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"Stefond, you're still here?! Get lost you filthy Ape!" shouted an annoyed dragon once the crowd dispersed, not happy to see this inferior creature whenever their wondrous leader brought everyone together for a meeting in the leader's throne room. It was common to be referred to as such, one of the few humans with any rank and since humans, even dragoons, were considered to be lesser beings even if they were to pledge their eternal loyalty to the cause. The long blonde hair going down his back had a sheen rivaling the scales of most dragons, shaking his head and running three fingers through those silky soft follicles, "Come on B.K., you can't always have it your way....besides, the meeting JUST ended. Least give me a head start." joked the human dressed in Khakis and a red button shirt, being the only one not in armor among the high profile soldiers. B.K. was the nickname he gave to the dragon, since he was commonly known as the "Black Knight", which sounded a bit meh for him to say at times. Though it worked best to get on his nerves, best used when he said something rude for no reason or something of the sort.

His 6'5" was dwarfed by the 8 feet plus dragons, the one in particular was one of the best in the elite group of dragon warriors, Gold Class Knights. Though his armor was a warn looking set in a dark grey, almost black colored, the only thing visible to anyone and his victims were the eyes of death staring at them once their blades met their mark. Those horns were curved quite a bit, looking almost bull like as he stared him down, the room soon fully empty which the dragon cracked his knuckles, "I saw you eyeing Zan that whole time...do I have to remind you of your place?" Although it wasn't openly stated, it was known that Stefond had a massive love for scales, having joined not only because he thought dragoons were obligated to, but the scaled body was superior to anything else in the world.

Being General Gondwon's Plan C in terms of bedding didn't bother him in the least, having enjoyed teasing the dark armored dragon over Zan, "Hey, I was listening to every word he was saying Blagdan. And I know my place. It's on my knees in front of Zan~" That shit eating grin on his face was enough to anger the dragon to the point of clenching his fists, Stefond raising his hand and preparing for yet another confrontation before hearing a whistle coming from the exit. The two were caught by one of Lord Zan's right hand, the yellow scaled Admiral of the Air Defense Army, Wyggs. His majestic form made Stefond smile, the fills on his cheek making him quite exotic he thought. Blagdan quickly stood up straight and saluted the Admiral, the medals on his blue formal vest a tribute to his amazing work over the years, keeping those wings tucked close in his back, "Must you two squabble each time Zan assembles us together? You would think with today's training, you would be more inclined to get dinner than to duel."

Stefond merely shook his head and nodded, making his way to the exit for some grub, "I wanted to eat, then Mr. Brooding stopped me. Can't wait to see what the chefs cooked up tonight!" It was exciting to get a dragon sized plate of food, Blagdan grumbling and relaxing his balled up fists, "That dirty...ugh. Apologies Admiral. I'll make my way to the mess hall after I get cleaned up." replied the dragon who was actually more sore than he let on, Wyggs acknowledging this and letting himself out. The armored dragon made his way to his room, needing to get out of that sweaty armor and wipe it clean. Tomorrow was a special training day and he was going to need a clean set of armor for this. It was hard to focus with his mind in various places, having caught a glimpse of his biggest crush half naked, with a bulge that was nearly made him faint. His leader Lord Zanrath claimed to be descended from the gods, and his body was indeed godly, with such powerful pecs, handsome face and a voice that could make you orgasm by simply listening.

Under that heavy armor, the dragon was a pale green, a faded color from being in the armor so much and rarely if ever showing his face. It was for good reason, due to a scar over his right eye which he preferred not to talk about. He normally would take his showers when no one was around, knowing to lock the doors to the showers for good reason. With a red towel over his shoulder, he took the 5-minute walk to the showers, the most cherished warriors having their own room in the palace but private showers were reserved for the highest ranked dragons. It was not allowed to lock the showers from the inside since hogging the showers was enough to get yourself written up. However hungry dragons tend to take their time stuffing their faces, walking down several floors until reaching the shower and pool area. The double doors were promptly locked and he had about 15 minutes to do what he had to do.

The showers were built like the ones at a gym, having several stalls for dragons to shower with privacy, a bench in the middle to leave your towels and the like. Aside from that, it was pretty minimalistic, lights in the middle of the ceiling and the cold blue tiles covering the floor and walls. The stalls were a little annoying because they were barely able to accommodate dragons unless their wings were fully closed, and those with exceptionally large wings were assed out and had to use the few showers without privacy stalls. There was a wall in front of the entrance to prevent any on lookers from taking a peek, the green dragon letting out a sigh of relief in being alone and getting his thoughts to where he wanted to.

He shut his eyes and put a claw to his upper body, circling around his chest ever so erotically, having put his towel on the bench and sitting on it while beginning to breathe slowly. His imagination took him to a scenario he had hoped would happen someday, where he would be called to Zanrath's private quarters for the promotion of his dreams. Being up there with the best of them was something he had hoped to accomplish, forwarding dragon kind under the leadership of the most perfect of all dragons. Every soldier in his armies all worked towards that goal, but Blagdan had other more personal goals. His mouth drooled thinking about being his lordship's personal sex slave, wanting to be used, and obey his every command, his breathing starting to intensify along with the temperature build up between his legs.

Just a small nub poking out from his hard to notice slit, the pink flesh soon rising from the grave, "I've monitored your progress. Blagdan, you've exceeded my expectations." His imagination was now going full steam ahead, thinking about the praise he'd get for his hard work and the "benefits" he'd get from being promoted. Both wings widened once 5 inches had properly emerged from the slick slit, grasping it gently and starting to stroke himself, his mind fast forwarding his scenario to the bedroom where he'd be carried by Zan himself, the thought of that dragon---"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY BLAGDAN!" A thought that was shattered by the loud obnoxious knocking, making him fall off the thin bench and face plant onto the tile. That parasite of a hairless monkey had it out for him he thought, this being the 4th night this week he had interrupted his fun, "Y-you damn dirty ape! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO SHOWER?!"

Being denied his personal time was beyond aggravating, wrapping the towel around his waist and going to the door. There that annoying human was waiting, holding a big plate of food, his personal favorite at that, T-bone steak with grilled onions, peppers, sliced ham and some bacon, a completely delicious meaty dish with just a very modest bit of vegetables that complement each bite. Only for a moment did the smell of that food distracted him, wiping his mouth before any drool was visible, "Why are you here Stefond? I told you to get lost!" growled the cock blocked dragon, the human holding up the plate so he could get a better whiff, "I'm just doing my job as the messenger boy. Letting you know that it's your favorite today! Lots and lots of meat. Meat that you can put in your mouth with flavor to savor."

There was something behind the way he said that, Blagdan's stomach starting to growl, then just swiping the plate from the human, "Don't bother me again! Make like a tree and stay the hell away from me." threatened the dragon, walking past him and pushing him aside with his hip. Stefond was nearly knocked over, grinning from cheek to cheek as it seemed the dragon had not noticed the most obvious thing. A large tent pitched with the towel, seeing him walk off and that towel sway left and right, "It's make like a tree and Leaf! Enjoy your dinner!" That correction got him a grumble in response, seeing him turn the corner to the stairs. Stopping his fun was easier than he expected, having walked to the shower one evening for a late night cleaning and found it locked. Luckily he was good at lock picking, using a knife get the door unlocked and peeked in, wondering who had locked it from the inside.

Inside the showers was a rather glorious view, that green dragon Blagdan stroking himself furiously, muttering Zan's name. Of course a pervert like Blagdan wouldn't leave his other hand lonely, sticking them under his tail with such passionate and lewd moans, making the human nearly fall over as it was the first time he'd seen him completely bare. He was always in that armor, always training and rather introverted compared to the rest of the group. All Stefond knew is that he wanted to be the best, seeing him rise in the ranks in such a short time. Even Stefond who was with Zan for some time was already outclassed in raw physical power, not caring much because he knew that as a human, he was inferior to dragons in every way. The fact that Zan even allowed the honor of letting him serve the Union was enough to bring him to tears, getting the benefit of the scaled eye candy to boot.

Later that evening, a satisfied Blagdan gave a hearty burp upon finishing his meal, his room simple as it only had a bed with a minimal metal frame, a weapons chest for caring for his blades, and one 10 x 4 closet for his armor and formal wear. There was no rug, no special design on the walls, just a small window that allowed light in. There was also a small wooden table in the center of the square room, the cold grey stone floor and walls was pretty drab over all, not that anyone would complain over it considering it was simply a place for solidarity and privacy. It took most of the evening but his armor was clean, sterilized and ready for another day's worth of sweat, the empty bowl and such left on the center table while the dragon tapped his chin with his tail. Due to the interference of that blasted human earlier, he had to sneak to the showers after everyone was done and was unable to get dirty while getting clean.

Blagdan was resting in bed, thinking on today's training, what to improve on and how to improve it. Training was intense and even on his days off he squeezed in a little extra, wondering on how to improve his dashing and running time, "My time today was not optimal. Grrr....Lord Zanrath will never notice me like this! I have to get better...." He's been able to move fast enough to sneak up behind his targets, but Zanrath has shown to be leagues above him when the rare times where he personally trains the Gold Class Knights. Hell he was fortunate enough to end up on his ass by Zanrath himself personally, being knocked back after volunteering to face him one on one. It didn't last long, being left on his back on the grass and nearly drooling at the view of the full armored Zanrath from below.

Eventually he dozed off, his lower half covered by a thin blanket with his wings tucked against his back. Beds for dragons had to be made with those in mind, the mattress being made of tougher fibers so those with tough wings would not cut into their beds. The sleeping dragon had his arm off of the bed, snoring loudly with his head leaning to the side, being more tired than he realized from his training. So tired that he did not notice the door being fiddled with, along with the near silent footsteps of someone entering his locked door. The moon was out and high in the sky, the only thing illuminating the room and giving the dim bit of vision for the intruder, "Hmm...four days should be enough...now let's see how much this dragon has "collected" in his horde."

Lewd thoughts were racing through this intruder's mind, shutting the door carefully and locking it, like a spider he made his way silently while low to the ground. Seems that Stefond was taking advantage of the fact that his room was a few doors down, popping in to check on one of his favorite dragons regardless of what said dragon thought about him. The fact that he was more hostile than even Gondwon at times made him even more handsome in his eyes, sitting up on his knees on the end of the large bed. That blanket was quite thin, not being time to switch to the heavier set used in winter. Like a thief, he slipped his head under the covers, gently moving the asleep dragon's legs apart enough so that his upper half can slip in between. It was a bit hard to tell when he was close to the prize, the moonlight doing little while under the covers, though the scent of scale and musk building under the blanket was a nice touch.

He had to avoid touching his thighs too much, needing to focus on less touching or he'd be prone to waking up. Blagdan was a deep sleeper, having slept through Gondwon yelling at him for being late for training. Those muscular arms slammed on his door repeatedly until his fist punched through it and turned it to a pile of splinters, not tolerating lateness under his watch. Being that hard to wake up made him the laughing stock for a bit, before he shut everyone up by outperforming everyone at that year's evaluations. How could you not want a dragon who strived to be better than anyone else, a dragon who wanted to be like his hero Zanrath, who was already the pinnacle of dragon kind. Stefond noticed this the first day his green-blue eyes gazed at that armored dragon's form, even more so catching him naked the first time.

Finally, he had reached the promised land, gently pressing his nose against the softer scales covering his slit. The green dragon shuddered a bit, shifting a bit and curling his toes for a moment, Stefond remaining still for the moment until he settled down. After about a minute of waiting, he went back to the prize at hand, pressing his face against that slit once again. This time however, he was greeted by the tip of that hot slimy dragon cock, letting out a grunt of surprise since he hadn't expected that so soon. At least let him orally convince that cock in coming out first, figuring that her was so pent up that a wet dream was on the mind tonight. Blagdan was continuing the thoughts he had earlier, dreaming about being in Zarate's bedroom and sitting on his bed.

Lord Zanrath was godlike with those heavenly pearly white scales and perfectly large ribbed horns which he also had a pair coming out the bottom side of his head, something that almost no other dragon has. Horns were an important sign of virility among dragon kind, the lord having that large chiseled snout and red eyes gazing at him while both of their clothing were tossed aside. Gondwon was a brute in his opinion, finding that dragon to be more on the ugly Neanderthal side. Not like Zan, his muscular pecs, biceps, everything about him was just perfect, drooling at the sight of those gray underbelly scales which trailed down to that magical place, "As a bonus for becoming my new General..." That slight growl in his voice nearly made the green dragon faint, Zanrath's own erection already starting to peek through.

Oh the dragon gods were blessing him with this honor, all of that hard work paying off with his mouth eager to get his lips around that succulent cock, seeing it still grow and rise even as he walked towards him. Blagdan's tongue wanted to coil, lick, press and jerk him off for days straight, Zanrath's tall form casting a shadow over him. The drool going down his snout overflowed, feeling the heat radiating from that vein paved cock, his hands ready to grasp the throbbing tower of dragon hood inches away from his snout. Suddenly his body froze up, the nerves in his cock sending signals to his brain which forced him to fall back with a gasp and a loud moan. Without reason his cock shifted to maximum overdrive, the burst of climatic pleasure making him grip the bed, the mattress being torn by those sharp claws digging and cutting in.

A generous amount of semen was shot out onto his chest and thighs, the formally eager Zanrath having a disappointed look on his face, even more so at the pitiful display in front of him, "...We have not started yet you already finished? You are not fit to be my right hand man Blagdan!" That growl of displeasure made even the panting Blagdan jump, seeing his idol walk away in disgust. Before he could call back, his dream came to an end, giving a wince and opening his eyes wide. The cold sweat going down his snout was visible in the moonlight, realizing that he felt a little too hot. In fact, he felt something between his legs, realizing that his dream was not so much of a dream after all, arching his back from that mess being shot out, needing to be quiet at this hour since the halls would echo almost anything with the deadly night silence. It was then that he realized who was behind this, only one person in the entire floor who was small enough to make a bump that small in a dragon's bed.

Stefond had been busy while the dragon slept, putting his lips over the growing cock and letting it expand in his mouth. His tongue toyed with the tip, the roof of his mouth soon getting the shaft dragging along it. Both hands carefully rubbed at that dragon's toned thighs, feeling his body shudder and breathing increase in speed. It was starting to get difficult by the time it had grown to 7 inches, feeling the tip being forced down his throat with that happy tongue gliding over the bulging veins on the underside, "Mmmph...he has a fresh musk to him...is he a virgin?...oh god that's hot if he is." thought the horny Stefond, having trouble now handling the still growing member. Blagdan's body shuddered with delight, his unconscious body enjoying that human mouth and tight throat.

There was already a foot worth of dragon meat out and no sign of stopping, having to pull up a bit since his mouth couldn't handle it properly. The blanket began to feel stuffy and hot, bobbing himself up and down that slimy slick dragon hood. Being an asshole and interrupting his fun was going to be well worth it, hearing faint sounds of grunting and rapid breathing, wondering now if this much stimulation was enough to wake him. By this point, being 9 inches deep throating that almost 1.5-foot-long pole is worth any possible punishment. His lower hand began stroking him off as well, the free hand massaging that toned scaled thigh, not caring anymore Blagdan threw him out. Least he could brag making his body hard and wanting, giving a muffled grunt as that climax was finally let out.

If this was four days' worth of not touching, he'd be afraid to find out what Blagdan would do with a week's worth of blue internal balls. Gulping the first squirt was easy enough, though it became apparent that he may not be able to handle the black knight's spunk after all, pulling his head back a bit to give him some room, before being stopped in his tracks. That dragon body arched itself with a low growl, a hand gripping Stefond's head and determined to keep him there, his mouth filling up and puffing out with that gooey salty semen, to the point where it became coming out of his nose. This was nothing new for him yet he had hoped to avoid this, considering the possibility now that Blagdan had awakened. He got a moment's reprieve once that cumming "came" to an end, gulping down what felt like a stomach's worth of dragon sperm, the grip on his head letting go once he heard a content growl coming from Blagdan's "sleeping body.

This was quite embarrassing but still worth it thought Stefond, carefully lifting himself up to lift the covers off from both of them to check if he'd be knocked out or slip free undetected. A wrist moved to wipe his nose and upper lip clean, seeing that the green dragon was still snoring away, a sigh of relief being given mentally. Blagdan knew it! That filthy human defiled his cock with his inferior mouth, a mouth that made him cum like no other to date....making his hands pale in comparison even when in his deepest fantasies. He was tempted to give that human a piece of his mind, immediately realizing that if he were to make a loud fuss, the other dragons would once again laugh at him for letting a human sneak into his room.

Blagdan was not known for his stealth, rather for his heartless and efficient method of killing his targets and even any witnesses, be it man, woman or child. Cleaning up his post mission messes did get tiresome at times for the cover up unit, his Halberd slicing through bone, sinew and the screams of his victims. But anything with a human getting the better of him would leave a worse mark on his pride more than anything, so he thought. Hopefully he had gotten his fill and will return to his room, shivering with a low grunt feeling his still hard spire being gripped and stroked yet again, "Grrr...he's still toying with me...!?" His body couldn't resist flinching at the sensation of this human straddling his hips, hearing that intense breathing and grinding that tight ass along the semen slicked shaft.

He'd been with a few partners but they were few and far in-between, no one in his unit remotely coming close to the perfection that is lord Zanrath, on top of his personality being very distant and such not appealing for any dragon to even try. Was he really going to just let this ape have his way with his body, the dislike of that foul inferior creature butting heads with the lust and libido half of his mind. All work and no play made Blagdan a pent up dragon, and being pent up without a method to relieve yourself was awful. His teeth clenched tight, timing running out for the dragon who felt that his dignity was on the line. Blagdan's mind and body were fighting each other, punching and clawing at each other's faces to the sound of Stefond grunting and gasping softly having the space between his cheeks slicked by this dragon's well-endowed member.

Those times that he had been with someone, it was him on the receiving him, his tail hole stretched by true dragons who had their way with him. Only after he laid his eyes on Lord Zanrath during a recruiting drive is where he made his up mind. No other dragon is worthy of his time but that god in mortal scales, already having been a fine warrior in his own right. Once he became a full on warrior, he had been shown how much potential would've been wasted back home, his goal within arm's reach with how much he had grown. Suddenly it hit him as Stefond put a hand on his toned chest, the human relaxing himself and sitting himself down slowly with the tip letting itself into him, clenching his teeth with a low gasp. Maybe this was another test on his road to being a true dragon like Zanrath, his speech on how non dragons were only useful for paving the ground of their road to a true dragon world.

Stefond was incredibly loyal to dragons, the fact that he is basically throwing himself onto him showed how irresistible he was for his superior body and form. Zanrath would put the human in his place and remind Stefond that he is only here to serve him in mind, body and soul, coming to the consensus that it would only violate his dignity if he allowed this human to think it was all about his pleasure. No inferior being has the right to do that to their masters, Stefond trying to get himself adjusted before getting his thighs gripped, a firm grip with the tips of his nails digging into his soft flesh, "!?....Bl--baahh...!..." For a moment he thought he was awake, those eyes of his still closed and hearing the faint sound of snoring.

His eyes twitched feeling that dragon hood being forced into him, being pulled down full force without any time to properly adjust. There was a good bit of pain coupled with that prostate pleasure, stretched like a kid playing with a rubber band. The moonlight reflected the bit of tears going down his face, his teeth biting into his lower lip to keep himself from yelping, "Nnnngghh......So full..." Dragons were known for being well endowed perfect partners, the dick up his ass being smaller than Gondwon's, yet it had been sometime since that Purple Scaled Terror called him for any time in bed. Stefond was after all, the Plan C in sexual hierarchy, the lowest form and last resort for him to use to get his rocks off. While not being called on, he made sure to practice with special "toys" and the best lube money can buy, though toys tend to lose their luster when you're around the company and musk of dragon males and females every day.

Holy god damn was that hole tight, expected of a smaller creature yet not to this caliber. That claw grip squeeze at the near base was as if the blood was being cut off, needing to help this stupid human relax so his cock could breathe. Gently he circled the impaled human around, taking a deep breath along with letting his tongue flop out once that pucker loosened up, his chest being pushed against Stefond who was acclimating dealing with a dragon's member once again. The lack of it was driving him wild and picking one was never an easy job, always preferring the cream of the crop dragons. That is how Blagdan fell onto his radar, the only hiccup in his plan to hook up was his more than usual distaste in humans, almost as bad as Zan's. Yet it felt almost forced at times, coming off as cute at times when he told him to get lost and whatnot, thinking that maybe he could get a chance through nonconventional methods, "Huff...is he really asleep?..he's...getting me accustomed..." wondered the confused human, letting himself relax and let up on the tight squeeze.

Blagdan's heart was racing fast, Stefond's palms feeling the elevated heartbeat and sweat coating that scaled form. The dragon was enjoying it, obviously, his hands shifting from lap to butt, more than large enough to properly grasp smooth human booty. This hairless ape was a bit lacking in the rump department but it was good enough to grasp for that ass to start getting wrecked. The bed squeaked, shook and rocked under the human riding Blagdan, Stefond's nails scratching along the dragon's chest, the tips grinding against those tough scales. For a moment, the two had forgotten that it was late and let the symphony of sex fill the room, claws digging into that flesh and leaving a few marks on the inferior male for good measure, as that is what a proper dragon would do.

After a good 10 minutes of hard riding, Blagdan felt that tight clench, followed by a wince of pleasure and light splattering on his snout. Warm musky goo flowing between his nostrils, a bittersweet feeling that his dick made the chimp cum, but the other was that his inferior semen had landed right on his face, something reserved for the best dragons only. His tongue didn't seem to care, the human enjoying the sight of that slick organ slipping out around his snout and chin. To his taste buds, cum was cum, even if the flavor was rather off, it was still satisfying and he took a moment to savor it. Stefond's lewd action would have consequences however, least in Blagdan's eyes it would be considered "punishment" for tainting his perfect body with imperfect semen.

Some would consider it inhumane for Stefond to have that tight ass pounded, especially so soon after his climax. For the human, that was common however, generally his own pleasure being disregarded considering he was the equivalent of a dragon's fuck toy, just what he wanted personally. It wasn't long after that with his ass in slight pain, Blagdan gave a low elongated hiss, thrusting in all he could into the sweating human cock sleeve to let out almost a week's worth of built up cum. For a moment, it felt like Stefond bit off more than he could chew, the geyser gushing that hot fertile dragon goo and filling the vacancy the human desperately wanted to change. A noticeable bulge in his stomach could be seen from the moonlight's shine, along with the dotted sweat on his bare shaved chest, utterly melting being filled so fiercely, to the point where he could not contain that cum and some seeped onto the bed.

Six days without release really took a toll on Blagdan, with two good climaxes, it left him somewhat satisfied, having a stupid smile on his face. There was no way in hell he could say that it was just what he needed, the human leaning forward and laying right on him. There was such thing as too much pleasure, making him pass out in delight, "...Is he...ugh...too weak to move..." The dragon soon joined him in dreamland, snoozing off again, but this time with his body and mind perfectly satisfied. The morning sun came sooner than either of them expected, Stefond having moved to Blagdan's side and surprisingly being snuggled closely against him. If dragons had external parts, they'd be spooning nicely. On top of Stefond's head was the green dragon's snout, an arm around his stomach.

Stefond had awoke to the sound of birds chirping, wincing slightly as the pain in his ass was apparent. Though he didn't move from his position, rather liking how they were. Being abused and used is nice but it was also nice to just relax with a partner after a rough session, giving light yawn and wiggling his hips against the dragon's lap. Peaceful and pleasant were perfect words to describe it, the quiet cuddling being ruined by intense knocking. The only person to do that sort of banging was Gondwon, the door swinging open since Stefond left it unlocked when he entered, seeing the brutish Dragon General in his more formal wear and medals adorned on his wide chest holding a huge wooden bucket of water. The human gave a quick smile before the waterfall of water was dumped on them both, Blagdan flailing and knocking him and his one night stand onto the floor.

"Ugghh....agh!" This wasn't the first time he was woken like this, knowing who was responsible for it as he growled in anger, "Dammit Gondwon!!!" coughed the pale green dragon, wiping his eyes, feeling Stefond slip out from under him. General Gondwon laughed heartedly at the view, Stefond shaking his head like a dog to get the water from his hair, "I see you've finally taken to some ..."companionship".... with Stefond." The Black Knight was known for being an introvert and alone, this being quite a surprise, yet given how much of a scale slut Stefond was, perhaps it was only a matter of time. Gondwon was such a sarcastic asshole thought Blagdan, a bit embarrassed being caught red handed and bare scaled with the resident human. He folded his arms and huffed, turning away from the General who had no authority over him, "What?! No! Not at all!!!" denied the dragon with the obvious evidence in front of the general.

How mean thought Stefond, turning to the side and giving his red and bruised butt a playful slap at Blag's direction, "You're right! It was a whole lot more!" remarked a happy, satisfied and sore human, getting a loud roar of anger from that enraged dragon, "Silence Ape!" he ordered, turning his attention to the prick chuckling in front of him, "And what are you doing here General?" It was morning, but even his body's clock felt that it was too early, being tossed a towel by Stefond who helped himself to his private external closet. The large bucket was handed to the human, pointing to the window to remind him of the time, "It's 7:20am you lazy sack of scales!" Odd that he was being woken up at this time, considering that the alarm for Gold Knights wouldn't ring for another 40 minutes.

Drying scales barely took any time at all, Blag sitting on the edge of now wet bed with a sigh, "ugh....Debriefing isn't until 8:00!" retorted the somewhat exhausted dragon, seeing Gondwon shake his head, "Just figured that the Gold Class "finest" could use a special wake up call." That answer followed with that asshole grin was enough to rile up the green dragon, clenching a fist since the general was well aware that only Lord Zanrath had full authority over the Gold Class Knights, "Mark my words General, you and me are going to have a one on one after all of this!" Challenging the infamous "Purple Scaled Terror" took big internal balls, chuckling at that as he made his way out, "Idle threats is it? heh heh! Kiss your human friend goodbye and make yourself presentable. This briefing is of utmost importance."

Finally, he gave the true reason for his early entrance, having gone to fetch him on Zan's orders, which made sense. Running the Union kept him too busy to do much anything else, the wet towel being taken by Stefond, along with the sheets they ruined, all being stuffed into the wooden bucket, "Well now. Seems you probably got a mission. You should be focused now after a night like that~" smirked that sassy human, seeing Blagdan stand up and point to the door, "G-get the hell out! A-and don't do that shit again! Or else!" That threat was hard to take seriously with his handsome fit naked scales pointing right at him, his eyes glancing down and seeing that this "angry" dragon's slit was slighty parted, grinning at him and being on his way, "Right right. So sooooooooooorry B.K."

That snarky attitude made Blagdan give chase for a few seconds, just enough to scare him off, and for him to quickly get a shower and into his armor. It was going to be close, the energy he had from being satisfied helped him focus harder on his training, enough for Gondwon to omit his earlier failure of showing up on time. About two weeks later, after completing a big mission, he had returned with a sore body and a higher body count, happy to be back for some personal time at last. There was no moon out this time, and since the showers were closed, all he had was himself, and his bed. To his bad luck however, he had forgotten to fill the oil in his lantern, meaning that it was almost pitch black in his room. Jacking off in complete darkness was not his cup of tea, deciding to take care of his fun in the morning.

As he began to drift off to bed, he heard his door open, very quietly but the low squeak was enough to get his attention, "?..." he was about to get up and check out who would dare enter his room, a warm hand on his thigh making him shudder as his bed shifted with the weight of another. It seemed that he was being visited once again, his eyes being closed shut to feign his sleep, grinning to himself with Stefond once again wanting to give his body as "tribute" to the dragon, "Mmm...seems he did not heed my warning. Guess he can't resist my scales." thought Blagdan, planning on not going as easy as he was the first time this human wanted to ride a dragon.