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This story contains dragon sex, gay sex, public sex and incest by lore (just in case). All characters are adults in this story.

Story Synopsis

Starflight's had a hard morning at his job, but Clay saves the day when he asks him to do some naughty things under the desk. After all, the librarian deserves to release some pressure.

Let's hope nobody surprises them!

Oh yeah! We finally are closer and closer to my actual works! This one, made in late 2023, was a blast to write! I remember that I wrote it way faster than I usually do. First, I had this idea in mind since a long time, so I was so happy to finally put in "in paper". Plus, it involved a ship that I love a lot. What can I ask for more?

Another thing: I don't know if it's just me, but I love the idea of Starflight being a power bottom. Imagine it: he's very shy in his day-to-day life, but in bed, he's a real sex beast who loves to be dominated! I just like the personality switch according to some contexts, like you can never know the character until you have intimate moments with him.

Have a good read!

©Wings of Fire and the characters belong to Tui T. Sutherland and Scholastic

©This artwork is made by Gram_Berserkr https://linktr.ee/gram_berserkr

©The story is done by me

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This moment was a calm time for Starflight at the library. The afternoon class had already started and only a few silent students were reading in their corner. The peaceful sound of a scroll unrolling and the air flowing through the room made this place peaceful. It was far more peaceful than the hurrying footsteps of a hundred dragons and their incessant hubbub an hour earlier. This sound pause did the black dragon a lot of good. Because of all these demands and his tasks to do, he did not think he would survive the noon rush hour.

If he remembered correctly, today was the day the students had to pick up their copies of the Scroll of Survival and Healing. He certainly didn't want to remember the anarchy it was to search for each scroll, identify them, and give them to the corresponding student. It was really a complex task for a blind dragon like him. The situation worsened when there were losses or wrong information on the documents. It was a real puzzle to sort out. Fortunately, thanks to his resourcefulness, he had managed to give all the scrolls to the students. Clay would surely be happy to hear the news.

When he thought of the MudWing, Starflight couldn't help but smile, slightly blushing.

As he was about to sort through the returned parchments, he heard heavy footsteps entering the room. Since he lost his sense of sight, he had developed the faculty for perfectly identifying dragons by the sounds they made. He could hear very well that the dragon in question was limping from its left hind leg. Moreover, his deep, yet relaxed breaths helped the NightWing to identify who had entered the library.

“Clay, is that you?” Starflight asked him, reflexively directing his gaze towards the noise source.

“Yes, it's me,” the MudWing confirmed with his usual benevolent tone. “You will always impress me with your faculty to recognize someone without your eyes.”

"You know, it's not that complicated," the NightWing explained in his scholarly tone, happy to impress him. “All you have to do is to use your other senses to know their habits. Each dragon has its own unique quirk and when we…”

“I got it. You don't need to make me a long parchment about it, my scrollworm,” he silenced him in an amused tone, his voice sounding closer to him now.

The NightWing was startled when he felt a muzzle gently nuzzled him. This action made Starflight blush a lot, embarrassed to show affection like this in a public place. Despite everything, he did the same to Clay, his heart pounding like every time he was near this handsome, hefty dragon. The mere feel of his soft warm scales caressing his and the sound of his calm breaths was his comfort zone. He had the impression of being close to him although a stone counter separated them.

However, he had to shorten this display of affection as much as possible to avoid others noticing him. Quickly, he moved his head away from the MudWing’s, and he explained to him shyly,

“C-Clay! How many times do I have to tell you that we must avoid being too close in front of the students?”

“What do you mean? Love is love, my star,” a skeptical Clay defended, always kindly though.

“I mean, they're going to believe things, and they're going to start spreading rumors about us. Don't forget they believe we are... brothers. I prefer this kind of relationship to remain more… private.”

For a moment, he sensed the atmosphere was tense. Sudden stress gripped the NightWing when he heard a long bewildered sigh from Clay's muzzle, but he relaxed the moment he felt a sturdy paw on his own.

“I understand, and I will accept your decisions, my star. Just know that I love you,” he said with touching sincerity.

“Me too, I love you Clay.”

Finally, this discussion on this thorny subject had gone better than the previous times. While this romantic moment made Starflight feel good, he couldn't help but think that he had forgotten to ask him an essential question.

“Oh yeah! What is your reason for coming, Clay? I managed to give all the scrolls to your students, except for a few of them. However, the order should arrive within a few days.”

While he expected satisfied words from the MudWing, he got the impression that he looked unease instead. His breathing was a little more jerky, and he heard his tail whipping the air slowly. Why was he staying silent? Did he do something wrong? Weren't these the good scrolls he had given?

“Oh… well… it’s… after the discussion we just had, it will be… a bit difficult?” the hefty dragon stammered after a long moment of silence.

What did he mean by that? He didn't understand why he was so worried about telling it. However, he was beginning to have suspicions when he smelled a faint musky odor that he could smell for only one specific moment.

“Hmm… in fact, I have an intense desire to, you know, have some fun,” Clay whispered to him, uneasily. “I know you can't get out of the library while Destiny is having her lunch break, but when she will get back, I must go to my class. If there's one thing I want to avoid at all costs, it's presenting myself like that in front of my students.”

“B-but you know how much work I have to do today.”

“I know, but at worst, you can do your tasks at the same time, right?”

“What if we get caught? We're going to get punished by Tsunami, and she's the worst when it comes to giving punishments!”

“Isn't that what make it exciting? This is what you told me during my healing class,” he whispered to him between two quivering exhalations, his warm breath caressing his ear.

These words had an immediate effect: Starflight blushed intensely remembering this… very torrid moment. He remembered very well the moment when, during dinner, he felt so excited that his first instinct was to go see Clay and ask him to help him. He remembered that the conversation sounded a lot like the one that was happening right now. Strangely, it was so exciting to get penetrated under the desk while the MudWing was catching up with some students. He had never thought he enjoyed being fucked so much in a public place, but what surprised him the most was knowing how Clay was so kinky.

Just imagining this erotic scene made Starflight's throbbing dick harden. He couldn't believe Clay had struck a chord. However, he deserved a moment of rest: he could afford it after this infernal morning.

His body shaking with arousal and his thoughts muddled by his lust, the only thing he managed to whisper to him was a command filled with sensuality.

“Under my desk. Right now. Make sure no one sees you.”

Satisfied with the direction this discussion had taken, Clay growled seductively before walking to be behind the desk. Starflight secretly hoped that the MudWing verified that no one saw them, but he didn't have time to think about it when he felt a body laying down below his desk, in front of him. His dark scales felt the brownish body’s heat caressing them. His spasmodic cock throbbed intensely, begging the MudWing to begin his work right now.

However, he must not lose sight of his tasks. He was going to be shady if he didn't do anything after all. So, he took the top scroll from the pile and opened it on the desk. With a precise gesture, he ran his finger over the identifying text covered in elaborately placed bumps. History (3-15). He placed it somewhere specific on his desk. Next! He picked up a new one and tried to identify it.

The NightWing was taken aback, however, when a muzzle landed on his balls. The feel of his testicles on the soft scales was comfortable, but the warm exhalations caused by his nostrils made the experience more than pleasant. He knew very well what was going on under the desk: Clay took a lot of pleasure in smelling his balls on him, one of his talons probably working to relieve himself. Starflight tried to focus on his task, but he was starting to have trouble being efficient. Instead, he contented himself with stroking his tickling testicles over Clay's muzzle and listening to the subtle wet noise below him.

Then the next step almost made him let out a moan: a slobbering organ began its ascent over his testicles. Heat immediately flooded the NightWing's body and his balls relaxed from all the sensual attention. Hot saliva settled in every corner of his nuts while the rigidity of the tongue made these caresses stimulating. The trembling exhalations warmed up this erogenous zone even more. Clay's curious tongue had fun rolling up one of his balls and soaking it before moving on to the other and repeating the process. The MudWing even sometimes took the opportunity to suck on one of them for a few seconds, the suction further stimulating this sensitive area. Starflight had always loved the moment when his partner cleaned his nuts to the point the precum flowed from his dick, which made the mud dragon groan voluptuously.

Thus, he moved on to the main course by passing his tongue over the sensitive tip of the pink dick. Immediately, Starflight's cheeks became very hot, and his jaw clenched to avoid making a suspicious sound. The organ took pleasure in licking this ticklish area to collect this transparent liquid. The NightWing tried to sound as calm as possible, but that nimble tongue wrapping around his virility made this task so complicated. He could no longer be vigilant, secretly hoping that no one was watching them.

“Sorry, Mr. Starflight,” a joyful voice exclaimed which surprised the librarian a lot. “Can I ask you a question?”

Panicked, his consciousness came back and the NightWing straightened up. How didn’t he hear her arrival? He felt his heart racing and his cheeks getting hot by this delicate situation. Still, he hoped to be able to hide his pleasure with a neutral expression, even if those sensual licks on his dick tickled him a lot. By all the stars, why was Starflight never lucky during those times?

“Y-yes yes! Of course!” Starflight exclaimed as naturally as possible. “Hum… can I ask who I'm talking to before?”

“You don’t recognize me? It's me, Kinkajou!”

“For the constellation’s sake!” the NightWing mentally swore. “Why, of all the students in the school, it’s the most talkative one coming to see me now?” He avoided showing his displeasure with a benevolent smile.

“Ah, yes… sorry. The night…” He paused to take a long, shaky breath, controlling his urge to moan as Clay's thick tongue stroked his knot. “... was very short for me yesterday. But that's not the subject of the discussion. Go ahead. What's your question, Kinkajou?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you had a copy of the Scroll of Survival and Healing. I couldn't come this morning because Turtle needed help for a math homework. You know, he has a lot of difficulty in this subject, and I thought that…”

As she justified herself with her usual enthusiasm, Starflight tried to concentrate on her words as much as possible. At the same time, it was a big challenge with the hot treatment he was getting below the desk. As if he wanted to taunt him, Clay licked each erogenous part insistently. Suddenly, he caressed the sensitive tip, creating intense tickles through NightWing's body. Then he passed his slobbering organ over his relaxed testicles before moving up to his knot. All these sensual caresses gave him such a pleasant sensation that he would have enjoyed them if they were in his cave.

But keeping control had become a more complicated task when he felt a large muzzle gently sucking its tip. Starflight immediately had the impression that pleasuring sparkles had crossed his body as the tickles in his crotch became so enjoyable. The thick tongue didn't end there. On the contrary, it hungrily savored it in his muzzle. The whole thing created an even more unbearable, but so extraordinary, sensation that Starflight found it increasingly difficult to hide his pleasure.

How Clay was so good at sucking!

However, he had a conversation to follow. He had to finish it as soon as possible if he wanted to ejaculate peacefully.

“Sorry to interrupt you, Kinkajou, but unfortunately, I no longer have a copy of this scroll. I've ordered some, though, and they'll arrive in a few days,” Starflight interrupted in the middle of the RainWing monologue.

“No problem, Mr. Starflight!” she affirmed with the attitude of a ray of sunshine. “Are you sure Clay won't mind?”

“N-not really… He is aware of the situation.”

“Great! Speaking of him, I looked everywhere and I didn't see him. Do you know where he went? I have to ask him some questions about the last lesson.”

Oh no! What was he going to tell her? What lie was allowing him to get away with it? He quickly ran through all the possible answers, but panic had taken over, and he answered on the spot,

“He is not available!”

“B-but why?” the female dragon asked with a lot of astonishment in her voice.

“B-because…”

At the same time, Clay’s maw began to introduce his cock little by little inside. It was like a hot, wet towel had wrapped around his cock. This did him so much good that he couldn't help but let out a jerky sigh. Suddenly, the MudWing's head started bobbing back and forth. His throbbing virility rubbed against varied-textured walls, and got wet with all the saliva in the muzzle. The tip of his dragonhood was caressed by the rough palate to amplify the sensation of friction while the tongue didn’t hesitate to savor this spasmodic delight lengthwise. The whole thing was enhanced by the moist, quivering exhalations that warmed his very stimulated dick and the massage of his balls with one of his large paws. Even though it was the thousandth time he got sucked, the sensations were still as good as the first time with him.

He was sure the reason why the MudWing had started sucking him now was to taunt him. How teasing he was sometimes!

“… He left to rest before his lesson. He, too, had a short night,” the librarian continued with difficulty after having calmed the wave of pleasurable tickles.

“Ah, okay! In that case, I would talk to him about it before class! Thank you, Mr. Starflight! See you soon!”

“See you soon, Kinkajou!”

The moment he heard footsteps walking away from him, he let out a sigh of relief before trying to return to his tasks. However, with all these tickles in his crotch, he could no longer concentrate on his work. He couldn’t even read as these sensations became unbearable. The NightWing couldn't take anymore: he absolutely had to cum before another student came to see him.

This was how Starflight began to move his pelvis in a regular back-and-forth movement. This gesture astonished the MudWing who gave a gasp of surprise, but quickly, an erotic growl came out of his muzzle. With these faster movements, the friction of his dick on the drooling walls increased the incredible titillating sensation. The tongue also took the opportunity to clean his spasmodic shaft, not hesitating to stroke each sensitive area. Clay's paw massaged his testicles with more vigor. The wet sound of the other male's masturbation increased as much in intensity as the number of spasms building up in the librarian's dragonhood. He was so close to cloud nine that he could no longer control his heavy breathing and his burning cheeks. His talons gripped the stone counter so tightly that they left claw marks on it and tore part of the parchment on the desk. He didn't care though: only the satisfaction of being close to cum occupied his mind at this moment.

After three final abrupt hip movements, Starflight ejaculated with a long, trembling sigh. He could finally feel the satisfaction of releasing the cum into Clay's hungry muzzle. The latter greedily swallowed it with low moans of pleasure, massaging the NightWing's balls as if this action would increase its quantity. Even his thick tongue gathered the last drops from the tip of his cock. During this pause, Starflight was able to gradually regain his senses, now distressed that someone had seen them. He hoped he had been subtle enough not to arouse suspicion. It was at these moments he cursed himself for being blind.

However, even though he had already ejaculated, the libido had not yet left his body. Worse, his cock was still just as solid, ready for the second round. His thoughts were only imagining being penetrated by the MudWing's large dick. Why was he so excited to be fucked in public?

In the end, he was the one who was actually horny.

Without saying a word, Starflight stroked the other male's head to attract his attention before gesticulating his intentions. With a dominant claw, he pointed at him before pointing to his rear. It wasn't long before Clay understood his commands and he accepted it with a satisfied grunt. The NightWing couldn't help but let out a smile at this response. He was so happy to have such an open-minded lover.

After a few adjustments, they were now positioned comfortably. The MudWing was lying on his back while the black dragon was on his two hind legs, his two front legs on the desk for balance. Clay's large, throbbing shaft was aligned with the librarian's ass. Starflight's wings were spread, hiding the lying male in case anyone saw them from the sides. The NightWing's body trembled with excitement at the thought of being penetrated. He could no longer wait to receive this guilty pleasure, and without giving the signal to his partner, he lowered his body. The black dragon felt the wet tip of the spasming cock at the entrance to his tailhole. He could even hear the shaky breaths of an equally excited Clay.

With a slow movement, he inserted the dragonhood in him, and a long, shy grunt came out of his muzzle. The fact that the tip of the solid cock was covered in precum made the penetration much easier. However, he didn't remember how Clay's dick was so massive and long. It was a big challenge to get it all the way inside him, but when he did, it was the best reward he'd ever had. Fortunately, he practiced a lot to take such a beast.

Slowly, the NightWing enter one inch at a time into his anus. The sensation was certainly uncomfortable, but he felt his fleshy walls slowly adapt to its impressive width. To relieve some of the pain, he let out several short exhales, controlling his breathing to appear as less suspicious as possible. While it was a challenge for the librarian, Clay, on his side, grunted discreetly in ecstasy at the sensation of the anus tightening around his throbbing penis. Hearing his partner growl exhilarated Starflight which encouraged him to take more and more.

He achieves this goal after several minutes. He couldn't help but feel proud to have the dragonhood inside him: his many hours of practice had paid off. From that moment on, it had become a very pleasant moment for the NightWing: he too