzle behind a paw as he watched with wide eyes. Ailmer began to bob along the dragon's shaft, pulling back so his tongue could swirl around Beroan's pointed tip before he dove back down again. Beroan let out a little whimper each time his shaft dove back into the velvety warmth of Ailmer's mouth and the welcoming grasp of his throat and Ailmer treasured the little spasms that ran through the drake each time his tip squeezed past the entrance to his throat.

Beroan's hindpaws eventually drifted up to hold Ailmer's sides, the dragon's tailtip coiling around one of his legs. He held himself tight to the human, shivering and gasping as Ailmer took his time working the dragon. Again and again, he dove down onto Beroan's shaft and made the dragon's tail squeeze his leg and make him clench and gather the sides of his shirt between his toes.

An eager moan from the dragon made Ailmer pause at the top of his rhythm, and he listened to hear it echo down the hallway behind him. He could still hear the near-silent rumble of splashing water, and even the faint reply of another draconic voice's noises. He was sure that the water would drown out their vocalizations, of course; but he knew Beroan wouldn't suffer another interruption.

Ailmer wouldn't, either.

He dove back down again, pressing his flanks against the dragon's soft paws. However, he was getting anxious. The feeling of his cock pressing against the rough fabric of his pants, rather than the hot scales of the dragon's tail, was getting on his nerves. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt.

Ailmer managed to free himself from most of his constraining fabric without removing his mouth from the dragon's shaft. Sadly, most of his impressive effort was missed by the squirming, moaning drake, especially considering that he distracted Beroan during the more difficult parts by grinding his tongue along his tip. Finally, Beroan was left squirming and Ailmer was only separated from the dragon's scales by his braies. His warm hindpaws pressed against Ailmer's flanks, kneading and grabbing at the sensitive flesh there instead of the pawfuls of cloth they'd previously been working.

Ailmer finally pulled back, letting the whole of Beroan's glistening cock slip fully from his mouth. The dragon panted, a bead of clear precum forming on his tip as he looked up. “Ail, why'd you stop?" He managed.

“Move your tail, if you would?" Ailmer said.

Beroan giggled as he let his tail loosen from around Ailmer's thigh, letting the human kick off the last of his clothing. Sadly, the process was significantly less graceful than his previous display, but he didn't mind; not as his cock pressed against Beroan's hot scales. They only became warmer the closer his tip trailed towards the dragon's crotch.

Beroan gave another eager moan, grinding his hips up against Ailmer's attention. His hindpaws slipped back to knead at his hips. He gripped at Ailmer's hips with his toes, biting his lip. “Your skin feels so good, Ail…It's so smooth and soft, and…" He started, before he turned his muzzle to the side, trailing off.

Ailmer smiled, leaning down to nuzzle along the side of Beroan's shaft, reaching back to grab and rub the top of one of the dragon's large hindpaws. “You're welcome to explore it. But for now…" Ailmer said.

Beroan gasped, tensing up in anticipation as Ailmer pressed forward, grinding his tip in against Beroan's snug vent. The dragon's hole clenched against the intruder as Ailmer gently prodded and pressed with the very tip of his shaft. Ailmer reached up, his fingers curling around the base of Beroan's shaft to hold himself steady as he pressed his hips in slow, gentle grinds.

They were suddenly interrupted by a half-muted roar echoing down the hall. Ailmer grinned down at his dragon, giving him a long roll of his hips. They both gasped as the echo died out, and Ailmer sunk into the welcoming warmth of the dragon below him.

Beroan shivered as he clenched around the human's intruding cock. His tail squeezed around Ailmer's thigh almost in time with his vent. He whimpered, arching his back as his shaft throbbed and drooled, pulsing warmly against Ailmer's fingers.

The dragon's cock base was hot and smooth against Ailmer's hand and his fingers were just a bit too short to reach all the way around Beroan's shaft. Each clench of his vent made the dragon's dick flex against his fingers, tugging Ailmer's hand forward insistently. Ailmer began to stroke up Beroan's cock a few inches, enough that his fingertips met. He took his time, waiting for the dragon to adjust while he enjoyed the feeling of the male's snug tail vent wrapped around his shaft.

Beroan finally managed a few short breaths through his teeth. His head rolled back up to look Ailmer in the eyes, past his pointed, dripping shaft. The dragon rolled his hips up, using his meaty tail base to lift Ailmer a few inches as he forced the human to move inside of him. “Ail, please…" He whimpered.

Ailmer ground himself forward, panting as he used his own hips to pin the dragon down against the cellar's floor. Beroan whimpered, his tight, hot tunnel clenching around Ailmer's shaft. Each stroke along his cock from the human's smooth fingers brought with it another glistening strand of precum, dripping down his ebony shaft and down onto his body. “What's that, Beroan?" Ailmer growled.

Beroan shivered, his eyes pleading with the mage. “Ail, Ail…Please, I need you to ream me." He begged.

Ailmer licked his lips, twisting his hips to pull back a bare inch before mashing himself back against the dragon's hot vent. “What was that?" Ailmer asked.

Ailmer grinned as he watched Beroan squirm; he knew the dragon would be blushing if he could. “Ail, trod me, please!" He said, louder this time.

“What?" Ailmer asked again.

Beroan hissed, growling as he tried to arch his hips again, only managing to lift the human and drip precum further up his front. “Shards, Ail, please! I need you, hard, now, sex, Ail!" He said.

Ailmer hissed, rewarding the dragon as he pulled all the way back until his tip tugged at the dragon's clenching entrance before he slammed back in, sinking as far as he could into the warm dragon. Beroan whimpered and gasped, biting his lower lip as Ailmer thrust, before opening one eye after a moment as Ailmer paused again. The dragon roared this time, his tail tugging insistently at Ailmer's leg as the sound echoed into the hall.

Ailmer returned the roar with a needy growl. He bent forward, letting the dragon's slick cock throb and press against his belly and chest while he stroked up the male's front to wrap both sets of fingers around the dragon's heavy collar. He flexed, curling his arms to yank the dragon's head up and forward, bringing him face to face with the mage as Ailmer's hips began to pump.

Beroan let out a hot moan, his breath pouring over Ailmer's face as the human began to hump into him. His cock strained against Ailmer's chest as the human bucked into him, the stiff, rubbery flesh sliding smoothly across Ailmer's pre-slick skin. Ailmer had already begun to pant as he used his whole form to thrust into the dragon, pounding the dragon's hips against the smooth stone floor with each buck.

Beroan shivered while the human's flexing fingers under his collar tightened the sturdy thing against his neck. He stopped fighting the human's pull, instead pushing forward enough to press his lips against Ailmer's own. He'd seen some of the humans do it this way during the festival. Ailmer certainly seemed to enjoy it! The mage pressed right back into the embrace, making sure not to halt the gyrations of his hips that sunk him into the dragon's warm vent and worked the drake's thick cock against his front.

The dragon blinked as he felt the human's smooth, slick tongue press forward. His heart pounded in his chest as his curiosity took over again; as Ailmer's tongue pressed forward, Beroan's prehensile muscle slipped past the human's lips. Ailmer's eyes widened, but only for a moment, as Beroan's tongue began to explore his mouth. The human's teeth were so much different, and his maw played host to strange, soft textures against Beroan's sensitive tongue.

He would have made a mental note to explore more, but Ailmer's thrusting knocked the thought from his mind. He shivered as he felt the human's cock work, the strange, wide head grinding against every little pleasure spot inside of him. He tensed, his cock quivering against Ailmer's front as the human bucked into him.

The next few minutes passed in a blur of gasps and moans, the rest of the world melted away from them in their pleasure. Finally, Ailmer's tongue slipped from Beroan's mouth as he tensed and slammed in, grinding his hips back and forth to push past his peak. Beroan let out an eager roar as he felt heat blossom inside of him and the human's cock pulse against his clenching walls. Ailmer rested perfectly inside of him and each pump of seed made the human's tip flex against the dragon's soft prostate.

Beroan's muzzle clenched shut, his teeth gritting as he cut his roar short. His cock flexed against Ailmer's chest as his beefy rod released his flood. Shots of hot, sticky seed splashed across the dragon's scales. Cum splashed over Ailmer's face and upper chest as each flex of the horny drake's cock pushed his shaft back against the human's slick front.

Ailmer pulled back, letting his fingers slip from the dragon's collar to lean back. He let the dragon's shaft fountain into the air as he clasped his hands around it, enjoying the squirms from the dragon underneath him as he stroked along the male's messy cock.

Soon, they were both left panting. Ailmer took his time pulling out of the dragon, leaving a small trail of seed that wasn't nearly as impressive as the puddles that dripped off Beroan's chest and belly. Beroan's shaft softened, relaxing down over a sticky thigh as he recovered his breath, both of them taking their time in the afterglow.

Finally, Beroan drew his head back up, looking over the sticky fluid splattered over his front, some still dripping from Ailmer's front down onto his tail base. His muzzle split into a grin, the dragon looking up to Ailmer. “Think those two are done in the shower?"

Ailmer smirked, leaning down to run a finger down the underside of Beroan's half-stiff cock, raising it up to watch the dragon's cum drip from his fingertip. “Dirty drake."