The Ceremony Of Dragons Ch 03

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Commissioned by Saphira Fafnar

With no one else setting their sights on him at that moment in time, Xigfeldo smirked and sat up on his haunches, his cloaca on full show with his cock out. The length of his cock pulsed up, hard and full of blood, and he grunted thickly, showing off the organ. It turned a few heads but not enough, everyone wrapped up in their lust, ignoring him as he flaunted and showed off. Only a silver dragon who could have either identified as a dragoness or a drake, for their scent came tinted with the aroma of both, looked up, cock throbbing with withheld desire, but they already had another competitor with their muzzled shoved up under their tail and appeared loathe to leave such lust. And was there no one else that craved spending time with the silver-black drake who suddenly found himself left out of the very proceedings that he was supposed to lead?

Xigfeldo frowned: that would not do. He needed more, more marks to prove his worth and he had more tricks up his figurative sleeve to make sure that everyone who was anyone knew that he was the best around in more ways than simply one.

Rearing up higher, stretching his already long body out and out, he made sure that he towered above everyone else, cock twitching and pulsing, each throb teasing it out with a tickle of inner magic. That magic was what allowed him to enlarge or shrink his cock to fit any partner, although it appeared to be a natural part of how his body functioned for how seamless it was, the shape changing in the blink of an eye. One had to be quick to catch it and it did take the silver dragon that was still eyeing him up a moment to release that the ridges had plumped out there, shaping his shaft and demonstrating his ability yet again to shape his body to his will in the moment. It thickened up lustfully, those raised ridges standing out in hard lines from the main body of his cock, drawing the eyes of those who were not already fixed on him -- and who wouldn't have wanted to be so? They licked their lips, head tipping towards Xigfeldo, perhaps already imagining how that shaft would feel rammed up inside them. He wouldn't have blamed them, since it was, indeed, a rather nice dick to wear and bear too, although he would soon return it to its natural form, showing his length off in its delicious, natural glory.

But there was so much more that he could do with it too and it was about time that they saw that, the drake in charge flexing his cock, making the shockingly prehensile organ bounced back and forth. It had a far greater range of motion than most would have expected and he knew there was a greater flicker of interest there but they hadn't yet seen the full scope of it too. Xigfeldo grinned. That was exactly what he needed to show them.

It took them a moment to notice just what he was doing with his cock but Xigfeldo felt every inch of his own dick, now smooth again, ploughing into him, stretching the scaled edges of his cloaca and his vent in just the way he liked it. He moaned for their attention, showing off all he had to offer, and more and more heads turned his way, the dragon demonstrating, very effectively, just how well he was able to 'fuck himself'. Only, in his case, it was not an insult as his cock drove into his body over and over again, giving himself the attention that he thought that he deserved and, well, did too.

"Look at him!"

His heart leapt as some dragons left their competitors without marking them, keen to watch his show. It may have been sad for them to miss out on getting a mark or two but, well, it was all fair in love and war and he was there for the art of making love and not war between other dragons. Trying times were not for him and he smirked salaciously as he tipped his head back, manufacturing a teasing sense of vulnerability as they thought that he was laid bare for all to see. In a way, he was, but Xigfeldo knew better than anyone how to put on a good show and a thick dose of his pheromones, a slick of his marking oil glistening around the base of his cock, didn't hurt either.

They murmured and gathered and the drake's legs trembled, fighting even then to hold himself up as the pleasure mounted and mounted. He had their attention but he needed to do something with it now as he slammed his cock into his vent repeatedly, grunting and twisting his head back and forth as he tried to hold out as long as possible. The problem with that was that he knew exactly what he liked and exactly how to stimulate himself to the best of his ability, breath coming in raspy, heavy gasps, squatting down for a more stable base for his sexual pleasure.

Harder... He needed more and he'd show them more too, luxuriating in the sheer number of eyes locked onto him. He was the main event and they needed to know that, needed to know that he was the best of them all without question. Never again would there be a dragon prince or princess to best him and Xigfeldo snarled, lips curling back from his teeth, as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, unsure which part of him was going to orgasm first. Would they both come together? Oh, if he could time that just right, it would be exactly the display that he was looking to give!

"Harder!"

"Come on!"

"Show us how much you can cum!"

The lusty crowd shouted and jeered for him and Xigfeldo was more than happy to give them the show that they craved, plunging his cock fervently in and out of his sex, showing off how deep he could get it. Infusing it with his magic too brought on some lovely 'oohs' and 'ahhs' from the adoring crowd and he laughed too, pink tongue protruding out over the edges of his sharp teeth as he fucked himself as hard as he ever had. His shaft glowed with an otherworldly aura, making sure that all eyes were on him and him alone. Sure, there were other things going on further away but they were the ones missing out on the display, although it was likely to be one of many he could put on during the course of the ceremony as there were many, many hours left for all kinds of lust.

Orgasm crashed upon him and he spat out a roar tinted with his acid breath, corroding holes in the bare ground before him, the earth melting away as if it had never been. Rocks and metal could not stand up to his ability and he fought to hold it back, pulse after pulse of divine pleasure wracking him. His strongest orgasm of the day yet ironically came via the tease of his own claw and he huffed and grunted, rolling his hind end and back, showing the course of each ripple of climax rising through his body.

And they ate it up, some darting in right then and there to mark him with their scent, cloacas pressed briefly to his thighs and his tail -- anywhere they could reach -- to leave their vote. Still, he was not convinced that they left even then, his cock pounding harder and faster as he fucked himself to a quick second orgasm, cock spurting and filling his womb with cum. If he'd wanted to become pregnant from his own seed, he could have done that too and he could not deny that he would have relished the opportunity to show off just how studly and virile he was by bearing a clutch of his very own eggs as the champion. Growling, he didn't allow his cock out of his sex, pounding and ploughing it with renewed demand over his body. Wouldn't that be something to prove he was the best of the best?

"Cum again!"

He would not tease the crowd by denying such a request and he pulled his cock out, sending a thick stream of cum over his cloaca, although it would not cover up any markings he had received but slough slickly off his scales. He wouldn't have wanted any votes to suddenly not count, after all, but there was a lot more that he had in store too, a show to put on as he rolled onto his back, using his tail to thrust his hind end up from the ground, partway lifted, just to give everyone a better view of how his cock slammed into him.

Twisting and driving, it crammed every last inch that it could get into its master's cunt, a mindless peon in the grand scheme of draconic breeding. And Xigfeldo felt everything, every last tiny sensation that may have otherwise have been overlooked if he'd been fucking another dragon. His cock tingled, the other dragon's ridges catching and pulling in the most perfect of ways, his soft passage closing around it in a ripple and a pulse that felt as if his body was trying to pull it deeper inside him still. Of course, he was actively trying to do that with his incredible muscular control but there was no way to possibly get his cock any deeper than it was already -- not unless he made it grow more and it was already such a perfect fit in his cunny that he was loathe to change a single thing.

The crowd grew bored, however, of seeing one dragon in one place fucking himself and edged away -- he had to do something! Flipping over, he snarled and bent his hind legs, powering himself up and into the air as he roared out his lust, signalling to everyone there that he was the one to be reckoned with, the one that would rule them all, be the champion over all else. Maybe it was a conceited thought to have but there never had been any shame in knowing the true strength and depth of one's ability and being willing to show it off. Everyone was there for the same reason that he was, after all, so everyone was in the same flight and no one would think strangely of it. Frankly, Xigfeldo wouldn't care if they did.

Beating his wings, he flapped and soared, lifting himself up higher and higher from the swaying throng, most of the volunteers staring up at him while the competitors desperately tried to regain their attention. It was a futile endeavour, however, as Xigfeldo laughed recklessly, looping and spiralling and pirouetting in mid-air, showing off the full extent of his aerobatic acrobatic ability as his cock continued on fucking him. Huffing, he fought for control of his mind, wings trembling, but he had to go on, had to keep putting on the kinkiest display they'd ever seen, all for the championship that was his to take.

His cock slapped free of his cunny, deliberately, and the crowd roared in turn with him as he splattered them with semen, his creamy mess raining down with a good dose of his oily essence too. They'd know that it was his aphrodisiac perfume mixed into it, of course, but no one really cared if he was trying to make them enjoy it all the more for it was all a game that everyone was playing to win and not even another silver dragon could fail to be swayed by his glorious scent, thrumming up heady and strong as they sucked in greedy, short puffs of breath.

They clamoured for him but, eventually, Xigfeldo had to land again and the dragons converged on him, marks covering seemingly every part of his body. That was just his lustful mind at work, however, telling him that far more was happening than was in reality, the sticky, gluey essence of their mark lingering on him. He hoped his parents were getting all his scores down accurately particularly after such a windfall.

The only downfall to his escapade was that the dragons that had been watching, of course, had to go off and satisfy their lust elsewhere, though some lingered, eyes on him. He played up to them, strutting and puffing out his chest as if to put himself well and truly on show, his head held high as he pranced out on parade, acting the part of the champion prince or princess anyway. He could be either, considering his gender, and either would be fine for him, as long as he was hailed and heralded as the best breeder dragon of them all with his cock hanging thick and wanton, seeking a hot hole to plough into, beneath him. He would not be solo for long, however, with a rustle of silver scales moving through the cluster of admirers nearby.

"You... You are divine."

And Xigfeldo could have said the same about her, the silver dragoness (though she clearly was of a dual gender, considering the massive length of dragon-meat dangling between her hind legs) approaching him at a slow, sensual stalk. Everything about her came with an air that she could afford to take her time with him, taking him in from every angle, the tip of her tail trailing up under his chin with such sweetness that Xigfeldo could not help but shiver. He would never know her name but that dragoness would become one that softly haunted his dreams, lingering and drawing him into sexual adventures that sometimes felt more lucid than controlled by his unconscious in any way, shape or form. Maybe her magic was simply that practised that she could slip into his dreams? He would never know but he would, indeed, continue to dream.

She wound herself around him and Xigfeldo rumbled his soft approval as he leaned into her touch, kissing and licking, his tongue teasing over her cloaca and even slipping inside her vent when it was presented to him. There was no question as to who wanted who and Xigfeldo nuzzled up under her tail, cock throbbing and twitching with ardent desire for her, despite his recent climaxes. That was one thing that was true of him sexually too that could be shown, in the end, to give him even more of an edge: sex never tired him out.

Letting Xigfeldo lap at her vent and even grinding her cock back against his muzzle, the silver dragoness purred warmly, front end bowed and back end raised as if in play.

"I can't resist one like you..."

"Nor me."

Unseen while they courted, a black dragon chuckled and stepped to her dipped shoulder, the male and female pair as different as the moon and the night sky that surrounded it, although the silver dragoness rolled her eyes as if she'd seen the black drake before. She scoffed at him and flipped her tail, scooting away, but he followed her so closely that one could have been forgiven for thinking that his interest was in her rather than Xigfeldo, which, while not helpful, would have been an interesting development.

"Ugh... Can't you let me have this one to myself? I swear you're following me around here."

The black dragon's eyes narrowed but Xigfeldo was already turning his tail to them, arching it up over his back so that his flushed and slightly gaping cloaca was on show, cock hanging and drooling viscously. That had their attention and he rolled his hindquarters back lustfully, openly offering himself to them.

"Dragons and dragonesses," he purred throatily. "There's more than enough to go around."

And that was true enough as they worked out how they wanted to test him, to take him -- sometimes the fact that they were doing it as part of the ceremony for young dragons fell by the wayside, dragons getting caught up in the sexual mayhem and madness of it all. The silver dragoness twisted around him and coiled her tail along the length of his, ploughing into his tail hole boldly without asking, though he would have been bound to please her anyway. That hole brought a manner of pleasure to Xigfeldo's mind that may have felt ill-placed coming from a drake as he was more of a top than a bottom, but, with her, he could only moan in satisfaction.

The black took his muzzle and Xigfeldo eagerly slurped on his cock as time slipped by, running his tongue around it and giving the dragon that had already spent himself within so many partners the blowjob of his life. Xigfeldo had no such desire to hold back as he was pounded with such raunchily illicit pleasure under his tail, lifting it high so that the silver dragon could take him with all the fervour she wanted. He would later uncover that she did not often get to indulge that particular kink of hers and his acceptance of it made all the difference to her vote, panting and hammering in as she played her magic over his scales, a pulsing massage that squirmed under his belly, seeking out the very spot where his testis were hidden and located.

He shuddered but a single shudder wasn't going to make any difference to the grand scheme of the ceremony where his orgasm was key, the silver dragon purring and growling as she crammed him full. He needed more and he'd show them more, slipping into a state where he could barely be considered conscious, although his consent was rampant in the slick markings slithering down his scales, the darker cream of them sticking and staining. There was nothing that would remove those markings until the ceremony was completed and, well, even then he would want to wear them as a mark of pride, showing everyone just what he was capable of, how far he could go and, of course, all that he could achieve as a breeding drake.

That was, ultimately, assuming that he won, however, and Xigfeldo growled around the cock in his mouth, striving not to buck and hump back too aggressively as his need rose. It didn't stop there either, fresh sensation overwhelming the old, a tightening in his rump sending shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through his body. Almost as if they were travelling down the length of his spine, his body snaked back and forth, eyes closed, lips parted -- but only there because he was busy taking a monster cock into the back of his throat. Moaning around it, he suckled it deep, using his tongue and the coolness of his breath to tease and caress it, giving the male in question everything that he could have ever wanted from such a wickedly devious liaison and then some.

Huffing, the dragoness leaned over him, her cock rammed deep, breath heavy as she put her lips close to the indent of his ears, brushing his scales.

"Mmm... This is a tight hole for you, isn't it?"

Her teasing was playful enough that he rumbled his acquiescence but he was a drake of pleasure and, with him, it was an 'anything goes' kind of deal. Pleasure was pleasure and he could not have chosen a sexier dragoness to slam into him, the pulsing twitch and ripple of her magic making him want to cum right then and there but she kept him on the edge -- and he allowed it too. He was confident that he could have thrown her off and stolen every last bit of the pleasure for himself if he so chose but that wasn't how they played the game as he growled and moaned, narrowing his focus to the realm of pleasure and no more than that. Ecstasy, that tricksy fiend, would come in due course.

It was for patience with those too, letting the two of them snarl and rock together, trying to outdo one another -- and he had to play his cards just right too. The black dragon didn't want to cum too quickly but Xigfeldo had to get him off at exactly the right moment where he could best show off his breeding prowess to the dragoness. The focus should have been on him but, in some parts of the ceremony, his destiny was merely to be a tool to be used and he would be the best they'd ever had, his sights set on a greater pleasure.

Slurping and suckling, he tensed and let out a muffled roar that still, somehow, managed to reverberate as his tail hole was ploughed, her magic tickling his cock with a light touch -- and yet that touch was still enough to get him off, on a hair-trigger. He could enjoy that orgasm, playing with her shaft as she thrust and pounded him, panting heavily as the effort of sex took its toll on her. Not that that would stop a dragoness like her, however, for Xigfeldo should have known just how close she had come to being a champion in her own ceremony, although she had since aged out of the group that would be taken into each decade's challengers. It would have been a pity, for he would have to seek her out on his own after the ceremony to see how they could explore their lusts with one another. If she'd been a previous winner, of course, he would not have met her right then but later, when she was breeding him after the challenge itself was complete.