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Croix was busy washing up the dishes from last night's cooking, scrubbing at the various pots and pans Roland managed to dirty whilst cooking something that was barely edible. He hummed a little work tune to himself, the bottomless jackalope cleaning without a care in the world. Roland, his aforementioned fiance, was out on the road somewhere... Maybe at his 'real' work? Or probably dicking some thirsty twink down for cash. He had a number of jobs and Croix wasn't really the type to keep track, as long as there was food on the table and Roland was obeying the important laws.

The doorbell ringing interrupted his thoughts, Croix rinsing off the dish in his hand before hurriedly running over to the door; totally forgetting that he wasn't wearing any pants. 'Coming!" undoing the bolt, he opened the door to greet whoever'd come to knock. "Hello! How may I help you?"

On the step stood a tall, blue scaled dragon. Sporting a thick, fluffy mane more apt for a lion than a drake. He was well built, not herculean, but he obviously worked out. Standing at something like seven feet tall without the horns; the dragon was a rather intimidating sight for the four foot something jackalope. His gaze was piercing, white irises surrounded by void black sclerae, it felt like the dragon's gaze bore through his very soul.

And yet this dragon with a legendary aura and grace about him was crammed into some tacky department store button up and some cheap slacks, holding a clipboard, and with some shitty iron on patch slapped onto the front pocket of his shirt. His clothes barely fit, a touch short in the sleeves, while his chest was practically bursting through the front. The poor buttons were holding on for dear life!

The dragon cleared his throat "Afternoon, I'm here on behalf of Drake's Hoard insurance! May I interest you in a special deal on our life insurance policy?"

At first Darius got no response, on account of Croix eyeballing the fuck out of him. Being a dragon it was only natural he relished in the attention, flexing slightly so as to make his clothes bulge more. He could tell the jackalope was mentally undressing him."

Snapping out of his daze, Croix was pretty damn lost "....what? I don't think I- who eve does door to door insurance sales?"

That prompted Darius to launch into a rehearsed spiel "We here at Drake's hoard believe in an alternative approach to customer service. We have the best life insurance rates in the whole country! With the lowest deductibles of any other insurer, and with the largest payouts on average, there is no reason not to go with us! Now if you don't mind, I'll complete a free preliminary inspection and get you a free quote" Emphasis on the word free. They really wanted to sell this insurance, huh?

Darius pushed past the jackalope, inviting himself into the chubby male's home. He took a look around the house, humming as he inspected the place. He walked into the kitchen, looming over the stove before jotting down notes and moving onto the next appliance. Examining outlets, faucets and more. "... no fire extinguisher... 07-08 electrical code..." the dragon muttered under his breath.

"Whoah! Wait a minute! You can't just barge in and start inspecting the place! You didn't even take off your shoes! I just vacuumed! What're you even looking at anyway?" The indignant jackalope threw his arms up for effect.

"Inspecting hazards, the condition of the home. Helps to determine the appropriate pricing for your risk level, yadda yadda... You have a carbon monoxide detector, yes?" Darius didn't break stride at all, the large dragon showing a surprising amount of nimbleness as he darted around comparatively small space. Speeding through his checklist much faster than Croix would've thought he could. Especially when the space wasn't built for seven foot dragons with shoulders broader than the doorframes.

Despite his initial protests, Croix was hesitant to stop the dragon. Not only was Darius intimidating, but he seemed dressed legitimately enough, and now that he thought about it, his work insurance policy _did_kind of suck. "I-... smoke detector...? Yeah, in the hallway..."Croix was honestly a little confused by how casually Darius treated this. The dragon acted like he owned the place! The way hecontrolled the atmosphere was... kinda hot...? His mind wandered for just a few short moments, and before he knew it, the jackalope was busy admiring Darius' form through the ill fitting clothes. Every slight movement caused his muscles to bulge and shift under the silky dress fabric, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"No need! Just checking, I trust you wouldn't lie to me." Darius flashed a toothy grin at Croix, noting to himself he could smell hints of Croix's arousal. He hummed with amusement, resuming his inspection as he finished thelast of thelist. "Right! Well, I've done enough looking around to give you a quote. Would you like to discuss this matter somewhere more... comfortable?" Darius gestured vaguely towards the front of the house, where the dining room and living room met. Polite enough to wait for Croix to go ahead, Darius followed the chubby man down the hall, earning a confused look when he waltzed past the dining table and threw himself down on the couch with a relaxed sigh, immediately spreading his legs wide and making himself at home.

Croix's annoyance simmered down as quickly as it flared, the jackalope too busy eye-fucking Darius to say something about the dragon's overfamiliar attitude. Darius acted like an old friend, not a professional selling a service! His gaze settled on Darius' crotch, where the dragon was making no effort to hide his tenting bulge. The shilouette of his cock slowly snaking down the leg of his khakis.

"*ahem* So, all things said and done, we can get you in on our 'Dragon's horde' policy. Simply put, it's the top of the line coverage. Seven digit life insurance for you and your husband, Ronaldo"

"-Roland-"

"-Roland, or whatever, yeah. Anyway, all you gotta do to lock in the contract is suck my dick."

Croix blanched, anger and confusion welling up inside of him. "W-what?"

"Come on, I'm a dragon, ego's my second nature. You think I haven't noticed you eyeing me up like a slab of meat, huh? Besides, i can smell it on you." Darius' lips curled, flashing a hint of the dragon's sharp teeth. That damned predator'ssense of smell.

Croix'semotionsflared for a second; how dare this dragon insinuate he was a slut!? But then again.... Darius wasn't exactly wrong in his assumption...but he had still been rude about it!He felt conflicted, readying the courage to tell Darius to get out of his house.But before he could do so, Darius tossed the clipboard over the back of the couch, reaching down to undo his pants before sliding them halfway down his legs. Immediately his thick, uncut dick flopped free of its confines, Darius having gone without underwear this whole time.

Darius' dick throbbed in the cool air, the dragon's fat slab of meat immediately demanding Croix's attention. It had an eye catching iridiscent sheen, sporting a horselike medial ring and a snug, half hooded foreskin to boot. Not to mention the musk that saturated the air almost immediately after his pants were undone. It was hot as hell outside, and now that Darius had stopped darting around, he noticed that what he initially thought was a natural sheen was a thin layer of sweat. Naturally a door to door salesman was in the sun a lot.

Croix's mouth watered, his lip twitching. He stared dumbfounded, conflicted whether or not to go for it. With each passing second his willpower weakened, loyalty to his husband being overpowered by his desire for cock. "I-I.... If it's just oral it isn't cheating... I suppose..." Croix knelt between Darius' legs, staring up at the frankly fat dragon shaft hanging inches from his face. It had to be _at least_four inches in diameter, and it easily clocked in over a foot long. If Darius wasn't nine feet tall, this would've been hyper territory for sure.

Reaching down, Darius slapped his dick on Croix's nose a few times, flecks of sweat splattering into Croix's fur. Watching the jackalope open his mouth hungrily, just begging for a taste of that cock, Darius couldn't decline. He slapped his dick down on Croix's tongue, leaning back as those chubby little fingers eagerly grabbed his schlong.

Croix was in heaven when he first tasted Dar's dick plopping down on his tongue. Moments after he'd first tasted Darius' dicksweat it was as if all mental barriers had crumbled. There was no turning back now -not that he would have even if he could- , so why not go all out?Something clicked in Croix's brain, and he realized giving into his impulses felt better than anything before. Finally admitting to himself he dreamt of opening his end of the relationship was the best thing that had ever happened to Croix. And it was all thanks to this genius insurance guy!

It was a struggle wrapping his lips around Darius' cock; it was like trying to shove a wholewater bottle in hismouth. But Croix managed to get the head to fit, his cheeks bulging from the sheer effort of doing so. Grabbing Darius' shaft, the jackalope began to jerk him off, chubby fingers working up and down, pumping Darius' foreskin back and forth while he sucked and licked the dragon's head. With all the attention Croix gave Darius' head it didn't take much before the dragon's seed constantly oozed onto his tongue. The taste was rather unique, more sweet than salty,andwith an additional minty aftertaste, a cooling menthol effect in Croix's throat every time he swallowed.

Croix was addicted, his eyes half lidded as he obediently worked Darius' dick. The dragon didn't even have to encourage him, Croix was perfectly content to gag himself on the monster cock presented to him. Normally he'd have suppressed his gag reflex, but Darius' dick was in a league of its own. For all intents and purposes Darius may as well have been a hyper, and that came with its own hurdles.

Laid back, enjoying the head, a buzzing tone from the far end of the couch caught his attention. Turning his attention, Darius saw the jackalope's phone ringing; the contact name read '?Hubby?'. Darius picked up the phone just as the ringing ended, Croix none the wiser. The phone rang again, but Darius sent the call to voicemail and replied with a short "He's busy rn" text.

Croix tensed up, gagging loudlyas Darius' dickmet the back of his throat. He was no stranger to deepthroating and all, but the dragon's girth changed things. He could feel Darius' medial ring smooching up against his lips, serving as a marker for his limits. But Croix was undeterred, clenching his eyes shut and forcing himself to bob lower on the fat dragon pole.

'Hhhrlllgh!' the jackalope gagged hard, at the same time the dragon's pole slid into his throat, foreskin pushed back by the tight confines

Darius' toes curled, and he gave a shuddering groan. His eyes fluttered, and he humped up into Croix's maw, feeding him more while sucking in a tight breath through his teeth. "Oh fuck yeah you're a natural at this... Bet your husband would be pretty pissed seein you throat some stranger's dick, wouldn't he?"

Croix felt a pang of fear in his heart; it was sobering to hear the reality of what he was doing said aloud to him. Yet at the same time, it made his dick throb so hard it actually hurt. Even though it wasn't actually cheating, Croix could never quite get comfortable with the knowledge that he was cheating on his husband.

'Click!'

That sounded like a phone.... that sounded like his phone! Looking up, Croix felt panic beginning to set in as Darius tapped away at his phone. When had the dragon even-!

"Damn, your husband's going to love that picture. I hope he doesn't work close to home..." Darius mused, putting on an air of nonchalance in reaction to Croix's clearly panicked facial expression. The jackalope began to pull back, preparing to say something...

...UntilCroix felt a firm hand on his head, holding him firmly in place. Darius grinned, and started to hump hp into Croix's mouth, beginning tofuck his throat. Croix'strain of thought was interrupted, and he couldn't remain upset about the pic for long, too busy struggling to breathe around Darius' dick. With the lack of oxygen Croixhad no choice but to relax, eyes half lidded as he finally gave in, chest expanding as he took deep, slow breaths of the dragon's crotchstink.Tears formed in his eyes as he gagged repeatedly, muscles spasming until they were sore from the unforgivingface-fucking. He loved every damn second of it though, and he didn't want it to end.

Schlop, schlorp, schlup,

Darius had found his stride, rhythmically pumping his dick in and out of Croix's throat, crotch utterly soaked in throatslop. This went on for minutes, the house quiet save for Darius' occasional groan and the gagging jackalope. The phone pinged again, it was a picture message from Roland. A few seconds for the pic to download and Darius raised a brow, then he burst into a fit of laughter.

Roland had sent a picture of his half chub dick, a load painted on what Darius figured was a bathroom stall. "Grahaha, your damn cuck husband's cranking one out at work with our pics. Boy am I glad i came to work today.."

Grabbing a fistful of hair, Darius pulled Croix off his dick, strings of saliva connecting his shaft to the lapine's lips. He snapped another pic, this one of of his dick covered in Croix's throatslop, resting on the dazed jackalope'scheek and sent it to Roland. Croix gave a dazed smile for the picture, face sloppy from the facefucking. After sending the photo the dragon stood up, turning Croix so that his back was to the couch. Hr grabbed both the jackalope's wrists in one hand, and began prodding his dick at the smaller male's lips, his head stuck between the couch and a hard place.

Since your boyfriend's enjoying the pics, he should get to see it live!"

Darius tapped his phone a few times, clicking around a few apps. A dial tone rang out; it was a video call! Croix's eyes widened, holy fuck!Brrring! Brrring!, Brrring Brrring! For a moment Croix had hope Roland wasn't going to pick up. Brring! Brri-

"Croix!? Who is that? Who're you with!?"

"Rol-Mmngh!"

Darius slid his dick into Croix's throat with one smooth plunge the moment the jackalope tried to say something.

"Oh fuck, fuuuck... uhh-! Shit!"Roland was stunned, this was the last thing he exptected croix to call him for.

Croix gagged again, louder this time as Darius rammed his medial ring past the jackalope's lips, drowning out his husband's panicked voice. Darius lifted the phone up high, giving Roland full portrait view ofhim skullfucking Croix against the couch. Darius pulled back, Croix's drool making his shaft glisten, before the dragon humped forward again, ramming himself ever deeper into Croix's throat.

Roland couldn't beleive his eyes, Croix was throating over two feet of dick from a random dragon neither of them knew. And it was the hottest fucking thing the degu had seen in years. He was rock hard in his overalls, fat slab of cock restrained by the thick fabric. Enthralled by the video, he looked away to yell out "Boss, I'm goin on break early!" Ignoring his boss' angry reply, he slipped out of the garage's side door and made a beeline to the back lot where he dove into the first car with tinted windows.

Whipping his dick out through the fly of his overalls, Roland turned the volume up to max, biting his lip as he jerked it with restraint. His attention fully on the screen once more, he could see that Darius was still at it, eyes trained intensely on Croix as he pistoned back and forth. The car was filled with his heavy breathing mixed with Croix's intense gagging. The dragon unrelenting in his endeavour.Croix's face was slick with throatslop, Darius not even showing a hint of care when Croix heaved and retched around his dick, clearly struggling with the rough treatment.

Roland couldn't help it, he began to breathe heavier as he picked up the pace, starting to mastubate faster. Precum starting to flow almost immediately, coating the degu's fingers with a thin film of the sticky fluid.

"You hear that grunting? Your cuck 'hubby' is getting off to this. Fuckin hot. I'm gonna paint your face and make him watch, just... ngh you wait!"

Croix was in it deep. He only had enough time to suck in a tiny breath when Darius pulled back, and he was usually in the middle of gagging whilst doing so. Tears flowed freely from his eyes, adding to the rest of the slop that by now had soaked his face. His chest started burning, Croix beginning to feel lightheaded. But Darius' dick was addicting as fuck, he couldn't get enough of the salty pole clogging his throat.

Croix had been choking on Darius' dick long enough that his eyes actually started rolling back. Gradually, the jackalope began to become less and less responsive as time went on, eyelids dropping further and further, lips just starting to show hints of blue.

"Oh god, f-fuck dude he can't breathe!" Roland realized, calling out to Darius. But the dragon continued on without a hitch, totally uninterupted. "oh god... oh fuck..." Roland had to stop jerking off lest he cum then and there. He thought back to the times he'd roughed up a sub, how hot it was. Seeing the same done to his husband? Unbelievably hot. Even if it was also extremely concerning.

Darius finally relented for a moment, pulling all the way back out of Croix's maw, the jackalope sucking in a sputtering lungful of air. Rolling his hips forward, Darius rammed himself balls deep one last time, arching his back and letting out a roar. His orgasm hit like a truck, hot dragon spunk spurting directly down Croix's throat. The thick spunk pooled in Croix's gut, slowly but surely bloating the jackalope's gut out. Darius grunted, his orgasm drawing out for nearly a minute. During which he didn't move an inch, staying firmly planted balls deep in croix's throat. He watched with glee as the chubby man got closer and closer to passing out, only pulling out when all he saw were the whites of Ctoix's eyes.

With a wet 'schlorp!' he pulled free of Croix's throat, spewing hot nut all the way and leaving a trail of seed on Croix's tongue. Taking aim with his free hand, Darius started spewing ropes all over Croix's face, couch caught in the crossfire.

'Splat! Splut!' Rope after rope splashed over Croix's face, utterly plastering him with dragon jizz. His face, his eyes, his , mouth, in his hair, it was absolutely everywhere. And croix wasn;t the only target, the couch was caught in the crossfire as well. Spunk pooled on the couch, oozing into the cracks between cushions and absorbing into the fabric at an agonizingly slow pace.

By the time his orgasm died down, Croix's face was absolutely plastered with spunk, and the couch was a writeoff. Darius' dick throbbed in the cool air, spunk and drool slopping off it in thick globs. He gave a satisfied sigh, and looked back at the screen to see Roland's reaction.

The degu looked exhausted, slumped back in his seat and panting. He didn't need anything to be said for him to know Roland had just came. Clearing his throat, Darius put on a psuedo professional front, fixing his face to look slightly less like a smug bastard who'd just cucked someone.

"Ahem! So, with those matters out of the way, I am just calling to let you know about this amazing __insurance package deal_ we have! I was in discussions with your husband here, and he saw it fit that I call you. Whilst me and Croix have more details to work out still, I won't be here when you arrive home from work. When are you home for me to come by this week?"_

Roland was stunned into silence. What exactly was Darius getting at? No, he wasn't stupid, it was obvious as day what kind of activities would ensue should Him, Darius and Croix meet under the same roof. Clearly the dragon did too. Croix swallowed, throat uncomfortably dry.

"Uhm... I have a long weekend this weekend. Does friday work?"

"Friday is excellent. I'll be coming by Friday morning at 11:30 sharp. Be ready." The dragon was formal yet commanding. Even through the phone he managed to send a chill down Roland's spine.

"Yes sir" the sir had slipped out without him even noticing. He saw Darius' lips curl, then the call ended, and Roland was left sat inside a customer's car, dash plastered in jizz, He sighed, bathing in the afterglow of it all, lifting his sticky hand to lick some of his nut from his fur. Had he really just let some twenty-something dragon dominate him over video call? And right after cucking him live? A part of him was angry, but deep down the true Roland couldn't be any more aroused.

Back at the house Darius tossed the phone across the couch, grabbing Croix's clothes and wiping his dick clean, then tossing the soaked cumragsback to the jackalope to clean his face. Still half hard, he walked over to the fridge, grabbing a can of beer and cracking it. "take five, I'm gonna teach you how to eat an ass properly once I'm done this."

Croix had finally cleaned enough nut off his fact to the point where he could open his eyes. The only thing he could taste was Darius' ballslop, and every time he swallowed it just felt like there was more of the sticky fluid. His stomach sloshed with every shift, cum rolling to and fro. He was exhausted, but at the suggestion of more, the jackalope couldn't be any harder.