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"And don't you damn well forget it."

Ral'ek gulped. The bronze in front of him was way too close, and very, very aggressive.

"Y-yes sir. Your son will be taken care of, in any way possible."

"Good. That's what I expect, and that's what we'll get."

Ral'ek looked to the bronze drakes' mate for a bit of reassurance, but only found a cold stare.

"Let's go, and leave him to his tasks. We've our own to deal with." She shook her hide, a scale or two falling off from the effort.

"We do. Place isn't going to govern itself, and I doubt our vassals could get along without us."

It was a cold Fall evening, but the chill in Ral'eks bones wasn't because of the temperature. He'd heard about these two, but had never expected them to be so... aggressive and domineering. A job was a job though, and he had one to do. Still, it would be a lie to say that he wasn't relieved when they left. Hopefully their son would be... better in that regard. If not, then he was in for a rough time.

Still probably was, anyway.

Caves were a common home for dragons, but usually they spruced them up some. A few bits of furniture there, some rugs, perhaps some lamps. This place was a bit barren, overall. Only one or two lamps in the whole place. Not even magic sconces to hold light orbs, either. Claw markings aplenty though. One of them read a name.

Malek. And there was an arrow leading further into the home.

Ral'eks throat felt parched from the flight here, and even more so due to his nervousness. Still, it would be better to at least introduce himself. With as aggressive as his parents were, just wandering around the place would end up with a set of teeth around his neck, and an overly aggressive male on his back. Well. One of those would be true regardless. The pack on his side felt overfull, but... lube would be important.

Another wall carving, this time pointing into a room. This time, it had a proper divider, though it was merely a cloth curtain. It sounded a bit like the occupant was sleeping. All the same, he knocked.

"Hmm?" A questioning growl came from the room.

"_Fuck. Hope he isn't as bad as his parents..."_Ral'eks mind whirled with apprehension.

"Who's there? Come in, or leave. No one wants to be around a male in rut anyways..." The voice trailed off. Was that Malek?

"I-uh-.. I'm here to help. Your parents hired my services and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know what you guys do." The bronze was laying on a stack of furs that looked well-used. His tail thumped against the ground in an even pace.

"Well, my name is Ral'ek. And yours would be?"

A cold blue set of eyes stared at him from over the bronzes' shoulder. For as cold as they were, they looked more welcoming than his folks. That much was certain.

"Malek. Welcome to our home." He spat the last word, dismissive of it. "Come and talk a while."

"If you wish it." His throat could wait a while.

As anxious as he was, he padded into the room. The soft cloth felt cold for the moment it brushed against his scales. But, contrary to the rest of the cave, this room felt warm. Like its' inhabitant never left it. Ral'ek didn't impose by also laying on the furs, instead, he found a comfortable spot just in front of the male. Still, being that close gave him a good look at the imposing set of plated armor that was Maleks' scales. And the well-sharpened set of claws he had, too.

"So, what makes a guy like you come all the way out here to this shitstack?" His tongue flapped, but Ral'ek was too busy looking at his teeth.

"Money mostly. A bit of fun besides. An-"

Malek laughed.

"Fun? Coming out here and dealing with my folks is your idea of fun? You must be a real masochist." A smirk tugged at his muzzle.

Ral'ek sighed. "I wasn't expecting them to be so cold, to be honest with you. They have a rough exterior, but I'm sure they're fine people."

That smirk didn't go away as Malek waited his turn to speak.

"No. You'd be incorrect in that assessment. They act as they rule. They speak as they govern. Harshly, and with a spark of arrogance. You'd do well to remember that when dealing with them." Malek growled.

"And you? You left yourself out of the description." Ral'ek tensed the moment that smirk left.

"I think there could be a better way. But, right now, it's a bit difficult to see it when you're the first dragon, other than my parents, I've seen in months." Malek stated it plainly.

"So he is -or was- extremely lonely." Ral'ek thought, taking a few moments to speak further.

"A lack of social contact can cause some rough edges. But, speaking with others can definitely brighten your worldview a bit. Still, it's a strange practice your parents do. No dragon should be kept stuffed in their room in perpetuity."

"Whoever said I was kept prisoner in my room? I never leave because the only people I'll see are my folks. No one lives out here. It's too far north for my tastes, and I suspect many others as well. The only time I leave is when we go hunting. And... I suppose when I have gone hunting on my own as well." Malek stared holes into Ral'eks muzzle.

"That's a shame. Fresh air is good for the mind, and the body. You'd do well to get out more often. And, well, I suppose getting out of here would be a good second step too." Ral'ek moved his forepaw conversationally, and Maleks' eyes followed it.

"Of course it is, and, I plan to. Soon at that. Of course, I figured I'd take advantage of what little generosity my parents have and at least wait until my first rut. And then you flitted along and told me what I was already thinking." Malek chuckled warmly.

"Sorry if it seemed a little presumptuous. Just my take on things." Ral'ek looked away. Was that... a carved-out bookcase?

"What few people that do visit, they expect me to be a behavioral twin to my parents. And I'm glad to prove them wrong. Can't say I haven't picked up the rough exterior though. It's... a work in progress. Like the shelf?"

"It looks like it took a lot of effort to make."

"It did. A few weeks of carving. And besides, I got plenty of practice using the walls here, too." Those cold blue eyes were starting to look a lot more welcoming now, to Ral'ek.

"And they weren't upset with it?"

"No. To them, a cave is a utilitarian place to sleep, fuck, and eat in. What does it matter to them if someone leaves marks on the walls?"

"I suppose it wouldn't. Still, with that said... is there a lake nearby? My throat is parched from the flight here."

Ral'ek scrabbled back a bit as the larger bronze jumped to his paws. The resemblance to his sire was uncanny.

"Right thi- Sorry. When I do move, I tend to do it rather quickly. Please don't be scared." Maleks' voice turned from gravelly and growly to compassionate and apologizing in a split second.

"I -er- You look like your folks a lot. It spooked me a little bit. That and you're rather large."

"I take better care of my scales and hide though. Still, come along. You'll see that I'm not quite as bad. Can't say I haven't picked up a few bad habits though."

Ral'ek kept his muzzle shut, and followed the bronze. Plumbing in a place like this was a plus. Still, he wasn't relishing the idea of having to deal with Maleks' sire and his mate any time soon. All the same though, seeing the bronzes' tail sway side to side was hypnotizing in a way. And occasional peeks at his slit gave way to baser desires, too. But, they waited until his thirst was slaked first.

"Right pool is low, left pool is a bit better. Center of the two is for bathing an- Damn, you really were thirsty." Malek commented as Ral'ek filled his stomach with water, and eased the burning in his throat.

His earlier welcoming behavior still didn't stop the red drake from flinching as the other dragon drank alongside him. His eyes disappeared for a moment as closed them while gulping down easily as much water as Ral'ek had. Some of the ripples splashed against his chin as the bronze drank. He watched carefully. It wasn't until the other leaned against him did he realize that his caution was unnecessary.

"Apologies. I didn't realize that I had gotten thirsty as well. Are you feeling well? You look like you've seen your ancestors." Malek questioned him as he stared at the bronze.

"Getting used to being around a larger dragon, mostly. Brain still thinks you're someone else, as well. Amongst... other parts." Truth be told, Ral'ek was a bit embarrassed.

"That's fine. Let's do something I know my sire wouldn't indulge in, to banish that thought immediately."

Ral'ek was about to open his muzzle and ask, but the wind was knocked out of him as the bronze gave him a shove. Right into the cold water, causing a loud splash. The pool wasn't deep enough to cover him, but it didn't stop him from plunging under for a brief moment. He came back up just in time to see Malek wade in.

"Aaaah. Isn't a cold bath refreshing?"

This bronze had to have lost his damn mind. Ral'ek shivered.

"I-it's super cold." Ral'eks' teeth chattered as he spoke.

"Bit too cold for your liking? Well, stay long enough to get clean, and I'll help you warm up afterwards. I've a spare pile of furs you can use. And, since my room is warmer, you can stay in there as well."

Ral'ek didn't bother to inquire further as the dragon nipped at his neck. A twinge of pain, and then the noise of Malek spitting out a scale. The red looked at him with an unbelieving, incredulous look. Grooming was something mates did, an- Oh. Wait a minute.

"Are you sure you want to be putting out that kind of signal? I know you are, or are going into rut, but-"

"I know what I'm doing. Don't have a preference either way for males or females, but I figure since you're rather uncomfortable here, I do what I can to make you welcome. Allow me this." His voice was absent its' usual low growling. It was a request, and one with minimal strings attached.

Ral'ek didn't protest. The bronze was right. It would make him more comfortable, and it'd give the shut-in drake a bit of practice with how he felt about it as well. It was an agreeable compromise... Even if the bronze ended up yanking off a few perfectly healthy scales, he got at least as many dead ones as well.

"Ach. Just get the ones with grey flecks and edges." Ral'ek commented.

"Hurts a little more when I yank those? Some of these though, they look-" He interrupted himself with a quick nip, and another scale popped off. "borderline awful."

"I usually like to wait until they're clearly dead before removing them, but it's mostly personal preference. Prefer a full coat, over a bright coat with missing spots."

"Ah. Well, those are all I can notice." The water splashed against his chest scales as the larger bronze moved.

"Would you like me to pick at a few of yours, as well?" Ral'ek asked.

"Nah. We've spent long enough in here already. Weren't you freezing cold just moments ago?"

Well. The water was cold, but having the bronze with him, leaning on him in the water had warmed Ral'ek significantly. It was its' own kind of enjoyable. Freezing, shiveringly cold, but part of him was soothingly warm. But, he had to agree that it was cold. Of course, that may have been his numb forepaws talking.

"Yeah. It's not as bad with a dragon leaning on your flank, though."

Malek dunked himself beneath the water, and stayed there for a few moments. Ral'ek joined, if only so he could watch the bronze underwater. The single lamp hanging from the ceiling cast interesting shadows underwater. The bronze looked almost happy, peaceful even. He opened his eyes slowly, but when he saw Ral'ek watching him, he looked a little shocked. Shocked enough to yank his muzzle out of the water. The red took a moment, if only to prevent excess splashing.

"You know, you don't have the same colored eyes as your parents. They have a harsh brown. Yours are more blue. They're handsome."

"I... Thank you." Malek regained his composure quickly.

"You're welcome. With that said, I am super cold now." He moved to exit the pool, with Malek in tow not far behind him.

A trail of water droplets followed the two the short way to the bronzes' room. Ral'ek let Malek through first, as was his right, but followed quickly. The home felt colder than before, somehow, but his room was rapidly becoming a source of comfort. His bags remained where he left them, just outside the room. He was just tugging them inside the room towards a corner when Malek pulled a few unused hides and furs out of a well-hidden corner storage space.

"Here's what I've got. Should be enough, but I can share some of my own if you get colder than you're comfortable with."

"Thank you. Just put them next to my bags. I'll sleep in this quarter of the room, so long as I'm not intruding any."

"Intruding? Hah! You're the most enjoyable company I've had in some time! Truth be told though, I've been wondering what was in the bag, too."

Ral'ek sat down after helping him move the furs into position. He tugged the bag onto them with his forepaws, and unzipped it quickly. With Malek peering in, he spread the bag open. The bronze sneezed, but looked inside with curiosity. He poked his tail tip into the bag, running it over an oddly-colored potion bottle. Inside it was a clear, thick fluid.

"What's that?" His voice betrayed his curiosity.

"Lube. Helps when two males get together. Saliva only does so much. With that said, being gentle can also prevent some soreness under the tail."

"Guess you came stocked, huh. I honestly don't think we'll need it, though." Malek looked at him curiously.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, I don't feel any different than normal, and my parents have been wrong on quite a few things thus far. They might be wrong about me going into rut soon, too."

"Going into rut is actually rather predictable for a line. It's usually a mix of when your sire goes into rut, and your mothers' heat. More or less their average. It's rather hard to get wrong, and believe you me, you'll know when you are." Ral'ek explained.

"So, if I'm not feeling it, then chances are I'm not? I do like what you're offering, but I'm just not interested at the moment." Malek sounded almost apologetic.

"That's perfectly fine. With that said, I'm going to be here until it starts, and until it finishes. That's what they're paying me for. Would you like some further information about it? Or-"

"No, thank you. I think I have a pretty good idea of it. And, honestly, I'm rather sleepy after that bath."

"Alright, that's perfectly fine. If you want to finish your nap, I won't bother you."

"Yeah. Gonna finish my nap properly, and likely wake up tomorrow morning. It's a nice evening, you might be able to sunbathe out on the terrace still." A yawn fell out of his muzzle. "Good evening Ral'ek."

"Good evening Malek. I'll try not to wake you. Might be a bit of noise as I sort my things, though."

"Perfectly fine, just don't leave any breakables by the doorway."

Ral'ek could almost feel the bronze flopping down onto his makeshift bed. A few more yawns from the other dragon, and a few popping cracks besides, and he was out like a light. While Ral'ek was fully awake, the bronze had the exact opposite reaction. Already, his chest was rising and falling with the rhythmic patterns of sleep. Even with an absolute stranger in his room, he both trusted him, and was comfortable with him around. That was a good sign.

Thus far, the evening had been nice. At least, in Ral'eks opinion. Even with the rather sour start to it, after he'd settled in, it wasn't bad. He marked off a few things on the scroll in his forepaws. It was his personal physician-esque checklist of symptoms for a male in rut. Thus far, Malek ticked none of them. He jotted down a few notes of odd behavior, but that could be explained away by his social isolation. Really was a shame. The sheets of paper proved a sturdy enough writing surface, though. It took a few minutes to jot down his thoughts, but it didn't feel nearly as long. Occasionally, he looked up at Maleks' breathing. It was so steady, you could time a clock by it. Still, Ral'ek was glad he was warming up to him. The bronze seemed a good enough drake.

He stowed the scroll and papers. The rest could wait a while longer. The sun, though, would only be up for so long. And, in this almost-arctic tundra, it would be best he sunned while he could. A bit of arousal bothered him as he walked. It was more than likely the first hint of rut coming from Malek. That need could be taken care of later. Once the sunlight was hitting his scales, Ral'ek simply forgot about it. The warmth seeped into his very bones, banishing the chill that the cold bath had given him. He lounged on his side, looking over himself.

Malek had done a number on his coat of scales, but Ral'ek could look past that. He had his best intentions at heart, but... it looked a little odd now. Ah well. What was a week or three with an odd coat, anyway? Ral'ek shook his head. Sometimes, he really was too nice, and too eager to be experimented on. It went to a good cause this time, though. A smile faded onto his muzzle, and he breathed deeply. The one thing this tundra had going for it, was the smells. Fresh, evergreen pine slapped his nostrils with its' overpowering scent. The smell of various animals wafted in. If he were hungry, he'd have absolutely no lack of variety. With his packed meals he ate on the way here, he was stuffed though.

At some point, he must have fallen asleep on the terrace of rocky outcroppings. By the time he woke up, the sun was low in the sky, thick snowstorm clouds rolling in. Already, a few snowflakes were falling, and collecting on his hide. Whatever traces of warmth the sunning had given him, were banished like the cold was. Only, the cold had come back, demanding its' residence. Ral'ek shook it off of him. Being both wet, and cold would lead to hypothermia. An unpleasant condition, with potentially deadly results. Maleks' room was all the more attractive now.

He stumbled through the home. Some magic or another had lit the lanterns, but they were set so low as to be almost useless. Ral'ek scowled at the stinginess. A basic magic came to mind. It was hard to focus enough to make it work, but he did. The orb flickered into existence. It was only just bright enough to put the lamps to shame, but had also made the crimson drake even more tired. It flickered again. The thing wouldn't last long either, with his lack of training. He was sure he'd forgotten something or another, so he hurried.

The thing popped just before he got to Maleks' room. A soft light came from within. His own lanterns were just bright enough to see by, but only barely. It was still a noted difference from the others though. The drake was snoring, too, having not moved an inch. Ral'ek was glad for it, but almost wished for his companionship again. He had a feeling he'd get his fill of it later, though. Still, it was comforting. A spark of unease shattered that, though. A smell wafted into his nose, and sparked more worry. Maleks' rut was on the air, plain as day. Ral'ek grimaced a bit, but hazarded padding quietly around him towards his front. The tip of his rod poked out of his slit, already looking rather hefty. Only more was hidden away. The crimsons' mind worked for a moment, but decided against his initial plan. He'd leave the bronze alone for now. But... He fished out his lube, and set it on the far corner of his bed. It was better to be safe than sorry, but the drake had a feeling that it'd be getting used, and soon, too.

Still, his mind wandered. He read the inscription on the bottle over and over again.

"Concoction: For use in easing a males' entrance into another male, or tight female." It was a really fancy way of saying lube.

Ral'ek let his neck and muzzle down onto the furs so generously provided by Malek. They were comfortable, and the rest of his body followed suit. Even with the anxiety in his gut, it wasn't long before the writhing hands of sleep threatened to pull him under. He didn't resist, and was glad they eventually found him. The stress and whirling flywheel in his mind only kept spinning up horrible, horrible outcomes. But... All of them aroused him greatly.

His snores didn't care though, after he was asleep.

He slept in short fits and bursts, waking up several times only to find it was still night, and that Malek was still sleeping. Ral'ek only just barely remembered each occurrence. How many times, he couldn't recall, though. He just knew they happened. But, one thing was common with each awakening. Every time started with his lower half shifting about, and... then intense pleasure as his rod rubbed against his leg, or the furs underneath him. The drake was rock-hard, and it wasn't going away. It was a bit of an annoyance.

"Well... it has been a while. Would he mind?" Ral'ek looked at the barely-visible form of the sleeping bronze. "He wouldn't mind. Probably. Maybe. Best to stay quiet."

He muttered to himself as he rolled over. His back was already sore, but he could deal with that later. What was more pressing was his breeding rod being so irksomely persistent. It came with being so close to a male in rut, though. Either way, it'd be used repeatedly during the stay, but it absolutely demanded to start immediately. Ral'ek snorted as he stared at the familiar rod. A bit of pleasure wouldn't kill him, but a lack of sleep could.

Malek shifted about a bit. The crimson froze, waiting until he was sure the bronze was asleep. It wouldn't be a great idea to tempt him, at least not yet. His focus shifted back to himself. Or rather, a very specific part of himself. It would be nice to get a bit of relief, at least. Seeing the room was distracting at best. Ral'ek closed his eyes, and breathed. The soft, glowing light made spots appear in his now-limited vision, but it didn't take them long to fade out entirely. His own smell on the air, he curled forward a bit. Self-pleasure was something he'd gotten quite good at. Being quiet while doing it though... that could use some work. Smelling his own musk was pleasant, and very familiar. Muzzle agape, his tongue slowly dragged along his tip. A small dollop of pre coated his tongue. Familiar, and a reminder of all the other times he'd done this. Relief, and anxiety played in his mind. Relief won out after a while.

The electric sensations coming from his lower half only doubled when he shut his muzzle around his rod. The feeling of a warm, wet, and tight bunch of flesh around his rod was amazing. It shooed away any other feelings than pure, heady lust. It was a pleasant state of mind, and his breeding tool more than agreed. Another swallow, and a moment to savor the feeling. A few more joints popped as he curled further. A smooth motion, bringing himself into his muzzle ever further. The movement didn't stop until his nose was buried in his crotch.

"Hmm...." Ral'ek rumbled. He hadn't even properly begun, and already he felt rock-hard, and ready to blow.

The crimson took a moment to rest, and regain his stamina. Ral'ek didn't quite want to blow instantly, he wanted to savor the moment, and the delightful eroticism of the moment. Not to mention the danger of waking his charge. It all worked to work him up even further. It wasn't long until his mind was helping the process along, either. Having done this for a while, there was no lack of imagery to help him along. A dragoness came to mind.

It had been quite some time ago, but still seemed like it was yesterday all the same. Her sire and mother were easy to work with, and had even provided a few anti-pregnancy herbs. More than enough to last their entire stay. That job was the easiest thing he'd ever done. It was very atypical for a client to do that, but cemented it as a pleasant stay. Every hour, on the hour, they screwed like feral beasts. And, for a time, they might as well have been. A spurt into his muzzle brought Ral'ek back to the present. The sticky feeling on the back of his throat prompted him to swallow. It had been a pleasant stay, and a well-paying one at that. To say his balls hurt afterwards though... would have been a massive understatement. It was worth it.

Warm air felt cold as the heated warmth of his muzzle pulled off of his rod. Ral'ek fixed that quickly, curling his lower half, pushing himself right back into his muzzle. He alternated between thrusting into his muzzle, and making use of his neck to please himself. Soft slurping noises threatened to wake the bronze, but he stayed asleep, somehow. Still, the crimson wouldn't be lasting much longer at this rate.

"Would he have a knot?" His mind prompted. It was a good question, to be fair.

But, his brain took it further. Fantasies of the bronze pinning him down and plunging his maleness into him over and over again drove him wild. A growl escaped his throat. Knot or no, the imagery of the bronze taking him was hot. Well, to Ral'ek at least. More fantasies poured forth, Ral'ek in all sorts of compromising positions. Being muzzlefucked against a wall. Riding him until he blew a hefty load into his guts. Him using his tail to spread him open further, an-

"Mmmph.." It was too much.

Ral'eks insides churned as he shot spurt after spurt directly into his throat. His lips made a tight seal around the base of his rod, feeling every jet through the thin scales there. One, two, three... he lost count after ten. A heady rush followed his orgasm as he gulped it all down. While he didn't particularly care for or dislike his taste, the sheer convenience of not needing to clean up was a large plus. He flopped back down onto his bed, neck muscles finally giving up at holding his head to his lap. The view of the cave upside-down was strange. A bottle filled his vision.

"Forgot all about that. Ah well. No chance he'll be that thick..." Ral'ek mumbled to himself.

Another shifting noise from Malek made him tense up. But, it was only momentary, and the bronze maintained his steady, even breathing. Damn, would he sleep forever? Ral'ek wondered it for a brief moment. He dismissed the thought as quickly as it came up. The bronzes' body was growing, undergoing so many changes in a brief time. It was no wonder it'd want a bit more rest after all that. And besides, the more rest he got now... the more energy he'd have to plow the red tomorrow.

Ral'ek snorted at his own thoughts. It was up to Malek as to how he wanted to relieve his rut stresses. The simplest was claiming the smaller drake, yes, but there were other ways. Fights for dominance could help, as could cold baths. Long, skillful hunts could give him something to focus on, too. But, all of those required much, much more effort to do. Besides, Ral'ek had experience with trying to conceal himself with a boner. It wasn't easy, and the effort required to focus on hunting, let alone any other goal... It may as well have been impossible. He rolled over after making sure his scales were clean.

All of that could wait until tomorrow. Malek would need relief either way, and it would be his assigned duty to provide it. He briefly debated applying the lubricant to himself now, but decided against it. It'd have been absorbed long before it was useful. A slight waste of its' properties. He recalled the words of the merchant he'd bought it from.

"_Now, it'll last for an hour or two, but under vigorous use, it's best to reapply on occasion. More if your partner doesn't provide much him -or her- self. I personally reapply after every go. Swear by the stuff, too."_He was an attractive, if a bit older dragon, but so far, his advice hadn't steered Ral'ek wrong yet.

It had been a pretty bit of coin to get it, though. He sighed, and rolled over again. It wasn't long until his eyes slid shut, after seemingly an eternity of watching Malek sleep.

Of course, it didn't feel like he slept for long, though. Ral'ek stretched out a bit, feeling like not a moment had passed. Somehow, he was conscious though. The rest of his senses faded into existence, and his mind had something to grasp at, for the question of "Why am I awake?"

"Grrrr. Thought it was going to be easy. Not like this. He's not- Gah!" It was Maleks' voice, and he was doing his best to keep quiet.

But why? Ral'ek was there to help. He was even getting paid for it. Heavy footfalls padded towards Ral'ek. Light filtered through his eyelids, and bright light blinded him for a moment when he opened them. His nose told him before his eyes came to grips with the light. A smell that could only be described as heavily male smacked his nose hard. It was plain as day, and exactly as Ral'ek had expected. Malek had finally been hit with all the symptoms of his rut.

"Hhhhaaaah." Ral'ek yawned.

Maleks' bulk looming over him told him just how bad an idea that was. The bronze didn't bother with conversation, his rod already leaking pre onto Ral'eks muzzle. When the crimson yawned, he didn't bother with any foreplay either. His yawn was cut short as the larger dragon thrust forward. A growl died in Ral'eks throat. It'd be best to allow him some relief first... and then criticize him a bit for so rudely disturbing his sleep.

Of course, the bronze didn't care at all right now. A feeling that was helped along by the hot, warm, wetness around his rod. It was a first for the drake, and a wonderful feeling. More so considering it was his first time inside someone elses' muzzle. Ral'ek heard his claws digging at the tough stone, tearing through the furs he'd provided last night. Meh. They'd still be comfortable enough to sleep on, if a bit tattered. His forepaws found their way to Maleks' sides. Of course, there'd be little he could do to stop the dragon in his muzzle, but it reassured him. A little bit of force made the job fun, sometimes, anyway.

"_Should have expected this. Now where is that lube..."_Ral'eks tail fished for the bottle of lube he'd brought.

A light clink was the only sound in the room as his tail knocked it over. Luckily, it was still sealed. He pulled it towards him, letting Malek do his worst to his muzzle. His jaw was already stretching around the thick rod, but it hadn't become uncomfortable yet. A growing knot threatened to challenge just how much dragonmeat the crimson could gulp down, though. No matter, it was unlikely Malek would be able to knot his muzzle anyway. One of his forepaws grasped at the bottle. His tail held it in place as he uncorked it.

"Grrrh. Muzzle gonna be minee..." Malek growled, sounding barely like a civilized dragon at all.

Ral'ek hurried, dipping his tailtip into the bottle. There wasn't much time for foreplay, and he had a feeling Malek wouldn't stop at just one go. Even if he were male, it'd take two to get him to settle down a bit. Maybe three if the drake was unlucky. His paw held the bottle as his other forepaw reached lower, letting his tail slather the lube all over his paw. A particularly rough thrust shoved his muzzle back, onto the floor. Malek really was muzzlefucking him at this point. And, as rough as it was, Ral'ek kinda liked it. His own rod pulsed a bit, clearly enjoying the situation as much as he was.

His lungs burned for air as the bronze continued stretching his jaw open. The tip of his rod poked into his throat, and his nose was flush with the bronzes' groin at that. His own tailtip dipped back into the bottle as his foreleg stretched towards the base of his tail. It only took a moment to find his tailhole, and a moment after that to dip a digit in. Wet slurping noises emanated from his muzzle as Malek used his muzzle for his own relief. From the sheer pace he was going at, it wouldn't be long either. Truth be told, at this point, Ral'ek was curious as to what he tasted like. But, with the rod seemingly plowing across his tongue, and into his muzzle, there wasn't much to taste that wasn't washed away instantly.

"GAH!" It sounded like Malek sprained something, but the roar afterwards told Ral'ek a much different story.

The meat in his muzzle pulsed, and the knot that had been bumping at his lips threatened to lock itself in his muzzle. Ral'ek carefully pressed his teeth down, but only enough to keep the knot out. He didn't trust his muzzle to not leave marks should the bronze knot his mouth. Still, that didn't stop him from trying, thrust after frenzied thrust grinding at his teeth and lips. Thick, creamy jets of dragonseed roped into his muzzle, only to be gulped down immediately so he didn't drown in the stuff. A lightning bolt of reason came over the bronze for a moment, and he yanked his rod from Ral'eks muzzle.

The red sputtered for a moment, trying to catch his breath. The back of his head hurt a bit, and so did his neck, but that was to be expected from such an unprepared, sudden rutting of his muzzle. Of course, he wasn't sleepy at all at this point, though. He'd more than been woken up by the bronze, and not even a jot of sleepiness remained. The crimson kept lubing himself up though, working another digit in. There was no way the bronze was going to stop at one orgasm.

"Ral'ek, I... can't help myself. It feels so good, just..." Malek interrupted himself with a growl, and didn't bother to finish.

"Well, don't start what you can't finish. Things will ease up a bit if- HRRR" Challenging the bronze was one of the worse things he could do.

Malek growled, locking his jaws around the crimsons' neck. Ral'ek cursed himself for a moment. A dragon in rut was a slave to instincts if he didn't control them. And, despite his earlier appearance, Malek had no experience in even attempting to control those instincts. They flared, asserting his dominance over Ral'ek by grasping his neck in his jaws, and pushing his forepaw out of the way of where his rod wanted to be. Hot breath washed over his neck as the bronze grunted. A quick, short thrust, and his tailhole stretched around the drakes' thick rod. Ral'ek huffed, already feeling a bit light-headed from the exertion. A lightheadedness that was not helped by Malek squeezing on his neck.

Regardless, he was still more than willing to let Malek do his thing. Even if he were being a bit... harsh. Though harsh may have been putting it mildly, what with the bronze plowing him roughly. Every thrust made a series of messy squelching noises from his tail. Ral'ek was glad for the lube. Without it, it would have been a very unpleasant experience. Pleasant for some other drakes, no doubt, but not for him. Either way, there would be some soreness later. Nothing that couldn't be soothed, but still. The teeth pricking his neck reminded him of the present moment. It was a shocker that his brain could still function with the mildly reduced oxygen flow to his brain. He breathed, but little of it was getting to his head.

"Malek.." He croaked.

The bronze was oblivious to his pleas, far too focused on his own relief. The knot bumping up against his ass made the moment all the more intense. It'd only be a little longer, regardless. Ral'ek panted as the bronze rutted him. His own rod oozed pre onto the furs, leaking like a faucet. Even through the feeling of lightheadedness, he could tell he was close. So was Malek, as was evidenced by the knot slamming against him with every brutal thrust. A growl resounded in his eardrums as the thrusts became shorter, and more forceful.

Ral'ek used his forepaws to pull the drake into him further. The quicker he knotted, the quicker he'd blow. And, more than likely, he would too. The feeling of his ridged rod rubbing against his internal balls and prostate was heavenly. Though that may have been the oxygen deprivation talking. The jaws around his neck loosened as the knot popped in. It was all the bronze needed. All he wanted, too. The two were stuck together, but that didn't stop the dominant bronze from shoving himself into the crimson still. It couldn't have been one or two more thrusts before he simply couldn't coordinate himself any more.

"Malek, I... ahhhhh." Maleks' roar drowned out Ral'ek.

The sweet taste of air filling his lungs gave a heady background to the crimsons orgasm. Rope after thick rope of dragonseed splashed onto his chest, and Maleks' as well. Each gulp of air only made him clench onto the bronzes' knot all the more. It was too much for him to hold back any longer. Even if he'd just came moments ago, his insides churned up another sticky load. Only to deposit it in pressure-filled jets into Ral'eks rump. His tail thrashed against the ground, Ral'eks tail, and anything else it touched. The bronze panted, clearly exhausted.

Ral'ek wasn't much better, and let his neck flop to the floor. It was sore where the bronze bit him in a mating bite. It'd definitely leave a mark that would last a while. No matter though, it was worth it. The orgasm the demanding bronze gave him left the crimson on cloud nine. He was still there when the bronze spoke.

"...I- Shit. I'm sorry. I, err. Dammit." Swear after colorful swear poured out of the bronzes' muzzle as he came to his senses.

Ral'ek patted his side encouragingly, only barely croaking out a reply.

"Don't-" His throat forced out a cough. "Worry about it. Comes with the territory."

"But- Okay. Alright. I should have controlled myself better though." Blue eyes stared at the mess he'd made of the crimson. And at the seed still gluing them together.

"Talk later. Throat hurts a bit. Enjoy the knotting. I sure did."

Malek looked like he was going to speak for a moment, but bit his tongue. He did this. Not only did he leave his seed in the crimsons muzzle, the evidence that he'd plowed the drake was still tying them together. He had to admit though ,it felt good. Way, way too good for something a civilized drake would do. But, Ral'ek had clearly enjoyed it, at least enough to get an orgasm out of him. He looked really tired, too. Malek's own muscles burned, too, but he worried more for the crimson than himself. The dented scales and tooth marks on his neck gave him fits of guilt.

But, he waited, standing there just above the crimson. The pressure around his knot felt too good. Too pleasurable. Too much like the red enjoyed it. Maybe he did. His mind whirled, trying to make sense of it all. After a few moments, he gave up, and relaxed a bit. He'd have to make it up later. Somehow.

Ral'ek laid there as the bronzes' knot softened. With the bronze squirming, it took a decent while longer than usual. He was in a hurry to untie, and the constant tugging and movement only made it take longer. The crimson had half a mind to chastise him a bit, but let him do as he wished. But, eventually it did soften enough for him to yank his knot out. A rush of seed and lube poured out, but only for a moment as his tailhole tightened enough to close. A bit of soreness reminded him of what happened moments ago, too.

"... would you like some water?" Malek peered at him, eyes betraying his discomfort and guilt.

"Yes, please. Don't be long, and don't feel too guilty. I'm still a bit tuckered out, as you can see."

Malek may have heard the words, but his brain didn't. He padded out of the room, ignoring the irksome rod that still swung between his hind legs. It sounded like the crimson was already at peace with what happened. But, his brain wouldn't let him be. It didn't let him relax for a moment as he searched for a large enough bowl. It took seemingly forever, but he found one. Filling it gave him a good look at himself. Bronze. A spitting image of his parents. The bowl made ripples in the water, distorting the reflection.

No. He was nothing like his parents. He'd make it up somehow. He growled at the water, taking care to not spill it on his way back. And he avoided the reflection that kept staring back. It was a little while longer as he hobbled back with the bowl in paw.

"Here you go."

Malek scooted it towards his muzzle. The crimsons' breathing was slow, and his body was still messy. But, the eyes that stared back seemed all-too-eager, bright and alive to be upset. Thankfully, his eyelids closed as he drank the water eagerly. The first thing he said when he regained his voice shocked Malek a bit.

"That was hot." A grin stuck to his muzzle as much as the water did.

"What? You can't be serious."

"You heard me. Minus waking me up early, and not waiting for me to apply a bit more lube... it was hot. I liked it. Yes, my neck hurts a bit, and so does my ass, but the orgasm you gave me was among my best."

"How can you like it though? It must have been painful. I mean, look at your neck." He gestured towards the marks he'd left on Ral'eks neck.

"Pain sometimes comes with pleasure." Ral'ek stated offhandedly. "In this case, it was a small bit of pain, for a lot of pleasure. Besides, I'm supposed to be the one working here!"

The laugh caught Malek off guard.

"But, I- uh. Okay. Fine. I don't want to do that again though."

"Well, you may not want to, but your instincts want you to. And besides, it felt good, didn't it?"

"Yes..."

"Good, then! Rut can be a pleasurable thing, you know. Granted, it sparks a few hard-wired responses to things, and it can seem like you're out of control, but with practice... it can be a managed, enjoyable experience. Even alone." Ral'ek rambled on as he got to his feet.

A bit of seed stained the floor as he pushed past Malek. He trusted the drake to follow him, and luckily, he did. He kept talking, since Malek wasn't.

"Again, don't worry about it. Your body has needs that need satisfying every bit as much as food and water. This is one of them right now." He flashed Malek his ass, earning him a growl.

"You can't be serious, though? It's a need? Surely you can ignore it for the duration."

"Oh, you could! You definitely could! But, what I'm saying is that it's better to give in to it, for most parties involved."

"And what if there were a dragoness close by? What then?" Malek growled as Ral'ek padded into the springs to bathe.

"Then you'd need to exercise some restraint, and at least pull out when you finish. Or, learn how to get yourself off, so that the need isn't as pressing." He shivered as he waded into the cold water. The seed staining his scales had to be cleaned off, though.

"Like you did last night?"

"I mean, that's one way. Bathe with me. Going hunting while smelling of dragonseed isn't going to do either of us any favors. And, I' m rather hungry after that bout of exertion... even if you did most of the work."

Malek waded in, if only to satisfy the red.

"Ugh, fine. I'm not hungry though."

"You will be. Trust me on that one. A good fuck can often dull your hunger to the point that it feels like it's not even there. It certainly is though."

Malek rolled his eyes and didn't protest. A hunt would get his mind off of Ral'ek, if only for a while. And if Ral'ek wanted to hunt, he'd at least come along to help out. The crimson may have been getting paid, and fine with it, but he still felt guilt over using him that way.

"Hey. None of that. I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it, and now you're having second thoughts? Come on."

"You didn't seem willing..." Malek trailed off.

"Me? Unwilling to be a tail-raiser? Hardly. But, being woken up to a spear of dragonmeat to the muzzle is hardly appropriate. Still, I enjoyed it after the initial shock."

Malek shrunk. At the time, it seemed like a good idea, but the more rational part of his mind was screaming to not do it. Giving in to instincts was easier, and more pleasurable, but..-

"Again, please don't dwell so much on it! Emotional ups and downs are part of the process in a rut. Your mind may be seemingly clear right now, but it's still a bit muddy, and will be until it's over."

"... they are? I thought that was normal?"

"Yeah, actually. Why wouldn't it be? It's a cocktail of hormones rushing around in your body that are at different levels compared to your normal. It'd only make sense that they'd effect your mood profoundly."

"Well, in that case, I may have been experiencing the effects earlier than I thought." It at least gave his mind something else to dwell on.

"Whole list of things they mess with. I actually have a few of them noted down on a scroll, if you'd like to read them all. Spent a while with some scholars that studied the phenomenon. Boring at the time, but helped a lot with this."

"People are actually studying this? What of the dragons that go through it?"

"They're the clients, of course! Compensated fairly in coin and other goods, too. Almost equal parts of them look to neuter the effects. Others though..."

"Lemme guess, they want to intensify them all? Typical." Malek snorted, rolling over in the water.

"Sort of. Some want to feel like it all the time. Others want to make it stronger, as you said. It's a real variety, and mages are getting quite good at making potions for all of them. Still though, I feel like I've been flapping my jaws too much. We'll finish bathing, and then head out, alright?"

"I guess..."

Ral'ek gave the bronze a while to mull things over. At some points, he could see the gears turning in his head. He wasn't dumb, that much was certain. But, he had some preconceived notions about a lot of things that needed challenging. He'd learn eventually, though. And heck, it looked like he was already coming to grips with it....even if Ral'eks tailbase reminded him that it existed, he was glad for the bronze. Though, even now he itched for another go after their bath.

They didn't speak much as they dried off, nor as they headed off in search of a meal. Ral'ek suspected the bronze was still feeling guilty. Or, it could be sheer, dogged focus in trying to outdo the crimson. A herd of deer proved his guess right when the larger dragon went for the biggest buck of the pack. The crimson went for his usual pick of the most sickly or weak one there, not eager to compete. Blood stained their scales as they brought an end to their meals. The rest of the herd escaped unscathed.

"Still not sure why we bathed if we're just going to get messy again." Malek dropped the body at his feet.

"Easier to hunt when you don't smell overwhelmingly like dragon. Are you not going to eat your kill?"

"I want you to have your pick of the meats first. I'll have whatever is left on both carcasses."

Guilt it was then, but he was trying to make up for it. Ral'ek obliged him regardless. If it gets his mind off of it, then it was a good enough compromise. Besides, there were a few choice cuts he could eat endless supplies of, and still never have tasted enough of them. Gore stained his chin as he dug into both of the carcasses with eager gusto.

"You done with this one?" Malek asked as he tore into the other carcass after taking his preferred cuts.

"Mmmhmm." It was hard to talk with a muzzle full of deer meat.

The noises of Malek finally biting into the meat satisfied him, oddly enough. Probably because he was right. The thrill of the hunt must have reminded the bronze that he needed to eat, and helped him get over his guilt a bit, besides. Good enough for him. His stomach was full after a few more moments of eating. As messy as he was, it felt like his scales glowed with a sense of contentment. Balls emptied, stomach full, thirst satisfied, brain relaxed was a good feeling. But, his relaxed state made a smile come to his muzzle as Malek continued eating. An idea sprang forth. If Malek still felt guilty... then reversing the roles could help him banish that guilt. An eye for an eye... right?

"That was good. Thanks for coming with."

"You're welcome. I still kinda feel bad about earlier though." They were flying back, with Malek leading the way.

"Well, I have an idea to fix that, if you're willing of course. Guilt or no guilt, I won't make you do it if you don't want to."

Of course, this only further stoked Maleks' curiosity. Just as Ral'ek planned.

"Oh, and what's that? Having me take a nap, and then waking me up the same, rude way?" Malek growled.

"Well, you were close. I'll fill you in once we get there." He was going to let the bronze stew. His curiosity was going to boil over by the time they get there, and that would make him all the more amicable to the idea.

"Why not tell me now, though?"

"Because we're close to getting back, and still need to bathe first."

It was true. It was a distraction, but still true. Of course, it was less a distraction after they'd done it. A quick dunk in the water, and all the stains on their scales just floated away. Malek fidgeted, his tail betraying his mood. Ral'ek kept his jaws shut until they'd padded back to their shared room, though.

"Tell me already!" Malek growled.

"Okay, okay! So, I have a bottle of this-" His tail wrapped around the bottle of lube, and brought it up to Maleks' muzzle. "And since you barely let me use it, I figure we reverse the roles a bit."

"You want to top me." Malek stated.

"Well, yes. I'll prep you more than you let me prep, of course. But, if you say no, that'll be the end of it if-"

"Well, I can't see why not. If you can take it, so can I." A bit of pride crept into his voice.

"Oh? Big drake doesn't think he'll squeal when I rut him hard and fast?" Ral'ek played on his rut-addled client, pushing all the right buttons.

"Probably won't even feel it. My own rod is the only thing big enough to make you feel anything. Try me."

A smirk crossed Ral'eks' muzzle. The bronze was so, so wrong on so many levels. And he'd prove it, too.

"Well, we'll just have to find out, won't we? My bed, or yours?"

"Yours. If only because we already made a mess of it."

"Alright, fine. Get over there and lay on your side or back." Ooooh boy. Ral'ek was ecstatic. Getting to top Malek, a dragon larger than himself would press so many of his own buttons. It'd satisfy the bronzes' rut a bit too, and give Ral'ek an enjoyable experience to remember as well.

The sound of the bronze flopping onto the ground brought him back to reality. He had an expectant look on his muzzle, with a smug grin as well. One that would surely disappear as quickly as it had appeared. At least once Ral'ek started, anyways. He gave him a moment to get comfortable, but the game was on.

"Well, I'm here. Do your worst."

Ral'ek didn't respond, save for getting into position with his head just below his legs. He'd be clean enough down there, and with the addition of some extra lube... it'd be a pleasant enough time. Not everyone liked being rutted hard and fast, but the impression of it would give a first-timer an interesting experience. His muzzle felt a bit dry all of a sudden. He drained the rest of the bowl Malek brought him earlier, and put it aside. One forepaw on his back leg, he lifted it up a bit. Already, his tip was poking out of its' slit. The thought of what the crimson was about to do must have excited him at least a little bit.

He didn't waste long after that. The finer scales that traced the underside of his tail outlined his target perfectly. His tongue snaked out of his muzzle, ready to attack. He could see Malek cock his head a bit, watching eagerly, and with more than a hint of curiosity. The crimson made a show of it, slowly snaking his tongue along the bronzes' lower tail. He left a trail of saliva, and repeated the process from his slit, and back down.

"Well, don't tease all day." Malek tried to put some disinterest in his voice, but failed miserably. He was looking forward to this, and even Ral'ek could tell.

Fine then. Ral'ek got to work. Pressing his tongue against his virgin tailhole, he applied gentle, but firm pressure. Even for a virgin, he was tight, almost absurdly so. The heated warmth threatened to strangle his tongue. He could only imagine how it'd feel around his cock. Saliva oozed onto his tail as the dragon drooled a bit. Every inch was a hard-won fight, but the crimson kept on. Malek did his best to relax, but it was quite the task. He was starting to have doubts, but did his best to hide them. The feelings underneath his tail were so... alien to him. But, as his rod spilled out of his slit, at least one part of him enjoyed it.

Teeth gently poked the scales around his lower half as Ral'ek really put his tongue into it. The heated warmth he was pressing his tongue into gave way easily now. But, he began to withdraw it all the same. It took but moments for him to shove it back home though. The fun had truly begun for him. And, for Malek he suspected.

It may have felt alien to Malek, but damn if it didn't feel good! He grit his teeth, not eager to betray the pleasure he was feeling. May have been safe to do so with Ral'ek preoccupied with eating his ass out, but... he didn't want to admit he liked this. For all his bravado earlier, it was hardly the case in practice. And if his tongue felt this good, then his rod would be even better. A half-growl escaped his throat.

"Hrrrrr..." It almost sounded like a purr to Ral'ek. He would have teased the bronze, but his tongue was otherwise preoccupied.

Still, a bit more work would do the newcomer wonders. His tailhole was becoming a mess, but it'd be messy anyways after he got done with it. Regardless, the crimson did his best to please the once-demanding male. The once-dominant male that had claimed his muzzle so roughly that morning. His ass, too. It had been fun though, and he was eager to show that it could be just as fun being on the receiving end of things, too. He withdrew his tongue with a wet pop, and 'schlorp'. The puckered, almost-pink band of flesh instantly clenched shut, and the tail it was attached to thwumped the floor.

He was definitely ready, but... a bit of lube definitely wouldn't go wrong. The bottle was ready at hand, just inches away. A bit on his paws from his tailtip, rubbed onto his already rock-hard cock, would make it all that much easier. Another dip into the bottle, and he padded to the side for a moment. He corked it shut again, and continued stroking himself. That lube wasn't going to go on his rod, though. It was going elsewhere. Malek would soon find exactly where, too.

"A-aahhhhh." The first chilled moan of many fell out of his muzzle.

"Huh? What's that? Thought only something as big as your rod would even give you any pause? It's just my tail!" Ral'ek viciously teased.

"Shut up! But don't stop." Malek whined.

It moved into and out of him with ease. All the prep work earlier more than loosened him up a bit. Still, he worked the lube into the dragon, getting into all the crevices that would soon be stretched around his rod. A heated growl left his throat. Soon he'd find out just how it felt. Soon he'd be the one moaning with a cock in his ass. And Ral'ek wouldn't have it any other way. Well. If he ever told him to stop, he'd have to, but otherwise... He shoved his tail into the bronze one last time, and slowly withdrew it. The real show was about to start.

"Now, one hundred-percent not teasing here, but... Let me know if there's too much discomfort to go on. I'll stop any time you tell me to."

"Alright. But, at this point, you've got me worked up enough that you better not stop." Malek confided.

"Good. You'll enjoy it more that way."

There wasn't time for more words as he stumbled into position. Two legs on either side of the larger dragon, and one breeding rod ready to sink into him. Malek was large enough, that he almost had to stretch to make it work. And Ral'ek was no small dragon himself, either! Either way though, an exploratory poke found its' mark on the first try. A bit of gentle pressure later, he was sinking himself into the bronze. His cocktip found itself enveloped in hot, silken tightness, stoking his own fiery lust. It took all of his self-control to not spear him then and there. Of course, if he but asked, he would have anyway.

"So much cock, damn." Malek swore.

"You've got more equipment down there, and are bigger than me, so..."

Malek didn't respond. The feelings in his lower half more than spoke for him anyways. His rod oozed pre onto the crimsons' bed. No matter. He'd just have to sleep with him on his bed. Ral'ek eased forwards, stretching him open. The bronze laid there, basking in the feeling of being opened up for the first time. There was a little bit of pain, yes, but there was more than enough pleasure to far outweigh it. It was definitely worth it, by far. Still, inch by inch felt like it was spearing his guts open. He relaxed, but it only helped so much.

The crimson took his lubed forepaw, and grasped Maleks' rod with it. Wouldn't be much lube left, but what was left could make for a pleasurable pawjob. Still, he eased himself forwards slowly. Already, he was three-quarters buried in the bronzes' ass. The rest proved to be a challenge though. But, from the rapidly thumping tail behind him, he must have been doing something right. Malek was certainly enjoying himself at any rate, panting heavily too. A smirk planted itself on the crimsons' lips as he drew back for the first time.

Malek felt empty, but only for a moment. The second thrust went much easier than that first, long, pushing, grinding, shoving thrust into him. The third came easier than that, even. The feeling of the other' dragons maleness poking at his sensitive innards was unique to say the least. His forepaw stroking his rod was even better, adding to the feeling. It was a heady cocktail of pleasure, to say the least. Ral'ek didn't spare him the full experience either, building up his pace to something a bit quicker.

While Ral'ek may have been screwing him thoroughly, he didn't quite let himself go and rut him the same way Malek had. For a first-timer, that would have been unpleasant. Both during, and afterwards, too. Besides, he could introduce him to that later. Plenty more things for them to experiment with, too. His other forepaw found its' way to his flank, gripping him. Mindful of it or not, he gripped the bronze, pulling him back with every thrust. Groin bumping into his tailbase with every thrust, he didn't spare the bronze an inch.

Malek huffed, trying to keep his breathing even. It was a losing fight, though. Ral'ek felt himself climbing to his own peak, the feeling of the bronze wrapped around him too good to resist even for a moment. Still, he fucked the bronze faithfully, trying to draw out at least one orgasm. Unfortunately, he failed. His own orgasm came first, rod flinging spurt after heady spurt of dragon seed into the bronze underneath him. He punctuated every jet of dragon cream with another thrust. But, it didn't take long before he was spent. Malek wasn't, though.

His tongue lolled out of his muzzle. Lacking a knot, he didn't stay embedded inside the bronze for long. But, he was distinctly aware the other dragon hadn't quite orgasmed yet. His ass was a mess when he pulled out. The crimson wasn't quite done yet with him, though.

"That all?" Malek asked, quizzically.

"Nope. I have an idea to finish you off. Hang on a tic."

The bottle was uncorked again. He took a moment to clean his tail a bit, dragging it across his tongue. Finding it to be plenty clean, he dipped it into the bottle for more lube. It only took a moment for him to cork it back up, and use his own tail to apply it. He hissed for a moment, the cold lube pressing into him easily. A bit more wouldn't hurt, but with what was already on his rod, it would be fine enough. He spoke again.

"Roll onto your back. Might not have finished you off with my cock, but I know something that definitely will..."

"Your muzzle did a good enough job, but, I don't think you mean that." The bronze commented as he moved.

Ral'ek didn't reply, instead opting to straddle the dragon as best he could without stepping on his wings. The warm wetness poking his tail was right where it needed to be, minus a few inches, of course. His tailtip curled around it, and angled it towards his tailhole. In one smooth movement, he dropped himself downwards onto it. The familiar burn of being stretched open reminded him of earlier. This time though, he was the one in control. Control that Malek was more than willing to give up, as it turned out.

"hrrrr. Feels so much better with more lube."

"No kidding." Ral'ek deadpanned.

Still, this bronze was going to get off, even if it took Ral'ek all day. Of course, hopefully it wouldn't take that long, though. He dropped a bit lower, feeling the stretch in his legs, and from being spread open. An idea struck his brainpan. Then a smirk glued itself to his muzzle. Malek gained his own grin as he realized what the dragon atop him was going for. A quick grimace as the tailtip spread his well-used tailhole open once more, and began thrusting away. Coordination was difficult as the dragon speared himself on Maleks' maleness again and again, but he managed.

Malek laid below him, just hanging on for the ride. This was supposed to be payback for earlier, but it sure didn't feel like it. It felt far too good to be payback. Seeing the crimsons' scales blocking his view of the cold gray ceiling was alright though. And having that same dragon stretch him open, and riding him at the same time... It was rather erotic for the dragon. A growl of approval fell out of his muzzle, urging him onwards.

Ral'ek focused on getting as much of that dragonmeat into him as possible with every rolling drop of his hips. It was a rather odd position, but scratched all kinds of places inside him that usually didn't get this much stimulation. It was heavenly. Maybe not quite as much as earlier, but quite comparable. Even if he'd just orgasmed himself, he felt the familiar tightness in his insides. The bronze couldn't be far behind, either. His forepaws found their way to Ral'eks' sides, too. They pulled him downwards, reminding him of the knot he'd yet to take.

With the extra added force, it wasn't something he forgot for long. His ass would be sore later, but the feeling of the knot popping into him was divine. It locked the two of them together, and all he could do was make short quarter- drops further. It wasn't needed though. The first rope of many shot into him, followed by another, and another... Each only brought him closer to his own orgasm. A particularly forceful one brought him over the edge. Jet after jet mirrored Maleks' own, splashing the bronzes' upper chest, and muzzle with the stuff. They both panted heavily, enjoying the afterglow. The knot in his ass told the both of them that they weren't going anywhere fast. The repeated jets of dragonseed roping into Ral'ek told him that Malek definitely enjoyed it, too.

"Holy fuck."

"Well, I'm no priest, god, or otherwise, so..."

"Shaddap. I thought this was supposed to be payback?"

"I mean... I got what I wanted. So did you, incidentally. So maybe?"

"You really just wanted to plow me." Malek smirked.

"Maybe. Either way though, we're stuck a while, and we're back on even terms. Even if today started off roughly." An affectionate nuzzle from the crimson confirmed that thought.

"I- Oh, alright." Malek was going to contest it, but decided to not even bother.

They had fun, and that was that. Even if he was getting paid, it was a weight off of his shoulders. Besides, there was probably a lot more he could learn from the crimson, too. Of course, he hadn't picked up that he'd watched the dragon pleasuring himself last night. Maybe he'd have to ask about that. Maybe he'd have to ask for a demonstration, even. But, for now, the only thing Malek could do is wonder how he was going to get a sleeping dragon off of him, and his knot without waking him. He sighed. It wasn't happening. So, he joined his partner in a nap. The knot would be softened by the time they got up anyways.

Besides... it wasn't like they weren't going to do the exact same thing once they got up anyway. Maybe, just maybe, Ral'ek would let him be the one riding cowboy this time, though.

Maybe not. It was a hard choice. Sleep decided to delay that decision until later.

-Fin!

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