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A distant roar shattered the still evening sky. Loud and full of primal aggression, it echoed stridently across the vast rocky plains, breaking the cool silence which had settled across the region.

For a brief, all-encompassing moment, silence reigned as the last brassy echoes faded away. Not a creature stirred to break the crystalline silence. In that moment, it felt as though the land and its inhabitants had all drawn in a collective breath, shocked into muteness by the primeval power and threat contained in that explosion of sound.

And then the moment passed, and chaos reigned.

In Troy's camp, everything exploded into sudden frantic motion. Troy himself had been half-dozing; the day almost over, he had been given his feed bag and was now slowly drowsing off to sleep in the post-meal stupor. The trumpeting roar wrenched him from his food-driven inertia - jerking against his ties, his eyes shot wide, a sudden surge of adrenaline blasting through his body.

Rearing in sudden panic, he trumpeted loudly, eyes rolling. What in the hell was that? His shocked mind took a few moments to process the fact that the other horses tied up around him were panicked too, but what worried him just as much if not more was the panic evident in the humans of the camp.

Everywhere he looked, the camp appeared as nothing more than a kicked anthill. People erupted from their tents and carts, the same confused panic he felt writ across his face visible on them. Metal banged on metal in an arrhythmic clangor as the camp's few guards hastily strapped on their armour, dropping parts against the rocky ground in their frenzy.

For a second time, the roar echoed overhead, a strident and brassy challenge ringing out across the boulder-strewn plain. Through some trick of acoustics, the roar sounded to be come all directions, and yet none at the same time. Everyone in the camp stopped, animal and human, heads flinging about wildly. Eyes wide, Troy bucked against his lead, but the damned knots were too tight, and no matter how hard he pulled he couldn't break free. He was underutilized and generally neglected on most fronts, but apparently the one thing that his handlers could do was tie a knot.

Forcing himself to calm, he stopped his fruitless fight against the ropes, thinking for a moment. The camp had been attacked once or twice before, but never this far out... No bandits sound like that, anyways. They had seen a gryphon once or twice in their travels, but this? This had to be a...

"DRAGON!"

Troy rolled his eyes. "Well fuck me sideways and call me a half-shod nag, we've got a genius on our hands."

The man shrieking such profound insights abruptly ran by, hands to his face and screaming bloody murder. Clad in only his underwear and a pair of half-donned trousers, he stumbled his way out of camp, sounding for all the world like his balls had chosen that moment to retract back up into his body. "Bloody idiot," Troy muttered to himself. In all likelihood, the dragon would come and take what he liked, and then leave again - everyone knew that. Despite their fearsome reputation, they usually had their own, if somewhat skewed, sense of honour, and wouldn't attack unprovoked. Generally. Of course, you also heard the stories about those other dragons - nothing much was left of the camps that those dragons attacked. So long as these idiots don't fight back, we should be fine. He consciously pushed back other thoughts, of an entirely different nature, and watched the scene unfold.

Still screaming, the terrified idiot crested the nearest hill and disappeared over the hump. As his screams gradually faded away, a few of the men laughed loudly, trying to still their fidgeting with their ill-fitting armour. The sound rung hollow in Troy's ears though, and apparently in their own - the laughter trailed off quickly to nervous chuckles.

Abruptly, the screamer's shrieks cut off, and all laughter cut off with the razor sharpness of a guillotine's blade. The men shifted anxiously, creaks and scrapes of armour the only sound to break the brittle silence. A moment stretched to two, then three... And then, with a roar so loud that Troy felt his ear drums vibrating, an immense black shape unfolded from behind the same hill.

The dragon which appeared was both the most terrifying, and the most majestic thing Troy had ever seen. Humans tended to use numbers as the key to their intimidation, but one look upon the vast array of spines, claws, and fangs on the beast before them put that to shame. What had first appeared black was actually a deep wine shade of purple washing over the dragon's features, with subtle violet swirls and highlights playing across his wings and sides. The dragon's long, lithe body belied the common belief of the beasts being slow and cumbersome; his narrow, wedge-like face wore an easy self-assured expression bordering on arrogance as his piercing, icy-blue eyes swept across, and summarily dismissed the gathered humans.

Taut muscles rippling under dark scales, the beast's massive wings flared as he sprung into the air, loosing a narrow gout of flames over their heads as he circled the camp a couple of times. Quite the showman, Troy thought with a barely suppressed snicker. As he circled, Troy took note of a few things - his tail, rather than a long, thin thing like a lizard, had what looked like a small wing surface on it, the same dark wine leathery membrane of his wings fanned out to catch the air. Again unlike a lizard, his legs appeared to be more of a mammalian gait, rather than being out at right angles from his body, but it was difficult to tell with them tucked against his body. His head had a series of small spiny frills, composed of the same leathery membrane as his wings, only a lighter purple. In one forepaw, he had something clutched... The screamer, Troy realized, drooped limply over the dragon's strong paw. Must have passed out from the shock. And of course, there was something else he was paying attention to, which try as he might he couldn't tear his eyes away from... Several somethings, as a matter of fact.

With a smirk wide across his face, the dragon abruptly pitched his cargo, and with an explosion of hay, the man crashed down into a feed cart. Bullseye. Flaring his wide wings, the dragon swung himself vertical in the air, and touched down lightly hind feet first in the middle of the disrupted camp. Troy couldn't help himself but give the dragon a good ogling as he touched down. Even before he spoke, there was certainly no question that this dragon was very, very much male.

Falling lightly to his forepaws, the dragon snorted at the assembled men. Eyeing them for a moment, he flicked his tail, blinking as he tucked his wings against his back. "Well?" The dragon's voice was deep and brassy, powerful but with an odd musical lilt to it that Troy wouldn't have expected.

Judging by some of the group's reactions though, apparently the fact that dragons were sentient wasn't common knowledge. "Dragon got your tongue?" The dragon rolled his brilliant eyes, shaking his head. Pitching his voice high and nasally, he gasped, throwing a paw up to his muzzle. "'Oh, but it's just a big, dumb beast! How can it talk?' Gods above, save us from ignorant monkey men." Narrowing his eyes, he flicked his tail. "Clearly, I can, and it's not a trick. No demons involved either, in case you get some weird ideas about crosses fending me off." He flicked a claw towards the storage wagons. "Now you know the drill. Hand over the goods." Waiting a moment, he scraped his claws along a nearby rock, gouging lines into it. "It's not smart to make a dragon ask twice."

This was the moment Troy was worried about - if any of the men got a stupid idea in their heads, this could become very ugly, very quickly. Up until now, the dragon had been... Well, peaceful wasn't exactly the right word; he certainly had not come with the purest of intentions. But, no one had been hurt yet, at least not seriously. A couple of men had helped the first out of the hay cart, and despite a few scratches he was physically fine. However, those fangs, those claws... Troy took another quick look around the camp, taking in the sad patchwork armour, dull spears, rusty swords, and frightened faces. A couple men rustled their swords, hard expressions forming on their faces, and Troy winced. Come on, you idiots.

One of them strode forwards anyways, steps confident. "Come and take it then, lizard!" His steps faltered a little when he realized that no one else had stepped up with him, but apparently that wasn't enough to dissuade him. Stopping within a few metres of the dragon, he slapped his sword across his armour, widening his stance and lowering his centre of gravity. "Fight me!"

Curling his neck into a tight 's' shape, the dragon raised his head up high over the man, raising an eyebrow ridge. "Are you sure this is the stand you want to take, pup? Try to think, you dullard - although that's clearly asking a lot - is there anything you are hauling that you'd be willing to die for?" When the man said nothing, he slowly lowered his head until it was on the same level. Pulling his lips back into a ferocious, fang-laden grin, he made sure that each and every of his sharp white teeth were visible. "I've eaten things that looked more intimidating than you, pup. I won't warn you again."

The man faltered under the dragon's burning gaze. "I..." He stood there a moment, mouth flapping in the wind, and then tossed his sword to the ground. Taking a step back, he rejoined his shamefaced compatriots, angrily cursing under his breath.

Smirking again, the dragon lifted his head, surveying the group again. "Good." He flicked his head back towards the supply wagons. "Do I need to ask again?"

***

For several tense minutes, the men of the camp dug through their supplies, begrudgingly pulling the valuables free and piling them into crates for the dragon to carry. Any precious metals, any gems, they went straight into the hoard. However, although he had no interest in bonds, he took an odd interest in a small stack of books, and although they were of little monetary value, he still demanded they be included in his spoils.

Throughout the whole proceedings, the dragon watched like a sentinel, perched on his haunches like an oversized hound dog. He maintained an impassive, bored expression throughout, but the focus in his eyes was clear. This clearly wasn't his first highway robbery. Every now and then, if someone got it in their mind to hide something, his lazy expression would vanish instantly as he growled deeply. That was all it took - the men would suddenly have a change of heart, perhaps realizing that they couldn't replace that bauble if they were fried to a cinder, and the trinket would be back in the dragon's crates.

All the while, Troy watched. He tried to avoid direct staring, but it was hard - as long as he could remember, at least since he'd seen his first dragon, he'd just had a fascination with the dangerous beasts. The kind of fascination which couldn't be talked about in polite conversation. Even now, in a situation where he could very well be in the middle of a battle at any moment, he couldn't keep his eyes off of the powerful drake. Contrary to common belief, dragons weren't slow, ponderous animals that simply overpowered with brute force their foes - rather, they were quick, nimble, and built for a combination of agility and power. He wasn't big and blocky, but rather seemed perfectly proportioned for what he was - an apex predator. Also, the deep wine colour he had seen before didn't cover his entire body; his underbelly was a lighter shade of purple, and his left front paw was wrapped in a 'sock' of the lighter colour.

That being said, most of the time Troy was staring at his junk. He wasn't proud of it, but how often was this kind of opportunity going to present itself? Rather than hidden away like a lizard, the dragon's equipment was all external, looking somewhat like a combination between Troy's own and a canine's sheath. A long, meaty sheath covered in small, soft-looking scales hung from his belly between taut thighs, dark opening at the tip not revealing any of the hidden flesh within. Dangling below, the dragon's fat, full testicles hung - heavy, pendulous orbs resting plumply on the ground. They were clothed in the same fine purple scales as his sheath, and bobbed lightly with the dragon's every breath. There really wasn't any telling what might be lurking in that monster of a sheath, but a stallion could certainly dream.

And dream he did - he could feel his cock dropping slowly, and without thought flexed it, slapping it up against his firm belly.

Abruptly, despite the sound being scarcely louder than the whispering of the wind through the clearing, the dragon's crystalline eyes snapped to Troy. In that instant, Troy felt entirely helpless, like the dragon was staring through his eyes into his very mind. He held perfectly still, averting his gaze, but he couldn't help the fact that his cock was still swinging low between his thighs, dripping pre and throbbing to the beat of his pounding heart.

After an interminably long moment of inspection, the dragon smiled in a way that sent shivers through Troy - not an unfriendly smile, but one full of predatory cunning and self-assured power. I know exactly what you're thinking about, it said, and Troy felt his long face flush with embarrassment. The dragon's gaze was almost a palpable thing, and the stallion could feel it sweeping across his entire body, taking in his arousal, his shame, his shamefaced interest.

For another long moment, the dragon deliberated, then... Winked at Troy. Troy looked back at that, and could almost swear he saw a hint of red peeking from the dark tip of the dragon's leathery sheath. However, the dragon held up a paw, and everyone in the camp stopped to watch. "In addition to the treasure, I will require one horse." Letting that settle in for a moment, he pointed directly at Troy. "Specifically, the white one tethered there."

The men paused for a moment, looking worriedly at one another. "But... That's the commander's horse," one said hesitantly, glancing back to where Troy was tied up. "If you're hungry, we have some sheep, some goats, even some...?"

"And did I ask for a goat?" the dragon cut in, a dangerous sounding growl rumbling in his throat.

Grimacing, the man shrugged. "Fine, fine, but could you at least take one of the others? Why eat one of our best?"

Staring at the speaker, the dragon slowly blinked. "Why would you think I wanted to eat him?" He shook his wedge-shaped head, flicking his claws in the air. "Besides, this isn't a negotiation. That horse. Now."

"...Not going to eat him?" Scratching his head, the speaker waved a couple of men over to Troy. "Then what could a dragon possibly want from a stallion?"

That brought an unexpected chuckle from the dragon. "Always thinking so simplistically. Maybe I want him to carry my treasure. Or maybe I just don't want you to have him?" He grinned wickedly, ticking off points on his claws. "Maybe I want to fuck him. Maybe I want him to fuck me. See? So many possibilities." Dropping his paw and scraping at the ground with his sharp claws again, the dragon growled impatiently. "Any more questions?"

While blushing and scandalized men hurried to untie Troy's leads, he stared back at the dragon, but any hint of arousal he thought he had seen had disappeared. Try as he might though, Troy couldn't convince his own cock to retreat, and so even as he was being pulled roughly up towards the dragon, his cock was swinging side to side with every step. Again, his face heated, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. "Just pretend you're not walking to your potential death and you'll be fine, ignore those teeth..." He muttered to himself, as was his wont when he was nervous. "Stop staring at the dragon's balls, that's not helping either..."

Troy couldn't help but feel a bit of a panicked thrill, being pulled right up to such a large predator. His heart started pounding, and a little adrenaline started coursing through his body. However, once Troy got right up even with the dragon though, he said nothing. His icy blue eyes flicked over Troy's once, taking in his whole body, sizing him up - and apparently being pleased with what he saw. Again, Troy saw the faintest hint of red poking free of the dragon's thick sheath.

Abruptly, the dragon stood up, facing the assembled people again. "Enough of this. Close these crates. I'm done here." As a couple workers hurried to tie the crates shut, the dragon looked down at Troy and winked again ever so slightly, a mischievous light dancing in his eye. He didn't say anything, but that stilled Troy's pounding heart a little.

Reaching down to grasp the tight ropes binding the boxes together, the dragon hefted the crates effortlessly in one paw. "Pleasure doing business with you gentlemen," he said with a snarky grin. "Come back any time!" Ignoring their angry scowls, he leaned down to Troy and whispered, "Just follow me, I'll show you where we're heading."

With that, he bunched his powerful hind legs and pounced into the air, vast wings sweeping outwards in an instant and catching the air. His first powerful wing beat swept a blast of air downwards, sweeping several men back a couple steps and blowing Troy's mane flat against his neck. Despite their anger, none of the crowd could resist watching his exit - there was just something indescribably graceful about the motion as that heavy, deadly beast broke free of the bounds of gravity and left the ground behind.

Troy took a few hesitant steps towards the edge of the camp, and when none of the men reached out to him to grab his leash he increased his pace, stretching out to a gentle trot and gradually increasing speed as he left the camp. He had no idea what he was heading towards, but he figured anything would be better than the endless tedium of caravan marching. After so long of boredom and slow walks, feeling the wind blow back his black mane as he sped along the path was exhilarating.

True to his word, the dragon circled down over him, flying slowly and looping lazily in the air. Feeling a rising exuberance, Troy trumpeted loudly, leaning forwards into a canter and then a gallop. High above, the dragon roared back, and swept across his path, matching him on speed. To Troy, it seemed like the dragon was only trying to keep pace with him, not trying to out-pace him, but he had the impression that the dragon was capable of far more. Still, the speed was exhilarating, and helped to cement the feeling that he was running towards a better life.

In surprisingly short order, the dragon had swept down to direct him off the beaten trail, and slowing to a trot, Troy followed him off the long-beaten trail. Puffing with exertion, the stallion threaded his way through the jagged rock outcroppings and heather patches. The way was winding, but eventually it led to a small forested hill; inside the forest, an old game trail led Troy directly to a clearing before the mouth of a vast cave.

The dragon was already there, breaking open his tightly wrapped crates. Troy stopped at the edge of the clearing, unsure of what exactly was going to be expected of him. For a moment, he just settled for watching the dragon - he was hunched over the crates in an almost human-like pose, grumbling to himself as he carefully pawed through his spoils. As Troy watched, he was shocked to see the dragon carelessly tossing several small gold statues to the side as though they were yesterday's trash. One or two simple silver or gold carvings, along with a few wood ones, wound up in what the stallion assumed was a 'keeps' pile; the rest got pitched to the side of the clearing.

However, the books the beast had captured were a different story. Handling them gingerly, he picked each up, carefully appraising it and paging through it lightly with wide finger-like toes before stacking them carefully at the entrance to the cave. "Not exactly what I would have expected," Troy muttered to himself.

Finishing with the books, the dragon stacked the rejected tributes back in the crates with a little more care, and then started deftly replacing the lids and re-tying the ropes to secure them. He got up after the first and stretched slowly, then abruptly raised his snout to the air and sniffed. Turning slowly, he fixed a lazy grin across his muzzle as he turned to face Troy. "So, you made it." Again, the odd musical lilt to his voice gave Troy pause - it sounded familiar, somehow, but he had certainly never spoken to a dragon before.

"That I did, that I did," he said, shuffling a little awkwardly. "So..." He paused a moment, suddenly shy under the dragon's scrutiny. "Thanks for... You know. Getting me out of there."

The dragon snorted loudly, shaking his head. "No problem. You looked like you were ready to die of boredom, and it bothers me to see others be treated with such neglect." He stood up slowly, stretching luxuriantly like nothing else than an oversized hound dog and yawning widely. Licking his lips, he shook himself out and motioned Troy over with a beckoning paw. "Don't worry, I don't bite."

"Is that so?" Troy sounded less than sure to himself, but he swallowed and ambled into the clearing anyways. Pausing as he approached the dragon, he blinked a couple of times and diverted to the half-closed crates. "So... What was the point of all of that, if you're just going to throw the rest of these away?"

Troy had to restrain himself from flinching as the dragon's wedge-shaped head appeared over his shoulder, looking down at the crates from above. He made an odd noise in his throat, half between a scoff and a laugh. "Ech, that stuff is rubbish." Lifting up the corner of one of the lids, he snorted. "See? Self-important dross, intended just to make the wearer feel superior to their peers. The only use for this kind of garbage is in a cock-measuring contest, if your own anatomy is too insufficient."

Peeking around the dragon's claw, Troy chuckled despite his fear. He couldn't argue with the dragon on that - most of it was vain stuff, statues, bejewelled necklaces, gold rings, and other assorted jewellery. However, there were quite a few piles of coins and other metal bricks which gave the stallion pause. "Why are you tossing the money?"

Pausing, the dragon scratched at the side of his muzzle. "Eh... I don't really have much need for it." He smirked. "It's not like I'm going to go out to the local butcher shop and order up a cow."

"So why steal it in the first place?"

At that, the beast laughed. "So that they don't have it?" Chuckling, he waved a dismissive paw over it, sliding the lid back over the crate. "I know some who could put it to better use than that band of meatheads you were travelling with."

Gently nudging Troy out of the way, he paid no heed to the stallion's sudden shivers at the light contact as he deftly tied up the last couple crates. "I never got a name, you know," he said conversationally.

"Oh... It's Troy," the stallion murmured, forcing himself to look the big carnivore in the eyes. "And you?"

With a wink, the dragon nudged him lightly again. "Relax, Troy, you've got nothing to fear from me. The name's Tagoni, but you can call me Tag if you'd like."

"Tagoni..." Troy rolled the name across his tongue, trying it out. "I like it. Suits you." In the moment of quiet that followed, he nodded towards the stack of books that Tagoni had decided to keep. "What makes those special?"

"Oh, those?" For the first time, the dark dragon seemed embarrassed, the frills on his face flushing a deeper purple. He put a paw down on the top of the stack, apparently unaware of how comically undersized the books looked in comparison. "Long and short of it? I like to read," he said, flipping through the first one idly. "Half of these are just puerile nonsense, I'm sure, but..." Trailing off, he spun his paw in a couple circles as though looking for the correct words. "There's not exactly much selection out here, so you have to take what you can get."

Leaning forward, Troy glanced at the titles on the spines. "Hmm... History, philosophy... And a steamy romance?" Tilting his head, he couldn't help but chuckle. "'Stud Farm', Tag, really?" Feeling a little more confident, he smirked at the beast. "Getting lonely out here? Paw not exactly cutting it anymore?"

Tagoni grinned wickedly. "Lonely? There are 4 other drakes living within a day's flight of here, all very willing to indulge me in whatever fantasies he or I come up with."

He? Troy's breath caught for a moment, and again he glanced somewhat less-than-subtly at the dragon's very exposed sheath. It took him a moment to realize that Tagoni was still talking to him.

"...But who doesn't enjoy a little romance every now and then?"

The stallion shook his head, still knocked a little off-kilter. He forced himself to look away from Tag's very exposed nuts. "Uh... What?"

Again, Tagoni smiled all-too-knowingly at Troy. "Got something else on your mind?" Stepping back, he sat down on his haunches facing the stallion, letting the stallion get a good view. "Looking is free, you know."

Cheeks burning, Troy forced his eyes away again, but they seemed magnetically drawn towards the drake's impressive maleness. Sensing the obvious shift in the conversation though, he refrained from asking the dragon what he had said, and instead asked: "So, why exactly did you choose me?"

"Truthfully?" Tagoni scratched at his chest, balls jiggling with the slight motion. (But Troy certainly wasn't watching that.) "A couple reasons. Fun as the raids can be, it would be nice to have someone who could do a little reconnaissance beforehand. I have half a mind to keep my head on my body!"

"So..." Head reeling, Troy stumbled for words. "You're... Offering me a job?"

"I don't like that word, makes it seem like more of a punishment than I'm intending." Tagoni smiled, continuing: "I'd rather call it a partnership, if you're up to it." Seeing Troy's gobsmacked expression, he waved a paw. "I obviously don't need an answer right now on that, there's no obligation here. I do hate seeing others getting taken advantage of like that, and correct me if I'm wrong, but you weren't exactly being used to your potential there. Those others looked... How should I put it? Dull? Apathetically content?" He gestured at Troy. "You, you looked like you couldn't wait to get out of those leads."

As Troy nodded, Tagoni nodded in agreement. "Right. So if at the end of this, you'd like to leave and find your own greener pastures, I won't hold anything against you. But know that the offer is there."

Then the dragon flashed Troy a lewd smirk. "The other reason? You looked hornier than all hell, and somehow I don't think it was the soldiers doing it."

Troy's face flushed again, but upon hearing this his eyes were drawn down to the drake's crotch once again. This time, he could very clearly see a peek of red, tapered flesh protruding from the tip of the dragon's dark sheath. "...And so you wanted a quick screw?"

"Again, who wouldn't?"

Far from being put off by the dragon's casual shrug, Troy could feel his own cock beginning to drop, heavy mottled pink flesh drooping quickly from his leathery sheath. He took a couple short steps forwards, towards Tagoni, but then stopped, looking askance to his new-found friend.

"By all means, Troy, so long as you let me return the favour!"

Striding forward, he sniffed the air, snorting lightly as the scent of aroused dragon permeated his nostrils. It was a somewhat musky scent, but carried with it hints of far-off spices, and a general exotic quality that Troy couldn't quite place. To Troy, being so intimately familiar with both the warm smell of mare estrus and the sharp tang of stallion rut, it was one of the most arousing things he had ever encountered.

Before he knew it, he was standing practically face-to-face with the dragon's impressive equipment. Even as his own cock was dropping out of his sheath, Tagoni's own shaft was slowly engorging, purple sheath retreating as the reddish flesh extended. Pulsing gently to the dragon's powerful heartbeat, it drooled a slick, clear fluid; Troy could practically taste it from the mouth-watering scent.

Skipping the pleasantries, he unceremoniously ran his tongue along the entire exposed length, earning both his first taste and a loud groan from the dragon. However, even as the salty taste was still washing through his mouth, the dragon pulled away rather quickly, half-erect cock swaying beneath him.

"I've got a better idea, Troy," Tagoni said, composure thrown off. "If we do that, I'm going to be done before we can even get to you." Nudging the stallion's shoulder, he spun his finger in a slow circle. "Turn around, and let's see what we're working with here."

Gulping, the stallion shivered. "You want to fuck me?" He still hadn't even seen the dragon's entire shaft, but the thought still sounded incredibly enticing. "I mean, I wouldn't say no." Trailing off, he slowly turned around, presenting himself to the dragon.

Troy shivered in nervous anticipation as he swished his tail out of the way, baring his doughnut for the purple dragon's inquisitive snout. As Tagoni sniffed at him, he squirmed a little from the ticklish feeling of the hot jets of the dragon's breath playing across his ass and balls. "Are you sure about this, Tag? I mean..." He gulped, bravado fading a little. "You're probably kinda big."

Twisting his head, the big white stallion looked in between his legs; his own cock was still peeking about halfway out from his leathery sheath, but on either side of his hind legs were Tagoni's front legs. As far as dragons went, he was on the lithe side, but still - graceful though they were, his legs were probably another half as long as Troy's own. However, that wasn't what worried him - no, what worried him was the thickening crimson spire dropping down and pointing at his downturned face, just beyond the swell of Tag's chest.

Glistening a deep crimson in the clearing's dappled light, it's thick length was criss-crossed with a vast network of tiny blood vessels, lending it an even redder appearance than the ruddy flesh itself. It had a subtle arch, curving back up towards Troy's face as he stared. The head started from a narrow taper but quickly swelled to a thick ring before pulling back in to the rest of the shaft, a mostly smooth affair with a few minor ridges along the underside. Troy couldn't see where the turgid rod poked free of Tag's sheath, but just the glimpse he was getting now gave him more than enough of a feel for just how long the thing was.

Snuffling at Troy's presented rump, Tagoni smirked and ducked his head down between the stallion's spread hind legs. Mindful of his horns, he gave Troy a toothy grin and lifted his head a little, letting the stallion's hefty package rest upon his snout. "You can't tell me you want to stop before anything even happens, my dear stallion." Letting his tongue out a little he slowly pulled his head back, letting his tongue trace enticingly over the smooth leathery skin of Troy's sheath before encircling his heavy orbs. "Don't forget, my fine tasting friend, you started this!"

For a moment, Troy's eyes crossed; embarrassingly, he let out a soft moan as the dragon's hot tongue traced an electric path down his sheathed member. As the large predator continued to slather his balls in attention, he shook his head and refocused on the dragon. "No... Just... I thought I would be blowing you." Again, his words trailed off into a long, drawn-out groan as Tag's tongue snaked along his slowly dropping mottled length. "I... Ah, fuck it. Who am I kidding?" Widening his stance, he flagged his tail again, raising his head back up and muttering to himself. "I mean, I did ask for it, and now that the guy is offering, I can't really refuse, although why I asked for it, I have no... Oooooooh."

It wasn't the fact that he was being rimmed that made his knees feel weak and wobbly, that made his cock drop and quickly thicken up to full mast, that made his teeth clench and his eyes cross - he wasn't a stranger to that sort of thing, having taken a stallion or two back there in his time. No, it was the heat of it - the dragon's tongue was far and above hotter than anything he had felt back there, and it's long, slick, and tapered length meant that as Tag pressed it against his doughnut, there was practically no resistance preventing it from sliding straight in.

Relatively thin though it was, the drake's slippery appendage was still more than enough to put pressure on Troy's prostate in all the right ways. He had already been dripping pre, as stallions tend to, but now it was practically jetting from his pink cock head. Tensing up his belly muscles he slapped his mottled pink and gray shaft up against his stomach, snorting as he ground his hips forward Driving his growing flare against his belly fur, he huffed and snorted, scraping one of his front hooves across the grassy ground as the quickly blossoming feelings swept through his body.

Cock head trailing pre through his short fur, Troy could feel his balls pulling up already. Normally, it would have taken far longer to get him to this point - but Tag's tongue was something else entirely. "Holy... Fuck, dragon," he half whimpered, tail flagged hard to the side. "I'm... You've... Slow down!"

Stopping was the last thing on Tagoni's mind. True, he was planning on fucking the stallion soon, but there was nothing saying that he couldn't spread a little pleasure in the meantime. Sitting back onto his haunches, he grabbed ahold of Troy's rump and spread his legs as much as he could, driving his tongue forward over and over again into the stallion's musky hole. Pushing forwards, he pressed the tips of his jaws up against Troy's haunches, driving his tongue forward to its full extent before pulling back and jabbing his tongue hard against the stallion's prostate.

The sudden re-applied touch against the firm little organ was all it took to drive Troy wild. Shoving his hips back with fervor against the dragon's probing tongue, he ground his cock tip hard against the barrel of his stomach, balls pulled up tight against his groin and cock head flaring out massively. "Ooooh... Tag... I'm gonna..."

Trailing off, he let out a screamed whinny as the white-hot pleasure lanced through his whole body. Head jerked up, he flagged his tail, clenching his doughnut hard on the dragon's tongue. His cock slapped up against his belly, flared head grinding hard against his stomach - and then as the pleasure peaked, the first jet of his seed splattered in a sticky streak across his chest before splashing against the mossy forest floor.

Two more jets followed the first in quick succession, landing with an audible splash. The pressure on his prostate was unrelenting, and drove his orgasm on and on to ever greater heights. Eyes rolled back and mouth agape, he humped back frantically against the dragon's delving tongue, eking out every last drop of pleasure until his jets of gel slowed to a dribble.

Legs suddenly wobbly, he fell forward slightly, and with an audible slurp Tagoni's tongue slipped free of his now-loose tailhole. As Troy caught himself, he gradually came back to his senses, pleasure-addled brain slow to respond. "That..." he panted, looking back at the dark drake, "was pretty fucking incredible." For now, his nervousness at being nearby to the huge predator had subsided - at this point, he probably didn't have to be worried about being eaten, at least not in the literal sense.

Tagoni made a show of pulling his tongue back into his muzzle, slurping loudly. "Made an impression, did I?" Baring his teeth in a dangerous grin, his icy blue eyes locked onto Troy's own. "I certainly hope you're not done now, my dear friend." He shifted his haunches slightly, flashing his dripping crimson member at the stallion. "We can't forget about this, now can we?"

Now Troy's legs felt wobbly for an altogether different reason. Before, he had only caught flashes of it from between his legs; now, he could see the entire thing and just how damn thick it was. "Damn, dragon..." he gulped, half to himself and half to Tagoni. "That's... Impressive." Glancing back at his own rump, he blinked a couple of times. "Never had one like that before... But I think I could make a go of it." His retreating cock gave a weak pulse from below his belly as if in agreement. "I can fit it, sure. No problem. Piece of cake."

Tagoni shook his head in bemusement. "You're a weird one, Troy." Rearing up, he clasped onto the stallion's haunches with his front paws. "Now, if you're done with the pep talk, can we get down to the main event?"

"What, eating my ass wasn't enough for you?" Troy rolled his eyes. "Dragons are just so damn demanding these days."

Snorting, the dragon shuffled forwards, pulling his cock closer to the stallion's thoroughly slobbered and lubed hole. "Tasty though you were, my behooved friend, it takes a little more than a taste to get a horny old dragon like me off."

With a gasp, Troy barely kept himself from jumping as the hot tip of the dragon's rod pressed up against his loosely clenched pucker. It felt at once so familiar, and yet so alien - he had taken many a stallion before, but this time was nothing like those. No familiar weight against his back, no hooved legs clasped tight around his thighs, no warm, fat head poking at his hole. Instead, the dragon was sitting back on his haunches, paws clasping at his midsection without applying any weight. The dragon's cock started out thinner than a stallion's right at the tip but the looks he had stolen proved just how quickly it widened.

If anything though, the lack of familiarity electrified the situation even further. Here he was, a stallion with dreams of grandeur and a naïve plan to join a thieving dragon and trick people out of their gold, with said thieving dragon on his back about to plunder a wholly different treasure. The sharp poke of his claws against his hide, mostly sheathed though they were, really drove home the potential danger of the situation, but if anything the only effect that had was to make him hornier.

Throwing caution to the wind, he spread his hind legs a little wider, flicking his tail out of the way and bracing his front legs for the coming pounding. "Well then, old man, we can't keep you waiting." Grinding back as he spoke, he rubbed the dragon's pointed tip against his slobbery hole, cock giving a renewed throb. "Or do you need a written invitation?"

Tag gave a deep laugh, his brassy voice echoing across the clearing. "My dear friend, you have to be careful what you ask for." Tightening his grip on the stallion's sides, he ground his tip against Troy's now-loose hole, shivering as the horse's doughnut clenched on his sensitive flesh. Shuffling his hind legs, he pushed forwards lightly - despite the stallion's sudden bravado, he still didn't want to hurt the smaller creature.

The tip of the dragon's turgid shaft poked against Troy's loosened pucker, and with only the barest hint of resistance it slid home up to the rim of his head. Troy grunted at the sudden feeling - it was narrow at the very end, but the head widened out so quickly that even though the dragon's entire tongue had been buried in his hind a moment ago, his doughnut still felt far more stretched. Above him, he felt the dragon's head loom lower, and suddenly his muzzle and sharp, pointy teeth were directly beside the stallion's own. "You still good?" Tag asked, only the slightest hint of the effort needed to keep his voice level showing.

"Did I ask to be babied here?" Troy knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help it - once the stinging had worn off, even the smallest amount of the dragon's phallus currently buried inside of him was sending electric pulses of pleasure through his entire body.

Tag's head pulled back suddenly, shocked, but he quickly dropped it back down just in front of Troy, looking side-eyed at him with a predatory glint in his eyes. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly pushed his hips forward. As his head popped in, Troy's eyes popped out and his mouth dropped open in a breathless moan, and Tag's grin widened. Ask and you shall receive, my horny friend. That wasn't the end though - taking advantage of the slightly narrower part of his shaft behind the head, the purple dragon pushed forward relentlessly. As every single ridge on his throbbing length squeezed through the stallion's yielding ass, Troy's jaw dropped a little further.

With a quick glance down between the stallion's front legs, Tagoni noted with relish that the stallion's cock had quickly recovered from his previous orgasm and was already fully dropped, pulsing and dripping with clear pre. Jabbing his hips forwards a little harder, he felt the second half of his shaft slide smoothly into the horse, the beginnings of his knot pushing his tender hole wider before finally hilting deep with Troy. His own finely-scaled balls came to rest against the stallion's smooth, leathery pair with a satisfying slap.

Still feeling so full of yourself, horsie? Tagoni didn't leave him any time to recover - now that he was fully embedded, he figured that Troy already had plenty of time to prepare. Pulling his hips back quickly, he slammed himself in again, impaling the stallion on a full metre of dragon meat. The stallion's gasps and moans were music to his ears. Been too long since I've had one this tight...

For his part, Troy was just hanging on - the fullness and depth to which the dragon's tapered shaft plundered was something he had never felt before, not even with all of his various stallion conquests. As the dragon built up a rhythm of smooth, deep thrusts, Troy couldn't help but push back - at this point, it felt like the only thing keeping him standing was the dragon's tight grip on his thighs, but Troy wasn't complaining. Every thrust brought the dragon's ridges into direct contact with his sensitive and overstimulated prostate, adding sparks to the growing fire of pleasure burning in his loins. "Gods, Tag..." The amount of unbecoming moans slipping from his muzzle would have been embarrassing in any other situation, but for now Troy couldn't find it in himself to care. It seemed fitting, somehow.

The stallion couldn't help but flex his cock up to slap against his belly again, pre streaking his already-crusty white fur once again. The incredible pressure and assault on his prostate blew straight through his refractory period, and after the first few seconds of hypersensitivity he was ready to go again. That almost never happens... Damn.

Typically with his draconic flings, Tagoni would try to extend the experience - a little tease here and there, some slower thrusts, gentle loving strokes - but normally, his partners weren't half his size and correspondingly tight. He was by no means small for his size, but he had never been with a partner that his cock filled so completely. The stallion had stretched out a little to accommodate his girth since he had first thrust in, but the sheer tightness of his tailhole was driving Tag crazy.

"You still doing okay down there?" he asked haltingly, hips pausing for a moment as he caught his breath.

Troy's only response was a breathy moan and to thrust his hips back and impale himself further on Tag's stiff length, but that was answer enough for the dragon. Redoubling his efforts, he starting driving himself forward deeper and deeper, until the rim of his yet-unswollen knot was kissing up against Troy's straining doughnut. Keeping it there for a moment, he gave a few hard thrusts, each time pushing a little further, seeing just how much stretch there was left in the stallion.

"Ooooh gods, dragon..." Troy was finding it more and more difficult to keep his balance. Before, Tagoni had been keeping a damper (relatively) on the strength behind his thrusts, but he had seemingly given up on that pretense and was just vigourously hammering Troy. The subtle bulges of his knot, slowly growing, teased and slapped against his yielding pucker on every thrust, softening the flesh and opening him up a little wider every time. He had never been tied before, as most of his trysts had been with other stallions, but suddenly it seemed like just what he had been missing all these years. His cock was practically drooling at this point, although with pre or cum he couldn't tell - the dragon's cock was putting him through mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm, and his pleasure-addled mind was having trouble keeping track of everything. His head was quickly flaring up, heavy flesh swelling to the rapid beat of his heart.

Building up a counter-rhythm of his own on wobbly legs, Troy began relaxing and clenching with each of the dragon's thrusts, arching his back a little to get the most direct angle possible for Tag's shaft. It worked - he could feel his tailhole stretching out a little more on each thrust, slowly but surely allowing more of Tag's swelling knot in. Finally, Tag slowed his hips to just push more directly against his pucker, stretching his doughnut further and further - his front paws came down to clasp Troy's hips - his balls slapped up against Troy's - and then -

Pop!

With a particularly powerful thrust right at the deepest point of his grinding, timed perfectly with Troy's own backwards shove, it happened. With a loud pop the entirety of his knot pushed past the stallion's distended doughnut, lodging firmly behind his straining ring. Troy couldn't help but half-groan, half-scream at the abrupt shove, but then it was in and pressing directly against his prostate.

The abrupt tightness around his knot was the final straw for Tagoni. Grinding his hips forward, he gave a few last, hammered thrusts and then drove in as deep as he possibly could, scaly balls pressed up hard against Troy's leathery orbs. Tipping his muzzle to the heavens, he roared out his ecstasy as the fiery pleasure rocketed through his body and the first jets of white-hot seed erupted deep within the stallion.

Feeling the dragon's abrupt torrent blast through his innards was enough to send Troy over the edge. Grinding his massively flared head up against his belly again, his distended passage clenched down as hard as its stretched muscles could against the massive invader, knot pressed directly against his overstimulated prostate. Screaming a shrill whinny, Troy exploded, first volley of cum shooting straight between his front legs to splatter on the ground a good metre in front of him.

The incredible pressure against his prostate kept the blindingly intense orgasm going. The second shot landed near the first, and the third actually passed it. Grinding hard against his belly in bliss, his flared cock started blasting cum directly against his short stomach fur, splashing against his forelegs and dripping down in sticky rivulets. The first orgasm Tagoni had given him was apparently just the warm-up, as this climax eclipsed those feelings in a massive way. As the searing waves of pressure rocketed through his body, it was all Troy could do to stay standing.

After what felt like an eternity of pure bliss, Troy finally started coming down from his high. His cock pulsed a few more times, the last of his ejaculate spurting feebly from his flared head to splatter lightly against the soft ground. Still he could feel the dragon's jets - they felt smaller, but were still powerful enough for him to feel. Now that Tagoni's knot was lodged behind his tight ring, there was not a chance of any of it escaping, and Troy was beginning to feel noticeably full. His stretched doughnut had finally gotten used to the sensation of being tied, and now Troy could just enjoy the wonderful warmth of having another buried deep within him.

Coming down from his own long orgasm, Tagoni slowly dropped to his paws around Troy, pushing himself up so as not to put too much weight on the smaller stallion. Panting lightly, he lowered his head, twisting it slightly to sniff at Troy's chest. Thick strands of the horse's cum still clung here and there to the short fur, and his nostrils tickled from the heady scent. He couldn't help but snort and stick his tongue out, taking a particularly large glob into his mouth and sampling the stallion's potent seed.

Troy's skin shivered under his coat, twitching violently as Tagoni went back for seconds. "Quit it, that tickles!" Snorting, he tried to dance away from the dragon's roving tongue, but with Tag's cock still holding him fast by the ass there was nowhere to go. Letting out an embarrassingly high-pitched giggle, Troy leaned down and used to his head to shove the dragon's own out of the way.

Tagoni relented, reluctantly pulling the last of the horse's jizz from his matted chest, but he couldn't resist giving the stallion a sloppy, cum-filled lick across the muzzle as he pulled his head up. "If you didn't want it you wouldn't taste so good, my dear stallion."

With a melodramatic groan, Troy rolled his eyes, laughing. "Such a brat." Turning his head, he wiped it against one of Tag's legs, getting the worst of the sticky mess off. Sighing a little more contentedly, he leaned companionably against Tag's stocky leg. "So, how long are you going to keep me tied up here?" Winking up at the dragon, he squeezed his slightly-aching tailhole around the still-throbbing tie.

"Eh, could be fifteen minutes, could be an hour... Although it'll take longer if you keep doing that!" Troy could hear a few shudders in Tagoni's increasingly familiar voice at the abrupt tightness, buried cock giving a couple renewed throbs. The dragon licked at Troy's muzzle again, but this time Troy couldn't help but lean into it heedless of the stickiness.

For the next twenty minutes, a comfortable silence settled between them as they gradually recovered from the exertion. Both panted quietly, connected by the heartbeat between the dragon's thighs and the mutual warmth they basked in. However, like all good things it eventually came to an end - with a loud pop and a sudden gush, the dragon's slowly deflating knot finally popped free of the stallion's abused tailhole. Like a breached dam, a flood of draconic seed poured free, splashing Troy's already-sticky backside to plash lewdly against the grassy ground.

Staggering forward slightly, Troy groaned as the still-swollen bulbous flesh exited his tight passage. Now finally able to assuage his curiosity, he half-turned, craning his neck around to get a better glimpse at the dragon's package. The size was shocking; even with it half-deflated already, the bulbous knot looked far, far too large too large to have fit. "Damn, Tag...", he whispered.

Abruptly, the dragon grabbed his haunches and pulled Troy's ass back towards himself. Leaning down, he started slathering the stallion's sloppy hindquarters with licks, doing his damndest to clean away any traces of his cum. The taste, familiar and potent, tickled at the back of his throat.

For his part, Troy certainly wasn't going to complain. Groaning softly, he flagged his tail to one side and just let the dragon have his way. Most of the stallion's he'd taken had barely given him a lick beforehand, let alone afterwards. Instead, they left him to clean his own mess typically, striding off spent and satiated to sleep it off while he was left cleaning up the evidence. A guy could get used to this kind of service, he thought with a tired smile.

Licking his lips lewdly, Tagoni patted Troy's rump with a forepaw, winking at the stallion. "So, give any more thought to my proposal?"

Thrown, Troy's mind reeled for a moment before the dragon's words made sense. "I suppose this is your way of sweetening the deal, eh?" Legs trembling a little, he flicked his tail at Tagoni before slowly lowering himself to the ground, thankful that his own cock had long-since retreated. "I mean, you sure drive a hell of a deal."

"I do..."

"And even though your techniques are a little... Rough," Troy said with a chuckle, "They do have a certain charm to them!" He smiled as Tag curled up beside him.

Licking at Troy's muzzle again, Tagoni smirked with a glint of mischief flashing in his eyes.. "I didn't hear you complaining." After a moment, he shrugged his wings. "So?"

"I think you've got yourself a partner."

The End