The Beast in the Mountain 

Cyrus woke up to the sounds of a carriage rattling along right outside the window of his room, the dragonkin groaning and rolling over, covering his head with his blanket as his tail tucked under in search of warmth. He tried multiple times to slip back into his sweet dreams, each attempt thwarted at the last second by the bustle of the waking town at the crack of dawn, each shout of a giggling child or bang of a hammer quickly snapping him awake. Cyrus was much more used to sleeping under the stars in deep wilderness, only the gentle sounds of nature to lull him into his slumber in his tent, but the man had to make the sacrifice of staying in a tavern for the time being, sleeping on a soft mattress instead of on a bed of leaves and pine needles. He yawned and stared blankly up at the ceiling as the blacksmith on the other side of the town began the incessant hammering that bore right down into his skull, entertaining the idea of simply grabbing his gear and spending the rest of his nights at the city by just camping outside of the gates, the promise of a free breakfast and the knowledge that he probably couldn't get a refund on his room eventually convincing him to just stick with it for now. Cyrus had spent the last week or so staying in a rather large city, keeping himself busy by fulfilling bounties and requests set by the many factions and private citizens of the place, happy to both earn some good coin as well as set his mind to something other than longing. The dragonkin's very close partner, Opal, was still on the other side of the world from the man, the kobold recently having sent Cyrus a letter, telling the dragon that he was doing just fine and that he was slowly starting to prepare for his departure from his hometown, still at least a few weeks away from getting back to where he belonged: at his mentor's side. Cyrus staggered out of his bed, slowly hobbling over to a small dish sitting on a table, grabbing a pitcher of water and pouring the dish full before washing his face with it, hoping that the slightly cool water might help shake off the last few hints of sleepiness from his head. 

After washing off his drowsiness, getting dressed, and enjoying the complimentary breakfast, Cyrus stepped out from the room he had rented, getting out into the busy town, most of the people already up and about to start their hard work. The dragonkin likewise aimed to earn some money, heading across the town square towards his destination, seeing the smaller merchants and farmers from nearby farms setting up stalls all around the place, getting ready for the crowds of people soon descending to buy fresh produce for their meals. Cyrus passed the inviting offerings of fish, meat, and vegetables, walking into a rather lavish building right at the edge of the town square, going into a meeting with a representative of the merchant's guild of the town. The guild served to ensure that commerce could flow freely through the city, making sure that shipments came in and went out in addition to controlling most of the business happening inside of the town, their interest in keeping trade going without issues being the reason they had called for Cyrus' help as soon as they heard he was in town. The man was led into a large backroom, a servant pulling out a chair for him as another set down a cup of tea on the table, both giving him a courteous nod before stepping to wait at the edge of the room, the second set of doors on the other side opening shortly after. A bull walked in, dressed in a gentleman's garb, the base of one of his horns adorned with an ornamental ring of gold, wealth radiating off of him as he sat down opposite the sellsword, 
"I thank you for agreeing to meet me here, my name is Edwin, and I represent the interests of this city's merchant's guild, as you know."
Cyrus took a sip of his tea, trying not to seem too uncivilised as he cleared his throat, 
"It was no issue at all, thank you for inviting me."
"We were very relieved to hear that you had arrived in town, as we think that you would be of great help with a rather bothersome issue we're having. You see, a feral dragon seems to have made its nest in the nearby mountains during the last year or so. This hasn't been much of an issue, not until a few weeks ago at least. Something seems to have gotten it disturbed, and we've had many reports of it flying around and roaring in a frenzy, getting near the roads and farms. This has gotten many people very worried, both here and in other parts, which has in turn caused a downturn in trade. We'd like to take care of this matter before it turns much uglier, which brings us to you."
Cyrus could see where the bull was getting at, as dragonkin had enough of feral dragons' blood in them to be able to speak with the winged beasts, his fingers tapping the wooden table, 
"What exactly do you want me to do with the dragon?" 
"Well, we don't particularly care what you do with it, we only want the town to be safe and trade to continue undisturbed. You would have free reign to do as you wish, as long as that is the end result. And you would of course be compensated very well, we're ready to pay the amount previously discussed at completion of the task."
The scaled man thought about it for a few moments, finally extending an arm out to the merchant, the bull shaking his hand, 
"You've got a deal. I'll leave town before midday and make sure your problem is handled."

After getting some more information about the supposed location of the feral dragon's nest, Cyrus immediately headed back to his room to fetch his gear, stocking up on some necessities before starting his march towards a range of mountains looming over the town. He travelled along the roads for as long as he was able to, quickly having to turn into much smaller footpaths that snaked through the dense forest, mostly just used by hunters and trappers catching game for the markets of the city. Soon after, even the tiny paths turned away from the direction of his goal, forcing him to trek through completely wild grounds, doing his best to not trip over with the uneven earth, the slippery moss, and the half-rotted trunks of dead trees littering the area. Though the terrain wasn't exactly the easiest he had ever seen, the dragon still made excellent time thanks to his expertise in dealing with the wilderness, moving and weaving through the forest rather nimbly for a man his size. He made sure to keep the tops of the nearby mountain right in front of him whenever they peeked out from behind the thick leaf covering that hid away most of the sky, delighted to notice that he was getting to his destination a fair bit quicker than he had estimated, hoping that he might be able to get to the nest within the day and at least scout the situation out before setting up camp for the night. He had tried to ask around the town for any specific information about the feral dragon, but unfortunately none of the people who had managed to get a glimpse of the beast seemed to be very knowledgeable when it came to dragons, all of them unable to give Cyrus any hints as to what exact species and clan of dragon he was dealing with. Nonetheless, he was ready for any situation he could think of when confronting the winged feral, hoping to be able to resolve the situation peacefully but prepared for a fight in case it happened to not go quite as well, his sword sharpened enough to cleave right through thick scales and his potion belt stocked with a host of alchemical liquids to promote healing and to deal with nasty burns. 

With the sun behind his back and the ground beneath him slowly turning into rock, Cyrus made it to the base of the mountain range, keeping his ears perked for any sounds of his prey as he began scaling up. The first leg of the ascent was simple, easily done by just walking up a steep incline, but he soon had to resort to climbing to make any progress, crawling up the mountain on all fours. With the wall only getting steeper as he gained height, the dragonkin searched out for any dips and holes in the face to grab onto, jamming a stout dagger into the cracks if he wasn't able to fit his fingers in them, slowly but surely hauling himself further and further up. Every now and then, the wall would flatten out into a small platform, Cyrus having to search each of them for a cave, carefully shuffling along the narrow ledge as he tried not to look down, occasionally having to take a slight break to get acclimated to the lower oxygen at such a height. After nearly five hours of climbing, the man finally stood at the mouth of a large cave, panting from the exhaustion of his journey, tiny lights from the fires of the town glimmering in the distance down below. He made no attempt at staying silent, knowing full well that any feral dragon would have already sniffed him out well ahead of time if any did actually reside in the cave, thinking there was no use in trying to set up an ambush. Laying a hand on the hilt of his blade, but keeping it sheathed to show his peaceful intentions, he walked into the cave, lighting a torch and holding it over his head. Though his sense of smell wasn't quite as sensitive as a feral dragon's, he could quickly smell that the cave wasn't empty, an odd musk lingering thick in the air as he ventured deeper. He peered into the dark, suddenly noticing two shining orbs staring back at him from the pitch black, immediately stopping and getting ready to bolt if need be, a low rumbling moving closer to him. A gout of flame nearly blinded him with the brightness of it, a wave of incredible heat washing over him as a small fire pit burst into fire, lighting up the rest of the cave and revealing a feral dragon laying down right in front of him. The two glared at each other uneasily, the beast easily ten times Cyrus' size, its hide a light orange colour, streaked with glimmering hints of white, flickering like a gemstone in the light of the fire, casting huge shadows across the stone walls. Neither of the two moved an inch, both simply observing one another, waiting for the other to make the first move. 

After standing silently for a few seconds, the feral dragon finally seemed to relax slightly, the two large front legs crossing as the beast laid down, her nostrils flaring as she huffed before opening her maw, her booming voice echoing off of the cave walls as she spoke in an ancient language, 
"You're of my kind, from the tiny village I assume?" 
Cyrus mirrored the dragon's stance, relaxing his shoulders to make sure she could see he wasn't intending to cause trouble, throwing his torch into the fire pit since she had already lit up the cave, 
"Uhh… I'm not entirely sure what village you're talking about, but no. My name is Cyrus, and I was hired by some people from the large city right at the foot of this mountain."
"Yes, that's the one I was talking about. You'll have to excuse my phrasing, these settlements still look so insignificant when compared to the ones I remember, ancient buildings spanning entire continents…" 
He could see a slight smirk in the feral's face as she stared off into nothingness, quickly snapping back to the present, 
"Either way, my name is Pearl-of-Sun."
Cyrus tried to study the dragoness closer, as close as he could while standing a respectable distance back, trying to determine exactly which clan she was from. Even after spending several years studying nothing but the history and the culture of the ferals, he was still slightly foggy about the hundreds of different factions both small and large, hoping that he wouldn't accidentally offend the giant troublemaker with a social faux pas. She laid her head down on her paws, smiling softly at the intruder as her tail lazily slapped against the ground, 
"May I ask why you're in my den?" 
"As mentioned, I was hired by some of the people from the town. They don't have an issue with your den being located here, but they seem to believe that you've gotten slightly… unruly… during the last week or so?" 
"Oh, that." 
She laughed in a sultry tone, stretching her great wings as she continued, rolling onto her side as a wave of the strong and earthy musk hit Cyrus on his face, almost making him cough, 
"I suppose I have been slightly… restless in recent days. The troubles of being a lone female all the way out here I suppose…"
He suddenly realised what the scent he had been inhaling this whole time was, his eyes shooting down between the dragoness' back legs, the dim light of the fire just barely revealing something wet glinting at him, 
"That's… you mean that you're… in heat, I assume?" 
"Why yes, yes I am, young man~" 
Suddenly feeling much more sweaty than he had just a moment ago, the dragonkin tried to keep up his calm facade as she stared right at him, her interest in him rather obvious. He took a deep breath, the heavy musk in the air tickling his nose as he tried to stay respectful, his lower half beginning to wake up under the feral's glare, 
"Is there anything I could offer to help you, so that you and the town might coexist in peace?"
"I could certainly think of a thing or two~" 
"Right… Pearl… may I call you Pearl?" 
She nodded with a grin, 
"Alright. Pearl, you'd be willing to keep the peace if I… assist you with your heat?" 
"Exactly~" 
"Then… I can't refuse, now can I?" 
Smiling and laughing, the scaled beast's starving eyes focused on his lower half. 

Feeling slightly nervous, Cyrus gently set down his backpack before starting to strip down, the feral poking her muzzle closer to him as he unfastened his gear, letting his blade drop to the ground. He took off his top, flinching slightly as he suddenly felt something against his belly, the dragon's nose pressed right against him, gusts of hot air steaming up the cave as she sniffed him, her eyes closed and a few drops of thick drool splattering onto the floor below, her instincts constantly guiding her maw further down. The man moaned softly, putting a hand onto her muzzle and gently petting her as she poked at his crotch, his other hand quickly working on getting his pants off, cold shivers running up his spine with every puff that she let out. He hadn't ever expected to get a chance to lay down with a feral dragon, a slight smirk creeping onto his face as he debated whether to tell Opal about the encounter or not, knowing the kobolds' propensity for getting slightly jealous of anyone who had actually managed to even meet with a real feral dragon in person. Pearl crawled forward as she waited impatiently for the male to remove all of his garments, the need between her back legs growing worse with every passing second, the tantalising scent of his manly musk only teasing him. He finally managed to get his pants off, the dragoness immediately opening up her large maw and pressing her mouth over his crotch, easily gobbling up his entire shaft and ballsack as he moaned and leaned down over her snout, her slimy and agile tongue wrapping itself around the hard girth, kneading his cock. She continued her thorough swabbing for a while, her tail sliding down under her belly for her to rub and grind against, her pussy lips gliding over it and glazing it in her juices. Without warning, the feral suddenly let go of Cyrus' cock, her muzzle giving him a push to get him back to his feet before twisting sideways and closing over his head, his vision plunged into darkness. He could feel her sharp fangs pressed against the sides of his head, applying just enough pressure to keep him still while not causing any pain, her tongue sliding right down into his mouth and down her throat. He squirmed and moaned as the feral dragon swabbed his throat, saliva oozing down his chest and back as his dick throbbed, nearly his entire body slick with the horny beast's drool. 

The dragoness pulled her maw off of Cyrus' head, drawing her tongue out from her throat as he coughed for a moment, standing in stunned silence as she laughed softly, one of her wings folding behind her and gently pushing him along, 
"Well? Are you going to fulfill your duties as you've promised~?" 
The man nodded and walked behind the feral while she laid down on her belly, stretching her back legs and lifting her tail out of the way. She hummed and moaned in a lewd tone as he stroked her side while stepping behind her, his fingers brushing over the glimmering orange scales, the dragonkin surprised to see just how much tougher her scales seemed when compared to his own. With every step towards her flank that he took, the smell of her heat became stronger, as did the response to it from his body, his cock erect and ready for a good breeding. He hadn't noticed the stimulating effects of her musk before, but they were difficult to miss when standing so close to the source, the pheromones emitted from her carefully selected over centuries to entice males of just about every species. Salivating with lust, Cyrus poked his head behind the dragoness' flank, finally getting a good look at her goods: a dripping slit very similar to a female dragonkin's but almost half his size winking at him, a beautiful and tight pucker slightly above that, both holes aimed right at him as she squatted down slightly. He carefully stroked her pussy lips, Pearl moaning and immediately pushing back against him, slipping his entire hand inside of the waiting hole, her powerful muscles pulling him in all the way up to his elbow. In strong contrast to her tough hide, the feral's insides were silky soft and squishy, her walls hugging his arm tight as she growled in delight, her juices running like a fountain. Unable to stop himself, Cyrus stuck his entire muzzle into her as well, his free hand pumping his shaft as he tasted the intoxicating nectar of the dragon, her tail curling against his back to keep him pressed against her cunt. 

The dragonkin managed to pull his maw out from the delicious backside of the feral, if only because his cock was aching to finally get a good taste of her as well, his breath fogging up in the cool air as he yanked out his arm from her pussy, slathering his length with his soaked hand before getting into position. He grabbed the base of Pearl's tail and arched his back to get the proper height for breeding her, pushing his tip against her entrance and letting her back onto him, the irresistible scent of her heat driving him wild and whipping him into a frenzy as he squeezed inside. Though the dragoness was much bigger than Cyrus, and could easily accommodate males multiple times his size inside of her, Pearl was still able to provide them both with ample pleasure as her body had become finely tuned to mate with males of all species and sizes. Dragons were famous for their ability and desire to breed with people and animals outside of their own species, dragonkin like Cyrus being one of the direct results of that fact. He could immediately feel the feral's pussy tightening around his shaft as soon as he thrust inside, the walls closing in for a snug experience, making her even tighter than most of the other women he had slept with even if he couldn't fully wrap his arms around her flank. Pushing with his whole body, the claws on his feet scraping on the cave floor, the man squeezed deeper into Pearl, hearing her let out satisfied little moans and huffs as he sweated behind her. The smoothness of her slit and the abundance of lubrication made her feel heavenly, so heavenly that Cyrus was surprised that he hadn't already blown his load, not knowing that this was due to some draconic trickery: the spread of pheromones that the feral was letting out didn't simply get him horny, they were also keeping him going until her body was primed for receiving his seed, pumping him full of energy and stopping him from prematurely finishing until then. Unaware of why he felt so vigorous, the man kept grunting and pounding at the tight pussy, fully enjoying the primal pleasures of fooling around with a feral partner, her slimy sap making a mess all over his belly every time he thrust forwards and squished her lips against him. Pearl followed in the rhythm of her surprise saviour, sticking her ass back every time that he slammed inside of her, accidentally bowling him completely over onto his back as he got slightly too into the moment. Not wanting to stop for even a second however, the dragoness just kept going, squatting on top of the dragonkin and riding his throbbing cock, throwing her weight up and down over his shaft as they both moaned in need of a release. 

Clutching onto the dragon's back legs with his back off of the floor, Cyrus desperately tried to buck up into his much larger partner, feeling as if he was about to burst but unable to go that last little inch without her permission. Pearl roared and groaned as she took the man's dick, bouncing on top of him while raking the ground with her ferocious claws, leaving large gashes into the rock. With one final push down onto the girth, she finally shivered and came, her spray covering the entire lower half of the dragonkin, her tail curling underneath his head to act as a pillow. A flood of new pheromones were released from the dragoness along with her orgasm, the mix instantly triggering Cyrus to cum along with her, his legs locking up as he fired his seed into her womb, the feral's cunt sucking up every last drop of his generous donation, not willing to let even a single bit of it to go to waste. Feeling the suction and the massaging around his quivering cock, he was too blown away to even make a sound, only able to gasp and pant as his heightened sensitivity was taken up to a whole new level. He endured the milking for almost a minute straight before the feral dragon finally let go of him, rising up and pulling him along with her for a few moments before his dick slipped free of her slit, his ass thudding onto the ground. Giggling with satisfaction, Pearl looked behind her to see the exhausted male, gently laying down alongside him as he struggled to fill his lungs, the air still thick with the fragrant smell of heat as she nuzzled him. It took a few moments for him to even be able to lift his head, but Cyrus eventually managed to pant out a few words to his new lover, 
"Does… does this… conclude our deal?" 
With her eyes still closed, she smirked and cuddled closer to the dragonkin, gently laying a paw onto his chest, 
"As you might know, we tend to be very fertile during our heats. It's very likely that you've already done more than enough to help me. However, we could repeat the process tomorrow, if you'd like to be entirely certain and leave nothing up to chance~" 
"Well… I do tend to be a thorough man, why risk leaving the job half finished~?" 
"But for now, you must rest, your body is not used to the pleasures and the intensity of my kind I'm sure~" 
The dragoness curled against Cyrus' side, giving him a sloppy lick as a goodnight-kiss before dozing off, the dragonkin following close behind her.

Cyrus spent the following morning further tending to the dragoness' needs, filling her slit several more times before eventually leaving the nest, needing to get back to town before the people there would get worried that something had happened to him. The two shared one final kiss, Pearl's tongue slithering down the man's throat as she nuzzled him, before he departed down the mountain, carefully climbing down as the feral went to work on preparing her den. Cyrus hobbled to a small pond he had seen on the way to the dragon, slipping into it with a sigh, exhausted and sore from the insatiable female. In addition to just soaking his aching bones, he also wanted to wash away at least the worst of the feral's potent musk from him and his clothes, not wishing for the people of the town to realise his unorthodox methods of diplomacy. After his bath and the walk back to town, Cyrus was rewarded with the money he was promised, the dragonkin using a few of the coin to purchase himself a whole spread of food from the tavern, stuffing himself full before collapsing into bed, his exhaustion letting him slumber even in the buzz of the town. Quickly recuperating from his journey, the man continued doing the occasional job at the city for a few more days before moving on, called into action on the other side of the territory, seeing a large shadow of someone circling high above him in the skies as he rode away from the town, smiling as he sensed he was being watched. Cyrus continued his usual routine for several weeks, his understudy eventually joining him once more, him and Opal spending a few days together to celebrate before getting back to work. The pair eventually found themselves near a very familiar city and mountain range, Cyrus deciding to take another visit to see how his mate was doing, the two getting settled in the inn and spending the night before the man left at dawn, going alone and under the guile of simply meeting an old friend since he didn't want Opal to be too jealous. 

With his gear in tow, Cyrus departed from the gates of the city, starting his trek through the dense forest and eventually the climb up to the nest, eagerly pushing forwards his rendezvous. Managing to still remember the route to his destination after a handful of weeks, he quickly found himself standing at the mouth of the cave once more, smiling as he stepped inside, seeing the warm glow of fire coming from within. His footsteps echoed off the rock walls and deeper into the den, soon seeing the familiar form of the dragoness near the back, the air still filled with a slight hint of her feminine and feral scent, though not nearly as strong as it had been the last time around. Pearl was basking in front of a small fire, enjoying the warmth as she laid on a bed that she had scrounged together, whole bushes and large leafy branches laid out and tamped down to give her a comfortable resting place. She was a fair bit bigger than the last time Cyrus had seen her, the feral's belly having ballooned out a noticeable amount, her movements slightly more slow and laboured as she lifted up her head, smirking at the visitor, 
"Cyrus, what perfect timing!" 
The dragonkin smiled and stepped right up to the dragoness, admiring her belly as she laid on her side, gently stroking her, 
"Is this my… handiwork?" 
She laughed and nuzzled his chest, 
"Yes, this clutch is from your seed. I was hoping that you might be coming here soon, but you couldn't have arrived at a more wonderful time. I will have to lay these eggs soon, and you may assist me in that." 
Cyrus looked slightly surprised and intimidated, worried about being given such a daunting task, 
"Really? I… I'm afraid that I haven't ever really assisted in such a thing, especially not with a feral dragon such as yourself. I'm not sure I know how t-"
He was stopped by the dragon's tongue slapping against his face, leaving him to wipe off her saliva as she grinned, 
"Oh, we don't actually need much help when it comes to passing our eggs, I was merely hoping that you might give me a hand in… being properly relaxed for the duration of it~" 
Catching the feral's drift, the man pet her muzzle and nodded, smiling softly as she scooped him up with one of her front legs, pushing him against her side as she purred happily. 

Cuddling and smooching for a few hours, the pair waited until Pearl finally felt that it was time to start pushing, laying down on all fours as Cyrus quickly got undressed and slipped behind her. The feral dragon grunted, her pussy lips already slightly opening as he reached under her tail, rubbing his fingers against her tailhole while gathering up a nice glob of her juices with the other hand, smearing it all over his stiff shaft. He gently pushed her asshole open with his thumbs, circling the puffy ring with his tongue as she moaned softly, planting her chin against the ground and pushing harder, feeling the first of the large eggs starting to move deep inside of her. Cyrus was eager to give the female's other hole a try, all of his seed being shot into her slit the last time around, her tailhole left without any love. Intending to fix that egregious error on his part, he licked his lips and moved his face closer to the inviting pink depths of the dragoness' ass, sticking his muzzle inside without a second thought. He heard Pearl's moans gaining a lewd undertone to them as soon as he got his tongue inside of her tailhole, continuing his rimming as she kept pushing, his maw helping her body relax and get the fruits of their labour out much easier than if she was all on her own. Cyrus glanced down to see the first egg crowning out of her cunt, a strained groan stretching out for a few seconds before the egg finally plopped out onto the soft bedding waiting underneath, the pale white shell glistening with her juices. Adjusting her position to get the rest out easier, the dragoness squatted down more, accidentally pulling the man's muzzle out from her flank as he was still in the middle of eating her out. Too needy to waste a moment, Cyrus reacted without a second thought and hugged the large lady's backside, thrusting his cock into her waiting ass as a second egg was sliding out, her tail flailing in the air as she felt her both holes filled up. 

Cyrus pounded away at the feral's tailhole, the dragon clenching hard whenever she passed another egg, her roars of ecstasy motivating him to work even harder and keep her tranquil throughout the entire endeavour. He kept going until he felt his legs starting to give out from underneath him, leaning further forwards and laying his upper half on top of her backside just to keep going, the rhythmic wet slaps never stopping as the clutch of eggs in the nest grew one by one while the hours rolled by. Pearl finally managed to push the very last one out, the wave of relief from it hitting her hard enough to make her orgasm, her wings stretching out and flapping a few times as she screeched, her tailhole locking around the base of her partner's shaft. Unable to keep going for a second longer, Cyrus finally relaxed and flexed his tail, grabbing handfuls of her meaty flank while spewing her ass full of the seed that had gotten her knocked up, her body eagerly swallowing it up even if it was just for pleasure this time around. The man stumbled backwards off of the feral's hole, falling onto his back, tired but grinning as he watched his cum leaking from her creamed donut, dripping on top of the eggs stashed between her legs, only then noticing that she had managed to squeeze out twelve of them. The pair both admired the large amount of eggs, Pearl smiling as she lovingly pushed the whole group together, carefully collecting them in a pile in the middle of the nest, 
"Oh my, you've been my most fruitful mate yet~! I think you might have to come back here the next time I'm starting to go into heat again, especially if you promise to perform this well~" 
The two laughed as Cyrus laid down on the soft bedding, the dragoness curling up around him and the eggs, his eyes half open while he gently stroked the smallest egg of the dozen, 
"So, I'm a father of twelve now… have you thought of names for them all yet?" 
"In my clan, the young generally earn their names rather than being given one. But I can already see that you have something in mind, don't you?" 
"Well, for this one, how about… Opal?" 
The dragoness nodded and nuzzled her snout right against his side, her warm breaths quickly lulling him to sleep.