Minotaur: Ingredients from The White Peaks. Part Three.

By GarifthNebula

_Rye and Ghreys have been caught in the cave of a mighty dragon! Oh no, what will possibly happen??! (sex)_

_Long time since the last part, so I hope you enjoy it! Got stuck quite a few times on this one. As always, please feel free to give any feedback._

Everything was quiet for a moment. The mountainside breeze and the rustling of the trees felt more silent than usual. Rye’s senses seemed to go numb for a moment, the only thing he could focus on was the black scales of the dragon that stood before him. But that silence was only for a second, but the interruption was no gasp of fear, or a shout of surprise, it was a soft and fleshy,

Spluuurt.

Ghreys, still sitting next to Rye and with one hand over the human's chest, could not stop his own body from giving another gush of precum. Ghreys felt a mess of emotion, firstly that only a second ago he had been having sex with his love, and his body had not forgotten. Second, the creature that looked at them had come from nowhere, like a breath in the cold winter air. Finally, the creature looked at the two with a knowledge that made Ghreys’ skin tense with fear. It was not a moment that was even in his most far off thoughts of what might happen that day.

“Ghhh…” Spurt. Ghreys tried to keep calm, but his body betrayed him. He was on the verge of blowing his load, and there was no force in the world that would stop his genitals from making their annoyance at the stoppage of his sex known.

“Well,” the creature spoke again, his voice was ethereal, but cut the air around him like he was chiseling marble. “I had thought that my cavern had become infested by some wayward beast, It seems something much more interesting has come to visit.” The dragon’s voice cooled a bit as he spoke, perhaps he was lowering it to a tone more fit for these small intruders, or perhaps it was Ghreys’ and Rye’s ears settling into that unnaturally natural voice.

He gave an amused huff and moved his neck a bit. The large onyx scales on his neck and chest slid over the rest of his flesh, the color and sheen much like soft black sand on a beach. As he stepped, Rye’s eyes focused on the sharp black claws on his huge paws. He had a prehensile thumb, just as he had seen in his alchemy books, but he had never imagined the paw would have been large enough to grab Ghreys with relative ease.

The minotaur snapped out of his initial shock and grabbed Rye, pulling him from under his body and holding him next to his side. He was ready to tell him to run while he did something to distract the behemoth, but with the look the dragon gave to the bull, he knew there was no way that either of them were getting out of this situation easily.

“Do not be so frightened. I will bring no harm to either of you, I doubt the two of you have come with any ill will. If you had, I would say you have done a terrible job to keep your defenses up.” 

Rye looked down at himself, his naked body covered in clear slime and goosebumps. If he were not so afraid he would be very embarrassed.

Ghreys, however, kept a stalwart face on as he came to his hooves. If he did feel embarrassment at his throbbing cock or his swollen balls, he certainly did not show it on his face. “We’ll leave then,” he spoke with a stalwart verbosity.

His bravery made Rye swell with admiration, He truly was an incredible person. His fear loosened from his body, letting the human feel the cold stone beneath him. He quickly stood up, Ghreys putting his hand on his shivering shoulder.

“So quick in your desire to leave! It is understandable, but there must be a few things in order first.” The dragon brought his hand up as if he was holding a chalice from the bottom of its bowl, and the candlelight on his wax-covered horns burned bright.

In Rye’s tome of alchemy, there was no creature that was mentioned more than the dragon. Like a living embodiment of magic, every element of the dragon was said to have incredible alchemical properties. It was honestly so well known in culture that many seemed to think all alchemists did was swirl dragon blood in hollow dragon horns and make potions that turned people into bats… Well at least that's what the farmhands back where Rye once lived seemed to think. But to see one command magic, Rye would be lying to say he was not excited.

But the way the fire at his horns glowed, and the feeling in the air, this was not the kind of magic he expected from a dragon. Then again, the only magic he had even though a dragon to have was their breath of sorcery.

With an unknown word, several items came from the ether and appeared to float above the dragon's hand. An unnaturally orange flower, a bramble thorn, stones strung together with white thread…

“An infusion?” Rye said under his breath. He recognised items like this, meant to be put in a small bag and steeped like tea, these were obviously for a potion of amnesia. He had expected a dragon to be a spellcaster of sorts, not one who would be conjuring items for a potion.

“Very interesting,” the dragon’s eyes were suddenly upon him. Color ran from Rye’s face as he realized what he had done. The objects hovering above his hand flashed to embers as his horns fire died down a bit. He lowered his head to the two, the dragon looked even larger so close… there were hints of ashen grey in his black visage, and those pale orange eyes looked deep into Rye’s. 

Ghreys tried to move between the two, but in his sudden movements he pinched his still swelling testicles between his legs, giving a grunt and bending over in discomfort.

“That is what that smell was.” For a moment the dragon’s words made Rye think he meant Ghreys and his intensifying musk, but he turned his head around, pushing something into view with his tail. It was Rye’s knapsack, with a few ingredients sticking out from the open top. “You two grow more interesting by the moment.” He took his claws and gingerly grabbed the bag, bringing it to his eye. He gave a smile. Rye watched as he emptied the contents onto the ground in front of the two, at least he was delicate enough not to break anything. His claw touched a small glass that was overturned, the liquid oozing out…

A potion Rye had been working on. It wasn’t much yet, just a few herbs and… A good glob of Ghreys cum.

“I see you have been hunting for some ingredients,” he glanced at Ghreys, his meaning obvious. Ghreys remained stalwart, if not a bit uncomfortable. “If I had known there was another artist here I would have introduced myself earlier, I am Sigmeyre.” He looked at the two expectantly.

Rye didn’t know if the dragon was toying with them or if there was more to this. Whatever the case, there was no harm in speaking, it's not like the situation was going to get worse by it. “I’m Rye, I… I suppose you meant I am an alchemist when you said, ‘artist”.”

“Not only an artist for that, I heard a bit of your acting as I came down,” Sigmeyre gave a hot breath out of his nose, it was a billowing heat like a campfire. He must be a very warm creature. Bells… Ghreys hearty musk must have been getting to him, certainly the dragon was an incredible creature but-but he mustn't think of the situation in this way! It did not help when Sigmeyre took a very relaxed stance, lowering himself down onto the ground. He sat with his hips cocked to one side, showing his underbelly scales, and his massive balls, whilst his front legs were crossed at his chest. Rye wasn’t an expert on any creature, well except for minotaurs at this point, but he guessed that Sigmeyre lowered his guard to make the two feel more at ease. It was working. Rye was afraid his eyes might wander to the thick hips, and the loins beneath...

The face of Ghreys kept its wary distrust, and he looked to Rye. The human was knocked back into reality, but all he could give was a raise of the eyebrows, giving Ghreys the feeling that it did not matter much what they did at this point, they were utterly in the control of Sigmeyre.

“Ghreys th’ name.” His voice was much more natural this time. “I don’t think it’s any more plain obvious why I really should get going,” the poor bulls balls didn’t care what the situation was, they wanted Ghreys to blow a fat load NOW! They were so swollen at this point that they looked larger than the time that Rye and him had tried edging together. While such a thing might be fun for a human, or a minotaur with a more regular libido, Ghreys was better off spilling his seed on the regular, lest his nuts turn him into a bellowing, half-conscious mess. It wasn’t a very good idea to even think of something like that, as he did his watermelon sized balls twitched, sending a rope of pre that lasted at least two seconds before it ended. His hooves buckled and his mouth opened wide as the wave of pleasure hit him.

“All well and good Ghreys, but with honesty I must say that I worry that would leave me without my payment for your intrusion. That is to say, from the sense I get from your human friend’s potion, you are quite the potent source.”

The partners stood still. “Fuck…” Ghreys looked to his love, hoping his smart human could think of something to say, some sort of appropriate reaction; but looking he could tell only that the human was a bit sweaty, a bit worried, and a bit horny. There was no way he would blame Rye for this, bells if it weren't for anything else Ghreys could tell his musk had grown to an impressive depth. Even to himself the smell was arousing, looping back onto his very prominent problem.

Sigmeyre licked his maw, showing off the dark gums and tongue, ranging from dark pink to a deep purple. He repositioned himself slowly, moving those hips more into the two’s view. The beast had a pair of nuts that would put Ghreys swollen prize pumpkins to shame. The rich black sheath and balls were in a bit of a “bald spot” between the dragon's belly and tail shutes. In the same spot, Rye could see the beast's butt, the darkness of the flesh almost hiding it away. The sheath reminded Rye of some of the smaller barrels in the array they used to ship Ghreys’ thick jizz, and it was swelling before his eyes. Both were transfixed by the sheath as it grew ridgid, a tip finally emerging, already dripping. Ghreys could not help but feel a great dirge of desire, His pre-seed had simmered so thick that it looked twice as viscous as the dragons! He would be proud if it were in different circumstances. Well, actually, he was still proud! He had to tell himself that both of them were enraptured by Sigmeyres magic essence, or else he would have to admit that both of them were turned on by the sight before them, despite it all.

“Please minotaur, let me relieve you a bit of your predicament, it shall do you well. Your mind must be rather fogged, and your body must be very strained,” Sigmeyre spoke, opening his mouth wide. It was a display both of his fierce dagger-like fangs, and also his soft, warm, welcoming tongue.

Ghreys could not deny, there was simply no way he would be able to get anywhere in his current predicament. He took a step to test himself. The weight between his legs felt enormous, even if Sigmeyre had let them leave without a word, Ghreys would not make it ten steps. He had to empty himself, somehow.

He gave a huff. Ghreys did not want to admit his desire. He had given bountifully of his cum before, but always with some anonymity. Rye was the only one that had the right of his treasures besides himself.

“You cannot without this one’s permission, yes?” The dragon turned to Rye, who looked trapped by the situation.

“Ghreys, well, we are kind of mates,” Rye stammered, He never had to speak of his relationship before. “And I don't think it would be right to, well-”

“Then,” Sigmeyre interrupted, “Why not have you do it?” Rye’s mouth opened af it to say something, but Sigmeyre continued. “I shall not touch your mate if you do not wish me to. But I still wish to collect some of that fine magically imbued semen of his. An artist of innate magical energies such as yourself would understand. It would be my pleasure to collect from ‘afar,’ if you will.” He once more opened his maw wide. Rye knew what he meant, and with how pent up Ghreys was he could probably make quite some distance. Wait, he couldn't think like this! But the dragon was persistent, and if this was a way to escape without harm…

Rye looked to Ghreys with the question in his eyes. Ghreys was thinking the same thing; if this was how to solve the situation, well, situations, since Ghreys wasn’t getting anywhere quickly, then it should be done. The bull gave a nod and turned to Sigmeyre.

“Alright,” Ghreys spoke. Horny fuck,  he added in his mind. Really, there was an interesting thrill to the whole thing. If it had been under different circumstances, perhaps this would have been a desire all three would have happily complied with. Then again, what was stopping him from just enjoying the moment? Sigmeyre genuinely seemed to mean them no harm, Ghreys needed to empty himself, and Rye was clearly a bit interested. Ghreys big sensitive nose knew his human’s aroused scent better than anything.

“Do not be fearful,” Sigmeyre had a softness to these words. “This is an event of mutual interest. You know this just as well as I. Feel the moment, and do what comes natural.”

Ghreys felt Rye’s hand on his hip. They locked eyes and smiled, until Ghreys gave a moan, and another gush of pre spit from his cock. Rye stifled a laugh, and moved his hand to his favorite slab of beef. That dragon was gonna need a bigger maw for what they were about to bring him.

Rye usually knew where to begin, but this was not a usual time. With Sigmeyre looming over him and Ghreys in a bit of a position, Rye felt a bit pressured.

Gluuurrt~

But obviously not as much as Ghreys. He took his hands and grabbed the flat head of the bullcock, positioning himself to be drenched by whatever the next gush gave. Massaging the smooth flesh, Rye pulled on the two sides and watched the gooey cockslit ooze out its luscious pre. Pressing the sides of the cock gently, a rush of fresh pre spit from the tightened end of the urethra in a more constricted shot. The pressurized precum pulsed, giving Rye a nice hot coating. Ghreys looked at the human, his soft skin covered in glistening juice, his face focused on the old bull. He could never ask for any better partner. Focusing on his boy made his churning balls calm some, no longer aching so fiercely. But they still were terribly pent up, Even the human’s best handjob was going to have a bit of a hard time properly milking this over-bloated load that was swelling his nuts. Rye read his eyes and knew the look, if Ghreys didn’t get off when his balls needed it it tended to become a vicious cycle. He needed more if he was going to empty his nuts enough to stop the excessive churning, a lot more if he was going to stop the problem from becoming worse, or his balls would just swell back up. As fun as it always sounded, it seemed to be too much for the poor bull to deal with, especially in a situation like this.

More affection was given to the massive cock, Rye expertly worked up and down the pink dick, his trained hand going to the his most tender places. “Fuck… This aint gonna work boy,” Ghreys moaned, “I gotta feel more of you.” Rye was pulled close by Ghreys, his chest now against the steaming hot fuckpole. “More.” Ghreys held Rye’s thigh gently. Rye lifted his left leg and awkwardly stepped over the log of meat. He was straddling Ghreys cock, a favorite position of the two. Nuts like boulders kept the cock more upright, and the pressure on them from Rye’s body made Ghreys give a beastly sound. More than a moan, this was a roar! The flat pink tip of his dick spit pre so far, it splashed on the ground, and gooey splatter from each jet sent a thick mist into Sigmeyres face. The drips that hit his tongue danced with magical energies, even the minotaurs pre was full of it! It would be a terrible shame to waste it…

So Sigmeyre moved himself forward some, right into the splash zone of the couple’s lovemaking. Ghreys grabbed Rye’s hips with his large hands, running his fingers over the fine skin of the human. Rye loved the way that Ghreys warm hands felt; whether it was in a gentle snuggle or a tumbling fuck, those hands made Rye feel so comfortable. No matter the situation, the minotaur’s touch made him feel safe. He took the bull’s massive rod in his hands. No matter how many times he had touched the great monument, it still sent shudders down his spine. So hot to the touch, so alive with its every movement, and so very large. All Rye could wish for was that he could take his bull’s cock, feel the physical love of his mate deep inside his body. Not just his seed, him! He pressed his body into Ghrey’s cock, when his partner had said that he needed to “feel more,” Rye felt a tinge of guilt. This incredible tool was meant to drive deep into another's body, painting their deepest reaches with the thick cream made in abundance by his churning boulders. All he could offer Ghreys was his skin, and what he could touch with his mouth. As his hips were pulled gently back past Ghrey’s soft sheath and right to his groin, Rye saw the tip of the massive dick grow taught, hitting him in the chest and reminding Rye even more of the physical love he wished he could give his mate.

That thought was quickly replaced by a shot of hot pre against his chin. The gunk was thicker and more gooey than he had ever felt, and Rye had a very good understanding of Ghrey’s normal pre-spunk! The poor guy must have been in some anguish, Rye knew he had to get him off quick. Rye pressed his own cock into Ghreys’ meat, bent his back some, and began working every inch he could touch. He took one hand to the Bull’s medial ring, gently caressing the fleshy hoop with very little force, just a tickle. His other hand went straight for his flat tip, and the huge cock-slit. He took two fingers and pressed them against the leaking hole, digging in and out vigorously. Finally he bent his head down and began kissing and massaging the rest of the head with his mouth. Rye had learned quickly to be careful not to try to take Ghreys’ full blasts at point blank, especially not when he was this pent up! He worked the cock like an expert, the rumbling quakes of his minotaur telling him exactly when the next geyser would surge violently from Ghreys.

Sweet and clear nectar of love gushed out from the two and into the waiting maw of Sigmeyre. His mouth was covered in thick goo, stringing from the roof of his mouth to his jaw, and dripping down the sides in slow trickles. The potential magic locked within just this pre excited Sigmeyre like nothing had in some time. He absorbed it carefully, making sure the spellweaves he had bonded to himself captured every bit of its potential. It was rare to find a wellspring of this quality. The love and understanding the mated pair held for each other made it all the sweeter. The dragon felt just a touch of guilt that he had interrupted them so rudley. He would have to make it up to the two somehow.

“Boy…” Ghreys cried out. The way Rye pushed his buttons showed his love for his partner. Rye wanted to give his mate everything, and then some.

“Sir…” Rye called back to his early days on the farm with Ghreys. Admiring the bull, and eventually making love to him for the first time. He thought of all the times he had snuggled with him in their bed together. The kisses they shared after their work for the day was done. Always being there for one another. “I want to take you, by the bells I wish I could take you.” Rye hoped his truthful sweet talk would help his bull reach his climax. “I want to drain you, I dream of you hilting me every night.” He poured his heart into his words. The human had never been very good at dirty talk, but he did whatever he could to express his feelings. Rye had always been embarrassed at his failings in making a potion so he could take Ghreys, so he kept the idea to himself. But he wanted Ghreys to know now, that no dream was as close to the human as the one where the two made love, with Ghreys sinking himself into Rye fully, and the two being one.

Ghreys knew what Rye wanted… What he was unable to give him. He would never hurt his mate, and he was just- just so big. That was what Rye had been working so deeply on for these last few months, a way for the human to take his bullcock, all the way. He focused his mind on the wonderful image… Once he gave this scaly beast this load, he would make sure that he would find a way to make this dream come true. But for now, Ghreys had to focus on draining his quivering rocks. He imagined hilting his human, his cock sinking into his love. The visual brought his taught, swollen balls to a halt, they stopped their ceaseless churning. He knew he was moments away from having the most devastating orgasm of his life. He wished he could deliver it deep within his love, like Rye had spoken of. He held some anger that this was to be given to some gigantic beast who held the two captive. His body, his seed, it was for Rye. No matter how much he spilled, or sold, or was used as an ingredient, or even was guzzled by some overgrown lizard, right now, he imagined it swelling the belly of his Rye.

That image burned itself into Ghreys mind as the edges of his consciousness caved inward. He felt his pipes dilate with an unimaginable pressure as seed rushed through them. He felt like he was looking at some other bull cum, an out of body experience. Everything turned black and white as his vision faded for a moment, its use in his brain overtaken by the pleasure he was about to receive.

SQWOOOSH! A rumble sounded as a hard waterfall of seed sprayed like a broken dam. In a stream of cum like a gallions docking rope, Sigmeyre’s face was painted in white, the dragon focusing on drinking every drop of the stuff. Rye was stunned for a moment, the force of the orgasm was palpable. The errant spray or offshoot of jizz near his head felt like it could take out an eye! He hugged his mates cock tight, even in the circumstances they were in, it felt wonderful knowing that it was his hand that made Ghreys give so generously!

Ghreys consciousness came back to him like an arm‘s blood returning from having fallen asleep. He was suddenly struck by the searing feeling of his great orgasm. He took his hands and held Rye to his cock. Rye wrapped his hands around the pulsing organ and pushed his ass into Ghreys torso. He bent his back some to avoid the stream at first, but as the torrent died down for a moment he dipped his head in to feel the spunk hit his face, and taste the fresh hot jizz. He was well trained in Ghreys orgasms, he knew when to move his head back as another great blast arched forward into Sigmeyres pleasured face. He loved to see Ghreys fill up a barrel or make a great puddle of his thick seed, but it might have topped it all to see a great wyrm drink bullcum like it was water in a desert.

“Errrghh… Ahhhh…” Ghreys moaned as his orgasm continued. Rye would have turned around if he could, he loved the way that Ghreys looked as he came. He was always beautiful, and it seemed especially so when he orgasmed. Speaking of faces, it looked like Sigmeyre was enjoying himself just as much. He closed his eyes and bent back his head, his throat bulging out slightly as he took a gulp of seed. His slick scales let the cum slide off of him slowly. He opened his eyes and Rye saw that he had a second, transparent eyelid of sorts, and that he was looking directly at the human.

For a moment, Rye felt very small indeed. The dragon looked right into him, it was so very different from any look that Ghreys gave him… And it had been a while since he had seen many other faces! But It wasn’t a face that was cruel or unkind, it was just- Different. The eyes were filled with knowledge, and an assuredness in what to do with it! If he could harness the potential of this… Ingredient, what could he do? What would he do?

As Ghreys orgasm began to die down, Rye could feel his posture returning to something more comfortable. The Bulls balls returned to a more reasonable size, and his cock had softened to a pleasant and meaty pink. Rye pulled himself from the bull, feeling the gluey cum pull apart as he separated from it. His eyes were still locked with Sigmeyre however. But he saw just a hint of something; a little squint, a small sharp exhale. The dragon chuckled at the sight before him. Rye almost felt embarrassed, but he was far, far beyond that at this point. Instead he himself gave a smile. And as he turned his head to face Ghreys, he could see that he was coming out of his glazed orgasmic visage and into a comfortable grin as well.

They all took a pleasurable moment to soak it in.

“Ahhh, wonderful.” Sigmeyre finally spoke. He sounded a bit gummed up, and took a moment to try and lick some of the sticky cum from his teeth. “Your mate is a true treasure Rye.”

The human blushed and gave an awkward smile. He felt Ghreys hand on his shoulder, even as the cum cooled, he was still so warm.

“HmmmMmm,” Ghreys cleared his throat. “I’m guessin’ that's enough?”

Sigmeyre raised his eyebrows… Or… Eyebrow-area muscles? “That and far more. It would be a shame to send you away with nothing, so let me give you a small gift.” Before the two could give any grievance, The flames on Sigmeyre’s horns shone bright once more. A few scattered ingredients materialized in the air, a knotted green branch, an exotic downy feather… A generous glob of Ghreys cum… Rye was fascinated as more conjured before his eyes. And those eyes quickly lit up with excitement.

“Oh… I…” Rye stuttered. “I should have thought of-” He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “Thank you, thank you very much.” The ingredients turned and twisted and and came together just so, perfectly and to a trained rhythm, like the waves of magic in the air bent to Sigmeyre’s clawed paw. The ingredients were brought to Sigmeyre’s mouth, and he gave a breath of heat. Everything came together and began to simmer in the air. Eventually a crystalline drop fell, stopping in the air and seeming to harden before it was gently brought to the ground.

“You are welcome.” Sigmeyre gave a knowing smile.

Rye quickly stepped over a puddle or two of seed and looked at the crystal drop. He hesitated for a moment, but as he touched it he could feel that it was glassy and firm… And warm. He turned with a great grin to Ghreys, who cocked his head slightly.

“What’s it?” He asked. Rye came over to him and stepped over his leg. He moved and positioned himself so that his legs hugged Ghreys abdomen, and he sat directly on his sheath.

The human gave a knowing look, “Guess.” Rye whispered.

Ghreys felt Rye grab his jaw with his free hand and pull the bull into a kiss. The minotaur closed his eyes and forgot the strange situation around him for a moment. Rye’s kiss tasted just as wonderful as ever.

Remembering that they weren't the only ones there, Rye cleared his throat… There was still the taste of thick porcelain seed on his lips. “Uhhh, so… Are you ‘satisfied’ enough to walk, Sir?”

The wide pink nostrils let out a heated breath right against Rye. The boy had forgotten that it was not that long ago that he gave the bull the same look, that day that he had first seen the minotaur sitting on the floor of that shack, filling a barrel with fine white jizz. It was the kind of look that Ghreys had fallen in love with, and it told him what was on the human’s mind as clear as a signpost.

“No need to lie to me boy,” Ghreys chuckled, “we’ve come this far eh? I can see it clear on your face, and I can't say I exactly blame ‘ya.”

Rye was surprised as Ghreys flipped him over, he almost slipped on some cum as he was suddenly on his hands and knees.

“Don’t feel much like waiting. So how bout it son?”

The heat that Rye felt behind him was matched by a wave of hot breath from Sigmeyre, who lounged on his side and began stroking his own soft sheath. Rye didn’t need to speak his answer, instead he pressed his hips back and eyed the Crystal drop, which was quickly grabbed by Ghreys mighty mitts.

The minotaur looked at the… Container with a slightly confused eye. “As if bottles werent fuckin’ hard enough-” he mumbled. Finally the tip of the drop seemed to melt in the heat of his hand, and a thick, hot liquid greeted his eye.

“This’s been a long time coming boy, let’s get to fuckin.” Ghreys poured a thick, syrupy ribbon of the crystalline potion over his hardening dick as it rose from his wrinkled sheath. He pulled his cock to rest right on Rye’s back, he knew the human loved to feel the weight on his body, well soon he was going to know its weight deep, deep inside him. The goo sheeted over the prime beef like a shimmering glaze, and its heat dug deep into the flesh. The heat dug into his recovering balls and felt their full force come back again. Ghreys drug his coated cock over Rye’s spine. The heat penetrated him as well, bringing a lovely glowing warmth to his insides… This was happening, this was really happening. Here and now.

Ghreys cock hardened to its full and glorious self, rising from Rye’s skin and dripping a few glimmering drops of the potion onto him. It seemed to dissipate into Rye, likely going right where it needed to go. The bull tipped the crystal over Rye’s beautiful little ass. At last Ghreys was going to see it kiss his sheath, it made his cock swell with pride. The liquid seemed to slow its slick run over Rye’s skin for a moment, hovering on his asshole as its magical energies made their way into Rye’s body. All the blood in the human seemed to flow to his nethers, toward the hot bullocock and the liquid covering it. The emptiness he felt inside was desperately needing to be filled. It was like his body and mind were converging on a single idea. To get absolutely fucked.

The last of the crystal melted in Ghreys hand, which he proceeded to slather across his cock. The heat and power of the fluid was soaked up by his cockmeat, leaving the slick, empty fluid behind. It felt wonderful. With the pre that was flowing freely from the flat head of his dick he hardly needed lube. But then again, with what he was about to do...

While the two prepared to make love, Sigmeyre watched with anticipation. His cock slipped from deep inside his sheath, and swelled with blood at the sight set before him. The shiny black of his cockhead stood out from the matte sooty darkness of his flesh. As it made its way into the open, Sigmeyre took his paw and began coaxing his sheath and balls. It had been so long since he had had company, especially of this nature. The thought that he was going to send them away seemed a worthless idea now, these were not the kind to become an issue. No, these were guests; guests who deserved the very best of Sigmeyre’s hospitality. It simply seemed rude not to welcome the entertainment before him, and perhaps participate a bit. As his dragonhood hardened into its majestic fullness, its ample features were clear. He himself had a bit of a flat cockhead, perhaps that was what softened him to the minotaur, but he had no medial ring, instead a more draconic set of ridges adorned the underside of his dick. At its base, the cock swelled a bit, not exactly a “knot,” but certainly something to let any partner know that the great dragon had hilted. In its full size it was quite glorious, if Sigmeyre were to say so himself. A proud encapsulation of his draconic virility. His loins stirred at the two before him, and he knew that the gorgeous mess they would make tonight would make the great orgasmic flood of Ghreys moments ago look like a mere spill.

However, the pair paid little attention to the dragon at the moment, they were far too busy in their own duties. Ghreys lifted his heavy cock and looked upon the miniscule asshole it was about to destroy. But if anything was going to get them together, a dragon’s magic fuck potion was probably it. He angled it to Rye as his human took long, anticipatory breaths. As was a common position for the two, ghreys set his cockhead to sit flush with Rye’s ass, pressing itself into the crease as the thick pre sealed them together. This was normally the limit for the two. However…

“This’s it,” Ghreys said as he put pressure onto his humans body. The usual resistance he felt as he began pressing his massive cock to the succulent, small, ass felt just a bit less. But as the bull grabbed Rye by the sides and began pulling him into his fuckpole, things began to feel different.

“Oh fuck, I...It’s so fucking big.” Rye felt himself giving way to the bull, and it was insane! The cockhead was beggining to press into his muscle, and his body’s usual firm denial was replaced with an unbelievable stretching sensation. As soon as he thought his limit was being reached, the cock opened him just a bit more. He felt the passage of his ass stretch and stretch. For Ghreys, he knew that he would soon pass the previously impenetrable barrier of his love, and it made his cock suddenly lurch. Without warning, the smooth head of Ghrey’s cock pushed past the barrier. “AHHHHH!” Rye screamed. He thought he was going to be destroyed as the head passed his sphincter, and his body pulled the familiar but foreign dick inside him, closing back around the shaft.

“GhhhAAhooooo,” Ghreys half mooed, half howled. As he was practically sucked in by the suddenly strong ass muscles of Rye, he could not hold on. He grabbed Rye and pulled him back, while he humped forward hard.

Rye gasped in surprise, then gave a moaning scream of delight. He was stuffed with cock before he knew it. He felt the strong muscles of Ghreys sink his cock deep, deep inside. His stomach bulged outward and upward. The cock dug so far into him, touching the untouched and stretching the unstretched. He took a hand and grabbed the cockbulge in his stomach, he could feel it pulse, grow, and soften as his guts were coated in pre. Ghreys didn’t stop, his instincts told him to hilt, he needed his cock to be deeper than deep.

Pressure continued, a barrier inside Rye was no match for Ghreys strength and resolve. The dickbulge bent as Ghreys cockmeat slipped into Rye, with a slip of his insides, the dick was pushed far enough that Rye could feel him in his sternum. He saw stars, his vision was pitted with light and his mind was mush. He gave a gentle grunt. Ghreys couldn’t stop himself, his Minotaur instincts telling him to continue. It had not been five seconds since he had slipped into Rye, yet he was determined that before two seconds more he was going to hilt. No further barriers seemed to be in place to stop him as dick slipped through Rye’s slick body.

Rye swore he could feel it in his chest, and he wanted more. He pushed back with what little strength he could as his insides were rearranged. Ghreys gave another hump and Rye almost passed out from the electric sensations in his body. His eyes fluttered and his mouth drooled. And his ass… His ass came to rest. It rested on Ghrey’s pillowy sheath. Before either of them had noticed, Ghreys was completely inside.

For a moment, Ghreys came to his senses. Fuck, he must have practically killed him! Rye’s moans of pleasure went on deaf ears as hot blood rushed past Ghreys perked listeners. But as he tried to pull out, his muscles tensed, and he was hilted once more.

“AH, YES OH FUUUCK!” Rye cried out as his every nerve went alight. He cried in pleasure as Ghreys humped him. “FUCK, go, keep going, PLEASE!” Rye begged.

Ghreys heard these words, and let go. Whatever cautious sensibilities he usually held were put aside, as his bestial instincts took over. The limits he usually put on his incredible strength were cast aside. He pulled more than half of his massive cock out of Rye, the sucking sensation lasting but a moment before he slammed back into his love. Rye was feeling something similar, his trained mind pushed aside as the most primal parts of his brain were smashed by the pleasure of fucking. His head was swimming in the pleasurable ocean of his every nerve reacting to the massive cock. Without really noticing in the midst of all this, Rye came once more. It was a very small amount of output, but for Ghreys…

“EAUUUGH, DAmmn~” he trailed off, Rye’s body massaging him inside. The tight orifice clenched with Rye’s orgasm. It was far stronger than either of them could have expected, but Ghreys was certainly on the more receiving end of things. The flesh of his meat was squished and massaged by Rye, its vice-like grip made the Bull’s balls clench and shudder. They churned again, even stronger than before, if that was possible.The heat that came off of the two melted any of the icy conditions they once felt, and with the great beast not far from them, the place was practically a sauna. Ghreys held Rye to him as he continued humping, not pulling far out as he held tight to the human. The moaning and mooing was interrupted regularly by panting and deep breaths, both of them had fucked each other to near exhaustion.

There wasn’t a word as Ghreys felt his peak approaching. They wanted this to go on forever, but with Rye practically comatose and Ghreys feeling the last of his energy focus into his nuts, there was no escaping.

“I love you,” Rye whispered.

“I’m about to show you how much I love you,” Ghreys whispered back, before hilting again with the raw and wrecked ass of Rye. Ghreys balls gave a final swell as the two held together in their embrace. Ghreys gave only a short huff, it was all he could muster. His cock swelled, and he felt the rush of cum through his cock. Rye felt a harsh pulse within him, followed by the balmy sensation of his body being flooded with hot bull jizz. Rye had taken cumshots many, many times, into every orifice that Ghreys could press his massive meat against, but it was never like this. The cockbulge in him softened as thick gunk filled every part of him. Weight pulled him down, the strong arms of Ghreys stopping him from falling to the ground in heavy exhaustion. His stomach distended as the bull continued to cum, his sheath still firmly against Rye’s cheeks.

Everything slowed down, the moment seeming to hold on the two as they processed what had just happened. It seemed like this quiet, beautiful moment would last forever…

“RRRRAAAAAUUGGHHH”, With a roar worthy of the great dragon, Sigmeyre came to his peak. It was with just enough of a delay that the two mortals managed to turn their eyes to the dragon, just as a wall of white filled their vision.

The human could not help but feel a bit soiled underneath his clothing. No amount of licking from either bull nor dragon could wash away the essences that had soaked into his skin… He would not have it any other way. All of his thick winter layers felt unnecessary in the sauna-like presence of Sigmeyre, but the two smaller creatures knew they had a fair walk back to the cabin. It was beginning to get a bit dark as well, it had seemed like minutes ago things had begun to heat up…

“If it would interest you as much as I,” Sigmeyre spoke, “It would be my pleasure to welcome my neighbors back into my home, if they so wished.” Both Ghreys and Rye were surprised by the sudden invite. Sigmeyre continued as the two were left speechless, “I find your company to be very agreeable. It has been too long since I have had any others to converse or copulate with. My time of isolation was intriguing and insightful, but fate has brought us together, my friends, and I don't tend to deny fate.”

A deep grin settled on the dragon's face and his horns set to a strong fiery glow. Rye smiled back, a nervous excitement warming him even deeper. His mind skimmed over the invitation, unable to really think clearly… And with a step or two it seemed he was not able to walk very clearly either.

Ghreys chuckled at this. “I think we’ll take you up on that neighbor.” He casually grabbed Rye and tucked him under his arm. The massive beast smelled of sweat, and seed, and bull, and dragon. Rye sleepily drooped in the arms of his love, he hardly had the strength to argue against being carried home, so he decided against it.

“Ah, and before I see you off…” Sigmeyre swirled his hand about. Before a blink something dropped to his paw, which he reached out to the pair. Upon it was another frozen drop of fluid. “A parting gift, I am sure that we together could compose many great alchemical arts, I would be interested in using your fine ingredients in particular.”

Rye was already exhausted beyond the ability to do anything more, so Ghreys gently took the glassious container and placed it into Ryes bag, which hung across the bull’s shoulder. “Lookin’ forward to it, thanks. Best I get going, feel like I’m a step away from goin’ out ‘same as my boy. Bettin’ we’ll be busy tomorrow…” Ghreys pulled Rye close and gave him a kiss to the back of the head before slinging him over his shoulder. Rye’d usually protest, but before a word could leave his mouth he was out. 

Tis’ the end of this chapter, but certainly not the last time we will see these two and their new neighbor! Please feel free to give critique or feedback of any kind.