A sharp hiss cut through the air and a white cloud began to fill the wooden structure. Two dragons were inside, the larger and older of the two poured water over hot stones. Cyrus, a black and yellow dragon inhaled deeply, then spat a spout of fire at the rocks. The black rocks turned red and Cyprus once more poured a ladle of water over the stones. Another hiss sounded out through the sauna.

“Ahhh, much better,” he said before sitting down on the bench next to his son, both were naked but for a towel. Zephyr was…different from his father. Where his dad had rippling muscles underneath impenetrable scales and a serious ability to pump iron, Zephyr's body was soft and his purple and pink scales were smooth. His talents lay in more…delicate matters. It wasn’t a surprise to either of them when Zephyr found his dad jerking off, smelling his own sports jock…Zeph felt he needed to provide release to his father. It went pretty well, and the two had been in bed with each other quite a few other times since then.

Steam fogged up the glass on the door, hiding the pair, the humidity made Zephyr’s eyes water just a little, but the older dragon only let out a deep appreciative rumble for the heat. Both of them started to sweat before too long. Beads of moisture began forming on the tips of the dragons’ scales, the humidity coaxing it out of them. The bigger black dragon relaxed, putting his hands behind his head and exposing his pits to the air. His scent began to become just as prevalent as the mist around them. It elicited…. certain feelings from the boy next to him.

The boy’s eyes wandered as they formed, watching some beads collect and run down that muscular body. His eyes were glued to a drop that started at the top of his chest and ran all the way down to the towel. He swallowed, some butterflies starting to fly around in his stomach.

When he snapped out of it and looked up, he saw his father’s coy face staring back, “Something on your mind?”

“N-no!” Zephyr said instinctively, he almost immediately regretted it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what have I told you about lying son?” The dragon gave an exaggerated disappointed expression, “Especially when it comes to your old man.”

He gave his son a massive grin before picking him up and laying him across his knees. When the boy's towel fell off, revealing his naked body he let out a little whimper, but didn't protest.

'Daddy…" he started, and was quickly silenced as his daddy's hand came crashing down on his ass, denying the boy’s chance to talk back. The wet slap sounded through the sauna, the sweat and mist making the sound louder.

"Zephyr," he lightly said before bringing his hand down again, harder. Cyprus felt a warm wet splatter on his pecs, a halo of sweat and mist exploded from his son's ass. His loins stirred, he always loved playing with his son like this. A tent started to form on his towel. He brought his hand down again, making more noise than pain. Though the soft scales did little to stem the pain of the spanking. "Bad" he spanked the boy again, even harder, eliciting a small yelp from the pink dragon.

"Girl!" Another spank, the force pushed the girly dragon forwards more and he found himself moaning as his hard little prick pushed against his dad's knees. He gave some more rough spanks, his own hand stung just a bit.

The dragon's pink scaled cheeks were tinged red from the attention. He let out a whine, "Dad, that…was a lot."

"It was," he replied, "I didn't hear you say stop did I? Maybe I need to think of a new punishment for bad girls if they like it so much."

He reached down and gave that dick a hard grip, causing a moan and a blush from his son.

"Now, turn around," the father commanded, and that reddened effeminate ass sticking straight up in the air was replaced by a little throbbing dick. Cyrus reached a hand behind the boy's head and brought it up, he leant down and kissed the horny dragon.

Slender arms wrapped around the black dragon's meaty back. The pink dragon hugged himself to his father, his dull claws raking against the black scales, the man's hard body rubbed against Zephyr's delicate scales, slightly scuffing them.

Cyrus's long tongue slithered around the boy's own and pushed down his throat just a little as the two deeply kissed. The steam around them seemed to only grow hotter and hotter.

Grinding upwards, Cyrus's fat cock pushed against the boy above it. His head was huge, leaving behind sticky spots on his son's scales. The tip of it already glistened with pre, a clear sign of the man’s arousal.

The two broke the indulgent kiss, the long strand of dragon drool that briefly connected them broke after a second. The boy blushed a bit and shot back, "You'd never change your punishments. You like dishing them out too much."

"Heh," the man let out a single soft laugh before diving back down, once more wrapping their tongues together. Rough large hands explored the smooth soft body below him, gripping onto his body and repositioning. Cyrus laid his son on his belly and positioned himself on top of him, his meaty cock pushing between the boy's plush cheeks. He shuttered just a little, eager to dig into his treat.

The two dragons ground against one another, both needy in different ways. The more Cyrus humped, the more the air filled with the older dragon's scent. It was slightly spicy and had a deepness befitting a dragon of his stature, amped up by the sauna’s humidity. Zephyr let out a little whimper as something hard, hot, and musky rubbed against his sore cheeks again and again and again.

Black ground against reddened pink for awhile, the two enjoying the heat around them and Cyrus enjoyed the heat around his now wet shaft. Hinting at the more…vigorous activity to come. 

"You know, I'm glad I caught you peeking." The black dragon said, his shaft sandwiched between the cheeks. There were no scales there, only nice soft dragon cheek.

"If you hadn't, I might not have known what a perfect little bottom you are."

His cock head pushed against the boy's hole. It didn't gape today, but the boy's tailhole was well acquainted with being filled by now. He pushed back just a bit, still embarrassed by his enjoyment of their incestuous activities.

"Shoulda known my own son woulda been great, seems you got your mom's talent for taking dragon cock though."

With those words Zephyr's face began to look like his ass it was blushing so hard.

"Dad…" he let out, softly, barely audibly.

"Hmm?"

"Can you…"

"Can I what?" He responded by pushing his cock in a bit deeper, the head pushing a bit deeper, harder, around the ring, but slipped out. He continued to tease him.

The boy covered his face with his hands, still a little too shy to ask.

"Zeph? Can I what?" 

"Could you…please…me," the boy could barely get the words out, half of them catching in his throat.

"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you." This was the man's favorite part.

A squeal of frustration, arousal, and embarrassment rolled in the pink dragon's throat.

"Come on, I want to hear you say it."

The pink dragon let out a shuttered sigh and spoke up, "Please…. fuck me daddy."

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Please fuck me daddy," he said again.

"I don't know, I'm not buyin it."

Another growl from the son and another chuckle from the father.

"Come on, beg for it." He thrusted his cock down, almost penetrating the boy, then spat between his cheeks, slicking up that warm tunnel, "Beg for it boy. I need to hear it."

"Fuck me daddy! I need your cock, I need it! I want you to fill mmeeeeeeeeeee!"

His last word was a shriek as that fat chode sunk down, sunk in, popping past the ring in one smooth motion. A shiver of pleasure ran up Cyrus’s body as he penetrated his son, cock almost painfully hard. He sunk in, pushing himself down and down and down, dragging out the first thrust. Zephyr was loving it, his head raised and little noises of pleasure spilling out of his snout. Big black dragon balls came to rest over’s small pink ones. Cyrus had completely bottomed out, taking his time again, he withdrew himself, then sunk back in. 

The pink boy grunted and tried to muffle his moans as his daddy’s thrusts picked up in pace, first there were only steady thrusts. The dragon’s muscles flowed over his body as he indulged in his own form, defined cords of meat bulging and retracting as the black dragon plowed into that tight tailhole beneath him. 

For Zephyr, he was just trying to contain his moans, almost painful moans begged for pleasure. He was so filled that a small bulge appeared and disappeared on his body, growing and shrinking along with the man’s thrusts. Wet slaps sounded throughout the room, a steady clap of sex. But then a rough hand gripped the boy’s horn, and Cyrus started to really fuck his boy.

He wasn’t indulging in his thrusts anymore, instead his focus was on that tight hole, his pounding became more erratic, little bursts of rapid thrusts filled with loud grunting and groaning. The effort was pushing that hulk to a limit, beads of sweat ran down his face, through his chest and over his body down to the boy below him. His pants became harder, faster and the boy’s moans only got louder and needier as his mind was overwhelmed. His own untouched prick dribbled pre as his prostate was rammed over and over again by the dick that made him.

He whimpered, almost unable to take it, the pain was buried but Zephyr could tell he was going to be walking funny. He let out a groan, sounding like a bitch in heat,  and began babbling, “Cuminmecuminmecuminme CUM! IN! MEEEEE!”

He screeched and Cyrus let out a victorious roar, small bits of flame gathered around his mouth but he contained himself and groaned, gunted, and shoved himself as deep as he could, his twitching dick filling up the pink dragon’s colon with spunk. That bulge grew and grew and grew and grew as Zephry was completely flooded with warmth. The sensation caused his own dick to jump and spray. Falling to the ground below him through a gap in the wooden bench. Cyrus’s seed soon followed, overflowing and splattering onto the floor below.

Soon, Zeph’s stomach touched the bench and Cyrus’s orgasm finally trailed off, only giving a few twitches. The two panted, hard, both trying to recover from the incestious incoupling. Huge droplets beaded together, egged on by the steam that filled the air. Though, it had taken the two so long that mist was starting to thin out just a little.

The two stayed like that for a little while, enjoying the other’s warmth. Zephyr in particular could feel the fire in his father’s stomach. But after a few minutes, after the two had both caught their breath, Cyrus let out a low grunt as he pulled his dick out and seman flowed out of the young boy, a stream of jizz emptying out and falling onto the ground. The dragon’s tailhole now gaped, temporarily ruined by his father’s massive shaft. It twitched, trying to close while a large musky puddle grew beneath the boy. The black dragon let out a long sigh before collecting his son into his arms and hugging him close as he leaned back on the bench. The man rested the bottom of his muzzle against Zephyr’s head.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, boy.”