Tale of Dueling Dragons
(A gift for Arcan)
The mouth of the cave seemed so large, even after years of seeing it up close and personal. James,
a relatively tall grey wolf, slowly walked into the dragon’s cave, the rancid air filling his sensitive nostrils
in an instant. It barely took time for his light blue eyes to lock onto his owner, Mioria, the towering black
dragoness almost four times his size laying upon a cushion, bounty of gold coiled in her grasp. Fear filled
the canine as he looked into the violent orange eyes, not a word coming from the dominating dragon as he
walked up slowly.
James would lean down to bow towards the dragoness, attempting to show respect to the
demanding mistress he had, his heart pounding in fear once again. It was his monthly trip to pay a tithe,
Mioria holding his valued possessions until he paid off a ransom for them, one that would take decades to
pay off. As the wolf groveled for a moment, he then produced a sack of gold and silver coins from his
side, offering it up to the large dragoness.
With a surgeon’s precision, Mioria’s taloned hand almost four times larger than the wolf’s skull
reached down towards the sack of gold, gently picking it up between obsidian like talons. After a
moment, it was torn asunder and all the coins sparkled against the treasure pile beneath her, all the glitters
obscuring the wolf’s desired item. A horn that could soothe and seduce any creature to sleep within five
minutes of playing, one that James attempted to use before on Mioria and was the very tool of his capture
and enslavement.
“Very good, dog.” The booming voice of the orange eyed, towering dragon spoke out towards the
canine before her. “If that is all, you may go. And do get more next time, wouldn’t want a money-making
toy to get lazy now.” Mioria said with a suffocating confidence, the pure power in her voice being all the
force she needed. As her wings shift and reposition, allowing the black scaled leg to return to the grey
belly, the dragoness stared as James refused to move. “Hm? Is there more?” She hissed out, now curious
by the canine’s unusual hesitance to leave.
A shudder came down James’s back, his grey fur standing on end as he slowly looked up towards
the dragoness, terrified by the fire in her eyes. “I-I… saw a dragon, just on the other side of the
mountain….” He said quietly and wincing instantly after, almost terrified of what reaction would come.
The canine continued as she shown interest instead of anger, “S-she, uh, was smaller than you, a white
dragon with claws like knives. I saw it… rip a tree out of the ground and spear a bear with it….” His
voice wavered as he attempted to get louder, seeing Mioria’s head craning in closer and closer.
With a quiet nod, the black dragoness looked skeptical. “Have that wyrmling any horde?” She
stated, acting as if the dragon was nothing more than a way to gain wealth. “Or did your cowardice lead
you away from finding out, dog?” An accusatory tone came into her voice, the large black and grey wings
stretching out, almost rearing to strike.
“Y-yes, yes!” James screamed out, tossing himself back in fear of attack. “I saw it! At least five
hundred gold pieces covered in frost!” He cowered in fear behind a partially corroded rock in the cave,
hiding away from the black dragoness’s view to try to keep himself safe.

“Quit your sniveling, you worthless welp, and lead me to this dragon who encroached on my
claim!” Mioria’s voice boomed in the air, the soft rumble against James’s paws as he hid behind the rock.
“If you can’t even do that, give me one good reason I shouldn’t impale your tiny head on my talon.” Her
voice was firm and demanding, a low rumbling growl being the last sound heard from her. The black
dragon rose from the cushion, creaking of powerful muscles and the shifting of treasures beneath. “And
note, if a single coin is snatched from my horde, I will know. And it will be paid in your blood.
Understood, dog?” Mioria’s venomous voice threatened as a safe guard against any thieves James
could’ve hired, striking fear into the dog.
With that final threat, the canine whimpered and gave a simple nod, starting to walk out the cave.
The thudding of the dragoness’s taloned paws against the ground behind him gave the wolf low shudders,
the powerful and threatening form so close; so easy for her to smite him down in a single motion. As
James led Mioria into the depths of the mountain, the bold dragoness spotted the cave before the wolf
even crawled over the final rock to reach the other end of the mountains. With a quick flap of her great
wings, the black dragon sent a gale knocking James over, darting her ebony scaled form towards the cave
as silent as an owl stalking its prey.
Mioria was ambitious in the hunt for more treasure, the cold peaks of these mountains not able to
slow her assault as she burst into the cave. It was a wide cave, almost the same size as her own, with a
modest pile of riches on the outskirts, covered in a thick layer of frost. Ice covered every wall within, tall
stalagmites and stalactites Within the cave, a white dragon with sparkling scales looked up, just waking as
the black dragoness entered with talons cracking the icy ground.
Sleep deprived and snarling, the white dragon leapt at the intruder on instinct alone, bright red
eyes full of rage at her disturbed sleep. “Not welcome dragon dies or leaves! Leave or die now!” The
snowy dragon shifted with wide wings expanding, quickly making a sturdy slash along Mioria’s neck, her
ebony talons tearing at the flesh with ease. “Leave or more come!” Her final warning came, frosty wind
billowing from her maw.
“And yet,” the black dragoness groaned, “another bestial white dragon. And a measly horde at
that. More akin to a pseudo-dragon than a glorious creature, aren’t you, pseudo-dragon of ice yet to be
shattered?” The forced poetic nature in Mioria’s voice, clearly to distract and confuse the younger white
dragon before her, was the opening she needed to charge forward and bite into the white scaled neck!
Huffing and exhausted from running, James arrived in his frost covered leathers to witness the
battle between dragons, the dark and white scales getting messy with blood. The wolf stayed at the edge
of the cave, watching in terror as the white dragon breathed a sickening frost over the dark wings of the
larger dragon. With a thunderous strike, the frost ridden ‘pseudo-dragon’ whipped forward, crashing her
tail into the wing webbing, shattering Mioria’s wing with far too much ease.
A gargling scream came as the larger black dragon retaliated, her fangs dripping further into the
red stained, white scales of her prey. Acid foamed at the edges of Mioria’s mouth, James watching in
horror as the thick green sludge was forced down the throat of the white dragon, ruining her lungs if not
her stomach! Fury at death’s door came as the white dragon breathed her sundering frost into the black
dragon’s face and her own neck, attempting to trap Mioria to herself. Life was fleeting for the simpler,
smaller dragon, but she would not go out without taking the so-called predator and ‘real dragon’ with her.

All it took was an adrenaline-fueled shove and flap of wings to lurch Mioria away from the center
of the cave, dragging the black dragon towards the ice stalagmites surrounding the cave. Blood was
splattered and smeared as the white dragon groaned and attempted to speak, nothing but gargled, snow
flake laced puffs of mist coming from her maw. With a screech, or the best the white dragon could offer,
she gripped roughly into the black scales of Mioria’s neck, slamming them both down towards the ground
and sending rumbles through the cave walls. Again, and again, James only watching as the brutal dragon
slammed her supposed predator into the ground like a savage creature filled with nothing but spite. The
sudden bashing of head to ice not only cracked the ground, but send radial cracks up to the ceiling where
a forming stalactite was poised to fall.
By wrenching her teeth out of the white scaled neck, Mioria left the poisoned lungs to sizzle up
with a vengeful claw rushing towards the white dragon’s head. “You mindless brute! Going to kill
yourself just to finish me off, as well? Nothing but a barbarian, you lot!” Her voice, weakened yet still full
of rage, called out while batting at the white dragon with an injured wing. Then, the final blow came to
end the younger dragon’s life; a taloned grasp squeezed and cut into the frost dragon’s skull, sending her
head wrenching into the frozen wall of the cave. “Die, you worthless wretch!” Mioria screamed in pure,
blinding anger while shattering the smaller dragon’s skull against the hard, hard ice.
She failed to realize the stalactite hanging precariously over her own injured neck, frost coated
black scales under a murderous piece of ice. Upon the brutal killing of the draconic prey within her grasp,
the orange eyes of the ebony dragon were cast towards the opening of the cave, locking eyes with James
for only a moment. Then, the stalactite fell and shattered, the crushing force making a sizable dent in
Mioria’s neck, breaking it and sending the black dragon falling to her stomach. Paralyzed and
unconscious, the black dragon twitched while partially laying on the dead and twitching white dragon.
James sat at the edge of the cave, frozen in pure terror while the chaotic battle that lasted only a
few minutes faded to the silence of crackling ice and howling, outdoor winds. Cautiously and
meticulously, the wolf stepped into the cave with a hesitant whine, his grey ears flapping against his head
as he tried to listen if there was any substantial movement. The moment his light blue eyes gazed over
towards Mioria’s limp body and the corpse of the white dragon he led her to, a fearful uncertainty crawled
over his body.
“H-hello?” James whispered quietly, stepping across a large crack in the floor of ice coated stone.
“A-are you… still alive?” He said, not wanting to get closer to find out, only sitting and watching. His
owner of a dragoness was on her stomach, head lowered to the ground with ice wedged in a frosty crevice
along her neck, slowly breathing. The white dragon, however, was more clearly dead and gone; wings
flopped to the sides, laying against the wall, head splattered and crushed into the icy wall of her own cave.
With the black body slowly breathing and the limp white dragon, the wolf whimpered while looking
slowly towards the pile, seeing a frosty edged glaive in the golden riches and getting a malicious idea.
Taking it slow and carefully, the wolf shivering in the cold reached the glaive, taking the large
weapon in his paws before turning towards Mioria. Shuddering, almost angry, James began to walk more
soundly towards the black dragoness with the sharp end of the weapon pointed out towards her limp
body. With a deep, slow breath, he poked her paler belly gently, wincing as if she was going to lash out at
him within the moment of contact, but no such motion came. No motion came period other than the slow,
labored breathing of the unconscious dragoness. Sighing and groaning, James had to force himself to look

away while stabbing into the warm flesh of the dragoness, pushing the glaive he barely knew how to use
deeper and deeper until it impaled his old owner’s heart.
Looking towards the wound with a grimace, the justified betrayal was complete, the wolf
releasing the weapon withing Mioria’s corpse and leaving it within, almost to the lower hilt. With the cold
closing in, the wolf shuddered and forced himself to stare at the corpses, a morbid curiosity filling his
mind. James took a slow step forward, pressing his hand to the exposed grey belly of the black dragon,
feeling the warmth and sighing.
Pressing himself slowly against the warmth, the wolf could only sigh in pleasure. “I didn’t…
realize how cold it was….” He said shivering in his leathers, allowing his hands to roll over the
dragoness’s scales, feeling the smoothness of each and every one. James slowly pressed harder, feeling
every part of the black dragon’s belly, his firm touch slowly exploring upward. Rolling over the chest and
up towards the neck, the wolf stopped himself from going further into the most injured areas, taking a
deep breath to recenter himself.
The black dragoness was massive, her entire stomach enough to be an emperor sized bed if not
larger for the rather big wolf. With Mioria’s limp body creaking and falling completely still, all the
twitches of her corpse falling away, James’s attention was slowly dragged to the smaller white dragon.
She would’ve easily towered over the wolf, even if dwarfed by the sheer size of the older dragon dead by
her side. Blood splattered against half of the white head, one of the piercing red eyes rolled back in the
sparkling scaled skull, and a tongue hanging out of her mouth. Approaching, a little faster than before,
James went up close to the white dragon’s head, slowly pressing his fluffy paw onto her nose as if to calm
her like you would a horse.
“I-I’m, uh… sorry for leading her to you.” He said softly, as if trying not to wake up the limp
body. “Do you… mind?” The wolf whispered, slowly letting his hands trace along the long neck, feeling
down the smooth scales that have been torn apart with the devastating bite. Shuddering at the rich scent of
bile, James removed his hands and went down further, softly touching the chest of the dragoness before
sliding down slowly.
Her body was definitely far smoother than Mioria’s, almost like it was freshly fallen snow. Every
scale, however, seemed firmer and tougher than the black dragon’s body, even as James’s paws rolled
down to the softer underbelly. There was a strong scent of musk radiating from the corpse, the joints of
the legs releasing a thick sweat that slowly dried, a lovely sound coming from the wolf. His paws carried
him unafraid towards the back end of the white dragon, gasping in awe at the large and exposed cunt, the
plush lips of which would easily hold him, each one being wider than both his hands!
“W-wow…~ N-no, no, I shouldn’t….” James whined while presented with the present of a dead
dragon’s warm lower folds, a lustful scent of musk and sexual fluids drawing the wolf to defile the body.
“I should just… get some gold pieces and walk away….” He said to himself, only getting closer and
closer, pressing his sensitive nose to the warm folds with a deep sniff. The smell was more intoxicating
than any alcohol from any mystical bar; filled with the scent of a fresh morning frost on winter, the
pleasurable hint of salt in the warmth of the pussy. Looking upwards towards the tight asshole just above
the warm folds, James found a new enthralling scent to explore, leaning up and barely able to sniff the
plush pucker.

Blush filled in the wolf’s cheeks as he pulled himself away, his hand still pressed to the large
draconic cunt, staring in awe and disbelief at the situation he was in. Not only there were two dead
dragons here ripe for the taking and stealing, but the scents they gave off were more than heavenly. As
much as he hated to admit it, it was amazing to touch a dragon without any fear of getting bit or clawed or
destroyed by their breath. James slowly slipped his hand into the warm cunt of the frost dragon, slipping
into the sparkling white scales and digging in slowly to the warm snatch, feeling such joy with the
warmth and wetness of the hole.
Deep sighs came as he drew his hand out, giving his paw a lick and tasting the corpse’s warm
fluids. It was fresh like a just picked bit of mint, the sheer flavor momentarily overwhelming as a bulge
formed in his leather trousers. Panting and whining with clouds of mist coming out of his maw, James
lapped eagerly at his paw while moving over towards Mioria’s body, needing to sample and sniff the
other corpse he had to play with. His nose was quickly thrust against her lower abdomen, sniffing and
smelling every droplet of sweat along her body, the slight hint of a ripe lime in every whiff. Each sniff
moved James closer and closer to the warm snatch of his previous owner, groaning while pressing his
head against the warm folds and tasting an almost salty lemonade flavor as he licked at the fat lips.
“Oh gods…” He groaned out in pure bliss, softly grinding his bulge against the warm cunt while
craning his head towards the puckering anus. “You were just… so mean… but this is just… mmm…”
James could barely finish his sentence as he attempted to shove Mioria’s limp body over, unable to get
her to budge and eventually giving up for the time being. “Is it… okay?” The wolf asked softly, more to
himself while pressing one of his furred paws into his pants, drawing away the leather and revealing his
musky cock.
Looking forward towards the large lips, even bigger than the white dragon to the side, James took
a deep breath and swallowed before slipping his knotted dick into the warmth of the black dragon’s cunt.
With a lustful moan, the warm lips engulfed his cock with ease, barely penetrating the great size of the
snatch with a simple thrust to the balls. One of his bare paws pressed against the beach ball sized clit
pressed to the chilled ground, enjoying the pure bliss of the simple motions of pleasure. Thrusting, slow
and hard, the relatively small wolf made love to the large dragon’s limp body, slapping his balls against
the warm corpse again and again with heated breaths against the same loving folds. Extending his tongue,
James lapped and licked at the cunt while fucking it, his paws shaking as he enjoyed himself so
thoroughly with the dead corpse of his old boss.
Panting with pure pleasure coating his face in a silly grin, the grey wolf panted with his nose
buried partially into the dragon’s cunt. “Oh, fuck yea…~ This is too good!” James gave into his depraved
pleasure and fucked harder and harder, his tip occasionally pulling all the way out of the plush lips. “I
would’ve died by now, but this is just… woah~ I-I’m gonna fill you up, you vengeful bitch!” He called to
the dead dragon, slapping a paw against her plush lips to make them jiggle, knowing even if she was
alive, she would barely feel it. Shuddering, James’s legs almost gave out as he orgasmed, his steaming
cum splattering into Mioria’s dead cunt with a shattering orgasm, his blue eyes filled with nothing but lust
rolling back in his head.
“I-I need more of this…~” The wolf instantly growled, his desires awoken to the blissful warmth
of dragon cunts as his hungry eyes and hungrier dick lead him towards the dead white dragon. “I just love
your expression~” He complimented her, struggling to reach up and pat her head while avoiding the acid
filled throat. Half of her skull was caved in with the blood splattering over the rest of her head, the tongue

lulling out and the eyes rolling back being such a lovely sight towards the depraved wolf. “I’m going to
take your cunt, too, if that’s okay~ I’ll, mmm, take your silence as a ‘yes’?” James snickered to himself
while taking too much pleasure in the amount of power he had over the two draconic bodies exposed to
him.
With a slow and careful grasp, the wolf grasped both ends of the white dragon’s cunt and pulled
them apart, the thick folds almost like doors to a warm, fleshy interior. It was like steam was coming off
the warm pink walls of the white dragon’s interior! Sighing, James would let them close, taking his
moistened cock and shoving it into the warmth of the sparkling snow dragon, his tongue hanging out
while feeling the tighter grip she had. With a gentle huff, the wolf shoved an arm into the furnace of a
love tunnel and another around the fat folds of the dragon’s cunt, hugging the small tree trunk like love
hole. Thrusting hard and fast, humping the warm white cunt like there was no tomorrow, the wolf
growled while gently biting the plump lower lips he lovingly held, snarling while breeding the dead, thick
scaled dragoness. From the sheer tightness alone, James could tell that this dragon was a virgin, the tight
grasp like a vice that squeezed every nook and cranny of his canine cock.
“I-I’m the king of dead dragons!” The boastful dog screamed out, snickering while thrusting in
deeper than with the black dragon, his hips partially dipping into the warm folds and coating his leathers
in the corpse’s fluids. A shuddering moan send another orgasm into the white dragon’s folds, filling her
up as he groaned and slowly pulled away. “Both of you are mine and mine alone, and I’ll keep it that way
as long as I can!” James did better in staying firm and steady this time, groaning as he attempted to pull
out and coat his cum along the warm cunt of the recently defeated white dragon, claiming her body in one
more way by leaving his mark.
With a quiet groan, the exhausted wolf could only pull out and stuff his partially erect cock back
into his leather pants, panting and heaving loudly. With his arousal slowly slipping away, James realized
once again how truly cold it was in the cave, looking out towards the entrance to see night starting to fall
with a lovely sunset. Knowing it would be dangerous to leave at night, the wolf looked towards both of
the dragons near him with thinking blue eyes, slowly taking himself over towards Mioria.
The wolf looked at her great form and sighed, wishing for a warm place to sleep but seeing no
cover from her sat up form. Taking the matters into his own, sex juice covered hands, the much smaller
wolf threw himself at the dragon’s dead body, attempting to shove into those ebony scales and knock her
onto her side at least. The cold started to annoy James as he pressed his hands into the thick, soft thigh of
Mioria’s limp corpse, attempting to shove her over onto her side with a grunt. With the frosty air around
him, he panted and groaned while trying to force his way into getting a new plush bed, whining and
digging in his claws with a small drop of blood coating his grey fur.
Shoving, struggling, James’s arms began to get tired from the constant pressure and the chilly
winds of the evening frost. Deeply desiring the warmth of the dragon’s blazing heat, an idea popped into
his head while moving closer to Mioria’s cunt. His body was slowly pressed to it, feeling the slow cooling
that death brought to the lovely lips, but they were far warmer than the air surrounding him. Taking a
deep breath, he forced the large pussy lips apart, letting the warmth of the interior flood over him for a
moment before sighing out in pleasure at the heat. The scent of lemonade coming from the dragoness’s
exposed cunt was definitely inviting, almost helping James forget about the cum splattering her innards.

James smiled to himself as he began his journey inside, “No one would believe this… a once in a
lifetime opportunity, if not rarer, I… mmm…~” He snickered quietly while slowly pushing his leather
covered arm into the warm snatch of the cunt, his bulge starting to grow once again while touching the
warmth of her sex. The warmth was a stark but welcome contrast to the cold outside the vagina, slowly
slipping his body deeper and deeper into the corpse of the dragoness. Tight, squeezing walls was
suffocating and so thoroughly enjoyable, the thick scent of his own arousal and the claimed dragon hole
was intoxicating. Feeling in deeper into Mioria’s dead folds, the wolf could feel a bulging warmth of the
dragon’s unpopped cherry, smiling in a sweet satisfaction to know that he took the dragon’s virginity!
With a soft sigh, he relaxed with only his head and shoulder exposed for a moment, perfectly
content with the warmth of the dragoness’s tight cunt. Basking in the heat that radiated through his body,
the wolf let out a lovely growl while allowing himself to seep into the depths of the warm snatch. James
didn’t even notice his cum staining his pants leg as he slipped in deeper, leaving his head exposed. It was
all the pick-me-up the horny wolf needed as he crawled out, reinvigorated with that lemonade like scent
surrounding his body and engulfing his senses, the new heat being just as pleasant. This was his vagina to
claim for no one but himself, but for now, the wolf was aching to use his erect cock once more!
Drawing himself out of the fat, ebony scaled pussy lips James groaned while being braced with
the cold air once more, the chill of it seeming not as violent and debilitating as before. Using the heat he
siphoned from Mioria’s lifeless body, the wolf set his sights on the tight plush asshole above him, trying
to figure out how to get closer to it without destroying the body. As his blue eyes turned towards the
white dragoness off to the side, his mind sparked while seeing the long tail rolling down her body and
laying limp on the ground, seeing it as a path to get closer to a warm pucker!
His legs carried him towards the white dragon, the claws of his paws digging into the ice just a
little whilst coming across the long tail that snaked behind the frost dragoness. Eagerly taking the thick
scaled tail into his grasp, James began to follow it upwards, pressing into the smooth scales and crawling
his way to the corpse’s back. Grasp after grasp, pressing up slow and steady, the grey wolf groaned as he
dragged his moistened body onto the back of the dragoness. The spines that ran along the back and down
the tail proved a mild inconvenience for James, but as he stood on all fours atop the dragoness’s back, he
could only grin with all his joy. Riding a dragon, dead or alive, is something that is rarely done by people
and he was doing it!
“I’m sorry I never caught your name, pretty thing~” James growled lovingly, slowly turning his
body towards the tail and pucker fixed beneath it. “But, I just have to say it, your scales feel so nice to just
rub and touch~ Actually, not just your scales; all of you feels nice to touch and grasp onto!” The energetic
wolf laughed quietly to himself, talking to the corpse he straddled while leaning closer and closer to the
edge of her body.
Groaning while shifting his body in an awkward position, James pressed his muzzle over the
plush ass cheek of the dragoness to sniff more thoroughly at the plush pucker. The scent of sweat, even
for a dragon that lived in the cold of the mountains, was thick on the pucker. With a blissful sigh, the grey
wolf buried his face into the warmth of the plush asshole a little more, using his legs against the back
spines to keep himself in place. Extending his tongue slowly, James lapped and licked at the warm
asshole, slurping up the dried sweat and shuddering with the blissful taste that was the dry musk from a
dragon’s ass.

Sated with the pleasurable tastes, the canine pulled himself up till he was kneeling between the
spines, pressing his crotch into his hand. Tongue lulling out to have the sweet taste of sweat mix with the
cold air, James dug his hand into his pants and pulled out his erect cock once more, moaning as he gently
stroked it. And with that, he began to slowly shift himself to hang over the edge, arms grasping on tight to
the tail to press his dick right up against the warm pucker that he just tasted. Wiggling his legs, James
attempted to thrust in, pressing his cock into the soft edges of the tight asshole before finding the hole
itself, groaning in contempt as he fucked the great asshole.
The smelly pucker may have covered his entire waist span, but he didn’t care as he gently
humped it nice and slow, trying not to fall off. Sweat and musk stained his crotch and his clothing as he
thrust in deeper and deeper, his knot teasing in and out of the large fuck hole again and again. Pleasure
filled all of his thoughts as he fucked the asshole again and again, gripping his claws into the snow-white
scales of the frost dragon he fucked. Tongue lulling out of his maw once more, Jams could barely keep
himself holding on with the pleasure rolling through his mind and body as a third orgasm was slowly
milked out of his dick.
“O-oh, oh fuck yes~” The wolf almost howled out in pleasure while fucking the tightest hole so
far, gently humping with precum starting to paint the outer walls of the plush asshole. “This feels so good,
so fucking good…~” James gasped as his orgasm came suddenly, splattering and coating the white
asshole in a relatively thin layer of wolf jizz.
With his pleasure sated, the canine slowly tried to pull himself up but ended up slipping with the
sweat on his paws! Falling down with a sharp scream, James landed against the taloned claw of the white
dragon, groaning in pain for a moment while relaxing against it. Using the paw as an impromptu futon to
lay on, the wolf rubbed his head and was thankful that he wasn’t hurt, his erect cock still sticking out of
his pants and its sheath. Idly, a hand reached towards his warm cock, slowly stroking it to keep his
pleasurable high going along. Eager blue eyes turned towards the partially smashed head of the white
dragon, positioned just a little way above his waist line in the ice wall of the cave.
Taking the same trip up the tail, James didn’t stop as he attempted to carefully make his way
along the injured dragon’s neck. Slipping up the slim limb, the wolf let out a yelp as the weight of his
body was enough to get the broken head falling from the spot on the wall, tossing him off and onto the
unforgiving icy floor. With a whine and a huff, he got up and brushed himself off, turning to see the white
dragon’s eyes; one was rolled back, the other was facing forward and bloodshot. The expression on her
face was absolutely beautiful, the blood splatters and indent in the entire side of her head only adding to
the pretty, asymmetric look.
Huffing as he leaned down towards the dragon’s head, James slowly pets it while cooing softly to
the corpse. “Aw, you’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” He snickered, looking towards the neck to see the open
wound that Mioria made in the white dragon’s neck. “Well, pretty, but with a few ugly wounds…” The
canine corrected himself, wincing for a moment before slowly prying the snow dragon’s mouth open. All
the teeth appeared to be coated in a thin layer of frost, the tongue pretty much the same, but the area right
underneath the floppy tongue seemed nice and warm. “There you go, open nice and wide for me~” The
wolf growled out with a slow and steady motion as he slipped his cock right under the tongue, shuddering
with the warmth.

One hand held the white jaw open with the other pressing down against the tongue, squeezing his
cock in the dragon’s wide mouth. It was big enough to chomp off half of his body with ease and yet here
he was, enjoying himself with the helpless corpse many times his size. With the dewy mint scent gracing
James’s nose, he could only moan with bliss while fucking the warm mouth, his thighs pressing against
the sharp teeth of the draconic love toy. Getting covered in a cool layer of saliva, the wolf continued to
fuck with his balls starting to get moistened by the tongue and gums! All the while, he patted and rubbed
the nose and head of the white dragoness he was siphoning heat and pleasure from, feeling the hits to her
head with the gentle touches.
“I-I just love dragons…~” James whispered quietly to himself while touching the smooth yet hard
scales again and again, starting to kneel to dig deeper into the dragoness’s maw. “O-oh, yea, right there…
good girl, good scaley girl…~” The wolf complimented the dragoness while fucking her mouth, barely
able to touch the webbing that held the tongue to the jaw. Every little touch along the maw was
pleasurable, even though James barely dug himself into the white dragon’s mouth. The added danger of
fucking the sharp toothed maw just encouraged him more and more to hump faster and harder, wanting to
spill his seed along the plush tongue and thoroughly enjoy this entire dragon! Nothing but lust drove the
wolf to enjoy himself, thrusting against the plush tongue again and again and spraying his load on the
underside of the tongue, almost as if planting a secret few will ever find.
With a deep sigh, James withdrew himself from the white dragon’s maw, allowing the head to
close with a satisfying slap. As that happened, the grey wolf laid himself across the large head of the
dragoness, feeling her cool nostril against his cock while his head was framed between the two horns on
her head. Glancing towards the bloodied half, he quickly turned away upon seeing the horn broken off
from the main body, not wanting to check the ice wall to see if it was still in the frost. Turning towards
the whole horn, his gentle grasp slowly stroked and rolled over it, feeling the tense and rough bone with a
curious gaze. James caught his breath on the dragoness’s head, not even caring how his leathers were
getting coated in dragon blood as he slowly pulled away from the cracked and broken skull.
Hungry blue eyes turned towards the much larger toy, locking onto Mioria’s closed eyed visage.
Taking his time approaching, the wolf dug his hands into the much large head, the one that could eat him
whole if it was alive, and struggled to even open her mouth! In the black dragon’s maw, James instantly
recoiled with the scent of rot vivid in the throat, pulling away and letting the ebony dragon mouth snap
shut in an instant. The pleasantness of the fresh made lemonade like scent from the warm cunt was
spoiling him to the potential pleasure of the black dragon, but that putrid stench woke James up from his
fantasy. It was a curious experience, regardless, the rich and gross scent taking his interest in a new way.
The wolf stuffed his cock back into his leather pants, muttering softly to himself as his tired body
was starting to get the better of his eager mind, an angry glare being placed onto Mioria’s corpse. James
snarled at the dead dragon, starting to approach just to simply lay on her head in spite of what she did to
him while alive. “At least now you’re coinless, you worthless bitch. Well…” he rethought his words,
“maybe not worthless. You’re definitely comfortable and you’ll get me a good bit of money….” The vile
wolf snickering and slowly pulled up the eyelid of the dragoness, peering into those violent orange eyes
devoid of life. “I’m still a little angry at you, but… I think karma came around in the end. Hope you’re
enjoying your long sleep~” James yawned softly, pressing the ebony eyelid to close on Mioria’s lifeless
eye, shivering against the cold once more. “I think I’ll have a little nap, too.” He said more to himself than
talking to the corpse again.

With a groan, the wolf stretched as he stood, shaking off the sleep while taking his much smaller
form over towards the side of the large dragoness. James dug his claws into the dragoness’s flesh,
grasping at the glaive that impaled her heart, drawing the blood-soaked weapon out of the crevice and
huffing at its mass once more. A little unwieldy, the wolf carried the crimson coated polearm towards
Mioria’s side, placing the flat edge of the blade head under the grey belly of the dragoness. Using the
lever he fashioned from the weapon, James put all his weight into it, trying to roll the great black dragon
over onto her side and even onto her back!
As the first thrust happened, Mioria’s vast body creaked and shifted just a little, living the legs on
the side he was pushing on. Shifting in closer and pushing once again, the dragoness rolled over onto her
side, the untattered wing flopping helplessly in the air as the entire body fell to the side. The wolf smiled
while watching the ebony scaled body slowly turn onto its side, like the dragoness was still awake and
sleeping soundly. Other than the lack of breathing, the only thing that shown the dragon’s lack of life was
how the head stayed in place, the long and snaking neck only twisting as the body rolled over.
The process continued once more with the bloodied glaive being wedged under Mioria’s body
and James putting all his might into it, forcing the black dragon onto her back. One wing was pinned
down under her great body, the tattered wing laying sprawled out with the frosty edges neatly on display
from where it was attacked. A wide smile came to the wolf’s face upon seeing the gargantuan dragon laid
down on her back, quickly brushing the blood onto her thick thigh before rushing onto the tattered wing.
James would scamper up the black dragon’s side and onto Mioria’s paler belly, feeling the ridged ribcage
as well as the soft stomach.
Crawling down lower, the wolf sighed while seeing the exposed cunt, the large legs cast aside as
if she was presenting to an invisible, dominant dragon who wanted to give her some eggs. With his
eagerness to thoroughly enjoy the dragon as much as he could, taking the entirety of this special event, the
wolf began to completely undress. All of his leathers went off of his body as he stood on the plush belly
of the dragon, completely naked except for his fluffy grey fur, clothes sprawled onto the dragon’s chest.
With a slow wiggling motion, James pressed his warm body against Mioria’s warm cunt, sighing in bliss
as he used the large cunt as a bed without even slipping into the warmth of the folds. Taking a deep
breath, the wolf began to sleep on the great dragon’s body, his tail wagging as he laid down face first into
the sweet, lemonade smelling cunt, using the large and soft clitoris as a pillow.