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The dragon sighed, as the wolf tried to quietly masturbate beside him. Itru didn't think any less of him for it. Neither had released for at least three days. Each wore a collar that had a golden chain passing between them, tying them within two metres of each other, all day every day. In the short time they'd been together, they had gone through many awkward experiences. But the current scene elicited a very different reaction from the dragon. He felt his cock firm, poke out from his slit, and throb out into the air.

The pair lay in bed together. Itru was half-curled on top of the sheets, while Nate faced away at the edge. Grey ears flickered with each desperate pant of breath. The shifting sheets barely covered the sounds of the wet brush of hands, and the whines eking out from him. His tongue flopped out to the pillow below, while his tail twitched in place, trapped between the mattress and the covers. If he turned now, he would see the dragon's golden eyes staring back. Between them, Itru's foot-long cock poking up beside his monstrous thighs.

The lizard filled most of the bed, even from its centre. He towered over the smaller wolf, and loved lording it over him.

He waited now for Nate's motions to grow jagged. It didn't take long. The canine's head turned to the side and gnawed into his pillow. His hips rolled and humped into his jerking hands, while a breathy groan settled low in his throat.

Itru waited a moment longer, then threw his head back against the chain, dragging the wolf up with him.

“Ach!"

Compared to Nate's neck, the dragon's was nothing but pure muscle. It took no effort to pull the smaller man against him. The sheets fell away, letting him press his hot, scaled chest against his pillowy fur.

“Dragon… WAKE… UP…"

The wolf rolled over, his knotted, canine dick flopping and bumping the bed as he went. He gasped as the Itru let the slack return. It took a minute to catch his breath. When he did look up, he saw the dragon's smirking muzzle gazing back. The expression was slight, as it was hard to read the small crinkle around his closed eyes and his flashing teeth.

His face went through its own whirlwind of emotions. It settled somewhere between embarrassment and indignant rage. But it was belied by his cock slapping against the dragon's thigh. A faint trickle of pre-cum was left in its wake. Right then, he wanted to fuck the beast as much as he wanted to return the favour, and strangle him.

“What was that for?"

Itru half-growled, half-purred back, and pushed their snouts together. The wolf flinched. He pulled away, and the dragon followed. Their faces were a matching crimson.

“You woke me up."

“And? You could have said something."

Itru continued to smile as he bumped their noses. Nate's eyes crossed to stare down their snouts and at the point of contact. Smoky breath huffed over his face, and singed his lungs, forcing him to cough. He whimpered and stifled an aroused moan.

His girlfriend had the same effect on him when they were together. He loved her size and power over him, but she lacked the sheer scale that Itru possessed. The dragon's whole body was wound like a rubber band, even at rest. Stark red, sharp, and cunning. It made Nate feel like he'd fallen into a predator's cage.

A slow claw broke through his thoughts, and traced up the middle of his chest. His snout dipped, and spied both their lengths below. He was hit with their shared musk. It was blissful, though his own scent was drowned by the dragon's copious releases.

“We're supposed to do everything together, right? I'm sure Nova hoped you would give me a hand."

Itru's claw teased Nate's chin, then tapped and tickled its way back down until it was teasing over the wolf's cock. Nate whimpered, but didn't jump until it poked his engorged knot.

“No! Not like this. She'll cook me alive if she finds out."

Itru ignored him. He curled his giant, scaled hand over the wolf's cock, and stroked him with a loose grip.

“Will she?"

Nate threw his head back and writhed in place. He grabbed the dragon's stronger arm, but didn't pull it away. Both knew it would be a futile effort.

Before, the dragon would have hated that. He had always resented the wolf's softness. Nate was muscular for his species, but tiny besides even the smallest lizard. When they'd first met, the fact had made Itru glib and dismissive, and Nate, petulant and insecure. Itru was further irritated when Nova admitted to dating the small thing.

Nova, in all her wisdom, decided the best way to resolve the issue was to tie the pair together for a week. Itru told her he'd eat Nate if they had to wear the collar. When that failed, he wasn't above pleading with the other dragon. Nothing stuck. He was forced to wear it, and spent the first day dragging the whiney mammal around his flat. It made him appreciate Nova's patience, having already dealt with Nate for months on end.

Itru knew why now, as the small, fluffy male shuddered and resisted under him. All the while clutching his arm like a lifeline. Against Itru's rough scales, his fur was silky, and his body squishy. It was nothing like the other dragons he'd been with. Their one-night stands had always felt like a battle, but never with Nate. The mutt knew his place.

“Y—yeah…"

Nate felt his control slipping. The dragon barely touched him, but the delicate tease of claws against his knot was enough. He rolled his hips up for more.

Itru's smile grew when he pulled his hand away. He resisted licking Nate's put-off expression, and rolled onto all-four's above him. The bed groaned as he leant down to purr in his ear.

“What about this, then?"

He lowered himself, and dragged his pointed, slimy cock over the wolf's own.

Nate didn't know what to do or say. He watched with rapt attention as the dragon drew back to slowly hump against him. The tip pressed along his length before kissing the wet head of his cock. But then Itru kept going, until the larger cock smothered his own, and the head was poking his sternum.

“… Maybe she won't mind."

The wolf felt like he was a single touch away from finishing. As Itru pushed back, he whined and closed his eyes. He held up his legs, giving the dragon more room to finish it.

Instead, Itru chuckled, then pinned the wolf to the bed with one hand. While it was nothing to the dragon, it was a stifling pressure for Nate. It pushed all the air from his lungs with one long moan. His cock twitched needily in the air, as he stared up at the lizard's blithe expression. He loved the feeling of the dragon toying with him, and couldn't stop the arousal that clouded his features despite his greater desperation.

“Relax, Wolf. You're supposed to be helping me, remember?"

“Please…"

“Poor boy," the dragon crooned. He dipped his head to nibble on one of the canine's pointed ears, then licked along the reddened marks left behind. Satisfied, his tongue dipped over Nate's muzzle to press at his lips.

Nate's head rolled out of the way as he spoke.

“Please, let me finish, Itru… It's what Nova would've wanted, like you said."

Itru ignored the wolf, and lowered his body to pin him in place beneath him. He was careful not to rub along his cock, but left no room for him to escape. Leisurely, he then assaulted the male's face with his tongue.

“Hey— hm!"

The muscle silenced Nate before he could finish. His senses filled with the fiery taste of the dragon, and sent more warmth straight to his cock. He pushed his own canine tongue out, and Itru purred, louder now, with his muzzle wide open and his fangs shining in the low light.

They couldn't kiss properly, but they made it work. He lapped over the wolf's mouth and tongue. The kiss' taste and passion made up for its sloppiness. It was loud, wet, and crude, and Nate soon felt soggy with their shared spit, and had to swallow down the concoction a few times to breathe. Itru's saliva had a thick, spicy quality to it that had the wolf moaning for more.

“I think you can wait a bit longer. I want to keep it slow for now: for how much you've been teasing me these last few days."

Nate groaned. He'd never felt so hard, and he'd considered himself entirely straight before the collar had gone on. Itru's fat cock sent all those thoughts scattering, as their lengths finally began rubbing together. His chest and crotch were bathed in the dragon's pre-cum, and rapidly became as wet and musky as his face already was. The room filled with the slick push and draw of the dragon's hips, the wolf's cries, and the swoosh of their wagging tails.

“Imagine if Nova saw you now: whining for another man's cock."

Nate tried to answer, but a thick tongue pulled his muzzle wide and drooled into him. He gargled and gulped around the thick intrusion with lusty eagerness. Itru now had full control over him. If he wanted, he could kill him in one of the many ways he always threatened. But instead, he had choked him with a dizzying kiss, and forced him to writhe beneath him. The wolf was in heaven. Another few strokes, and he knew it would be over.

The dragon didn't rush to get there: didn't stop or slow at any point. Only pulled his tongue out with a pop, and replaced it with two of his fingers. Nate gurgled around them with a smile.

“Because you love it, don't you? I bet you were thinking about me and my cock, and how much bigger and better mine felt next to yours. I bet you've spent the last few days wanting to be pinned under me, as you are now— imagining your proper place, servicing me, being a good boy."

Nate didn't know if Nova had told Itru of the phrase or not, but the result was the same. 'Good boy,' ran through his body and enveloped him in a cloud of submissive desire. He came without noticing at first. His body rippled and twitched in place, and his legs kicked out, as his cock spurted drop after drop of gooey cum between them. Each brush of dragon-scale took his ecstasy higher, making him go on for longer than ever before. He mindlessly sucked on the offered claws until the end.

“There you go. Let it all out for me."

Itru bit at his ears again as the motions died down, a few phantom shudders still rocking through the wolf. But he didn't stop his own pleasure to let Nate recover. He kept humping his inviting body even after the final drop of his load left him.

“Good boy," Itru tried again.

The wolf whined and squirmed with overstimulation; his eyes held closed.

“That's it. Just relax and enjoy the feeling of a real man's cock."

The wolf tried to, but it was late, and his post-orgasmic haze soon had him asleep.

Itru chuckled to himself. He pulled his hands down, and used them to lift the wolf's legs up and around his waist. This way, his head rested against the Wolf's. With their hips in the air, he had the extra leverage to begin a brutal pace of humping.

“Fuck! You little…"

His purrs turned to roars that shook the house. Smoke billowed, and his eyes snapped closed as he savagely humped the wolf below him.

“Take it. Take my load like a good little bitch, Nate."

He threw his head back on instinct, dragging the wolf awake once again. Nate had a second to orient himself, before a bucket of cum hit him. It squelched between them, soaking the choking canine in a hot deluge of gooey, musky feelings. Coated him from head to toe, he was marked as the dragon's more than the twin collars ever did. Still, he didn't react beyond a tired whimper.

His cock stirred for a second round, until the dragon crushed it under his body. Lying flat, Itru kept rolling his hips. The resulting teases of pleasure were torturous for both.

“Good boy."

“… Please stop saying that now."

Itru ignored him, and settled in for the night. He heard a gentle wheeze of breath and smiled before curling up even closer. Already, he couldn't wait for tomorrow. His mind was clogging with everything he could get Nate to do. By the end of the week, Nova wouldn't recognise her little wolf.

Below, Nate was having similar thoughts. Dry cum wasn't the easiest substance to wash out, and he just knew he'd still be reminded of this moment for weeks on end. But, despite his shallow breaths, and the all-consuming heat wrapped around him, he felt safe. He felt relaxed having the strong male protectively curled around him, his larger cock still pressed up against his own. Tomorrow, he hoped it would press a little lower, and make him finish another way. Then, he would get another chance to be a good boy.