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I understood exactly what was going on when I had to run to the bathroom to throw up one morning, but I forced myself not to think about it, telling myself it was just nausea from eating somehing bad. Of course, ultimately there was no denying it; somewhere inside me, I had a clutch of Scorch's eggs growing, and while that made me feel warm and fuzzy, it was_everything else_ that it implied that gave me a sense of impending doom. Not in any particular order; when it was obvious I had been knocked up, my parents would almost certainly disown me. With no home, I couldn't really go to school. No school meant no job, and no job meant I'd have to survive in some other fashion. If by some miracle my parents were fine with this, I would probably be arrested for acts against nature, as they called that particular morality law, and prison was completely out of the question for me. Not only because I'd be swollen with eggs, and not only because I'd get brutalized by the other prisoners, but because I'd be separated from Scorch.

I wasn't too blinded by this strange mixture of panic and lust to tell that what I felt for the dragon might just be a crush; love would take longer to develop, but I'd get there. Regardless of my reasoning, though, the idea of not getting to spend any time with him for years made my stomach sink, my ears ring, and my chest hurt with increasing anxiety. That left me with only one real choice; run away. Would Scorch even be okay with that, leaving his relatively cozy lifestyle behind to take care of me and his future whelps in some rarely-visited patch of wilderness? There were plenty of questions and very little in the way of answers, but I couldn't stop those anxieties; that's all I could think about for the entire day.

Of course, small as the upsides were, they did exist. While my teacher talked about mathematics - another subject that had been rendered irrelevant for me overnight - I considered those positives. For one, chances were that Scorch would take responsibility, and then we'd never have to be apart anymore, and that thought made me feel warm and tingly. Secondly, we might meet some likeminded people if we were lucky. Half-dragons, other dragon lovers perhaps. Thirdly, I found myself strangely aroused by the idea of laying the eggs growing inside of me. I had no idea how it'd feel, but given how good Scorch's maleness had felt inside me, it couldn't be that unpleasant.

But of course, this was all largely uncharted territory. The best records we had of males getting impregnated by dragons were anecdotal, and none of them went into great detail, perhaps because those people had to disappear from our disapproving society. Still, I couldn't imagine it ending badly, given that clearly dragons were meant to do this, and their mate dying in the process would be far too cruel for nature. Besides, although I had never handled fresh dragon eggs, I seemed to remember them being leathery, if a little uncomfortably large.

After I got back home, I waited for nightfall, hiding away in my room as much as I could. While my pregnancy wasn't visible yet, I felt incredibly nervous, and I didn't want my parents to suspect anything. When they went to sleep, I quietly snuck outside, being careful to make as few noises as possible. I had to see Scorch about this. I didn't know if he'd even understand, but I hoped so.

Halfway up the cliffside I was feeling incredibly exhausted. The physical changes induced by the dragon's matings had probably taken a toll on my body, as well as whatever energy my growing clutch was taking. I had to sit down; at least it was still fairly warm for nighttime.

Once more I was watching the stars appear in the darkening sky. With how anxious I was feeling, I couldn't enjoy it as much as last time. I realized this might be the last time I ever saw that view; regardless of what happened, I couldn't stay here. Unless someone had figured out a way to... no, that'd be the absolute last resort. I'd sooner try living alone in the forest. While I wasn't entirely happy about the situation, I had these growing maternal... or paternal instincts. I didn't really know which one it was; presumably, I had a womb now. Outwardly, I was still male. It was a confusing thought. I hadn't really ever doubted my gender before, but normal males couldn't carry offspring.

I took a deep breath and resumed the climb. In a few minutes, I was at Scorch's cave, We had done this so many times that was eagerly waiting for me, laying on his side and sporting a rock-hard erection, left clearly on view to entice me. That much it did accomplish; I found myself salivating at the thought of having it inside me again, just like yesterday, the day before that, and so on, but upon seeing my serious expression, he got up and walked to meet me.

We ended up laying cuddled up in his cave without anything sexual for once, with him curled up and a wing draped over me. His scales weren't very warm, but with how they reflected my own heat back at me, it felt wonderful regardless.

"Scorch..." I began, and he grumbled a soft hrrrm in response.

I wasn't sure how to phrase it, so I went with the first thing that came to mind, hoping that he'd understand it. "I'm carrying your offspring," I said. "Your eggs".

This seemed to pique his curiosity. "Eggs? Hrrmh, male..." he snorted, lowering his muzzle to my neck and taking a deep sniff, and then again on various spots on my body, tickling me with his snout. His heated breath felt so good on my skin. I wasn't sure what he was sniffing for. Pheromones? Would I smell different while his eggs were inside me? I didn't know; I couldn't smell anything except his draconic musk.

And then, he squeezed me tightly to himself in a sudden burst of affection.

"Rhmm," he murmured in his usual grumbling tone. He seemed to always grumble before saying anything, as if trying to adjust his vocal chords for human words. It was as endearing now as it had been the first time we talked. "Have bred you... can scent it" the dragon continued, pausing a moment, before nuzzling my cheek.

"Ride... fly away?" he muttered, roughly approximating a questioning tone. "Begetters won't like..."

Begetters? I had to process that for a moment. Parents? I had no idea where he'd picked that one up; I doubted anyone had used it for generations; maybe it was similar enough to whatever the draconic "word" for parents was for him to be able to guess it. I made a mental note to ask him later, but right now, I had other things on my mind.

"Won't leave my mate," he said, very slowly, as if not being entirely sure yet. I couldn't blame him, while he was older than me in human years, he was still a teenager by dragon standards, much like myself. Suddenly needing to take care of your offspring had to be a surprise. Or perhaps that was a human reaction, I thought, and I just couldn't tell what he was feeling from his tone. It could as well be how he spoke when serious. I'd have to learn to understand how Scorch thought if we wanted to have any chance of surviving.

"We'll have to, Scorch" I answered, stroking his belly. "Not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but before winter," I explained. "Do you think we'll make it? Survive, I mean..."

"Hrrf, yes. Will survive. Not... comfortable. But will survive," Scorch answered, slowly and deliberately, considering each word.

I found my hands wandering to his slit again, and found that his cock hadn't retreated all the way, not while we were cuddled up this close. It really wasn't the time or place to get mated again, but I couldn't help it. I was just too enamoured with him. If not in love, then definitely in lust. I didn't know.

The fact that he wanted it too was obvious, at least. That was proving to be our one truly shared language, as he licked the side of my neck when I began stroking his burgeoning maleness. For a short moment, hearing him reassure me that we'd be fine had been enough to sweep all my anxieties away, which of course left me feeling hot and aroused again. Just like every day before this one. I wondered if he'd sire more eggs in me, not knowing how that worked. But the damage was already done, so a few dozen matings more wouldn't hurt. Hopefully.

"Mrr," he growled, sounding playful and dominant again. "Want to mount you like dragon..."

We had done it before, so I knew that meant on all fours. I suppose it was appropriate for me as well, being a wolf and all, if not exactly the right gender. I wondered how we'd do it when my currently flat belly was swollen with his eggs, or if we'd do it at all. Oh, I'd worship his beautiful draconic member with my mouth if I had to, but the thought of going for weeks or months without having him inside me still frustrated me. Better enjoy it while it lasts, I told myself.

Of course, giving into that kind of lusty thinking was what had landed me in this to begin with, but I just couldn't resist my mate, even if he was closer to a wild animal than humanoid, which I was reminded of when he began, seemingly instinctively, bucking his hips into my warm hands.

Wild beast or not, though, he'd have to wait a moment to mount me like dragon. I leaned down wrapped my lips around his cock, once again taking in that intoxicating mixture of dragon musk and tangy, hot precum squirting onto my tastebuds. This was really more for my own personal enjoyment; Scorch appeared to always prefer getting straight to the mounting, but he let me enjoy his maleness orally regardless, knowing that it got me more excited.

I had discovered a lot of things about dragons during our sessions, or at least Scorch in particular. The meaty ridges of his cock seemed to be the most sensitive part of his cock, and the feeling of something tight, wet and warm slipping over them always seemed to get him twitching, dripping and groaning in no time. He quite enjoyed "tasting me", although in his case that meant him eating out my ass. He didn't enjoy receiving oral as much, but was okay with me doing it, and I had managed to get him to cum doing it before, although it didn't seem to satisfy him and usually he'd be nudging me into position for mounting the second he managed to get hard again. Finally, there was the centerpiece of the predicament; he seemed to really get off on the idea of breeding his mate - me - which was somewhat ironic for a gay dragon. Although it had initially remained a fantasy, or so we had thought, he nonetheless responded to me begging for him to inseminate me with bestial abandon.

I was sure there was more to discover about him and his sexual likes in particular, but all of those thoughts were annihilated in an instant when he pushed his tongue into my well-fucked ass, now a little looser, more adjusted to my dragon lover. I moaned around his cock and tightened my lips, sliding them over those ridges that'd soon be stimulating my prostate, drawing a grumble of approval from him. That was our little ritual; me worshipping his beautiful breeding tool and him tasting me, getting me relaxed, wet with saliva, and ready for mating.

Soon enough had me quivering with desire. I didn't really know how he decided I was ready to take him, but he was always right. Guiding me onto all fours while rumbling softly, he positioned himself above me. It wasn't a great position; with me so much smaller than him, it meant he had to squat down to really get inside me. He didn't seem to mind, though.

He started making slow thrusts, trying to get his cock aligned with my ass. I was thankful that he'd learned not to do the sharp jabs he had when we started; while they were probably fine with a female dragon, with fragile little me they hurt. Instead, he patiently felt for my hole with his cock, until he felt that yielding, hot flesh instead of fur, and that's when he jabbed. At this point I was well adjusted enough that it didn't hurt, and he slipped inside me like a hand into a glove. The fact that my body had adapted to my bestial lover turned me on something fierce, and I let out of a moan as he sunk deep, claiming me yet again.

Not that there was much claiming to do, really. I was his, through and through, and I hoped it was a mutual feeling. He started bucking his hips immediately, his ridges bumping through my sphincter and then my prostate. That was another thing Scorch had quickly picked up; if he fucked me with long, slower thrusts instead of short, sharp ones, it drove me wild, and he seemed to savour the feeling of me trembling underneath him. It wasn't just about breeding me; dragons were smart enough to find some value in pleasuring their partners, perhaps to make them more receptive for their wonderful seed.

Of course, his seed had already taken root in me. I didn't know if letting him breed me again and again would result in even more eggs, but the thought of being so heavy with his offspring that I couldn't even move was both fearsome and extremely arousing. The arousal, of course, won out.

"Mmh, Scorch, breed me again, make me fat with your eggs," I moaned.

"Will do..." he rumbled, almost sounding like a humanoid. Sometimes the words just happened to fall in place perfectly.

I could feel my insides heating up. I didn't know if it was just his copious precum filling me every time his cock twitched, closer to his inevitable climax, or something more than that, like an animal heat, triggered by our rutting. Maybe it was both, I reasoned as I lowered my upper body to the ground to rest my arms a little, my eager ass - and womb - freely offered, totally open and vulnerable for this draconic virility as he kept penetrating me with heavy thumps.

It was all wonderful, as it always was. Scorch's weight gently pressing against me, the way he started clutching around my chest possessively as his climax drew closer, making sure I couldn't avoid getting knotted. My own cock bouncing in the air underneath us with every thrust. I didn't even need to touch myself to spill my seed, I knew that much; the dragon was doing a fantastic job of building up that blissful tension each time he sunk back inside me. Soon it'd be too much, and I'd squeeze down behind his knot, my body eager for his thick, sticky offering. Unwilling to let him pull out just as much as he was to do so.

If this wasn't natural, I didn't know what was; clearly, we were meant to be lovers. Our bodies were made for each other. And yet everyone frowned upon it. Maybe they just needed to experience this for themselves, the animalistic - and yet somehow deeper - lust and love of having a feral partner. Surely, we were meant to let our dragons breed us instead of just riding them. Maybe one day they'd understand.

My mind barely felt like my own anymore. No doubt whatever physical changes had taken place were clouding my mind, but I was drooling at the thought of having this very masculine feral dragon stuff me even more full of his seed, and subsequently even more eggs. Driven by these instincts, fully bloomed compared to the time they were just fantasies, now threatening to take control entirely, I pushed back into the dragon's mighty thrusts, receiving his length over and over again, like a feral animal. Maybe that's what I was becoming, anyway. Just another animal, driven by the instinct to breed. Or in my case, to get bred.

Feeling Scorch's knot pop into me, I was reduced to inarticulate begging for his cum, even as I came, hard. It was the unavoidable chain reaction of sex; as my cum spilled onto the cave floor in thick, heavy spurts, I was also rhythmically clenching my muscles around Scorch's shaft, my very body mindlessly trying to coax out his life-giving seed. Mindless was exactly the right word; the pleasure coursing through every single nerve in my body was absolutely shattering any attempt at thinking, and the world was nothing but an azure blue haze of endless release for what felt like minutes. Scorch roared as he pushed himself almost painfully deep into me, no doubt as much a slave to the sensations as I was, unable and unwilling to do anything but give his seed to my thirsty body, to seed me as thoroughly as he could. Those chains of nature bound us both - bound us together - just as sure as ones of steel would.

With a stuttering growl, punctuated by heavy pants, Scorch came, every muscle in his body tensing to keep his length as deep inside me as he physically could. I swear I could feel the cum shooting up his shaft with each heavy throb, and I knew I could feel it as it splashed inside me, erupting from that bright red maleness, seeking to fertilize me even further. He bit into my scruff gently but firmly, holding me there as he finished yet another seeding. I don't know how long it went on for, but by the end I felt and looked swollen, as if I was several months pregnant. Most of it would gush out as he withdrew, but a lot of it would stay inside me, exactly where it belonged.

Eventually, as we both laid there basking in the afterglow of another passionate breeding, my mind started to clear again. Well, partially. That warm pleasant fuzziness was still there, a vacuous smile on my face as I rubbed my belly, but reality had begun to creep in. There was so much I still had to do before we could leave, but two days should be enough, I thought. I would need food, tools, and...

I fell asleep then and there, Scorch still locked inside me, into a hazy fog of dreams. I was exhausted from the sex and lack of sleep, and exhaustion always turns my dreams even more bizarre than usual. I dreamt that I had ran away with my dragon, and realized I had to go to school. After running through the woods, which happened to be next door to said school, I found that I was a dragon, and couldn't fit through the door. The dream shifted. I was a half-dragon now, sitting in class, but nobody was making fun of me; I was being treated just like any other person.

If only things were like that in the waking world. Maybe they could be. That's the one detail I remember best, because it felt like a good omen. Then construction work started outside and the whole building vibrated with a dull thump, thump, thump...

Thump, thump, thump. I woke up. it was still dark outside, although not for long. But Scorch was once again rutting his magnificent cock into my previously sleeping body. I didn't mind. I laid there, pretending to still be asleep, letting him continue, until my mate tensed up again with a quiet hrrmf, jerking inside me again and I felt a fresh load join his previous one inside me. I wondered if there was such a thing as too much. A point where I'd just burst, too full of his cum and eggs. I hoped not; it felt too nice to interrupt. Once again, I laid still until he was done inseminating me, the spurts slowing to an unfelt dripping and oozing.

The cozy, wet warmth threatened to lull me asleep again, but I had to resist it; I had to be back inside before my parents woke up. Pretending to wake up after his knot had gone down, I told Scorch I'd be back tomorrow, and pulled myself off his cock. What felt like a flood of cum gushed out of my well-used breeding home, even though I tried to clench my muscles to stop it. Maybe I was just too stretched out for now. Still, I knew plenty of it would remain inside me.

I eventually left Scorch's cave again, feeling the excess of his hot cum - whatever wasn't in my womb - leaking down my legs and getting my pants sticky and wet, despite my best efforts to get most of it out before getting dressed again. It was a little bothersome, but my parents would still be asleep, and I could get a fresh change of clothes.

In fact, I'd have to get more than one pair. I planned the next few days; I'd have to get as much food as I could, as well as any tools or clothes I'd need. I didn't doubt that Scorch would be a good hunter, having wings and all, but I wanted to be sure that we wouldn't run out of food before we found somewhere to build our... nest, I suppose.

I had very little idea what I was doing, but rather I packed in everything I could imagine coming handy. An axe, for chopping wood. A knife for making traps or defending myself if I had to. A few blankets, in case the nights were cold, and about a dozen tins of food. I hoped that Scorch could hunt for us once that food ran out; it wouldn't last very long for a hungry dragon. It was barely enough for me, no more than a few days. Maybe a week with strict rationing. Finally, I took one of my mother's pots, for boiling water, and a lighter to get fires going.

I paid no attention at school the next two days, being far too tired after working most of the night. Besides, it'd be the last time I saw any of it. No more classmates, no more homework, no more family and no more warm, comfortable bed. But no more judgemental assholes standing between me and my mate either. I suppose that in retrospect it was rather naïve of me to think like this, eloping with a beast. Then again, it was the kind of thing that teenagers tended to do, feelings before reason. Other than my chosen mate, it probably wasn't that unique.

Instead, what I did was study maps. I looked for the most isolated places while everyone else was learning whatever the class was. Looked for a new home, somewhere far away. It wouldn't be that hard; the nearby metropolis was the only big city, and with Scorch, we could fly far beyond where anyone usually went. My parents would probably think I ran away for the city, if I was correct in that they didn't know of my relationship with Scorch. Even if they suspected it, seeing that the young dragon was also gone, they'd be in denial about it and convince themselves that they were wrong; that's how unpleasant the thought of imagining their son not only being gay, but also a dragon fucker would be.

When I got home on the second day, I ate, drank a few too many cups of coffee, and then set to erasing my tracks. It was a weird state of mind to be in, though. Self-destructive, perhaps, in retrospect. Too many bridges burnt and not enough consideration for the future. I knew what I was doing, granted, but I couldn't stop myself from doing it. I sat there by my desk, meticulously cleaning all history, files and anything that'd hint at where I was going or what I'd be doing. I deleted all of my social media accounts without as much as a farewell, I wouldn't need them anyway, and it was better to just disappear than risk anyone coming after me. The consequences of that, I told myself, would be far worse than the alternative. That's why I didn't leave a letter, no sign of any sort. It'd just be me and Scorch, striking out on our own, and soon enough our children. It never struck me that I might not be ready for it.

I said good night to my parents and made the climb to Scorch's cave one last time, heavy rucksack on my back. The night air carried with it promises, yet also warnings. Of possible fates and destinies, perhaps known only to the stars, glimmering in the firmament like dragon scales.