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Durz's home was the catalyst for Russell's plan. It would make a perfect shell for more modern amenities, and if he could find the right help, he was sure that he could upgrade their little community for the better. Judging by the town's medieval fantasy aesthetic, no one there would be any help, so he turned his eyes elsewhere.

During Durz's travels, he'd mapped out a large part of the surrounding area, but even his wandering didn't take him through the mountains that Russell could see shrouded in the fog above the trees. There were rumors among the townspeople that dragons roamed in the volcanic peaks. Considering the effect Russell's presence had on Lope and Durz, he was sure that he would be safe.

Dragons in folklore were said to be very wise and knowledgeable, and Russell was counting on this to be true. If he could contact one of them, he was confident that they would grant him insight into the logistics of things like plumbing and lighting within their forest home. His biggest problem was that he had no way to craft the metal parts he would need for modern comforts.

The road leading up the peaks was windswept and treacherous. As far as they were above the ground, every misstep brought anxious tightness to Russell's throat, but his companions always steadied him.

Russell was thankful that he gathered warm clothes for the trip, as the nudist werewolf was shivering under the loose-fitting, thick robe that protected him from the icy chill. Durz was far better off, and his green skin was still partially bare in the freezing winds. Steam rose off of him with each step, and when Russell reached out to touch him, his skin felt like a heated blanket. Completely unfair.

As night fell, the chill winds grew too strong, and the trio bedded down until morning. Poor Lope wouldn't stop shivering, and Russell tried to comfort him as best he could under the blankets. He pulled the werewolf on top of him under their oversized blanket, drawing him closer to the orcish space heater at his back.

The wolf, shivering as he was, squirmed in Russell's clothed lap, whispering in a shaky voice. "Mate. Give Warm." By the desperate grind against Russell's bulge, it was clear that he was begging to be fucked. Russell wasn't cruel, and he awkwardly tugged his trousers down to his thighs, resting his bare ass on Durz's thick leg as he slotted his cock between the wolf's shuddering cheeks.

He coated a finger with saliva and slid it beneath the blankets to roll over the wolf's soft entrance. Surprisingly, it went in far faster than the last time, and he marveled at how relaxed the wolf's pucker was. A second, then a third finger joined the first, and the werewolf's arms wrapped around Russell's shoulders, his cold-kissed face pressing against the human's for a passionate oral embrace. Dominant as he usually was, this needy side of the wolf was adorable, and Russell couldn't resist his charms for long.

Slowly, he stretched the werewolf's entrance with his throbbing cock, prompting a desperate groan from the shivering wolfman. He felt incredible. As if molten silk flowed around Russell's soft thrusts, his inner walls squeezed and coaxed every thrust from him, and it was clear that the wolf had embraced his newfound submissive side. His shivering slowed and stopped as their gentle lovemaking filled the confined space under the blankets with moist heat, but he didn't pull back, mashing his lips against Russell's.

The slow thrusts and passionate kissing wouldn't last long, and soon the greedy wolf was shoving down into every push, sucking on Russell's lip and whimpering for more. He could only oblige the wolf's need, slapping his balls against that rapidly heating ass. Within moments, that fierce pace had Russell drawing close to his finish, and he felt the wolf's face bury itself in his neck just as he exploded within those greedy depths, the wolf's hole clenching tight on him and his soft ass staying pressed to the human's groin.

Soft and dreamy, the wolf's voice murmured against Russell's neck. "Stay. Don't take out." Russell could still feel that wolfman member throbbing at full mast, sandwiched between them, and a cursory glance below the blankets revealed the wolf hadn't finished. He was about to give the poor wolf his release when a heated green fist stopped his hand.

Durz reached out to take the wolf's cock in one hand, and as Russell watched, he stroked that throbbing length, gently rolling his thumb over the slick head. He seemed to approve of the wolf's submissive side, and each time the wolf would begin to shudder, as if close, he would loosen his grip, then return to the slow massage once his orgasm calmed. "Feels amazing to be filled, doesn't it, Wolfy?" He teased as the whimpering wolf started to shake with pent-up need, bringing new life to the member inside him with desperate clenches. "Let's see if you're capable of waiting. I promise it'll help."

Unable to hold out against the orc's teasing, within a few hours of the treatment, Lope's cock had softened, and that sloppy fist pulled away once it confirmed the wolf's cock had retreated. Durz smirked and licked his palm, his clean hand rubbing at the panting werewolf's cheek. "There we go. It feels much better, doesn't it?" His attention turned to Russell, "Old orc trick. Get them impossibly horny, and it helps distract them from discomfort. He'll probably be hard for most of the journey, but he definitely won't feel the cold~."

Evil. The orc was pure evil. But, Russell couldn't deny the wolfman's comfort as he settled into sleep against the human's shoulder. He hoped that the orc would take responsibility for the rabid fucking that the wolf would probably require at the end of their journey. Russell would prefer walking back down the mountain rather than being carried.

The air grew thinner as they climbed, and just each breath was becoming a struggle, and Russell worried they'd have to turn back a faint, heavy heat drifted on the breeze. A dimly glowing cave emerged from the mountainside near the end of the path, flickering orange with the promise of inhabitants. As they stepped inside, the heat intensified until Russell contemplated shedding his heavy gear. It was as if the very air itself was sweating.

A crotchety voice called out as they neared the end of the tunnel. "Get the fuck out. You fucking stink." The vulgar voice would reveal itself as belonging to a scaled burgundy man with twisting horns and a scowl across his face. His face looked much like the dragons Russell remembered from his favorite fantasy novels, with sharp teeth, golden eyes, and ridges that vaguely resembled eyebrows. As most of the monsters in this world seemed to be, he was attractively muscled, and his 7-foot-tall frame dwarfed even Durz. Unlike conventional fantasy dragons, the dragon was more humanoid in shape, though he still had a large tail that swept the ground behind him. The dragon whirled and snarled out another coarse tirade once they stepped into his sight, a heavy hammer held in his hand. "I said get the fuck out of my forge, you stupid fucks. Are you fucking deaf, or just stubborn assholes?" Well, he was just unpleasant.

Russell blinked, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he responded indignantly. "Hey, fuck you. We haven't even spoken to you yet. How about you sit the fuck down and listen to what we have to say before you act this vile?" All of the annoyance of the trip bubbled out, and he surprised even himself with his tone.

To the human's surprise, the dragon immediately sat on the floor, and his eyes focused on the trio. Was his bravado just for show? Russell used this opportunity to explain their presence, "Good. We've traveled a long way to get here, and we wanted to ask you to help us with a project. I want to create a place where monsters can live without humans interfering. I thought that a dragon could help me, but I suppose an asshole like you wouldn't be interested." As Russell returned the dragon's insults, the scaled man shuddered, and the human could see his grip go slack on his hammer. Was that a tremble from under his leather apron? Golden eyes seemed to twinkle in the dim orange light.

"No, wait." The dragon reached out a hand as his visitors turned around to leave, grabbing at Russell's leg. "I can help, I promise. Please, sir." His attitude completely changed, and Russell was startled by the scratchy feeling of scales rubbing against his legs. The dragon was rubbing his cheek against Russell's thigh and practically begging. Such a strange difference from the ornery creature that insulted them before he could even see them.

"Let go." Russell said with slight hesitation. As the dragon immediately followed the request, he realized the reason for the dragon's change of heart. He liked taking orders. Russell smiled and decided to have some fun. "Roll over."

The dragon followed his orders immediately and stared at him with hungry eyes from the floor, practically begging for more. Oh, this man would be fun. Russell raised one leg and placed his foot on his scaled stomach, lightly pressing down as the dragon squirmed under him. Urges to punish the dragon for his insolence floated around Russell's head, but he dismissed them. He could explore his dominant side later.

"M-Master." The dragon breathed out in a huffing voice under Russell's pinning foot as a conspicuously small tent raised under his apron. "I'll do anything, please. I'm sorry. Tell me what to do." It seemed as if he meant everything he said, and Russell planned to take advantage of his personality. Besides, his masochistic tendencies were cute, and Russell's mind whirled with all of the sexual acts he could demand from the scaly hunk.

Stepping off the dragon's scaled stomach, the human let him clamber to his knees. "You said this place is a forge, right? Does that mean that you're a blacksmith?" The dragon was eyeing his crotch hungrily, and he had to snap his fingers to force the man to answer.

"Y-Yes, master." The dragon stammered out, his tent twitching as the word 'master' left his scaly lips. "I've been a blacksmith for hundreds of years now. I'm one of the best. My name is Brigirth." A bit of pride infused his voice, and his earlier bravado threatened to resurface. Russell's glare brought him back from his bragging ways, and he lowered his eyes to the ground, his tail sweeping the cave floor behind him as if he were a dog wagging its tail.

At Russell's prompting, the masochistic dragon led them to his forge, which seemed to be where the stifling heat originated. It was far grander than the rest of the cave, and various gem-laden weapons and armor stacked the walls around the furnace. Even more impressively, the forge seemed to be fed by liquid rock rather than flames, and the heat rolling off of it made Russell feel slightly dizzy.

Russell kept the amazement from his face as he looked around. If he wanted the dragon to stay compliant, he'd have to keep a dominant air about him. Reverent and wide-eyed stares implied that it would be hard to break the submissive man's fascination with him, though. Assuming he could make these intricate things, his presence would be convenient in creating the paradise Russell imagined.

Hearing a whine from his lupine companion, Russell remembered the poor werewolf's debilitating arousal. His face held an evil grin as he reached out to the dragon and gripped one of the hard nipples under that leather jerkin, twisting it and listening to the masochistic dragon whine. "Before we leave, I think you should apologize for being rude to my friends." He beckoned Lope over with his free hand and guided the dragon to his knees with his firm grip on the dragon's sensitive nub. "Time for a treat, Lope."

The dragon trembled as he followed the human's lead, and he eyed the werewolf's cock with thinly veiled hunger. He didn't have to be asked and slid forward to take Lope's dick to the root, his tail lashing the ground even as he savored the masculine appendage. Before long, he was on all fours, with his rear on display. His tail flopped submissively over his back, and soft wiggles showed the wine-colored pucker between his gently bouncing cheeks.

His apology shouldn't be limited to just Lope. Since he insulted all three, Russell mused that it was time to put Durz's mammoth meat to work. He leaned against the orc's arm and whispered to him, prompting a grinning nod from the hairy hunk. That massive burgundy ass was a rare treat for the orc since his endowment was usually too big to fit inside anyone.

Durz's massive cock dwarfed the dragon's hole, and the scaled slut tried to squirm away as that thick head started to spear him open, but a stern word put him back in his place. He whimpered in pain, but he followed orders, and before Durz's cock was halfway inside him, Russell could see the dragon's proportionally smaller cock fountaining under him. Protesting as he was, his orgasm couldn't lie. He couldn't deny his whorish instincts.

"Good job." Russell placed a hand on one of the submissive dragon's horns to hold him in place for Lope's rough facefuck and let his cock rest on top of the dragon's muzzle. "Master is pleased with you. Make sure you swallow every drop." He let his cock roll over the dragon's steaming nostrils, rubbing thick globs of pre and sweat across his muzzle with a dominance he didn't know he had.

Brigirth was on cloud nine. As Lope and Durz speared him from both ends, Russell could see his eyes rolling in his head, and every shaking thrust drew thick spurts of pre from his dangling cock to stain the floor below. Most impressively, he seemed to be able to take Durz's entire length. Considering the orc's cock dwarfed Russell's forearm, he had to be one of the most talented bottoms alongside one of the best blacksmiths. Was there a worldwide competition for that?

The dragon's body proved too luscious for Russell's companions. Together, they began to fire off into his dual holes, prompting the dragon to stiffen and join them, the growing puddle underneath him gaining another few squirts from his helpless cock. Russell's finish was far more reserved, and he painted the dragon's face and horns with a few soft spurts. He looked much better, tonguing creamy spend off a cock and streaked with even more.

"Master." The dragon rubbed his face against Russell's softened package with reverence after he freed himself from the other two's spent members. Smitten with his treatment, it seemed as if the dragon would be joining Russell's growing family.

Brigirth was packed and ready to go within an hour. Even if Russell didn't want his companionship, how the dragon carried himself clearly showed he would follow him wherever he went. The scaled man would stiffen the moment Russell asked him to do something, then immediately follow his orders, with an erection leading the way. The more demanding his words, the happier the dragon seemed to be. Even Durz, the most submissive of the group in the past, could get the dragon to do anything he asked, and as they made their way down the mountain, the dragon would often squirm on the orc's green spire, his small cock jumping in submissive joy.

When they reached their home, the dragon scoffed. "This is it? You don't even have heating." A smack on his ass returned the malleable side of the dragon, and he changed his tone. "We can- mmph. We can fix it. We'll make it better."

And so their home started to grow. Over the following weeks, Durz and Brigirth raised more houses from the surrounding forest, and Brigirth dipped into his stash of magically charged gems to imbue them with a warmth that staved off winter's chill. With these small changes, the homes grew far more comfortable.

Other amenities sprang up from Russell's discussions with the dragon, and soon each home had an approximation of plumbing, though the toilets led to something far more fantastic than a sewer. Purification stones lined the metal pipes, and the water that circulated from the forest pool was just as crystal clear as its origin. Even Lope's cave received upgrades, and the wolf lounged on his new heated stone bed whenever he could, blissfully nude and pleasantly warm, while a stone cooler kept his favorite foods from spoiling.

Russell's idea was beginning to take shape. Instead of a simple, wolf-scented cave, the makings of a town stood in the forest clearing. Was it enough, though? His thoughts trailed off as he remembered the various stories he'd heard from his friends. This world was far from hospitable for non-humans. He was sure he'd find more in need of a home, and he planned to bring them back here.

The dragon's soft rumble derailed his train of thought. Brigirth was standing in front of him in the snow in the nude. He'd given up wearing clothes since leaving his mountaintop forge, except when working with molten metal. "Master, I finished everything you asked me to do. Was I a good boy?" The dragon had become far less coarse and constantly looked to him for approval. Russell loved the juxtaposition of his size and his submissiveness. His small cock was cute, bouncing in the chilly air above comparatively large balls.

"That's right. You were a good boy." Russell praised the beaming dragon and led him to his heated home. He shed most of his clothing as he stepped into the pleasant warmth, prompting a needy whimper from the dragon as his pink cock came into view. He knew that Brigirth loved to be teased, among other things, so he sat on the dragon's bed and beckoned him over.

Durz and Lope were both out hunting, and Russell knew they wouldn't be home with dinner any time soon, so he decided to pass the time exploring new things with the dragon. He held out his booted feet, with his pants bunched around them. "Take them off." The dragon immediately complied, and as his sock-covered feet came into view, he had an idea. As the dragon was placing his pants and boots neatly to the side, he slid one of his feet to rub against the dragon's nose. "Sniff."

The dragon was taken aback by the gesture, but as he caught a deep whiff of the human's musk, any protests seemed to die in his throat. Greedily, he huffed Russell's sweaty socks, and Russell could see his small cock pulse and begin to dribble pre. Interesting. Maybe the same musk that seemed to make monsters crave him was stronger on certain parts of his body. He'd have to see if Lope had a similar reaction.

"Take them off and use your tongue." Russell's cock jumped at the perverseness of the dragon's worship, feeling his cock pulse to life. Brigirth's masochistic personality just made him so much fun to bully. "Don't touch your cock." Brigirth was usually a premature ejaculator, and Russell wanted him to wait.

Brigirth's tongue was soft and luxurious. Every wide, searching lick rolled across the soles of his feet with slick decadence, and scaled paws gripped at the dragon's thighs. Trembling and needy, he tried his best to follow orders, and Russell thought he deserved a reward. That drooling dragon cock looked ready to blow, and Russell could use a filling. But first, some positive reinforcement.

He slid forward, letting his slippery foot slide along the dragon's length and taking advantage of the height difference to take a firm grip on one of the dragon's horns. His foot hugged that needy length, and he rubbed his spare hand across the dragon's cheek, letting his thumb tease those trembling lips. "Good boys get to make a choice. You can cum right now, with the promise that you'll lick up your mess, or you can cum inside me after you lick every bit of me clean."

Brigirth seemed to struggle with indecision. His cock trembled against Russell's foot, but he managed to move away from the stroking press, leaning into the human's hands. "Inside master... Please." He decided and began to lick his messy ooze from the sole of Russell's foot.

Slowly and sensually, the dragon's tongue followed each leg up, coating every inch of Russell's skin in a shimmering layer of slick saliva. Guided away from Russell's sweat-drenched cock by teasing hands, he followed the slight curve of Russell's stomach, lathering it until it shined. Nipples were next, and the dragon seemed to take great pride in fluttering over them with his tongue, even opening his maw slightly to take them in for a suck. As that questing tongue found Russell's mouth, he forced the dragon into a domineering kiss, his appendage wrestling with that slick draconic muscle and drawing a rumbling growl from deep within his smooth scaled chest.

Brigirth reminded Russell of a drunk man as he guided that snorting nose into the human's sweating pits, shuddering as his drooling tongue drenched the hair it found there. As Russell's peculiar power did its work, the dragon's eyes rolled back, and the human could feel spurts of something warm coating his thighs, ass, and cock. The dragon had finished already, without so much as touching himself.

"Naughty boy." Russell chided, dragging Brigirth's face down to bury it in his mess and rubbing his dick across the dragon's muzzle. "Clean it up. Then you can have your treat." He spread his legs to give the dragon room to work, ignoring his soft grumbles.

Lovingly, the dragon licked every inch of Russell's cock, and he could feel steaming breath rolling over his length with every stroke. The greedy slut huffed his musk as if he were starving for it, and when the dragon reached the seed rolling down the human's ass, he dove in without asking, rolling his tongue inside and licking with slow, deep, undulating precision. His tongue work was superb, and it required all of the human's willpower to stop the dragon's deep rimming with a tug of both of his horns.

Brigirth panted and lined up with the human's hole, easily sliding in with the barest bit of stretch. His small cock was far from filling, but the look on his face made Russell shudder, and he gripped at the dragon's ass, encouraging him to thrust. And thrust he did. Making up for his size with power, he slapped his leathery balls against Russell's ass, his tongue hanging out and his clawed fingers gripping the bed on either side of the human's body.

Though he finished once already, the dragon was always a quick shot, and his big breeder balls pulled up in anticipation of another rocketing finish. His face twisted, and he whined out, "Master, please, can I cum?" Ass cheeks clenched under Russell's hands, and, judging by the quaking length within the human, he was trying desperately to hold back the flood.

A nod from his master let the dragon's floodgates open, and Russell felt thick, high-pressure spurts of dragon cream fill his hole. Soft lips met the dragon's, and Brigirth's tongue coaxed Russell's into his mouth for a gentle suck while his flow petered off.

After the dragon pulled himself free, Russell allowed the dragon to nurse at his cock, softly stroking over his scaled head and closing his eyes to enjoy his gentle ministrations. He wasn't as skilled as the orc, but it was as if he was in love with Russell's cock, and the soft strokes of his tongue didn't disappoint. There was no rush to finish, and the dragon was still in his lap when Lope returned with several cooked rabbits clutched triumphantly in one of his hands.

Lope sat next to Russell on the bed and watched Brigirth's servicing with interest. His member was half-hard, and he leaned against Russell's side, munching away at crispy meat. Something about his casual behavior made the scene that much more lewd, and Russell could feel himself throb in that slow, worshipping suck.

His finish was a slow build, and he gripped Lope's arm as he released, drawing an appreciative growl from the voyeuristic wolf. As if his cock wanted the moment to last, cum drooled rather than squirted, and he had to force himself to stay still while soft suckles coaxed more from his oversensitive member. The dragon's mouth was too good to rush this feeling.

Greedy lips wasted no time. With Russell's cock finished and flopping softly from the dragon's mouth, he immediately shuffled over to take the werewolf's dick. Dreamy and sated, Russell munched on his dinner and watched the repeat performance with approving eyes. No one should miss out on this feeling.