A Happy Dragon Mount (WEB RES) (Patreon)

Beldrenor was eager to take his mount, Neira, out for their first adventure together, and the drake seemed excited getting all of her new gear on. She had been trained for it for months, and the soft, brown leather saddle complimented her golden yellow scales nicely. She was also fitted with fancy golden jewelry with green gemstones from Beldrenor's personal collection of loot he had come across on his travels. Unfortunately, with her being a drake, they would have to travel by foot instead of soaring through the skies like her draconic parents.

So far, their trip had been rather uneventful. There was no set objective other than to travel to the next town in need of assistance in one form or another, so it was a good opportunity for Beldrenor to get to know his mount more intimately.

After several hours of riding along dust covered forest roads, Beldrenor decided it would be a good time to rest and make camp, so he guided his mount to a nice, somewhat secluded clearing in the woods. Neira slumped over onto the warm grass with a satisfied grunt after Beldrenor had dismounted her. She seemed to be quite happy to give her legs a rest.

"I am going to scavenge the woods for some supplies to make a fire; I’ll be right back, so don't go anywhere!" he chuckled to himself knowing that, after this latest journey, running off was likely the last thing she wanted to do.

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Beldrenor had been gone for about three quarters of an hour and had managed to gather enough wood scraps and branches to make a small fire with. He returned to their camp to find that Neira was indeed making herself right at home!

The drake was lying on her back with her legs spread wide open, one of them raised high as she buried her tail deep inside her tailhole. Beldrenor could even hear the soft, wet sounds of her vent, which was glistening in the dim light. A steady trickle of Neira’s juices ran down her taint and her tail was already slick with them which obviously helped her to push it even deeper inside of herself.

As he watched, her tail pulled back, then thrusted forward again driving itself more than an inch deeper than before into Neira’s ass. Her moans and grunts of delight echoed through the trees.

"Damnit Neira, we can’t have you doing that!"

Beldrenor grimaced. This was supposed to be a professional journey and doing stuff like this would be seen as nothing more than a vulgar and lewd display by any potential clients. If she were caught acting like this by any upstanding citizen, then no one would seek out their services, and she would probably become known as a roaming lecher instead.

"When we get back, I’m going to the blacksmith to commission a special upgrade for your riding gear!"

Neira didn't really seem to hear, or care, for what he said. She kept on pounding away at her most vulnerable region. Beldrenor had had no idea that his mount was the type to like it up the tailhole! But apparently, he thought to himself, the gear he would need to get made would have to ensure she wouldn’t have access to both her female anatomy... and her rear end...

“Not going to say, I don’t like that sight, but you better enjoy it while you still can. Because the next time you’re horny, you’ll first have to earn this kind of relief.”