Wings of Fire Lemons! (Requests Closed)

Whirlpool x Dune (Wiki Challenge)

A/N This challenge includes going to the Wings of Fire Wiki then clicking on the random pages option to get two random characters. These characters will then, of course, fuck each other in a love motel. Enjoy!

Dune couldn't believe he has stooped so low as to go to a love motel. Sure, the dragonets are really getting on his nerve, and that being stuck in a cave to flee an inevitable death from Thorn for stealing her egg to stop the war is exceptionally bad, but is a love motel really the correct way to handle his issues? Dune wonders what Six-Claws would be doing at the moment. Most likely not signing himself up for a random fucking. He'll probably be assisting Thorn with her matters at the Scorpion Den. 

Just when Dune was about to get up and leave the door swung open, and a Seawing whose movements reflected that of a slug's wandered in. 

"Ahh, interesting, I've been hooked up with a male. I suppose this can work" The Seawing observed with a voice of oil. Dune shivered at the sound of his voice, feeling as though the oiliness of it had gotten beneath his scales.

"Although, you seem to be defective, given the shredded wing and missing leg" the Seawing finished. Fury surged through Dune. Ok, he can make this work as well. Dune is going to stay just to hurt this son of a bitch as much as he can.

"What's your name, asshole?" Dune said harshly. 

"Whirlpool" Whirlpool answered slowly and tantalizingly.

"Why don't we get to it, then?" Dune said with a hint of revengeful glee. Dune swept across the room to Whirlpool, who aggravatingly had his mouth already ready for a kiss. Dune slammed into Whirlpool, forcefully shoving his snout, and by extension his tongue, into Whirlpool's mouth. Turns out, Whirlpool's actions were as sluggish and oily as his words, as he passed his tongue slickly over Dune's. 

In a rough way, Dune pulled away from Whirlpool's slimey mouth, then kissed the Seawing's neck until he found his sweet spot, causing Whirlpool to moan. Dune then bit down onto it, drawing blood from the Seawing, a pain-induced moan created by Whirlpool's oily voice. 

"This is what you get for insulting my demeanor" Dune whispered menacingly into Whirlpool's ear. Whirlpool reacted to this by pushing Dune onto his back, in a futile attempt to prep Dune for an ass-fucking. Dune, however, is more battle-hardened than Whirlpool and therefore stronger, flipping Whirlpool onto his back instead. But instead of prepping Whirlpool for an ass-fucking, Dune decided to take things a little slower, because if you're going to escape from your stressful life to do something relieving, why not make it last?

Dune then grabbed Whirlpool's bulge only to reveal his dick, which was average-sized. Dune then took it with his talon and squeezed it, causing Whirlpool to spasm and moan. Slowly, Dune pumped his talon up and down, but in the same sluggish manner Whirlpool tends to do things. 

"Why aren't you going faster?" Whirlpool said frustratingly. 

"Oh, I'm just giving the slug a taste of his own medicine" Dune grinned. Whirlpool groaned in frustration, but eventually Dune increased in speed, for his lust for Whirlpool's cock was too much to subdue. Before he knew it Dune had the Seawing's member completely in his mouth, using his forked Sandwing tongue to pleasure Whirlpool. Whirlpool was letting out many moans using his slick voice, making them sound like they were melded into one long sound.

Through the seeming never-ending line of an oily moan Whirlpool was harnessing, Whirlpool warned Dune he was about to cum. Dune kept thrusting, now preparing himself for the sickly green Seawing's cum. Whirlpool then suddenly got louder, as his shaft started pumping slick semen. Unsurprisingly, his cum had the texture the same as oil, light and slimey. Dune didn't care though, as it easily slipped down his throat. 

Whirlpool cumming though really turned Dune on, as he was now exposing his throbbing cock right in front of Whirlpool's face.

"Can I prep you for an ass-fucking now?" Whirlpool requested with a hint of playfulness.

"No. Although I'm going to prep you because I believe it's my turn for fun" Dune responded gruffly. Whirlpool submitted, changing his position so that Dune had easy access to his hole. Dune sauntered over to the Seawing, seductively licking his claws for lubricant. Without another word Dune roughly entered Whirlpool's ass without starting off slow, for mercy is hard to come by for this oily Seawing. Whirlpool responded by letting out his version of a cry of pain, which more sounded like a slug was trying to escape his throat.

Dune continued to aggressively finger Whirlpool, until he thought the Seawing was ready for his member. Although he wasn't monstrous, Dunes' dick was still larger than average, so when he inserted it into Whirlpool the mossy green dragon groaned in slight pain, softly thumping his fist onto the floor boards. Dune continued to push in, feeling Whirlpool's slick walls snuggly accommodate his cock.

Once completely inside, Dune has no hesitation to start moving, catching Whirlpool off-guard. This caused him to grunt loudly, moaning at the end of the sound. This encouraged Dune to thrust harder, pleasuring himself all the while. Whirlpool's walls massaged Dune's shaft greatly, allowing Dune to completely relax for the first time in years. 

"Fuuuck the feeling of relaxation is amazing" Dune moaned while pumping his hips violently. Dune kept slamming into the Seawing with harsh force, not caring one bit if he was hurting Whirlpool. All that mattered to Dune was these small moments of bliss, where he can escape the stress of taking care of inexplicably annoying dragonets. 

Before he knew it Dune felt the familiar knot that announced the arrival of his orgasm, and without warning Whirlpool, Dune came as deep as he could into the oily Seawing. He filled Whirlpool up to the brim with his warm semen, to the point where it leaked out of his asshole. Both dragons then lay side by side panting, Whirlpool trying to recover from the violent pounding and Dune contemplating deeply how he could possibly return to his stress-induced life.

"I never got your name" Whirlpool broke the silence slickly.

"Dune" Dune responded quickly. The words that Whirlpool spoke had pulled him out of his thought cycle, remembering that if he was gone too long Kestrel would annoyingly berate him about leaving her to the dragonets.

With that Dune sat up, made his way to the door, opened it, and stepped out into the corridor, on his way back to the cave that held the bratty dragonets, leaving Whirlpool to recover from his harsh treatment.