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Tongue Riding

Spike is a good boi, a wonderful mount, and a lovely companion to his human rider. The dragon was once a member of the royal cavalry but ended up being sold after the war ended and now was happily used as a mode of transportation for his rider and new owner.

The drake was known for being quite sociable and capable no matter who rode him, and one thing that became clear in his time within the ranks of the cavalry was that he was amiable to more compassionate riders; as in, he would drop his sheath for a lady or sire if the situation called for it. Not only was this something he was known for but it was also the reason he sold for such a high price to his new rider. One thing all new riders needed to learn, however, was that dragons didn't trust just anyone.

It took weeks – nay, months – for the dragon's rider to form any sort of a bond with Spike. Sure, the orange, black, and yellow dragon was quite obedient and took commands well, but he wasn't going to drop his cock for just anyone, but he did develop a bond with any rider that stuck with him.

This new rider of his took months to realize that but quickly came to realize just how willing the drake could be under the right circumstances while out trail riding north of town in the Vast Emerald Wood. The two had left quite early in order to meet up with some friends at the lake, but about half way to their destination Spike stopped obeying commands and instead diverged from the path.

“Hey, what exactly do you think you're doing?" His rider asked, yapping at him and spurring him on with his heels to get him back to the path. “This isn't the right way. Don't make me-" He was cut off by the smack of a branch hitting him in the jaw and nearly knocking him off the drake's back.

Spike had caught the scent of something appealing and was tracking it with single-minded precision, ignoring all else around him. It was not clear if he was hunting for rodents, got the scent of a female, or was just returning to a familiar locale, but whatever it was it had his full attention and he was no longer obeying the command of his rider.

Fortunately for both of them, his rider quickly remembered that Spike's attention was drawn away from the path often and that such distractions often ended with the two of them finding something lovely or ending up at a perfect camp site – this was by no means the first time they had gone out together and this had happened – so he quickly gave up and let Spike take over.

And, just like most times this happened, Spike had guided his ride up a small incline a rocky outcropping overlooking a nearby valley. There were mountains poking up over the horizon, a lake in the distance, and a river cutting the land in half, but mostly it was peaceful, serene, and far away from any trails or people in the area. This was exactly the sort of thing that made Spike happy.

It wasn't long at all before the dragon turned to his rider and slowly spread his wings, eventually lowering them to the ground as he wiggled out of his harness and saddle, making it clear he didn't wish to wear it anymore. What wasn't clear was his further intentions, at least not at first.

His rider was not the dense type, but the two had been together long enough that he had gotten accustomed to the idea of using Spike as a mount and leaving it at that. As a result, the dragon was a wonderful mode of transportation and could even glide a bit, but they had never engaged one another. Not yet, anyway; Spike had been feeling out this new rider to see if he could trust him.

But now, the dragon had his rider alone in the forest and he was ready to pounce him. Not only was he prepared to make a move, but he was acting sultry by slinking around his rider in a circle, lowly growling and nudging with his snout at his rider's chest, hip, back, and even the back of his neck where his hot breath tickled the human's flesh. From behind, he reached up and dragged a claw down the rider's back, sending shivers down his spine.

The drake's rider may not have been prepared for this but he was familiar with dragon courtship and had no problems understanding what was expected of him. His knees went weak and nearly buckled before he regained his strength and stood tall, eagerly unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his trousers. He was about as erect as could be, member bouncing out once it was free of his belt and slinging webs of precum all over the grass which caught the attention of the dragon.

Spike then slithered around his rider and sniffed at the mess left on the ground before him while glancing back at the human with a sensual gaze. That was when he presented himself, tail up high and rump fully exposed, his own member sliding out from between the scales lining his lower belly. He swayed his hips and undulated his spine, each wavelike motion pushing more of his length out, the musky aroma of his arousal quickly billowing up from under him to envelop the clearing.

His human rider just about fell backward in shock, surprised that after being together for as long as they had been that Spike chose this time to offer himself, to expose himself. Still, he wasn't going to squander such an opportunity and had no interest in risking his chance. He reached out to pat Spike on the haunches with one hand to assure his dragon mount, his other hand on his own cock to keep himself hard; he didn't need the encouragement, but it was natural for him.

The dragon, however, was not interested in wasting time or preparation. He was a dragon, not some human with a desire for foreplay; he just wanted to jump right to the good stuff so he leaned back so that the underside of his tail pressed against his rider's forehead, nearly knocking him off balance.

Once again, this caught his rider by surprise and he temporarily lost his will to go on. He faced that very temporary insecurity that came with handling a feral beast, the one where he wasn't sure if the dragon wanted sex or was just being aggressively playful. Curious and unsure, he reached out again to pat Spike's haunches only to have the dragon shift to the side and force the human's fingers into him.

Spike growled in delight while his rider froze in place. They shared a moment of silence before proceeding together. His rider, now just barely confident enough to make a move, eased himself in and pressed his lips to Spike's rump, pecking where the scales met and probing with his tongue while idly stroking himself. It was all a little overwhelming at first, so he had to slow down soon after starting.

However, the dragon had no interest in allowing that. He wanted to show his passion for his rider so he leaned back, arched his spine, and bucked so that his rump pressed heavily against the human's face and his cock fully popped out of its enclosure, its length swinging heavily and slapping the rider against the thighs, soaking the skin and smearing fluid all over.

This created a new scenario for his rider to explore. The human leaned in, bent his legs a bit, and wrapped his free hand around not only his own cock but Spike's as well, rubbing the two together as he bucked and ground against his dragon companion's hot flesh. His other hand, now covered in slime from when Spike's cock slapped his thigh, slipped with ease into the dragon's rump and well past the wrist – in fact, he was shocked to feel his arm slide in all the way to the elbow!

Although this clearly wasn't what the rider had planned, he liked it. He liked it a lot. In fact, he loved the sensation of hot dragon flesh enveloping him and clenching tight around his wrist so much that he almost completely lost himself to the sensation and failed to focus on their cocks for a while as he started eagerly sliding his entire arm in and out repeatedly. The guttural squelches that came from within as the dragon's loins loosened up were intoxicating and arousing, helping him to maintain his erection while also giving him the encouragement to keep going.

It wasn't enough on its own, though. Spike reciprocated as best he could by pushing back, arching his spine, widening his stance, and bucking his hips to best capitalize on each and every motion shared with his human. The arching of his spine was to push his rump into his rider even harder while the bucking motions allowed him to grind their cocks together, soaking the human in his natural fluids. The more he moved, the looser his bowels became and the looser he grew the more of his rider he was able to swallow up. This was the height of his delight, and it created a passionate cycle between them.

The more Spike pushed back the harder his rider resisted him and the more effort his rider put back into him the closer they each got to climax. Naturally, this couldn't last forever and his rider felt the need to let go of the dragon's member so that he could slip a second soaked hand into his rump.

His human rider wiggled his second hand in past the wrist by pressing his fingers tight to his own forearm and twisting to find the best angle. Once he felt his mount's bone structure, he twisted and pumped both hands in as deep as they could go, resulting in the dragon's backside swallowing him to the elbow but no further than that. He wanted more, but the angle just wasn't right.

Spike was now completely lost in his own pleasure thanks to the double penetration he was being given. He was so enthralled by the sensations of having his rider pump both fists into his rump that his cock remained hard and leaking webs of precum all over the grass beneath him, his heavy length still swinging back and forth amidst every pump from his rider's arms.

His rider gained in enthusiasm and confidence as time went on, resulting in him alternating thrusts with each of his arm while widening his gait with each motion so that he could see more of the dragon's dark inner flesh. Then, as he pulled one of his hands out to punch it back in – his other arm still left deep inside Spike's booty – the dragon clenched and stopped him from forcing that second fist back in while squeezing out some of his natural fluids down his rider's chest!

By this point the rider had pretty much lost all semblance of reservation and was ready to dive in with both feet. Or, in his case, both hands. However, since Spike had clenched his bowels with all his might he was unable to make that happen and instead pulled his other hand out and tugged on the dragon's booty scales to the side, revealing the dark flesh within that folded in on themselves as his mount's abyss called to him. He felt the only real course of action was to bury his face in that inviting tunnel and taste every last fold of flesh and juice that caressed his cheeks.

It wasn't just enough to nuzzle, either. He licked, he pressed in as hard as he could go, he sucked and plucked the flesh, probing in between the folds with his tongue as the dragon's inner fluids cascaded over him, further soaking him from head to groin. Part of him genuinely imagined and wished he could have Spike sit and engulf him entirely but soon realized that wouldn't work no matter how kinky it seemed.

Instead, he grabbed Spike's member and once again cradled it with his free hand, stroking it with his entire body while grinding his cock against his hot flesh.

Up until this point both rider and mount had managed to hold off their respective climaxes, but once they had found their groove together it didn't take long for one to trigger the other and vice-versa.

Spike came first, his feral instincts telling him to not waste time, an instinct that had guided him from the beginning. The anal massage he was getting was hitting all the right spots and the feeling of soft human belly flesh on the underside of his member paired with the rider's hands around the base of his knot triggered a massive ejaculation that not only spewed his seed all over his rider's cock but his rump squeezed so hard it forced the human's face right out of him.

His rider outright refused to be pushed out and leaned back into Spike as this happened, the sudden heat and warmth of dragon seed steaming off his cock mixing with the warmth and coziness he felt as dragon pucker kissed him and brought him to his own climax. He bucked, he squeezed the dragon's knot up tight against his chest, and made out with that drake's rump as if it were a lover. As he thrust, his seed erupted and mixed in with the dragon's only to create a pearly swirl in the sand that got soaked up within seconds.

A few more bucks and shots later and both of them collapsed onto each other, Spike on his belly and his rider on his knees. They had finally bonded, Spike had at long last opened himself to his rider!

But this was only the beginning for the pair of them. They weren't even done exploring one another for that day on the cliff; the day was early and there was a lot they could still do before heading out to see those waiting to meet them at the lake.