He just hunting in the wrong place :D
Commission for https://www.furaffinity.net/user/heatseekerdiin https://www.furaffinity.net/user/qtho

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I saw this YCH by ishiru and knew it BELONGED to my red lad. Just needed a draconic target buddy to take the other place so I can put it to good fitting use. Lucky for me, I was able to manipulate convince the lovely and adorable silver wizard qtho to partake. It was a wonderful turn out!

It is almost a mockery that those lesser, humanoid-fetishistic, cloud-dancing, lean-haunched silvers tend to live in the same regions as us. Along with the fact that they think they are our equals in strength, I happily take any chance I have to put those glistening mutts in their place. When I extended past my typical territory in my razing, I recognized all too quickly that foul petrichor scent well before they appeared to meet me in the skies. It had been far too long since I've engaged a proper metallic and my excitement left behind a blazing trail as we circled one another. Disappointingly though, the male did not attempt to gain altitude advantage, prepare offensive spells, prime his breath. Instead, he sought to parley, wanted no combat, none of my wondrous might and destruction to descend on the land of his domain. Pathetic . Roar your proclamation of "good" and challenge, sling magic and muscle, tussle and roll! Alas I would have to force his fang for such fun, but perhaps another amusement could be had here. This sad excuse for a wyrm reeks of parchment and binding leather; a scholar or wizard no doubt, he wants me to spare his land, and I refuse to degrade myself through pleasurable self-touch so I'm pent up as usual. A fine "diplomatic" offer came to mind. It is without doubt the silver had already taken in the majestic scent of my lust, our natural sense of smell paired with the gaze and glances spoke of that. When my grin grew and I asked "What will you do and sacrifice for my compliance?~" , and the scent of his own fluster filled my nostrils, I knew I had my answer AND a possibly recurring outlet to my more baser needs. "Land and prostrate~" I commanded, and he obeyed. For the silver to risk sacrificing the air while another still flew was foolish but encouraging, seeing the muscles of that back ripple and flex from above as he spread wings and lowered his face to the ground. Confident but cautious, I landed before him. The majority of dragon spells are verbal, and being grounded his somatic ability is already limited. I knew my goal. With such a lithe toned form, it was cute how easily I could envision him squirming and moaning as a ness would. Step after step I sauntered upon his front, slit spreading to reveal my girth and lust. I could see him tense up at the smell without even looking up. Finally I was over him, radiating heat from scale and throbbing flesh. "Now, service~"

The lack of a chromatic forked tongue did nothing to lessen its work and dexterity. Lapping and coiling, squeezing and milking, all while the maw hungrily suckles and the throat plates shift from the volume. I'd have thought of the triumph of "silencing" the caster if not for the swelling need. The ice wyrm's chilled saliva with paradoxical warm tongue and maw gave an almost soothing radiance to his length. Even moreso, as the silver audibly sucked the edges of his frills began flushing purple not too unlike the edges of a red. He was warming up, flustered, increasingly enthusiastic; he loved this~ Unsurprising, of course, before my visage and handling the need of the truest of dragons. That purple flush was familiar, I'll even say adorable, and drove my domination to bare. Claw pressing on his back I hungrily thrusted. The lustful squirms and throat-caught whimpers was all I imagined and it quickly drove me over. Few things are as satisfying as feeling the muscles clinch and knead as one swallows your seed, followed up by the wet clogged coughing of a cum coated throat upon pull out gasping for air. Looking down I marveled at my work and the sight of it all, and all it did was spur me on further. I could hear the silver's pounding heartbeat, I could feel the impressively flustered warmth in their scales, I could smell their own throbbing need beneath them pressed against the earth. Grabbing shut their muzzle and pulling up their tail, I gave their rear even rougher treatment. Oooh they fit me perfectly; the clinches and moans, the rolled eyes, the ripple of each pound traveling up their body. In the end leaving them a quivering mess smelling of claimed property. I didn't need to worry about their needs, my prowess is all one requires to be satisfied by proxy~ Of course, no mere parley can last forever, so I made sure to let them know I'll be back to "renegotiate" another time as I departed. I heard no objection, as it should be.