Two dragons were just outside of the tribe they belonged to, being in the forest just beyond. One of them was massive, being an accomplished warrior with a black scaled body with gold scales running along his front and the four horns atop his head were gold as well. His name is Nakka. In his years as a warrior, he had accomplished once. He was well versed in fighting, using various weapons, and even magic use. He had another talent, being his skill when it came to having sex. Leaving his partners, be they male or female, greatly satisfied and usually swollen in the belly with his spunk. And because of that, Nakka had multiple children. Loves all of them a lot and encourages them all to pursue whatever interests they have and to be the best they can. 

He was spending time with one of his kids, Zane. Zane was a young dragon boy. His body was covered in vibrant purple scales. A light shade of purple was on his front. A pair of white horns jutted from the top of his head and unlike his father, Zane had a tuft of black hair atop his head as well. He was eager and cute, wanting to learn all kinds of things. Nakka took it upon himself to educate his son and had an entire trip planned. Over a few days they would travel and along the way they would be practicing archery and magic, two subjects that Zane had been particularly interested in. 

As he promised, Nakka had taught his son many things and they hunted together. Zane was shaky and sloppy at first but gradually grew more focused in both subjects. The aim of his arrows became more focused and his magic more potent and controlled, much to Nakka’s pride and delight. Of course it was just the two of them on the trip; being two tribal dragons wearing little more than loincloths. There were times when they needed to stop to take a piss break, pushing their coverings to the side. Zane couldn’t help but gawk at his father’s maleness. Nakka didn’t mind this as his relationships with his kids were also sexual in nature. It was the way of their tribe: embracing hedonistic pleasures like sex, drinking, and training their bodies and skills. 

They had stopped again, this time by a creek. Earlier that day they had been training again and it made them both sweaty. Zane wanted to clean himself off and Nakka let him go ahead. The younger dragon quickly discarded his loincloth, racing towards the water. Nearing the edge, he jumped and splashed in the water, submerging himself before popping up on the surface again. Zane began to swim and frolic, cooling himself down from the training, while Nakka remained on dry land. He grabbed his son’s loincloth, keeping it from getting wet from Zane’s splashing. 

The bigger dragon sat himself down and leaned against a sturdy tree. The loincloth remained in his hands. He was running his fingers along the fabric and could feel that it was damp with sweat in the front and back. Just feeling it was making his cock twitch and swell. Slowly, his length was plumping up and starting to rise, making his own loincloth rise as well, tenting as the inches began to jut outwards. He pulled it off, letting his length be fully exposed. It was a source of pride for the already large and strong warrior. The log of flesh had reached its fully erect state and was twitching in time with Nakka’s heartbeat. 

Being fully erect, the older dragon focused his attention on the loincloth belonging to his son. He already found the younger dragon cute and appealing in a sexual way. As Zane swam and frolicked still, his nude body was clearly seen thanks to the clean and clear water. Watching him and rubbing the cloth made Nakka’s cock throb hard, leaking a thick line of precum that oozed down the erection. Touching it wasn’t enough; the elder dragon lifted the loincloth up to his snout. 

He had been aware of his own musk and the musk that came from his son. Their sparring left them both sweaty and dragon sweat had a way of clinging to their scales, especially in some key areas like under their arms and on their loins. The warrior was of course familiar with his own smell and even enjoyed it. Sometimes he would sniff himself for an added rush when masturbating. There was no need to do that when he had something else readily available. 

Zane was young but dragons were early to develop and his loincloth was smelling of delightfully potent musk. They had been wearing their same cloths for a few days now and that resulted in the aroma being strong and thick, striking his sense of smell in a way that made him purr. Nakke began to gently huff in the smell while his cock swelled and pulsed. Even more precum was leaking out and he could feel the hot stuff trickling down his fat balls.

What made it so enthralling for Nakka was the fresh state of the loincloth. Both fragrant and still wet to the touch. He looked up from the garment and saw that Zane was still swimming in the nude without a care in the world. It was equally adorable and arousing for the much bigger dragon. Keeping the cloth close to his snout, Nakka simply breathed in the scent of his son. It was done slowly. He found no need to rush things. 

So far he was just smelling, doing so to tease himself. And it was working. With more inhales and floods of dragon cub musk, Nakka felt himself becoming even hornier. His dick was throbbing harder and the leaking precum was making a real mess. Still sniffing slowly, he took in deeper and longer winded breaths, letting his lungs be filled with the musk. 

Breathing in until his lust was at a fever pitch, Nakka was starting to moan just from the smell in his nose and the hard throbs of his aching dick. It had actually been some time since the busy warrior had gotten some tail. He had been on a mission and then dedicated the free time he had to the son who had been waiting for his return. 

Keeping the loincloth hovered in front of his muzzle, Nakka reached his other hand down. One of his hands was placed on his cock. It was so thick that his hand couldn’t fully wrap around it. He began to slowly pump his hand, letting out a soft sigh from the light pleasure that traced up his spine. Having a grip on it, the motions of his moving hand also tugged his foreskin along, moving up when the hand did and back down when the hand came down as well. 

Another surge of pride came from feeling the size and weight in his hand. He had plenty of inches to move his hand along, running from the tip to base sent more pleasure through him and he reacted with another sound of enjoyment. Those feelings were heightened even further by him also sniffing from the loincloth at the same time. Even without being able to wrap his hand around it, the dragon smoothly moved his hand along with greater ease. Collecting precum was making it easier. The warm stuff was being smeared along his palm and in between his fingers. 

Being ready to kick things up a notch, Nakka began to stroke himself faster. On top of the raw sensations and sniffing, the warrior began to also think back to the previous sexual encounters that he had with Zane. In particular, he was thinking back to a time when Zane was lovingly stroking his cock, running his smaller and smoother hands up and down. That added to his already flaring arousal. He was starting to sweat again from the effort of jerking himself and the smell of himself was wafting out, reaching his snout in combination with the smell that clung to the loincloth. 

It had been a while since then but Nakka could very well remember it like yesterday, not only the sight of his son lovingly stroking him but also the feeling that came from it. 

“That’s good, son...” Nakka moaned to himself. 

He was slowly getting into the fantasy, putting a new spin on it. They were no longer back at the camp but here, in front of the pond. In his mind the warrior’s son was kneeling before him, sliding his hands up and down, his eyes glued to the sight of his massive maleness. He could remember when Zane asked him about it, being interested in his dad’s size and wanting to be as big as him one day. 

Nakka told his son that it was guaranteed that he would be just as big when he grew older. His older kids were living proof of that. They were going through puberty and the development of their bodies could be seen, especially from them needing bigger sizes of loincloth to properly cover themselves. 

He could almost hear his son moaning while in reality, Zane was simply floating in the water, enjoying the contrast of the cool water and the hot sun blazing from overhead. Being a good distance away, he wasn’t aware of what his father was doing but was aware that Nakka was nearby, hearing his voice just over the light breeze in the air. 

Gripping his cock tighter and moving his hand faster, Nakka was tugging his foreskin along, sliding it over his thick tip and back down again, his grunts getting deeper to match the intensifying sensations. His hand was smeared in the precum and so was the under side of his cock, being coated in the pre that was being rubbed all over. Now his jerking was sloppy too, being clearly heard along with the dragon’s growls and deep sniffs. 

“Oh, good boy..!” Nakka exclaimed. 

Moving his hand even faster and biting his lip, the warrior felt his climax rapidly approach. The sounds of his jerking grew louder and so were the sounds of his breathing. His chest was heaving and the loincloth was clenched tighter in his other hand, kept pressed firmly to his nose. The sounds of his inhales were loud as well, and long too. 

After a few more strokes Nakka raised his voice and came hard. Thick ropes of seed erupted from the throbbing tip of his cock. The black and yellow warrior continued to pump his length while it was still shooting. They were shot with enough force that the lines of seed reached high into the air before coming down to coat the grass. From his big balls, more cum was spraying out and strong pleasure was racing through the warrior’s body the entire time. 

When he finished cumming, the grass in front of him was covered in a blanket of jizz. Nakka was left panting from the feelings that were still racing through him. His cock was still hard and it was even messier than before. A bit of cum was still oozing from his tip and the throbs were still firm. Taking in deep breaths to calm himself, he could easily smell his own scent even with the loincloth pressed to his nose. His cum was potent in scent as well, more than strong enough to mark his turf with. 

Nakka was still holding his erect cock when he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching. 

“Hey, Dad. Have you seen my loincloth?” Zane asked. He was paying more attention to the cum on the grass and hadn’t noticed that his dad was actually holding the garment. 

Zane’s gaze finally lifted and he gasped softly when he saw how firmly the cloth was being held. The younger dragon was surprised but he wasn’t disgusted or afraid. He was actually very interested and even a bit disappointed that he had missed the action. 

“You’ve finished?” Nakka asked, being just a bit winded. 

Zane nodded. He had planned to tell the other dragon about how good the water was. Being considerate, Zane thought his dad would like a dip in the cool water as well. But what he found was a layer of spunk that reached quite a ways in front of the older drake. His dad was nude, his impressive erection still throbbing in his hand. 

“Don’t worry, son. I have your loincloth right here. I wanted to keep it dry for you but I couldn’t help but admire your scent,” Nakka explained. 

“My scent?” Zane asked. He sniffed himself and realized that he washed off most of his musk. 

“It’s okay, Zane. As long as you enjoyed yourself in the creek. And I still have your loincloth to smell until you get all sweaty again,” Nakka said, his voice taking on a clearly lustful tone. “How about you take a whiff of mine? It's only fair.” 

Zane nodded in response, feeling a sense of excitement taking over as he came in closer to his dad. He was also sniffing and sighing, drinking in the scent of the other dragon that hung in the air. 

They were both already naked for their own reasons and were soon erect as well. Nakka was still hard, his cock being held and throbbing against his slimy palm while Zane became erect from the sight and smells before him. Just as Nakka found his son attractive, the smaller purple-scaled drake greatly admired his father and also saw him as a beacon of masculinity. He was someone to be admired in a fatherly sense and a sexual one as well. 

 It didn’t take long for Zane’s own cock, being impressive for someone his age, to throb and leak its own precum. Though much smaller, Nakka still admired the younger drake’s endowment. He knew that it would grow much bigger, possibly even ending up bigger than his own when Zane reached adulthood. 

“You’ll make a fine warrior when the time comes,” Nakka said. 

Zane was flattered and also inspired by the words his father said to him. He reached down and gripped his shaft, feeling a lot more confident about his size. 

Nakka removed his messy hand from his cock using it to grab his own larger loincloth. He lifted and tossed it to Zane. It was caught by the future dragon, showing that his reflexes were already sharp. 

Nakka’s loincloth was even wetter and muskier than his own. Even without the cloth being held up to his nose, Zane could clearly smell the potency of his father’s natural scent. It was more than just sweat. There were also traces of other things like urine, cum, and other fluids that he had soaked into the fabric. 

Even if he could smell it from a short distance, Zane still couldn’t resist bringing it up to his snout. He sniffed it deeply and loudly, his cock becoming even harder. It throbbed and began leaking even more precum that was dribbling onto the floor. He was certainly showing that he was the warrior’s spawn, producing a lot even at such a young age. 

Some of the cum from Nakka’s hand had gotten onto the loincloth and now it was smeared onto the dragon’s facial scales. The musk and cum were both so rich and instantly intoxicating. This was the scent of the cock and balls that he came from. The cock that he had more than a few times touched, licked, and even had inside of him. Realizing that while also inhaling the strong odor of days upon days of sweat and other things kept Zane so aroused and his own cock was throbbing so hard that it nearly hurt. While sniffing he was also gazing upon the other dragon’s loins. The more that he inhaled, the more intense the odor seemed to become. 

Nakka watched his son breath in the smell from the well used loincloth as if his life depended. With lidded eyes and his cock throbbing hard, the smaller dragon was letting out muffled moans and even rocking his hips a bit, unable to resist the natural urge to sate himself. He not only just sniffed but also rubbed his snout against the wet fabric, smearing more sweat and cum onto the scales of his muzzle. He knew that look very well. It was the raw hunger for something. It came from deep within. That primal urge that couldn’t be denied. Nakka met his son’s gaze, having an inviting expression on his face as he continued to sniff the loincloth in his own possession. 

Together, the father and son began to stroke their cocks. Having leaked so much precum, and blowing an entire load beforehand in Nakka’s case, they had no issues getting their hand wet, moving it up and down each and every inch while also keeping the respective loincloth pressed firmly to their nose. 

“Does it smell good?” Nakka asked with a teasing yet dominant tone of voice. 

Zane nodded, finding it hard to form words at the moment. 

“Then breathe it in. I’ll keep it on for the rest of the trip. I’ll make sure to make it smell even stronger when our trip is over. Would you like that?” 

“Y-yes,” Zane said in a small but clearly excited voice. 

“When’s the last time we took things further? The last time you’ve felt my cock inside of your ass? Or in your throat? A warrior needs proper endurance training, both inside and out.”

“I can’t remember. But I want it...” Zane said, his voice becoming pitched as he stroked himself with greater speed. The sounds of his smooth scaled hand running back and forth were becoming louder. 

“In due time, son. I’ll be our last act of training before the trip comes to an end. I’ll be sent on another mission. It will be something to remember me by,” Nakka promised. He was already imagining the things they would be doing. Zane would be all over him. Sniffing and licking his pits. Sucking and deep throating his cock. Rimming his ass and also sucking his balls. Of course the best thing would be shoving his own cock into the tightness of his son’s tailhole and hearing him moan out for more. 

With those thoughts in mind and the rapid jerking of his own cock, Nakka was pushed past his limits. “C-come here son!” Zane obediently came in close just in time. The older dragon threw his head back and came again. Thick rope after rope came shooting out of the tip and onto Zane, getting all over his face and running hot down his chest. He was bathed in the spunk that he was once a part of. Zane just moaned and basked in the overwhelming scent of draconic virility. 

Being covered in his dad’s seed was too much for Zane. He cried out and pumped his shaft a final time, shooting his own load. It wasn’t a lot compared to Nakka but for a dragon whelp of his age, the amount was something to be proud of. 

The two rode out their climaxes together and were left panting and both a mess with sweat and cum. Just for kicks, the two used the other’s loincloth to clean up the spunk that covered them. It was starting to get late so the two decided to make camp and search for food. They handed each other their completely messy loincloths and put them back on. 

“Ready when you are, son,” Nakka said. 

Zane nodded and grabbed his bow and arrows. Together, the two dragons set out to find something to eat, both having the goal of building up their scents in anticipation for the final day of their trip.