The Return Home

Cyrus scraped the last few spoonfuls of stew from his wooden bowl into his maw, hungrily gulping it down before grunting in satisfaction, licking his lips and savouring the taste as the scent of burning wood filled his nostrils. The campfire he had constructed roared with with vigour, a gentle breeze causing it to flash up with glorious shades of red and yellow, casting a lightshow of flickering shadows against the backdrop of the evening forest, only the crackle of the fire and the occasional chirp of a songbird to keep the dragon company. He set his bowl down and glanced over his shoulder, sighing at the pots and pans stacked there, another round of washing up that he'd have to do. The black scaled adventurer had gotten far too dependent on the young companion that he'd had following him around for the last little while, Opal eagerly accepting all the more menial tasks such as cleaning or cooking while the pair were out in the wilderness as his way of repaying his mentor for the training that he was receiving. Unfortunately for Cyrus, the little kobold had to leave him all alone for a while, the cub going back to his hometown to meet his family and take care of some clerical tasks, the journey there and back taking nearly a month and a half in total even when travelling by sea. That left the dragon to fend for himself for those handful of weeks, just as he had been travelling before the boy began tagging alongside him. He assumed that the days would pass quickly and without issues, but Cyrus had to admit that he found the separation a fair bit more difficult than he'd originally thought, and not just because he was stuck cleaning up his own cookware after his cooking. The silence and the empty space weighed on his back much more than it used to after spending so much time with Opal by his side nearly every second of every day, not to even mention the different sort of aching that bothered his lower half, his blanket nearly thrown off of his belly at sunrise each day by the force of his morning wood now that the boy wasn't there to administer some relief every now and then. He obviously made liberal use of his own hand and his imagination, but the substitute just wasn't nearly as effective at keeping his primal lust in control as the cub's tight tailhole had been. Cyrus stared up at the inky night sky, mulling over his plans for the proceeding few weeks, trying to decide which way he should be heading, being in between contracts at the moment. The isolation in his heart finally drove him to decide on his destination, turning his head towards the west, towards his own home village, with a gentle smile. Just as the last few logs fell over and the raging fire dwindled into glowing embers, the dragon crawled into his tent, settling in for the night, gathering his strength for the long trek ahead of him.

After waking up, enjoying a light breakfast of the leftover stew, and packing up his small campsite, Cyrus started heading towards the west, knowing it'd be a few days before he'd make it to his destination. Along the way, he hitched rides on passing caravans and wagons whenever he could, foraging and hunting to fill up his belly as he travelled through rolling hills, treacherous swamps, and thick forests. Finally, nearing the end of the week, the dragonkin began recognising more and more of the landscape surrounding him, fond memories of his hatchling years flooding into his head as he meandered down a well worn pathway, a gentle pillar of smoke rising up into the sky from just beyond the horizon. The sounds of life and the scent of freshly baked bread energized him to push for the last leg of his journey, his feet seeming lighter than air as he strolled right up to the gates of his ancestral village, sighing with joy as he looked around, everything seeming to still be exactly as it was when he last visited the place a few moons ago. Generally, Cyrus wouldn't be back there quite so soon after last visiting, but the situation with his companion had made him much more nostalgic than before. His surprise visit managed to get some astonished and excited looks from the passing residents of the village, his walk towards his favourite little pub coming to a halt multiple times as he was stopped time and time again by an old friend for a quick chat. Just as he had the doors in his sight, he caught a glimpse of dark green from the corner of his eye, a very familiar voice roaring through the air, 
"Cyrus, you old bastard~!" 
He looked back to see Theron running towards him, both dragons laughing as they hugged each other, grunting as they squeezed and patted one another. His friend let go of him after a few moments of embracing, stunned and shaking his head, 
"What the hell are you doing back here, I didn't know you were on your way!" 
He laughed, 
"No one else knew either. To be honest, even I didn't know until a few days ago, it was more of a spur of the moment type of a decision, just felt right coming here for a week or two."
Theron glanced around the mostly empty road, 
"So, where's your little student, running errands for you?" 
"Nah, he's actually on the other side of the bay, business back at his home, won't be back until a while from now."
"Well, that's a shame. He definitely made the evenings a lot more lively, didn't he~?" 
The pair chuckled as another dragonkin ran up to the two, barely half the size of either of them, his slim figure cloaked in bright yellow scales, his arms wide open as he threw himself against the visitor, 
"Uncle Cyrus!" 
The man chuckled at the tiny cub, 
"What do we have here, Basilius!? My goodness, you were barely out of the egg the last time I saw you, still a tiny hatchling back then! You've grown well, haven't you?" 
Theron proudly grabbed his son by the shoulder, the boy's tail wagging in excitement, 
"I decided to let my old lady have some peace and quiet, so the kid is sticking with me for the next few weeks, showing him the ropes of my work. But enough about that, you've got to be as dry as a desert after the journey here, we can talk more over a mug!"
The three stepped into the tavern, chatting and laughing merrily. 

The pub was rather quiet still, the usual rush of the evening not having quite yet gotten started, most people still finishing up at their jobs before stopping in for a pint of ale with their friends and family. The bartender was piling up a stack of firewood in the large hearth at the side of the room, giving the group a welcoming nod as they walked inside, setting a piece of oil soaked rag on fire and nestling it under the wood to start warming up the place in preparation for the crisp night winds. Getting a table near the corner of the tavern and fetching some drinks for all of them, the three dragonkin sat down to talk and reminisce about their times together, Cyrus listening eagerly as his friend's son talked about going hunting. The boy had grown incredibly since he had last seen the cub, Basilius only just reaching up to his knee the last time that the two had met about a year ago. The adventurer studied the kid closer, many of his mannerisms as well as his eyes being nearly identical to his father, while the rest of his body, including the shade of his scales, was a mirror image of his mother, just at a younger age. Basilius was often shy around most people, but he had always enjoyed spending time with Cyrus, the man acting as a sort of uncle for him, many of his earliest memories being those of hiking around in the nearby woods with his dad and the black dragon. Theron downed his drink, greedily swallowing nearly half of the mug in one go before letting out a belch, laughing to himself, 
"You're obviously a very bad influence on me, I always seem to drink way too much when you're around."
Cyrus smirked, 
"Yeah, seems like it. You certainly didn't hold anything back the last time around I visited here, back during the Ember's End ceremonies~" 
The dark green scalie blushed gently as the other man chuckled, Cyrus teasing him even further by softly rubbing a foot on the inside of his thigh under the table, the boy looking at the pair in confusion, trying to understand the reference. 

As the evening stretched on, the tavern slowly filling up with small crowds flowing inside through the door, Theron handed his son his empty mug, nodding towards the bar, 
"Be a good boy and go fetch us another round of mead, okay?" 
The cub nodded and waddled off, leaving the adults alone at the table, Theron grinning as he felt another poke at his thighs, 
"I guess the little boy leaving your side has made you a little bit restless, I don't remember the last time that you've been this horny."
Cyrus flashed his fangs back, feeling his pants starting to get just a tad too tight, his member sliding out from his genital slit, 
"It's that obvious, huh? I guess I do have to admit that much, I was sort of hoping to find some particular sort of company over here in addition to just the drinking buddies~" 
The pair laughed, Theron looking over his shoulder at his son, the cub peeking over the bar while waiting for the mugs to be filled up, the young dragon's hips swaying from side to side as his tail waved in the air. The father stared at the boy's sleek body, his gaze lingering on his kid's rump for a few seconds as he huffed, finally turning back to his friend, giving a wink, 
"Since I know you're the trustworthy type, I guess I can admit a little something myself. I've been fooling around with Basilius quite a bit lately~"
"Really, your own kid? You definitely haven't become any less of a pervert since our studies here. What's your wife think about it?" 
"She doesn't know. I started playing around with him just because she wasn't quite as lustful as me, but I pretty quickly grew to love his body just as much as hers, if not even more~" 
"He's that good?" 
"For sure. When he's all dressed down, bending over and spreading his legs for you, he just about indistinguishable from a girl, and his slit feels just as good as the real thing~" 
Cyrus' nostrils flared up as he stared at the cub, imagining himself behind Basilius, bending the boy over the bar and ramming his girth into the musky slit, the dragon stealthily grabbing himself under the table. Theron instantly recognised the look on the man's face, leaning in close as he whispered, 
"Do you wanna share the boy? We could get out of here, find someplace nice and private~" 
The black dragonkin nodded, clenching his erection as he huffed. 

Basilius stumbled back to the table, careful to not spill the mugs he was carrying as he made his way through the busy floor, finally setting his load down with a sigh of relief, hopping back onto his seat next to his father. Theron lowered his voice slightly, bending to his side to talk to his son, 
"Cyrus and I were planning to go do some nighttime hunting, catch us a bird or two to roast for tomorrow morning, would you want to come with us?" 
The cub's eyes lit up, always happy to spend some quality time with the two men, especially if it meant getting out of the village to explore the forest, 
"Yes, of course!" 
"Good boy, fetch your coat and let's get going~" 
The adults finished their drinks as Basilius quickly ran to the door, grabbing his coat and throwing it on as he waited patiently, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, too anxious to stay still. Cyrus left most of his heavy gear at the tavern while Theron slung his old hunting bow over his shoulder, the trio of dragonkin walking down the main road leading through the town right up to the main gates of the settlement, eventually setting foot in the wilderness. They headed towards the small nearby lake, walking around the water to get to a more quiet and private part of the beach. Cyrus smirking quietly as he spotted a few footprints leading away from a patch of stirred up sand, the imprint of someone's back still visible on the ground, his group apparently not the only ones to have the idea of sneaking out to the lake for some late night entertainment. Theron led the two scalies to a cozy spot on the far side of the lake, not wanting anything or anyone from the village to bother them mid-coitus, dropping his bow to the ground, 
"Alright, I think this'll do nicely." 
Basilius immediately began scanning the calm waters and the brush around the lake, trying to spot any birds for the trio to feast on, 
"Are you sure, dad? I can't see too much movement out there, maybe some other spot might be a bit mor-" 
The boy was stopped midway though his sentence as his father came up behind him, gently grabbing his waist with both hands, the man pressing his hips right against the cub's backside, making sure that the young dragon could feel the hard lump in his pants, 
"We're not here to actually do any hunting~" 
Blushing, Basilius stammered as he glanced over to the other adult, 
"Oh… uhh… wh… what about… you know…" 
"Don't worry, he knows everything, and he wants you as well~" 

Basilius let out a nervous giggle as he felt the hungry stares of the two men on him, the cub's dad audibly licking his chops while slowly running his hands down the boy's body. The dragon grabbed the kid's jacket, gently peeling it off of him and letting it fall to the ground, his eyes glued to Cyrus' bulging crotch as he moaned quietly. Though he fully trusted the adventurer, he was still fairly shy about getting undressed in front of the male as he hadn't ever done anything lewd in front of anyone besides his own father, the pair wanting to keep their taboo relationship as quiet as possible. Theron knelt down, pushing his muzzle against the back of the boy's neck and nibbling on it softly as he helped the kid along, slowly popping open the buttons and undoing the bindings that were holding his clothes closed. Basilius simply stood still, his whole face pink while he shedded his clothing one at a time, the fresh evening air caressing his scaled hide as his shirt hit the ground, his pants joining it a handful of seconds later. Cyrus watched with craving desire as the cub was undressed, his hands quickly ripping his pants open, nearly tearing the buttons off of the pair as he fished his shaft out, stroking the slippery pole while grunting, the length already wet and dripping with precum from the long anticipation. As Basilius stood completely naked in front of him, moonlight reflecting off of the calm lake waters and basking the small dragonkin in a pale glow, a drop of pre glistening on the lips of the cub's genital slit, Cyrus had to admit that the kid certainly had a striking resemblance to a girl. Basilius smiled shyly as the males ogled at him, wrapping his tail around his waist and latching onto the tip of it, the boy always instinctively clutching his tail whenever nervous. He felt his belly doing back flips and his heart fluttering as he shivered with excitement, both anxious and and eager to see what exactly the pair had in mind for their secretive date, his mind racing with all sorts of dirty ideas. The adults slowly circled him like vultures, eyeing up his generous rump, his deliciously plump thighs, his flat belly, and his pink slit as they grinned and panted with lust, both men eager to get their hands on the tiny dragonkin's supple body. 

Cyrus knelt and laid his hands on the boy's front, his large palms nearly enveloping the kid's whole chest as he rubbed and massaged, his fingers gliding across the soft and pliable scales. Basilius closed his eyes in utter bliss, whimpering quietly as he was stroked and fondled from both sides by the adults, squeezed tightly between the two muscled men, his father grabbing his ass cheeks and giving them a good fondle. With the cub's muzzle pressed so close to Cyrus' body, the dragon's manly scent was completely overwhelming, his days-long journey not leaving him much time for baths and his friend managing to snatch him up from the streets before he'd had a chance to get a good soak at his destination. Basilius certainly didn't mind the powerful musk however, only shoving his nostrils even closer to the large dragonkin's chest and burying his snout into the sweaty clothes, his hands grasping at the neck of Cyrus' shirt and pulling it more open so he could sniff the man's bare chest. Leaning his head back and moaning at the feeling of the boy huffing his natural perfume, the black-scaled dragon pushed his body closer to the cub's, shivering at the gentle and tickling touch of Basilius' long tongue against his skin. Cyrus wrapped one hand around the back of the boy's head, pulling his muzzle even closer, his lips pushed right against the older male's chest, the other hand still groping and massaging his midriff. He felt Cyrus' shaft poking against his crotch, the slippery cock quickly slipping right between his legs, his father's dick already sandwiched in the middle of his ass cheeks, both girths slowly sliding back and forth, massaging against one another and the young scalie's genital slit, his pre constantly showering the pair. Grinding together in one big pile, the trio of dragonkin grunted and moaned in tandem, the vocalisations easily mistaken for some feral beast in the grips of a horrible rut, all three dragons having completely surrendered themselves to the mercies of lust, no longer caring about what was happening in the world around them. The sand below their feet was splattered with huge beads and globs of precum and saliva from the group, pooling up for a moment before being quickly absorbed into the soft ground. 

Seeing how fired up his friend was quickly getting, the large dragon's hot breath steaming up in the cool night air, Theron gently grabbed his son by the arms to get the young male into a better position to be fuckdd, looping his hands under the cub's armpits, the kid's feet slightly rising off of the ground. Growling and grinning, Cyrus wrapped his fingers tight on Basilius' thighs, lifting and angling the feminine dragonkin's legs so that his tip was jabbing at the boy's genital slit, throbbing and squirting his excitement all over the enticing sheath. Basilius puffed gently as he watched the man's girthy shaft resting against his crotch, suspended in the air between his father and Cyrus, his body fully at the mercy of the pair, his cheeks red as he held his breath in giddy anticipation, his toes wriggling around and his tail wrapped around one of his ankles. Cyrus pressed his shaft down with one thumb, feeling the cub's warmth engulfing his tip as he slowly jammed his hips forwards, watching as his cock dipped inside. The dragon hissed in ecstasy, his whole body tensing up the further he thrust inside, the pent up energies that had been building up over the course of the days and weeks that he'd been alone fighting to finally burst free. The genital slit felt remarkably like a real, female's pussy, lubricated by the boy's precum and sweat, the silky soft walls easily swallowing his whole length inside. With more than half of his dick squeezed in the slit, he began feeling the cub's own rod throbbing inside, the stimulation quickly causing it to harden and begin to push out, the tip of it peeking from between the lips as he groaned and slammed balls deep into the kid, both dragons moaning as their shafts quivered and rubbed against one another. Cyrus snapped his fangs together with a loud grunt as he exploded inside of the boy, Basilius whimpering as he felt the man's sticky load quickly filling up his genital slit, the cum oozing out and all over his thighs, his own cock twitching as a few ropes splattered onto both his and the black dragonkin's bellies, the amount of seed flowing from his tip being far less intense than the pent up male's. 

Cyrus nearly toppled over as he pumped his cum into the boy, straining with his whole face red as the mess dribbled down his crotch and legs, holding his breath as he felt his balls being drained, the weight of his bottled up lust lifting off of his back. Gasping for air, he let go of Basilius' thighs, letting gravity pull his cock out from the tight genital slit, staring with a tired smirk as his tip slipped out as the kid flopped back onto his own feet, releasing a small flood of seed to pour down onto the ground. Theron made sure to have a good grip on his son as the cub flopped backwards, leaning in and pushing his muzzle over Basilius' shoulder to nuzzle the young dragon, his friend's heavy musk still lingering and clinging onto the boy's lips as the two kissed softly. Theron gently lowered the cub down onto the ground, kneeling down as Basilius turned over onto his belly, finding himself staring right at his father's cock. Acting without hesitation, he wrapped both of his hands around the base of the shaft, holding it firmly as he took the tip into his maw, working his tongue around it in circles while simultaneously sucking and bobbing his head, making sure to follow all of the instructions and tips that he had been given over the course of the many secret sessions of taboo love that the pair had had. Watching the boy going down on the dad as he caught his breath for a moment, Cyrus began feeling a very different kind of stirring down in his loins, the several mugs' worth of drink finally catching up to him as his bladder suddenly began screaming for some relief. Knowing that his friend certainly didn't mind some messy fun from time to time, and assuming that Theron had probably instilled the same love for everything musky in the kid based on Basilius' reaction to his strong scent, Cyrus decided to not bother with trying to find some bush off to the side to take his toilet break in, already having the perfect spot in mind. He walked right up to the incestuous pair, widening his stance lightly and aiming his tip, Theron grinning and keeping the cub's head down as he sighed and relaxed his bladder. Basilius only noticed that something was going on as the warm liquid began pouring down his back and his neck, the wave of musk hitting his nostrils a few seconds later, only causing him to blush and plunge his maw down even deeper, his dad moaning as the golden shower bathed them both in the steaming hot piss. 

Theron huffed and sat down as the trickle of urine splattered against his chest, stuffing his cock further down the muzzle of his son, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the slick maw and the tight throat around his shaft. He noticed the stream of piss slowly starting to die down after nearly a minute of flood, winking up at his friend as he bent forwards and reached across Basilius' back, grabbing onto the cub's ass cheeks and spreading them apart, showing off the snug tailhole hidden underneath as an invitation. More than happy to accept the alluring proposal, Cyrus shook off the last few drops of his golden nectar from his tip before kneeling down behind the boy, gingerly lifting the slim tail onto his own shoulder before pressing his dick right up between the two buns, smearing his pre all over the kid's puffy asshole until the whole asscrack was shiny and glistening with the sticky substance. Basilius couldn't see what was happening behind him with his head buried in his dad's lap, but he had a pretty good guess as to what the other man had in mind for his hindquarters, feeling the stiff rod poking at his tailhole, the cock suddenly replaced with something much more soft and slimy, his eyes rolling back and a shudder traveling along his whole body as something slithered inside of his pucker. He managed to lift up his belly and angle his head to just barely peek between his legs while still sucking off his father, seeing Cyrus maw deep in his asshole, the man's tongue sliding in and out of him, spittle dripping down his flank and coating his balls. He moaned against the hard shaft in his throat and pushed his ass back, feeling a sense of disappointment as the tongue pulled out of him, moaning even harder as it was quickly replaced with the older male's dick. The boy was nudged back and forth by the two adults, both thrusting into him in turns, his father fucking his muzzle while Cyrus took his tailhole, the spit roast nearly making him lose all sense of space and time, his mind going blank as he whined and gasped in utter bliss, his own cock rubbing against his belly. 

Theron wrapped his hands around the neck of his son, feeling it bulge slightly whenever he pressed his girth deeper inside, the growing pressure in his groins at risk of reaching the point of no return as he groaned and thrust himself against the cub's face even faster. Cyrus hilted himself in the boy's asshole, one of his hands reaching under Basilius and fondling around until his fingers glanced against the kid's shaft, gripping and milking it like a cow's udder while the claws on his feet dug into the sand as he tried to bury himself as deep as possible, the length in his hand squirting a steady stream of cum. Basilius' throat and ass were suddenly and simultaneously packed with the older dragonkins' sperm, his belly swelling up by a tiny amount as he was pumped full from both ends at the same time. The men pulled out from him, leaving him coughing and gasping on the ground, each sputter causing another small spurt of cum to erupt from both his tailhole as well as his maw, his muzzle completely stuffed with seed as he struggled to swallow it all down. He was quickly joined on the ground by the pair, Theron gently turning him onto his back and tucking him under his father's armpit as he huffed, his face still glowing red. Cyrus pressed his side against the cub's as the trio laid still on the beach, all three staring up at the night sky in silence, too out of breath to do much besides panting, showered in the soft glow of the moon and the stars. Theron glanced at his friend, smiling and laughing, 
"We definitely need to meet up more often, a lot more often, if this is how it's always going to go~" 
Cyrus smirked and nodded, cuddling closer to Basilius. He made a mental note to ask the tavern's owner to keep a particularly strong kettle of tea constantly brewing just for him, knowing that he probably wouldn't be getting too much sleep for the duration of his visit.