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The Truest Treasures

Areath's hoard was not mere gold and gemstones. The sleek, sinuous green dragon knew better than to solely care for the material, especially when this world was filled with such wonders, such potent magical items, spells, potions, and other objects of far greater value than mere material wealth. Thus as he landed back upon the mountainside which housed his cave, he let loose a proud, bellowing roar as he shucked the lifeless body of a formerly powerful wizard from where it was resting limp and lifeless upon his back, and with sharp teeth tore the satchel of his most prized magical items from the wizard's corpse.

The poor fool had thought he could make a deal with the dragon. Some magical artefacts in exchange for a vial of two of dragon's blood, and scales enough to form a suit of lightweight magical armour. The dragon snorted, rolled his eyes, and kicked the body over the edge of the cliff without a second thought. Plucking the satchel from where it had fallen in the ground, he trotted calmly back into the depths of his cave, ready to see what rewards he had reaped from this thoroughly successful outing into the lands beyond.

A transmutation stone. A wand imbued with powerful evocation magic. A ring too small for the dragon to wear, but from which he could feel great healing energy emanating. Potent magical items for sure, but nothing the dragon did not already possess. At the bottom of the satchel however, wrapped up in several layers of linen cloth themselves imbued with a mild form of protective magic, were some crystalline vials. Vials containing liquids of several different colours. Potions, no doubt, crafted by the wizard but left unlabelled. These were what drew Areath's interest most of all. For while he always sought to increase the size of his hoard, and while for some dragons it would have been greatly tempting just to add the potions as part of a whole new collection, he saw the greater wisdom in their use. If he could identify what these potions were for, what they did to him when imbibed, he would perhaps be able to use them to gather even more treasure from his next venture into the world beyond his lair.

One by one, his powerful form lying sitting upon its haunches and using his forelegs as tools rather than merely a means of ground-based propulsion, the dragon's long neck curved down and watched as he carefully un-stoppered the first of the vials. He dipped a single claw into the shimmering, pale milky substance within, and raised it to his nose. He inhaled, eyes widening slightly as he scented the magic rich upon the potion. He extended his tongue, knowing full well his body was immune to all poisons, and licked at the substance.

The hand around the vial vanished. It didn't blink out of existence, and the vial remained floating seemingly untouched in mid air as Areath chuckled softly. After about ten seconds his arm, and indeed the rest of his body became visible once more. An invisibility potion. Very useful indeed.

The next, from its scent alone, Areath could tell was a potent healing elixir. The one after that he very nearly smashed and ruined as he felt the strength of his delicate grip around the crystalline vial grow many times over within a split-second. And the one after that...

Areath's eyes bulged as he took in the scent of that final potion, shuddering and growling not in fright or concern, but in longing as he peered down at the rather unremarkable pale blue substance. He dipped a claw into the potion as he had with a couple of the others, and brought it to rest upon his tongue. He closed his eyes, swallowed, and... he cried out. The dragon threw his scaled head back in a strangled yet echoing roar that shook the cave to its very foundations, feeling within himself a desire, a longing that he had not known for decades, perhaps even centuries with this kind of ferocity. He was a proud and venerable creature. He cherished his hoard, he valued the things that made him happy and brought him pleasure. But, when it came to more tangible, physical pleasures it had been a long time indeed since the dragon had felt anything more than the casual, enjoyable urge to self-stimulate, and far longer since he had last felt a compulsion like this.

Magical or not, he wanted to breed. To fuck. To cum.

The feeling passed, of course, barely ten seconds later as the droplet of potion alone began to wear off and its brief effect upon the dragon faded. Nonetheless, Areath found himself panting where he stood in his vast stone chambers, trembling slightly as he peered down the smooth, pale yellowish-green scales of his stomach and bore witness to the long, thick, ridged erection sprouting forth from between the scaled slit just below the meeting point of his hind-legs and tail. He growled, half in amusement, half in continued longing as the residual arousal of those impossibly intense sensations carried him swiftly to a near full-on state of erection. His eyes turned away from his shaft and back to the vial of pale potion still resting within his forelimb's grip. He grinned toothily, imagining what would happen if he infected a castle's water supply with this potion. Picturing himself tearing open chambers and vaults with impunity, looting and claiming whatever he desired as his own from the Lord, the Lady and their court sorcerer as they and all their guards writhed in one vast orgy of unstoppable, unfathomable bliss.

He knew how useful it could be to him. He knew that the right decision was to keep it, to use it to further the size of his hoard in the long term. Every last drop of the dragon's ancient intelligence and vast wisdom told him that was the case.

Yet still, he growled happily, gratefully to himself as he lifted the small vial to his suddenly gaping maw, tilting his head back upon his long, thin neck until it was facing directly upward. And still he gurgled in pure, unabashed glee as he gulped down every last drop of that potion right then and there, tossing the soon empty vial aside and staggering, already grunting and snarling in bliss, towards the vast mountain of gems and gold within the depths of his lair that served as his bed.

Slumping down upon his side with a lingering hiss of pure elation, Areath craned his long neck down the length of his torso and nuzzled at his dripping, throbbing cock as he felt the potion beginning to take hold once more. His nostrils flared at the scent of his own arousal as a bead of glistening pre-cum formed at the tip of his shaft, and as his tongue swept out to slurp it up, the taste was so strong, so vivid in his mind it was almost like that of a female dragon's heat. Either the potion was pumping up the dragon's own pheromones to an impossibly potent degree, or he was simply becoming so receptive and susceptible to whatever hormones were already present that it just seemed that way. Either way, Areath's eyes rolled back in their sockets giddily while he nuzzled and rubbed and licked at the tip of his own cock, his whole vast body quaking and rolling around upon the gold and gems of his hoard like a playful puppy and his erection dribbling, dripping more and more of its ever increasing arousal all the while.

It didn't take long before the gentle licking at the tip of his own shaft, the irresistible compulsion to sweep up every last drop of his pre-cum as it drooled forth and to indulge in the pleasure those delicate licks provoked drove Areath to do more to himself. He hissed and snarled in pleasure as his cock flared and twitched violently, and rather than a little dribble of pre-cum a thick ribbon of his lustful liquids lashed across the length of his scaled face. He licked the underside of his shaft again with a giddy, almost giggling draconic growl, and writhed as he was sprayed by a more voluminous and potent streak of his own pre-cum once again. With every passing second, every passing lick now he was growing more and more sensitive, more unbearably and deliciously receptive to every lashing of his rough tongue. His pre soon began to drip and drool down his face as it coated him more and more liberally, until finally with a deep, frenzied gurgle of longing Areath was too overwhelmed by the scent, the feel, the sight of his own needy fluids spurting out across himself to hold back any longer.

Hunching over where he lay, no longer just craning his long neck downward but thrusting his hips forward to meet his sinuous neck and the wide open maw at its tip, Areath let loose a bellowing yet muffled groan of happiness as he swallowed his cock. He wrapped his scaled lips around its tip and began to press himself down upon it, to thrust against his maw and drive more and more of his cock into his own mouth. His scaled cheeks flexed, his neck muscles rippled as he gulped and swallowed, beginning to pleasure himself, to suckle and stimulate his own cock in a manner he had not done since he was but a century or so in age, young, greedy and back then believing that the only hoard he needed was one of creatures who could forever and always keep his cock either hard and throbbing or satisfied and soft until the next time he desired them.

The great green dragon bobbed and suckled upon himself without mercy, without restraint or the slightest trace of shame. Why should he have been, after all? He was glorious. He was beautiful. He was worthy of all that he had earned and a thousand, a million times more. He deserved this pleasure. The world owed him pleasure like this not just now, but always, and it was they who were failing him for having not delivered it, for having let him forget that such bliss could exist for so very long. Soon his muzzle found itself pressed up against the very base of his cock, and his back and forth, his bobbing, slurping suckling motions changed somewhat. Like a stallion hilted within a mare amidst the fields, like a dog buried and knotted deep inside a keening, whimpering, heat-stricken bitch, the dragon's eyes rolled back in his head as he held himself hilted inside his own maw, humping his hips forward against his muzzle as he suckled and licked at his cock, as he felt the muscles of his throat clutching around its tip, so long and deep was it pressed down his lithe, thankfully even more lengthy neck.

If that pleasure was unbearable though, if the dragon's desires were already overwhelmed and utterly unfathomable through that level of stimulation alone, it was no wonder that Areath's entire form convulsed as he suckled and milked himself to the inevitable outcome of such intense bliss. His limbs kicked and thrashed, raking through the mountains of gold and jewels surrounding him and scattering them all across the cave. His wings thrashed, beating at the air with such force that they tore great tapestries from the walls of the cave and sent precious items upon shelves hewn from the rock crashing and smashing to the lair's stone floor. His tail beat against the rocky floor below him with force enough to rend deep cracks in the smooth mountain's stone, and yet despite all of this frantic, uncontrolled motion, Areath's head remained locked around his pulsing, throbbing member as the dragon let loose a frenzied, bellowing, sticky gurgle when finally he began to cum.

Areath had tasted his own cum before, albeit not for a long time, but he did not remember it being so sweet. So... comforting, almost like a mother's milk in its rich warmth. For a while, an hour or more for sure, he thrashed and he kicked and he flailed as he lost his mind in the devastating intensity of that orgasm. That climax which began and then simply failed to stop, going on and on and on as the potion he had imbibed ensured that so long as he kept on sucking his cock he could not bring himself to stop cumming, and so long as he kept on cumming he could not bring himself to stop suckling upon his own cock. Even after that though, he did not cease cumming. His pleasure did not lessen or diminish in any way. The dragon's body was as helpless and greedy as ever in its need for those feelings to continue, and they did. But something in his mind, in the dragon's very soul seemed to change after that first hour or so of pure, enlightening orgasmic rapture.

He lay upon his side, occasionally rolling over onto his back, forelegs reaching down and wrapping around his tail, supporting his hindquarters to ensure he could remain hilted around his cock without a moment's interruption. His eyes lay half open, glazed and staring far off into absolute nothingness, unseeing, uncaring. A goofy smile curled up the corners of the dragon's lips, providing room enough for cum to ooze out between his teeth and drizzle down his chin from both sides of his maw. He lay there, sucking on himself, still, peaceful and calm in the warming, soothing embrace of constant ecstasy. Occasionally his hips bucked, occasionally he would gurgle or groan or hiss long and deep in satisfaction as a particularly potent ribbon of cum poured from his tip and lashed the back of his throat. For the most-part though the only motion visible upon his huge form was the rhythmic curling and flexing of his toes, the twitching of the tip of his tail in time with the throbbing of his member, and the gulping. The swallowing. The rhythmic convulsions of his throat muscles as he drank down his body's seemingly endless flow of cum.

Forget jewels. Forget gold. Forget magical artefacts.

Now, at long last and after many, many centuries of searching, Areath knew the truth. He knew what was really important, what was the only thing that would bring his ancient draconic soul true peace.

He hoped this feeling, this magically induced orgasm would never end. But, if it did... he knew what his goal would be in its wake.

To find more ways to feel like this.

To find more potions. More magic that would grant him this same, unceasing rapture and peace.

And even then, they were just the means to an end. The roadmap to the treasure, not the treasure itself.

The treasure was pouring itself down his throat even now. The treasure was pulsing within his muzzle as his tongue slurped ceaselessly at its throbbing underside. The treasure was humping his face gently.

His cock. His cum. They were the truest treasure that Areath had ever known. And for as much of the rest of eternity as fate and the Gods would allow him, that great green dragon would devote himself to them and them alone.

By Jeeves

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