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Panting and drenched with sweat, Hector fell onto the sheets, his softening shaft sending a jolt of pleasure through him as his ass dripped with Azes's creamy contribution. Peering over his shoulder, he wiggled his hips, teasing the dragon with his handiwork. "Gods, it's like you get more feral with each night I spend in your bed. What's possessed you?"

Dragging Hector backward and burying his questing tongue between glazed cheeks, Azes growled playfully, lapping at the sloppy mess. As though sharing a kiss with a lover, he pressed his lips to the human's hole, greedily taking back everything he gave and swallowing it. Biting a cheek, he shined Hector's innards and lapped every drop, then sat back, his drooping cock still dribbling onto the sheets. "Forgive me. I was overwhelmed by your brilliance, young angel."

Falling to the sheets next to Hector, his chest heaving and his muscles glistening with the effort of hours of desperate, spontaneous sex, the dragon laid on his side, propped up by one elbow. "I've had a bit of an epiphany thanks to our discussions. One that I can't believe I haven't dreamed of before. I suppose, in retrospect, all I needed was a muse."

"If this is a marriage proposal, I'm afraid I must decline. My calling doesn't lend itself to monogamy." Nuzzling into one scaly red pec, Hector luxuriated in the well-fucked sensation radiating through his body, his legs almost numb. Azes was always so warm and accommodating, and Hector had to admit that the tired dragon occupied a special place in his heart, but he wasn't lying. Marriage wasn't something he'd consider for at LEAST ten years, at the least.

"No, no. Though I would be honored if someday you wanted these old bones to belong to you, that's not what I'm getting at." Turning to reach beneath the bed, Azes showed off his rump for a moment, his tail swishing from side to side and fanning glistening cheeks before he found what he was looking for, returning to Hector's side. With the same excited smile, he unwrapped a bundle with all of the excitement of a child showing a parent their drawing.

Unveiled by gentle paws, a beautiful dagger sat on the dragon's stomach, its hue almost matching Azes's scales and design far more ornate than the swords Azes spent hours mass producing. Etchings wrapped the blade, while the pommel held a serpent's scale pattern that faded seamlessly into the sharpened point.

"Wow. You've found a way to channel your artistic talents into your work. This dagger looks like something every noble would piss themselves over. Mother and father would have an entire case constructed to display it and would endlessly brag." Reaching out to run his fingers over the etched pattern, Hector took in the shimmering artistry with all the appreciation he showed for its owner.

"My father used to tell me that colors like this were imperfect, that infusing a piece of ourselves into the metal was a waste of time. And now, my patrons are more interested in bulk than quality, but this little beauty, an alloy made with my scales and mithril, outperforms a HUNDRED swords." Holding out a claw in a demonstration, Azes swiped the blade, carving through the material like a hot knife through butter. "And this level of craftsmanship takes me maybe half an hour? I could do something worthy of royalty if I took my time."

"I can't take credit for something this beautiful, but I'm glad I could help you realize that you're capable of more." Carefully taking the sharp blade from the dragon's hands and depositing it on the bedside table, out of reach of other appendages it might irreparably damage, Hector straddled Azes's hips, leaning in for a lazy kiss. "I suppose this means you'll have a lot more free time. Maybe I could show you the city's new developments? Working in the forge for hours surely didn't leave much time for socializing."

"I won't have time for a few days until I can hook the patrons on my new products, but that does sound nice. Spending most of my free time in your embrace is undoubtedly sweet, but if I'm not careful, I'll start decorating my weapons with inappropriate designs. I'm sure some noble's son would pay a pretty penny for a cock-saber, but I have a reputation to uphold." Squeezing Hector's ass, Azes worked his way up the bed, his head cradled by the pillows, for once not showing any sign of exhaustion after their wild sex.

"Imagine the money from cheap brothels, buying your swords as props for their costumes that double as a defense against overly rowdy customers. 'All will fall before the mighty cock-bucklers!'" Laughing at his joke, the human stared up at the doting dragon from his position between soft pecs, unbothered by the lazy smear of soft, dripping dragon cock over his stomach. "Let me know when things settle down. We'll go out for a meal."

"You spoil me. Never too busy for this decrepit dragon." With nothing else to say, Azes luxuriated in Hector's attention, drawing him further until he could bring his sloppy, talented tongue to bear. Without urgency, he slipped past Hector's lips, his free paw cradling the human's head while his appendage explored the human's mouth. Moments blurred together as the two lazily kissed, ignoring the resurgence of their manhoods and eventually dozing off as the cool night air dried sweat and encouraged Hector closer to Azes's welcoming heat.

By morning Azes was already gone, but Hector found a note on the bedside table next to the lingering warm imprint of his friend. As he stretched lazily, contemplating his morning erection and waiting for it to subside so he could visit the lavatory, he unfurled the parchment, blinking away sleep and settling into the dragon's warmth.

[Can't stay for breakfast. Have a wonderful day at work. As a token of my appreciation, I've ordered something that should ease your struggles with larger males. Regale me with stories of its use tonight.

-Your Friend, Azes.]

Next to the parchment, a bottle with swirling liquid caught Hector's eye. Uncorking it, he sniffed it, then drizzled a drop of the strangely scentless goo onto his finger. Slickness that put even the most productive dragon cock to shame coated his fingers, removing all friction as he stared in wonder. With something like that, his only limit to taking larger males was his tolerance for the ache of being overfilled.

"You big softy. Of course, you knew what to get for a whore." Smiling, Hector transferred his slick fingers to his cock, testing the lube with slow strokes and closing his eyes as he imagined how easily he'd ream Azes's rump with its help. A soft tingling sensation coated his shaft along with the goo, and he groaned aloud as he approached orgasm, stopping just as he felt his balls drawing up in preparation to paint the sheets.

Removing his hand and biting his lower lip, Hector watched as his cock wilted, disappointed, and dripped without a finish to quell its raging throb. Silently apologizing to the half-hard length, he stood up, slinking to the bathroom and tending to his daily routine. By the time he was fully dressed, smelling like the latest softening tinctures, his dick finally calmed down, though it still dripped hungrily, as though leaving a reminder of its denied pleasure in his pants.

"Looks like you've been double booked today. Want me to put off one client, or do you think you could talk them into a half-price threesome?" The stablemaster sat in his usual seat, though he seemed to have company. Coiled meekly behind his stool, muzzle buried between the stable master's chubby cheeks, Jielong sat with his eyes closed, his tongue working at the stablemaster's hole as though it was the only thing he'd ever wanted.

"Do I know either of them?" Hector asked, peeling off his clothes and cradling Azes's gift in one arm as he stretched in the nude. He'd never participated in a threesome, but as long as both dragons were into it, he was always game. There were very few hard limits when it came to pleasure, and the stablemaster already screened out the more extreme appetites.

"Your admirer has returned for a second taste, but the second client's new. Goes by the name of Qylranth." The stablemaster let his balls flop backward over the stool, his movements tearing a moan from the servicing dragon's muzzle as an eager tongue bathed their sweaty skin, returning to his hole between sampling laps. "Real pretty scales, but the most masculine voice I've ever heard."

"Oh, Ignis is back? I'm sure he'll love the opportunity to involve another dragon." Eschewing his cleaning brush, Hector winked at the stablemaster and tilted his head toward the slurping dragon as he walked off. "Don't keep her to yourself. She needs some dragon cock to satisfy those needy holes."

"She's got two more hours down there, and then she can have some cock." Sticking his tongue out at the younger man, the stable master settled back in, reaching behind to pet Jielong's muzzle as he dutifully serviced. Judging by the wiggle of his hips, he had no intention of letting Jielong free before his time was up, but the dragon didn't seem to mind. No doubt 'she'd' been promised something further to fulfill 'her' appetites.

Delighting in the opportunity to try out Azes's gift so soon, Hector stopped before the stable door and pressed his ear to it, listening in. With any luck, the two dragons were already getting acquainted, and he wouldn't have to break the tension himself, but he couldn't hear any conversation. Were they already having fun or sitting in awkward silence waiting for him? Either way, best not to wait around.

Pulling open the door, Hector had to stop his head from shaking. Qylranth was easy to spot, with scales the color of a rare gem, sparkling with a rainbow of colors on a light blue background, and glorious wings curled above his back, leaning lazily against a hay bale with a stoic expression. His size dwarfed Ignis's soft silver body by a meter, but muscle replaced most of Ignis's squishier parts, bulging beneath his scales in sharp contrast to his brilliant coloration.

Ignis, unlike his usual confident, verbose self, seemed tongue-tied, staring at the other dragon with barely disguised wonder. He scarcely seemed to notice Hector's appearance, and as the human watched, a string of drool rolled down his cheek, confirming his attraction to Qylranth. Hector made it to his side before Ignis noticed, his bulky body jumping like a child with their hand caught in a sweets jar.

"U-Um, hello, young buck. Did I come at a bad time? I can return later if you'd like. It seems you have another client waiting for your capable services." Still stealing glances at Qylranth, Ignis attempted to stand up, revealing a bouncing cock beneath his stomach. Though its owner was shy, his shaft knew what it wanted. Hector didn't need any further encouragement. Dragon matchmaking seemed to be a new hobby forced on him by the gods, and he'd never been one to ignore the call of destiny.

"Nonsense. I'm insulted by the idea that I couldn't satisfy two clients." Patting Ignis's cheek and throwing him a conspiratorial wink, Hector continued, leading him closer to the object of his desire with a firm hold on the drake's horn. Turning toward the stoic male, he bowed, introducing himself. "Hello, good sir, my name is Hector, and this beautiful drake is one of my regulars, Ignis. I want to offer you a deal today. Half price to share my body between the two of you. Satisfaction guaranteed, or I will personally make it up to you on a date of your choosing~."

Cocking an eye ridge, Qylranth set eyes as iridescent as his scales on Hector, stretching with a yawn that showed off brilliant white teeth. "Oh, sorry, I didn't notice you there. I'm prone to daydreams. Honestly, I'm not sure what to make of any of this. Weeks ago, I was only a hatchling, so the thought of mating for pleasure or offspring hadn't crossed my mind. I'm here at Father's behest so that I can 'embrace my masculinity and ensure that I don't disappoint my first dragoness.'"

"That won't be a problem. Virginity has never been much of a hurdle for a professional." Looking from Ignis's coy stare at Qylranth's unfurling body, Hector hatched a plan to get the two more acquainted. "I'm afraid your size might be a problem for me, but maybe Ignis might be willing to provide you with an experience closer to that of a dragoness." Seizing the base of Ignis's tail before he could squirm, Hector showed off the puffy pucker between his mirror-like cheeks, ignoring Ignis's protesting yelp. "He's far more experienced with larger insertions than I~."

Ignis seemed as if he wanted to speak, but the eager bounce of his cock and the clench of his hole told Hector he loved this treatment. He even dipped down a bit, his rump upturned as though begging to be mounted. Attempts at getting away softened at the mention of giving himself to a younger male, and he hid his face in embarrassment, plush ass wobbling with each breath.

Contemplating Ignis's rump, Qylranth leaned in with a curious expression. "Can something so small accept me?" Nosing at Ignis's rear entrance, he sniffed gently, gaze wandering from Igis's experienced pucker to the emerging manhood splitting the slit between his legs, his heavy breeder balls wobbling as it oozed arousal.

"Why not give it a try? I know he loves tongues in his rump, and he's cleaner than a mountain stream." With a mischievous grin, Hector left the curious young male to play with Ignis's ass, kneeling and uncorking Azes's gift as Qylranth's length loomed into view, unfurling into a massive, ridged cock that made Ignis's look positively average. Reaching out to encourage the member's growth, he felt its heft, thrusting his hips against the heated warmth and licking along the base to taste Qylranth's musk. It was a shame that he wouldn't be the first to milk the magnificent shaft, but Hector could still remember the wishful tone that Ignis took on when he described larger males using his rump. Stealing away this opportunity wasn't something Hector was willing to do.

Slicking Qylranth's shaft with the gooey concoction, Hector used most of his body to spread it over every inch of exposed skin, milking virile strings of dragon pre from the tip. Daring to nuzzle against the apex and sip at the dribbling treat, he admired his handiwork, admiring the shimmering dark blue length.

"Mmmph." Following instinct's call, Qylranth pulled away from his attempts to stuff his muzzle into Ignis's rump, his pretty scales slick with drool as he climbed onto the unresisting, quietly moaning drake's back. With Hector's hands to guide him, he slowly pushed forward, his pointed tip catching the tonguefucked gape and spearing forward with agonizing slowness. At the first touch of Ignis's insides, his expressionless face split into the vacant pant of a rutting beast, his balls clapping against that silver rump as his first hard thrust drove him to the hilt.

Fleeing the wobbling slap of breeder balls as the young dragon lost control of his hips, Hector smirked as the dragon unfurled his wings, rutting forward in a steady rhythm to work his cock deeper into Ignis's hole. Abandoning the pleasant view of that plunging length, the human took a seat in front of the pleasured, cockdrunk drake's muzzle, bringing him back down to earth with a pat on the nose. Brandishing his cock and lifting his hips, he offered the drake his groin as though demanding payment for setting up his wildest fantasy.

Lunging forward like a starving dog, Ignis clamped his jaws lovingly over Hector's offering, shaking with every plunging thrust that threatened to bowl him over. Putting that long, dextrous tongue to work, he slimed the human's cock, then slipped it lower, mashing it against his hole until slickness and Hector's relaxing hole let him deep inside. Carnal moans vibrated through his appendage as he fucked Hector open in time with the shaft ramming his rear entrance, lost in the pleasure of whoring himself out to a younger male.

"Gods. Need. More." Voice vibrating with a growl, Qylranth surged forward, pinning the drake and fucking him hard enough that the room vibrated with syrupy squelches. Tongue hanging out, he wrapped forelegs around the drake's front, sinking his teeth into Ignis's shoulder. A litany of thrusts dragged a squeal of overstimulation from the drake's occupied maw, followed by final thrusts heralding his orgasm, the flow of dragon cum so forceful that Hector could hear the wet squish of excess slopping back out around his shaft, messing the floor below.

Silver eyes, crossed with simultaneous pleasure, glazed over, and Ignis's tongue lazily trailed over Hector's prostate, caressing his pleasure button. Drool coated the ground as he lost himself to his orgasm, and the grip of his maw loosened, his breath coming in gentle pants. Still, as if remembering another male needed his attention, he suckled, working Hector's cock against the roof of his mouth.

Soon joining both dragons in orgasm, Hector bucked his hips, leaning back against the hay as Ignis milked him for every drop. Easing his way out of the dragon's panting maw, he watched as Ignis's senses returned to him. Honestly, it was a good look for the wordy dragon, panting without a coherent thought and with nothing on his mind but the cock in his rump.

Slurping free from Ignis's rear entrance, Qylranth stood back up, removing his weight from the shuddering drake and clearing his throat. "Apologies. I seem to have lost myself in the moment. Are you alright?" He started, his voice hoarse from moans and still husky with desire. Before he could continue, something wet and sloppy silenced him, trailing his voice off into a pleased groan.

Insatiable and still dripping from the young buck's deposit, Ignis pinned the larger male down, locking his jaw to Qylranth's in a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss as his meaty haunches sat heavily on the other dragon's reawakening cock. Breaking their kiss long after either of them would have run out of air, he nipped the brightly colored dragon's chin, smearing his cum-glazed rump against the shaft between his cheeks. "More. Breed me." He commanded, his voice full of lust and passion as he tried desperately to catch Qylranth's cock on his hole in a clumsy attempt at riding him.

Watching as Qylranth's surprise faded into reciprocal, feral kisses and sloppy grinding, Hector chuckled, watching the show with his cock in hand. For now, he was content to watch Ignis get his wishes fulfilled. With any luck, Qylranth would enjoy himself so much that they'd become mates. He had to admit, the sight of silver haunches grinding against increasingly messy and significantly more colorful ones felt right.