Scales on Skin Ch. 02

"The third--and final--test," intoned Dragon Mistress Talia, as jewels sparkled from her gold and silver arm bands. She wore a silken robe that hung open at the sides, revealing an otherwise naked body, and stood before a rank of similarly robed dragon riders.

"I'm ready, Mistress," said Tlan, he hoped with more confidence than he felt.

"Our sireling has not yet revealed his name to any of us." Talia turned to him. "Traditionally this is done upon bonding."

One of the dragon riders touched his arm. She had short black hair, slicked into spikes that pointed in all directions. "It felt amazing when Khanna first shared her name with me," she said, smiling wistfully at the memory. "Knowing I was the only one who knew that about her. Knowing the bond was forming between us."

"Thanks, Shavi," he said, putting his hand on hers, where it rested on his forearm.

"Me, too," chirped Mara, twirling a finger through her fiery red hair as she gazed at him with black doe eyes. She leaned in, causing her heavy tits to swing out and her nearly transparent robe to hang away from her body and drift loosely in the breeze, offering tantalizing glimpses of her pale, freckled skin. "That's how it was with me and my Tia."

"That's how it was for all of us, Mara," said Shavi, exasperated.

"I just wanted to share, too," said the redhead with a pouty expression.

"You just wanted to--"

"Ladies," said Talia sharply.

"Yes, Dragon Mistress?"

"May we proceed?"

"Yes, Dragon Mistress."

"Tlan will face the feral dragon alone, and learn his name." She turned to him with a determined expression. "He will succeed where others have failed. He will bond with our young wyrm."

"Where others have failed?" he said, concerned. "What happened to--"

"The time has come," declared the Dragon Mistress. "You must descend the stair. You will return as the Sirelord of Pus'i."

Tlan swallowed nervously. He shivered in the breeze blowing through the marble columns and stone archways that made up this level of the tower. He could see the landscape outside beyond the stone, a distant river glinting in the sun. He was standing completely naked, in this place that felt open enough to be outside, in front of over a dozen young women--dragon riders and attendants of Talia. He was going to have to get in contact with the dragon, scales to skin. That was how the bond was formed.

"I've still got a good feeling about you," said Shavi, punching his shoulder as he walked by. He smiled weakly, fighting a wave of nausea.

The stairs were stone, with small cracks and crumbling edges. He stepped quietly down, avoiding pebbles, looking around. There was an acrid scent and a thin haze in the air as he descended to the lower level. He heard a low reptilian clicking sound, and movement like a snake rustling through dry leaves.

Since his time with the Seeress the previous night he had felt a dark presence in the back of his mind, like glowing embers wreathed in black smoke. Now it was pulsing with heat and light, in something like a heartbeat, and growing stronger as he drew nearer to the wyrm.

There was a sound like roaring wind, and a gout of flame illuminated the stone for several seconds. Tlan could see the smoke rising where the walls had been singed. He decided against stealth as he continued down the stairs.

"Hello?" he called, quietly at first, and then louder. "Hello, my good dragon? My name is Tlan."

The beast was momentarily silent. Tlan saw its great tail, scaled in shades of red and gray and black. The smoldering presence thrummed deeply in his mind as the dragon turned to watch him, eyes narrow, and let out a steamy snort.

Something crunched underfoot and he saw he was walking among charred bones and a hollow, blackened skull. The last guy to try this, he supposed. A momentary panic rose inside him, but the presence flared like a fire in a gust of wind, and he felt heartened. He stepped around the bones and approached the dragon.

"I'm here to help you, believe it or not," he said, taking in the leathery wings strong enough to buffet him senseless. "I mean, we can help each other." He looked up at the dragon, who peered at him with dusky eyes, considering. The presence died down to a pile of coals, flickering. Then it came back with a crackling sound that he could understand like a voice.

I sense you.

"That's just it! Me too," said Tlan, raising his hands before thinking better of it. "You're like a cloud of flames in the back of my head. I've been aware of you since I got here."

How will you help me, manling Tlan?

The dragon's head was close enough to touch, and Tlan edged even nearer. "Listen, I know what you want. I can feel it. You're pulsing in my mind with frustration. Impatience. You feel trapped."

I range these mountains at will, Tlan sensed the presence to say. I hunt the elk and ram. I drink from distant springs.

"Yes, but you do it all alone, don't you?" He raised a hand, carefully, to touch the wyrm's scaly jaw. Even that contact caused the presence to bloom in his mind, details of thought and emotion swirling through the darkness. "You would like to mate, yes? To sire broods, am I right?"

There was a low, rumbling growl. In his mind fire illuminated the smoke and swirls of desire danced in the flames.

"Let me help you." Tlan scratched the wyrm's spike-ridged jawline. "Help me."

How?

"Open up to me."

The fire in his mind built into a blaze as the dragon nuzzled and sniffed. He stroked the beast's neck and scratched at the back of his head, and felt the resultant sensations himself. He moved around and reached over the wyrm's back to grasp a wing, drawing a hiss with bared teeth.

"I'll have to ride you," he said apologetically. "It's part of the bonding."

The dragon grunted, but lowered his head. Tlan heaved a leg over the serpentine neck and sat astride the beast's shoulders. Immediately, he felt as if he were falling into the ball of fire and sensation in his mind, until it grew to encompass nearly his entire existence. His bare skin was pressed to the cool red and gray scaled flesh, and he felt as if the barrier between the two of them were dissolving and they were becoming one being. He knew the wyrm's name, at the same instant he heard it spoken:

Malkuth.

Tlan knew his dragon's feelings, his thoughts. He could feel that Malkuth knew his as well. They felt a mutual exhilaration, each at the other's amazement at this new sense of themselves. He started to laugh, and Malkuth made a guttural coughing sound, rolling partially onto his side and lashing his tail back and forth like a playful puppy. He twisted his neck enough to extend his black tongue and lick at Tlan's head and shoulders.

"Malkuth!" he cried out, with tears in his eyes. He knew the moment it was about to happen, tightening his grip around his mount's neck as the great wings spread with a sound like a snapping sail, and then began to beat the air, stirring dust and bones from the stone floor. He kept his eyes open as the dragon launched them both into a broad corridor and out a colonnaded gallery, to soar away from the tower and over the mountainous landscape below.

The wind whipping by on his bare skin felt amazing, but also quite cold even this low to the ground. Malkuth was aware immediately, and slowed. Tlan had ridden on a dragon once before, but he couldn't believe what it felt like to be doing it while as one with the beast. He could understand the eddies of air that Malkuth navigated with his wings. He knew when the dragon was going to tilt or swerve. At the same time, Mal knew when Tlan wanted to go one way or another, and Tlan could tell the dragon was finding himself wanting to comply, and enjoying the approval he could feel from Tlan in response.

Dragon and rider arced around the tower in an upward spiral, and then caught a thermal, gliding on still wings toward a row of cliffs in the distance. Tlan looked back at the tower and saw a pair of winged forms flying out, beating at the air for altitude and angling toward him. As he watched one of the flyers dove at the other, which evaded and snapped back, appearing to miss. He shook his head and chuckled.

"Where do you want to take them, Mal?" asked Tlan, rubbing the dragon's neck. "Someplace nice, mind."

The creature snorted, releasing a cloud of vapor, and angled downward, passing under a natural stone bridge. The sides of a canyon were a blur on either side of him as they swept over a narrow river, until the walls opened outward and they were skimming the mirror-like surface of a perfectly round mountain lake. Tlan could see the reflection of Malkuth's red and black body against a backdrop of blue sky and fluffy white clouds in the water just below his feet.

They slowed and dropped onto an island in the middle of the lake, alighting on its pebbly shore. "You know how to pick a spot, I'll give you that," he murmured, turning on his mount's shoulders to watch as the other two dragons harassed each other through the canyon and finally crashed into the lake beside the island, their riders coming up wet and sputtering with their robes transparent and clinging to their bodies like thin tissue. They trudged toward the water's edge, pausing to shove each other, as the dragons rose and shook themselves off, flapping drops from their wings in great arcs.

"--didn't even need to come, Mara. I was perfectly capable of following him on my own." Shavi glared at the other girl.

"Mistress Talia told us both to do it, Shavi," said the redhead, pulling back on the other's shoulder to get ahead of her. "Besides, Tiamat is faster than Kha--"

She was cut off mid-word as Shavi dipped a shoulder and tackled her into the water with a splash. Their dragons turned to watch as their mistresses scuffled, tugging on soaked robes and handfuls of hair. Mara's red locks were coiled around Shavi's fingers and she squealed as she was yanked, shoving her palm into the other girl's chin.

"I'd better try and put a stop to this," sighed Tlan. He glanced at Mal and flicked his gaze toward the water. "You see to the dragonesses. Go get to know them."

The wyrm perked up, eyes locking onto the sleek reptiles sparkling in the water. He followed as Tlan walked out, and cautiously approached the smooth scaled beauties. Tlan chuckled to himself upon thinking of them that way. But that was how Malkuth saw them, and so now he did too. The dragonesses extended their necks to nudge at Mal with a snout or a brow ridge. Tlan could feel the wave of excitement that ran through his mount at this sign of acceptance from his own kind, as the dragon nudged back and tentatively licked at a red and yellow scaled jaw.

By the time Tlan got to the disheveled guardswomen their robes were mostly torn off, just a few wet tattered scraps still clinging to a bare breast or thigh. He put an arm around each of them, trying to wedge himself between them to prevent further fighting as their three naked bodies wrestled and splashed in the clear water.

"Okay, okay now," he said, getting his hand around Shavi's arm. The girls wriggled in his grip, sliding their dripping wet bare breasts over him and bumping their thighs and asses into his rigid cock, making it bounce around between them delightfully. He squeezed them in close as they struggled, bracing their bare bodies against his hips. His cock was pressed between Shavi's bottom cheeks and Mara's soft belly. The girls' nipples were swollen in the cool water and crisp air, and pressed into his chest hard enough to leave a dent, it felt like, as they panted in his arms.

"We're both supposed to make sure--he doesn't get lost--or hurt--on his first flight," Mara grunted, as the two of them tried to grab at each other's heads. Tlan got their arms pinned down, bear hugging the both of them to his chest, with the side effect of pressing his swollen cock into Shavi's moist mound. The girls' tits felt like heaven squashed against him and each other, sliding wetly against his skin.

"Hey," he whispered, in Shavi's ear. "Stop. Look at me."

She let herself relax a little, facing him with her beautiful black eyes and soft, full lips. "Tlan, she--"

"Shh," he breathed, leaning in to touch her mouth with his own. Lightly at first, but as she melted into him, he let his hand move down her back to rest on her ass, squeezing her there as he began to make out with her. She made little sounds as he kissed her, like moans that didn't quite escape her throat. Her hands began to move over him. It was almost enough to make him forget about the fiery redhead in his other arm, pressed up against him and pouting adorably. Almost.

"I need you both," he said, turning to take in Mara, too. She wasn't fighting anymore either so he let his hand drop to explore her curvy body as he spoke, giving her a pinch on her behind. She jumped with surprise, and then a smile grew on her lips as she looked up at him. "You think I can handle all this on my own?" He shook his head. "Or any of it, for that matter?"

They shook their heads, starting to laugh a little. Shavi raised a thumb to wipe a drop of water from Mara's eyebrow. "He's right, isn't he," she said to her sister rider.

"Of course I am. I'd be hopeless without either of you," he said seriously, looking from one to another as his erection throbbed between them. "I need you to come together. Do you think you can do that? For me?" They were nodding solemnly as he stroked up and down their backs. He had his hands between each of their shoulder blades, and began to push gently. "Go ahead and make up," he said firmly, bringing the two of them close.

"Oh," squeaked Shavi, as Mara's tits pressed into hers, erect nipples poking into soft skin on both sides.

"Mmm," sighed Mara, putting her hands around Shavi's waist and looking into the other girl's eyes. "This is better than fighting, isn't it?"

"I guess, maybe--" Shavi was interrupted when Mara's lips met hers. She looked surprised for a second, and then her eyes closed halfway and the dragon mistresses seemed to curl into each other, softly kissing and caressing, as Tlan stroked them both and held them close.

He glanced up and saw that Mal was entwining his sinuous body with the two dragonesses, as they nipped at him playfully. Tlan could feel the beast's burning desire, smoldering in the back of his mind, stoking his own arousal and lust for the two women before him. He imagined they were affected by their own mounts similarly, as the wyrms grew more amorous in the water behind them. He could barely think about anything but groping the women, and taking their breasts in his mouth and penetrating their fertile bodies and breeding them. There was a haze of mindless lust falling over him, and it was apparent in the way they went after each other with more and more intensity as well.

"Oh fuck, Mara," Shavi gasped as her sister rider bit down on her dark nipple, making her twitch and shake. "That feels am--oh fuck--" She started to shiver and struggle for breath as Tlan bent to take her other nipple between his teeth as well, applying just enough pressure to make her almost cry out.

"Let's lay her down in this patch of grass," he said with a glance at Mara. The dragon rider nodded and they carried Shavi to the nest of green beside the water. "Help me with her legs."

"Like this?" the redhead asked, tugging the other girl's ankle outward. Shavi grunted irritably.

"No, no, let me show you." He bent her knee, bringing her leg up toward her breast, kissing and licking her shin down toward her foot.

"Ah, I see." Mara knelt over her, raising her other leg and doing the same. She and Tlan began to kiss the insides of Shavi's calves and thighs, making the girl quiver and tremble as they got closer to her moist, smoothly hairless vulva from either side.

'Oh fuck," the dragon mistress cried out, as her sister rider made it first to her dewey cleft and softy kissed her there, lips moving wetly against lips. Mara was making out with her wet pussy like it was a hungry mouth, suckling at one labia and then the other, slipping her tongue into the groove, probing at the hooded nub beginning to swell. Shavi's breath was coming in quick gulps, her head tossed back and her eyes closed.

Tlan noticed Mara's hand was down between her legs and she was sliding her fingers along her own opening, making her hips jerk erratically as she slurped messily on Shavi's vulva, spreading saliva and pussy juice all over the girl's sticky labia. He moved to take over for her, pressing his palm to the plump lips drooling between Mara's pale thighs and making her yelp as he began to grind in a circular motion, smearing her wetness into the tuft of flaming red hair she had there.

"Oh my god, Tlan," she gasped, before going back to work on Shavi's pussy. He let his thumb part her labia and sink into her warm depths, rubbing at the soft spongy tissue that lined her canal. She shook like a leaf in his hands as he strummed the hard lump between her fuzzy lips with his fingertips.

Tlan sensed Malkuth, crouched over a prone brown and bronze dragoness with her tail lifted up, presenting herself to him. He held his cock and pressed the aching head into the wet heat between Mara's pussy lips, at the same moment that his dragon penetrated her Tiamat. A sudden tingling sensation raced through the four of them like the quick blue arc of static shock. Tlan clutched at her hips and sank into her, slowly. Deeply. Her ass cheeks were soft and round in his hands and he spread them apart as he slid into her, then backed out, then pushed in a little further, rocking back and forth until his thick root was stretching her lower lips.

"Oh fu--oh fuck--" She was crying out, barely coherent, into Shavi's pussy as the girl clamped her thighs around Mara's head and ground her vulva against her mouth in mindless bliss, groaning and twisting on the grass.

The sight made him throb as he pulled almost entirely out of the redhead's pussy and then quickly pushed all the way back in, with a slapping sound as he struck her pillowy ass cheeks. She was holding on to Shavi's thighs for dear life as he began to pound into her, her quivering passage rippling around his throbbing length like a gulping throat, her pink labia inflamed and drooling around him.

Shavi clutched Mara's hair in her fists as her body tensed and then convulsed. The redhead slowed for a moment, but didn't let up. She manipulated the other woman's body like a musical instrument, guiding her through a sequence of peaks and valleys of sensual pleasure. Tlan's balls were simmering as he watched the girls while sliding his shiny cock in and out of Mara's gooey pussy. He was tingling from his root to his swollen cockhead, buried, smothered in her warmth.

"God, Mara," he grunted, gripping her fleshy, muscular hips as he bottomed out inside her. "You feel amazing."

She squealed with delight, shivering as he fucked her wet pussy and ran his hands over her soft ass and between her legs, and found her clit with his fingers. Contractions ran through her stomach, making her insides dance around him. Behind him Malkuth let out a bellowing roar, accompanied by a crooning wail from Tiamat, and then his own orgasm crashed over him like a wave, and great gouts of semen flowed through his pulsing cock, flooding Mara's canal and overflowing out around his girth.

The presence in Tlan's mind was like a rumbling thundercloud with flashes of light emanating from within. The three dragons thrashed together in the water. He could tell that Malkuth was not sated after his long fast, and he felt the dragon's vigor bleeding through the bond. Tlan's erection did not abate as he began to slowly withdraw from Mara's deliciously warm and welcoming vagina, watching her thick lips close wetly over him as he emerged from her, like they were giving the tip of his cock a soft goodbye kiss. It almost felt like he was harder than he'd been before his orgasm, if that was possible.

"Shavi," he said, panting. She just stared at him. His cock was standing out like a flagpole, dripping with cum and Mara's creamy juices. "I need you, Shavi." His heart was pounding.

She nodded and he crawled between her legs, Mara sliding to the side and stroking his back as he settled down onto the black-haired dragon rider. His sticky wet cock was pressed into her stomach, smearing her smooth mound and her pouty pussy lips.

"I can't do this without you," he whispered in her ear, before taking her lobe between his lips, and then his teeth. She squirmed and breathed heavier as he suckled at her neck. "You're my first... everything." She whimpered, as he kissed her collar bone, and stroked up her strong and slender body, feeling the swell of her tits, fingers passing over hard bumpy nipples.

"Tlan," she sighed, running her nails down his shoulders, his arms. His back. Her legs spread and her thighs moved against his hips. She rolled her pelvis and ground her moist pussy into him, her lips parting warmly around the underside of his shaft. They groaned in unison as he pressed back, sliding up and down her slippery groove and taking her nipples into his mouth, exploring their texture with his tongue, suckling.

"You were the first to touch me, to ride with me. To teach me." He reached down to push the head of his cock into Shavi's cleft, parting her drooling labia. He moved himself up and down her slit, nudging her swollen little nub and teasing her opening, dipping into her wet heat just deeply enough to make her inhale sharply before slipping free and painting her wrinkly anal rosebud with his precum and her own juices.

"I'll do anything for you, my Sirelord." She gasped as he pressed her there, testing her sphincter.

"Good, because Mara needs you, too," he said, sliding up to her clit again, making her shiver.

"What? But I hate h--" The rest of whatever she was trying to say became a muffled mumble as Mara's leg swung over Shavi and her bottom settled down onto the girl's face. Shavi's protests were lost in Mara's dripping wet pussy, as lips met lips and she began to seem quite distracted, licking and sucking at slick folds and crevices. She reached up to grab Mara's ass cheeks and squeeze and knead them as the other woman rode her with increasing enthusiasm, starting to pant and squeal with her head tossed back. The redhead's big freckled tits bounced and swung heavily from side to side, swollen nipples standing out like little towers.

Once again Mal was lined up and ready, with the red and yellow Kha prone beneath him, her tail coiled around Tiamat's sinuous body, and he and Tlan penetrated their mates simultaneously, to a crackling electric sensation, even stronger than before. He tingled as he probed Shavi, parting her labia and pushing into her depths.

"Ohf--uuc--" she managed to get out around Mara's pussy lips. Her thighs tensed and squeezed him as he rocked back and forth, sliding a little further into her each time. He reached out to caress the other girl's tits as he fucked Shavi, groping and pinching the redhead's sensitive nipples until she let out a yelp.

"Come here," he grunted, thumbing Shavi's slippery clit with one hand as he worked one of Mara's tit with the other. The redhead leaned forward, driving her pussy into the other girl's mouth even harder, and Tlan stroked her neck and started kissing her full lips, still glazed from when she'd been licking Shavi. She had a delicious tangy taste.

"Oh god," moaned Mara into his neck as she clung to his shoulders and shivered at the strokes of Shavi's clever tongue.

Tlan watched his cock emerge, shiny and hard, as he pulled back until the swollen head popped out of Shavi's pussy. He worked the fingers of one hand into Mara's curly red hair and made a fist, tilting her head back to suck at her neck before gently but firmly guiding her downward. "Oh fuck," she cried, eyes rolling back in her head at this treatment, before her lips parted to take him in. Her mouth was hot around his already soaked cock, her tongue slithering over him amazingly.

Tlan pushed further in until he felt Mara's throat clutching at him, and she gagged, drooling over Shavi's vulva. He pulled out, dribbling strands of bubbly saliva, and rubbed his cock sloppily over her freckled face as she groaned and made incoherent attempts at speech. He smacked her with his cock meat, making satisfying slapping sounds, and then returned to the other girl's pussy, making her quiver and emit a muffled yelp from below the redhead's ass.

It felt incredible to move from Mara's mouth to Shavi's vagina, sinking his full length into her hot wet tightness as her insides fluttered around him. And then pulling back out to return to the other girl's parted lips and tantalizing tongue. He went back and forth several times, until his shaft was tingling and both girls were squirming and trembling at every touch.

"Let's focus on Shavi," he said, pressing his cock into her as Mara settled down onto the other woman's body, her tits squishing out against Shavi's stomach, and lowered her head to touch her tongue to the bare vulva before her. The two women licked each other's pussies, getting lost in a building storm of mutual bliss, as Tlan's swollen cockhead was swallowed in Shavi's glistening folds. He pumped into her, and she cried out, making Mara shiver and roll her hips.

He felt the redhead's wet tongue on the top of his shaft as he slid in and out of Shavi's warm canal, feeling her insides grip and suck at him delightfully. "Oh fuck," he gasped, heartbeat thumping in his head. He could hardly catch a breath as he started to pound her quivering passage with abandon.

"Oh my g--oh god, Tlan," she panted, Mara's vulva lifting from her mouth for a moment as the redhead suckled her clit and licked her drooling pussy as it was being pummeled. Her lips and tongue were smearing warm saliva all over his cock. As he grunted and groaned, there was a rattling roar from the lake, joined by first one and then two higher pitched shrieks. His erection tingled as his balls drew up tight, and then a flood of hot thick semen gushed forth, filling Shavi's needy pussy and foaming out as he continued to piston into her.

"Fuck, girls," he managed, staring in disbelief as his own still completely hard erection as he slowly pulled out. He caught sight of Mal bearing down on Tia's neck with his jaws as Kha licked at his muzzle. The dragon's stamina couldn't be exhausted.

Tlan plunged his still seeping cockhead into Mara's mouth and her eyes rolled back as he edged into her throat, slowly, feeling her clench and constrict on him involuntarily. A cascade of spit spilled down her chin as he drew back, emerging from between her lips to drool a dollop of cum on her tongue in a little mini orgasm.

Shavi was sitting up, rubbing her cummy pussy obsessively with one hand, pressing in against the other two. He seized a handful of her short hair, pulling her in roughly for a kiss, so her breasts and pointy nipples were pushed into his ribs.

"I fucking need you, you understand?" he asked, looking into her black eyes as he held her by the hair. She nodded as best she could before he dragged her down toward his erection, pulling out of Mara's dripping mouth only to slap his meat onto Shavi's face with a messy splatter, and wedge her lips apart with his aching, swollen cockhead. "I need everything from you."

"You have it," she cried, before he pushed between her teeth and over her tongue. He had one hand in her hair and one under her chin, stroking her throat as he eased into it. She gagged and convulsed, once, but Mara stroked her back and Shavi looked determined, holding his gaze with watery eyes and taking him in with a series of rhythmic contractions of her throat as he looked down at her and gradually fed her his entire cock.

"That's it baby," he whispered, sliding in and out as tears of pride streamed down her cheeks. "That's a girl."

She gagged on him again, just a little, and a tingle ran down his length, making his balls lurch. There was a ropy strand of thick white cum connecting him to somewhere inside her mouth as he withdrew from her to go back to Mara. Their faces were pressed together, cheek to cheek, and he had one hand worked into the hair on each of their heads, holding them steady as he pushed his cock between one wet pair of full lips and then into the other warmly welcoming mouth. His balls were boiling as he went from one to the other and back again, making them drool a bubbly slurry of cum and spit down their chins and over their tits.

There was a sound of wings beating the air and a series of howls as Tlan tilted the girls heads back and took the base of his cock in hand, slapping their faces as his orgasm finally erupted fully, plump stripes of semen plopping over cheeks and noses as a pearly pool formed on top of one of Shavi's eyes and Tlan began to swipe his shaft over their skin to drag clumps of cloudy cum into their mouths, which they lapped up eagerly before turning to one another and beginning to lick and kiss the remaining glaze of semen from their lips and chins and glistening tits and cum spattered collarbones.

Tlan was panting, leaning on the dragon mistresses for support as his cock finally softened and slipped from his hand. He turned to glance back at the lake and saw Malkuth let out a satisfied puff of vapor as the dragonesses lazily entwined their necks and tails with his.