Raw desire

 As soon as Verenar tasted the warm, slick softness of a female eager to receive him against his most sensitive part, Verenar’s body betrayed him. Instead of a slow, calculated thrust meant to slowly adapt his greatly thinned endurance to the confines of heat-struck nether depths, the lust-crazed male plunged his painfully erect cock all the way into Lethandra, both dragons crying in unison from the great and unexpected pleasure that flooded them. Verenar’s eyes immediately squeezed shut, hind legs trembling with the effort to cage in that deeply rooted and perverse desire of shooting his pent-up, burdening seed into a female, claws leaving their sheaths to tear gashes into the to ensure that he remained upon her back and more importantly, inside her.

Supportive, encouraging and equally eager to explore this most potent of pleasures together with her recently matured son before he left her nest, Lethandra nuzzled and licked the underside of his snout and jaw, whining sweetly into his ear while she rubbed her cheek against him. “Thrust. Work yourself up. And when you feel that you can no longer hold back, plunge yourself into me down to the last ridge, so that my depths swallow the entirety of your shaft.”

Her words jumbled in his strained mind, all of his focus shrunk to that tight, unbearably blissful and shuddering tunnel that tugged at his barbs and caressed his ridges in far more vivid ways than he ever anticipated. It was as if her very flesh pulsed with the singular desire to be filled, an ancient and overpowering thirst that entrapped every vulnerable inch of Verenar’s shaft. His heart fluttering with ecstasy and dread alike at how his body felt on the verge of imploding with inner heat, Verenar stretched his hind legs as far as he could to completely remove himself from his mother’s maddening grip and savor a moment of respite, only to whine and whimper in unbridled euphoria. No matter the direction of the movement, every motion, slow or rapid, short or long, stimulated the various features of his shaft, reminding Verenar of their purpose in the most eloquent of ways.

To bring him to climax as quickly as possible and secure his legacy before something interfered. 

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This is but an excerpt into a larger, more intense lesson that the young Verenar learns before leaving the nest, so if you are curious about the rest, find it here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/33950375

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Art done by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/anastasiyavb/