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"...And that about concludes our introduction into spatial magic." Vengir sighed, the large orange plume on top of his scaly palm disappearing in a puff of smoke. The robe-clad dragon with green scales snapped his fingers, igniting a small flame between his thumb and index finger, the wildly dancing fire drawing out the shape of spectacles; the gold-framed glasses subsequently materializing in the reptile-sorcerer's hand.

Vengir carefully blew into the scorching hot metal, even though it would have actually needed to be thrice as hot to actually harm a dragon with its heat. Wiping away some of the fogginess caused by the flames on the round lenses onto the sleeve of his robe, the mature dragon planted the vision-enhancing blinkers onto his muzzle.

"Any questions?" He asked, planting both of his palms onto the expertly carved wooden desk he was standing behind, casting a somewhat worn glance at the about dozen young animals present in the relatively cramped chamber.

Just as he expected, an enthusiastic, black and amber paw was raised.

"Yes, Melissa?"

"Master Vengir, would it be possible to create a distortion, through which a living creature or a part of one could possibly travel?" The young female fox sitting in the front row asked, her innocent blue eyes conjuring feelings of sympathy in the mellow reptile as always. Melissa was pretty much the only one to show genuine interest in the older dragon's teachings, most of the noble brats in Vengir's class being far more interested in what they would be having for dinner than they were in his lectures.

The pulchritudinous vulpine was Melissa, the first daughter of the castle's head-maid. She was the only one in Vengir's class whose parent's didn't have a title, while ironically enough being the one with the most affinity for magic. An earnest servant girl who had been taught from a young age to respect and fear authority, hence making her an excellent student on top of her vicious talent. And even though she had barely stepped into womanhood, she was plenty shapely in all the most eye-catching places. Vengir would give it two to three months before there would be an absolute swarm of suitors buzzing about her. Lucky for the natural vixen, her mother was a very conservative female and wouldn't be afraid to whack even the king himself on the nose with a soup ladle if he was to act too rowdy around her offspring.

Vengir found himself slightly amused by the imagined scenario.

"Yes! Spatial magic isn't only useful for summoning up a mirror or a dagger when you might need one, it is also widely used by the most skilled sorcerers to travel between places or to even transport goods across great distances." Vengir nodded his head. "Although spatial magic of that level usually requires decades of mastery, and is never completely risk-free." The robe-clad reptile took on a more serious tone and held a dramatic pause before continuing.

"Many ambitious hatchlings have lost limbs or even their life casting spatial magic with lacking patience or experience."

None of the creatures present aside from Melissa showed any greater reaction to Vengir's ominous warning.

"But in short, yes, it is very much possible. I think Master Garadier on the council is adept in higher grade spatial magic. I'm sure he'd be happy to answer the questions of a beautiful young lass if you were to get a hold of him." Vengir smiled faintly, gazing past the fox girl at the noble youth sitting in the back row, anxious to dash out of the chamber as soon as the dragon gave them the smallest hint of the class being over for today.

"Privileged urchins!" Vengir thought. Back when he was young there weren't any classes for magic, or tomes and scrolls more than a person could carry, explaining in intricate detail how to optimally stimulate the flow of mana and detailed instructions on how to cast the most primitive spells. When he had been adopted by his master at thirteen, the spiteful old owl had thrust a tome full of expert-level spells into his lap and told him he wouldn't eat until he had successfully cast ten of them. The nobility had it easy. Being of low birth himself, Vengir was naturally resentful of most blue-bloods, even though he wasn't exactly a mere peasant himself anymore.

"Class dismissed!"

The group of animals at the back of the class expectedly stood up first and hurried to the door while Vengir cast a venomous glare in their direction, none of the future barons and countesses in their late teens probably even noticing the pair of spiteful reptile eyes observing their exit. No, they were far too young and too impudent to care about the bitterness of an old lizard like Vengir who they only met twice a week for their brief lesson in magic. But part of Vengir's indignation was jealousy - the dragon himself was smart enough to recognize that. He wasn't the once bright-eyed hatchling anymore, seeking out adventure as a budding sorcerer, living the unpredictable life outside the comfort and monotony of a castle. Nowadays he was but a mere pet lizard for the court, his duties consisting of simply existing for whenever he was needed.

It was an all too familiar of a pattern in the circle of mages to be truthful. Whenever there was not an active military conflict going on, the sorcerers would usually spend time engaging in academics and acting as advisors or emissaries in the ever-changing landscape of political hodgepodge. Some of them it suited, some of them it did not. Vengir was strictly in the latter camp.

"Time will catch up with all of you gold-horns eventually... Your dicks will get limp and your wives fat and ugly before you know it..." The green dragon thought as he observed the majority of his class stream out the door, their different tails slipping away from his sight one by one.

Once again amused by his own thoughts, Vengir chuckled lightly, reminding himself that he really shouldn't have anything to be jealous about. The lifespan of his species greatly exceeded that of most creatures in existence, and he was still comfortably in the first quarter of his life at sixty years young. Everyone in this class and castle would become dust before the sun would set on his life.

Vengir had to constantly remind himself of this fact. While possessing the relatively young and toned body for a male dragon from his days as an adventurer, the court sage couldn't help but let his way of thinking being affected by his peers who aged differently. The dreadful melancholy of mortality from others his age was contagious, leading Vengir often regard himself as old, at least older than what he was in regards to his species.

The 'old' dragon blew out a puff of smoke from his nostrils, watching the hazy curls of gray float up towards the roof in slowly dancing tendrils before they dissipated into nothingness.

"Ah! Would young master Redrick please stay in the classroom? I would like to have a chat." Vengir abruptly lowered his gaze from the ceiling, locking his bright yellow eyes on the hefty bison at the far corner of the chamber who had just gotten done packing his books, books which he had not touched for the entirety of the lesson as Vengir had seen. The bovine with a thick coat of dark fur around his head and neck immediately froze next to his seat, visibly nervous as he most likely thought he'd been caught doing something bad.

"Have a pleasant day Master!"

"Thank you, Melissa. Send my regards to your mother. The soup yesterday was excellent." Vengir nodded his head - decorated with a pair of horns curling into two robust spirals of dragon bone - to the smiling vulpine at the door.

"I will!" The well-mannered fox bent her knees for a small curtsy before closing the door and disappearing into the winding hallways of the castle. This left just the dragon and the young bull inside the narrow chamber.

Dreadful silence weighed down on the mood between the two males, the younger of the two growing ever more nervous the longer Vengir chose not to open his emerald muzzle.

"What are you standing over there for? Surely it would be difficult for us to chat across such a distance, no?" Vengir eventually spoke, trying to sound somewhat lighthearted so as not to torment the youngster any further. Surely he must have been at least a bit intimidated in the presence of a dragon. Almost anyone would.

"F-forgive me Master Vengir!" The tall bovine stuttered in an almost uncharacteristically weak voice for a male his size, swiftly stomping over to Vengir's desk with his big hooves loudly thumping against the stone floor.

The youngest sprout of the Redrick family was a typical bison. Thick, warm coat of chocolate fur covering most of his upper body, especially prominent around his neck and head. Two imposing horns sticking out from his temples, curling upwards like the great thorns of a Merik tree, doing their own bit in making the young animal appear intimidating. His shoulders and arms were well-muscled and on display to their advantage as the young bison wore a sleeveless tunic of moss-colored leather with golden embroidery decorating the fringes. The skillfully tailored leather top actually appeared quite small and constricting on the bovine's broad chest, clearly more befitting a creature of a more slim build, at least if one asked Vengir.

The nervous bovine's lower half was clad in a loincloth of a matching color scheme, a long strip of moss green cloth with golden fringes reaching down to the level of his knees both on the front and back of his hips. Vengir personally adored the modern loincloth design, tailored to only barely cover any undergarments and generously show off the male thigh, something that the handsome bison had a dynamite set of as well.

Vengir wasn't quite able to see the hairy bull's eyes, which were hidden behind the curly locks of his mane, making the big male's expressions harder to read. Lucky for the dragon sage, the rest of the bovine was plenty expressive.

The young bull was definitely handsome in the rugged kind of way that bigger males usually were, his body exuding the overwhelmingly physical aura characteristic of his species. And the fact that he had his eyes covered by what was essentially his hair, made him appear quite adorable despite his size. Had the two met at a tavern when the dragon was thirty years younger, Vengir would have surely dragged this one to the bedroom with him.

"You're Axton. The Lieutenant's son, am I not mistaken?" Vengir asked, having gazed upon the youngster long enough for his liking.

The timid bovine nodded his head, his curly mane fluttering about like a field of barley in an autumn breeze.

"How old are you?"

"T-twenty this upcoming summer, M-Master." Axton replied, tightly clutching onto a worn notebook in his hands. Vengir took note of this. One would rarely see the young bison without it.

"Then tell me, Axton, are you interested in magic? And please spare me the etiquette-abiding flattery and just tell me how you really feel. With this kind of class, you'd hardly find me insulted if one more student wasn't interested in my lessons."

This was a discussion the dragon had wanted to have for a while.

The brown tail with a fluffy tip swished about behind the bovine's back, the bull clearly hesitating with giving his honest opinion in front of the inquisitive gaze of his teacher.

"...N-no, not really..." Axton finally muttered and lowered his head as if afraid of some kind of retaliation from the mature dragon.

"Figured as much." Vengir sighed and put on a sympathetic smile on his long muzzle. "You're only here because your parents are fond of the prestige that comes with having a sorcerer in the family."

It was an extremely crude analysis on Vengir's part, but one that nevertheless seemed correct as Axton slowly nodded his head whilst shuffling his hooves about on the floor.

"I have observed..." Vengir continued, running his scaly fingers across the leathery covers of the thick, arcane tome resting on top of his desk amongst the pile of scrolls and parchments. "...That you're much more interested in your quill and stick of charcoal than you are with my ramblings about the arcane arts."

Axton lowered his head even further and swiftly attempted to hide the notebook behind his back. It still amazed Vengir how a creature as big as a bison could appear so small, even though Axton was just as tall, if not even slightly taller than the green dragon.

"Please do not worry about it. If anything I'm happy that at least one student of mine uses the lessons to do something creative instead of just gossiping about what happened at the latest ball or gala or whatever the shitnosed brats are up to in their free time." Vengir immediately felt somewhat embarrassed having let that last remark slip past his otherwise honorable and composed facade. "...Please pardon my crude language young master Redrick."

The thick, oppressive silence returned to the chamber, Vengir trying, for a while, to get a read on what the visibly uncomfortable bull was thinking. And while he was at it, he might have let his eyes wander about the handsomely shaped young body once or twice more, not that he would admit that to himself.

"...Let me see." Vengir opened up his jaws after some time, his calm words making the younger bovine recoil on his hooves. "I'm intrigued... Magical ability usually goes hand in hand with artistic talent - certainly not in my case, but usually. Please let me see your notebook." The dignified dragon extended out his arm towards his student.

Axton froze up completely. Had Vengir been able to see his eyes they would have probably reflected feelings of dread and dismay. The dragon teacher quietly watched the bull shift his weight from one foot to another, his dark lower lip twitching as if he wanted to say something without finding the right words to express himself. It was obvious that the younger male didn't want to do what he was told.

The bovine's panic made Vengir all the more intrigued about the contents of his notebook.

"Come on, don't be shy!"

Still appearing to be in some sort of an internal battle between mind and body, Axton slowly took out the notebook from behind his back, handing it over to the older male with his muscular arm trembling like a young birch in a storm. Internally enjoying the delightful subtleties of panic and unease in the towering bison's behavior, Vengir deftly snatched the slim stack of papers bound together inside crude leather covers. The notebook was either extremely cheap or entirely of Axton's own handiwork, some of the pages clearly sticking out from between the covers.

Continuing to gaze at the timid bull past his golden glasses, Vengir carefully flipped open the front cover, immediately being greeted by a black and white sketch of tranquil forest scenery. No, simply calling it a 'sketch' wouldn't do justice to how detailed the drawing actually was. Every single tree, rock, root, and blade of grass had been captured in ink with immaculate care, and to such a high degree that Vengir could even make out the individual leaves in each of the trees depicted. The stunned dragon had to take the spectacles off his snout and bring them closer to the drawing, simply so that he could appreciate the incredible amount of detail that had been woven into the picture with ink and charcoal.

Truly amazed by what he saw, Vengir began to flip through the pages of Axton's notebook, finding more and more drawings etched into the dry parchment with equal detail by the young bison. There was a realistic drawing of a crow preening itself, a somewhat stylized charcoal sketch of a majestic stag standing in a meadow, an intense ink portrayal of two male wolves circling one another on a bed of snow, and dozens of depictions of the wildlife around the castle, all captured to perfection. Vengir even found a few sketches of the castle's residents in the middle of the notebook, feeling even more awe at how much life the nineteen-year-old bull had managed to capture with his quill. It was astonishing. The kid was an artist.

Vengir couldn't help but feel the nasty sting of jealousy in his chest whilst flipping through the images, the next one more detailed than the one before it. So young and already so talented. How on earth were hands so big capable of producing such delicate drawings?

"...This is incredible!" Vengir muttered, continuing to absorb the beauty of the skilled sketches with his reptilian eyes. "You should be extremely proud of yourself, young one! I've never seen drawings so beautiful and realistic. Color me impressed!"

The older male's praise seemed to somewhat alleviate Axton's nervousness, but Vengir still sensed a hint of worry from the flustered bovine.

"Do you draw often?"

A stupid question, given that Vengir could see with his own eyes that the bull certainly did.

"Y-yes..." Axton replied, nervously scratching his neck. "Whenever I find the time to..."

"Glad to know my classes are a good time for something." Vengir chuckled, Axton immediately appearing somewhat guilty despite the dragon's lighthearted tone. "...You don't get to draw much at home?"

"No..." The bull sighed and shuffled his hooves. "My father says I should spend more time with a spear or an axe in my hands than playing around with a quill like a secretary."

Vengir wouldn't have expected anything different from the straight-laced lieutenant. How could someone who has spent his entire life swinging a sword understand the artistic passion of a young mind, especially that of his own offspring? That probably also explained the shy, absent-minded personality of the physically intimidating youngster. Vengir guessed he had been told not to express himself ever since a young age. Poor thing.

"Well, between you and me - and with all the respect to the crown - your father is an idiot!"

Axton didn't know how to react to having his father insulted in front of him.

"This sort of talent should be nurtured and celebrated, not hidden behind familial duty or parental expectations." Vengir continued to praise the young bison. "You know, being able to draw cleanly is extremely beneficial in the study of arcane glyphs and spectral circles. There are plenty of mages I know who would kill just to have you as an assistant."

Vengir returned back to the notebook, continuing to browse the worn pages full of stunning illustrations. "These are absolutely magnificent... If you want to, I could teach you some spells to enhance your craft. For example, how to erase ink from paper, control your quill - or multiple quills even - with magic, how to add color to..."

Vengir's sentence was left without its closing words as the dragon sage flipped a page and was unexpectedly met with a drawing of himself. The 'old' sorcerer raised his eyebrows, looking at the young bison's depiction of him. It was done from behind, most likely during a lecture, the familiar robes and big spiraling horns giving the cloaked character away as Vengir. Once again, the skilled buffalo had spared no detail, even having drawn a scaly mesh onto Vengir's tail with painstaking accuracy to the natural pattern occurring on the dragon's body.

"I had no idea I had the privilege of being one of your models..." Vengir smiled, deciding to flatter his student some more. His words, however, had the opposite effect on the bovine as he had imagined, Axton's tail dropping down between his legs, the young bull hunching up his shoulders even further.

Vengir was again intrigued.

The puzzled dragon turned another page, finding two more drawings of himself, made from two different angles - presumably also during class, evidenced by the familiar desk also drawn onto the pages. Not regarding himself as a particularly photogenic dragon, Vengir felt slightly flattered appearing in just more than one drawing of his student. Especially since Axton had drawn all of him so well.

Vengir turned a page and there were three more drawings of him in the notebook, each of them laudatory in both detail and perspective. The befuddled dragon turned another page and another, finding dozens of drawings of his own likeness in the young bison's notebook. Some were close-ups of his face, depicting him doing expressions the dragon himself didn't remember ever having done in class. Axton had been drawing him a lot.

Not knowing if he should be confused, flattered, or concerned, Vengir kept turning the pages with healthy enthusiasm and curiosity.

It wasn't until the green reptile came across a particular drawing of himself that things started to become somewhat clear. It was a picture of him, resting on his side on top of the very desk he was currently standing behind, his scaly legs exposed from underneath his robes a bit more than normal, his eyes smiling playfully, seductively at whoever was gazing at the illustration. That was when it clicked.

Vengir had had somewhat of an uneasy feeling, or a hunch ever since he had started inspecting the drawings depicting him. The more he saw them the more apparent it had become. In every single drawing made by Axton, the older dragon's body or face was always a little bit exaggerated, a little too young, a little too... perfect.

Once he had seen it there was no way he could unsee it. The skillful strokes made with the bovine's quill were oozing with lust; the deep desire to depict the male dragon as more handsome and erotic than what he was. Axton was lusting after him. And not too subtly either. All of a sudden the bison's reluctance to hand over his notebook made even more sense.

Quickly after the first flirty etching, the drawings took a clear erotic turn and Vengir started finding multiple naked sketches of his own body, most of them surprisingly accurate considering that Axton had never seen his master naked. At first, it was just a few sketches with the naked outline of a male dragon and perhaps somewhat glorified muscle definitions on Vengir's scaly frame, but the reptile sage only had to turn a few pages more to find a drawing where he was drawn with a full-on dragon erection, the hefty member imagined onto his body by his student drawn again in greater detail onto the page next to the full-body illustration. And there were multiple variations of those sketches as well, each imagining his crotch and the tool attached to it in a different way.

Things got gradually even more lewd, Vengir finding himself depicted in all sorts of erotic positions, usually around his own desk with heavy emphasis put on the detail surrounding his scaly backside and tail. Some drawings were only of his buttocks, shaped perfectly symmetrical and round, drawn from the side, above, below, and one even directly behind where Vengir had his tail raised and was spreading himself out to whoever had the pleasure of reading this particular page. Only a few pages after that there started appearing images where the dragon teacher was getting his tailhole filled either by his own tail, a floating cock - multiple variations ranging from equine to draconic dicks - and one more adventurous sketch where Vengir was depicted as sitting on what looked like an arcane obelisk.

And finally, there were illustrations of Axton himself having hot teacher-student sex with Vengir. Lots and lots of intense, scaly-tailhole-stretching teacher-student sex. In all the positions one could imagine. Every single one of the pictures was so lifelike that even the composed, mature dragon could feel his scaly cheeks heating up from watching them, watching himself getting absolutely railed by the younger bovine in the pages of his notebook.

His eyes wide as the castle's silver plates, Vengir slowly raised his gaze from the notebook, staring deep into the crimson hue now plastered all over the younger male's muzzle, especially around the area where his eyes would have been, were they not hidden behind his hair. He didn't say anything, but the adolescent bison knew he had been caught. Anyone would have by the tensed-up, sexually-charged mood suddenly oppressing the classroom atmosphere.

Vengir said nothing. Axton looked like he wanted the stone floor underneath his hooves to collapse and the castle to swallow him whole to spare him the embarrassment he was experiencing in front of his master, who he obviously had a major crush on. The rich embarrassment was also mixed in with fear, fear of rejection, of possible punishment, the burly bovine again appearing mighty small compared to his actual physical stature as he squirmed uncomfortably before the dragon sorcerer.

Even though Vengir hardly let it show on his serious muzzle, he was just as equally flustered as his young pupil. Suddenly, his scaly head was full of thoughts. Confusing, inappropriate, lewd thoughts. The exquisite penmanship was more than enough to get the old dragon's libido racing, providing ample fuel for the bipedal reptile's male imagination that ate up the sight of the pornographic drawings like honeycakes. Vengir's blood began to flow differently, specifically into a certain place on his scaly carcass, a place that had not seen or felt such stimulation in quite a while. It was hard for even the disciplined sage to hold a straight face as the barbed glans of his inflating malehood plopped outside the bulging sheath hidden in his undergarments, the rest of his reproductive organ seeking to exit the scaly cave alongside it.

This was something new.

But at the same time, it was wrong.

Although it wasn't that uncommon for a master and their apprentice to have an intimate, physical relationship, Vengir knew what the implications of an older dragon like him engaging with basically a young calf were. He doubted any of the other nobles would want their brats in his class if the word of him having sex with one of his students somehow got out. It could even cost him his position as the court sage within the castle.

And yet, why did the fact make it so desirable?

Vengir dropped his gaze back into the lewd drawings, getting more erect the more he stared at the pages of the notebook. The thought of having the bison do these things to him was growing increasingly enticing. It was almost too good. A young, handsome bull lusting after him? Yes, please! He'd be a complete fool not to take advantage of such a delicious situation.

Axton twitched as the older dragon eventually cleared his throat, Vengir snapping the notebook shut in his hand before carefully setting it down on his desk. The now aroused reptile's eyes twinkled mischievously as he shifted the weight on his feet, nonchalantly walking out from behind his workstation.

"Ahh~! How adorable..." Vengir sighed inside his mind, eagerly observing the rattled behavior of the young bull.

Stopping his hind claws slightly to the right of his desk, the dragon teacher enjoyed himself for a few more moments of staring at the blushing bison before he began to speak.

"Did you know that one of the main motives behind the development of spatial magic was said to have been noblemen wishing to lay with their mistresses without physically meeting them?"

The nervous bovine jerked quite visibly, appearing confused by Vengir's words. He shook his head after a short while.

"It's already been centuries since then, but it is a known fact that his royal highness king Erkad the third had a personal chambermage, who was an expert in spatial magic." Vengir continued, leaning against the desk with his left hand. "It has never been confirmed, but it was said that the mage would open a portal inside the king's trousers, the other end leading to the chamber of his mistress. Some people even speculate that the king sired three illegitimate children this way, constantly being only a spell away from his many lovers..."

Axton swallowed.

"I imagine the king probably got his dick sucked in plain sight of his own wife and rest of the royal court in the throneroom... Spatial magic is just handy like that." Vengir finished, spicing the last few syllables with lust as his gaze dropped down onto the shy bovine's crotch. "Extremely... Handy..."

It only took a split second for Vengir to silently chant the spell with his scaly lips. Before the bison student was even able to blink, the emerald dragon was suddenly holding the young male's undercloth in his teeth. The arousing scent of his student's malehood drifted up into Vengir's reptilian nostrils from the piece of silky underwear he had snatched from Axton. And what a bewildering scent it was. So full of youth, life, and lust.

Vengir elevated his brows while Axton's gaze dropped down between his legs as the dark baton of bison breeding meat, previously held back by the white cloth dangling from the older dragon's mouth, flopped out from underneath the moss loincloth in a healthy semi-chub. It was just big and meaty as Vengir had expected.

The dragon sorcerer didn't know which visual he found more compelling: the sight of the big, eagerly erecting bison cock, or its panicking owner trying to desperately hide it with his hands and the inadequately narrow loincloth.

"And now some icing on the cake~!" Vengir thought, quietly casting another spell that would stimulate blood flow into the most desirable areas of the bovine while also increasing his sensitivity and acting as an arcane aphrodisiac. There was no way a young male like Axton would have been able to fight back against that.

"A-ahhh~" The young bison moaned as his cock immediately jumped into full mast, expelling a few glimmering globs of pre onto the floor of the classroom. As difficult of a task as it would have been, the young male tried hiding his over-foot-long wand of masculinity behind his palms, giving up fast due to the increased sensitivity of his male parts. Eventually, the adolescent bison had no choice but to let his cock rock out on his crotch in plain view of his teacher, big, erect, and ready to breed.

"Oh my~! Young master Redrick!" Vengir gasped with a noticeable falsetto, simultaneously eating up the sight of the younger male's tumescence with his yellow eyes. The shade of red present on Axton's face deepened even further.

Sensing the embarrassed bovine's desire to look anywhere but his teacher, Vengir cast another spell that forced the blushing bull to lock eyes with him. Vengir was still unable to see Axton's eyes properly, but it didn't matter. The important thing was that the bull could see him.

Allowing a lubricious but gentle smile to take control of his facial muscles, Vengir picked up the musky bison underwear from his teeth, subsequently burying his muzzle into the white fabric and giving it a good sniff in plain sight of their owner. Without taking his eyes off his adorable student, Vengir took another, long sniff and even made sure to lick the underwear so that the bison could see him do it. The mixed emotions of confusion, embarrassment and arousal danced on the young bull's muzzle as the smiling dragon nonchalantly hooked the pair of underwear onto his left horn. Even despite his age the dragon still knew how to be playful.

"Tell me Axton... Do you like dragons?" Vengir inquired, carefully walking in front of his desk, now standing face-to-face with his fully erect student.

Axton took his sweet time to answer, Vengir using the long silence to further eat up the bison with his gaze.

"...N-no! Ah~! I-I mean... yes! B-but o-only you... M-master Vengir..."

A one-hundred-point answer. Of course, the youngster was infatuated with dragons, but to know the extent of his affection for Vengir alone was exactly what the sage had wanted to hear.

"I figured..." Vengir chuckled. "I see that you've been drawing me quite a lot... And on that note, I'd like to ask you something about dragon anatomy."

Axton was understandably confused. The gentle smile on his muzzle taking on a more mischievous tone, Vengir chanted a spell and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, the dark robes decorating Vengir's scaly body began to burn, a bright blue flame eating up the shadowy cloth down from the dragon's shoulders. The fire was slow and controlled, burning the enchanted fabric almost teasingly slow, exposing the scaly sage's body bit by bit to the awestruck bull standing before him. First were exposed Vengir's shoulders, their broadness covered rather well by the baggy robes. Next up the flames burned the cloth away from the dragon's firm chest, still decently muscled from the reptile's days as an adventurer, much like his abdomen and sides which were exposed next.

The entire time the blue fire burned, Vengir observed Axton's expressions, relishing the sensation of control he felt over the younger male's gaze. For the first time in years, the male dragon felt sexy and wanted. Oh, how he had missed this kind of male attention.

As the fire crept closer to his waist, Vengir slowly turned to face his desk, curling his tail up from the floor just as the flames devoured his lower back, slowly revealing the pair of scaly buttocks that Axton had sketched so much into his notebook. Watching his student over his right shoulder, Vengir enjoyed himself with a visual feast of restless youth, the frozen bull squirming on his hooves as the meaty dragon behind was exposed for all eyes to see. Vengir knew he had an enticing rump, and although he hadn't used it for seduction in years, he was still rather proud of the shape and volume of his scaly cheeks.

The arcane striptease eventually ended when even the rest of the reptilian sage's robe bottom disappeared with the flames, leaving Vengir completely naked in between his desk and his bison pupil.

Axton's member throbbed while Vengir gave the youngster plenty of time to absorb the sight of his back and buttocks, eventually turning back around, picking the golden spectacles off his muzzle.

"...To my question about the dragon- about my anatomy... Did it answer your expectations?" Vengir chuckled, basking proudly in the nude, getting ogled by his student.

The older dragon's excitement was on display just as much as the bull's, the pinkish dragon dick with all its spines, veins, and plump knot fully extended from within its snug sheath, staring at the male bovine from Vengir's crotch. The reptilian erection was naturally accompanied by a plump, scaly scrotal sack exuding male fertility with its presence. Vengir didn't attempt to hide his goods and allowed Axton to take a good look at his everything, as he was sure the bison so desired.

"Well...?" Vengir cocked his head and grinned.

The younger male was understandably speechless. Fortunately for Vengir, Axton's dick was plenty telling of his emotions, the bulltastic pole of bovine sex squeezing out a fat droplet of pre that remained hanging on the pulsing tip of the great member. Such a gorgeous cock straight out begged to be touched and caressed.

"Pardon me... Of course, there's no way you could answer when you're like this..."

The unmoving bovine gasped nervously as the older scalie swiftly dropped onto his knees, nearly bringing his emerald muzzle to kiss the sizable bovine shaft in front of him. Vengir felt a rush of hormones amping up his arousal as he witnessed the fat, virile fucktool from up close. He could feel his lower half tingling with desire.

"So big and hard..." Vengir whispered, sniffing the majestic breeder. "...And so desperate to be touched..."

The dragon's own erection twitched violently as Vengir had great trouble restraining himself from immediately going down on his student, his long maw already salivating profusely at the prospect of getting filled with young cock. Under normal circumstances, Vengir would gladly allow a male like Axton to have his way with his mouth anytime, anywhere.

"No, no... Take it slow... Make him addicted to you..." The crouching dragon took a deep breath and licked the dangling drop of pre from the trembling bovine's tip. Axton gasped and his entire member jumped as if it was practicing how to ejaculate.

"By the Mytirri, this kid is about to pop isn't he...?"

Vengir attempted to keep his excited breath in check as he cracked open his maw and extended his long and slithery reptile tongue out from between his lips. Even though Axton's eyes remained hidden behind his hair, Vengir was able to feel the bull's desperate gaze on the tip of his tongue as he wriggled it closer to the virgin bulldick, the impressive taste muscle lovingly coiling around the rigid young shaft while both males trembled from satisfaction.

"Fuck! Does a young cock taste good!" Vengir's eyelids twitched with sheer pleasure and he blew some smoke out of his nostrils like dragons often did when they were satisfied. "How long has it been since I last enjoyed myself a nice, fat cock...? Has it already been a decade?"

Lost in reminiscing about his last time satisfying a fellow male, Vengir allowed his arousal to take the helm and pushed his scaly maw over Axton's meat, wrapping his tongue around nearly the entire length of the cow impregnation organ of his student. The virgin bovine was left gasping with arousal and confusion as his master went into autopilot and began pleasuring the inexperienced bison with his mouth.

The glimmering eyes of Vengir stared somewhere far into the distance as he sealed his lips around the base of Axton's bovine beam, suddenly feeling a whole thirty years younger as he literally got a taste of his old habits from back then. Bumping his nose into the fur at the bottom of the vigorous bison shaft, the old dragon greedily inhaled the exciting, young scent of an aroused male bovine. Making his long reptile taster go to work, Vengir carefully cradled Axton's big bovine balls in his scaly hands while ravenously deepthroating the gasping youngster.

The firmness, the shape. Axton's cock was just perfect to fill up a dragon's maw. The burly young male began to moan as Vengir started dragging his smooth, moistened lips along the bison's virility.

Suckling on the girthy pole of his student brought Vengir back to his days as an adventurer, when he used to get up to all sorts of mischief like this. Both his mouth and tailhole had gotten plenty of use back in those days. He remembered once sucking off a feral horse after losing a bet, having properly made out with the dick of his own mount in front of his comrades. His party had dubbed him 'the stallion satisfier' after that, and if the dragon got drunk enough and was dared to, he'd re-enact his stunt, sometimes in front of a bigger crowd.

Axton's male equipment bore a strange resemblance to the tool of a stallion, being equally meaty as the equine cock the dragon sorcerer was acquainted with, even tasting somewhat similar to the old reptile's experienced tongue. In addition, the young male was armed with balls as big as one would find on your average draft horse, equally firm and heavy to the testes of a real breeding stud. Such genitals were outright made for bringing males and females alike to their knees.

"Hung as a horse at nineteen..." Vengir thought as milked the bovine phallus with his tongue in a rapid rhythm. "Once he's twenty-three he'll be big enough to out-male a feral dragon..."

The thought of a bigger, more adult Axton sent a lightning bolt of arousal through Vengir's scaly torso and prompted him to again go full deepthroat on his adolescent partner, who was completely lost within his desires, receiving such exquisite head for his first time.

"Fuck! I already want him to breed me..." Vengir continued to aggressively undulate his head over the shy bovine's girthy pole of lust, lovingly kneading his balls in his hands whilst inhaling his lungs full of the young male's erotic scent, the reptilian cock between his legs harder than diamond. Fully embracing his true, slutty self, the green dragon slowly closed his eyes and began fantasizing about Axton's drawings, the ones where the handsome bull had ploughed him like a dragoness in distress. He already craved the big bisoncock inside his tailhole so much.

Vengir was so absorbed by his immodest desires that he didn't even notice Axton being close to climax, the bull's first orgasm only revealed to him once the calves began splashing down his throat. The tumescent bovine thruster attempted to jump inside Vengir's maw, throbbing with wild, youthful energy as it blasted the thick bull sperm down the dragon's gullet. The lieutenant's son voiced a strikingly deep, bovine-esque 'moo' from his throat as he came into his master's mouth, the loud vocalization of pleasure echoing around the classroom while even more calves were expelled from the big bovine throat swab.

Tendrils of smoke began snaking up from Vengir's flaring nostrils, occasionally being released in a more voluminous puff whenever the potent bison cum splashed onto the dragon's tongue. This was it. The sweet male essence Vingir hadn't tasted in years. Even after all this time, the raw, rambunctious aroma was able to elicit such desire and satisfaction within the mature reptile. Vengir happily swallowed each and every drop Axton was creaming his muzzle with, even using his magic to draw every last drop of the bovine load out of his urethra. In the end, he was able to enjoy a good two mouthfuls of pent-up nineteen-year-old jizz.

Vengir observed Axton clenching his hands into fists while he slowly opened up his own jaws and released his tongue from the panting bovine's thick shaft. The young buffalo was still blushing, understandably feeling a mixture of shame, regret, and embarrassment after his first proper sexual experience. Ah, even though it had been decades already, Vengir could so well relate to the feelings of his student as the memory of getting one's dick sucked for the first time was near impossible to forget. The bittersweet feeling of being brought down from such divine bliss and having to face the often grim reality. Witnessing it in a male as young as Axton was strangely erotic.

"...To think I was the first one to have the privilege of tasting such a huge, virile cock. You held it in much longer than I thought you would." Vengir sighed and kissed the side of Axton's shaft, purposefully talking up the inexperienced male to make him feel better. And it seemed to work. "I should send a thank-you letter to Lieutenant Redrick... For siring a son with such an impressive malehood..." Vengir continued, switching up to a slightly more teasing tone, eagerly licking the masculine shape of Axton's dick.

"If I can't have this in my tail soon I'll go crazy..." Both Vengir's cock and tailhole were aching the more he stared and licked Axton's erect calf-maker.

"Oh~!" The extremely aroused dragon gasped as the girthy male rod abruptly jumped from his touch. "Still full of energy, I see..."

Remaining composed and dignified only through sheer mental effort, the horn-headed sorcerer stood up in front of the tall young bison, trying yet again in vain to meet the younger animal's gaze from amidst the dark locks of bovine hair draping over the bull's forehead. The chest of Axton's moss tunic was heaving rapidly as was Vengir's bare, scaly chest, each breathing in the scent of sex floating rich within the stillness of the classroom. The air between the two males was filled with anticipation, neither the master nor his student yet fully satisfied from the oral sex alone, evidenced by the two robust erections nearly rubbing against each other with how close the two were standing to one another. Both of them still desired something more.

Being the older, more experienced one, Vengir decided to take the lead and turned around on his feet, momentarily presenting the young bison with his breedable, scaly backside. But that was only for a few short seconds of teasing, as the mature dragon swiftly stepped out of the reach of Axton's erect bull poker, parading himself over to his desk all the while tracing the tip of his tail along the bison's muscular thighs, gently cupping both his scrotum and shaft with his scaly rudder in his wake. This assured that the young male's attention would remain where Vengir desired it.

Casting his best set of bedroom eyes over his left shoulder, the naked dragon swiped a few books and scrolls off the decorated cedar counter, coated with gold-embroidered, purple velvet, before leaning the whole length of his toned torso over it. Vengir could feel Axton's eyes on his posterior as he slowly curled up his tail to yet again present himself to the horny youngster, shivering from his own, slutty titillation and the attention he received for it. The thrill of presenting oneself to be bred was unparalleled and Vengir had personally found it quite addicting. He enjoyed it so much that sometimes he wondered if he should have been an erotic dancer rather than a court sage.

Axton had his eyes nailed to Vengir's big dragon behind, but the shy bison was hesitating, suddenly being presented with a scenario from his wildest fantasies. Poor thing was probably wondering if he had fallen asleep during class and this was all just his imagination.

"Shit! I can't wait anymore!" Vengir released a frustrated puff of smoke from his maw and deftly rolled over onto his back, lifting his shapely legs towards the ceiling with some assistance from his hands. The horny reptile then squiggled his tail up from the floor and used its tip to spread out his scaly cheeks in an attempt to appear even more breedable than before. He was now in the kind of position that even a five-foot-tall mouse wouldn't hesitate to come over and breed the submissive fire-breather.

Axton still remained frozen on his hooves, although his erection promptly jumped and squirted out a rope of pre.

"...Wasn't one of your drawings something like this?" Vengir whispered. "Fucking your teacher on top of his desk?"

It sounded so deliciously taboo.

Just saying it out loud did seem to have an immediate effect on the apprehensive bovine. Finally, at his wit's end, Axton took a pair of shaky steps towards his teacher and Vengir could feel his entrance contracting with each wobble of the big, dark bison cock. A rope of pre drooled down from the tip of Vengir's member.

"Let's see the rest of him too, shall we?" Vengir muttered some words of the arcane and Axton's tunic, loincloth, bracelets and even the small golden rings on his horns disappeared from his body, appearing in a neatly-folded pile on a nearby desk behind the surprised bovine.

"By the council is he hot! I wonder if the Lieutenant himself was such a stud in his youth..." Vengir sighed in his mind, unashamedly ogling at the bulging muscles of a young warrior on Axton's body. He was exactly like one of those nude statues carved out of dark marble often found in the southern kingdoms, just as picturesque and detailed. The only difference was that this 'statue' was far from flaccid like they usually were.

Vengir could feel his guts cramping the closer the nervous bovine got to his rear end, his entire colon hungry to get its first, real filling in years. Naturally, the crafty sage did have his own tools to provide stimulation to his tailhole, but finding a live, willing partner to do the same was incredibly arduous inside the castle walls. Modern royals were so damn fond of their precious etiquette and shunned any kind of debauchery, their prudishness naturally reflected in their staff and the entire royal court. Even the guards were uncharacteristically resistant to seduction and sexual propositions. It really wasn't the place for a slutty old dragon like Vengir. His tailhole had been untouched for quite some time, but now it was about to deflower a huge, young bison dick and it couldn't wait.

The lusty reptile heard Axton swallow, the tall nineteen-year-old finally stepping in front of him, panting, nervous, and as hard as mithril tempered in dragonfire. His bovine pride was only a few inches away from Vengir's scaly cleft.

Quickly picking up on his inexperienced partner's detectable nervousness, Vengir used his limber tail to gently guide Axton's burly arms onto both sides of his body, offering the anxious male a reassuring smile as he made him lean over the desk. The two were now close, just like lovers having their first night, muzzles nearly locked to one another. The hot pole of bovine beef was pressed up against Vengir's crease, its warmth already caressing the old sorcerer's tailhole.

"M-master Vengir... I-"

"Please... No need to call me master..." The older male cut the bison off. "You'd be much more correct in calling me your bitch..."

Axton shivered as the last word got hissed out from between Vengir's lips.

"You should show some confidence, especially with a body like yours... Dirty old reptiles like me really like that." Vengir continued, curling his tail around Axton's left thigh while flicking his furry snout with his tongue. "Come on... Fuck me as you did in your drawings... Make me do the faces you drew me doing in those pictures."

Vengir yanked the speechless bison closer with his tail, feeling the pleasantly invasive presence of another male against his hole. "Breed me..."

The small, sultry speech performed by the wanton dragon was enough to dissipate the hesitation and anxiety from the virgin bull's furry head, only leaving behind the lust a nineteen-year-old was unable to handle. The robust 'moo' of a big bovine shook the classroom once again as Axton aired his pleasure, ramming his fifteen-inch cow-cunt-stretcher inside his master's tailhole.

Vengir was nearly seeing stars as Axton's young hips slammed against his backside, his scaly muzzle warped into a sleazy grin of satisfaction as the mind-numbing pleasure electrified his whole body at once. This was the feeling that drove Vengir. The sensation of taking on the animalistic desires of a fellow male, being able to feel them throb and twitch, feel their hot breath on his neck and hear them moan out with lust, lust for his body. This was the very moment that always made Vengir feel like he was the same, promiscuous hatchling he had been near four decades ago. So full of life, ambition, and desire, having sex with males all over the kingdom just because he could.

It felt incredible.

The sturdy desk the dragon was resting on began rocking as Axton got his heavy bovine hips moving properly, hilting the slutty scalie that was his master with every single thrust, already breeding like a venerated stud. His movements, although slightly crude and irregular, were deliciously aggressive and ruthless in their own right, Axton finally acting like a male his size should, especially during mating. Vengir tightened his tail around the bison's leg each time his colon took on the big bovine battering ram, letting his tongue hang out from between his jaws as he was finally fucked just as a lewd dragon like him deserved. And by a male one-third of his age. It was all so temptingly dirty, and the dragon loved it.

"That's it! Show that slutty tailhole who's the boss! Turn me into your bitch!" Vengir eagerly coaxed his student, holding onto the rattling side of his desk as he got pounded by the mating bull.

Axton was incredibly energetic, only speeding up further and further with his harsh and erratic style of mating, coincidentally hitting just the right spots within Vengir's hungry dragon hole as he did. The mature scalie moaned and threw his head back, gazing at the upside-down view of the chalkboard while getting bred in his shitter like a female in ovulation. Getting mated so hard made the dragon reminisce when was the last time he got bred so thoroughly. He couldn't recall. His most recent partners had all been males in their forties. Taking on the pounding of a male straight out of puberty was a completely different beast. Younger males were so much superior after all. Only they could properly keep up with the extreme libido of a male dragon such as Vengir.

"Ahh~ Mate me like I'm your betrothed little maiden!" Vengir - a dragon with a good six feet of height and plenty of muscle - gasped, in that moment meaning every single word, gladly succumbing to be used for the younger male's pleasure.

"...It's your fault..."

Vengir flinched, both from surprise and from the fact that Axton hammered his member directly against his dragon prostate.

"...It's your fault for being such an erotic dragon... I could never stop thinking about you after class!" Axton huffed, his bovine nostrils flaring as he exhaled. "You had no idea how many boners I got during your lessons, drawing you into my notebook... How many times I jerked off behind the castle..."

Almost each and every word was driven into Vengir by a prostate-bullying thrust and a backside-battering slap of Axton's big bovine balls against his meaty dragon rump. The boy didn't even stutter. Was this really the same bison who had been quiet and shy during class? Who had hesitated to mount Vengir even after he offered himself up so sluttily?

"Y-you scaly bitch!"

Vengir moaned as the very back of his tailhole got a good helping of penile-induced stretch, sparks of pleasure tickling the muscles of his lower back. Yes. This was what a big bison should be like. Rough and dominant. Teaching even an older dragon his place. Someone who could enslave inferior males with his dick alone.

Axton wasn't quite there yet, but Vengir was sure he could train the youngster into a proper bully for sure. But that could wait, as now the old dragon really wanted to feel the bison's calves inside his colon. Vengir was dying to cum after waiting for so long to get mated.

The classroom continued to echo with the immodest sounds of salacious student-on-teacher sex as the two males climbed towards the peak of their animalistic desires, fully indulged in the wild pleasures of male-on-male mating. Vengir moaned as his tailpipe was filled with the hot, throbbing mass he desired the most, Axton producing all the sounds a rutting bull should during their first time mating.

"It's coming!" Vengir felt his rectal tunnel squirming as Axton's bovine fucker throbbed on the verge of climax, getting hotter and growing slightly in size as it got plunged into the quivering depths of the older reptile's anal walls. Wanting to make sure neither he nor his student would ever forget this shared debauchery of theirs, Vengir cast a spell both on himself and Axton, drastically increasing the sensitivity of both their bodies just as the incredible orgasm hit them both.

Vengir threw his head back again and released a colorful burst of flames from within his maw, achieving completion in quite the explosive fashion on all fronts. He came so hard it made him dizzy, his first ejaculation in ages being just as voluminous and eruptive as one might have expected. Dozens of enthusiastic ropes of dragon cum leaped out from the tip of his reptilian member, blasting across his chest, neck, and muzzle, some nearly reaching the chalkboard with how much force they exited his urethra with. His cock had become one big fountain of pent-up dragon jizz, all of his male essence getting squeezed out from his churning gonads by the extreme pleasure of getting bred like the bitch Vengir secretly was.

The dragon's entire colon was pulsing with the hot tower of bovine meat stuck inside its fleshy caress. The virgin dick stood no chance against Vengir's spell and Axton was forced to erupt and seed his teacher's tailhole until his balls were completely dry, his first round of real mating resulting in one monster of a load, even for a bigger male like himself. But being the slut that he was, Vengir gladly took in every single drop of the young bison's potent, bitch-breeding ejaculate, prolonging his own orgasm with all the depraved satisfaction he felt from the thick bull seed splashing against his insides.

And the entire time the two males came, Vengir's ears were unable to hear anything else but Axton's baritone 'moo' echoing around him.

Vengir found himself staring at the large scorch mark on the chalkboard once he came back to his senses after a while. The aftermath of his wild excitement stared back at him in charred wood and glowing embers, the scent of something burning floating in the air around the big cedar desk. Axton's big, throbbing presence was still a good foot deep inside his hole, and the satisfied sorcerer was happy to appreciate the firm sensation of it, even whilst no longer controlled by his lust. It, and the healthy load of bison cum, were nice reminders about the reality that he had actually had sex with his student, and it wasn't all just an illusion or a lewd daydream.

Craning up his neck, Vengir found the flustered face of his student staring back at him, the rough, dominant bull from before gone completely, Axton having receded back into his shy, nervous self. Feeling a strange rush of sympathy and paternal instinct, Vengir smiled and gave the young bison a passionate kiss to reassure the furry male that he had done well. The poor calf was bound to be nervous after his first time.

"...S-s-s-should I... p-pull out?" Axton stuttered.

"I think that would be the best course of action, yes..." Vengir chuckled, himself going back to his teacher-mode with his well-structured sentences and more respectable vocabulary.

As the timid bison began his pullout, Vengir swished his left hand whilst pouring some mana into it, a page of parchment and a quill promptly floating out of the drawers of his desk. Axton stopped immediately.

"Oho~ Don't mind me, young one. Feel completely free to keep going." Vengir chuckled continuing to motion with his left hand, the large quill starting to write text onto the page of parchment.

Vengir silently enjoyed every single second of the adolescent male's pullout, clenching his hole around the fat slab of bull beef to make Axton work for it. Feeling mighty mischievous, he even made sure to moan as wantonly as he could manage as Axton pulled out, just to tease the shy bovine some more. The well-mated dragon tailhole promptly began dripping with the younger male's seed, but Vengir didn't mind it one bit and finished writing his letter whilst basking in the awkward gaze of the student who had made him look like this.

"....Theeeeere we go~!" Vengir eventually sighed, the floating quill dropping lifeless on the top of the dragon's desk, the horn-headed reptile deftly kicking himself back onto his own two feet.

Axton was already dressing up, slipping into his decorated tunic, covering his toned chest and abdominal muscles from Vengir's lusty gaze. Sighing wistfully, Vengir cast a spell and snapped his fingers, successfully cleaning up both Axton's and his own cum from the classroom by simply transporting it elsewhere. That elsewhere being a special vial in his chambers. The now clean dragon then cast another spell, the robes which he had 'burned' emerging from the same blue flames to cover his body.

Observing Axton put the golden bracelets onto his wrists and re-decorate his horns with the rings made of the same metal, Vengir flicked his fingers, and the letter he had written floated onto his palm. He promptly folded the piece of parchment and used a small flame to draw his insignia onto the back of it.

"Here's a letter to your father," Vengir said as he handed the folded paper to Axton along with his notebook. "...I've informed him that I have accepted you as my apprentice and you'll be receiving private tutoring from me in my chambers in addition to your regular lessons."

Vengir smiled while Axton was left speechless.

"That is, of course... If you'll have an older dragon like me..."

Now the young bison nodded his head without hesitation.

"Great! Then, I'll be seeing you tomorrow for your tutoring. I'm sure you know where my chamber is."

Axton nodded again.

"Excellent! Until tomorrow, young master Redrick..."

Vengir kept his yellow reptilian eyes on the handsome bovine as he walked his way to the door of the classroom.

"Make sure to bring your notebook along.... I'm sure we'll find something inspiring for you to capture with the quill..." Vengir cast a devious smile at his new apprentice before he stepped out of the door while blushing up to his horns.