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The dragons were not subtle about their desires. Beroan and Cymris had barely managed to sit through Ailmer's crash course in setting up a low-profile camp. The first scout remembered how irresistible a dragon's desires were across the bind--even thinking back to those sensations was enough to distract him. Kerian was doing a legendary job of resisting the things that his dragon was whispering to him, though the red that showed up on his cheeks and his nervous squirming spoke volumes to Ailmer.

On the other hand, Beroan wasn't being much more professional. He'd managed to let Ailmer set up camp without tackling him, but there were several instances where Ailmer found the dragon's head nuzzling up under his arms and against his chest. Beroan had stopped those blatant touches while Ailmer talked, but only because he was threatening to peek out of his vent. As shameless as he was, he wasn't quite ready to completely reveal himself in front of a strange dragoness from another tribe. At least, Cymris's heat had trailed off. Ailmer knew he wouldn't have been able to stop anyone if she was still in the middle of it.

Ailmer shifted back up, shaking the dirt off his spade as he showed Kerian the strange fire pit he'd dug. "So this way, with a big vent out the back, the fire gets plenty of airflow so it doesn't smoke at all. Since it's recessed under the ground, it doesn't shine through the forest and it's nearly impossible to spot."

"It's not very warming, though," Kerian said, helping Ailmer toss sticks into the small pit.

"You have a dragon and a bedroll for that. This gets you tea and food and-" Ailmer began to explain.

Cymris had stepped up to look into the pit before she bent down and blew a mouthful of flame through the u-shaped pit. The fire whooshed up the other side, forcing Ailmer to jump back. "There, fire." She said, "Easy!"

Ailmer chuckled, shaking his head as he picked his flint out of the charred soil at the edge of the pit. Beroan chortled, though his eyes traced over other places than the flames in the pit. "You also have a dragon for that, I suppose. Now, why don't you and Cymris hunt out a stream and fill our waterskins?" Ailmer said.

Kerian and Cymris took one look at each other. Cymris licked her chops and Kerian nodded as fast as his neck would allow. "Sure thing, sir!" He said.

Ailmer watched, containing his laughter as Kerian hopped atop the red dragoness. Cymris was ready, and they shot into the sky as quickly as she could pump her wings. Beroan padded over to Ailmer, following his gaze upwards to watch the silhouette of the other dragon wheel out of sight. "They didn't take any waterskins with them, did they?" Beroan asked.

"Not a one. They're still mostly full anyway." Ailmer said.

"So why'd you send them for water?" Beroan asked.

"Because Kerian doesn't want to trod Cymris's tail in front of us," Ailmer said.

"Aw," Beroan replied.

The dragon padded over to press his muzzle against the human's chest, dragging it up until his snout bumped Ailmer's chin. Ailmer reached up to rub along the dragon's eye ridges as the dragon's heated breath tickled across his neck. He shifted his muzzle again, pressing his soft snout firmly against Ailmer's chin.

"What's the matter?" Ailmer asked.

"I thought you sent them away so you could trod my tail," Beroan said, grinning.

"Get that tail up, drake," Ailmer said, trying not to chuckle.

Beroan purred, his smirk matching Ailmer's as he turned, putting his forepaws a few feet up on the trunk of a tree. His tail lifted right away and he wagged his hips at the human. Ailmer chuckled at Beroan as the dragon turned his head back to look at him. He was already out of his shirt, glad to be rid of the rough cotton and returning to the feel of warm, smooth scales against his chest. He felt as if he could close his eyes and forget, like he could lose the world, with the feeling of the dragon's tail gliding against him. He could press himself to Beroan's warmth and wrap his arms around that thick tail and live in nothing but the present moment.

His hands stroked along the dragon's limb, feeling the sinuous muscle worm and press against him like a snake. He felt it tense against his fingertips as they massaged into the flexing scales. Ailmer treasured the little twitches that the tip of his tail that betrayed Beroan's feelings the closer his hands roamed to the dragon's hips. Heat pressed into his palms when his fingers finally reached past the dragon's thick tail base. By the time he reached the dragon's rump, his fingertips had felt every bit of swell from the tip of the drake's tail, back to the wide root where it met with Beroan's hips.

His hands lingered there, letting his palms knead into the dragon's hindquarters and his fingertips push along the cables of tension that stiffened the dragon's body. He worked his way around, taking his time to enjoy the unique feel of the dragon's almost-pliable scales over his flesh. There, he could hear it now; the low rumble of stones tumbling in the distance and the little ways that Beroan squirmed under his palms. The dragon was purring and arching himself back, bringing his hips back and up to press against Ailmer's hips, leaving the dragon's forelegs pushing at the base of the tree to drive himself back against the mage.

Time continued to pass luxuriously as they enjoyed the feeling of each other against them. They were no strangers, especially not after the long ride, but this was a different kind of closeness. Ailmer's touches were deliberate and every spot his fingers touched seemed only to make the dragon stretch and croon more. Ailmer's hands slipped down, cupping the sides of the rump's swell as he focused on grinding in.

Even through his pants, he could feel the heat of the dragon's body. It was no surprise, especially not with the warmer spot that marked out the break in the dragon's scales. That vent drifted over the swell in the fabric with each shift of Ailmer's hips. Ailmer leaned forward, letting the tail snaking over his front take some of his weight to let him grind along the dragon's hips.

Beroan crooned, almost too softly for Ailmer to hear, as he stretched himself further. His back pressed down and his forepaws pushed against the tree's thick roots as he drove his vent back against the human's hidden shaft. Ailmer's grip tightened and he began to push harder and move faster. His hips gyrated to bring the dragon to the exact spot Ailmer wanted him to be.

He grinned as he felt the dragon start to move with his motions and soon push on, working back against him insistently. Ailmer felt more warmth bump the inside of his leg every so often as the dragon's cock freed itself from its own hiding place. He let the dragon's shaft bump against his thigh for only a few strokes before he pushed his chest down firmly, forcing the dragon's tail to take more of his weight and bow down.

Those motions gave him enough reach for his hand to slide past the dragon's thigh. His fingers gave the wide leg a rub before they closed around the soft, hot flesh of Beroan's cock. A gasp sucked itself through Beroan's clenched teeth while his shaft gave a throb inside of Ailmer's fist. Ailmer kept up his gyrations, adding more slow grinds against the small, hidden cleft of warmth pressing against him while keeping up the motions of his fingers crawling up and down the dragon's stiffening cock.

The feeling of the soft flesh surrounding the core of the dragon's shaft firming against his palm was one that Ailmer took his time to enjoy. His fingers pushed back down against the firming flesh as the dragon's cock tried to press up towards the dragon's belly. Beroan's toes splayed out against the ground and the roots of the tree, helping him to push his hips back against the human leaning over him. His cock throbbed against Ailmer's fingers and strained against them soon left rock hard underneath a slight layer of smooth skin. "Ail, when are you gonna do this without making me beg?" Beroan moaned.

"You like it, don't you?" Ailmer replied.

Beroan blushed, trying to hide his reaction with an insolent huff. He shook his neck, jostling the thick collar that had been almost inseparable since they'd caught Kerian and completely inseparable once Beroan realized he could make Ailmer blush every time he brought it up while they were out in the city. However, the drake still trembled and whined as he ground himself back against the human's hidden cock, feeling the softer bulge press directly against his warm vent. "Ail, c'mon?" Beroan mumbled.

Ailmer almost relented. He felt Beroan's need; with the wind erasing Cymris's scent from the air, they'd forgotten the effect that the tail end of her heat had on them. That spiced scent had very quickly reminded them once they'd settled into the clearing. Ailmer managed to hold back for a moment, even as his free hand crept back to hook over the waist of his pants. "Come on and do what, Longtail?" Ailmer asked.

He growled, loudly enough to make Ailmer question the playfulness of the noise. His body spoke as his hips ground back and his tail squirmed across Ailmer's chest. His cock twitched in Ailmer's palm, leaving his bowed head to glance back at the human. "Ail, please! If you spend all this time with your weird second skin on, Kerian will catch us this time!" He rumbled.

"And?"

"Eggshells, Ail, please! Shards, I am gonna shred every piece of clothing you brought if it's gonna be this way!" Beroan hissed.

Ailmer snorted, a smile of amusement turning his lips up. He replied by rolling his trousers down, letting the first few inches of his shaft press against the dragon's hindquarters. Beroan let out another frustrated whine, jamming his hips back against Ailmer. His hot vent traced up as he raised onto the tips of his hinds, teasing against the human's naked cocktip. The remaining cloth held his shaft up, making sure the angle wasn't going to comply with the dragon's demands. "Fuck me, Ail, I need your cock! I'm not kidding, I'm going to love burning all that stupid plant fluff!"

"Now, where'd you learn oaths like that?" Ailmer asked, continuing to pull the front of his pants down.

A whine escaped Beroan's mouth as he felt inch after inch of the human's cock press against his rump. His cock flexed in Ailmer's other hand as he felt the human's shaft start to drop forward, getting closer and closer to the angle that he needed. "Ancestors, Ail! Come on, already! But, the same place taught me about rope." He replied.

Ailmer almost asked for the story, but the needy bucks of Beroan's hips back against him distracted him. Driven by his powerful forelegs pushing back against the tree, he bucked his cock through Ailmer's fingers like he was breeding the human's hand, demonstrating what Ailmer should be doing. The faster motions forced Ailmer's other hand to jump, dropping his pants to his ankles. Finally, with his hips naked against Beroan's hinds, his shaft ground against the pliable, smooth scales that made up the drake's underside. Beroan bent down a little more, his chest presing against the ground as his rump mashed along Ailmer's shaft.

Looking down, Ailmer took a few moments to admire the way that the dragon's back spread out under him. The male's cock flexed against his fingers, already wet with the needy male's precum, and his relaxed vent worked against the whole of the human's length. His hand made a quick stop on Beroan's rump, teasing a rumble from the dragon with a short squeeze before it slipped back onto his hips to hold the base of his cock. He began to guide himself to the proper angle as Beroan's head turned back to look at him. "Shards, Ail! Breed me, now! Oh, I need you, Ail, please, please!" He panted between words, mumbling anything to get this teasing human to give him what he wanted.

Ailmer nodded, though, with both his hands occupied, he was more focused on balancing rather than any reply, other than getting his shaft into his needy partner. He gasped through his teeth as his tip pressed against the dragon's vent before they both shared in a moan as he sank inside. The larger creature took his size in one smooth motion, easily enough that he could feel Beroan's whole body relaxing under him.

Warmth enveloped him. The dragon was significantly hotter inside than humans, a fact which never ceased to surprise Ailmer. His shaft twitched inside the dragon as he paused, enjoying the feeling of the male wrapped around him. He busied himself for those moments by stroking up and down the dragon's engorged shaft.

Each stroke spread more of the dragon's ample precum along his thick rod. His fingers slipped over each ridge and fondled over the tip of the dragon's shaft, massaging every inch of the dragon's exotic length. His forearm pressed against the dragon's torso, and he could feel the deep purr that resonated through the drake's body. The sound spread through the clearing as Beroan finally relaxed while his needs were fulfilled. Ailmer felt him clench every so often around him as they relaxed against each other.

Other needs soon began to push against them. As much as Ailmer enjoyed basking in the feeling of the dragon, his hips started to pull back. A satisfying rumble from the dragon egged him on. He began a slow rhythm of pushes and pulls, working his stiff shaft inside of the dragon. Beroan held still as the shaft traveled inside of him for a few thrusts until he was sure of the length of the motions.

His hips began to work in time with Ailmer's thrusts. He pulled back and pushed forward, making sure to grind back every time that Ailmer's shaft bottomed out inside of him. Soft huffs and pleasured rumbles were all that needed to be said. His hips began to move faster, starting to goad Ailmer on.

Wordlessly, they began to speed up. Ailmer's hips worked harder into his mount and his hand slowed his strokes with every buck. Soon, he was slamming into the dragon, his balls smacking against Beroan's hindquarters. His hand wrapped around the dragon's thick base, holding onto the hot rod that twitched and drooled into the open air.

Soon, his thrusts were tearing small gasps and moans out of the dragon. Beroan's clenches forced the same noises of pleasure out of his companion. Each time that Ailmer hit an especially sensitive spot inside of him, it forced him to moan and twitch. Ailmer's shaft sent similar shocks of pleasure through him every time his sensitive tip ground past softer spots inside of the dragon.

Beroan arched up after a particularly pleasurable thrust, turning back to look at Ailmer. He was panting and his tail wormed to curl around Ailmer's torso. Ailmer met his gaze, his fingers still clenching around the dragon's stiff cock in time with his thrusts. Beroan's eyes said everything they needed to, half-lidded with his muzzle open and his tongue hanging halfway out of the side. Ailmer felt the same way. He panted, his eyes dipping shut each time he bottomed out inside of the dragon.

The dragon's hips pushed back against Ailmer's own, gyrating up and down with each thrust. The dragon's whimpers began to get more intense and Ailmer could feel his body starting to tense further around his cock and against his palm. He could feel his peak coming, massaged out of him by the dragon's plush tunnel and the intense heat of the fire-breathing creature. His hand shifted as he let instinct take over his humping, focusing on driving his fingers along the dragon's cock.

Long strokes from the tip to the base made the drake's whole form tense up. He turned each of Beroan's gasps, coaxed out by his fingers slipping past the drake's pre-slick ridges, into one long groan of pleasure. Each time his fingers gripped tightly around the tip of the dragon's cock he felt the drake shiver underneath him. The warm tip bucked between his fingers with each of the dragon's thrusts as Beroan tried to breed his friend's palm. Each thrust back bred himself on Ailmer's shaft, making his instincts clash against each other in the form of a burning blush and a roar.

That was all the warning Ailmer had, both for the gout of fire that spilled over the trunk of the tree in front of them and the first blast of seed that shot over his hand. Tendrils of wood smoke twisted around them as a handful of burning leaves drifted down around them, their oranges and yellows complemented by the glowing ember edges eating into the tree. Heat surrounded Ailmer's shaft and Beroan's body clenched down hard around it. Coupled with the feeling of the dragon's thick rod flexing against his fingertips and the sticky heat of Beroan's seed splattering over his hand, it only took two more thrusts for Ailmer to reach his peak.

Each thrust drew another small burst of flame from the dragon's moaning muzzle before the noise quieted down to a happy rumble as Beroan felt the mage's seed pour out into him. Ailmer choked back his own moan past gritted teeth as his whole form tensed up and his shaft poured his orgasm into the drake. He wasn't as productive as the larger creature, but he gave him all he could. His shaft twitched inside the tight tunnel of the dragon as Beroan's body milked Ailmer's rod.

They quivered against each other as Ailmer pushed his hips in as hard as he could, keeping himself hilted in the dragon through every second of his peak. He was soon left twitching inside of the dragon, like the drake's stiff cock was twitching with his heartbeat against Ailmer's soaked palm. Ailmer's breaths came heavy and fast, but the dragon had already slowed down from his gulps of air to relaxed breaths and a loud, low purr.

His shaft was already deflating in Ailmer's palm, shrinking back to normal with each beat of his heart. Even still, Ailmer's fingers drifted across the length of the dragon's spent shaft, teasing little shivers of pleasure out of the purring dragon. Those little quivers transferred through the dragon and made Ailmer shiver himself as the motions made it to his sensitive, post-orgasm cock. Finally, Ailmer's breathing calmed and he let go of Beroan's half-hard dick, pulling back to slip out of the dragon.

The feeling of the cool air on his wet cock was a sudden and intense difference from the dragon's vent. Beroan's purr continued, even as his vent winked and he stretched forward, then back, like a cat. His shaft, though retreating towards his slit, drooled and dripped seed over the roots of the tree. Several long strands of seed splattered over the roots and the lower trunk of the tree told the story of their pleasure, though it would fade much before the scorch mark and the various semi-empty branches of the tree above them.

Chagrinned, Ailmer looked up and down the damage that they'd done. Beroan turned from the tree, swaying as he settled back into balance with a smirk plastered across his muzzle. "Oops." He rumbled in reply to Ailmer's thoughts.

Beroan stepped forward before Ailmer could answer to nuzzle into his messy hand. The drake's long tongue drifted out to lap over his fingers and palm, idly cleaning them as Beroan tasted himself. Ailmer relaxed, taking the time to enjoy the view of the dragon's tongue wrapping around and between his fingers. "Flames, dirty dragon. Between the scent and the poor tree, the others will know exactly what we got up to." Ailmer teased.

"Sure. 'S not like we don't know what Cymris is doing to poor Kerian. I'm sure the scratches he comes back with will tell the story just fine." Beroan rumbled.

Ailmer snorted, shaking his head as Beroan's muzzle retreated from his hand, now wet with saliva and, only debatably, cleaner. He reached down to pull his pants back up, kicking some dirt over the strands of seed splattered over the base of the tree. It did little to hide the white fluid, considering that it left suspect lines of soaked mud half a foot up the trunk of the tree. Ailmer shrugged, reaching down to gather his shirt from the ground and shake off a few singed leaves. "I suppose there's no real sense in being coy." He said.

The dragon had flopped onto his side, in the clearing, propping his head up on his forelimbs. He was watching Ailmer with an amused smirk on his face. "What are you afraid of, Ail?" Beroan asked.

He shrugged, looking back over at the dragon. Beroan was busy enjoying the afterglow, spread out on the ground like only a dragon or a scoop of jam in the sun could be. Alimer lost the battle to the afterglow, taking a few short steps over to the drake to sit down on the ground, letting his back rest against the dragon's warm belly. Beroan's tail curled back over his flank to lay over Ailmer's lap. The tip curled up to tap the ground every so often as Beroan closed his eyes. "A great many things." He answered.

Beroan rumbled and dipped his chin, his eyes left closed. "Then why worry about them? I'm sure Kerian bred the Stonepeak harder than you did me."

"Near water. I'll bet they'll have the decency to wash before they get back, either way." Ailmer said.

A low, staccato rumble echoed through the clearing as Beroan chuckled. "Wanna bet, Ail? I'll do anything you want next time we mate if they come back clean."

Ailmer narrowed his eyes at the dragon for a moment. "And if they come back dirty?"

"I'll trod your tail," Beroan answered.

A short exhale through his nose let Ailmer buy a bit of time. "Mn, damn drake. Kerian's shy enough, there's no way that he'd be that blatant."

"So it's a bet!" Beroan said.

Ailmer glanced over to see one eye open and the dragon grinning at him. He stuck his tongue out at Beroan before he let his head fall back. His arms crossed and he spent the next few minutes enjoying the warmth of the dragon behind him and the cool pinpricks over his front from the wind. Their breathing steadied and slowed and Ailmer caught himself drowsing.

He jumped against the dragon as the whoosh of another set of wings jarred him from his half-sleep. He blinked a few times as he looked up to see Cymris descending back into the clearing. She hit the ground with a thump, and Kerian scrambled off her back. His face was still flush with exertion, and Ailmer realized it probably wasn't from riding.

"Sorry, we uh, just realized we forgot the waterskins," Kerian mumbled.

Ailmer opened his mouth to reply, but he was distracted by Beroan sniffing the air. The green dragon's eyes opened lazily as he caught the scent on the air--even Ailmer could pick up on it after a moment. He turned to look up at Ailmer's expression and his muzzle split into a grin.