Chapter 6:

Faced with the inevitability of his impending erection, Istaryl began counting the thundering beats of his heart, his eyes wide as blackberries, his throat as tight as his grip around the smaller drake's back. He shouldn't have hugged him so tight, and yet, Istaryl didn't want to let go, for fear that the drake might notice it and wake up. Karyl always noticed the subtlest of things, and this guy's hide certainly matched the nuance of Istaryl's mate, further adding to his apprehension.

He had done it. He had gotten himself trapped between a rock and a hard place--or, to put it more accurately, between a slit and the stranger's arm, each offering him a choice. He could stay and risk having his erection slide into the blue-green drake's slit, or sneak out of his embrace and get out into the corridor of the first floor while sporting the mother of all erections.

Actually, this choice was no choice at all. He had to leave, to sneak out of the inn and put this terribly shameful episode behind him while he still had the chance.

But he couldn't. He froze in place, fettered by the onrush of emotions flooding his senses. Istaryl's cheeks practically sizzled. His blood boiled within his veins, turning his hide a few degrees hotter, enough to make his new friend moan in delight and hug Istaryl tighter, like a prized possession that he simply refused to relinquish. His claws pressed against Istaryl's hide, pricking its leathery surface, the pain barely noticeable over the rampant throbs rushing through his growing shaft.

If escaping the drake's clutch seemed like a silly option before, it now turned into an impossible one, what with this guy holding onto Istaryl for dear life, his ears flat over the back of his head, tongue lapping at Istaryl's neck idly.

It took great effort from Istaryl to remain still during such trying time of his life. He felt as if every twitch of a limb, every flick of his tail, every jerk of his body might awake the drake. However, if Istaryl remained still, maybe this storm would blow over. All he had to do was regulate his breath, stare at the window, and think anxiety-inducing thoughts that might kill off his erection. Something philosophical, deep, and foreboding ought to do it.

I'm a failure. I have no future. Both me and Karyl had a great chance at doing something worthy of our talents, but instead, we had forsaken everything in favor of hugging, licking, mounting each other day and night.

No, wait, wrong picture! That wasn't what he wanted to think about! He should have thought of anything but lewd thoughts, to dwell on the responsibilities he harbored, to ponder on the paths still available to him. He better started to dwell on them now before it was too late. After all, there was no time like the present.

An advice taken to heart by his swelling member. Right now, at this very moment, his erection cared not one bit for his musings. It continued to grow, and grow, and grow, coaxed by the drake's moist slit, fueled by Istaryl's wanton thoughts, ever drifting towards the promise of what two joined bodies could achieve together. Although he'd had a good tactic, his helplessly perverted mind turned against him, seeking the refuge of all the good times he and Karyl had shared, sweeping his troubles aside to invite over a myriad of lewd, vivid images for Istaryl's mind's eye to glance through.

If things seemed bad before, they now reached dreadful proportions. Istaryl's tapered shaft finally showed its tip, slipping out of its sanctuary, poking at the blue-green drake's slit, so tightly pressed against his. In the heat of the moment, Istaryl angled his hips to the side, allowing his cock to slip past the drake's dainty entrance instead of delving inside its depths. It was a smart move. One that actually--

Istaryl bit back a yelp as the drake made his move as well by shoving his crotch against Istaryl, mumbling something incoherent as he swayed his hips gently, forcing their genders to rub together. His crevice opened invitingly around Istaryl's smooth, fleshy baton, spreading hot slickness along it.

Spit stuck in the red drake's throat when the stranger's folds molded around his erection, the copious amounts of lubrication helping Istaryl slide halfway into the tight, fleshy tunnel. A spike of electrifying pleasure dispersed through him, rousing his instincts, allowing muscle memory to kick in.