Spring came with a flurry of warm air and a surge of new life, including all the trappings of a drake’s heat. 

Errim felt it hot as it had been since the last moon, a burning desire that boiled his loins. He indulged in the idle distractions of the hunt but even now, crouched above the fresh corpse of an elk, the sweet smell of blood failed to mask his own masculine musk seeping from his vent. 

For the last two seasons, Errim had entertained the ritual of mating. Yet both his females failed to bare fertile eggs, much to his anger. He wished for another soul to bear him now, and relive him of this fire. But what respectable female lays with a creature such as himself? A creature than cannot provide a line of blood? 

He let out a short whine, the images of mounting a virgin doe did nothing to quench his thirst. He had tried reliving himself on the grasses and rocks, even once with his own paw, but his sticky scent kept on spewing from the fire between his haunches. 

The other bucks his age would be in season too, and this late in spring, mostly paired up already. If he went any further south, the air would be filled with the sound and smell of arousal and mating; a thought Errim couldn’t bare.  

He looked down at the carcass before him, no longer in the mood to eat. He prodded its furred hide with an outstretched claw, tenderly wishing to caress the mane of a dragoness in all the thralls of heat, recalling intoxicating scent of the last female he bred. He would not breed this season, nor the next as sure as the sun would rise in the morn. For all he knew, we was the only dragon within a three days flight. 

But could there be others like him? Errim thought as he lied down in the long grass, weak strands of green tickling his underbelly but providing no relief if anything it just frustrated him further as they scratched between his puce scales. 

If there were others like him, who were as fertile as a desert, would they wish for his company? Would they come up north for the spring like he had? If they were here, he had not seen a soul. With a snort he rested his head down on a flat rock, letting the setting sun flow over his purple hide. 

Soon the tendrils of sleep crept over Errim, but did not provide him with relief nor comfort. His dreams were plagued with young dragonesses, presenting their sultry gifts, slickened with arousal and need. As he tried to mount each one they denied him with there tails, letting him only feast upon them with his eyes. There mocking roars blended in time with their sweet aroma, it hung in the air like a mist, leaving him hankering for some release. If even the most needy drake would deny him the pleasure of mounting, then who would? 

The volatile perfume of the serpents slits ferried the passage between unconscious and waking world, as the yellowed rays of dawn slipped past Errim’s eyelids. Reluctantly he blinked, nictitating membrane retracting to clear the hazy traces of slumber from his wet eyes. Somewhere, a skylark announced its presence to the world. 

The slight breeze did nothing to clear the aroma from his dream, it was only then did Errim feel the stiffness that had grown under his tail during the night. He now crouched in a rather undignified puddle of his own fluids, like the ever-present dew of a spring morning. His erect member had vacated the confines of his slit, the tip ploughing into the soft earth below him.    

Errim gave a low growl as he flared his nostrils, his exposed nethers sending a small shiver through his wings that he wished he could ignore. 

The cool breeze did nothing to wash the scent of another dragon from his memory, if anything the scent became more clear, revealing the sharp undertones that were not observed under the haze of awakening. 

“Hello, friend,” the voice crept from where the carcass had been, In its place stood a young buck, probably a year younger than himself. His scales stood a dusky crimson against the fledgeling sky blooming overhead as he strode forward. 

Now so close, the thick underlying musk of a male was profound, although not as potent as Errim’s own. The new comers muzzle was a shade darker, ivory teeth stark against his bloodied maw. 

“Why do you come onto my territory, wyrm?”, Errim questioned, shuffling his haunches back to attempt to hide his exposed male-hood, begging it to retract back into his slit. 

“Territory!”, the newcomer cried with a snort of amusement, “What territory do you dare to claim as yours? You have not bore your scent against any tree nor rock! This land is as much yours as it is mine,”

Errim found himself standing at this point, doing his best attempt to seem intimidating. He was a head taller than the stranger, but he was correct. Errim had not marked this land as his.

“Then what do you seek?” Errim asked, shuffling his haunches in an attempt to hide his member from the smaller male. “You have eaten my hunt and I have no females for you to compete for, so what do you seek?”

The smaller drake grinned, unfaltered by Errim. His pale teeth bold and curved into a sharp smile. “I seek nothing but your company,”

Errim let out a low growl, “You have no mate?”

“I have no desire for females, most find me rather… impotent,” He said with a mocking scoff. Errim’s ears perked up at the utterance of the last word. “If anything, I should be asking you that question”, the red dragon cocked his head inquisitively “Your scent is thick, I could smell you from the mountains, your young… fertile,”. The corners of Errim’s maw twinged at the final remark, letting out a deep growl. 

“Perhaps I have no desire to lay with a female this season?”

“and not bear eggs?” the other male replied, taking a small stride forwards, Errim bearing his fangs in response. “Any female would kill another of dragon-born to lie with someone as young at you,” a faint smile stretched across his face as his toned haunches slunk forward. “Unless...”

Errim cut him off with a sharp hiss, his thin neck snapping back in reflex. They younger male let of a throaty chuckle before taking another step forward. “Your a little feisty, aren’t you? But I understand what it’s like...” with that that the red dragon lowered his snout, eyes locked on the space between Errim’s purple haunches, now occupied by the slick pillar of his member.  

“mhh, too long have you gone unspent, my friend,” the red muzzle pulled back again, a flash of great white razors shining in the sunlight as the drake grinned a lustful smirk. The sight of the other male’s immense phallus had made him bare his own shaft, slightly lighter in colour and smaller in statue, but the tip that now protruded from under his tail would be enough to make any heat-ridden doe wet between the haunches. 

“I can help soothe the burden you carry… If you desire it?”,

Errim ground his jaw together, pausing in confusion before realizing what he was being offered. “How so?” now was the older dragon’s turn to smirk, ”You may be weak and impotent, but that does not make you a doe!” Errim scoffed “Do you not know the laws of nature?” 

“I am very aware of how nature works, if nature is what you thought it was, you would not be tempted by my offer?” 

The red dragon provided a good point, his inflamed member had become far more sore since the newcomer has unsheathed his own, watching each of the little ridges on it’s underside twitch as they slipped past those puffy, crimson lips.

Errim was not armed with such a decoration, but he more than compensated with a fat knot at his base, its three distinct bulges already swelling up slightly. He fortified the idea that it was the images of flagging dragonesses, dripping with heat, that he kept close to mind; not the member of another male that was electing this reaction from his body.

His teeth gritted again, to mount this male would be dishonourable. No, more than that. If he was caught, what hope did he have of going back south after the new moon rose? He would be ridiculed from the lands, forced to live out the rest of his long life between these lands and the hills to the east? 

But was there a soul to see them? They would be south, too busy with their own affairs and a good mount to breed was what Errim desired more than anything else... whether that mount was a buck or doe. 

“okay, I will agree to your… proposition,” Errim replied, mulling the offer over before stating his will to engage. A smile of delight and new-found arousal spread over the drake’s bloodied maw.“consider that elk my mating gift,”. 

“Oh, Don’t you worry,” thick ropes of saliva banded themselves between the drake’s jaws as he spoke, “I can guarantee you won’t be able to tell the difference: I’ll be just as good as any female; perhaps you’ll find me even better,”. 

Errim gave a huff of mild protest, thinking back to the past females that he has had the pleasure of rutting with, he doubted any male could beat the supple, warm flesh of a doe in heat. “I doubt that,” A warm puff of air escaping the purple drake’s lips. 

The wish to spill his seed outweighed his need for decency as the crimson rump was presented to him. Errim’s temporary mate had assumed the position that he was more used to seeing a female in. With his smooth chest and long neck flat against the ground, his rear was projected into the air. Any view of his nethers was blocked by the serpentine tail planted between his thick haunches. 

Male or female, Errim still could admire the size and shape of the other dragons thighs. The plump rear beckoned him in, and he followed suit, taking a long stride forwards. 

A guilty shiver flew down Errim’s spine as the scaly was lifted, and his partners goods revealed. The red’s ridged member, slick with mucus, arched downwards towards the earth, a droplet of clear fluid hanging from its tapered tip. 

Errim paused hesitantly, ignoring his own inner voice and focusing on the fire in his loins as he took an uncertain step towards the buck submitting to him. 

The exposed pink slit sat horizontally in the fold between the red’s tail and his curving belly, just below head height. At first glance, it may have been mistaken for the vulva of a doe, albeit a little misplaced. Now so close the small button of a buck’s scent gland was unmistakable, and the rich scent of it filled Errim’s nostrils.

The earthy perfume was like a female’s, but without the sweet overture. It suggested something deep and feral inside of Errim, a primal mating urge like the heat that burned inside him. 

Errim hesitantly craned his neck forward, snout just inches from the males rear. Is forked tongue slid out, sliding it against the puffy, red lips. His tail-hole didn’t carry an unpleasant taste, if anything it made his member throb even more. The musk enveloped him as he pressed deeper in, tongue slipping past the scaly lips to savour the fleshy tunnel beyond. 

The most exquisite metals and salts danced across the drakes slimy appendage as it lapped at the tanned flesh inside, tongue sliding against the tight opening that led into the other drake’s tunnel. 

Almost automatically, Errim found his snout wandering towards the other male’s hole, involuntarily salivating like he would at the taste of a female. It seemed wrong, preforming this ancient mating ritual on another male, but the rhythmic pulsing at his groin drove him on.

The red dragon below him have a satisfied huff as his lower lips met with  the purple maw. Errim felt a large drip of pre-cum plop down onto his hind foot, his nethers far harder and wetter than they had ever been before. The little whines that the smaller drake was making below him caused his cock to twitch, his slim hips twitching gently at the air in eager excitement as he lost himself in the sensations offered to him by the males fleshy tunnel.        
Soon the twitching went to bucking, Errim’s maw wedged between those tender thighs. 

“Drop the niceties and mount me,” 

The rough buck’s growl, too harsh to be mistaken for a doe’s, broke any illusion of eating out a female that Errim had. He stepped away and watched the sickened sphincter twitched and throbbed behind its folds, thick droplets of saliva drooling down towards the other drakes cock. 

A slight flash of guilt hit Errim, a small lump forming in his throat. The taste of the other buck still lingered in his mouth as he swallowed.
His eyes locked on the other wet member in front of him. He’d seen plenty of other male’s like this, erect and ready to rut. Never had he imagined of being the cause of another male’s arousal, never mind a drakes phallus being the source of his own.

The ache in his groin soon cleared any fleeting doubts from Errim’s mind, his serpentine instinct knew what he needed. No more than a moment later he found his claws on resting on a firm rump, a thick tail woven between his forelimbs. It took no more time for Errim to lower his crotch to take a thrust a this prize.

The first few attempts went wide, his already pre-soaked member smearing his juices over the already dripping perineum laid out before him,. After the third try his tip found itself berried in the soft, warm (and most importantly wet) flesh of the other dragon. Errim couldn’t help but raise his muzzles to the heavens and let out a roar of pure delight, never before had he felt such ecstasy. 

The rest of the shaft slipped in without hitch, its smooth flesh gliding into the other male’s slit. Errim’s knot sat just outside the crimson folds, already staring to swell slightly.  Another thrust made the drake let out a drawn out growl, thickly scented saliva marking the back of the his partner. Soon Errim found a steady pace, pumping away at the buck beneath him, an audible shlick coming from the crimson drakes tail-hole at every hump. Purple claws searched for purchase as the thrusting became more vigorous, the wet squelching and moans from below becoming louder and filled with a feral passion neither beast had felt before. 

The ritual of mating had not quenched Errim’s thirst, but if anything stoked the fire in his loins to a new unparalleled degree. His long pent up needs would soon be released, he knew he could not keep up such a frantic rhythm inside such a tight cavity. Recalling from his past experiences, he could last several minutes when enthralled with the loose folds of a doe yet he doubted he would last one inside this buck. His testes ached behind his slit, fuelled by his burning desire for release. 

With one last sharp buck of the hips, the entire length of his member was taken by that needy hole, both males giving out a great exclamation of their passion, Errim locking his jaws around the scaled neck presented before him as his knot inflated, locking the two together.  Each pulse of his engorged member sending pulses of seed into the well stretched orifice as well as a wave of pleasure that made the purple jaws salivate as they bit down harder on their willing prey. 

A few moments later the moans of pleasure morphed into the heavy panting that came accompanied by that after-mating glow that began to resonate inside the two drakes.  Purple jaws relaxed as shaking scarlet legs buckled and collapsed to the slightly sticky ground beneath them. Errim soon followed, taking refuge on the sleek red hide of the other buck.   

“Once we’re untied, don’t think your going anywhere,” Errim leaned close to the other male’s 
horns, a guttural whisper erupting between heavy breaths. “The season is still young and I doubt this heat will will leave till the next moon,”. 

a light chuckle floated past crimson lips.

“I think your make an adequate mate until then,”