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Meeting the family of a lover could be daunting no matter what the situation. You wanted to impress the mother, father, or whatever combination of family that attended the meeting. In this case, Adam wanted to impress the father of his lover and that carried a heavy weight by itself, especially considering that the man had practically raised his daughter by himself. However, he wasn't only just meeting a common single father. No, from what he had been told, his lover's family was an affluent sort with ties to ancient royalty. As such, they were very traditionally minded and her father even lived on an estate in the mountains. Falora, his lover, was a dragon and as such was expected to couple with another dragon but she had decided that he was going to be the lucky dog, quite literally, that captured her heart. Her father had already said that he would be fine with making an exception for her but that he wanted to meet Adam to assess him. That was on his mind as they drove up the mountain road nice and slow. In the passenger seat of the car without a worry in the world was his fiance. Falora was a dragoness with garnet scales, and hidden behind the lids of her eyes were pure gold. She wore a sweater at the moment that kept her body nice and warm. To him, she looked like royalty no matter what she wore, and well, he was just a hound. A shepherd mutt of some sort with black fur covering most of his body except for touches of white here and there, with a stocky and strong frame that came with exercise and a love of food. He didn't think of himself as ugly but he certainly didn't think of himself as royalty. Even wearing a dress shirt and slacks felt a bit odd but Falora had told him they'd be changing when they got there anyway into something a bit more traditional suited to her family. He just hoped that he wouldn't look like too much of a fool.

“Hun?"

He raised an ear and looked over to see his wife opening her eyes slowly. Adam then smiled as he took a turn nice and slow while speaking, “Good afternoon, sleepyhead. We should be at your family's estate soon."

Falora stretched and yawned aloud, “Pull over then. I'll drive the rest of the way and you can get a quick nap."

Adam shook his head while clucking his tongue, “Nah, don't need a nap."

“C'mon, you barely slept back at the apartment." She hummed while touching his thigh, “If you're stressed we could stop by the road and have a little alone time."

That did get his blood pumping and did take his mind a bit off of what was going to happen, but being a responsible and good boy he decided to instead say with a sigh, “As much as I'd love to pound one out in the backseat, I don't think that'd help me get to sleep either. I'll rest once we've gotten a good meal with your dad and everything has started to settle down a bit. For now I wanna focus on the road and uh, maybe study up a bit. With your help of course."

Falora chuckled, “Sweetie, just be respectful and you'll be fine. There aren't any sacred taboos you have to know about and no one expects you to follow some set of ancient rites. He might be traditional but I was never expected to take on the royal mantle and neither were my sisters. Maybe bow your head here and there, remember to say sir and you'll be fine. Oh yeah, and if he asks, tell him we'll give him grandkids as soon as we can."

Adam coughed while trying to keep his eyes on the road, “Grandkids? I mean, wouldn't he want us to get married first?"

“Well, yeah, but family is important to him and to the family in general. Mom and dad had me while they were still courting each other and some of my sisters too." She said with a little giggle that he hadn't missed.

“How many kids do you want?" He asked quietly.

Falora snickered, “Well, I'm used to having a really big family so—" She then stopped to laugh as he grimaced, her hand on his thigh squeezing gingerly as she added, “Relax! I'm kidding. We'll talk about that another time but I would like to have one or two with you if I'm being honest."

He breathed out, “Comin' from a big family myself, hearing you say one or two is a godsend darling."

She leaned over to give his cheek a kiss while muttering, “Good and you'll be fine. Daddy will love you. He's a bit intense sometimes but he's got a good heart like you and he's got my artsy fingers. You'll be able to find something in common with him, I just know it."

Adam nodded and sniffed, “I sure hope so hun, but thanks for the vote of confidence and advice. Means a lot."

It really did. While Falora settled back in her seat, Adam kept his mind on the road and nothing else. The mountains were a woody area around these parts with strong trees and heavy foliage. The roads turned and turned, winding through woods and out into the open road where you could see valleys of white flowers. You could still spot a bit of frost on the greenery along with a few signs that snow had been around but nothing that suggested that they'd be buried in the stuff by the time they got to the estate. The estate itself was located in one of those little valleys off the side of the road and heading down into a gated area. He found himself unable to help but gawk at the massive area reserved for the family. An estate? To him, it looked more like a palace from some sort of far-off country.

Past the gates, there was a road that had orchards on either side and beautiful trees covered in colored blossoms of all types of hues. There were even a few fruit-bearing trees among them. He wasn't sure what type of fruit but he was sure he'd get a chance to ask eventually. When they finally got to where they needed to park, it was in front of a massive building with sliding doors, and chimes hanging from the balcony. There were stone statues welcoming them of feral dragons holding expensive-looking orbs. When they got out of the car, there were servants to take their things. Maids and butlers with bright smiles and gentle tones that disappeared almost as quickly as they had appeared. He straightened his outfit as best as he could, grimacing in the rearview mirror but before he could ask Falora how he looked, he heard a voice calling them from the stairs.

“My daughter and her heart have appeared to me this day. Welcome both of you, welcome with all my soul." Intoned the voice.

When he looked toward the source of the voice he wasn't sure what to expect but the first thing he thought was simply; beautiful. A beautiful dragon stood there with a wide smile. Ruby-red scales with blue eyes like oceans. Antlers adorned his head and he wore robes that had panels running down the middle that revealed strong and plump thighs that warmed his cheeks the longer he stared. The man walked with his hands folded together, eyes peering down at his daughter with such joy before they scanned over to him. Adam inclined his head to be respectful and Falora did the same before throwing herself at her father as soon as he got to the bottom step.

The man laughed as he held his daughter, “How have you been dear? Eating enough? Perhaps for two?"

She hummed with such joy while squeezing her father, “Oh hush. You know I would have already told you if I was expecting. And as for eating, yes, I've been eating just fine daddy. How have you been though?"

Her father clucked his tongue, “I'll be doing just fine once I've finally gotten to meet the man who managed to snag my daughter."

Their eyes met as daughter and father separated and he cleared his throat to introduce himself, “Hello, sir. My name is uh, Adam. It is a pleasure to meet you."

At first, it seemed like the man was coming in for a handshake and Adam was prepared for that handshake but the man took hold of his hand with surprising strength and drew him into an unexpected embrace that took the wind out of his lungs, “I am honored to have my daughter's love here. Call me Haoran."

He winced but slowly returned the embrace, surprised by how soft the man felt. Adam then quietly responded once he found the words, “The honor is all mine, uh, seriously. I don't think I've ever been to a place with hired help, and I certainly haven't stayed at a temple, or palace, or whatever you might call this place."

“Temple or palace works." Said Haoran with a laugh while separating from him and grabbing onto his shoulders, “But look at you! A bit shorter than me but still plenty of mass. Construction? Gardening?"

He cleared his throat and felt his cheeks warm for some reason as the man appraised his musculature, “Well, no sir. Just an electrician."

His hands were then seized, digits pressing against the palms as the older male hummed, “Delicate but strong. I can appreciate that." Before he had a chance to respond or adjust, the man turned, tail curling and whipping around his hips for just a second as he walked away while waving for them to come, “Now then, your room is still being set up so, for now, I'd like to ask you two to come with me for a bit of dinner. I hope you're both hungry!"

Falora settled at his side with a big smile while he simply stood there gawking until she prodded him with a single finger and giggled, “See? Nothing to worry about!"

Adam gave his wife a look with a raised brow for a second but he let himself smile just a bit as he sighed, “I guess it was a good start. Just figured your dad would be a bit more strict."

As they walked together, she explained quietly, “My mother was the strict one and my father was the one who smoothed out her edges. He convinced her to let us choose our own names after a while so we wouldn't have to go around with such fancy names. Falora isn't even my birth name but one I thought sounded cute. He's going to keep testing you but he isn't going to put you through a gauntlet. I mean, maybe."

He was nodding up until that last part where he stuttered, “G-gauntlet?"

She giggled with a hand over her mouth, “Dad likes martial arts and thinks a man should be able to fight. He might ask to toss you around a bit but the worst you'll get are lessons and a lecture."

Adam rubbed the back of his head while muttering, “Man, hope I don't come off as too incompetent. I mean, I didn't tell 'em I came from a farmhound family out in the sticks. Think he'd judge me too harshly?"

“He'd be glad that he was right about your physique and he might ask you about a bit of gardening but no sweetie, he isn't going to protest our marriage because of that." Falora said quietly before squeezing his arm, “Just relax and everything will go fine."

Just relax. Easy for her to say. He wasn't exactly accustomed to the opulence of this sort of household and part of him was still worried that her father's tests would end up putting him in a bad light. For now, he went along with Falora into the actual home itself. They were brought into separate rooms by a few servants to get into something more appropriate for now. He took off his shoes and was put into clothing similar to Haoran's but with loose-fitting trousers. They were then led through hallways and various chambers with different adornments and things that appeared to be far too expensive for him to even look at.

The dining room they were brought to seemed to be more of a tea room sitting in front of an open balcony. There was a low table with little cushioned seats and Haoran was already sitting at the head of the table with a smile on his face and his hands folded in his lap. They sat together around the table and a variety of food was set down. He wasn't sure what most of it was but he at least managed not to look like a fool by being able to handle chopsticks. There were dumplings of some sort and rice he knew immediately but there were other little things that he wondered what they were. Spicy and savory things. Sweet and sour flavors as well.

In the middle of eating, he had almost forgotten where he was and noticed that Haoran was watching him with a big smile. Quietly he set down his chopsticks and opened his mouth to apologize before Haoran held up a hand, “A healthy appetite is good. My daughter and I have been catching up so you don't have to worry about holding a conversation."

He swallowed what was in his mouth before speaking up, “Sorry 'bout that. Haven't had the opportunity to eat much and the spread is delicious."

The dragon raised his ceramic cup and beamed, “Good! Eat your fill. I imagine you must be tired from the trip. The sun will be coming down soon so I won't bother you two too much but know that we'll get plenty of time to spend together tomorrow." He turned to Falora and chuckled, “Your sisters will be coming up from the other house to drag you away on a little day of hens."

Falora blinked, “Really? They're all here? Oh goodness, well, I mean I guess it'll be like a little bachelorette party." She then beamed, “But you know, that might be good. You two will have a chance to enjoy each other. You should take Adam on a little tour, daddy."

Haoran closed his eyes and rubbed his chin while humming, “I can do that. It would be good for him to get to know the layout of our home."

With that decided, they continued dinner with a bit of small talk. He wasn't sure if Haoran was taking it easy on him or what, but it seemed that the head of the house was happy as could be, and oddly enough, smiling at him. All Adam was doing was stuffing his face so he wasn't quite sure why the man seemed to be so pleased. Either way, he mostly didn't have anything to say at all. It was a combination of being exhausted and the fact that there was a lot of catching up to do for father and daughter. Once the meal was finished, they separated for the late afternoon. By now the sun was starting to go down and they were taken to a room with a large plush bed. All of their things had been placed in the corners and in closets for easy access and there was even a bathroom should they need it. He immediately melted onto the bed and shut his eyes. Falora and all her splendor didn't say a word, she simply kissed his forehead and shut off the lights.

A few hours later he found himself sitting up while blinking. He looked around and saw his lover's shape near him. Looks like she had settled in sometime after him and was sleeping peacefully. He knew he should settle back onto the bed next to her but he couldn't help but think about what the day held for him. Now that his thoughts were working, he couldn't quite get to sleep so easily again and so he got up to take a walk. Getting up and heading through the halls of the home he wondered where he'd end up if he just kept on walking. His goal was to find a bit of fresh air and eventually, he actually succeeded.

Adam found himself entering the little tea room with a balcony they had eaten at. The table had been cleaned leaving it bare. He ran a hand along the smooth surface before heading out onto the balcony before freezing. Standing there with a cup in hand and a bottle at his foot was Haoran looking wistfully up at the moon. He thought of backing away but for some reason, that thought was accompanied by shame. Tomorrow he'd be spending time alone with this man, so why not get some time out of the way right now?

As he stepped up to the rail, he said a quiet greeting, “Good evening, sir."

Haoran raised a brow toward him before a little smile touched the side of his mouth as he hummed, “Good evening. Couldn't sleep?"

He rubbed the back of his head before looking up at the moon, “Apparently I slept long enough for the moon to come out but uh, guess I'm having a bit of trouble now, yeah."

“So nervous." Sighed the older male before he leaned down to pick up the bottle, “Perhaps some of this will take some of that away?"

Another cup was produced for him and set on the flat wooden rail, a fine amount of clear alcohol poured for him. In truth, he was mostly used to sipping rum but he wouldn't say no to something to take away the nerves. He raised his cup to the man before bringing it up to his mouth to sip. Warmth is what he tasted, warmth with a mild fruitiness that coated his tongue and throat. It reminded him of rice as well, for some reason. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out steadily afterward, letting the warmth take him as his shoulders eased down. When his cup was dry, Haoran poured him a bit more.

“Tastes nice." He said while nodding.

“Your palette is refined despite your origin. I was glad to see you enjoyed the food I made as well." Haoran said with a chuckle.

One of his ears twitched as he tilted his head and said with some amount of genuine surprise, “You cooked all that?"

He wanted to apologize immediately but Haoran simply placed a hand on his chest and tilted his chin with some amount of pride while huffing, “Of course! The servants are there to help but I still have my own hobbies. Cooking is a delight that I have always loved. None of my daughters took to it like I did but I'm sure they've learned something."

Adam actually smiled while tilting his head, “Huh, well your cooking was fantastic. I could definitely see myself eating what you make any day of the week. Falora is usually so busy with her projects that I end up cooking most of the time."

“You give yourself a good point or two by telling me you're making sure my daughter is eating." He then leaned over the rail, tail flicking in the air as he added with a smirk, “And I'll have to make you cook for me before you leave to see the quality for myself."

Instead of getting nervous, he chuckled and shook his head, “It isn't anything fancy like what you can make but I hope you'll enjoy it if you really do put me in the kitchen."

They shared another sip of whatever that alcohol was before simply enjoying the evening. Hoaran interrupted that quiet after a moment or two to ask quietly, “May I ask how you two are doing carnally?"

He was about to take another sip before he paused. Adam then drank the rest of what was in his cup figuring he'd need the courage after hearing that. He then cleared his throat and answered quietly, “I uh, I don't think we're planning on having children anytime soon, sir but it is a plan."

Haoran nodded slowly but clucked his tongue, “Good to hear but I meant, are you satisfying her? A concern that I have with mingling outside of dragons and our sort is less pedigree but more so a concern about how one is able to handle a dragon. You've no doubt seen how energetic she can be and I bet you've noticed that in other places as well. Hm?"

His cheeks warmed but he gave genuine thought to what the man was saying before clearing his throat, “I guess, I can see what you're talking about. She's got quite the libido on her sometimes but I'm more than glad to satisfy her anytime. We've been healthy and happy, to my knowledge on that subject."

A chuckle slipped from the dragon as he hummed aloud, “Is that so? Well, judging from what I managed to feel before, you've certainly got the hands for her and the claws. I bet you were quite the wild hound before my daughter cast her little spell on you."

Was it the alcohol? He swore it sounded like the older male was flirting with him but he chose to brush it off as he recounted quietly, “I mean, I had my fair share of lovers. Nothing too serious but I wouldn't have called myself a wild hound."

“Really? You're not the type to claw hips like these?" Haoran said with a snicker.

When he looked toward the dragon, he found his cheeks burning. The man had drawn up one exposed leg, knee against the rail, thigh, and rear outlined beneath the moonlight. He turned his attention ahead and coughed, “Sir, I don't really know if I should answer that."

Haoran laughed, “Relax, it is just a tease, just a—"

The dragon's words paused suddenly and Adam was terribly aware of a silence passing over them. He looked toward the man to see those deep blue eyes staring at a particular spot. Adam followed the gaze and found the source of the gaze. Gasping, he put his hand between his legs to push his shame down, his face awash with warmth as he spoke aloud, “So sorry about that! I didn't mean to be so indecent, I just uh—"

A hand touched his wrist, fingers looping around to urge him to stop covering himself as Haoran said softly, “You shouldn't be ashamed of such splendid virility. I am honored that you would react in such a manner to my body." And he took a step closer, voice nearing a purr, “Would you please show me?"

Those words seemed to weave a spell on him. The wash of warmth that had come over him had turned to lava now in his face as his ears pinned back and his body locked up. He set aside the empty cup atop the rail and truly looked at the man standing before him. Again he found himself unable to think of anything else except beauty. A type of beauty that reminded him of his love, and he could not help but react to that beauty. Even still he wanted to try and say something against what was happening but Haoran did not let that happen. The digits on his wrist moved to push through to the hem of his trousers, claws looping into the waist before tugging them down along with his boxers. His shaft came out bouncing into the night air, his eyes shut as he found himself unable to keep it down.

“I don't know if we should be doing this." He finally managed to mutter.

Haoran ran a finger along the top of his length while breathing out, “Hush, and let me see just how big this thing can grow." After a second or two, he grasped Adam's length while chuckling, “I can see I was worried for nothing. Such a fantastic tool you have for a common mutt."

His length throbbed as he felt that touch, as he heard those words curl against his ears and he opened his eyes to look at the man handling his shaft while he rumbled, “Guess I should take the compliment from a pretty fella like you, huh?"

Now that was definitely the alcohol, and perhaps the nerves. Either way, it seemed to catch the man off guard. His eyes grew wide for a second before he turned his gaze away while sniffing, “Pretty? You'll have to do better than that to butter me up."

Despite that, the man's tail swished from side to side, the grip on Adam's shaft growing more tender as it began to pass up and down. The heat in his mind continued to spread as well, continued to push certain desires until he couldn't help but mutter, “Faster, pretty scales."

The grip tightened, his body doubling over, his hips jolting just as the hand on his cock began to stroke a bit faster. At the same time, Haoran was breathing out, “My daughter had let slip that you were a pervert in one conversation but I had not thought that you would be so driven by your cock. Show me, show me what a basic beast you are and I'll reward you for it."

A growl escaped him as he thrust to the softness of the hand around his member. It felt wrong but the sensation squeezing around him kept his hips pushing, kept his body trembling in utter delight. His reward came in the form of the dragon closing the distance. One of those lovely thighs was being brushed against his shaft, his body turning to let his cock be stroked and ground against those beautiful scales. His head was too foggy to think straight, his throbbing shaft already dripping pre staining that beautiful red with clear sticky tones and white.

He had to stop himself and so he grabbed onto the man's hips and finally managed to breathe out, “Hold on! This isn't right."

They shared a look for a moment before Haoran's hand finally slipped away, the dragon humming, “You're right but I don't want you going through the house like that, so finish yourself off."

Haoran stepped away from his touch, let his fingers drift away from Adam's shaft to look over the balcony and out toward the gardens. He was about to protest but the dragon leaned over the balcony and raised his hips, hands reaching back to push aside the panel that kept his rear hidden. Adam found that he couldn't stop himself from staring at that rounded peach, at that hiked tail begging for him to finish. He knew it was wrong but he grabbed onto his shaft and positioned himself behind the older male, squeezing onto his heat to start stroking while his other hand hovered near that plush rear. He managed to stop himself from touching but the dragon's grasp wrapped around his wrist and forced him to feel. Lustful beyond reason, he grimaced and thrust forward hard to push his throbbing member between the dragon's plush rear cheeks. He humped and pushed, thrusting as if he were going to bury himself deep inside of the man. What brought him over the edge was a sudden trembling that came from the old dragon, a noise that slipped free of him along with a silent curse. He swore he heard Haoran asking Adam to breed him, and that was all it took to get him to blow. Hot cum poured out from the tip, his body shaking as he felt that thick warmth spilling forth onto the dragon's fat ass. Shame washed over him as he simply kept on pumping out more and more, his hips jerking forward until he finally had nothing more to let out.

At the same time, Haoran let go of his hand and purred quietly, “You've truly made a painting of my body it seems. For now though, goodnight. Let us speak again in the morning."

Adam wasn't really sure what to say in response to that, so he just nodded and rubbed the back of his head before heading out while fixing his pants with one hand. He somehow found his way back to the room where his lover was still sleeping peacefully and he collapsed next to her before passing out almost immediately. The alcohol. The stress. And the mild bliss he felt after having blown his load. It was all enough for him to just let him lie there and sleep without dreaming.

Early in the morning he heard the lights flick on and felt the warmth on his eyelids. He shifted a few times before feeling soft hands touch his cheeks. Slowly, he blinked and looked at Falora who was staring down at him with a big smile. She wore a cute little dress and smelled as though she had just come out of the shower. Before he had a chance to say hello, she planted a kiss on his mouth and said quietly, “I'll be going out with my sisters soon. Get some more rest. Dad told me you two were up drinking last night. I'm proud of you for really trying but you should know that the stuff we get here is pretty strong. How's your head feeling?"

He was going to say it felt fine before he winced and realized that the light was a bit too bright and that maybe he could use a cup of water. Adam sat up with a grunt as Falora stepped back, “I didn't even drink that much." He then thought of what happened, if he should tell his lover or not, and then sighed, “Guess I overdid it just a bit."

Falora smiled and cupped his cheeks before planting more kisses on his mouth, one of her hands passing over his front to stop at his crotch where she began to massage a particular place while humming, “My poor dear. Get a quick shower, and my dad says he'll have some coffee for you."

“Coffee?" He said with a raised brow.

“Mhm. He noticed that you weren't keen on the tea yesterday." She said with a nod.

Adam sniffed and rubbed his neck, “Ah geez, I mean, I don't really drink tea that often but he doesn't have to treat me special."

She gave his cheek a gentle pinch while giggling, “Oh hush! You've already earned his good graces if he's treating you like this. He went on and on about how you complimented his cooking and I swear I even saw his tail wagging. Take it as him accepting you. Now c'mon, give me a kiss before I head out."

Smiling a bit, he pressed his mouth to Falora's and brought her in for a tight embrace that had her giggling. He gave her a few more kisses before letting go and watching her head out of the room. Well, he supposed he should get the day started and perhaps prepare to apologize for his behavior. It must have been the alcohol. Haoran hadn't told his daughter about what happened and he supposed he should at least be thankful for that. Either way, he got up to start the day. A quick shower and getting into a fresh set of clothes helped him start getting over the mild hangover he was tending. He had a similar outfit to yesterday and wasn't really sure if it was his style but he went along with it anyway. By the time he stepped back out into the room, he was ready to head out. As he got to the door, however, he heard a gentle knocking.

Blinking, he took hold of the door to slide it open gently while saying, “Good morning."

What awaited him was a surprise. Haoran stood there in his typical outfit but holding a mug in hand. The dragon smiled and inclined his head, “Adam. Good morning to you. I hope that you aren't feeling too down."

He took the offered mug carefully and cleared his throat, “Oh uh, no. Well, my head hurts a little bit but I think that's just because I'm not used to whatever that drink was. I mean, tasted great but it was pretty strong I guess."

Haoran closed his eyes and breathed out, “Strong enough for me to make a fool of myself." He then bowed deeply and added quietly, “Forgive this old fool."

Adam lowered himself and touched the man's shoulder gently, “No, no, no. It was my fault. Let's just move past this. You wanted to take me on a tour of the home today, right?"

The dragon rose with a bright smile, his hands clasped together as he nodded, “Yes, I think that sounds lovely."

While enjoying the rejuvenating warmth of coffee and a new day, Adam was taken through the compound. First came the gardens just outside with flowers that had been cultivated just right along with some old trees that had apparently been there for a long time. He wasn't much of a gardener himself but he enjoyed the sights and the smells. Afterward, he was brought into the house again and taken to various parts of the home with antiques from bygone eras. It was all a bit daunting, honestly. He wasn't quite sure if he fit in with all of this affluence and maybe the old dragon could tell. The next spot he was taken to was a bit more quiet. A small library with books lining the walls on two floors.

“This is my personal collection." Said the old dragon with a joyful hum.

He wasn't quite sure if he'd be able to relate to any of the heavy texts lining the walls until he saw something familiar. Quietly he moved to a little section of the library near the entrance and leaned down while exclaiming, “I know these! You keep these sorts of adventures in stock?"

Haoran approached with hands held behind his back as he looked at what Adam pointed to with a small smile, “Of course. I love tales of romance and hardship, tales of terrible and beautiful things. I don't just keep traditional books in here, y'know."

There were a few that he was familiar with, all of them hardcover adventure novels and then he paused as he found a few other types of books he was familiar with. His cheeks warmed as he said aloud, “I see."

The old dragon had been following where his eyes had been scanning and cleared his throat, “Well, I'm not exactly shy when it comes to these topics but I suppose it is a little embarrassing to have you notice those. Something steamy while I curl up in bed at night is quite nice for those lonely Winter evenings."

Quietly he asked, “Haven't ever thought of remarrying? Y'know, maybe finding yourself a stud or dame?"

Haoran chuckled, “I don't know about that. What would my daughters think? Besides, peace and tranquility are always at hand here."

To him, that sounded lonely, and well, he couldn't help but offer up a solution, “Ever thought of movin' down to the city? Sure this place is nice and all but there are plenty of opportunities down off the mountain. Could even open up a restaurant with those recipes of yours."

At first, he thought he might've said something offensive as they simply shared a look but as he rose to apologize, Haoran laughed, “You'd really ask me to move closer to you? My, perhaps you fell in love with me last night or perhaps you simply wish for us to be closer as family."

His cheeks burst with color beneath the fur as he coughed, “I didn't mean it like that but I suppose I could help you look at property around where me and Falora live."

The old dragon took his hand gently and pat the top of it while chuckling, “I'll think about your idea. To be honest, the thought of opening up a restaurant warms my heart in ways I did not think possible. I always was discouraged from such thoughts as my father and his father had strict beliefs of what the head of a household should be but I saw other things for my family. Perhaps I should see other things for myself as well, so thank you."

He smiled and breathed out, “Well, I guess I mean that offer was genuine then. Can't imagine that funds will be a problem for you. We could even take an evening off with Falora to talk about it. Maybe even have you move in with us for a bit while we scope places out."

“You'd let me live with you and my daughter?" He asked with a raised brow.

Adam tilted his head and hummed, “I mean, it'd probably take a bit of getting used to but I don't see why not?"

The old dragon pulled him into a gentle embrace as he muttered, “You're too kind." He remembered how their last bit of physical contact went but decided not to think too much about it and instead enjoy the moment by returning the embrace. After a moment, Haoran said with a hint of mischief in his tone, “Now then, how about I take you to the training hall and show you how to throw someone."

He blinked before coughing, “I don't think that'll be necessary."

“Nonsense! It is good to work up a sweat, and even better to know how to defend yourself. I might be willing to bend tradition here and there but a good knowledge of the martial arts is never a bad thing. Or, would you prefer I hold you for a while like this?" The man said as he grinned.

His cheeks warmed and he was aware of the proximity of their bodies. The man's hands even seemed to wander toward his waist as he answered calmly, “Well, I mean, I guess if you're offering free lessons then I shouldn't say no."

Adam ignored the grip of the man's hands, the feeling of those clawed digits pressing through the material of his trousers, and instead focused on Haoran's voice, “And what a fun lesson it will be." And with that, the old dragon stepped and turned away from him, “Now come along."

He watched as Haoran walked out of the library and after a few seconds, he followed along. Part of him felt oddly warm from the contact of the embrace but he decided that it was just the memories of last night toying with him. There was no reason to think of his future father-in-law in such a manner and no way to think that any sort of touch would be anything but innocent. At the same time, he couldn't help but let his thoughts meander to those fingers that had been toying with the waist of his pants, touching and squeezing onto him as if trying to get a better hold for a more intimate embrace. That was most certainly his imagination and an imagination that he'd need to swat for being so inappropriate. Right now he had to gear up for what he expected to be a bumpy ride considering he hadn't ever done anything like this before. Well, at least Falora's father seemed happy.

The training hall was a mix of what he thought a dojo might look like and a modern gym. There were modern pieces of equipment in the room that made him think that the family probably had often exercised here together, and even dumbbells. At the same time, a large portion of the hall was a matted area with markings on it. He was led through a series of stretches and warming-up exercises that reminded him of something he had seen an older couple doing out in a park together. Long stretches with slow methodical movements that were a bit harder at times than he was expecting. They went through the motions until he could do them without issue and when they finished, Haoran turned toward him and beamed.

“Now." The old dragon began, “We'll go through a few basic motions but I'm going to throw you to the mat. It won't hurt but you'll certainly be surprised."

He breathed out and nodded, “Uh, okay. Never really done anything like this but I trust you."

Haoran took a step forward and grabbed his shirt by the collar. In one motion he suddenly found his world turning over and he was on his back. It really had not hurt at all but he was surprised, to say the least to look up and see the old dragon looking down at him with a big smile. A hand was offered and he took it to stand up nice and slow. The motion was repeated a few times, Haoran explaining what he was doing calmly so that he could understand what was happening. He had, in part, expected the old dragon to just throw him around everywhere but instead, Haoran was actually teaching him something in a way that he could understand.

“Now, you try it on me." Said the old dragon.

“Oh, I don't know if I should do that." Adam said with a small frown.

Haoran gave his chest a gentle pat and laughed, “Come now, I've thrown you a few times and nothing bad happened. Go through the right motions and I'll be perfectly fine."

Adam kept frowning but decided to just go along with it. He put his hands in the right place and took a step forward, moving with his hip to take the man up and off the floor before bringing him down. And it worked. He blinked as he found himself looking down at the old dragon who had his hands on his arm. They shared a smile and up he pulled Haoran. He was given a bit of advice to go through the motions a bit faster and he followed through with the advice finding it surprisingly easy despite the fact that Haoran was a bit taller. Eventually, they took to seeing who could throw the other in an actual contest. This, of course, went about as well as one might expect for a beginner but it was kind of fun. He found himself getting up eagerly every time he was tossed to the mat and finally, he actually managed to get one over on the old dragon.

He stood over Haoran beaming ear to ear while panting, sweat dripping down his brow as the old dragon chuckled, “Well done, well done. You're improving quite well. With your frame, you'd be able to do a good bit of damage."

The hand on his arm squeezed through the material of his shirt before coming down as if feeling the muscle beneath causing him to pause for a second. He then helped Haoran up slowly while breathing out, “You're a good teacher, sir. As for my frame, well, I don't know about that."

“Nonsense. You've got a wonderful body that you could sculpt in many ways." Said the old dragon. Hands grabbed onto his arms again, squeezing before moving to his shoulders. Quietly Haoran then muttered, “You'll be sore before long and such a sweaty mess as well. Shower with me and I'll give you a massage, free of charge."

There was something in that tone, something in the way that his body was being touched that caused him to shiver and his answer came just a bit shaky, “I mean, a shower sounds nice but a massage? Isn't that a bit much?"

The old dragon brushed aside his concerns and turned away to start walking, “Not at all. I've got some oil that'll make sure you won't be feeling too sore once your muscles have realized what a workout they've gone through. Now come with me. No sense in being shy."

Part of him wanted to say that there was no need to shower together but he found himself following along obediently regardless. It was hard to say no to someone who seemed so in charge, and hard to say no when doing so would mean acknowledging why he wanted to say no in the first place. The showers weren't exactly what he'd call the space. It almost felt like a small spa center or something complete with baths and little shelves full of all sorts of bottles. There was a section with shower heads waiting for them but they weren't divided by stalls. He was given a towel and the old dragon stripped without a care in the world before heading under a showerhead to let the water start flowing. Adam stripped and kept his eyes averted as best as he could before he got to also showering. Nothing odd or strange about this. Just two men showering together. Not as if anything awkward hadn't happened last night.

“Would you mind getting my back?"

He looked toward the direction of the old dragon and found him standing there facing the wall. In his own hand, he had a bar of soap that he could use and he supposed he should just be polite and do it. He got behind the old dragon and lathered up his hands with the soap before getting to work. Haoran's shoulders were strong and so was the rest of his back but there was a particular curve to his body, a curve to his waist and hips that reminded him of the woman he loved. Last night he had been stroking himself over that plump rear and in the light of the showers he could see it better now. Round and fat with bright scales that seemed to shimmer with hues of amber alongside the normal ruby that he was accustomed to. His hands moved from the shoulders down to the lower back, and lower still as temptation screamed in his mind. When he got to the rear, the old dragon did not protest but instead seemed to push back against his touch.

Finally, after he had made a soapy mess of the man's back, he breathed out and pulled his hands away, “There, that should do it."

“I'll be certain to return the favor soon." Purred Haoran.

He turned away and ignored whatever was happening between his legs. A colder setting for the shower would be appreciated right now but he just focused on getting clean before getting away. There was no alcohol messing with his brain. He was just being a horny idiot at this point, and so he toweled off as best as he could before taking a seat on a bench. Adam hung the towel over his head while looking down at the floor, breathing in and out nice and slow. He took his time to cool off, to make sure that he wasn't erect before lifting his head while pulling the towel off of it.

A hand was placed on his shoulder and he hopped before turning his head to see that it was only the old dragon smiling down at him, “Would you mind lying on your stomach for me?"

Adam chose to believe in that innocent smile and he laid flat on his stomach on the bench, eyes shut and cheek resting on a towel as he breathed out, “Okay, give me the full treatment I guess."

“Oho, I suppose I'm playing the servant today." He chuckled but then froze and felt a shiver down his spine as the dragon whispered in his ear, “As you wish, master."

The sound of a cork being pulled out of a bottle could be heard next. Hands rubbing together, a scent like sweet rainwater washing over him urging his mind to relax. Digits pressed against his shoulders before squeezing, kneading the muscles before heading down to the upper back. He felt the tension being pushed out of his body bit by bit as those strong hands spread the oil over every part of his back. Thumbs pushed into his lower back gingerly, before the other fingers moved to clasp around his sides and move up and around to parts of his chest. Though the touch was firm at times, he found that the old dragon seemed to soften that touch in other places, grasping and squeezing. It was starting to have an effect between his legs but luckily Haoran wouldn't be able to see that for now.

“Adam." The old dragon's voice called quietly, “Would you like me to massage your front as well? You did ask me for full treatment."

So many thoughts in his head, so much warmth and heat. He could just say that he was fine like this but then he could turn around and have those hands on his front. Even now the old dragon continued massaging his body, fingers trailing at just the right spots. Finally, he opened his eyes and slowly turned around on his back. From his fuzzy sheathe sprouted his arousal, twitching and throbbing in the air fully. He didn't try to hide it and he even found himself feeling indignant rather than ashamed. Adam looked into the old dragon's eyes and was surprised to see that the man looked flustered. Had he not planned for this?

Quietly he said, “Sorry about that. Guess the massage was a bit too stimulating."

“So it wasn't just the alcohol then?" Haoran said with a hand on his chest while his eyes continued to drink in Adam's full length.

He answered with a touch of steam on his tongue, “No, it wasn't."

They shared a look for a few seconds before Haoran brought a hand onto Adam's chest, claws grazing through the fur as he passed them lower and lower while muttering, “Falora won't mind if I simply give you a proper massage. A complimentary service for such a handsome man."

Adam didn't look away this time as the dragon's digits trailed down over his crotch to grab onto the base of his shaft, squeezing gingerly causing him to shiver in delight. And at the same time, something started to unravel inside of him. He couldn't help but find this man dangerously beautiful, and quietly he admitted, “I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you since I got here. Your legs are exposed all the time. Do you do that on purpose?"

The fingers on his shaft twitched, a touch of color kissing the man's cheeks as he breathed out, “Bold of you to point it out but I suppose I should be honest. Yes. Even when I am alone I hope that the servants will take some sort of interest, or perhaps someone passing through but no one does. No one is bold enough to even look let alone show their arousal. So this animalistic desire of yours is refreshing, to say the least. Though, I know I should not encourage it."

His lips moved, a growl on his tongue as he uttered his next words, “And yet, you're drooling over it. So just get to it already."

He watched as the old dragon shuddered, as his fingers began to pass up and down Adam's cock. There was still shame somewhere deep inside of him, still trepidation and concern humming deep inside of him but he couldn't handle being teased like that. Not without biting back at the very least. Haoran's mouth hung over his cock, the tip of it dripping with pre already while the fingers that had been massaging his body now worked his member. The dragon's other hand cupped his balls, squeezing and kneading each while Adam spread his legs to give Haoran more room to work. He could feel warm breaths flowing around his shaft, could feel the subtle trembling of the man's fingers stroking him faster and faster.

Unable to take it any longer, he sat up and grabbed the back of the old dragon's head. As Haoran gasped, Adam muttered, “Take a taste. C'mon already. Isn't this what you wanted?"

Haoran simply got into position on his knees as Adam moved his legs off the side of the bench. The man's snout was now at the base of his shaft, fingers cupping both his balls and his cock. It didn't take long for the dragon's long tongue to come out, for it to press against the side of his shaft to start trailing up and down. He breathed and sighed as he felt pleasure and delight running up and down his spine. The dragon's tongue moved to his balls to curl around each orb, mouth taking in each with a steamy breath before releasing them with a wet pop. Drool began to coat where the old dragon's mouth moved, his cock throbbing violently as he found himself inching closer and closer thanks to the man's touch and tongue.

He recalled that the old dragon had complained no one was bold enough to express lust over his outfit, let alone even look at him and he wondered if he should push. Adam supposed that he'd just have to treat Haoran the way that he treated Falora. Breathing out, he tightened his grip at the back of the man's head, digits looping through the dragon's mane to pull his face and tongue to the top of his cock. He let his mouth rest there and figured that Haoran would get the picture soon enough. The shuddering dragon closed his eyes and opened his maw wide, tongue pressed against his shaft. Slowly, he urged that lovely mouth over his cock, pushing and tugging until he heard the man gagging just a bit and felt the dragon's snout push into the fur of his crotch. Breathing out, he began to pull his head up and down, using him like a toy while watching his backside. The man was on his knees with his toes curled inward but more than that he could not help but notice the dragon's tail twitching from side to side, his rear wiggling a bit as if he wanted so badly to bend over for the fat cock in his maw. Dangerous. This was getting dangerous. A blowjob was one thing but could he fuck this man too?

“Are you such a slutty old bastard that you would drool over the cock of your daughter's lover? Hike that tail up." He then added with a low growl, “I wouldn't even use a condom, damn it."

The words spilling from his lips were said with pure heat and lust, and he watched as the old dragon's tail actually twitched upward, his body leaning forward to help carry his hips just a bit while he bobbed his head up and down. The man was eager to be bred, eager to be plowed by someone who was willing to ravage him. A lonely royal piece of ass who wanted to be tossed around. No wonder he was trying to show him how to fight. He wanted to be toppled, wanted to be mounted and ruined.

These thoughts were burning in his head, urging him closer and closer as he kept on dragging the old dragon's head down toward his crotch with every thrust. Adam had to pace himself or else he'd blow right now but why was he trying to pace himself? There was no reason to do that. His fingers moved around to grasp onto the dragon's antlers, to get a better hold as he grasped with both hands before he started to really pump into that throat. The old dragon didn't seem to have any complaints at all about the treatment he was receiving. He didn't buck or pull away. Instead, he kept on bobbing his head with the same determination, maw drooling around his thick cock. His balls met the man's lips with every push, every thrust but still Haoran continued to suck and serve.

With a grunt, he forced himself to stop and at the same time held the old dragon's head to make sure he wouldn't keep on moving either. He then pulled his shaft free of that warm maw, his own mouth letting out a hiss to the air above them, “Fuck, hold on. I'm about to blow."

“So then let it loose in my mouth. Let me taste you." Came Haoran's reply full of lust-drunk hums and purrs.

He looked down to see the dragon's maw wide open, tongue hanging out, steam pouring off of his mouth as he practically begged for Adam's cum. Adam shuddered as he took hold of his shaft to start pumping it, to point at it at the man's tongue while he muttered, “You're seriously begging for me to cum on your tongue? That desperate?"

The old dragon pushed his snout against the side of his shaft while rumbling, “You're the one who was balls deep in his future father-in-law's throat. Are you even planning on proposing to my daughter, or are you planning on taking out your perversion out on me like a common mutt?"

Those words were said with hints of honey and playful intentions but he still felt them prick him. In response, he grabbed onto Haoran's horns and yanked his mouth to the tip of his twitching cock while growling, “I had planned on asking you for your blessing to propose to her on this trip."

Before the old dragon could respond, he dragged him down all the way over his cock again, snout to crotch. He started to bring his head up and down rapidly while thrusting in. Each push, each thrust caused the old dragon to gag, to sputter around his member as he used more of his strength to really lay into the man's throat. The base of his shaft was swelling, the full length of his member throbbing violently as the pressure in his gut started to rise. He cursed quietly as he finally let loose, as he leaned over and shoved even that bulbous knot into the old dragon's maw and began to paint his tongue and throat. For a moment, Haoran tried to pull back against the sudden torrent but Adam didn't let him pull away, the canine hunched over and panting while breeding the old dragon's throat. Every twitch of his shaft was another load, every throb another rush of heat through his entire body as he emptied out his shame.

When he was finally done, he pulled out nice and slow while watching his drool-covered shaft exit the dragon's maw. Haoran kept his mouth open for a bit showing him the remnants of his climax before swallowing it all. The sight made his cheeks burn, and he didn't say anything at all as the old dragon got up. Quietly, Haoran cleared his throat before breathing out, “If you'd like my blessing to propose to my daughter, then I suppose I should give you that blessing and we should stop. As much as I would like to have you inside of me, as much as my body yearns for it, I cannot help but think I will ruin everything."

Despite those words, the old dragon's cock was right in front of him. He was still sitting on the bench and near eye level with what appeared to be a representation of Haoran's lust and shame. At first, those deep blue eyes peered down at him steadily before he noticed his own arousal and began to turn away with a grimace. Adam grabbed his wrist before he could walk away and he said with a sniff, “Let me give you a hand, at least. You let me fuck your throat, so might as well return the favor a bit, right?"

He got up and brought an arm around the old dragon before any sort of protest could be levied at him. Adam then set his chin on the other man's shoulder, eyes shut as he embraced him from behind. A hand touched his arm tentatively before fingers tensed and gripped in response to Adam's touch drifting along the man's arousal. He gripped the base and squeezed before starting to pump gingerly. This was his responsibility, something that he had chosen to do and so he'd at least see it through to the end. Might as well thank the old man for giving him his blessing, even if it was in the completely wrong way. At the same time, it was really just about his own curiosity. This length. This heat. He had caused these things and for some reason, that was driving him wild. Everything about this was driving him mad. The feeling of the man's back against his body. That heavy tail curled around one of his legs. The shaft twitching in his fingers told him to keep on going alongside the little sighs and moans pouring from the dragon's maw. Even the scent of that lovely oil Haoran had been using to massage him.

“You don't have to do this." Whispered the old dragon.

He squeezed a bit more, tugged a bit faster, and added a tender kiss onto the man's neck while he breathed out, “You're right. I don't."

A tremble rolled through Haoran's body as he pressed his back firmly against him. His own shaft was getting hard again against the old dragon's rear but he focused on pumping the arousal in his hand. Faster and faster he stroked, fingers gripping just a bit tighter now as he felt that thing start to throb violently against his palm. An idea occurred. A curiosity urged the arm around the old dragon to start drifting away toward other places. His free fingers moved to the man's hips, touching cautiously before moving around and lower to the rear where his fingers moved between the man's rear cheeks. One digits poked curiously at that heated spot he would have been breeding if he had no self-control at all, pushing and prodding until he managed to slip it inside with only a bit of oil from the massage. The old dragon let out a gasp and jolted forward, groaning as his hips thrust and his cock bounced in Adam's hand. Adam shuddered in response to the sound of the man groaning and dipped his finger in deeper, twisting it around while pumping his cock faster, his eyes peering down to watch that beautiful thing bounce until suddenly, the dragon's release began.

Thick lines of white poured onto the floor, the man moaning aloud like a bitch in heat, his tail tightening around Adam's thigh while he pressed back against his warmth. He continued stroking, continued watching that thick thing pour out all of his desire onto the floor. He was left with a shuddering man leaning against him, one foot coming up to graze against his calf as he continued to toy and finger the man's rear. Adam found himself transfixed by this action, the hand on the man's shaft moving down to the balls to cup and feel while he continued toying with his body.

Finally, he pulled his finger out and spoke quietly, “Would you uh, like to have lunch?"

Haoran steadied himself and peeled away from his touch before breathing out, “Yes. I think that'd be lovely. This time, you'll be cooking. Something simple sounds nice."

“Scrambled eggs and bacon work?" He asked with a sniff.

The old dragon looked over his shoulder with a smile before rolling his eyes and heading forward. He supposed that was that. They headed for the kitchens after getting dressed in comfortable robes and it was at that point that he realized his body was sore. Maybe not as much as it should be considering how much exercise he had done but just enough. Haoran had been treating him right and all he had done was being a lustful little bastard. Did he even deserve to propose after all that? He could think about that later. Right now he was being led into a kitchen that seemed a bit too big for him. Most of the servants seemed to just get out of their way whenever they came around. He'd have to ask about that later but he figured he should save his questions for another time. Eggs were soon cracked into a pan underneath the white light of a clean kitchen and nearby Haoran was pouring out tea and coffee for him. It felt a bit strange to do after what had happened, perhaps even a bit romantic in a way. He shook his head of those thoughts and focused on cooking instead.

When he finished cooking, they took their meal to the room that they had first misbehaved in. Everything was quiet. Not a word was said between them. He wondered just how badly he had fucked up. He really had wanted to earn the old dragon's respect. There was even a ring hiding in one of his packs waiting for the moment that he could give it to Falora but he wasn't sure if he should do that now. The bubbling uncertainty kept on building even after he was finished eating and was simply sipping his coffee in silence.

The one to break the silence was Haoran who set his little cup down and breathed out, “Adam?" When he raised his head to look at the old dragon, he continued with a small smile, “You said you were looking for my blessing to marry my daughter?" After he nodded the old dragon sniffed, “I see. From what she tells me, you have a stable life together already and even then money is never the most important thing considering I could always help. You're also considerate and have a good way with your words. Polite and respectful, typically. I've enjoyed your advice as well. The only thing I find a little questionable is your libido but I suppose that with such powerful lust, I don't have to worry about grandchildren." They both seemed to blush and turn away for a second before Haoran chuckled, “So, I suppose I want to say that I give you my blessing."

Adam looked toward Haoran and touched the back of his head, “I don't know what to say. I mean, thank you. When she gets back I suppose I'll pop the question back at our room. I've got a ring and everything prepared."

Haoran beamed, “That sounds lovely." He then ran his finger over the rim of his cup while adding quietly, “Though, I will admit that I am becoming rather attached as well. If you don't mind. Would you like to continue our games?" The old dragon seemed to falter a bit, fingers twitching as he added, “I understand if you would wish to put a bit of distance between us but I simply haven't had the opportunity to know such a handsome man before. I'd like to continue as companions with a bit of an intimate touch."

His fingers twitched, his body warming as he stared at the old dragon for a few seconds before he clasped his mug with both hands and looked down at the table. He thought about saying that they shouldn't but what came out of his mouth instead was something else, “I love your daughter with all my heart. I really do but I uh, I guess I am a bit of a wild hound. You mind helping tame me a bit?"

When he looked up, it was hard not to notice the way the man's eyes turned dreamy and half-lidded, difficult not to notice his cheeks being kissed by color as the old dragon purred, “I would be delighted to tame you, my son."