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It was the most in-demand elective the college offered. William had stayed up until midnight just to catch the registration as quick as possible. And of course the stupid website didn't load right at first, making him think he missed his chance. It was probably all the other students overloading it and crashing it at the same time. A minute later though, he refreshed the page, and he had his spot. One of the last ones, too. Then it was only a few more weeks more and suddenly he was sitting there in the front row nervously awaiting the arrival of the new, distinctly non-human professor.

The class buzzed with eager energy. People were murmuring, but keeping their voices low as if worried about being overheard. They shifted in their seats with anticipation. Everyone was there because they wanted to be there. They would have had to be an idiot not to, really. Who didn't want to learn dragon history directly from a representative of the species?

Dragons were usually elusive, to the point some even doubted their very existence. It was a rare thing that one of them might descend from their high places to commune with a human for any more reason than a meal. Much less that they actually had something to share, to teach. But somehow behind the scenes a deal had been struck, and William was one of the lucky ones packed into the lecture hall, ready to get some lessons usually reserved for high-ranking government officials and diplomats. He had his notebook at the ready.

As for whether he was otherwise prepared, he really couldn't say. He'd never met a dragon in real life. Seen them on television, perhaps. But it was hard to truly grasp the scale of their intimidating size. No pun intended. He did note that the lecture hall had been modified in preparation for the day. Rather than a standard back entrance, the entire wall had been converted into a sliding door. One which was soon clanking and rattling as someone on the other side began to open it.

That brought a hush over everyone. Not a single student was speaking. A collective creak of seats came as everyone leaned forward. William was among them, his heart beating a little faster. Excitement to see such an impressive sight face to face. To witness the majesty with his own eyes. But there was also the fear. Some liked to characterize dragons as little more than wild animals. Ravenous beasts who saw humans as little more than food and nuisance. For all he knew, as soon as that door opened, he might well have ended up devoured on the spot, or roasting in impossibly hot dragonfire. Probably not. But it was possible.

She took up the entire front half of the room. Pushing in through the open wall, daylight spilling through from the other side. It reflected off the sleek scales of great, green dragon's head, peering out from the outside at the new class. Then a smile spread across that massive face, revealing two sets of deadly fangs. Gleaming. Clearly sharp even from a glance. One of them alone nearly half of William's height. A force of pure predatory might and terror was only a few feet away from his face.

Her voice was surprisingly warm when she introduced herself. As was her breath, but that was another story. Though she was louder, more booming than a human female might have sounded, she still had such a civil way of speaking that brought immediate comfort to William's tensing muscles.

"Good afternoon, class. I am Professor Shalla. It's a pleasure to see so many faces here today. I had no idea humans had such interest in dragon history!"

He could tell she was female only by her voice, the rest of her body a scaly wall of strength and bulk. But he was already staring. It wasn't exactly subtle of him, being in the front row like that, but he couldn't help it. Even blinking felt like too long to go without seeing her. Watching the way her scales glinted. The way her excessive musculature flexed and shifted when she moved. She got herself settled, curled up in the front of the class, roughly the size of a semi truck, and simply looked over her students for a time. She seemed to focus on every single person or two. Giving them their moment of consideration, while her breath heavily puffed over the first few rows. William couldn't even bring himself to meet her gaze when her emerald eyes fell upon him.

It was unlike anything he'd ever imagined to sit there in her presence, taking in her warmth and the slightly leathery scent of her scales. She looked like she was wearing a suit of extra-thick armour. The interconnecting plates were so heavy he doubted anything could have pierced them. And with her teeth, her hooked claws so close to him, he knew he was a mere whim away from being utterly annihilated. Yet from the moment he saw her, he trusted her.

Once she finished surveying everyone with that intense gaze of hers, she leaned back to stretch her neck out and sigh pleasantly. That shot another warm wave of dragon breath over the class, heated enough to almost make him sweat on the spot. Then she continued on, her friendly voice hardly matching up to her intimidating teeth and and bulk.

"Now, I am not certain just how familiar each one of you is with what I'm going to teach, so if you ever feel like I'm just telling you what I already know I apologize. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me at any time! What's the phrase? I don't bite? Yes, that's the one!"

William felt a little shiver in his spine when she said that, despite the heat. It wasn't just her breathing. Her mere presence alone was bringing up the ambient temperature of the room. He wiped at his brow and just sat poised to take notes. Something to take his focus away from simply staring at her. He was quite relieved when she started spouting information, rapidly at that. Though his gaze never fully left her, glancing up between frantic scribbling to ensure he didn't miss any little gesture or expression. Letting the image of her face, of her body burn into his mind like a brand. He was going to be thinking about her for a while.

Some of it was simply awe. His mind quite blown to see her in person. There was more to it than just that though. He kept imagining how her scales would feel against his skin. What the experience of being even closer to her might be like. And the more he let his mind wander, the more explicit his imaginings became. What would it be like to squeeze and stroke her? To draw his tongue across her body? And was there a way for a mere human like him to pleasure her?

Though the whisperings of dragons being something more than natural were probably just rumours, he nonetheless struck such thoughts out of his mind as quickly as he could. Just in case she could read them. Though even if she couldn't, the expression on his face, and the reddening of his cheeks was hint enough. He felt her gaze lingering upon him while she spoke, and he just poured as much of his attention into his notes as he could. Taking down every single word just to be sure while she explained the early stories of dragon origin and proliferation.

He wondered how she'd even react to such thoughts. Was it entirely unnatural to be attracted to someone so far outside his species? He had never thought he would be until he saw her. But he couldn't deny it for a second. Beyond simply admiring her as a thing of beauty, he was struggling to keep himself from getting turned on right in front of her. She would have surely noticed by his squirming, if not by scent alone.

The lesson itself was of course fascinating. It was a curious combination of history and biology. She combined tales of ancient dragons with frank discussions of their bodies and how they worked. They were much unlike humans. So many times more durable, more enduring and impressive. Practically invincible. Such creatures were worthy of more than just cooperation. It was a blessing and mercy that they didn't just eradicate all of mankind on a whim. They were deserving of praise, of worship. Of utter devotion.

He couldn't push such thoughts away. And this was only the first day of his semester with her. How he was going to handle seeing her five days of the week, from so very close up, he really didn't know. Feeling her, sensing her, breathing of her. It was enough to drive him wild. And as soon as the first lesson was complete, he hurried away from class to return to his dorm. Quite thankful for his single room. No roommate to interrupt what he needed to take care of next.

It wasn't even clear to him exactly what he was thinking about when he brought himself to orgasm with a steadily pumping grip of his hand. There was scattered images of her, from one angle or another. Recalling her scent, her warmth. The sheer intimidating he felt when sitting so close to her. He wasn't even sure how someone like him was supposed to pleasure her. Without being crushed or otherwise demolished. But just the thought of being near her, soaking in her presence, touching her majestic details was enough to make him cum on his bare middle while he sprawled across his bed, pursing his lips to avoid moaning out loud.

He was left feeling like he was in her presence again with how much heat he worked up just getting himself off. It took him a few seconds just to process how good he felt. Taking those forbidden thoughts of cross-species ... something, if not exactly intercourse. And just letting them all out. No shame in thinking about it. Even if it was never going to really happen. But it was going to be a pretty consistent distraction all through the rest of the semester. To say nothing of the rest of the week.

When he woke the next day, he had a lingering sense of guilt that he couldn't quite get over. Like she was going to find out what he was thinking somehow. Maybe it was sinful, unnatural, whatever to think in such a way about a giant reptile. But the moment he laid eyes on her, his whole world changed. He thought that maybe he would find another seat that day in class, but his flustered state left him running a little late getting out the door. He ended up just barely making it with less than a minute to spare. Every seat was taken. Except for his, right down in the front row.

He rushed down the aisle to it before the professor arrived. She was almost exactly on time, entering through the sliding wall as before, revealing the bright sunlight outside and her even brighter smile. Though her collective fangs ought to have made such a cheery expression impossible, she didn't look like she was threatening anyone. Just utterly pleased to see everyone. William ended up busying himself with his notes, dodging her gaze when it came in his direction. But he swore he could still feel her staring at him, looking right through him as if to peer into his very soul.

"I'm so glad to see everyone back today! I was worried you'd all find me quite boring and I'd be left all by myself. How is everybody feeling this morning?"

The class murmured out some half-hearted answers, everyone a little awkward and unsure of how to speak to her. William stayed totally silent. She gave a small, amused snort to see them still a little squirmy in her presence. Steam puffed out of her nostrils, or was that smoke?

"Do feel free to speak up when you like, class! I know that this is unusual for you, but just think of me like any of your other professors. Except, bigger! Now, were there any questions about yesterday's material?"

There was a silence, a bit more murmuring, and it got increasingly uncomfortable the more time passed. She remained where she was, stretched out with her front feet folded in front of her, looking leisurely and patient. If slightly dismayed. William was watching her again, slipping into staring without even noticing. If nobody had any questions, then it meant nobody was really engaged with the lesson, and that seemed to disappoint her a little. If he was reading her expression right, anyway.

He didn't want to keep her waiting. Scanning through his notes, he finally found something that he wasn't entirely sure he understood correctly. Summoning up all his courage, he cleared his throat and slowly raised his hand, glancing around nervously at all his other classmates.

"Ah, good!" she happily said once she spotted his hand. "I know I can ramble sometimes – there must be something that made no sense! What's your question, young man?"

Silence fell again, but for her steady, husky breathing. He could feel every single eye in the room upon him. It was enough to make him sweat. Or maybe that was just the heat of her presence.

"Um, well." He was already forgetting his question. He traced his finger down the page once more to refresh his memory. "Did I have this right? Dragons predate humans by, um, ten million years?"

It was a pretty weak question, just confirming what she'd already told him, but it still made her smile. His heart did a little leap to know that he made her happy, even in such a small way.

"So say the estimates! You know us. We're prone to exaggeration, truly! But the oldest among us recall a much quieter time. No offence!"

She chuckled, and eventually the rest of the class did too. William could feel a palpable shift in the atmosphere of the room. People relaxed, let themselves exhale, loosened up in their seats. There were still plenty of stories about dragon attacks. Some of them surely made up by some jerk at the bar to sound tough. But there were others. Tales of people who simply ... vanished. Without a single trace. And until they saw just how friendly she could be, everyone was sharing in the same collective thought that the first person to offend her, or even just to catch her attention was going to be the first to disappear.

Shalla gave a closer look at William, her demeanour as bright and full of figurative butterflies as ever, so to speak. "Thank you for the question! May I ask your name?"

"Uh, William."

"Uhwilliam. Very well then!" she teased. "I hope to learn all your names soon enough. They are all so exotic! One at a time!"

The rest of the lesson continued like the first, except William was even more enamoured with his huge, scaly professor. Watching her closely, taking in every movement. The way her massive jaws somehow worked to form words with a voice that sounded so very nearly human when they shouldn't have been able to do anything more than snarl. Of course, he was still clinging to her every word. His own enraptured state aside, she was so casually bestowing on them knowledge that was completely new to them. Stories that few human ears ever heard. He made sure not to miss a single detail, even if it meant his wrist was aching by the end of class from the frantic note-taking.

He fell into a rhythm. Getting up early for her class to be sure he was never late. Paying rapt attention to her every word as he gazed fondly over her every scale for the full hour. And then returning to his dorm immediately afterwards in a flustered haze, taking everything he'd suppressed for that hour and turning it into an intense, rapidly pumping masturbatory session. Cumming, cleaning up, and then moving on with the rest of his day and his other, less interesting classes.

He couldn't help it. He was growing obsessed with her, perhaps. But rather than letting the thoughts of her emerald visage distract him, she served to motivate him through his other tasks. She kept his focus sharp, his energy steady. A silent motivation in the back of his mind whenever he felt like slacking off, or skipping out. He wanted to be the best possible student he could be. Push himself to the limits of his potential. For her.

By the end of the week, he was feeling much better than he ever had before. Sleeping soundly. Waking up without even a groan. He was even kicking some of his bad habits. Cutting out junk food, exercising more. Just being the best he could be, making the most of every minute. Maybe she'd just rubbed off on him in some way. Or maybe simply basking in her presence for an hour each day was enough to imbue him with something outright magical. Something that let him perform and exceed beyond usual human limits.

There were plenty of stories about the supernatural abilities of dragons. Many of them impossible to ever prove, and even contradictory. But it was enough to make him wonder. He wondered if she was making him better on purpose. Blessing him with a tiny taste of her power. If she had singled him out. If she, for some reason, was fond of the insignificant human who sat in front of her every day, gazing at her with hearts in his eyes. He got his answer at the end Friday's class.

It was another not-so-typical lesson, moving a significant chunk of history forward to speak of the first interactions between dragons and humans. She came off as a little sad throughout, and it wasn't for her own kind. They had fared just fine in such exchanges. It was the humans who were burnt, crushed, or eaten on sight for some time. How his species ever managed to survive living in a world with such powerful beasts, William had no idea. Shalla regretfully recounted just how much damage was done before the two sides ever came to any sort of agreement, but she brightened up by the end. She finished on a cheerfully optimistic note, hoping that what she was doing right that very moment would be the start of much better things for the two species.

It left everyone smiling, and she smiled right back on them. Showing off her gleaming ivories. William finished off the last of his notes, leaving the last entry with a big question mark at the end. Most of the other students had already cleared out for the weekend, leaving just him and a few other stragglers. Before he could get up, Shalla was suddenly even closer to him than she ever had been before. He ended up frozen in place, half-risen. Admittedly, in more ways than one.

"That look you're always giving me, William. I have certainly noticed." She let those whispered words linger in the air for a time. He was pretty sure his heart stopped until she went on. "If you would like to come by this evening for some extra lessons, I would be happy to have you. I'd hate to think you weren't fully grasping the lessons."

The only thing his brain could come up with in response to that was to blink rapidly. This went on for quite some time. Eventually he nodded. Which was almost more like a bow, given how much of his body shook along with the movement. She simply gave a chuckle. A deep, resonating sound that he could feel rumbling beneath his off-balance feet.

"I thought you might like the idea. Write this address down, please."

He grabbed his pen and took down the numbers she slowly dictated to him. He had no idea what part of the city that was, but that was what the internet was for. Gazing up at her once he was done, he just offered her a shaky smile. Trying to speak led to him outright choking on his own words. He coughed and cleared his throat, turning away a moment.

"Ah, what time would you like me there, professor?" he meekly asked.

"It's Shalla to you, if you please. Would eight o' clock work for you?"

He scribbled down that time just to be sure and gave her another vigorous nod. She winked at him, and began to withdraw herself from the room through that open wall.

"See you soon, sweetheart."

Where before his thoughts of her kept him motivated through class, kept him from getting distracted, after such a proposition he was a total mess for the rest of the day. He didn't tend to his usual after-class ritual of returning to his dorm. As pent up as he was. He was daydreaming all through his other classes. Barely taking a single note. Thinking about what could possibly transpire between the two of them, somewhere private. He assumed she had plenty of ideas, because he certainly didn't.

Getting to the address proved more difficult than he thought. It involved a bus to what felt like the edge of town, where the streetlights flickered and the roads were cracked and full of potholes. He felt like he was going to get robbed at any moment. Not that he had anything of importance on him. When he arrived at the spot he was supposed to be, his heart sank to find little more than an empty lot. Until he heard her wings.

The sight of her descending upon him was surely a sight unlike any he'd ever witnessed, but in the evening light he didn't even see her coming. Just heard her mighty wings catching the air, felt the rush of wind she produced in his direction, nearly knocking him off his feet. He staggered, catching himself, only to briefly lose his footing when she thudded to the dirt, rattling the very earth beneath his feet.

She was a force of nature, a danger that his deepest primal instincts were coded to fear, but he couldn't feel anything but adoration. Like he could drop to his knees and worship her at any moment. But he did his best to keep his cool.

"Good evening. I, um, wasn't sure if I had the right place."

She gave him a smile. Out of her class, she was more animated. And more intimidating too. She leaned in extra close, seeming to almost sniff him as she breathed of him. It was enough to make him blush. And half-mast him in a moment. She surely could tell, but, well, he wasn't feeling so ashamed of that anymore.

"Oh, this is just where we meet!" she brightly said, her words lighting up the night. "We still have a bit of a journey ahead of us."

"Where are we going?" He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Up!"

"Up?"

She dipped her head down nearly to the ground, and simply let that be the explanation. His eyes opened wide, almost watered. If he was about to experience what he thought he was, he was the luckiest human he knew. About to live a dream. Maybe it was dangerous, but of course he trusted her. He came close, hesitant, tiptoeing unnecessarily. She offered some words of encouragement.

"Don't worry! Climb right on! There are some scales that will serve nicely as handles. And I will be careful."

He had never been especially afraid of heights, but he didn't exactly welcome them either. His heart was going hard, his breath a little short. He was sweating a little. Her natural warmth, her inviting, exotic scent seemed even thicker than usual. A sweet, arousing fragrance in his nose, in his senses. Telling him to let go, to ignore all his inhibitions. To place his utter trust in her no matter the risks. She would keep him safe.

It took him some time to actually clamber up her neck. Even with her head lowered right down for him, she was still just so very much bigger than him. He found her scales rough yet comfortable beneath him, and he was able to latch on with a solid grip, keeping steady as she spread her wings and ascended at breakneck speed into the sky. He clutched tight and shook just a little. Watching the city lights growing distant beneath him. Feeling the air against his face, making his eyes water, his hair blow back. He had no idea where they were soaring off to, but it was clearly somewhere else. Somewhere far, and high. Where no human had been before.

He hardly saw the mountain in the moonlight, but it was their destination. By the time she touched back down, he realized he was gritting his teeth painfully. Tensing up every muscle so much it hurt, getting them all tied in knots. When she lowered her head back down again he just slumped off of her, failing to find his footing and collapsing to the hard stone floor. He took a moment to catch his breath, gazing over his surroundings.

The cave had been carved deep into the mountain, big enough for her to spread her wings out fully. It reminded him of a hangar, or a stadium. There was the glint of gold in the flickering torchlight, and the floor was lined with a regal red carpet that was plush beneath his body, but didn't lessen the impact of falling much. She was smiling down at him, folding up her wings again with a pleasing, leathery shoof. But there was another sound coming from deeper in the cave that he wasn't sure he liked.

William sat up, squinting his eyes to try to get a better look. There was a deep, ominous growl rumbling up from the shadows. Something that put him on edge, that brought all those deep-rooted instincts and primal fears back to the surface. Shalla must have seen the fear on his face, because she leaned close to whisper to him in her most comforting of tones.

"Oh, don't you worry about my mate. He's just a big sweetie."

He blinked. "Mate?"

"Mmhmm. He wanted to meet you too. I told him all about you!"

William bit his lip. He was fairly certain they were going to have some time alone that evening. Having a male dragon looming over him the whole time was going to make it a lot harder to get comfortable. Especially if he was at all the jealous type. Maybe that was just a human thing? He could only hope, because he was about to meet him.

It could have just been the torchlight, but the male dragon's scales seemed almost impossibly red. Like he was somehow made of fire itself. He came treading forth in slow, stalking steps, maintaining that ominous growl in his throat. His eyes were suitably burning crimson, and his teeth were on display in what started as a snarl. But it slowly shifted into a surprisingly pleasant smile, something he shared with his mate as he laid those hellish eyes on the new arrival.

"Ah! You must be William. It is a pleasure to meet you. Apologies if I gave you a scare. Territorial instincts, you know!"

He gave a hearty chuckle, and William felt a little better. Enough to get up on his feet, at least.

"It's good to meet you, sir," he tentatively said, wanting to offer a handshake but realizing that probably wouldn't have worked out well for him.

"Call me Onin! Shalla has said good things about you. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

William was still wrapping his head around the whole event. To be in a dragon's realm like that, surrounded by two of the most powerful creatures in the entire world, and welcomed, that was something he never could have imagined could really happen. That they actually seemed fond of him on top of everything else was almost too good to be true. He returned Onin's smile, though he faltered after a moment when a thought occurred to him.

"I'm sorry if I've offended. I didn't know that Shalla had a partner."

The way Onin tipped his head was oddly endearing. "What would I possibly have to be offended about? Unless you are a very potent master of illusions, you are no dragon. I welcome any and all humans who wish to pay us both a visit!"

He lowered his voice a little, dipping his head down close to William's face so he could feel every word rumbling through his fragile human bones. "And besides. There are many uses for an eager human."

That left William briefly staggered, biting his lip. He had been drawn in that lair by his attraction to the dragoness, but he'd never even considered a male dragon. Given the size difference, there was perhaps even less he could do for a male dragon than a female one. Especially considering what Onin was sporting between his legs, soon shown off blatantly when he laid himself down and rolled over onto his side. Dragons weren't much for modesty, it seemed.

William had never really tried to imagine what a dragon's dick might look like, and the answer was slickly extending from a spreading slit beneath his tail. Thicker than a tree trunk, pulsing as it formed. Coming to an impressive pointed tip, decorated with elaborate ridges like the engravings on a royal sceptre. It was a distinctly unusual violet tone. Not the colour of an engorged cock, but rather a vivid, elegant shade that was hard to take his eyes off of. If he hadn't been attracted to male dragons before, he certainly was now.

He allowed himself a glance over to Shalla, and found her looming over the whole scene with a broad grin. She'd never looked like that in class. This was more than simple contentment, but rather delight. If slightly perverse. She didn't even have to say anything for him to get the idea. The scent of her arousal was starting to warm his face, to go along with that of the male dragon. She wanted to watch him serve her mate. William had any idea how to even start with such a thing, but if it would make her happy, he would do it.

Onin rumbled some encouragement. "Oh, don't worry. We won't be selfish. Show me what a human tongue can do, and we will both be sure to reward you."

How they could even reward him, he honestly didn't know. But he liked the sound of that. He stood there considering his clothing for a time. Whether it might get in the way of what was to come. He decided to just do away with it, stripping out of his top, then going for his pants. They didn't seem to react much to his nudity – which made sense when he thought about it. They were always naked. Though as hesitant as he was being, his arousal revealed how he truly felt about the situation. He was throbbing harder than he ever had before. It was almost too much.

Considering the spire of purple dragon dick towering before him was an intimidating one. But if what they said of dragons was true, then they surely enjoyed some proper worship. To be treated like a god, or thereabouts. So he wandered slowly forth, raising his hands to press against the hardened length of Onin's cock. Rubbing at it, taking in its texture for starters. It was longer than William was tall, so there was clearly nothing he could do but rub it. And lick it. As new as it was for him, he went straight for tasting that meaty length as thoroughly as he could without much hesitation at all.

And he liked it. A musky, masculine flavour like nothing he'd ever had before. The first stroke was simply testing, simply trying to appease the great red predator. But once he'd had a taste, he couldn't go without some more. Soon he didn't have to exaggerate his devotion. He slurped and slathered Onin's cock from base to middle, as high as he could reach, his mouth watering and his attention growing wetter. He hugged himself right to Onin's shaft, even let himself grind his own arousal against it, feeling his own saliva slickly schlurking with every hump. None of it displeased the dragon, who only grunted his approval from above. Huffing a little harder, a little hotter.

William was sweating, but he didn't pay it any mind. He was about to get a whole lot warmer. His efforts were already being rewarded in the form of a generous deluge of leaking juices dripping down from the dragon's tip. It was only a few drops, but for William it was enough to coat him. Starting from the top of his head, soaking his hair in dragon-scented juices. Then trickling over his shoulders, running down his back, his chest. Smearing all the way down to his feet, until he was coated and glistening with the mark of a horny reptile. He didn't feel even a hint of embarrassment. Not when he was being told he was doing a good job of pleasing an actual dragon.

"How is he treating you?" Shalla asked. She'd been leaning close the whole while, almost looking like she was going to join in on the licking. But she just left William to his working, letting the sight of a human pleasuring her lover bring her to greater heights of lust.

"Mm. Such a small creature. You wouldn't think his tongue could feel as good as it does." Onin fondly rumbled. "But I can feel his eagerness. His devotion. He's always wanted to do something like this. Even if he didn't know it until now."

William didn't respond to any of it. They were speaking to each other anyway. He just kept right on licking, cleaning off the shining coating that was clinging to Onin's shaft as his pre continued flowing down. Weaving through those ridges, or just spattering onto his bare skin. Tasting it was enough to make his knees weak. He knew no human could ever hope to be so potently male, so elegantly musked.

"He sounds like a good boy," Shalla said.

The words put a chill into William's body, even immersed in such sweltering heat. Something about the way she said it. Slightly condescending, but not mocking. Just telling him that he was smaller, weaker. At their mercy. She went on.

"I think it's time for his treat, don't you? Watching him working on you has made me terribly warm."

Onin grinned. "As you wish."

William got no chance to ask what she meant by that before she plucked him right up into the air. Gripping him between two toes, she let him dangled a moment, stunned and just mildly frightened. She was gentle enough of course, but he was still entirely at her mercy. There was little he could do to prevent her from doing exactly what she wanted with him. She let him wonder for a while. Simply holding him there, giving him that lusty smile. And then down he went.

He hardly got a chance to get a proper look at her genitals before he was being firmly introduced to them. They were surprisingly human, or at least similar. Not at all like other reptiles. She had a slick pussy that gleamed with her juices, one that he was soon immersed in as she dipped him feet-first into her quivering folds. He felt them clench around his ankles, almost hungrily. The wet noise approached deafening as he sunk into her. A single digit upon his head ensure he didn't wiggle free, simply pushing him deeper, deeper, until he was utterly engulfed, feeling her depths massaging themselves with him.

When he tried to move, he found those inner muscles were stronger than him. He wondered if he might be crushed, but his surroundings were so soft, so smooth that they couldn't possibly have hurt him. Her scent was all around. Thick, juicy, wet – he didn't know how to describe the exotic fragrance of a dragoness' arousal, but he adored it. Strong, but smooth. Pleasure in his lungs. Making every little sensation that much more intense as he let it intoxicate him. He was moaning inside her within seconds, the sounds muffled by those schlicking walls kneading all around him.

She was moaning too. In all his fantasies throughout the week, he had never quite imagined it properly. Though her voice was sweet and feminine, her growls of pleasure and arousal were anything but. They sounded aggressive, almost monstrous, resonating all the way down to where he was. Adding that much more stimulation to his intense situation. She was using him as her toy, flexing to slide him up and down, but in all her messy masturbating he never even got close to slipping free. She was clenching far too tightly for that.

There wasn't even much for him to do anymore. All he could really contribute was his own submission. Letting himself becoming a toy without complaint. Squished hard by his slick surroundings, but never crushed. Never harmed. She cared for him. Kept him safe and comfortable. And didn't mind at all when he began to grind around within her. Thrusting, humping back and forth as he throbbed so hard his whole body twitched right down to his toes. He wondered if it was okay to cum inside her. Because he wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. Not with that blissful sensation spreading all the way to his scalp, the sounds of squelching insides titillating him as he rubbed himself against those rich, hot walls.

He thought it couldn't possibly be more overwhelming. Every single inch him was being massaged by a huge, soaking dragon pussy. And massaging her right back in turn. He was being clenched upon with such power, sinking deep into the tender touch of her insides. The heat was overwhelming, bring him to the point he couldn't tell her juices and his own sweat apart. He was drenched either way. But just when the pleasure of the tight, heated, soaking embrace seemed like it was at its peak, he found himself sharing Shalla's sex. The situation got much more cramped for him, but at least Onin was being relatively careful too.

It took William a few seconds for him properly process what he was experiencing. Something no human ever had. Or so he assumed anyway. He listened to the growls coming from the outside, shaking him to the very core. Two voices, male and female. Snarling to each other as they began their courtship. Hot, messy, causing steam to rise from between their scaly bodies as Onin began to thrust. And William was just caught up in between them both, pinned flat against the humid walls of the dragoness' cunt by a rigid dragon cock. Fragile and soft, but somehow intact as he clung to the dragon's dick, riding it back and forth, adding his own small contribution to the pleasure Shalla was receiving.

The sound he made was a whimper at best, and he didn't even hear it himself. There was far too much wetness splashing all around him. Only growing wetter as Shalla was more aroused. Onin pumped and fucked his mate, letting her juices spatter out and run smooth down her scales. The combined musk of them both would have choked William if it wasn't ambrosia in his lungs. He held on tight and simply took the ride, letting himself be plunged deeper and deeper into the dragoness until he almost felt like he was going to faint from the heat. But that would have meant missing out on the experience, so he just did his best to stay awake. Breathing in slow, strong huffs. Focusing. Taking in the sounds, the touches.

There wasn't a tremendous amount of air, but he was still breathing. The air itself was pure dragon sex, but he had never thought it could smell so sweet. The finest perfume. If somewhat raunchy. He was getting smeared in it, the musk soaking deep into his skin until he was drenched to his very bones. Or at least that's how it felt. He was going to have to get used to smelling that way, because a dangerous grunting growl from outside announced something big was coming. William braced himself with what remained of his energy.

Onin's shaft flexed taut, the ridges and veins bulging out, pressing even harder against William's body. Keeping him from breathing for just a few seconds. He couldn't move a muscle. Couldn't even suck in a breath as the dragon cum began to flow. It instantly immersed him. Coating his entire body, getting in his mouth, his nose. Even his ears. He was left stunned and floating there, barely more than part of that enormous cumshot that was filling Shalla. Overfilling her even, leaving a great creamy mess pouring out of her pussy as William added his own comparatively tiny offering, rushing forth with an orgasm of his own, the squirt swiftly lost amidst the gushing load from Onin.

He was finally free once Onin loudly pulled out of that creamed cunt. Shalla fetched him, grasping him between two fingers and bring him out into the slightly less humid air. It took some time of coughing and even choking to properly clear his cum-clogged throat. He was dripping steadily, great gobs of draconic semen plapping to the rug below. Even once he was breathing again, if somewhat raggedly, he still couldn't see. Couldn't taste anything but Onin's cum, along with some leftover flavour of Shalla's sex. He couldn't even hear yet. So he had no way of knowing those two tongues were coming for him, startling him when they pressed firm to his body. Slurping the cum away in huge, powerful strokes until he was relatively himself again. Just coated in drool rather than jizz. Which was almost as thick once they really started layering it on.

He was still sweating, too. Their breath wasn't quite as hot as Shalla's insides, but still like dangling there in front of an oven. Onin was holding him up high, and Shalla was right next to him. William was inches away from the fangs of two grinned dragons, basking in their warmth, trying to determine just what they still had in mind for him. He certainly had nothing left to contribute. Some part of him was still a little aroused, but his cock was numb after that orgasm. He curled his toes, closed his eyes a while, and opened them again. Peering into theirs, trying to read those intense glares they were giving him.

"Mmm. Such a delightful plaything." From so close, Shalla's voice nearly deafened him, even in that low, sultry tone. "I am pleased to find the rumours are true."

"And what rumours are those, dear?" Onin asked with a knowing tone. William got the sense he was being teased again, but this time something about it made him nervous. There was just something ominous about their tone.

"Everyone says that humans are a tasty little treat. Hardly a real meal, but a satisfying snack, at least!"

Onin nodded, grinning a bit more broadly. "Oh, and he is tasty, isn't he? A bit salty, but there's nothing wrong with a little junk food now and then."

William felt his breath going short. He wasn't sure if they were being serious, but his instincts didn't carry. His thoughts flooded with the urge to flee, and try as he did to remain still, he couldn't help but squirm in Onin's grasp. Not even the fall to the floor below could dissuade him from trying to break free.

"Aww. William, don't be scared. You know it's not for good, right?" Shalla softened her tone, speaking comfortingly.

It didn't do much to stop William from squirming. He gave her a look, watching the hungry expression on her face shifting to a more nurturing one. Motherly, even. If dragons could even emulate such a thing. He narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean?"

“I suppose we haven't quite got around to that part in class just yet. You're not going to die, dear. We are not that cruel. You'll be safe and sound back home by morning. I promise."

“But it's ... I don't ... “ he stammered, looking back and forth between both dragons. “You want to eat me?"

Onin just leaned in and took another slurp of William's body. From his toes all the way up to his face, sparing nothing for modesty. He could only wriggle faintly in response. His body was frozen up. Especially when Shalla just pushed him just a little closer to her lover's mouth as the red dragon started to open his jaws up wide. There was nothing but darkness at the back of his steaming maw.

“I want to watch my mate eat you," Shalla softly admitted. “It would make me very happy if you let him."

"I will be gentle of course." Onin's words were slightly muffled as he gaped his mouth open before the human. "You are our guest."

William again exchanged a look with Shalla. Biting his lip, trying not to look directly into Onin's throat. “You're sure I'll be okay?"

“Of course. You are my student. It would be awfully suspicious if you went missing in the first week of class, wouldn't it? When you're back, you'll get to say you were a part of history. And part of a dragon too!"

She softly chuckled, though it turned into something more like a moan. She sounded like she was getting off on the very idea, barely holding back the lust it was making her feel.

“O-okay. Just, watch the teeth," he finally conceded. Maybe he didn't really want to do it. But it if would please her, maybe it would be worth it. Though he might have to ask for extra credit in exchange!

“Excellent! I'm going to enjoy devouring you," Onin bluntly stated, and lifted William a little higher, letting the two of them look eye to eye. "I know we're trying to get along a little better with humans these days. But you really make it difficult sometime, tasting like you do!"

He swiped his tongue across William's face again, leaving him sputtering hot drool.

"Try to relax. I know it's difficult. But if you doubt it's really safe, just think. Why would we have bothered asking you first otherwise? If I just wanted to eat you on sight, who would have stopped me?"

"Not me," Shalla chimed in. "I love watching you eat them."

So William wasn't even going to be the first. He hadn't said a word. But to see her so on board with the idea, it was a little arousing, he had to admit. He wondered if anyone had ever experienced this before. Become dragon food, and lived to tell the tale. Well, lived later. Because he was pretty sure he wasn't going to last in there for long.

"I'm crazy for doing this," he said meekly. He had meant to be louder, but it got lost along the way somewhere. "I should just ask you to take me home. But I'm so curious what it'll be like..."

"You are home," Onin seductively rumbled. "Right where you belong."

With that, he opened his mouth up even wider. Letting William see all the strands of saliva stretching and snapping, flicking spit in his face. Letting him sweat as his breath steamed upon his skin. Onin stretched his tongue out like a red carpet, rolling it out near William's dangling feet, ready to slurp him inside. That was when Shall tossed him into the air.

William ended up screaming pretty hard as he went up into the air, descending fast for a terrible moment. Onin snapped him up before he could fall too far. The lunge of his jaws and the clack of his teeth coming together was terrifying, but it didn't harm him any. He was softly nestled atop the dragon's outstretched tongue, plapping to its cushioned surface and lingering there a while, stunned. Then he was dragged inside, mashed up against the top of Onin's mouth, sliding slowly towards his open throat. All that William could think to do was scream, no matter how willing he was. It was still frightening. Though he ended up barely making a sound as he got swiftly smothered by the hungry dragon's tongue.

"Wait, wait ... I'm not sure if ..!" he yelped out. Despite his agreeing on doing this, he had already starting to panic. Mortal terror was hard to ignore. His muscles were already exhausted, and the fear made it already much harder to move. He was staring down the gullet of a creature his ancestors had feared enough it was simply in his blood. Gazing directly into oblivion.

The only answer was a damning glurk. Onin had nothing more to say to him, and he wasn't going to stop. He might have even thought William was just playing it up to please him. Shalla was moaning in delight nearby, but the sound was fading quickly as he descended. There was only the wet sound of swallowing. The tight squeeze of the dragon's throat. And his own cries as he was eaten whole. Slipping forth along Onin's tongue and entering his gullet. Getting squeezed at like he was nothing more than food. Pushed into the darkness no matter how hard he squirmed.

Shalla wasn't going to interrupt, even if he was still uncertain going down. She was playing with herself just to watch, massaging her creamed pussy with her tailtip. Then plunging it right inside, pumping at herself as she enjoyed the naughty show. Flinging heavy gobs of Onin's seed in all directions as she pleasured herself to the sight of William being swallowed. He hardly even made a bulge in the dragon's ruby throat.

A few more heavy gulps, and he was gone. Pushed all the way down Onin's throat and into the heat below. That alone would have been almost unbearable, but things got even worse for him. Squeezed down, never quite freefalling but squished inside instead, he eventually was forced through a tight wall of flesh and into a chamber that was even hotter. And messier. If he expected a dragon's stomach to be a tidy place, he was sorely mistaken. His plummet ended in slimy splash, and he was beneath the surface of a chunky, half-digested mass of Onin's previous meals. Becoming simply part of the chyme.

Or so it felt until he struggled back to the surface. His feet couldn't touch the bottom. He was coated in unrecognizable bits of something. Steaming in those fluids. Were they acids? They weren't burning him any, but he could hear a threatening sizzle from all sides. Along with a steady gurgle, bubbling away all around him. He wasn't going to be able to keep his head above the surface for long. It was too hot. He was too tired. And the contractions of Onin's powerful belly could easily have crushed him at any moment.

He fought anyway, splashing and struggling to keep from going under. Delaying the inevitable. Forced to consider whether drowning or digesting a worse fate. But before he weakened entirely, he felt a particular compression around him. One that squeezed inwards on his body, forcing the stomach juices higher, over his head. But he didn't get submerged for long. Instead, he went upwards. Shoved right back up the way he came, maybe even quicker than he went down. Finding himself crudely belched up into Onin's maw once more, his skin still tingling and dripping away. Maybe that was it, and they were going to let him go.

Onin flopped him around with his tongue, pressing him against the side of his teeth teasingly before he could relax for long. His slowly spoken words carried a dominant tone. Like a king addressing his subject.

"You feel that? I could let you out whenever I want. Every second you spend inside me is my own choice. You're at my mercy." He hissed out, in pleasure. "Some part of you loves it. It's so much easier to just ... give in. Let yourself feed your natural predator. This won't take long. Pardon me if it grows briefly unpleasant."

With that, William was thrown back into the dragon's gullet by a rough toss of Onin's head, and sliding all the way down again. He reached out, grasped at the walls around him, or just tried to make himself as tall as possible. Anything to slow his descent, to get himself lodged in there. He wasn't trying to make Onin regret eating him but he couldn't just ignore his instincts and let himself be eaten without a struggle. Yet he was powerless, and he knew it. His body was giving in. Wanting him to just pass out and recover for a while. Even if it would mean not waking up again. Until later, anyway.

The second splash into those heated digestives was painful. He bellyflopped atop the surface before going under. Struggled and kicked but he couldn't rise above the sludge. It shifted and compressed all around him, knocking him about with chunks of food. He could feel bones among the mess. Some of them could have been human, others were too large for that. It wasn't going to be long until his own were going to clatter around with them.

His body was already giving in. Already starting to join the dragon's digestives, to be metabolized by his unrelenting hunger. His skin was first. Flaking, weakening, burning away. Stripped from him to reveal the much more sensitive flesh and muscle beneath. His feet and hands at first, but the damage was everywhere. Up his limbs, across his body, even his face. He was never going to look the same even if he did somehow escape.

Shalla came in close to him. He knew because he could feel her, pressing her head right up against the swell of Onin's belly. His gut wasn't sagging because of his meal or anything. He was just a little chubby, surely from all the other meals he'd devoured recently. She nudged and nuzzled at her mate, firmly enough that William could feel it. Jostling him around, pushing him back and forth as she listened to him digesting. Taking pleasure from it, even when it started getting unpleasant for him. Somehow, he still trusted him.

"Mmm. I'm sorry, William. This is all so very naughty of me. Watching my own student getting eaten, when I'm supposed to be one of the nice dragons." He could just barely hear her through all the noise around him. "But I just could not help myself. I saw that look you gave me. Right from the very first day. I could smell the arousal from you, even if you thought you were hiding it. I knew that all I had to do was give you the word, and you would do anything I asked."

He couldn't reply, not with his body so swiftly dissolving. The acid running down his throat. So she gave a soft chuckle and continued.

"I thought about eating you myself. Maybe even in class. Ask you to stay a little longer, then snap you up as soon as we were alone. Perhaps I still will someday. Without even warning you first." She playfully snarled. “But I knew I'd enjoy it even more if we both got to toy with you awhile. If I got to watch your face as you slipped away into my lover. I know Onin's going to enjoy digesting you. I can hear you sizzling. You're making us both happy, you know. Like a good boy. Now just digesssst."

Her last word came with an extended, sultry hiss. It sounded quite similar to the constant hot sizzle he could hear as ruthless dragon acids ate away at his body. For a brief second or two, the pain was unbearable. Every single nerve on fire with the knowledge of what was happening to him. Being digested alive by a dragon who hadn't even bothered to chew him first. Onin might have been careful with him, but his natural processes had no mercy to spare. William's own body seemed to take pity on him. The pain numbed out along with everything else. His senses dulled and died, leaving him only partly aware of what was truly happening to his body. Just in time for great chunks of his flesh to start sloughing off his very bones.

He could still hear it. Filtered through the juices he was submerged in, and nearly drowned out by the constant gurgles of the dragon's belly, but there was still the sound. The squishy, fleshy noises of his body being destroyed. Everything vital melted down to sludge and slurry, slipping away to join the sloshing mess. Indistinguishable from all the other meals. Pulled down into the dragon's intestines to further nourish him like he was nothing more than a piece of meat.

In those final moments, when he was barely more than skeletal. Peeled and stripped and hollowed out but for the last, most vial of his organs. When he was on the very cusp of succumbing to digestion, drowning and melting and simply falling apart all at once, he felt something. A strange bit of euphoria, swarming through what remained of his senses. A strange feeling of happiness, of pleasure, almost ecstasy. He couldn't be afraid anymore, not when he felt that good. Maybe it really was his purpose, to dissolve in the bottom of a dragon's gut. Or maybe it was just the scattered thoughts of an oxygen-deprived mind as he turned to mush in Onin's stomach.

Either way, he was gone shortly after. Pulled apart and crumbling to fleshy bones. Those two would be stripped clean, ensuring not a single ounce of meat was wasted. Even that broken skeleton would melt down in time. Cracked and pockmarked, leaking marrow. Everything would serve to feed the dragon. Every trace of his existence gone from the world, at least temporarily. But for what little managed to survive the long, thorough trip through his intestines, of course.

At least he'd made his professor climax. Twice, in fact. Both of them were only indirectly caused by him. But she'd gone over again while she pressed her head close to Onin's middle, listening to her student fading there inside him. She got herself off with her tail, squirting all over her scales, making even more of a mess. That whole cave smelled of dragon sex. It was a place no humans ever got the privilege of being. William had been lucky. For as long as he lasted until the inevitable happened, anyway. Now he was little more than a smoky belch churning up from Onin's gut, treated as nothing more than a meal until they said otherwise. All he had to rely on was the trust he left in the clutches of those ravenous predators.

***

William had been little more than a snack, and so the progress of his digestion simply meant joining with several other meals. Passing through Onin's intestines, dried out and mingling with the digested remains of several other creatures. Mixed in with the bones of large land mammals, or even another human or two. All anonymous in that final, unflattering waste that eventually made it to the base of the dragon's tail. He set out from the cave to survey the land in search of a place to relieve himself.

A forest clearing was adequate enough. Far away from human civilization, but close enough that some adventurous type might well have wandered by as he did his business. He wouldn't have minded. He was starting to get a taste for humans. And the way they squirmed in fear even when they agreed to go down his throat. A naughty delight for his crueller side. He didn't think of himself as a tyrant, a monster. But just as humans were instinctively afraid of dragons even if they didn't know it, there was something in the blood of dragons that simply brought them such pleasure to destroy, to torment, to consume.

And the end result was always the same. A swift snort on Onin's behalf, and he started to push the warm, dark mass of several former meals down onto the forest floor. It was the new form of several other people and creatures, but William was there among them somewhere. A shattered skull poking out of one of the many thick logs of heated, steaming dragon shit. Ignoble and discarded as a mound piling up there among the trees. Pound after pound of solid dark brown waste piling up higher than William had once stood. Forced out from beneath that lifted tail, making the dragon faintly grunt at most. He'd digested well. Humans never gave his belly any trouble.

That was how it would have stayed if Onin was a nastier dragon. It would have been as easy as simply neglecting to think about him. Nobody would have ever found out what a terrible fate had befallen him. That shitpile would dry up under the sun and join the soil, nourishing the plant life as one final contribution. But Onin was a dragon of his word. A little focus, a concentration of ancient dragon magics, and the digested human was quite whole again. Back home somewhere safe, waking up in his own bed and probably wondering if it had all been some particularly vivid dream. Onin smirked to imagine what he was thinking in that very moment. A nice young human, he was. He hoped to himself that Shalla would bring him out for another visit as he took to the skies once more.

As for her, she greeted her class on Monday with the usual smile. One that grew just a little wider as she glanced out over the seats. Every single one of them full of eager humans, including William. She was glad he wasn't too disoriented or traumatized by the experience to skip out on class. They exchanged a knowing smile, making him squirm in his seat. And when she leaned close, silently reminding him that she could freely eat him any time she liked, the look of awe and fright on his face made her a little warm beneath the tail. He was so much fun to toy with!

There was no time for flirting though. It was time for another lesson. As much as William had enjoyed himself, as much as he was brimming with new ideas, desires, fantasies now that he knew a dragoness enjoyed his company, he still respected her enough to pay careful attention to her words. She spoke brightly of a new time for humans and dragons, starting with the mutual understanding that the two species were just different in some ways. No kidding. He had never known a human to digest someone else for pleasure!

Looking out on that sea of faces, all of them looking so happy to see her, Shalla couldn't help but consider who else might have also made a good meal for herself or her lover. Maybe this one. Him. Or her. Or both of them, up in the third row. Most of her class would be left untouched, of course. Too indulgent and she risked souring the reputation of her kind. She did genuinely want to foster better things between the two species.

But in the end, a dragon was still a dragon. Sitting in the presence of all those trusting humans flooded her mind with thoughts of them slipping and sliding down her gullet, or down Onin's, to be turned to the base nutrients they so generously were made of. She would see how the semester went, and how many students caught her eye, unknowingly arranging for themselves an extra private lesson in the intricacies of dragon biology.