Dragon X

I didn't know how long he stood there. I didn't know how long he had watched me. I heard a rustle and turned around. There he was gazing at me in absolute silence with that pair of light red eyes. His body was much bigger than mine. Darkness of the night had concealed the rest of his physical appearances. But my first guess was that he was one of the protectors for my clan. Why would he stand there spying on me though? I was too stunned to move, as my body was sticky with sweat and that clear liquid from my penis. He noticed that I knew his presence. With agility of a fox, he immediately turned around and sprinted off, leaving the brushes shaking behind his abrupt movements.

I was baffled. I didn't know what to say or how to react to that. Would he be telling the elders about what I did all the time when I was alone? Would he be telling other dragons so that they could mock me together, which was plainly worse than being viewed as an odd (I got used to such look anyway) dragon? An infinite possibility with an infinite result. I didn't know if I should just fly away from this place before my life was destroyed by ruthless criticisms. I didn't know if I should just end my life right there (it was a tempting thought too).

Slowly getting up from the damp grassy ground, I wagged my tail a bit to shake off the mud and dust that had stuck onto my scales. Giving my shoulders one last lick, I timidly walked toward the spot where the stranger was at not too long ago. Judging from the footprints on the floor, which was littered with dead branches and smashed up leaves of red and yellow (I had better eyesight than any of the dragons), it was indeed, a protector dragon. How did anyone find out about this place? For nearly six years since I first ventured into this little haven of mine, not one single dragon could find this area whenever I wanted to kill some of my free time here by myself. Better yet, the question should be: "Why would anyone even want to spy on me?" I was a loner. I was no one.

The area was warm. Red dragons' body heat was significantly higher than the rest of the common dragon [SPAM]. In a comparison, other could describe me as "icy cold" or "morning dew-type of cold". My father usually told me that it was because of human body's negative influences. The human elements, to be exact. Although I could not see any part of myself resembling to a human physique, maybe in certain, insignificant parts. Perhaps personality then? Or it could be that internally, I resembled closely to a human. Still, the ironic thing was that us dragons did look like the weak little humans, in some way. Unlike lizards (I hated these blasted creatures), us dragons stood upright as human did. And in many ways, we could move the same way as the humans could.

When I was little, I asked why we looked like humans in appearances, aside from minor details such as having scaly bodies, tails, wings, and faces that looked like... well... that looked like dragons. The elders would scoff at me and yelled: "Because the Dragon Spirit has made us look like so! We consider ourselves to be a superior form of dragons compared to our ancestors."

"Humanoid?" I'd ask stupidly.

The elder would roar and start to chase me away with balls of flames shooting out from their mouths. They were always furious at me whenever I asked these questions time and time again. I didn't know, really! Curiosity almost killed me. Anyway, I knew deep inside that we were humanoid dragons (I liked to call ourselves that). Our ancestors had more features associated with the giant lizards that still roamed the earth today. Good thing we were different than them. I couldn't bear the thought of having to travel the lands on all fours and eating nothing but mice or something.

I sighed. It felt like a small furnace just standing at the exact place as that red dragon had a few minutes ago. I sank down onto my knees. My foot claws dug into the soil softly, lightly pushing up blades of tender grass. My tail gently brushed against the tree trucks behind me. In the darkness, I savored the warmth. In the darkness, I closed my eyes as I slowly lowered myself onto the warm, comfortable ground. My dream was filled with life. It was about myself laughing among a group of friends, friends that would understand me and would not judge me based on how I looked or how I acted. Friends that would know me deep inside, the real me.

It was noon when I woke up. I had never slept so nicely before (other than shooting off and falling into a deep slumber due to extreme tiredness). Looking around, I was alone. Birds were chirping and playing hide-and-seek with each other on top of the ancient trees. A few other wild animals ran by not too far away. I was going to stretch for a bit and then catch myself some lunch until I realized how tired I was. Crawling on all fours to the edge of the pond, I gazed at my reflection. The image was distorted somewhat, but still clear enough for me to notice how filthy I had become. Several pine leaves were stuck onto my body and there were spots of mud crusts that had clung to my arms and chest. The once-glistening scales of mine had lost their glossiness. It was my fault mostly. I had rolled around on the damp, soggy ground all night long. My large crystal-blue eyes were dull-looking today. Giving out a loud yawn, I licked my fangs and got up.

It was hotter than yesterday; as such sunny days should be in the summer. I loved summer the most because I could hang out by myself without feeling the biting coldness of the weather. In winter, I had to head back to the caves in order to seek some warmth and shelter from the elements. That was to say, not too many dragons would enjoy having me around and sharing their body heat. Even in the caves, I'd choose a corner and huddle myself to sleep. I'd stay as far away from the other dragons as possible. As long as the rain, the snow, and the chilly wind did not slash at my body without mercy all night long, it was good enough for me. Since my father was a protector, he had to guard the border all the time in the terrifying coldness. He always told me, though, that because red dragons had a much higher body temperature than the other dragons, it was within tolerable level when the snow covered his back and shoulders. They'd usually melt quickly and evaporate into the bristle air. As now you could guess - my father hardly returned home.

Squinting as the sunlight bathed my face, I turned toward the pond and with a yell I jumped into the cool, refreshing water. Splashing around to clean myself from the grime, I giggled and swam in circles. The pond was huge, by the way. When I was a small dragon (still was small right now but five times bigger than an adult human being), I almost got drowned when I drifted to the middle of the pond. Actually, now that I thought about it, was it a pond or a lake? Either way, it hardly got dirty from all these years of me doing cannonballs into the center of the water mirror. Probably because the soil had absorbed most of the dirty water and the rain had replenished the pond. Large ripples like mini waves were formed when I opened and extended my wings. The soothing liquid glided around the curvatures of my inner muscles. All the sweat, the sticky liquid from my penis, the mud, everything, were washed away in torrents of water currents. My tail was limp, as it slid quietly behind me while I continued to roll around in the pond. I was having lots of fun. More fun than anyone else. Who needed companionship anyway? I could be by myself all day, all night, all year long and still could find ways to enjoy life.

Although... sometimes I'd hope someone would at least talk to me with true friendliness. Not acts and lies coming from those so-called "friends" of mine.

I dove to the bottom of the pond. My arms and legs combed the sandy base below playfully. Feeling the grains of sand rubbing against my flesh and my underbelly, it felt wonderful. My icy blue scales blended into the dark cerulean shade of the pond nicely and my light green scales upon my back were covered with banding ripples of light yellow rays from the sun on the surface. It was as if I had entered heaven. But I couldn't stay underwater forever. I needed to breathe after all. So then I swam upward and burst out into the stuffy air. Beads of water flew upward, similar to the embers of a fire on a log. Like magical balls, they were in many different colors of red, yellow, blue, pink, and more. The fiery orb in the sky had given life and vigor to these magnificent spheres of liquid. They curled and hovered in the middle of nowhere before landing back onto the bank with a splat.

I froze.

The protector dragon was there. His fiery crimson colored body with light orange dye around the chest was like a warning beacon for me. With eyes as intense as the flame itself, he gazed at me without uttering a word. I stood in the cool pond in fear. Water trickled down my back to the tip of my tail. All I could hear during this long moment of silence was this constant dripping noise upon the uneven surface of the water.

He stood there. Still watching me from head to toe. Then he smiled.

"Hey."

I was still too surprised to reply. With my fingers still submerged in the cool pond, my mouth was open and my blue eyes were wide.

"Sorry if I have interrupted your fun. I'd thought I should greet you." His voice was smooth and firm. Unlike mine, still rather high in pitch.

Eyeing the red dragon with suspicious, I softly asked: "Who are you and why are you talking to me all of a sudden?"

Taken aback by my harsh questions, he took several moments to recover. Moving a small step forward (which made me took a large step backward, almost losing my balance and falling back into the water again), he said: "Uh... well.... I just thought it's polite to say hello to you. I have traveled from the west for weeks now because the elders in my village told me to give something to your leaders. And mind you, it was a long and tough journey, one that I didn't, and still don't, like a lot. After I rested for a few days and met up with several other dragons here, I walked around last night without thinking anything. And then..." He cleared his throat and licked his mouth a bit, obviously lost for words.

I almost couldn't get my words out as I finished the sentence for him: "And... and then y-you saw me... doing t-the... you know.... That thing... right? T-the... uh... the um... touching myself and... yeah."

Had his scale color not bright red enough to the extreme already, I could have sworn he blushed intensely as he nodded. Embarrassed, I groaned in shame and slumped onto the muddy bank with my arms around my head. I was too ashamed to look at him now. How could I have been so careless? I should have found an even more secluded spot to touch myself instead of lying there in the middle of the clearing! How stupid of me!

So there I was, sulking with my face still in the wet, slippery grass. My chest was heaving in and out from this unpleasant feeling of humiliation. I was so mortified that I didn't even realize the stranger had gotten to my side and knelt down beside me. When his heated hand touched my shoulder softly, I yelped and jumped out of the water. It was the highest leap I had ever done in my life without the help of my wings. Landing onto my butt with a painful grunt, I struggled to get up.

"Whoa! Relax, man. You are way too jumpy." The red dragon smiled as he looked at me from afar.

Getting my breath back, I said with shock: "What do you think you are doing?"

Flicking his tail with slight shyness, he said: "Well... I just want to comfort you. I mean... you seems so sad and everything." Then he looked left and right to make sure that no one was around, he crawled to my side but stopped shortly when he saw how I was ready to leap up and run for my life. Kindly, he said: "Don't worry. It's not like... you know... touching yourself in order to relieve the heat inside your body is anything wrong. In fact, I did that to myself a few times during my travel to your village. It's masturbation that's all. You have no idea how mating seasons can be such a drag."

I frowned. "Whuah-"

Cutting me off with a claw on my mouth, he continued: "My name is Zerac. I just want to let you know that... well... it was wrong of me to peek at you while you were doing your business alone last night. I figured that since tomorrow is the day that I have to leave for home, I'd better drop by and say sorry." Laughing, he poked me in the chest. I flinched instinctively. "Geeze, you are the shyest and jumpiest dragon I've ever seen. Most of the ones I've met here are so bold and fearless. Some even have nasty manners too. But you..." Looking deep into my eyes, his voice trailed off.

I just stared at him the whole time as he chatted. With me supporting myself upright on the ground with two arms, he was kneeling right in front of me. I seriously had no idea when he had gotten so close to me. I could feel his body warmth enveloping my own. I could feel his breath around my neck. I could feel his heart pounding faster and faster because he was that close to me. I was at a lost as to what was going on now. But when I saw the sincerity in his eyes, I knew that he wasn't just someone who would walk over my corpse if I were to die one day without anyone giving a damn about it.

"Well... uh..." I tried to say something, anything, but I couldn't find the right words to form an articulated sentence.

"Hey..." he whispered as he got to my long, pointy left ear. I became rigid. "I know this sounds really awkward and just out of line... but... well... do you want to experiment something?"

I turned and gazed at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well... I just feel that you have this personality that I really like. It's so similar to this other friend of mine. She was... she was someone special to me."

"What the... you are comparing ME with a female dragoness?" I exclaimed with disbelief.

"Well, no, but... I just don't know how to..." He started to explain but when he saw how annoyed I had become and how he wasn't able to get his ideas out, he suddenly shouted: "Ah, damn it!"

With that, his mouth connected with mine. I couldn't move nor breathe. Before I could push him away, he jumped onto me and pinned me to the ground with his powerful, muscular arms. Thick veins could be seen visibly on his reddish scales that glimmered brightly under the sunshine. His tail twined with mine. I really wanted to escape from this insane encounter, but the heat, the lust, the drive was starting to form within my body again. I could smell the sweat coming from Zerac. I could feel his blood pulsing against my flesh. I could feel his saliva running down my own tongue and into the back of my throat, which I subconsciously swallowed without any hesitations. Something just went off inside of me. I had no idea why. But all I knew was one thing: I. Didn't. Care.

Finally, he parted. Rearing back and blocking out the sun, the shadow upon his body had obscured his surprised facial expression. He started shaking his head in bewilderment.

"No... this is wrong. I... I d-don't... what am I doing!?" Crying out with absolute horror, he was about to get up and run away while constantly repeating: "I'm sorry. I really am. I'm so sorry! I don't know what's going on! I'm sorry! Oh my god!"

But I suddenly grabbed his lower back with both arms. Although he was a lot more powerful than me and could have broken my hold in an instant, he didn't. Instead, he quieted down and just looked at me.

"It's okay, Zerac..." I could hear myself saying that to him. "The hormones within us are torturing us. You've been gone without mating for weeks and right now. It's mating season after all. I understand what's happening." Blushing, I looked away from him and to the side while finishing off my sentence with: "I... I wouldn't mind... you know... doing it.... W-with-"

I didn't get a chance to finish talking before my head was pulled upward and into his face. He gave me a long and passionate kiss. I groaned and grasped his ass with my hands, taking care not to scratch open any wounds with my claws. His arms caressed my back. His chest was against mine. It felt smooth and tender. His tail circled around mine once again and I could feel my penis sliding out of my sheath and stiffening in no time. It was a weird scene. Not the idea that two male dragons were having sex with each other (I didn't see anything wrong with that...), but the idea that a red color was mixing with green and blue. If anyone were to walk past us, they would think there was a monster squirming on the side of the pond with evergreen trees towering above it.

I sucked in a deep breath when Zerac's mouth left mine. A thin trail of saliva was connected between our lower lips. It stretched and twinkled for a while as Zerac leaned back to let me catch my breath, until it finally broke. I reopened my eyes and saw him gazing at my long pointy cock. The thin tip was already covered with the clear liquid that I had seen for the past several months already.

I laughed and said: "I still don't know what to call that. I mean it's sticky and fun to swallow... but...." I was still somewhat embarrassed to this sensational experience.

Zerac was surprised that I wasn't well versed in dragon sexual organs. "It's pre-cum. It's supposed to lubricate the penis so that when you slide into a vagina of a female dragoness, it'll be easier. The whitish stuff you see after giving a few thrust is the sperm. We call that ejaculation, or cumming, as some humans might say. Either way, I'd use both terms."

I nodded. With heavy breaths, I asked: "S-so what now?"

Snickering with an evil expression, he got off me and knelt in between my legs. Without a warning, I felt his thick, wet tongue licking at my cock. I was in ecstasy. Groaning, beads of sweat rolled down the side of my thin, ice blue chest. It was close to afternoon now. My hunger was long gone, replaced by undying lust for sex. My tail was pressed underneath my butt, but the tip was thumping at the soft dirt as Zerac slowly lapping at my ball sac and my penis. Soon, both were covered in a shiny coating of saliva and pre-cum. I thought it felt absolutely thrilling already, until he took the entire length of my cock into his throat and began moving up and down in a constant and non-stoppable pace. He didn't close his mouth completely because he knew just how sharp and piercing dragon fangs were.

"I... I can't..." I panted as I watched my shaft appearing and disappearing from his mouth. I caught a glimpse of his member and realized just how large and long it was. It was twice the size of mine and I thought mine was big enough already! It was also already dripping and wet.

My cock felt like it had entered some sort of... furnace or something. It was pulsing and it felt hot. Not as searing as the red dragon's mouth though (which felt absolutely wonderful by the way), as I felt his inner mouth sliding and brushing against the tip of my penis over and over again. It felt as if my own member had slid into a warmed up pool of mud. Sticky and wet, and very fulfilling. Zerac moaned as he wrapped his long tongue around the base of my cock and that was when I "ejaculated". Thick, steamy "cum" poured out from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the grass below. He swallowed a few times but more were erupting from my balls. Soon, he released my penis because he was chocking and the rest of my ejaculation, or sperm, was spraying against his chest and legs. The remaining cum leisurely glided down the sides of his long, slender neck and covered the crimson scales. Getting his breath back, he lowered his head a bit and gave his chest a few good lapping from his long reddish, wet-looking tongue.

Smiling to me, he asked: "How was that?"

I nearly fainted. Trying to make sense of everything, I stuttered: "It... geeze... it... it was great... oh my god...."

Leaning toward me slightly, he gave a quick lick to my skinny neck. "The best has yet to come, my friend."

I was about to ask what did he mean by that when he grasped both of my legs with his massive hands and pushed them upward. My muscles tensed. My eyes widened as I saw his penis. Jumping up and down due to the rush of blood and the heat that was already swelling inside Zerac, that lengthy monster was aiming at my butt hole. Zerac winked at me as he rested my right leg against his left shoulder and spat some saliva into his left hand (a large quantity of it too). With that, he rubbed it against his cock. The funny thing was that saliva acted as a nice natural lubricant too. I never knew that (well, at least it looked like a natural lubricant).

"Just relax. You'll love this," he said in a very seductive tone, almost whispering.

"W-wait... wait-" I was about to stop him when I felt the head already pressing against my asshole. I moaned as the feeling was twice more intense when Zerac panted and suddenly sprayed an intense stream of pre-cum into my butt. My tail was covered with slippery pre-cum already.

I closed my eyes and just let everything happened naturally. I couldn't handle it anymore. This was nothing, NOTHING, close to what I had been experiencing when I masturbated myself, alone. At first, there was a huge pain appearing near my butt hole. But when Zerac was easing his cock deeper into my colon and pulling out gently, a wave of pleasure overcame my senses. I reached up and touched his muscular chest. Feeling his burning scales and groping almost everywhere on his body, I relaxed even further. To my surprise, by relaxing more, his shaft could penetrate my asshole deeper and easier. I could feel my rectum stretching more and more, while Zerac inched forward bit by bit. Moaning, my penis was hard again. Still covered with cum from previous ejaculation, my member felt like it had overworked itself.

"Almost there..." Zerac strained, as he couldn't take another breath. His penis was in my ass all the way now.

Using one claw, I coated it with some leftover cum from the previous ejaculation. Then I rubbed the round side of my claw gently against Zerac's asshole. His face showed massive amount of pleasure surging through his body as I continued to massage his rectum. I let out a loud groan as I could feel more pre-cum shooting off into the mysterious realm of my colon. His member was powerful and secure. It slid in and out a lot easier now after a few tries. I could hear the slurping sounds coming from the entry point. I could feel the head of his dick constantly rubbing against that really awesome spot inside my ass that sent me over the edge. Zerac looked down and gripped my cock as he pumped it up and down. I was twisting my head left and right, just trying to control all these exciting feelings that were exploding everywhere around us. The soil beneath our bodies had become mud, as our sweat was like a stream, washing our bodies and the ground relentlessly. The pumping action of Zerac's shaft became faster and more violent, as the red dragon opened up his wings while drowning in pure delight. His tail was whipping left and right, as his right hand held onto my left ankle tightly and his left hand still rubbing my cock. Giving my legs more licking, he doubled the thrusting rate.

"Z... Zerac... I... I'm going to-"

With one of my arms behind my head, I cummed once more, only lesser in amount this time but a lot more intense. My rectum retracted and gripped Zerac's dick in pulses, because I cried out with my eyes closed and felt myself trembling violently. The cum arced in the air and landed onto of my face and chest. Zerac saw that and he used two fingers to wipe up some of my sperm and bought it to his tongue, which was dripping with saliva. Clearly, he was beyond restraint because he was roaring and grimacing. My ass felt like it was going to be ripped apart. After all, this was my first time having my anal being invaded by something as large as a tree branch.

With one final shout, he unleashed his load. My ass was filled up immediately and the steamy cum started spurting out from the rim of my butt hole. Zerac collapsed on top of me. Our bodily fluid mixing with each other's scent. Our muscles touching together. He wrapped his large, sweaty arms around my neck as if he was caressing his dragoness, the one that he had compared me with. More of his cum continued to pour forth. I could only retract my sphincter muscles a few more times to lessen the pressure inside my ass. It was getting uncomfortable because there was only so much I could accept. A large pool of sperm could be seen around us. I sighed and gazed into the peachy sky. It was close to evening now. How long had this session, this amazing experience, lasted? A few hours? It felt like minutes though.

"Thank you..." Zerac muttered as he started to fall into a deep sleep beside my head. His eyes were closed. His chest heaving. I could feel his body heat around us. Blistering, yes, but in this situation, it felt warm. I licked his shoulder and bought my hands up against his back that was tense and rigid with dominant muscles. I caressed the flesh, loving every curvature of it. With each rub, a thin trail of my cum was spread across his sticky scales.

"No problem, Zerac. Thank you for sharing this experience with me." I whispered lovingly into his large ears.

Before he went to sleep completely he asked: "What is your name, by the way...?"

I thought for a while and gazed at the sky. A few clouds lingered around. Their cotton edges were tainted with dyes of light yellow and red, with their central bodies painted in pure white. Zerac's cock was now limp inside my butt hole. A massive gush of cum spilled out and I savored the feeling. Each time I contracted my ass, I could feel that long, soft penis inside.

Finally, I replied in a voice that was almost too faint to be heard even by myself: "Just call me... Ararez."

To be continued....