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Koun stirred as the light of dawn filtered in through the thin curtains, landing on his eyelids and causing him to wake. It was a sunny Saturday, and Koun had had one the most restful sleeps in a long while. The bed was soft and inviting, the pillows were plump and delicate. He could lay there forever, if he so wished.

The 17 year old Dragon rolled over and nuzzled his white-furred face down into the pillow, breathing a long sigh. He knew it was early, but it was the summer, and the sun was notorious for rising early in the morning during those hot, sweltering days. Slowly, he blearly opened his eyes, gazing around the room.

It's familiar wooden walls and sleek mahogany desk reminded him that he was home, in the rural parts of England. He slowly sat up and brushed his silvery-blue hair back, stretching his back out as his ears flicked and twitched. He wasn't sure what the plans were for today. He often never knew in advance, where Elias was concerned.

Koun had always been a boy fascinated with magic, even from a young age. He had grown up in the Dragon Sanctuary in Iceland in his formative years, raised by a kind man named Lindel. He was different from other Dragons, a peculiar hybrid of human and Fae that no-one had expected. As he grew older, his Fae side had grown more prominent, until he was fully fae by the time he hit 16. No-one was surprised.

Even then, he had a somehow acute sense of Magic, an ability that was innate of all Dragons. He didn't know much, but he was always so eager to learn. Lindel didn't have time to teach it. It was when Lindel's own former apprentice, Elias Ainsworth, visited the sanctuary that Koun's life changed for the better.

Elias was a man, of sorts. He was tall and imposing, his voice rich and deep with authority, but his eyes twinkled with the mischief and innocent wonder of a child. The most notable part of him was his head, which was nothing but a canine's skull with vast, curved horns. He didn't understand empathy, or any other human emotion for that matter, but he was wise beyond his years and had magic at his fingertips. He hadn't even asked Lindel for permission. When he saw Koun, he immediately announced he'd be taking on Koun as his apprentice. Koun had honestly never seen Lindel so speechless. He guessed that it was a surprise to see Elias so ready and willing. He suspected that the man with the skull-faced head was a bit of an introvert.

His home was warm, his greetings kind, and he had a housekeeper who tended to Koun's every need without complaint. When Koun had asked about her, Elias hadn't been forthcoming with information. He simply said that she was a 'landlord', of sorts, who liked to cook and clean. Koun took him at his word. The man had no reason to lie, for now.

Koun had only been there a month or so now, but had already fallen into a familiar routine of practising magic during the week, and relaxing on the weekends, especially on a Sunday. Elias held some peculiar traditions for a man, but Koun was happy to have some downtime between doing magic. The work could be exhausting, and it wasn't always making remedies or practising parlour tricks. Often, they had to walk vast distances to acquire reagents, or perform tasks for the Church.

Slowly, Koun rolled out of bed, dressed in a pair of loose-fitting pyjamas that had been apparently hand-stitched and given to him by the 'landlord', Mistress Silver, often referred to as Silky. He tugged at the woven cloth of his pyjamas, adjusting himself and making sure all the appropriate areas were covered, before stepping out into the hallway.

He actually had plans for today that involved going into the centre of town. However, he wasn't as well-versed in magic as Elias was. He'd require the Mage's help to form a suitable disguise with the help of the neighbouring Fae. He strode across the hall and swung open the door to Elias's room, barging in unannounced.

"Mr. Ainsworth, c--" Koun froze. Perhaps he should have knocked after all.

Elias was in the middle of changing. His shirt hung across his shoulders unbuttoned, revealing a toned, muscular purple-skinned chest with a row of abs and athletic pecs. The mage hadn't even put on his own pants yet, leaving his bottom half exposed, his reasonably thick calves and muscled lower legs. His body had been perfectly sculpted to fit the appropriate physical peak for a man of his stature. What shocked Koun was that swung between the mage's legs. His cock.

It wasn't just flaccid, but erect, twitching and pulsing in the air. Koun didn't want to stare, but a quick, fleeting glance informed him that the member had to at least be a good 8 inches, perhaps more. Much like the rest of Elias's body, it was covered in purple skin, with a foreskin covering the head of the member. Whilst erect, it hung almost horizontally, sagging just a little. The occasional pulsing of the cock made it bounce up and down invitingly, as if it were taunting Koun from afar.

"Good morning, Koun." Elias spoke as if nothing were wrong, and he paused when he saw the Dragon's flustered expression and the way he covered his eyes. He tilted his head, momentarily perplexed.

"What's the matter?" Elias probed for an answer, and at first, Koun didn't answer, his words hesitant, before he pointed gingerly down towards Elias's crotch, still covering his eyes.

"Y-You're exposed, Sir." Koun pointed out quietly, and Elias angled his head to stare down at his own erect member. His pyjamas hung at his ankles, waiting to be discarded.

"Yes," Elias agreed, as if there were nothing wrong with it. "It does this in the morning. A bodily function I cannot control."

"I-It's indecent to be exposed in the company of those you're not intimately close to, sir." Koun's words were well-mannered and spoke, as taught by Lindel in days long past. Elias turned his head towards the half-Dragon and realised what he meant.

"Ah." He realised, crouching down and pulling up his pyjamas, tugging them over his member and letting them rest at his waist. "Is this better?"

Koun parted his fingers to see Elias now reasonably dressed-ish, but the tenting in his pyjamas made Koun's skin tingle with desire. Sensing an opportunity, he lowered his head and nodded. This would at least give him the chance to keep looking at it. Koun didn't want to admit it, but Elias was attractive. He didn't want to be attracted to his own mentor, but he couldn't help it.

"Now, what is it? You came to see me for a reason." Elias slipped into a seat on the bed, looking at Koun expectantly. It was peculiar seeing the Mage dressed so haphazardly, his shirt parted, pyjama bottoms around his waist, with black socks on his feet. Koun cleared his throat.

"I was, uh...hoping you might take me into town today," He began. "I'm not familiar with illusions spells, so I don't know how to change my face, like you can."

"I can teach you." Elias assured him in his same, expressionless manner. Koun seemed pleased, but his eyes occasionally darted to Elias's crotch.

"Is something the matter?" Elias spoke rather plainly, and Koun found himself put on the spot once more, unsure what to say. He didn't want to outright admit his attraction and risk a vital opportunity in his life. But, that didn't mean he couldn't skirt around the question and ask something equally sordid.

"Um..." He began. "Have you ever...been with anyone before?"

"I'm with you know." Elias replied simply. He didn't seem to get the question, and Koun sighed through his nose briefly.

"N-No, I mean, intimately. Naked. Together." Koun fervently pushed the words out his mouth and prepared for the consequences.

"...No," Elias was blunt and forthcoming, something that surprised the young Dragon apprentice. "I have not. I wouldn't know how it might feel."

The teen shifted awkwardly on his feet, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. He wasn't sure whether to get closer and make a move, or ask more questions. His fear won out.

"Have you ever...touched yourself before?" Koun asked quietly.

"...I have," Elias was, again, surprisingly open about it, as if matters of the body were not a big deal to him. "To try it. It feels..."

He raised a hand to his chest and curled his fingers against his skin. Koun watched him with a quiet sense of awe.

"I have a feeling in my chest, when I am finished," He continued. "I don't know what it means. So I tried a few more times. The feeling persisted. It feels like my skin is tingling."

"...Are you sure it's not pleasure you're feeling?" Koun suggested, and Elias raised his head to look at the Dragon, puzzled.

"Pleasure? Hmm...I suppose you're right." Elias murmured, looking down at his member. Without warning, Koun watched as he rather simply tugged down at the front of his pyjamas, revealing his surprisingly still erect cock. Koun watched it twitch in the air and felt his mouth go dry.

"Does it feel different with someone else?" Elias asked suddenly, making Koun's cheeks flush. "Humans...they breed with each other, but sometimes not for the purpose of children. I have seen it."

"Yeah, it, uh..." Koun trailed off, trying to find the words for a moment. "It's like...someone else's hand or touch heightens the senses. It feels different."

"I see." Elias lowered his head again, seemingly lost in thought. His member twitched at Koun, inticing him. The dragon could hide his urges no longer.

"Do you want me to touch it?" He blurted out. "To try it."

"...Okay." Elias, surprisingly, sounded hesitant, but he inevitably agreed. Anxiously, Koun glanced to the door, and he stepped over, quickly shutting it behind them. Elias didn't need to ask why, apparently able to at least understand the need for privacy.

Koun moved back in front of his mentor, his teacher, and got onto his knees, still in his own pyjamas. The tenting in his own clothes was obvious, but for now he ignored it, his attention focused on Elias and his pulsing cock. Before the dragon could begin, Elias shifted and pulled his pyjamas down fully again, allowing him to spread his legs apart a little. Koun saw his hanging ballsack, and bit down on his bottom lip. God, he was so hot.

The dragon reached forwards, his hands briefly trembling until his fingers met with the warmth of Elias's cock. He wrapped his digits around the mage's member and immediately felt him tense. Koun placed a hand on his leg. His muscles felt as hard as rocks, but his cock was still delightfully tender, gently throbbing in his hand. Slowly, Koun pulled his hand down, watching the foreskin glide over Elias's member and past the glans, revealing the head in it's entirety. Koun saw a small bead of pre-cum ooze from the tip, and he resisted the urge to lick it off, for now.

"...How long has it been?" Koun asked quietly, glancing up at Elias. The mage's eyes were wild with lust, but it seemed as if the man didn't quite understand the feeling.

"Months." Elias replied simply. Koun was surprised-- perhaps he didn't have the urge to masturbate as much as other people. Koun slowly began to stroke his member, feeling the thick pulsing of his cock as a gentle reminder that he was doing a good job. He could hear Elias's breathing deepen, saw his hands curling against the covers of his own bed, watched his toes curl against the hard wood floor. He was enjoying it, almost too much.

Koun couldn't resist. Slowly, he moved his head forwards, shuffling himself between Elias's legs and hovering his lips over the head of the cock. He parted his lips, his hot breath wafting across the cock's tip, before he placed his mouth over the head of the member. He head Elias let out a quiet, restrained grunt, something he likely never would have done otherwise. Koun rolled his tongue around the head of the member whilst his hand stroked and gripped the cock, squeezing from the base upwards. He used a free hand to gently cradle and fondle of mage's ample nuts, feeling how warm they were in his palm.

Slowly, Koun bowed his head, sliding his mouth deeper onto the member. The head of the cock glided across Koun's tongue, grazing with the roof of his mouth as it eventually probed the back of his throat, hitting the dragon's limit. Any further, and Koun risked triggering his gag reflex. The young apprentice continued to slurp and suckle, his tongue working across every available inch whilst his hand gently squeezed and stroked the member as delicately as he could. He was no expert in giving oral, but he hoped it would be enough. He closed his eyes and relished the sensations, imprinting the memory into his mind to remember later.

Koun felt Elias's hand on his head, gently stroking with his hair and against his fur, before the fingers curled against his head and the grip tightened. He was about to ask what was wrong, but suddenly felt Elias pushing his head down, forcing him further down onto his member. Koun changed the position of his hands, planting them against Elias's hips as he felt the cock sliding down into his throat. He surprisingly didn't gag or choke on it as he suspected, but he also couldn't breath. He felt another hand on his head, adding to the strength of the other one and forcing him down further.

Before he knew what was happening, he was deep-throating his mentor's cock, his snout buried against the mage's pelvis with the entirety of the length inside his mouth, down into his throat. He felt Elias tense and shudder with what he could only assume to be pleasure and desire, before the mage loosened his grip and pulled him back up. Koun took in an instinctive gulp of air when the member was free from his throat, but had little time to recuperate. Elias gripped his head and pushed him down again, a short groan escaping the mage's lips.

Koun was all for pleasuring his teacher, but this wasn't the way he would have normally done it. His large, fluffy tail flicked and curled around his own leg, his eyes scrunched up as Elias used his throat as he wished. Koun wasn't even sure if Elias was in control now or not, but the mage seemed really into it. His hands forced Koun down on his member, over and over. He could hear Elias's heavy breathing, feel his tense muscles. The air soon became filled with the slick, wet sounds of the mage's thick, pulsing cock sliding in and out of Koun's throat.

Then, suddenly, the mage pulled back, letting Koun go completely. The young apprentice took in a huge gulp of air and coughed a little, wiping his mouth as he leant back. The cock was slick and glitening with spittle. Elias's skull mouth hung open for a moment, before he closed it. He averted his gaze.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me." He looked genuinely apologetic, and Koun almost felt a little bad for him. The dragon smiled awkwardly.

"It's oka--" He began, but didn't have time to finish his sentence. Elias suddenly whisked him up and tossed him onto the bed, where the dragon fell flat on his back amongst the pillows and blankets. He was momentarily disoriented and tried to get up, but Elias was suddenly on top of him. Koun could feel the mage's throbbing cock against his inner thigh. The mage looked tense and Koun could see tendrils of thorns seeping out from behind him. This was dangerous. Koun knew it was, but he wanted to keep going. He didn't know why.

Elias bore down on him, but he didn't touch him. Their bodies were alarmingly close together, Koun's legs parted to make room for Elias's own body. The mage's head was inches form his own, his mouth hanging open as if he planned to eat him. His hands were mere inches from touching Koun's fur, but he hesitated. It was exhilirating. Koun wasn't sure what to think. Then, Elias closed his mouth, his eyes darting left and right, as if in deep thought.

"Can we do something else?" Elias asked quietly, and Koun peered up at him with innocent-enough eyes.

"Like what?" The Dragon asked quietly. He watched as one of Elias's hands trailed down his side. It practically trembled with barely restrained desire, until it reached the waistband of Koun's pyjamas.

"I have seen men breed with men," Elias said it almost matter-of-factly. "We could..."

The mage trailed off, his gaze flicking to Koun's face, as if gauging his reaction. When Koun didn't say a word, he kept going, pulling at the pyjamas until they were sliding from Koun's rump and past his hips, along his legs. Elias leant back enough to be able to peel them off completely and he tossed them to the side unceremoniously, letting them fall in a heap on the floor. His gaze skirted down Koun's body to stare at the Dragon's erect, humanoid member, weakly pulsing against his stomach. Koun was anxious. He'd never really done this sort of thing before.

Elias moved his hands, cupping them under Koun's rump and lifting him up until his hips met with the mage's pelvis. Elias moved and shifted, half-naked, until he was in a suitable position. He angled his hips back and moved one of his hands to angle his pulsing cock, smearing the head of his member against Koun's tight, virgin entrance. He didn't give Koun much warning of when he was going to enter, nor was he overly gentle at first. He pushed his hips forwards and the head of his member was quickly and immediately swallowed up by Koun's tight, virgin ring.

A stab of discomfort shot up the dragon's spine that briefly made him wince and tense. The member sunk deeper into his spasming walls, Koun's insides squeezing around the member instinctively. He let out a weak grunt and tensed up, curling his fingers against the blankets as he heard Elias let out a long, plentiful sigh. He leant forwards as his pelvis eventually bumped up against Koun's body. The two met with alarmingly proximity, and Elias leant over his apprentice, staring down at him for a moment, before turning his head to stare between their bodies. Then, he began to thrust.

The first tug back was a little painful, but every thrust thereafter wasn't as bad as the first. The stabs of discomfort quickly gave way to the gentle waves of pleasure that made Koun's senses heighten and his skin prickle with desire. He places his hands on Elias's shoulders, feeling the mage's thorns curling dangerously around his wrists, but never enough to dig in or pierce his flesh. His insides squeezed tight and he found himself hooking his ankles around the mage's body, holding onto him. The two began to pant and groan. Koun wasn't sure if he had wanted this at first, but now, he didn't want it to stop.

Elias was a passionate lover, that much was certain. His thrusts were gear and forceful, his breathing heavy and plentiful. His hands gripped tightly and rigidly, almost like a machine, but the beautiful thorny tendrils betrayed his true nature. They lovingly grazed Koun's arms, curling further and further down his body, as if they were exploring him. They teased against his neck, stroking along his chest. The more that Elias thrust, the tender they stroked.

Koun began let out quiet moans of pleasure, and Elias picked up on them, beginning to grunt in earnest. He seemed to be getting off on Koun's gentle quivers, as if aroused at the thought of pleasing another man. The dragon's member stood on end, bouncing back and forth as pre-cum leaked from it's end, being flung from the head of his cock and splattering onto his stomach with each thrust. Elias's member was pushing all the right buttons within him. He wasn't sure if the mage had employed some sort of magic to numb the pain or lube up his thrusts, but Elias pounding into him with such apparent ease that Koun found himself lost in a whirlwind of pleasure he never thought possible.

The mage's thrusts grew harder and faster than ever before, and Koun felt a pressure in his loins that steadily began to build. He was familiar with it, but never in this capacity. It was more intense and more urgent than anything he'd felt before. He rolled his head back against the pillows and began moaning with more and more intensity, his cock violently throbbing against his stomach, warning him of what was to cum. His body felt like it was on fire. His muscles ached for more.

Then, just like that, it washed over him. He shuddered and his insides clamped down like a vice as he orgasmed, his cock pulsing violently against his stomach and pooling thick spurts of cum against his fur, dribbling down his body and onto the sheets beneath him. He panted and arched his back, restrained groans escaping his lips as the thorny tendrils caressed and grazed his skin. Despite his climax, Elias's thrusts were relentless, but quickly grew irregular from Koun's tight squeezing.

Elias leant forwards, pushing Koun with him as he angled the dragon's hips up, pushing all of the young apprentice's weight down onto his shoulders. Koun gripped onto his tight, momentarily startled by the subtle change of positioning. Elias pulled back and began to thrust down with gusto, his grunts more erratic and intense. His balls slapped roughly down against Koun's furred behind, pre-cum practically leaking from his rear end and dribbling down. Elias thrust a few more times until he suddenly slowed, rolling his head back.

Koun could feel it: the warmth the spread through his loins and stomach, the thick pulsing in his rear end that informed him that Elias had reached his own climax. He could feel the mage's orgasm, feel the way his cum spurted from the end of his member in thick, brief jets. Elias rolled his hips a few more times, cum leaking from Koun's behind and seeping down his ass in a single, subtle dribble. Koun panted tiredly, overcome with pleasure, his body humming from the aftermath of their sex. Elias was peculiarly silent, his breathing slow and gentle, his eyes lost in thought.

Then, just like that, the mage got to his feet, sliding out of Koun's behind unceremoniously. Koun rolled on the bed to look at him, clenching his behind so as not to make a mess. He stared down at Elias's half-limp cock, coated in a thin veil of cum and spit.

"I'm going to have a bath." Elias informed him, back to his usual self, as if nothing happened. Even the tendrils had done, having dislodged themselves from Koun's body shortly after Elias had orgasmed.

"...Aren't you going to say anything else?" Koun mumbled, feeling a little used. He flicked his gaze down and wondered if perhaps he'd done the wrong thing.

Suddenly, Elias cupped a hand under his chin, raising his head up. Koun found himself inches from the mage's face, those red dot eyes staring down at him.

"We will discuss more later," He assured him, hesitant for a moment, before he let go of him. "For now, you can rest."

He peeled off his shirt, which Koun noticed was plastered with sweat, before sliding on his dressing gown and leaving the room. Koun lounged in Elias's bed for a moment. The way that Elias looked at him just then...

Perhaps he'd made the right call after all.