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Vulka idly hummed to himself as he delved into the deepest reaches of the dungeon.

The eastern dragon was unique as far as adventurers went. Most of his kin never left their domains, content to bask in the chi—or mana as the locals called it—they cultivated from the land; supplemented by the blood the denizens of their lands offered in tribute.

But the long, lithe, black-and-purple-furred dragon—save for the dark gray patch of his torso, face, and the stripes on his back, as well as the crimson embellishments of his mane and the tips of his hands, feet, and ears—complete with antlers, long ears, and long whiskers, wasn’t like most of his kind.

For starters, his appetite for precious metals far surpassed that of his brethren. So much so that, upon tasting the rich, mana-imbued metals that were awash in these lands, he just had to come and satisfy his hunger!

Even better, he had all the skills and abilities necessary to become an adventurer, the profession most likely to come in contact with the precious metals and enchanted gemstones he so gluttonously desired.

Unfortunately, his reputation amongst other adventurers was... less than stellar, thanks to his tendency to eat most of said precious metals and enchanted gemstones—the so called loot his fleeting companions constantly harped on about.

Much to Vulka’s chagrin!

They never fussed about sharing their rations amongst each other, or eating more than one of their kind normally would, so why did they raise such a stink when he indulged in his food!?

Why would his metal and precious gemstone feast be parcelled up into shares when their rations weren’t!?

They also found it off-putting when he imbibed blood!

Honestly, it was as if they wanted him to starve!

Thus, with everyone refusing to team up with him, the furred noodle was left with no other choice but to delve into the dungeons by himself.

Worse, because of his tendency to eat whatever treasure he found instead of using it to purchase new gear, he was also rather lacking in the equipment department; leaving him dressed in nothing more than the simple robes he could afford for the precious little gold he could stand to barter with instead of devouring.

Fortunately, as a dragon, Vulka wasn’t lacking in the strength department. Anyone else in his predicament would be stuck permanently at the bottom of the adventurer roster, but he could carve up a comfortable niche—handling just enough danger on his own that he could still whet his appetite for adamantine, mithril, diamonds, and of course, gold.

Which brought him to this dungeon.

Some fresh-faced adventurers to the guild had shared tales of a discovery: a remarkable sapphire as large as their fists radiating with magic.

Alas, they weren’t strong enough to brave the dangers protecting the peculiar relic, so they could only retreat and share the tale with any that would listen.

Unfortunately for the local treasure hunters, Vulka was within earshot. The description was enough to make him salivate, and so the furred dragon had come to indulge in this most scrumptious of feasts!

Now, after a good, long, appetite-building dungeon delve, he was right where the newbies had described... and their descriptions failed to do the tasty morsel justice!

The giant sapphire stood on a pedestal, high enough that the glowing stone sat right in front of his face. It radiated a blue light rich in energy that made the gluttonous gemstone-eater drool, and his long tongue draped from his maw with a ravenous pant.

His eyes—completely black save for their purple irises—glimmered like a fawning puppy’s. Even his whiskers, a pair of long spaghetti-like growths which reached his midsection, wiggled and curved towards the burning sapphire as if they were being invisibly pulled towards it.

Without a thought save for his lip-smacking, stomach-grumbling impulse to feast, the eastern dragon wrapped his hands around the giant sapphire and lifted it from the ‌pedestal to bring it towards his face.

“A new hand touches the beacon!”

A loud, booming, masculine voice immediately appeared in the noodle dragon’s ears... Or rather, it appeared in his mind.

But the surprise guest was hardly enough to interrupt the noodle’s feast.

“Listen. Hear me, and obey—”

Crunch!

The mysterious voice came to a sudden halt after Vulka popped the fist-sized gemstone into his large mouth, briefly pinning the mystical sapphire between his sharp fangs that were as unyielding as adamantine...

Before his jaws clenched down and shattered the strange artefact, unleashing a shower of exploding blue light with its destruction!

The cascade of delicious power was exquisite, a taste that Vulka could never have found in his foreign home—nor could he quite describe the richness, the depths of its taste to his peers upon his return!

The eastern dragon chewed with a self-satisfied purr, extracting every tasty nougat of flavor from the delectable stone and its magic that he could. Before, nearly a minute later, the fluffy dragon gulped the slurry of magic and stone down his gullet.

“Burp~” Vulka’s breath was riddled with miniature sapphire sparks of escaped magic, but the vast majority of the power the artefact had once contained was safely packed away—leaving the foreign adventurer closing his eyes and patting his tummy with a satisfied rumble.

Usually, he had to work much harder than this to feel full!

Truly, that sapphire was a rare and valuable find—

“...Really?”

A voice called out from behind him... The same voice that had spoken in his ears when he had picked up the sapphire.

Vulka opened his eyes with a blink. That was odd; there wasn’t anyone behind him before...

He turned around, and sure enough, someone was there now.

It was another unusual sight for these lands... A kitsune.

A modestly powerful one at that, considering the five-tails that rippled and flicked beneath the anthropomorphic fox’s powerful and muscular body. His fur was mostly orange and white, as one expected from his kin, albeit with his russet-flanks interrupted by peculiar creamy-stripes.

Much like the eastern dragon, the fox too had a mane, a long tumble of leafy-green fur ending in black bangs that hung down to his shoulders. Within the frame of green hair, a pair of burning blue eyes, radiating the same color and magic as the recently devoured sapphire, stared at the dragon incredulously.

More peculiar, though, was that the kitsune was naked... A fact that made the fuzzy noodle’s gray-and-ebony-colored cheeks burn after glancing over his ample loins, before snapping back up to the fox’s face proper with a poor attempt at propriety.

“Really... what?” Vulka answered, tilting his head to the side—letting one floppy ear flick down with the tilt, whilst the opposite stood upright against one of his antlers. “Oh! You’re the one that made that tasty magic-stone, yes? Thank you, it was delicious! ...Could I have more?”

The fox’s stern gaze remained, boring into the dragon with a contempt that was as naked as his body.

“Do you know how much effort it took to get all this set up? I had to scope out a dungeon at just the right difficulty, invest a good chunk of magic into that stone, get the Feng Shui of the room just right...

“Only for some gluttonous, fat noodle to eat it!”

“Hey! That’s not nice!” Vulka glared.‌ “I’m not that fat, I’m just full! You know, because of how good that magic stone was!”

The fox’s stare just continued, before the larger fox, standing a head taller than the eastern dragon, grunted and stepped towards him.

“Yes, yes. I hope you enjoyed your feast, you gluttonous little dragon. But, now that you’ve filled your belly, it's time to settle the bill you’ve racked up!” the kitsune spat as his lips twisted into a toothy smile which showed off his own impressive fangs.

“Fortunately for you, I’m quite the merciful fox... I’ll allow you to work off the debt you owe me instead of taking it from your oh-so valuable hide~”

“Oh, umm...” the eastern dragon flicked his whiskers and ears. He wasn’t quite certain what the nudist vulpine had in mind for his punishment, but the idea of being made to work certainly didn’t appeal to the dragon—after all, he had already worked hard just to get that sapphire already, and it would leave less time for him to sample the rest of this land’s delectable treats!

“I’ll settle the bill... umm... later, bye!” Vulka shouted before leaping off to the side, intending to dine and dash by darting around the fox and rushing out of the large, ostentatious chamber!

Only to be stopped mid-dash when one of the vulpine’s muscular arms snatched his long, fluffy tail, completely halting the noodle dragon’s escape with an impressive display of strength!

Vulka yelped, all but falling onto his face as the robust fox yanked him by the tail, sending an aching jolt through his spine as he was all but tossed back before the fox’s feet.

Alas, physical strength was not one of the dragon’s assets. He was built like a weasel, long and slender, and certainly agile, but no match for the raw power of the masculine fox stud.

That didn’t mean he was incapable of resisting!

No sooner had the vulpine tossed him about by his tail than the eastern dragon’s bashfulness disappeared. Like a cornered cat, his long, slender body latched itself onto the arm holding him by the tail as if he were a trophy.

His had-as-adamantine fangs dug into the broad, muscular limb, pressing past the orange and white fur to sink into the fae fox’s flesh and, more importantly, draw the mystical kitsune’s mana-rich blood‌ into his mouth!

Oh... the fox’s blood tasted even better than that strange sapphire...

The flavor was delectable, making the weasel-like dragon freeze in place, save for the wet, suckling slurps of his maw gulping down every drop of sylvan blood that crossed his long, slender tongue.

What was he doing again...?

It felt like his neurons were being set on fire by a sapphire-blue flame, leaving his thoughts muddled and his body warm. His purple-irises rolled towards his brows as a needy, delirious whimper fell from his lips wrapped around the fox’s arm, making his eyes appear as almost perfectly black, featureless orbs save for the hint of purple peeping out from beneath his fluttering eyelid.

“Hmmph... Silly dragon. Looks like you’ve devoured a bit too much of my mana for you to handle~” the kitsune snickered, before licking his lips as his free hand grasped the wingless dragon’s scruff.

Much like a disobedient kitten who was getting a bit too rough with his play-fighting, the fox pinched the back of Vulka’s neck, causing the schlurping dragon’s jaw to fall slack and allow the fox to gingerly extricate his other arm from the vampiric dragon’s long fangs.

Whilst most of the weaselly dragon body fell limp, and his mind wasn’t in much better condition thanks to the effects his gluttonous indulgence had wrought, his tongue was still nimble. The long, lapping muscle followed the arm’s retreat, lapping at the brown fur of the fox’s forearm for every drop of blood he could drunkenly swallow—even as the puncture marks he caused rapidly healed.

The kitsune dropped him soon thereafter, but despite not being held by the fox anymore, Vulka wasn’t in a condition to escape—nor even to recognize that he should escape.

Instead, the eastern dragon fell onto his back, groaning as he writhed with a vague yet omnipresent need. He felt feverish, making him pant and whimper like a weak whelp.

“Aww, look at you... Dragon not used to being in heat?” the fox teased with a laugh, licking his chops as he admired his caught prey.

The dragon’s arousal wasn’t the only one showing... The fox’s glowering sapphire eyes must have appreciated what they saw, because his hefty sheath bloated in turn—exposing a slick, precum-glazed point that the delirious Vulka couldn’t help but stare at with a lascivious gaze well befitting his gluttonous nature.

The fox’s scent thickened with his length’s emergence, making the eastern dragon’s nostrils burn with the potent pheromones within, making his current condition even worse!

Yet still the dragon couldn’t find the will to escape. His clawed hands and feet dug against the stone floor for what little purchase it offered, not to get to his feet, but just to hold him in place as he squirmed with need—rubbing his thighs against one another to deliver any sort of friction he could to his budding excitement.

His eyes, having finally recovered enough from the stupor the kitsune’s ichor had induced to flick back down, glued themselves to the entrancing sight of the fox’s shaft—making his sluggish thoughts halt with every powerful throb which arced through the growing red shaft.

Even with just the first few inches of rousing shaft, Vulka could already tell that the fox’s length put even his considerable dragonhood to shame...

So long as the current pace held, it would be the largest he’s ever seen, let alone taken—assuming, of course, that the payment the fox was going to take from him was what he imagined!

Or, at least, what Vulka hoped the fox was going to take, if only to scratch the peculiar aching seed of emptiness that had gnawed at his abdomen ever since he swallowed the five-tailed fae’s blood!

His heat-addled prayers seemed to have been answered when the fox snapped his fingers, causing the eastern dragon’s robes to disappear in a flourish of sapphire-blue flames—appearing as if they had burned away in an instant without damaging the dragon’s dark fur.

Which left the furred dragon utterly exposed to his serendipitous suitor’s gaze, whining on his back as the limits of his willpower amounted to him spreading his thighs to show off his slender body in all its glory. His swollen genital slit twitched, parted around the head of his pink, pulsing dragon cock just barely jutting past and crowned with a small bead of precum oozed forth from his internal testes. More importantly, his tail swung aside, offering his snug, barely used before, ring~

All the while, the strange need burned through Vulka’s blood—only seeming to grow deeper the more his body continued to digest its tainted feast—making both holes clench as if they were winking at the studly fox.

“Poor boy~ Don’t worry, I’m not a cruel fox... I won’t leave you wanting~” the vulpine murmured sultrily as he drew closer, soon standing above the dark-furred dragon with lurid intent.

“P-please...?” the beg was the only answer Vulka—drunk from the kitsune’s aphrodisiac blood and scent—could give as his strange black-and-purple eyes stared up to the fox with a desperate longing.

Why did he try to escape again? If this was the cost the fox demanded, then the current situation was more of a dinner date with the handsome man than any sort of punishment!

“Mmm... Good dragon. If you keep this up, I might just keep you~” the fox laughed again as he knelt down to mount his new, pretty toy between his dutifully spread legs~

The larger fox’s knees pressed against the inside of Vulka’s thighs, coaxing the long limbs to spread further. A second later, and the dragon dutifully obeyed by wrapping the limbs around the back of the fox’s hips, locking his ankles against one another to keep the burning warmth of vulpine virility pressed against his desperate loins.

His hands, meanwhile, remained draped above his head on top of the stone floor, left squirming there out of the way, whilst the fox’s powerful hands anchored his own weight to either side of his pinned quarry’s sprawled biceps.

The fox’s face loomed above the dragon’s, giving Vulka’s dark eyes something just as entrancing to stare at besides the crimson slab rapidly spilling out from the white-furred sheath—those glimmering blue orbs radiating with power now mere inches from his delirious face!

“Oh, one more thing...” the fox rumbled as his hips dragged back, grinding his half-swollen column above the dragon’s, still creeping from his slit despite his desperate arousal—rubbing the two throbbing, dripping lengths against one another with a delightful stroke that made the eastern dragon’s maw part with a gasping whimper.

“My name is Amoren... I figured you’d want to know the name to moan while I breed you~”

Amoren... The name was familiar... something to do with some other adventurers that went missing...?

Whatever it was, it didn’t seem important compared to the twitching masculinity tormenting his own with every rolling grind of their bodies.

“Although...” the fox added as his snout tucked in underneath the smaller male’s jaw, his smirk all but audible in his tone even as his black lips were out of sight. “You might just end up calling me Master instead~”

“Ah...?” Vulka’s eyes blinked as he desperately tried to keep the fox’s burning gaze within sight.

Why would he call the fox Master...?

Was he going to become the vulpine’s apprentice?

What would the man have to teach hiiiiiiiiiiiim—

Vulka’s thoughts snapped apart when he felt the fox’s fangs clamp around his throat! But, unlike his own teeth which bore into flesh, the kitsune's seemed to tear into his very soul!

The eastern’s throat vibrated with a whimpering whine against the fox’s spirit-drinking mating-bite. His gaze once more kicked towards the back of his skull as he haplessly ground his hips against the fox’s in a blind, desperate hope for relief—which only made his situation worse as his budding shaft ground against the vulpine’s larger, thicker masculinity!

The hands that were left upon the floor joined his legs in latching around his lover’s broad back, claws raking through the fox’s thick pelt as he pulled him in closer, instead of trying to shove his mana-draining bite away.

After all, the bite was euphoric, far more than it had any right to be, making Vulka squirm in a way that was similar, yet far deeper, than any climax he had had before!

It was like every ounce of spiritual power the lascivious fox drank down was traded for pleasure, and the kitsune was not bashful at all about how much he took from such a potent bastion of spiritual power.

All the while, the fox’s rolling hips slowly drew further back, dragging his spunk-dripping point down along Vulka’s abdomen, drawing it closer and closer towards the noodle’s bashful shaft still hiding its proper length within his slit.

Until, as the larger fox lifted his hips high above the dragon’s groin, drawing the living fountain of a vulpine cock parallel to the lithe dragon’s own—putting in stark relief the differences between their girths.

The eastern dragon couldn’t help but stare down with his strange black and pupil eyes, peeking down towards their twitching loins around the snout wrapped around his throat with a huff.

His toes clenched and fingers raked against the fox’s broad back when he saw the impressive fecundity of the fox’s heavy balls, languidly swaying with each roll of the kitsune’s hips. No wonder the kitsune’s length leaked like a faucet of virility over the dragon’s loins—quickly masking the scent of eastern dragon virility beneath its own, pheromone-rich fragrance.

“Mmmm... Usually I have to put in a bit of effort to fuck a hole like this... But, fortunately, you dragons come naturally equipped regardless of sex, don’t you~? It makes things so much easier~” Amoren growled around the dragon’s throat—the vibrations from each spat syllable reverberating through his fangs and into Vulka’s neck, shivering into his soul through the mystical bite as well.

Vulka’s ears flopped upwards in confusion..

Dragons came with a hole to fuck? But everyone had a rear entrance!

He hadn’t done too much in this department, but even he knew that!

But whatever the fox’s intentions were, he failed to understand them while his mind shuddered beneath waves of euphoria caused by every idle movement from the fangs embedded in his spirit.

All he could do was watch with needy huffs as the fox’s hips rubbed their needy lengths against each other.

The eastern dragon’s eyes popped open wider when the kitsune’s powerful hips gave a firm, demanding buck forward, and to his great surprise, nudged his tapered point into the very slit his own cock was taking its sweet time to sprout from.

The noodle meeped, shirking back against the ground, as if that could let him escape the heady warmth grinding along the sensitive, ridged underside of his length while pinned in place by the fox’s hips and the fangs latched into his deepest core.

Amoren’s grinding advance soon spread the sensitive lips of the dragon’s slit, gradually stretching the opening around his steepled start, wrapping the holster around a girth far thicker than the one it was meant for—to say nothing of the fact that it was already occupied!

“H-hey, hey! That’s... that’s exit only!” Vulka whimpered, powerless to do anything else but haplessly squirm as the fox took what he wanted.

Shortly thereafter followed by a pointed moan from the protesting dragon when the kitsune’s tongue washed across his soul, extolling a higher flow of power between them that came with an equal surge in pleasure and a tangible wave of weariness.

He got the point; the fox’s maw literally held his soul between its fangs and would punish any complaints he had!

While that kept his lips from forming ‌any proper words, it failed to stop the noodle dragon from writhing and squirming. His legs kicked and slid along the ground, acting independently from the half-cognizant dragon’s desires due to the strange sensation of his loins being docked with the larger man’s cock!

Strangely, it didn’t feel... bad...

In fact, Vulka would even describe the pleasure as being delightful, even as it came with a strain his body had never experienced before, springing forth as foreign shivers that made him reflexively writhe and buckle within the fox’s jaws.

The soft, slick walls of his genital pouch squeezed around the double-sized fit, pleasuring both of their lengths the tighter the fit became—leaving his groin feeling like his slit had shrunk many times in size to become a pleasure sleeve for the very length it hosted... or rather, like his slit had become a pleasure sleeve for the two lengths it hosted!

Then there was the pleasure that came from the fox’s dick against his own half-firm length. The slow, exploratory grind forward raked the Amoren’s tapered point across the ridges lining the dragon’s cum-vein. Each forceful rub across the sensitive bumps made the eastern dragon merf and shamefully huff in pleasure, whilst the shaft itself throbbed in answer to each pounding drum pulsing through the larger prick squeezed against it.

As if that wasn’t enough to make Vulka’s toes clench, and his throat rumble with whimpers, the vulpine’s copious fecundity had its own effects as it pooled within the peculiar choice in holes, lathering both their lengths and the sensitive walls in the fox’s slick warmth.

The eastern dragon could feel the mana, the spiritual energy brimming within just the appetizer of virility, making his ‘virgin hole’ tingle in an oh so delightful manner. But whatever influence the gunk, just as alluring as the rich, masculine aroma burning its way into the eastern dragon’s nostrils, the lust-addled dragon couldn’t discern. All he cared about at the moment was how the ambrosia made the rubbing, frotting grinds between their lengths wetter... noisier... ensuring each testing press forward was paired with a lurid squelch of essence that made the foreign adventurer’s long ears quiver.

Until, at last, the fox’s wedge-shaped start had fully ground its way in, pressing the dragon’s own sprouting length back down despite the vigor racing through it from the strange sex act—sinking his point back towards the entrance it had sprouted from.

“See? This hole is fine too~ Sure, it's a bit of a tight fit for me... But that’s nothing that a bit of stretching can’t help with~” the vulpine snarled once again, making the dragon’s entire being feel like he was vibrating as the words shivered over his fang-trapped soul.

Vulka was not entirely certain he wanted this ‘hole’ to be stretched for proper use, no matter how pleasant it felt, but it wasn’t like the fox was open to feedback for his plan; charging forward with a bold, demanding thrust which plunged the tapered point deeper into the dragon’s shallow slit.

“Mmmrf!” the eastern dragon saw stars as his mind struggled to comprehend those new sensations and pleasures, while his claws scratched so deeply against the fox’s back that it was surprising they didn’t draw blood.

Amoren’s tapered point combed along the ridges of the dragon’s semi-hard length, forcing the hardening flesh to buckle and squeeze beneath his shaft’s advancement, while his overflowing fecundity glazed the bumps and flooded the valleys behind each one with potent, sensitivity-enhancing fox spunk.

Vulka’s genital slit spasmed as the kitsune used it like a proper hole for the first time in its life!

Each, admittedly shallow but no less whimper-inducing, thrust put pressure upon the rest of his groin—pressure which reached its apex when the hefty vulpine length ‘bottomed out’ within the make-shift entrance...

Or, at least, crammed as much of itself into the dragon’s crotch as possible with the furred, weasel-like man’s own length throbbing in answer to the kitsune shaft’s pulsing spurts. But that was still enough to make his sensitive prostate shiver as the vulpine hammered it from an entirely novel direction than the one it was used to.

The long, lanky dragon rode all those pleasures, whimpering beneath the fox’s grip, inadvertently rolling his own hips up to greet the shaft pressing against his. But, in the end, after plunging only a few inches of the fat slab of vulpine masculinity into his slit, the sensations came to a natural lull, waiting for the moment the fox pulled back and began again.

There would be no new surprises now, Vulka thought. He knew what he was in for... A nice, pleasant bit of foreplay with the shallow grinds until the fox got pent up enough to plunge into his rear proper.

At most, the intensity might spike a bit more when Amoren became more demanding near his peak if he kept at it, but nothing that should catch him by surprise!

Or... So he believed as the fox’s hips finished rolling back until the tapered point nestled at the start of his slit again—briefly allowing his own length to sproing up after the retreating member like a clingy partner. Before, with a demanding rumble from the fox’s biting jaws, the kitsune slammed back forward, and to the dragon’s shock, dug an inch deeper than before!

Another moan erupted from the foreign adventurer’s lips; his maw parted in both surprise and pleasure as the deeper plunge pressed ever more euphorically against his sensitive body, primed by the fangs scraping along his soul.

His gaze fought against the reflexive swing kicking it towards his brow, staring down at their groins in disbelief that his slit had fit more of the fox’s dick!

But despite his incredulity, he couldn’t deny the evidence of his own eyes. A noticeable inch of vulpine cock had somehow crammed itself into his groin compared to the first swing... and, as a result, packed his shaft deeper into his tunnel.

His own drippy tip barely peeked out from his entrance anymore, reduced to an ornament for the slit-lips the fox was fucking!

Before, with the fox’s next slam into his makeshift entrance, even that small, crowning accessory was buried beneath vulpine cock—leaving only the fox’s crimson shaft visible as it plunged into the quivering dragon slit with every following buck!

“There... That’s better... Mmm... Almost looks like your slit was meant to be fucked now, doesn’t it~? A nice, snug, greedy hole desperately swallowing fox cock with every bit of strength it has~” the fox snarled against the nape of Vulka’s neck, making his long tail flutter to the beat of his lust-drunk heart.

It was hard to deny the fox’s accusation... The thought had already crossed Vulka’s mind, letting loose huffing whimpers as he watched the fox’s cock conquer his own slit—rolling in and out by several inches as over a third of the crimson tool wetly, noisily made itself at home in.

“In fact... Almost looks like you’re my good little dragoness, ripe and ready to breed~” Amoren’s growl rumbled again.

“I’m... I’m not a... Dragoness...” Vulka struggled to protest as a dark, vivid blush spread across the dark fur of his cheeks—betraying just how effective the vulpine’s salacious words were in combination with his additional squirms.

Despite the eastern dragon’s retort, the only thing which currently disproved the fox’s tease was his aching cock, all but hidden within his slit—trapped within its own fecundity-slathered tunnel by the other man’s tool. Although if one looked close enough, a telling bulge within his groin betrayed a second source beyond the vigorous vulpine spire battering his own into submission.

Despite being pushed back, there was still a good length of his shaft that ground tightly against the fox’s in his jam-packed slit, making the foreign dragon huff whenever its irate twitches of protest throbbed his over-sensitive ridges against the fox’s grinding-flush cock.

“Really now~? So you’re not going to cum just like a little dragoness~? You’re not going to splatter your needy arousal all over my cock from getting your fertile little breeding-slit fucked~?”

“Y-yeah—oooooooh...” Vulka huffed, intending to continue denying the vulpine’s dirty talk, only to be silenced once more by the fox’s fangs pressing in against his spirit.

His eyes finally succumbed to the relentless, upwards jolts, rolling back towards his brow whilst his trapped shaft shuddered and his stuffed slit spasmed around the shallowly pounding fox dick—looking from the outside like the stuffed, draconian lips flanked by spunk matted fur were milking the vulpine’s length.

He tried to resist making the kitsune’s salacious suggestion come true; desperately squirming against the fox as he vainly tried to will his imminent climax away...

But... with his shaft being battered and ground into an obedient wall-lining—reducing his sensitive ridges down to nothing more than textured-contours of euphoria for the vulpine’s length to rail along—and each thrust from the vulpine ending with his shaft squeezed against the sensitive button nestled between his internal testes... There was nothing he could do to stop it!

All he could do was let out a shameful whimper and tighten his hold against the conquering vulpine, as his internal anatomy erupted.

The fluffy, dark-gray fur of his taint twitched as the pair of gonads beneath clenched and pumped. His shaft throbbed within its hot, lurid, fleshy prison, drumming against the cock still being crammed into the occupied hole with every ounce of strength the fox’s hips had. The dragon length’s flaring pulses tried, and failed, to overcome the fox dick trapping the hard dick within his slit as reliably as any cage.

Before, with a low groan from the noodle, his trapped rod sputtered in place, spasming as best it could while stuffed into the back end of its own home, pumping his productive dragon-seed with every ounce of its might.

Which‌ meant it did nothing more than splatter against the fox’s larger girth in the end, pooling within the noodle-dragon’s fox-spunk inundated genital slit, before the white, musky ambrosia tainted with vulpine pre-spunk up welled from the tightly packed sheath and flowed down between his legs—just like the gush of a dragoness’ orgasm.

Vulka’s head rose, tearing his gaze away from the mismatched appearance of his climax, rubbing his antlers against the ground as the fox’s clamped maw held in exposed throat in place—riding the high of this novel orgasm paired with the fox’s gluttonous spiritual feasting for all it was worth.

Until, as his chastity-enforced, slit-fucking release neared its end, he gave another surprised gasp when an extra inch of vulpine masculinity ground into his slit—crashing into his occupied tunnel and making his prostate scream anew with the extra, closer display of force!

“Ah!?” the advancement caught him by surprise; he could have sworn his slit had hit its capacity for taking someone else's cock!

Yet, there it was, his genital slit clenched in protest around the shaft now buried past its first third—the matted lips suckling and wetly, messily groping towards the column of vulpine virility’s halfway point still swaying just out of reach for his almost-hungry slit.

“Like I said... a bit of stretching will help this hole take my dick like a pro~ You’re already five-inches down... Just eight more to go~”

Eight-inches and that giant, cumbersome fox knot which angrily throbbed at the base of the fox’s eager rod, jostling just in front of the fox’s thrusting hips and now swaying closer towards the dragon’s slit in a way that made his aching, stuffed genital holster shiver in anticipation.

It was impossible! There was no way that his slit could stretch to accommodate a dick so much bigger, so much thicker than his own, let alone the knot which he just knew the lurid fox would make him take!

Yet that didn’t change the fact that imagining the vulpine plunging his thick, juicy knot into his slit made the eastern dragon whine, and the blush upon his cheeks burn so hotly he could feel the warmth radiate past his fur.

Nor would the fox entertain his doubts as his rampaging hips continued to pound insatiably into the dragon’s tamed genital-slit-turned-fuck-hole, cramming in with a relentless, rutting pace that dragged the male dragon to another peak despite barely having finished his last.

Vulka’s heated mind was definitely getting away from him... As he lay there, releasing his hold on the fox’s back to grasp the floor of the dungeon above his head once more, the dragon couldn’t help but think his slit really was adjusting for the fox. The aching compression from his trapped dick became less prominent, leaving behind only the pleasure he felt from the fox’s dick raking over his confined ridges, or the slamming force each thrust slammed into his prostate at the end of every buck.

If his body kept this up, perhaps his slit could fit a fox dick just as well as his ass could have...

That thought precipitated another of the dragon’s less than masculine-looking climaxes, a whimpered groan spilling from his lips as his shaft shuddered once more in against the fox’s spire; flooding his wet, juicy tunnel—turning his slit into a spring of dragon virility that had seemingly been tapped by the jack hammering fox cock!

If it wasn’t for the distinctly masculine aroma of the lurid white gunk overflowing from the kitsune’s wetly pounding rod, even Vulka might have forgotten he was a male dragon in that moment!

But, even after two climaxes from himself, the kitsune was still chasing his own... making the eastern dragon whimper as his shaft, ever more sensitive because of his back-to-back releases, continued to be tormented by its larger brethren trying to occupy its own home!

Which, paradoxically, made him race towards his third release with far greater speed than the first two gushing releases, completely ignoring his refractory period by some enigmatic influence from the fox’s power—making his climaxes appear even more feminine than they already were!

By his third release, Vulka could only huff with desperate desire! His hands clamped over his blushing face to try to keep his whimpers and whines from escaping, while his dark eyes—shimmering with the barest hints of blue reflected from the fox’s own gaze—peeked down through his fingers to watch as over half of the vulpine’s dick disappeared into his slit like it was a proper fuckhole!

As if the growing pleasure that came with every orgasm leaving his trapped length even more sensitive, that bud of need within his loins sprouted, growing into an aching emptiness which yawned open behind his stuffed and bulging slit!

“P-please...” the noodle dragon whimpered through his hands’ poor attempt to muffle his whines.

“What’s that~? Is my dragoness begging for my knot~?” Amoren growled in answer against his plaything’s furred neck and soul, still trapped between his biting fangs.

“Don’t worry... We’re almost there now... Just a couple more gushing climaxes from your eager hole, and I’ll make you swallow my knot, I promise~”

Vulka whined. Even after seeing how much cock his hole had already swallowed, the wonderful vulpine’s promise still seemed as impossible as before!

Yet, perhaps because he gave the peculiar vulpine’s enigmatic capabilities a chance, or because his growing need made him desperate enough to wish it to be true, the dragon believed that the fox’s knot would quench itself within his slick slit!

After all, the fox had promised! He wouldn’t leave a poor, desperate dragoness un-knotted!

In fact, the furred noodle wouldn’t have it any other way; all but confirming the fox’s teasing words as he ground his hips up to every pounding swing from the fox’s, doing his best to help the throbbing set of glands to stuff his taut slit—anything to fill that emptiness growing in the pit of his abdomen, no matter how absurd or impossible it appeared!

One of his bashful hands remained on his cheek to partially obscure his blushes and whimpers. His other hand hesitantly reached up to grasp the fox’s chest, curling his fingers into the other’s pelt for a hint of support against the tide of pleasure and lust threatening to sweep the last of his conscious thoughts aside—stoked by the fox’s magic still coursing through his body from drinking the sylvan lord’s blood, the alluring scent he felt ever more susceptible to with every slit-stewing orgasm his length gave, and the burgeoning hunger in his depths.

A fourth, then a fifth, climax came and went in rapid succession, each pronounced by Vulka’s desperate moans of need.

Each release left his mind ever more delirious than before, leaving him oblivious to the deeper changes coinciding with each euphoric flutter.

His body burned as a newfound warmth grew, simmering out from the emptiness he so longed to fill, making the desperate eastern dragon pant in a feeble attempt for relief from its heat.

Whatever discomfort he felt from the vulpine’s plundering of his makeshift slit, meanwhile, was all but a distant memory. It felt like a proper sleeve now, cozily wrapped around the fox’s shaft like it was made for it—no longer feeling like it was squeezing two sizable girths together. Nor did it feel like his length was being crammed and packed towards the tunnel’s end.

In fact, as each thrust dug the fox shaft’s raking point deeper into his body—bulging his gray-furred belly proper with its eye-watering girth—it pressed past his own cock, sliding right past his tool’s base on its way towards the aching bonfire within the depths of his loins!

Nor did he notice how the pleasure that came from his prostate being hammered by the vulpine’s cock had waned, overtaken by the waxing pleasure of his slit walls and twitching prick. His ridged cock made up for the loss of that screaming button all on its own, especially as the pleasure from his shaft condensed into a tight knot of nerves just a few inches past his puffy, inflamed entrance!

The only thing that bubbled forth into his languid, lustful thoughts to be noticed was a strange, yet somewhat familiar scent. A scent he had not detected ever since he left his homeland to sample the strange and enticing metals and gems of this continent.

The pheromone-rich scent of an eastern dragoness’ fertility.

But even that alarming discovery didn’t truly register. He waved it aside, believing it to be nothing more than a phantom sensation kicked out by his lust-crazed delirium... even as his own scent of virility became less and less noticeable, buried beneath the scent of studly vulpine musk conjoining with dragon estrus!

“Almost there... Just one more climax, my dear little ramen, and I’ll take care of the yearning you’ve been feeling in your deepest depths~” Amoren purred after finally extracting his fangs from the dragon’s furred-neck—leaving blue-furred blemishes in the black and crimson mane where the fox’s fangs had latched into his spiritual flesh.

Curiously, despite the absence of the fangs digging into his spirit, Vulka still felt a euphoric quiver from the lingering bite marks. His mystical whiskers, meanwhile, quickly picked up a slow, languid flow of spiritual power... his own spiritual power, seeping through the metaphysical wounds the fangs had left behind!

Fortunately, the evaporation wasn’t fast enough to be dangerous; but it was more than enough to ensure the air gained a subtle spice of vampiric dragon energy for the fox to sample with every breath he took.

“Just one more climax, and the last of that pesky masculinity getting in the way of your cunt will be gone... And your needy lips will join with your new, fertile chamber~”

Even as Amoren spoke, his hips drove forward, just an inch or two away from smothering the dragon’s utterly stuffed slit with his knot, and from there, start coercing its way in~

“W-what!?” Vulka finally huffed; finally putting all the strange sensations he had discounted until now together after the fox had all but spelled out what was happening!

It... It couldn’t be! His cock was still there... He could feel it being ground into oblivion by the giant vulpine cock ravaging across it with every thrust...!

Although... The kitsune’s length felt a lot bigger against his trapped rod than it had at the beginning...

“There’s... There’s no way...” Vulka groaned as the truth settled into his depraved mind.

His imagination was running wild. His blue-tinted gaze glanced over his body now that the fox’s biting head wasn’t in the way, leaving him swearing that his hips had widened ever so slightly to give his slit the space it needed to take the fox’s knot and, more importantly, lay his eggs!

Heck, he even swore his vocals were ever so slightly... different! Not truly feminine, but noticeably softer.

“You’re... You’re lying!” the huffing, weaselly dragon whined; more to convince himself than to refute the fox.

“Oh...?” the fox’s black lips twisted into a devious smirk in front of the eastern dragon’s face. “Shall I prove it to you before I breed you, then~?”

Vulka didn’t have the opportunity to make a noise before the fox’s hips dragged themselves back, unsheathing the slab of vulpine masculinity that had almost tapped its knot against his masculine slit.

But, unlike before, Amoren didn’t stop when his tapered point edged between the grasping lips, letting his entire, spunk-slathered spire pull out with one last, sputtering spurt of precum to mark the ruined slit it left behind—a slit that had once reeked of trapped masculinity... yet now wafted with imminent fertility.

The dragon’s black eyes—shimmering with a thin glaze of azure around their purple-pupils—stared down, waiting for his long-confined masculinity to explode outwards with all its pent-up excitement and slap against the fox’s mighty rod...

Only for nothing to emerge, despite feeling his shaft twitch and throb with vigor within the slit!

“W-wha...” Vulka tried to make sense of the contrasting sensations.

Maybe he was actually soft after all those coerced orgasms and he only thought he was hard...?

“Still don’t believe me?” the sylvan fox chuckled with that smug smile still plastered across his lips, before using the built-in handlebars to wrench the lithe noodle back.

Vulka gave a yelp of complaint from being manhandled, right before he felt Amoren’s overpowering hands grasp both of his lithe legs by their thighs—thumbs tucked against his inner legs to keep the limbs nice and parted despite his reflexive protest.

Followed thereafter by the fox’s huffing maw sliding down between his forcefully spread limbs, looming over his slit.

“It matters not how you climax away the last dregs of your virility... So I see no reason I can’t give the last of my new toy’s former sex a proper send-off~”

“H-hold on a minute! I’m not sure if—” Vulka squeaked before the fox’s broad, silky tongue interrupted him by plunging into his hyper-sensitive slit!

He felt the fox’s dextrous muscle, only a few inches into his loins, slather across his sensitive prick with newfound, groaning delight. He watched as the taster rolled, barely moving at all as it flicked with the short leash it already had, lapping up and down just behind the entrance of his slit. Yet, to his senses awkwardly remapped within his transforming loins, each flick from the fox’s tongue felt like it washed over every inch of his once abdomen-spanning meat!

There could be no doubt about it, whatever state his shaft was in now, it couldn’t have been more than an inch-or-two long at most, and even more sensitive than it was before as it nestled against the peak of his warm, wet slit—now producing its own lubricating fluids independently of his modest, and all but vestigial, faucet.

Worse, the breadth of that tongue spreading his slit, and the nimble, forceful shoves from that muscle, felt almost as delightful as his prick... Yes, it didn’t rock his mind like the shaft that plunged far deeper than it had any right to, but the fox’s skill and the nimbleness of the taster ensured it always hit just the right button it needed within his hole to make the fuzzy weasel-dragon whine—quickly carting him to the precipice of a shallow, feminine peak!

His climaxes had become so easy to achieve now that a dedicated tongue or finger could make him gush!

“N-no!” Vulka whimpered, struggling to resist the flutter of release that would wash away the last of his virility..

Yet, his struggles amounted to nothing more than a futile wiggle of his hips against Amoren’s snout, grinding his new, fertility-wafting lips against the fox’s maw more than it sought to end his actions.

The dragon’s glinting blue eyes stared at his spunk-glazed lips as they convulsed over the slurping tongue, writhing as the muscle’s tip wandered along the new features of his sex—as if it was taking him on a tour of his new hole.

His ridges seemed to have survived... in a form. Rather than the hole-pleasuring bumps they were before, their angle had reversed... meant to please whatever dick pistoned into their depths with their contours and, if paired with a fellow dragon, lock onto their own grooves!

“Ah-ah~!” the eastern dragon whined as his life-altering orgasm arrived; all his struggles and resistance had amounted to dragging the genesis of his fertility by a few mere minutes when matched against the fox’s skilled tongue.

The eastern dragon’s fuzzy lips writhed, clenching around the tongue in ways his former genital slit never could, grasping a firm hold upon the muscle tongue-punching the remnants of his dick-turned-g-spot.

There was no seed to offer anymore, only a gush of feminine estrus that glazed the fox’s tongue and lips with the taste of his fertility.

Every muscle in his core clenched, his body tensing as all that was left of his shrunk shaft melded into his walls proper.

Before, a moment later, the crown of his repurposed shaft appeared once more, now tucked at the apex of his lips to become a sensitive clit.

The fox welcomed it into being with a smothering, drool-soaking slurp as the fertile dragon’s orgasm ran its course—all but making out with the sensitive bud, and the swelling, developing lips of a proper cunt now sitting between the dragon’s lithe thighs!

The valley after the gentle peak was just as soft and gradual as the apex, a small flutter of relief that was swiftly kicked aside by the fox’s tongue continuing its tormenting laps; pushing him to his next climax without even the token refractory periods and twisted afterglows of his cock’s send off.

But, just as the dragon whimpered in surrender to the fox’s tongue, Amoren’s maw pried away, leaving behind a few strings of spit and estrus joining it to the sex coated copiously vulpine precum. He released the noodle’s legs in turn, leaving the feverish, fertile cuntboy dragon laying upon the floor in a bundle of hormonal heat.

Vulka wasted no time. His hands rushed down to his sex and began to explore. His nimble thumb greeted what was left of his cock, rubbing along the round nub within the new hood of his lips, whilst his fingers plunged past his clamping, slick, humid walls to rake along the bundles of pleasure the fox’s tongue and cock had played with earlier.

It was all true...

This was his reality now, a desperate, needy, fertile dragon—aching with desire for the virility that only the fox possessed!

He was halfway to fingering himself to another, higher peak of arousal when the fox’s powerful hands plucked him up by the scruff—lifting his entire body up off the floor with but a single arm!

“Did you forget that I haven’t gotten off yet~?” the kitsune growled expectantly while licking his chops. His demanding slab of masculinity, meanwhile, jutted against the dragon cuntboy’s dangling legs, but a foot away from the prize it would finally claim in totality.

“Such a rude dragon... Eating what's not yours, then getting so consumed by your own release that you forgot about your Masters~ I can already tell you’re going to take a while to train into a good pet. But, fortunately for you, I’m a patient owner~”

Before Vulka knew what was happening, he was slammed into one of the chamber’s walls; pinned in place by one of the muscular fox’s broad arms wrapping around his neck from the front, and the kitsune’s shoulders pressing in against his back. The rest of his weight, meanwhile, was held up by a firm hold upon his long tail which left his feet uselessly flailing above the floor by a good foot.

Yet, even still, the only thing the fertile dragon could care about was the throbbing paragon of masculinity sawing itself against his abdomen. The copiously drooling shaft smeared the smokey fur of his abdomen with its warm, matting essence, leaving behind a trail as the tapered point drew to his sex dripping with need.

A part he focused on quite thoroughly as his fingers continued to wring out within his lips, drawing small, wet plops as the knuckles dug in... at least until one of the fox’s tails pushed the arm desperately trying to scratch his need aside.

“We can start by making you nice and fat with my eggs~ Perhaps a clutch in your belly will help to temper that bratty behavior of yours~?”

The long, lithe dragon whimpered as his lips twitched with words that were discarded as soon as they had been considered, unable to even put up the pretense of hesitation when the solution to his need was now lining itself up!

Amoren’s tip ‘kissed’ against his saliva-coated clitoris, once more miming the frotting rub which got the eastern dragon into his miss, before falling down to be caught by his fluttering lips proper... Before, with a firm, demanding slam of his hips, the fox’s shaft rammed into the sensitive bundle of nerves that had once been his length proper—raking past the remnant nubs of his ridges on its way towards his deepest depths!

Vulka’s black-and-blue glossed eyes rolled into the back of his head. Small embers of azure magic snapped, crackled, and popped across his black sclera in a miniature firework show of mind-numbing, magical bliss. The blue shine of his Master’s will upon his expression grew into a bright, obfuscating shine as the furred dragon’s mind was swept into a cascade of pleasure and dominance by that one thrust.

“Mmm... There’s a good dragoness... I can feel how hot and wet you are for me~” Amoren growled, his rumbling lips tickling against the dragon’s ear...

Right before his hips tapped forward again, making the noodle dragon gasp anew as the kitsune’s knot glands finally kissed his wet, fertility-weeping lips...

Just as the length’s throbbing point tapped against the end of his spasming, euphoria-gripped canal. But, whereas his limit felt like a true end before, here it felt more like a pinched point—another gate to be battered open with each grinding press from the demanding fox’s hips.

A long, desperate moan escaped Vulka’s lips, more shameful and needy than any of his previous whimpers. His heat-addled body pushed back, grinding into the shaft stretching his abdomen, or at least as best they could while hanging by the kitsune’s grip upon his tail!

A whine worked its way up his throat when the fox’s hips rolled back for their next cervix tapping thrust... and while the shame he felt with each whimpered admission lessened as the blue glint took proper root within his eyes, the eastern still fought against it... Even if the only thing he could do was squirm against the fox’s arms and twitching cock.

At least until the dragon managed to find an opening, slipping his head through the arm clenched around his neck with the aid of his weasel-like nature...

Right as the kitsune’s hips hammered back in right as his antlers got caught against the limb, forcing Vulka’s lips open with another delirious moan...

Which he reflexively silenced by sinking his fangs into his vulpine Master’s biceps, drawing with it another succulent flow of addictive, aphrodisia-riddled fey blood!

No sooner had he done so, however, that his sluggish thoughts remembered that it was the fox’s blood that had gotten him into this situation to begin with...! But not soon enough to stop his tongue from lapping down the first mind-numbing droughts of blissful ichor.

There was no hope for him now. Vulka’s moans rumbled against his Lord’s arm with every new orgasm his serendipitous date’s cock wrought, whilst his tongue and lips suckled and shamelessly swallowed the mana-rich ichor like an addict. His clawed hands gently grasped the firm limb, pulling upon the powerful arm as politely as his enthralled state allowed, holding it against his maw while he got his insatiable fill.

“Hungry little Momma dragon aren’t ya~?” Amoren chuckled against the eastern dragon’s scalp.

His glowing azure eyes stared down into the dragon’s listless expression as the needy toy drank—watching as with every swallow his new toy gave, or each time his hips rammed forward, the strength of his Will reflected within the furred dragon’s eyes deepened.

“That’s fine, though... Drink up your fill... You’re going to need it for our clutch to grow big and strong, aren’t you~?”

Even as the vulpine murmured those words, his snout lowered away from the eastern dragon’s ears... Nuzzling almost affectionately against the dragon’s poofy, mane-protected scruff, parting the long hairs aside in his nose’s wake.

Until his lips once more found themselves brushing against the dragon’s neck.

Vulka meeped against the muscled bicep pressed into his blood-drinking maw like a gag, bracing for what was to come next as the fox repaid the gluttonous feast upon his blood with one of his own, sinking his spirit-cleaving fangs into the dragon’s soul once more!

Whatever wherewithal the foreign adventurer had left was utterly sundered at that moment, left drunkenly slurping down the fox’s magic, heat-inducing blood. Rivulets of vulpine precum and dragon arousal fell from his stuffed lips with every jostling slam of the fox’s hips—the lurid cocktail falling in long, fecund streaks between the dragon’s swaying, clenching toes.

Each slam sent his manhandled body swaying upwards, rolling along the fox’s chest bent over the new toy, paired by the eastern dragon’s fangs deepening their hold onto the muscled hunk of an arm to brace against the momentum crashing through him... alongside the fox’s own fangs holding him by the scruff and soul.

Every press clapped the kitsune’s wet knot glands against his hot, dripping sex; threatening to stretch the entrance far farther than it had before, waiting merely for the final hint of resistance within Vulka’s sex to surrender~

A goal that was well on its way, as each rutting press wedged the kitsune’s cock-tip deeper into Vulka’s cervix, prying the gate to his new, achingly empty womb open further with every pistoning tap. Until, one millimeter sinking clap of their loins after the next, that tapered point finally dug past the firm gate and spurted a thick strand of precum directly into the long, weasel-like dragon’s desperately simmering womb~

A new, desperate whimper rolled from Vulka’s throat, vibrating against the fox’s arms as his eyes—completely mirroring the fox’s as glowing, featureless blue orbs—stared unflinchingly, lovingly, up into the acute sapphire flames of his Master’s burning gaze; begging for him to smother the need of his screaming ovaries with the factories of virility swinging with each firm buck forward.

Yet, despite the besieging point rolling itself further and further into his fertile cavern with each swing of the fox’s hips, the relief the noodle so desperately longed for didn’t come. Instead, he felt the bonfire of raging fertility grow stronger with the fox pre-spunk lathering the untouched walls of his chamber, grow needier as Amoren gradually turned his cervix into yet another pleasure-ring... and dimpled his succulent, wet pussy lips with each squelching bludgeon from his knot!

Alas, no matter how desperate his need grew, the only thing Vulka could bring himself to do was to whimper needily while drinking the very blood that added yet more fuel to the fire of his fertility, and give a begging stare to the fox—his Master—that was using his newfound reproductive tract as a pleasure sleeve!

“Mmmm... Does my new toy need my seed to douse the heat his gluttony has caused~?” Amoren snarled against his neck scruff, once more sending the rippling vibrations of his words coursing across both flesh and spirit.

“Is he really that desperate to get my eggs that I have to rush~?” the kitsune added with another tease, drawing a desperate, muffled whimper from the dragon against his flexing forearm.

“Mmm... Well, do you promise to be my good vixen and obey your Master in exchange for my seed~?”

Vulka shivered... somewhere, deep beneath the haze of sapphire light that dominated his thoughts, he remembered some warnings by his fellow countrymen about kitsune and their tricks, and how promises to them could bear very long lasting consequences...

Yet, at the moment, the eastern dragon could hardly care! He wanted, no, needed his Master’s seed to bloat his womb and flood his estrus to silence!

Besides, what more long lasting consequences could there be than the fertile set of lips the fox was carving its ownership upon with every thrust!?

Thus, less than a second after the fox gave his loaded question, Vulka whimpered in answer, doing his best to nod while his mouth remained firmly latched onto the delectable limb he suckled from.

No sooner had he done so than the desperate cunt-dragon felt a weight suddenly appear around his neck.

A collar.

His Master’s collar!

It was odd... even as the tight band of ownership squished the front of his black and red mane beneath it, whilst the mane along his scruff completely obscured it, Vulka felt more pride for that leather strap than he did the thick mop of hair or anything else for that matter... Nor did he feel exposed anymore after being stripped; the collar was all the dragon needed to wear to be dressed.

It was all he should wear, not counting his Master’s essence...

He didn’t have much time to think about how much he loved the accessory his Master had given him before receiving the actual reward his eager submission had given him, the one he had begged for~!

Amoren’s hips slammed forward, smacking his swollen knot-glands against his new pet’s sex, spreading the labia in a way that made the dragon whimper—especially as the third, crowning lobe at the top of the fox’s knot smacked right against his sensitive clitoris.

Until, with a toe-squelching, moan-bellowing inducing slam from the larger fox’s hips, Amoren barged his knot past those new lips, sending every repurposed nerve lining the dragon’s fertile canal screaming with pleasure...

Right as the fox’s soul-biting teeth yanked upon the very core of his pet’s being, threatening to rip out his entire soul and devour it right then and there!

Fortunately, his spirit remained in place, but the harvest the firm tug wrought left the collared spiraling into hedonistic, consciousness mollifying delirium! Which left only instinctual reflex behind to react to their clutch’s siring.

The noodle’s lips parted with soft, huffing gasps as the kitsune’s cock head buried itself against the back wall of his womb, whilst its knot drummed against his g-spot with every hole-anchoring throb!

The fox’s heavy spheres nestled against the dragon’s flush groin, tapping against the smooth noodle-lad’s fur with each flexing jolt announcing the arrival of the virility he so longed for—delivered straight into the depths of his womb through the pulsing column of meat.

Much to the lust broken noodle-vixen’s delight~

His eyelids fluttered as the vulpine shaft pulsed, belching long, thick ropes of cream that poured into his belly—bloating the dragon’s lithe abdomen with the weight of seed collecting in his fertile cavern, trapped by the clenched shut gates of his cervix and slit writhing against the log of vulpine masculinity holding his rear-quarters up in place all by itself.

Before long, as the now not so lithe dragon’s belly swelled beneath him, a new shudder of prideful delight tickled through his pleasure-stewed consciousness when the first pin pricks of new life sprouted within his body—seeded by the virile tide inevitably tracking down the numerous fertile eggs his ovaries had released in the depths of his lurid heat.

Soon thereafter joined by the familiar touch of his vulpine Master’s magic gracing his womb, layering upon it a protective ward... and more importantly, a declaration of ownership—broadcasted by the smokey fur upon his gravid abdomen darkening into a mark of claim resembling a vulpine head flanked by five tails...

Right as the fox’s fat shaft proved unable to keep the disgorging tide of cream still being pumped into his utterly flooded womb at bay. A veritable waterfall of thick, creamy virility crashed onto the floor with lurid wet slaps, paired with the spasming shudders of the eastern dragon’s freely hanging legs, twitching with each tunnel-bloating surge of jizz pumped into the end of his sex—turning his belly into a living spring of trapped fecundity.

“Mmm... All nice and satisfied now~?” Amoren purred against Vulka’s ear a minute later, before finally releasing his bite from the eastern dragon’s neck with a few lapping licks.

Another vivid blue bite mark was emblazoned upon his scruff now as well, joining the marks left in his mane just above his collar... But, unlike before, these seemed to be ‘closed’, preventing the eastern dragon’s spiritual reserves from leaking out.

A state that was then conferred to the bite brands left on his front as the callous fox’s free hand—the one that had lifted him by his tail before his knot wedged into place—tugged the noodle dragon up by his antlers up, forcing his blood-suckling lips from his Master’s arm as he forced his pet to expose his neck so his soothing licks could seal the claiming marks left within his spirit.

“Mmff... Yes Master~” Vulka sighed wistfully, barely keeping down a burp that came as he realized just how much blood he had drunk in his delirious state... Utterly suffusing the furred dragon with more lust-inducing mana than he knew what to do with...

He’d probably have to hibernate and let it all incubate and settle into his body... whilst their clutch of fox-dragons grew...

Who knows, perhaps he’d be laying them right after he recovered from his aphrodisia-laced food coma... So that the fox could treat him with another womb-bloating breeding and dinner right after~

The idea made the ravenous eastern dragon’s bright, sapphire-blue burning eyes drift towards his new Master’s enthralling gaze, whilst his lips pulled into a satisfied smile... Before using his long, lithe body to drape himself against the fox’s shoulder as best he could while tied to his knot.

“I want another bright, shiny, sapphire to eat when I wake up...” the noodle mumbled, tucking himself in underneath the fox’s chin, whilst his hands gently cradled his seed-filled belly; tracing the lines of his Master’s brand within his fur.

“That so? Are you going to be a good dragoness to earn it~?” the fox teased back, supporting the flopped eastern dragon with his arms... and even joining in on delivering doting affection to that belly...

Only to get no answer beyond a light snore from the lengthy boy.

“...Asleep already?” the fox chuckled, giving his dozing pet a doting pat on the head. “Mmm. We’re definitely going to have to train you a bit... Don’t worry, all your new ‘sister-vixens’ will be glad to teach you how to properly please me~”