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It was eighteen years ago when it happened.

The region around the Nekume mountains was under the protection of a pair of mated dragons, Runalesca and Hiosky, a blue female and a red male, respectively. Human villages dotted the area known as Rhufune, a general alliance of primitive villages bound by the guardianship of the two dragons.

The villages had grown since that day, eighteen cycles of the sun ago. To the pair of long-lived dragons, the years were barely noticeable but for one single reason. The villages turned into towns, and as they advanced and enlarged, they relied less and less upon the stewardship of Runalesca and Hiosky. The dragons, in turn, asked for less payment from the humans of their lands, but they ever remained as friends to all they had protected.

The human elders and lords of those once tiny villages had long passed away since that day, and hearing stories of their departures from this world only served to make the dragons know how quickly their own son was maturing.

Jacob. Runalesca hadn't been able to learn his real name before it was too late. Jacob was their son. Their adopted son. He was but a baby eighteen years ago, cherished in his mother's arms. A beautiful baby human boy.

The mother had been part of a caravan. They'd been moving to another village when the bandits struck. Runalesca had heard the cries from the road while she was flying in the skies, and she'd dashed to the source of the screams with all the speed her powerful wing muscles would give her.

A blue blur appeared from the skies to rescue the caravan, ice freezing the bandits cold in their tracks. Runalesca was a blue frost dragon, larger than a horse but not as big as one of the old trees of the forest, and she had no problem dispatching the intruders on her land. She used her freezing breath attack, favoring it over what she considered to be unsavory physical violence, but she cried out in horror after she had finished turning the bandits into frozen corpses. There were no visible survivors around the remains of the caravan, the wagons all upturned and broken.

But there was a cry. She followed the sound until she found a woman in the fetal position, her arms clutching a wailing baby. Runalesca had seen that she'd been pierced by two arrows in the back, and there was little chance she could be saved. She moved around them until she could see the mother's face. She was still alive but dying.

The mother had choked when she saw the dragon, one of the protectors of their realm. Her breathing was labored, but she'd managed to gesture to her child and speak.

"Please," she'd said, her voice barely a whisper, "please save him."

And so Runalesca did. With no other survivors in sight, she'd placed the baby into her claws. "I'm sorry I could not save you," she'd said, "but he will be safe, I assure you."

Runalesca flew off after the mother had died with a small smile on her lips, content that her baby would be watched over by a dragon.

The boy had cried the entire flight back, and Runalesca felt a strange desire to protect the child. She wanted to raise him herself, her maternal instinct wanting her to do so. It was a difficult decision, but she alone would not decide the boy's fate.

Hiosky had not wanted to bear a child. He had felt that they weren't ready despite the fact that they'd been mated for nearly a decade. Runalesca had wanted a drakeling for a while, but Hiosky would not humor her desire. The baby boy she'd held in her claws was not a dragon hatchling, but she wanted to watch him grow nonetheless, both to fulfill her own desire and to respect the wishes of the dearly departed mother.

After all, what was to guarantee that the child would go to a good human family if she were to give him up?

Hiosky had found the idea ridiculous at first, but the inquisitive male allowed his mate a week to think carefully over the situation. He watched over the course of that week as his mate cared for the baby as if he had been hatched from her own egg, her devotion as resolute as his to the gathering of knowledge. In fact, it was that final appeal to his intellect that forced his hand: Runalesca had begged him to think of what he could learn from rearing a human child. To learn first-hand about the development of a human from such a young age was too great a goal for the flaming red dragon to refuse.

And so Jacob became their son. Hiosky named him for an elder of one of the villages in Rhufune that had recently passed away, one that both he and his mate had been particularly fond of. The name was also a constant reminder, Hiosky had warned, that the boy would become an adult human within a relatively short time in terms of dragon years, and that Runalesca would most likely live to bury her adopted child.

So it was that she treasured every day she had with him. It had been difficult at first, figuring what a human baby wanted and needed, but they had plenty of items, all payments and tribute from the villages of Rhufune, within their cave.

When orders for milk, bedding, baby clothes, and other uncharacteristic objects went out to the surrounding villages, Hiosky and Runalesca had decided to keep the child a secret. They doubted anybody would trouble them for adopting a human baby, but they decided to keep him away from any potential trouble, in any case.

Runalesca almost never left the baby's side the entire duration of its infancy. She fed him like she would a hatchling,

Hiosky, meanwhile, had no time left for his studies. He enjoyed reading through many of the human's textbooks, but since Runalesca's infatuation with Jacob, he had to spend all his time hunting and patrolling Rhufune, picking up the slack his mate left for him. In what little spare time he had, he kept a journal written detailing the growth and development of the baby, the book specially made for dragons to write in with claw-ink.

But like he had warned, the boy grew quickly. Ten years came and went, and their cave had been retrofitted with rugs for carpeting, torches for lighting, and a whole human-sized bed was set inside one of the inner chambers. Their son had grown into a strapping young boy, eager to please his foster parents.

Jacob had always known that the dragons weren't his biological parents, but he had known their faces since he could remember; he could not recall his real mother's appearance at all. Regardless, he loved the dragons, especially his foster mother, and she was especially fond of him.

Hiosky, on the other hand, had more difficulty attaching himself to his adopted son. He considered him an intellectual curiosity at best, but things soon started changing when the boy began to learn.

It began when Jacob had asked if he could read the books his father did. Hiosky taught him, and to his surprise, he learned the common language easily. It was the beginning of the development of pride, pride in his son.

Then he taught the boy to hunt. Hiosky had forgotten how it was to hunt without flight, so he had to remember how he'd done it when he was a still a grounded drakeling, wings still not yet developed enough to take to the skies. The boy proved to have an affinity for hunting as well, especially when using a bow which substituted for Hiosky's fire breath.

When Jacob brought back his own deer the first time, Hiosky couldn't help but feel elated. His relationship with him had tightened, and he was proud to call him his son.

More years passed, and before the dragons knew it, eighteen cycles of the sun had passed since that day Runalesca had rescued their adopted son from certain death.

Jacob had grown into a handsome young man, his body well-built from all the hunting he did. He'd carry his own catch back to the cave on his back if he could, or he'd use a sled he had built to pull prey back that he couldn't carry. Naturally, he had tough muscles lining his arms, and clearly defined abs dotted his stomach. His skin was tanned from being outside all the time, and his hair was a slightly bleached brown. His clothing often didn't fit him when he was growing up since his foster parents had no idea what size they should've been looking for, but he had a simple brown tunic now that fit him fine in his current state.

At eighteen years old, the young man couldn't help but feel the wanderlust that afflicted so many of his age. He wanted to go out beyond the borders of his parents' hunting grounds and see the world. He wanted to travel and see what was out there, and like he had read in some of his father's novels, he wanted to make a name for himself and make his parents proud of him, though proud they were already.

And he had another yearning. He wanted something his father possessed: another person to love and live with. Yet, he was not sure how courtship was supposed to work, and for no particular reason, he found it embarrassing to ask about the mechanics of mating.

He didn't know why, truth be told, but it felt like a topic that he simply should not ask about. He had learned by himself while washing in the nearby river alone some years ago how to deal with the, at the time, strange hardening of his penis. The pleasure he had learned he could create with his tool was an exhilarating discovery, but he had never seen his father play with his thing like he did so he'd decided it was not an appropriate topic for discussion. His father had told him that waste fluid was supposed to travel through his penis, so he simply considered the sticky white stuff that came out when he rubbed it also waste.

He remembered how one time he had come home early from a hunting round early because he had cut his leg on a vine. The wound had been harmless though it hurt, but he decided it would've been wise to go home early because of all of the potential poisons he had read about in his father's herbalism books. He wanted to have his father check it, but when he came back he heard loud groaning noises with the occasional slapping sound, so he rushed inside quietly to see what was happening.

He'd seen his foster parents hugging each other tightly, from what he knew. He didn't know what they were doing, but his mother caught him watching before he could slip away. The only explanation they gave was that they were mating, and they would teach him what it meant when he was an adult.

So he would ask them today. The morning light beamed into their cave, its angle sharp enough to illuminate the deepest crevices. His mother had gone out to visit a village, so he would ask his father.

As usual, Hiosky was in his study chamber. He was sitting on his haunches in front of a dragon-sized book, his trimmed claw tip dripping with black ink. He had just finished writing a sentence and began dipping his claw into his ink vial when he noticed his son stroll into the study.

"Hello son," the red dragon said.

"Good morning, father," Jacob greeted.

Hiosky had to admit that the boy had an incredibly imposing figure for a human. The light pouring in from behind almost made him look like a legendary knight despite his simple clothing. But he didn't care at all about his species anymore: the boy had the heart of a dragon, and he was his son no matter what happened.

The dragon wiped off the dripping ink on a piece of cloth and smiled. "Ready to tackle trigonometry this morning?"

Jacob smiled back with his usual cheery disposition. "No, father. I want to learn about, umm, mating."

Hiosky's eyes shot open and he jerked his paw back from the cloth. He noticed the worried look on his son's face as if he were afraid he had done something offensive, so he sighed and shook his head. Jacob was his son, but he was an adult now in human terms, and he couldn't deprive him of such important information.

"Ah," the dragon said, "alright. I suppose you're old enough to learn now. What do you want to know?"

"Umm," the human replied, his finger tapping his chin, "well, for starters, what is mating anyway?"

Hiosky closed his eyes and nodded. Simple answers first, thankfully. "Well, it's how most living things reproduce."

"Reproduce?"

"Yes. Make more of ourselves."

"How does it work?"

"Well, you need a female."

"Like how you have mother?"

"Yes."

"Then what?"

The red dragon shifted his eyes. Now comes the uncomfortable part, he thought. "Well, you have to spill your seed into a female."

"My seed?"

"Ah. Have you figured out how to masturbate yet?"

Jacob scratched his head. "What's masturbate mean?"

"Oh, well, have you rubbed your penis until it felt really good yet?"

The human jumped, his cheeks flushing red. "Yes," he said, his voice distinctly lower.

Hiosky nodded. The conversation was going into forbidden territory rather quickly, but his son deserved to know so he did his best to act natural so as to not make the topic seem difficult to talk about. "Have you shot out a white fluid from it yet?"

"Umm, yes," the human responded.

"That's your seed."

"Oh."

Hiosky smiled and got a little more comfortable. "You put your penis into a female's vagina, and then you rock back and forth until you shoot your seed inside her. That's called having sex."

Jacob took a moment to let the information sink in. "And that's how I make a baby?"

"Yes. For humans, the baby stays inside the woman until nine months later, if I recall correctly."

"I see," Jacob said. He thought about it a bit, and then he raised his eyebrows. "But wait, weren't you and mother having sex? How come you didn't make a baby?"

Hiosky started tapping a claw on one of his thick dark yellow chest scales. The conversation had suddenly become uncomfortable again. "Umm, well," he replied, "you see, you can have sex without making a baby."

"What's it do then?"

"Ah, it's just for pleasure, my boy. You share pleasure with your mate, and I like to call it making love."

"That sounds like it would be pleasant."

Hiosky grinned. "It is, it is. Just don't finish inside her. In fact, it's best if you don't put your penis inside her front hole at all."

"So...in the back one? Where solid waste comes out?"

The dragon waved his paws at him. "It's perfectly fine if you wash or know it's clean beforehand."

Jacob jerked his head back and forth as if he had difficulty digesting the idea. He couldn't fathom how he was supposed to stick his thing inside such a dirty place. "I see," he lied. Perhaps, he thought, he should save mating for making children instead.

"Trust me," the dragon replied, seeing his son's flustering, "it's perfectly fine." Then Hiosky had a sudden boldness overcome him and he added, "Perhaps I should demonstrate how pleasurable it is to be touched back there?"

Jacob was more than flustered now, but curiosity got the better of him. He simply nodded, and his father gave a curt nod in kind.

"Alrighty then," Hiosky said. He raised his right paw and smirked. He kept his left paw's claws sharp and untrimmed, but his right one was a whole different story. While all the digits except the middle one had been trimmed and shaped for different ink-styling to write with, the middle one had been entirely filed to his scales, almost like a well trimmed human fingernail. He had, in fact, filed it for this exact purpose: pleasuring his rear. He did, of course, also use it to help warm his icy mate up when they mated, but right now the only place that thick paw digit was going was up his own hole.

He moved his book aside and left it open to allow the fresh ink to dry, and then he gestured to his son to go outside. Jacob did so, his father following behind, and they left the study chamber. The sun was bright, but they went out of the cave entirely, his father sure that nobody was planning a visit today, and Runalesca had said that she would fly a couple of times around Rhufune after she'd finished her business in the village.

It was better to be outside, anyway. He wouldn't want to stain his carpeting after all.

Hiosky had to be honest with himself: the thought of teaching his son such a subject was beginning to arouse him, and by the time they'd gone outside, the pointed tip of his member had already started slipping out of his slit.

Their cave was at the base of one of the Nekume mountains, and there was only a small clearing right outside that Runalesca kept clear of trees and bushes. Beyond, they were surrounded by forest and greenery, but there was a paved road that led to the clearing. The wagon trail cut through the forest and allowed the people of Rhufune to deliver goods to their dragon guardians, and it was well kept despite the fact that their services were needed less and less. Bandits and other ruffians had learned not to travel near the good people living near the mountain range, and some of the villages had developed into walled cities over the past eighteen years.

Still, the people held a certain pride about having the power of two dragons at their call. They had been hired in more recent years to help in the construction of buildings, so they did not become utterly uncalled upon. In any case, tradition and reverence demanded them to continue fulfilling the dragons' wishes, so Hiosky peered down the road to make sure nobody was in sight, though he knew nobody was due to come for at least another week.

He looked the winding path not once, nor twice, but thrice. Once satisfied that they were alone, the fire dragon relaxed. His head and neck frills flattened slightly, the fleshy webbing having been tensely stretched since he'd started walking out, and he turned his attention back to his son.

"Now then," he said, "feel free to take your clothes off."

Jacob nodded and stripped out of his simple outfit, letting his skin bare as naked as the glimmering crimson scales on his father. He never did quite figure out why his body was so sensitive to the temperature while his foster parents needed no clothes or blankets to cover themselves with.

Hiosky had also been fascinated with humans' fixation on clothing. Many wore ridiculous ones that went far beyond utilitarian which he tossed up to fashion, but they're necessity had been a confusing thing altogether until Jacob was wrought to his observation. Though humans were warm-blooded, they lacked the necessary furs or mechanisms to keep their temperature constant in the cold, and they fared only marginally better in the heat. It was strange to fathom at first, for dragons were neither cold-blooded nor warm-blooded; rather they were completely unique in their own classification. Their body temperatures varied with their respective element, a probable effect of their more magical abilities, but it could've hardly been prudent to call dragons cold-blooded by that definition considering the fact that his own body's internal temperature was hotter than that of a human's.

He smiled while Jacob tossed aside his clothing. His heat had been one of Runalesca's favorite parts about him, especially during mating, but it was also a thing his son had appreciated since the day he'd been brought home in the clutches of his mate. He remembered how the boy would often crawl to him in the night to sleep near him when he was still a baby, the warmth undoubtedly a comfort to him throughout the night. Even when he'd grown up, he still would sleep next to him sometimes.

It was hard to believe that baby boy had grown into the man he saw now. With his clothing gone, Hiosky could see how well the human's life in the wilderness had carved his body into a housing of lean and powerful muscles, his chest built toughly but well proportioned above the six bumps that showed off his strong abdominal muscles. The dragon had seen very few humans that looked as impressive as his son, and he was sure he could stand toe-to-toe with any of them in any test of strength.

Now, the dragon's eyes settled on his son's loins. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Jacob's stuff, but it was the first he'd been able to stare at them so flagrantly since he'd been a child. The man's balls had grown into plump curious things, himself having none outside the protection of his slit, and his currently flaccid cock was notably just as strange to look at: it was just simply odd for him to imagine having one's mating tool outside at all times.

Jacob evidently noticed his father staring at him down there, and his cheeks flushed slightly scarlet, the skin a pale imitation of the color of his father's scales.

The dragon noticed his son's discomfort and coughed. "Right then," he said. "Shall I show you what to do, and then you try it yourself?"

"Uhh, that sounds fine," Jacob said.

Hiosky nodded, and then he looked for a nice spot to recline against. The rocky walls of the mountain didn't particularly bother him, though he did have a special spot a mile down the range. Going there would've been inconvenient, however, as it would take several minutes for his son to follow him there by foot; he hadn't been able to carry the leanly muscled human in flight since he'd started hunting on his own. There was nothing wrong with his wings, but a fully grown human adult was simply too heavy for a dragon of his size to carry in flight. On the other hand, his size did keep him from accidentally hurting his adopted son. The same could not have been said if he'd been as large as the legendary great wyrms of old who were supposedly able to swallow a man whole.

Hiosky's frills at the top of his head twitched. Perhaps he could swallow a man's essence whole instead, if his son would let him. He shook his head and relaxed as he chose a spot: he had expected himself to be more perturbed by his perverted thoughts, but it'd turned out not to be. He almost hoped his son would let him demonstrate how to pleasure another male since, after all, he had no idea whether Jacob would prefer the company of males or females.

In any case, he'd cross that bridge if the opportunity presented itself. He chose a spot where the rock wasn't as jagged, and then he sat down onto his haunches, revealing his red, somewhat flared, tip. He lifted one of his legs to allow his tail to pass through to the front, and then he let himself fall backwards onto the cold stone, his scaled body splayed entirely out for his adopted son to see.

Jacob's eyes focused on his foster father's loins, the man never having seen the dragon's shaft before in such a direct manner. Most of the time the thing remained hidden, for he had tried to look there when he was little, but there would be nothing but smooth, large scales there like the rest of his underbelly.

So it was with intense fascination that the man watched the growing draconic member emerge from its hiding place, the tapered yet lightly flared tip growing far out of the dragon's slit.

The human's own cock reacted in kind, filling with blood as its owner watched another male's do the same. He had an urge to stroke himself off to release then and there, but he managed to wait for his father to begin whatever he was going to do, though he couldn't take his eyes off the uniquely different shape of a dragon's tool. It was almost entirely smooth, and the veins were difficult to see despite it being as large as one of his arms, and the tip was adorned with a small crown unlike the huge flare that capped his own cock.

As if sensing his son's agitation, Hiosky began his lesson. "Now then," he said, "You already know how to rub yourself off, so let's get to the good stuff." He curled a wing over his now fully erect shaft and began rubbing it, the hand-like end of the wing acting as a paw.

Jacob curled his toes. It was another reason to be jealous of his foster parents' wings.

"Go on," his father said, "start pleasuring yourself."

The human nodded nervously and gripped his shaft with his hand. He didn't realize he was completely hard already until he touched it. He obeyed his father's last command, however, despite his flustering.

Hiosky kept on stroking himself while he watched his son beat his meat. It was fascinating and strangely hypnotizing to watch as the human's balls bobbed up and down with each pump of his hand, and he let him keep at it for a minute or two to get comfortable with their mutual display of male virility.

Jacob had closed his eyes and didn't notice his father staring at his stuff, though he was quite sure the dragon was watching him. He was far too jittery to open them to check.

Hiosky's thoughts wandered as he kept on staring at those fully matured seed-makers his son possessed. He couldn't help but think about the children those two bouncy mounds would produce. It might not be long after Jacob departs his home that he'd bear a child, and he could potentially become a grandfather in less than two years. Then again, he was sure the boy would have better judgement than to just impregnate the first woman he met.

But there was another less humorous thought that nagged at the back of his mind. He would live to see his grandson die. And his son. And so on, probably for several generations. It made him feel a bit sad, so he snapped himself out of the depressing trance his son's bobbing balls had taken him into.

The dragon cleared his throat. "Now then," he said, "watch what I do."

Once Hiosky saw his son's eyes following his paw, he proceeded with his lesson. With the dulled claw on his right, he reached down to his tail base and found the ring of fleshy scales that parted when he pressed the digit against them. He stuck the claw in without much fuss, having been accustomed to pleasuring himself this way when Runalesca was away, and then he started to finger himself, sinking the paw digit in and out slowly while his son got used to the idea of sticking a finger up in such a spot.

"Now you try," Hiosky said. "Slowly at first, otherwise it'll hurt. Let your butt get used to it, and then try to go deeper."

"Okay," Jacob said, and then he mimicked his father's indulgence, although he chose to stay standing.

Hiosky wiggled his claw in encouragement, and he watched as his son reached behind and stuck his middle finger into his butt cleft, though he saw him hesitate and pause for a moment. He saw the man fixate on the paw he was holding over his tail hole for a few seconds before he nodded and continued, his curiosity overpowering his nervousness and the inherent repulsiveness he had about touching anything down in the back hatch.

After all, Jacob thought, his father seemed to be enjoying himself. He wriggled his finger in, though his virgin hole resisted, the entrance unyielding and unused to such an intrusion.

Hiosky noticed the trouble his son was experiencing and remembered how difficult it had been the first couple of times he'd fingered himself. "Try licking your finger first," he said. "Don't be afraid to slobber all over it. Then try again."

Jacob did so. When he was sure he had enough saliva on his finger, he tried again. His flesh resisted again, but with the lubrication he was able to tread on through his tight puckered entrance.

Hiosky waited until his finger appeared to go as far as it could. Once it was done, he asked, "Does it feel good?"

"Umm," Jacob replied, "it feels kind of weird."

"That's okay," the dragon said. "It is your first time putting anything in back there after all. Try finding your prostate, it'll feel extremely fine if you stimulate it."

Hiosky watched as his son wriggled his finger, searching for his sweet spot. He let him delve around his rear for a minute before he decided to intervene.

"Ah," the dragon said, "perhaps I should help you."

Jacob pulled his finger out of his ass. "H-help?"

Hiosky nodded, a smile forming on his snout. "Let me show you. Before I begin, let me tell you this. What I'm going to do with you is how a male can mate with another male. If you should choose a male to mate with, then what I'm about to show you will be very important."

Jacob stuttered and took a side-step. "Mate with another male?"

"Yes," Hiosky said. "Mating in such a way won't produce a child, but it is still pleasurable nonetheless.

"I-I see."

"May I?"

Jacob looked at his father's red gleaming cock, the shaft a few shades darker than his scales. It was the length of his arm, so he was sure he wouldn't be able to do anything with it that involved his rear. Hence, curiosity won him over once more, his need to know what his father would show him bubbling to the top of his priorities.

"Okay," he said.

His father nodded and beckoned at him. "Climb up over my belly."

The man did as he was commanded, though he had to awkwardly climb up his father's large belly scales since he wanted to avoid touching his jutting spire.

Jacob failed, however, and the feeling of skin brushing against the dragon cock elicited a light moan from his father. Once the human climbed past the red tapered shaft, Hiosky reached his paws around his son to lift him to his legs so that he was standing and supported by the dragon's arms.

"First off," Hiosky said, "everybody has a hole they can use to pleasure their mate, male or female. Can you guess which?" As if to accentuate his point, he flicked the tip of his forked tongue out of his snout.

"Umm," Jacob said, "mouth?"

Hiosky smiled. "Correct! For a woman, you can use your tongue to delve into her vagina, swirling and tasting her sweet aroma." He shuddered as he thought of the times he ate out of Runalesca's delectable vent. "For a man, you simply suck."

Before Jacob could ask anything, he felt a sudden intense shock of pleasure as his hard cock was engulfed by his father's snout, the dragon's dexterous tongue wrapping all around it like the precious piece of meat it was.

Hiosky could feel his son's entire body shiver through his paws despite his insensitive scales, and it spurred him to give him as good a blowjob as he could possibly give despite the only experience he had with it was when he sucked on his own cock.

The shape of the human's shaft was different, but he knew the head was especially sensitive. He willed the baser part of his tongue to squeeze as his mouth suckled on the man's delicious meat, the pressure applied directly to the fat crown on his tip.

Jacob let himself sink into the seas of pleasure, his mind unable to fathom the luscious bliss spreading from his loins. He could really get into this mating thing, he thought, but it must've been a thing one should only do sparingly since he didn't see his parents doing it all the time.

Hiosky kept sucking on his son's uncut shaft, the man reduced to nothing but a quivering, moaning pile of flesh, standing on the dragon's belly only because of the paws holding him up. As much as the red wyrm would've loved to continue giving his son what he craved, there was another thing to show, and it would've been even more pleasurable.

The human let out a pleading whine when he felt his father's warm mouth open, letting cooler air back in. His tongue slipped away from his shaft, leaving it throbbing and leaking a bit of pre, the fluid mixing with the dragon's saliva. Jacob was practically huffing for breath, his mind almost literally blown away from the experience.

"W-why'd you stop," the man said, his voice like a beggar's.

Hiosky swallowed once, taking in the taste of human pre. Then he said, "To show you how to pleasure a female with one's tongue. It'll be the same as how I do it to you, for the most part, just with a different hole."

Then the dragon lifted the man and turned him so that his tightly muscled ass faced him. He pressed his paws onto the bubbly cheeks and parted them while giving extra caution to the sharp claws on his left paw.

Hiosky flicked his tongue once more as he peered at the man's pinkish hole, the flesh sealed after he stopped fingering himself. It would be very different from sinking into his mate's vent, and the sight of it excited him. His dragon cock felt as hard as ever, the long flesh begging to be touched. But first he had to show his son this technique of mating.

"I'll show you," the dragon said, "where your special spot is. You can try finding it yourself with your finger later. You'll understand how mating with another male works once I show you how good it feels, although you'll be using your penis instead of your tongue since, obviously, my length will not fit inside you."

"Ah," Jacob replied, "okay."

The dragon let his long, forked, and relatively thin tongue slide back out of his muzzle, the slippery flesh shaded almost the same off-scale red as his throbbing cock. He slipped it between his son's legs to tickle his shaft one more time, and then he let it lap it his balls for a few moments. His nostrils at the tip of his snout took in all the male smell, the strong musk making his body direct more blood to his already rock hard dragon cock. Still, he had to move on despite his desire to keep sniffing up that maleness. When he was done toying with those meaty seed-makers, he glided his long tongue upwards through the man's cleft until he reached his virgin hole.

The tip of his forked tongue was thinner than a human finger, so he had no problem coaxing his son's hole to open for him. It was easy to slide into since the man had already fingered himself, so he let his tongue slip in as far as a human's length would have.

For Jacob, the feeling of having another's appendage slivering inside his ass was entirely new and foreign, and the erotic nature of the act already brought back the same amount of gratification he received when his father had sucked on his cock.

And that incredible feeling was only from having that living flesh inside him. He couldn't have prepared for what his father did after.

The dragon found his prostate. Jacob involuntarily thrust his hips up when he felt the explosion of bliss spread through him, and his father didn't let him recover. That powerful tongue lapped at it, pressing, curling, and rubbing all over the little pleasure gland, and the human couldn't take it. A light breeze would've been enough to tip him over the edge.

He was so close. The human whimpered and brought a hand down to his throbbing cock without commanding it to, and he gave himself just one pump. "Ah, I'm going to, uhh, yeah!"

Hiosky felt his son's walls start contracting around his tongue and his body beginning to quake violently in his paws. The human was overwhelmed with ecstasy, and the dragon wasn't at all surprised that he blew so quickly. He felt warm fluid spray onto his waist, and he even felt some spurts hit his incredibly hard cock. The dragon kept his tongue inside Jacob's ass until the contractions settled down, but he was quite ready to add his own seed to the mess his son had already painted down there.

Once the man was done, Hiosky retracted his tongue back into his mouth, and then he said, "You're going to cum. That's the word you'd probably use."

Jacob was still panting heavily. "Cum," he managed to say, "okay."

Hiosky tapped his chin with one of his sharp claws on his left paw. "If you're speaking scientifically, use the word ejaculate."

Jacob turned his head to the side. "Ejaculate. Cum. Got it. That was amazing."

"Aye," his father said. He lifted the man off his belly and put him back down onto the ground, though Jacob was too gratified to stay standing for long. The man let himself fall next to the dragon just below his wings such that he lay near his scaly armored legs. "And that's just one way to mate," his father added.

"It feels so good," Jacob said. "How come you don't mate with mother all the time?"

Hiosky chuckled and he remembered the one time Jacob had caught them doing it. "We do it often, my boy. We're just very good at doing it in secret."

"Oh." The man crossed his legs and tried to think about when and how a pair of fully-grown dragons could mate without him noticing. He didn't get to think long, however, as an unusual smell began overriding his mental processes.

He sniffed and realized what it was. The smell was coming from the towering spire standing just behind him. His father's penis was still fully erect, throbbing and practically begging for attention.

Jacob coughed to the side. "Can," he said, slightly embarrassed, "can I try pleasing you now?"

Hiosky grinned, a part of him actually hoping his son would ask that. "Definitely, my boy. I doubt you'll be pleasuring another male dragon in the future, but it's still good to learn the nuances of another's body I suppose." The dragon mentally scoffed at himself. That would've been a sight, his son mated to a dragon. Maybe it would work with a young drakeling since the drakeling wouldn't grow too large to fit inside a human without killing him until an entire lifetime of that particular human had passed already.

While the idea was entertaining, he didn't have much time to dwell upon it. The deft man's hands began feeling all over his rock hard dragon cock, and he couldn't help but fall in love with the silky smoothness of their skin.

He couldn't imagine how it would've been to live with bare skin like humans did. Their skin wasn't even tough; something as harmless as paper could even cut through it. He wouldn't give up his scaly armor for anything, but he didn't admit his son's hands kneading his shaft felt exceptionally better than his scaly paws did, though that was what Runalesca's vent was meant to reconcile anyway.

While the man's hands didn't feel quite as good as Runalesca's sex did, it was still incredibly stimulating in its own way. Jacob was eager to please, and his enthusiasm more than made up for any squishy hole he didn't possess that could fit an adult dragon's cock.

Hiosky looked down and saw his son standing at the base of his tail, his legs separated by the long appendage, and he was bent slightly over so that he could reach his tapered length. He was gliding his hands up and down on the underside of the shaft, massaging it and trying his best to please his father.

And pleased he was. The dragon purred at his son's ministrations, the soft human hands milking his cock like it was a cow's udder. His earlier stroking and stuffing his tail hole had already primed him up, so he was quickly approaching his peak under the man's treatment.

The dragon purred and tilted his head up, the pleasure slowly building towards its eventual conclusion. But then he felt his son shift, and he felt pressure on his waist. Then he felt something press at his tail hole, and something warm had surrounded his cock.

He looked down and smirked. His son had crawled up so that one foot was next to his jutting spire, and the other foot was sliding into his tail hole. He was standing over his cock, partly hugging it, and then he saw him bend down to take the throbbing length into his mouth.

Jacob couldn't take all of it, but he did manage to stuff the lightly flared head into his toothy cavern. He tried to mimic his father's tongue and lapped at the dragon's crown, though his tongue was nowhere as effective as a dragon's.

Regardless, everything the man did was working. Hiosky could feel that familiar tingling travel up his spine and shiver around his son's foot. His tail hole tensed, sucking a little more of the man's leg in, and then the red dragon roared to the skies, sending some local birds flying off into the blue.

Jacob's eyes bulged as his father's massive cock started jumping. Hot cum shot into his mouth, the fire dragon's temperature just barely tolerable for a human, and he swallowed the first load, but he couldn't handle the volume after another shot. He had to release the dragon's pulsing cock, but a hot load sprayed onto his face before he could pull away.

He kept his arms around the jumping shaft so that he wouldn't fall, and he felt his father's tail hole squeeze and pulse around his feet. He wiped his cum-smeared eyes on his upper arm and managed clean them enough to see without feeling any stinging, so he watched as his father's cock pumped out his seed, the hot liquid flying out in an arch and landing onto his large belly scales. The stream didn't weaken until several spurts later, and even then the amount of spunk was already enough to paint his father's entire belly white.

Even though his father was a dragon, Jacob still thought the ratio of seed to body area was a little too disparate between him and his father. He couldn't have made enough of the stuff to cover his entire hand, but his father easily made enough to cover his entire mid-section.

He waited. The stream eventually died down as it should have, though at some point he thought his father would go on ejaculating forever. When he felt his father's contractions cease, he pulled his feet out of his tail hole and jumped off back onto the ground, happy that he could please the dragon that had raised him.

"Ah," Hiosky said, rationality returning to his pleasure addled mind, "sorry. Forgot to warn you how much seed dragons make."

Jacob licked some of it that was dribbling off his side. "It tastes good," he said, and then he took another mouthful. Then he wiped the cum that was over his face on to his hand and licked all of that up too.

"Then perhaps you might like having a male mate," his father said, "but that's something you'll find out yourself." Hiosky looked down at his seed splattered body, much of his red color turned white, and he saw that Jacob had been smothered with it too, the sticky stuff coagulating in his hair.

"As much as I like the taste," the man said, "I'd like to not feel like I'm covered with slime. Can we go to the river?"

Hiosky chuckled at the mess he'd made over both of them and nodded. "Of course, of course."

Perhaps, the red dragon thought, later his mate would show Jacob the intricacies of the female body.