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Special thanks to meheggs for helping me make this piece much more intimate, and warboytwo for some proof reading.

This story contains large amounts of sex between feral dragons involving a human.

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A soft sigh of relief fell from Zaro's lips as the young man slowly opened his eyes to the cool morning sky. As a nineteen-year old forager living in the Leuranian Wilds he was no stranger to waking up with little but his bow, hunting dagger and pack as his only possessions. Years of living in a hard-working village had left him with little time for himself; constantly out in the forests hunting fresh game to support himself. Both of his parents had succumbed to the perils of illness, leaving him locked in a daily battle to survive with total self-sufficiency. Still, as the first rays of dawn broke through the canopy of lush green trees, he couldn't help but feel refreshed and invigorated, ready to tackle a whole new day. He reached over with a loud yawn and gripped his pack, sliding open the leather fastening and reaching inside. Closing his hand around a flask he drew it from the bag and uncapped the lid, taking a deep swig of the cool stream water he had collected the previous day.

Wiping his lips he placed the flask back inside his pack, refastened it and slowly worked his way into a standing position. Looking down at the grass he has used for a bed, he smiled and swung the pack over his shoulder.

"At least it wasn't jagged rocks this time," he muttered to himself, remembering the night he had slept at the edge of the mountains... quite uncomfortably. He slung his bow over his body and tied the dagger and its holder back to his tunic. Once he was sure everything was in its proper place, he looked out into the forest, seeing the outline of the mountains in the distance looming impressively over the trees. He had never been able to venture too far into those rocky cliffs; the amount of bears, snakes and other vicious predators made the area almost impossible to safely navigate. Today, however, he would be heading in that direction, eager to find himself a large meal to satisfy his appetite.

As he set off his mind filled with thoughts of a large meaty lunch; having fed on rabbits and the occasional deer over the past few weeks the thought of something substantial was highly enticing. During what little free time he found himself in between foraging for food, water and shelter, Zaro was a keen scholar. Having seen the ways in which the nobles were always of a higher education than the peasants, his toilsome life was speckled with the hope of a brighter, easier future. Each night he browsed through the book in his pack, The Dangers and Desires of the Draconic Deities', in order to improve his literacy and reach a level of understanding where he may be accepted as a man of intellect and wit. The book was one of the few he had found during his time in the village, given to him by an old healer by the name of Meredith. He read any books he could find, but this one was of particular interest. It detailed the lives of dragons and their habits, yet was quite incomplete in its contents.

Not much was known about them, as humans were generally unable to get close to them without losing limb or life in the process. Despite its shortcomings, Zaro poured over the dirty old tome with great interest each night, practicing its complex, lengthy words and phrases in the hopes of becoming a worthy scholar. That was for the night, however; at present his mind lingered solely on the potential meal he could surprise with his trusty bow. His stomach growled angrily in protest at the lack of a decent meal to digest, and the young man sympathized with it greatly. The large mountains ahead seemed to loom ever closer - almost threateningly so - as the eager hunter looked for signs of prey. The absence of heavy fog or rain made it much easier for him to locate a trail, as within half an hour he found himself kneeling down over a freshly snapped branch, surrounded by recently stamped footprints.

"Gotcha," he whispered under his breath, looking in the direction the prints would take him.

He moved swiftly yet silently through the trees until they slowly thinned out into a clearing. Zaro recognized the place, having had a suspicion that the trail would lead him to the nearby lake. It was where most of the larger wildlife tended to gather, as it was the most reliable source of fresh water around. The area was mostly clear, yet he could spy a few animals located on the opposite bank, a few hundred feet away. The mountainous cliff faces loomed overhead as he slowly made his way around edges of the tree line, careful to stay out of side of potential prey, and possibly dangerous predators. In this environment, one could turn from hunter to hunted in a very short space of time. As he stealthily slid through the trees he slowly unhooked his bow from his body, holding it down low as he reached over his shoulder for an arrow. A large deer caught his eye, its face against the cool water as it sought out a cool drink; potentially its last.

Nocking the arrow he crouched down low behind a forked tree, quickly checking the area for any possible distractions, interruptions or threats. Seeing none, he raised his bow quietly and pulled back gently, placing tension on the string as it bent back. He was in no hurry; the impatient hunter was the hungry hunter, or so he had taught himself. Bringing it up to eye level he pulled tightly on the string, his fingers trained from years of practice to send an arrow true to its target. Tonight he would be having a nice meal indeed, that was for sure. Taking a deep breath he sent the arrow flying with a loud twang, watching it whistle through the air towards its target.

WHAM!

The arrow was suddenly lost from view as a huge shape landed right behind the deer he had been hunting. With a start Zaro fell back behind the tree, his view obscured.

Whatever it was that had landed slowly came to a rest, the huge noises receding until only a dull rumbling remained. His first thought was a landslide, but there were no cliffs for at least another half mile from the lake. Slowly putting his bow away and drawing his dagger, the young man slowly peered from behind the thick tree trunk, his eyes widening as he saw what had interrupted his kill.

It was... a dragon! He couldn't believe it, a real dragon! His mouth fell open in pure shock, but he somehow managed to keep himself silent as he observed from his hiding spot. The massive beast was easily twice his height, and five times as long; more than enough to kill him in a heartbeat. He found himself sheathing his dagger; it would serve him no use against something this size. His initial shock at seeing one of these fabled beasts quickly faded as the realities of the encounter set in, and he watched at the deer he had been planning on making his dinner quickly became the dragon's lunch.

He could only stare in awe at the sight before him, and felt a sense of deep fear come over him. One wrong move and he could take the place of the unfortunate deer with ease. The beast seemed only interested in its meal, folding its huge leathery wings into its body as it tore into the fresh meat. Zaro's mind flashed back to all the things he had been reading; their eating habits, their appearance, their abilities. Everything seemed accurate, which led him to believe that he should remain as quiet as possible; it was not a fight he could ever hope to win. The oversized reptile finished its meal quickly, walking over to the water and peering in. The young man watched in slight amazement as the beast dipped its head under the surface, washing the blood from its face. He knew they were sentient from the stories, but the act still surprised him. He could see that the dragon was coated in rippling blue scales and had large, powerful limbs that could easily even the toughest bears with a single motion.

Satisfied that it was clean, the dragon slowly lifted its head and looked out over the lake. All the other animals were nowhere to be seen, having wisely relocated to avoid the fate of the deer. Zaro had no such chance; his tree was the only cover for a few meters, and would surely be seen if he tried to make a run for it. Instead he pressed his body against the thick trunk, doing his best to avoid detection. The dragon seemed content to simply stay there and absorb the sunlight into its impressive body, the scales glittering brightly as it scanned the surroundings. The young human was fairly sure he would not be spotted, but he remained dead still just in case. Finally, as if deciding there was little else to do, the dragon turned and took off with a powerful beat of its wings, flying off back towards the mountains in the distance. Zaro wondered briefly if that's where it lived, before finally releasing his hold on the tree-trunk and slumping to the ground.

"That was close," he muttered to himself, his brain still trying to comprehend what he had seen. It was a dragon! He had read about them for ages, and now he had seen one up close, and it had terrified him. Still, he counted himself lucky to survive such an encounter by remaining unseen. Gathering his wits and belongings he slowly got back to his feet and dusted himself off. He looked back towards the mountains, his mind suddenly filling with one insane, dangerous thought.

If I could find one, and find out something about them... I would be hailed as a courageous hero, or even more... I could become a noble...

His thoughts slowly turned in his mind until he became consumed with a powerful desire to prove himself, to prove his worth to those who had thought of him as a lowly hunter. He was sure he could do it, stalking a dragon would be no different than stalking a lion, surely? Just remain really quiet.

Looking towards the mountains he tried to see the top but struggled in the bright sunlight. Perhaps the dragon had been living there for years, and he had never seen it. Regardless, his curiosity had been triggered; he would seek out this dragon and find out something which he could bring back to finally make a name for himself. Looking down at his bow and dagger he could see no use in the weapons; if he was caught they would barely leave a scratch on something so powerful. Still, it could help fend off attacks from the lions and bears which were occasionally caught roaming the mountainous regions.

"Alright," he told himself, pumping himself up, "let's do this, be brave." With that he stepped out from behind the tree and into the sunlight, looking into the forest ahead for a suitable path. Later he would wonder why he hadn't looked up, as the last thing he saw before blacking out was a large shadow cast over the ground accompanied by an impact to the back of the head.

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Zaro released a loud groan of confusion as he slowly returned to consciousness, his mind failing to get a grip on reality as fast as he would have hoped. He tried to open his eyes and found his vision blurred, unable to see anything but small sparkles of light before him. As he came to bit by bit he could feel his limbs again, and a dull throbbing in the back of his skull. His eyes slowly adjusted and he quickly realized he was not in the same location he had been in before... whatever it was that had happened.

I've been kidnapped, he thought wildly, his mind focusing on that one little detail and regaining full function. He could see that he was in a cave, somewhere, much like the bandits were supposed to live in. Yet... for some reason he did not feel like it had been the bandits; they were prone to killing anyone who interfered with their raiding and stealing.

What is going on? he thought, trying to slowly work his way into a standing position.

Once onto his feet, albeit shakily, he rubbed the back of his head and looked around. He was in a small alcove, and the light seemed to be shining in only a short distance away. He looked back down and realized that his pack was not with him; whoever had brought him here had either stolen his belongings or had left them behind. This made Zaro worried, as he was in a lot of trouble without them. The dagger had even been taken from his waist, which left him even more vulnerable. He quickly pressed himself against the wall of the cave, as it was possible that whoever had brought him here was still nearby, and hostile. Silently he snuck towards the light at the end of the cave, expecting to have to make a serious run for it once he reached the daylight. It suddenly crossed his mind how strange it had been to leave him unshackled; surely whoever had taken him wouldn't have wanted to give him any chance to escape. That in mind, he fully expected to encounter some form of trap.

He was right, but not in the way he had thought. Turning the corner he found himself face-to-face with a sight he had not expected to see. Before him lay miles of forest, or in actual fact, below him; his feet resting mere inches away from a drop which seemed to stretch for miles beneath him. He clutched the wall of the cave in fear of the awe-inspiring fall to his death which waited merely a single wrong-footstep away.

I'm... in the mountains... at the top of the cliffs...

That thought alone send his mind into a spin; how on earth had he ever gotten up here? How had someone brought him up this high. Then, slowly, he remembered the dark shadow overhead before his blackout, and it dawned on him what might have happened. With a deep gulp of air he took a step away from the edge and turned to come eye-to-eye with a creature he had being doing his utmost to avoid.

No words could have expressed his shock and fear greater than the expression of pure terror upon the face of the poor human as he stared into the dark blue eyes of the dragon before him. His breath caught in his chest and his limbs failed to function as the pair eyed each other in silence, the beast scrutinizing him with an expression similar to one of a connoisseur scrutinizing a fine wine. This period of shock lasted a few moments before the dragon slowly took a step back and turned back towards the depths of the cave, down another branch. Zaro remained in a state of shock, clutching the stone walls for support as he wondered what the hell had just happened. His knees suddenly trembled and gave way, and he slumped to the ground against the wall. So many questions ran through his head that he couldn't think of which one to address first. A dragon! Why hadn't it killed him? Why had he been brought back here? Why had it left him alone just then?

His heart was racing, having gotten a lot closer to the dragon a lot quicker than he would have liked, he was at a loss for any information or thoughts to make sense of his situation. For now at least he was alive, a state he would rather keep himself in. Looking back to his left he could see the massive expanse of forest a long way below and he knew why had hadn't been chained up: this was a natural prison. To leave was to fall and die, that much he could tell. He sat there for a good few minutes, collecting his thoughts and figuring out what he was going to do, before finally realizing that he only had one option.

These dragons are sentient, he told himself, so I will go and speak to them. Maybe they... won't kill another sentient being. Trying to keep himself positive, as he was already nervous and scared as could be, he steeled himself and slowly got to his feet, his knees still trembling from the brief encounter with the dragon.

I must be nuts, he considered, walking into the depths of a dragon's lair. I only wanted to observe them, not meet them. With that he took his first step towards the darkness of the cave, away from the light. Judging by the size of the cave itself he estimated that it could easily stretch for a few hundred feet into the belly of the cliff, which intimidated him a little. The light faded behind him as he moved ever closer to the lair of the dragon, and he found himself looking around wildly, fearing an attack from the beast at any moment. He was unarmed and outmatched, and knew that he would most likely never make it out of the cave alive, a thought he did not cherish. It was almost pitch-black now, his hands slowly brushing the warm stone walls in order to ensure he was still making progress in the right direction. After what felt like an eternity Zaro thought he could spot a dim glow somewhere in the distance. His suspicion turned out to be accurate as he approached, seeing the flickering glow of an open flame.

He tried to keep as quiet as possible, hoping he could potentially scope out the place before being spotted, but he remembered from his readings that dragons had a sense of smell which put even the greatest tracking hounds to shame. His presence would have already been noted, that he knew, so he only hoped he could somehow reason or barter with the creature for his life to be spared. It was a hope he clung to dearly, for it was all he had. As he reached the corner he paused, unwilling to step into whatever lay in wait around the corner. Everything he had learnt about dragons told him that he was in a lot of danger merely being in the same forest, let alone the same cave as one. After a moment, he grit his teeth and slowly stepped out from behind the stone wall.

What he saw he had not been prepared for. Having expected to come to odds with one very hungry dragon, he was stunned to see not one, not two, not even three, but four of the beasts gazing his way.

Zaro immediately froze, his limbs once more preventing him from moving out of a combination of surprise and fear. Four sets of piercing eyes locked on to his motionless body, watching him with an unsettling gaze. The young human quickly tried to take in as much information as he could: the four dragons lying on the ground, the fire crackling brightly to the side... in fact, aside from that there was little else that adorned the cave itself. The presence of the dragons was enough to fill this place with wonder and intrigue, but Zaro would not let himself become complacent. He was suddenly caught off guard as one of the dragons spoke to him.

"Welcome to our den, human," it spoke, in a deep rumble which led him to believe that the creature was a male. The dragon which had spoken was the blue-tinted one from earlier, which he recognized with ease. Beside him lay a black dragon, a white dragon and, closer to the back, a crimson red one.

The beast's words made Zaro equally surprised and suspicious. The seemingly innocent greeting was tinged with a hint of something else, but whether it was threatening, scheming or something else entirely, he could not tell. Somehow managing to find his voice, he bravely attempted to make a suitable sentence.

"Who are you?" he asked foolishly, the first three words that popped into his mind. He kept himself well distanced from the quartet of reptilian quadrupeds, whilst trying not to seem rude. One wrong action could put him in a lot more danger than he was already potentially in. The black dragon chuckled softly, a rather menacing sound, and the white one scratched the stone floor idly. They seemed to be quite amused by his question.

"I am Saarthal," the white dragon informed him in a low, luscious voice.

"This is Veluin," he continued, pointing to the pitch black dragon to his left, before motioning to his right and adding, "and that is Raith. You can call us Saar and Vel if that is too complex for you to comprehend, and Raith is just Raith, no more, no less." The dragon let out a loud yawn, seemingly gauging the human's response to his words.

Motioning over his shoulder at the red dragon, he added, "and this is Bronx, but I wouldn't approach him if I were you. He can be temperamental at times." Zaro simply stood there, looking quite flabbergasted as the ludicrous nature of the situation. Why on earth was he having a casual, relaxed conversation with a group of dragons? Having gone from wanting to observe one to engaging in speech with one, he realized that he had little to do but play along and see what they wanted.

"What do they call you?" Veluin asked quietly, once more in a tone which was hard to measure. Zaro didn't reply for a moment, still rather stunned, before stammering out a short answer.

"I'm Zaro," he replied, trying not to sound as afraid as he felt. An awkward silence passed between them, and the young man felt increasingly uneasy and outclassed. None of the four seemed to be making any motions to kill him, so for now it seemed he was somewhat safe.

"Uh..." he tried to speak, managing to collect his wits enough to ask, "what... I mean... why did you bring me... here?" Raith looked at him and breathed a small ring of smoke, watching as it dissipated slowly.

"If you really want to know," the blue dragon informed him, "I thought someone here would be interested in consuming you, but we've found ourselves rather all full for now." It took a moment for the dragon's reply to process in his mind, but one it did, Zaro took a step back in fear.

"You were going to eat me!?" he stated rhetorically, beginning to one more worry for his life.

"Relax," Raith added, "we're not going to eat you now, so try not to make too much noise. It's unbecoming of you." This did not make the young human feel any more at ease, although he knew he had nowhere to run to even if he did try and escape.

Trying to act somewhat brave he asked, "so you're not going to... eat me later?" Raith chuckled and shook head.

"If one of us is hungry, then I see no reason why not." The dragon's words left Zaro in a state of despair; he wasn't going to make it, and he knew it.

"Please," he begged, "I'm sentient, like you. Couldn't you spare me? I'll hunt something else for you, or anything you want."

Saar, Vel and Raith all chuckled ominously, their rumbles echoing through the cave.

"What makes you different to any other prey?" Saar asked, "you're small, hairless, meaty and would definitely fill us up. You can talk... it means nothing to us, when you could be strengthening our bodies with your nutritious meat." Every word spoken left Zaro feeling disheartened; now that he was past the initial shock, talking with these dragons seemed to be a matter of life and death.

"Still," Vel interrupted, "we are not unreasonable. You hunt, we hunt, you were the predator, and now you are the prey. By all rights you should be filling one of our bellies right now. Since you are not, and are intelligent and useful, we will give you a chance. Convince us that humans are indeed worth more than a meal, and we shall spare you and refrain from hunting them ever again. You are the first we have ever caught, which may come as a surprise to you, and so this is new to us."

Zaro was surprised; he had thought dragons ate humans on a regular basis. Perhaps the book had been wrong after all in some regards.

"Yes," he agreed quickly, seeing a glimmer of hope, "I'll see what I can do for you. Thank you." He was doing his best to keep the beasts appeased; he did not want them to have any reason to make him lunch. His heart was still pumping furiously; their large size intimidated him greatly no matter how long he stared at them. He noticed the largest dragon, the crimson red one, had remained silent the whole time, eyeing him with deep, unreadable eyes. He quickly averted his gaze; that one seemed much more frightening than the others. He wondered what he could do for such powerful creatures that would make him more useful than food, and was worried by the severe lack of ideas that he could come up with. He had to do something for them; it would be bad for him if he didn't.

"Do not worry," Vel told him, "we will find something for you to do when the time is right. For now, you will talk with us, as you have little else to do and I for one wish to understand more about you. Company is rare these days; we are the only four dragons in this entire region." That news surprised Zaro greatly, but he tried to act unsurprised. Suddenly, the large dragon at the back, Bronx, slowly raised his head and looked over at the human. The other three dragons fell silent, and Zaro could tell that he was definitely the oldest and strongest of the three by their immediate reaction to his motion.

"Human," he growled, in a deep and powerful voice which made the young hunter's hair stand on end, "you will remain in this cave at all times, unless otherwise allowed by us. You will follow any orders that we see fit to give you, without complaint. You shall address us with respect, and if you fail to remain in favor with us, then we will dispose of you appropriately."

The way in which Bronx had said 'dispose of you' make Zaro tremble slightly, his mind imagining what that could entail. The other three dragons seemed surprised as well by the older dragon's words, but they too seemed to follow his will, and did not speak. The captured human realized that the dragon was basically making him their slave, with no free will of his own. He was well and truly their prisoner, until he had satisfied whatever they required from him.

"Bronx... sir," he added, feeling he should be as polite as possible, "I'm still a little confused, I've never met dragons before, and right now I don't really know what I can do, or should be doing. You've... kidnapped me, and now you want to control me?" The other dragons listened to his words intently, and Bronx slowly rose up, getting to his feet with a graceful motion. Zaro gulped as the dragon rose easily over twice his height; thick, powerful limbs outlining the crimson dragon's form.

"We hunted you," he replied in deep tones, "and we caught you. You are lucky to be alive, human, so do not disrespect our graciousness. In return for your life, which you are no longer entitled to as captured prey, you will be given a chance to serve our needs to make it worth your life back in exchange. Hear me well, human: we will grant you your life and freedom if you accept your place as our servant temporarily, and repay the debt owed to us for your value as food. Fail to do so, however, and I will not hesitate to send you to my stomach myself. Am I clear?" The dragon's words were so powerful that Zaro had a hard time trying not to step back in awe of the strength of the beast's voice. He nodded softly, feeling hard done by but at the same time recognizing his situation for what it was. He was extremely lucky to be alive, and needed to be worth more than food so he did not become it. That much was perfectly clear to him.

The red dragon slowly moved forward, stepping between Saar and Raith until he came to a stop right in front of Zaro's very uneasy form. The young hunter was quite scared, but he did his best to try and not flinch as he stared into the crimson-red chest of the massive winged reptile. Bronx was easily twice his height, and many hundreds of times more physically dominating. He could make out the intricate details on the dragon's body now; the impeccably perfect scales, the rippling muscles beneath... the power that this beast commanded was almost unimaginable. Bronx lowered his large head until it was merely inches away from Zaro's own, staring at him with large, intelligent eyes. Despite the fact he had been told he would not be killed, he was still terrified of the dragon and what it could do to him, especially at this close range. The dragon's heated breath rolled across his face, warming his cheeks and making him feel very meek. He knew he was being sized up, but for what he did not know.

Suddenly, Bronx opened his maw wide, his jaws stretching apart fearsomely as he released a loud roar. Zaro flinched as the incredibly loud sound filled his head and threatened to deafen him; the dragon's pungent breath making him wrinkle his nose. If the young hunter hadn't been scared enough already, now he was positively terrified. Once the noise had stopped, Zaro opened his eyes and found himself staring down into the abyss of the dragon's large throat. He felt like running but held firm, and tried not to think of what lay down that passage of no return. Slowly the dragon closed his maw and stared at the trembling figure before him, as if satisfied about something.

"You are afraid," Bronx growled in his low rumble of a voice, "this is to be expected. I will make this simple for you: obey us, and you shall live. Disobey, and that will be the last thing you see before you become my prey. I will say no more on the matter, your choices are clear."

With that, the large dragon slowly turned away and moved back to his original position behind the other dragons, lying down and curling up into a passive state, still watching the human carefully. Saar, Vel and Raith finally found their voices again, looking at Zaro with a renewed interest. Raith quickly stood and motioned for him to follow, and knowing that he was to obey, he quickly turned and made his way out of the main cave area. He took a quick glace back at Bronx, Vel and Saar as they watched him exit, and then quickly moved to follow the blue dragon to wherever it was leading him. They walked for a minute down the tunnel until they were back at the sheer-drop cliff exit of the cave, where Raith promptly turned and sat down, pointing at the ground next to him.

"Come," the winged reptile said softly, "sit here and look out with me." Doing as he was told, and not wanting to anger any of these creatures, he slowly sat down and looked out towards the forest below.

They sat in silence for many minutes, observing the birds fly nearby and the slow shifting of the trees in the distance. Zaro took the time to think over his situation, and everything that had happened. He was now nothing more than a slave to the dragons, until such time as they saw fit to either kill him or release him. He hoped for the latter, although he harbored the thought that they would most likely not let him go. Bronx definitely seemed to be the leader, as far as he could tell, and the others seemed to be subservient to him to some extent. For some reason, despite the fact it all felt really terrible, he did not feel a real animosity towards the dragons, rather a curiosity. Sure, they had kidnapped him and were forcing him to submit to them, but in all honesty he could see their point of view. He was prey, and he had been spared, which was probably more than he deserved. As a hunter himself, he could understand that point of view: the game he hunted did not get the same chance, so he counted himself lucky.

He was constantly aware of the dragon next to him, no matter how silent he was. It was hard not to notice them, and he was continuously nervous.

"Tell me," Raith spoke suddenly, "why do you believe you are superior to any other prey. I have heard of this trait amongst humans before from Bronx, and although we have never caught one before, the idea is... strange to me." Zaro looked up and saw the large head looking down at his own, and he realized the beast was dead serious. He was confused at first, unable to think of a decent reply, but tried his best.

"Well..." he began, "I... think that because we, humans that is, are sentient and can form more complex relationships than simple animals, that we are less suited to being hunted. I'm not really sure, to be honest. I guess it's because we consider ourselves more able to feel emotions than your average bear, but I'm not sure that would seem like a valid reason to you."

Raith was silent for a moment, pondering his words carefully.

"I see," he responded finally, "I cannot say I've ever given it thought; we are prey to no predator." Another short silence followed, Zaro doing his best to try and seem as intelligent as possible to persuade the dragon.

"You don't need to worry about Bronx," he told the human with a soft chuckle, "he just likes to throw his dominance around sometimes. If he wanted to eat you then you would not be speaking with me now." Unsure how to take that, Zaro simply nodded. He could make out the dragon's scales in great detail now, and the way the light shined brightly against them; it was mesmerizing in a way.

"What do you think of us?" Raith asked, a question the young hunter had not been expecting, "I am curious to know how a human sees us."

Zaro pondered than one for a short while, formulating a suitable response.

"You're scary," he admitted, "I thought for sure I was going to die when you appeared. I'm still not sure, to be honest with you." That left Raith quiet for a moment, the larger creature taking in what he had heard.

"I can see why," he noted, "you certainly are powerless in comparison to us." The remark made Zaro's pride sting a little, but he could see the truth in it.

"Listen," the dragon continued, "you have given me much to think about. We have never spoken to a human, and as such, I don't think any of us will bring you to harm as long as you respect Bronx. Personally I would have eaten you if it was not for that deer filling me up beforehand, but now I am not so sure. Do not take it as a sign of weakness though; I will discuss what you have said with the others."

Zaro nodded once more, wondering if he had truly made an impression on the mighty beast. Raith slowly stood and turned back towards the cave, looking back at him.

"You will sleep here," he told Zaro, pointing to the branched cave where he had awoken, "until we decide what to do with you. I shall return to my companions, and speak with them." He paused for a moment, and then slowly brought his head down and sniffed him quickly.

"I still think you'd be delicious," he whispered, and then turned and walked back down towards the other dragons, chuckling softly to himself. The whole encounter had left the young man very puzzled indeed: first he was kidnapped, then told he was not going to die, then threatened with servitude or death, followed by a relatively friendly conversation, then told he smelt delicious. The ups and downs were sending his mind into a spin, and he was so disoriented he had no idea what would happen.

Hopefully they find a job for me, he thought, so I can just do it and leave. These dragons - especially that Bronx one - are dangerous, and could easily kill me. He slowly walked back into the smaller section of the cave and sat down on the stone floor, realizing he would have to sleep without anything to lay upon but the cool stone. It wasn't going to be pleasant, but he'd slept on worse. Despite what had happened throughout the day, now that he knew he wasn't going to die he suddenly found himself wondering about the conversations he had just partaken in. Bronx was scary, sure, but Raith had been quite interesting, and he had glimpsed a raw, unadulterated look into the mind of one of the most secretive, legendary beings in existence. He realized he had just found his perfect opportunity to find out something about them: he could learn from them if he was to earn their trust by completing whatever task they set out for him to do to 'repay his life debt', as it were.

His mind heavy with thoughts, he lay down gently and tried to ease himself into sleep, which proved very difficult given the circumstances.

Tomorrow everything will become clear, he told himself, you will live, and you will learn. That in mind, he gradually drifted off into the void of dreams, images of dragons swirling around in his thoughts.

***

Zaro reclined gently against the cold stone walls, the first streaks of morning sunlight splashing the walls of the cave entrance. With a loud yawn he stretched out his limbs and got to his feet, shuffling over to the light with the intention of getting warm. He gripped the stone and sat down, his feet hanging dangerously over the edge as he squinted at the sudden brightness in his vision. A few moments passed before he could see properly, his eyes taking time to adjust from the darkness of the cave to the brilliant glare of the dawn sun. A quick thought of the dragons passed through his mind, but for now he ignored it, simply taking in the fresh air and trying not to think too hard about his predicament. He wondered if Bronx would have found anything for him to do for them that would repay his debt; hell, what would constitute the debt owed? He was literally buying his life back, what was his life worth to the dragons? What would be considered suitable repayment?

A short sigh escape his lips, and he scratched his chin softly, watching a bird swoop down in the distance. A longing for wings to simply fly away flashed through his head, the thought dissipating shortly after as reality took hold. It was eerily silent; the forest was yet to truly come alive at this hour of the morning, and the dragons did not seem to either be awake or wanting to talk to him. It was a good time to simply relax and try to keep a positive outlook.

"Human."

Zaro jumped in surprise, almost falling off the edge of the cliff as he spun around to face the black-scaled dragon Veluin, whom had somehow snuck up on him.

"How did you get there without me hearing you?" he asked quickly, and the dragon chuckled.

"You humans do not seem to be deaf, such poor hearing," Vel replied with a low chuckle.

Unsure what to say, Zaro slowly stood and faced the large creature with a curious expression.

"What did you want?" he asked suddenly, annoyed that his morning peace head been disturbed. He was suddenly regretful of his words, as the black dragon snarled at him with bared teeth.

"You will speak with respect to your masters," he reprimanded the cowering human, "Raith may have taken a liking to you, but I can see his belief that humans are polite and worthy of our respect was simply a mistake on his part. You want to know what I want, little human?" Zaro was backed against the cave wall, his foolishness realized as he had somehow become complacent around these lethal beasts. Vel raised his claw and slowly brushed it across the human's face, his hot breath making Zaro very afraid.

"What I want... is to feel you sliding around inside of my stomach, so do not tempt me."

The young hunter gulped and nodded in fear, unable to escape the dragon's gaze.

"You seem smart enough to be useful to us," he continued, "and as such Bronx has declared that you are to be spared, given the right respect and repayment. Maybe I am wrong, and Raith is right, but for now all I can see is a tasty meal that is just... begging to be consumed. Do not mistake out politeness for weakness; you have a chance from our own graciousness, do not waste it." Another nod quickly followed, and the claw was slowly lifted from his cheek.

"Join us in twenty minutes," Vel added, before turning back and returning to the darkness of the tunnel. Once he was out of sight, Zaro slowly slid to the floor, his body wracked with uncontrolled nervousness. That had been too close; he could not afford to become relaxed or complacent around such dangerous creatures. Their logic and customs were so foreign to him; it was difficult to appease them.

Twenty minutes... that must mean they had found something for him to do. As he had little to actually do in the meantime, he simply sat against the stone and stared out over the forest once more, trying to slow down his racing heart.

Bronx is scary, he pondered, but he seems to have all the power. Veluin is... scary too. Hell, they're all scary. Except maybe for Raith... he seemed to be reasonable. Still, there is no way that any of them are even remotely safe to be around. I don't even know how I'm still alive, and I should do my best to keep it that way.

He exhaled loudly, attempting to prevent his nervousness from getting the best of him. The minutes passed very quickly, and before he knew it he estimated twenty had passed. Gathering his courage he slowly rose and turned towards the dark tunnel, heading back into the heart of the mountain.

A minute later he was once again standing just outside the main chamber. They no doubt knew he was standing there, so he simply took a deep breath and stepped forward. As he entered he saw the four dragons sitting around various parts of the cave, basking in the fire which crackled with warmth and light. None of the legendary beasts seemed in any particular rush, and so he waited for one of them to say something.

He didn't have to wait long; Bronx looking over at him and ordering him to "come closer." Zaro obeyed instantly, moving towards the center of the room and stopping when he was in between all four dragons. A calm expression on his face, the young huntsman remained quiet, not wishing to say something foolish as he had before. It smelt strongly in this area; the scent of grown male dragons was certainly as powerful as their physical bodies.

"Human," Bronx growled in that dangerously low rumble of a voice, "Raith has spoken of your beliefs of superiority over other, insentient beings." It was not a question, merely a statement, but the dragon let it hang for a moment nonetheless. Zaro swallowed, unsure what to do or expect.

Scratching the stone with his large fore claw, the dragon continued, "We have not found any suitable task for you to carry out that we ourselves could not do, at least in the matters of physical labor. However... these beliefs of yours... your supposed 'intellect' and 'emotions', are shared by us dragons as well. We live many times longer than you, and have far greater intelligence than you could hope to possess in a single lifetime. That would make you a 'lesser creature', would it not?" Zaro had no idea what to say, but his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. What could he say in reply that would appease them? Hell, was what they were saying true?

His thoughts were interrupted as the great dragon added, "This had led us to think of something else, a way to repay your debt to us, and to learn a few good values along the way. I have a good feeling that this will be enough to change even your most deep-seated feelings of superiority." That didn't sound good, or so Zaro thought. What on earth were they planning for him? A small silence hung over the cave for a few long moments, leaving the nervous human to worry about what they were going to do to him.

"You're not going to kill me are you?" he asked, and Bronx shook his massive head.

"Killing you would defeat the purpose," the large dragon replied, "what you need... is an education in the ways of humility." Both Veluin and Saarthal chuckled darkly and Zaro felt very, very uneasy. He did not say anything however, and watched as Bronx moved closer him. Once again he was within claws-reach of the terrifying predator, and couldn't move at all.

"We neglected to mention one thing when we brought you here," the crimson scaled reptile informed him in a draconic, rumbling whisper, "you see, with the four of us living together in this cave, and no other dragons around for many long miles, we discovered that we require our more... primal instincts to be satisfied on a regular basis. Do you see what I am saying, human?" Zaro was thoroughly confused, and shook his head slowly.

"I don't," he said, "I don't understand." Vel and Saar once again exchanged quiet snickers between themselves.

"Oh, you will understand," Bronx revealed, "you see, to be blunt with you human, there is a lack of female dragons in proximity to our cave. This lack of suitable mates has led us to find our own ways of relief to the stresses of being a proud male dragon... that is to say, we mate with each other."

Those words took a few moments to process through Zaro's brain, but once that slowly sunk in he could not help his mouth falling open in shock. He was simply stunned; what on earth could he say to that?

I can't believe it, he thought rapidly, I've been captured by... gay dragons? Is that even possible? I... that's so insane I can't even believe it... what does that mean for...

What does that mean for me?

That thought suddenly brought his entire attention into a focused point. What reason would they have for telling him this... news... unless...

"You're... not... going to... rape me... are you?" he stammered, realizing that everything he had heard up until that point was indicating this eventuality. Surely they would not do something so vile... so... unnatural with him.

"Oh no," Bronx told him, "not for long. We're going to teach you the ultimate form of submission to a greater power. By the time we are finished with you, you will be begging to become our mate." Zaro could not believe any of what he was hearing; it almost seemed like some twisted nightmare.

"I won't... ever want to do anything like... that, with you," he retaliated, thinking of fleeing but remembering his options were limited.

"Yes you will," Veluin contributed, "because if you do not, we will eat you. It's your choice." That gave the disgusted hunter reason to pause. A choice between his life or... whatever disturbing, unnatural acts the dragon wanted to do to him. Their size alone left him scared; he could easily be injured by one of them. He almost felt like yelling out that he would rather die, but the sight of the dragon's rumbling gut in front of him made him think twice about such a hasty decision.

"Like it or not," Bronx said in a dominant tone, "you are going to learn to feel insignificant. You are going to become our personal group breeding toy, and once we are finished with you, you will be free to leave and continue your life." Despite being offered his freedom, Zaro did not for one second believe that he would ever be able to undergo such a... disgusting routine to secure his life. How could he have gone from a simple hunter to... the sex toy of a bunch of gay, horny dragons? What on earth had he done to deserve such a punishment?

"But I'm not a dragon," he argued, trying to find some way out of it, "I'm not going to be able to do... that kind of thing with you. Don't you feel any shame about this?" That made Bronx chuckle softly.

"Shame? There is no wrong in mating, nothing to be ashamed of. This is something you must learn; your petty beliefs restrain you. You are small, but we can still use you for our pleasure."

Zaro didn't know what to say, or what to do, he simply stood in place and tried furiously to think of something he could say. How could they be talking about something like this... sex, no less, so casually? Unless... it was a ploy, a trick, and he was just playing right into their hands.

"I don't believe you," he spat finally, "I think you're just trying to scare me. You've had all these chances to kill me, to eat me, to do anything you want. Yet now you decide that you would strip me of all my dignity by making me do... unspeakable things with you? I call your bluff; I think you're just trying to scare me, to make me less likely to tell my fellow humans about you, so that you'll be left in peace after I leave. You might be big, threatening and intimidating, but I just think you just exploit it, that it's all an exaggerated act to scare off any potential threats or disturbances. If you really are as horrible as you make yourself out to be, then eat me and be done with it, otherwise let me go."

A long, uncomfortable silence fell over the cave, with Zaro standing in the middle of the dragons with a slightly triumphant look in his eye. He had felt scared before, but now he felt like he had been made a fool of, but had overcome his shortsightedness. Dragons having sex with humans... he couldn't believe he had thought he was going to be raped. He looked at them slowly, their expressions remaining almost unreadable, and he was sure he had called their bluff and were silently formulating a response to fool him once again. They were predators, sure, but he did not believe that they would sink so low as to... do that with him. Hopefully once he finally got them to give up their little game, they would finally leave him be so he could return to his village. He waited silently, believing he was prepared for whatever they would try to say next to regain control of the situation.

He was definitely not prepared.

The silence was becoming almost unbearable when Veluin slowly stood, shaking his leathery wings before tucking them into his body. Zaro watched as the black dragon slowly stepped forward towards me, and felt quite nervous indeed. A quick glance was exchanged between Bronx and Vel, whereby the crimson red dragon gave a curt nod. The smaller human suddenly realized he had made a very big mistake, a very big mistake indeed. He did not get long to dwell on that realization as the huge dragon moved faster than he could react, lifting him off the ground and pinning him to the warm stone platform directly to Saarthal's side. The look in the beast's eyes was terrifying, and Zaro understood that he had called the bluff false; these dragons were not joking around. That sent him panicking, but there was little he could do now. He watched in terror as the angered dragon's face hovered mere inches from his own, making him tremble in pure dread.

He could only watch as the large maw opened right before his eyes, the dragon's mouth revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth and the dark, seemingly bottomless throat which threatened to send him to the burning depths of the dragon's gut. He tried to scream, or yell, or do anything, but he found himself frozen, terrified, unable to neither speak nor move. Vel's large tongue slowly snaked from within his maw and caressed the side of Zaro's chin, sliding up over his cheek and leaving a sticky trail of draconic saliva upon his features. He could not see the other dragons anymore, the gaping maw filling his vision as he saw within that deadly place the strands of thick drool, the pulsating capillaries and dark, moist tunnel beyond. The dragon's pungent, humid breath shocked him, but he was forced to breathe it in as he struggled to stop himself from crying in fear. Then as suddenly as it happened, the dragon closed his spacious maw and looked at him with dark, piercing eyes.

"Oh human," he whispered with a short smile, "I am going to enjoy this. So very much. I bet you taste divine." Those words left Zaro in a state of regret as he realized that his confident words had only led to his demise in the most horrible way possible. He couldn't move, couldn't escape; was his fate really to die as little more than a meal for a hungry dragon? The maw opened one more time, filling his vision and descending upon his body with a ravenous swiftness.

"WAIT!"

Zaro shouted out his final plea at the top of his voice, his eyes closed in raw terror as he expected to feel the large teeth slicing through his neck. A moment passed and he realized that he was still alive, and that he hadn't been added to the dragon's daily diet. For now. Opening his eyes he saw Veluin's head slowly moving back from his own, and despite the fact that he was nowhere near out of danger he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please," he added, his voice wavering from the shock he had just experienced. His whole body felt weak and his knees trembled violently, but he was still alive. He could see all four dragons looking at him with very intense expressions, and Vel looked a little disappointed. Realizing he no longer was pinned to the stone slab he attempted to stand and move towards the crimson dragon, Bronx, knowing that he had an option to save himself if he could pull it off. Stumbling forward he fell to his knees, looking up at the imposing form of the scaled crimson beast before him with apologetic eyes.

"I... I didn't think... I'm sorry, I just... thought..." he couldn't put together a coherent sentence, his heart and mind still recovering from the severe shock of thinking he was going to die. He paused, collected his wits as best he could, and made another attempt.

"Forgive me," he managed to say, "I made... a bad judgment."

Bronx looked at him for a while, as if trying to understand what made the human tick. Zaro kept his head low, submissively, trying his best to reclaim some possible favor with the greater beasts. Their silence now was almost killing him; it was like they knew exactly how to pull on his emotions.

"Human," the crimson dragon growled slowly, "listen to me, and listen carefully this time. You do not deserve a second chance, but you are lucky to have caught me in a good mood. You have no understanding of the true laws between predator and prey, and disregard them with disdain. You are a weak, pitiful excuse for a human, with little knowledge and even less physical strength. Yet you see fit to insult our ways, no matter what they may be. It is this simple fact which I will take it upon myself to teach you: you see everything as unfair, but by the laws of nature and the hunt, you should be rightfully dead as prey. Since you are not, you belong to us until you have repaid your right to live."

When worded like that, Zaro found himself finally understanding their point of view. They did not see their acts as cruel or unjust, merely something he deserved in place of becoming a meal. With that in mind, the still-fearful man found himself finally able to figure out their motives.

"So..." he asked quietly, then paused, afraid he might say something wrong.

"Speak, human," Bronx ordered forcefully.

Trying to quell his wavering voice, he replied, "So what is it that I can do for you... to repay my debt... to you?" He felt extremely nervous saying it, because he had an idea what was waiting for him.

"Little has changed from before," the dragon told him, "you will still submit to us sexually. Each of us has needs that we wish to satisfy, and you will help us achieve this. But now... I have decided that we will need to include some lessons in submission; you will learn your place, and a measure of respect."

Zaro nodded, although he was appalled by the idea. So he really was going to be... used, by these large creatures. The very though made him cringe; how could he possibly ever be able to go through with something so against his very beliefs. He wasn't even gay, for crying out loud!

"First," Bronx revealed in a rumbling tone, scratching the hard stone floor as he spoke, "you will learn the true value of rewards and punishment. Please us, and we shall be much more inclined to grant you better things. Disobey us, and you shall return to the first step of your lesson in humility. Only once you have completed your entire lesson, then you shall be allowed to leave alive. The longer you hold onto your silly human ideas of unfairness or dignity, the more we shall strip you of them. It is only up to you whether you are to commit to your rehabilitation, or whether you will be of more use to us as a delicious, fulfilling meal. Either way, you will find a purpose. It is up to you what that purpose is."

It took a moment for those momentous words to sink into Zaro's head, but once they did he became fully aware of what was expected of him. He only wished he had some idea of what to expect.

"You will begin your lessons with a hard introduction to the feeling of being humiliated. This is the lowest level. Please us, and you shall be allowed to move on to the next step. Displease us, and you shall repeat this step until you understand that it is up to you whether you progress or not." Despite his apprehension, the image of Vel's gaping maw made him nod his head earnestly; anything had to be better than a slow death in a dragon's digestive system.

"So what do you want me to... do first?" he asked, trying to sound obedient and eager, although he felt anything but both of those. Vel and Saar chuckled, and even Raith grinned. That surprised Zaro, he had though Raith might have been somewhat different, but then again, he had no idea of anything anymore.

"For now," Bronx told him, "nothing. You will watch." With that he nodded at the others; Veluin and Saarthal slowly rising from their respective positions and moving towards the center of the room. Trying to obey, Zaro slowly sat back against the stone slab he had been pressed against moments earlier and tried to blend into the rock, with little success. He watched as the pair slowly faced one another; Zaro trying to figure out what on earth they were doing. Bronx and Raith watched from the sidelines as their two companions stood merely a couple of feet away from the silent human, and then looked down at him with a glint in their eyes.

"Watch carefully," Saar growled, his eyes fixed firmly on the young hunter, "I'm going show you the correct technique for pleasuring a male with your mouth." Zaro looked confused for a moment, but then understood the intentions of the winged reptiles.

"You're going to... oh god, that's... disgusting," he commented, and Vel snarled.

"Didn't you just agree you were going to be compliant?" the black dragon accused, and Zaro flinched in fear.

"Y-yes," he stuttered apologetically, "sorry, I'm not used to... never mind, continue." The dark eyes watched him for a few more seconds before allowing his apology to stand, lifting his leg up and placing it on the stone slab that the human was resting upon. That action surprised him; a clear view of the dragon's underside merely a few feet away from his head made him suddenly aware that he wasn't going to be a distant observer.

"Oh yes," Vel chuckled, seeing his expression, "you're going to get very up close and personal." Saarthal's head slowly snaked under his fellow dragon's underbelly, looking into the young man's face.

"Pay attention," Saar whispered, "because you will need these skills if you wish to live." That made Zaro pause, and he nodded obediently. The white dragons slowly turned his head towards the black dragon's back legs, and the space in between them. The young human did not wish to look, but found himself staring with a morbid curiosity at the area he assumed the dragon's genitalia lay hidden from view. Saarthal slowly licked the air, revealing a very long tongue to the human before gently brushing it along Veluin's underbelly. A trail of draconic saliva glistened on the deep black scales, and Saar continued to use his tongue to lick the area between the dragon's hind legs. Despite his fear, and his disgust, Zaro somehow realized that he had a real opportunity here; he could learn something no other man had ever learnt: the breeding habits of dragons.

"That's the way," Vel grunted, "show the human how to please a dragon."

Saar's tongue danced across the dark scales, flicking in the firelight which crackled ominously behind them. Zaro wanted to look away, to stare at the wall, but for some reason he couldn't stop himself from gazing upon the scene with an unwilling fascination. Vel released a puff of smoke as the flexible oral organ of the white dragon suddenly slipped between his legs, no doubt sliding over wherever the beast's genitalia were hidden. It seemed to have a pleasant effect upon the winged reptile; Vel's breath catching as the twisting tongue slowly lapped at his secretive slit. The human could see it now; a slight parting of the intricately patterned scales underneath the dragon's tail, no doubt filled with... whatever it was male dragons mated with.

Is this my fate? Zaro wondered, quite unsettled, am I going to be forced to... pleasure a male in the same way as a female? I've only heard tales of such acts... and never with such creatures as dragons.

_ _

The whole concept of homosexuality was rather a taboo in his village, and he had never even considered it before with humans, let alone these beasts. His attention was suddenly returned to the large movements above him as Vel gently moaned, Saar's tongue buried deep inside his penile vent. The white dragon seemed to be enjoying himself, an expression of happiness on his large face as he rolled his tongue around the inside of his partner's body. Part of that made Zaro curious; did these dragons wash often? He hoped so... he shuddered to think what saliva and other draconic bodily fluids would be inside that hidden place. Saar seemed not to worry about any of that, his nose pressed against the black dragon's underbelly as he coaxed the dragon's member from it home. Zaro could see it now, a tiny bit of dark red flesh slowly poking out from the engorged vent. His eyes slowly widened as Saar moved his head back a little and allowed the dragon's breeding organ to slip free from its home.

What had been a small, blood-red tip was suddenly expanding rapidly from the dragon's oral treatment. The human could only stare in disgusted amazement as inch after inch of draconic cock slowly filled with pulsing blood before his eyes. It simply seemed to keep growing; Zaro staring curiously and Saar staring hungrily at the swelling member.

"Impressed, human?" Vel grunted, and Zaro remained silent, trying not to antagonize the massive beast. The rigid shaft was merely a couple of feet above his head, and he felt nervous about how close he was to it. The tip was pointed, and followed into a widening shaft coated in a slimy sheen of natural lubricant and saliva, veins pulsing along its girth. It was a deep red, pulsing softly in time with the beast's massive heartbeat. The base gradually disappeared back into the vent, and the young hunter wondered if there was any more hidden inside.

Saar, unlike Zaro, seemed almost hungry for the impressive length.

"Suck it for the human," Vel said to the white dragon, "show him what he's going to be doing soon." Those words made Zaro shudder; he would never... or at least try not to ever have his mouth anywhere near that thing. Surely there would be a way out, something he could do or say that would convince these depraved creatures that he was not suitable for something like this. His attention was suddenly brought back by a sudden feeling of moisture on his leg.

Eugh, he thought, dragon saliva... yuck. Then he looked back up and saw that neither of the dragon's head were over his left leg, only that large draconic maleness. He watched as a bead of liquid formed at the tip and slowly fell down, joining the first splatter on his leg. He wrinkled his nose in disgust; the dragon was leaking pre-seed onto his leg, and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Get used to it," Saar told him roughly, before turning his attention back to the dripping organ. The human watched as the dragon's tongue snaked out and slowly wrapped around the base of that thick shaft, eliciting a moan of satisfaction from the black dragon above. The beast didn't stop there, sliding his saliva-covered tongue along the length of his fellow reptile's stiff erection in a flashy manner. Zaro could clearly tell that they were ensuring he was getting a good show, no doubt in an effort to destabilize him. That said, it was working rather well. A small grunt of contentment rose from Saar's chest as he licked over the surface of Veluin's slick shaft, appearing to savor the pre-cum which was pooling in his maw. Zaro tried his best to remain as far away from the action as possible, but he couldn't move much with his back against the stone slab.

Although he was being given a front-row view to oral sex between two dragons, nothing could prepare him for the overwhelming detail he was being forced to absorb. He could see every little vein across the surface of Vel's pulsing length, the slick trails of saliva left upon it by Saar's dutiful tongue. The pungent smell filled his nose, heavy with the lingering odor of warm, musky dragon cock and earthy dragon breath. His ears could pick up the faintest sounds of Saar's tongue basting the member before him in sticky saliva, the powerful heartbeats, the grunts and growls of pleasure. With so much stimuli, Zaro could feel himself becoming enraptured by the scene before him, disgusting as it may be in his mind. He was witnessing something no other human could claim to have witnessed, albeit against his will. Saar didn't seem quite as affected, the white dragon more focused on sucking his fellow dragon's sizeable maleness that anything else.

Small splatters of draconic pre-seed collided with Zaro's legs and chest; a few small droplets even landing on his face. He attempted to keep his mouth closed to avoid any of the sticky lubricant from entering his mouth, but the strong smell reminded him of its presence. He watched on in uncomfortable silence as Saar slowly opened his maw and took the first few inches of Vel's cock inside, his tongue caressing the rigid shaft almost lovingly as he gently sucked upon it. A small grunt of pleasure from the black dragon above revealed the quality of the blowjob he was receiving from his white-scaled counterpart. Taking up a slow rhythm Saar continued to move his head back and forth upon the shaft before him, ensuring Zaro was viewing the action with as little obstruction as possible.

"Watch carefully," Veluin grunted between deep breaths of pleasure, a grin upon his maw, "you'll be sucking my cock as well soon enough, and if you do it wrong, I'll be displeased."

Zaro gulped in nervousness as the pair of dark, malicious eyes stared him down, and he remembered the jaws closing over his head, shivering at the thought. A small amount of warm pre-seed landed on his lips, but he didn't dare wipe it away for fear of dissatisfying the beasts. He was almost becoming a little too accustomed to what he was witnessing, and tried to remain appalled at the act he was being forced to observe. It didn't look like Saar was going to release the thick member from his hungry maw anytime soon, taking more and more inside each time he slid down onto the slick meat. Vel's breathing had increased dramatically, his mouth ajar slightly as the sensations of being sucked off by the male below made him pant softly, almost like a canine. The white dragon had almost taken the entire erection inside his maw now; only what looked like a small lump at the base remained outside. That confused Zaro; what was this strange bulge of flesh at the base of the dragon's maleness?

It suddenly dawned on him that it could be like a canine's genitalia... perhaps dragons had knots too. He grimaced at the idea; if they did it would be quite sizeable indeed. Saar released a low, rumbling purr from his chest, signaling his enjoyment from the pulsing length across his talented tongue. These dragons were insane, Zaro considered, or sex-crazed. Either way, he hoped he could get out of this in some way... but the dragons appeared to have other ideas.

"I'm close," Vel growled roughly, "are you going to swallow, Saar, or shall I give our guest a bath?" The white dragon didn't respond, simply continuing to pleasure the cock belonging to the black dragon in question at an increased rate. Zaro's eyes widened a little as he realized what he had been suggesting.

"You're going to..." he began, his mind racing in repulsion, "wait... can't we..."

"Silence," Vel grunted with difficulty, his climax building, "you will do as we want."

Zaro opened his mouth to argue, but remembered how their lesson worked: if he displeased the dragons, they would not let him go. If he did as they said, he would eventually have a chance at being let free. Hoping he could achieve the latter, he close his mouth and continued to watch as Vel's leg trembled slightly from his impending orgasm. Saar suddenly took the thick cock deep into his maw, wrapping his tongue around it leisurely as Vel released a loud roar. The black dragon gripped the hard stone as the pleasure became too much, leaving deep marks in the rock as he unloaded himself into the white reptile's throat. Zaro watched as the dragon's knot began to expand before his eyes, stunned at how large it had grown. Ropes of hot, fertile dragon spunk filled Saar's willing maw as he swallowed it lazily, no doubt used to such acts. All the young human could see was the bulging ball of flesh, pulsating in time with each of the black beast's powerful spurts of seed.

To Zaro the climax didn't seem to have a conclusion; Saar simply gulping down copious amounts of his companion's sticky ejaculate. He wasn't ready for what came next, however. With a swift motion Vel withdrew his engorged cock from Saar's eager tongue, allowing his rigid member to continue to release its load: this time pointed directly at Zaro. The young man didn't react in time to stop a thick, gooey stream of warm dragon semen from coating his face, managing only to close his eyes in time to prevent them from begin covered. Shocked, Zaro simply sat against the cool rock as Vel painted every inch of his exposed body in rope after rope of warm, pungent dragon cum; a seeming endless flow of heated sperm gushing over him. He tried to remain as neutral as possible to the situation, but his mind was not strong enough to allow him to block it out. His cheeks burned as he knew that all of the dragons were watching him, no doubt enjoying seeing him humiliated in such a way.

After what felt like an eternity, he noticed that the dragon's excessive climax had tapered off. He didn't dare open his eyes, for fear of both getting cum in his eyes and seeing the dragon's faces. Everything went remarkably silent after this, the only sounds he could hear were the dragon's labored breathing as they moved away from where he was sitting; no doubt to observe their handiwork. Zaro was unable to think of anything except the presence of Vel's warm seed on his body. Thick, gooey strands dripped from his hair, sliding down his face slowly and onto his tunic. The fresh, pungent smell of heated semen filled his nose, and to his own personal disgust, he found it pleasantly comforting. His body was coated in the product of the dragon's arousal; hot mating fluids churned up in the depths of the dragon's body, filled with millions of fertile sperm, now coating his body and sinking into his skin. His mind could barely process what had happened to him... how this could even be possible.

Finally, after sitting in silence for a few minutes, feeling the warm, white seed on his skin, he reached up tentatively and pressed his fingers to his eyes, wiping across them to remove a little of the excessive semen that clung to his face. Opening his eyes slowly, he could see the faces of all four dragons staring at him, and he felt highly embarrassed. He looked down at his arms, seeing the thick splashes of dragon ejaculate across his skin, and he breathed out slowly. The smell was intense, and making him a little light-headed.

"How does it feel, human?" the voice of Bronx asked from in front, echoing around the cave in a low rumble. Zaro paused for a moment, considering his reply, but as he opened his mouth it was suddenly filled with a small glob of the dragon's semen. He quickly closed his mouth, but the heated spunk slipped across his taste buds and slid down into his throat with a large swallow.

Expecting it to taste horrid, Zaro was simultaneously shocked and intrigued to find that the sticky fluid was downright delectable. Rich, yet musky and thick, he found himself enjoying the small mouthful which he had accidentally ingested. Suddenly he shook his head; what the hell had gotten into him?

"I..." he said slowly, "I..." It was difficult for his mind to process what had happened, let alone a response. He watched as Bronx slowly stood up and motioned for the other dragons to follow.

"Let's leave him be," the large red dragon told them, "he isn't ready to move on to the next stage yet... he needs to come to grips with his situation." Vel and Saar slowly stood and followed the red dragon further down into the cave through a side-passage, leaving Raith alone with the silent human. The blue dragon looked at him for a few moments, as if pondering something, before turning and following the other dragons down into the depths of the cave.

A dull silence fell over the area in which Zaro remained, broken only by the sound of the crackling fire which lit the room. He rested his head against the cool stone, allowing his mind to focus on things more closely. The sticky coating upon his body had stopped dripping, the warm liquids strangely keeping his body warm and protected from the cool air. He raised his hand and inspected his palm, getting a closer look at the semen that had been left on him. It was a creamy white, and smelt strongly of the dragons musky scent, and he wondered if he would ever be able to get rid of the smell.

"What... have I gotten into?" he muttered to himself, his mind going over everything that had happened. Somehow it didn't seem that strange anymore; the dragons, their way of life... the sex, Zaro believed he would be able to manage. Now that he was alone and able to gather his wits about him, he slowly got to his feet, looking at the puddle of cooling seed at his feet.

"Damn," he sighed, looking at his tunic, which had been literally drenched in the dragon's mating fluids. He didn't have a change of clothes, so instead he removed his tunic and threw it into the fire; no sense in attempting to clean it, it was done for. The flicking glow of the burning flame seemed to relax him, and as such he sat down in front of it, allowing the heat to wash over him. It vaguely occurred to him that the leftover cum that clung to his face and arms would probably be baked onto him by the heat, but he was too tired to care. A fait grumble in his stomach reminded him that he was hungry; having no eaten anything previously he was beginning to worry about sources of nutrition. In its worn-out state his mind turned his attention to the semen that remained on his arms.

"I must be tired," he chuckled to himself darkly, "am I really that desperate?" He remembered the small taste he had gotten from before, and found himself conflicted as to what he should do.

He ran his right hand over his left arm, scooping up a moderately-sized handful of Vel's ejaculate, looking at it with conflicted eyes. On one hand... it hadn't tasted that bad, and from the way in which Saar had gulped it down it couldn't be bad for him. On the other... it was Vel's cum, fresh from his internalized testicles, pumped through his massive cock and onto Zaro's body. His mind told him it was wrong, that it was disgusting... but some part of him - the scientific part - had to know... had to taste...

Opening his mouth he brought his hand up to his lips, slowly tilting his palm toward his mouth. The smell was strong, musky and gamey, but that did not deter Zaro from allowing the thick seed to fall into his mouth. The moment it landed upon his tongue the taste filled his mouth, his mind almost urging him to consume the warm liquid. The flavor was indescribable as he allowed the black dragon's sperm to coat his mouth, the warmth, texture and taste allowing him to know one thing: it was delicious.

Ashamed of his own actions, but too tired, confused and hungry to care, Zaro slowly scooped up some more, allowing it to enter his mouth and slide into his throat. The flavor was rich, no doubt containing millions of draconic sperm, but he didn't mind in the slightest; it was filling and tasty. The texture was viscous and gooey and clung to his teeth and tongue, leaving him with a strong aftertaste.

Damn, he thought, how could I sink so low? He lifted his hand and looked at it, as if seeing himself for the first time. His stomach now satiated, he could feel a sense of revulsion coming along.

Did I... really just eat all that?

Slowly sitting back against the warm stone he let out a soft sigh, disappointed in himself, yet still savoring the delicious taste of cum in his mouth. He didn't want to admit to himself what he had just done, but he knew he couldn't tell himself it had just been because he was hungry.

"I'm already breaking," he muttered, "I can't let them get to me... they knew I wouldn't be able to resist." He shook his head firmly, and decided not to consume any more of the spunk that had been so unceremoniously dumped on his unsuspecting body.

"I will remain strong," he told himself, laying down slowly. He was quite tired from the mental strain he had been put under, and he close his eyes with a small sigh. Within minutes he had fallen asleep, the warm fire flickering over his body as the young man crept into the void of dreams.

***

The fire was still burning strong as light returned to Zaro's eyes, releasing a loud yawn as he awoke from his slumber. He wasn't sure how long had passed, having no indicator to tell the time, but he felt well-rested, so he assumed he must have been out for a good while. Stretching his arms out wide he slowly got to his feet, keeping close to the fire as he was completely naked. He wished he had some clothing, but he didn't have anything, and he doubted the dragons would care anyway. Dried semen clung to his arms and hair, and he wished also for a source of water to clean himself up. He could still smell the cum strongly, and he wished he could just forget about the entire incident. Looking around, he found he was still alone, and wondered when the dragons would come back to continue their... treatment. A noise behind him made him jump, and he turned to see a mass of blue scales make its way into the room. Raith paused as he saw Zaro was stark naked, and took a moment to analyze his small body.

"Interesting," the dragon commented, and Zaro suddenly felt quite embarrassed. He sat down on the stone, looking up at the blue reptile and wondering what was up.

"How do you feel?" the sizeable beast asked, his voice almost seeming to contain concern. Zaro couldn't tell anymore; these creatures had such variable temperaments.

Scratching the stone with his nails, the young man replied, "I'm fine... I think." That managed to draw a small chuckle out from the dragon, and Zaro felt a little indignant. Stepping forward, Raith looked him up and down, inspecting his body carefully.

"I can see why Bronx wants to breed with you," he spoke in a soft tone, as if it was the most casual thing in the world to talk about how much a dragon wants to fuck you, "you look... so soft and warm." Zaro blinked, unsure exactly how to respond to something like that.

Sitting back on his haunches Raith released a small puff of smoke, allowing silence to reign for a few moments before looking up at the human's face, scrutinizing it closely.

"I suppose you probably think of us unkindly," the reptile continued, "what with our actions." Zaro paused, looking down at the ground.

"I..." he began, and then struggled to find the right words, "I... don't hate you... I just... don't understand how you dragons think... how you justify your actions." He hoped the blue dragon wouldn't take offense, and he looked up to see Raith looking at him with curious eyes.

"I'll try to make it simple for you," the beast informed him, "we... I, captured you as prey. Normally, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, you would have been consumed by one of us. As a human, however, and because none of us were anxiously hungry, we let you live."

He dug a sharp claw into the stone before continuing, breathing a small ring of smoke.

"We decided to see if you're worthy of being alive, but as there really isn't anything you can do that we cannot, and nothing you possess we desire, Bronx has decided to test your usefulness through this method. To us the concept of sex is not as strange as it seems to be for you; we do it to remain entertained on a daily basis. Between the hunts, and the flying, we often have little else to do to pass the time." The dragon fell silent, and Zaro tried to digest the information.

Scratching his head, Zaro asked, "and what of Veluin? Does he feel differently?" Raith chuckled darkly and looked away from the inquisitive human.

"Vel was highly offended by your earlier outburst... but I think you'll find if you don't do anything like that again, he will not harm you. He is simply always short-tempered, and probably a touch bored."

Zaro looked at his palms, nodding his head.

"I won't make the same mistake twice," he muttered, taking a chance to look over the blue-scaled dragon's body up close, "I... just want to leave here safely, and forget all this has happened." Raith breathed out with a low rumble, turning his head back towards the young man beside him.

"You're going to be required to do much more for us before you're allowed to leave," he warned, "you should prepare yourself for such an eventuality. I will be participating as well; we do things as a group, after all." Reluctantly, the young man inclined his head in acknowledgement; he hadn't expected to get out of it without more happening to him. Raith opened his maw to say something, but then closed it and looked away, almost as if he was embarrassed. Zaro noticed from the corner of his eye, and looked up expectantly.

"Is something wrong?" he inquired and Raith looked down at the stone floor, almost as if he was deliberately avoiding his gaze. A silence passed between the pair, the crackling fire overtaking their conversation as they sat together in its flickering glow.

"Well..." Raith said slowly, "if you wished... I could introduce you to some of the concepts of... mating... that you might encounter soon." Zaro froze, taking a second to comprehend what the large beast was suggesting, before looking up at him with flushed cheeks.

"You mean..." he began embarrassedly, but Raith cut him off.

"Just the two of us," the blue reptile continued, "before you go back to the others... just take it slow and..."

"No thanks," Zaro interjected, blushing furiously, before realizing that he could be offending Raith's generosity, "I mean, I'm just not... I can't... sorry."

Raith looked at him with an almost saddened expression.

"It would save you from being surprised by anything Vel or Bronx decide to test you with," Raith added, but Zaro shook his head firmly.

"I think... I can handle it now. I know what to expect... even if replicating Saarthal's... actions... might be difficult with my smaller... mouth. I'm just worried..." Raith looked as if he was going to insist, but then sat back and sighed.

"Worried about what?" he asked, shuffling his large, leathery wings. Zaro blushed once more, finding it extremely difficult to talk about it as openly as the dragons did.

"The taste..." he murmured under his breath quietly, and Raith got to his feet, moving over towards the cave room's exit.

Before leaving, the dragon snaked his head over his shoulder, informing the human in a reassuring voice, "The taste will surprise you," before turning back and departing to return to the other dragons. Alone once again, Zaro placed his face in his palms, pondering what the dragon had said to him. Raith had made him feel safe... yet he didn't know what to think just yet. He wondered if he should have taken him up on his offer... but no, he would simply endure whatever it was that he would be made to. Surely it couldn't be impossible to pass these trials. Looking into the depths of the fire, he breathed out gently and tried to relax, awaiting the time when the dragons would summon him.

***

Over an hour later, a loud rumble stirred Zaro from him from his thoughts. He stood up just as a large mass of red scales hulked into the room, followed by the blue, black and white of Raith, Veluin and Saarthal. Seeing the four of them again made the young man nervous and intimidated, but he tried not to display his unease outwardly.

"How are you?" he asked, attempting to appear friendly but then feeling awkward about his casual effort at conversation. The dragons found their own spots around the room, just as they had been before, with Bronx taking the raised position, asserting his overall dominance.

"We are well," the red dragon spoke, "it appears you are also well-rested. This is good; you will require your strength for later matters." That made Zaro swallow uneasily; how far would they go to see if he was worth their time and effort?

Bowing his head he nodded respectfully, knowing it was futile to attempt to argue with one as powerful and imposing as Bronx. He chanced a glance over at Vel, who was leering at him through piercing eyes.

"How did you like the taste of my cum?" the black dragon said with a low chuckle, and Zaro couldn't help but blush.

Remembering back to before his sleep, he found himself sheepishly stammering out a quiet, "it was nice," before falling silent. A small smile worked its way over the dragon's face, but the young man was too busy trying to avoid eye-contact to notice. Raith's eyes glistened with eagerness, Saarthal shuffled impatiently and even Bronx appeared to be anxious to start doing something, although what that something was, Zaro couldn't tell. Looking over to Raith, Bronx motioned with his claw for him to approach. Looking up, the young hunter stared as the blue reptile moved over toward him.

He wondered what was going on as Bronx slowly got to his feet, his large bulk moving over to join Raith in the center of the room. Saar and Vel looked on curiously from the sidelines; it seemed even they didn't know what their leader was planning. Raith looked back at the red dragon with a rather mischievous expression - or at least that's what it looked like - before he moved forward and raised his hind leg, placing it back on the stone slab where Vel had stood previously. He looked at Zaro and motioned downwards with his head, indicating the human should also return to the same position he had been in beforehand. As he sat down with his back to the stone, he looked up at the dragon's underbelly, remembering how Vel had stood over him in exactly the same way. He wondered if Bronx was going to give oral to the blue dragon now, in the way Saar had previously. It was almost like deja-vu, except that he was prepared for it this time.

He watched as Bronx approached, the gleam in his eye suggesting his intentions were less than pure. Zaro swallowed nervously as the larger dragon stood behind Raith, Bronx down at his tail with what looked like a slight smile upon his maw.

"You have observed the proper technique for pleasuring a male orally," the red-scaled reptile spoke with unmatched authority in his voice, "now, as the alpha male, I will demonstrate to your how we claim our mates." This caught the young man off guard; what was this dragon implying now? His question was answered almost immediately when Bronx lifted his front legs, stepping forward and allowing them to drape over Raith's midsection. Holding onto the dragon beneath him, Bronx also placed a leg up on the stone, positioning his body in a mounted position over Raith. This made things abundantly clearer to Zaro; Bronx was going to mate with Raith.

The blue dragon seemed to be enjoying himself, however. The hefty bulk of the red dragon on his back didn't seem to bother him, Zaro deducing that dragons must be very good a lifting huge weights. The smaller dragon looped his tail around the back of Raith's body, maneuvering it out of the way. Now aware of what he was going to witness, the human hunter tried to keep a level head.

You've watched them once before, he reasoned with himself, just pretend to enjoy the show, and... if they do finish on me again... I can deal with it now. Confident he was in a good mental state, he turned his attention down between the dragon's hind legs. Considering his size, Zaro expected Bronx to be very well endowed; something which could not have been more correct. Bronx brought his large head down, licking over Raith's neck affectionately, before gripping tightly with his powerful claws and securing him in place.

His arousal was becoming evident; Bronx's slit parting as blood flowed through his groin, the tip of his draconic cock peeking from within its enclosure. Zaro was once again witnessing the sight of a powerful male in full arousal, the heavy shaft sliding from the reptile's genital slit as his erection grew. He didn't even need to be fully aroused to know that Bronx was even more impressively endowed than his other three companions. His eyes widened as the pulsing cock swelled to the size of his forearm, and he swallowed in slight intimidation at the dragon's masculine, musky member. The surface was slick and shiny; it seemed these dragons created some kind of natural lubricant inside of their vents. Now that Bronx was fully erect, he could see that this dragon's cock was just as imposing and impressive as the rest of him. For the slightest moment, he felt a flicker of concern for Raith; surely something like that would be painful to take... in there?

Obviously Raith didn't think so; he offered himself almost playfully to the red dragon, his eyes showing a desire to be taken. Bronx seemed eager to give him just that, positioning himself over the blue dragon as his heavy cock swung around beneath his body. It only took a second for the dragon's cocktip to be pressing firmly against Raith's tight pucker, demanding entrance into the depths within. Eager to comply, Raith leant forward as Bronx pushed forward, letting the dominant dragon's member to spread his anal ring open. The thick tip pierced into his body, slipping inside snugly as the deep red of Bronx's erection contrasted against the cool blue of Raith's glistening scales. Both beasts let out combined moans of pleasure as they initiated their mating, Zaro looking on in a mixture of disgust and awe. It was nothing like the oral he had witnessed before; this wasn't going to be a light sucking, it was looking to be a heavy, masculine rutting between two feral dragons.

Bronx gripped Raith's scales tightly, locking him into place. It was easy to see now why he was dominant; his power was unmatched by the other three, and he had an air of imposing control that made Zaro swallow nervously. He could clearly see Raith's underbelly from his position, and the action going on between the dragon's hind legs: it made him very nervous to think that one of these dragons might try to stick something that big into... into him.

"Easy, Raith" Bronx grunted, "you've taken cock many times before, don't pretend you're tight." Raith snorted in reply, seemingly loosening his muscles a little to allow the dragon to penetrate him further. Bronx grunted as more than half of his heated cock's girth sunk into the tight, rippling anal passage of his companion. Vel grinned at the show, and Saar's eyes were focused on the act with intensity; it seemed both of them enjoyed watching their leader in action.

"Be grateful, human," Vel called out, "Bronx doesn't play around as much as we do. Consider it an honor you get to see him in action." Unsure how to respond, Zaro gave a curt nod, his eyes unable to tear away from the sight mere feet away from his face. Bronx clutched Raith's midsection to leverage himself out again, the blue dragon shuddering in pleasure as the thick cock scraped against his sensitive inner walls. Reversing the action, Bronx ploughed his hard length back into him, a growl escaping his throat as he worked his way even deeper inside. Zaro couldn't help but imagine what the dragon was feeling to look so satisfied, but it must have been quite the sensation. The tight walls gripping Bronx's rigid cock were divine, the red dragon picking up a slow but steady pace as he pulled out and pushed in repeatedly. He would show the human exactly how dragons mated, and unlike Vel before him, he would not allow a single drop to spill into the dragon below him.

Looking down at Zaro's expression of wonderment he chuckled. So he thought what Vel did to him was a cum-bath, eh?

The foolish human hasn't seen anything yet, he thought to himself, smiling as he heard Raith moan in subservient pleasure as his rump was filled with hot dragon cock. Pre-cum was leaking from his engorged cockhead at a prodigious rate, lubricating the deep thrusts into those warm, rippling walls. Now settled into a decent pace, Raith's soft moans became more regulated, in time with the repetitive thrusts stimulating his accommodating tailhole. Zaro once more became fascinated by the little details; the slick coating across Bronx's length, Raith's tailhole widening and constricting around the beast's shaft; even the scents did not go unnoticed. There was a distinct masculine smell to their rutting, Zaro unsure what it actually was.

Saar and Vel couldn't hide their own members as they hung semi-erect from their sheaths, showing remarkable restraint not to relieve themselves to the scene before them. Bronx clutched tightly as he rammed his rigid pole into the welcoming rump, forcing almost his entire length deep inside. His knot pulsed with arousal, showing a clear sign that the dragon was going to unload in the near future. The blue dragon was no doubt eager to accommodate his alpha's seed, but was unaware of the red dragon's secret plan. Zaro, against all reasoning to himself, realized that the spectacle he was witnessing had caused his own manhood to stiffen slightly. He suddenly felt self-conscious about being naked once more, and slyly lowered his hands to cover his shaft.

Surely I'm not... being aroused... by this, he pondered worriedly. Remembering the semen from before, he assured himself that it was just a by-product of the scents and sounds he was experiencing.

Lewd, fluidic noises could be audibly heard as the pre-seed coated cock ploughed in and out of the now well-lubricated anal passage of the blue-scaled reptile. The dragons sure were a messy bunch, not afraid to get their bodily fluids all over one another. Raith was now taking Bronx in his entirety, only the large knot remaining outside each time the dragon hilted within. Zaro considered it a little strange, but he didn't question it. Why wasn't Bronx going to tie with him?

"I'm close," the dragon rumbled suddenly, making Zaro snap out of his thoughts, "why do you always have to be so tight, Raith?" The blue dragon grunted as his bowels were pounded by the thick, heated cock, trying to get out a reply.

"It's not... my fault... you're so damn big..." he retorted, earning an even faster breeding from Bronx for his efforts. His own cock was poking from its sheath, aroused by the insistent rutting.

Zaro wondered how Raith was managing to endure such a physical mating, yet the dragon seemed quite happy with his circumstances. Bronx's thrusts were beginning to become erratic, and Zaro realized he was reaching his peak. Noticing the dragons were practically standing over him, he prepared himself mentally to receive whatever managed to escape from Raith's rump over his body, like Vel had managed during the last session. Raith clutched the ground tightly as Bronx worked his draconic member hard into his ass, his massive body pressing into the blue dragons back. Zaro couldn't drag his eyes away from the scene as Bronx's eyes closed over in lust, his body trembling as he was finally tipped over the edge by the warm, rippling walls of Raith's tailhole.

Zaro expected to see Raith's huge knot swell up inside that tight ring, locking the pair in place as he emptied the contents of his inner testicles deep into Raith's willing, slimy intestines.

Which was why he wasn't prepared for Bronx's actual plan.

With one large movement Bronx pulled his body back from Raith's, Zaro's eyes widening as the large slab of overstimulated dragon cock was pulled from the tight tailhole. It was too late for the astonished human to dodge the first explosive spurt of Bronx's thick ejaculate as it pulsed from the tip of his engorged phallus. The gooey spunk splashed all over the human's face, Bronx aiming his orgasm down at the hunter as he unloaded the entire contents of his reproductive organs over Zaro's body. Rope after rope of hot, sticky cum showered him from above, leaving no part untouched as the viscous cream covered his face, chest, legs, and even his ashamedly stiff erection. Raith looked back and smiled, wondering what the red dragon had been planning to do. Unlike Vel's earlier climax, Zaro was receiving the full load of heated seed, and Bronx could produce more than the average dragon.

Zaro tried to protect himself from the onslaught of dragon cum as continuous shots of the substance covered his entire form. His eyes were closed shut, and he each time he opened his mouth to breathe it was filled with another splash of semen from the throbbing cock above. He could no longer make out anything except the feeling of warm, viscous ejaculate bathing his skin. All four dragons watched in in amusement and arousal as their leader emptied a good week's worth of his spunk onto their captured human, watching as his body disappeared under a layer of pearly-white fluids. With a small grunt Bronx's climax tapered off, allowing the last few weaker spurts to land on Zaro's body before he relaxed his grip upon Raith. The blue dragon slowly moved out from under him, allowing Bronx to step back with him to admire his work. The dragons returned to their usual positions in the room, watching the rock where Zaro had been painted by the immense, unbelievable load.

Somewhere in his mind Zaro vaguely registered that he was no longer receiving any more thick sperm to add to the quantity already on his body. He didn't dare open his eyes, knowing that it was too messy, and he swallowed the warm collection in his mouth to clear it. The coating felt like a protective layer, although he knew that the dragons were no doubt watching and waiting for him to say or do something. Instead he simply sat there, somehow finding comfort in the warmth of the gooey liquid. The aftertaste was strong in his mouth, and he realized that he didn't feel so bad this time... having been coated once before - albeit not so thoroughly - he didn't mind. He opened his lips partially, allowing more of the mess to ooze into his mouth as it dripped from his hair, savoring the earth, rich taste before sending it down to his belly.

With all that has happened, he reasoned to himself, I suppose it's okay to admit I enjoy these cum-baths.

He sighed, wondering just how far he was going to go before he was their willing bitch. He understood that was their plan, but why did it feel so easy to just... let it happen? He could complain, of course, and the cycle could continue... so maybe that was why he wanted to progress...

Deciding that he would just play things by ear, take them as they arose, he raised a hand and wiped his eyes, trying to remove at least some of the stubborn substance from his vision. He finally managed to open them, seeing the family gaze of the four dragons watching him intently.

"How do you feel?" Bronx's low voice rumbled, his tone containing a resounding level of contentment. Zaro made sure none of the spooge was going to fall into his eyes while he considered the honest response to that question. He somewhat understood what was required of him now, and he bowed his head a little out of a combination of submission and respectfulness.

He recognized what they were trying to accomplish, and believed he could satisfy their desires if he played it correctly.

"I feel grateful," he replied finally, "I'm glad that you saw fit to share yourself with me in this way." A short silence followed his words, punctuated by a small, lofty chuckle from the crimson-colored dragon. Even the other dragons looked at him with expressions of confusion, wondering what he found so funny. Zaro wondered what he was finding so humorous.

"Don't lie to me, human," the dragon spoke eventually, "you seem to believe that your intelligence somehow outstrips our own. The falsity in your hollow words is rather amusing, but I am not displeased. I suppose we can call this progress." Zaro flushed a little as he realized that the dragon was two steps ahead of him, able to read his mind better than he himself could.

"Sorry," he muttered finally, and Bronx tapped a large claw on the ground.

"Apology accepted," the beast replied, "although you have come to understand more than you realize. Despite the fact you are not 'glad', as you say, to receive my seed, I believe you now recognize your place. You are not stronger. You are not superior. You are not smarter. Despite whatever past life you had, or skills you possessed, here your life is much simpler: do as we say. You will be allowed to leave if you complete our 'training', as such; we will not seek to harm you. You know this deep down as well, and you also acknowledge that disobedience will not get you anywhere. So, Zaro, while your flattery is entertaining, it is true submission that we seek. Once you understand this and everything it entails, then we will consider your training complete." Bronx looked at him with calculating eyes, watching as the human hunter absorbed his words.

Zaro understood their intentions properly now, and in perspective it seemed much more complicated than he had first given credit for. It seemed these dragons were not looking for a quick rut and his obedience... it was like they wanted him to completely, and genuinely... want it. That, he mused, seemed rather impossible. Still, he couldn't help but find one thing wrong with what they had said, his mouth speaking before his mind comprehended what he was saying.

"I... wasn't completely dishonest," he muttered softly, his cheeks flushing red under their warm coating, "I might not have expected it... or perhaps wanted it... but... I did, I mean, I do... like... your seed." All of the dragons looked at him with various degrees of surprised, and Bronx lowered his head a little in recognition.

"Is that so...?" the largest dragon replied quietly, his eyes giving away nothing.

Zaro nodded in embarrassment, but he was not lying. The smell of the warm semen that was sinking into every pore in his body was making his head feel a little light, and his stomach growl hungrily. The whole situation was surreal, and he didn't feel so strange about it anymore. He raised his hand a little and scooped up some of the gooey liquid, holding out his hand to show the others. Swallowing his pride he brought it to his mouth and licked it off his palm, swallowing Bronx's fresh cum that had been churning inside his internal testicles mere moments beforehand. The dragons watched in silence as he licked his fingers clean and faced them unashamedly. He waited while they scrutinized him in silence, before Vel stepped forward to speak, leaving Zaro a little nervous.

"That was genuine," he growled, more to the other three than to Zaro, "you can't fake appreciation like that." He looked at Bronx for approval, and the alpha dragon nodded almost imperceptibly.

Vel moved forward, his usual intimidating self somewhat subdued a little. It was almost as if... the dragon was... approving him a little more.

"Now I know why you looked so clean after that little coating I gave you back then," the jet-black creature chuckled, "you decided to fill your belly with some real protein." The young man blushed, not meeting Veluin's eyes as he accepted his actions.

"Well, I don't think your gut would have room for all of Bronx's at any rate, so you'll have to find some other way of keeping yourself clean. Or I suppose you could let it dry... a cum slut like you would probably be suitable as a cum-rag." Zaro's face burned at the insults, but he couldn't help but wonder if the dragon was right. He did enjoy the taste and feeling of dragon seed; he didn't want to, but he couldn't help it.

His head snaked down before Zaro could react, the large tongue sliding across his chest and collecting an impressive amount of the pungent ejaculate. Pulling back, the black-scaled reptile savored the load for a moment before swallowing, making an audible gulp as the sperm slipped into his belly. Turning to Bronx Vel couldn't help but grin.

"You've been keeping this in you for a while," he chuckled, "still as delicious as always." Bronx said nothing, but he was evidently pleased by the compliment. Turning back to Zaro the dragon traced a line in the stone, his expression much more relaxed than when they had first met. The soaked man had considered Vel to be incapable of pleasantness, but he seemed to be in a much better mood than before.

"Consider yourself lucky," Vel told him, "Bronx is picky about who he seeds. He sees something in you."

Nodding a little, Zaro wasn't sure whether he would be allowed to start licking up every inch of the delicious cream on his body or whether the dragons had other plans for him still. His question was answered rather quickly, as Vel threw a glance to Bronx.

"Do you think he's ready for the second part of his training?" Vel asked, and Bronx hesitated for a moment, before deriving a slight inclination of his large head. That made Zaro listen; were they going to progress immediately? It sure seemed that way.

He watched as Vel moved closer to him, standing over him imposingly and lowering his head until it was mere inches from his ear.

"Since you've shown such... promise in our first task, I think it's time to see if you can handle a little more... I didn't think you'd even make it this far."

Zaro swallowed nervously; it seemed Vel was getting himself worked up a little again, and he hoped that he didn't end up irritating the black beast somehow. He watched anxiously as Vel moved in front of him a little, his large tail flicking side to side out of what looked like excitement. His eyes widened as the beast before him lower the front of his body to the ground, leaving his rear pointing up towards the stunned man. It was hard not to stare when such a powerful reptile was exposing himself so vagrantly to him. His first thought was one of confusion, and then incredulity: was Vel wanting him... to mount him? Now that seemed like an absurd idea, and yet here he was, tail lifting to expose his dark, forbidden entrance. Vel... was bottoming? It didn't seem right.

It wasn't.

"If you like the taste of cum so much," the dragon chuckled, "come get a taste of something stronger."

It took a moment for that to sink in, but once it did, Zaro wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"You... want me to..." he began, but Vel cut over him.

"It's clean," he interjected, "you won't find any trace of foreign matter in there... none that was prey, at any rate. Since you're so eager to taste our fluids, you might as well get the full experience. Besides, it's fitting for you to be down there, rimming me... teach you some humility." Hearing all this made Zaro's previously confident mind crumble, knowing he would never be able to lower himself so far as to... as to put his mouth anywhere near such a disgusting place, no matter how clean the dragon claimed it to be.

"No..." he muttered, his mind resolute against participating in the act, "I... won't." He knew he would be disappointing the dragons, but he didn't care this time. It was too far. Vel immediately stood back up properly, lowering his tail and turning back to face the uncooperative man.

"Very well," the black dragon said, in a strangely calm voice which Zaro hadn't been expecting. He watched as the dragon walked over to Bronx, exchanging a look with him before a silent agreement was reached. Standing up Bronx motioned to the exit to the room, and Saar and Raith stood up also.

"We are retiring for now," the red dragon told Zaro, "think on your answer, and we will be back later." With those words spoken, Zaro watched as the dragon filed out of the room, First Bronx, then Raith, and then Saar. Vel looked back at him with a disappointed expression before shaking his head and following the others, leaving the cum-covered human alone on his own once more. Their footsteps echoed into the distance as the hunter slowly sat down upon the stone slab, his eyes tracing back to the flickering fire to his right. Seeing Vel's expression, and the other dragon's reactions, he knew that they were disappointed in him, yet were not going to give up on him just yet.

Now that he was alone he could smell the semen that covered every inch of his naked body. He didn't have any way of getting it off, and even if he consumed a lot of it there would still be too much. Scooping some more from his stomach he sighed and began to drink it down, enjoying the pearly spunk as it filled his hungry belly. It crossed his mind whether it was truly worse to rim the mighty dragon than swallowing his seed, but his brain was too against it to care. All he knew was that everything his mind told him was indicating such acts were beyond what he could handle. Once he was no longer hungry he looked over his body and sighed, seeing just how much of the warm, white mating juice still stained his body. He felt tired all of a sudden, as though his body was a physically drained as his mind. Not really caring about being so messy he simply lay down on the smooth stone, curling up into a ball as he fell into an easy sleep, unable to keep his mind off the past hour as he slipped into dreams.

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(More to come in the second installment, stay tuned)