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It had been roughly three days since Dane's abduction from his hometown by the dragon queen of Mithril Mountain, and somehow, each day was less exciting than the last. Despite the blurry memory of his capture, he was given a lavish, homely room. Everything was professionally made with initials of craftsmen from his hometown, but most notably, the dressers and drawers around the room were filled with garments in his size. At the first, the clothing coincidence was a touch unsettling, but every question he asked was answered without hesitation.

From what he managed to ascertain, his abduction wasn't malicious, but there was certainly a reason for it. The king of Mithril Mountain wanted a word with him on his own terms. Supposedly, it had something to do with the well-being of his family, his queen, Serra, and their three daughters, who were the only others within the mountain. He never quite managed to figure out what the dragon king wanted, and never directly saw or heard from him. However, at the all-too-familiar sound of claws against stone, he could tell that answers were on their way.

*

The invitation came in the claws of the king's most bubbly daughter, a dragoness of seven or 7 feet with ample breasts and toned thighs. Her body was a light and shiny, two-toned lavender, but her body had a pattern of bubbles all over it, shiny, deep blue circles all over her body. Her body matched her personality well, as did her name-- Lilac. She pushed into the room without knocking, smiling as she lifted the stamped envelope with only a name on it, his.

“IIIII've got something for youuuuuuu," She spoke in a singsong voice, light and bouncy as her tail whipped this way and that. She twirled once when she reached the middle of the room, unfurling her wings to reveal a golden underside, then once more when she reached the bed. “Watch your head!"

Dane barely managed to lean back in time for her wings to pass over him. He laid back with an amused chuckle as he glanced over her body, but focused on the letter. “Is...that the king's handwriting?"

His name had very been clearly written in ink, but he could see the indents on the paper from both sides. From afar, he could even see how scratchy his name was written, though it looked like calligraphy from an art show.

“Of course." Lilac folded her unfurled wings behind her back before spinning around once more and plopping down next to him. “Daddy hasn't forgotten about you, you know." She handed over the letter a moment later and Dane crossed his legs on the bed, holding it out so she could read it as well.

“Let's see…" Dane's voice trailed off as he opened the envelope and tossed it aside, unfolding the letter inside before taking a breath. He mumbled the contents with a head-tilt every now and then. The king requested a meeting between the two of them after having dinner and conversation alone. He confirmed that the meeting was a matter of his family's well-being and that Dane's assistance would be paid for handsomely. “What do you think it is? That he wants, I mean."

Lilac swiped the letter from Dane using her tail, putting a hole through the page and lifting it up to read it away from Dane's grip. “I dunno, but I hope everything works out. I've never lived around humans before...I think I like them." She smiled, almost a little cluelessly before handing the note back. Dane returned her laughter with his own before tossing the letter aside.

“I hope it works out too, it's not quite what I'm used to, but your mom's cooking is surprisingly human." He smiled. “And your whole family is fun to be around."

Lilac giggled and ruffled Dane's long, disheveled hair with her claws before standing up and whisking herself out of the room with graceful, though sudden movements. “Thanks, Dane. Good luck!"

Dane waved her off before falling back again and looking up to the ceiling. Admittedly, he was a little nervous, but dinner was only a couple hours away, and the last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself in the middle of such a lucrative job offer…

***

The initial meeting started with silence as the pair sized each other up. King Crys stood at least two feet taller than his youngest three daughters and a full foot taller than his oldest, standing at a solid 9 feet tall. His arms, legs, and chest were built, but not overrun with muscles and his gaze was stern. Golden eyes, and rainbowy, black scales tied up the rest of his appearance.

All the while, the king glared down at Dane without a word. At first, he looked confused, crossing his arms and tapping his foot expectantly, as though he were looking for something more. Suddenly, he chuckled and shook his head.

“Welcome, Dane." The king's voice was much more smooth than his appearance let on, almost intoxicating. “You'll have to forgive me for your wait. I do, however, trust that my mate and daughters, who I've assume you've grown familiar with, took good care of you."

“Thank you." The king turned away and motioned Dane to follow with a flick of his tail. “I must admit, I was a little worried here and there, but your family made my stay rather enjoyable."

Crys led Dane to a small chamber with a primitive looking stove made of stone alongside a pair of chairs and a table with dragon king-sized portions on it. The room was a touch too warm and smelled of expensive meat and cheeses.

“Worried?" the king chuckled heartily, motioning Dane to a chair until he decided to sit down. As he spoke, he made his way toward the stove and knelt down, towering over the structure. “You're not here for no reason, Dane. I've heard tales of you and your...mishaps from all over."

“Mishaps?" Dane placed an elbow on the table and rested his head in the palm of a hand. Suddenly, he looked interested, and a little too snarky for his own good. “What have you heard exactly?"

The king chuckled. “Many things…" His voice trailed off as he opened the stove to retrieve a steaming pot. He brought it over to the table and set it down before dipping a claw into it and swirling it around. “For example, I've heard that you somehow, accidentally found yourself between the legs of the werewolf queen in the south. I've also happened to hear that you were found in the western dragon king's bed. Except that he was on his knees."

“Oh my…" Dane chuckled and waved off Crys's words with a hand. “You've heard quite a few things, haven't you?"

The king lifted his claw from the pot and it dripped of a thick, white goo, some sort of cheesy gravy. “My brother, an eastern dragon, told me how adorable that scream is of yours, and I must admit...I've grown rather curious myself."

Dane burst into laughter, “so...you brought me here to fuck?"

Crys shook his head. “Close, but not quite. You've met my three daughters, correct?"

“I have." Dane looked around the table at all of the delicious food, but didn't reach for a single item.

“Good, that'll make this easy then." Crys took a small breath. “Unlike other dragons, I've lived in this mountain with only my family and no others for as long as I can remember. My mate and I lived thorough, enjoyably youths...however, it seems that my daughters have been sheltered for far too long. They're knowledgeable for their age, but they've no life experiences and they're all past the age to begin searching for a mate…"

King Crys went on to tell about the way dragons congregated a few times a year and reputations were built or destroyed by trivial mannerisms and qualities of individuals. He spoke of an entire clan of dragons that was alienated because their leader was known to steal from the weaker and less fortunate. Afterward, he crossed his arms.

“Dane, you were not easy to track, and tales of your lays span the continent. I want you to give my daughters the experience that other young dragoness have around their age. Though you may not understand, for my kind, reputation is everything, and I am willing to pay regardless of the cost."

For a long while, Dane was completely silent, then he burst into laughter once more. “You're right that I don't understand...even so, there's no way I'm passing something like that up. Do they know about your...plan for them?"

The king picked himself up and started around the table. “Not yet, but after we seal our agreement, I'll speak with them next. I'm sure Skye will be excited, she finds humans rather interesting."

Dane immediately noted the king beginning to approach and stood up, taking a step back, but before he could slip out of reach, Crys snatched up his collar. “Damn!" He chuckled. “I don't suppose you're trying to seal this with a signature of some sort."

Crys knelt down and pulled Dane close with a wide grin, his eyes teeming with lust. “Given that you'll be considered part of the family soon, I'd prefer to seal our deal in a more personal manner."

Dane barely managed a breath as Crys pulled him in, spreading his wings to further impose his powerful presence as he pressed his lips against Dane's turning his head and slipping his tongue inside. Dane groaned and pulled back, but only for a moment as Crys sucked the breath out of him. The dragon king pulled back, but only long enough to catch a breath, then he pulled Dane closer.

The man squirmed in the dragon's grip, his eyes glazing over as his knees grew weak and his pants became tighter and tighter, but he didn't fight back, at least, not anymore. Crys's tail snaked up Dane's leg and took the place of his hands, holding Dane in place as he lowered his claws to Dane's pants. A string of saliva connected their lips as Crys's claws fumbled around Dane's belt and button, eventually tearing the belt in half and shredding the button away from Dane's pants.

“Nngh…" Crys grunted, gasping with an open mouth as he looked to Dane with mild irritation. “Fuck." His own cock had pushed past his genital slit and firmly throbbed between his legs, the fleshy reddened member twitching feverishly, as precum balled near the tip. It shot out in a powerful spurt just after Dane's pants fell to his ankles.

The dragon's eyes widened as he looked down to Dane's cock, slowly lifting a hand and taking hold of it. Dane grunted loud, sucking his teeth and curling his toes as Crys felt around it. At first, he just wanted to know whether it was real or not, but after holding it in his claws for so long, his mind began to wonder other things.

“Impressive…" the king purred, softly stroking the hardened cock until just like his own, Dane's precum made a messy splurt onto his chest. “Very impressive…"

Dane smirked, giving his hips a small thrust into the king's palm. “If you think that's impressive, why don't you let me go so I can show you what I can do to your throat?"

The king chuckled. “I'll pass, for now...but as long as you've mentioned it…" He used his tail alone to pull Dane down to his knees while he stood up tall, his cock looming above Dane's face. Precum continued to drool from his tip, down the underside of his cock before dripping onto Dane's face in messy fashion. “I trust you've enough insight to know where this is going next...so you'd best lube it up real good…"

For a long while, Dane gazed up at the imposing thing, watching it subtly throb as it flicked precum over his face. Even for a dragon, the king was fairly well-endowed, and the shape of his cock was unlike unique even amongst dragons. The head was flared and its sides were covered in fleshy looking spines.

“Nervous?" The king reached down to Dane's chin, forcing a claw into his mouth before pulling his mouth open. He pressed his cock to Dane's lips until the tip fit between his teeth. Dane grunts were music to his ears, and Dane's breath sent shivers down his spine. “Don't be, I've heard what you can do with your tongue…"

Dane tilted his head every now and again, his teeth scraping against the hot, throbbing member as he tried to get comfortable. It took some time, and by the time he managed to fit as much as he could in his mouth, his clothes and chin were messy with the king's excitement, but he couldn't help but smirk. Being told what to do certainly wasn't amongst his favorite things when it came to mating...but showing off was another story.

The King's hands firmly gripped the sides of Dane's face, a drunken smirk corrupt with power painted over his face. He braced himself for a thrust, knowing that the whole thing couldn't possibly fit, but because he could open his mouth to speak, he felt Dane grip his tail. The human's strength was abnormally high, and the sting in his tail left him to grunt, but he continued to grin.

Suddenly, he felt Dane's lips close around him, and the human's tongue feel and embrace as much of the thing as it could. Dane's head began to move back and forth, up and down against his grip, bobbing on his cock and taking as much as he could to the mouth. Crys lifted his tail and took it to the table for a knife, using it to shred Dane's shirt. He panted with an open mouth, drool seeping from the sides of his mouth and onto his chest as Dane diligently went to work.

“D-Damn…" The sound of Dane suckling on his cock echoed about the small chamber, and the feeling that accompanied the session was amongst the best thing he'd ever felt. His own queen wasn't that experienced.

Crys carefully worked his thighs, pushing forward until Dane would gag, then he'd pull back. Eventually, Dane's gags went silent, and even more of his cock slipped into Dane's mouth as his tip and head pushed into Dane's throat. The king chortled as his cock throbbed and his tail tossed away the knife to rewrap around Dane's body, squeezing his cock tight, slowly stroking it.

The session seemed to last for hours, but Dane didn't complain or say a word, even as the King nearly managed to stuff his entire cock inside. It was only afterward that the King's stance began to waver and his knees felt heavy. He pulled back, liberating his cock from Dane's throat, pulling just enough for Dane to reel back, gasping loud. That was when the cave-trembling roar came, as did the king. The thick, musky scent of a proud dragon was washed away by the thick, almost smoky scent of the king's orgasm, painting Dane's face and chest, even as he turned away.

Dane fell to his hands and knees, but he could almost hear the king approach, opening his mouth wide and raising his head for the King to decorate. It spattered his face and his tongue, and he swallowed whenever permitted, the brief, burning sensation of the steamy orgasm dulling only moments after contact, leaving Dane with a warm, sticky, white blanket over his face.

“Ah…" Crys barely managed to catch his breath as his orgasm drew to an ending and Dane leaned forward, panting just as hard. As he began to look back up to Crys, the dragon king knelt down, his hands on Dane's shoulder before leaning in.

Crys's seed smeared between the two of their faces and bodies as once more, Crys planted a deep on Dane, gasping his name with a faded expression. Everything about him, from his throbbing cock, to that glazed over look in his eyes was just for Dane, and he knew it.

“You're better than I thought…" Crys panted, looking just as exhausted as Dane's throat felt.

Dane chuckled. “You haven't seen anything just yet. Bend over that table for me, it's my turn!"

The fire in Dane's voice was like a cool breeze, and a little inspiring, but Crys only burst into laughter. He spun Dane around and pushed him forward, keeping his arms bound tight at his sides as he lifted him up to his knees. He mounted the young man from behind, prodding his asshole with his cock, almost teasingly.

“You still haven't earned your keep yet…" Crys pushed forward and Dane's ass unwillingly split to allow him inside. Dane muffled a scream with his teeth and his tongue, gritting tight with shut eyes. “Now clench!"

Dane finally screamed out as Crys thrust forward, holding onto one of his hips with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. Only a moment later, with the dragon king half buried in his ass, came the cacophony the dining room's door opening and smashing against the wall behind it. There was silence, then a loud gasp, everything going blurry for Dane as he attempted to regain his bearings. All the while, Serra stood at the doorway, her eyes widened and her tail straight out.

Crys and his mate looked into each other's eyes for a long while, she didn't look shocked, but very clearly annoyed, almost expectant. She turned away with nothing more than a huff, leaving Dane to ache all over with her mate inside of him. She slammed the door behind her, hard, before Crys turned his attention back to Dane. He started to push in again until Dane began to chuckle.

“Looks to me like you'd best enjoy this while it lasts." Dane squirmed forward, attempting to get off of Crys's cock until the dragon held him in place.

Crys smirked. “Don't you worry, I will...and once my mate and I are finished making up, I'll enjoy it again and she can watch."

The dragon king roughly pushed forward, sending a spike of pain and pleasure through Dane's body. The boy grunted loud, but Crys didn't slow or stop, mounting him like his own dragoness, feverishly humping him with quickened, deep thrusts.

“You're tighter than I thought you'd be." Crys lifted his claws and smacked Dane's ass. The following yelp sounded even more beautiful than he imagined it would. “It's quite the trait for someone who's been knotted by a werewolf."

Dane attempted to kick back at Crys, huffing between his grunts. “F-unngh-fuck you."

Crys smacked his ass even harder, taking a breath of the scent of sex and sweat as he proudly leaned over his catch for the day. His thrusts became faster and harder as the throbbing of an oncoming orgasm returned. He grunted and stroked Dane beneath him, putting more weight and strength, leaving the room filled with echoes of their slapping bodies and their grunts.

Once again, Crys roared, but even louder than before, claiming dominance over his new visitor with a spread of his wings. He emptied his seed deep within Dane, thrusting even harder and faster, but before his mind went blank and his senses melded together, he could hear Dane scream too. The sound was far more feral than human, and far more prideful than modest, but the feel in his palm, the throbbing of Dane's cock was all the proof he needed of Dane's own pleasure.

Crys's orgasm leaked from Dane's ass as he thrust forward and pulled back, emptying himself with a deep sigh. His second orgasm was a great deal shorter than his first, but Dane continued to cum, and his trembling body fell limp in Crys's hand until he was finished, overflowing the dragon's palm and creating a mix of their seed on the floor. Crys gently kissed Dane's back before lifting him up and setting him down on his feet. Immediately, Dane's knees trembled before he fell to them with a grunt, looking over Crys with clenched teeth, feeling the dragon's hot seed spill from his rear to pool at his feet.

Dane opened his mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a deep sigh. Crys, on the other hand, stood up with almost no problem, wobbling from left to right before turning away and properly folding his wings behind his back.

“Feel free to move about my mountain as you please, and do not hesitate to ask for a ride down the mountain." Crys smirked. “Just don't be surprised if I ask you to pay back the favor afterward."

The king left without another word, closing the door behind himself as his member went flaccid and retreated back into his body. All the while, Dane closed his eyes and chuckled, the feeling slowly and surely returning to his butt and his legs. He'd be sure to pay back King Crys for any and all of his favors...but definitely not in the way he was thinking. Either way, by the end of the month, King Crys and the rest of his family would be screaming his name.