Keeping Valfarre Down

	“I shall remain behind, to keep Valfarre in check.” Midgardsormr had said. “Peng Lai needs rest. Go now.” With those words, even the eastern dragon who bickered with him about needing rest, the whole group of the Halidom left the other world of the mana-drinking fiend. Turning to face Valfarre, the large windwyrm of legend’s green scales shimmered in the strange void. Summer green fields of his upper half and dark forest greens from his lower, broken by plates running down his underbelly of a creamish-yellow like color. His wing membranes were more yellowed out than his underside, with spikes and bone jutting from them. True yellow was splashed along his body, namely on the spikes jutting from his body. S-curved horns held back his quill like mane, under his crest as his fiery red eyes took in his prisoner.
	Valfarre was some sort of ram or canine fiend, a large one at that as even when he was on his knees as he was now, he was nearly the same height as the dragon. As he had been drained, his normal colors had faded, his white fur having turned to black and his purple markings going blue-green, though no longer glowing with mana. His larger horns, which erupted form his back, curved forward to point where he was looking, a deep blue on the back like his claws on his blue colored, cuffed wrist hands. Spiky bright teal hair covered his back to his braided tail, the spade looking like fire as it was bound in a cuff. A beard was similarly braided and cuffed. A collar around his neck help with hiding his yellow-green tipped pierced ears and smaller facial horns. His green eyes drooped wearily. The only other thing of interest was that Valfarre was quite ripped, muscles bulging in every part of his body.
	Well, second only other thing. What drew Midgardsormr’s attention currently was the only other thing the fiend was wearing. An ornate loincloth, the same color as his markings and bordered with silver in a spike like design. Above the belt, a thick trail of hair grew from navel to the waistband, and below, a very obvious and large lump that was Valfarre’s genitals. The fiend was packing, though the dragon had other plans than feasting himself on another’s meat. His tongue flicked out over his muzzle, a heat rising inside of him as he thought of a way to keep Valfarre from regaining any strength and please himself at the same time. Grabbing one of the horns atop the fiend’s head, the windwyrm forced the other down before using his tail to counterbalance as he placed his paw on Valfarre’s face.
	“Worship it, fiend.”
	There was a light whimper before the dragon shivered, hot breath washing over his foot as a tongue slowly ran up from the bottom to the top. Keeping ahold of the horn, he let the fiend do as he liked, the wet appendage leaving a slick trail on the underside as the entire sole was bathed, slow but steady. Hands came up to grip the sides of Midgardsormr’s paw, kneading lightly with the thumbs. The windwyrm groaned lowly as he felt the muzzle slip up and take in one of his claws, the tongue lightly playing about it as the fiend suckled on it. Valfarre’s tongue dipped between each claw as he moved to the next to give it a similar treatment and then the third. Needless to say, the dragon was aroused and relaxed by the treatment some, his dick already sliding free from his slit. He lightly played with it as he started to grind his foot onto the fiend’s face, taking some of the saliva off it to get the grip back in it. Placing it back on the ground, he pulled on the horn more to get Valfarre’s face directly level with his groin.
	“Start sucking.”
	The fiend was strangely compliant, not that Midgardsormr was going to complain. Valfarre let his tongue drag from the base to the tip via the underside, making the dragon shiver and throb. Pre leaked from the tip as the fiend repeated the action, then again and a fourth time. The windwyrm gripped both horns now, feeling as Valfarre’s hands rest on his thick thighs. Then the lips closed about his tip and Midgardsormr shuddered, loving the suckling on his head. Slowly the warm wetness descended on his length, before pulling back and shifting back down. The windwyrm rumbled deep in his chest, his stance widening ever so slightly as he lightly bucked his hips. His muzzle was parted as he panted, desire spreading to every inch of his draconic form. Yet something was missing as the fiend swallowed half his shaft, and that was the entire cock being in the warm confines. Head tilting back down from its raised position, his eyes narrowed at Valfarre. Sometime in between his sucking, he had moved a hand down to his own need, jerking it with blowing the dragon. Midgardsormr wasn’t going to have that, as he roughly wrenched the fiend’s head to the side. A small sound of discomfort, with his green gaze finding the dragon’s red one.
	“No jerking.”
	A long whine came from Valfarre, lightly tingling the windwyrm’s dick and making him groan lowly. The bobbing resumed shortly afterwards, with both hands now holding the legs again. The fiend was twisting his head now, angling a little to get to new parts. Even so, it wasn’t enough for the frisky dragon, who was already feeling the beginnings of his orgasm. And so, he waited a few passes as he gathered the strength in body, focusing it on his arms. When Valfarre was diving back down normally on his dick, Midgardsormr struck. Using the horns as leverage, he physically pulled the fiend all the way to his base, finding a sick pleasure in hearing the gagging. The movement from the deep throating was phenomenal, from the gullet spasming about his tip to the tongue wiggling along his underside, even the feeling of saliva splattering his groin. Pre heavily leaked into the fiend’s muzzle before the windwyrm eased off and let Valfarre back to his tip. He tried to pull off, coughing, but the dragon wasn’t letting that happen as he shoved him back down to his base. Another gag, another heavy stream of pre, and another moment back at the cock head. Seeming to understand his position, Valfarre just whimpered before taking the length to his throat again, sputtering as he was forced deep. 
	In and out, Midgardsormr forced the fiend to deep throat him. Every pass seemed to be easier on Valfarre, the dragon sliding back and forth with relative ease. Needless to say, getting his entire shaft pleasured was bringing the windwyrm to his end. Throwing his head back, he howled his release, driving his length into the fiend’s throat again. Even in his bliss induced state, the dragon could feel the warm cum splashing his scales as Valfarre choked on the seed before feeling the gullet move while the fiend swallowed all the could. There was weak pushing against his thighs as Midgardsormr kept the other there, locked at his hilt as he slowly finished his orgasm. Then he let go of Valfarre, the fiend immediately slurping off the dick to hack and cough, falling to his hands as he knelt there. Panting, the dragon looked over the wheezing fiend, his gaze wondering to the tail and its base. A wolfish grin spread on his muzzle as he slowly stepped around Valfarre. The fiend tensed up as the windwyrm stroked the tail and grabbed, raising it. The tail lashed, ripping free from Midgardsormr’s grasp and Valfarre tried to crawl away from the lustfilled dragon. Said dragon growled and activated his magical abilities, gales blasting against the fiend’s upper half. Slammed to the ground, it stunned Valfarre and the windwyrm pounced. With ass raised, the tail was yanked aside and Midgardsormr’s shaft was wedged against the cheeks. He easily ground between them, claws sinking into the hip as he released the winds, wanting to hear the fiend in this moment.
	Rocking his hips, the windwyrm heard the small whimpers from Valfarre, who didn’t cease his small struggles to get away. All it did was make the dragon more frustrated. And a horny dragon with his cock tip trailing between the cheeks searching for the entrance was not a thing you wished to make frustrated. When Midgardsormr had found the fleshy ring, he gave it a few experimental prodding, the tensing of the fiend good indication before he jammed his lower half forward. His tapered, saliva and cum coated length destroyed the barrier between cool outside and tight, warm insides. The pathetic, pained roar of Valfarre hid the sharp hissing inhale of the windwyrm. The fiend was rigid in shock, insides clenched almost painfully about the dragon’s sensitive dick. Midgardsormr had to wait before continuing, more for himself than for the barely, if ever, used fiend beneath him. Admittedly, the dragon found the idea of popping the fiend’s cherry very enticing and decided to go with that mind set. He continued to push forward until his cock was fully in, hips flush with that furry virgin ass. Well, no longer virgin now. With a low growl, the windwyrm began.
	Midgardsormr didn’t start slow or easy. He went for a moderate pulling to his tip and pushing back in, ridges catching on the insides of Valfarre. Low grunts and growls of pleasure came from the dragon, whimpers and groans from the fiend. Pumping away at the other’s rear end, the windwyrm wondered why he hadn’t started doing this sooner. Sabnock had such a tight looking ass, probably was as tight as Valfarre was. A low rumble ran through him, somewhat imagining plowing into that fiend. He brought himself back to the present by looking down on Valfarre, moving his arm up to grab a horn and yank back. There was a yelp as the fiend’s head was roughly pulled. Midgardsormr sawed back and forth, listening to the whines and moans of the other, grinning wickedly.
	“That’s right fiend, let me hear how much you love my cock up your ass.” He punctuated this with a thrust of his hips, going hard and fast. There was a keen from Valfarre, before he shuddered. Both were panting and covered in sweat, the smell of sex heavy in the air. The slurping noise as the dragon pulled out and slid back in competed with pounding hearts in their ears. The windwyrm repositioned himself some, getting a better angle before thrusting forward. The cry and clenching surprised him, making him inhale sharply. It took a little longer for the slightly painful hold to release before Midgardsormr rammed in again. The reaction was similar, though now a gasp, and the dragon’s mind clicked the piece to the puzzle. His grin returned as he thrusted hard into the pleasure spot in the fiend, the gasps and moans getting louder with every pump. Even with having just orgasmed, the dragon could already feel his second one rising.
	Plowing with abandon, listening to Valfarre’s pleasured noises, Midgardsormr was caught off guard by the loud bellow that the fiend emitted. He felt the other’s insides spasm around his shaft, milking him hard. Valfarre was climaxing without being touched! The idea and feeling was too much for the windwyrm. His eyes rolled back some as he thrusted a few times into that rapidly clenching hole before he himself hilted and roared. A great torrent of dragon seed flowed from his pulsing length, getting deeper as he lightly thrusted now and then. It took a minute or two before Midgardsormr was brought back to his senses some, his vision blurred from the intense bliss he had from fucking the fiend. Breath labored, he gazed back down upon Valfarre, who was shaking. With a low rumble, the dragon pulled his flagging shaft from the deflowered ass, watching as the gaping tail hole oozed his cum. He watched it run over the taint and the balls to drip on the ground. Unable to resist, the windwyrm grabbed both mounds of flesh to spread and pressed his snout in, tongue shoving into that cream-filled rear. He could taste himself and Valfarre as he dug in, earning another cry from the fiend. It seemed too much for the other though, as he collapsed fully. It left a hunched over Midgardsormr with a muzzle of white. Licking his lips, the dragon chuckled and walked a bit aways, laying down himself. Keeping an eye and ear out, the windwyrm let his eyes drift shut into a light after fucking doze. He was spent and knew that with the fiend already tired, he would be completely exhausted after that fucking. And this would be the first of many times he’d be fooling around with Valfarre. Not only was his ass appealing, so was that dick of his. Midgardsormr rumbled as he felt a slight itch inside of him that was waiting to be scratched by a dick. But for now, rest!