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Scales and Honor: The City of Light

Chapter 18: The Hummingbird Tavern

Arcturus woke with a soft sigh, He felt the warm scales that were his dragon shift slightly around him. The forepaw that had held him softly moved away from his torso, allowing him to be free if he wanted. “Mmmm." He pressed his face closer to the dragon's chest, listening to Veledar's heart beat. It was not until he felt the slimy feeling of the dragon's tongue start to lick around his torso did he open his eyes. He thought back to what had just transpired and let his dragon work, caressing the crimson beast along his scales as he felt himself melt to Veledar's ministrations. He could not help but give a little moan in pleasure as the wonderful warm feeling of that slippery eel made him feel weak with each drag across his skin.

“Graahh..Veledar...that tongue.." He groaned out, grabbing the dragon's head as he moved it towards his chest.

“Hmmm. You...make such cute noises.." Veledar smirked pulling his head back, and licking his snout from side to side with one single motion. “There...now your clean...Perhaps you should show your gratitude?" The dragon gestured with his neck back down towards where his legs met. The dragon parted his limbs to reveal his slit. Arcturus was reminded once again of stroking the beast, and slathering his maleness with kisses.

“And get myself messy again dragon?" Arcturus grabbed Veledar's snout and kissed him softly on the nose. The dragon pressed his head against Arcturus, briefly closing his eyes. “I think I can wait until you decide to soak me in dragon essence again." He smiled when Veledar pressed further into his touch, just enough to move his hand.

“I was there Arcturus." Veledar rumbled, sliding out from the human and stretching all his limbs one by one. “You were the one summoning my essence." He arched his head up from the ground, and gave him a coy smile. “How you could not control yourself and reached into my slit."

“I had to pull your mind into the present Veledar." Arcturus thrust a finger to the dragon he loved, as he made his way over to his clothes. He looked out the window to the cloudy sky. It was still dark out, meaning they did not sleep for very long. He guessed they had been out for a few hours as he ran a hand along his now dry clothes. “Good for you..My clothes are dry!"

“Good for me? “ Veledar snorted, “I rather enjoy seeing you naked." Veledar brushed up against the human with his snout, giving him another lick across his face.

“Hey!" Arcturus halfheartedly pushed the dragon away, however Veledar continued despite his protests. “I don't need another bath Veledar! I need to get dressed!" he laughed joyously.

“Nonsense Arcturus, you need my tongue to sooth your heart." Veledar growled playfully in the back of his throat. “Than I get to sooth you with another part of me."

“Ok, Ok." He pushed the dragon away, his blood starting to already warm as he was reminded of how the dragons cum had tasted. It had tasted so good, and made him actually long for some more. He shook his head, clearing the white flowing liquid from his mind. He threw on his shirt, his pants, and finally slapped on his boots with a disappointing moan from the dragon.

“Once again you disappoint me Arcturus." Veledar snorted, slapping his tail against the floor. Enough to raise a small cloud of dirt. The dragon narrowed his eyes until his stomach suddenly let out a loud rumble that Arcturus swore shook the entire stable around them. “It would appear that I would like to hunger." His eyes shot to the human, with a mischievous grin. “I could always return the favor and eat human." He licked his snout as his tail swayed back and forth. Arcturus readied himself to run as Veledar lowered himself into a pouncing stance usually seen by cats.

“Oh don't you dare!" Arcturus ducked behind a wooden beam, at least cutting off the most direct root to him between the dragon. “If you are hungry go hunt or something."

“I don't feel like hunting right now in the forest...I feel like hunting my human paladin...The human who reached into my slit to procure my happiness. I think that deserves a reward don't you think?"

Arcturus swerved back and forth as the dragon followed him with his snout, looking for an opening to no doubt pounce on him, pin him down and most likely lick him into submission until he spilled his own seed again. They did this for several minutes as the dragon cackled in glee as he ran to another post, Veledar right behind.

“What's the matter Arcturus?" Are you afraid you will like it too much?' Veledar chuckled, and stopped to stare at him his tail flicking. “You did not seem to be so shy whilst you were suckling on my cock earlier.

“Well you don't want to hunt huh.."

“Only human!"

“Right." Arcturus bounded out of the way as Veledar bounded after him again, chasing him around the stables. His mind thought of a place not too far from the estate. It was to the east, about several miles and along one of the roads called gryphon's way. It was a tavern used by travelers in between towns. It was called the hummingbird tavern, and was open all night if he remembered correctly. “I know where we can fill out bellies!" Arcturus shouted out, the dragon's mighty paws almost catching him this time.

“I think I might want JUST paladin right now." Veledar pounced, only to miss the human and land onto all fours with a snort of displeasure. “Thought I had you that time...Hey!"

Arcturus brought his hand up to gently brush along the most sensitive part of Veledar's wings, the membranes. He wiggled his fingers in just the right way for Veledar to giggle and recoil from his touch. “So what you say?" He tilted his head to the side as Veledar eyed his wiggling fingers.

“Just stop with the tickles Arcturus." Veledar lowered himself again. “Or when I actually TRY to get my claws on you, it will be more than just licks your way." The dragon grinned, showing off his white teeth as he swished his tail. “I will make you pay in a most pleasurable way...Just remember to get my name right...It's Veledar."

“How could I forget?" Arcturus readied himself for the dragon's pounce. By bending his knees.“I take it your going to mate me until I call out your name then?"

“Am I that easy to read?"

“You might as well be!" Arcturus laughed out, dodging yet another pounce from Veledar. The dragon snarled, and slashed the ground with his paw.

“Come now Arcturus your acting as if you DON'T want this."

Arcturus frowned, he had not meant to hurt the dragon's feeling. Just play with him for a bit. “Fine..Fine..Let me make it up to you." He rose his hands in surrender, and walked over to embrace the dragon's neck with a tight hug. “I surrender to you oh great beautiful dragon Veledar...what do you wish to do?" His mind went at first to a few lewd things as the dragon, gave him one big lick across his face, than nuzzled him with his neck. Arcturus sighed again, pressing himself against Veledar.

“I....want to eat." the dragon laughed out after a moment of silence. “What is this place you know of that we can get something to quiet the roaring of my stomach." Veledar gestured to the night sky. “I have found your people like to have things open during the day with the sun up...Not with the moon."

“Hah..Well shows how much you know." He playfully tapped the dragon's scales. “Its called the Hummingbird tavern.. It rest along a road east of here. “Best food for miles around."

“Hah that is of course subject to opinion." Veledar rose his paws and ticked off several talons. “Emerald Lady, Mary's cooking, not to mention the summoned food from my lair."

Arcturus sighed, the dragon did have a point. All of those places had turned out to have exquisite food. “Okay it might not be AS good as the places you listed...But it's the only place we got at the moment dragon..Beggars cannot be choosers."

“Hmppff.." Veledar snorted, shaking his body with a clatter of scales, finally ending it by folding his wings on his back. “Than let's go to this place so that I may feast to my hearts content." Veledar swung a wing around him and dragged him out into the damp night air. “Hope your place has enough for food. Your tender care worked up quite the appetite."

Arcturus laughed as he caressed his own stomach. It apparently was true for himself as well. “Wait." He brushed over his belt to find his pouches were missing. He remembered there were back inside with his other gear. With a quick. “Hold on." He kissed the dragon on his scaly lips and ran inside to grab the leather thing that held his coin. It was right next to his armor sitting in the den. Carefully he tried to not make a sound as he realized that everyone was asleep. Asterion had apparently collapsed on the couch, his arm draped over Feku as she cuddled him, her head pressed into his chest. The bull let out a loud snore that filled the room.

Arcturus grabbed his pouch, wrapped his cloak around him and silently made it out of the den. He took notice that Lyndis was nowhere to be found and figured she had just gone off to explore the rest of the house. Perhaps she had even found the guest rooms to rest her weary head. He pushed it from his mind as he exited the house once more, he almost had a skip in his step as he padded over to the form of his dragon. Who was waiting most patiently on his haunches. His tail tapping in anticipation as he eyed him like a cat might it's prey.

“So the little human returns to the dragon." Veledar playfully growled, getting up and crouching, swaying his tail back and forth. “What poor decisions had lead him to this moment? Whatever would a proud, noble, handsome dragon do with such a well looking mortal?"

“Oh..You forgetting full of hot air." He rushed over to Veledar, running a hand along his scales. They were of course warm, and pleasant to the touch.

“Oh yes. Very warm I am human. Much better to comfort your little body than your silly clothes." Veledar nudged him with his nose. “Did you get the coin for the food? I think I might die of hunger."

“Don't go doing that." He climbed up onto his dragon's scales. “Who would I have to listen to as they prattle on about themselves and all their beautiful glory?" He rose an eyebrow as he gave the dragon a smirk. Patting his back scales as he slid into place.

“Well..I guess you could always listen to Shandalar." Veledar spread his wings and wiggled his tail. He arched his neck back to give him a quick look with his eyes. “Just point the way like normal and I shall deliver us to this place of food."

“Such the noble steed you are dragon." He laughed, causing Veledar to playfully growl.

“You know very much that I am not a steed...Keep that up and we shall see who is riding who after this night is done."

Arcturus blushed as he pictured the dragon making good on his word. He was surprised how quickly he had given into the dragon in the stables. How easy it was to grab hold of him, and lose himself to lust. He felt a shiver go down his spine as he remembered the sound of Veledar's moans, the warmth of his pulsating flesh, and the smell of his musk.

“Lost in fond memories?" Veledar gave him a knowing smile as nosed him again, licking his face with his tongue once more.

“You very well know that Veledar." He chuckled, pushing the dragon back. “Now try to focus on flying and not anything else." He pointed a finger to the mischievous dragon's snout. “Lest you freeze your cock off while we fly."

“Well I could always stop and tend to that problem." Veledar snorted, turning his head back as he started to bound forward. “Although I found a most pleasurable helper!" He flapped his wings, and with a mighty leap they were into the sky. With a few more beats against the night air, Veledar had them gliding high above the estate.

Arcturus leaned over to look down to the eyesore that was his estate, the roof but just a shape lost within the countryside below. He smiled, closing his eyes and taking in the fresh cold air of the night. He spread his arms and imagined himself once again as a dragon, the wind beneath his own wings as they would soared together side by side.

“Try to not lose yourself to the joy of flight with me." Veledar spoke after several minutes of circling the estate. “I do wish to feast, and although I can read your emotions." The dragon chuckled in the back of his throat as he spread his wings for a soft glide. “I cannot read your mind."

“Ah..yes." Arcturus laughed, pulling himself from the dream of flight. He looked around for familiar landmarks, he was not used of course to looking at his home from above like this. To think a actual live dragon flying around my estate. He thought back to all the peasants that had assumed since his family were trained dragon killers that they would have one such beast back at his house to train. Hell he often had to go in length to convince people otherwise when he was growing up. They had always assumed he or his father were simply throwing them off the scent.

Then he looked past the vast forest near his home, knowing the winding road would soon be near that. “There Veledar, follow the forest. The road the tavern is on is just a few miles down it." He looked around to figure out there position in the sky. “It would be southeast of the house."

“Ah yes." Veledar responded, tilting his wings to match the direction Arcturus had suggested.

“Wait..do you always know where the directions are?"

“I can feel them in my bones some times." Veledar arched his head back with a grin. “Although if you look to the moon, and other things in the sky you can make it out as well."

Arcturus nodded. That made sense after all. “Well just keep following and we shall soon fill your stomach!"

Veledar glided them across the cloud filled sky, occasionally interrupting it with an occasional flap of his wings. After several minutes of silence, Veledar spoke.

“So tell me about this place! Why would they be open? I already mentioned to you about the mortals liking to keep their places open during the day."

“Well..They stay open for travelers of course." Arcturus laughed, “And sometimes the occasionally teenager who sneaks out of his parents estate."

“You went against your parents wishes?" Veledar laughed. “In your younger days you were already preparing to set me free! Arcturus we were destined to meet, you can surely see that now!" the dragon arched his serpentine neck to give him a joyful glance with his cerulean eye. “This place..the huntingsbirb."

“Hummingbird."

“Ah yes.. that place." Veledar rolled his eyes, “What will they say when you, my dashing paladin tell them you have a dragon outside?" The dragon angled his wings, to keep with the current that was guiding them along.

“Ol'e Harold?" Arcturus laughed, imagining the albino man with short, snow white hair, and red eyes. “Knew him for years...I think he will be just glad to see me after all this time." Arcturus remembered this one time he had stumbled into the place, drunker than ever before. The man had just offered him a place to stay, and with one gentle word he had food brought to him to help him fight off the stumbling in his steps. “They won't mind that a dragon has come to grace their presence. You'd be surprised with but the slightest bit of coin, what people will forget."

“Will they be able to accommodate my beautiful form?"

Arcturus had not thought of that. He was so used to the city where most things had been built with gryphons in mind. “Right....They could never contain your ego though." He teased.

“Well if that's the case I could always get you to swallow my ego."

Arcturus felt his cheeks grow warm. His thoughts twisting again to remember the dragon's pleasured filled release filling his mouth and painting him with shot after shot of warm sticky dragon essence. “T-They have a little side area where they reserve seating for guests." He stammered, trying to not picture the dragon's throbbing maleness. He could see Veledar eye him with amusement as he no doubt was turning red. “And you would certainly count as a guest of honor....What is so amusing?"

“You."

“Well I figured, but what makes ME so amusing?"

“How your fighting off your desires for me."

“Excuse me?" Arcturus laughed, “Can you focus on flying and not about what I did hours ago?"

“How can I not? When the human you care for does something so intimate." The dragon gave a pleased rumble in the back of his throat. “You are a delight to behold." He smiled, before returning his attention to the road below.

“Same to you." Arcturus mumbled, his voice masked by the wind as Veledar started his descent towards a small building along the road. The lights were still on, the windows spreading their glow out from the place. It was like a beacon from the sky. A sign that signified, hey there is food here. “There." He pointed out with a finger.

“Thank you Arcturus. I could not have figured out that the only wooden structure I have seen in the right direction is our destination."

“Hey, keep mindful tone dragon. Lest I teach you a lesson!" He laughed, smacking his dragon's scales.

“Ooooo Arcturus I would be careful with your battery of my scales. What if perhaps I enjoyed such things? Would you tie me up than?

“Would I have to do such things to a disobedient dragon?" He chuckled, feeling Veledar ready to land as he circled the building. Arcturus' gaze went to the rather large meadow that was typically reserved for traveling nobles and such. There was still a grand table left outside made out of oak. He could see that there were mana lanterns stuck into the ground by large sticks, waiting to be lit and bathe the eating area with their radiance. Arcturus then chuckled, imaging Veledar tied up in bonds, bent over, his tail moved to the side to expose his... Arcturus shook his head as he felt his heart beat faster, and the feelings of arousal flash through his mind.

“Thinking of me in a compromising situation again?"Veledar back winged near the ground, before landing with a soft bump onto the grass. “And remember dearest human." Veledar lowered himself and looked back to him with an amused eye. “I can read your emotions, and don't think I did not feel that tinge of arousal spark in your mind." The dragon licked his scaled lips with one sweep of his pink tongue. “Especially about me being tied up." Veledar held a paw to his chest. “Is that what you intended when you first kidnapped me from my lair?"

Arcturus jumped off the dragon, who had devolved into hissing laughter. He was just about to go to the front door of the old looking wooden tavern, when he was playfully nudged by his dragon.

“Come on!" He laughed, grabbing Veledar by his snout. “You do want to eat right?"

“I suppose."

“Than you have to let me go do that." He caressed the underside of Veledar's jaw, scratching at the softer scales there. He felt a spark of happiness course through him as he was able to get the dragon to start letting out a rumbling sound very much like a pur.

“Just don't take to long...Or I may leap upon you on your return."

“I will not be long my dearest dragon." He patted his head with his hand softly, before leaning in and planting a kiss tenderly on his nose. “Please do not yearn for me too badly."

“Oh..don't you worry. If I do yearn for you something awful I can always have you pay me back later." Veledar leaned in and stole a kiss with his lips. “See?" His frills twitched.

“Hmph." Arcturus crossed his arms, before striding over to round the other side of the building.

“I know you love it Arcturus. I can feel it in my bones!" Veledar chuckled, smacking his tail on the grass with a thump.

Arcturus could not wipe the grin that was still on his face as he came to the large wooden sign at the front of the building. Despite the years passing it bye it seemed ole Harold clung to the old sign from years passed. There was a picture of a white hummingbird mid flight painting on the surface of the old wood. The paint that had been once crisp in his youth now was scratched away and almost worn away. Surrounding the hummingbird were large red letters, that spelled out “The hummingbird tavern". He gazed up to the two storied building, looking to the darkened windows of the second floor. For a moment he tried to imagine if anyone else were drifting off asleep in the place. Some traveling band, some bard wandering the hills, or perhaps a group of adventurers, taking a rest before heading into the city?

He looked back the way he came, almost expecting to see Veledar, striding towards him. He would have had that sly grin on his snout as he gave him an excuse of it being too cold, wet, or that he felt like Arcturus needed his protection. But it would have been because your alone. He firmly grasped the knob of the tavern, turning it and pushing the door it. Thankfully it did not make the loud creak it used to make, but it did hit a little bell that rang out with a clang. He squinted his eyes at the bright interior of the tavern, the smells of last nights dinner still lingering in the air. Spices of every flavor, meats of different varieties. They mixed together to form a wonderful menagerie of smells, that made the paladin's mouth water in anticipation. He blinked his eyes to look out to the numerous wooden tables that lined a path to the large wooden bar table. Each table had its own assortment of chairs, although they lacked the comfortable cushions of the estate. The place was fairly empty, with a few patrons that had fallen asleep at the tables, their heads resting softly as they snored away.

Behind the counter stood a man next to a mana lantern, polishing the wood of the bar. He had a receding hairline of short white, that looked like the winter snow. His face that had once been young and vibrant now had some wrinkles, and marks of age. He wore an off white apron around him, with the same picture of a hummingbird as the front sign. He seemed to be chatting with another human, who was much younger but bared a strong resemblance to the man behind the counter.

“Well...knock me over..Its Arcturus Lund!" The man with the apron announced. His face springing to life, and Arcturus recognized the younger man within. He dropped the rag, and quickly moved around the bar, holding his arms out wide. “I thought you'd packed up and headed off on some damned adventure! What brings ya back here to this worn down place?"

“Harold!" He replied, clasping the man on the back as he met him half way. His embrace was firm, and welcoming as Harold patted him three times on the back before wrapping his arm around his shoulders and dragging him towards the inn. “You have to tell me about it! The mighty paladin of Lumara!" The man smirked. “I heard about that dragon ya went and slain..what was the name of it dready fire?"

“It was Dread Flame actually." Arcturus replied back, fighting off the disdain he usually thought about with that name. He had a job after all, and only one dragon on his mind. The one outside who was most likely pacing back and forth grumbling to himself. “I came here actually to get a meal, if your still open at this hour."

“Oh course my boy! We are always open for you...Well were always open." Harold chuckled, “Well what can we get ya for?"

“Well..can we get one of everything?"

“Ooooooo." Harold smiled, smacking the bar quickly. “You brought a date here didn't ya! Well were are they, lets give me a good look. I swear if it's those gryphon twins I saw in your younger days."

“Hes actually outback in the meadow." Arcturus gestured to the surroundings. “Kind of would not fit in here. Without a spell or two."

“A he?" Harold raised an eyebrow. “I'm not one to judge of course." He chuckled. “Just never took ya for...Well never mind. What's the fellas name then?"

“Crimson Sky." Arcturus said proudly. “Easy to say and obvious to the eye."

“What's obvious to the eye?" Harold laughed. “I don't see nothin that's obvious."

“Well..When you see him it will make sense."

“What is he a dragon or..." Harold just burst out laughing. “It tis a dragon aint it! HA Arcturus the mighty dragon slayer taking a dragon on a date!"

“Harold..."

Harold held up his hand and wiggled it back and forth. “Just surprised is all. Now ya tell me something I never thought I'd here. “ The man wiped his brow with the rag from before, letting out another soft chuckle. “Next thing yer going to tell me is your swollen with his clutch or something."

“Well Actually." Arcturus began with a smile, causing Harold to raise a finger as he started laughing.

“Almost got me there Arcturus."

“Now how much do I owe ya for? He is out by the table right now, probably complaining about the wait or something...Just tell the kitchen staff to not be scared when they first see him..Hes harmless....well..Hes not a monster.

“I get ya Arcturus, and knowin yer family and what ya did." Harold thumbed at his nose. “Ifn you say the dragon isn't a monster I'm inclined to believe ya." The man turned back towards a door that led off to what was no doubt the kitchens. He cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed. “Oye..We got an order of everything.. make sure it's all fancy like as well. Our guest tonight be datin a dragon!"

“Dragon?" a voice cried out from the kitchens.

“Here?" came another deep sounding woman's voice.

“Is he handsome?"

“The dragon or his date?"

“Can it be both?"

Arcturus continued to chat to Harold about the cost of the food, and forking over the required coin. He might have felt a tad bad for the amount of coin that traded hands, but it was for his Veledar, and the damned dragon deserved it. “And if it's not too much trouble..Can ya leave us in peace? He kind of likes to eat with just us."

“Are ya sure Arcturus? We can have someone go out with a violin and serenade the happy couple?" Harold nudged him, “It might even get ya a kiss!"

Arcturus chuckled, imagining Veledar would actually like that attention. The dragon would croon and rumble his approval as the person would play on. But that's not what Arcturus wanted. He wanted a night along, with the dragon he cared deeply about. “No that will be fine Harold. I just want a quiet evening with my dragon."

“Suit yourself...But if you or yer boyfriend change ya mind. Just come see me." Harold gave him a quick wink. “Now run along outside and keep yer dragon company. I will send out the waiters with your food when it's ready...Now did ya want wine with that?"

Arcturus sighed, and reached into his pouch one more time to shell out more coin to the man, who looked almost ready to faint with how much metal had been traded already. “Yes, your finest bottles."

“Ah yes. Only the best for the happy couple." Harold bowed and swept his hand to the side. “Go enjoy your dragon my friend, whilst I get your food ready."

Arcturus patted Harold on his shoulders with a quick thank you and a nod. He turned to head back outside to find Veledar sitting patiently by the table. His head was held high, and his wings were spread wide for some reason.

“Oh thank the gods. I thought you had perished." Veledar laughed, as Arcturus took his place right as his dragon's side. He leaned up against his warm scales and letting out a sigh.

“So how long until the good arrives?" The dragon asked, and when he lowered his snout Arcturus grabbed hold of his head and started caressing his cheeks, causing Veledar to start rumbling his approvals. “Of course...if you keep rubbing me like this..'" The dragon tapped his tail. “They can take as long as they wannttt...."

“Can you believe that man in there referred to you as my boyfriend." Arcturus laughed as he ran his hand along his dragon's smooth scales.

“Well he is partially right. I like to consider you my human friend." Veledar nosed him with his snout, causing Arcturus to kiss him on his mischievous nose softly.

“You know what he meant Veledar.. He meant that we were.."

“Mates?" Veledar tilted his head to the side. “Because I remember telling you were falling for me long ago now."

“Twas not that long ago dearest dragon."

“Than I am an excellent dragon at corrupting mortals than." Veledar rose a talon to press it under Arcturus' chin. He could not help but shiver at his dragon's touch. It was ever so warm and inviting. He let out a pleasured sigh, and than a felt disappoint when Veledar retracted it.

“See, the slightest touch of me makes you happy." Veledar placed his snout at eye level. “You are becoming my thrall Arcturus."

“Nonsense silly dragon." He poked his snout with a finger. He laughed as Veledar blew a puff of hot air onto him. “If I was your thrall, you would have had your way with my awhile ago now."

“Well..." Veledar rose a paw to drum his talons across his chin with a laugh. “That actually might be true."

“See I told you.!" Arcturus wrapped his arms around his dragon, who did the same with his paws. They shared a brief tender kiss, that Arcturus wished would have lasted for a tad longer than it did. He was left gazing long fully into his dragon's eyes while they both breathed tad heavier than normal. They did this same cycle of holding, kissing, and tender looks until his attention was drawn to the literal line of waiters. He could only tell that they were as such because of the silver platters they were bringing over, complete with a covering.

“The food is here!" Veledar rumbled in approval, as he let Arcturus go and refolding his wings against his back. “I hope this place is as good as you say." The dragon laughed, pulling Arcturus closer with his tail. “Because I might get my revenge on you later."

“Is it sad I'm kinda hoping they do a bad job now?"

“Not in slightest dearest Arcturus."

If the waiters minded Veledar they did not show it as they placed tray upon tray onto the wooden table with soft clinks of the metal.

“It smells good. What is this?" Veledar asked, licking his snout in anticipation.

“Please allow me to explain," Arcturus waved to the waiters, who took the lid off the many covered plates they brought. A steamy wave rolled forth, summoning a loud rumble from the dragon's throat.

“That fat thing in the middle is roasted boar, basted with the freshest and most delicious herbs in all of Lumara. Surrounding it you'll see an assortment of meats. Deer, rabbit, and whatever the cooks had available. Please don't look at it like I'm about to sink my hands into it. It's all yours, dear dragon."

“Mine?" Veledar's salivating tongue rolled out of his mouth to slather along his scaly lips.

“Mhm," Arcturus nodded. “I'm going to sate my hunger with these little trifles," Arcturus

revealed his own, smaller dishes. “Wined chicken split with sour fruits, pork ribs dripping with dubious looking sauces, and this fine…whatever the blazes it is."

“It's sea urchin crusted with swamp potatoes, all wrapped in a fine layer of silverwing moth membrane. You've also got a sand egg right here in the middle," a youth pointed out.

“Is that really an egg?" Arcturus frowned. “Doesn't look like any egg I've seen, except maybe a dragon's egg, and I'm sure my scaly partner here would not agree with such barbaric practice."

“No sir. It's a sweet fruit that grows in Drenedar. I assure you it's purely vegetal in nature."

“Oh, good. I'm hungrier already," Arcturus smiled and clapped his hands thrice. “Off you go, lads. Thank you very much for your service. I hope you have nothing against leaving me and my dragon partner alone as we prepare to indulge in the fine treats you have brought us."

Harold and cooks alike nodded and bowed their heads. Arcturus gave the chief cook a hug and thanked him again for being so prompt with his request.

“Anything for you, sir paladin. Please, enjoy your meal."

“I certainly will now that you mention it."

Veledar approached once they all left. “I dread to ask how much coin you spent on this feast."

“Pah, tis' but a memory. Live in the present! As you can see, we find ourselves with startling amounts of food for very little coin!"

“Your definition of little needs adjustments."

“Not when I have such a heavy pouch," Arcturus rubbed around his pocket, almost cringing at how lithe it felt. “Let's eat now. We're staring at each other and talking like old crones over a sumptuous dinner."

“Is this what that is?" the dragon extended a wing over the meal. “Bribe for allowing you to put your hands all over my-“

“Oh for Gods' sake, start eating already!"

Veledar opened his maw to voice another concern, but he thought better of it. With his wings folded at his sides, he dropped on his belly, shielding the boar between his forepaws. Arcturus lay on his side and looked over the three plates that stood on a small portable table. They all looked so delicious. Arcturus dug into them without a second thought. He ripped into the juicy chicken, then picked a few potato shards from the slimy conch of the sea urchin. The mix of sour and sweet was a divine combination to his tongue. He ate hungrily, looking at Veledar between mouthfuls. The red dragon truly was a beast, tearing and ripping into his boar with a fierceness characteristic to his kin.

Whole chunks of meat were ripped by his slavering maw, then squeezed by the rows of sharp teeth. Juices trickled down the sides of his snout, smeared along the scales every time Veledar licked himself clean.

“That's not helping," Arcturus gestured with a potato. “You might want to take smaller chunks and actually enjoy this meal."

“Are you telling me how to eat?" the dragon hissed.

“I'm pointing out basic manners, Veledar."

“There are no manners in the wilderness. Meat is meat. Those who are too slow at eating their prey will find themselves robbed of their effort."

Arcturus spat the food from his mouth as a hearty laughter burst through his mouth. “We're not even in the village. What can possibly happen in this peaceful thicket?"

Veledar had no reply for that. He ripped into the boar's leg, chewing on the stringy meat only thrice before gulping it down.

“Bah. Suit yourself, suit yourself. When that boar is done and you come sniffing into my plates, I'll point at those bones and remind you of the terrible choice you made."

Arcturus was rather pleased with himself now that Veledar paced out his bites. Dragons were not in the habit of enjoying a meal, but Veledar was good at pretending. Arcturus sighed with delight and enjoyed the rest of his meal. He liked to take his time. Great food was like a wife, his father always said. Exquisitely precious. He managed to clean almost half of each plate before his stomach threatened to spill. Arcturus leaned against his dragon's flank when the food was done, sipping from a flagon of honeyed wine. Veledar curled his neck around, sniffing curiously at the smells coming out of the flagon.

“Want a sip?" Arcturus waved the flagon in front of his twitching nostrils.

“Will you give me some if I say yes?"

Arcturus waved him to approach. He grabbed the dragon's snout when he was close enough and slid his hand between his teeth.

“Open this, will you?"

Veledar complied. His tongue twisted, and his lips became all wry once the flagon spilled its contents inside his maw. He flicked his tongue out, pushing away more drink than he swallowed.

“You wasteful bastard. That was my good wine!"

Veledar disagreed with a rumbling growl. “It smears my maw with the juices of those things you call fruits. I prefer normal wine, raarrrhhh," the dragon rubbed his snout into the grass.

“Dear me. I'm not sure you will ever understand how far the spectrum of drinks reaches here in Lumara," Arcturus smiled as he picked another flagon. This one had a much sharper fragrance. A proper wine that turned any reasonable man into a lumbering drunkard. Arcturus took a few gulps and stopped when his head started to become a swirling ocean for his unreasonable mirth. He placed plate after plate on the finned tip of Veledar's tail, trying to stack them up, only to end up laughing every time they fell off.

“Grahaha! Ye dragons can keep only two things straight. Yer heads, and yer cocks," Arcturus grabbed his own crotch and lurched into Veledar's belly with a loud 'hic'. The world spun before him. In some ways it felt like dragon riding. Arcturus gasped when he looked at the wobbling ground, trying desperately to anchor himself on anything he found. His hands went all around Veledar's hind leg, scratching and raking between the scales.

Veledar only had to sniff once to recognize the odor of alcohol. He grabbed one of his barrels and rolled it under an upraised wing.

“Wha?" Arcturus looked at it and laughed. “Yer givin' me water? Water for what? We drink now, m'friend. Drink!"

“You need to drink something else."

“Course I do. What I need is white wine!" Arcturus raised the flagon and took another hefty gulp. Veledar disapproved with a shake of his head, but that only amused the drunken human.

“Shake it all ye want. Yer water tastes of seed! And I'm not…I'm not…." He hiccuped again as the world spun before his eyes. “I'm not drinkin yer seed again, dragon. Not like…you did when ya…whena hic!"

“You can barely hold two glasses of wine, Arcturus. Perhaps I should use my spells to clear your head before-“

“Before what?" Arcturus jabbed a finger towards his snout. “Think yer smarter than me? Brighter?" he tapped a hand against the dragon's scales.

“Of course I am," the dragon flared both of his wings, leaving Arcturus's mouth hanging.

Since when did Veledar become so majestic? His head was angular and beautiful, with just the right width for his snout to make it look elegant rather than fat. His neck was sinuous and long, almost matching his tail. The spikes flowing along his spine added an edge of danger to his agile form until his broad wings rose at the sides. Arcturus never saw two wings this big. They covered the sky with their tawny membrane, allowing no wind or sun to pass through.

“Whoa. That's…hic! Is beautiful. C'mere you gorgeous thing. I wanna touch and feel ye," Arcturus beckoned with drunken stupor. When Veledar cocked his head again, he crawled and grabbed the finned tip of his tail. He stroked greedily along its length, then turned upon the dragon's hind leg.

Veledar lowered himself on his side, thinking he was going to get another massage.

That was exactly what Arcturus wanted. He fell upon the crevice nestled between his legs, splitting it apart with both hands. Veledar growled and raked at the ground with wild urgency.

“S-stop, please…"

“Wha…why should I?" Arcturus laughed and plunged a hand into that nest of lubricated flesh. “Feels good in'ere! Wetter than a female an' warmer than a stove, hic!"

Veledar growled, louder this time. Thick toes wrapped around Arcturus's middle, and the drunkard only laughed. He didn't care about them. What he wanted was to touch, and feel, and inhale the pungent scent wafting from the dragon's exposed slit. His shelter ran deep, and his muscles were strong. It took a fair amount of effort to push all the way to his cock. Arcturus laughed over Veledar's snarl when he grabbed the tip. It throbbed hard, and within three spasms it pushed its way out of the cavernous depths.

“There ya go there ya go! Lookin like a proper male again."

“If anyone sees this-“ Veledar growled. “I don't want to take you back into the skies, human, but you are giving me little choice."

“Pffff, up there? Yer cock will freeze ta death!" Arcturus started kissing the dragon's cock. “Love me instead, wi' dis! Oh feels so warm an' wonderful. Make love to me till the night ends."

“You have…no idea…what you're mumbling about," Veledar snarled with pleasure as Arcturus rubbed, licked, and kissed his cock until he reached full mast. Veledar became restless after he squirted his first jet of precum. Arcturus found that unnaturally appealing, so much that he started sucking on the dragon's cock with utmost pleasure. The sweet sheen made his eyes brighten, and his throat wheeze with laughter.

“Ye really taste like a female. Wonder why the fock we haven' fucked so far. Yer wet 'n, nice, and I'm…I am….what the fock am I, dragon?"

“A drunk that has no idea what he's talking about," the dragon swiped Arcturus' legs with his tail, destroying Arcturus's wavering balance.

The human fell on his back, staring at the star speckled sky before Veledar's head shadowed everything. He waved the dragon closer, and sighed in contentment when his warm nostrils breathed hot air into his chest.

“Yer so warm. So beautiful. Told you how much I love ye, haven' I?"

“I can never hear enough of it," Veledar rumbled softly.

Arcturus kissed his snout. He kissed and licked around and between his nostrils, even going as far as kissing his fangs. When Veledar wanted to speak, Arcturus grabbed hold of the dragon's tongue and kissed that too.

“Love every part of ye," Arcturus smacked his lips. He furiously started rubbing his drake, going through every scale on his body. “Yer head. Yer neck. Yer paws 'n wings an' tail. Even yer cock!"

Veledar hissed softly when he found his pride clutched again. Aside from that, he did nothing. Arcturus didn't care if it was out of love or something else. He was too drunk to care. After he satisfied his curiosities, he dropped his pants down and proudly grabbed himself.

“Wha'd you think o' my fine sword?"

Veledar cocked his head, saying nothing.

“C'mon. I'm naked, like ye are. Look at how ye scales sparkle without cloth an… fockin burdens. I really shouldna put all that steel on me. It makes me….gah the world's spinnin like…fock,"

Arcturus blinked thrice, then fell on his back. He grumbled in disappointment when Veledar coiled around him. He wanted to touch his wet cock a little bit more while the courage still lasted.

“You took it away," he ran his hand along the dragon's chest, getting disappointed when he failed to find it. “Where the fock is it? The fock is your cock at?"

“Out of your reach, like the rest of your wits. That wine must have stolen every last one of them."

“It didn' steal shite, dragon. Is still here," Arcturus slapped his head twice. “Will remember all after I take a bit o' rest."

“Yes. Rest," Veledar brought his snout closer, and closer, until the warm puffs made Arcturus's eyes heavy. “I will get you a potion from the Harold when you wake up. He must have something for drunk paladins."

“Focken blazes, I don' wanna sleep," he said tiredly. “I wanna love…make love to you, dragon. Y'know I have no one else. I have…no one…else to…my wife's dead. Everyone's dead."

“I'm here," Veledar started to lick the human's tired face. “Rest now, Arcturus. Focus on nothing else but my warmth."

The dragon's moist tongue made it infuriatingly hard for Arcturus to maintain his awareness. He grumbled and moaned as his body slowly started to go limp, starting from his legs, slithering towards his chest, a river of thrumming heat that tickled his senses with gentle pleasure. “Warm…so warm…I love ye so much, dragon. So much."

Slowly, everything went dark.

Arcturus awoke with a throbbing headache and a strange, breezy feeling around his bum. He peeked an eye open to stare at nothingness. Veledar's wing shadowed everything from sight. He touched the membrane, grumbled, then crossed his arms above his belly. Something stirred between his legs. Arcturus extended his arm to rub, then froze when his fingers pushed through unreasonably dense hairs.

Was he naked?! A heartbeat later Arcturus knew the answer. Tempted by warmth and promising caress, his cock jerked up. No matter how much he gritted his teeth or bit his lip, his member wanted to grow stiff as a pole. And it did.

Arcturus cursed. He got hard, right under his dragon. He looked left, then right, and finally groaned when he realized he had only a single choice. He reluctantly touched along the wing, poking the sleeping dragon.

Veledar lifted it, allowing the cold air of the night to pierce the warm shelter. Arcturus cursed, coiling around himself.

“Veledar. My dear friend. My partner. Can you perhaps illuminate me as to why I find myself bare of everything but my skin?"

A forepaw pushed him closer against the dragon's chest, but Arcturus rolled out immediately. “No, no. I don't want your warmth, dragon. Give me answers. Why am I naked?"

“Don't you know?" Veledar yawned sleepily.

“I…I had a couple of gulps, sure," Arcturus grabbed his head. It pounded like a drum, soft and hard at the same time. “Blazes, maybe more than a couple. And you did nothing to stop me you big scaled oaf!"

Veledar turned around and returned with a small vial between his jaws. He spat it on Arcturus's expecting hands.

“What's this?"

“I went to that man called Harold after you fell asleep. He figured you'd want it."

Arcturus frowned instead of smiling. “You left me naked and alone inside a forest? So much for dragon love."

“Well…I did, but only for a bit! Leaving you alone in that drunken state was not something I am capable of doing." Veledar apologized by nuzzling and licking the living hell of Arcturus.

“A'ight, alright! You can stop drowning me with your stinky tongue." Arcturus shook the vial between two fingers. The orange liquid looked thick. Kind of like Veledar's seed to be honest. “What did that man ask of you?"

“A silly, bawdy song about our first time," Veledar said much to Arcturus' horror. “Learn to take a joke, human."

Arcturus released a sigh of relief, opened the cork, gulped the contents and vigorously shook his head. The vial's contents went down his throat like an ice storm, dispersing through every corner of his body with revitalizing efficiency. Arcturus wobbled and hugged one of his dragon's legs for balance. He felt weak for a few moments, but that passed once the sharp liquid obliterated his headache.

Arcturus blinked thrice to moisten his eyes. His head felt normal again, and the ground stopped shaking beneath his legs. He stumbled for a bit, trying to find a place to rest. The sound of licking made him peek to the side. Veledar was grooming a paw, sliding his tongue carefully between his claws.

“Ah I feel much better now. So, how late is it?" Arcturus looked at the sky without waiting an answer. The moon was starting to near the horizon, leaving behind pale shades of indigo on a field of amethyst. He figured they had just a few hours before dawn. That's when he also noticed all the food was gone, along with the wine and the barrels.

“Oh, blasted. When did they steal our food?!"

“I returned it." Veledar growled a short reply.

“You did what?"

“You were sleeping your drink off. What else was I supposed to do than groom myself off your hand's workings?" the dragon growled. “I was hard, and after that moment we had in the stables it was nigh impossible to keep it in."

“Ah, stellar judgment, that," Arcturus sighed. “I spend all the coin I have on me to fill your belly, I amuse you with my terrible drunken humor, and in return for all of that you take our food and wine back AND pleasure yourself on top of it."

“I ate my fill. You did too. What are you complaining about?"

Arcturus opened his mouth, then shut it. Whatever was going to come out was better left unsaid, so he put his leggings on, pushed his back against the dragon's side and took hold of his hind paw. Scratching something soothed his temper. Arcturus kneaded along the meaty toes, feeling the soft flesh hiding behind the small scales. Veledar's rumble flared within his throat when Arcturus started kneading along his foot. He went along each finger, grabbing and scratching between the scales. Veledar clenched his toes harder the closer he advanced inwards.

“I know it tickles, you scaly bastard. Might as well stop pretending and let that growl loose."

“Barely noticeable," the dragon said with a strained hiss.

“Oh yes?" Arcturus raked along the insides of his paw, causing every talon to curl and press its tip into the scales. A long growl escaped Veledar's straightening neck. His tail shivered and his wings stretched, trembling with strange jolts.

“Stop…stop that."

“Or what?"

Arcturus got a wing right in the face. He grabbed and pushed into the membrane, finding a new target to antagonize. Veledar turned his neck around. He watched, blinking his eyes and licking his snout until another shudder washed over him.

“This tickling is getting to you."

“It's not."

“Your wings dare to disagree, dear dragon. You can see how they tremble, right?" he pulled down the tawny membrane for emphasis. His joints shook worse than an aged man.

Veledar jerked it up and curled his neck under his lifting leg. Arcturus found himself firmly squeezed against the dragon's belly. He grabbed onto a neck spike, then looked at what summoned such urgency. It was a dark pink, wet, and glistened with the characteristic sheen of arousal. Arcturus would have slapped his face with his hand if he could.

“Fock me. Sorry for that. I kind of forgot what tickling does to horny dragons. Would you accept my honest apology for revitalizing your throbbing problem?"

Veledar threw him a quick glance, then slid his tongue along that bare, moistened flesh. He was slow, and thorough, pushing deep into the crevice formed by his expanding vent. Arcturus pulled his eyes away as soon as he could, embarrassed by what his actions wrought. Did he willingly arouse his dragon? He shook his head, scrunching his eyes shut.

“No…no. My mind slipped. Wine. It's the wine," he kept whispering over Veledar's incessant licking. “Maybe he's not aroused. Dragons groom all the time, right? Just a bit o'licking to pass the time."

But he never believed that, just as he refused to accept the heat rising beneath his skin. That potion he drank -Brewer's Fortitude- would be too convenient for any reveler if it didn't have any side effects. Arcturus's fingers flexed repeatedly, forming fists, then grabbing around the dragon's neck spikes. It was coming. That wave of heat he felt the first time he had one of these fine beverages. Sweat oozed from his skin. He wiped it quickly, focusing on his breathing. Deep, long breaths. That was what he needed.

Along with a warm cunt around his throbbing cock.

Arcturus bit his lip hard, tasting metallic blood within his mouth. The sting washed that particular thought away, only to allow others sort of perversions to slip between the cracks such as Veledar's soaked vent.

“Naah," Arcturus grunted. “I can't. Must hold back. Have to…"

“Have to what?" a soft growl distracted him.

That scaly bastard couldn't pick a worse time to talk. Arcturus pushed his snout away. Warm slime latched onto his skin when he made contact with the scales. Veledar licked it, flicking that warm, fleshy tongue around his fingers.

Arcturus forced him back with a light shove. “Are you an animal or what?"

Veledar's lips trembled with irritation. “I was only-“

“I know what you were trying to do. Keep that tongue away."

Veledar shook his head in bewilderment. “What got into you all of a sudden? You're acting really strange."

Arcturus winced at the hurtful tone in the dragon's voice. Hurting his dragon was a lot worse than some bothersome arousal. So he bit back his pride, cast away his shame, and rubbed the beast's wing.

“I'm hard, dragon. Fockin aroused from that potion you gave me…and the night we spent in the barn. Gods this is so embarrassing."

“And I'm to blame for that?" Veledar hissed with obvious disappointment.

“No, of course not. I was careless and stupid to put my hands so carelessly over your cock. To drink as much as I did. Hope I haven't done anything bad to you during my fit. I tend to become a little lively when I drink too much."

Veledar approached, eyes gleaming with mirthful intent. “You might have touched certain parts of me you wouldn't even gaze upon a few months ago."

“Drat. Yer cock y'mean?"

He dipped his head, much to Arcturus's shame.

“What else have I done? Tell me everything. I'd rather know it now than later."

“You spoke from the heart, human. Told me how much you appreciated me. Even showed it, through those weird pecking things you do with your mouth, that what you call a kiss.

Arcturus's eyes widened. “Uh..what else did I do?" His mind went back to the stable, and could guess what his dragon was going to say.

“And licked me. On my cock. But mostly around my snout as you declared your undying love to the red majestic beast that I am," the dragon puffed his chest proudly.

Arcturus's heart climbed in his throat.

“There's more. After that open display of affection, you cast your pants down."

“Why?" Arcturus whispered softly, as if lowering his voice evaded this terrible truth. “Why in the blazes would I do that?"

A warm presence brushed along his arm. “Because you wanted to be like me, unburdened by clothes and rules."

Veledar's tongue was too warm and relaxing to push aside. Despite his better judgment, Arcturus allowed it to slide over his bare chest. He was too distracted by the bathing breath to realize that all the warmth concentrated in a single place. Arcturus gasped softly, fists tight, eyes scrunched shut. His cock reveled in the heat. It throbbed, harder and harder, until a thin stream of precum escaped from its tip.

Arcturus's body jerked with lust-filled momentum, pushing straight into the dragon's snout, forcing a soft growl from his parting maw. Intense heat washed over Arcturus's privates as the dragon's humid breath embraced his stiff cock. His body quaked as a loud, unbridled moan escaped his tightening throat.

“Back…get back…" he hissed with urgency, afraid of the moist tongue that hid inside the dragon's jaws.

“I don't mind returning the favor after what you've done for me."

“But I do," Arcturus dropped on the ground to cover himself with his leggings. “I-I don't want to rush into things, so please keep away until this heat subsides. We'll talk once the flush is over."

Veledar didn't give up. He pushed his snout around the sides, sniffing insistently until he climbed close to the human's ear. “It will only get worse. You know my words are true."

Arcturus's lips trembled. He wanted to say it out loud. To prove the wrongness of the dragon's words. Yet his cock had other plans. It lurched beneath the pants, spitting its warm fluid on and on and on. Arcturus forced his mind to wander. He imagined forests, and deserts, even taverns filled with unruly drunks. No matter what he did, the seething pressure within his groin turned his thoughts back to the monster throbbing below his crotch.

“Haah," Arcturus got up on his feet. “I guess you win, dragon. I have to take this problem into my own hands and do something about this before I lose my mind.

“I can-“

“No, you can't," Arcturus blocked him before he got too close. “I'm not putting my cock inside your maw. It's disgusting, shameful, and unreasonable of beautiful dragon like you to…do such things.

“Is pleasure something to shy away from? Would you live that kind of life, Arcturus?" the dragon simply asked.

Arcturus didn't know what to say without insulting him, so he kept his mouth shut. That was the worst choice he could have made. Veledar's glimmering eyes led him back to that scene in the stables when his wet, lustful lips fed on the dragon's precum, urging his seed out with desperate intent.

Unbearable pressure spiked from Arcturus's cock when he remembered that thick, messy spurt that splattered his face with hot dragon essence. It must have been so hot inside Veledar's slit. So moist. Arcturus almost ejaculated to the thought of Veledar's soaked vent embracing his throbbing cock. Three spurts of warm precum slithered out of his tip to dribble slowly along his receding foreskin. They flowed like oil, smearing the grass with translucent slime.

“You're close. I can smell it," Veledar said, inching closer to the shivering human. “Please let me lick you."

Arcturus lacked the strength to push him away, moaning like a whelp when Veledar started sniffing around his groin.

“Trust me, human, like you trusted me in the past. Let me do something about your burden. It is no weakness to accept my touch. I accepted yours. Will you let me have you?"

Arcturus gritted his teeth and let out a long sigh. “You bloody stubborn beast. Can't argue with one who licks his cock all day, so fine. You can have me" he looked around to gather courage, then released a monstrous groan. “Try to mind the teeth, alright? I'm not sure how comfortable I'll feel to put that part of me between so many teeth."

“Agreed." Veledar bowed his head in acknowledgment.

With a crackling sigh, Arcturus placed his hands behind his head. Veledar growled at the sight of the human's throbbing penis. He first inspected it from all angles, his warm breath rolling over the overly hard member, making Arcturus's legs lose their strength.

“Nghhh,p-please.. do it already!"

Veledar chuckled as he opened his maw. The dragon's tongue wrapped around his member, cutting Arcturus' breath with how intense it felt to have flesh rub against flesh. The dragon's tongue wrapped around his cock like a snake, dragging him past his teeth, and into the hot shelter of his maw, where tides of saliva bathed Arcturus' sensitive cock.

Arcturus grabbed onto the dragon's horns, gasping and struggling to breathe as his body shivered from all joints. He never tasted such delightful warmth before. Ever. Veledar's tongue gently slid free to explore other parts. Arcturus felt the tip sliding along his balls. His spheres tensed and shook, overwhelmed by the fleshy contact. After a few seconds the warm tongue returned onto his shaft, forcing a long gasp out of the paladin's throat as once again, Veledar coiled himself around the entirety of his cock, squeezing and pumping gently to drag Arcturus deeper. The motion pulled the foreskin back, exposing the human's overly sensitive head to the swirling waves of heated saliva. The fluid bathed his cock, lubricating the way for that thick, constricting tongue to slather a most sensitive part of any male.

Arcturus's body trembled violently as overwhelming pressure exploded from the depths of his crotch. His cock became harder than stone. Instincts urged him to thrust, and plunge deeper and deeper into something that was shockingly similar to a female's constricting cunt.

He scrunched his eyes shut just before the riptide came. Arcturus grabbed the dragon's horns, slammed his bare chest onto his forehead, then roared like a beast as his legs collapsed underneath him. Thick spurts of seed washed through his cock to pelt and smash against the dragon's restless tongue. Veledar tugged onto the human's cock, massaging it while it spewed its fat, silky load.

“Hrrawww!" Arcturus's throat crackled with bliss. He thrust three more times and screamed when the pleasure became an overwhelming inferno. Veledar caught him onto a forepaw just before he fell. He pushed his maw harder into his crotch, emulating the tight embrace of a female's folds. Arcturus gave him everything he had. He milked his balls down to the last drop, spending himself with moans and screams into his dragon's suckling maw.

Veledar let go when the fertile stream ended. He pulled back, allowing the spent member to unceremoniously droop from the human's soaked crotch.

Arcturus breathed fast, recovering from what felt like the most intense orgasm of his life. He felt liberated and good, despite the sticky feeling around his cock. He grabbed himself with a hand, gasping at how hot the dragon's saliva felt upon his skin.

Veledar pulled back. No signs of seed were obvious to the naked eye even when he flicked his tongue over the tip of his snout. “You've finished quick."

“Aye, but tis' not my fault your maw feels like a cunt," he rasped.

“You liked it then?"

“It was…wonderful," Arcturus smiled meekly. “Now please shush your snout and let me rest for a bit."

Veledar slowly lowered the human onto the ground. He coiled his tail around him, brought his wing over him, then touched the tip of his snout to his head.

“Higher."

“What do you mean?" The dragon growled in confusion.

Arcturus grabbed around his heavy head and guided it onto his chest. Once he found a comfortable position, he rubbed his dragon with a fond stroke. “It's warmer this way."

“Won't my breath stir your lust?"

“Shush your worrisome snout."

Veledar closed his eyes, though not before flicking his tongue over the human's flaccid cock. He was such a mischievous whelp. One that Arcturus loved dearly.There was not even a trace of guilt weighing on his mind. With an arm draped between the dragon's' eyes and another coiled around a horn, he gave a pleased sigh, it was like he was a dragon nestled under his mate's caring wing.

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