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Vos huffed, pawing curiously at the ground, there was something here, something sweet he could smell it just under the surface. Long snout popped up again scenting the air. Master was still close tending to camp, dinner maybe? Ducking back down under the thick brush again, black claws working at the thick roots, scent of his hidden treat growing stronger and stronger with each swipe. Muzzle stuffed into the shallow hole and inhaling sharply.

Claws pushed, arms flexing dragging his snout back out, hard sneeze rattling his thick neck, another sneeze chasing it and another chasing that one. Black tongue wagged across his snout before he gave his head another shake. Strange but Vos stuffed his muzzle back into the cramp hole, nipping at the ends of his treat. Heat started at the tip of his nose but the beast ignored it, another sneeze maybe. The jerk and tense didn't come the heat spreading down the roof of his snout wetting his mouth as it rushed down his throat. The dragon pulled back coughing and heat spreading to the barrel of his chest, a fuzziness blooming new and strange. Back peddling with a shake of his head, vision blurring for a moment.

This was no good.

The feeling didn't lessen when he abandoned the hole or as we made his way back to camp. Vos kept shaking his long snout hoping it'd fix the issue to no relief. The heat, the fire had bloomed down the long sides of his chest and down the soft inner walls of his thighs. "Nnnh." Wobbly legs finally lead him back to camp, Master could fix this.

 

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Uriel had let Vos wonder off on his own while he got everything in camp settled; not that his companion was horribly distracting or anything and could be helpful but he found setting up fires, making food, and stuff like that to be far more pleasant to do on your own since it was mostly just busy work anyway. At the point that Vos had been starting to make his way back Uriel was finished anyway and was standing back to make sure the tent he had set up looked how it should. He noticed the large creature returning, his head turning to look at him.

"Are you alright?" he asked Vos, noticing that he appeared to be behaving strangely. He's traveled with Vos for a long time at this point and was keen on noticing changes in his behavior. He could probably read him if was something subtle, but he wouldn't say this was the most subtle. He seemed more wobbly than usual, so he figured he may have gotten into something or hit his head really hard. Something probably not good. "Maybe you should lie down" He made his way to him, his hand touching the side of his jaw lightly. his eyes doing a quick scan of him to see if there was some sort of obvious cause of whatever was getting to his companion. There was concern in his green eyes, due to his uncertainty of what was wrong with him.

Uriel dealt a lot with magic and things in the wild at this point and also knew how to heal physical injury if he had hit his head, but he would need to see what was all wrong with him before he could come to any conclusion about what to do which also kindof worried him since it could very well be something poisonous or deadly that he would have to act quickly to remedy. But those solutions could do a lot of harm if it isn't the issue and he didn't want to add to whatever was getting to him. So it was best to monitor him for a moment before making any decisions.

 

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Vos continued to whine his masters touches only worsening the heat now running rampant in his system. He should have stayed at camp, should have watched his master make up the space instead of digging. He should have been a good boy. Mouth hung open, panting now as the heat finally reached the tip of his anxiously wagging tail. Why wasn't master helping! Heavy green eyes struggled to open and look up at his partner... a hunger filling his blurring vision.

Shakily pushing himself up, he sneezed again. The heat, why wasn't master helping it was unbearable! Vos stumbled forward using his weight to topple them both ...Oh, that was better, the contact, the warmth from Uriel. The heavy sway of his balls brushing against his masters thigh and up against his belly. Vos ground against the heady relief, the twinge and pull of his cock unmistakable as it began to swell out of his sheath, wet and sticky pre-cum catching against his master's pants. "Nnng." He need more, more friction, more heat.

 

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Uriel watched as he sneezed and then suddenly was knocked down under the weight of him. He fell back, feeling the weight of Vos on top of him. He wasn't exactly what he would call comfortable. He put his hands on him and tried to push the warm body off of his but he wasn't exactly the lightest. He was a mount, after all. He was muscular and large enough to ride. He wasn't about to just push him off. Uriel wasn't exactly an athlete himself. He was fit, sure, but physically strong not really. He wasn't really trying his hardest though mostly because having him laying on him wasn't actually much of a problem.

"Get up you big oaf" he said but that was when it got weird. He didn't so much notice his balls against his thighs and up to his belly. He did notice the grinding down against him and the slow emergence of his cock against his pants. Oh. So it was like that. "Vos, no" he said, sounding stern. He was a good boy so he was sure that would be enough to get him to stop what he was doing, entirely based on his faith in him. He didn't really know what he could do for him, but letting him grind his big ol' dick against his clothes wasn't what he would call an ideal option.

He would in fact like to be far from doing that, since he was a little uncomfortable about coming into contact with it at all. Plus, he was getting... stuff... on his pants. And it could only get worse. He would rather not have to strip down and wash his companion's ejaculate from his clothing if he let this go on. Assuming that this would be all he ended up doing. Which was probably not the worst possible outcome. But any outcome was avoidable as far as Uriel was concerned.

 

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Off? But master was helping, the friction was helping! Vos paused his humping to look down at his rider. The still half hard length of his cock throbbed in the space between them the unnatural heat creating copious amounts of pre-cum to ease his slide, now only further staining Uriel. The musky liquid oozed from the half flared tip making it glossy with need. Vos had half a mind to keep going, to see just how far he could take this. Maybe master would be nice since Vos was such a sweet boy and help him.

No such luck.

Ears pinned down sharply at the no ... but it was helping. Setting his jaw, Vos gave in to the command for now and climbed pass his master, floppy cock dragging against the man's face as he passed over him. Another bump of heat shot up the organ, forcing even more liquid out but Vos could only whine. Being a good boy he sat down half a step away from his master, cock still throbbing beneath him, pre-cum quickly forming a shallow puddle at the tip of his cock.

 

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Uriel was relieved when he seemed to listen and move to get off of him, but a little less than amused about the pre-cum that was trailed all over his close and up his face now. He sat up after he moved off of him and looked at the extent of how much got on his clothes. He reached down to feel the damp spots he left behind and made a face. He decided the best thing he could do right now is to change his clothes into... whatever he may have laying around. Then try to find something to calm Vos down.

He stood up and made his way to the bag Vos usually carried, digging around and pulling out the only thing he really had extra which was a while tunic. He looked back at Vos, feeling bad for what was happening to him and trying to think of ways he can help before he turned to undress and put on the tunic which unfortunately he didn't really have means of pants for. He usually just replaced his regular top get up with this when he was going into towns or what not as to blend in a little better and not particularly look like an outsider. He used a clean part of his pants to wipe off his face before setting them down on a rock to be washed when he had this figured out.

"Alright boy what are we going to do with you" he said idly as he took off his top garments and throwing them down next to his pants. Without even trying he pressed his legs together to hide what was between them. Or more appropriately what WASN'T between them. Even though he was with Vos who didn't give a shit, it was a habit he had gotten into since early childhood. But when he was alone with Vos and noticed it he stopped, which he did this time. Vos was the last person to make fun of him because of the cunt that sat between his legs. In fact, what would he even say. Does he even notice it's different? He figured not. He pulled the tunic over his head.

 

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Vos watched silently tracking his riders movements, claws digging uneasy into the soft soil when he began to undress. Cocking jerked to full length, smacking against his belly with interest. Uriel was attracted enough, plump and round in the right places it was a wonder his master wasn't mated by now. Vos had some ideas what they could do, leaky cock agreed with those ideas.

Pushing up Vos came over to Uriel, curious about the sudden modesty. Master didn't have to hide from him and especially not here. Snout pressed between his thighs, interest clear as the wagging tongue between his legs tasting his sex. Paw came up, gently gripping the the swell of his ass to hold his master just so. Tongue pulled up, parting the lips of his cunt in gentle exploratory probes.

 

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Uriel was surprised when he came up to him and was even more surprised when he shoved his snout between his legs. The tongue that pushed between the lips of his privates caused a shiver to run up his spine. His hand automatically moved to Vos' horn, gripping lightly. His other hand holding the bunched up fabric of his tunic around his neck since he was caught in the middle of pulling it down. He didn't move for a moment, exhaling heavily. He didn't really do a whole lot with anything down there so just the hot breath on his genitals was enough to cause arousal. The licking caused him to start getting a little wet down there.

"Vos, no" he said again but not as sternly. It actually sounded like it came with a tone of slight indecisiveness. He couldn't let him do that, he was his mount after all. You can't just let your pet do something like that. Even if it felt nice. He moved his hand to to side of Vos' head and lightly pushed to get him to stop. The paw that hold his ass making it hard to just push him away since he was so firmly in place and holding Uriel in a place so he couldn't just step back or something.

 

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He said it again! Vos pulled back for a moment to lick across his chops, if Uriel really wanted to stop him he would. Nosing into the slick cunt again Vos went to work collecting the shiny liquid that had already started to moisten his thighs. The brief relief he got from tasting his master only ignited the heat surging through his veins, his cock gave another more urgent throb.

Wide tongue slide back the span of his tasty little cunt, flicking forward in a curious roll the fleshy spines decorating his tongue finding purchase on the bump of Uriel's hidden clit. His mouth began to water making the exploratory rolls easier and easier till he couldn't tell the difference between his saliva and Uriel's salty juices.

Blunt tip lolled back poking at the tight ring of his pucker, slick push forcing the ring to yield to his advances. Tongue surged forward filling the space eagerly.

 

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Uriel took a brief moment to gather himself as Vos pulled away. He ran a hand through his hair but by the time he was done even doing that Vos just went right back to it, this time was kindof worse than it was the first time. This time the creature seemed to just really go for it. The feeling of his tongue moving up along his clit brought out a small moan that he hadn't prepared for in the slightest. He went to push him away again but instead he just lightly touched his hands on his companions horns. The part of his mind that told him that this was messed up was getting quieter and quieter, replaced by the idea of that if it was only this maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He certainly wouldn't let him go further, but maybe this on it's own was alright. No, it wasn't.. but it was.

He was very conflicted but his thoughts were soon pretty clouded when the tongue not only lapped at him but actually ended up entering him. The feeling of his tongue pressing through him, hot and coated with saliva and the fluids that Uriel was now liberally producing with his hot breath on the outside was frankly a really good sensation, bringing out another unexpected moan. That was when he made the official decision to let him continue this, but definitely not anything further. He noticed Vos' seemingly painful erect cock, and he was about to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't do anything with it. He already felt like a horrible person for letting this first thing happen, there was no way he was about to let anything else happen. "Fine, you win" he exhaled. He didn't have to talk to Vos but he always did. He always talked to him like he was just another person, sometimes even talking for him playfully. Now wasn't about to be different.

 

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Oh, so his master was a little whore! Vos' smart blue eyes laughed as his muzzle opened wider allowing the full length of his tongue to explore the dark, moist little corners of the man's hole. This would be the perfect home for his cock once he pushed his master down and got him worked good and open. The thick rope of his tongue worked back and forth fucking into Uriel with little care for his comfort, mouth watering further the longer he fed his tongue to the greedy tunnel.

"Nnng." Vos pulled back suddenly emptying soft gape of his ass, snout bumping at Uriel's thigh again. He was being a good mate, got his cunt all slippery and hungry for his cock, even opened up his second hole for fucking. Uriel was suppose to present, that was how this worked! Vos pushed at his thigh again, more insistent his thin patience wearing thinner the longer his aching cock was left ignored.

Left unchecked the spores had ran rampant dark cock seeming larger, heavier between his legs the last time Uriel had glanced at it. His balls ached, feeling full and over ripe, they too seeming that much larger.

 

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Uriel moaned as Vos' tongue assaulted his insides, legs feeling a little shaky. It was a little uncomfortable but it also felt so good. He didn't want to admit that to himself and wouldn't admit it to anybody else ever in his life, surely. When he pulled back suddenly he was relieved, hoping that was the end of it. But it wasn't, quickly the creature's heavy snout bumping his thigh. "No, Vos" he said, voice a little breathy. He couldn't give in on this, he had to put his foot down. "Go lay down while I find something to help you" he ordered. He did catch a glance at his cock and it looked much more menacing than it did a moment ago.

Uriel tried to side step away from Vos but lacking grace he ended up tripping on his paw and falling face first into the ground. He hit his chin first, which didn't feel great. So for a moment he forgot to pay attention to Vos. Hoping he obeyed him. He got on his knees and hands to get himself off the ground as he rubbed his chin. He didn't seem to actually be injured, but it didn't feel great still. He made the motion to start to stand up.

 

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Frown pulled at the edges of his muzzle, Vos not moving from the spot. He had done his job as a good mate and he should be rewarded for it. Blue eyes narrowed at the order snout turning up. He should be rewarded had Vos not cared as much as he did he would have held Uriel down and drove his cock into his wet little cunt.

Oh that was it, Uriel was just playing hard to get~ Vos pounced, easily smothering the smaller male with his weight, hips already blindly jerking into the promise of heat and release. Leaning forward, barrel chest held his rider right where he wanted him, a content purr vibrating the full length of his chest. Blunt tip finally found home, silky folds not as welcoming as he'd hoped but that sweet wet slide drove his hips forward, harder and faster seeking purchase.

Vos grunted deep in his chest, cock snapping forward into Uriel's perfect little cunt. Tongue lolled out as he rocked forward bumpy ridges spreading the abused rim of his hole, medium ring next, the band engorged to nearly double it's size caught presistently. Vos huffed fucking forward harder his first orgasm hitting him suddenly but not slowing him down. Cum flooded the small space and with no other place to go it rushed right back out squirting nosily around Vos' still pumping cock.