The Long Way Home Gods, was it cold! Even with his thick winter jacket and his decent layer of silvery fur, Khardiis couldn’t help but think for the umpteenth time just how damn cold he felt since he started traveling earlier that day. His feline body feebly shivered to try and keep itself warm, and no wonder. It was the dead of winter, the sun was just starting to sink low in the harsh blue sky—and not to mention he was currently flying hundreds of feet up in the air. Grasping the rope harness, the snow leopard brought his body closer to his dragon to try and further hide himself from the whipping winds. Just like most of his kind, Dashulu’s massive reptilian body radiated heat almost as good as any fire, but even then Khardiis could feel his dragon’s body temperature was dropping as well. And when even a dragon feels cold, you know there has to be an issue. “How much farther are we thinking, Dashulu?” Khardiis shouted over the whistling of the wind. Below the two of them was an endless expanse of forest, green trees covered with layers and layers of white snow, the rather flat landscape broken by the occasional snowy hill or frozen river. I feel a storm ahead, Dashulu said. Well, not really “said.” Dragons couldn’t actually talk like most anthropomorphic furs, but rather communicated by sending their thoughts directly into a person’s head. This link usually only existed between the dragon and its closest partner, most often its “rider” or “master.” “Well, shouldn’t we land? Last thing we want is getting stuck in the middle of a snow storm!” Dashulu was silent, staring intensely ahead toward the horizon for a minute. Then, he swiveled his large head downwards, looking toward the ground. Certainly, I agree, Khardiis-nee. [-nee is added to the end of a name is a sign of respect.] I’ll find a place. When Khardiis registered the words entering his brain he felt a wave of relief. They have been flying for at least 8 hours, with only the occasional break for Dashulu to rest his leathery wings and Khardiis stretch his legs. Khardiis knew the two of them were tired, hungry, and half-frozen, and it was time to find some shelter before the day ended. Dashulu descended, and the two of them scanned the ground for an appropriate place to lay their head for the night. Finally, the dragon found a patch of forest that, other than a small hill, at least to Khardiis didn’t look like anything special, but the snow leopard knew better than to question Dashulu’s vision. After knowing him for almost 20 years, the snow leopard understood Dashulu had a fantastic sense of sight. Nothing went past his dragon’s large, maroon eyes, and if they landed here it must be for a reason. And sure enough, when Dashulu landed, his heavy body and four legs sinking into the crunchy snow, Khardiis saw the hill was hiding something—a cave. In the late afternoon sunlight he could see it wasn’t that large or deep, but more than big enough to fit the two of them for the night, and certainly a fire. Khardiis hopped off his dragon’s scaly back, and as his thick boots sunk into the fluffy snow he grimaced. Oh, was his crotch sore... The two cautiously made their way into the cave, checking for any signs of other living creatures that might be occupying it. Khardiis went ahead and asked the obvious. “There’s not anything still here, is there?” A look of concentration on his face, Dashulu held his head in the air for a second, then pressed his snout against the bare, rocky ground and sniffed. A wild adug, maybe two, two-and-a-half years ago... More sniffing. But nothing since. We should be safe. Wow, Khardiis thought. What a nose he’s got... Of course, Dashulu didn’t hear his rider think that. It takes years of practice and relationship building for the telepathic communication to go both ways, and Khardiis remembered it wasn’t long ago when it would take minutes for him to decipher a single thought from Dashulu. Now, the dragon was think-speaking almost fluently, not leaving a doubt in Khardiis’s mind that the snow leopard picked the right egg all those years past. Feeling a lot more secure, Khardiis turned around and suddenly flung his body on the dragon’s gray head. It took Dashulu by surprise, no doubt, as the large reptile’s eyes went wide and he let out small involuntary growl, before immediately relaxing. Khardiis wrapped his arms around the dragon’s long neck and chuckled, pressing his forehead against the side of Dashulu’s head. With his blue eyes Khardiis stared into Dashulu’s slitted iris, and for a second the wild, frozen world seem to drop out around them. Every dragon master dreams of obtaining ulaar, or “the connection,” when the souls of both creatures are irreversibly connected and intertwined like two sides of one coin. Of course, this doesn’t happen until many, many years in their relationship. Nonetheless there were fleeting moments when Khardiis was almost certain he was making progress, that he could see Dashulu’s very soul behind the dragon’s fiery eyes, most of all late at night, when the two were together, alone, far away from anyone else’s prying eyes or ears, making sweet... And just as quickly as they fell into the trance, the two snapped out of it when, like the roar of some beast, Dashulu’s gargantuan stomach grumbled. Sorry... Hungry. Dashulu thought, obviously a little embarrassed to ruin the moment. Khardiis smiled and pushed himself off of his dragon’s head. “Why don’t you see what you can catch in these woods? I’ll stay here and set up camp.” The dragon gave a nod and, after unpacking the supplies from his back, lumbered out of the cave, his four magnificent paws crunching in the snow, his long tail being dragged behind him. As Dashulu disappeared behind the line of trees Khardiis sighed, his breath steamy in the frosty air, and went to work. The snow leopard made sure all their supplies were still in once piece, most important being the news-scrolls, the very reason they were traveling in the first place. These scrolls contained some very important information that needed to be transferred to the feline’s hometown, but only after a day into their travels he received a disappointing realization from Dashulu. We can’t fly the normal way home, we’ll have to take another route, the dragon had said. It was vague, something about the winds not being right, but their detour would add 2 or 3 days to their journey. A little unhappy at first, Khardiis found there was nothing he could do about it anyway, and realized this would be a good chance for him and Dashulu to “bond.” The cat laid out his bedroll and collected some firewood, as well as some pine branches for Dashulu to lay on instead of the hard cave floor. Terribly sore from all the flying, he then went on to do some stretching exercises, twisting his limbs to loosen and warm them, and even accomplishing a minute-long headstand. He also used this time to start a fire and boil a pot of snow. It had been days since his last bathing, and he was feeling a bit too ripe for his liking. He put a couple drops of cleansing oil extract into the hot water and, after stripping naked, proceeded to wash himself down with a cloth. The warm, moist washcloth felt amazing against his skin and fur, the scented oil crisp and refreshing. After cleaning his silvery black-spotted body off for a bit, he noticed some frost gathering on the dark tip of his tail, and so decided it was time to change into his evening wear before it got any colder. The sun had already sunk behind the trees when Dashulu returned tromping out of the twilight woods. The dragon had a great bird in his mouth, which Khardiis recognized to be an omu, a very dumb, but large and tasty species of fowl. Dashulu dropped the dead bird on the snow in front of the cave, his large mouth bloody. About half the bird was missing, evident that Dashulu had already eaten some. “Great! Just, uh, make sure you clean your mouth after dinner, just in case, you know...” Of course, was the reply. Khardiis prepared and cooked the bird over the fire, and along with some other provisions they brought the two of them had a very satisfying dinner. While Khardiis brewed a cup of myata tea, Dashulu groomed his slate-colored scales and cleaned his razor teeth. It was already dark, and a light snow just began to fall outside, but in the cave next to the crackling fire Khardiis was as warm and content as could be. ...and that is the story why we dragons call the smallest moon “the Great Egg.” “Uh-huh,” Khardiis mumbled, his eyes suddenly getting heavy. Finishing his strong, minty tea, he stood up and poked the fire, anything to stop himself from falling asleep. Would you like to hear how the North Wind got the name “the Mother of Mothers?” Khardiis smirked. Time to change the topic before Dashulu got into another one of his stories. “Wow, this fire is hot.” Crossing his paws in front of his waist, Khardiis slowly pulled his nightshirt off and flung it on his bag. It might be freezing outside, but with this decent fire and his dragon curled around reflecting the heat, he certainly was feeling warm. The cat flexed his arms and shoulders as casually as he could, pretending stretch or pick things up, occasionally glancing at Dashulu out of the corner of his eye. Though not extremely bulked up, the snow leopard was pretty well built, as an adventurous traveller like himself needed to be. And he knew little shows like this always got Dashulu’s attention. And it definitely seemed to work. The dragon’s eyes were fixed on the feline, and he hadn’t uttered (or rather thought) a peep. Khardiis lightly brushed his fingertips over his bare pecs and abs, bringing his paws lower down his body, past his navel and to his waist. “And these pants too...” The snow leopard unlaced and threw aside his cloth pants, leaving him in a pair of tight briefs that was really nothing more than a barely sufficient loincloth. The cat bent over, pretending to brush something off his paw feet, his rear directly facing Dashulu. Low at first, Khardiis heard a long, shuttering exhale come from his dragon, something he had come to recognize as a clear sign of lust. The feline flicked his long, fluffy tail in the air, just barely brushing the tip of the reptile’s nose, but at the same time totally ignoring that Dashulu was in the cave at all. Why did he get so much enjoyment from tormenting his dragon like this? Khardiis-nee, I am asking... if you could... please... Ah, Dashulu always did get a little brain-tied when the cat did this. “Yes?” Khardiis said, still bent over. Could you take off... the... “The what, Dashulu?” Will you make me beg, Khardiis-nee? Are you that cruel to your dragon? Khardiis erected his posture and turned around to face the reptile. He had his fun, and it was time they got on with it anyway. “Oh, you mean this?” Untying the string around his waist, Khardiis dropped his loincloth to the floor and kicked it aside. The snow leopard stood between his dragon and the campfire, the flames illuminating his nude form. Hands on his hips and his tail swishing in the air behind him, Khardiis let his companion drink him in. From all the teasing and stripping Khardiis was already a little aroused. His pink penis, drooping outward to just below his balls, was beginning to fill with blood and harden, a prominent vein swelling. In the warm cavern air the feline’s fuzzy, dark gray nutsack was loose and relaxed, and as Khardiis slowly twisted his hips Dashulu’s eyes followed every movement of the cat’s captivating manhood. Dragons hardly ever get to see anthros in the nude, almost never in a sexual way. Of course, the reptiles’ own genitalia is most of the time kept in a slit inside their own bodies, so the reverse was kind of true as well. Though things had begun to change in recent years for relationships between anthros, the public perception still existed that dragons were largely nonsexual creatures, only mating once or twice in their life (with other dragons, it should go without saying) to produce fertile eggs. At that moment, just like countless moments before, Khardiis was once again reminded that that archaic idea was entirely, utterly false. Please, come closer. Khardiis didn’t have to be told again. As he strut up to Dashulu, his bare pink paw pads hardly making a sound on the cold cave floor, the dragon craned his neck and lowered his head so he was directly pointed at the snow leopard’s crotch. The gap closed between the two of them until Khardiis’s half-hard, twitching penis was just a hand’s length from Dashulu’s snout. The dragon exhaled, and warm moist breath coated every inch of the snow leopard’s fur from his waist to his knees. Just as Dashulu began his inhale he thought-spoke to his rider. Last night... Last night, Khardiis-nee, I had a dream about your genitalia... “Wow, really?” Khardiis let out a little shutter as Dashulu’s snout just barely grazed the tip of his cock. Burying my face in it. Taking in your scent. Covering the whole area with my tongue while you cried to your gods in pleasure, until you finally deemed the time ready for you to deliver to me your seed... As he communicated this the dragon certainly did take in the feline’s scent, deeply. Dashulu seemed to inhale for nearly a minute at a time, before exhaling and sending his moist breath back over the cat’s sensitive area. Between this and the occasional grazes from the dragon’s nose, Khardiis was getting rock hard, and quick. His handsome cock pointed directly at the dragon’s snout, just a hair’s length away, a bead of clear pre already gathered at the hole. The cat rested both his paws on top of the dragon’s head, and began lovingly scratching the hard, scaly ridges. “Time for you to use that tongue, don’t you think?” Slowly opening his jaws, Dashulu started licking Khardiis’s crotch, almost indiscriminately. The top of the ballsack, briefly wrapping the agile tongue around the shaft, then lapping along the crease from the groin all the way to the hip. Dashulu certainly didn’t seem to miss a spot. This all got Khardiis harder than hard, and though the tongue wasn’t focused in any one area, the sloppy fellatio of his dragon felt nonetheless amazing. With his paws still resting on top of Dashulu, the snow leopard lightly tugged the dragon’s head forward. Knowing the cue from countless experience, Dashulu brought the dick into his muzzle, immediately setting to work with his tongue. It was so warm and wet inside, and compared to the cat’s member, also remarkably cavernous. Khardiis was well-endowed, to be sure, but sticking his cock inside of the dragon’s maw was like tossing a sausage into a ballroom—any part of his feline body dwarfed in comparison to the giant flying reptile. A smile played across the cat’s face. No matter how many times he got a blowjob from this creature, he always walked away afterwards utterly satisfied, as did Dashulu. Whenever they had sex, it was obvious the dragon was eager and diligent, almost industrious about pleasing his rider and improving his techniques. The feline loved it, and of course the scalie enjoyed it too. Khardiis was suspicious that Dashulu liked eating the cat’s cum more than the snow leopard liked cumming—and, gods, did Khardiis like cumming. Speaking of cumming, Khardiis closed his eyes and groaned as he felt the pressure rising inside. The reptile was hitting all the right spots, focusing especially on the sensitive part under the cock’s head. Any second he was going to squirt into his dragon’s warm mouth, shooting the first load far into the back of the throat, he could feel it just about... Suddenly the dragon popped his jaws open and with wet smack withdrew his head off Khardiis’s cock. Khardiis sighed, his whole pelvic area glistening with dragon spit. He was so close! “Whew, why... Why’d you stop? It was getting to the good part.” Dashulu raised his head until he was eye-level with Khardiis. As the cat slowly backed off the precipice of his orgasm, the two of them shared a few seconds of intense eye contact. Then the dragon guided the tip of his pointy, pink tongue to just between Khardiis’s lips. The snow leopard rested his paws back on his dragon’s head and almost like an instinct began to suck the intruding tongue. The tongue itself tasted somewhat metallic, while the saliva had an indescribable, almost piquant flavor. The dragon pushed further, exploring the cat’s mouth, minty from the tea he just had. Dashulu took his time, brushing against his rider’s palate and teeth on his way to the back of the throat. Khardiis’s tilted head was pressed right up against Dashulu’s, the reptile’s tongue snaking itself back toward the snow leopard’s tonsils. From this angle, perpendicular to the dragon’s head, Khardiis could see Dashulu’s left eye looking at him, half closed and relaxed in pleasure. The dragon communicated to him. I am persistently intoxicated by your taste, Khardiis-nee. It was moments like this when Khardiis realized just how powerless he was physically against Dashulu. With a single bite the massive dragon could chomp off the feline’s head, and with his razor-sharp claws tear his body to shreds, but he didn’t. Due to respect for riders, submissiveness to authority, or perhaps in rare cases love, it was only a few times in history that a dragon actually did something to intentionally hurt its companion. The tongue was practically halfway down the snow leopard’s throat. Khardiis’s half-closed eyes watered at the occasional gag-reflex that the intruding tongue enticed from him. He was on the verge of passing out, from both pleasure and being robbed of his breath. It was incredible, and perhaps a bit too much, but just as he was starting to tense finally he felt the dragon withdraw his tongue. “Gods save me...” Khardiis mumbled a little hoarsely, the area around his mouth utterly covered in saliva—how much of it was his or the dragon’s he couldn’t tell, or cared. Dashulu licked around his scaly lips before retreating his tongue back into his maw. I’m glad you think that feels good, Khardiis-nee. Now imagine if I did it to your other end. “Oh—wait, really?” With his massive claws, Dashulu gently guided his companion to spin around, Khardiis happily obliging. The cat was now facing the fire, the dragon staring at his backside. The occasional couple little licks against his behind always did feel good, a short foreplay to get them both in the mood before moving on to something else. That’s what Dashulu meant, right? His eyes fixed on the campfire, Khardiis felt Dashulu gingerly pry open his fuzzy right cheek with one of his large talons. The feline had nice, muscly ass, hard and toned when he flexed, but also soft and easy to mess around with when he relaxed, like he was at that moment. As Khardiis felt a heavy claw placed on his back, bending him over, he raised his furry tail high in the air, his body beaded with sweat from the heat and sexual stimulation. Dashulu pressed his snout up against the pried-open crack and took in a few whiffs of the snow leopard’s back end. You cleaned yourself for me. May I begin, Khardiis-nee? “Please, go right ahead...” Khardiis’s face went bright red as a familiar tongue made contact with his rump. It did several swipes up and down his crack, going all the way from the base of his tail to the taint, even just making contact with the ballsack, leaving what seemed to be a river of slimy saliva between his cheeks. Khardiis remembered when the dragon first did this, how weird and gross it felt, but now he couldn’t deny whenever the occasion arouse it was something he enjoyed thoroughly. While his behind was being worked on, Khardiis, bent over with his paws resting on his knees, stared ahead, his eyes unfocused and his mind thoughtless, simply enjoying the rimjob. He shuttered in pleasure, the frisky dragon not wanting to miss a square inch of his backside. Slurps and wet slapping came from his behind as Khardiis lightly fingered his rock-hard dick, painfully aware that he still had yet to cum. The tongue working almost frantically between the cheeks, Dashulu then slowed and focused the tip right against the snow leopard’s hole. It made a few circles around the ring, the cat alternating between tensing and relaxing. Finally, the dragon pressed inward. Khardiis’s eyes slowly widened as the slippery tongue, lubed up with saliva and strong enough to easily enter the feline, pushed through the ring. Now inside, the tongue pressed farther and farther inward, the tight hole continuing to expand as the tongue got thicker. In a combination of surprise and pleasure Khardiis uttered a small curse. Do you like this, Khardiis-nee? “Oooooh, yes. D-deeper...” Just another benefit of thought-speaking, being that it was communication that didn’t actually involve using your mouth. Even with his hot tongue buried inside his rider’s bottom, the dragon could still hold a conversation with his companion no problem. Dashulu obeyed, and deeper he went. By then he had already reached the feline’s prostate and was almost certainly intentionally pressing up against it. Despite any lack of direct contact, the cat’s dick was twitching and dripping out copious amounts of precum, his legs also shaking like he was in the middle of an earthquake. Worried he might fall over, Khardiis had to drop to his hands and knees, Dashulu lowering his head to compensate. Leaning on the hard cave floor, his scalie friend tongue-fucking him from behind, Khardiis was blown away at how it just felt so damn good. His prostrate was stimulated beyond comprehension, his ring being wonderfully stretched, he was basically being massaged from the inside by his dragon’s unbelievably nimble tongue. As his bowels were being filled to the limit, the pleasure quickly rose in his loins. Sweat dripped down his body, and he could feel Dashulu’s nostrils pressed against his backside right underneath his tail, taking in all the musk from the cat’s damp fur. Staring into the fire but his brain not comprehending a thing he was seeing, Khardiis’s orgasm erupted inside of him, wracking his whole body from head to toe to anus. His balls were pulled in tight, and as the snow leopard uttered unintelligible words that sounded like they were in a foreign language, his veiny, throbbing cock spewed out shot after shot of cum, all without the help of a hand. Plat plat plat his fluids hit the ground with a surprising speed, the cat choking out groans that echoed off the cave walls. When the sphincter began rhythmically pulsating around his tongue, Dashulu started his withdrawal from his rider’s backside, a bit of a process considering it was the deepest he’d ever been inside the snow leopard’s ass. As the dragon pulled out, Khardiis in his utter euphoria continued to fire his loads onto the cave floor, his head pressed to the ground and his bottom presented upwards, his expanded colon feeling less and less full by the second. By the time the reptile had completely pulled his tongue out Khardiis was dry firing, his testicles spent of their immediate cache of seed, his orgasm waning. His somewhat weakened ring closed as the dragon left, plenty of scalie-spit running down from his ass. In such a state of pleasure he was drooling and shaky as all hell, and Khardiis turned his head around to look at the dragon guilty of the world’s best rimjob. “Oh, that... th-that was amazing, Dashulu...” Khardiis sputtered. Do you really think that, Khardiis-nee? Dashulu withdrew his tongue back into his maw. “You have no idea...” The dragon seemed genuinely proud at his rider’s comment. I am so happy you are pleased, Khardiis-nee. The snow leopard rested on the cave’s floor, and cold and hard as it was, he was too drained and numbed by the afterglow of his orgasm to do anything else. For a minute they lied quietly next to one another, regaining their breath, the cat’s eyes starting to feel heavy once more. Breaking the silence in Khardiis’s head, finally Dashulu thought-spoke. But, Khardiis-nee... I have yet to satisfy—well, that is, I have not yet reached my own... Khardiis was brought out of his stupor. Of course, he couldn’t forget about his dragon! Dashulu needed to cum just as much as he did, and the snow leopard thoroughly enjoyed getting his reptile friend off. Khardiis jumped up, a little dizzy, and stood in front of the dragon’s large side. “How about you get in position,” Khardiis said, to which Dashulu replied with a simple nod. With a little guidance from his rider, Dashulu turned to lay on his back. Khardiis made his gaze down the dragon’s underside, taking in the incredibly muscular body that was Dashulu. Unlike the dark-colored hard scales that covered the top of the dragon from head to tail, the underside was a lot more soft and sensitive, the reptilian skin a pinkish light-gray. Khardiis’s eyes rested on the two slits at the lower part of Dashulu’s body. One was the dragon’s anus, a pink-red hole tucked away on the delicate underside of the dragon’s tail. Right above was another slit, which housed Dashulu’s genitals. Khardiis smiled a naughty grin. The dragon was already erect, the light-pink penis already out in the open, undoubtedly having been since they started nearly an hour ago. With the light from the campfire to illuminate, Khardiis’s eyes hungrily took in the dragon’s member. The reptilian cock was shaped somewhat like a cone, covered in a several bumps and ridges, making it very different from Khardiis’s own humanoid dick. Of course, regardless of the species, the purpose of a cock is just the same, and it wasn’t like it was the snow leopard’s first time working with Dashulu’s member. After plenty of practice, Khardiis knew his way around the dragon’s dick almost as good as his own. Feeling a wave of blood and lust-filled energy pass through his body, Khardiis took a deep inhale. Time for another round. Though he came just minutes ago, he was already getting hard again, seeing the reptile presenting himself like this. Dashulu was laying on his back like some sort of obedient house pet (albeit one the size of a small wagon), his two large front paws folded up at his sides. It takes an incredible sense of trust for a dragon to allow its vulnerable underside be shown out in the open, a sense of trust that can often only be found between a dragon and its rider. Khardiis climbed on top of the dragon, Dashulu staring at the snow leopard with his big, almost puppy-like eyes. The cat brought one of his limber legs up and over, resting his waist on the upside-down reptile as if he was about to fly him—except, of course, for being completely naked, and staring hungrily at the dragon’s butt. He spit on the dragon’s ass for some lubrication, and sunk his forefinger and thumb into the dragon’s hole, stretching and stimulating the tight ring. Dashulu let out an exhale in pleasure. Dragons, or at least the snow leopard’s, have an almost obsession with hygiene, believing there to be some sort of link between cleanliness of the body and purity of the soul. As this thought passed through the cat’s mind he sunk his fingers in a little deeper with ease, also putting in two fingers from his other paw, spreading, bringing the thick ring just a little further open. After enough preparation, Khardiis oriented his waist so his once again erect dick was pointed at the dragon’s hole. His cock was still covered with cum and dragon spit, Dashulu’s ass with some the cat’s saliva, enough lube for what he was about to do. As long as he was careful at first, it wasn’t like he had a chance of hurting the massive dragon down here anyway. He pushed his hips forward, and slowly but surely the dragon’s ass easily swallowed the cat’s dick, balls-deep. Khardiis groaned, and Dashulu let out a low, pleasureful growl. After going in as far as he could, he pulled his waist outward, his wet cock gliding along the dragon’s warm ring, until he just reached the head of his penis. When his shaft was entirely exposed, he pushed back in, pressing his furry hips snug against the reptile’s leathery skin once more. He built up a little speed, knowing his dragon had no problem taking his cock. Khardiis realized years ago that an anthro anally penetrating a dragon had to be about the same as when an anthro gets their ass fingered, the size difference being comparable. Feeling like he reached an appropriate rhythm, Khardiis turned his attention to the reptilian penis right in front of him. With both paws he grabbed the thick, meaty cock, and began swiping up and down. Yes, Khardiis-nee... That is good. Just over the top of the cock he could see Dashulu’s relaxed face watching the scene. The snow leopard continued to bring his paws up the shaft of the giant cock, knowing the few bumps near the hole of the dick to be the most sensitive and nerve-filled. He gripped the area around the tip tight with his paws, Dashulu’s member twitching in pleasure. Khardiis continued to finger the cock, occasionally casting lustful looks up toward his dragon, all the while his sweaty hips slapping into the dragon. The cat lapped his tongue at the dragon’s dick, wrapping his lips around the tip at intervals. The reptilian cock was far to big for him to fit in his mouth, but he could happily sink an inch or two into his muzzle. He swiped his tongue over the hole, even dipping just a little it into the urethra. Dabs of Dashulu’s pre spread across the feline’s tongue, the flavor so foreign and interesting, salty and with a long-lasting aftertaste, but really not bad. Now the snow leopard was pumping hard, his hips thwacking Dashulu’s underside with every shove of his dick, small groans and growls rumbling from the dragon’s throat. The cat felt another orgasm rising in his brain, but from the sounds and movements of his dragon, Khardiis could tell Dashulu was closer to cumming. The snow leopard could feel sweat rolling down his own back, over his wet ass and dripping off his tail, and while dragons don’t sweat, the skin of their cocks releases some musty, natural oils whenever their sexual stimulation is reaching a climax. Dashulu’s member smelled earthy, like a mossy forest floor, very different from any scent Khardiis had experienced from an anthro. The scent of the reptile’s earthy, musty cock filled Khardiis’s nose, the taste of the precum his mouth. Khardiis went harder and faster against the dragon’s hole, the reptile’s insides positively hot, almost burning against the cat’s dick. Khardiis was doing everything he could to bring the dragon to climax before he came again, and he could tell it was working. The dragon was so close, making small whining noises that only in sexual situations like this had Khardiis ever heard a dragon make. Please, Khardiis-nee, I am just about to... It’s going... Oh, yes. I love—love...! With a flurry of licks and paw-swiping from his rider, Dashulu came. Being the angle Khardiis was working the cock at, most of the scalie spunk shot to the side, on the floor and against the cave wall, just a squirt here or there landing on the dragon’s chest. It was funny how loud Khardiis and other anthro’s could be when they came, but every time Dashulu climaxed, he suddenly got quiet. Not a growl from his throat nor a thought from his head, just baring his teeth in pure pleasure, his reptilian eyes half closed and barely focused. Thick ropes of cum continued to shoot out of the scalie cock, an amount of fluid that took Khardiis by surprise every time. Now that Dashulu was cumming, his anus was tighter than ever, the muscles in his ass spasming around the cat’s cock. Khardiis wasn’t far at all now, just seconds away from joining his companion, who was still in the peak of his climax. Dragons are so lucky, their orgasms lasting much longer than that of anthros, even minutes. The familiar, intense pleasure started to rise once more, and with a couple more hard, deep pushes into the dragon’s ass, Khardiis came. The first shot went far inside the dragon, the cat’s dick once more throbbing out loads of cum. Khardiis flung his head up, drops of sweat flying, and locked eyes with Dashulu, the dragon’s head several feet away. Just like what happened early that day, the rest of the world seemed to fall out around them. Inside this toasty cave in the middle of a vast uninhabited forest, a powerful bliss connected their souls. Even if just for a brief second, they both could feel each other’s very essence. In the incredible mix of pleasure and emotions, it was like every fiber of their being was laid bare, out in the open for the other to see. The orgasms of the two eventually waned, bringing them back to this physical world, and more or less back to their senses. Khardiis lied on his dragon, utterly exhausted and his nutsack drained of yet another load of his seed. The snow leopard was certain that what they just experienced was, in some way, at least a beginning step of ulaar, “the connection.” As Dashulu’s cock softened it retreated back into its slit. Khardiis, now flaccid as well, crawled up the dragon’s body, past the slit until he was laying face-down on his upper torso. The cave smelled of cum, sweat, and must, a scent that the two of them have gotten more than used to over the past few years whenever they were left alone like this. The fire, smaller than when Khardiis first lit it hours ago, was still burning, an occasional crackle breaking the relative silence. Resting on his dragon’s warm torso, the snow leopard closed his eyes contently, just a few seconds later Dashulu reaching to the floor and throwing the thick blanket over his cat. Between the slowly dying fire and lying on top of the furnace of a reptile, Khardiis was so very comfortable and warm in his afterglow, not just knowing, but feeling Dashulu to be the same as well. *** When the snow leopard awoke the next morning, shivering, he was only aware of one thing—how cold the air around him felt. As his eyes cracked open it was difficult to tell what time it was, because the weather outside the cave was so horrible. By how dimly lit it was it had to be early morning, he knew that, and a blizzard was just picking up outside, the wind whistling and a flurry of snow out of the mouth of the cave. The fire had long since died out, now just a smoldering pile of sticks. Though he was laying face-down on his warm dragon and he had a blanket on his back, he was also naked, and when the memories of what they did the night before hit his mind a little grin came to his face. However, he shivered again, and his teeth loudly chattered as he took a sharp inhale of the frigid air. The snow leopard heard some movement, and the dragon placed his claws on top of the blanket, rubbing the cat’s back, pulling him closer into the reptile’s heated torso. The warm friction immediately comforted the feline, and his shivering subsided. With Dashulu gently stroking his back Khardiis contently sighed, thinking about how the weather would change their plans. “Looks bad.” Yes. “We can’t fly home in this weather.” Correct. “We’ll probably have to wait all day. Maybe even until tomorrow.” That is very likely. Khardiis couldn’t help but feel a little confused. Didn’t Dashulu decide to fly this route, the long way home so they could avoid this kind of weather? Oh, well. Too late to change anything now. And, when he thought about it, it’s not like they were in a real hurry anyway. The scrolls could wait to be delivered a day or two more. They weren’t in any immediate danger, and despite the unpredictable world that they lived in, simple moments of comfort and safety like this made Khardiis feel unbelievably, well, happy. A smile returned to his face, and he closed his heavy, blue eyes, letting out a small purr as Dashulu continued to rub his fur through the blanket. There was a pile of wood already gathered, waiting to be lit into another fire. They had food to eat, and more they could hunt in the woods if need be. Gods know plenty of snow to boil for water or tea. And, unquestionably the most important of all, each other. I was inspired by the setting of this story after a trip I took to Siberia in 2014. A few of the words I used in this are actually derived from the Tuvan language, a place in Russia that borders Mongolia. If you haven’t heard of Mongolian throat singing, it’s pretty crazy, check it out... Anyway, enjoy! If you would rather skip the story and get straight to the yiffing, go to page SOMETHING. Don’t worry, I won’t mind. :)