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Vetrik flew silently across the night sky. The moon hid below horizon, unwilling to show its pale face for many hours yet. The stars above him twinkled, giving the feral dragon away as an obsidian patch of darkness against an otherwise otherworldly beautiful sky. Below him the ocean stretched into the distance. At night the water looked as black as the night.

He dipped low, letting his wing tip dip into the crest of a particularly large swell. His nostrils flared, taking in the salty scent of ocean spray.

Tonight was a magical night. Vetrik could feel it in his bones. In his childhood Vetrik had studied the arcane arts judiciously, disdaining the more physical activities of his peers: who could fly the longest, the highest, random scuffles in the dirt. But the blockheaded drakes who competed in such activities gained respect. The strongest gained lovers. And the best lovers gained something more, something deeper - verilum.

The name of that particular type of magic danced across his tongue. Vetrik's wings beat steadily as he gained altitude again, pondering as ocean spray dripped from his wings. Verilum.

The dragons of this world were magical beings. Unique among beasts, they were gifted with intelligence, cunning, and the innate ability to weave magic into their surroundings. Given that the ability to wield magic was so ubiquitous, few studied it as a career. They only dabbled in their innate abilities, minor illusions to amuse hatchlings or spells of strength entrenched into their dwellings.

But verilum was a deeper magic, a magic that forced their breed into the far reaches of this planet to seek solitude. For when a drake spilled his seed inside another dragon, or inside any other species, that dragon would slowly become beholden to him. Once, a slight fondness. Twice, difficult to get the drake out of your mind. Thrice, beginning to border on obsession. Again and again it would increase until the drake's essence ensnared the mind, creating the receiver a loyal, submissive servant only too willing to raise her tail and obey her dominant drake.

Or, in Vetrik's personal interest, the receiver would be only too willing to raise his tail for Vetrik's hard cock.

No one knew exactly why verilum_existed. Some argued the bond created an evolutionary advantage. Others say it is simply a case of the dragon species' innate magic gone wild over time, and this was merely an unwanted side effect. Whatever the case, it had shaped dragon society. Too easily could a large, brawny drake overpower a smaller dragoness. So they lived as loners, coming together only to mate. Mating seasons were difficult affairs, where natural instinct overpowered learned wariness. Dragonesses fought against _verilum's cooing voice to seek out their mates from years past. Drakes took advantage to claim as many mates as possible, seeking to create their own personal harems. Simultaneously they kept their tails down because, as the saying goes, there is always a bigger fish.

Vetrik was not a big fish. Average, perhaps, if he stood tall and puffed his chest. But Vetrik's own plan for a life-long mate rested on brains, not brawn.

The sandy coastline gave way to cliffs. Sharp edges of bedrock jutted out defiantly against the ocean's onslaught of waves. Dangerous at night, he flew above the cliffs and cocked his head, listening intently. A faint whoosh intertwined between the crash!_of waves, signalling the alcove he sought. Here the northern bedrock met the south, and in between a narrow passageway emptied into a tiny harbor. Each wave crashed against the narrow opening, flooding the bay with water. As the bay emptied the water became trapped inside and spilled out slowly in a low _whoosh. Inside, protected from sea spray and wind, waited Vetrik's home.

His wings flapped uproariously against the erratic winds inside the bay and against the cliffs. Chest heaving with exertion he landed roughly at the entranceway to his dwelling. Wet claws scratched against finely polished oak. In his own style, Vetrik had disdained a natural dwelling for something far more suitable to his tastes: wooden floors and vaulted ceilings, enhanced by magic of his own creation. Further into his home lavish carpets from exotic lands adorned his floors. An entire room was devoted entirely to his books, magical and non-magical alike. He wondered if he would have time to snag one of his favorites before having to leave again tonight. Wings folded against his sides he closed his eyes and shook, sending salty spray in all directions.

"Egh! Do you really have to shake like a dog every time you come home?" A teasing voice inquired.

A fire burned low behind the voice, casting the figure in shadow. Smoke trailed lazily towards a vent in the ceiling, a tunnel crafted by magical means that Vetrik was rather proud of. Vetrik could not see the speaker's face, but he knew his lover's voice.

"Come now, Kisava." Vetrik purred low, his tail wagging behind him. "I know you don't really mind. Haven't you missed me?"

A warm, fuzzy paw caressed Vetrik's snout. Vetrik closed his eyes. Kisava's paws rubbed affectionately against the hard scales. "Of course love, more than you could know." Kisava kissed Vetrik's cheek before taking a step back. "Can I get you anything? You are home late. I can get the fire going and slip into something more... comfortable."

Vetrik's eyes opened. Now adjusted to the dim lighting, he eyed over his lover, his Kisava, his isa verilum - one who has been taken by verilum magic. Kisava's cat eyes flickered with the fire, flashing deep green discs with a horizontal slit, not unlike Vetrik's own reptilian eyes. But below those eyes Kisava was an anthromorphic, a descendent from long extinct humans and an even longer extinct species known as tigers. Orange fur with black stripes clung tightly to his lithe form. A feline tail twitched behind him, eager to please. Kisava wore a simple tunic with long pants. And underneath, well, Vetrik's tongue flicked out and licked against Kisava's muzzle as he thought about what lay underneath those pants.

"There is something you could do for me." Kisava's ears twitched as he listened attentively. "Strip. And turn around. I'm not staying long," said Vetrik.

Kisava's eyes widened, then his muzzle split into a grin. He turned around slowly, exaggerating his movements with a sashay and a wriggle of his hips. The trousers dropped to the floor.

Vetrik wasn't lying when he said he wasn't staying for long, so he wasted no time in snaking his tongue out between Kisava's legs. His forked tongue curled wetly along one thigh. Kisava shivered and lifted his tail. Vetrik felt more than heard his _isa verilum's_purr at the attention he was giving him.

He flicked his tongue against Kisava's fuzzy balls, giving them no more than a glance of attention before burying his muzzle between Kisava's tawt ass cheeks. With a huff Vetrik pulled his muzzle back and gave Kisava a nip on one butt-cheek. Kisava's tail instantly hiked a bit higher. "Better," Vetrik said with a snort of approval, taking time to admire the view before returning to work. Kisava kept himself in fine shape, but by far his best asset, pun intended, lay on either side of his tail. The feline's tail twitched and curled and never stayed still, offering glimpses of the pink hole that lay beneath it. Kisava's hips and butt curved perfectly, offering just enough to be tantalizing but still distinctly male.

Vetrik nuzzled against Kisava's rump, that orange fur pressed into his black, scaly cheek. He breathed deep, flicking his tongue out against Kisava's taint, immensely enjoying the medley of scents: salty ocean spray combined with Kisava's natural male musk, overlaid with a background of old smoke from the fire and Vetrik's own pungent, draconic arousal. He nuzzled more firmly, wanting more of that scent, more of his cat's innate aroma: that spicy, exotic scent which entranced him the first time he met Kisava, spice with deep, masculine undertones of sandalwood.

Vetrik trailed his tongue against Kisava's tight ass, searching, craving for more of that scent. Like every good cat Kisava kept himself immaculately clean, a trait which did not go unnoticed when Vetrik had claimed Kisava as his isa verilum. Vetrik ignored the small squeak and pushed against him, the wet appendage lapping wetly at the tight ring of muscle. He continued his teasing as long as he could, trailing his tongue up from Kisava's wet balls, against his taint, and finishing at his pucker with a firm kiss. Kisava purred, his legs trembling at the attention.

"More?" Vetrik teased, bringing his muzzle up to rest on Kisava's shoulder. His prehensile tongue flicked at Kisava's jawline. "You know how pent up I must be, all these days, with no fuzzy rump to bury my cock in." Vetrik pulled back and nipped at Kisava's nape, knowing his words tugged at the deeply entrenched _verilum_magic present in Kisava. "I'm sure you know how much it'd please me to come home, seeing my love on all fours, trembling with need for his dragon's cock." Before the words left his muzzle Kisava dropped to his paws, tail hiked in the air.

"Vetrik, please, no more teasing..." The cat whined, stretching as his rump lifted into the air, chest pressed against the floor.

No more teasing? With that fine kitty rump presented so nicely to him? Not likely, Vetrik thought. He grabbed one of Kisava's ankles, tugging his leg to the side roughly. "Good boy. And I'm done teasing when I feel like it." Vetrik returned immediately to Kisava's ass, lavishing it with attention. His tongue slurped wetly between his ass cheeks. Vetrik relished in that bitter, salty taste, lapping it up greedily. He pushed forward, snaking his tongue into Kisava's rump, wanting him good and wet for what was coming next.

Vetrik felt Kisava's butt clench involuntarily at the intrusion. He worked his tongue, wriggling it slowly, deeper, not bothering to hide how much Kisava's taste was making him drool. Slowly his cat relaxed, letting Vetrik tongue him freely now.

In and out Vetrik pushed with his tongue, rocking Kisava's body back and forth. Vetrik quickened his pace as Kisava moaned, leaning back into Vetrik's maw.

Pulling away abruptly, Vetrik snorted and licked his chops. He strode forward, his erect cock hanging freely between his hind legs. Vetrik nuzzled warmly down at Kisava's neck, letting his shaft flex upwards against his isa verilum. Kisava's erection felt tiny in comparison to the thick, meaty slab flexing up against his furry belly. Vetrik rubbed himself against Kisava's belly, his dribbling pre-cum matting Kisava's belly fur. He could feel Kisava's warm external balls squished up against his shaft, so fragile in comparison to his superior, internal form.

Vetrik huffed at Kisava's neck, his breath coming more quickly now as he pleasured himself against Kisava's belly. His hips rocked, the tip of his cock pushing firmly against black and orange fur. He pulled back too far with the next buck of his hips, his penis pushing up between Kisava's ass cheeks. The saliva slickened rump acted like a natural lubricant, slickening his shaft.

Vetrik rumbled deeply. He leaned down, grabbing a muzzle-full of Kisava's nape as he worked his hips, positioning his cock at the entrance to Kisava's warm hole. He pushed forward slowly, intently, not backing away as Kisava's rump refused to give at first. He pushed harder, feeling that tight ring of flesh sloooowly start to widen around his tip. Kisava squirmed. Vetrik gripped his nape harder and humped firmly, sinking half his cock into that tight hole as Kisava let out a yipe.

Ohh how tight his kitty was, even slickened by Vetrik's drooly tongue. Vetrik growled, each rock of his hips sinking another inch of his draconic cock into Kisava's feline form. He wanted to grab him and hilt him with a single thrust, but he held back with barely restrained desire. Kisava's anal passage rippled and squeezed against his shaft, especially where their bodies met: here Kisava squeezed the tightest, where his lewdly stretched rump felt like a circular vice grip attempting to milk him for every drop of cum Vetrik had in his body.

Vetrik couldn't last long. With a snarl and a few more bucks of his hips he felt that fire building up in his loins, wanting to be released. He didn't hold back. With a wet squelch he hilted himself in his Kisava. His cock throbbed and pulsed, his tail bobbing up with each sticky rope of cum he sent flinging into Kisava's bowels. A low, loud purr emanated from Kisava as Vetrik filled his anal passage with dragon seed. Vetrik knew what he was feeling, from long conversations afterwards with Kisava. A fullness, magical or otherwise. Every nerve hyper-sensitive. His mind screaming with pleasure, physical and mental, a pleasure that built and caused Kisava's own orgasm, his barbed penis sending flicks pearlescent seed onto the floor.

Vetrik stayed hilted in him a long time, well after his orgasm had tapered off and over filled his cat, sending rivulets of cum dripping down Kisava's furry balls. Only reluctantly did he pull away with a wet slurp, sending a glob of dragonseed onto Kisava's pants, which were still pulled down around his ankles.

Vetrik snorted in amusement. "I think you'll need new pants, my love." He nudged at Kisava's side, wakening him from his verilum induced pleasure.

Kisava nodded and stood slowly, mopping up the mess with his already cum-soaked pants. Vetrik tapped his claw impatiently. "Hurry now, your distracting nature has already gotten the better of me. We should've been gone by now."

Kisava hustled, jogging as best as he could with a belly full of cum. "It's time you know why I'm here. I have need of you. A different need," he added as Kisava returned with a new bundle of clothes.

"You know you are not my mate. No matter how much you'd wish, you know this." Kisava opened his mouth to protest, but Vetrik hushed him with a look. "But you can serve, and continue to serve, in other ways." Kisava's ears swiveled attentively.

"I thought so." Vetrik clicked his claws against the stone floor. "Remember back before you met me?"

Kisava scrunched up his face, feline nose twitching. "Yes. A boring life without passion. I remember, although I do not know why, that I resisted you at first."

Vetrik nodded. "And we were- are- so happy together. But you know what would make me even happier..." His voice trailed off as Kisava shook his head with wide eyes, eager to know what would make him happier. "Another dragon, like me, with us. It would make me _so_happy. And you would play a crucial part."

"A crucial part in making you... happier?" Kisava's voice quivered a bit, tugging emotions between jealousy at a third and the forceful, magical desire to answer to Vetrik's desires.

"Yesss," his voice trailed with a hiss. Vetrik stared into Kisava's eyes, putting his magical will behind his words now. "It would make me happy if you lay with another drake, one who I will show you. Entranced with you, I will take him unsuspecting, and he will join us here." Vetrik's tail wagged slowly behind him, his body oozing primal magicks. What he was saying would go against Kisava's innate verilum, but by twisting his words, he was sure he could make it work to his advantage. "Another dragon would make me so happy, and only you can help me. You will help me, my love, my Kisava?"

Kisava swayed on his feet, his eyes blinking slowly. "Yes... of course. Of course, Vetrik. I love you."

Vetrik grinned. "Dress warmly, my Kisava. We travel at once."

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Together Vetrik flew with Kisava to the outskirts of a nearby village. Travelling together was commonplace for the two lovers, and Kisava had fashioned himself a lightweight saddle for such journeys. Vetrik allowed it, even though he always preferred to be on top. He had even jokingly suggested Kisava should rig a belly rigging, so each wing beat would thrust his cock against Kisava. Kisava had taken the idea somewhat too seriously.

Vetrik pondered about Kisava, about his love for him. Kisava would never be all that he could want him to be. Vetrik craved the companionship from another drake. To fly together and to have another dragon beholden to him was his ultimate passion, his ultimate craving.

Not that he would abandon Kisava, of course. Vetrik fully intended on letting Kisava stay. The cute kitten earned his place at Vetrik's side many years ago. And now Vetrik knew he could count on Kisava - count on him to bring his plan to fruition.

Vetrik knew timing was everything. And the time was just before the annual mating time, when the bull headed drakes would risk towns and centers for courtship of in season females. Vetrik couldn't hope (and didn't really desire to) to take another drake by force. But he had a plan.

"The drake's name is Teegat," Vetrik explained to Kisava. They sat together in the woods outside of town, planning. "He comes here every year for a female. To my knowledge he is young and impulsive and has few successes, if any, with mating."

"Do you really think he will go for it?" Kisava asked self consciously.

Vetrik snorted. "He is young, strong, and horny. And less intelligent than either of us. He will be unsuccessful this year, as he was last year, and he will be more than willing to take his frustrations out on you."

Kisava looked a bit fearful. "Teegat won't hurt me, will he?"

"I would never let him," Vetrik replied, nuzzling against Kisava's muzzle. He left unsaid that until the drake was lost in his passions he'd be powerless to stop him. His magicks could not create something out of nothing; he had to harness the drake's lust against him.

"Tomorrow Teegat will arrive, just as he always does, in this clearing. He will unsuccessfully attempt to woo a dragoness in town. After he fails he will return here, where he believes he has his privacy. He does not. Have privacy, that is." Vetrik left unsaid how he knew all this. How he had watched Teegat for several seasons, fantasizing, stroking his cock downwind as he planned for this day.

"You shall wander through this clearing after he appears. A traveller who lost his way. You must make sure he takes interest in you. After he does... I will be here, and we'll see what happens then, hmm?" Vetrik lowered his muzzle and crooned at Kisava, whuffling against the back of his neck. "Any questions?"

Kisava shook his head and purred. Vetrik smiled and nipped gently at Kisava's nape. "Good. Now let's make sure you're well prepared for tomorrow..." His voice trailed off until Kisava got the hint, the lithe cat's tail rising slowly. Vetrik grinned.

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The temperature dropped precipitously the next day. Vetrik calmed his breathing, willing himself to breathe slower, to think clearly. A cloudy puff accompanied each exhale from his nostrils. From his vantage point to the west of the clearing he watched Kisava pace back and forth.

"Don't pace!" Vetrik muttered under his breath. A lost wanderer wouldn't be pacing in the woods. Hopefully Teegat would be distracted enough by Kisava than to notice any peculiarities of the encounter.

The tall pines cast long shadows into the clearing. Where was Teegat? Vetrik had no backup plan. Everything depended upon this clearing. Earlier Vetrik had imbued the clearing with subtle spells of lust. Discrete enough to go unnoticed by only the most sensitive spell casters, but strong enough to encourage thoughts of arousal. He could see Kisava squirming under the spell.

Crash! A branch snapped and fell to the forest floor. Teegat? Or someone else? Pine needles whistled through the air, caught on a breeze. Vetrik flattened his bulk to the forest floor. Underbrush blocked his view of the clearing. Hopefully Kisava would play his part. He had to.

"Do not hide, little cat. I smell your scent." The deep, draconic voice purred out the words from the edge of the clearing. "I hear your breath. You cannot hide. Out with you. What are you doing here?" Teegat's voice. Definitively. The brusque self assurance could be no other. Luckily for Vetrik, the clearing was upwind, away from Teegat's horny muzzle.

"I- I'm not hiding," Kisava squeaked out. "I just lost my way, is all. If you'd be so kind-"

Teegat interrupted him. Thud, thud, heavy paws sounded their way across the clearing. "Lost your way? How unfortunate."

Vetrik shifted his weight, risking a little to be able to see. He peaked over the brush and looked into the meadow. Teegat stood in the middle of the clearing, cocky as ever. His head tilted slightly as he looked down upon little Kisava. The cat ear's stood even with Teegat's withers.

Teegat looked more handsome than last year, if that were possible. Bronze scales covered every inch of his body. Taut muscles rippled with every movement. A small wonder he was unable to claim a dragoness. Must be the attitude, Vetrik thought to himself.

"Yes, lost my way. If you'd be so kind," Kisava repeated, "as to point me in the direction of the village, I'll be on my way."

Take the bait! Vetrik weaved his will into Teegat in his first, but not last, spell of the day. Teegat wasn't the type of drake to give away something for nothing. Building upon pent up lust, Vetrik teased the idea into the edges of Teegat's mind.

"I can, little cat. But you will do something for me in return, yes?" Teegat offered. Hook, line, sinker, as the saying goes. Teegat strut over to Kisava, circling around the anthro tiger as he sniffed at the air. "I'll show you where town is. But first, you show me what's under the tail of yours. Fair trade, I think."

The horny feral dragon didn't give the cat a chance to reply. With an audible huff Teegat pushed the cat to the ground roughly with his snout. Kisava landed on his front paws with a whine, his tail held tightly to his pants. "I'll take that as a yes." Teegat's tongue licked at Kisava's orange scruff, matting the fur with his saliva. "Pants off, cat." Teegat bit down on the furry shoulder. "Or I'll rip them off, and you'll have to go into town with no pants, dripping of dragon cum."

Kisava wriggled out of his pants slowly, casting anxious glances into the forest. Vetrik ducked down low when he felt his _isa verilum'_s eyes glance over to his hiding place. Silly cat, Vetrik thought. You should be used to a dragon's desire.

Teegat wasted no time. Kisava's pants around his knees, Teegat dragged his muzzle down along the cat's back, nuzzling into his shirt. Teegat's bronze tail lifted and wagged as he reached the cat's waist. Vetrik licked his lips, his own male slit swelling with desire. The tail lift exposed a beautiful golden underbelly. Brilliant yellow and orange colors swirled together on Teegat's underscales, like the setting sun, except for a tight pink hole which marked his anus, and below that, a long, bulging male slit. Vetrik watched intently as a tapered pink tip emerged slowly from that slit, escaping from its hiding place.

Teegat's rump blocked any view of Kisava. But it did not block sounds. Slurp! A wet, smacking noise filled the meadow. A low growl, Teegat's tail lashing in desire. A soft squeak followed by a purr-purr, as Kisava's body responded to the tonguing. Vetrik waited patiently. Certain that Teegat was sufficiently distracted he risked standing up fully. Walking quietly, he muttered a simple incantation to heighten the natural sounds of the forest and hide his footpaws on the earthen floor. Hustling wind and pine, sounds of solitude for you and thine.

Kisava came slowly into view. Teegat held the feline's tail straight up with a firm paw, his muzzle buried beneath it. The dragon's tongue worked methodically. Schlorp. A big, wet lick drenched Kisava's furry balls in dragon drool. Grrrowl. Teegat pushed his muzzle forward, wriggling that tongue between Kisava's fuzzy ass cheeks.

Vetrik stopped. He kneaded the ground with his paws, crushing pine needles into the dirt. Now was the time. He could feel it. He stepped forward. He'd be visible if Teegat looked over his shoulder to the right. No matter. He started his chant, slowly at first, and building in strength. Lust and rut, rut and lust. Teegat's broad tongue pushed against Kisava's tailhole until it gave in, the little pucker spread lewdly by the prying dragon's lust. He had Teegat's attention, on a deeper, magical level.

Vetrik started whispering his own desires, trying to draw upon the lust already present. A little cat just for you to play with. Don't you wonder how it'd feel to have a tongue between your legs? A tongue, a paw, something more? Feel what he feels, spread and filled and loved by tongue and cock, filled with cum? Teegat's mind resisted.Tongue and cock and cum were for prey, it answered, for smaller, weaker beings. Vetrik clucked his tongue in agitation and tried from another angle. Think of the pleasure. Look how the tiger squeals and writhes. That pleasure should be yours. It can be yours, if you'd only try it. Teegat shook his head, like shaking off strands of spiderweb from his muzzle. With a grunt he drew his tongue back from Kisava. The cat sighed in visible relief, great gobs of drool leaking from his clenched hole.

Teegat's cock hung fully erect between his legs now, as thick as one of Kisava's thighs. The great pink spear slapped with a lewd wet sound against Teegat's golden belly as he flexed, tailhole clenching with the effort. Vetrik thought furrowed his muzzle, thinking furiously. Teegat was too far gone. Teegat's big fat cock was about to breed Vetrik's isa verilum and imbue his own natural magic into him. Vetrik came tonight expecting to leave with two lovers; he was precipitously close to losing both.

Think, damnit, think! Vetrik paced and watched. He couldn't interrupt. Teegat would merely fight him off, and Kisava could be injured in the process. Vetrik cursed under his breath as Teegat gripped at Kisava's waist, tugging him close. Kisava's striped tail lashed back and forth against Teegat's chest. The large dragon growled and bit down on the tiger's neck. With a push Teegat shoved Kisava's chest down against the ground, his rump held high in the air as a dark red streak trickled down from Teegat's muzzle, staining orange and black fur with blood.

Vetrik cursed under his breath. "Shit!" Deciding enough is enough, Vetrik pounced into action. In the few seconds it took to reach the clearing it was too late.

Kisava whimpered. Teegat's cock tip sunk with a lewd squelch into Kisava's tight rump. Kisava's hind toes curled as he took in a large gasp. Teegat snorted with amusement, muzzle clenched around Kisava's neck.

Without thinking, Vetrik reached out to his isa verilum with his magic. He poured his love and concern into the spell and prepared for the worst. Pain, hurt, remorse, anger, all of these emotions he expected and more. Vetrik bit his lip and let Kisava's emotions into him, pulling them in with the dance of magic on his tongue.

A wave of pleasure hit him like a rock to the snout. Kisava's mind emanated feelings of contentment: he knew by raising his tail he fulfilled Vetrik's desires, the neck bite more tantalizing pleasure than pain, and his rump felt utterly full by just the tip of Teegat's cock. His mind craved more, desired nothing else than to be stuffed and filled by that needy dragon's cum.

There! Vetrik had his answer. He gathered the emotions together, singing them into a tightly wound ball of pent up lust and submissive desire. When Vetrik's hold on the magic began to feel tenuous, lest the magic overwhelm him, he unleashed the spell at Teegat. See how he feels? I could give you that and more! He shouted over the torrent of images and emotions he threw at Teegat.

Teegat staggered backwards. No answer came from his assaulted mind. His rigid cock tugged free of Kisava's rump with a pop, the engorged tip dribbling pre onto the grass below. Kisava mewled, looking back over his shoulder as he noticed Vetrik.

Vetrik, grinning from ear to ear, wasted no time. On your back! Teegat obeyed. Vetrik lashed his tail in triumph. Vetrik pulled back slightly from the magic, his work for the moment finished. "Well done, Kisava! Now come, help me welcome my mate into our family. Our family." Kisava shivered and nodded, catching up rapidly to the change of events.

Vetrik nuzzled Kisava as he walked by, giving him a firm nudge in the direction of Teegat's rump. No words needed to be spoken - Kisava knew what his lover wanted him to do.

Small cat paws roamed on the underside of Teegat's tail, squeezing gently against the immobile appendage. Teegat glared; Vetrik held his gaze. Watch and wait! He sung his magic to him. I promised you pleasure. This is just the beginning.

Perfectly timed, Kisava nuzzled up against the previously dominant dragon's ass. Vetrik watched and felt, through Teegat, the pleasure of that rough cat tongue tonguing over his tailhole. It felt good, better than Teegat's mind was willing to admit. Kisava was adamant.

Vetrik mused on this turn of events as he strut towards his prize. Obviously, the emotions triggered in Kisava were the key. They had been the catalyst to the magic. Without it, as his first attempt proved, he had nothing to barter with. The mind would not reject pleasure for a promise of pleasure. But it readily gave up pleasure for proof of greater bliss with the undeniably seductive song of verilum induced rapture.

"My turn, I think, my love." Vetrik nosed his scaly snout against Kisava's side. "Now watch closely. Watch and remember how this felt just the other night, hm?"

The blunt force of Kisava's desire had been enough to subdue Teegat, for the moment. Now he was working at his stud drake from two different angles. The first, mental. Keeping Kisava submissive and needy, he fed those emotions into Teegat, willing him to see from another's perspective. The second, physical. That needed no explanation.

Vetirk's pink tongue smacked wetly across Teegat's golden undertail. Teegat's muscled hind legs kicked at the air but he stayed on his back, cock draped across his belly. Teegat hissed. "What have you done to me?" His words dripped with accusatory malice, but his body language screamed desire. His thick cock splayed on his belly, dribbling precum onto golden scales.

Disdaining to respond, Vetrik focused all of his attention on his prize. He admired the luscious curves and dips where Teegat's soft undertail met his taut rump. Well muscled thighs kicked at the air again, causing the erect dragonhood between them to bob against a flat belly. That fat cock emanated from a draconic male slit. Deep yellow folds that normally hid all the interesting bits from view splayed lewdly, allowing the pink shaft to jut forth. Vetrik had admired Teegat from afar for years, and now here he was, muzzle buried against his soon-to-be lover's ass.

And what an ass it was! Vetrik's paw squeezed at Teegat's rump, making him squirm. Each squirm caused Teegat's pink tailhole to clench in anticipation. "Such a needy drake," Vetrik whispered. Vetrik's tongue snaked upwards along Teegat's undertail until he reached that clenched tailhole. Vetrik tsk tskd. "You need to relax, my love..." the word drawled out from Vetrik's muzzle. His tongue danced along the sides of Teegat's rump, warm breath tickling over the sensitive bits. He purposefully avoided his pucker, instead teasing it, tantalizing it with light brushes of his tongue, with a gentle squeeze on his rump.

The soft underscales of his new mate tasted of male musk and arousal, pungent and sharp against Vetrik's tongue. He tasted earthy, of rock and soil and living a rough, outdoors life. Vetrik loved it. He trailed his tongue up to lap at the crease where tail met body, circling around that fleshy cock before trailing back down to nuzzle at Teegat's ass. He nuzzled firmly, pressing and prodding his muzzle against his pucker before snaking his tongue out to caress him, tasting him in the drake's most sensitive of spots.

The proud drake's virgin pucker quivered under Vetrik's probing tongue. He clenched at first, proud, dominant instinct temporarily overwhelming verilum strengthened magic. That didn't last long. The magic proved to be too strong, or perhaps it was simply the feeling of that appendage lapping lovingly at his ass. Either way Teegat gasped and wriggled under the attention. His body writhed, back arching as the entirely new sensation overwhelmed him. His arched back lifted his hips and pressed his rump into Vetrik's maw.

Encouraged by his lover's actions, Vetrik licked wetly, sliding his paw from the underside of Teegat's tail to beside his drenched pucker. He pressed a digit against the wet opening, gauging his mate's reaction. Teegat lifted his hips higher and whined. Grinning, he massaged that tailhole lovingly before pressing, ever so gently, letting that tight opening spread slowly around the invading digit. Teegat growled; Vetrik growled back and pushed deeper, fingering his lover with a dominant push. Teegat's growl turned back into a needy whine. "Thought so," Vetrik teased as he worked that smooth paw in and out of his lover's tailhole. Teegat's golden body rocked with each gentle thrust.

"Ah.." Teegat moaned, his jaw opening and closing wordlessly. Having his virgin tailhole spread was obviously a completely new sensation for the stud.

"Ready now, my love, my Teegat?" Vetrik didn't wait for a response. Removing that digit he stood up on all fours, standing dominantly over his enraptured dragon. Teegat lay beneath him, panting, tailhole wet from Vetrik's tonguing. Vetrik's flexed his cock before letting it settle down against Teegat, letting the two male shafts rub against each other. He leaned forward, giving his mate a kiss on the snout. Teegat didn't return the kiss - but nor did he flinch away. Vetrik let his cock slide against Teegat's, down, down until his rock hard tip was aligned right against Teegat's rump.

With a soft buck of his hips his seeking shaft nudged against Teegat, searching for his entrance. Once, too low, his cock smearing liquid precum wetly against Teegat's undertail. Twice, just right; his tapered tip nudged right up against that opening. He pushed. Teegat whined and squeezed. Vetrik growled and pushed, steadily but forcefully, making his intentions clear. Teegat gasped, and in doing so the tip of Vetrik's cock slipped inside of him.

That hot spear spread Teegat's hole wide, the no longer virgin pucker squeezing against the invading appendage. Vetrik rumbled out his pleasure and rocked his hips, each thrust sinking another inch of rock hard dragon cock into the previously dominant Teegat. Dominant no more; that pleasure Vetrik had teased into his mind mere minutes ago was now a reality. Vetrik saw it in his lover's eyes, that same look that washed over Kisava's muzzle when he sunk his cock into him. But Kisava could only take a little past the tip; Vetrik was certain Teegat could do better, even if it was his first time.

Vetrik snarled, quickly losing himself in the dominant thrusts of mating. He plowed his cock into the tight hole beneath him, enjoying every squeeze that gripped around him. So tight!_A virgin dragon truly was something. Vetrik thrust hard, wanting his entire shaft to be surrounded by that tight warmth. Shivering in pleasure, he held his tail up, wanting Kisava to see what a good breeding looked like. With a hiss of triumph Vetrik hilted himself inside of Teegat, his obsidian male slit kissing against Teegat's gold rump with a wet _smack.

Quick short thrusts now, hilting against Teegat's firm rump with each thrust. Lost in pleasure and love Vetrik could think of nothing but filling that warm tight passage with a gush of hot seed. Each thrust rocked Teegat against the forest floor as lewd squelch! squelch! sounds filled the clearing.

Vetrik roared, hind paws clawing at the ground as he pushed as deep into Teegat as he could. His cock hilted, he flexed inside Teegat, letting him feel his dominance as the first jet of thick, ropey cum erupted from cock. Vetrik's tail flagged behind him, twitching along with his orgasm, each twitch signalling another sticky splash of seed deep within Teegat's belly. Vetrik filled his mate to the brim, a trickle of his magical cum oozing out of the over filled rump to drool down his scales, pooling at Teegat's tailbase.

He stirred, coming down from his orgasm slowly, grinding his hips against Teegat to make sure every drop of available seed was buried deep within his mate's belly. Teegat's own cock twitched on his belly, his own seed splashed against his chest and muzzle. Lost in his own orgasm he had neglected his mate, failed to notice that he had given him his first ever prostate orgasm. Vetrik's chest puffed. He stirred, humping softly into his mate as he felt his cum squelch softly deep within Teegat's bowels.

Teegat's eyes opened, his mind fuzzy. Vetrik knew what was going through his mind. He could sense_it. The big stud had just been mated, like a female on her back, cum squirted deep in his belly. And he _loved it. More than loved. Something deeper. A primal connection between him and the mysteriously handsome black drake. Teegat's mind briefly wondered when it considered another drake handsome, and dismissed it. Of course he was handsome. And he would do anything to love him, to see him happy.

Vetrik watched in silent awe. Verilum usually took several times to take hold. It was a slow process that took root. He had expected to come back next year, to find Teegat seeking _him_out. But here he was, that dominant drake mind already warming itself to the idea of pleasuring Vetrik. What had happened?

Vetrik's eyes flickered over to Kisava. He suspected the answer lay with him. Verilum magic positively oozed within Kisava, in his body and mind. Somehow his involvement must've enhanced Teegat's own first time. Vetrik's tail wagged. What a magical day!

"I promised you pleasure, my love." Vetrik nuzzled against the panting drake, kissing against his neck as he stayed lodged inside his tailhole. "Did I lie?"

"No, midnight stranger. You did not lie." Teegat's tailhole squeezed hard around Vetrik's cock, coaxing another dribble of cum from him.

Vetrik crooned, licking up the seed from the bronze chest. "Vetrik. Although midnight stranger has a nice ring to it as well."

Unwillingly Vetrik's cock finally grew soft and slipped free from his new lover's well-bred hole. But still he stayed, belly-to-belly, licking up the salty cum from his mate. "And he," he motioned with his tail to their voyeur, "is named Kisava."

Kisava sheepishly stepped forward, holding his hands behind his back. "Uhm, hi." The tiger's tail twitched as he half-hid behind one of Vetrik's wings.

Teegat eyed him while one of his large paws stroked against Vetrik's side. "I suppose the cat was _not_lost."

If it was possible for an orange cat to turn red, he did, as Kisava ducked fully behind Vetrik's black wing. Vetrik rolled his eyes, leaning forward to kiss Teegat. This time he kissed back, albeit slowly.

"What have you done?" Teegat asked softly, without malice. Vetrik kissed him again, firmly. "Does it matter?"

Teegat rumbled, a deep baritone within his chest. "No, I suppose not." He returned the kiss just as firmly this time, golden muzzle tilted as the males shared their newfound affection.

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Teegat followed Vetrik home that same night. Vetrik kept expecting the great stud to turn suddenly, to fight against the magic and turn tail.

But he did not. The heavier set drake took two wing beats for each of Vetrik's one, even with Kisava as a rider, but he stayed close.

Vetrik's heart positively glowed. It was verilum, yes, but it was something more than _verilum_as well. Vetrik suspected he had stumbled upon Teegat's true personality, inadvertently finding the drake true happiness. The rude dominance was an act. A good act, but an act all the same. An act uncovered by careful planning and with a bit of luck.

They were home now. Kisava tended the fire with a bounce in his step, obviously jubilant to see Vetrik so pleased.

Vetrik rumbled, paw and wing tugging Teegat closer against him. His body spooned around Teegat's larger one, a midnight blanket smothering his golden sunshine.

Teegat snorted, hips wriggling. "You don't have to crush me. I'm not going anywhere."

"I know." Vetrik squeezed tight until Teegat let out a hiss. Giggling to himself, he relented, instead letting his tail coil up between Teegat's legs. The scaled appendage pressed firmly against Teegat's slit and belly. Vetrik wriggled it slowly until he could feel that slit begin to bulge and swell.

"Again?" Teegat tried to sound annoyed, but failed. The pink tip of his cock peeked through his slit, poking against Vetrik's undertail.

"Mmhm. And with our Kisava this time too, I think."

Kisava's ears perked up. The cat had been content to just watch thus far, but Vetrik wanted to make sure he knew he was still loved. Still deeply loved.

Golden hips bucked against Vetrik's tail, smearing white seed against the black scales. "You know, I never did get to finish introducing myself to Kisava."

"My thoughts exactly, my love." Vetrik nibbled against Teegat's neck as he beckoned Kisava over to them. "What do you say, Kisava?"

Kisava purred, quickly joining his two lovers. He kissed Teegat first, whiskers twitching against the drake's large muzzle. Teegat slurped him back. Wiping off the dragon drool with the back of his paw he went to Vetrik second, lingering against him. Vetrik had his answer.