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Characters © respective owners", "writing": "Boys’ Summer Party\n\nWritten by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)\nA YCH for Karrn & Hunter\n\n\nKarrn groaned, the blue dragon stretching out on a beach towel, though it had taken a bit to find one large enough and long enough for him. The dragon’s toes curled as he relaxed, exhaling softly, his blue-scaled chest rising and falling as his muscles released any unnecessary contractions they were holding.\n\nIt was good to be out on the beach, the bubble and hustle of other anthros around him, though he’d chosen a secluded spot on the end of the beach. It was a reasonably sized stretch of sand framed by cliffs and a rocky outcrop on his end, which could be walked around at low tide to another cove, although there was nothing anyone could do when the tide was in. The lifeguard kept a close eye on the water and would stop anyone from swimming or paddling out that way. Tourists didn’t really know how the currents and swell could drag an unwary soul on to the rocks.\n\nBut Karrn wasn’t all that sure he would take a dip in the water that day, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his scales too much. He’d brought a beach umbrella along with him, but he hadn’t even bothered to put it up, just soaking in the sun lazily with a very lizard-like persona. With his hands back behind his head, he carefully avoided his off-white horns, tail cast off lazily to the side of the towel.\n\nHe knew some were looking at him, their eyes grazing his scales, perhaps some with hunger, but he didn’t mind. It was that kind of beach where clothing, even for swimming in the sea, was optional, so he could have gone completely naked if he wanted. He wore a pair of loose beach shorts, so he could slide them off when he pleased. Even then, he peered out of one eye to a couple nearby, a fox sitting in a wolf’s lap as he ground down against the wolf’s knot.\n\nHe’d worried that the beach would devolve into an all-out orgy (not solely because of his presence alone), but Karrn found that was not to be the case. Sure, it was an optional clothing beach and one where sex in the open was perfectly allowable, but disturbing other beachgoers was frowned upon. So far, it looked like everyone respected the space of others, which was just fine with him.\n\nStill, the drake wouldn’t mind at all if someone made a move on him. At that time, he was just lazing about, mildly fishing for a little attention. He’d see, in time, just what he could catch.\n\nHunter strolled out of the water with a grumbling purr, the full-maned lion luxuriating in a long, rolling stride. He licked his lips, tasting salt, and glanced back to his friends, who were still out with their boards. Hunter had only brought along a paddle board that day and a few untimely dunks off it had not improved his mood for the day. He was the kind of feline who was more at home on land than out in the water.\n\nBut he was not to be put out for long, the warmth of the sun spilling over him as he headed for the showers. Those were a handy thing to have down at the beach that hadn’t always been a fixture there, around the back of one of the beach bars, which was in full swing with a long queue. His nose twitched and he stepped under the showers, streaming cold, clean water over him, though he wouldn’t have minded a drink too.\n\nThat was the only problem with visiting that particular beach, or any popular spot, during the warmer seasons. They were always busy and that meant there was little chance to get a bit more space or even a timely drink at the bar. He’d considered bringing his own drinks along with him, but he felt bad about that too when the bar was one of the things that kept the beach open and flourishing as it was. It may well not have been as well maintained or guarded if not for the money that flowed there too.\n\nAs he showered off, sweeping his mane back from his face and neck as much as he could with both paws, Hunter’s eyes played over the beach. It was nearing one in the afternoon and the sands heaved, though there was more space on the edge of the beach and stretching down to where it took a bit of a walk to get to. When there were drinks and facilities, furs would congregate.\n\nHis eyes paused on a trio of dragons: green, red and white. They twisted and rolled together, though slowly, never leaving the spot on the sand they had claimed for themselves. Everyone who was enjoying a little more fun on the beach had made sure to lay down towels, for anyone who had, quite literally, had sex on the beach before knew what it was like to inadvertently get sand in sensitive places.\n\n“Hm…”\n\nHunter rumbled to himself and resisted the urge to lightly shake himself off. That was too canine-like a behaviour for him and he pushed the idea away, picking up his paddleboard. It was tempting to take it back to the car, so he didn’t have to worry about it anymore, but sometimes a cat-like laziness got the better of Hunter.\n\nRolling his shoulders back and lightly cracking his neck, he meandered down to a cluster of towels and windbreakers that offered some shelter from the blast of the sun. It was relentless, with only some soft, fluffy clouds in the sky to occasionally offer a brief, cooling respite, so it was prudent to consider things like that. Basking in the sun was one thing, but overheating was quite another.\n\nHeh. I’m definitely getting old.\n\nIt certainly wasn’t the sort of thing he’d have thought about in his younger days, but Hunter tried to be at least a little more careful. Sun protection was still very much a necessity, as much as he enjoyed being by the water – as long as he could wash all the salt out of his fur, that was.\n\nRidding himself of his board shorts, the lion lay casually out on his towel, the shade of the windbreaker cast over him to protect him, at least a little, from the overwhelming blast of the sun’s rays. His sheath warmed softly, though the lion let his eyes wander the beach and its other occupants.\n\nStill, he could not help but be drawn into the subtle pull of eroticism that lay over the area, as if the beach itself was as prey to the tide as the ocean itself was. It would come with an inexplicable pull, in and out, and he grunted in the back of his throat as his eyes landed on a bull going down on a stallion.\n\nHe kept his attention covert, not meaning to stare intensely, which was something predators could be a little too forward in, from time to time. He had to remember to blink, to not show a negative predatory side, for it was not as if Hunter wanted to disturb them either. Licking his lips, he watched, however, as the bull’s soft, pliable lips slid down the stallion’s smooth shaft, which appeared to be mostly grey with a few, small, mottled pink patches. That wasn’t all that often seen on equine lengths, as much as it was coveted.\n\nHunter would very much not have minded being in the place of the stallion as his sheath plumped out, filling with the casual swell of his cock. The mildly barbed length lightly made itself known, but there was no rush to it, as if the big cat had all day long and more still to enjoy himself.\n\nStill, his gaze locked on to the stallion, muscle clenching and releasing as he let out a grunting nicker. It was the sort of sound that appeared as if it welled up from deep within the stallion and Hunter let out a needy growl in turn, his tawny tail lashing back and forth faintly, aching for the same attention. Yet the bull was ravenous in his attention on the horse’s cock and slurped readily, a gleam of saliva coating the length as if to show exactly where he’d been.\n\nHunter’s cock perked up full and hard, the tip lightly tapered as he palmed his paw over the soft barbs. They were not sharp, as they would have been for his ancestors, but more like raised nodules on his cock, so they would not bend back when he withdrew from thrusting into a partner. He wouldn’t have liked if they were sharp and biting, if he was honest; as much as he enjoyed rough sex, that seemed a little too far.\n\nThe lion would rather use his claws on a partner, or bind them, using whatever means were around him to ensure they stayed right where he wanted them to be until he was good and done with them. He liked it that way – and wasn’t it all his right to know what he liked, what made his blood sing with heat?\n\nIt was not something the lion particularly thought about as he growled, long and low. A caribou nearby took note of him and looked up, licking their lips.\n\n“Hey,” he grunted, taking a moment to clear his throat as his more thickly furred sheath plumped up with the tease of his own cock. “Why don’t you come over here for a while? No pressure.”\n\nHunter considered that with a flick of his tail, but the pull just wasn’t there. Arousal and desire, despite them being related, didn’t always go paw in paw, not like that.\n\n“Hm… Maybe later,” he rumbled with an easy smile. “But thanks.”\n\nThe anthro caribou nodded and settled back down on their elbows, legs stretched out in front of them. There was never to be any coercion at such an event – and Hunter had a feeling he’d found one he wanted to shoot his shot with.\n\nThe blue dragon seemed to glow as he paced towards him, his bare hind paws shifting the sand as he left soft prints behind him, the outlines of them not quite defined. The sand was so soft there would never be a fixed print left behind in that part of the beach and that somehow encapsulated the changeable, soft nature of the private beach in just the right away. At least, that was the case for Hunter as he admired the lines of the drake’s body.\n\nKarrn caught the lion’s attention instantly and, less than covertly, slid his shades into place on top of his snout while wriggling out of his beach shorts to reveal himself. It was a discreet way to watch someone without showing off that he was interested, even if the drake may well have known his fate was sealed at that very moment. He quivered deliciously as his lips parted, though Karrn held back just enough to stop his tongue from sliding from his mouth and swiping between his lips.\n\nIt could have been alluring, but the dragon had already hooked what he needed. The lion stalked towards him with a lazy swish to his tail with all the air of a big cat taking in their prey. But Karrn was no stranger to being looked over with that sense of hunger, like he was something to be taken and claimed. \n\nMmm…\n\nHe hummed under his breath, though otherwise kept the sound low and quiet. 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He slid the sunglasses down his snout, revealing a little more of his own attention, but the lion’s dark lips only twitched up in a casual grin.\n\n“Hey, yourself,” Karrn said back, though there was no longer anyone around him that could have possibly called his attention. “You seem to have come a long way to see me.”\n\n“Oh, yeah,” the lion said. “All the way across the country… There’s no border that could keep me away from what I want.”\n\nKarrn shivered, despite the heat of the day. Damn, that was hot.\n\n“And how are you about taking what you want?”\n\nThe dragon’s cock plumped up more, throbbing to full hardness as a small bead of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. It was not large enough, however, to spill down the length of his meat, despite the pink length aching for touch, for pleasure – for anything. \n\nHunter licked his lips.\n\n“Depends on how forceful I get to me,” he growled, eyes darting to the beach supplies Karrn had brought with him. “I can tame anyone that wants to be put in their place. What’s your name?”\n\nThe dragon held his breath and Hunter wondered if he’d pushed him too far. It was all part of working out where the boundaries were, so he knew just how far he could go. Of course, they could chat about things more plainly too, but it was all about listening to the other when it came to sex, reading their bodies and, as always, being focused on verbal communication too.\n\nKarrn swallowed a groan. When it came to communication, sometimes, however, things were not so explicitly put. It came in other ways, like a covert glance, opening up the body in invitation of something more. There may be verbal cues to pay heed to also, but the dragon was already smitten by the lion, his easy, controlling presence. It was safe and secure – and that was exactly what it felt like he needed at that time.\n\n“Karrn,” he said, after a pause, a warm ripple drawing through his body. “Name’s Karrn.”\n\nHe didn’t bother taking the time to ask for Hunter’s. It didn’t feel right: the lion would give it if he wanted to. For that was not the position the dragon was in at that time, set below the big cat and letting himself sensationally sink into the feline’s presence. As if it was all a given, though Karrn was all too aware of the lion keeping a very close eye on him, the feline stepped over him and sank to his knees.\n\nRight over the dragon’s chest. Karrn stifled a groan, even though there was really no need for him to, heart suddenly pounding in his chest in a way he had not anticipated. It seared through him as the lion’s knees squeezed in on either side of his shoulders, though it was how the feline casually took up his wrists that had the drake’s cock throbbing, harder than ever. It was a good thing he’d squirmed out of his board shorts when he’d had the chance, or else he may not have minded the lion shredding them with his claws too.\n\nHe did have to get back to the car, however, without being pounced on… Not that it was altogether a thought that Karrn would have wanted to remain fantasy. \n\nBut there was someone else to focus on as he parted his lips, the long, pink spill of his tongue pouring from his mouth. He needed it, grunting in the back of his throat, but took his time too, as if he too could test the lion.\n\nThe tip of his tongue flicked against the head of Hunter’s cock, pressing and bobbing against his lips. It was ready for him and the drake drew things out a little, the slender length of his tongue curling and wrapping around the lion’s meat. Hunter growled, licking his lips, though speared his hips casually forward as he kept a watch on the dragon, though there was no discomfort there he could see.\n\nThat tongue cradled his cock perfectly as he groaned in the back of his throat, Hunter’s lips parting in a breathy rasp.\n\n“Mmm. Name’s Hunter.”\n\nKarrn’s eyes flicked up to him, but the dragon did not pause in the moment, perhaps as enamoured by it as the lion was. Things like that could be as they were and Hunter ignored their curious onlookers. Maybe others around them had wanted to spend time with either of them – but they would have to merely indulge in voyeuristic thrill alone when it came to them.\n\nThe lion’s name spun through Karrn’s head, but the dragon pressed on, folding and pressing his lips smoothly around that barbed cock. It was a little different from any member he had enjoyed recently, but the lion’s overbearing, easily dominant presence relaxed him more than he could have put into words. Only, he sank into his role of the moment, even as Hunter’s paw closed around his wrists, holding him down.\n\nHe didn’t have to be aware of anything more as Hunter took over all manner of control from him, though that was all as Karrn wanted. A tremor rumbled through him and the tip of his tail twitched in the sand, the weight on his wrists intoxicating in the best of ways. Oh, that restriction… Why was it always the sort of thing that made him want to lean into it even more, as if he could use it to ground himself in a moment that would otherwise sweep him away?\n\nThe dragon may have been a switch, but there was a pleasure to being in the bottom role, the beach umbrella tilting askew where it had not been buried deep enough into the sand, revealing more of his scales. Heat spilled over his scales and Karrn let out a rumbling moan around the lion’s cock, though Hunter leaned on his wrists a little more. He may not have known quite what that meant, but he still focused all his attention on that shaft, as if nothing else at all could ever have existed.\n\nHis tongue teased around the barbs, wriggling and slurping to the extent he was able, for the thickness of the lion’s meat took up rather a lot of space in his mouth – despite the fact that the drake’s muzzle was longer, well-designed for sucking cock. Karrn grunted, drooling a little, but there was no one who wanted to wipe away such a tease of need.\n\nHunter moaned, power thrumming through him. Yes… The dragon was the best partner to have in that moment, amongst all the others who were there at the beach too that day. It didn’t matter that others had made eyes at him, watching the shift and contraction of muscles under his fur, or even that they’d outright ogled his cock. All that mattered was that he had his throbbing dick buried in the perfect muzzle, the drake’s soft lips coaxed around him with barely any guidance at all.\n\nIt was up to the lion to thrust, rolling his hips to spear deeply into the drake’s mouth. His cock was not quite long enough, with a muzzle like the dragon’s, to push into the back of Karrn’s mouth, but that didn’t need to be a goal. It was much better to have that tongue wriggling around him and he relaxed just enough that the drake could make use of it.\n\n“Ah, fuck…”\n\nHunter groaned as Karrn’s tongue played tenaciously over the head of his shaft, sweeping around the light edge of the glands and teasing out his sensitive spots. He sucked in a breath, chest heaving sharply, lips pulling into a settled grin. It was easy to take his time with the dragon, thrusting lightly, though he’d never really considered how sensitive his glands could be. Recent partners had been the type to like it hard and fast, or sucked so furiously around his cock that pleasure rushed upon him before he had a chance to really appreciate it.\n\nHe grunted, licking his lips. No… He wanted to take his time, to really savour it. Sex was more than just a release, but the build-up was something to be taken in too, to be absorbed even on the beach with the glow of the sun bearing down.\n\nHis eyes went back to the dragon’s bag, which had spilled open on to the top of his towel. He didn’t seem to have much in there, but there was a length of cord that made up the handles of his bag in a modern style. It may not have been something Hunter would carry with him usually, but it would do – with a slice of his sharp claws, of course.\n\nTransferring the dragon’s wrists to one paw, he held Karrn lightly down while he thrust into his mouth, grinding once again over the dragon’s flexible, wet tongue. Karrn’s cheeks even hollowed very mildly as he sucked around him, sealing his lips tightly around Hunter’s cock and almost forcing the lion to thrust more shallowly so the barbs would not pop out. Yet the lion moved quickly, cutting through the cord handle with his claws and sliding it free of the body of the bag.\n\nIt would do, even though it was clunky and a little too short to do what he really wanted. But it was more of a power play and a move designed to show the dragon just who he belonged to – for their time on the beach, that was. The cord length may have been well-suited to sliding sensually around the dragon’s neck in a seductive slide against his scales, though Hunter worked with what he had available to him to neatly tie his wrists together. It restricted Karrn enough, binding his wrists tightly, that the dragon squirmed, blinking up at Hunter.\n\nHe groaned around the cat’s cock, letting it sink deeper into his mouth still, as if he was relaxing into it, soft and mouldable around Hunter’s shaft. It was the right place to be as heat sang through him, though that warmth was not from the sun.\n\nIt was from so much more than that – and partly the feeling that there were so many eyes on him, watching him suck the lion’s cock. His scales prickled with intoxicating desire, his own cock throbbing and, so far, untended to. They all wanted him, from wolves to antelope to leopards: all kinds of anthros frequented that beach and he would have let them all take him, one way or the other.\n\nDid they focus on how his lips slid smoothly over that cock, the barbs bumping against them as they passed by? Or were they eyeing up his own shaft, wondering if they were in a position to slip on to it while Hunter made use of Karrn’s muzzle? They could even have been watching Hunter, how his muscles contracted while he rocked forward, glutes squeezing to get the most out of the moment.\n\n“Mmm…”\n\nAnd then there was the lion’s groan, rolling through him as if he was being drawn in, all in the very best of ways. Karrn grunted around him, trying to look up, but the position was too close to allow him to do so, despite everything. So, he had to lean into sensation, even inhaling deeply to allow the feline musk of the lion to sink into his system. There was so much to a moment like that other than what he could see and Karrn groaned through each and every breath he managed to drag into his lungs, Hunter’s knees squeezing firmly around him until there was nothing more for Karrn other than him.\n\nAs long as he focused on the lion above all else, Karrn had everything he needed and more. At least, for the time being.\n\nHunter moaned, licking his lips in a pink flash of tongue. Only briefly, his eyes roamed the beach, scanning over gazes directed at him, though he revelled in the exhibitionist thrill of the position he’d put himself in. His tail flicked back and forth, but the eyes of a fox watching him didn’t go to it. They only had eyes for his cock, where it disappeared into Karrn’s mouth, over and over again.\n\nIt could be hypnotic, even to him, but he enjoyed others wanting to be there, whether in his position or Karrn’s position. His skin tingled wantonly, as if every eye on him was actually grazing his flesh, fingers and claws teasing through his fur. Yet Hunter had all he needed as his thrusts sped up, lightly pressing Karrn’s tongue into the bottom of his mouth, so he could take control.\n\n“He needs to cum in that dragon’s mouth.”\n\n“Better take him under his tail.”\n\n“Nuh-uh, I’d ride that lion dick all day long.”\n\nComments from others washed over him and Hunter’s tail lashed smugly. He was completely confident that he’d made the right decision in choosing the dragon, however, for Karrn’s tongue squirmed under his cock, allowing him to take his liberties with him. Karrn twisted lightly under him, though it was only a thrust up, trying to get a drop of his own pleasure as the heat of the experience seared through them.\n\nDemonstrating innate feline flexibility, though he had a fair bit of muscle on him, the lion braced and arched back, leaning towards Karrn’s cock. It was a crime to leave a shaft like that without attention, even if the kind of attention Hunter felt was most suitable was to tease, to draw out pleasure bit by bit and show exactly who was in control there. \n\nKarrn gasped around that length of cock the moment the lion’s paw touched his shaft in a ghosting touch, sliding over his smoother flesh with an intimate caress. Yet it was not light for long as he closed his paw around that cock, even if the angle was not all that well suited for Hunter. It put the lion in a sensually arched position, pushing his shoulders back, but he couldn’t balance well there, even though he contracted his abs as much as possible.\n\nThe dragon moaned and shuddered as Hunter pumped his cock, up and down. His fingers caressed the glands, thumb teasing over the tip and smearing a drop of pre-cum down his cock, but Karrn barely even noticed. There was too much, almost, going on at once as he groaned, head swimming with sudden pulses of pleasure.\n\nThere was serving and there was desire…but he had both, everything he could ever have wanted. Yet Karrn was not surprised in the slightest that the lion pulled away from him, suddenly rising with Karrn leaning after him. He moaned, trying to recapture that cock within his mouth even as the string of saliva connecting them snapped free, but Hunter merely grabbed him by his bound wrists.\n\n“Up, dragon.”\n\nKarrn moaned as he was helped around on to all fours, a firm push from the lion shoving his chest down to the towel. It had been shifted and rumpled during their fun so far, with some sand spilling on to it. It was not too much of a problem and, frankly, Karrn did not care. He would have gone through a lot more discomfort as he sucked in a needy breath, lungs inflating but not settling the strain aching through him.\n\nHe needed it, that cock. His wrists were flung out in front of him as he bowed down reverently for the lion, Hunter’s cock prodding at his tail hole as if he already owned it. Karrn huffed wetly, licking his lips in a lewd slap of his tongue, trying to rock back on to the lion’s cock. \n\n“Unff…” He managed to force out, amused vaguely by his lack of eloquence in the moment. “Please…”\n\n“So needy.”\n\nHunter growled throatily as he pressed the head of his cock slowly into Karrn’s tail hole, stretching him out as they incited others around them to fuck. There may have been love in it, for some of them, but there was no rush to it – and Hunter didn’t care what was between others anyway. It was not for him to concern himself with or judge, for he had the best piece of tail on the whole beach already.\n\nThe dragon so readily raised his tail for him as Hunter bore in close to him, letting his cock tease deep into that hot and ready tail hole. Karrn took his cock like he had been waiting for it, hissing through his teeth and pushing back to him. He had thought he’d need to go more slowly, not having any lube handy, but Karrn opened up around him as the intoxicating heat of his hole welcomed him in.\n\nIt was too inviting to thrust as he admired the bound dragon’s musculature, how his shoulders and upper back looked more defined with his arms stretched out before him. He had not even tried to get free of his bondage, even if that might have been possible, but the dragon’s fingers did not even twitch towards the tight knots, not even once. He was comfortable in his position, taking Hunter’s dick deep, tail pushed back up against the lion’s chest and over his shoulder, draped as if he had merely become an accessory to the lion.\n\nKarrn moaned aloud, tongue dangling and draping from his mouth as the lion used every inch of cock he had at his disposal. He may not have felt quite ready to be stretched like that, but his body took everything and he was glad of that, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. His needy cock twitched, slowly dripping an increasing volume of pre-cum, but Karrn could not do anything about him. To him, his light bondage was more about stopping him from masturbating, entrusting his pleasure entirely to the lion.\n\nHe squeezed around that cock, clenching a little hard, experimenting with it. He grunted, opening and closing his jaws as he tried to settle himself, if only a little. Yet it took Hunter reaching around, smoothly, under his lower abdomen to grasp his cock once more to get him whimpering.\n\n“Ah… Yes… Please…”\n\nKarrn tried to rock into Hunter’s touch, yet the dragon found himself torn between grinding back on the lion’s cock and pushing into his paw. It was the perfect kind of position to be put in and he quivered in place while the lion took care of him, thrusting harder and faster, follow the lure of their bodies. \n\nFor that was all that really mattered, even as Karrn’s eyes wandered over a badger getting their cock sucked by a bear, though the latter seemed to dwarf them bodily. The size difference too was alluring, but nothing could truly take his concentration away from the dick under his tail, the lion’s nuts lightly bouncing off him with every rampant stroke. The dragon, if only for a moment, experimented with pressing back, but it was more inviting still to sink into the moment and stay still, allowing Hunter to do whatever it was he wanted to him.\n\nMurmurs of conversation, or more comments, reached Karrn’s ears, but the dragon let them pass over him. They didn’t need to concern themselves with lustful eyes, not even then, but the lion leaned over him, a heavy paw residing in the middle of Karrn’s upper back. It was clear what that meant: stay put. But he had no desire to go anywhere as the lion took care of him, stroking his cock with the skilled fold of his fingers around the drake’s length.\n\nKarrn huffed, grunting, head swimming. He tried to focus, but even the beach itself seemed to have taken on a dreamlike quality, as if to see anything else around him would have required something from him he simply was not willing to give. His knees dug into the towel and the sand underneath, teeth snapping at empty air, but Karrn wasn’t going anywhere. Not as heat swelled through him, aching deep, though it was the kind of heat that could so easily be satisfied, if only it was allowed out.\n\nHunter kept up the pace as Karrn howled and half-twisted, restraining himself only just in time. It was not as if he could move all that much anyway, merely bucking back at Hunter with the push of bliss coursing through him. Before he knew it, ecstasy was upon him, his cock jetting off with thick, demanding spurts of cum, painting the towel under him. As his cock twitched, matching every pulse of need thrumming through his body, some of his own seed even splattered back up against his abdomen, marking his scales.\n\nBut his orgasm was not the main event, not even then. It was all about the lion powering into him, hips bouncing off his ass with every single thrust of his cock. And Karrn needed it too, despite only being able to shudder in place, letting every moment ache deliciously through him. For it was all for him to take and he groaned long and low, panting openly, barely even aware of what he was doing.\n\nHunter thrust harder, faster, the lion’s hips a seeming blur – but that was merely the effect of his rich, tawny fur, the heat of the day. He bared his teeth, showing off the sharp points, as he slammed in deep, trusting Karrn to take every thrust. Barely holding back before, the lion finally let go as he let out a blast of a roar, feeling it rise from deep within his chest. It seemed to echo across the beach, turning heads even further afield, but Hunter didn’t care.\n\nAll that existed, right then and there, was him and the dragon. They took all they needed from each other, fitting perfectly together in top and bottom roles. Karrn trembled against the lion’s might as he crammed his cock deep, refusing to let even a single inch of it go to waste as he pressed up as closely as possible to the resounding heat of the dragon’s scales. Scale on fur contact trembled between them as both dragon and lion heaved in bliss, dragging in big gulps of air that didn’t truly help.\n\nIt remained about their need, even in the spending of it. Hunter pressed over him, releasing his cock as Karrn grew a little too sensitive, seeming to know the exact right moment that the dragon needed him to back off. Only then did Karrn realise his tail hole was a little sore too, but he did not care when he had that cock still stuffed inside him, remaining as hard as ever. \n\nHe wanted to be more intimately acquainted with that cock, for much longer than he had been so far. It was all he needed, grunting throatily, blinking as someone turned the beach umbrella so it cast shade back over them once more. That was much needed and Karrn puffed a sigh of relief, feeling rather than hearing Hunter’s chuckle roll through him.\n\n“Another round, dragon?”\n\nKarrn groaned and licked his lips, though his mouth felt dryer than ever. Maybe he needed a drink too, but he was sure that could be arranged.\n\n“Yeah… Yes.”\n\nHunter grinned.\n\nThe summer party at the beach had got a lot more interesting than even he’d thought it’d be…\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Boys’ Summer Party

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
A YCH for Karrn & Hunter


Karrn groaned, the blue dragon stretching out on a beach towel, though it had taken a bit to find one large enough and long enough for him. The dragon’s toes curled as he relaxed, exhaling softly, his blue-scaled chest rising and falling as his muscles released any unnecessary contractions they were holding.

It was good to be out on the beach, the bubble and hustle of other anthros around him, though he’d chosen a secluded spot on the end of the beach. It was a reasonably sized stretch of sand framed by cliffs and a rocky outcrop on his end, which could be walked around at low tide to another cove, although there was nothing anyone could do when the tide was in. The lifeguard kept a close eye on the water and would stop anyone from swimming or paddling out that way. Tourists didn’t really know how the currents and swell could drag an unwary soul on to the rocks.

But Karrn wasn’t all that sure he would take a dip in the water that day, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his scales too much. He’d brought a beach umbrella along with him, but he hadn’t even bothered to put it up, just soaking in the sun lazily with a very lizard-like persona. With his hands back behind his head, he carefully avoided his off-white horns, tail cast off lazily to the side of the towel.

He knew some were looking at him, their eyes grazing his scales, perhaps some with hunger, but he didn’t mind. It was that kind of beach where clothing, even for swimming in the sea, was optional, so he could have gone completely naked if he wanted. He wore a pair of loose beach shorts, so he could slide them off when he pleased. Even then, he peered out of one eye to a couple nearby, a fox sitting in a wolf’s lap as he ground down against the wolf’s knot.

He’d worried that the beach would devolve into an all-out orgy (not solely because of his presence alone), but Karrn found that was not to be the case. Sure, it was an optional clothing beach and one where sex in the open was perfectly allowable, but disturbing other beachgoers was frowned upon. So far, it looked like everyone respected the space of others, which was just fine with him.

Still, the drake wouldn’t mind at all if someone made a move on him. At that time, he was just lazing about, mildly fishing for a little attention. He’d see, in time, just what he could catch.

Hunter strolled out of the water with a grumbling purr, the full-maned lion luxuriating in a long, rolling stride. He licked his lips, tasting salt, and glanced back to his friends, who were still out with their boards. Hunter had only brought along a paddle board that day and a few untimely dunks off it had not improved his mood for the day. He was the kind of feline who was more at home on land than out in the water.

But he was not to be put out for long, the warmth of the sun spilling over him as he headed for the showers. Those were a handy thing to have down at the beach that hadn’t always been a fixture there, around the back of one of the beach bars, which was in full swing with a long queue. His nose twitched and he stepped under the showers, streaming cold, clean water over him, though he wouldn’t have minded a drink too.

That was the only problem with visiting that particular beach, or any popular spot, during the warmer seasons. They were always busy and that meant there was little chance to get a bit more space or even a timely drink at the bar. He’d considered bringing his own drinks along with him, but he felt bad about that too when the bar was one of the things that kept the beach open and flourishing as it was. It may well not have been as well maintained or guarded if not for the money that flowed there too.

As he showered off, sweeping his mane back from his face and neck as much as he could with both paws, Hunter’s eyes played over the beach. It was nearing one in the afternoon and the sands heaved, though there was more space on the edge of the beach and stretching down to where it took a bit of a walk to get to. When there were drinks and facilities, furs would congregate.

His eyes paused on a trio of dragons: green, red and white. They twisted and rolled together, though slowly, never leaving the spot on the sand they had claimed for themselves. Everyone who was enjoying a little more fun on the beach had made sure to lay down towels, for anyone who had, quite literally, had sex on the beach before knew what it was like to inadvertently get sand in sensitive places.

“Hm…”

Hunter rumbled to himself and resisted the urge to lightly shake himself off. That was too canine-like a behaviour for him and he pushed the idea away, picking up his paddleboard. It was tempting to take it back to the car, so he didn’t have to worry about it anymore, but sometimes a cat-like laziness got the better of Hunter.

Rolling his shoulders back and lightly cracking his neck, he meandered down to a cluster of towels and windbreakers that offered some shelter from the blast of the sun. It was relentless, with only some soft, fluffy clouds in the sky to occasionally offer a brief, cooling respite, so it was prudent to consider things like that. Basking in the sun was one thing, but overheating was quite another.

Heh. I’m definitely getting old.

It certainly wasn’t the sort of thing he’d have thought about in his younger days, but Hunter tried to be at least a little more careful. Sun protection was still very much a necessity, as much as he enjoyed being by the water – as long as he could wash all the salt out of his fur, that was.

Ridding himself of his board shorts, the lion lay casually out on his towel, the shade of the windbreaker cast over him to protect him, at least a little, from the overwhelming blast of the sun’s rays. His sheath warmed softly, though the lion let his eyes wander the beach and its other occupants.

Still, he could not help but be drawn into the subtle pull of eroticism that lay over the area, as if the beach itself was as prey to the tide as the ocean itself was. It would come with an inexplicable pull, in and out, and he grunted in the back of his throat as his eyes landed on a bull going down on a stallion.

He kept his attention covert, not meaning to stare intensely, which was something predators could be a little too forward in, from time to time. He had to remember to blink, to not show a negative predatory side, for it was not as if Hunter wanted to disturb them either. Licking his lips, he watched, however, as the bull’s soft, pliable lips slid down the stallion’s smooth shaft, which appeared to be mostly grey with a few, small, mottled pink patches. That wasn’t all that often seen on equine lengths, as much as it was coveted.

Hunter would very much not have minded being in the place of the stallion as his sheath plumped out, filling with the casual swell of his cock. The mildly barbed length lightly made itself known, but there was no rush to it, as if the big cat had all day long and more still to enjoy himself.

Still, his gaze locked on to the stallion, muscle clenching and releasing as he let out a grunting nicker. It was the sort of sound that appeared as if it welled up from deep within the stallion and Hunter let out a needy growl in turn, his tawny tail lashing back and forth faintly, aching for the same attention. Yet the bull was ravenous in his attention on the horse’s cock and slurped readily, a gleam of saliva coating the length as if to show exactly where he’d been.

Hunter’s cock perked up full and hard, the tip lightly tapered as he palmed his paw over the soft barbs. They were not sharp, as they would have been for his ancestors, but more like raised nodules on his cock, so they would not bend back when he withdrew from thrusting into a partner. He wouldn’t have liked if they were sharp and biting, if he was honest; as much as he enjoyed rough sex, that seemed a little too far.

The lion would rather use his claws on a partner, or bind them, using whatever means were around him to ensure they stayed right where he wanted them to be until he was good and done with them. He liked it that way – and wasn’t it all his right to know what he liked, what made his blood sing with heat?

It was not something the lion particularly thought about as he growled, long and low. A caribou nearby took note of him and looked up, licking their lips.

“Hey,” he grunted, taking a moment to clear his throat as his more thickly furred sheath plumped up with the tease of his own cock. “Why don’t you come over here for a while? No pressure.”

Hunter considered that with a flick of his tail, but the pull just wasn’t there. Arousal and desire, despite them being related, didn’t always go paw in paw, not like that.

“Hm… Maybe later,” he rumbled with an easy smile. “But thanks.”

The anthro caribou nodded and settled back down on their elbows, legs stretched out in front of them. There was never to be any coercion at such an event – and Hunter had a feeling he’d found one he wanted to shoot his shot with.

The blue dragon seemed to glow as he paced towards him, his bare hind paws shifting the sand as he left soft prints behind him, the outlines of them not quite defined. The sand was so soft there would never be a fixed print left behind in that part of the beach and that somehow encapsulated the changeable, soft nature of the private beach in just the right away. At least, that was the case for Hunter as he admired the lines of the drake’s body.

Karrn caught the lion’s attention instantly and, less than covertly, slid his shades into place on top of his snout while wriggling out of his beach shorts to reveal himself. It was a discreet way to watch someone without showing off that he was interested, even if the drake may well have known his fate was sealed at that very moment. He quivered deliciously as his lips parted, though Karrn held back just enough to stop his tongue from sliding from his mouth and swiping between his lips.

It could have been alluring, but the dragon had already hooked what he needed. The lion stalked towards him with a lazy swish to his tail with all the air of a big cat taking in their prey. But Karrn was no stranger to being looked over with that sense of hunger, like he was something to be taken and claimed.

Mmm…

He hummed under his breath, though otherwise kept the sound low and quiet. The clamour of the beach fell away from him, though Karrn had more than enough space around him to feel like he had his own little sliver of warm heaven. His blue-scaled tail twisted and curled back and forth through the sand as the grains sifted over it, though he had no intention of stirring up the ground all that much. Not until the lion stood over him, his hard cock leading the way.

Karrn took a deep breath, too sharp to be discreet – but could he really care about that anymore? He couldn’t drag his eyes away from that dick, how each barb on the length was nicely defined, though the drake would not have even minded if they were the sharp, biting kind. That could be fun too, and his shaft fleshed up a little, filling with blood even as it rested lightly against his groin. The lion’s barbs, however, looked thick and soft and fleshy.

“Hey.”

The lion called his attention, but the dragon’s eyes still did not rise from his cock. He slid the sunglasses down his snout, revealing a little more of his own attention, but the lion’s dark lips only twitched up in a casual grin.

“Hey, yourself,” Karrn said back, though there was no longer anyone around him that could have possibly called his attention. “You seem to have come a long way to see me.”

“Oh, yeah,” the lion said. “All the way across the country… There’s no border that could keep me away from what I want.”

Karrn shivered, despite the heat of the day. Damn, that was hot.

“And how are you about taking what you want?”

The dragon’s cock plumped up more, throbbing to full hardness as a small bead of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. It was not large enough, however, to spill down the length of his meat, despite the pink length aching for touch, for pleasure – for anything.

Hunter licked his lips.

“Depends on how forceful I get to me,” he growled, eyes darting to the beach supplies Karrn had brought with him. “I can tame anyone that wants to be put in their place. What’s your name?”

The dragon held his breath and Hunter wondered if he’d pushed him too far. It was all part of working out where the boundaries were, so he knew just how far he could go. Of course, they could chat about things more plainly too, but it was all about listening to the other when it came to sex, reading their bodies and, as always, being focused on verbal communication too.

Karrn swallowed a groan. When it came to communication, sometimes, however, things were not so explicitly put. It came in other ways, like a covert glance, opening up the body in invitation of something more. There may be verbal cues to pay heed to also, but the dragon was already smitten by the lion, his easy, controlling presence. It was safe and secure – and that was exactly what it felt like he needed at that time.

“Karrn,” he said, after a pause, a warm ripple drawing through his body. “Name’s Karrn.”

He didn’t bother taking the time to ask for Hunter’s. It didn’t feel right: the lion would give it if he wanted to. For that was not the position the dragon was in at that time, set below the big cat and letting himself sensationally sink into the feline’s presence. As if it was all a given, though Karrn was all too aware of the lion keeping a very close eye on him, the feline stepped over him and sank to his knees.

Right over the dragon’s chest. Karrn stifled a groan, even though there was really no need for him to, heart suddenly pounding in his chest in a way he had not anticipated. It seared through him as the lion’s knees squeezed in on either side of his shoulders, though it was how the feline casually took up his wrists that had the drake’s cock throbbing, harder than ever. It was a good thing he’d squirmed out of his board shorts when he’d had the chance, or else he may not have minded the lion shredding them with his claws too.

He did have to get back to the car, however, without being pounced on… Not that it was altogether a thought that Karrn would have wanted to remain fantasy.

But there was someone else to focus on as he parted his lips, the long, pink spill of his tongue pouring from his mouth. He needed it, grunting in the back of his throat, but took his time too, as if he too could test the lion.

The tip of his tongue flicked against the head of Hunter’s cock, pressing and bobbing against his lips. It was ready for him and the drake drew things out a little, the slender length of his tongue curling and wrapping around the lion’s meat. Hunter growled, licking his lips, though speared his hips casually forward as he kept a watch on the dragon, though there was no discomfort there he could see.

That tongue cradled his cock perfectly as he groaned in the back of his throat, Hunter’s lips parting in a breathy rasp.

“Mmm. Name’s Hunter.”

Karrn’s eyes flicked up to him, but the dragon did not pause in the moment, perhaps as enamoured by it as the lion was. Things like that could be as they were and Hunter ignored their curious onlookers. Maybe others around them had wanted to spend time with either of them – but they would have to merely indulge in voyeuristic thrill alone when it came to them.

The lion’s name spun through Karrn’s head, but the dragon pressed on, folding and pressing his lips smoothly around that barbed cock. It was a little different from any member he had enjoyed recently, but the lion’s overbearing, easily dominant presence relaxed him more than he could have put into words. Only, he sank into his role of the moment, even as Hunter’s paw closed around his wrists, holding him down.

He didn’t have to be aware of anything more as Hunter took over all manner of control from him, though that was all as Karrn wanted. A tremor rumbled through him and the tip of his tail twitched in the sand, the weight on his wrists intoxicating in the best of ways. Oh, that restriction… Why was it always the sort of thing that made him want to lean into it even more, as if he could use it to ground himself in a moment that would otherwise sweep him away?

The dragon may have been a switch, but there was a pleasure to being in the bottom role, the beach umbrella tilting askew where it had not been buried deep enough into the sand, revealing more of his scales. Heat spilled over his scales and Karrn let out a rumbling moan around the lion’s cock, though Hunter leaned on his wrists a little more. He may not have known quite what that meant, but he still focused all his attention on that shaft, as if nothing else at all could ever have existed.

His tongue teased around the barbs, wriggling and slurping to the extent he was able, for the thickness of the lion’s meat took up rather a lot of space in his mouth – despite the fact that the drake’s muzzle was longer, well-designed for sucking cock. Karrn grunted, drooling a little, but there was no one who wanted to wipe away such a tease of need.

Hunter moaned, power thrumming through him. Yes… The dragon was the best partner to have in that moment, amongst all the others who were there at the beach too that day. It didn’t matter that others had made eyes at him, watching the shift and contraction of muscles under his fur, or even that they’d outright ogled his cock. All that mattered was that he had his throbbing dick buried in the perfect muzzle, the drake’s soft lips coaxed around him with barely any guidance at all.

It was up to the lion to thrust, rolling his hips to spear deeply into the drake’s mouth. His cock was not quite long enough, with a muzzle like the dragon’s, to push into the back of Karrn’s mouth, but that didn’t need to be a goal. It was much better to have that tongue wriggling around him and he relaxed just enough that the drake could make use of it.

“Ah, fuck…”

Hunter groaned as Karrn’s tongue played tenaciously over the head of his shaft, sweeping around the light edge of the glands and teasing out his sensitive spots. He sucked in a breath, chest heaving sharply, lips pulling into a settled grin. It was easy to take his time with the dragon, thrusting lightly, though he’d never really considered how sensitive his glands could be. Recent partners had been the type to like it hard and fast, or sucked so furiously around his cock that pleasure rushed upon him before he had a chance to really appreciate it.

He grunted, licking his lips. No… He wanted to take his time, to really savour it. Sex was more than just a release, but the build-up was something to be taken in too, to be absorbed even on the beach with the glow of the sun bearing down.

His eyes went back to the dragon’s bag, which had spilled open on to the top of his towel. He didn’t seem to have much in there, but there was a length of cord that made up the handles of his bag in a modern style. It may not have been something Hunter would carry with him usually, but it would do – with a slice of his sharp claws, of course.

Transferring the dragon’s wrists to one paw, he held Karrn lightly down while he thrust into his mouth, grinding once again over the dragon’s flexible, wet tongue. Karrn’s cheeks even hollowed very mildly as he sucked around him, sealing his lips tightly around Hunter’s cock and almost forcing the lion to thrust more shallowly so the barbs would not pop out. Yet the lion moved quickly, cutting through the cord handle with his claws and sliding it free of the body of the bag.

It would do, even though it was clunky and a little too short to do what he really wanted. But it was more of a power play and a move designed to show the dragon just who he belonged to – for their time on the beach, that was. The cord length may have been well-suited to sliding sensually around the dragon’s neck in a seductive slide against his scales, though Hunter worked with what he had available to him to neatly tie his wrists together. It restricted Karrn enough, binding his wrists tightly, that the dragon squirmed, blinking up at Hunter.

He groaned around the cat’s cock, letting it sink deeper into his mouth still, as if he was relaxing into it, soft and mouldable around Hunter’s shaft. It was the right place to be as heat sang through him, though that warmth was not from the sun.

It was from so much more than that – and partly the feeling that there were so many eyes on him, watching him suck the lion’s cock. His scales prickled with intoxicating desire, his own cock throbbing and, so far, untended to. They all wanted him, from wolves to antelope to leopards: all kinds of anthros frequented that beach and he would have let them all take him, one way or the other.

Did they focus on how his lips slid smoothly over that cock, the barbs bumping against them as they passed by? Or were they eyeing up his own shaft, wondering if they were in a position to slip on to it while Hunter made use of Karrn’s muzzle? They could even have been watching Hunter, how his muscles contracted while he rocked forward, glutes squeezing to get the most out of the moment.

“Mmm…”

And then there was the lion’s groan, rolling through him as if he was being drawn in, all in the very best of ways. Karrn grunted around him, trying to look up, but the position was too close to allow him to do so, despite everything. So, he had to lean into sensation, even inhaling deeply to allow the feline musk of the lion to sink into his system. There was so much to a moment like that other than what he could see and Karrn groaned through each and every breath he managed to drag into his lungs, Hunter’s knees squeezing firmly around him until there was nothing more for Karrn other than him.

As long as he focused on the lion above all else, Karrn had everything he needed and more. At least, for the time being.

Hunter moaned, licking his lips in a pink flash of tongue. Only briefly, his eyes roamed the beach, scanning over gazes directed at him, though he revelled in the exhibitionist thrill of the position he’d put himself in. His tail flicked back and forth, but the eyes of a fox watching him didn’t go to it. They only had eyes for his cock, where it disappeared into Karrn’s mouth, over and over again.

It could be hypnotic, even to him, but he enjoyed others wanting to be there, whether in his position or Karrn’s position. His skin tingled wantonly, as if every eye on him was actually grazing his flesh, fingers and claws teasing through his fur. Yet Hunter had all he needed as his thrusts sped up, lightly pressing Karrn’s tongue into the bottom of his mouth, so he could take control.

“He needs to cum in that dragon’s mouth.”

“Better take him under his tail.”

“Nuh-uh, I’d ride that lion dick all day long.”

Comments from others washed over him and Hunter’s tail lashed smugly. He was completely confident that he’d made the right decision in choosing the dragon, however, for Karrn’s tongue squirmed under his cock, allowing him to take his liberties with him. Karrn twisted lightly under him, though it was only a thrust up, trying to get a drop of his own pleasure as the heat of the experience seared through them.

Demonstrating innate feline flexibility, though he had a fair bit of muscle on him, the lion braced and arched back, leaning towards Karrn’s cock. It was a crime to leave a shaft like that without attention, even if the kind of attention Hunter felt was most suitable was to tease, to draw out pleasure bit by bit and show exactly who was in control there.

Karrn gasped around that length of cock the moment the lion’s paw touched his shaft in a ghosting touch, sliding over his smoother flesh with an intimate caress. Yet it was not light for long as he closed his paw around that cock, even if the angle was not all that well suited for Hunter. It put the lion in a sensually arched position, pushing his shoulders back, but he couldn’t balance well there, even though he contracted his abs as much as possible.

The dragon moaned and shuddered as Hunter pumped his cock, up and down. His fingers caressed the glands, thumb teasing over the tip and smearing a drop of pre-cum down his cock, but Karrn barely even noticed. There was too much, almost, going on at once as he groaned, head swimming with sudden pulses of pleasure.

There was serving and there was desire…but he had both, everything he could ever have wanted. Yet Karrn was not surprised in the slightest that the lion pulled away from him, suddenly rising with Karrn leaning after him. He moaned, trying to recapture that cock within his mouth even as the string of saliva connecting them snapped free, but Hunter merely grabbed him by his bound wrists.

“Up, dragon.”

Karrn moaned as he was helped around on to all fours, a firm push from the lion shoving his chest down to the towel. It had been shifted and rumpled during their fun so far, with some sand spilling on to it. It was not too much of a problem and, frankly, Karrn did not care. He would have gone through a lot more discomfort as he sucked in a needy breath, lungs inflating but not settling the strain aching through him.

He needed it, that cock. His wrists were flung out in front of him as he bowed down reverently for the lion, Hunter’s cock prodding at his tail hole as if he already owned it. Karrn huffed wetly, licking his lips in a lewd slap of his tongue, trying to rock back on to the lion’s cock.

“Unff…” He managed to force out, amused vaguely by his lack of eloquence in the moment. “Please…”

“So needy.”

Hunter growled throatily as he pressed the head of his cock slowly into Karrn’s tail hole, stretching him out as they incited others around them to fuck. There may have been love in it, for some of them, but there was no rush to it – and Hunter didn’t care what was between others anyway. It was not for him to concern himself with or judge, for he had the best piece of tail on the whole beach already.

The dragon so readily raised his tail for him as Hunter bore in close to him, letting his cock tease deep into that hot and ready tail hole. Karrn took his cock like he had been waiting for it, hissing through his teeth and pushing back to him. He had thought he’d need to go more slowly, not having any lube handy, but Karrn opened up around him as the intoxicating heat of his hole welcomed him in.

It was too inviting to thrust as he admired the bound dragon’s musculature, how his shoulders and upper back looked more defined with his arms stretched out before him. He had not even tried to get free of his bondage, even if that might have been possible, but the dragon’s fingers did not even twitch towards the tight knots, not even once. He was comfortable in his position, taking Hunter’s dick deep, tail pushed back up against the lion’s chest and over his shoulder, draped as if he had merely become an accessory to the lion.

Karrn moaned aloud, tongue dangling and draping from his mouth as the lion used every inch of cock he had at his disposal. He may not have felt quite ready to be stretched like that, but his body took everything and he was glad of that, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. His needy cock twitched, slowly dripping an increasing volume of pre-cum, but Karrn could not do anything about him. To him, his light bondage was more about stopping him from masturbating, entrusting his pleasure entirely to the lion.

He squeezed around that cock, clenching a little hard, experimenting with it. He grunted, opening and closing his jaws as he tried to settle himself, if only a little. Yet it took Hunter reaching around, smoothly, under his lower abdomen to grasp his cock once more to get him whimpering.

“Ah… Yes… Please…”

Karrn tried to rock into Hunter’s touch, yet the dragon found himself torn between grinding back on the lion’s cock and pushing into his paw. It was the perfect kind of position to be put in and he quivered in place while the lion took care of him, thrusting harder and faster, follow the lure of their bodies.

For that was all that really mattered, even as Karrn’s eyes wandered over a badger getting their cock sucked by a bear, though the latter seemed to dwarf them bodily. The size difference too was alluring, but nothing could truly take his concentration away from the dick under his tail, the lion’s nuts lightly bouncing off him with every rampant stroke. The dragon, if only for a moment, experimented with pressing back, but it was more inviting still to sink into the moment and stay still, allowing Hunter to do whatever it was he wanted to him.

Murmurs of conversation, or more comments, reached Karrn’s ears, but the dragon let them pass over him. They didn’t need to concern themselves with lustful eyes, not even then, but the lion leaned over him, a heavy paw residing in the middle of Karrn’s upper back. It was clear what that meant: stay put. But he had no desire to go anywhere as the lion took care of him, stroking his cock with the skilled fold of his fingers around the drake’s length.

Karrn huffed, grunting, head swimming. He tried to focus, but even the beach itself seemed to have taken on a dreamlike quality, as if to see anything else around him would have required something from him he simply was not willing to give. His knees dug into the towel and the sand underneath, teeth snapping at empty air, but Karrn wasn’t going anywhere. Not as heat swelled through him, aching deep, though it was the kind of heat that could so easily be satisfied, if only it was allowed out.

Hunter kept up the pace as Karrn howled and half-twisted, restraining himself only just in time. It was not as if he could move all that much anyway, merely bucking back at Hunter with the push of bliss coursing through him. Before he knew it, ecstasy was upon him, his cock jetting off with thick, demanding spurts of cum, painting the towel under him. As his cock twitched, matching every pulse of need thrumming through his body, some of his own seed even splattered back up against his abdomen, marking his scales.

But his orgasm was not the main event, not even then. It was all about the lion powering into him, hips bouncing off his ass with every single thrust of his cock. And Karrn needed it too, despite only being able to shudder in place, letting every moment ache deliciously through him. For it was all for him to take and he groaned long and low, panting openly, barely even aware of what he was doing.

Hunter thrust harder, faster, the lion’s hips a seeming blur – but that was merely the effect of his rich, tawny fur, the heat of the day. He bared his teeth, showing off the sharp points, as he slammed in deep, trusting Karrn to take every thrust. Barely holding back before, the lion finally let go as he let out a blast of a roar, feeling it rise from deep within his chest. It seemed to echo across the beach, turning heads even further afield, but Hunter didn’t care.

All that existed, right then and there, was him and the dragon. They took all they needed from each other, fitting perfectly together in top and bottom roles. Karrn trembled against the lion’s might as he crammed his cock deep, refusing to let even a single inch of it go to waste as he pressed up as closely as possible to the resounding heat of the dragon’s scales. Scale on fur contact trembled between them as both dragon and lion heaved in bliss, dragging in big gulps of air that didn’t truly help.

It remained about their need, even in the spending of it. Hunter pressed over him, releasing his cock as Karrn grew a little too sensitive, seeming to know the exact right moment that the dragon needed him to back off. Only then did Karrn realise his tail hole was a little sore too, but he did not care when he had that cock still stuffed inside him, remaining as hard as ever.

He wanted to be more intimately acquainted with that cock, for much longer than he had been so far. It was all he needed, grunting throatily, blinking as someone turned the beach umbrella so it cast shade back over them once more. That was much needed and Karrn puffed a sigh of relief, feeling rather than hearing Hunter’s chuckle roll through him.

“Another round, dragon?”

Karrn groaned and licked his lips, though his mouth felt dryer than ever. Maybe he needed a drink too, but he was sure that could be arranged.

“Yeah… Yes.”

Hunter grinned.

The summer party at the beach had got a lot more interesting than even he’d thought it’d be…
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