Chapter 9:

Unable to keep it inside anymore, Istaryl released his pent-up moan of delight, the sound sharp, frighteningly loud. Much to his relief, the younger drake's rumbling growl muffled his passionate cry, lessening Istaryl's panic, allowing him to fully enjoy the slick rigidity of a slit.

Compared to Karyl, this drake was significantly tighter, his smaller size reflecting on his sex as well. And that was just the tip of the iceberg! As soon as Istaryl's tip brushed against the male's flaccid appendage, his muscles clamped around Istaryl's intruding member, slick warmth embracing him from all sides like nothing else ever did.

"Mrraaaaaaaah!" Istaryl rumbled gutturally. He remained lodged inside that shuddering, fleshy sanctuary, fully savoring the stimulating hold of a young, inexperienced slit. He wasn't the first to be inside such comfy depths. A virgin would have jolted onto their feet, roaring and squirming in panic, or maybe attempt to bite Istaryl's head off for taking what they didn't willingly give. He was, however, the second or third for this particular drake, his girth stretching his silken walls and poking at his soft member, drenched with their combined arousal.

That gave Istaryl ideas. No male as moist and ready as this one should have been left wanting. A male drake's slit had a sensitivity equal to that of a female, on top of their receptive member. It was no wonder that the Stillpine tribe devised numerous ways to take advantage of the features their bodies boasted, leading to scenarios where males happily mated each other as if they were opposite genders.

Gradually, carefully, Istaryl pulled back, his tight, smooth shaft stimulating the drake's shuddering walls on the way out, making him twitch and moan and squirm in Istaryl's embrace. Once he was almost out, Istaryl pushed himself back in, repeating the elaborate, back and forth thrusts several times, plunging just a bit deeper with every attempt. His aim was to get the male ready for the actual mating, to help his small, sensitive cock get accustomed to being squished to the side in order to make room for Istaryl's superior size.

By the looks and sounds of his blushing cheeks and cute moans, the smaller drake enjoyed himself even more than Istaryl did. This blue-green rogue waited for it, yearned for it, and when Istaryl finally fell for his cheap and obvious trick, he became more vocal than Karyl, all while still being asleep!

Although his mind was blissfully ignorant to it, his body most certainly reacted to the myriad of stimuli poking at the drake's senses. He curled one of his legs around Istaryl's right thigh. His tail coiled around Istaryl's butt, urging him to thrust with subtle tugs, and his other leg raised high into the air, giving Istaryl complete control over his body.

The red drake grinned at the sight. Of all the outcomes that he imagined, the ideal one slipped by him. What could have been better than a deep sleeper, pent-up with desire, so small and cute and alluring? If given enough time, Istaryl could have thought of a few things, but for the time being, he simply hugged the drake's leg and continued to push and pull out of that ridiculously wet slit, squelching sounds accompanying the soft pumping motions of his hips.

Soon enough, the moans, the growls, the thumping of the drake's tail became background details to Istaryl, unimportant, redundant. His focus channeled towards the fiery tendrils slinking through his shaft, reinforced by each methodical thrust. His attention poured into the strength and speed of his strokes, keeping every single one of them just right. Too deep, too fast, and the drake might wake up.

At least he didn't have to worry about the blue drake's erection. Some males had the innate instinct of remaining flaccid during penetration, a reaction developed with the purpose of fully savoring the overwhelming pleasure brought by having their fleshy insides and cock stimulated at the same time. The drake's moistening slit gave that away, but Istaryl couldn't have been certain until he actually tried it.

The several minutes he spent stretching his slumbering lover acted as solid proof that this drake was full of surprises. Istaryl felt at great ease in his embrace, as if he belonged here, the eerie sense of familiarity perplexing and arousing Istaryl in equal measure.

Rather than dwell on it, he gasped in delight, allowing his tongue to loll to the side and his eyes to close as he immersed himself in the simple yet satisfying pleasure of mating. He was getting close now, the constant poking and rubbing and sliding alongside the drake's cock working Istaryl up faster than he expected.

"Hey..."

Istaryl's body quaked. His eyes snapped open, jaw hanging ajar as he suddenly stared into the vermilion eyes of the sleepy drake, so deep and mesmerizing and widely opened.

Only, he wasn't sleeping anymore. He was awake.

He was awake!

HE AWOKE!

The shock stunned Istaryl. If it wasn't for the drake's strong, muscular tail pulling him in, he would have flopped onto his back for sure.

For a brief, tension filled moment, Istaryl remained utterly silent, looking sideways, frozen in shame. His heart skipped a beat, and his temples throbbed so hard he thought his head would explode from the pressure of his caged emotions.

And then, all of a sudden, the drake reached forward to plant a short, sudden lick on Istaryl's snout, trilling happily.

What? How? Why? Questions of all sorts popped into Istaryl's head, distancing him from his act of lovemaking, making him forget that, for better or worse, he was still inside this wonderful male.

The drake certainly knew that, his intentions heralded by his mischievous purr. With an abrupt tug of his tail, he shoved Istaryl against his body, forcing him to bury all the way in, curt moans exploding out of the mouths of the two drakes.