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***Story Description***

In this short story, Kavics, a breeder of feral creatures, travels to a nearby town to make profit off the seed of his last two remaining males, a wingless dragon and a soft-hearted tiger. Obsessed with the earning of coin, Kavics gets his eyes opened during a confrontation with his dragon. Can he accept the warm, surprising truth that his ferals might not be the instinct-driven beasts of burden he initially believed?

Read and find out...

***Reckless Lusts, Unspent Passions (Commission written for DRLa***

The soft ground squelched under his paws, forcing the jaguar to fling away mud with every brisk stride. Kavics was a male. The only one walking on two legs. Ahead of him, he could see Hazkar's scaly tail swish from side to side in a failed attempt to keep the ferns from slapping his master's face. The dragon had good intentions, yet right now, Kavics preferred him to keep a quick foot.

He would have commanded the dragon to do so, if Naruff could keep the water off his fur as easily as the dragon's hide. The large Bengal tiger stopped every now and again to shake the water off his black striped coat, growling at the clouds that kept pouring their tears in an endless stream of pitter-pattering rain in a heavy downpour that started shortly after the trio ventured away from the beaten path.

"Shouldn't be that long now," Kavics grumbled under his breath as he pulled out a parchment with a few prominent black dots on it. The rains have already bloated the landmarks three times their normal size, and Kavics barely had time to see the dotted paths scribbled onto the patch. He quickly stashed the map back in his drenched pants, probably a half-measure that would lead him to the same result. After all, with green everywhere and no way to look at the position of the sun, the only way of getting out of the jungle started to become as thin and diluted as his hopes of finding relief from the unstoppable rains.

He kept going. They all did. Hazkar led the way through the thick vegetation until fatigue claimed his limbs. Then it was Kavics's turn. The jaguar slashed his way through vines and ferns with a steel sword that made his arm weary in less than an hour.

"Naruff," he rubbed his soaked pads over the tiger's warm head. The large quadruped offered him a friendly rub in turn before he took the lead, offering Kavics a teasingly good view of the animal's gender: Two heavy spheres leaden with seed, and below, a sheathed member drenched by the rain.

Naruff was one of the few unlucky males that bred far less than his wild counterparts, for Kavics was a breeder of exotic species, and his foremost goal was to ensure strong, healthy offspring sprouted from the seed of his animals. He strongly believed that yearning made the of a male stronger, and, as a result, Kavics had been keeping all of his males in a perpetual state of arousal, covering their privates with barbed, leather crotchpads at night. Every time his watchful eyes were not there, the soft tips of the cold metal would connect with the growing erection. And if that was not enough, the leather itself blocked any lustful tongue upon sensitive cock. Semen was precious. Perhaps the most valuable trade of all in a small village of beast breeders.

And Kavics was the best at it.

I'm sorry, the jaguar gritted his jaws upon seeing the steadfast form of his tiger wobble every few steps. Exhaustion took its toll on all of them, yet Naruff still pushed forth, driven by the determination to please a master that might've been seen as a tyrant, profiting off the loneliness of his mounts. For that reason alone, Kavics refused to clamber into the same bed with a female, and, at night, when his testicles ached with the burning desire to fill his cock with life, the jaguar encased his barbed cock in equally barbed leathers so that every throb filled him with cold discomfort rather than the pleasant heat of sexual relief. He was not beneath his mounts, nor above them. Just a victim to a business that kept on growing for years.

Kavics reflected upon this quest of his when his feet too started to become unsteady. The jungle was not a home to him anymore. It was a tangled web of vines that tricked his eyes. Vile roots that tripped his feet. And mud that tested the balance of his aching toes.

"We need...we need to..." his mouth yearned to liberate itself of that burdening word crawling from the back of his mind. Retreat. Go back. Find whatever comfort you can in the embrace of your mounts before the city robs them of every drop of life they hold in their bodies.

Then, he saw it. An amalgamation of fused stones rising from the mud in defiance to the very laws of nature.

"There. There!" Kavics waved the tiger to investigate the strange abode. Naruff fell at his side instead, begging forgiveness for his weakness with a few raspy licks over the jaguar's clenching fist. "Matters not. Hazkar?"

The dragon perked his head up. Though tired, his eyes gleamed with hope once purpose has been given. He entered the strange cave and came out in less than a minute, bounding back to his master with an enthusiastic growl.

"Empty? Oh, bless the sun." Kavics brushed off the rain off Hazkar's black hide. "Thank you, dragon. After we catch our bearing, you shall be the first to feast on whatever meal we can find in this weeping jungle. But first, we shall rest. Oh yes, it's time to rest." He resumed walking, petting his mount all the way to the mouth of the artificial cave. It was about the size of a large hut, woven between the trees like the warty body of a decapitated snake.

"Let me," Kavics pushed past the dragon's curious head to enter the cave, digging a light crystal from his small leather pouch. The air around the entrance was a bit musty thanks to the humidity of the forest. Sludge covered the walls, and moss grew like a soggy blanket over the cold stone. The deeper they went though, the drier and cooler the air became. Kavics sighed with relief a couple of times. Naruff too seemed most grateful, chuffing as he flicked his tail over his back. The comfort of dry stone upon wet, muddy pats was pleasing enough on its own after an eternity of slogging through mud.

Kavics tried to maintain his focus. His crystal illuminated not just the walls, but frayed shirts, bits of rope, splintered baskets and empty vials; vestiges left by the many travelers that found shelter within the bowels of this cave.

"Doubt we'll find anything edible in here," he said to Hazkar when they got at a small crossroad. The dragon peeked his snout into one of the side corridors, sniffing intently. "You've been here before. If there was a secret stash of meat, you'd have found it by now."

Hazkar's head dipped with a soft growl. Kavics planned to see him fed soon. First though, they had to settle in.

And the spacious room at the rear of the main corridor seemed the perfect place for that. Light crystals stuck between the crevices of the walls cast a dull, golden hue over the three rough beds made from dust-choked animal furs. One side was occupied by a wooden table with two small stone stools. Many alchemical tools were spread around, broken beyond repair. Kavics walked over to the other side and opened an iron-bound chest filled with belts, ropes, cheap garments and tools.

"They left us the basics. Nothing more." Kavics then smiled. "Though this should be good enough to get the water out of your fur." Beneath the pile hid quite a large linen blanket that the jaguar carefully pulled out. His able hands folded it several times into a sturdy round shape that could fit into a single hand.

"So, who wants to be the first to..."

Words dried out in the jaguar's half-parted maw. He expected his males to explore the cave. Maybe get settled on a favorite pair of furs.

But what they were doing now exceeded the beast handler's expectations. Naruff relaxed on his back, his legs jolting every now and again with the pleasure of being groomed by a larger tongue. Hazkar already finished most of the tiger's back, if the spiky clumps of fur were any indication, and now started his exploration of the feline's underside with the tiger's fluffy neck, a tender, fragile spot no predator would willingly expose to a pair of fangs.

Naruff did exactly just that. He gave himself fully to the dragon towering above him, playfully pawing at the drake's black snout whenever it nuzzled or outright buried into his fur for a pleasant rub.

"Guess that's one way to do it," Kavics placed the cloth back in the chest. He sat on it to watch the two males finish their grooming ritual with a small measure of envy. It has been so, so long since he got similar treatment from a female. Naruff wasn't even in his possession when he bid farewell to the best of them all. Zharya, a cougar from the Dry Canyon of the west, mellow like the sun on a day of spring, respected him, saw him fed, and even loved him. Everything about her was soft, especially her feet.

The jaguar blushed when he thought of all the things he did with those paws. He focused his eyes back on the tiger, observing how gently his forepaws slid over Hazkar's scaled neck. The dragon sought one of those paws. He first took the scents trapped between the furred toes, then gave those pads a long, suave lick, brushing the remaining mud away to reveal the mottled surface of the tiger's paws.

Naruff spread his fingers to allow the dragon's sinewy tongue access between them. One by one, they fell prey to Hazkar's wet tongue, and once the dragon was done, he moved to the other paw, treating it with the same patience before turning upon the white belly slashed with faded stripes. His tongue danced over the fur in the same suave motions, then passed over the small protrusion that tensed hard under its touch.

The tiger's gentle moan passed by Kavics's unperturbed ears. The jaguar caressed his spotted tail, lost in the days of his past, too distracted by concerns to bear mind to Hazkar's loose tongue. The dragon snarled briefly from the potent scents he acquired from the wet tip of his feline partner's member, then continued his journey down Naruff's spheres, left soaked and warm by his touch. Once he reached the back end of the tiger's body, the dragon paused for a moment, as if wondering whether that last place was worth grooming or not.

His decision felt just as warm as the purring growl that washed through the cave. His tongue fell upon that certain part of a feline's body that was not used to penetration. Naruff himself was not accustomed to even be sniffed there, least of all licked. His anus clenched fast and hard, consumed by eagerness to trap that beautiful source of warmth within its taut halls. And with each clench of his muscles, his member grew, until it stood just as red and wet as a ripe strawberry ready to be devoured.

Hazkar picked up the scents of the tiger's arousal with a quick flick of his tongue. It was impossible to avoid them, with his nostrils often meeting the wet scrotum he licked, bringing him inches away from the most sensitive part of a male tiger's body. First came the humming, a deep, rockier purr than what Naruff's purring throat produced. Yet Hazkar still continued with his grooming duties. He draped his tongue over the tiger's pink pucker, covering it in so much slime that he could easily poke his slim tip through.

Yet that was not what Hazkar had in mind. Naruff had already been brought to the brink, thrusting eagerly for a wet hole that his tapered cock could not find. His musk was at an all time-high, practically soaking his privates.

Hazkar snarled, raking at the ground with his claws. He knew his duties. He had been trained to resist temptation.

Yet for a dragon that had not bred in weeks, even the smell of another male's desperation felt as sweet as a pussy ready to be claimed.

The dragon licked over the tiger's erection once. Naruff's barbs tensed up like a hedgehog's spines under the heated caress...

Then a yowl filled the cave, louder than any growl Naruff unleashed before.

The jaguar sprang on his feet, his wide, scared eyes moving to the corridor to check for danger. There was nothing. No one.

And when the yowl rang again in his ears, Kavics realized that the only one who came was his tiger, writhing on the ground, thrusting with maniacal glee into the first warm thing he felt in ages.

Spilling the precious cum Kavics cultivated through weeks of forced abstinence.

"Noooo!" The sight of the tiger's clenching balls filled Kavics with hot, burning rage. His bounded over to the suckling dragon. His hands wrapped around Hazkar's scaly neck, and he pulled long and hard, a vain, useless attempt that only rewarded his claw sheaths with the sting of seething pain.

Kavics fell on the ground, feeling as flaccid and weak as the tiger's spent cock.

"Why?" he asked the dragon as Hazkar swiped his wet tongue over his satisfied snout. The taste of the tiger's seed wrinkled his lips. Kept him snarling for what seemed an eternity. Hazkar too experienced his own sort of bliss. One that the dragon was not ashamed to display before the eyes of the tiger he drained, or the master that sulked with his head in his palms.

"Leave." Kavics growled at the snout that prodded around for an opening within the prison of fingers that kept his muzzle sealed. "I said leave!" Kavics barked, lashing with a hand, then with the other. The slaps hurt his delicate pads more than he hurt the dragon, yet he had to make a point. He couldn't bear to see the last of his mounts unsheathed from a vent soaked with lust, watering the stone like the clouds soaked the jungle. The smell of the dragon's pheromone-laden precum was enticing enough to even test Kavics's cock, hateful as he was now.

And giving in to his basic instincts was the least thing he wanted right now.

"Hazkar...seek out another chamber. Go there, walk around, rest or whatever brings you peace, but please...do not lick yourself. I need you to remain whole. Please...I need you to remain pure, or those pampered nobles won't pay us a single coin."

Kavics had no idea whether it was pity, kindness, or duty that led the dragon away. He only knew that, once he opened his eyes to the dim light of the faded crystals, Hazkar was gone, and the only mount he had left -his dear, courageous, obedient Naruff- was busy consuming the fluids left on the ground by the dragon's virile cock.

"Please...not you too..."

The tiger looked into his eyes for a few seconds, then resumed the unpleasant activity, filling his master's ears with the sound of raspy tongue dragging upon cold, slimy stone.

Kavics left. He just wandered through the corridors of this dark, dry place, lost and confused. Was this what his life's work summed up to? All those years he spent alone in his bed, dreaming of the perfect life he would have one day? All the sacrifices he made to buy a bigger house, better mounts, to have all it took to raise a family of his own...

It couldn't all lead to this one moment. No. He would now allow it!

Bristling rage washed through his form. With long, determined strides, Kavics walked over to the curled form of his dragon. A single, rage infused kick was enough to send the drake rolling onto his back.

Hazkar winced at the towering form of his master. He didn't even hiss, or growl. He just stared at his master, scared and exposed.

"Where is it?" Kavics pried the dragon's jaws open. "You licked yourself, haven't you?" he inserted a hand inside the wet maw to push the dragon's tongue in all directions, searching for traces of seed.

"Swallowed every drop behind my back, eh? Think you can outsmart me? You're a beast, same as that cursed cat you've just fed on. Pah!" Kavics shoved the dragon's head against the hard stone when he saw no signs of semen. "You're nothing but a bad investment. Years of my life, and for what? For- for this?" He pointed over at the dragon's bouncing erection.

Hazkar turned his head away. The fiend was ashamed of his own lusts. He thought he could run from this too, did he? His intentions were as visible as his cock, that hard, vein beribboned lump of meat that set this whole rotten thing in motion.

Kavics dropped on the ground, flexed his fingers, then grabbed the dragon's wet member between both hands, ready to pluck the vile weed straight from its roots.

"This what you want?" he began kneading the rock hard flesh, much to Hazkar's hissing delight. "Go on. Spill yourself away." Kavics climbed towards the soft barbed tip. As soon as he encased Hazkar's head within his fist, the dragon moaned like a kitten, thrusting his rock-hard meat hard into the jaguar's squeezing fist. Rivulets of clear fluid spat against his hand, pouring onto the ground below.

But Hazkar still needed that extra kick to fully go over the edge.

"Let's see what you're hiding beneath these scales shall we?" Kavics plunged his fingers into the dragon's soft vent to grab around the deflated knot that hid inside the hot, clenching muscles.

"I know every scale on your body. Every weakness." Kavics began to squeeze around the knot with rhythmic throbs. "So go on already. Cum. Pour out all the pain we've been through, you wretched beast. CUM!"

Hazkar yowled in pleasure when the jaguar's hand coaxed his knot out of hiding. A hard kick sent Kavics onto his back. Hazkar immediately bit into his foreleg, his yowl of passion turning into one of pain. Crimson blood trickled down on the ground, while inches away from the red goo, his member spat line after line of cloudy fluids.

It wasn't cum. Couldn't be. Too thin. It was far too thin. Kavics swiped his hand over the wet fluid, tasted its sweetness upon his tongue, and snarled from the warm glow that rushed through his entire body. He could taste the very essence of Hazkar's loneliness.

Stinging regret burned within the dragon's eyes. His jaw dripped with own warm blood. In his desperation, the dragon sought the only way he could to prevent his seed from bursting forth.

"Forgive me, Hazkar." Kavics unleashed a long, mighty sigh. "I...I don't know what I'm doing anymore. This lust for money...it's led us all down a slope I cannot climb back on my own. Gods... all these years. So much time, wasted. Was there ever something I've done right?"

Hazkar's warm breath washed over his face. Kavics paused his monologue to give his dragon the tightest, warmest hug of his life. He even offered to fulfill the role of a mate for Hazkar, yet the dragon pulled away from the hug, still leaving Kavics with a long lick over his muzzle to show that he still cared, just not in the way his master expected.

"I understand. Go. I'll...I'll be right behind you." The jaguar whispered. He trailed behind the dragon slowly, his pants uncomfortably tight against the sensitive tip of his protruding erection. Kavics felt most uncomfortable with all that wild lust coursing through his body, and, as much as he tried avoiding the erection that throbbed beneath the dragon's legs, painting the ground with drops of concentrated desire, the jaguar found himself exposed. Weak before the burning needs of his own body.

He sat on top of the wooden chest again, watching his two mounts engage in one of the most honest, warmest displays of affection he had witnessed in a very long time. Mating was usually a short affair for a male. Sniff the entrance of the female's passage a few times, taste her if necessary, jump on top of her, then fill her up with fertile, blistering seed.

But Hazkar was not like that. He made sure his tiger companion was fully comfortable for what was about to happen.

And Naruff enjoyed every wet lick over his head, every nuzzle along his luxurious striped coat, and every bit of attention he received underneath the tail, for the tiger mewled with desire, often exposing his own fully erect cock for another chance to taste the dragon's soaked tongue.

Hazkar only gave him a few sniffs down there and proceeded to lubricate the tiger's entrance with short, hungry licks. It became clear to Kavics that the dragon wanted his partner hard for the ride. Unspent. Like a virgin female that yearned for the touch of cum.

Naruff almost shivered with expectation once the dragon's scales rubbed along his back. He had his neck licked fondly, then his head. Hazkar had the intention to give him a few loving kisses around his muzzle, only, a lustful surge of his hips sent the squirting tip of his tapered member inside the tiger's lubricated pucker. His member slid far too easily within the feline's nest of flesh, filling him up slowly and steadily. Naruff growled curtly, then pressed himself further back to accept more of his mate's cock inside him. For Hazkar, a dragon that dreamed for the wet insides of a partner for weeks, being inside anything warm and tight was an overpowering experience. A feast that set his dormant senses ablaze with lust. He started thrusting, hard and fast, snapping at the air as sheer lust made his body tremble with the raw need to breed.

Kavics crossed his legs, throbbing in rhythm with the dragon's weak, jerking thrusts. An experienced breeder like him knew that Hazkar only had a few seconds to fully penetrate his partner before his knot became too big to fit inside his mate. Naruff was smaller than a female. Tighter. And from the way the tiger's cock jerked up, Kavics could only assume that his clenching anus was the main culprit behind the dragon's shuddering moans.

Push it in. Come on boy, you can do it, the jaguar leaned forward as if to get a better view of the noisy males. Rivulet of pre-seed spat by the dragon's cock poured from the tiger's anus to wash down his balls and coat his own smaller feline memebr with the dragon's heated juices.

"Tie with him, boy! Fuck him like a female yearning for your eggs!"

Kavics had not realized he said that out loud until the two males looked straight into his big, lustful eyes.

"Oh, I...I haven't said anything..."

Hazkar growled curtly at the jaguar, then, with a sharp, sudden thrust, the dragon pushed the entire frame of his sensitive, pent-up, bursting cock inside his partner.

The cave reverberated with the might of their roars. Kavics paid it no mind. Not when he focused solely on the sight of the tiger's tailhole stretching to accept that knot in. His curling lips trembled with utter pleasure. And the way his little cock jolted with the orgasmic spasms of ejaculation was just too much for the jaguar to handle. Kavics ran over to his mounts to touch their hot bodies while they shared this moment of bristling pleasure together.

"How is it, to feel another male grow inside you?" He pet and kissed the tiger's panting head. "And you, Hazkar," he moved his hands to cup the dragon's snout between them. "How good must it, feel to unload every bit of your burden inside a mate of your own choosing after such a long time."

The dragon moaned softly. His unfocused eyes stared distantly ahead, consumed by the pleasure that produced the copious splatters behind them.

Thick spillage of fluid that quickly attracted Kavics's attention. The jaguar crouched to see Naruff's cock twitch with the obvious desperation to fill something of its own while his firm spheres dribbled with the dragon's viscous semen. He needed relief. Begged for it.

Kavics wet his fingers with seed, then cupped the tiger's erection between his silky hand pads, gasping as the tiger started to wash away the milky cream with his own thinner, translucent produce not even a second after he touched it.

"That's it..." Kavics crooned as he fondled the spiny cone between his cupping fingers. "Give it all to me, boy. Give me all you have in those beautiful balls of yours."

Naruff came hard and fast, just like the dragon on top of him. His balls looked so full. So...wet. Lured by the desire to sample more of this gooey treat, Kavics suckled onto his tiger's penis to drain the least bits of his salty seed, then licked his way across the feline's balls, getting his muzzle plastered by the rivers of cream that fell from above.

The jaguar moved his muzzle straight to the source, opened his maw, then swallowed.

"Mrraaaaahhh!" The enraptured jaguar threw his head back after a single gulp of Hazkar's fertile cream. It tasted so...sweet. Better than he could've imagined from that tart, slightly revolting smell. Kavics licked the dew from Hazkar's vent and continued to kiss his way around the gooey union of dragon cock and stretched feline ass. With his tongue, he could feel the healthy throbs that sent fertile bursts of seed inside Naruff. The tiger clenched his tailhole repeatedly, eager for the dragon to spill his last, as if he was a female desperate to be bred.

Time became a blur for the lust-stricken jaguar who stroke and comforted his mounts throughout their entire breeding session. Only after Hazkar plopped his spent cock out of Naruff twenty minutes or so later, did Kavics realize how wet his pants truly were.

"Leave it," he gently pushed the dragon's curious snout back. "I can take care of my own needs."

Hazkar dropped on his side a short distance away to lap happily at his deflating erection. Kavics was most aroused by Hazkar's eagerness to ingest his own fertile seed.

"There, boy," he kept Naruff in the same place. "Hold on a second. There is something I need to do here." Kavics slowly lifted the tiger's tail to expose the male's stretched, gushing anus. "I'm only going to clean you a bit down here. Us felines have to remain clean." The beast handler purred as took a long, shuddering breath laden with the wild scents hiding within the depths of the tiger's anus.

"Rrrrr, very...very clean."

With his eyes closed, the jaguar draped his barbed tongue over the soaked ring of flesh, immediately forcing the tiger to clench his muscles and squirt rivulets of cum upon his eager tongue. Kavics pushed his tongue in, deeper and deeper. He was squeezed by the tiger harder than any female ever held him before, and he quickly found himself kissing Naruff's anus just as passionately as he would a mate. So wet...so warm...

Why not...breed him?

The jaguar savagely pushed his pants down, aligning his soaked member with the same hole he licked moments ago. Was this what he really wanted? To sink his own cock inside his mount? To fill Naruff with his own brand of jaguar seed?

Kavics plunged himself balls-deep from the very first thrust, amazed by how easily he slid through the cum-covered muscles, weakened by the sharp spasms that sucked his cock deeper inside.

"Nrrrfff..." He slouched over the feline's mighty body to pant and groan like the lust-stricken beast that he was. "Naruff...forgive me. I'm...I'm about to..." Kavics sucked in a deep, shuddering breath as burning heat leaked through the tensing frame of his penis. "I can't...I...caaaaaaan't!"

With a roar of his own, Kavics exploded within the tiger's cum-drenched passage. His own whiter cum added to the dragon's thicker fluids, creating a concoction as pleasing as a female's natural arousal.

With teeth bared and heated instinct, Kavics pounded his way in and out with quick motions of his tense hips, slapping the tiger's wet testicles with his own, bigger spheres. Ironic. How he had no strength to see himself out of this gooey trap, yet now, when his balls overflowed with cum and his member throbbed and spat, Kavics had all the vitality in the world to scrape his partner's ass with his incredibly sensitive barbs.

The act was short and intense, leaving both felines utterly drained. Naruff pulled himself over to Hazkar, dripping seed behind him, while Kavics walked to a different part of the cave with his own messy cock in hand when a growl made him peek over his shoulder.

Both dragon and tiger rolled on their sides to make room for a third person to snuggle between them. The jaguar's throat tightened beyond his ability to speak. With misty eyes, Kavics settled between his mounts and allowed himself to be embraced, licked and nuzzled in every way they deemed fit.

THE END

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