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Stolas knew the mountain well, having called it home for over a year now. But still, there were days when he'd find himself lost, wandering the trees and not recognizing anything around him. The landscape of the mountain had been alien to him at first, raised in Pentagram City, but he had quickly become accustomed to the strange landscapes and animals.
He wasn't scared, though. Even if he got lost enough he couldn't find his way back, he had someone who knew the mountain even better, who would always come to find him.
Today he had strayed further than usual, but he wasn't lost. He knew how to get home from this little patch of woods, although he did admit he might regret the long walk home.
It was beautiful at least, this little copse of trees with dappled sunlight shining through the leaves, kissing his feathers. The sun warmed them up, and for a moment he closed his eyes, soaking up a moment of relaxation. It was spring, but still cold, ice melting slowly away to allow for tender green leaves to begin their growth.
It was always cold up in the mountains, but his feathers had grown thicker since he'd moved here. He was downright fluffy now, a fact that his lover never let him live down.
Today he was picking mushrooms, happily humming to himself. These black capped ones grew all winter under the snow, but only revealed themselves as the winter retreated. These would make a delicious dinner, if only he could gather enough of them. It'd been a long winter, and he wanted something fresh.
A twig snapped somewhere behind him.
He whipped his head around, but saw nothing. Must have been a forest animal. No need for alarm. Lots of small animals called the mountain home, but none of them were a real risk.
Stolas stood, wiping the dirt from his knees. Then he heard it. A whooshing sound, almost like the sound of wings. Big wings.
He stumbled forward, startled, and nearly tripped on a branch.
“Hello?” he called out.
There were also all sorts of terrible beasts who lived on this mountain, and he had to be careful. His magic would face a formidable test against a lot of the creatures who lived up here.
No answer.
With growing trepidation, Stolas kept walking. Eventually he came to a clearing in the trees. If something was following him, this would be the perfect place to attack.
But this was the path he knew to get home.
He took a deep breath and told himself not to be silly. Yet his heart was pounding as he stepped out into the clearing.
For a moment, everything was fine.
He was just about to laugh at himself when something hit him from behind, sending him reeling.
Stolas found himself pinned to the ground, staring up at the gaping maw of a dragon, its huge teeth dripping with saliva.
“Lost, little owl?” it growled, one huge claw pinning him to the ground.
“Blitzy! You startled me,” Stolas admonished, relief flooding him. “And no, I wasn't. I know exactly how to get to the cave from here, thank you very much.”
The dragon above him grinned.
“So maybe I missed you while you were out,” Blitzø rumbled, his tongue peeking out of his mouth, a glimpse of his teeth making Stolas’ heart beat a little harder. “I got so fucking bored without you.”
“While that is sweet, have you considered just telling me when you're around instead of watching me?” Stolas asked, laughing as he relaxed and stood. He cupped Blitzø's face tenderly, staring up at his dragon in amusement.
“Can't let my prey know where I am,” Blitzø said. He nipped at Stolas' shirt, one of his smaller teeth knocking the fabric and ripping a hole into it. Stolas tilted backwards and fell back to the ground, pouting up at Blitzø.
So that was how it was going to be. Well, Stolas wasn't one to turn down a fun bit of roleplay. Even if he was running low on wearable clothing due to Blitzø's penchant for biting.
“Oh, oh my. It appears I've been caught by a naughty dragon,” Stolas cooed. “Are you going to eat me?”
Blitzø huffed a laugh, the gust of his warm breath ruffling Stolas' feathers. “Bitch, I might.”
Stolas laughed, his hand coming up to cover his beak. Blitzø's snout was on him in an instant, shoving his hand away from his mouth.
“None of that, Birdie. I want to hear you,” he said, his voice rumbling through Stolas' body, the vibration spreading syrupy warmth through him.
“Oh? Are you going to make me scream, big strong dragon?” Stolas asked, giving Blitzø his best bedroom eyes.
Blitzø didn't answer. Instead he placed one huge claw around his body and lifted him like he weighed nothing. Which to the dragon, was probably true.
“I'm taking you home. Then we'll see about making you scream,” Blitzø said, and with a few flaps of his huge wings they were in the air.
Stolas chirped happily. He always felt so small with Blitzø. So vulnerable. It made him feel warm inside, in more ways than one. Because as lovely as it was to feel so protected, it was also blazingly hot to be at Blitzø's mercy.
Stolas watched his dragon rather than the beautiful scenery they flew past. Blitzø was more beautiful than any gorgeous flora or fauna on the mountain, with his muscles working as he flapped his wings and the fiercely determined look on his face as he flew them home.
Home. So strange to think of the cave as home when he'd spent his life in a plush palace. But the palace had always felt cold to him. Empty and full of bad memories.
And while the mountain tended to be quite chilly, the cave he shared with Blitzø was anything but cold. Physically it was quite warm, because Blitzø gave off heat like nothing else, but it was also a place of laughter and joy. The place where they'd grown to be friends, and then more.
They arrived at the cave, that once dreaded yawning mouth carved out into the solid rock of the mountain. Not dreaded today though. Today it meant they were going to, as Blitzø might so eloquently put it, go to bone town.
Blitzø placed Stolas down gently, his hungry gaze raking down Stolas' body.
“Oh, great and terrible dragon, are you going to eat me?” Stolas asked, a tinge of laughter in his voice.
“Getting ahead of yourself there little owl,” Blitzø responded. “I like to play with my food first.” He winked, and Stolas felt his stomach swoop.
With one claw, Blitzø tore Stolas' clothing from neck to crotch, the razor sharp tip scratching oh so lightly against his skin beneath his feathers.
“Ah,” he breathed. “I think I see what kind of dragon you are.”
“And what kind is that?” Blitzø asked.
Stolas looked down his body, eyes catching on where the heads of Blitzø's two dicks were poking out of their sheath. “A dastardly horny beast,” Stolas said, reaching up to run his hand down Blitzø's huge chest.
Blitzø huffed a laugh through his nose, sending steam spiraling into the air. Then he leaned forward and licked a line up Stolas' chest, ruffling his feathers and making Stolas squawk.
“You taste good,” Blitzø rumbled. He reached a claw up and hooked it neatly into Stolas' waistband, before he tugged and effortlessly tore through Stolas' pants. A moment later, he pressed the back of his claw against Stolas' already wet cloaca.
Stolas gasped, squirming under the touch. It felt so good, made him feel so hot and so horny it was ridiculous.
“Grind off on my claw,” Blitzø demanded. “Make yourself feel good.”
Stolas didn't need to be told twice. He wrapped his legs around Blitzø's claw and ground down.
Soon enough he was practically humping Blitzø's hand, moaning as he chased his pleasure.
Blitzø was pressing down against him, and they moved in tandem as Stolas got wetter and wetter against Blitzø's claw.
Stolas loved this. Loved the movement of their bodies together, the way Blitzø became more and more unbridled as they got closer and closer to the edge.
He'd gotten off with Blitzø in a hundred different ways, grinding on his scales, being fucked by a blunted claw, Blitzø's tail inching it's way inside Stolas' body, and even the tip of one of his dicks pressing into his cloaca.
But Stolas had to admit, one of his absolute favourite ways that Blitzø fucked him was on his tongue.
“Please, Blitzø. Give me your tongue. I need it,” he begged.
Blitzø hummed, and raised his hand, freeing Stolas for a moment and leaving him bereft. Then he flipped Stolas onto his stomach, and immediately stuck his tongue out, licking between his legs in long strokes. Each lick over his cloaca made him squirm, until he was feeling desperate for more.
“Please. I need it inside,” Stolas whined. Blitzø might have kept teasing him, so he decided to give him more encouragement to get on with it. “Get me ready for you.”
That worked, as the tip of Blitzø's tongue pressed into his cloaca only a moment later. Stolas smiled smugly. He always knew how to get his Blitzø going.
His tongue was enormous, and Stolas shivered as it got thicker the deeper Blitzø pressed it into his body. He was making breathy little sounds now, trying to keep himself together. But as Blitzø's tongue played with him, he couldn't stop himself from coming.
Blitzø pulled his tongue back, giving him a few more licks just to prolong his orgasm.
“Good boy,” Blitzø praised him. “You think you can take me?”
The praise went straight to Stolas' cloaca, which gave an agonized throb, empty and desperate to be filled.
“Please,” Stolas begged. He turned his head, catching sight of both of Blitzø's cocks, now free from his sheath. They were huge, beautiful and tapered at the front, growing larger and covered in spikes the further back they went. Stolas desperately wanted those spikes inside of him, but he'd never been able to take Blitzø that deep before.
“Yeah. Let me fuck you, my pretty owl,” Blitzø said. He moved then, settling his huge body over Stolas so that he could line himself up. Stolas could barely take one of his cocks, let alone both, so he grabbed the top one and guided it to his cloaca.
The tip of Blitzø's huge cock pressed at his entrance, stretching him open in the most delicious way. Stolas felt himself shaking, and he fisted his hands against the ground, arching back into the feeling of Blitzø pressing inside. It was overwhelming, almost too much, but he wanted. Wanted more, deeper. Wanted to take as much as he physically could for Blitzø.
“Oh! Oh oh oh,” he gasped, as Blitzø pushed forward even further, burying more of his cock into Stolas' willing body. “Fuck. Blitzø!”
His other cock slid under Stolas' body, pressing against his belly where the cock inside of him had made a bump. It rubbed back and forth as Blitzø thrust, nestled in his soft feathers.
Satan, he wanted both cocks inside of him. Wanted to be able to take Blitzø all the way down to his spikes. Fuck, it would probably kill him, but he wanted it so desperately it made him woosy with it.
Blitzø pulled back, then rocked forward again, slow and careful. Stolas whined, his cloaca aching in the best way as Blitzø set up a rhythm, fucking him harder and harder with each pass, while still being so exquisitely careful with him.
He felt so precious. So cared for and loved.
He also felt like a whore begging for more cock, gasping and moaning unabashedly.
“Wish I could take you all the way,” he groaned, “get both cocks inside of me. Let you stuff me even fuller.”
Blitzø grunted, his hips moving quicker now. “Couldn't get any tighter, Stols,” he growled. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
“I'm yours,” Stolas cried out as Blitzø pressed just a little bit further inside. “Oh, Blitzø. Blitzø please. Come for me, I'm so close.”
“You first, pretty bird,” Blitzø demanded. “Let me feel you clench around me.”
Stolas was panting now, so close to another orgasm that he knew it wouldn't take much to tip him over the edge. He clenched his legs, so that Blitzø's second cock was held tight between his thighs, the head of it rubbing against his stomach.
“Come on, Birdie. Let me fill you up,” Blitzø said, and Stolas lost it, his cloaca throbbing as he came and came, his whole body shaking. He shouted, the sound loud and echoing in the cave.
“Fuck,” Blitzø said, and Stolas made a wrecked sound as he felt the first hot spurt of cum fill him up. Blitzø pulled out, both cocks spilling, one over Stolas' back, the other on his stomach.
“Mmm, Blitzy,” Stolas sighed, feeling all worn out and contented. Cum was dripping from his cloaca, and he shivered when Blitzø moved back to lap at the mess he'd made of Stolas' hole.
He felt so open, having taken more of Blitzø than he usually did. The touch of Blitzø's tongue sent shivers and sparks of pleasure dancing through him. The sweet overstimulation made him whimper and whine as Blitzø licked at his cloaca.
“So good,” Blitzø said, his voice so deep that it shook Stolas' hollow bones. “Can you go again for me?”
Stolas didn't answer. He didn't think he could speak. Instead he pressed his hips back, letting Blitzø lick him until he cried out, coming again.
“There we go,” Blitzø laughed. “That's a meal fit for a dragon.”
“Oh, you wicked thing,” Stolas sighed out, letting himself collapse bonelessly.
Blitzø nosed at him, clearly pleased with himself. Stolas groaned, waving a hand at him. Blitzø laughed, his hot breath fluffing up the feathers that weren't wet with cum. He groaned again when Blitzø's nuzzling turned into gentle licking.
“Blitzø, darling, you know very well that I need a bath in the tub, not a tongue bath that will lead to yet another round.” The ‘tub’ was a hot spring that wasn't too far from the cave. Stolas thanked his lucky stars daily that it existed, or else he would have had to give up baths all together. Washing in a cold stream just wasn't the same.
“I got you messy, shouldn't I clean you up?” Blitzø asked, grinning at him with his huge sharp teeth on display.
If you had asked Stolas a year ago where he thought he'd be right now, the answer would be dead. He'd only taken the mission to slay the dragon because he had no other choice. Even when Blitzø had refused to harm him, he'd begged to fight him. He’d have let him eat him, keep him as a prisoner, anything to end his suffering.
But now? Now he was so beyond glad that he had lived.
Blitzø allowed him free, and even flew him to the hot spring. Stolas sighed as he sunk into the water, any aches and pains of the day melting away in the heat.
“Here,” Blitzø said, blowing steam from his nostrils onto the towel Stolas had brought. The poor thing was getting raggedy, he'd have to stop by the town at the foot of the mountain again soon to grab another.
Towel sufficiently warmed, Stolas climbed from the bath, wrapping himself up tightly. “Thank you, darling,” he said. “You take such exquisite care of me.”
Blitzø blushed, even the white scarring on his face turning pink. “Yeah, well can't have my bird freezing to death,” he said, looking away.
Stolas' stomach swooped. Oh, how he loved this strange creature he had once been bound to kill.
Back at the cave they curled up together on the pile of soft furs that Blitzø had arranged for them, from his many meals. It was sweet that he'd skinned them for Stolas before devouring them. It made him feel so special.
Stolas cuddled up between Blitzø's arm and his body, feeling warm and content. He looked around the cave, remembering how strange it had been when he'd first stepped inside. It was warm, filled with furs and natural objects. Stolas had added some rough furniture since he'd moved in, but it was a far cry from the dragons of legends with caves of glittering gold and gems.
“Blitzy?” He said, receiving a low grunt in return from the half asleep dragon. “Why don't you hoard gold? I thought dragons were meant to have caves full of treasure.”
Blitzø cracked one eye open, looking down at Stolas in amusement. “What the fuck would I need gold for?” He asked. “Besides. I already have you. That's all the treasure I need.”
Blitzø closed his eyes again, and was snoring before Stolas could even react. His heart felt so full, and as he snuggled against his dragon lover, he fell asleep with warmth in his heart and a smile on his face.
The end.