The Ceremony of Dragons

"Cum again!"

He would not tease the crowd by denying such a request and he pulled his cock out, sending a thick stream of cum over his cloaca, although it would not cover up any markings he had received but slough slickly off his scales. He wouldn't have wanted any votes to suddenly not count, after all, but there was a lot more that he had in store too, a show to put on as he rolled onto his back, using his tail to thrust his hind end up from the ground, partway lifted, just to give everyone a better view of how his cock slammed into him.

Twisting and driving, it crammed every last inch that it could get into its master's cunt, a mindless peon in the grand scheme of draconic breeding. And Xigfeldo felt everything, every last tiny sensation that may have otherwise have been overlooked if he'd been fucking another dragon. His cock tingled, the other dragon's ridges catching and pulling in the most perfect of ways, his soft passage closing around it in a ripple and a pulse that felt as if his body was trying to pull it deeper inside him still. Of course, he was actively trying to do that with his incredible muscular control but there was no way to possibly get his cock any deeper than it was already -- not unless he made it grow more and it was already such a perfect fit in his cunny that he was loathe to change a single thing.

The crowd grew bored, however, of seeing one dragon in one place fucking himself and edged away -- he had to do something! Flipping over, he snarled and bent his hind legs, powering himself up and into the air as he roared out his lust, signalling to everyone there that he was the one to be reckoned with, the one that would rule them all, be the champion over all else. Maybe it was a conceited thought to have but there never had been any shame in knowing the true strength and depth of one's ability and being willing to show it off. Everyone was there for the same reason that he was, after all, so everyone was in the same flight and no one would think strangely of it. Frankly, Xigfeldo wouldn't care if they did.

Beating his wings, he flapped and soared, lifting himself up higher and higher from the swaying throng, most of the volunteers staring up at him while the competitors desperately tried to regain their attention. It was a futile endeavour, however, as Xigfeldo laughed recklessly, looping and spiralling and pirouetting in mid-air, showing off the full extent of his aerobatic acrobatic ability as his cock continued on fucking him. Huffing, he fought for control of his mind, wings trembling, but he had to go on, had to keep putting on the kinkiest display they'd ever seen, all for the championship that was his to take.

His cock slapped free of his cunny, deliberately, and the crowd roared in turn with him as he splattered them with semen, his creamy mess raining down with a good dose of his oily essence too. They'd know that it was his aphrodisiac perfume mixed into it, of course, but no one really cared if he was trying to make them enjoy it all the more for it was all a game that everyone was playing to win and not even another silver dragon could fail to be swayed by his glorious scent, thrumming up heady and strong as they sucked in greedy, short puffs of breath.

They clamoured for him but, eventually, Xigfeldo had to land again and the dragons converged on him, marks covering seemingly every part of his body. That was just his lustful mind at work, however, telling him that far more was happening than was in reality, the sticky, gluey essence of their mark lingering on him. He hoped his parents were getting all his scores down accurately particularly after such a windfall.

The only downfall to his escapade was that the dragons that had been watching, of course, had to go off and satisfy their lust elsewhere, though some lingered, eyes on him. He played up to them, strutting and puffing out his chest as if to put himself well and truly on show, his head held high as he pranced out on parade, acting the part of the champion prince or princess anyway. He could be either, considering his gender, and either would be fine for him, as long as he was hailed and heralded as the best breeder dragon of them all with his cock hanging thick and wanton, seeking a hot hole to plough into, beneath him. He would not be solo for long, however, with a rustle of silver scales moving through the cluster of admirers nearby.

"You... You are divine."

And Xigfeldo could have said the same about her, the silver dragoness (though she clearly was of a dual gender, considering the massive length of dragon-meat dangling between her hind legs) approaching him at a slow, sensual stalk. Everything about her came with an air that she could afford to take her time with him, taking him in from every angle, the tip of her tail trailing up under his chin with such sweetness that Xigfeldo could not help but shiver. He would never know her name but that dragoness would become one that softly haunted his dreams, lingering and drawing him into sexual adventures that sometimes felt more lucid than controlled by his unconscious in any way, shape or form. Maybe her magic was simply that practised that she could slip into his dreams? He would never know but he would, indeed, continue to dream.

She wound herself around him and Xigfeldo rumbled his soft approval as he leaned into her touch, kissing and licking, his tongue teasing over her cloaca and even slipping inside her vent when it was presented to him. There was no question as to who wanted who and Xigfeldo nuzzled up under her tail, cock throbbing and twitching with ardent desire for her, despite his recent climaxes. That was one thing that was true of him sexually too that could be shown, in the end, to give him even more of an edge: sex never tired him out.

Letting Xigfeldo lap at her vent and even grinding her cock back against his muzzle, the silver dragoness purred warmly, front end bowed and back end raised as if in play.

"I can't resist one like you..."

"Nor me."

Unseen while they courted, a black dragon chuckled and stepped to her dipped shoulder, the male and female pair as different as the moon and the night sky that surrounded it, although the silver dragoness rolled her eyes as if she'd seen the black drake before. She scoffed at him and flipped her tail, scooting away, but he followed her so closely that one could have been forgiven for thinking that his interest was in her rather than Xigfeldo, which, while not helpful, would have been an interesting development.

"Ugh... Can't you let me have this one to myself? I swear you're following me around here."

The black dragon's eyes narrowed but Xigfeldo was already turning his tail to them, arching it up over his back so that his flushed and slightly gaping cloaca was on show, cock hanging and drooling viscously. That had their attention and he rolled his hindquarters back lustfully, openly offering himself to them.

"Dragons and dragonesses," he purred throatily. "There's more than enough to go around."

And that was true enough as they worked out how they wanted to test him, to take him -- sometimes the fact that they were doing it as part of the ceremony for young dragons fell by the wayside, dragons getting caught up in the sexual mayhem and madness of it all. The silver dragoness twisted around him and coiled her tail along the length of his, ploughing into his tail hole boldly without asking, though he would have been bound to please her anyway. That hole brought a manner of pleasure to Xigfeldo's mind that may have felt ill-placed coming from a drake as he was more of a top than a bottom, but, with her, he could only moan in satisfaction.

The black took his muzzle and Xigfeldo eagerly slurped on his cock as time slipped by, running his tongue around it and giving the dragon that had already spent himself within so many partners the blowjob of his life. Xigfeldo had no such desire to hold back as he was pounded with such raunchily illicit pleasure under his tail, lifting it high so that the silver dragon could take him with all the fervour she wanted. He would later uncover that she did not often get to indulge that particular kink of hers and his acceptance of it made all the difference to her vote, panting and hammering in as she played her magic over his scales, a pulsing massage that squirmed under his belly, seeking out the very spot where his testis were hidden and located.

He shuddered but a single shudder wasn't going to make any difference to the grand scheme of the ceremony where his orgasm was key, the silver dragon purring and growling as she crammed him full. He needed more and he'd show them more, slipping into a state where he could barely be considered conscious, although his consent was rampant in the slick markings slithering down his scales, the darker cream of them sticking and staining. There was nothing that would remove those markings until the ceremony was completed and, well, even then he would want to wear them as a mark of pride, showing everyone just what he was capable of, how far he could go and, of course, all that he could achieve as a breeding drake.

That was, ultimately, assuming that he won, however, and Xigfeldo growled around the cock in his mouth, striving not to buck and hump back too aggressively as his need rose. It didn't stop there either, fresh sensation overwhelming the old, a tightening in his rump sending shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through his body. Almost as if they were travelling down the length of his spine, his body snaked back and forth, eyes closed, lips parted -- but only there because he was busy taking a monster cock into the back of his throat. Moaning around it, he suckled it deep, using his tongue and the coolness of his breath to tease and caress it, giving the male in question everything that he could have ever wanted from such a wickedly devious liaison and then some.

Huffing, the dragoness leaned over him, her cock rammed deep, breath heavy as she put her lips close to the indent of his ears, brushing his scales.

"Mmm... This is a tight hole for you, isn't it?"

Her teasing was playful enough that he rumbled his acquiescence but he was a drake of pleasure and, with him, it was an 'anything goes' kind of deal. Pleasure was pleasure and he could not have chosen a sexier dragoness to slam into him, the pulsing twitch and ripple of her magic making him want to cum right then and there but she kept him on the edge -- and he allowed it too. He was confident that he could have thrown her off and stolen every last bit of the pleasure for himself if he so chose but that wasn't how they played the game as he growled and moaned, narrowing his focus to the realm of pleasure and no more than that. Ecstasy, that tricksy fiend, would come in due course.

It was for patience with those too, letting the two of them snarl and rock together, trying to outdo one another -- and he had to play his cards just right too. The black dragon didn't want to cum too quickly but Xigfeldo had to get him off at exactly the right moment where he could best show off his breeding prowess to the dragoness. The focus should have been on him but, in some parts of the ceremony, his destiny was merely to be a tool to be used and he would be the best they'd ever had, his sights set on a greater pleasure.

Slurping and suckling, he tensed and let out a muffled roar that still, somehow, managed to reverberate as his tail hole was ploughed, her magic tickling his cock with a light touch -- and yet that touch was still enough to get him off, on a hair-trigger. He could enjoy that orgasm, playing with her shaft as she thrust and pounded him, panting heavily as the effort of sex took its toll on her. Not that that would stop a dragoness like her, however, for Xigfeldo should have known just how close she had come to being a champion in her own ceremony, although she had since aged out of the group that would be taken into each decade's challengers. It would have been a pity, for he would have to seek her out on his own after the ceremony to see how they could explore their lusts with one another. If she'd been a previous winner, of course, he would not have met her right then but later, when she was breeding him after the challenge itself was complete.

He pushed on, sucking and slurping and drawing the black drake off a moment before the dragoness shrieked out her climax, an otherworldly cry splitting the air as she rammed in harder and faster, his muscles working furiously to stimulate her. His control was not only limited to his cock and cunny, after all, and his many talents deserved a stage to be shown, tongue swiping along the fleshy girth of the cock in his mouth, tickling at the back of his throat.

After they'd spent themselves, the strangely well-matched duo marked him with one on each cheek, their votes obvious to all and impossible to miss. Yet that was not the end of it and only one who had spent years watching the ceremonies already, once they had come of age, would understand just how long they could go on with so many competitors present all at once. The day passed and he rolled onto his back, allowing a gold to mount and ride him, taking his cock deep into her cloaca and sex as she howled, squirting on him and covering him with so much of her slick juices that it nearly covered up his marks. It was good fortune indeed that they were designed to stay and, regardless, they would have been counted anyway by those set to the task.

He knew they'd be proud of him, his silver and black parents, the duo rumbling their approval even if he had not seen them in years. Dragons did not stay with their parents for long, leaving the nest soon after they were deemed self-sufficient, often in their own eyes, but there was still a familial fondness there. Neither did dragons mate for life and his parents had had other partners during the course of their lives and, undoubtedly, would have others. Whether they were living as mates at the moment or not was not his business, although it would have made him smirk to see his mother waddling, perhaps, heavy with a clutch of eggs whether or not they belonged to his father.

It was simply an arousing thought.

More dragons came and went, not all of them leaving their marks but the stakes were high in the ceremony and there was much still that the dragons had to do to impress. After the initial bouts were good and done, the competitors had to up their game and Xigfeldo cavorted in mid-air, spraying the crowd with his seed, challenging them to take them. Out of all the dragons there meeting the challenges of the ceremony, he was by far the cockiest, the one who believed absolutely believed that he was the best of the best, the one to take them all. He landed in the midst of a cluster of black dragons, males and females and those with both genders too, and disrupted their fun, sending a competitor scarpering, too few marks on her hide to be of any sort of threat during the competition.

The losers would have their chance again but his world narrowed to one of lust as dragons came and went, the volunteers changing shifts so that they could best ensure the fairness of the ceremony. Well, that was what they said but even Xigfeldo knew that, as he lay on his back, slithering his tongue into one needy dragoness cunt after the other, they only wanted more of a chance to experience the pleasures of the competitors. There were many that wanted to enjoy them and it would have otherwise been a shame for them to not please everyone, their lives for those few days reduced to sexual desire.

There was no sense of the passage of time where no natural light showed but Xigfeldo held true to his nature, moving from one partner to the next as their sessions grew more intense, raunchily lustful. He found a green dragon that enjoyed watersports and they enjoyed one another by trading markings in that manner, the reek of them attracting the attention of those interested too in such kinky scent play, flirting with the hot stream of urine with their flickering, darting tongues. Others wanted to serve him, to adore his cock and his vent, and he allowed them to do so, laying back against a fallen tree trunk like a king adoring his charges, tail stretched out, a dragon well and truly in his element.

One encounter blurred into the next but there could be no disputing the ultimate champion as the ceremony rose to its tenacious climax, dragons growing restless as the time grew nearer and nearer for the votes to be counted. And then, oh, only then, would they see the truth of it all, the one what they would have to seek out across the lands to get a taste of their prowess, a belly of their eggs or even seed them, depending on how that dragon or dragoness swung.

The announcer climbed his rock, clinging to the precipice of the crag as if to say he could go no further, and bellowed out the climax of the challenge, the time limit that let them all know that things were coming to a close whether they had all the votes that they wanted or not. Although dragons could not strictly become tired from simple sexual activity, they did lose focus and some of the weaker, younger dragons had slipped away, losing the ability to gain more marks as they failed to do as much for the further volunteers moving through them, keen still to get everything they could out of testing them. Yet Xigfeldo's concentration was as solid as ever, coming from his black dragon heritage, and he stood tall and strong and powerful in the very centre of the arena, flanks heaving with breath and his front claws gripping a felled tree. The grounds-dragons would have an awful job clearing everything up after this ceremony and Xigfeldo laughed to himself to think that they may well have been stuck clearing it up until the very next ceremony too.

His final hour was not to be a quiet one, however, as a trio of black dragons converged on him with lustful intent. All were male, which was all the less fun for him as Xigfeldo could not claim any feminine sexes as he had of so many dragonesses at the ceremony. That was a shame and it was the youngest black dragon that lost the bet to take Xigfeldo's feminine passage and sink into that cool embrace, instead offering his tail hole to a dragon who had not had all that many of those throughout the event. How sublime... He was always up for a little change and variety! It looked like most wanted to take Xigfeldo's pussy, which was more than okay with him, but it was a nice change too to plough into a slickly lubricated tail hole too, a hole that was never meant to be penetrated but felt too damn good to ignore also.

"Ah..."

He couldn't have said which of the black dragons made the noise but he felt them clambering up and over his tail, trying to find a good position. They could have made use of both of the holes within his cloaca -- his tail hole, of course, offering a sweetness too as the blue dragon had taken liberty of earlier -- but they had something else in mind, their legs tangled together as not one but two dragon-cocks pressed into his slit. Eyes rolling back, Xigfeldo's grasp on consciousness swayed, the stretch catching him off-guard as he grunted and sank his claws into the ground where he could. One leg lifted from the earth but he couldn't get it back down as he heaved for breath, head snaking back and forth as his body adjusted to it, sealing itself around those cocks without even the semblance of pain: another feature of his body that he was thankful for.

They were feverish in their administrations but Xigfeldo could not complain, struck between arching back and slamming into the tight hole of the third brother, who was tightest by far, he was sure of it. The black dragons on his back humped and thrust awkwardly, although their pleasure was evident in their moans and Xigfeldo rippled his passage around them, teasing and stimulating where they did not have the leverage to thrust. It had the desired effect and, trapped between three, lustful bodies, he groaned and used his muscles and his flexible, thrusting cock to please all of them at once, the best kind of partner that any of them could have ever hoped for in the heat of a moment that stretched on and on and on.