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Laryn blinked. His eyelids closed and parted, revealing a much crisper image. Dark walls and ornate pillars stretched all around, getting darker towards the far edges of the dragon's nest room, where light couldn't reach.

He closed his eyes, snorting his irritation. It has been too long since he dreamt about his kind. He had more dreams than he could remember. The first involved a hunt, though he couldn't remember the taste of meat. He remembered the scent of smoke from the second dream. A burning city or forest. The third was all about feasts and humans, and the fourth expanded upon that. His azure wings twitched as he remembered the delicate touch of those mischievous females touching him all over.

But that wasn't his favorite. No. There was a fifth, a sixth, a seventh...too many to remember in such a drowsy state.

Hissing, Laryn brought his long tail around his body, resting its tip under the ivory claws of a forepaw. His scales bore the color of the late evening sky, a blue much deeper than the one he saw above him. Two wingspans above him was a flaming pattern carved right through the stone. The sun fell from the side. The left one. That meant he slept more than should have, missed his first meal, and made his entire retinue wait.

Laryn licked a paw, sliding his slim tongue between two digits. He felt rather drowsy, and for that reason alone didn't feel like leaving the comfort of his nest. The furs felt wonderful under his belly, and the twigs made soothing noises every time he flexed a paw.

Yes. The oafs could wait a little longer. Staring at the ornate door leading to his nest, Laryn could almost see Visha and Nyx parting the golden gate to rant and complain and point and touch. Maidens had short tempers, unlike his head servant. Haran was a man of reason and intellect. In some ways, Laryn liked him more than those overexcited females. He had a way with words, and the dragon often learned from the mundane two-legged being. He wondered what Haran would say now. Probably call him limp wings or trippy paws or some crude jape for rising so late.

Laryn licked his fangs, climbing up between his nostrils. He wet his snout with a quick lick, but that only reminded him of his churning belly. Twigs cracked and split as the dragon pushed the ground with a pair of stiff limbs. Fanning his cerulean wings, he stretched his spiked tail behind and growled his awakening. The front pair of paws bowed first, followed by the hind ones. Several joints popped, mostly at the wings. That took some effort.

Laryn walked around the large room, admiring the carvings littering his walls. From colored glass to scratched wood, he had a wide array of images depicting his kind in various poses. Though some dragons had twisted tails, bent horns or awkward necks, Laryn couldn't bring himself to burn the only dragons he had the luxury of seeing in decades.

He walked closer to his favorite piece. 'Sky hunt' he named it. A rather poor choice for a crowd of dragons fighting, clawing, nuzzling and even mating with each other in a vast, endless blue sky. The diversity of the poses and the unique scale coloring quickly wormed their way into the dragon's heart. Laryn brought his nostrils closer to a pair. Did they have their genders showing? He could never tell. This room had no torches and little light around the walls.

Shaking his head, he walked back towards the center of the room, where the sizeable gap in the ceiling revealed a clear blue sky. Inhaling the crisp air, Laryn crouched and leaped in a flurry of wings and paws. He flapped twice, tucking his wings close to his body. The momentum and his straight, spear-like pose shot the dragon through the moon tunnel and into the sky. He stretched his wings, flapping once before hissing in irritation.

That sun was annoyingly bright. His eyes watered, squinting against the glare. Laryn allowed his wings to take him high into the air. He performed his normal dance through the air before a perfect loop had him plummet back towards the highest plateau of the central spire. Claps met him as soon as he landed in a storm of grass and shattered earth.

"Impressive," Haran said, puffing a few rings of smoke through his pipe.

"You don't look impressed," Laryn said, padding towards the lounging human. Today he wore a blue outfit, an almost perfect match for the clear sky stretching above them.

"I don't have to," Haran answered.

Laryn snorted. He settled on his belly, crouching across the short distance separating him from human's straight back chair. Chuckling, Haran folded his scroll, removed his monocle, and ran his hand across the dragon's snout. Laryn sighed, enjoying every scratch between his sensitive scales. He pushed and twisted his head, guiding both of the assaulting hands wherever he wanted. He started purring, a deep, rumbling sound resembling a feline's. Haran went past his eyes, behind his two curving horns. How delightful. Laryn could hardly reach under his horns with his huge, clawed paws. He exhaled, melting into the human's caress.

"You're in a lazy mood today," Haran said, making a quick loop with one hand. Laryn shifted on his side, wing stretched towards the sky while a front paw lay limp into the air, twitching every so often. He liked this. Few things were better than rubs and scratches in the morning. Bringing his tail over his belly, Laryn nipped around the small spikes surrounding the tip. They bore the same white as the spikes dashing along the tail's length and curved in the same manner as his horns. Within a few licks, the spikes glistened in the sunlight. Laryn allowed his tail to fall on the grass below.

"I just leaped from my nest. Have you eaten?"

"I did."

"When?"

Haran smiled, bumping Laryn's snout with three fingers.

"Early," Laryn flicked his tongue at the hand. The human drew it back with startling dexterity, chuckling.

"You've grown pampered and fat."

"Fat?" The dragon hissed in irritation.

Haran poked one foot at his belly. Laryn kicked a hind paw, gentle enough to avoid breaking anything.

"Bulky," he slid the fine leather boot along the dragon's scales.

"That's a better word," Laryn exhaled, closing his flaming eyes. That was rather soothing.

Haran has a certain grace for a man his age. Though meatier, his fingers seemed to know exactly how to touch and where to touch as he moved down the dragon's neck. Laryn growled softly, tail swishing behind his twitching wings. His sensitive belly had the human's full attention. He rubbed, prodded and massaged the softer scales, climbing up a flank only when he reached the dragon's lower belly.

Laryn flexed his paw as hands went around his clawed fingers. That tickled, but not for long. Haran moved quickly and efficiently towards the underside of his meaty hind leg. By this time, he was huffing like a wild boar, his hands too weak to squeeze the hard muscle underneath the dragon's scales.

"You can stop," Laryn growled, biting back his rising irritation. The human's face acquired a cherry color, and his eyebrows furrowed. Exhaustion began taking its toll on his aging body.

"I know I can," Haran wiped his wrinkly forehead and neck with a hand. "But few humans get so close to...a dragon." He slapped the dragon's flank and crawled over his body towards his spine.

Laryn felt his hands on the delicate membrane. That felt almost as good as his snout. He basked in the brief touch before he folded his wing, then pushed it, sending the human stumbling.

"Don't be stubborn. You know your value."

"And I know yours."

Laryn craned his neck, meeting the human just as he crashed on his bottom on the dragon's shoulder. Laryn barely felt a thing. He darted his tongue towards the sweaty human before a hand stopped him. Haran smiled, winking to the side. His tail? Laryn twitched it. The sensation carried across its length, back towards the thick base where the pale tip of his member poked from.

"No," he hissed with a slight edge of desperation.

Haran had none of it. He scratched under his jaw while his other hand gripped a neck spike. "Your words say that, but your needs speak otherwise."

"I know my needs well enough."

"Then why are you still here? That mighty belly of yours grumbled ever since you set foot on my terrace," Haran laughed, aquamarine eyes glimmering with mirth.

"Yours?" Laryn brought his head closer.

"I woke up before you," Haran poked between his nostrils. "That makes it mine."

"Very well, lord of the terrace," Laryn snorted. "Since your alacrity bests mine by hours, you shall fetch me my meal."

"And what would you desire?"

Laryn tilted his head, thinking. "Roasted boar basked in spices and sour fruits, raw deer with flaming spices, twenty oil pampered chicken and a measure of simple raw meat."

"Quite an appetite you have. Surely you want me to fetch that for you?" He empathized the last words, frowning.

Laryn growled, amused. "You were ready to be my maiden."

"Still am."

He remembered. And he was fast for an old clod. Within a heartbeat, he caged the dragon's member within his palm. A shudder shot through Laryn. He jerked, involuntarily pushing into the grip. His wings vibrated with the thrill, and his paws refused to obey for a moment. Instinct urged him to thrust deeper and explore this strange obstacle, but the startling touch won over desire. The dragon shot up, wings beating twice as he leaped away.

Haran laughed, almost choking his words. "Does it tickle that bad?"

"You don't want me to teach you what tickling really means."

"Perhaps not. Now come back here," the old man waved. "I'm still not through with you."

"As long as-"

"Won't even look at it."

Laryn spread his legs, walking as blatantly as he could with the erection growing between his legs. Haren looked up, mumbling something about birds. How inconsiderate. Laryn stretched his neck, pushing his snout into the human. That took him by surprise. With a groan, Haran embraced the grass and the soil below it.

"I kept my word," he said, word choking with laughter. "And this...this is what I get?"

"No," Laryn approached his snout. "This." He flicked his tongue over the human's face despite the pushes and the protests. He tasted rather salty.

"Gh, that's wet," Haran spat. "Even got in my mouth."

"You lectured me on the healing properties of dragon saliva."

"Indeed, yet..." Haran gripped one of the horns to help himself up. "What I meant was far removed from ingesting it.

Laryn parted his maw, revealing shiny rows of spear-like teeth, a long, lithe tongue, and a whole puddle of saliva. "When you change your mind..."

"Never," he pat his nose.

Laryn closed his eyes, welcoming the gentle touch around one of the most sensitive areas of his snout.

"You're a mighty fine beast, do you know that?"

"I do. I heard it every day since the year I hired you."

The human laughed. That was probably more than twenty years ago, when his hair still bore the resemblance of the night sky instead of its sparkling stars. Laryn broke the contact with a growl as he settled on his belly.

"Mount me."

Haran raised an eyebrow, smirking suggestively.

"On my back, you old oaf," he pushed the human towards his back with a forepaw. "You weren't actually thinking of-"

"I was," Haran groaned, petting the dragon's neck once he settled in the spike-less gap just ahead of the dragon's wing joints. "Gave me quite an interesting image to ponder upon."

"It is a delight to keep your mind busy, Haran," Laryn rose on his fours, wings extended. "Though I would've hoped such a lewd depiction offered more."

"Like what?"

"A stiffness between your-"

"Lord, no!" Haran burst with his rhythmic, chocked laughter.

"But you always tell me how magnificent I am, and how everyone should adore me."

Haran placed hand between the dragon's flaming eyes to steady himself. He then bent around a spike, kissing the dragon just between the nostrils. Laryn knew what that gesture meant. Humans used it to express significant affection towards one another. He could barely feel anything from the touch, even with the slightly more sensitive scales growing around his nostrils.

"I prefer licking, though your kind isn't-"

Laryn growled. He expected a retort or a clever reply, not an actual lick! Haran actually slid that worm-like tongue over his snout! His palm followed shortly after, though the slap shocked him way less.

"Pleased?"

"Hardly," Laryn poked his rider. The human grabbed on a neck spike just in time to avoid being hurled backwards. "You need a bigger tongue."

"You've enough for the whole lot of us."

Hardly intellectual, coming from Haran. Laryn reminded himself to ask the head servant a deep question as he walked towards the edge of the terrace. The whole city of Nerandra'Lor stretched beyond his claw tips. Thin, white spires rose between forking roads, twisting towards the sky. They were the tallest structures, dwarfing the stone dens scattered beneath them. Most had straight, simple shapes, though the occasional spiraling tower or a gathering of three arrow-shaped towers wasn't uncommon. Towards the outer wall surrounding the city, the buildings shrunk to tiny dens. How could humans live inside something so crammed?

The highborn of the flame district had more sense. Their dens were tall as he was long, and were much wider. Trees and patches of greenery surrounded them, as well as fountains. They connected each of the four districts, leading to the gigantic statues of notable humans. Laryn cared little for those oafs and their shaped stone. He had all that he wanted here, in his den, a behemoth of five linked spires surrounded by walls and gardens and trees. He even had a human-crafted lake to bathe in!

Laryn unfurled his wings, catching a gentle downdraft. He flapped steadily, basking in the gentle warmth of the young sun. His stomach rumbled, prompting a fit from his rider. Laryn could have done a few simple aerial maneuvers to spite him, but he quickly decided against it. Without a saddle, Haran would drop like a loose deer from a dragon's clutch. From this height, all his bones would rupture, and Laryn could do nothing to catch him. That would be a loss much larger than the dragon's need to dash through the air without a care for aching wings or an empty belly.

He glided towards the inner courtyard, ruffling the branches of the trees underneath. The crisp air rushed under his wings and entered through his flared nostrils. So reinvigorating and primal. The surge seeped into his scales, urging the dragon to fly higher and conquer the skies, like his kind was meant to. Another rumble followed.

Growling, Laryn descended between the cluster of trees and touched the ground with a roar. His limbs buckled, absorbing most of the impact.

"I barely felt that one," Haran said. Laran growled in acknowledgement at the heartfelt praise. He walked at a brisk pace, wings tucked to his sides. The vegetation was thick and lush, resembling a veritable forest. Tall trees sprouted all around, covering the sky in a mass of leaves and shifting lights. Twigs cracked under his paws, and branches shifted with every step. In his rush, the dragon couldn't prevent the occasional scratch. A couple of turns between the elder trees took him upon a stone paved path. Felines stalked through the grasses, along with a significant number of other creatures. Laryn liked these carefully crafted, lifeless interpretations of other predators. They made his courtyard feel more vibrant.

As he approached the central spire, trees gave way to much taller figures. Stone dragons sat on pillars, breathing black fire at the gryphons perching on the arches leading towards the central spire. The huge doors were wide open, allowing the white clothed servants to walk in and out as they pleased.

"Here," Haran grumbled.

"It's rather far from the gates."

"I would stretch my legs, and reflect upon this morning's reading."

Laryn complied. He allowed Haran to dismount and saw him away with a shove of his head. The human didn't even turn his head. He knew Laryn too well...

"Follow him!" Laryn roared to the humans scattered around the roaring fountains. "He'll need more than two hands to carry my meal," The white clothed men rushed after Haran while the females giggled and lingered around the dragon.

Laryn snarled. "Don't delay. If I wait too long, I might consider eating you." He flicked out his tongue, and the two females fled faster than he could blink.

While he waited, Laryn walked around his garden, admiring the stone carvings. He had his artisans craft all manner of creatures, both winged and terrestrial. Though the roaring dragons guarding the road to the central spires were impressive, Laryn didn't favor them as much as The Offering. To the far right, nestled in a cluster of trees, hid a number of crafts that were purposefully aligned to tell a story.

A maiden, hurt and sorrowful after losing her mate, turned to the Sky Dragon and beseeched him for his blessing. Descending between jagged, metal crafted storm clouds, the Sky Dragon answered her pleas. For three days and three nights he asked the maiden to remain on the highest peak with no water to wet her mouth and no food to fill her belly. The maiden's conviction was strong and unwavering. Laryn could hardly read her emotions. She seemed at peace, naked as she was. He walked towards the next depiction.

This one showed the Sky Dragon and the woman together, nestled inside his puffy wings. He accepted her plea, for the next scene depicted them both flying high into the dragon's cloudy realm. Little by little, the woman transformed. Wings sprouted from her back, and her legs became long and clawed. Her head acquired the majesty of Laryn's kind, with horns curving back towards a long and sinuous neck. She and the Sky Dragon were so enthralled by one another that they couldn't remain apart. They mated on the high peaks of the mountains and mated in the sky, and they would let every mortal know of their newfound hope and light by cracking the sky apart with sparks and lightning every time the clouds became too dark and heavy for the sky to bear.

Laryn growled, somewhat sorrowful. This amusing tale always had a way of stirring the negative kind of emotion inside him. Unlike the Sky Dragon, he lacked the convenient ability to transform humans into dragons. He padded away from The Offering, passing by two depictions of mating dragons. The first one was a prelude. Tails twined, the two dragons snapped, tongues flicking at each other. The second featured the actual mating. The male straddled the female, licking her neck as he plunged his member into her depths.

Laryn flicked his tongue, tracing it across the female's serpentine neck. Cold and lifeless, the dusty stone offered merely a visual representation of a dragon. She didn't have the smooth scales Laryn did, nor was her tongue dripping with moisture and warmth. Nipping at one of her fangs, Laryn pulled back.

Longing stirred inside him. He had everything: servants to attend his needs, maidens to please him, a whole world to explore and one of the most largest and prosperous cities to return to. Why couldn't he have a female of his own? It has been too long since he had sighted, smelled, and tasted his own kind. Far too long...

Snorting, the dragon walked back towards the central spire and busied himself with a paw. He hated dwelling on what he couldn't have. Made for a poor day, especially on an empty stomach. Several servants expressed their worries through careful words or fugitive glances, but he wanted none of that. Humans had the annoying habit of worrying over the simplest matters.

Laryn shooed them away, making japes about their appearance or testing their knowledge of dragon anatomy. Mating bits were his favorite. Few humans had the audacity to retort. Visha and Nyx counted among them, though the dragon could catch no sight of his maidens.

Dropping on his belly, he curled his tail around, catching the tip inside his maw. He nibbled at the spikes, delighting himself in the simple pleasure. Slowly, he advanced inwards, trading bones for scales. He bathed them with short strokes up until the flank. He licked the underside of his paw, nipping the frayed scales. That tickled! He jerked his fingers, scratching the soft scales of an upper lip.

Laryn snarled. The taste of blood dissipated in the onrush of saliva. He licked the small cut, then slammed his tail on the ground. Wounds demanded retribution!

What started as grooming turned into something more vicious as the dragon pawed and lashed at himself, testing his reflexes. The paws he didn't catch with his quick bites slid harmlessly across his scaly hide, and his tail always found its way into his maw. Playing with oneself certainly wasn't bad when you happened to be a dragon. Laryn rolled and pawed and leaped, coming up with all sorts of creative ways to test his agility.

He was crouching on the ground, ready to spring when an array of servants emerged with trays littered with meat and steaming pots. The scent was intoxicating. Laryn breathed deep. It almost felt as intoxicating as a female reaching the peak of fertility.

"You took long enough," he growled playfully, tail swishing behind him. Visha, a dark haired girl of lithe constitution and shimmering emerald eyes frowned suspiciously. Nyx merely smiled, azure eyes sparkling with hidden intent.

"We were busy."

"Planning."

"Until that hunched goat Haran disrupted us."

"Interrupted, more likely."

"Doves, you hunch more than he ever does."

The two maidens straightened their backs as much as their grip allowed. Laryn growled with amusement. His maidens should have been merged into a single being. They thought the same, spoke the same, and only argued on how to please him best.

"Tis a heavy burden," Visha started.

"To carry your trays," Nyx continued.

"A dragon like you shouldn't ask others."

"And task them to such menial things."

Laryn flared his wings, growling. The ribs they carried didn't look that heavy. "You won't know what menial means until you live my years."

"Some things do not age."

"They merely get better."

They looked at each other, giggling. The curls of their hair danced, cascading over their lithe shoulders.

"Leave it here," Laryn said, rising from his slouch. He licked the air, tasting the steam rising from a nearby pot.

The servants nodded. Once the wooden trays found firm ground under their bottom, the servants turned to leave.

"No," Laryn said. The servants looked back, bemused. Eyes of all colors stared back, except Haran's. Why wasn't he here?

"Yes?" A man spoke.

"Linger. Share in my meals, my words, and anything else you desire."

The eight white robed servants bowed and knelt on either side of the feast. They got to work almost immediately, taking this lid off, parting that meat, or oiling that haunch. Laryn was about to settle on his belly when the two maidens prowled towards him.

"Anything we desire?" The maidens said in unison as they approached, rubbing against his forelegs like two needy felines.

"Anything that doesn't distract you from eating. You need your hands to-" Laryn began.

"No we don't."

"We'll eat the same way you do."

"And keep our hands busy with something much more..."

"Meaty."

They disappeared under his folded wings, sliding their hands along his scales. He felt their touch under him, sliding quickly towards his flanks. Laryn settled on his belly, prompting groans and moans of disappointment from the two females.

"You'll have time for that," he reached for the roasted venison. It oozed spices and juice as he coiled his fangs around it. He chewed a few times, savoring the rich scent before gulping it down. It felt more like a demonstration rather than feasting, with all those eyes looking at him.

"Is the meal displeasing?"

The servants shook their hairy heads.

"Then eat. Grab what you want, how much you want," the dragon licked another morsel. Sour, with a suave tint of sweet fruit. Delicious.

"I hunger for something else," Visha said.

"Like flying," Nyx answered. "Will you flap your wings for us?"

He pressed them against his sides, wrapping the girls inside the velvety membranes.

"Soon." Laryn dipped his snout into a pot. The stew was still steaming, but nothing was too hot for a fire breathing dragon. He lapped hungrily, slurping the liquid and cracking the meaty bones in a rather messy way. He cleaned the bottom with long strokes, then turned towards the honey basked ribs. There was a whole plateau of them stretching along a metallic tray, and the scent...absolutely maddening.

Laryn gripped a mouthful. They cracked and splintered, surrendering their taste to his swirling tongue. The dragon growled, dipping again.

"What reason kept Haran from such feast?"

"Scrolls!" a page shouted from the doorway. He was rather tall for a human, but still a boy. No fur graced his fair features aside from the curly mess atop his head.

"Scrolls?" Laryn snorted and spat fragments of cracked bone. They stained a servant's pristine clothing, though the man seemed scarcely disturbed as he continued to munch on his meat.

The boy ran towards the array of pots and trays, kneeling before one of Laryn's forepaws. "He atop the terrace, reading. He told me to-"

"Tell me to fetch him his meal after I feast?"

The boy nodded.

"Sly oaf," he poked the boy with a claw. "Eat. I will give my reply to Haran after I fill my belly."

He grabbed a meaty rib and pointed with it. "Mind if I stay there?"

Laryn bowed his head, extending his forepaw to the youngster. He dropped on it with a "Gfff," thanked the dragon, and started chewing on his treat.

They didn't talk much. The servants ate in silence, and Laryn's senses became too distracted to form words. The taste of spiced meat was a feast for the senses, and his scales were well treated by his two humming maidens. They sang a quick, joyous song, matching their touch and intensity to the rhythm of their lively voice. They rubbed and kneaded, going over every scale on his body.

They often tried rubbing him in that particular spot of a male's anatomy, earning a soft shove from either a hind paw or a wing. None seemed as fascinated by their ministration as the boy. He asked question after question, interrupting Laryn between each mouthful of meat. How old can dragons get? How does it feel to have wings? How does he scratch with those oversized claws? How cumbersome is a tail? He was getting braver with each question the dragon answered.

"Have you ever mated?"

Laryn narrowed his eyes, black slits expanding as he looked towards the boy. "Many times."

"With dragons?"

"Them too."

"How do females look?"

"Like me."

"No difference?"

Laryn shook his horned head. He was almost done. Every tray and pot lay empty, save from the scraps the servants threw in. Laryn ate those too, collecting and swallowing them in one gulp.

"How...How can I know you're a male?"

"You can't," a maiden giggled.

"Tis a mystery,"

"Unless you know..."

"How to part the veil..." They joined forces to push his flank away and slide their delicate hands under his belly.

Laryn stood up, growling. "Gratitude for the meat," he bowed his head, accepting the touch of his servants. Hands touched his snout, and heads bowed. One by one, the servants muttered their own thanks, then lifted and carried everything away. Only the boy and the two maidens remained.

He turned his eyes towards the page. "I believe you had a curiosity."

His hazel eyes met the ground. "I had, but..."

"You still do."

"Aye," he chewed a meaty lip. "I never saw. I mean I don't know how you're a male without..."

"I can show you, hatchling."

The boy took another fugitive peak between the dragon's legs, then stepped back. He seemed unsure, distracted. Crossing his arms, he frowned, scratching at the buttons of his black coat.

"I dunno...it wouldn't seem proper."

"Proper?" Laryn poked him in the chest. Hands moved to grip him, sliding across his jaw. He was warm, and wet!

"I don't want to-"

The maidens sprang towards him, cutting his words.

"Yes he does," Visha murmured, caressing one of his ears.

"He'd very much like so," Nyx whispered, trailing a finger down his neck.

Blushing furiously, he nodded. "I want to see."

"And so you shall," Laryn flashed his teeth, licking his muzzle. Satisfying that young oaf would be a delight. The dragon shifted his tail and curved his neck under a wing. He didn't bother sitting. Pushing his horned head under an uplifted hind leg, the dragon ran his tongue over the almost invisible ridge cresting just ahead of his tail. A few days passed since his last release, making his scales itch with expectation. Each flick brought shudders across his form, and he couldn't suppress a soft growl from escaping between his bared teeth. He licked again and again, dashing more warmth and moisture over the much too sensitive scales.

He hissed, tongue flicking inside the expanding vent. More. He circled and prodded the soft flesh, enjoying every shiver running beneath his warming scales. His own hot breathing tempted the engorging member, and the pressure he added with his snout was infuriatingly hard to resist.

He growled weakly, wings trembling with delight. The taste of his musk felt almost sweet on his spice addled tongue. Something moved. Nostrils flaring, he inhaled more of the sharp scent until his heart quickened its beats and his member its throbs. It burst from its shelter, a thick spear followed by a straight, glistening shaft and flanked by blunt, crimson tip.

Laryn thrust forward, poking his member inside a nostril. He drew back quickly, assaulting the delicate flesh with a flurry of quick licks. His tail swiped in an arc, limbs buckling. Such intimate touch felt exquisite. Each stroke sent tingle of pleasure under the contracting muscles of his lower belly, and each lick brought more of that tantalizing taste into his maw. He wished he could release here and now, and wash all that meat away with the syrupy taste of his seed.

A sorely tempting thought, were it not for the point he had to prove. Ceasing the tantalizing licks before lust fettered his ability to think, the dragon pulled away from the bobbing member. He thrashed his tail, scratching the ground with need at the rude interruption. His flanks shivered with the urge to thrust, yet the enraged member found no flesh to ram into.

"Does that satisfy your curiosity, hatchling?" Laryn licked his dripping snout, lowering his head to match the boy's gaze. His eyes were wide, and his flesh almost as red as the jutting rod he stared at.

"I-I am...I am..." he stuttered.

"Would you care for a touch?"

"He definitely would," Nyx whispered in his ear.

Visha trailed a finger down his chin. "It's soft, and warm, and mmmoist..."

The maidens bit their lips, almost driving the poor boy to madness.

"Wh-what? I..." He looked to the maidens then back at the dragon unsure, uncertain. "It's big...and it's...why does it move and slap like tha'?"

Laryn growled, amused by the choice of words. It took a certain measure of concentration to ignore his blazing need. All he could think of was his tongue around his length, lapping and slurping until all that caged pressure burst forth.

He licked the boy instead. His skin was slightly salty, but provided good distraction.

"Weren't you taught about mating?"

Boy frowned, gripping at the pink eel dancing before his face. "Nay. I know how to do it, but..."

"You haven't," he pulled his tongue back.

He nodded.

"Would you like a dragon to be your first?" Laryn growled lustfully, ruffling the boy's curly hair. He closed his eyes to the gust of wind, but that only surprised him more as the dragon dashed his tongue along his pink, sour face.

He yelped, washing the saliva from his eyes.

"I dunno, Ser Dragon," he rubbed a delicate hand under Laryn's jaw. "Don't think I-"

"You can," Laryn guided him towards one of his wings. "I will do most of the work. You just have to-"

"Watch," Visha interfered, cupping Laryn's jaw. She kissed him between the nostrils, running her tongue up his midnight scaled snout.

"Observe," Nyx disappeared behind him, tickling the dragon's wing in the process.

"Delight your eyes while we delight him."

"Hihihi."

Sky Dragon! Everything was soft about these mischievous creatures. Their touch, their voice, even the way they moved...like strands of silk blown in the wind. Laryn closed his eyes to the woman in front, only to disregard the one slipping beneath him. He brought his wings down, then tensed them upwards when a presence tightened around the tip of his member.

Weakness washed over him. He growled, licking and nipping at Visha's soft breasts.

"Shh," she cupped his snout, kissing and rubbing her head against the licks. "Let her do what she knows best."

"But-"

"No buts."

Laryn exhaled, tense with the thrill and promise of further delight. His member throbbed again and again, squirming uselessly against its bonds. Nyx rubbed each ridge and slid her finger inside the tip just enough to drive the dragon closer to the brink of release. Laryn yelped, snapping at the air.

"Shhh..."

"You wanted to fly," Laryn managed to say before Visha pressed herself against his parted maw. Deep breaths left the dragon's throat, urged by his need to release.

"Yes we did..." Visha lowered a hand between her legs. She moaned softly, rubbing the sweet aroma of her thighs inside one of the dragon's flared nostrils. "But you are tense. So tense..."

Laryn breathed deeply, hissing. The arousing flagrance spoke of fertility and lust; almost demanding him to surrender his burden. Trailing down her belly, the dragon nipped and pushed under the woman's dress until he found the source of that tormenting scent. He poked his tongue past cloth and skin, pushing the tip deep into her oozing lips.

Visha moaned, grabbing the horns to steady herself. "You need...Ahh...need to release...uff...all that weight. All that...burden... aaaah!"

He twisted and pushed, barely catching a proper taste of her slick insides before he felt like bursting with lust. He thrust, rubbing every bump and ridge on Nyx's powerful grip. She squeezed and rubbed in all the right places, making him feel like he was thrusting inside a fertile dragoness. He could almost taste her arousal and feel her flesh tighten around his length, begging for release.

That's when Visha surrendered. Tremors wracked her form, tightening around the dragon's wiggling tongue as spurts of warm, sweet liquid rushed from her depths, trailing down the dragon's tongue. Laryn licked hungrily, slurping every drop of nectar as his hind legs pushed and pushed.

"Aaaagh," Visha moaned. "Release, dragon..." she rubbed his jaw with abandon. "Let...go..." She collapsed on the ground, her feet too unsteady to support her frame.

"Surrender..." her voice lowered to a whisper.

Laryn arched his head, roaring out the consuming fire welling inside him. Claws slid across the stone while wings stretched to their full span. For a moment, everything stopped: the hungry breaths, his ramming heart, his throbbing member. Even his tail stopped twitching.

Then it came. A storm of heat and liquid lust. The pressure burst from its fetters, splashing in a raging stream of pure pleasure. Laryn moaned, too weak and tense to form another roar. He brought his hips forward, digging as deep as he could into his imaginary dragoness. Deeper...deeper...

Laryn thrust. The sharp motion tested the balance of his unsteady limbs. Tail slapped on the ground, but his paws already skidded in different directions. He fell on the side, clawing at the air. His member was far from releasing its load. It swung in arcs with every throb, spurting its seed across formidable lengths. A splash almost hit his snout, while his belly and paws were coated with warm, viscous liquid. It dribbled down his belly, it dribbled from his claws, and it only kept coming. Each spurt brought fresh waves of warmth, fertilizing the wet stone underneath.

The dragon's tail curled and tensed as throbs wracked his frame until every drop resurfaced above the clenching muscles. Nyx was thoroughly soaked. She scooped up whatever remains the spent member offered, then smeared it over Laryn's hind paws before she moved towards his tail. She milked more from her drenched dress, rubbing the still warm goo on the dragon's tail hole and what extended behind it.

"Do not-"

"Allow her," Visha gripped his head, forcing him to look as the maiden massaged the base of the azure membrane and the meaty joint with the dragon's own seed.

"I'll have to lick it," Laryn hissed, nostrils flaring with the crisp scent of fertility.

"And you shall."

"Soon..." Nyx whispered. She crawled between Laryn's forepaws, pulling Visha into a hug. They caressed each other, mumbling and whispering until they shared a kiss.

Laryn turned towards the boy. "How was that for a demonstration?"

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