A Night Beneath the Moon

With the familiar paths and sights creeping into his memory, awakening powerful flashes of all of the things that he had done there, Cyrus trekked forwards with a smile, walking on the side of an old road, a large mountain range letting through just the faintest wisp of the setting sun to light his evening march. It had been a few months since he last visited the area, which had become a mainstay in his wanders through the continent. He had originally been called to the town near the mountains to help quell the fury of an agitated feral beast, which turned out to simply be a very needy dragoness desperate for a male to breed with. In order to help ease the tensions between the giant beast and the town, Cyrus provided Pearl-of-Sun with exactly what she was seeking for, fathering and even helping to deliver a clutch of eggs. The dragonkin made a promise to Pearl as well as the city that he'd make periodic visits to keep her calm and comfortable, a promise that the man was very happy to keep. He had met up with the dragoness several more times during the year that had passed since their very first meeting, producing another batch of eggs a few months back and knocking the feral up with a third clutch during their last meeting in the mountains. Cyrus obviously couldn't ever say no to the sort of incredible pleasures that Pearl was providing him with, and that in addition to honouring his word to the town and the dragon was what kept him coming back to see her at first, but he quickly began seeing much more in her than just an amazing lay. The ancient feral's wiseness and warmth made her enchanting, their long talks lit by moonlight enticing the dragonkin just as much as the multiple sessions of sloppy and sweaty sex that preceded the snuggling. He had truly begun thinking of her as his mate, his partner and loved one, rather than just a particularly exciting assignment. Though, even with the new romantic and tender feelings swirling around in Cyrus' head, he still couldn't deny that her form didn't excite him just as much as her wonderful charm and sharp wit did, his lower half beginning to wake and stir as he tried to keep up his brisk pace, made slightly more difficult by the stiffening member rubbing up against the front of his pants. The man saw the lights of the city at the foot of the mountain range up ahead of him, deciding to take a breath on top of a fallen tree before stepping foot inside, wanting a moment to cool down and hopefully not make a fool of himself if anyone still happened to be awake and out in the streets at such an late hour, his erection persistently struggling against the fabric of his clothes as he tried to distract himself by gnawing on a piece of stale bread. 

Managing to get the wildfire raging between his legs under control after a few minutes of relaxing in the cool evening air, Cyrus snuck the rest of the way into the city, heading straight to the local inn to stay the night. The owner of the place was stoking the dying embers of the fireplace, just about to close his place down for the day when the dragonkin walked in, a smile appearing on his face as he recognised the local celebrity on sight, 
"Ah, Cyrus, come to tame the dragon once more?" 
Cyrus nodded with a small grin that he tried to hide, reaching over to his belt and pulling out a pouch of coins, letting a few clink down onto the counter. He had become very well known in the community after somehow being able to calm down the menace that had been harassing the town and its citizens, though none of the people of course knew the true methods that he had used to pacify the dragoness in the mountains. Cyrus counted out enough money to pay for a night's stay, adding one final coin on the pile as he sat down with a small groan, setting his heavy burdens on the floor next to him, 
"I'll take my usual room, but pour me a glass of something for my parched throat before I retreat to bed." 
The owner took the coins and tucked them safely away in his small lockbox before filling up a mug with some ale, setting it in front of the dragonkin. He watched the sellsword downing a gulp of the drink, glancing around the empty hall before leaning up close with a smirk, 
"We're all alone here, no one to eavesdrop on us. So… how do you do it? How'd you get the dragon to leave us alone?" 
Cyrus simply laughed and shook his head, leaving the man to groan, 
"C'mon, I promise I won't tell anyone. I'm just curious, is all. I'll even give you a discount on the room."
Finishing his mug, Cyrus wiped his lips and grabbed his bag from the ground, waving at the owner as he walked upstairs towards his room, 
"I can assure you, friend, my methods aren't the sort that any ordinary man could handle~" 

Bidding goodnight to the inn's owner, Cyrus slipped into his room by candlelight, collapsing into the bed with a soft huff, rolling onto his back and crossing his hands over his belly. He'd had a long day of hiking through wilderness and dusty paths, and the early morning that he'd had weighed heavy on his shoulders, very nearly dragging him to sleep the moment he closed his eyes. To his annoyance however, he couldn't quite drift away to his dreams, a niggling annoyance pestering him just enough to keep him up no matter how much he tried, his tail slapping against the mattress as he tossed and turned for a few minutes. Sighing, he opened his eyes and glanced down between his legs, staring at the erection that had returned as soon as his mind was allowed to wonder once more, stopping him from going to sleep as it throbbed just under his pants. Looking over to make sure that he had locked the door, Cyrus reached over and pulled his bag next to the bed, digging through it for a moment before feeling a wad of soft fabric tucked away right at the very bottom of it. He pulled it out and held it in front of his face, studying the pale green and weathered bandana that had been tied around his neck the last time that he had visited Pearl, the stains still very visible on it. He had used the bandana to wipe up the dragon's honey from his crotch after getting done with the endeavour, and had stashed it away to clean it up later, forgetting all about it until a few days later. Just as it had done back then, the bandana smelled like heaven, the feral's delicate notes clinging to the fabric and awakening the dragonkin's deepest desires, his cock nearly ripping through his pants as he brought it up to his snout and took a long sniff of it, happy that he had decided to leave the cloth unwashed. With one hand keeping the bandana tied around his muzzle and the other slipping into his pants, Cyrus huffed Pearl's musk and jerked himself off, his panting getting the cloth wet as precum poured onto his scales and dripped onto the bed below, the claws on his feet scratching at the bedposts. Pulling his cock fully out and gripping it, the man moaned and blushed, shivering from head to toe as a thick line of cum squirted from his tip and sprayed all over his belly and face, the next shot splattering against the wooden floor. Unloading his balls all over himself, Cyrus kept huffing until he was spent and on the verge of passing out, letting the bandana rest on his muzzle as he smiled with half lidded eyes, chuckling at how he now seemed to be the more desperate partner between him and his mate. 

Waking up in a daze and with his maw stuffed full of the musky bandana like a feral dog with a chew toy, his hand still on his cock, Cyrus yawned and tossed off his blanket, holding up the saliva soaked rag in front of his face as he groaned softly, letting it flop on top of his bag while he stood up and stretched, walking over to the washing basin to splash his face with some water. After a filling breakfast and some supply shopping on the other side of the town, the dragonkin departed from the gates to start his journey towards his mate, eager to see if she was ready to lay the third clutch of eggs that he'd had with her. Only a few minutes into his trek, a local merchant's wagon caught up to him from behind, the dog at the head whistling and waving at him, smiling kindly while motioning towards an open seat, 
"Cyrus! Pleasure to finally meet you! C'mon, hop up over here, I can at least take you a little deeper into the forest, can't have our hero traipsing around on foot like a common peasant."
Accepting the merchant's kindness, the man clambered up while the canine whistled for the pair of steeds tied to the carriage to trot along. Cyrus had to once again dodge questions about how exactly he had managed his feats, careful to not reveal anything lest the true nature of his exploits get out, letting the dog stew in curiosity as he enjoyed the bumpy ride. After half an hour, Cyrus hopped off the carriage and waved thanks to the merchant, disappearing into the thick forest for the rest of his journey, having to rely on very basic footpaths for the march to the foot of the mountain. Though the distance wasn't great, the experienced adventurer's progress was still slow as he pushed his way through the thick brush and untamed wild, keeping his eyes and ears open for any signs of his mate. He knew full well that feral dragons like Pearl had excellent noses, able to pick out specific scents from distances greater than a telescope could even reach, her nostrils having probably already picked him up before he'd made it to town. The dragoness however was rather hesitant to stray far from her nest unless required to, or maybe she just wanted him to work for the reward that his mouth was already watering for, either way the dragonkin rallied himself and kept up the steady pace, hacking his way deeper into the forest as the day turned to night. 

Coming to a stop at a small clearing near the mountain range, the wind rushing down the gigantic walls and filling the air with a gentle whistling, Cyrus decided to make camp and rest for a moment before advancing further, setting his gear down and cobbling together a quick campfire to boil some water and light up the dimming forest. Sitting down in front of the fire, it only took long enough for the man to prepare a cup of tea before he heard something above him, the flap of great wings ringing against the stone mountains, a shape just barely visible in the night sky, flitting around in front of the glowing stars. Catching the dragonkin's beacon, the shape plummeted down like an arrow, only spreading its wings and slowing down moments before making impact, the entire forest seeming to shake as Cyrus fell on his back. Groaning and pushing himself up, he heard the playful laughter of his mate, a large snout appearing right on top of him, taking a deep sniff before a tongue slithered out onto his belly, 
"Apologies for my hasty entrance, dear companion, I do forget my size at times, having lived most of my life with brood~" 
Cyrus laughed and lovingly stroked Pearl's muzzle, letting her sniff and prod at his chest, his own nose detecting a familiar hint of musk in the air, signalling that she seemed just as eager to get together once more as he was, 
"That's alright. Maybe I'll civilise you one day~" 
She laughed dryly, pinning the small man between two of her toes and licking her lips, narrowing her lustful eyes as she stared down at him, his slightly nervous gulp making her smirk, 
"Civilise, me? Dear boy, your kind has yet to reach our might, I will have to teach you some manners if you continue talking like that~" 
Giggling, she lifted her front leg up and let the dragonkin hobble up to his feet, Cyrus quickly dusting off his clothes before nuzzling up against her neck, 
"You've made me climb all the way up there every time in the past, what's made you change your mind this time around? Not that I don't appreciate it mind you~" 
"The hatchlings from our first coupling have grown rather… curious and energetic, I don't think we could get much privacy at my nest at the moment."
"Ah, understandable, always the bane of parenthood. Is our little Opal doing well?" 
"Oh yes, he has shown himself to be of great intelligence and agility already, even if not the biggest of his clutch."
Cyrus felt the dragoness nuzzling his back, licking and purring like a mother tending to her offspring before suddenly clutching onto the nape of his neck, carefully lifting him off the ground with a grin, 
"H… hey! Pearl! Wha… what are you doing, put me down!" 
"I didn't come down here just before of a busy nest however, I had something I wanted to show you as well, a surprise~" 
Dangling helplessly, the man wasn't sure if he was supposed to be excited or anxious of what was to come. 

Pearl tossed his mate onto her back, thumping her tail against the ground a few times as she grinned at the confused dragonkin, 
"Hold on tight~" 
"Oh, you're not going t-" 
Before Cyrus had a chance to finish, the dragon took off with him hugging her neck as tight as he could, going slightly pale as he stared down at the distance that she was quickly gaining with just a few flaps of her mighty wings, suddenly getting just a bit acrophobic. Pearl made sure to go at a steady enough pace to let her smaller and ground bound companion stay on her, giggling as she saw his tail curling around his belly in fright, 
"A flight between two mates is one of the most romantic occasions in my culture, I wanted you to experience it as well, even if you have no wings."
Clinging to the dragoness, Cyrus felt air rushing against him as she dashed up and down, letting him enjoy the sights for a few minutes before setting down and letting him tumble onto the ground, his slightly shaky hands gripping the sweet and stable surface as he huffed, his heart still thumping in his chest as Pearl nuzzled against his side, 
"Now that you've gotten a taste of romance in my culture, I thought that we might try out your side as well~" 
Cyrus looked up to see that the feral had set the pair down on the beach next to a large river, the water lit with the pale moonlight reflecting off of it, the singing of songbirds in the distance echoing across the gentle waves. Impressed with Pearl's eye for a romantic scene, the man ogled at the picturesque beach, letting her sneak right up to him, her hot breath on his neck getting him to turn around, her maw opening up and her tongue slithering down into his mouth for a kiss. 

Taken by surprise at first but quickly leaning into the kiss, Cyrus stroked his mate's sensitive muzzle with both hands, shivering slightly as he heard the feral moaning in lust, his throat bulging out slightly as her tongue explored his mouth. Getting more and more heated, the dragonkin began tearing off his clothes in a hurry, letting them drop on the grass where he stood as he made out with his large lover, his cock nearly bouncing up against his belly as soon as he yanked his pants down. Pearl pulled back from Cyrus' maw and licked her lips at the sight of his girth, tucking her wings away as she let her tongue hang down from her muzzle, teasing his tip with a few slow brushes as he huffed, still holding onto her. With the small taste of his salty precum whetting her appetite, Pearl smiled and rolled onto her belly, her back legs relaxing and spreading out as her tail unrolled like a red carpet, leading right up to her needy underside, her piercing eyes never losing track of her mate even as she stared at him upside down, 
"Help me take care of the itch down there, won't you love~?" 
Jumping to her aid, Cyrus jogged to the other end of the beast, climbing up between her back legs, petting and stroking her beautiful scales all the way up to her delicate slit. He gazed down at the pink opening for a moment, gently tracing it, watching it quiver and wink as he tickled the outside of it with a finger, a few drops of the feral's sweet nectar leaking from it and running down the base of her tail as she sighed deeply. Unable to keep his maw away from the mound after weeks of waiting to get another taste of his mate, Cyrus knelt down and dipped his maw between her pussy lips, slurping up her juices until most of his face and chest was glistening in it, his hands helping to part her folds as he shoved his mouth down deeper and deeper, eating out the dragoness while she moaned in bliss, her wings stretching out and giving a few flaps as his tongue hit all the right spots. 

With his face stuffed inside of the dragon's slit and a few fingers massaging her clit right at the apex of her mound, Cyrus half-accidentally slipped his other hand down to her tailhole, the tight pucker opening up for him as soon as he gently brushed up against it. Catching his interest, the dragonkin pulled his muzzle out from his mate's pink depths for some air, cleaning his lips as he glanced down at the other opening, deciding to give it some love as well. Pearl's head rolled back and forth on the grass as she growled and roared, nearly mistaken for fury if not for the heavy notes of desperate desire that dripped from every single one of her vocalisations, her front legs resting on her bulging belly. Cyrus dragged his tongue around the rim of the feral's asshole, watching the snug hole twitching for a moment before he dipped his tongue inside, digging deeper and deeper into her ass as one of her back legs curled up around his back, gingerly pinning him in place on her crotch. With the man's muzzle buried in Pearl's ass, he pushed the hand he still had in her cunt deeper, balling his fingers into a fist and slowly plunging it down her wet and slippery tunnel, feeling her powerful walls gripping and dragging him further until he was in all the way up to his elbow. Hearing the pleasured rumblings of his mate, her tongue lolling down her chin while she purred like a gigantic kitten, Cyrus kept going, pulling his arm back a few inches before shoving it down again, building up speed until he was hammering at her cunt. With the girth of a large stallion pounding at her pussy and a masterful tongue eating out her tailhole, Pearl clawed at the dirt and moaned with euphoria, her tail slowly curling up into a ball and her wings bunching up until both finally shot out straight, flexing as she howled in ecstasy. Cyrus felt her slit holding onto his hand as a fountain of her flowery honey squirted up and sprayed him on the face, covering his front in her musk as he continued rimming him through her entire orgasm, his own cock grinding against her soft underside, getting slick from her juices. 

Cyrus kept eating out his feral lover's tailhole until he finally felt her leg around his back going limp, her slit relaxing and letting go of his arm after several minutes of moaning and wild grunting from her. Pearl flopped her head back on the soft grass, just barely staring at the glowing moon high up in the sky, listening to the gentle sounds of the running river right next to the pair, still panting hard as she collected herself. She felt her mate moving around between her back legs, suddenly yanking out his hand and getting her to let out a sharp yet pleasured yelp, drawing a slightly softer groan from her as the man replaced his limb with his own cock. Quickly adjusting to the difference in size, the dragoness' muscles contracted and squeezed her walls down around Cyrus' shaft, making for a tight fit once more, both scalies moaning together. With his girth well lubricated, the dragonkin easily slid inside of the still dripping slit, driving his cock balls deep and laying face down on his mate, hugging her pregnant belly as he quivered and grunted, his tail flickering as the feral's folds expertly kneaded his entire length from base to tip. The pair stayed locked together for a few minutes, slowly grinding and humping while Cyrus kissed her belly, feeling the clutch of eggs that he fertilised moving around inside. Though he wanted to stay right there and cuddle with Pearl for the rest of eternity, the dragonkin couldn't hold back his lust forever, the carnal side of him needing some love in addition to just his romantic one. Getting a grip on the dragoness, he began fucking her slippery pussy, plunging his dick into her warmth as more of her sap oozed from her slit with every thrust, her delighted huffs driving him wild as he slammed into her again and again. With wet slaps reverberating across the calm river, Cyrus was able to last ten minutes before finally succumbing to his lover's excellent control of her lower half, her constant milking finally breaking the dam and letting his seed flood her womb, a small trickle of his cum seeping out along with the constant flow of her fragrant honey. 

Laying limp on top of the dragoness, letting her soft panting lift him up and down along with her belly, Cyrus finally pushed himself up and pulled his cock out from her pussy, watching a strand of his sticky cum stretch out before finally breaking and splattering against her light orange scales. Pearl nodded for the man to come up towards her, the feral's satisfied grin only widening as he crawled over to her chest, sitting down as she nuzzled his crotch, taking in the strong mixture of both of their musks, her nostrils flaring for a few seconds before she opened up her maw. The dragon took the male's shaft and ballsack into her mouth, carefully lapping them both clean of his seed and her juices as he clenched his teeth and hissed out loud, still very sensitive from the load that he had just tossed into her nethers. Leaning on her snout, Cyrus let his mate clean him up, feeling her tongue straying further and further down, first tickling his taint before finally teasing his asscrack, the long and slender tongue slowly sliding between his cheeks. He bent forwards and lifted himself up slightly, taking his family jewels out from the dragon's maw and letting her focus solely on repaying the rimming he had done to her, his tail flipping up to his shoulder as he moaned while her tongue penetrated his tailhole. Getting stiff again within seconds of the dragoness' tapering tongue entering his ass, Cyrus grabbed onto his cock and began jerking himself off, gasping as she plunged deep inside of him, swirling and rotating her silky soft tongue around, thrusting it in and out. Still on a hair trigger, the man suddenly groaned as soon as the feral found his prostate, his dick twitching in his fist and firing off several strands of cum onto his lover's muzzle, his hands petting her as she giggled softly. 

Pulling himself off of the dragoness' tongue and rolling onto the grass next to her, Cyrus huffed and cuddled up against her, hugging her neck as she scooped him up and pulled him closer to her with one of her wings, both scalies reeking of their lovemaking session. The duo nuzzled underneath the moon, resting for nearly half an hour as they listened to each other's relaxing breaths, alternating between making out and just squeezing together tighter. Hurried along by the stimulation provided by her mate, Pearl finally felt the clutch of eggs within her womb getting restless to be let out, her lower half clenching as she gasped. Cyrus turned to her with a knowing look, having assisted her with two previous pregnancies already, having become an expert on how to best relax the giant beast while she is giving birth. He stood up and slowly sauntered behind the gentle giant, gently stroking her side as he walked, finally kneeling down in front of her cunt. Pearl's pussy was already starting to open up and wink, the remainder of his load having leaked out from her while the two had been cuddling, forming a big puddle of cum on the base of her tail. The man knelt down and played with her delicate lips, running both of his hands up and down the sides as she huffed, waiting for her body to give the first signs for her to push. Wanting to ease her tensions, Cyrus lined his shaft up with her tailhole, carefully pushing inside, the hole still slick with his saliva. Pearl relaxed her whole body in bliss, curling her tail around her mate and gathering her strength for the first push, her legs extending out as the first of the clutch began moving with a strong roar from her. Cyrus kept massaging her slit, dipping his muzzle into her as well, playing with her clit using his tongue while he buried his girth into her ass, going slow and steady rather than getting her heartbeat elevated. 

Hilted in the dragon's tailhole, Cyrus fucked her through her whole delivery, catching the eggs as each rolled out from her depths and gingerly setting them on the ground next to the pair, diving his face right back into her cunt while he waited for the next one to emerge. He could feel Pearl's contractions both on his cock as well as his snout as her two holes clenched down on him, letting him know exactly how far into the process he was, able to feel how close the next egg was even before he could see them. Settling into the relaxed rhythm, the man was able to give the dragoness several more orgasms through the next few hours, just barely managing to leave his own cork unpopped to keep himself motivated. With nearly a dozen eggs resting on the grass next to him, Pearl panted and lifted her head up, staring at her partner with an exhausted yet loving gaze, 
"I… I believe that's all…" 
Popping his cock out from her tailhole, Cyrus let the feral adjust and lay down on her side, cuddling up to both him and their latest clutch, one of her legs nudging him to get his pole up to her maw. She took his cock between her lips, suckling on him like a hatchling eager for her first meal, letting his seed drain down her hatch as he nearly whimpered, hugging her snout tight. With the pair both well drained, Cyrus pushed his forehead against the feral's, her warm breathing keeping him toasty even under the glow of the midnight moon, their eyes meeting. He knew that they'd have to get the eggs back to her nest soon, but he wanted to spend a few more minutes laying with her, even with the risk of the pair getting caught out in the open.