Thunderfang wasn't a bad dragon, really he wasn't. 

He just had a horrible habit of expressing himself through the murder of wandering knights and devouring various livestock. In all fairness however, it was usually those men of the crown who began conflicts with him, most often by attacking him while swearing blind their desire to end his 'rampage upon the land'. Sometimes they would do so while charging at him on horseback with sword drawn or lance set at the ready, at others they would try and subdue him by placing a live piece of bait within a very obvious looking trap. All of these attempts failed to end his existence, as not only was he stronger than most of the men who chose to come after him, but he could easily get out of any trap that was sprung upon him with a few snaps of his fangs. The aftermath would always be horrible and bloody, but at least he always allowed their horses to go unharmed, so that had to count for something, right? 

As for the livestock, well if the people of the region thought it wise to leave out tasty morsels where he could easily swoop down to invite them up into his jaws, then that was on them. It wasn't like they didn't know he lived in the area, he clearly made his presence known to everyone in what he considered his territory with his daily roars and the like. And he sometimes even dropped a few pieces of shiny rocks down in his wake that he had been told most people liked to covet by a couple of fairies he was friends with, so really!

Personally the blue dragon would have liked to put the whole debacle behind him, but that usually proved to be rather difficult when he was constantly being hounded by knights attempting to tear him to pieces whenever he decided to settle down into a little patch of grass while out surveying his territory. The times when he had been awoken to the smell of horse in a place where there shouldn't have been any had saved his neck, quite literally, more times than he could count. And even when his delicate sense of smell hadn't caught the telltale aroma of sweat soaked equine, there were the other smaller signs which all pointed to his wouldbe executioners coming to try and claim his life, such as the bitter tang of urine soaked cotton. He always got a chuckle out of that scent, since even at their most bold most creatures had the good sense to be fearful of his towering twelve foot height.

Honestly, with all that he did to try and not harm any of the locals, something that his siblings would not have bothered doing after the first few attacks on their life, one would think that they would excuse him for taking a sheep here and a cow there, but no. He was forced to defend himself time and again, often to the detriment of his beautiful azure wings. The pink scars that lined the outer edges of the boney extremities had long since been the stuff of nightmares for Thunderfang, given that he could still recall the exact moment when he had received the particular wound in question. The memory of one knight driving his sword down the length of his fleshy membrane after he had been caught in a gigantic mudhole had been something that woken the blue dragon up from his sleep more times than he could count. Thankfully the skin had been healed by the gentle hands of a wandering silver elf he had saved from drowning in the ocean following the destruction of a ship he had been sailing on, but this traumatic event had left Thunderfang ever wary of those who dressed within the silver plated armor of the kingdom.

The only reason that he wasn't a complete paranoid basket case was due in part to how proud he had been to have defeated each and every knight that had attempted to slay him. 

'Eating the lot of them probably helped as well.' 

The blue dragon shook that thought away from his mind before it could grow into something more dangerous. 

At the moment there was nothing to fear, as the blue dragon flew through the sky in an attempt to exercise the morning tension free from body, though another problem gnawed at his mind as he curled his body around in an attempt to do something called somersaults. This problem had less to do with his life being in danger, but entailed how lonely he had been feeling as of late. It wasn't an unusual feeling for a creature such as himself, given that while he was no longer a hatchling he still had about fifty or so odd years to go before he was considered a full adult, thus he often found himself missing the companionship he had shared with both his siblings and brood parents. He had of course left them at the gentle suggestion of his father, seeing as he was big enough to take care of himself now, and of course he could return to his parents should he desire to, but it was rather unnatural for most dragons to do as such; it also didn't help that his mother hadn't been shy about telling him that he wouldn't be tolerated lingering within her territory for too long should he decided to return for a visit, but such was a fact of life, given than blue dragons held a matriarchal hierarchy about their kind.

He had heard about there being another dragon within the region, but the other was said to be a rather ornery silver that did not like company, even from his own kind. The only reason he even  knew of the other was because of some information given to him by a unicorn he had saved from a group of all female hunters last summer. Since the silver didn't seem to want company Thunderfang saw no reason to bother the mysterious stranger, despite the ire which grew within his loins year after year following his lack of a suitable partner to slake his lusts upon. It was embarrassing enough to think of how often he had to use his muzzle to sate himself, given that such a thing was seen as rather juvenile by those of his breed; young males would often be taught how to do so by their fathers into order to keep them from hump their siblings once they entered their first rut, but such skills were only to be used in favor of staving off the need until a suitable partner could find and claim them. 

'You could always go out and claim a princess.'

The blue dragon ground his fangs together at the thought of such a thing. 

He was not a monster, even if he was a dragon. 

'Yes you are.'

Thunderfang cursed the voice inside of his head right as a loud rumble of thunder echoed within his earholes. The blue dragon swore like a human sailor as he noticed the sky around him growing dark and cloudy. He had no idea where this sudden storm had come from, given that the surrounding sky had been as clear as a bell minutes prior, however there was no denying the fact that he would soon be caught within the rain if he didn't find shelter to take cover in. The feeling of a bolt of lightning snapping across his spaded tail made the blue dragon yelp and then dive down towards the earth. 

It took several minutes of searching but eventually he managed to find a large opening within a nearby mountain just as the first rain began to pelt themselves across his massive blue scaled body. Not thinking about how odd it was that such an entrance was nestled in the middle of the mountain range, given that such things should have been impossible unless they the area in question was artificially hollowed out, Thunderfang swiftly dove into the safety of the rocks...and then immediately crash into something not quite as hard as stone but close enough to it that he saw stars once he haphazardly dropped onto the ground.

The sounds of angry hissing greeted the blue dragon's ears after shaking his head free of the headache attempting to bloom across his skull. 

"What did I hit?" He asked with a painfilled groan, hoping against hope that it had just been a rather spongy piece of stalactite.

"Me." Was the answer he received from a very annoyed sounding voice.

Crimson eyes blinked as the blue dragon turned to see what looked to be another dragon standing before him, however where Thunderfang was a towering mass of muscle and bones set proudly atop four sturdy limbs tipped with viceroy claws, his counterpart was long sinewy rope of scales and tendons decorated with gently swaying whiskers just below his horned head. It actually took the blue dragon a moment to realize what he was seeing, as he had never beheld such a beautiful, silver scaled creature before now. Lust instantly pooled in between his legs, swelling his sheath to the point where the tip of his ebony black cock poked out to take a look at the creature once his mind realized that the voice that had spoken back at him could have only belonged to another male. 

"Why are you in here, outsider?" The silver dragon asked with a voice that dripped with venom; Thunderfang silently wondered if the other could spit such fluids out of his thin lips, it would be rather troublesome if the silver one could, since he wasn't sure how he would be able to handle sharing a kiss with the other.

"I...rain…" He tried to say but the words were lost deep within his throat as his greedy eyes attempted to run themselves down the length of the other male's body, that he failed to see the other's crotch made a twinge of sorrow bloom within his chest, as he really wanted to get a look at the silver dragon's junk before propositioning him for a little hedonistic fun.

A strong blast of thunder followed by a flood of rain running down the entrance to the cave helped to paint the picture for which Thunderfang was trying to paint.

"How tragic. Get out." The silver dragon growled while narrowing his jade eyes rather menacingly. 

Lust was quickly replaced with indignation as Thunderfang turned from the other back towards the entrance to the cave. "You can't just send me back out there in that!" Thunderfang bellowed while shooting his gaze back at the other male, he snapped a wing behind him to emphasize why exactly that was after seeing a deadpanned look of boredom stretched out across the silver dragon's shapely muzzle. 

"I can't?" The silver dragon questioned rather sardonically while slithering closer to the other.

"No! I'd never be able to fly in such a storm!" It seemed like such an obvious statement to make, given that even the dumbest of birds knew better than to test the rage of Mother Nature when she set about flaying the heavens with her glistening claws. 

"You are quite arrogant, young one." The silver dragon hissed as he pressed his face directly into the other's snout. 

"My life is on the line here, so I think I have a good reason to be as such." Thunderfang challenged, clearly not liking the disinterest the other had in his well being, while at the same time doing his best to stay polite while within the other's home. 

"You're right, your life IS on the line." Before the blue dragon could ask what his incensed host meant by that the silver dragon struck.

Thunderfang had never been in a fight with another dragon before, his father was the sort that didn't allow his young to actually go beyond simply tussling with one another whenever they had spats brought about due to simple misunderstandings, so he was not at all prepared for the serpentine male to bite him on the neck while coiling around his body with his sinuous form. The feeling of his windpipe being ripped into made desperate instincts rise up into Thunderfang's mind, so much so that he shook, snapped, clawed and roared with all of his might in order to get out of the enfolding grip which was slowly encompassing his body. He wasn't able to get very far in his attempts, as the silver dragon quickly coiled himself around his legs and lower body in an attempt to try and squeeze the life out of him. Kicking and flailing around did him little good, even as he knocked the other into the sides of the rock walls around them hard enough to make some of the stones up above rain down around their head, that was just how strong and determined the silver dragon was to be rid of him. Like the snake he looked to reminiscent of, the other male wrapped the fullness of his being Thunderfang's body, to the point where it became nigh impossible for the blue dragon to do much more than squirm within his embrace. A particularly tight clench of the silver dragon's muscles made air escape from out of Thunderfang's lungs, a feat for which inspired a desperate series of struggles from the younger male.

'You're going to die here.'

That was not a thought Thunderfang wanted to have right then, but it was impossible to deny the truth of the matter after he found his body being encircled to the point where his wings were clamped down into the folds of his back while his legs were locked deep into the tender scales of his under belly. The dark spots blooming around his vision made a wellspring of panic gush up within his mind, so much so that he felt himself almost distance itself from his body as he struggled to try and get much needed air through his nostrils.

'What a pitiful way to die.' 

Yes it was, but what made things even worse was the feeling of something hard and wet poking at the underside of his tail. What said object just so happened to be was quite obvious to anyone with half a brain, especially so given that the silver dragon had no other tools on his body before he initiated his sudden assault, thus Thunderfang was left grunting in both shame and anger as he felt his tailhole getting spread open against his will. While he was indeed a male who preferred the company of other males, even going so far as to relish in the thought of taking the submissive position between them, if only in his dreams, the idea that this unknown dragon thought himself to have the right to plunder his unspoiled depths in such a manner made the blue dragon see red. The first push up into his pink puckered hole would have brought a snarl from out of Thunderfang's throat, had he been able to open his muzzle at the moment. The sound of a none to distant chuckle made the blue dragon wrinkle his lips in fury. 

How dare the other think to toy with him in such a manner!!

Crimson eyes watched in muted horror as the silver dragon slowly opened his mouth, unhinging his jaw in such a way that the sounds of the bones unsettling themselves echoed throughout the almost silent cavern like a shot from a bullet. The sight of a drool soaked pink cavern became all that Thunderfang could see as he breathed in the rank scent of meat which had long since passed through the gullet just beyond.

The other was going to eat him. 

He was going to become food for another dragon.

While not unheard of, such an end was unbecoming of him; he had done nothing to deserve such a fate, and worse off, the other thought to snuff out the flicker of his life with such ease while violating him down to his core?! 

'And he called me arrogant!'

It was too much to handle.

It was just as the silver dragon pressed the edge of his mouth along the front of the captured blue dragon's face that time froze for a moment. A second later the silver dragon's head flew back as he let out a screeching howl of pain. His long, serpentine body quickly loosened its hold over the younger male's bound form, thus giving the blue dragon all the leverage he needed to claw his way back to freedom. 

"Loof em ruoved ot deirt gnivah terger ot gniog era uoy."

Those were the words that came out of Thunderfang's muzzle as his crimson eyes stared forward at the silver dragon still reeling from the attack he had set onto the other's mind. The sight of his third eye slowly opening atop his brow went completely missed by the elder dragon as the other found himself suddenly frozen into place. The reason as to why such a thing was happening to him went completely ignored in favor of trying to move at least one muscle within his body, but there was no chance of him escaping the force ensnared his form. 

The blue dragon hated using the ability in question, as it gave his 'guest' more of an opportunity to take control over his body, but between nearly being eaten and nearly, no, outright being raped, as he could feel the slick juices of the other dragon penile fluids coating the inner rim of his tailhole, Thunderfang was more than okay with allowing the demon within to come out and play. 

"Em dedeen tsom uoy nehw ereht eb d'I uoy dlot I." The demon said before chuckling.

Moving the blue dragon's form around to the silver's front, Thunderfang reached up and snapped the elder male's horns free from his head with a rough clench of his clawed hands. Tossing them aside, the blue dragon snapped his jaws around the silver dragon's muzzle and then began to quickly swallow. Because he was still caught within the demon's psychic daze there was little opportunity for the other to fight back, which was just perfect for Thunderfang, as it gave him the much needed opportunity to maneuver the other's serpentine form around to his liking. Swallowing the silver dragon with a slow ripple of his throat muscles, the blue dragon held control over the other as he pulled the sleek, serpentine body further down into the awaiting pit of his ravenous belly, which gurgled as if non cue at the thought of the food which would soon be filling its acidic depths. How he had so much room inside of his body when he was exactly the other's size would have been a mystery to anyone else watching, but to the blue dragon it was an unimportant concern. No. What was more important at the moment was the feeling in between his legs; his groin, silent before due to the feeling of asphyxiation which had been attempting to over take his mind following him nearly being squeezed to death, had awakened at the prospect of taking the life of his enemy. 

Thunderfang would have liked to admit that this was all due in part to the demon's twisted desire to snuff out someone else's life, but there was no denying that he felt a morbid sense of fascination at the thought of dominating the other dragon in such a manner. 

Twisted as it was, there was some polite irony to things as the blue dragon wrapped the silver dragon tailhole around his manhood after settling himself down onto the other. Rutting his hips forward, Thunderfang dispelled his mental control over the other. He did this, not because he wanted to give the other a fighting chance, but because he wanted to listen to the sounds of indignant growls and roars which would soon be coming from deep within his belly. He didn't have long to wait before they began to sound off inside of his fleshy inner chamber, as by the time he had gotten a practiced rhythm going with his hips the silver dragon began to furiously attempt to fight in order to get out of what would soon be his living tomb. 

The subtle rhythm of the blue dragon's thrusts accompanied his swallowing throat for what seemed like hours as he slowly devoured his squirming meal; his cock, eager to relieve the pressure which was steadily mounting within his low hanging balls, throbbed and twitched like mad as he rocked his lower body deeper into his disappearing meal. The question of whether or not he would be able to climax before he completely finished off the silver dragon floated within his mind when he found his neck angling down to meet his groin, however as luck would have it a none too subtle clenching of the other male's rump along his long black spire sent the right signal up into his brain to set him off. Thunderfang would have roared had his mouth not been full as his nuts tensed and then sprayed his yellowish seed deep into the silver dragon. The restless heat which had been boiling over surged through the other with such force that much of his load sprayed out and onto his groin as he continued choking down his living afternoon snack. Thunderfang was forced to taste some of his own load once he pulled the silver dragon away from his twitching cock, the last of the serpentine form needing to go into his mouth and all. 

Like a well seasoned noodle, the blue dragon swallowed the silver with a wet slurping noise before throwing his head back and audibly swallowing the other. His stomach bulged out almost comically as his incensed treat racked the inside of his guts in order to try and find and escape from the darkened interior, screaming violent insults as he did so, yet the blue dragon ignored the other in favor of laying down onto the cool stone ground underneath him in order to relax and begin the steady process of digestion. Reaching out to rub his stomach helped to settle his guest, or rather forced the other to curl up in such a way that made his fruitless thrashing less frustration, at least until the acids within began to pour out over him. Thunderfang smirked at that point.