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It was only after Glory had left the RainWing pavilion when Winter chose to spoke his mind:
“Are you really Queen Glory’s bodyguard?”
Even in the middle of a foreign Kingdom, he couldn’t help but allow his derision to seep out. It didn’t help, of course, that he was talking to a dragon who had once accosted him in the most heinous way imaginable: sitting atop him.
Deathbringer merely met his sneer with a disinterested gaze. “I am her esteemed bodyguard,” he said, a soft growl filling his voice. “Is there something that makes you think that I’m not?”
“Your posture is ridiculous,” Winter said. “Look at you. Your back is bent at the wrong angle. True guards don’t crouch. They stand at rigid attention in case their Queen requires them at a moment’s notice. A first-year dragonet would do this better than you.”
Deathbringer’s eyes twinkled. “This isn’t the Ice Kingdom, Winter. Don’t you think that different tribes have different traditions? I’m simply more relaxed because you don’t really pose a threat to the Queen.”
“Excuse you? I could easily overcome you if I truly wanted to harm Queen Glory.”
“Really? Well, you’re welcome to try. I’ll even let you have the first shot.”
There was something about Deathbringer’s smirk that riled up every last one of Winter’s scales. His icicle mane clattered as he sized up Deathbringer, though the complete lack of alarm in his slouch did intimidate him more than it should have. “As if I’d attack a foreign dragon on their own soil,” Winter said, forcing as much disgust in his voice as he could. “Are you intentionally trying to lure me into a fight?”
“What? Now why would I ever want to do that? I wouldn’t even insult how a dragon stands next to their queen. That’s truly some… ah, pedestrian behavior.”
Winter’s teeth gritted at Deathbringer’s faux accent. “Stand like a true guard,” he shot back, “and maybe I won’t have as many comments.”
“Then maybe you should show me how you would stand guard, Winter. Would you be so kind as to educate a woefully inept novice like me?”
Winter breathed in and out, slowly and consistently as he tried to keep his temper. “Fine,” he said, flaring out his wings in a majestic spread. “Watch how a true IceWing would guard his Queen.”
He paced around in a circle, limbering his legs with long, exaggerated stretches before he finally settled down next to Deathbringer. The former assassin said nothing as Winter fell upon his haunches, folding in his wings softly as he planted his foreclaws down on the ground exactly one shoulder-width apart. He held his head high, but not too high — he was fierce, not disdainful.
“This,” he said aloud, “is how an IceWing guard sits at any post the Queen assigns to him. It’s perfect balance and poise, unlike how you slouch so sloppily at your post.”
The silence between them suggested nothing but Deathbringer’s utter humiliation and recognition of just how well he had posed himself. Winter allowed himself a smirk, though he didn’t dare turn his head around to see how Deathbringer was contending with his loss. “Study me for as long as you’d like,” said Winter. “And try not to sit on me again while you do so.”
Then he heard the NightWing shifting around behind him, surely stepping closer to his immaculate form. “Hm,” Deathbringer mused. “I think you’re sitting a bit crooked here. Is your back supposed to be arched that way?”
Winter yelped the moment he felt warm claws fall upon his back. “Hey! Deathbringer,” he demanded, “what are you doing?! How dare you touch an esteemed IceWing—”
His words fell away the moment the NightWing’s talons pressed up against the spines between his wings. Whatever acerbity that laced his words evaporated as he let out a shiver instead, his entire body flushing with cool arousal as Deathbringer pushed him up against the wall with ease. “What did you... what are you doing to me?” Winter breathed. “You can’t just— nnfff...”
Winter’s entire body squirmed as Deathbringer’s talons pressed harder into his back, drawing an unprompted groan from him. “That’s really unfortunate,” the assassin said in that sultry, glib tone that Winter loathed so very much. “Poor, poor Winter. Did you really not know about this spot?”
“What spot?” Winter protested. “I don’t know of a spot like that at all! You must have injected me with something…!”
Then Deathbringer stroked down his back again, this time far more lovingly than before, and Winter’s eyes slid upwards as he let out a moan so loud that he swore half of the NightWing village could hear it. He found himself compelled to melt into the NightWing’s embrace, and felt Deathbringer stumble back as he laid his entire weight upon him. “Easy, easy,” he said. “You really are sensitive, aren’t you?”
Lucidity returned to him again, though the pleasant buzz of arousal still fogged his mind. “Sensitive?” Winter demanded. “What do you mean, sensitive?”
He shrunk back as Deathbringer dared to stroke him again. “You know exactly what I mean,” he said. “You know, I bet you’re sensitive down there, too...”
Winter felt his dastardly NightWing claws trace down his sides, little subtle sparks flowing through his nerves until Deathbringer laid a firm grip on the arousal that had begun to spill from his own slit. “You’re pretty big, Prince Winter,” Deathbringer said with a cheeky grin.
He had readied many insults on his tongue, but the feeling of those warm claws against his cool arousal left him groaning again. His hips thrust unbidden into Deathbringer’s grasp, but the cunning NightWing was quick to leave Winter’s length throbbing helpless again in the air. “What are you doing?” he huffed. “Deathbringer?”
“Hm? I thought you didn’t want me to touch you,” he said. “Are you telling me something else, now?”
“No! N-no, I’m not!” Winter protested. “Keep your stupid talons off me! I’m not… I don’t need…!”
But what he denied, his body confirmed. Winter’s cobalt-blue length throbbed upwards, jutting higher and higher as he tried to tell himself that no, he was not enjoying this; that no, Deathbringer wasn’t turning him on; that no, he didn’t enjoy the idea of another male leading so capably... but then he grew stiff enough that his cock pressed up against Deathbringer’s knee, smearing it with a smidge of precum.
“It’d be so easy to give in,” Deathbringer whispered, closing in right next to his ear. “Wouldn’t it? Just to throw that whole idea of nobility away? Aren’t you curious about what kind of things I’ve learned over the years? And besides, when’s the last time an IceWing has slept with a NightWing?”
It dawned upon Winter then that Deathbringer very likely did have a ridiculous bag of tricks at his disposal — if he knew how to turn him into a babbling mess with a single touch, what other damage could he possibly inflict? “I’m not curious at all!” Winter exclaimed in a moment of intense self-preservation. “I don’t need to know what else you can do.”
“Are you sure? Here, I’ll show you another one for free.”
Winter gasped as Deathbringer curled his talons around his cock again, squeezing in all the right places. It was so scarily perfect that if Winter didn’t have a NightWing right before him, he would have thought he was giving himself a handjob, but the knowledge that it was someone else grabbing him just turned him on even more — against his will, of course.
“No, no,” Deathbringer said with a tut, forcing Winter to rearrange his face into something more resembling calm anger. “That’s not what I was talking about. I’m just grabbing your dick.”
“But how do you know how to hold it like that?”
“Let’s just say I have some experience,” Deathbringer said, pushing up against him. Winter stammered as he felt his own length pressed up against his belly by another stern, throbbing warmth, one that could have only belonged to another male’s arousal. “Whenever I mate with another guy, I usually like to find out how big I am compared to him. Don’t you think it’s a fun game?”
Winter wanted to burst out laughing at the mere suggestion that this was just a “game,” but he was too busy huffing from how good Deathbringer felt against him. He noted with some pride that Deathbringer wasn’t quite as large as him, the NightWing’s cock only reaching up to the second or third ridge below his own tip. But despite the difference, he couldn’t admit how good it felt to have Deathbringer smushed up against him. “R-right,” Winter said. “Do NightWings usually play these ridiculous games?”
“Shh, shh. You don’t want to be talking for this,” he said.
“Talking for what—”
Then Deathbringer threw his claws around Winter’s shoulders, pulling himself in with a hard thrust. Winter shuddered as he felt their cocks smush hard enough against each other to milk a thick bead of preseed from his tip. It smeared up uselessly against his belly, though he failed to miss how Deathbringer dripped warmth all over his length with a few more hearty humps. “See?” Deathbringer crowed. “You can’t tell me you’ve done this with another dragon before.”
“I’ve never been with another male before!” Winter said. “I wouldn’t ever dream of it feeling like this...”
“They’re just NightWing things. I’m sure you IceWings wouldn’t understand.”
Winter’s ire melted the moment Deathbringer thrusted against him, gracing him with another thick drool of his arousal. The silky smoothness drowning his cock left the IceWing breathless, and he couldn’t help but thrust back up against Deathbringer’s ridges, gritting his teeth as they slipped against each other with soft squelches. A small part of his mind knew that he shouldn’t be succumbing to such a cocky dragon, especially a NightWing, but his body demanded more: more of Deathbringer’s pre, more of Deathbringer’s cock, more of Deathbringer’s charm…
Winter’s tongue lolled helplessly out of his maw even when Deathbringer stopped. It took him a moment to realize that he was humping nothing but air before he came to, embarrassed annoyance arresting his snarly expression. “W-what? Why did you stop Deathbringer?” he asked with a very unprincely whimper.
“I’ve shown you enough,” Deathbringer said, still standing on his hind legs. Winter watched with bated breath as a thick droplet of preseed oozed at the tip of his throbbing pinkness, swelling until gravity dragged it down to the ground in a long, silvery string. “If you want more of this... you’ll have to come and get it.”
“Come and get it?” Winter asked. He fell to all fours, trying to ignore how his cock slapped up against his belly. “What do you mean?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Are you sure I haven’t fucked your mind into oblivion? It’d be very flattering if I did, though.” Deathbringer laid back on the ground of the hut, spreading himself out wide open. Winter couldn’t help but stare at the NightWing cock that throbbed before him, gazing at how every ridge glistened in the light. His mouth opened subtly at the sight, and thoughts of actually enjoying it began to turn in his mind.
“Hey, Winter? My eyes are up here.”
The IceWing stammered and shook his head. “I know that!”
“You’re so hungry for cock, it’s unbelievable. What are they teaching you IceWings up there?”
“I’m not hungry for cock!” Winter shouted.
He realized his mistake only after Deathbringer raised an eyebrow at him. “I mean, especially with you!” Winter hissed. “You literally sat on me! That’s how we got into this moonsforsaken arrangement in the first place.”
“I can do that again, if you’d like.”
“Absolutely not.”
“C’mon, Winter,” Deathbringer said with a teasing chuckle. “You should be grateful for that! Look — I’ll make it worth your while. I can make you feel things you didn’t even know you could feel. Are you sure you don’t want that?”
Winter let out a long-suffering sigh as his cock throbbed against his belly. Everything in him screamed to deny Deathbringer the pleasure of victory, but all the same...
Deathbringer let out a delighted trill when Winter advanced upon him. “I’m glad it didn’t take you too long to make up your mind,” he crowed, his tail sweeping back and forth underneath his haunches. “Don’t you think it’s a lot hotter when you take the initiative— ack!”
He was happy to hear Deathbringer shut up for a few moments, his smooth glibness replaced by surprise as Winter nearly fell atop him. The sensation of such warm, inviting stiffness pressed up against his coolness was electric, wonderful enough that he immediately thrust downwards. “A-ahhhh... Deathbringer...”
“Pent up, aren’t you?” he asked. Winter looked down at the handsome NightWing, surprised to see a dark blush beneath his cheeks. “You can go harder, you know. Unless you’d rather enjoy me like an IceWing princess?”
It was irritating to Winter just how sexy and annoying Deathbringer could be at the same time. He let out a groan as his hips lurched forward again, letting a thick glob of pre drool all over the NightWing’s cock and smearing it all over his ridges. From the way Deathbringer huffed underneath him, he guessed that it wasn’t a usual feeling for him. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” Winter hissed. “You were so cocky up until now.”
“Sorry, I was simply enjoying how wet you’re getting,” he said with a laugh. “Do IceWings normally get like that?”
The question came with more admission than Winter thought Deathbringer had banked on. “Oh? Winter said with a dash of pride. “You think this is wet? It seems like you can learn a thing or two about IceWings, because this is nothing.”
It was so satisfying to have robbed Deathbringer of his cockiness, even if his victory was temporary. Winter enjoyed how he receded into submissiveness; the most retort Deathbringer managed was a half-hearted grin, and then a moan as his body defied him and thrust up against Winter’s larger cock.
Winter began to huff in low, rolling growls as he bore down on Deathbringer’s shaft; the music of their cocks slipping and squelching against each other filled the room, too, the sound renewed every time the IceWing graced them with even more of his productivity. There was enough of it that their cocks glimmered in the light, thick droplets scattered across their bodies and the carpet below as Winter thrust and thrust and thrust. “A-ah, Deathbringer,” he moaned. “You feel so... so hard against me.”
"Mmph, sounds like you’re having fun, Winter."
"Shut up.”
Even though his body betrayed him insincerely, the IceWing at least had the power not to say yes. Part of him loathed that he felt himself dripping all over Deathbringer's smaller length; part of him hated that he couldn't control his small gasps and pants every time he humped against the dragon underneath him; part of him wished that he wasn't so weak-willed that a dragon like Deathbringer could ply him into unrelenting arousal.
He was unprepared for the shivers that rolled through his body. Deathbringer's claws found his hips, and they felt so right around them that he couldn't help but sashay his rear back and forth into them. "I always knew IceWings were broody," he huffed, "but you're a special one, Winter. Why won't you just admit that I know your body better than you do? Do you really think that I can't make you feel even better?"
Winter had an icy retort brewing on his tongue, but the moment Deathbringer finished speaking he found himself hissing at him. "Better? How could you make me feel better?"
"So you admit that you're feeling pretty good right now?"
"No! I just— nff...!"
One of Deathbringer's claws slipped down Winter's sides, sneaking between their bellies to pull their cocks tighter together. Winter couldn't help but thrust forward into the smoothness of his talons, humping several more globs of pre out of himself with a shuddering groan. "You don't want to know how much more you're capable of? Don't you want to shut me up? Unless you love being talked down to by NightWings, which is... well, it would be quite interesting if you were into that."
Winter's fortitude began to crumple, so much so that he barely noticed the touch of a warm tail sneaking past his rear legs. "What are you doing?" he breathed. "Deathbringer, I'm going to f-freeze you alive—"
"Relax. You'll understand in a moment." The tip of the NightWing's tail snuck around their crotches for a moment, pressing up against Winter's length and slathering itself in his cool preseed. "Just need a little lubrication first."
"A little lubrication? For what? For—"
And then like a viper, Deathbringer's tail snapped up against Winter's rear, pressing up against his vulnerable tailhole. "I promise you that you'll love this," he crooned.
Winter hissed. "Absolutely not! I am a dignified IceWing male! You won't— you will not..."
And then he felt the slickness of Deathbringer's tailtip trace around his tailhole, and his breathing suddenly became so much tighter. "See? Don't you trust me? It feels so good already, and I'm not even in yet."
The IceWing struggled to stop his claws from digging into Deathbringer, not because he was angry, but because of how his talons curled from the NightWing tail teasing at his rear. "Deathbringer," Winter gasped. "You wouldn't dare."
Then Winter found himself pressed open just barely enough for a sliver of NightWing tail to slip inside of him, and he nearly collapsed atop Deathbringer. His claws dug deeper into Deathbringer’s scales as the tail worked its way slowly into him, testing the sheer tightness of his insides. He didn't want to admit that having something spread him open felt... good, especially with the way his tailhole squeezed that tail tight, but—
"Ah! No, Deathbringer, s-stop," he gasped. "It burns!"
The tail paused inside of him. Winter was surprised to see concern wash over Deathbringer's face, especially when he felt his tail gingerly pulling out of him. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I didn't use enough lube. It's okay if you don't want to continue."
Winter found himself in a sudden dilemma, one unhelped by how hopelessly stiff he still was against Deathbringer's softening length. This was a point where he could walk away with complete dignity, and even scorn Deathbringer for thinking he knew everything about him, but... the tail strangely felt so good inside of him. He was almost ashamed to feel his tailhole crave for more, even if it did hurt when he first took it.
Even that was worth the indignity of giving Deathbringer the benefit of the doubt.
"I’m going to regret asking this,” Winter said with a sigh, “but… how do you make it burn less?"
For the first time that day, something reminiscent of shock crossed Deathbringer’s face. But to his credit, he recovered quickly, and planted a claw on Winter's chest. Winter found himself pushed upwards until he sat atop Deathbringer's lap, his girthy cock jutting up and on full display. "Do you think you could leak more for me, Winter?" he asked.
"Leak more? What do you mean, leak more—"
His entire body stiffened as Deathbringer's tail slithered up around his cock, milking a thick ooze of pre from its tip. "More lube means it's easier, right?" Deathbringer asked. "Don’t worry, I'm not going to fit it all inside of you — just enough to, mm..."
"Enough to what?" Winter frowned as best as he could while getting a tailjob. Even when using just his tail, Deathbringer knew just where to squeeze to make him shiver. "Enough to what , Deathbringer?"
"Do you really want me to ruin the surprise?" he asked with a laugh. Winter huffed as Deathbringer's tail coiled tight around his base, drawing upwards and milking out enough preseed that Winter was surprised it didn't just spill out of him. It must have all been stored up from before, he thought as he gazed down at Deathbringer’s glistening, dripping tail.
"That should be enough,” the NightWing mused as the fluids began to spill over Winter’s thighs. “It’ll feel better than before. Promise.”
For however resistant Winter wanted to be, the moment Deathbringer pulled gently on his shoulder, he obeyed and lowered himself back over the NightWing again. He shuddered as their cocks pressed together, annoyed about how delighted he was that feel that Deathbringer had become just as hard as he had before. "Now what?" Winter growled. "What else are you going to—"
His entire back arched up as he felt that thick tail press into him again. This time it burned far less, replaced by a pleasant dullness that left him groaning aloud before he could even contain it. It felt almost reflexive to relax and loosen his body, allowing the tail deeper passage with every one of its soft thrusts. "Deathbringer," Winter moaned. "A-ah, Deathbringer—"
"Shush," the NightWing under him grunted. "Call my name when I really deserve it."
Hearing his words concussed him. A furious blush filled Winter's cheeks as he realized that, moons, he had actually moaned out his name! "Shut up," he breathed back, wishing so desperately that his body didn't instinctively spear itself further upon the tail pumping its way into him.
He entered a state of mindless bliss, humping down against Deathbringer's cock, smearing his plentiful wetness all over their scales while contending with the claw-curling sensation of being spread open. His tongue lolled out as he filled the air with small, gentle plumes of frostbreath, eyes dim and hazy from the sheer sensation overwhelming him, and for a moment Winter truly thought that this was what Deathbringer wanted him to experience...
Until he let out a yelp when the NightWing's tail pressed against something deep inside of his tailhole.
For all of his poor attempts at keeping himself silent, Winter found himself moaning. His eyes rolled back as his body bucked forward against his will, grinding his cock hard against Deathbringer's. It felt so heavy and full, even when a thick spurt leapt from its tip, and the IceWing would have wondered if he was cumming had the pleasure not robbed him of the ability to even consider it.
"Moons, Winter," Deathbringer whispered as he regained his senses. "There's no way this is pre."
He looked down. A thick, clear streak of fluid painted Deathbringer's body from his chest up to his face. "What are you talking about?" he asked, not a trace of IceWing edge in his voice. "No— Deathbringer, don't..."
His words failed him as he watched the NightWing smear the streak of precum all over his face, strands of it dangling between his claws. "Is that what gets you to leak so much?" he asked almost in wonderment.
Winter felt Deathbringer's tail lurch inside of him again, and this time he was witness to his cobalt-blue cock lurching forward, sending out an entire rope of cool pre all over Deathbringer's face.
Temporary embarrassment overcame him as Deathbringer soaked his claws in the mess, licking at them with a sultry grin. "What did you do? Winter asked.
"Nothing too serious," Deathbringer said. "I told you that I'd make you feel good, right?"
"Yes, but—"
Then Deathbringer hammered in him twice, and two thick ropes came flying unbidden from Winter's cock. "Then indulge me back," whispered the assassin, his voice at odds with the moans falling from Winter's chest, "and fill me."
Winter blinked at him, scanning his face for any signs of deceit. But for once, even through his confidence, Deathbringer looked uncomfortably desperate, his tongue busy lapping at the mess that Winter had graced him with. "I'm sorry?" Winter asked. "You want me to fill you?"
Deathbringer drew his body back just barely, enough to leave Winter's cock throbbing and drooling in the air. He didn't realize how much he enjoyed the feeling of another warm dick against his own until it was absent, but there was little time to focus on that. Winter let out a low gasp as he found the tip of his length pressed up against something warm, something tight, and something undeniably needy.
"Don't you want to fuck me into submission?" Deathbringer cooed. "I've been so witty and charming this entire time — doesn't it get on your nerves? Don't I—"
Few things satisfied Winter more than hearing Deathbringer squeak from being filled with IceWing cock. "You don't tell me what to do," he gasped, his claws flexing from just how good it felt to have a warm tailhole stretch around him. "How dare you tease me all this time! How dare you play these tricks on— nnffgh!"
He found himself in disbelief from how Deathbringer's insides squeezed around him. Winter's body sank down to Deathbringer’s, their muzzles barely a talon apart as he panted and squirmed. "How are you doing that?" he asked. "I've never felt anything like that around me before."
"Maybe you should be fucking other dragons instead of using your claws," he responded. Winter's furious embarrassment only intensified when he felt a little peck on the side of his muzzle — did Deathbringer just kiss him?!
Then the tail pressed deep into his tailhole yet again, and Winter could feel himself pumping another spurt of pre into Deathbringer. "Maybe the angrier you get, the better you fuck," the NightWing huffed. "What do you think, Winter?"
"I think you need to stop talking," said the IceWing before he dropped the entire weight of his jaws on Deathbringer's neck.
He was satisfied again, with the way the snarky, wiry NightWing nearly screamed underneath him as he drove more and more of his cock inside of him. Somehow, Deathbringer was far more accommodating than he was, his tailhole hungrily accepting ridge after thick, girthy ridge, though it still took several healthy thrusts to stuff him whole.
It was difficult not to cum already. Every time Winter pulled back to fuck him deeper, he forced himself back upon Deathbringer's tail, and unleashed another wave of preseed inside of him. But he knew he had to persist; Winter growled as he bit deeper into Deathbringer's throat, ramming his hips harder and harder against him. Winter could feel his own mess already beginning to flow out of the NightWing's widened tailhole, and a subtle outrage began to fill him — how dare Deathbringer waste his seed? If he was so obsessed with it, how could he let it go so easily?
So Winter hammered groans and yelps out of Deathbringer, and even when he felt his knot kiss up against that slickened tailhole, he refused to stop. "Moons, I can't fit in you," he growled half-incoherently, teeth still buried in his scales. "Why are you so tight?!"
"Have you considered pressing harder?" Deathbringer moaned back. "Use those strong IceWing haunches of yours and— nngh!"
An annoyed Winter pulled his cock nearly all the way out of Deathbringer before slamming it back in. He hissed, talons trembling as he felt the tail fit its deepest into him, but was so focused on fitting inside of the NightWing that he could barely ignore how good it felt. His thrusts became tighter, slamming the knot more and more against Deathbringer's loosening hole.
"Come on, Winter," Deathbringer crooned. "Don't you want to cum inside of me? See how it really feels to fill a NightWing?"
Winter unhinged his jaws from Deathbringer's throat, silently pleased to see the raw indentations marking his scales. "Shut up!" he said back. "You don't know what I want! Maybe I want to cum all over you! Maybe that'll shut your witty mouth up for a moment."
For a moment he felt victorious. Deathbringer stared at him with wide-open eyes, though it was hard to take him less seriously from how he moaned and rocked back and forth underneath his thrusts. But then something changed — just like the first time he sunk his cock in the NightWing, Winter felt his insides shifting around him, except this time...
Pop!
The tightness was gone. Winter let out a yelp as his entire knot slipped inside of Deathbringer, and though he had managed his need for orgasm quite well before, suddenly his loins filled with sudden, overwhelming pressure, unhelped by how Deathbringer's tail began to pump furiously inside of him. In the scarce moments before his orgasm Winter took the time to stare down angrily at Deathbringer with a snarl, only to find the dragon looking back up at him with a sheepish smile.
"I'm going to freeze you alive," Winter snarled.
"But could you cum in me first?"
It filled the IceWing with indolent anger when Deathbringer leaned up to give him a wet, messy kiss on the cheek, as if he knew exactly the moment Winter would cum. He moaned and shuddered and even tried to pull himself out of the NightWing, but he had no luck; his cock spasmed and pulsed, and Winter lost himself to the sheer pleasure of Deathbringer's tight insides swallowing his cock whole, and despite how humiliating it was to cum deep inside of the snarky dragon... Winter couldn't help but bite down on his neck for the last time as he shot his first load into him.
His eyes slammed shut as he roared, every glacial scale trembling as he felt Deathbringer instantly flood with his seed. The NightWing instantly felt tight around his cock, so much seed spilled that it already fought to explode its way out, but his knot locked every last drop tight within him. Deathbringer trembled underneath him, wordless moans breathed with every gasp he took, and Winter so desperately wanted to taunt him were he able to — but he knew that if he were to even dare to say a word, it would be Deathbringer's name, and he couldn't stand the shame of that.
So he kept the larger NightWing pinned underneath him, bodies so close together that he could feel Deathbringer's cock grinding up between their bellies, leaking between their bellies, throbbing between their bellies... and then spurting between their bellies, warm, gooey NightWing seed splattered between them in time to Winter's prodigious orgasm. Deathbringer writhed underneath as he came without so much as a single claw, rope after rope painting their chests and even their necks. "Winter!" Deathbringer groaned. "Winter...!"
Though Winter had came long before Deathbringer, their orgasms began to peter out at the same time. Winter's frame shuddered and heaved as he struggled for breath, pulling his head up and away from Deathbringer's throat as drool dripped from his maw. "Deathbringer," he breathed back. "Moons, that— I just..."
He could still feel his orgasm throbbing through his loins, pumping away the last vestiges of his enormous load. Winter noted with a hint of pride that he could feel Deathbringer's stomach bulging gently, pressed up against his own toned scales in its gluttony.
A shiver rolled through him as the tail sank deep in him slithered out, and the feeling of sudden emptiness filled him with some alarm, as if it was natural to be filled the entire time.
A lesser dragon would have collapsed on top of Deathbringer, but Winter was anything but. As the dragon underneath him caught his breath, Winter pulled himself out of Deathbringer — or tried to, at least, noting with a growl that he was truly stuck inside of him. "Loosen up," he demanded. "I know you can do it.”
"But what's the fun in that?" Deathbringer moaned. "I thought you wanted to see me filled with your cum. You can pull out of me later."
Winter pulled again, but Deathbringer's grasp on him remained tight. After a moment of debate the IceWing simply let out an unhappy sigh and allowed his tired body to collapse on top of Deathbringer. "Fine," he said, "we can lay here for a while. But only because I want to."
"Only because you want to," Deathbringer said with a laugh. "Did you enjoy yourself, Winter?"
"Hmph. Putting up with your endless snark was a chore."
Then he felt Deathbringer's claws trace down between his wings, shivering as he did the very first time that flush of arousal streaked through him. "But did you enjoy yourself? Be honest."
The words had to fight their way out of him, and Winter was disappointed to let them go. "It should be obvious."
"Don't be such a stick in the ice. I want to hear it."
"Fine!" Winter glared at the laughing NightWing. "Fine. It was enjoyable. You were… enjoyable."
"Told you I know IceWings well."
"Shut up."