The Ceremony of Dragons

"Well, I think we have your new title now, Xigfeldo," Devastos rumbled with a smirk that he would not hide as the silver-black dragon withdrew, once more, from his dripping pussy. "You're a champion... And you are the princess of this ceremony."

The other dragons, champions and audience alike, roared out their approval as the mark was laid and the deed was done, his title fixed that way for eternity. Other dragons may have felt put out to be called a princess when they identified, predominantly, as male but, truly, Xigfeldo used both parts of his sexual system equally and he could not have thought of a more fitting title as he raised his head high and announced himself with an ear-splitting roar as the new princess.

The other converged on him now that Devastos was finished and he chuckled as a pair of dragonesses nuzzled him down to the ground, one shoving her nose up under his tail to seek out his cloaca, tongue dipping lustfully inside. The other took his head and kissed him deeply, tongues tangling as she explored him, so close so quickly that he barely had a chance to see just who was kissing him, bar the flash of electric blue scales. Her lips fizzed pleasantly against his and he arched back into the dragoness who seemed intent on scoping every drop of semen out of his cloaca, although Xigfeldo was sure that there was already a clutch of eggs seeded in there, waiting to grow and develop the harder shells that they would require to be laid.

That would come in time, however, and the present moment, where his mind was, was for lust and passion, kisses traded, another dragon nuzzling into his sex as two of them at once battled for dominance over his cloaca. They settled it between themselves, one sucking his dick while the other sought out his G-spot within, taking their time with him as Xigfeldo grunted and moaned into a wanton, draconian mount through orgasm after orgasm.

"Come here, new princess..."

Ah, that one he knew: a dragoness with dual genders again, her golden-silver scales gave her the attributes of both species' too and she had won in a similar fashion to him, combining the best of both worlds, as one was apt to do and should do. There was no sense at all in not using what one had been born with, their natural talent, and he admired her tenor in pushing on through the longest ceremony that had ever taken place, spanning a whole five days, which would have been impressive enough in itself if not for how she had tackled the volunteers. Her breeding had been a thing of beauty to watch and the dragoness had conducted herself with an elegant sense of both grace and poise throughout, drawing admirers flocking to her as she, quite literally, took her pick of those who were volunteering for that ceremony.

It was only right that she should want to try out one who had also won their challenge in such style, nuzzling one another briefly in greeting while they had the time and opportunity to do so.

"How is your tongue, princess?"

And Xigfeldo readily showed her, dipping it first into her cloaca to seek out her vent, brushing the teasing indent of her tail hole within before finding the sweet aroma that drew him in so keenly. Her scent thickened with a good dose of cervine-like musk too -- it was funny how they had such a close affinity with deer after all the differences in their species -- and he purred, letting the subtle vibrations travel into and through her as her breath hitched, massive flanks shuddering.

"Oh... Oh, you are good."

Making use of him, she nudged her cock into his mouth and he dove down on it with raw desire, need pulsing through him. All was born anew after the ceremony and he hungrily devoured her shaft, twitching and twisting -- prehensile like his. Of course, he still privately thought that only he could use a prehensile cock to the best of any dragon's ability when the muscular control to do so was becoming more and more common. He could not help but note that she did not try to thrust it into her own sex and took that as confirmation, however privately, that she could not do or put on the show that he had, her cock spurting a hot load into his muzzle as he drank it all down and lapped along her flushed and turgid length for more, always more.

Plunging her tail up under his body into his sex, the golden-silver dragoness laughed recklessly, giddy with lust, fucking him sharply and roughly with that appendage, thicker than a cock and able to stretch him out even more deliciously. Yet Xigfeldo was ready for her and relaxed in time, his folds conforming to the shape of her, scales wonderfully soft and yet stronger than metal, warding off any ill that may have sought to befall her.

"Mmff... You don't give in easily to us, do you?"

Just what Xigfeldo was meant to be giving in to was by the by as he panted and took another shaft into his mouth, losing himself in the moment completely and utterly. The world, the throng of heaving, draconic bodies, around him became nothing more than a blur, one sensation crashing on top of the next, each one demanding dominance and precedence at all times. A slickness on his tail star, the anal bud. The stretch of his pussy, gaping more than it had during the entire ceremony with all the dragons that he'd taken then. A drake kissing the line of his jaw, tongue lapping the vulnerable underside of his neck. And, not to say the least, another dragon suckling on his cock, making it glisten wetly with their saliva before orgasm pumped through him, giving them a taste of just what had won him the title to join their ranks.

Everyone wanted a turn, however, and no one was left wanting as the hybrid dragoness blew him a kiss, tail sliding slickly from his sex. Coated in a thickly scented dose of his feminine juices, she offered her tail to his muzzle with a smirk and he delicately and dutifully cleaned off every last drop, revelling in the thickly tart taste of himself. Flush with self-confidence, he thought that it was no wonder that so many wanted to get their tongues into him when he tasted so good too!

She, however, was too quickly nudged aside by an insistent ferrum-scaled dragon, one who was similar in type to the blues but preferred playing with electromagnetism. Chuckling, the androgynous dragon took Xigfeldo's cock into their mouth, toying and playing with his length as Xigfeldo showed off his abilities, twisting his length back and forth to demonstrate the full scope of how flexible it was. A moan came from around his cock and egged him on but he would not cum too soon, teasing one who sent a sense of delicious unease combined with excitement through him. Electromagnetic fields could have wondrous effects on even normal dragons but he was particularly sensitive to them, shivering into the touch that made his head swim, each delectable suck of his shaft making it harder and harder for him to hold back.

The ferrum-scaled dragon did not speak except to giggle, lighter-coloured eyes delighting, twisting and turning and seeming to take up a static position between every slice of movement. Other ferrum dragons lingered around, perhaps drawn magnetically to one another, and it barely took any movement from him at all to have Xigfeldo spurting and shooting his load into that hot muzzle that seemed to shiver between warm and cold every few seconds -- or maybe that was simply Xigfeldo's imagination.

Alas, he did not have too much time to explore with one of the rarer breeds, needing to travel a long way to the ceremony, as a green dragoness with a pink tint along her back smiled and introduced herself, a twinkle in her eye as she made her presence known. Larger and bulkier, she still had a feminine delight to her that the eye could not help but enjoy, hips wide and stomach narrow, wings tightly folded down and out of the way. For the act of breeding, they simply were not needed.

"You'll recognise me," she purred, swinging her tail as she stalked him, head proudly high. "I was the winner the year before this oaf here. And I promise you that my cunt will make you forget the others who came before me entirely..."

That was a challenge that Xigfeldo was keen to find out for himself but the ferrum dragons were already gone and off with someone else, beyond his worry as he rose up over the green dragoness' back, her pheromones tickling his nostrils. They could not control him, the power not being quite as potent as the aphrodisiac of a black dragon, but they were pleasant to inhale over and over again, head swimming and tail flicking as he rammed her full. Staying there, deep inside her, he let out a long, relieved sigh as her innermost muscles went to work on him like nothing he'd experienced before. He may have been the champion, after all, but they still had won in their own ceremonies and were sexually proficient experts in more ways than even he could imagine.

Ah, there was still more to learn for the current princess as Xigfeldo's cock was milked over and over again, depositing multiple loads into the dragoness whose name was later revealed as Yverta, a keen spirit who lived for sex and sex alone. He spent himself into her over and over again, seeding a clutch as he would uncover some time on, and near enough collapsed afterwards, chest heaving and yet his sexual fervour stoked all the more by the mere nature of her presence and ardent pheromones clouding the air in a thick, flowery fog.

The champions took their pleasure with one another repeatedly, princesses and princes joining together in carnal lust wherever it took them. No volunteers were allowed to enjoy the 'after party', so to speak, but they slowly filtered out, casting many a longing glance back at the party that they were not invited to. They would be unlikely to go far, however, if they wanted to spend time with the previous champions too, but that was something for them to decide, one way or another, taking whoever took their fancy. Or not, as it was sometimes.

The worker-dragons dimmed the illumination crystals, sending the cavern into a faux-twilight, simmering everything down for the tail end of a day that had taken everything from them. The dragons would prosper and, with Xigfeldo's seed in the mix, there was no doubt that dragon-kind would spread even further, ruling the globe and coming together with so many other species to improve natural ecosystems and the health of other creatures for the betterment of the entire world. There were still oceans to cross and new lands to explore, new territories to be had, but the dragons would take it all in stride and on the wing with the champion princes and princesses leading the way to fertilise the new worlds in their lust.

Slowly, their sexual activity dropped and dropped, although the last thing Xigfeldo saw before his chin hit the leg of another dragon, tangled up in limbs, was Devastos grinding into Yverta, her mouth open to show the pink cavern within, moan rising to the domed ceiling above. The red dragon was a beast of fury, pounding and driving, eyes half-lidding, smoke roiling from his nostrils as his body over-heated, desperate each time for a release that one would have thought that, eventually, his psyche would have realised was coming. He didn't see Xigfeldo's eyes on him even as they closed, grunting and groaning as he worked to seed the winner who had taken him first the ceremony before.

Exhaling softly, Xigfeldo relaxed into slumber -- much-needed at long last.

It was a good image to fall asleep to.

*

When he woke the following morning -- it could have been later than that, all he knew that he was hungry at long last -- he found Devastos' cock inside his maw and smirked to himself, drawing it in deeper with his tongue to suckle down his morning treat. It would not be much of a breakfast and not even a snack but it would feed and fuel the lust inside him, push him on to further heights of passion as some of the other winners around him pooled in mounds of scales and tails, cocks jammed into cunts and tail holes, maws spread open already for the next load.

If one had not already known what the ceremony was and why it existed, they would have known right there and then for the champions were the best of the best, the breeders and studs that could rule the land all by themselves. Of course, that would never come to be now that the dragon population was recovering and it was all thanks to them and their ancestors, the very first ones that had shown their sexual dominance in the early days and spread their seed and eggs far and wide. They had done so much for dragon-kind and it was the responsibility of every competitor that came after them to show how thankful for that they were by continuing on in their legacy. Why, even their lines dated back to such ancestors and times were surely changing as territory lines shifted and the ceremony took on a new meaning altogether.

The morning slipped on and they rose together in sexual fervour, Xigfeldo taking his pleasure from Devastos' cock as the drake lumbered off in search of someone else that he needed to spend time with before separating once more. It was clear, however, that they would all come together again before the next ceremony, doing what it was that dragons did best, the newest champion's dick pressing into the slit of a dragoness who simply couldn't get enough of him, moaning and grinding onto his shaft while his mouth was put to work.

Smirking between cock and pussy, Xigfeldo bared his teeth in a raw and ragged feral grin. The princess slipped off his cock, her pleasure taken, but there were still more as he rammed into the green dragoness Yverta's pussy, grinding deep and spending his first load of the day that was, most surely, not going to be his last. One thing was certain, despite the sex that was to come, the drake hardly tired at all as he lusted for each and every dragon around him.

It was good to be the princess!