Story by Custos
(Original posting 02 June 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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The shaman’s hut is decorated with expensive shear veils of various bright colours, mostly purple as it is the hue of mystery and the spirit world. Candles and oil wicks are burning as they cast a soft warm light throughout the space, with clouds of mind-expanding incense forming a light mist in the cosy dwelling.

Nakka is understandably a little lightheaded, sitting in the middle of the hut surrounded by the shear drapes hanging down from the ceiling, sort of enveloped in a little cosy cocoon of expensive cushions and blankets imported from traders with connections to the ‘civilised’ world. The muscular wingless dragon is enjoying the fruits presented to him on the platter in the middle of the expensive silken pillows, as well as the pipe with stimulating herbs left by his good friend Donar, the shaman of the tribe. The two of them go way back to their childhoods, before any responsibilities came along. Before any children sprang from their loins. A friendship marked by decades of prosperity as well as tribulation, but always have the two pushed through with each other’s support. Their wives understand the deep connection between the two males, and whilst relations outside of marriage are not frowned upon in the least in the tribe, it calms both men’s senses that their loved ones support their deep bond. Two wives for Donar, about a dozen for Nakka. All fully supportive of their husband’s need for male companionship.

The chieftain takes another drag from the herb-filled pipe, blowing out a soft cloud of smoke as it mingles with the misty incense, when suddenly the curtains separating the larger hut from the smaller adjacent one part. To Nakka’s surprise, not only does his dear old friend Donar emerge sensually dancing in nothing but his ceremonial sarong made of sabre-toothed cat fur, but he’s closely followed by his preteen son Tarako. The slender feminine boy at nine years old couldn’t be a bigger contrast in body type with his father Donar, whom is quite thick and has a muscle gut. The beautiful boy has four small horns shaped like a ram’s, accentuating his slender face and shy smile. Tarako is carrying a thick jug which looks quite heavy.

Sensually dancing still, Donar moves his large body with surprising agility around the drapes of see-through fabric, teasing his old friend with the occasional glimpse of what’s underneath his sarong before the shaman settles right behind Nakka. His strong hands dart forwards and briefly massage his childhood friend and chieftain’s muscular neck before leaning in to whisper into Nakka’s ear:”My son insisted on bearing witness to our lovemaking tonight, my friend. He claims he shouldn’t be stuck with the womenfolk and his siblings as we rut. I told him he could watch, and only watch, if his chieftain would approve. And he should ask nicely.”

Nakka’s eyes dart towards his friend’s young son, a slight blush on his cheeks at the impromptu request, but his bare manhood giving a twitch of excitement as Tarako reverently kneels before him in the cosy circle of cushions and veils. His body is slender and beautiful, which reminds him so much of his own daughter Pride, whom’s tummy now is swelling with their egg as he seeded her during her rite of passage not too long ago. The preteen boy’s humanoid penis is the same hue of green like his body overall, with colourful feathers in an array of yellow, red, and blue accentuating his curled horns almost like hair on a mammal. Tarako is clearly excited, for his youthful smaller penis is erect like a nail and trembling with anticipation, his beautiful golden eyes shyly making eye contact with his chieftain’s:”Chieftain Nakka, father of all. I would be honoured to witness you making love with my dad. And learn firsthand how to please another male. If you so would allow me. Please.”

Donar is smirking bemusedly at his friend’s flustered expression, though, subtle it may be. He’s always loved teasing his buddy, and the two have made a habit out of it throughout the years to occasionally surprise the other with a prank.

The muscular reddish brown dragon chieftain exhales the last puff he took from the pipe and sets it down, looking over the beautifully effeminate boy as Tarako waits patiently and expectantly for his leader’s answer. Nakka’s yellow chest and stomach frames his large pink humanoid erection, which stands up proudly in salute, bobbing lightly up and down with his heartbeat. A bead of precum glistens as it oozes up from the dimple that forms the dragon’s meatus, Nakka’s throat a little dry as he looks down at the beautiful smiling child:”Ah. Well, it’s a chieftain’s duty to educate all of his children. Feel free to witness our lovemaking, Tarako.”

The youth smiles broadly and happily, producing the jug he’s carrying as his father disrobes his sarong completely and lets his nine-year-old son pour a clear and scented lubricating oil into the palms of his hands:”That’s the spirit, my friend. Now. Let’s treat our tired old muscles.”
The two dragon men sit and face each other, with Nakka sliding onto the bigger Donar’s lap. Their hefty cocks are smushed together in an intimate brotherly embrace, but left neglected for now as the nine-year-old boy starts pouring the scented oil directly onto the bodies of his dad and his chieftain. Donar’s muscle gut presses into Nakka’s muscular stomach as the two get comfortable in each other’s embrace, their hands slick with the slippery liquid as they gently start massaging each other’s shoulders and backs.

The way the two men are positioned is very intimate, indeed, and invites cuddles and sensual touches as their hands explore each other’s bodies. The flames of the candles and oil wicks dance across their shimmering forms, each dimple and muscle highlighted as the nine-year-old Tarako drinks in the display of brotherly camaraderie between the two adult men. The boy sits quietly to the side, simply observing and occasionally grinding his hips together over his stiff cocklet, subtly darting his hand underneath his tail as he reaches back to gently finger himself.

Nakka and Donar moan into each other’s necks as the two virile dragon males embrace each other tightly and dig their fingers deeply into their slick skin. Their erections are dripping with copious amounts of precum, pressed tightly together and slathering up each other’s shafts as well as their groin areas, which are already shining slick with the scented massage oil. Their cocks are juicy with oil and male essence, the mingled scent of virile musk with the dizzying aromas of incense and lubricant making the two men and boy hard as a rock.

Donar’s thick fingers are the first to dip down underneath the tail of his childhood friend, Nakka moaning pitifully into the shaman’s ear as he tries to grab hold of the slippery male for support. However, with both of them as slick as seals, the chieftain needs to resort to embracing Donar’s shoulders to keep steady, which elicits a teasing peck of the thick round male onto Nakka’s lips:”Aw. Not to worry, my chieftain. I’ll treat your needy royal hole with the utmost reverence.”
The shaman with the muscle gut and with his tribal leader moaning onto his lap like a woman in heat exchanges eye contact with his young son sitting just a couple of feet away. He offers Tarako a mischievous smile, instilling in him the need for play even when burdened by the weight of adult responsibilities. When your inner child dies, so does your soul. Your virility. Your essence. Your being.

The reddish brown dragon male is taking his friend’s thick digits knuckle-deep, Nakka’s fingers clawing into the slick skin on the shaman’s back as he grinds his cock into the other male’s round muscle gut. Despite Donar’s teasing tone, there’s a deep sense of respect and mutual love in both his body language and every administration he performs upon his tribal leader. Even his nine-year-old makes no illusions: the men in front of him could be married lovers if he didn’t know better, lost in the throes of deep physical and emotional contact. And that without having performed any real act of sex yet.

Donar places another peck onto Nakka’s cheek, briefly pressing his lips against the heated skin of his friend. He can feel Nakka’s heartbeat pulse throughout the male’s whole body smushed up against him, and especially with each subtle squeeze of the chieftain’s anus around his fingers. Gently, the two men separate as their cocks bounce up and away from each other, swinging strings of clear precum around as they look at each other. One grinning, the other blushing. The thick dragon shaman nudges his head towards the pillows he’s prepared on the floor, his voice deep and husky and ever so sensual:”Lie down for me, Nakka.”

Under the unwavering gaze of his breathless and beautiful feminine nine-year-old son, Donar straddles Nakka’s legs as the chieftain lies down on his belly, quietly moaning as he presses his cock into the cushions underneath him. Their oiled-up bodies reflect the dancing light of the candles, detailing each curve and chiseled edge on their forms as Donar’s thick monster of a cock wetly slaps onto his chieftain’s buttocks:”Deep breaths, my chieftain. It’s been a while since we were intimate.”
Nakka whines softly as the shaman nudges the blunt head of his uncut humanoid cock against the other dragon male’s winking ass hole, Donar hugging his chieftain’s tail tightly to his body as he keeps it up and out of the way. The thick and round dragon man looks around towards his son, observing how the boy now too has oiled himself up and is slickly masturbating the skin of his uncut cute little stiffy up and down at the sight of his father about to penetrate another man. Donar smiles warmly at his boy, nodding at him encouragingly before getting back to the task at hand.

A hiss and a deep lustful moan escapes the two scaly men as Donar smoothly but slowly inches forwards inside of his friend’s ass. The bulbous helmet of his cock has been fully exposed as his foreskin was drawn back by his childhood friend’s anal ring, the intense heat of Nakka’s insides scorching the sensitive surface of the juicy plum that is his cock head:”Ah, Nakka. My friend. You still feel as wonderful as back when we were still children. If only you could sire my cubs.”
Donar’s heavy balls come to rest against Nakka’s, the slickness of the scented oils and their combined precum gluing the two males together as the chieftain utters his heavenly bliss so loudly that there is no doubt the shaman’s family next door could hear him. Nakka reaches back and takes the shaman’s hand, intertwining his finger’s with his friend’s as the two make eye contact, simply allowing the bottoming male to adjust to Donar’s size. The shaman smiles and squeezes his childhood friend’s hand encouragingly, giving him a few more moments before leaning down nearly all of his weight onto Nakka’s strong muscular back as he starts to grind back and forth.

Tarako is witnessing the act of fornication between his dad and his chieftain with awe, his small hand a blur as he slickly pulls the foreskin of his small erect cocklet up and down with the swiftness of the hare. The tiny cherry head looks juicy and pink each time it peeps out from its hood, before being covered up once more for a fraction of a second as the beautiful preteen boy masturbates. His other hand has darted underneath his slender tail, his feminine body writhing with pleasure as he fingers himself deeply, yearning deeply to be taken by the boy of his dreams like his dad is plowing his chieftain right now. The colourful feathers dance on his head, brushing his ram-like horns, accentuating his green scaly skin. Tarako loses it, his eyes intently burning onto his father’s heavy smooth bald sac as it slaps wetly into Nakka’s, both sacs juicy with their combined essence and the scented oil. The nine-year-old cries out and writhes on the bed of pillows, his cocklet twitching between his slender fingers as he experiences an earth-shattering dry orgasm right next to his dad and his dad’s friend.

Nakka and Donar watch the youth lose himself in his immature pleasure, the thick dragon shaman’s hips speeding up as his sac plaps wetly and urgently into his chieftain’s:”Ah, spirits be praised. Well done, Tarako, my boy. Well done.”
Jets of semen as hot as magma spurt forth within Nakka’s anal tunnel, the dragon’s inner walls tightly grasping his friend’s thick blunt cock as he milks it for all its worth. A chieftain serves his people, and it is prudent to know both how to take and to give. Sometimes even when the apparent roles are reversed.

The shaman’s muscle gut heaves with blissful ejaculation as the two males never break the seal of their hands clasped together, looking into each other’s eyes as Nakka’s head is turned back to watch his friend cum at the sight of his young son thrashing around in his prepubescent orgasm. Slowly, Nakka’s skilful ass muscles eagerly draw forth and devour the last of Donar’s virile earthy semen before gently pushing the enormously thick and softening cock back out.

Now it’s Nakka’s turn to smirk as he looks up at his friend, turning around onto his back without releasing Donar’s hand, their bodies frotting together as slick as seals as the round shaman shudders in the last waves of his pleasure. The dragon chieftain gently guides his old friend forth over his groin, until his shiny slick juicy cock head makes contact with Donar’s puckering anal ring by placing a loving wet smooch onto the warm flesh. Donar’s tongue is lolling out in a rather undignified manner, which only serves to endear him further in the heart of his good old friend. Nakka leans up and Donar meets his chieftain halfway, the two closing their eyes as they press a simple kiss onto each other’s lips. The plump shaman’s free hand reaches down to support himself onto Nakka’s knee as he hovers over his chieftain’s cock, whilst the latter reaches up his own free hand to gently cradle his friend’s cheek as they kiss.

Tarako, somewhat recovered from his own childish climax, perks his ears as suddenly his father calls out to him in a deeply husky and needy voice:”Tarako… help me down onto our chieftain’s member properly, will you?”

The little boy is ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear as the effeminate nine-year-old eagerly kneels down between Nakka’s legs, reverently taking hold of his chieftain’s penis and giving it a few pumps. Nakka moans into Donar’s mouth with deep pleasure, thrusting his hips upwards against his friend’s anus but the latter playfully and teasingly lifts himself out of the way each time. The shaman addresses his beautiful son again:”My son… it seems our chieftain needs help. Please, guide him.”

Tarako oils up his father’s tail hole a little more with a fresh squirt of the scented lubricant, pushing his tiny slender finger up inside his daddy whilst reverently keeping an eye on Nakka’s cock slit oozing up bead after bead of delicious clear precum at his friend’s teasing. His cocklet is still as stiff as a nail, never having gone down as is the blessing of childish youth, and Tarako can’t help but dart down to slowly suck a fresh pearl of his chieftain’s essence up into his little maw. Nakka moans pitifully, his chest heaving as he’s still french kissing Donar, exploring his friend’s throat deeply with his tongue as he becomes aware of the little boy’s actions. He decides to just let the boy do as he wishes, sensing how little Tarako next takes the thick plum of Nakka’s cock head inside of his young mouth, slurping and suckling up as much of the virile male’s precum as he can before letting the throbbing length pop back out.

Finally, as Nakka’s lips and hand are locked with Donar’s, the thick round heavy male decides he can’t take his own teasing any longer and he smoothly sits down onto his childhood friend’s lap. His tail hole, slick with his son’s saliva and the scented oil, smoothly swallows up Nakka’s penis down to the root, the anal ring squeezing down tightly.

There are stars in Nakka’s eyes as the reddish brown male tosses his head back into the pillows, breaking the kiss with his old friend but their hands remain firmly locked as they hold each other tight. Donar uses the hand lock to help support himself, smirking down at his chieftain wracked with pleasure as he sensually starts gyrating his hips once more in a seductive dance. His oiled-up body becomes slick with sweat as well, the dragon shaman groaning in effort and pleasure as Nakka’s blunt cock head smashes into his prostate with each of his own downwards thrusts. Tarako is still between Nakka’s legs as the young boy bites his lip in ecstasy, his cocklet twitching once more in a continuous series of mini dry orgasms simply by clenching the stiff little nail between his thighs. The preteen boy’s hands are preoccupied by lifting and holding up his chieftain’s balls reverently, squeezing the two large slippery orbs rhythmically whilst his dad slams his ass down onto Nakka’s cock time after time.

Small flames of fire escape Donar’s throat each time his body is nearly paralysed with the pleasure running up his spine as he smashes his prostate into Nakka’s cock head. Both of their hands are holding each other, fingers intertwined as Nakka helps support Donar’s heavy weight with his arms, the two friends intently staring into each other’s eyes as the shaman is grinding both himself and his chieftain to their final climax of the night. The thick round body of the spiritual man is shaking and trembling with each movement, oiled up and slick and beautiful as the two men meld warmly into each other.

Nakka meets his friend’s thrusts and cries out as he drills upwards in a last few powerful slaps of need. His hot draconic semen spills forth, spilling up into Donar’s tight anal tunnel as the both of them breathe flames of lustful climax, nearly scorching some of the colourful veils still protecting them in their cosy little cocoon. Wave after wave of Nakka’s seed washes forth up inside his friend’s innards, fruitlessly seeking an egg to impregnate, no doubt. Donar too erupts for the second time that night, his load coating his childhood friend and chieftain in ropes of virile sticky semen as Nakka’s open mouth unwittingly catches some of the aimless spurts. Their oiled-up bodies heavy with convulsions, the two locked momentarily into the throes of brotherly passion. Of camaraderie. Loyalty. Love.

Slowly, Nakka’s still-pulsing shaft is withdrawn from Donar’s plump firm ass, the juicy pink plum of a cock head oozing up plenty of semen still as the shaman collapses onto the cushions next to his friend:”Ah. Hehe. Lovely as always, my friend. Rutting with you is an addiction I’ll never be able to give up.”
Nakka grins at his friend’s compliment, reaching down to squeeze both his friend’s fat cock as well as pinch his nipple, this time around making Donar gasp in shameful surprise:”Likewise, my friend. My wonderful sexy friend. I always look forwards towards our little rendezvous.”

As the two men are basking in their combined afterglow in each other’s arms, the meek voice of Tarako suddenly pipes up:”Daddy. I haven’t eaten yet. Would it be okay if… like when I was little?”
Donar and Nakka look down at the beautiful little boy, asking his daddy so politely to feed him his nourishing fatherly milk. However, Tarako’s eyes are not only on Donar’s loins, but his chieftain’s as well, his forked tongue darting out and licking his lips as he looks longingly. Donar and Nakka’s eyes turn towards each other, a smile exchanged as the shaman takes hold of his friend’s thick semi-soft penis and squeezes out a thick dollop of manly seed. Tarako’s eyes grow wide in surprise, but he doesn’t hesitate for a moment, diving down to nurse from his chieftain’s penis willingly offered by his daddy.

Nakka throws his head back before nuzzling himself into Donar’s neck, the thick and round dragon continuing to squeeze and milk his friend’s penis to produce the nourishing male milk his son so very much craves:”Only because you’ve been such a good boy tonight, Tarako. Maybe next time, daddy will teach you more.”