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Muskie fidgeted as he stood at Lorel's front door. To say that he was nervous would have been a gross understatement. He hadn't seen the dragon in over a month, thanks to his friend being rather busy with his job. They'd talked a few times online, but when the dragon began to throw out chemical names and talking about his work, it was usually a bit much for him. Finally, his friend had some time off and had invited him over to hang out and relax for a bit. The otter's cheeks flushed a bit as he squirmed, remembering the last time they had hung out for a while.

He was just trying to discreetly adjust the growing bulge in his pants when the door swung open. The red smirked as he leaned against the frame for a second before wordlessly allowing Muskie to enter. He stood in the foyer for a second as the dragon locked up the door behind him. A heavy hand smacked him on the ass hard enough to make him jump and squeak. "Got things set up in the den." Rubbing his stinging rump, the blushing otter followed in behind the dragon.

Together, they went down the stairs and into the semi-dark den. The room had changed a lot since Muskie had last seen it. The single florescent light overhead had been replaced by some recessed lighting, which all glowed dimly in their holes. Even in the dim light, he could spot speakers hanging from the walls. A brand new, massive TV hung from a wall, showing the menu screen to some movie. Opposite the TV was a massive couch, one of those huge L-shaped ones. Lorel was already there, the overstuffed leather forming around the drake as he flopped onto it. "Done some improvement?" his cheeks burned a bit after asking the rather obvious question. Lorel let it pass as he kicked up a foot and stretched, "Yeah, all that overtime was almost worth it." Muskie looked around the room for moment longer before moving to join the drake on his couch.

Lorel tucked himself into one of the corners, leaving the otter the rest of the couch. Muskie plopped down and squeaked as the seat immediately tried to swallow him up. He struggled back upright, drawing a chuckle from the other male. His cheeks colored slightly as he found a comfortable position that meant he wasn't being consumed by furniture. Lorel fiddled with a tablet, turning down the lights and starting up the movie. The pair sat there for a short moment as the movie began to play.

The intro had just barely rolled before Muskie was creeping his way closer to the red. Lorel didn't seem to notice as the sneaky mustelid moved in. Glancing up, he could see the movie reflected in the drake's eyes as he eased on over. The way that his friend was seated meant that getting to his junk would be child's play. He tucked in against the dragon's side, reaching a hand out to knead the male's groin. Lorel's chest thrummed as the fingers played against his body. With each pass of his fingers, Muskie felt that bulge growing larger. It was only a matter of seconds before he could feel the male's shape through the soft fabric of his shorts. The male's purring deepened as the otter's fingers traced his length. Muskie wiggled in closer, feeling his own malehood pressing against his underwear.

He lifted the band on the drake's shorts and churred as the cock sprang forth and landed on the male's scaled belly with a meaty slap. That noise made Muskie grin. He loved that meaty thwap of a firm cock slapping against flesh. Lorel leaned back, shifting to let the otter have more access to his groin. Muskie churred and pressed his nose against the dragon's ball sac, inhaling his muskie aroma. "Chrrrr," his jaw quivered as he nuzzled his way up along the male's shaft. He swept his nose back and forth along the ridges that spanned the cock's underside. Left to right, then up to the next ridge, reverse direction, repeat.

By the time he reached the tip, the dragon had released a healthy bead of precum. "Mrrraomph." Closing his mouth around the tip, he let his cheeks cave in as he sucked around it. A thrill raced along his spine as the dragon groaned over him and arched up towards him. Reaching down, the otter adjusted his own pants as he worked his tongue around the dragon's tip. He was basking in that lovely taste invading his mouth as he swept up more of the clear stuff. Once he had adjusted himself a little, the otter pushed his head down, taking more of the cock into his warm mouth. He stopped just before it touched the back of his throat and lifted up. Muskie began to bob his head quickly, turning it just a little bit this way and that as he worked over his friend's dick.

Lorel wasn't going to sit idly by either. One of his hands moved down to Muskie's pants and tugged at them, "Rrrr, take them off." When the otter started to pull away, the dragon's other hand fell to his head and held him down. "Nah uh, keep blowing me while you do it." The otter's ears flushed, but he did as he was asked. Squirming around, he managed to get his pants open enough to let them start to slide down. They'd barely come open before the dragon's hand slipped in and grabbed his cock. The scales on Lorel's palm were as soft as velvet against his firm length. The drake slipped his fingers against the male's tip, getting them slicked by the ott's precum, before starting to jerk the length.

"Mmmrrph," moaned the otter as he moved his head faster now. His senses were starting to reel now. He was panting with each bob of his head, slurping air around the dragon's crown before blowing it out of his nose. Tightening his lips, he let them pop along the male's ridges to bring the drake just a bit higher. A few seconds later, his lips began to tingle and his tongue started to feel odd. Shrugging it off, he pushed himself further, reaching up to stroke the part of the male's cock that wasn't fitting into his mouth. His hands rolled the male's balls, massaging them with his fingers. A shiver ran through him at their weight, making the fur along his spine lift. His ears perked as he listened to the dragon's increasing grunts and groans as he blew his friend. Turning his head, he ran his tongue along the shaft; "Orraammm," he groaned, the world tilting suddenly. He lost control of his body, slumping against the dragon. Remotely, he was awake of the fact that he managed to take the big male down to the root, letting the cock slip right into his relaxed throat. Then, there was blackness.

Muskie groaned as he began to rouse. He worked his mouth for a moment, feeling like someone had crammed some cotton into his maw. The last thing he remembered was that he'd been giving Lorel a blow job, then everything went all funny. Opening his gummy eyes, he blinked against the near-darkness of the room he was in. There were a few things that were glowing in the dim light. Tanks and vials of stuff that bubbled. When he tried to roll over, or for that matter, move at all, he found that he was strapped down to something!

Before he could panic too much, a bright overhead light came on, nearly blinding him with its sudden brilliance. After he managed to blink away the spots, Muskie took a moment to look around the room. He was strapped down to what looked like an examination table you'd find in a doctor's office. His hands were strapped to a band that crossed his chest, holding him down. His feet were bound as well, but they were hooked to a pair of stirrups that kept them spread. Turning his attention from himself, he looked around the room. Vats, jars, and tubes bubbled away on some counters, while others held things inside of colored liquid. All kinds of equipment, most of which he couldn't begin to imagine what it was used for, was scattered around the room.

His ears perked at the sound of steady footsteps coming towards him. A familiar dragon stepped into the room, consulting a clipboard. Lorel had shed his clothes from earlier. Now he only wore an overly long lab coat, which was cast open to show off his erection, and a wild gray wig. The male glanced over the top of the clipboard and grinned. "Twenty minutes, excellent. I had wondered if the sedative I'd placed on my penis had rubbed off before you got to it." He crossed to the table in a couple long steps, stopping at the bedside. Muskie chewed on the ball gag in his mouth and looked up as the male noted something on the clipboard. The dragon fished a remote out of his pocket and tapped a button on it. "Subject #24, session one recording." He set the camcorder remote onto a tray beside the table and idly reached down to stroke his own cock. "Subject is responding well to the sedative, appears fully alert and aware twenty minutes after losing consciousness. As for the injection given while the subject was out," Muskie hissed around the gag as the dragon reached out to grab his cock, finding the length as hard as a steel post. "He is responding very well. Beginning stimulation."

Muskie writhed on the bed as he watched the dragon put down the clipboard and move between his spread legs. He settled himself on a stool, scooting it in closer. The otter could only watched, his cock throbbing with need, as the dragon carefully examined his groin. "Testes are engorged. Subject will likely require several releases before he is satisfactorily drained." His warm, velvety hands closed around the otter's balls, rolling them between his fingers. "Hrm, testicles have grown approximately fifty percent in the time allowed." He produced a bottle of lube and began to smear it along the otter's cock. "Beginning stage one. Applying stimulation directly do the penis."

"Rrrrmmm," Muskie moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as the dragon smeared the slick stuff all over his cock. It wasn't just a quick slick either, the dragon took his time to spread the sweet-smelling lube over every single inch of the otter's length. By the time he was ready to start, the otter was squirming as much as the bonds allowed.

"Beginning stimulation." It was a wonder that Muskie didn't blow right there.

Lorel immediately wrapped his mouth around the top half of the otter's hard length, letting that tongue of his get right to work. His other hand was pumping at the bottom half, fingers gliding across the flesh as they flew up and down. If he could have, the otter would've been curled up from the sudden pleasure that rocked him. Whimpering into the gag, he tensed against the bonds. "Mmmph...Mmrrf...OOMRPH!" It only took seconds before the dragon's extremely talented tongue had him right on the edge. Before his cock could fully tense, the male pulled his head back with a wet pop and let his hand slip and slide over the wet banana. The first blast shot up over the otter's head, landing on the rubberized sheet under him. The rest splashed against his chest, neck, and even his face. Lorel's expert hands pumped up and down his length, curling this way and that, all to get the most out of the mustelid that he could. Even after he fired his last, the dragon continued to jerk his length for several more seconds.

Finally, the male stopped and rose from his seat, wiping his fingers off on the otter's thigh. "Subject's first session ended surprisingly quick. Might be a side effect, will examine further at a later time." His eyes drifted upwards, examining the otter's belly. "The volume is impressive. The subject produced enough semen to cover most of his neck, eliminating the need to give him a pearl necklace from any other source." He walked around the bound male slowly, purring as his fingers traced the outer edges of the white mess. "The distance achieved by the male is no less impressive." His hand swept along Muskie's head, easily undoing the gag. Before the otter could do more than spit out the ball, he found his head being tilted back so that the dragon could thrust into his mouth.

"Rrramph."

Lorel ignored the noise as he thrust against the wet mouth, hissing under his breath. "The subject managed to fire a load several inches beyond his shoulder. Will allow a moment of rest before moving to further stimulation." Lifting onto his toes, Lorel cupped the back of his friend's head with one hand. He drove right up to his root, snarling as the otter's throat clenched at his cock. "RRRAAAAZZZ." Each thrust made his scaled balls slap against the male's nose, giving the otter a great snoutful of the drake's musky scent. Before, the otter hadn't been lax when it came to giving his friend head, but maybe that was one of the problems. Lorel had been waiting to get off for nearly a half-hour, teasing himself to keep his cock up and ready.

His hands clamped onto the table as he fucked the otter's mouth. He could feel the male under him trying to bring his mouth and tongue into play. There wasn't much that Muskie could really do, not at the pace that the dragon had chosen. Each roll of his hips nearly pulled his cock out of the mammal's mouth, his tip sliding against dark lips. Then it was back in, forcing his tree right up to its roots. The male's throat spasmed around him, trying to either push him out or pull him deeper, it really didn't matter. The only thing that was important was how great it felt. "One day I'm gonna, rrrrf, have you trained, snrrRRl, to do this on your own!" Lorel let his head roll back, tongue falling from his mouth. "Your throat is better than any pussy I've ever fucked. Tight, wet, and squeezes harder than any female. Even when they're in season."

He could feel his climax building up. His gut clenched, muscles tensing as the orgasmic wave built within him. Lorel snarled as he jerked his hips back, moving both hands to Muskie's head. Cupping the otter's head and jaw with his hands, the dragon held his tip just inside of the male's lips. Immediately, Muskie's tongue went to work on his crown, flicking against it. "RRRRRGH!" came the mighty growl as the red unleashed. His cock exploded in the other male's maw, blasting the otter with his thick cream. Muskie's eyes went wide as the first blast filled his mouth almost to capacity. The second spray hit before his throat could even begin to work. Hot, thick dragon sperm escaped his tightly sealed lips, running down his cheeks. Swallowing, he tried to keep up with the flow, but it was too much. For every bit he was able to gulp down, there was twice as much fired into him. By the time the dragon stepped away from him, he could feel the thick spunk running through his hair and dripping down onto the ground.

The dragon's mouth hung open as he alternately purred and panted. Having spent it's current load, his cock began to soften a bit, waiting for it's next turn. He left Muskie ungagged for the moment, just allowing the male to catch his breath. Moving around the table, he allowed himself a little smile when his eyes fell upon the otter's erection. "Subject appears to have a remarkable recovery rate." One of his talons slide over the cock's underside. "Moreover, it appears as if the otter's testes have recovered as well." The hand dipped lower, weighing each of the orbs. "The weight is similar to earlier. Proceeding to second stage."

Muskie was barely aware of what Lorel was doing, just that the dragon was wheeling something over towards him. His head rolled from side to side, but he couldn't see too much. At least not until the drake came over and adjusted the seat under him, making him sit up. He was still bound to the table, but at least he was able to see what was going on now. And more than that, he could stare in amazement at how big his balls had grown. They were maybe twice the size they'd been earlier! He was about to comment on it, but a look over at the drake made him close his mouth. He'd just gotten the gag out his mouth, best not to invite the hard rubber to be crammed back into his jaws.

The dragon had wheeled over a cart with a strange machine on top of it. Lorel was perched back on his stool, and was currently hooking up some seriously heavy duty wires to the contraption. Muskie chewed on his bottom lip as he watched the drake pull out some pads, clips, and shiny metal tools from a drawer. Craning his head, he stared as Lorel put some strange device over his balls. The rubber was cool, but thankfully not cold, against his flesh. It pulled a little tight against his base, but not as tight as some things he'd had around there. The wire coming off it did worry him a little. But maybe it was some type of super-thin vibe. Something he'd never heard of before maybe?

The next thing was something he was familiar with. Although it'd been a while since he'd seen a stainless steel butt plug. Lorel was humming softly to himself as he rubbed lube over the metal surface. Not just any lube, the dragon was actually using some olive oil. He was aching to ask why, but once again he opted to keep his mouth shut for now. A quirk swirl of the dragon's fingers slicked up his tailhole. He yelped at the feel of cool metal against his tailhole, tensing against the bonds. "Big baby," cooed Lorel as he pushed the toy deeper. Between the polished metal, the slick oil, and the otter's own rump, it was fairly easy to push the plug in. It was still a big object though. The flare stretched him briefly before he clenched down on the other side, holding it in place. Its size didn't bother him nearly as much as the thing's temperature. It was icy cold!

Muskie squirmed on the seat as he bit his bottom lip. He knew that the plug would warm up, but for several long seconds, it felt like he had a chunk of ice crammed up his ass. The cold distracted him long enough that he almost missed what happened next. After swiping his slick hand over the otter's cock, smearing a bit more of the lube onto the flesh, Lorel slid a rubbery cage around the cock. Like the toy on his balls, this rubber was a little tight, but stretched easily enough to cradle his tender bits. Curiosity got the better of the mustelid, "What's all that for?" The dragon just looked at him for a second before leaning over and grabbing the gag. "Whrrrrn, do I have to?" he tried to look as cute as he could with a pout, but the expression on the scaled one made him sigh and open his mouth.

When Lorel put the gag back into place, Muskie crinkled his nose and sniffed. With the oil on his hands, there was no way the otter could miss the scent of the lube. He gave the gag a little lick and found some had made it to that as well. Since when did the dragon use olive oil as a lubricant? He didn't linger on the oddity too long. Especially when the dragon pinched both of his nipples. The otter shivered and moaned into the gag as the slick fingers played with his teats. He watched dreamily as the male brought them to nice, firm peaks, and then pinched them both with a clamp. Like everything else, the clamps held on firmly, but not hard enough to really hurt him. Although the wires running from the clamps made him more than a little curious.

"Begin charging apparatus." Muskie's eyes grew as large as dinner plates when the dragon flipped a switch on the box. Electrical arcs began dancing up a Jacob's ladder attached to the box, adding a sinister zap and pop to the whole affair. Now he was getting a bit freaked out.

"Charging complete. Begin stimulation."

Lorel twisted a dial and Muskie pulled against his bonds, moaning into the gag as his cock tensed. The flesh tower twitched as blood filled it, making it swell and stand even taller. Then, the stimulation was gone and he relaxed some. His eyes rolled in his head as the otter panted, shivering on the examination table. He only had a moment of rest before the device activated again. Body quivering like a bowstring, the otter growled out a moan through his gag. "Rrrrrrffmmm..." Slumping in the bonds, his chest heaved as he looked towards his friend. The drake was purring, rubbing his fingers over his cock tip. A spark began climbing the ladder again with a harsh buzz. As the bright arc rose higher, the otter tensed once more, his cock straining against the conductive rubber cage surrounding it. With a loud zap, the electrical bridge leapt into the air and vanished, taking the rousing feeling with it. Bzzt, arch, "Mmmf!" zap, and relax. Again and again, the otter's pleasure rose with each bright spark, cresting with the electrical crack, and relaxed. After a few tingling hums, he felt a jolt shoot through his nipples, making him gasp.

After less than a dozen climbing sparks, the otter began to lose count. His world was focused on the feel of that strange, buzzing pleasure against his cock. It seemed to go on forever, but then end far too soon. How long had they been doing this? Only minutes maybe, but it seemed like hours, maybe even days to the bound male. His glazed eyes were locked onto the ladder, watching the glowing spider climb each time. Never enough to take him over the edge. It was truly maddening.

Just when he thought he might go insane from it, Lorel mumbled something and moved. He didn't notice the dragon moving until the clicking of a dial reached his ears. The next time the spark began to climb the metal poles, the buzzing moved to his balls as well. "Blrubrulblub," mumbled the male as he squirmed. Muskie's eyes crossed as his hips wiggled on the seat But the mad scientist wasn't done with him just yet. Another dial began to click as it was twisted. With each click, the Jacob's ladder began to spark faster. The otter's nearly bugged out of his skull as his hips jerked madly. It was just a matter of moments before he blew. It was far from an impressive display, covering his groin in the thick creamy messy. "Impressive, but not the desired result." He watched for a moment before grinning.

The snap of another dial turning cut through the otter's moans. That smooth metal plug that had been crammed up the male's rear began to spark as well, delivering its pleasurable bite right to a certain gland.

"RRRRMM!" scream the otter into his gag, his entire body tensing up tight. So close on the heels of his last climax, it took him almost no time to fire again. This time, the dragon got the result more in line with what he wanted. Cum blasted from the otter's tense length, arching up high enough to almost hit the lights overhead, before raining back down on his body. The dragon adjusted the timing a little, stroking his cock with one hand as he took in the sight before him. He found a pace that he liked and watched with a purr. One gushing shot after another, the otter drained his heavy balls. Lorel grinned, lips peeling back to reveal his teeth as he ran his fingers over his cock. He wasn't going to seek his own finish. Not yet. Not when he had so much more planned for the evening.

When the otter stopped pumping out as much seed, then Lorel turned down the machine. Slowly, so as not to shock his partner too much. With a sharp click, the machine turned off and fell silent. It wasn't the only thing that fell quiet either. Muskie was slumped against the table, breathing steadily but his eyes were shut. Lorel rose from his stool, worried about his friend. Getting up, he checked over Muskie's eyes and pulse, chuckling when he realized that he'd just pushed the otter a bit too far. He looked over the male and smirked, watching some thick globs of cum roll down the male's springy pelt. As things stood, he had two options on how to handle things. He could let Muskie stay here, and make more of a mess. Or he could wake up the otter and get him cleaned up before there was too much of a mess left in the room.

There really was only one choice, wasn't there?

Muskie jerked awake with a gasp, which only made his nose burn more. Pulling away from the smell, he rubbed his nose and coughed to get the smell out. It was so pungent and burned at his nostrils so much, that it took him several seconds to realize that his bonds were gone. It didn't take long to spot Lorel, standing near where his head had been, holding a little ammonia packet. "Come on, gonna clean you up before you make too much of a mess here." The otter looked over himself and shivered at the amount of cum oozing down his body. "What about the stuff here?" Lorel waved a hand, "It'll get cleaned up later."

Leading the way through the house, it seemed that Lorel's little "science lab" was in the basement, up to his master bedroom. The dragon had a rather large jacuzzi tub. More than large enough for them to splash around in if it came to it. Which it probably would knowing the pair of them. Especially since Lorel was still sporting a nice erection. Muskie skipped past the red drake and nearly dove into the water. He churred as he splashed around a bit, running fingers along his fur to get rid of the mess he'd made. Lorel waited outside of the tub for a moment, starting up the jets. Twisting and turning, Muskie savored the feel of the hot water being shot against his fur.

He surfaced for a gulp of air before ducking back into the pool and twisting around, rubbing his hands against his belly to get out a stubborn spot. His tail brushed against Lorel's legs as the drake joined him, and he grinned as he sat up to tease the drake some more. Before his head could break the surface, a strong hand wrapped around his neck and pushed him back down. He flailed about for a second, splashing at the water as his thick tail was jerked upright. He managed to brace himself against one of the built-in seats as Lorel rammed into his tailhole. Even though he'd been stretched out by the plug earlier, the dragon was still big enough to make him gasp as his ass was stretched. He pushed back into the male's thrust as he lifted his head. Lorel leaned over him, pushing his head down against the seat as he plowed forward, not stopping till he was balls-deep in the male.

"Snrrrrf," snarled the dragon as he held the otter down. Water splashed over the edge of the tub as he hammered the male with brutal thrusts. The tub's swirling jets obscured the otter, any bubbles that might have escaped his mouth lost amongst the swirling, turbulent water. He smirked down at his partner/victim and rolled his hips just so. There was no mistaking the bubbling gasp that escaped the otter's mouth as the ridges on his cock rippled across the male's prostate. Even if he had missed that, it was hard to ignore the way the male's rear grabbed at his wang.

Muskie tried to keep his grip on the seat as his friend jack hammered his ass. His lungs were starting to burn just a little, chest heaving as he fought against his need to breath. Normally, he would be able to hold his breath for several minutes. This was far from usual circumstances though. Biting his bottom lip, the otter tried to hold on as best he could. But despite his best efforts, a trickle of bubbles still escaped his nose and lips. He whimpered and clenched his eyes shut, focusing his attention on the pleasure building in his groin. Each hammer-blow from the red male shoved him further up that mountain. Lights started to dance behind his eyes as his body alternately relaxed and tightened up.

Before he could slip away, he felt himself getting jerked upwards. His head broke the water as Lorel wrenched him backwards. Muskie gasped at the air, managed to squeak out a cough, and was submerged again. He'd only managed to get a small gulp of air, enough to keep him conscious, but not much else beyond that. More bubbled leaked out of his lips as the world began to swim around in his mind. Lights began to form in the blackness behind his eyes. He felt something inside of him slipping free as his body demanded more air, but was denied due to the hot, swirling water around him. Gradually, he lost his grip on himself. Between one thrust and the next, he felt as if he'd been shoved out of his own body. In the space behind his eyes, the otter could see himself being rutted by the dragon. Hovering over the scene, he bit his lower lip and squirmed, feeling the twin throbs of chest and groin, both needing release.

He was given one as the drake heaved him up again. The image dimmed briefly as he spat out the old air and tried to gulp in some sweet air before he was submerged again. As the need of his lungs faded, the throbbing of his groin surged forward. He rolled his hips and bubbled out a whimper as his groin grew tighter and tighter. In a flash, Lorel changed his grip on the otter, both hands falling to the male's hips. With the new grip, he jerked the smaller male around, creating new angles that hadn't existed before. He didn't push Muskie over the edge so much as just catapult him over it. The otter's eyes snapped open as he screamed under the water, his cock leaping to spray into the water. He felt as much as heard the dragon's snarl as he ripped his cock out of the clenching tailhole. Three fingers were crammed into ass before it could cinch back down. Those three digits pressed hard against his prostate, milking and rubbing it. Muskie bubbled out another moan as he gave up everything that he could.

Thanks to the treatment he'd been receiving for the last... he lost count of time honestly, Muskie could barely move. It didn't seem like his dragon friend was under any type of weakness. The otter was heaved out of the tub and dropped onto a heavy towel on the floor. The dragon pounced before he could do more than squirm on the ground. A heavier body pinned him to the fluffy expanse as his thick tail was wrenched away from his tailhole. The massive dragon cock was pounded back into his hole, the male's hot breath puffing against his neck as he growled and snarled. "Grrsssrrrnnn..." Sharp teeth dug into his shoulder as the dragon bit down.

Hot breath puffed against his neck as hands gripped his arms in a bruising grip. "Wwwmmmmph," whined the otter as he arched up towards the red male, his body aching and shivering slightly. His head was still swimming and his ass was sore from the barbarous buttfuck he was on the receiving end of. The dragon was literally dropping himself down with each thrust. It was as if he were trying to use Muskie to break through the tile floor. The teeth dug into his shoulder harder, almost to the point of breaking flesh. Moments before Muskie could gather himself to push back into the dragon, his friend pulled away with a hiss. "RRRRRRMMFFSSSS!" came the mighty roar as the dragon dropped heavily against him, pinning him against the floor as he exploded. The dragon pumped a massive amount of cum into his backside. By the second spray of cum, the thick goo was leaking out of his rear. The third spurt sent the spunk running down across his own balls. The dragon was done in a few seconds, pulling back with a growl. His cock popped out with a wet slorp, cum running out of the otter's ass.

The bath had done a fairly good job of getting him cleaned up. But now, Lorel had left him with the problem of even thicker, hotter cum soaking into his pelt and running down his body.

Chest heaving, the drake stood up and moved over to the sink. Getting a washcloth wet in the sink, the dragon cleaned himself up briefly. He didn't even look over at the sprawled otter. "Get cleaned up before you come to bed. And don't forget to wipe up the water you spilled on the floor." And then, he strolled easily out of the bathroom, feet slapping on the tiles as he vanished into the darkened bedroom.

Muskie had to lay there for a moment, ass throbbing and legs feeling like overcooked noodles. Bracing himself on the counter, he managed to heave himself upright where he could look into the mirror. His ears laid back as he blushed at the sight of his body. Despite the time he'd spent in the swirling water, his front still bore a coat of his own spunk. Glancing over his shoulder, he shivered at the feel of the dragon's molten seed running down his butt and dripping onto the tiles. Grabbing a wash cloth and a brush, he went to work on cleaning himself up before joining the dragon in bed.

Speaking of which, he wondered if Lorel would give him a copy of the tape.