Riding Dragons 3: Abraxas x Melechesh 1

Rolf the barbarian finds himself captured by his dragon's rival, and needs to come up with a way to distract him...

-musk, scent, filth, cock cheese, watersports

Rolf sat on a ledge and sulked.

He had been on a hunting trip with Abraxas, riding on the dragon’s back like a king as they split the howling winds together, and now he was reduced to a mere bait to lure his friend into jeopardy - and what annoyed him the worst was that he was unable to do anything about it but to watch and hope. Rolf had fallen into the trap embarrassingly easily. They had stopped by a riverside to rest and bath in the stream, but little they knew that their frolicking was watched by the unfriendly eyes of the dragon’s rival, Melechesh the Black. It had discreetly picked up Rolf’s thong and tossed it in the river, and when the barbarian had swum after it the crafty fiend had pulled him under the water and whisked him away.

Rolf studied his surroundings glumly. He had woken up on a narrow ledge in a cave, far too high to jump down and the slope of the wall far too steep to climb. The air was humid and dank, smelling of swamp water and green algae clinging to the rock walls. Above him the roof of the cave was open, letting in some sunlight and a constant drizzle of water, pitterpattering in chaotic patterns on the mossy floor below. A lush thicket of vines and grass drooped from the opening’s edge, but Rolf doubted they would carry his weight. He knew that swinging on them to his freedom like a lord of the jungle was a foolish fantasy, and at best he would only break his leg when sent tumbling down. Rolf cursed and struck the wall, but the reality of his situation refused to change - he had to wait and hope for an opportune moment to act.
That moment might have arrived sooner than he had hoped.

The other end of the cave was completely submerged in water, and that pool’s black surface started to suddenly ripple. Without warning and with great splash of water the enemy appeared, snorting and spraying droplets everywhere like a beaching whale. The cave’s owner had returned, paying no attention to his captive as he lumbered on the shore. Rolf studied the black dragon. He was larger than Abraxas and bulkier in shape - if Abraxas was a whippet then Melechesh would’ve been a mastiff - his limbs thicker, chest barrel-like, belly round and slightly sagging, snout blunt and jaws heavyset. His ponderous movements were deceptive, though, for when he shook himself Rolf could see that his bulging muscles possessed similar coiled power as Abraxas, ready for a burst of speed and terrible strength.

Suddenly Melechesh lifted his thick tail and squatted on his hind legs, letting loose a torrent of fetid swamp water from his anus. Gallons gushed from his loose hole, spattering on the rocks with a raucous glee as he emptied his bowels in what felt like a minute long spray of clear but muck-smelling fluid. The dragon held his eyes closed and sighed contentedly, head held high, as the weight was relieved from his guts. After a while the stream dwindled to squirts, then trickles of water that run in rivulets from his scale-rimmed slit and along his inner thighs. Melechesh stood upright and looked at Rolf, addressing him for the first time…

"So, you are the human that has kept Abraxas occupied for all this time." His golden, slitted eyes ran over Rolf's form as he slowly lumbered closer. Rolf edged backward, pressing his back against the cavern wall as Melechesh shoved his snout forward to sniff at the human. After a few moments, he snorted a hot, humid puff of air against the barbarian's hair-coated chest.

Rold gulped, setting his face in a scowl as he glared at the black dragon. Part of him was tempted to kick out at the beast's snout, but he knew that any kind of struggle would only serve to anger his captor. That, and he'd probably only manage to injure himself on the ridge of sharp spikes running across the bridge of the dragon's nose. He let out a grunt, folding his arms and legs in close to his body to keep himself as far away from Melechesh's probing as possible.

"Not a talker, I see." The dragon let out a snort, and turned away to flop down on his side under the ledge. "That suits me just fine, human.”
"There's nothing to talk about. Abraxas will be here soon, and then you're going to pay."
Melechesh threw his head back and roared with laughter, slapping his thick tail against the rocky floor of the cave. "Oh, yes, that's exactly what I'm counting on." The dark dragon's eyes flashed as he gave the human a wide, sharp-toothed grin. Rolf couldn't help a small shudder at the sight of the dragon's fangs, wickedly curved and as long as swords. "The only question is, what shall I do with you in the meantime..."

The dragon snorted. “I don't get what he sees in you anyway. You're weak and puny." He rolled on his back to show his belly, legs splayed like a rude animal. His underside was pale white and covered in smooth scales, their undulation accentuating the considerable musculature of his chest and soft curve of his round belly. His anus at the base of his tail was a rather loose donut hole, but the genital slit above it was tightly shut line. "Feast your eyes on this majesty!" The dragon barked, "am I not better than you in every way!" He raked his claws sensuously across his belly and chest, but the fierce hooks did not even make a scratch. Nevertheless the dragon clearly felt them, as he shivered and purred in pleasure. "Indestructible, invincible, the mighty dragon Melechesh..." the beast rumbled like distant thunder, lost in his thoughts yet even then sneering at the human.

Rolf noticed that the lips of his slit had parted ever so slightly, and even as far as he was he could smell a sharp, musty smell wafting to his nostrils, of piss and earthy dragonic musk. He had been with Abraxas for five months now, and had not seen a sign of the rival in that time even once. Had the dragon been untouched for that entire time? Rolf recalled that their claws made it hard for them to pleasure themselves, and the ripe aroma that had been stewing inside the Black did indeed strengthen that theory…

"Never heard of you," Rolf said with a snort.
"What?!" The dragon rolled onto his belly, staring at Rolf with a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Surely Abraxas has told you of the many times we've faced each other in battle? The grand schemes of Melechesh that were only thwarted by pure chance and luck on that drake's part?"
"No."

Melechesh rose up, stalking toward the human." Well then, perhaps I should demonstrate my majesty so that you know exactly who you are dealing with, human..." His tail twitched behind him like that of a hunting cat, and the rumble in his chest grew to echo throughout the cave. Rolf couldn't help a twinge of fear as the massive beast approached, but steeled himself. Was he not a warrior? Even without sword or armor, he could find some way to best the dragon. One thing that he had learned during his time with Abraxas--and the old him would have lopped his head off at the foolish suggestion--was that strength wasn't everything. His smaller size and dexterity often put him on even ground with even the lithe Abraxas, and so surely he could do the same with the lumbering Melechesh.

He stood, tall and proud even in his precarious position, and faced down the approaching dragon. He could the lingering stench of the dragon's unwashed body grow stronger as Melechesh grew closer, sharp and pungent and heady. It reminded Rolf of the many times he and Abraxas had lain together, sharing the pleasures of each others' forms, and he had to shake off a sudden, distracting flash of memory aroused by Melechesh's musk.

The dragon had to rise to his hind legs and steady his forepaws against the wall to have his head level with Rolf, stretching his body to its full extension. The naked barbarian looked down at the dragon's broad chest, his gaze following how it curved pleasingly towards the beast's pale belly and crotch hidden from sight, and he could not help briefly imagining what kind of goodies laid in wait there…

Rolf was snapped back to attention by Melechesh snorting staring him down, his massive snout an inch away from the man's face. The smell of swamp muck and dry reptilian musk was overpowering at first, but Rolf had started to get used to it. The dragon's aura lingered around him, filling his lungs and caressing his skin, its heavy aroma seeping into his body moment by moment. Rolf shifted his position and crossed his legs, suddenly more flustered than afraid.
“Let it be known”, the dragon spoke menacingly, even his low voice loud as rolling thunder, “that I have tested my mettle with Abraxas many times over the years, and many times I have bested him, spilling my superior seed into his body like a true victor should!” He paused and looked aside furrowing his brows, thinking hard before continuing with a considerably more absent-minded tone. “Wait, scratch that. I should've said 'every time’. Yeah, I've totally mounted him many times. I mean every time!”

The dragon coughed, looking annoyed. “Anyhow! My point is that after he got involved with you he has completely ignored my traps and invitations, and I don't like that all! I'm a virile beast and by now my balls are so jam packed with coagulated seed that they feel dense like a pair of giant marbles. And it's your fault!” He narrowed his eyes and snarled, but the effect was lost on Rolf. He realized that despite his size and apparent power the huge beast was not about to lash out at him - no, he was sulking like a surly teenager!

"You're pissy because you haven't gotten your rocks off?"
Melechesh glowered--no, pouted--at Rolf, his snarling face moving closer to the human. "I am not pissy," he sneered. "I am filled with righteous fury at my rival growing too distracted with his new little plaything to tend to my needs!"
Rolf could see the opening plain as day. Time to try something clever. Risky, but no proud warrior cared about risk when the path to victory lay before him. "Abraxas was pretty much the same way when I found him." Rolf edged forward, keeping an eye on the dragon's gleaming fangs. "Pent up and horny, I mean."
"Yes. That bastard had gone and disappeared on me for quite some time."

Rolf drew himself up, crossing his arms over his chest and standing proud before the beast even despite--no, because of his naked and aroused state. "And that's where I came in. I was able to do what you hadn't been able to in... a bunch of moons, I think he said."
Melechesh snorted, sending a gust of hot, humid air over Rolf's body, making the barbarian stagger for a moment. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that a puny human could ever dream of sating a dragon's lust?"
“I should know”, Rolf crossed his arms and met the dragon's gaze steadily, “because I've given Abraxas such pleasure that he forgot about you completely for months.”
It was a lie, of course, for most of their time together Rolf had spent simply recovering under Abraxas's tender care - but the black dragon did not need to know about that.

“Huh.” Melechesh looked taken aback, and looked up and down at Rolf's naked body. “I guess that's true… but I thought that fooling around with your minions was kinda lame? Wouldn't the other dragons laugh at me if they knew?”
“No, no, no, absolutely not.” Rolf patted the dragon with a knowing smile. “Abraxas wouldn't, for starters. You're younger than him, right?”
“Y-yeah…”
“And that means you're just inexperienced about what really goes on in the world of adult dragons!” He booped Melechesh the Black’s invincible snout to accentuate his point.

The dragon furrowed his brows and snarled. “If this is some kind of trick…”
“No trick, just unimaginable pleasure my nimble human hands can inflict on your willing body.”
The growl died in the dragon's throat, and suddenly he looked more flustered than angry.
“Oh yes, with the fabled stamina and virility of dragonkind I can make you last for hours, giving you massive orgasms and drain you of every drop and then some more…” He lowered his voice to a husky whisper and flexed his toned body suggestively as he spoke. Again he was being economical with the truth, but a good warrior used whatever weapons were available to him whether they were swords or words.
“Hrm. Quite. That does sound...quite indeed.” Melechesh cleared his throat and licked his lips nervously.
From the dragon's distracted look and a new kind of aroma lingering in the air - thick and heady like a stick of incense - Rolf could guess without seeing that something was poking out between the beast's hind legs… He stood up and climbed on top of Melechesh's snout without asking, straddling it like a horse. “Good. Now take me down and we can take a look at your... situation.”

Melechesh stared up at Rolf, all the bluster taken out of him at the human's bold proposal. Rolf could hear the dragon sniffing, the scent of the human's body working its way into the great dragon's nostrils as the human balanced himself on top of Melechesh's snout. Slowly, the dragon lowered himself back down and rolled over onto his back once more. "B-Behold, human, the might of the mighty Melechesh...!" The dragon stumbled over his boast, ruining the effect somewhat, and Rolf could feel the scales of Melechesh's snout grow warm under his thighs.

The barbarian chuckled. "Alright, let's see what you've got to work with." He turned around, dropping off of Melechesh's snout and onto the dragon's pale chest, and finally turned his gaze back between the beast's hind legs. He had to choke back a gasp at the sight--a massive spire of flesh, rising out of the reddened  lips of the dragon's slit and pushing out thick chunks of rancid, yellow-white smegma from within. The entire length was a mass of fleshy, backward-swooping spines, crowned with a thick, blunt spear tip and absolutely coated in more of Melechesh's sharp, pungent cock cheese. The scent wafting from the beast's exposed genitals was thick and cloying, a mixture of slit filth, old sweat and piss and cum, and the dragon's heady musk. "Well. You are quite, uh,... impressive."

The dragon preened at the human's apparent praise, regaining his bravado. "Indeed! Much more impressive than that washed-up Abraxas, wouldn't you say?" Melechesh seemed completely unashamed at presenting his filthy length to the human; in fact, he seemed to relish both the paling of Rolf's face and the thick stench arising from his own crotch. "As you can see, it has been quite a while since I've had my minions tend to me. You will start by showing me how you tend to Abraxas's uncleanliness, will you not?" The words were more command than request, as evidenced by the sharp prod of Melechesh's snout against Rolf's backside. The human was sent sprawling face-first on the beast's underbelly, the smell becoming even stronger with proximity to its pulsing source.

"Uh, yes... yes, sure." The human gulped, his eyes running along the intimidating length of Melechesh's cock. Even as the sight and scent of the dirty length and smegma-filled slit made Rolf choke and his stomach roil, the human had to admit that he had grown used to similar things under Abraxas's care. Keeping the dragon's slit and anus free and clean of filth and smut had become a routine for the both of them, and so he did not turn away from Melechesh's unwashed package. And the erection throbbing and leaking between Rolf's legs was only adrenaline. Yeah, just adrenaline…

Rolf scooted along the dragon's smooth belly until he was close to the monstrous cock, it's tip bobbing at the level of his pecs wafting its rank, heady musk. He gulped, but could not deny the heat the sight and stench of this newcomer’s malehood ignited in him, his own good sized member already rock hard and throbbing. The smell was both repulsive and mouth-watering at the same time, hard and sharp like ripe cave cheese compared to Abraxas's soft and creamy aroma. The dragon held his head up and watched Rolf intently. “Well?”

Rolf clasped carefully the cock with both hands, his fingers sinking into the grime and filth, and Melechesh inhaled sharply. Rolf's hands made wet smacking noises as they stroked its girth slowly up and down, and Melechesh relaxed, shivering with the pleasing sensation. The way the off-white grease squelched between his fingers reminded Rolf of plunging his hands in dough, the yeasty mess crumbling and sticking to his skin. The smell was overpowering, and Rolf could not resist stroking his own cock once in a while, to smear the dragon's smegma on it and feel it festering under the folds of his foreskin, in his most intimate of places…

Even though Melechesh's member looked so different from Abraxas's, it still responded exactly the same. The bumps and ridges along its length were soft and very sensitive, and when Rolf dug his fingers into the dragon's smegma filled slit and squeezed its base the beast moaned and squirmed. Rolf's other hand toyed with the blunt tip, smooshing it like a stress ball, then sought entry to the piss hole with his forefinger. He found it filled too, the dragon's entire urethra clogged with rancid cock cheese. “You're such a dirty boy…” he leered, and plunged his dully shining finger down the opening. Melechesh grunted then whined, begging for more. “You're so cute and tight…”, Rolf continued amused, “but by now Abraxas can handle much bigger things.” He glanced downwards to his thick erection, and Melechesh's eyes widened. Rolf laughed and slid his finger deeper into the dragon's tight cock.

Melechesh craned his head back in pleasure and moaned, but when he opened his eyes he was staring directly into Abraxas who had snuck upon them. “You have some explaining to do” the blue dragon snarled, and clamped his jaws around the black's throat.

Melechesh jerked, his body squirming and nearly knocking Rolf from his perch. "Abraxas!" The black dragon half-snarled, half whined as the blue's sharp teeth dug into the softer scales of his neck. Interestingly, rather than grow limp, the dragon's filthy cock actually throbbed and shot a thick spurt of hot, steamy pre onto Rolf's chest. "I was-- we were-- where did you come from?!"
Abraxas planted a strong forelimb on Melechesh's chest, pinning him down, and bit down on the other dragon's neck--not hard enough to break the skin, but forceful enough to keep him still. "I am asking the questions, whelp. What exactly do you think you are doing with my human?"
Though he continued trembling slightly, Melechesh put on a sneering grin as he glared up at the blue dragon. "'Your' human seems to have decided that my company is far preferable. One look and the mighty Melechesh's drakehood, and he pledged his servitude to me!" He glanced down to the human still stroking his cock. "Isn't that right, uh... what were you called again?"

Abraxas snorted, and moved his head in close to Melechesh's crotch in order to look Rolf in the eyes. "Rolf?"
"Figured I'd distract him to give you an opening." Rolf shrugged, continuing to trace his fingers over and into the ridges of the black dragon's stinking, filth-coated erection.
Abraxas smiled. "I see. I thank you, my mate..." He leaned in, moving his tongue out from his maw and down between Rolf's lips. The human groaned into the kiss as he suckled on the thick muscle pushing itself into his mouth and tickling the opening of his throat with its tip. Melechesh scowled as he watched the human and the other dragon perform what could only be a human-style kiss, his eyes narrowing even as his cheeks grew warm once more. "Mate? What exactly is this "mate" nonsense, Abraxas?" His voice was low and hissing, and the dragon almost sounded  jealous.

Abraxas looked over his shoulder at Melechesh and lifted his eyebrows. “Oh, sounds like you want a kiss too? Very well…” He sat down, lowering his rump on the black dragon's face. Melechesh flipped and flopped his head trying to avoid the slowly descending ass, but in vain - the blue dragon's sweaty, unwashed anus settled on his snout slowly yet inexorably trapping it in its musty embrace. Melechesh huffed and snorted but eventually parted his lips and touched the other dragon's anal slit with the tip of his tongue. Abraxas moaned and grinded himself on Melechesh, scales rubbing on scales, and coaxed more of the thick appendage into his waiting hole. Melechesh shuddered, being forced to taste to the raunchy musk of older male, his cock twitching and spurting precum profusely. The flow from his cockhead mixing with his waxy buildup started to turn it into gooey, slippery mess, slick and stenchy like rancid butter.
Rolf scooted over and started to play with Abraxas's genital slit, fingering its tight lips and smearing it with Melechesh's greasy smegma. “Should we teach this uppity young dragon a lesson, what do you think?”, he said with a grin.

“Mhm”, Abraxas grunted as the tongue inside him lashed particularly deep, “I'm no so sure about that, he has me trapped in a vulnerable position…”
“Oh, then we have to appease him and plead for his mercy?” Rolf chuckled and tried to slide his hand deeper into Abraxas, but the dragon's slit was tightly shut. He was tensing his muscles to trap his cock tightly inside himself, clearly gaining pleasure from his predicament.
Melechesh tried to make muffled noises, but was promptly ignored by both.
“Oh yesss”, Abraxas rumbled, “let me handle the negotiations my love, it is me who he wants!”

“You are so brave my mate! I pray that your valiance will not bring harm to you!” This time Rolf laughed out loud, and then made way by sliding off Melechesh's belly. Abraxas lifted himself up with a wet, smacking sound, and padded around the black dragon. Melechesh laid on the ground panting and with a bewildered look, and did not resist when Abraxas planted his powerful forelegs on his knees, pinning him on the ground spread-eagled. The blue dragon opened his maw and hovered over Melechesh's cock, letting out his long, sinuous tongue, and then ever so carefully took the filth-caked, throbbing member into his mouth. His tongue coiled around the shaft as he went down, pushing off big chunks of cock grease that landed on Melechesh's groin with a faint splash, and when the tip of his nose touched the other dragon's slit overflowing with grime he pulled back his head with a wet, slurping noise only to return with an increased hunger…

As Abraxas worked, Rolf sat against the rocky wall of the cave and reached down to stroke himself, watching his mate take Melechesh's grime-coated cock deep into his maw. He let out a low moan, running a finger still stained with the black dragon's smegma down into his foreskin, smearing it across his pre-soaked head. "Mmmf... does he taste good, Abraxas?" He could feel his mouth water as he watched the fat, sluglike clumps of rancid cock cheese spread from the black dragon's overfilled slit and clung to the scales of Abraxas's snout. In answer, the dragon pushed his long, thick tongue deep into the musky trench, and let out a long, satisfied moan.

Melechesh let out a high whine, his toes curling as he squirmed.  Then he coughed, clearing his throat, and sneered to both Abraxes and Rolf. "Y-yes, of course I do, human! There is no way that Abraxas can resist the taste of my malehood, is there? It makes his mouth water, his tail lift, his... his malehood rise..." The black dragon trailed off, huffing and panting as he got himself worked up talking about his rival.

Abraxas chuckled as he pulled off of Melechesh's cock, letting the saliva-slickened length throb against the side of his snout as he met the other dragon's eyes. "Indeed, it does. Truly, I am powerless in your grasp, oh Melechesh the Mighty." His tongue flicked under the ridge of Melechesh's cock head.

The black dragon gasped, pushing his hips up against the forceful weight of Abraxas' forepaws. "Mmmff... yes... you love it when I have you in my grasp, don't you...?" He sighed, eyes slipping shut as Abraxas continued lapping over his length. When he felt the dragon's sharp claws dig into the insides of his thighs, he huffed and groaned.
"Indeed. Do you not see what you do to me?" With a coy grin, Abraxas lifted his hips and one hind leg, turning himself to expose the puffy, reddened lips of his slit. Thick, slick precum poured from the tightly clenched opening, running down the dragon's thighs in rivulets as his musk wafted out in thick waves. He could almost be mistaken for a dragoness in heat, the flow was so steady.

Rolf returned to massage Abraxas between the dragon's legs, his hands sliding on the slick scales like on oiled marble. He kissed the swollen slit and huffed deeply, the musky aroma a warm glow in his chest. The dragon's sex fluid constantly dribbling from his nethers had a pungent, almost spicy aroma, of rank animal stench mingling with a hint of myrrh and ambergris, heady and potent and as intoxicating today as the day they had first made love together.

Abraxas nodded and let out a long sigh as he relaxed. His entire length sprung forth like an adder poised to strike, accompanied with a massive gush of clear, gooey precum that splashed on Rolf and clung to his hairy chest like runny honey. The dragon's virile member was pale pink in color and about the size of Rolf's arm, not much shorter than Melechesh's but thinner and tapering towards the tip like one belonging to some exotic sea mammal. It glistened absolutely soaked with cum juices, and more drooled out of Abraxas's cockhead, the gooey lube running under its side and on the dragon's inner thighs.

Rolf took hold of both cocks and made them kiss, ever so slightly touching their piss holes together. The large beasts panted and watched intently but stayed silent, letting the small human toy with their most intimate parts. Abraxas's cock spurted more precum on Melechesh's, coating both of them in the slick glazing and making the black dragon moan in pleasure. Rolf smooshed the rigid malehoods and slid them along their lengths, slowly but purposefully guiding them towards their opponent's slit as they slipped and grinded against each other in his grasp.

The blue and the black dragon penetrated each others's slits simultaneously. Abraxas rumbled and shivered as his cock slid into the caress of Melechesh's gunk filled filth hole, and Melechesh groaned as his massive tool stretched out Abraxas's tight slit pussy.
"Ahh, you're almost too large for comfort, it doubt it all will fit you know..."
"And I love how your rod pounds my grime deep into my cockholster..."
The two beasts smiled as they looked at each other through half-closed eyes, then swung their hips together with a concentrated effort to bury their malehoods deep into their rival's body.

Rolf was caught in the middle, pressed between the two dragons' bodies as they rocked against each other. The stench of their crotches and the heady heat of their bodies surrounding him, making his own erection throb in time with his racing heartbeat. He could only watch, enthralled by lust as Abraxas and Melechesh licked and nibbled at each others' snouts and throats. The black dragon's tongue brushed over--into--one of his rival's nostrils, and then the other, making the blue snort and rumble.

"Your breath stinks, whelp..." Far from a complaint, Abraxas' voice was low and husky, and faintly affectionate as his tongue darted out against Melechesh's.
"Not as much as my ass does." The black grinned, still shameless and wanton as he pushed upward, his cock pulsing as it probed the depths of Abraxas's slit.
Abraxas grunted, pushing back against the younger dragon, both to bury his own cock deeper into Melechesh' body and to feel that spiny, filth-coated erection in his deepest, most intimate spot. "I know very well how much your ass stinks, whelp. And not just of your filth..." He growled, biting at the crook of Melechesh's and making the other dragon yowl and squirm beneath him. "I could still smell the many loads of seed I've spilled within you when I pleasured your cock…”
Melechesh panted in deep, huffing breaths, his voice becoming boastful and challenging as he thrust upward against the dragon above him. "A pittance compared to the loads I've spilled within you!" His tail wrapped tightly around Abraxas's as he began to nip at the underside of the blue's chin. "I've already told your little thrall all about how many-- how most of our encounters ended. With you begging for me to mate you like the bitch you are..."

Abraxas chuckled, a low and throaty sound. The playful cruelty that Rolf had coaxed out of his mate many times over their weeks spent together began to shine in his eyes and hiss in his voice once more as he leaned in close to Melechesh. "A bitch, am I? Then what does that make you?" He growled, and his hips slammed down against the dragon's, only pulling back when he felt Rolf struggling in between them. "A filthy, tail-lifting whelp that spent his adolescence between his sire's hind legs...?" His tongue traced up Melechesh's throat, and then he gave the tip of the black dragon's snout a sharp nip of his own.

Melechesh purred and nibbled Abraxas’s jaw and cheeks, biting the ridges and spines with the tips of his teeth like an oversized cat. “You know how I like big fat daddy dragon cock in my slutty boy hole…” he huffed and made Abraxas crane his face away with his teasing love bites. Annoyed, the blue dragon did not reply chomped down on his throat, hard, and pinned his head against the floor. Melechesh huffed and writhed in pleasure, but Abraxas was not yet done. He started slamming his hips against the younger dragon, putting his entire weight behind his thrusts and grunting as their slick bodies slapped against each other.

The increased pressure and his cock being taken roughly into his mentor’s body drove the younger dragon to ever heightened throes of pleasure, and soon his snarling and pleading built up into a crescendo of release welling up from the pit of his belly and into his turgid malehood. He tensed his muscles as he climaxed, trying to roar but was muffled by the blue dragon squeezing him tighter. The other beast on top of him made deep, guttural noises as Melechesh pumped his massive load into him, feeling his thick, rancid cum pulsing in his urethra as it was disgorged in wave after wave.

Abraxas felt the black dragon’s spined cock throbbing against his and filling his slit with expired cum, dripping out of him, yellow and foul smelling glue-like paste. He trembled as he came, close to sinking his teeth into his prey yet willing himself to stay his crushing jaws, and released his load of fresh, virile seed into the younger beast. He collapsed on top of Melechesh and the two laid together, huffing and panting as cum bubbled out of their messy holes in spurts and mingled together into thick, rank goo. Both of them were spent, blood welling in tiny scrapes where their lover’s claws and teeth had found a vulnerable spot in their armored hides and adding a coppery aroma to the musky air. Melechesh licked Abraxas’s snout affectionately, and the other one reciprocated with little pecks along his neck. Suddenly, both of their attention was snapped to Rolf who had been watching the spectacle in silent awe, and they nodded to each other grinning mischievously…

The human gulped as he looked up at the two grinning dragon's still a little intimidated by their sheer size and the playful cruelty with which their eyes shone as they gazed at him. Still, he continued stroking his own still-turgid erection, feeling the member pulse and dribble his pre over his gripping fist. "So... I take it that you've worked out your differences?"
"Oh, yes, my mate..." Abraxas' voice was low and purring as he nuzzled Melechesh's cheek with his own. "We've come to an agreement which I'm sure will benefit everyone."
"We have?" The black dragon blinked, and then cleared his throat as Abraxas shot him a look. "I mean... indeed we have, human! For now, at least, I and Abraxas will set aside our differences..." He tried to suppress a whimpering moan as Abraxas shifted, the blue dragon's length brushing against the sensitive inner walls of Malachesh's slit.
"Indeed." Abraxas turned to look back to Rolf, and gave the human a warm smile. "Why do you not come and present yourself to Melechesh, my mate?"

Rolf nodded, and grunted as he pushed himself up to his feet. His cock bobbed before him as he moved closer to the entwined beasts, and brushed against their smooth scale as he climbed up onto Melechesh's snout. Abraxas wasted no time in dipping down to begin giving Rolf's bare form soft, sloppy licks all over. His hot, dry breath quickly solidified the sticky saliva as his tongue brushed Rolf's neck and shoulders.

Melechesh, meanwhile, was more tentative and shy as he moved down to sniff between the human's legs. Far from the proud, arrogant beast that he had presented himself as, the black dragon seemed to have been cowed by Abraxas' presence. Rolf could feel the sharp points of the spikes on his snout brushing against the tender flesh of his thighs, but Melechesh seemed to be taking just as much care as Abraxas usually did in trying not to harm the human. When the black dragons nose pressed into the dank crook of his thigh, pressing down between his leg and sweaty, hairy ballsack, Rolf could swear that he heard Melechesh purr. "Like that, do you?"

Melechesh grunted, and huffed a humid breath over Rolf's crotch that the human could feel being sucked back into the dragon's nostrils in a long, deep sniff. "I find your scent... highly tolerable, human." The dragon kept his gaze downcast, and when Rolf's hand settled on the bridge of his snout, the human could feel the heat pulsing under the dragon's scales. Rolf spread his legs further, and the dragon pushed his nose ever more firmly into the musky flesh between the human's legs.

Abraxas opened his maw and took Rolf’s midriff into it, his dagger sharp teeth touching him gently as if pinning a butterfly. The dragon’s muscular tongue slid across the barbarian’s toned stomach and obliques, tickled his belly button with its warm, sloppy caress, then coiled over his body and hung slack between his jaws like a pink, juicy treat. Melechesh shook Rolf off his snout and lifted his head to meet Abraxas, parting his jaws and booping their nostrils together playfully. The black dragon’s tongue sought after the blue’s, playing hide-and-seek on the barbarian’s skin, tasting its sweat and smearing it with warm, gooey saliva. Both of the beasts slobbered thick strands of spit from the corners of their mouths as they were locked together agape, the human’s soft vulnerable body placed in the ivory prison between their fierce fangs. Rolf breathed faster and shallower as the sensations of warm dragon’s breath and slimy tongues danced on his sensitive spots, touching his nipples and groping his crotch. As both of the eager tongues found their way between his ass cheeks and sought passage into his anus, he made a warbling cry and shot his load, the sticky ropes of human seed hitting the roof of waiting dragonic mouth.

The dragons let Rolf go, pulling away slowly as their kiss lingered and licked their lips, then finally detached their hips as their meaty cocks slipped out of their slits with a gush of semen and precum. They flopped on their backs side by side, hind legs spreadeagled and their proud erections still hard as ever, glistening and reeking of spent sperm and cock filth. Abraxas made a calling gesture with his paw, and Rolf obeyed, kneeling between his dragon’s legs and started to clean him up with his mouth. The human found himself erect even so soon after his climax, as his messy feast worked on all his senses, his lips tasting the saltiness and musk of dragon seed and the heavy rank of cock cheese of a large, virile beast long denied orgasm. He went over the Abraxas’s entire length, licking and slurping on the cock meat, then down to his slit and the source of pearly, clumpy, almost porridge-like semen sludge that Melechesh’s long tortured balls had heaved out. It tasted...unusual, not unpleasant but lacking the warm mustiness of his dragon friend he had gotten used to over these months, and had a sharper, more metallic tone.

Rolf finished breathless and belly full, his insides tingling warmly like after a shot of whiskey. He was about to turn to Melechesh waiting for his turn, when Abraxas stopped him with a touch of his paw. He got on to his feet, his bulk rustling as he flexed his wings, and stepped to stand over the black dragon who now looked very meek and tried to make himself look smaller. He nodded to Rolf. “I think I can take it from here.” The blue dragon sniffed, shook his body, and then lifted his leg. At first nothing happened, yet he held everyone’s attention in anticipation of what they knew would happen, a humiliation clearly telegraphed yet still undelivered. Then, with a sigh within deep from his belly Abraxas let loose a dark yellow stream of piss. The heavy flow made a loud spattering noise, like a waterfall on rocks as it hit Melechesh’s cock and slit, washed over them and pooled on his gaping anus and rolled along his thighs and flanks. The black dragon held his breath and stared as he was being marked by another male, frozen between feelings of humiliation and lust, and the human fared little better, equally aroused and intrigued by witnessing of the primal, draconic gesture.

After what felt like a minute the stream dwindled down, and Abraxas squirted the last few drops of the golden liquid on Melechesh’s broad pectoral muscles. He stepped on the black dragon again, planting his leg on his throat and pulled his face close. “Don’t wash yourself. I want to smell my scent on you the next time we meet, understood?” Melechesh nodded while looking both furious and thrilled, both snarling and smiling a little. Abraxas signed for Rolf to climb on his back and turned away, ready to leave the cave. “And when the next time will be, blue?” Melechesh barked from the floor, still on his back and laying in the puddle of damp urine-soiled sand. Abraxas looked over his shoulder and leered. “When you’re getting desperate.”

With that he tensed his body, spread his wings, and leaped for the skies, accompanied by Rolf’s laughter.