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Blessing in Disguise Part 3 by RVasil

The following day wasn't any easier for the dragon. He got up that morning refreshed, but yet feeling tired all the same. He had a restless sleep as he was wracked with dreams of being alone in the same old home. Wessbite sighed. He had to stop thinking like this, lest his mood would turn sour. He shook his head as he headed out of the room, doing his best to rid his mind of the sad thoughts. He went downstairs that day--with clothes on this time--to find that Quartz had made breakfast once more. The bull greeted him as he sat down the table, yawning. He watched the bull set the plates on the table before joining him for a healthy serving of food.

It was mostly quiet as the two broke their bread and tried to physically rouse themselves in preparation for the work ahead of them today. Quartz was all smiles and Wess couldn't help but be infected by his enthusiasm. The depressing thoughts of last night began to ebb away.

A few moments later, the two were at the workshop. Wess was working the anvil and Quartz was working the grinder, sharpening the tools that the dragon finished molding into shape. Quartz's brow rose, sensing something was off about the dragon.

"Hey," he called out.

"Hm?"

"Is something wrong, Wess?" Quartz stopped pedaling on the machine and turned to face him.

The dragon blinked. He shook his head. "No, nothing's wrong."

"Are you sure?" Quartz prodded further. "You seem to be awfully quiet today."

"Am I?" The dragon chuckled. "I'm sorry. I'm just..." he shrugged. "I've just been thinking about things."

The bull cocked his head to the side. "About what?"

Wess placed the hammer he was holding on the anvil. He took a deep breath before answering the bull's question. "You told me that you had no place to go, right?" Wess asked rhetorically. "And then I told you that you can stay." His expression turned solemn and Wess found himself staring at the gray anvil in front of him. "But then I realized that you can't stay because there might be a possibility that the guards will find you here in my house."

"Ah..." came Quartz's response from the side.

"I'm just...trying to think of...what's going to happen now, you know?" Wess turned to face Quartz who looked at him with an equally solemn look. "I don't want you to get killed."

The bull's expression softened and turned into a smile. "I appreciate the fact that you think about me so much."

Wess chuckled. "I can't help it."

"It's alright, Wess. I'll be fine." Quartz looked down at the grinder he was working on and placed his hands on the whetstone. "I'm just glad you're keeping your word on keeping me a secret. Don't worry about the finer details of things, alright? You're not the one they're looking for anyway."

"True." That was when a thought crossed Wess' mind. "Though, we may have a problem in regards to that."

"What is it?"

"The Garson Knights are probably going to come down here tomorrow and pick up stuff we've been making. I might have to ask you to hide somewhere in the woods."

Quartz nodded. "Thanks for the heads up. And don't worry, I know how to be incognito."

"Good."

Wess turned back around and took hold of the hammer on the anvil. "Just..."

Quartz's brow rose, hearing the dragon trail in his words.

"Just try not to get caught, okay?"

Quartz looked at Wess--who had his back turn to him--and could see the dragon somewhat shake as he uttered those words. The bull knew in himself that the dragon's words were genuine.

"I promise. You won't even know I'm there."

The third day soon came after and Quartz found himself sitting under the shade of a tree in the woods. To make sure that the Garson Knights wouldn't happen to see him in the house, he had to make himself scarce for the time being as Wessbite prepared the swords and other weaponry the guards would be picking up. The time at the woods gave the bull some more time to reflect. His entire time with Wessbite was something he could probably classify as one of the better parts of his life. The company was nice, and, to his surprise, crafting weapons and armor was something he actually found relaxing. He had forgotten the last time he had ever done such a thing. Just taking it easy and just enjoying life in general. Ever since he had gotten into the army, the definition of rest and relaxation became nothing more than just a passing dream. He wasn't even sure anymore as to what was going on, in terms of the war, and frankly, he didn't care anymore. If anything, it was beginning to look like this impromptu encounter he had with Wess truly was a blessing in disguise.

He smiled, thinking of the dragon. Wessbite. The dragon that had saved his life.

That was when he heard sounds that snapped him back to reality. His instincts guided him, immediately making him duck and hide behind the thick shrubs that littered the forest floor. His hands gripped tightly on the only weapon he had which was the axe (something Wessbite urged him to bring with as a precaution), as his eyes scanned the area for the source of the unnatural disturbance. It was then it registered in his mind. It was the sound of armor walking down the uneven dirt road. There were three of them, one up front and two at the back; a leader and his subordinates, as he hypothesized. They were canines and that told Quartz one thing. They were knights of the Garson Kingdom; his enemies. This was probably the group of individuals that were going to pick up the weapons.

Quartz decided to just let them pass when the small patrol began to talk amongst themselves. Thinking it would be a good idea, he decided to discreetly stalk them, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"So, what are we doing here again, Sir Grat?" The young, gray husky asked.

Grat, an older German Shepherd that looked like the higher ranking of the bunch and was leading them upfront responded. "I thought you were briefed about this already, Beek?"

The husky shook his head. "No, sir. I was just told to accompany you two in this routine patrol." Beek looked around, admittedly curious as to what they were doing so far outside of normal patrol routes. "What are we doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"I have to agree with him sir," the other subordinate piped up. "What are we doing out here?"

"We're just doing the weekly supply run."

"Supply run?" Beek asked. "For what?"

"For the weapons we use." The canine unsheathed his sword which looked remarkably familiar. Even from afar, the craftsmanship was something the bull immediately recognized. "We have a contract with one of the blacksmiths here to serve as a supplier of our weapons and armor."

"A contract? I don't suppose there's a special reason for this, rather than just having the many blacksmiths we have at the main city to do this for us."

"There is actually, Beek," the leader replied. "This smithy is not just some smithy. We wouldn't be dealing with him if he wasn't special to begin with. The fact that he works by himself and can still reach the amount we requested in the short span of time is amazing enough as it is."

Beek scoffed at the statement. "You're joking, right? He can't be doing all that work by himself."

Grat shook his head. "No, I'm not. It's a testament of his skill." The canine paused for a moment. "He's also a dragon."

"Oh..." The wonder in the voice of the other subordinate was very prominent. "That makes more sense."

"At least you both now know," Grat answered.

"Is that the house?" Beek voiced, seeing the building pop out against the foliage.

"That it is. Let's get this over with men."

The three stood in front of the small quaint two story home. The leader of the patrol knocked on the front door. "Mr. Wess! Is anyone home?" he loudly shouted, knocking again on the door. "The Knights of Garson have arrived to check in!"

Quartz had been quietly listening in on the conversation and positioned himself behind some more foliage. His curiosity peeked and he wanted to see how this encounter would transpire. If anything, it was the perfect circumstance to see if Wessbite would stay true to his words. He still had doubts even though most of them were waning already. On one hand, he wanted to just run and make a break for it. The urge to flee was strong in his mind as he watched the knights in front of him. Wessbite could literally rat him out at that second and it was all over. On the other hand however...he felt that he could trust the dragon. The dragon nursed him to health and was nothing but a trustworthy ally to him. He owed his life to him. Was that all for show?

He shook his head. The fact that he was questioning Wessbite's intentions this late into their friendship was like insulting the dragon. Quartz bit his lip. He could trust him. No...he corrected himself. He trusted him.

There was a short silence before the sounds of footsteps could be heard from inside the small house. "Coming!" Wess' voice echoed from within. A few minutes later, the large dragon appeared in the doorway still wearing his signature apron with the equally dirty clothes. "You guys just came in time," he said, smiling at the canines.

"I take it you've completed the work we commissioned?" Grat asked.

"Yes, I just finished it a few hours ago. They're at the back," he motioned to the general direction of the workshop.

Grat nodded to one of his men--Beek--who saluted back, and then ran off to the side. "Great work as always, Wessbite."

"Just doing my job."

"Your pay is here with me." The canine untied a bag of coin he had tied to his belt and handed it to the dragon. Wessbite thanked him and counted his profits. "However, your work isn't over." Wess looked up to see the canine looking at him. He held out a scroll for him to take. "We expect another batch of weapons from you."

The dragon smiled wryly and took the scroll. "Of course. I'm glad to find that my patrons are happy with my craftsmanship."

"We are. Think of it this way, without you, we wouldn't be this effective in battle." The canine puffed out his chest proudly. "We're winning."

"By what margin? News doesn't get around much."

"Enough to push those bovine idiots back where they belong."

The insult made Quartz' brow rose but he didn't let it get to him.

"Was that you then? The fighting that happened the last three days ago?" Wess asked

Grat nodded. But before he could speak, his subordinate's enthusiasm overtook him. "Hell yeah we were! Those bastards thought they had as all calculated. Too bad, they're too dumb to even realize that they have a mole in their ranks. They never saw us coming. It was a massacre."

An array of emotion crossed Quartz's face. Shock, as he was surprised to hear that they had a mole in their ranks. He had never imagined someone actually sold them out. He then placed a paw over his mouth to muffle his angry growl at hearing his men were betrayed. His mind raced, thinking desperately as to know who the traitor was.

Grat looked visibly irritated. "DARIUS!" he shouted.

The husky looked shaken. "Y-yes, sir?"

"Speak out of line again and I swear I will have you demoted to cleaning duty! Do you have any idea how sensitive the information that is blubbering out of your mouth?" Grat glared at his subordinate, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there.

"I apologize sir! It won't happen again!"

"It better be. You know what, get out of my sight. Go help Beek at the back. He's taking too damn long." The canine named Darius nodded and ran off, leaving Grat and Wess by themselves. Grat sighed and faced Wess who was just watching the entire tirade curiously. Grat's expression softened, even looking apologetic, as he addressed the dragon. "New recruit."

"I see."

"But yes," Grat took deep breaths. "I would appreciate if you keep this piece of information with yourself."

The dragon chuckled. "My lips are sealed, Sir Grat." He then cocked his head to the side. "How many kills did you get?"

"More than enough. However, as proud as I am of our achievement there are still some rats who refuse to die like the scum that they are."

Wess voiced the question that was in his and Quartz's mind. "Excuse me?"

"Intel thinks that there may have been survivors in the most recent skirmish we've had. They are wanted men, and their days are numbered. If you ever come across Solaris Knights, feel free to dispose of them. They have bounties on their heads."

Quartz glanced at Wess' face and noticed it lit up with curiosity. After that brief moment, the dragon's eyes flickered to the general direction of where he was hiding and swore that they locked eyes. Quartz froze and he felt his heart skip a beat. This was it. His pulse raced as he wondered what the dragon would do. His resolve in regards to Wess seemingly crumbled under the pressure. Would Wess betray his trust on him? Just for money?! Was there enough time for him to run if he did so? As if on cue, Quartz felt his back strain ever so slightly, as if reminding him that he couldn't run full speed if he needed to. The bull felt like a sitting duck. His fate was in his sole trust on the dragon.

After what felt like ages, Wess turned his attention to the canine before he noticed anything. "Is that so? How much?"

"Twice the amount we're paying you. We can't let them roam around any longer. They overstayed their welcome. I'm sure you can use them as training dummies for your weapons."

"I'm sure I can," Wess replied, smiling at Grat. "Don't worry, Sir Grat. I'll keep my eyes peeled for any bulls that come my way."

Quartz released the longest sigh he had ever held in the softest way possible.

Then, a loud clanging sound came about and out came the grunts of men who were lifting large sacks on their back. Beek and Darius appeared at the corner, looking flustered with the heavy weight. "We should have brought a cart!" Beek complained.

"And you should have thought of that earlier when I told you we had a supply run to do," Grat replied haughtily. "Carry on men, I'm sure we can ask from one of the stables at the nearby village." He then turned to the dragon who was just smirking at the sight. "Honestly, why do you live so far away from the village? It would make things like this so much easier."

"I would, but the distractions are not..." Another loud clung, then a thud, followed lastly by a groan from Darius as he collapsed under the weight of the sack he was carrying. "...welcomed."

Grat nodded. "Understandable." He was about to walk away when he stopped mid-step to turn to Wess. "Oh, and before I go, I'm sure you already know this, but harboring an enemy of the kingdom is punishable by death."

"As it is a crime against the king himself, I understand." Wess smiled sincerely. "Be careful on your travels."

The canine nodded then turned to his subordinates. "Put your backs into it boys. It's not that far of a walk."

He was answered with an annoyed groan.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"...Yes, sir..."

"Good."

Wess watched as the men slowly disappeared into the forest once again, leaving him by himself at the entrance to his humble abode. "You can come out now," he called out.

The bushes rustled for a bit and out came Quartz from his hiding place. He walked up to the dragon who was smirking at him. "Okay, first things first, how did you know where I was?"

"Your scent."

Quartz looked at him then sheepishly smelled his armpits. "Are you telling me I smell?" he jokingly asked.

The dragon waved his hands sheepishly. "No, of course not. I didn't mean it like that. You actually smell wonderful!"

The last comment caught Quartz off guard completely. "What?"

Wess blushed, realizing what he had said. "Er--I mean, y-you know, that--you don't smell bad! That's what I meant."

Quartz glanced at him, wondering why the dragon was acting so flustered. Wess just laughed nervously in response to his staring. "Anyways," he continued, regaining his composure after clearing his throat. "I am very well aware of your scent so when I got a whiff of it, it wasn't that hard to figure out where you were. I'm just glad that the wind was blowing downwind today and not the other way around, lest they would have picked up your scent in the process."

Quartz nodded, realizing that they were cutting it close. "I didn't know dragons had such a keen sense of smell."

"Not many do." Wess eyes flickered to the slowly disappearing group of soldiers down the road. "Let's continue this conversation inside."

"Agreed."

The two individuals headed inside back the house with Wess closing the door behind the two of them. Quartz stood beside the wall, somewhat lost in his thoughts. "What is it?" Wess asked.

"I'm just..." The bull shook his head. "I'm just disappointed that someone sold us out." He scratched his head, looking utterly distraught.

Wess walked over and placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "What are you going to do then?"

"I..."

For the first time, Quartz was somewhat torn in regards to what he should do. A large part of him felt compelled to seek and find out who the traitor was. The Solaris Knight in him demanded justice for the death of his comrades and to at least not make their deaths be in vain. The other smaller part of him said otherwise, telling him that to seek out the traitor would be a suicide mission--obviously--as he was deep in enemy lines and any wrong move would result to his death and the fact that he was all by himself.

But there was something else.

He looked up to face Wess, and saw the look of concern across the dragon's face. The look in the dragon's blue eyes said it all. Quartz sighed, unable to come up with a possible solution to his dilemma. "I don't know."

"Just don't do anything drastic, alright?" Wess was obviously worried at the series of thoughts that were no doubt passing through Quartz's mind. The dragon could almost see the gears turning in the bovine's head, thinking of what to do. "I don't want you to get killed out there," he said softly.

Quartz let out a light chuckle, looking at Wess at the corner of his eye. "Don't worry. I won't, and besides," he turned to face the dragon, "if you were taking care of me, I'll live."

Wess' solemn expression curled to a smile. "Don't push your luck."

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have met you."

A slight blush crept up on Wess' cheeks. "...True." Wess then leaned his back on the wall and glanced back down the piece of scroll he had in his hands. "Well, I trust that you know what you're doing." He opened up the piece of parchment and began reading the contents. "In the end, the decision is yours, Quartz." Wess tried to read the next batch of orders he had to fulfill but none of them seemed to stick to his head. His mind was too focused at what he was trying to say. "I'm not holding you here. You're free to leave whenever you want."

Quartz looked at Wess. "Do you want me to leave?"

Wess' eyes stopped moving. He turned his head and looked at the bull seriously. The question hang in there for a brief moment, and Wess felt his heart race at what he was going to say. They briefly locked eyes with one another, before Wess inevitably broke eye contact, saying, "No."

Quartz nodded, smiling warmly at the dragon. "I'm glad."

There was short bit of silence between them, either of the two unsure of what to say. There was an air of uncertainty, that neither wanted to face. It was Wess that broke the silence, mumbling something about having to prepare the workshop for the next batch of orders. The dragon excused himself, heading to the back room. Quartz stood by himself at the entrance of the house, looking at Wess's back as he left.

Slowly, an answer was coming to form in his head.

Time seemingly shifted as Wess' body reflexively move of its own accord inside the workshop. He grabbed logs from a pile and placed them next to the furnace. He cleared tables and set his equipment on them. The dragon moved like clockwork, moving left and right, and arranging everything and anything as he prepared for the next big batch of weapons he was tasked of making.

His mind however, was elsewhere.

Reality had finally come knocking and here came the day he was dreading. The day that Quartz was free to leave when he so choose. Last time Wess checked, Quartz's wounds had sealed completely and he had regained full control of his body. If the bull wanted, he could leave at this very second, and the dragon would be left alone inside his humble abode once more. The thought made Wess pause. He stopped in the middle of the room, as he felt a sharp stabbing pain come from within. The thought of Quartz leaving had more of an impact on him than he would like to admit to anyone but himself. Before Wess realized it, a small tear escaped from his eye. It streaked down his cheek, and fell down the floor, followed by another.

In a few moments, he was crying.

Wessbite quietly cried to himself, feeling his emotions well up once more. He didn't want Quartz to leave. He knew in himself that the bull just as recently came into his life, but in the short amount of time they had spent together, he had grown attached to the bull more so than anyone he had the pleasure of meeting.

The dragon was in love with the bull.

Wess's heart ached for Quartz. He wanted him to be safe; safe from the pursuers that was surely after his life. To be safe from the bounty hunters that wanted his head. He wanted Quartz safe from the world. He wanted to be with the bull and to savor his company until time ended. But Wess knew that the decision didn't lie with him.

It was with Quartz.

Dinner was short and uneventful. By then, Wess had dried the tears from his face and did his best keep a perky, happy demeanor in front of the bull. The last thing he wanted for Quartz to remember about him was the fact that he was crying over something trivial. Wess wasn't exactly keen on admitting his feelings just yet, if at all. The dragon didn't want make things awkward between them. Quartz on the other hand kept his usual, calm and collected persona, just happily relaying stories to the dragon and overall enjoying the meal that was shared between them.

Eventually, they both had their fill and the two retreated upstairs to call it a night.

Quartz was seated at the edge of his bed when Wess knocked at the door frame. "What is it?" the bull asked.

"Do you want me to check on your bandages?" Wess asked.

Quartz thought for a brief moment before nodding. The dragon walked over and sat himself behind the bull. Quartz took it upon himself to remove his shirt, revealing the bandages underneath. Slowly, the dragon undressed the white bandages, revealing the bull's scarred but perfectly healed skin. Wess traced his hands on Quartz's back, checking to see if everything was in order.

"So...?" Quartz asked.

"You're all healed up," Wess answered. "Do you want me to get some herbal oil though? It'll help with the muscle pain."

Quartz nodded. "Yes please."

Wess excused himself and went out to get the items. A moment later, he went back into the room, carrying a vial of liquid. "How do you even know this stuff anyway? You're a smithy, not a doctor," Quartz commented.

"When you live by yourself you begin to realize quickly that you need to learn to take care of yourself because no one else will."

"I can imagine," Quartz replied. His brow then rose as he saw the clear liquid being poured onto Wess's open palm. It was even odorless. "Wouldn't that be cold though?"

The dragon shook his head. "No, this has been heated by the fire earlier. I heated it just in case you may have needed them."

Quartz turned back around and presented his back to the dragon. "Thanks, by the way."

"For what?"

"About earlier; I admit, I really thought you were going to rat me out, but I'm glad that you didn't."

Wess smiled. "You don't have to thank me. I stay true to my word after all. I don't need the money anyway. I have more for myself and then some to get by." He then placed his palm on the bull's back and started spreading the herbal oil. "And besides, you're great company to have," he said softly.

Quartz immediately felt the effects of the herbal oil. He let out a soft groan, feeling warmth radiating from his entire back. Wess was careful with his ministrations, letting his fingers roam freely on the bull's broad shoulders. Wess took this chance to even give Quartz a massage, taking out the knots of stress that had formed in his muscles. Quartz felt like putty under the dragon's well skilled hands, feeling the pain from his back ebb away completely. The bull almost moaned from the pleasure as the sensation was electrifying.

Wess smiled contentedly to himself, feeling happy as can be that he was able to do at least this for Quartz. His heart pounded in his chest, and his pulse raced as he felt his arousal skyrocket at the thought of giving this rather sensual massage to Quartz. And the way the bull was moaning only spurred his imaginations further. It didn't take long for his lower half to be rock hard and completely straining in his pants.

A quiet moment was shared between the two of them, with Quartz's moans becoming all the more sensual as the massage went further. Wess did his best to focus at the task at hand, but it was proving far difficult, given Quartz's reaction. Eventually however, Wess finished his massaged and he pulled back.

"So, uh," his words came out soft, as if speaking anymore louder would ruin the atmosphere between the two of them. He gently cleared his throat. "Do you want me to do your front?"

Quartz was silent for a brief moment, before turning around to face him. "Yes."

Wess was about to move when his eyes darted past the bull's lower half, making him freeze. Quartz's pants were tented completely, the fabric straining against his member that was no doubt rock hard and fully erect underneath. It could barely contain it, and the piece of clothing looked like it was going to rip at any moment. Before Wess could think on it further, a gentle laugh distracted him. The dragon looked towards the sound and saw Quartz's eyes were looking at his own lower half. A smile beginning to form in his lips. The bull's eyes then flickered upwards and the two locked eyes.

Feeling the blood rush to his face, Wess broke eye contact and shook his head, mumbling sorry profusely. The dragon felt embarrassed and wanted to leave the room immediately. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked behind him and Quartz reached forward, taking hold of his chin and making the dragon face him. Before Wess could even comprehend what was happening, the distance between their faces shortened as the bull confidently leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Wess was taken aback, eyes wide open.

However, as quickly as his surprise came, it ebbed away and he found himself pushing back against Quartz. The two were locked in their kiss, both seemingly fighting for control, and desperately wanting each other. The dragon's mind froze, seemingly giving up in processing what was happening anymore and instead opting to just go with the flow. After a bout of kissing that lasted for what felt like an eternity, the two pulled apart, a string of spit briefly connecting the two of them. They each gasped for breath, their eyes focused solely on one another.

No words were needed to convey the desires they had.

Quartz leaned forward again, his lips meeting with the dragon's own. He gently pushed Wess down the bed, the dragon happily obliging to let the bull pin him down. Their gentle kisses with one another eventually evolved into deeper, tender kisses leaving them breathless for more. Wess' hands travelled all over the bull, groping and squeezing where he could. Quartz lowered himself, their crotches grinding against one another. Wess groaned, feeling their stiff members be squeezed in between their figures. The dragon reached lower, giving a tender squeeze on Quartz's firm backside. The bull momentarily broke the kiss and let out a cute moo in the dragon's ears.

Wess chuckled, using this chance to lick the bull's cheeks. The bull eyes darted towards him and he smiled mischievously. Quartz sat up and got out the bed. Wess rose afterwards, and got on a sitting position at the edge of the bed. The bull in front of him then slowly took off his shorts, making sure to put on a bit of a show. Wess' heart skipped a beat as he saw the fabric fall down to the floor. Quartz member was free from its constraints and was standing stiffly and bobbing freely in the air. The bull's cock was nothing to scoff at, its size almost as thick as the bull's arms and its length was probably longer than the hammer Wess was used to working with. Much, much longer. The dark brown member was a stark contrast against the bull's own brown skin, the dragon's eyes following its every throb in time with Quartz's heartbeat. The head of the cock was leaking pre freely, some of it dripping down the floor. At the base of it all were two large orbs the size of oranges, filled to the brim seed.

Wess gulped. The entire thing made his mouth water.

Without even waiting for a response, he stood up and knelt before the bull. He only stopped to look up at Quartz who smiled back down at him. After seeing the confirmation, Wess gave the member a tender lick. The bull let out an almost soft moo, the sensation of the tongue on his member sending an electrifying pulse across his body. The taste felt...different, for Wess. It was earthy, sweet, yet salty at the same time. The head of the member proving to be the perfect spot as he swirled his tongue around, earning him more beads of pre to drip out and for him to take in. The taste eventually grew on Wess, and he found himself wanting more. His experimental actions soon became determined, his body seemingly acting on its own. Wess' mind was completely blank, letting his instincts take over and guide him. Quartz on the other hand was in a state of bliss, his desires slowly fizzling his senses of control out and the urge to rut becoming more and stronger. But Quartz tempered himself lest he wanted to hurt Wess.

Wess doubled his efforts, hearing the grunts and moans of pleasure coming from the bull. He briefly took a break to catch his breath before he went and leaned forward, in an effort take the bovine cock's entirety inside his mouth. He went for slow and methodical as he didn't want to gag on the piece of hot flesh that was resting inside his mouth. Wess groaned in pain, but didn't relent. Tears slowly welled up in eyes and his mouth felt strained, but the dragon was determined to elicit the best pleasure for the bull. Inch by inch, the bull's cock disappeared into the novice's gullet, an act even surprising Quartz himself. In a few minutes, Wess' nose was pressed onto the bull's brown fuzzy crotch.

Quartz was in a state of bliss, eyes closed and mouth in the shape of an 'O'. His hands lowered onto the dragon's head and he gently tapped him, telling him to ease off. Wess did so, and in a few moments a lewd pop filled the air as his maw was free of the bull's cock. Quartz extended him a hand and helped him stand up, greeting him with a tender kiss afterwards. The dragon gladly kissed back, happy as can be. Quartz hands roamed around and eventually found its way under Wess' shirt, groping and touching the firm muscles underneath. Quartz broke the kiss and stripped of Wess' shirt, giving an eyeful of the dragon's nude upper half.

Much like him, Wess' was ripped and had the muscles at all the right places. Years of blacksmithing was kind to him, giving him firm arms and a fairly noticeable pack of abs. His pectorals looked like they were chiseled from his body and Quartz took it upon himself to reach forward and tweak the two nubs that were on the dragon's chest. The dragon shivered, surrendering control of his body towards the bull. Quartz grinned and leaned forward, putting his lips on the dragon's nipples and giving loving bites and tender kisses. Wess' moaned in pleasure, his legs threatening to buckle from all the sensations that were coursing throughout his entire body. Quartz kept going lower, leaving trails of loving kisses all over the dragon's chest before stopping midway. Wess' shorts were tented up at this point, and a clear wet spot had formed. With an almost forceful tug, the dragon's last piece of clothing fell to the floor in a heap.

Quartz's eyes feasted on the dragon's own member that bobbed freely in the air. He had seen it flaccid before, but now seeing it alive and ready for some action, he was colored impressed. The dragon was sporting a cock that was almost like his own, maybe an inch or so smaller in diameter. The cock's length was a reasonable measurement and being so close to the throbbing manhood made Quartz cross-eyed. He backed up slightly, reaching forward to wrap his arms around his partner's member. Wess visibly shivered, moaning under the slightest touch. Quartz went further, angling his hands downwards to grab at the two healthy looking balls of the dragon that churned with seed wanting to be sown. The bull smiled giving the member a gentle tug that rewarded him a spurt of pre on his hand. He licked the fluid from his hand, remarking that is was tasty and delicious and wanting more of it.

Wess bit his lips, and nodded, letting the bull continue his ministrations. Quartz moved forward, sticking his tongue out and coming into contact with the hot shaft. It tasted sweet and tangy, but the pre that spurted form the head was what made it worth it for Quartz. He badly wanted more of it. Without skipping a beat, he swirled his tongue around, taking more of the dragon's cock into his mouth. Lewd slurping sounds echoed from the room mixed in with the muffled groans of the dragon. Wess cursed under his breath. He had never felt anything like this before in his entire life. He looked down and saw Quartz had already engulfed the entirety of his endowment and was already working his length as best as he could. This was definitely NOT the first time Quartz had done this. Before Wess could even think further, he felt the familiar sensation in his loins. He opened his mouth but flustered, finding it hard to speak given how his entire body was shaking and was rocked by the pleasure firing off from his cock.

He tried again, his voice almost sounding strained. He warned the bull that he was nearing his end but the warning only came out as a strained moan instead. His pleas seemingly fell on deaf ears as instead of stopping to give him a break, Quartz doubled his efforts. The bull worked his shaft vigorously, like a man that was dying from thirst. The dragon could only grunt in pleasure as his own shaft began to throb deep into the bull's warm mouth. Before long, a long guttural roar escaped from him, and his climax came. Ropes upon ropes of white seed spilled into Quartz's waiting mouth, the bull happily lapping it all up. However, he soon realized he underestimated the sheer volume of it all, and some began to leak at the corners of his mouth. It even dripped to the floor, forming a small puddle.

At the end of it all, white streaks of cum went across Quartz's chest and some were even squirted onto his cheeks. Wess' breathing was ragged and he did his best to steady himself. His legs were wobbling and threatened to buckle underneath him. Thankfully however, he managed to steady himself when Quartz stood up, leaning onto the bull for support. Quartz nuzzled him on the cheek, sticking out his tongue to give him a loving lick. The bull guided him towards the bed, letting the dragon catch his breath. But Wess' eyes were drawn to the stiff aching pole that was still erect at Quartz's cock. Both of them knew what was coming next.

Quartz saw him staring and quickly said, "Look, you don't have to--", but was quickly cut off as the dragon leaned in to kiss him. This silenced the bull. Eventually, Wess broke the kiss and whispered, "But I want to."

The bull saw the fire in his eyes and nodded. "I'll go slowly."

Wess then lowered himself to the bed and let the bull prepare himself. Quartz looked around for a brief moment for something to help him ease in. Wess cleared his throat from the bed and pointed to the vial of herbal oil he had used earlier. Quartz nodded and grabbed it from the side. He then proceeded to open it and apply a healthy portion to his palm. The bull climbed onto the bed and Wess presented himself, spreading his legs as much as possible and given the bull access to his bum.

Quartz used one finger first, gently easing his digit to the winking star that slowly pulled it in. Surprisingly enough, it was easy to move around in and he found himself pressing in a second digit, then a third one before he encountered any sort of tightness. A smile crept up on his face as he watched Wess squirm gently in the bed, eyes closed tight and doing his best to relax. It would seem that Wess wasn't a stranger to playing with his backside.

With the preparations out of the way, he pulled his fingers out and lined himself up properly. He grabbed hold of the dragon's feet and rested them on his shoulders. The two locked eyes for a brief moment and Wess nodded, giving him the confirmation. Slowly Quartz pressed inwards. The lubrication proved useful as his member easily slipped in, but was immediately presented with a tightness that was almost heavenly on his cock. Wess on the other hand groaned both in pain and pleasure as the sensation of being impaled on the bovine cock was something he had never experienced before. More and more, the inch disappeared into his behind and he wondered how he was even taking it all in. Wess felt like he was being split into two, Quartz's thickness proving thicker than he originally realized. Regardless, Wess pushed through, the pain slowly morphing into pleasure as his prostate was reached and gently being massaged by the invading pole.

After what felt like a grueling minute, the entirety of Quartz's member was buried deep inside the dragon's tight behind. The bull then eased outwards, grunting from the way Wess' ass seemingly wrapped around his member in an effort to desperately keep him in there. It had a vice like grip that wasn't keen on letting go. He went through with it however, and with a huff, managed to get up to the tip of his member's head, before repeating the process.

Inevitably, the two developed a rhythm.

The bed rocked with each thrust followed by a lustful moan that escaped from Wess' mouth. He cursed under his breath, finding it hard to focus on anything as each thrust of the bull's cock into him sent his mind into disarray. His tongue lolled out and he gripped the bed for dear life as Quartz picked up the pace and went to town. Quartz angled his thrust deeper, hitting the dragon's prostate and ravaging it completely. Wess cried out, his member coming to life from all the sex and dribbling pre profusely. The bull didn't relent. He kept his speed and consistency as best as possibly. He cussed loudly, his free hands groping the dragon's firm behind. Wess could only squeal from pleasure. The sound of skin against skin slapping each other echoed in the room, followed by the creaking of the wooden bed that was in sync with the love making of the two lovers.

Eventually, Quartz lowered himself on to the bed, opting to spoon the dragon. There were no qualms from Wess, only moans of pleasure. The dragon's tail wrapped around the bull's figure, pulling him closer towards him. Wess closed his eyes and bit his lips. He was in a state of pure utter bliss and with the way Quartz was hitting his prostate over and over again, he was in line with another orgasm. It didn't take long, for it to start building.

"I-I'm getting...close...!" came Quartz's voice. The bull himself was beginning to feel his end. His own cock throbbed inside the warm bum of the dragon and ached for release. He doubled his space, increased his speed and hitting as harder as ever. Wess cried out, shouting the bull's name as he climaxed. This in turn forced his own behind to clamp shut on Quartz's cock, pushing the bull over the edge. Quartz grunted, his cock spurting ropes upon ropes deep inside the dragon's ass. Wess shivered as he felt the warmth radiating inside him as he rode it all out.

At the end of it all, the two were wet, sweaty and tired from their vigorous sexual act.

No words were spoken as the two caught their breaths, preferring to only lay on the bed for now. They were far too tired to even move from their spot. Quartz however reached forward and pulled Wess closer to him, wrapping his arms around the dragon's chest and opting to rest his head on the dragon's shoulder, fully spooning his partner. The bull even went so far as to drop loving kisses on the dragon's cheeks before giving him a nuzzle holding him tighter.

Wess took a deep breath, his mind coming back from its high and he could finally see through the haze of lust that filled his vision. One thing was clear in his head. They just had sex, and it was the best sex he'd ever had. Before his mind could think further, his consciousness began to slip. Sleep became more and more appealing and drowsiness began to wash over him. He would have wanted to clean up the mess but he didn't care at the moment, and from the way Quartz was holding him tightly, he too didn't either.

Quartz's voice snapped him to reality. "Wess?"

"Yes?"

"I know this is going to sound weird but..." Wess felt the bull's loving embrace pull him closer, "I love you."

The number of emotions that welled up inside the dragon were numerous to count. But one thing was for sure.

"I love you too."

Day broke.

The sun climbed up and rose over the horizon, slowly illuminating the open plains, scattering its golden rays of sunlight. The forest slowly came to life, as the animals awoke from their nightly slumber, eager to start a new day. Sunrise became more prominent, as its rays spilled into the windows and into a quiet, quaint bedroom. Two forms laid closely next to each other, a faint snore coming from the both of them. The rays of the sun traced their bodies, and conveniently landed onto the dragon's face.

Wessbite stirred, eyes slowly flickering open, sleep releasing him from its grasp. At first he was confused as to where he was. His eyes looked around him to find that he wasn't in his room. He tried to move, but upon doing so felt a gentle pull take him back and have his back pressed to a source of warmth. A gentle purring from behind him brought back all the memories in an instant.

Wess' mind immediately replayed to him the sexual events that had transpired late that night. What started out as an innocent gesture of comfort turned into something far, far better than what he originally had in mind. Wess wasn't complaining though. To say that he was against it would be him lying through his teeth. He was more than happy to be in the loving embrace of the bull.

Quartz remained asleep behind him, leaving the dragon to his own thoughts to contemplate.

Wess wasn't sure what was to happen now, or what did it all mean. He didn't exactly think that far ahead and from the way things got heated the last night, he wasn't doing a lot of thinking either. But now that the excitement had passed and a new day was before him, he wondered where it was all going to go. If anything, it only made things more complicated. But before the dragon could continue pondering the gravity of the circumstances, Quartz behind him stirred.

The bull's eyes flickered open, and he let out a tired yawn, clicking his lips in the process.

Wess squirmed under the bull and turned his body to look at his lover. He smiled and greeted, "Good morning."

Quartz smiled back and leaned in to give him a quick but tender kiss. "Good morning."

Wess felt the butterflies in his stomach well up, and his cheeks blush at the gesture. "How was your sleep?" he asked.

"It was great." The bull answered. "For the first time, I didn't have any nightmares." He gazed down on him, looking happy as can be. "You?"

"I had a good sleep too."

"Happy to hear that." Quartz felt contented to just nuzzle Wess across the cheek. The dragon happily purred like a kitten.

"You know..." Wess said, leaning his head on the bull's chest. "We do have to get out of the bed at some point."

Quartz pulled him closer, letting the dragon rest his head on the bull's chest. "No, we don't," he childishly remarked.

Wess let out a light laugh, closing his eyes and nuzzling his face into the bull's chest. Quartz's scent felt close to him and his embrace made him feel safe.

The bull rested his head atop his. "You know..."

Wess gently opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Quartz who had a calm expression on his face.

"I've been thinking," the bull continued. "About what you said."

"About what?"

The bull sighed. "Wess...I really don't know where I'm going to go." He looked at the dragon as if he would be able to find the answer written on his face. "I don't know what I'm going to do with myself anymore. I mean...I know chasing after that traitor would just be suicide."

The dragon remained silent for a moment, letting the statement hang in the air briefly then saying, "You know that you don't have to go, right?" Wess looked at Quartz seriously. "I'm not asking you to leave. And I don't want you to either."

Quartz blinked, hearing the dragon's words. A warm smile crept on his face but was then changed to a look of worry. "I don't want to ruin your life, Wess. I mean...you're good, you know? You're set."

"What makes you think that?"

"You're making an honest living. A decent house, a job that pays, you have food on the table, hell if things had happened differently, I would have probably met you with a wife." The bull shifted in the bed then continued, "I just don't want to be the person that just destroys all of that."

"And you aren't. You never were." Quartz looked at Wess, prompting him to continue, "I know it sounds sappy, but you coming into my life is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"How can someone be as dangerous as me be a good thing?"

"Because you are." The dragon's expression turned bright. "Before you came, my life was actually boring. Sure it was great; as fun as being by yourself could be. I was always by myself, enjoying and biding my own time. But that's just the outside of things." He shook his head, thinking back to time before Quartz ever arrived. "But when you came along..." He smiled at the bull. "Today is probably the better days of my life. In retrospect, I feel like I actually started living."

The bull pulled him closer in response. "I meant what I said last night."

"And I did too. And no, Quartz, it isn't weird."

The bull smiled, then his voice lowered to that of almost a whisper. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I've lost everything...everyone...all because of this war...I don't want to lose you as well."

Now it was Wess' turn to hug the bull closer to him. "And I don't want to lose you either."

A short silence hung between the two as the gravity of the situation weighed on the both of them.

It was Wess that broke the silence. "You know...you're right."

"Hm? About what?"

"About my life," Wess said. "I am set. I have a good life here, a decent house and a decent job." Quartz's brow rose, wondering what the dragon was trying to say. "But that also means..." The dragon looked at the bull seriously in the eyes. "I can do it all over again."

The notion clicked into Quartz mind. "N-no! Wess! I don't want you to go up and--"The bull was silenced as the dragon gently pressed a finger up to his lips.

"Quartz, I meant what I said when you were the best thing that ever happened in my life. These past three days...I felt like I was actually living for once. I was doing the same old routine as I normally did but...it was...great, you know? Without you here...it wouldn't be the same anymore." The dragon looked at the bull. "I needed you more than you needed me."

Quartz sighed and rested his forehead against the dragon's. "You've been thinking about this for a while now, haven't you?"

"More or less."

Quartz leaned in to give the dragon another peck at the lips. "Where are we even going to go, Wess? It's dangerous for the both of us out there. They'll kill me for being an enemy, and worst case scenario kill you for conspiring with the enemy."

The dragon thought for a moment. "We can always go north."

Quartz thought about the prospect. "This is so crazy...but it might just work."

"Good." Wess smiled, licking up the bull's neck. "And if anyone asks, you're my apprentice."

Quartz groaned, feeling his lower half stir at the dragon's ministrations. "I thought masters were supposed to be on top of things?"

Wess playfully pouted at the bull. "Shut up and let me kiss you."

Wess and Quartz both weren't sure what the future had in store for the both of them.

But they were glad to have each other.