A Wild Wedding

Stepping into his usual tavern, Cyrus greeted the old innkeep behind the bar, getting a few delighted looks from the other patrons as they lifted their faces up from their mugs of mead, a few even shouting for the dragonkin to come and join them for a drink, though the man graciously turned down the offers on account of having travelled through the entire day, and wanting to be rested and clear headed the next morning. The town at the foot of the mountain range had nearly become a second home for the black-scaled dragon, in fact he'd often thought about purchasing a more permanent place somewhere in the town, not that he didn't appreciate the soft bed of his usual tavern room, as well as the delicious breakfast cooked up by the innkeep. Cyrus had made the town, as well as the nest of the very special feral dragoness near the top of the mountain, a regular stop during his journeys, visiting the place at just about every opportunity he could. He was however particularly excited to visit his four-legged lover this time around due to two things, the first of which being that he knew that the clutch of eggs that he had fathered were supposed to have hatched a few weeks ago. He hadn't yet seen what the little hatchlings looked like, and was extremely curious to see whether any of them would resemble him at all, in addition to simply wanting to make sure that all of them and Pearl were doing fine. The second reason for his eagerness to pay the feral dragoness a visit weighed heavily in his rucksack as he handed the innkeep a handful of coin, landing onto the floor with a hefty thud as he set his backpack down in his room, letting out a quiet sigh of relief after having had to lug the bag around the entire day. The dragonkin stepped in front of a small mirror as he was getting undressed for bed, catching a glimpse of the golden band he'd recently gotten forged onto his left horn, smiling slightly as he ran a finger along the smooth surface of the glimmering piece. He hoped that Pearl would enjoy the surprise of the band and the other gift he had in his backpack, especially after he'd already spent a good few bounties' worth of coin on the surprises. Trying not to psych himself out for what was still to come, the man slumped down into bed and closed his eyes, starting his snoring almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. 

Snoozing peacefully through the night, the tip of his tail occasionally twitching as he dreamt of the feral dragoness, Cyrus woke in the early hours of the morning, yawning gently as he tossed off his blankets, stretching for just a moment before stumbling towards a bathtub in the corner of his room. Though the bathtub was designed for humans and just a tad too small for a bulky dragonkin like himself, the man was able to scrub off the stink of the road from his hide with relative ease, the largest issue presented by his morning wood, making him huff and pant as he cleaned himself off. The reptile was certainly tempted to just give the throbbing girth a quick polish with his hands, but he wanted to save himself up for his date, keeping his desires bottled up for the time being. Stepping out of the bathtub, his scales scrubbed sparkling clean for the special evening he had planned, Cyrus grabbed his heavy backpack and headed out, wanting to get the long trek to the mountain at least mostly over with before the sun was up. Just about every villager who the man spotted as he was walking out of the town merrily waved him a good morning, having accepted the dragonkin as one of their own already. Cyrus was used to the occasional moment of resistance and doubt coming from the people of any new cities he arrived at, since towering dragonkin like himself weren't all that common of a sight in the countryside, but the people of this town had quickly come to see the many upsides of having a veteran adventurer staying there, ready to help with just about anything that the village required. Cyrus had immediately endeared himself to the entire town the moment he'd "tamed" the feral dragon living in the mountains, though he still kept the specifics of how he'd managed the feat to himself, not wanting the word to spread and cause all of the men to head out and get themselves killed trying to lay with whatever feral beasts were causing havoc nearby. Smirking to himself at the idea that maybe he'd accidentally stumbled across the secret method that all of the beast tamers across the lands were using, the dragon marched down the familiar roads and paths that snaked into the forest surrounding the town, his rucksack making every step a slight struggle even though he was bringing barely half the amount of survival equipment and rations that he usually brought to his treks through the wilderness. 

Not long after he began spotting the majestic and gargantuan roots of the mountain peeking through the thick brush of the forest, Cyrus heard the sounds that had quickly transformed into one of his favourite noises: the flap of giant wings in the skies above. Stepping out onto a clearing, he removed his backpack and sat down with a grunt, leaning on his hands as he peered up to see Pearl circling in the air, her beautiful pearl-coloured belly blending in with the white of the clouds and the warm yellow of the sun, only her roars signalling her location to the dragonkin. Though most might've been intimidated by the ferocious sounds, Cyrus knew the dragoness well enough that he could differentiate between her excited vocalisations and those intended to warn of her wrath, leaning back in a relaxed pose as he watched the tiny blip in the skies growing larger and larger as she approached the clearing. Landing with enough force to make the ground quake beneath her, a gust of wind from her wings causing the nearby trees to bend over like they were buffeted by a storm, Pearl-of-Sun touched down, stepping towards the smiling dragonkin as she bowed her head down, pushing her muzzle into Cyrus' lap with a happy huff as he hugged her head, lovingly caressing her neck, 
"I have missed you, Cyrus~" 
"I've missed you too~" 
The pair cuddled for a minute, just enjoying one another's touch in quiet as Pearl nuzzled closer to the male, her wings tucked closed on her back and her tail resting on the soft grass. Cyrus finally broke the hug, getting up to his feet, almost pushed right back to the ground as the dragoness' tongue slapped against his face, a single lick from her immediately coating his entire chest in saliva as he chuckled and playfully pushed her snout away, 
"Pearl, please, I didn't bring a change of clothes. I'd like it if my shirt wasn't completely soaked in slobber~" 
The feral dragon giggled as well, lifting her head up and stretching her wings, crouching down slightly as she motioned towards her back, 
"In that case, we must get back to my den, so that you may remove your clothes entirely~" 
Cyrus grinned, heaving his hefty backpack up onto the large reptile before climbing aboard himself, hugging her neck firmly as he sighed, still more than a little nervous about flying even with the amount of experience under his belt after the many flights, 
"Alright, I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Just… no flips or rolls in the air this time around, pretty please?" 
Rising into the skies with ease, as if the man and his heavy luggage wasn't even strapped onto his back, Pearl shot up towards the peak of the mountain, the scent of fresh greenery slowly changing to crisp and pure mountain air. 

Holding on for dear life as he was ferried through the skies, Cyrus kept his eyes firmly ahead rather than glancing down at the long drop below, gritting his teeth the whole time until Pearl was safely on land once more, landing on the perch in front of her den. The man hopped off of the dragoness, grabbing his bag, just about to step into the dark of the cave in front of him when suddenly he heard echoing noises coming from within, his ears perking up at the sounds of skittering and growling, catching the glint of eyes staring back at him from the shadows. Freezing in place, he stood still as the sounds grew slightly louder, the echoes of the cave making it near impossible for him to figure out where exactly all of the hissing and snarling was coming from, or from how many sources. Hopping between the mouth of the cave and the man, Pearl gave a soft roar as she curled a wing around Cyrus, gently nudging him forwards next to her, the sounds from within coming to a sudden halt. The pair both waited for a second, watching as a tiny dragon suddenly poked his head out from the den, followed by two more, stepping into the sunlight and towards the stranger, soothed by their mother's calming purrs. Before long, a dozen young hatchlings were carefully creeping towards the dragonkin, sniffing the air and crouching low to the ground, still unsure about the smiling man, the bravest of them very gently batting at his feet with their front legs as he laughed, squatting down and offering up a hand for the cubs to smell. He was delighted to see that several of the feral hatchlings had similar colourings to his own hide, many of them sharing his black scales with hints of purple and streaks of violet, while others more resembled their mother, 
"So, these would be the hatchlings I gave to you, I'm guessing?" 
Pearl smiled as she herded the 12 skittish cubs closer, staying close to the man as she introduced him to their offspring, 
"Indeed, they are born of your seed. Not quite old enough to learn or understand the common tongue yet, but they will get there in time."
In just a few minutes, all of the hatchlings had become comfortable enough with the man to approach him freely, surrounding him and prodding at him with their noses, gnawing at his boots and slapping at his back with their tails, trying to get the odd-looking dragon to play with them, thinking that he was small enough to also still just be a cub. Cyrus couldn't help but to feel his heart melt as one of the hatchlings tugged at his shirt while another tried to get the man to pet him, all the while Pearl was nuzzling his cheek and gently licking at his neck. 

Cyrus played and lounged around with the dozen hatchlings for some time, getting to know the personalities of each, from the bubbly little runt he'd named Opal to the very shy Lily-In-Shade, eventually wearing the cubs out enough that most of them retreated back into the cave, cuddling up in one big pile for a nap. The moment of quiet gave the dragoness and her lover the opportunity to spend some more time together, sitting next to one another on the perch of her den, staring down at the forests and fields below them. Gently stroking the large feral's side, the dragonkin could see her curiously glancing over at his backpack from time to time, smirking as he looked around for a good place to reveal his surprise. Peeking up, the answer to the man's question was immediately answered, even though he wasn't entirely happy about it, groaning to himself but steeling his nerves, wanting the experience to be perfect, even if it meant braving the heights some more. He stood up, giving Pearl's side a nudge as he pointed towards the apex of the mountain, 
"Hey, I just realised I've never been to the very top, I bet the view would be even better from there."
"If you wish to see the sights from there, then climb on my back, it is but a short flight there."
Grabbing his bag and climbing onto the dragon's back, Cyrus once more hugged Pearl's neck, clinging to her as she flew them both to the very top of her mountain, landing on a small and flat outcropping just a stone's throw away from the peak. Breathing a sigh of relief at being on stable ground again, Cyrus quickly hopped off, his breath fogging up slightly at such a height, the incredible view of the continent stretching out in all directions.

Thinking it was finally a good time to reveal his surprise, he laid his backpack down and opened it up, on his knees as he looked up at the curious dragoness, 
"I… you've been on my mind so much lately, that I wanted to get something for you. It's… well…" 
The dragonkin pulled out a large golden band the size of his own head, a few amber gems embedded into the glimmering ring, requiring some struggle for him to lift up, 
"I… want you to have this. I've always thought that the wedding ring ritual that humans do is quite touching, so I thought that maybe you'd…" 
"You… you wish to marry me?" 
Looking much more sheepish than usual, still holding the large ring in his arms, Cyrus nodded and glanced up towards the golden band he'd had forged onto his horn, 
"I had this made from the same batch of gold, so… if you're willing that is, of course… I would never f-" 
Pearl shut up his lover with a kiss, pushing her lips against his muzzle and slipping the tip of her tongue into his maw as he let out a surprised moan, almost dropping the ring he was holding, his cheeks left slightly red as she pulled back,
"I accept~" 
With a smile, Cyrus walked behind the dragoness, opening up a hinge in the ring and slotting it in place snugly around her tail, closing it as she leaned her head down, her hot breath against the back of his neck making him shiver as she whispered, 
"Is there not another human ritual associated with weddings? Something about… consummating the marriage~?" 

With his hands still on the feral dragon's tail, Cyrus moaned softly as she dragged the very tip of her tongue along his neck, drawing shapes on his cheek as she carefully pushed a claw up into his shirt, pulling it up. The man helped her along, lifting his top off the rest of the way and letting it drop to the ground as she continued caressing his bare skin with her tongue, her steaming hot breath making the male feel like he was in a sauna as her claw pushed down the back of his pants, dropping the pair, as well as his underwear, down to the floor. Already almost fully erect, Cyrus leaned back against the dragon's muzzle, reaching over his shoulder and stroking her snout as he huffed, closing his eyes as her tongue wandered downwards. With a small nudge, Pearl shoved her new husband forwards, curling her body around him as the dragonkin stumbled against her side, his flank hitting the ground as he turned around just in time to see her open maw diving down towards his crotch. The feral's muzzle carefully clamped down around Cyrus' cock, basting the shaft with her saliva as the dick grew to full hardness in her mouth, his arms hugging her large snout as she sucked him off. Grunting and groaning every breath as he bucked up against the feral dragon's mouth, the adventurer's moans echoed across the mountain tops as Pearl's tongue wrapped around his length, her lips puckered at the base of his cock, nursing on him as if she was starving. She didn't stay latched on his pole for long however, eager to thoroughly explore the male's body again after being separated for nearly a month, letting go of his cock only to poke and prod at his undercarriage with her nose, licking her lips as she snorted lustfully. Seeing the shift in his newlywed wife's interest, Cyrus leaned further back and lifted one of his legs up over her muzzle, grabbing one of his ass cheeks and spreading them open as he massaged his shaft with the other, quivering with carnal desires as he felt her tongue gliding down over his balls and taint, finally reaching his tailhole. Pearl pushed the tip of her tongue inside the man with little resistance, feeling him clenching hard as he moaned, a splash of precum spraying over her snout. Sliding as deep as she could get, the feral dragoness rimmed Cyrus, teasing his prostate and gently thrusting in and out of his asshole while he melted into a puddle in her lap, gasping for air between every grunt, clinging to her with both hands as he neared the finish. Trembling from his head to his toes, the dragonkin came hands free, roaring into the skies as his seed shot out like a fountain, showering his own belly and chest in the thick liquid while Pearl kept eating out his tailhole, making sure not to keep anything back while he enjoyed the wave of utter bliss, shaking and shoving his flank down against her tongue harder. 

Collapsing against the giant beast's side, the drained Cyrus panted intensely, trying to catch his breath as the cool mountain top air enveloped him in between Pearl's hot breaths, squirming as she pushed her head down to lick the cum from his bare belly and chest, just the few drops of her drool dripping onto his tender shaft making him gasp and jump. Cleaning her lover's chest as if she was grooming her hatchlings, Pearl lapped up every last drop of cum that the man had spilled, her tail lazily swinging in the air behind her like a colossal snake, letting the man catch a whiff of her feral scent whenever it momentarily swayed out of the way of her dripping wet slit. Only after making sure that he was clean, the dragoness moved her snout up to Cyrus' mouth, gently kissing him before even swallowing the seed still swirling around in her maw, closing her eyes as he laid a hand on her muzzle and caressed it. Tasting his own cum on Pearl's tongue, the dragonkin opened wide with a moan, slightly surprised that she didn't immediately fill his muzzle up with the large tongue like usual, her bestial kiss instead seeming much more tender this time around, loving with just the right dash of sensuality to still keep him fired up even after cumming. The newlywed couple stayed locked together in the kiss for several minutes, with the dragoness occasionally backing up slightly to let Cyrus gasp for air as his fingers caressed her fangs and lips, finally separating for good as the towering feral bowed her head down onto his lap, giving a soft purr, 
"I love you."
"I love you too~" 

Resting together for a moment, Cyrus was constantly teased by the mouthwatering scent of the dragoness' pussy, and his situation certainly wasn't made any better by the very close snuggling that she was doing, her tight embrace forcing his shaft to grind and hump against her muzzle the entire time. Noticing that the man was getting antsy for something a little steamier than just kissing and cuddling again, Pearl gave a sly smile as she stood up, turning her rear towards the dragonkin before laying down, her back legs spread out and her gold-decorated tail rising up to show off her two holes, her plump asshole puckered up and her cunt winking like a mare in a rut as she peeked over her shoulder. Wasting no time, Cyrus crawled on all fours as he quickly got behind the dragoness, grabbing her haunches with both hands as he dove face first into her mound, shoving his muzzle deep into her pussy, licking and drinking her nectar while Pearl stretched out her wings in pleasure, moaning loud enough to cause the mountains to echo with her lusty roars, 
"G… goodness! Keep going, m… my love~!" 
Eating out the giant feral, Cyrus kept up his cunnilingus for as long as he could, only barely pulling his maw out from her slit to take a breath every now and then. Once the need to get something other than just his muzzle inside of the dragon became too large for him to ignore it any longer, Cyrus yanked his face out from her cunt, licking his lips as he stood up, stroking his cock as he lined his tip up with her faintly blushing pussy lips, hugging the base of her tail with his free arm to keep himself upright. Just before he slammed his girth in however, the male's eyes were drawn to the other hole just a few inches above Pearl's slit, panting hard as he suddenly had another plan pop into his head. 

Expecting the dragonkin to enter her pussy, Pearl waited patiently, her back legs quivering gently as she felt his tip teasing her lips, very nearly slipping in when suddenly she felt his hand wandering upwards, his fingers tracing the rim of her tailhole for just a moment before pushing in as she huffed. Watching two of his fingers disappear into the surprisingly tight hole, Cyrus huffed and carefully spread the pair apart, stretching the pucker by a few inches before a clench from the feral dragon closed it down again, clamping around his digits. He imagined his shaft in place of the fingers that were being milked by Pearl's asshole, salivating at the thought, putting a hand on her hindquarters and pushing down to signal for her to squat down. The dragoness did exactly as the man wished, crouching down until her cunt was touching the ground, smearing and leaking her juices all over as she lifted her tail up high, moaning as he slid his soaked tip to her asshole. With both arms wrapped around his feral wife's tail, Cyrus bucked against her and punched his cock into her snug donut, giving a loud grunt as the hole opened up just enough for his girth to sink inside. Just as tight as he had hoped, the dragonkin slammed away at Pearl's tailhole, making her moan in rhythm with his thrusts as he fucked her from behind, her tail draped over him, every minute of pounding taking them both closer to orgasm. Cyrus felt his load quickly approaching, but he didn't just want to fill up the dragoness' rear, tapping at her backside as he gasped, 
"Tur… turn around!" 
Pulling her tailhole off of the man's cock with a loud pop, Pearl quickly spun around, bringing her face right in front of the throbbing shaft as he held her in place, only needing a few pumps from his fist to finish himself off. With a groan, Cyrus fired off rope after rope onto Pearl's face and muzzle, marking the feral with his scent as she cooed softly, letting his seed drizzle over her snout. 

Panting as he emptied his swinging sack onto the dragon's face, Cyrus eventually flopped back onto his flank, his legs too weak to carry him as he puffed, watching his cum drip down the sides of the feral's muzzle, leaving streaks of white onto her hide as she smiled. Nuzzling close to the exhausted man, Pearl glanced up at the golden ring embedded in his left horn, staring at it for a moment before rising up, closing her eyes as she began chanting in an ancient language Cyrus couldn't understand. After just a few words, he began feeling an odd warmth radiating from the golden ring and across his entire body, a gentle glow enveloping the piece of jewellery as incomprehensible runes began to be etched on the previously smooth surface, coating the entire ring in them as the dragoness continued the ritual, time seemingly coming to a standstill all around the couple as he felt the warmth in him transforming into vigour, immediately feeling like he was decades younger. Stopping her chanting, Pearl opened her eyes and watched the newly invigorated dragonkin rubbing the surface of the etched ring, the golden glow of it slowly dissipating over several seconds as he cocked his head, confused, 
"What just happened?" 
"Humans are not the only ones around with rituals to bind lovers. We are connected, we are one, for all eternity~" 
Pearl gave a loving smile as the astonished Cyrus hugged her neck, cuddling against her as he smirked, 
"So, what do you think… do we have enough time for another round before our hatchlings wake up from their nap~?" 
The dragoness chuckled and pinned him down with her maw, kissing him as she rose to her feet, ready to test just how much stamina the man now had after her spell.