No Son of Mine
By: Silverserval AKA silverskeye
Part: 1

Auric landed upon the ledge to a darkened cave perched mid way upon the mountain, completing a graceful drop into a crouching position. Large iridescent wings partly encircled his lithe anthropomorphic body. He was a dragon, young, probably not even fifteen, or twenty in human years. He was average for his size, nearly reaching six feet but not quite yet. A loose black T-shirt and equally black shorts covered little of his scales, which were a brilliant gold; but they still hadn't acquired the chatoyant sheen and diamond-like hardness that came little after a dragon's twenty fifth hatch-day. Two silvern horns adorned his head, curling back barely nine inches behind it.
His head swiveled on his long sinuous neck as he looked around tensely, like a thief about to strike as he stayed low to the rock. His eyes seemed black in the darkness for his slitted pupils were dilated nearly all the way, so only a small circle of blue-grey iris remained visible. His long tail slithered along the stone as he finally crouched, and slunk into the darkness of the cave fast like a cat. Once in the concealing blackness, he relaxed considerably, heading further still into the narrow passageway until a warm glow came into view at the end of the twisting cavern. . .
Once he at last crossed the threshold into a much larger space, the familiar sights greeted him like so many times before. There was a single torch to light the area, an animal skin rug, and at last a bed resembling a nest made from various vegetation; but what lie strewn gracefully upon said nest was what really caught his attention.
A dragon, probably no older than him, lie comfortably upon his back, his wings folded at his sides as he looked over at the newcomer with a small smile upon his elongated muzzle. His scales were a deep sapphire, and his eyes were so dark they almost looked black. He was clad in nothing but a loose pair of grey pants, leaving his well muscled chest visible. His name was Darin.
“I was wondering when you'd show up.” The blue dragon said with a smirk.
Auric strode into the room, already eyeing the other dragon with uncurbed lust. “Sorry, I had to convince my dad a bit thoroughly tonight that I was only going for a fly, maybe a hunt.” A sudden but brief look of worry crossed his features a moment, the thought of his father finding out about where he was really going, what he was really doing, was utterly terrifying. But having done this so many times without detection, he had grown a bit bolder, and the worry quickly disappeared to be replaced by his earlier look of lust.
There were no further statements, as Darin stood abruptly, his dark gaze meeting the other’s before he pounced. Auric let out a surprised noise as he was suddenly being pinned against the wall, his surprise gone in a second as soon as he felt the other dragon nipping his neck . . . running his forked tongue along its side. The golden dragon shivered with pleasure, reaching his arms around to grip the other male’s hips.
No matter how many nights in a row these events occurred, they never lost their excitement. Maybe it was the danger of it all, the consequences of two males being together. Not only would the pack banish them, Auric quailed to think of what his father would think, somehow that meant so much more. Thinking about it made him feel incredibly guilty, but how could he continue feeling that way when Darin’s tongue was playing across his throat so expertly?
He moaned, and found himself instantly locked in a passionate kiss with the blue dragon. Their forked tongues tangled with each other, their muzzles locked as closely as possible, and Auric found himself bucking against the other dragon already. All thoughts other than the moment were lost right about then, as they always were; each night it grew that much easier to just forget about any consequences, and it wasn’t long before they were lost in a flurry of passion.
Auric pushed Darin back, never breaking the kiss until they were falling upon the bed. The golden dragon felt the other male’s legs wrapping around his hips, nearly black eyes met blue-grey, and then Auric lent down and latched his jaws on his lover’s neck. Darin let out a choked moan, as he felt the other dragon humping against him, even still clothed they both could feel each other’s hardness easily through the fabric.
Auric paused and moved just enough to reach around the other male, undoing the tail snap at the back of his pants before reaching and undoing the front. Darin grinned a bit at his friend’s eagerness as the golden dragon pulled his pants and underwear off, just before locking him in another vicious kiss. It was Darin’s turn now, as he kicked off his pants still clinging to his feet, and he expertly unfastened his friend’s pants without Auric even realizing it until his shorts were being thrown to the floor. His shirt was practically shredded by the blue dragon’s claws, but he had been expecting that, which is why he wore one of his more worn out and old shirts for the occasion. This was all done without the kiss even being broken, and Auric was flicking off the last piece of black fabric still on his back with his wing when it at last was, in favor of the golden dragon moving down to put his muzzle to further use. . .
Darin let out a gasping moan as he felt his friend’s forked tongue teasing the head of his fully unsheathed cock, and he instinctually bucked his hips toward that hot mouth. Auric smiled mischievously, just before diving down to take the entire ten inch length into his muzzle. Darin hissed with pleasure, tensing a bit as he resisted the urge to start bucking frantically into the other dragon’s mouth. That long, forked tongue did wonders, twisting and moving like no human tongue could ever do, that coupled with the golden dragon’s up and down head movements worked to send Darin into a frenzy. He was panting hard, arching his back clear off the bed, his eyes closed and his mouth open, head back, in a silent cry of ecstasy. He gripped the bed hard, handfuls of dried vegetation getting pulled up by his sharp talons.
He nearly roared in loss when Auric suddenly stopped, pulling away to look at his friend with a smirk. Darin looked totally debauched, panting, his body twisted slightly as he stared at the golden dragon, unable to recompose himself. Suddenly Auric climbed upon his friend, straddling him, lifting his tail slightly as he lowered a bit, hovering above the still slick cock. His own turgid member was standing out proudly into the air, begging for attention.
Darin looked up at his friend, whose eyes were dark with lust. He understood what the golden dragon wanted, and reached a paw down to aid the process. Auric hardly missed a beat, as he pushed down quickly, impaling himself upon his friend. They both hissed in ecstasy, as Auric felt the entire length embedded inside of himself with one swift movement. The blue dragon’s cock hit something inside of him upon the second thrust, and he was suddenly very happy they had chosen such a deep and far away cave to commence these forbidden acts, for the roar that issued from his throat at that moment would have no doubt drawn attention otherwise.
Darin gripped his friend’s hips, thrusting lightly as the other dragon rode him so expertly. His head was back, and his breathing had once again turned erratic as waves upon waves of unmitigated pleasure washed over his already clouded mind. Auric gripped his friend’s shoulders, leaning forward a bit as he quickened the pace. He was getting close now, the constant hammering against his prostate was sure to drive him over the edge at any second.
Barely a minute later, Darin was brought over the edge as Auric’s muscles clenched hard around him. He was vaguely aware of the thick ropes of dragon seed hitting his chest and chin as he gripped his friend’s hips harder than before. He thought he heard Auric roaring in pleasure, the sound, he realized, matched his own. It took a moment for his vision to stop shaking, and when it did he noticed the golden dragon slumped over him, panting with exertion. Darin couldn’t help but smile, as he compulsively reached a hand up to gently stroke down the side his friend’s neck.
Auric looked up at him with a small smile, his breathing finally becoming more regular. “Same time tomorrow?” He asked a little breathlessly.
Darin laughed a bit at that. “Sure, why not?”
Auric giggled a bit as well. “Kay, I better get home before my dad starts to wonder,” ‘If he hasn’t already.’ He added silently to himself, trying to hide the fear that came with that thought. He then leaned in, giving Darin a quick kiss before getting up to leave.
“Bye.” Darin said with a lazy smile on his muzzle, deciding to stay behind a bit. Not only would it look less suspicious if anyone saw just a single dragon leave, his own parents weren’t so uptight, though they advised him to keep it a secret except to those who shared the same plight.
Auric bid him farewell, before slipping into the hallway. He smiled to himself as he went, reflecting on this night and so many before it. Upon taking off from the cave ledge, he veered toward the nearby lake, a vast, flat expanse of black that took up much of the distance. It wouldn’t do to come home covered in the scent of male sex; he had to wash up first.
Banking sharply down, he rode the winds expertly, aiming for the bank of the lake. Everything went smoothly, as he briefly rinsed himself and used some fragrant herbs growing nearby to further mask any remaining scent of the previous occurrence. He was lucky enough to stumble upon an unsuspecting doe on his way back to his cave; he always liked to come home with a prey item fresh caught to stay any accusations from his ever suspecting father.
He landed heavily upon the ledge of the cave in which he lived. It was a rather big place, something his mother had won many years ago in a fight with another female. It was normal for dragons, even in a pack, to fight for territories, especially females, for it was they who had nests and eggs to protect. His father had met and courted her many years ago, siring a single egg that was Auric. When Auric was very young, just one cycle after his hatching day, his mother was killed by humans -dragon slayers- in an effort to defend him. His father had been out hunting, Auric still suspected he blamed himself for her death, but the young dragon never deemed it his fault, and he made sure his father knew it.
Auric took a moment to catch his breath. It had been a long night, and he was rightfully exhausted. Suddenly, a series of powerful wing beats met his ears, the gust stirred by them rushing over his form. A stab of fear pierced his heart, and he almost dropped his prey that was slung over his shoulder at what he saw.
A massive dragon, at least three heads taller than him, landed heavily upon the ledge beside him. Silver scales shone brilliantly in the moonlight, and torchlight that spilled from inside the cave. A black cloak covered most of his chest and thighs, huge dark wings spread out at either side of his large but lithe form, and talons scraped stone as he landed. Two long, curving horns jutted proudly from his head, and his piercing argent eyes met Auric’s with a coldness that frightened the young dragon. It was Vrethan, Auric’s father.
Auric recomposed himself with much effort, and spoke in a shaking voice. “F-father! What are you doing out so late?” He suppressed a flinch at the look the older dragon gave him upon asking that question.
“I think you know full well what I was doing, Auric.” Vrethan spoke in a cold, rumbling voice.
The younger dragon kept composed rather neatly, but his legs were trembling. “Actually . . . I . . . don’t?” The last word came out a question, hoping to get some clarity; he wouldn’t let himself believe his father knew, the young dragon would drop dead right then and there if he knew! Or so he thought. . .
The silver dragon fixed him in a steely gaze, just staring at him for some time, before at last he spoke. “Come, I need to have a word with you.” And then he turned, heading into the cave and back into his personal courters.
Auric felt his heart sink, even as it was beating a mile a minute. He knew! Oh Gods, he knew!! The golden dragon just stood there, staring stupidly for a long moment, his mind stunned into blankness as he watched his father move smoothly into his room and out of sight. He was sure this was it, this was the end, he was going to die tonight. Still jarred to the bone, he found himself obeying his father, moving into the cave and dropping his kill at the table that stood in the middle of the main chamber. He found his feet taking him to his father’s courters, a place he had never been condemned to go to until now. It felt like he was in a dream, a horrid nightmare, actually, and his whole body was tingling as he tentatively moved aside the animal-skin door to the room, and stepped slowly inside.
The room was rather spacious, more than big enough for two adult dragons. The surprisingly angular walls were decorated with a massive mural that covered half the ceiling and walls. The large nest in the corner filled a good portion of the room, and an animal skin rug covered most of the hard floor. There was a desk against the far wall, large and made of wood. It was covered with an assortment of things, potions, creatures in preservation tubes, and more unidentifiable things; it looked like something out of a laboratory. An alcove beside it promised only more strange substances lie inside, like a pantry of some sort.
Vrethan was standing near the middle of the room, his wings folded tightly to his form as he inspected something in his claws closely. Auric’s heart froze when he saw it was a long, ornate cane, with a golden dragon’s skull as a handle. It seemed to be made of some dark red wood, something that was unidentifiable to the golden dragon at this time. He wasn’t unused to being threatened with it, but now he suspected he was about to get far more than a threat.
“Auric, come here.” Vrethan’s voice shattered the silence, but he didn’t look back at his son. He seemed to have eyes only for the cane clutched firmly in his claws.
The younger dragon didn’t refuse, as he slowly stepped further inside, approaching his father like a mouse would a sleeping cat.
“I said come here!” Vrethan snapped, finally turning his head to instill the command with a cold glare.
Auric scampered quicker now, until he was barely a foot away, standing at attention. The tips of his wings were trembling, and he had a hard time not breaking into sobs right there and begging for forgiveness. He knew his father would only take it as a display of weakness, and punish him worse if he did so, and so, he stood there, waiting to take whatever was to come.
Vrethan turned toward him at last, still holding the cane; it seemed to act as a barrier between them. He found his son unable to hold his gaze, and felt a bit satisfied. At least Auric was ashamed of himself. “I’m sure you are wondering what exactly I saw?” He asked.
Auric shivered, not wanting to answer because he couldn’t lie. A long silence stretched between them, and he bit his lip as he forced himself not to cry. “Y-yes . . . sir.” He choked.
Vrethan gave a satisfied and utterly mirthless smirk. The look faded in a matter of seconds, to be replaced by his earlier emotionless expression. “Look at me, and I’ll show you, if you’re so curious.” He said in a deadly cold voice.
Auric did as he was bidden, his blue-grey eyes meeting his father’s silvern, and in a second he found himself locked in a memory. It wasn’t hard for dragons to telecommunicate, or send images to one another, being magical creatures they could do many things.
He was flying high in the air, riding a warm current as he watched the smaller golden dragon that flew below him. Only then did he realize he was looking at himself, as he landed upon the ledge to the ‘secret cave’. There was a skip as he found himself landing, then sneaking stealthily through the tunnel leading into the main chamber. The sounds of pleasure met his ears, and Auric felt his stomach clench as he suddenly was seeing himself, impaled upon Darin, rocking and moaning in bliss.
He tore himself from the memory, closing his eyes with a soft whimper. His father had seen him doing that!? Oh Gods, now he was blushing furiously as well as dying of guilt right on the spot.
“Yes.” His father hissed something different in his voice now.
Was that amusement? Or maybe even . . . lust? No, he couldn’t let himself think like that, but the thought had brought unbidden things to the surface, things he was shocked he was even thinking. A strange surge of warmth passed over his body, and the only thing keeping him from keeping that thought was the fear.
“I saw it all, Auric. . .” Vrethan went on, before flicking his eyes toward the bed. “Go, lay on your stomach on my nest, it’s time I taught you just what it means to willingly commit such unnatural, and depraved acts. But first, take off your clothes.”
Auric melted under his intense stare, whimpering as he made his way over to the bed. He was trembling with fear, afraid to disobey almost as much as he was to obey. Then, tossing a nervous glance to the dragon behind him, who was staring intently, he began to disrobe. Embarrassed and blushing even more furiously, he climbed upon the bed, finding it surprisingly soft beneath his knees, before at last lying prone across the nest. He wished he could enjoy the softness of it, and the oddly comforting scent of his father that seemed ingrained into the material, but the sound of footsteps behind him coming closer reminded him of his impending punishment.
“So tell me, Auric, how long have you been sneaking off with that little friend of yours?” Vrethan asked in his high, clear voice.
“I-I don’t know . . . sir.” He answered shakily, he couldn’t remember just when it had started, but it was definitely a long time ago. And then his vision exploded in a white hot flash of agony. The cane had struck him clear across the back, hitting the base of a wing, but only hard enough to inflict serious pain and not serious damage. He let out a small cry, his eyes wide and watering a bit as the sting lingered. He dared not scream, but he had not been expecting that.
“How long?” Vrethan asked more insistently, his voice dark.
“A few seasons, maybe.” Auric said desperately, trying not to flinch at what he expected was an impending blow from that ominous cane.
The silver dragon snorted, tapping his own hand with the cane he still held crosswise before him. “That’s an awful long time, Auric. I will not have a tail raiser as a son!” He suddenly snapped, gripping the cane and bringing it down upon the younger dragon’s back harder than before.
Auric couldn’t help but cry out again, the pain making him want to curl in on himself. But he willed himself not to move, as he bit his lip, trying to ignore the lingering sting. The second blow came down on the back of his thigh, and that one made tears spring to his eyes.
“You will never, ever, see that dragon again!” Vrethan roared, continuing his assault upon the prostrate dragon mercilessly. He struck randomly, and without much withholding of his strength. “Or any other male, is that clear!?”
“Yes father!” Auric cried, tears streaming from his eyes, unable to control himself any longer. “I’m so sorry, please, stop!” His body hurt everywhere, and he was beginning to think the warmth spreading over his tail base was blood. Even for a dragon of his age, it took a tremendous amount of strength to break the skin! He was growing incredibly afraid now, writhing as he was struck several more times. Crying as silently as he could, the blows finally stopped, and he could no longer feel his arms or face, for he had started hyperventilating sometime during the process.
Vrethan had stopped, and was now staring at his son with a different light in his argent eyes. The golden dragon was looking incredibly pathetic, he had never been beaten so badly before, usually one blow across the hand or even a simple threat was enough. But he felt justified only because this was a serious offence, something you could get banished for. Though, as he stared down at the young dragon, who was failing miserably to hide his agony, he actually felt a little bit guilty.
Auric lay there, still hyperventilating, his arms all the way to the elbow were numb and tingly, as well as his face. His body stung, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to fly or even walk properly for a good few days. This mixed with the humiliation, and the shame. Not only was he nude, but his father had just discovered in the worst possible way his secret, and he had been brutally punished for it.
He was a bit surprised when he sensed the silver dragon moving up beside the bed, and then sitting on the edge of it a short distance away. Confused and scared, he dared not look at his father, not wanting to reveal the tears in his eyes. Though, for some reason, he felt himself compelled to come closer. He turned a little toward the older dragon, wondering if he was about to be beaten more. They sat in silence a while, before the golden dragon dared to slide a hand slowly toward his father’s thigh, (which was the closest thing to him). He noticed the cane lay crosswise over the silver dragon’s lap, but there was a sudden burning need to touch his father in a way that wasn’t painful, and he wasn’t ignoring it. The recent assault had driven all ethical thoughts from his head, all he knew now was instinct and what he wanted.
Vrethan watched carefully as his son reached for him. For a moment he thought the young dragon was reaching for the cane that had been so recently used against him, but then he realized Auric’s claw had come up and rested lightly upon his upper thigh, unmoving. The touch was surprisingly warm, he surmised the recent exertion on his son’s body had raised his body heat, and he found himself oddly drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Being cold-blooded, dragons needed heat, and his son’s body heat was incredibly tantalizing.
He ran his eyes over the young dragon, still strewn over his bed, looking like a beaten dog with the way the golden dragon stared up at him. He didn’t give in to his instinctual need, because he knew that would require serious physical contact, and he felt being nice wasn’t in order just yet. His eyes widened a bit when he felt the paw on his leg pulling open his cloak very discreetly, until he felt hot scales touching his own cool ones. He breathed deeply at that feeling, though now his entire thigh was exposed, and his son’s paw was growing a bit adventurous, shifting gently back and forth before slipping ever so slowly to the inside. Finally, he jerked away rather suddenly, throwing his cloak back into place while he stood up. This little situation was growing a bit too . . . well, whatever it was he knew it shouldn’t be being had between a father and his son. “You may go now, Auric.” His voice rang clear, though he wasn’t facing his son.
Auric’s paw recoiled at the sudden movement, half expecting more pain. The moments before that had been pure bliss, but now he was staring frightened like a hatchling up at his father. He noticed the older dragon wasn’t looking at him, and for some reason felt emboldened by that. He felt anything couldn’t be worse than what he had just gone through, and with much effort, he managed to push himself into a sitting position. His wings folded lightly around himself, and he seemed to be having trouble holding his head aloft. “But sir. . . I don’t want to leave yet.” His voice came out cracked, and he could hardly believe, after that ordeal, he had just said that.
Vrethan seemed confused, because he didn’t say anything for a while. “You want a further taste of what I can do to you, Auric?” That sounded a lot less naughty before he said it.
The young golden dragon felt a strange surge of excitement at those words, and an unbidden stirring in his loins he really tried hard to suppress. He suddenly fell to his hands and knees, crawling agonizingly slowly over the nest toward his father, who was standing only a few paw lengths away. “Yes, father, please . . .” He was cut short as the silver dragon suddenly turned, his eyes fixed so intensely upon him he felt as if he had been physically stopped.
“You want me to hurt you more, Auric? Because I can do that, I can bring you the worst agony you’ll ever feel. I can make you wish you would die.” He hissed in a voice more terrifying than his roar. His wings had extended slightly, bringing a shadow over his face, and his eyes seemed to glow pale silver, just like the icy moonlight: Emotionless and cold, yet tantalizing, lustful.
Auric shivered at those words and at that look, he couldn’t believe he was feeling this way about his own father. He couldn’t move, and he couldn’t speak, and in one charged moment he heard his inner voice scream, ‘Fuck me! Oh please, just fuck me!’
Vrethan’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he caught the demands his son’s conscious was making toward him, he couldn’t believe he was still letting his son stay here! It seemed he had quite literally beaten the sense right out of him, there was no way Auric would desire him if this whole thing hadn’t happened . . . right? He recomposed himself expertly, and, ignoring his better judgment, decided to ask, “Or . . . is it something else you want?”
The golden dragon was torn between embarrassment and lust as he sat there, hearing his father’s words. Vague as they were, he knew the older dragon had an idea of what was going on inside his head. Auric was somehow grateful, as, without a word he finally moved the last few lengths to the edge of the nest. He slipped off the bed, and half blundered into the new object of his desire.
Vrethan, surprised by his son’s assertiveness, wasn’t entirely prepared when he felt the younger dragon collide into him. He held his composure beautifully, his claws falling upon Auric’s sides as the younger dragon embraced him tightly. Warmth immediately began to seep into him, through the rather heavy fabric of his cloak, and he brought his head a bit lower to his son’s level, holding him close. It might have seemed like an innocent and heart warming father son moment to anyone watching, no one would ever deem it otherwise. Not until Auric’s claw shifted from his father’s back to the front, finding the opening in his cloak to reach his hand inside.
The older dragon tilted his head back a bit, his eyelids drooping as he felt the warm claw of his son sliding up from his navel to his chest, and everywhere in between. Something inside his head told him this was wrong, he should punish his son for doing this, after all they were both males, related or not. But then he felt Auric’s other arm sliding beneath his concealing cloak, locking them in a somewhat heated embrace. The golden dragon’s warmth seemed to dominate Vrethan’s world now, and he let out a low purring growl, unsure if he should let this continue. His claws remained fixed on his son’s sides, traveling to his hips, and then pulling him closer forcefully. Since his cloak was basically held open now, he felt the his son’s hard member against the bare scales of his lower belly as they ground together.
Auric let out a low hiss of pleasure, his whole body shaking; it felt like his abused body was about to give at any moment. Every moment of being this close, touching his father so fully was pure bliss. He hadn’t realized he was so aroused until his cock was pressing against the silver dragon shamelessly. He found himself bucking a little instinctively, clutching at his father’s back. His head went up as he looked up at the older dragon, whose neck was still bent in a graceful arch, his eyes closed and his head back. Auric slid his forked tongue out along his scaly lips, bringing a single paw up to the arch of his father’s neck, feeling the sleek scales, and heat that radiated off of it. The action caused the wanted effect, as the silver dragon’s eyes opened, and he tipped his head to see what his son wanted. Auric looked up at him wantonly, slipping his paw to the back of the older dragon’s head just below the horns and pulling him closer; to his delight, his father followed him until their muzzles met in a light kiss.
Vrethan finally let any misgivings about the situation go, and he gave into the kiss, letting his son’s forked tongue trail into his mouth to tangle with his own. The friction between him and his kin was starting to get the best of him, as his own arousal slid unbidden from his genital slit. The feeling he got when his son’s rubbed against his own was almost unwanted, but so pleasurable he couldn’t help but moan deeply into the kiss they were still sharing.
Auric was slightly frightened but also elated when he felt his father’s arousal against his own. He reached his free paw down to get a feel of it, wrapping his fingers around the large shaft as he stroked up from base to tip. It was definitely a lot bigger than his or Darin’s, but still he couldn’t stop the rush of excitement he got from the thought of it pushing into his body. The thought of his father taking him brought intense feelings, all mixed he couldn’t tell them apart, the only one he recognized was desire, and fear.
Vrethan finally broke the kiss, and stared into his son’s eyes, which were full of longing and need. He wondered deeply how he could provoke such feelings in his son, and that’s when sense came back to him. This was his son, a male he had just been making out with, and he quickly stepped back, pushing the young dragon away. He covered himself with his cloak fast, not wanting his son to see him like that, and he couldn’t meet his gaze anymore.
Auric looked as if he’d just lost something, his eyes wide and filled with sudden fear. He couldn’t help but think his father looked surprisingly vulnerable at that moment; it was such a contrast to the strong amazing dragon he was used to seeing. That almost scared him as much as if he was raging with anger, and the golden dragon couldn’t understand why.
“Leave, now.” Came Vrethan’s voice, as strong as ever, but there was an unusual tremble in it.
Auric looked as if he was about to say something, but he couldn’t think of what. Wrapping his wings around himself in shame, he turned and hurried out of that room, without another word.

Pt.2

Auric ran from the room, his whole body feeling weightless as he fled. He went to his own room, which was considerably smaller. There was a bed just big enough to accommodate him, a small carpet made out of some spotted tawny animal, and a desk with some writing utensils scattered upon it.
He climbed onto his bed curling into a ball, feeling hopeless, and afraid. What was going to happen to him now? His secret was revealed, he had just come on strong to his own father, and now he was rendered unable to run away. He was doomed, banished from the pack, surely. They wouldn't tolerate a tail raiser in their midst.
He started crying even though he didn’t want to. Being banished was a terrifying thought for such a young dragon, all alone with no one to talk to. Constant shame of being different, misunderstood.
He shivered, remembering that he was still nude as a cool draft blew over him. He grabbed the blanket, pulling it over his form slowly, trying not to aggravate his still-sore wounds. His room was dark, as he hadn’t bothered to light any of the torches. The glow from the main cave still met his covered door, becoming a faint golden light as it seeped through the animal pelt. Despite all his fear and panic, his fatigue was quickly catching up with him. His eyes slowly closed, as the warmth began to increase beneath the soft blanket. Though, he was sure he was incapable of falling too deep, tonight. . .

* * *

Vrethan was beyond frustrated, as he sat at his desk. His head was in his paws as he tried to sort through everything that had occurred. He felt guilty for doing that to his son, but also a bit distraught at what had caused his outburst. For some reason, his son keeping secrets from him bothered him more than the secret itself, especially if it was that grave. But then he thought of how to handle the situation. He couldn’t tell anyone about this, no, he didn’t want shame brought upon himself or his son in such a way. Plus, he didn’t think he could live without his offspring. He would be alone, and sorrow struck him in an instant when he realized the loss of his son, too, would be his fault. No, he couldn’t let anyone know about this, ever. But if that was the case . . . what was he supposed to do?
He growled low to himself, his silvery eyes glinting as he stared absently at a jar that held a preserved snake-like creature inside of it. And further still . . . he couldn’t believe how his son had turned him on so much. His mind was replaying that moment over and over. That hot young body pressed against his, their muzzles meeting, their tongues intertwining. A flash of what he had seen happening in the cave with Auric and his friend hit him, and he couldn’t help but imagine himself in that position, taking his son without holding back any longer. He shivered, his wings tensing a little and his teeth gritting. But it wasn’t right . . . that was his son for Draco’s sake!
His mind and body fought sense with long curbed lust, and he bit his lip a little, showing a sharp ivory fang in a gesture that could easily have been intimidating, if it wasn’t for the fear in his eyes. The fear of losing control, and he once again slumped, his forehead meeting his palms as he stared blankly at the desk.
He couldn’t remember exactly what had made him snap, maybe it was the fact he hadn’t had a proper mate since his wife died, or it could have even been because Auric had practically served himself on a platter just moments before. Maybe it was both. He didn’t care, as he stood suddenly, knocking the chair out from under him by accident as his powerful tail ripped from the hole in the back of it. He stormed from the room, and swept into the hallway toward Auric’s room.

* * *

A dark shadow fell over the golden dragon’s sleeping form. His back was turned from the door, but even so he found himself wakening with a harsh shudder, as the effect of having an ice cube running down his spine. He knew instantly someone else was in the room, as if the harsh breathing wasn’t enough to give it away.
“Auric.” A dark voice stated, making the young dragon really jump that time.
Something in his father’s voice just wasn’t right, and to his distinct surprise, he felt a thrill of excitement hit him then. “Yes, father?” He asked, succeeding in sounding as innocent as could be.
“Get up . . . now.” The silver dragon snarled.
Auric obeyed instantly, making sure to keep the blanket over his lower half as he turned to face the bigger dragon. His father was naught but a silhouette against the light seeping in from the door, except for his eyes, which were gleaming eerily like moonlight. Auric had no further warning, as he suddenly found himself pinned against the wall with the bigger dragon holding him there firmly. Auric could practically feel the emotions emanating off of his father, and as their muzzles met once more, he felt his already hardening member twitch in anticipation.
Vrethan growled as he felt his son meeting him fully, half in lust and half in disapproval of the younger dragon’s dominance. He broke the kiss quickly, and was amused when the younger dragon tried to lean with him. “Oh Auric . . . you’ve been a very bad boy . . . haven’t you?” He purred, trailing one claw down the golden dragon’s bare chest.
Auric moaned delicately at his father’s words, arching his back a little to try and obtain more contact. “Yes . . . father.” He panted, his erection was now throbbing painfully hard, and with the movement of being pushed against the wall, the covers had left it free and uncovered to jut out into the cool air. He jolted when he felt the claw running down his body come into contact with it, teasingly moving to run up the length of it. “I know. . .” His father’s voice caressed him like silk, and he whimpered, wanting to be fucked so badly by him, it was driving him crazy.
Vrethan’s expression was intense, as he watched every single reaction from his son, as if nothing else in the world mattered. His paw left his son’s cock, instead it gently reached around, caressing the back of the young dragon’s neck. He knew all the spots on a dragoness that was ultra sensitive, even non-sexually, and he was curious if this was the same in males.
Auric didn’t know what was happening at first. It was so much different than his and Darin’s sessions, in its slow sensuality. He found it surprisingly more erotic, as well. He closed his eyes, letting out a low purr of pleasure as he felt his father’s strong paw caressing a spot just behind his ear. A second later and he felt their muzzles meeting in a kiss once more, and he jolted when that paw finally wrapped around his member and began stroking up and down slowly, drawing out his pleasure and making him whimper and jerk.
“Yes. . .” Auric moaned, his voice melting into a low purr. “Oh please, take me father. . .”
Vrethan lost all control upon hearing that utterance, and he pulled Auric away from the wall, suddenly pinning him face first against the bed. The golden dragon’s haunches were in the air now, his shoulders firmly pinned to the bed under the silver dragon’s claws. ‘You asked for this . . .’
Auric could feel his father’s large member make contact with his backside, and he instantly lifted his thick tail, closing his eyes and purring deeply as Vrethan found his hole rather quickly. He gritted his teeth in mild pain as the older dragon began to push inside, he was far bigger than Darin was, but Auric only pushed backward, wanting to be impaled more by him. He could only growl and moan in pleasure as every last inch sank into his body, and he felt a strange sense of accomplishment upon feeling the silver dragon’s hips make contact with his backside at last.
Vrethan’s eyes were closed, his head back a little as he felt for the first time since his mate had died the feeling of being inside of another. It was wonderful, and he had to keep still a moment just to keep himself from coming right then and there. He was well aware that this was his son, but he no longer felt ashamed, in fact, he began to wonder why he hadn’t done this sooner.
At last he went down upon the golden dragon, his teeth meeting the back of Auric’s neck as he began to pull out, then push back in again slowly. The sounds his son was making was nearly driving him mad, and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into the younger dragon with wild abandon.
Auric was making all kinds of sounds as euphoria mixed with pleasure and pain. He was meeting his father with backward thrusts, his claws digging into the bed unconsciously as he felt his climax begin to build. The teeth at the back of his neck, and the claws still digging into his shoulders reminded him of the power his father had over him now, it was absolutely amazing. “Faster.” He managed to choke out. He knew that he was going to be horribly sore in the morning, but he didn’t care, he wanted this to be forever etched into his memory.
Vrethan complied happily, and was nearly driven over the edge when Auric cried out in ecstasy, not able to match the speed anymore. The golden dragon’s head and shoulders were being driven into the bed with every powerful, hard thrust, and he loved every moment of it.
“Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck, that’s so good!” Auric cried, completely lost in the passion, he was gripping the bed so hard, his claws were nearly piercing his own palms. He felt himself driven closer to his climax at a rapid speed as his father found his prostate, and began driving into it with bruising force.
“That’s right. . .” Vrethan panted, his eyes blazing. “Come for me, Auric.”
The golden dragon couldn’t take anymore after that, and he nearly screamed as he came hard, his cock jumping as it shot its thick load all over his bed and his chest. The muscle spasms that resulted then made Vrethan freeze, his claws griping hard enough to pierce through the scales as his orgasm hit him with dizzying force. His wings splayed out a bit as he let loose his long pent up seed deep into his son’s bowels, moaning so deep in rattled Auric to the bone.
They stayed in that position for a while longer, before at last, Vrethan pulled from his spent son. Auric slumped to the bed, half passed out already. The silver dragon stared down at him, a small pang of guilt hitting him somewhere deep in his mind, but he ignored it as he lie there beside the young dragon, taking him in his arms so that they were spooning.
“Father . . .?” Auric’s tired voice was barely audible.
“Hmm?”
“. . . Am I going to be banished?”
There was a long, tense silence after that. “No, Auric, I could never do that to you.” Vrethan whispered, nuzzling his son’s neck gently.
Auric seemed to have relaxed considerably at that answer. “Thank you.” His eyes closed, and he fell asleep there, comfortable in his father’s arms.