The Festival of Love

Squinting his eyes and peering off into the horizon, Opal could see a large wooden wall down in a valley, hundreds of huge poles driven down into the earth to create a bulwark for a village. Cyrus stepped next to the purple kobold, smiling as he spotted the sturdy towers and the colourful banners of his home, his clan's village, the place where he had spent the first few decades of his life training to eventually travel the world. Dragonkin would always return to their ancestral lands, if at all possible, every five years to celebrate Ember's End, a festival of brotherhood and joy. Cyrus had missed the celebrations the last time around, having been left marooned after a fierce storm and a shipwreck at the time, so he was quite looking forward to being able to enjoy both the festival as well as the company of his friends and family once again. Opal was very excited as well, the young boy having heard much about the celebration from his mentor, a big smile on his face as he strolled onwards with a spring in his step. Not long after the pair had gotten within eyesight of the village, the kobold felt someone watching him, glancing up to see someone standing in one of the watchtowers and staring down at the two, the shadowy form retreating back and disappearing quickly. Only a few minutes later, another dragonkin ran out from the front gates, his hide dark green in colour, wrapped in a light merchant's garb, as large and muscled as Cyrus, his hands wide open to greet the arriving duo, 
"Cyrus, there you are! I was thinking you might have gotten yourself stuck on another rock again!"
Cyrus laughed and hugged the other dragon, the two patting each other on the back, 
"I'll have you know, it wasn't me who managed to get the damned ship stuck on those rocks, I was just the idiot who paid good money to that amateur."
The black-scaled dragon turned around to his apprentice, his arm still around the other dragonkin as he smiled, 
"This is Theron, we trained together while I was younger. And Theron, this is Opal, my apprentice."
Theron nodded courteously at the small boy, motioning towards the village, the smell of lavish cooking and large bonfires already lingering in the air, 
"Well, let's go enjoy the festivities, you two can tell me all about the adventures I'm sure you've gotten up to!" 

The group were both greeted by a cavalcade of dragonkin, Cyrus greeting his friends, family, and associates before the three sat down at a table in the village square, the middle of the town having been cleared of the stalls and markets that usually littered it to make way for rows of large tables. Bonfires were constructed all around the village, some simply providing a nice view and a perfect place for the cold-blooded dragons to bask in front of, while others were used for roasting whole carcasses of deer and boar. Gentle laughter and conversation fluttered across the whole town as Opal enjoyed a delicious meal, the kobold only barely able to finish his serving before a smiling dragonkin would come along and throw another slab of meat onto his plate, his eyes rolling back and his belly feeling like it was about to burst as Cyrus and Theron chuckled at him. The two dragons eagerly shovelled the food into their maws, chasing each mouthful down with a generous gulp of wine, the friends ending the dinner with a small competition to see which of the two could drink the most mead, Cyrus finally capitulating after the seventh mug. As the day went on and the sunny blue skies began turning more purple, the group slowly splintered off from the rest of the crowd, wanting to find a more quiet place to relax and chat. Theron led the trio into a small stable near the edge of the village, grunting as he sat down on a bale of hay, pouring himself another mug of wine from the bottle that he had brought along, 
"This place ought to be good enough, the horses are all out in the field since it's so warm."
Opal sat in the sidelines and watched closely as the two dragons chatted, noticing an odd glint in their eyes for just a second as they stared at each other, a smirk creeping on his muzzle as he finally realised what he had sensed for the whole evening, 
"You two… you're not just friends… are you?" 
The pair laughed, Cyrus glancing at Theron, 
"I suppose not, no. We're… well… we've helped each other along throughout the years, whether it be with training or lust."
Theron grinned, looking down at the boy, 
"And I'm betting that this horny deviant here hasn't been able to keep his hands off of you, has he, Opal? Because I know I certainly couldn't."
The kobold blushed and stared at the ground as a roaring laughter filled the stable. 

After spending some time talking about all the lewd exploits that Cyrus and Opal had gotten up to, as well as guzzling down a few more mugs of wine and stout, the two dragons began feeling rather frisky, the kobold watching with keen desire as the well built males huffed and laughed, their hot breath fogging up in the cool evening air. Finally, Theron stood up from his seat, setting down the bottle he had been drinking from and spilling a few drops of the amber liquid as he grinned, 
"I think I've got to test out the prowess of your little disciple here, see that you haven't been teaching him complete nonsense~! What'dya say, kobold, care to have a little match?"
Opal stood up, glancing up at the much larger and more muscular man, a slight bit of hesitation on his face before he steadied his breath and nodded, getting an approving chuckle from the green dragon. Cyrus smirked as he grabbed a broom and spun it around, using the handle to draw a large circle on the dusty floor, 
"You might regret this, Theron, he learns quick~! The first one pinned on the ground or out of the circle loses."
The two combatants took their places on opposite sides of the circle, Theron squatting down slightly and grabbing his knees with his hands. With a wave of his arm, Cyrus started the match, Opal dodging his opponent's first attempt at a grapple and wrapping his hands on Theron's right leg, giving it a hard tug backwards, pulling it from under the dragon. The green scalie fell forwards onto the ground with a light thud, quickly turning onto his back just as the small boy hopped on top of him, attempting to pin him onto the ground. Cyrus roared warmly as he watched, cheering for his student, 
"C'mon Opal, you've almost got him!" 
The kobold laid down on top of the dragonkin, trying to keep the man down as he grunted and puffed, his eyes widening slightly as he suddenly felt a hard lump pressing against his lower belly. Taking advantage of his opponent's momentary lapse in concentration, Theron managed to get Opal into a hold that the boy wasn't able to just slip out of, flipping around and pinning the feminine teen against the ground. The kobold struggled for a few moments before finally grunting and tapping the dragon on the arm, signaling his surrender, 
"Gah! Alright, alright, I give up, you win!" 
Theron smiled as he stood up, extending a hand down to help the boy up, 
"No need to feel bad, I think I've got about 90 extra years of training when compared to you. Still, you fought well, very well! I guess you're not just a fine piece of flank~" 

Theron patted the small kobold on the back before glancing over to the side, a small row of clay pots giving him an idea, a slight smirk on his face as he looked back, 
"With a warrior like this, I'm sure Cyrus has given you some lessons in painting your body with our symbols, right~?" 
Opal felt his cheeks growing hot as he struggled to not show his amusement, his mind replaying all of the late nights of him and his teacher painting each other's bodies, the sessions often quickly slipping into lewd groping and outright breeding,
"Yes, he's… given me a few lessons on that…" 
"Good. A battle like this is a worthy occasion to decorate our bodies I'd say~" 
Theron walked over to the pots, picking two up and setting them on the ground before kneeling down, opening the lids. Inside was a chalky and white paste, paint used to embellish the furs of the stable's steeds before battle or parades, not quite as luxurious or fancy as the paints generally used for dragonkin hides but good enough for a night of playing around. The dragon began removing his clothes, Cyrus laughing as he joined in, stripping his armour and setting it on the ground, both of the large males soon completely nude. Opal watched closely, his eyes eagerly exploring the body of his new friend, Theron's form matching his mentor's in many ways. The green dragonkin had a large scar across his upper chest, a slight discoloration running through the wounded area, leaving a streak of white beginning at his belly and ending right below his right shoulder. Shaken from his admiration by an expectant look from Cyrus, Opal quickly undressed himself, walking right between the two kneeling males, coaxed to sit down on the ground. Theron dipped two fingers into the white paint before dragging the digits across the kobold's belly, drawing intricate shapes and figures on his scales, the other dragonkin joining in on the painting. He closed his eyes in bliss, the feeling of the large hands groping him almost too much for him to bear, his cock quickly beginning to peek out from between his legs. He dipped one of his hands into the jar, leaving small handprints across both of the dragons' bodies as he watched their dicks gently bobbing up and down, the muffled sounds of the festivities outside almost drowning out the quiet huffs and moans in the stable. 

Huddled together in one big mass of muscles and sweaty lust, the two dragons let their hands wander all around the boy's body, almost all pretense of body painting having been dropped, Cyrus accidentally knocking over one of the pots of paint with his tail as he climbed on top of the kobold, a gentle and low growling coming from him, a dragon custom similar to a feline's purr. He massaged his student's chest, moving down further and further until he was dragging lines of white paint on the teen's belly, his fangs peeking out from his muzzle as he looked at his friend, still eager to keep the competitive spirit alive,
"How about another contest, between you and me? We take Opal's tailhole, and whoever lasts longest will win~" 
Before the kobold could even say anything, Theron laughed and spread his legs apart, the dragonkin's cock at full mast, a drop of precum the size of a blueberry sliding down his shaft, 
"I guess you want to keep being humiliated. You're on~" 
"Good, I'll go first."
Cyrus gently turned the boy around and picked him up, lifting him up onto all fours while he knelt behind him, his tail quickly lifting up and out of the way as he rested a hand against his lower back. Theron sat back to watch as Opal closed his eyes, biting his lower lip to keep his muzzle shut as he felt the hot and throbbing tip grinding against his hole. He'd taken his teacher plenty of times before, however he hadn't ever done it with someone watching him, the audience making him both slightly nervous and very excited, his rod bouncing up and slapping against his belly as he glanced in the direction of the green dragon. After a few moments of adjustment and aiming, Cyrus had his tip lodged between the kobold's ass cheeks, his eyes admiring the boy's slender form and curvy hips as he pushed inside, driving his length in slowly. Theron leaned back and stroked himself, smirking at the sight, 
"You're going to have to go faster than that if you don't want to be disqualified, what's the point of seeing who can last the longest if you're going to go at a snail's pace the whole time~?" 
Cyrus grunted playfully at his friend's comment, holding onto the smaller scalie's thighs with both hands as he bucked into Opal, slamming his entire shaft balls deep into the boy, both moaning in unison. He quickly built up an impressive speed to his thrusts, sliding his cock in and out of the teen's tailhole, Opal huffing and panting against his hands as he took his mentor, his upper half knocked against the ground by the ferocity of the pounding. 

Cyrus groaned and moaned for close to ten minutes before he eventually felt the finish line drawing near, trying to delay the inevitable by as much as he could while still keeping up the pace of his bucking, his tail thwacking against the ground with a hard slap every time he hilted his cock. No matter how much he tried to hold back his orgasm, the boy's adorable moans and squeaks pushed him over the edge, the dragon leaning down and wrapping his arms around the kobold's belly to embrace his lover and student as he came. Opal dragged his claws across the ground and writhed in pure pleasure as he felt the spurts of seed filling up his tailhole, the feeling of the tight hug very familiar to him, but always exhilarating nonetheless. Still clenching his ass around the length in him, Cyrus eventually pulled out, the dragonkin resting his cock on the boy's back, the last handful of shots painting white lines across the beautiful purple scales. He staggered up to his feet for just a moment, quickly crashing down on a nearby stool to catch his breath as he smiled contently, happy with his performance, 
"There's your time to beat, unless you want to save yourself the humiliation and just give up now~" 
Theron laughed as he stood up, holding his cock at the base, giving his balls a gentle squeeze and licking his lips, 
"Hah, not a chance! Mostly just because I know I'll win, but also because I couldn't give up the opportunity to try out your little pupil here~"
He moved behind the boy, looking down at the well-used and winking tailhole, thick cum oozing out of it, making for a very delectable and irresistible sight. He sat down on the ground next to the kobold, grabbing and coaxing the teen onto his lap, sitting Opal down onto his rod. The dragon's shaft was not quite as long as Cyrus', however it had a tad more girth, making sure that the tailhole was nice and snug even with it being sloppy seconds. Opal rode on Theron's cock, his hands pushing off of the dragonkin's lap to help slide his ass up the shaft, the slight differences in shape and size making the experience even more exciting for him. His tip bounced up and down between his legs, his muzzle hanging open as he was pounded, lasting for just over eight minutes before the stimulation was too much for him, the kobold shaking as he came. Shots of cum arced across the air, small in comparison to the dragonkins' loads, some landing onto the ground while others smeared onto the pair's legs. Opal's orgasm caused Theron to cum as well, the green dragon leaning back and roaring as he tried to squeeze as much of his length inside of the tailhole, sperm leaking onto his thighs. 

As his friend slowly pulled out from the kobold, Cyrus couldn't help but to gloat slightly, grinning and chuckling, 
"Well now, I'm fairly certain that you lost there, didn't you?" 
Theron struggled to breathe, still occasionally grimacing from another wave of clenching as he tried to pull out from the boy, 
"That's… that's not fair, not fair at all! I'm just a bit drunk, if I wasn't then I would've lasted at least double your time."
"I'm just as drunk as you are, no excuse."
"I believe it wasn't you who won the drinking contest, so I'd have to dispute that. Either way, you also had the advantage of having the kobold following you around, not everyone gets to have their own little personal stress relief toy, some of us occasionally get a li'l pent up from time to time."
"Is that more excuses and whining I hear?" 
"Alright, okay, you win. Congratulations. But I definitely want a rematch soon~" 
"That's more than fine by me~" 
Opal grabbed onto a barrel nearby to him, wrenching himself off of the ground, his knees still wobbly and unsteady as he tried to stand up, his creampied backside leaking down his legs as he smiled weakly, 
"And… and it's also… very fine by me!"
The two dragons laughed, Cyrus grabbing up his student and sitting the boy on his lap, gently petting Opal as the three all relaxed for a moment, 
"You know, I used to have just about the exact same training regiment when I was growing up, including the 'stretching' parts."
The kobold looked up at Cyrus, cocking his head slightly, 
"Really? You did… all this… with your teachers as well?" 
Theron laughed, 
"Of course, where do you think he learned all of it? He was the most unashamed little whore of us all, I don't think there was ever a day that he wasn't offering up his tailhole to the older dragons, or stuffing his maw up their flanks~" 
Opal giggled, his amusement only intensifying as he noticed Cyrus blushing slightly, the boy not used to seeing his mentor shy about anything. The obsidian dragon cleared his throat, trying not to make his glowing cheeks too obvious, 
"It was good training, it really was! Plus, learning can't just be nothing except hard work, there needs to be some time for relaxation and enjoyment as well."
The three all laughed together, the roar of the festivities outside still carrying strong. 

The group spent some time talking about the antics of the two dragons, Opal giggling and asking questions about everything lewd the two had gotten up to, the conversation much more open and relaxed after the kobold had gotten to properly know his new friend both inside and out. After a handful of minutes chatting about the time he had managed to sneak inside of the village elder's room in the middle of the night to give some favours, Cyrus groaned and stood up from his seat, the large quantities of wine and other liquors that he had drunk quickly making their way through his body, his bladder telling him that it was finally time to pop the cork. He walked over off to the side, still completely naked, 
"I hope you two don't mind, really need to take a leak but I don't think the others would much appreciate me strolling around without any clothes trying to get to the latrines during the festivities."
Holding his half stiff cock in his hand, the dragon aimed his tip at a pile of straw near the corner of the stall, hoping that the bedding might soak up his mess without it being too obvious. He was slightly startled as a purple shape suddenly appeared next to him, Opal standing with a wide stance right next to him, a smirk on the kobold's face, 
"I kinda need to go as well~" 
Grinning and shaking his head, Cyrus closed his eyes and huffed out of relief, a thick arc of golden liquid shooting through the air and splattering on the hay. Opal released his bladder as well, his much smaller arc hitting the wall, his eyes focused solely on the throbbing member right next to his face. Slowly, he reached out to grab it, holding it steady for his mentor, feeling it pulse in his hands. He moved his thumb to the tip, hovering it over the shower of piss, the steaming hot liquid drenching his finger. Without hesitation, the kobold flopped down onto the pile of straw, letting the pee splatter against his chest as he moaned, stroking his own cock. Wanting to get in on the fun, Theron walked next to his friend and aimed his tip at the boy in front, his golden shower raining directly down on Opal's shaft, the high pressure surge tickling and massaging the teen's sensitive length. 

The kobold rubbed one of his hands across his chest, spreading and soaking in the warm liquid being poured onto him, his other hand still working on his dick, his legs squirming around as he panted heavily, the two dragons grinning and chuckling. He reached one of his feet up towards Theron, slipping the man's rod between his toes while simultaneously grabbing onto his teacher's cock, jerking off both of the males that were showering him, the hissing and the trickle of urine mingling with the trio's gentle moans and gasps. Both of the men had been drinking heavily for the whole evening, the dragonkin tolerance for alcohol being extremely high, their bladders full enough to give the boy a very thorough washing, Cyrus' stream coming to an end after a full minute of pissing, the other scalie stopping a few seconds after. Dripping wet and completely covered in pee from head to toe, Opal sat up on the pile of straw, wanting to give his warm thanks for being marked. He opened up his maw and let his tongue hang out, seductively licking the drippings off of his lips while his hands pumped the two dragons, his fingers slowly creeping down to the pair's balls to very gently tease and fondle the heavy sacks. He pulled the shafts close together, rubbing and frotting the lengths before taking both of their tips into his muzzle at the same time, using his agile and long tongue to just barely wrap around the girth of them both, suckling off the last few droplets of urine with a moan. Cyrus grunted with satisfaction, putting an arm around his friend's shoulder and pulling Theron closer, the two sharing an amused look before he leaned in for a slow but passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling together as they were sucked off by the boy. Getting more and more excited, Cyrus laid his other hand on his associate's chest, rubbing and groping around, Theron returning the favour by playing with his golden nipple rings. Opal could sense that the duo were getting close, preparing himself for a messy finish, the load of just one dragonkin being a lot to deal with on its own. He put everything into his oral work, cramming the two shafts as far down into his throat as he could, using every trick of tongue acrobatics that he had learned from his mentor, stroking and milking the base of their cocks with his hands. After a few moments of intensifying grunts and moans, Cyrus exploded in his maw, showering the back of his throat with a sticky surprise, the green dragon arriving a moment later to double the amount of hot seed that was being pumped down into his belly, his muzzle overflowing and a pool of cum spilling out onto the ground no matter how fast he tried to swallow his prize. 

Slowly sliding his shaft out from his student's mouth, Cyrus stumbled backwards and fell down onto his seat, drained both literally as well as figuratively. Theron looked down between the kobold's legs, noticing the boy's cock as stiff as a nail, twitching and begging for attention. Wanting to give back for the two times now that he'd unloaded inside of the younger male, he smiled and turned around, laying down with his head resting on his hands, his sly eyes looking back at the teen as he slowly lifted up his tail, 
"You can do whatever you'd like with me, I don't like leaving the people I sleep with unsatisfied~" 
Opal watched the dragon's pucker for a few seconds, slightly taken back at the offer, more used to eagerly giving his body to other males rather than being the top. Snapping out of his daze, he dove down onto his belly, crawling down under the man's tail and nuzzling his maw right against the tailhole, his dick squeezed between his belly and the ground as he began eating out the dragonkin, his tongue sliding in and out of the hole in between kissing and licking the delicious pink donut. Moaning against the taint of the larger male, Opal's erection only grew in size and sensitivity with each lick, his hands shaking as he hurriedly staggered up onto his knees, shuffling closer and leading his tip towards the asshole. Like a wild animal in heat, he found the soft hole after a few moments of fumbling, his voice quivering as he pushed inside, drool running down his chin. He couldn't hold back his intensity, burying his cock balls deep into the man's backside as fast as he could, the dragon's experience and advantage in size meaning that Theron didn't mind the boy's frantic pounding. The kobold moaned and whimpered as the tight ring squeezed around the base of his length, his tail curling around his own leg as he came inside, shuddering with every rope that he deposited into the tailhole. 

Opal flopped down on top of the dragon, hugging the thick tail as the last few drops of cum were milked out from him, Theron simply grinning back at him as he weakly pulled himself out and rolled onto his back, his body marinated with urine and stained with cum. Cyrus sat down on the ground next to the pair, gently petting his student as he kissed his friend on the muzzle, Theron quietly mumbling, 
"We've got to do this more often, I'm not sure I can wait around for another five years before seeing you two again~" 
"I think we could find some time during our travels to come and see you every now and then wherever you happen to be, at least if you so wish." 
"Oh, I most definitely do so wish~!" 
The three chuckled as Cyrus pulled both of the scalies in for a hug, keeping them squeezed against him for a few seconds before his nostrils flared, audible sniffs coming from him, 
"Maybe we ought to get cleaned up, we smell like a cross between the local whorehouse after a discount weekend and a chamber pot. Not sure that the others would want us fouling up their festivities in our current state."
Opal giggled as the green dragon pointed towards a small back entrance to the stable, 
"That door takes us out the back, we can sneak right up to the wall and skirt around the outskirts of the village all the way up to the lake, we can wash off there."
Cyrus nodded, the three clambering up onto their feet and picking up their scattered clothes, getting out from the stable and making their way to the small docks at the back of the town, the dark night and the others being busy with enjoying the party making staying out of sight rather easy. Opal dove into the lake, sighing as the warm water washed over him, the dragons following close behind. He swam right up to Cyrus, nuzzling up to the mentor as he watched the skies light up with the glow of the bonfires lit up all around the village, the first rays of the morning sun barely visible in the horizon as he sighed happily, relaxing his body.