Getting Laid

Swaying in the back of a wagon as it rolled along the bumpy road, Cyrus glanced ahead to see a few people already waving at him from the outskirts of the village, smiling to himself as he waved back. The dragonkin was already getting very used to the warm welcome he'd receive whenever arriving at the town, the people there hailing him as a great hero after he'd managed to tame and calm down a particularly fierce dragon that threatened to raze the entire settlement. Of course, the villagers weren't aware of how exactly the man had managed to “tame” the dragoness, or how he'd already given the feral beast a clutch of hatchlings. Cyrus was quite happy keeping his methods of beast taming a trade secret, unsure if the people would be quite so welcoming towards him if they knew the entire tale. Thankfully for the dragonkin, none of the townspeople were willing to wander anywhere near Pearl’s territories near the mountain range in the distance, making certain that his secret wouldn't ever be discovered. As the wagon rolled into the main street, a few more people spotted Cyrus sitting in the back, the horned reptile nearly blushing from the attention he was getting as cheers and whistles welcomed him into the town. Hopping off the wagon near the inn he usually stayed at, the dragonkin quickly shook hands with the small crowd of people gathered around him before excusing himself, slipping past the adoring fans and hurrying inside. 

Huffing as he staggered into the inn, Cyrus waved hello at the owner busy behind the bar, getting a warm smile from the man, 
“Ah, Cyrus, what a welcome sight! I was just thinking about you, thought it was around that time of year that you'd pay a visit to our humble town once more.”
The dragonkin nodded, setting down his backpack as he sat by the bar, 
“Only barely made it in here. The bears, dire wolves, and bandits I can handle just fine, but the crowds of people out there are enough to stop any warrior. Maybe I'll take a cloak with me the next time I come around, these black and yellow scales of mine make it quite impossible to not be seen.”
Pouring the honoured guest a mug of mead, the owner of the inn grinned, 
“They're thankful, we haven't forgotten what you did to our town. That dragon was one bad day away from burning down the entire forest, and now thanks to you we barely even see it in the skies. People are happy, relieved, and confident nowadays, business is booming and our town is even growing by the month. You might've seen the new homes and shops being built near the edge of the village, that's all thanks to you.”
Taking a big gulp of the ale, Cyrus sighed, 
“I did see them, that's wonderful to hear.”
“So, here to calm down that dragon again?”
The dragonkin tried to hide his smirk, disguising it as a smile, not wanting the man to realise what he actually had in mind for Pearl, 
“Yeah, you could say that. I'll be heading for the mountain tomorrow.”
The owner patted the dragonkin on the shoulder, 
“Well, you've always got a room here, and as much mead and food as you can take, free of charge. And since you've got plenty of day still left, might I recommend a visit to the new baths, just down the main road. Might help you settle down after a long journey, prepare for tomorrow.”
Cyrus nodded as he finished his drink, 
“I just might give that a look, thank you very much.”

As relaxing as the dragonkin’s evening had been at the town, full of pandering and luxury from just about everyone he came across, the man was still eager to get going near the dawn of the next day, knowing that no luxury could hold a candle to what was waiting for him in the wilds beyond the village. Before he'd even made it out of eyesight of the town, Cyrus was already feeling his manhood stiffening under his clothes, getting hard as his mind strayed to everything he and Pearl would get up to as soon as they'd meet up once more. Though he knew all too well how to relieve his tensions, having been travelling for most of the centuries he'd been alive, the dragonkin still never felt nearly as satisfied just using his own hand than how he felt with Pearl. And even though he'd tried to visit the dragoness as often as he could, coming around to the village pretty much whenever he was anywhere in the vicinity, Cyrus still felt like he was away from his feral bride for far too long. With all of the new growth in the nearby town, as well as the adoration its residents had for him, the reptile had had a few thoughts about possibly moving there sometime soon. The idea of buying a little plot of land somewhere nearby made the dragonkin feel truly giddy, building a homestead there so he could visit Pearl whenever he wanted, just spending weeks and months up in the mountains with her before coming back to his own home to resupply. As he hiked through the thick forest, the thought of him settling down with his dragoness bride drove Cyrus to push himself even harder than before, managing to get through the wilds at record pace, excited about sharing his idea with the feral dragon. Having trudged through the forest so many times in the past, the dragonkin had no doubts about where he was going, following the same tracks he'd found during his earliest few visits to Pearl, a spring in his step and a big smile on his face as he marched ahead. 

After a while of hiking through the woods, Cyrus finally arrived at an all too familiar spot, a clearing at the edge of a beautiful lake, the very same place that he and his dragonic lover had spent so many hours at, whether it be making love or simply cuddling and enjoying one another's company. Tossing his backpack down and sitting in the sort grass, huffing as he leaned back, the dragonkin barely even had to wait a minute before he could already hear faint roaring coming from the skies, the flapping of great leathery wings growing closer as a spot of dark in the clouds drew nearer, a shadow momentarily darkening the clearing before the dragoness swooped down from the skies. Pearl gracefully landed on the clearing, her tail slapping against the ground in excitement as she looked over at Cyrus, giving a joyful growl like a tiger as she ran over to greet the man. Standing up with a chuckle, Cyrus watched the dragoness sprinting over to him, always amused by how graceful dragons appeared in the skies yet how adorable their waddle was when grounded. Spreading his arms, the dragonkin hugged Pearl’s muzzle as the feral lady came in for a cuddle, running his hands over the scales on her neck as she gently wrapped one of her wings around him, hugging him as her nostrils flared, gusts of warm air tickling his hide as the pair just embraced for a good few minutes, simply enjoying the moment in silence. Pearl finally pulled back from the embrace, giving her husband a playful lick as he laughed, her large tongue cupping around his snout as the man patted her muzzle, sighing with content, 
“It's so wonderful to see you again, Pearl, I've missed you during my travels~”
The dragoness purred, her low and sensual growl sending warm shivers up Cyrus spine, the power of her voice letting him feel the vibrations all throughout his body, 
“As have I, my love.”
The dragonkin glanced around the large feral's side, seeing her belly bulging as he smirked, 
“I see my last visit was a fruitful one again~”
“Yes, your seed is strong. The yearlings from the last clutch are out hunting, they won't return to our nest until later tomorrow most likely. And this clutch…”
The dragoness lowered the tip of one of her wings to stroke her side, caressing her belly bulging with eggs, 
“...will arrive very soon~”
“Sounds like I came at just the right moment then.”
The pair both smiled as they nuzzled, the dragon's maw opening up for a kiss, her tongue pushing into Cyrus’ muzzle as he moaned, still always a little overwhelmed by the rather forceful and thrilling kisses that the two shared. 

Feeling the tip of the dragoness’ tongue reaching the back of his throat as he moaned, her hot breath wafting over him as she purred, Cyrus’ pants were tented to the point of nearly ripping the stitching on the pair. Left gasping for air as the feral pulled her tongue out of his maw, the dragonkin wiped his wet lips on the back of his hand as he huffed and puffed, stripping off his clothes in a hurry. Stroking the dragon's neck with one hand while gripping his cock with the other, the man went in for another quick kiss, precum drizzling down his fingers as he shivered, unable to think of anything but the big beast lifting her tail up for him,
“How about you turn around and let me kiss your other lips as well~”
Pearl looked slightly flustered at the request, uncharacteristically so, leaving the man a little taken back, since the dragon usually wasn't particularly shy about lewdness, 
“I… I have been flying around all day long, what with the incessant hunger now that I'm carrying this clutch. I haven't exactly had time for a bath, so I'm… rather sweaty… back there. I… I think you might want to wait until I've had a bath in the lake before y-”
With a grin, clutching his shaft as it throbbed in his hand, Cyrus cut off the dragoness by putting his hand on her snout, licking his lips as he shook his head, 
“Oh, you've got it all wrong, my dear. Now I want to kiss you back there even more~”
“Y… you do?”
The dragonkin sat down on the grass, letting his cock slap his belly as precum smeared across his scales, 
“In fact, I don't just want to lick you, I want you to sit right on my face~”
Looking even more flustered, Pearl’s tail curled up as she panted softly, 
“Y… you people, I may never understand your odd tastes…”
Though the dignified dragoness tried to make it seem as if she had no idea why Cyrus might've wanted a sniff of her musky rump, her body language and the trembling of her back legs made it very clear to the grinning man that she was just as excited about the idea as he was, if not even more so. 

With a slightly sheepish look on her face, Pearl turned around and raised her tail up high, glancing over his shoulder as the smirking Cyrus laid down on the grass, cock in hand. The dragonkin stared up at the feral's tailhole and slit, both glistening with a mixture of her juices and sweat, smeared all over both holes by her tail rubbing on them all day long, the mouthwatering and musky scent of the mixture alone already bringing Cyrus close to the edge. Pearl carefully backed over the man, squatting as she slowly began to lower her haunches down towards the ground, already panting softly as she felt his hands caressing her rump. With an impatient huff, Cyrus directed the dragon's tailhole right over his face, his eyes rolling back with absolute bliss as his face sunk between the feral's ass cheeks, her sweaty pucker pressed right against his snout. Taking a deep sniff while he reached a hand to his cock, stroking it with slowly and deep pumps, Cyrus nuzzled his maw on the dragoness’ asshole and pushed his tongue inside, swirling it around as he moaned heartily. Pearl was enjoying the experience just as much as the man underneath her, the large female's tail curling into a twist as she gasped, trembling lightly as she felt his tongue teasing and tickling her tailhole. Rimming the musky pucker, Cyrus felt the dragon's slit grinding against his chest, leaving a big wet spot where her soaking wet pussy lips were pressed against his hide, constantly oozing a trickle of her alluring and sweet honey, winking like a mare in heat as he caressed her slit with his fingers. Unable to resist taking a taste of her other hole as well, the man guided the dragoness sitting on his face upwards slightly, shoving his muzzle into her cunt, lapping at her folds. The mixture of her musky scent and the incredible taste he'd been missing nearly made Cyrus blow his load all over Pearl’s big belly, the tip of his cock rubbing up against her soft scales as the dragoness roared in delight, lowering herself even further down on the man's face as she rocked herself back and forth, grinding her pussy on his snout while he ate her out. 

Happily lapping away at the dragon's cunt, letting her juices drench his entire upper half while he jerked off with the slick sap, Cyrus gasped for air when the heavily panting Pearl suddenly lifted her flank off of him. With a slightly apologetic, yet utterly pleasured, look, the feral rolled onto her side, gritting her teeth as her claws dug into the dirt, 
“I… I apologise, but… all of this excitement, it… nearly made me lay our clutch…”
“Oh…”
Pearl watched as the utterly soaked dragonkin sat up, licking his lips and wiping his face, a sly smile coming across her muzzle as she laid down on her back, stretching out her legs and giving her tongue a twirl, 
“However, just because I must take a break, that does not mean you must. How about you come here and allow me to repay your favour~”
Cyrus chuckled as he stood up, 
“I've gotta warn you, I'm not exactly smelling like roses either, not after the long hike I had coming here. Is that going to be a problem~?”
“Not at all~”
With a grin, the dragonkin clambered on top of the female's chest, slowly turning around to face away from her head as he ran his hands over her hide, caressing her as she opened her maw. The man laid down on his belly, lifting up his tail to moon the dragoness, his tailhole as well as his manhood pointing right at the feral, both slick with his sweat. Without wasting any time, Pearl got to work giving her husband's backside a thorough tongue bath, coating every last inch of his ass crack, his balls, and his shaft with her slobber as she licked and suckled, making him moan and squirm. Cyrus’ toes curled up as the dragon's bit tongue worked its way into her tailhole, gently slipping inside as he gasped, squirts of precum spilling all over her scales as her nostrils flared to get a good whiff of his musk, blowing hot air all over the glistening rump of the dragonkin. Giving a shuddering moan as his feral wife's tongue popped free of his pucker, Cyrus continued writhing around on top of her as the large tongue cupped both his balls and his shaft all at once, caressing his goods as she let out a lusty snarl, making him shiver as she let him hump against her maw, spraying pre onto her tongue. 

The more the dragonkin rutted against her tongue, the more worked up Pearl got, her dripping slit winking as her tail slapped the ground again and again, her legs and her wings stretching out as she panted. Finally, the dragoness simply nudged the man off of her with her snout, causing Cyrus to tumble off of her chest with a surprised yelp, flopping onto the grass. The dragonkin groaned as he picked himself up and turned around, only to see Pearl on all fours and squatting, her tail raised up, presenting herself to him, a desperate look on her face as she squirmed, 
“I believe the laying has already started, it is too far gone for me to stop now, so you may as well help deliver them~”
With an eager grin, Cyrus dusted himself off and stepped behind the squatting dragon, wrapping an arm around the base of her lifted tail as he guided his rock hard cock to her soaking wet slit, barely needing to push at all as he sunk balls deep inside. Pearl gave a small, trembling roar as her husband plunged into her cunt, lowering her head all the way down to the grass as he pounded her from behind, quivering as the combination of his rutting and the eggs starting to pass made her legs weak. Slamming all the way down to the hilt with every rapid thrust, Cyrus loved the way the dragon's walls were constantly clenching down before relaxing again as she pushed the clutch of eggs, his entire crotch glazed with the glistening and sticky sap drooling from her pussy lips, making him reek like he'd just helped a dozen dragonesses in heat. Moaning heartily, the dragonkin kept plunging in hard, until he suddenly felt the first of the eggs deep inside of her tunnel, his tip grazing against the slick shell. With a smirk, he pulled back just a little, staying inside as she kept pushing, feeling the egg travelling down the groaning dragon's canal until he gave another careful thrust just as Pearl’s pushing came to a break. The man shoved the egg back up deeper into her slit, causing the dragoness to gasp as the unexpected sensation sent her over the edge, snarling as she came. Pearl’s walls clamped down around Cyrus’s cock for just a second, before a spray of her juices splattered down his thighs, the eggs sliding out of her cunt as she pushed with all of her might, shoving the man's girth out of her at the same time. 

With the gasping and moaning dragon's mound busy passing one egg after the other, Cyrus decided to make use of her other hole to help her relax, panting as he almost immediately slipped his manhood into the feral's tailhole. Though Pearl’s pucker was squeezed shut tight, the dragonkin was able to push in fairly easily, thanks to the added lubrication of his spit from when he'd rimmed her, as well as the copious amounts of her juices still dripping from his shaft. Thrusting balls deep into the dragoness’ ass as another egg slid out of her gaped pussy, Cyrus grunted as her pucker kept squeezing around his length, milking him along his entire shaft, flexing as it clenched rhythmically. Clinging to her tail as he pounded her tailhole, the man grit his teeth and tried to hold himself back from cumming too early, wanting to last as long as the dragon's egg laying would take. That was easier said than done however, with how pent up Cyrus was after so long of not seeing Pearl, having already been edging himself throughout all of the licking, grinding, humping, and fucking the pair had been indulging in at the waterfront. Shivering every time he heard another egg plopping onto the grass, each one followed by a hard clench as the dragoness took a big gasp of air, Cyrus kept himself hilted balls deep inside of the feral, groaning as the egg count even surpassed the last clutch of eggs he'd impregnated her with. Just as the man thought he couldn't last a single second longer, Pearl passed the final egg, the biggest one of the clutch, triggering another orgasm in her, the beast's roaring and squirming finally pushing Cyrus over the edge as well. With a loud growl, almost mirroring the feral dragoness, the man came hard, filling Pearl’s tailhole with his seed, jets of his load spraying deep inside of her pucker as she shivered and moaned, flapping her wings. 

Feeling Cyrus pull out of her, Pearl collapsed onto the ground, her trembling legs unable to hold her in the squat for a moment longer, huffing and puffing as she shivered. The dragoness slowly raised her head, glancing behind her to see a pile of eggs nestled on the ground, each of them coated with her juices, the dragonkin’s load drooling onto them from her creampied tailhole. Pearl smirked as the equally shaky Cyrus staggered over to her, sitting down against her side as she curled around him, gently enveloping both him and the pile of eggs as she purred with a satisfied tone, giving the man a few licks. Gasping as the dragon's tongue cleaned up his shaft, licking every last bit of his seed and her own juices from it, Cyrus smiled as he snuggled up to the feral, squirming as her tongue cupped under his girth to catch the last few drops of his cum. Smacking her lips, Pearl nuzzled against her husband's chest, rubbing her cheek against him as she eyed up the pile of eggs, 
“You know, the last clutch are soon going to be of the age that they will start breeding as well. And before they leave the nest, their father usually tends to teach them some things, such as taking their virginity~”
Cyrus chuckled, petting the feral's snout, 
“Is that so? The more I learn about dragonic culture, the more I fall in love with it~”
The pair cuddled together as the sound of the waves lapping steadier their breaths, staring into each other's eyes as they giggled.