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Lindark had been trying to work up the courage to get some relief all day long, eventually going out to a bar, wasting some time, then finally approaching a big dragon that had looked him over at least once. The otter had chittered a bit in a nervous, cute fashion before starting to ask for him, ending up almost begging to get some relief from a stud like the tall dragon. He was surprised but delighted when the dragon offered to take him him home, and now he's just following along, into the cave. "Oh uh... do you have a condom?"

Hazarath lets the otter follow him to his home, and smiles to him as he gestures into his home. Seems to be a nice ottoman not too far away, plenty of room for the boy to recline on as he closes the door behind him. The drake, always in the nude, took little talking about fuckin' the boy to get a nice, solid erection going. Truth be told, he was having kind of a dry spell going, and this boy... not that he knows it yet, will be the perfect... receptacle for his pent up 'needs'. "Nope, but dun worry, boy... you just lie back, and when I'm about to pop, I'll just flop it on that cute belly of yours, coat it in my batter... and dun worry, have hot springs in the back." He offers a very trusting smile, hiding the fact he has no such intention. "And, great news... I actually am pretty spent... just able to get 'er up with any hope of getting in a tight pussy, so, don't you worry..."

Lindark was already feeling like he was going to risk it anyway, the urges were getting too strong with the big dragon so near, showing off that handsome form, making the otter squeak and squirm a little bit just from looking him over. The otter's ears perk up a bit and he smiles, chitting softly, "Oh, um... yeah alright, sure, getting it all over my belly sounds pretty nice too, especially getting to soak in a hot tub after!" He does look a bit less sure about this plan than his words suggest, but he's clearly too needy at this point to really think too much on the implications, and besides, the big dragon seems trustworthy... enough. The scent of dragon musk also helps him agree to forgo finding a condom.

Hazarath looks over the boy, nodding to him as he start to agree with him, the male slowing down his idle strokes, feeling a string of pre about to leak out... not in front of him! He licks his lips, and smiles. "Good to know, and you may use my hot tub all you want. Now, why don't you have a lie down over there..." He points to the ottoman again. "..and spread your legs for me. Oh, so you know, I may stop when you start to finish over me... dun wanna overwhelm you." ..more like overfill him... Anywho, he waits patiently, letting his dick goes as he waits for a more... promising form of stimulation, and a nicer place to empty his overly full nuts.

Lindark chitters softly and looks up to the big dragon, nodding, "Right... okay, sounds good, sure." He squirms a little in place, thighs rubbing together. He is in heat after all, no mistaking that scent, or the way it has him more eager and less cautious. He moves to the ottoman and moves to stretch out on it, arching his back a bit for a good stretch before settling down. He hesitates, but then as the dragon walks his way he starts to part those thighs, soft, thick otterthighs, good for swimming... makes him look like he's meant to be a breeder, too. "How's this?" he asks while 'presenting' his plump, damp sex for the dragon's inspection.

Hazarath walks with the male indeed, and when he's on his back, he looks over that form, unable to help sucking his tongue nicely. "almost good 'nuff to leave knocked up... ALMOST. But, dun worry, I know your plight. You just lie there, and enjoy yourself. He grins to himself, again, offering the male a pleasant, Officer Andy kinda smile, keeping it nice and professional looking. he soon slips up between those legs, getting to his knees as he uses one paw on one of those legs to hold him open, and uses his paw on his prick to press it into those folds. He only slips in the head, and an inch or so after, then places both paws on the ottoman, looking to the boy with a wink as he presses in slowly, not stopping until his overly full nuts rest on his fuzzy undertail. "Oh, damn... you are really in heat... let's take care of that, hmm?" He says before he pulls out, and sinks right back in, that pre that was -almost- leaking earlier, totally leaking into the boy now as he starts to fuck at a nice, slow rate... not too fast yet. He looks into the boys eyes, keeping a nice, neutral, trusting face as he works on getting off into the boy. "Some male, some day, is gonna love helping you make kits. You do feel lovely. Good thing I'm experienced in this!" He smiles. He's -half- right. He's experienced... in knocking up desperate lads and lasses that actually trust him!

Lindark perks his ears and blushes, eyes widening for a moment when the dragon mentions leaving him knocked up. But the quick reassurance plus his own aching need help smooth over that worry and he just nods, "Yeah, hehe, glad you like me that much at least." He chitters softly for a moment, watching that shaft easing down to his folds. He bites his lip as the tip nudges his lips and squeaks cutely from the first slow spreading. His webbed toes splay and his rudder thumps the big ottoman from the stretching feeling of more and more dragon shaft sinking into him. He squeaks out and looks up with wide eyes, "Nnngh, g...gosh you get thick!" he manages to gasp the words out, squirming against the big dragon, lifting his tail a little to rub against those balls some too. It seems rather automatic. He -is- an in-heat otter after all. He may say he is male but with a full female reproductive system, maybe he has all those instincts and urges to go along with it, too."Mmph, g...gosh yeah... take care of it. Rrrf, maybe someday I will, that sounds nice. Just... make sure you pull out, I'm allergic to the morning-after stuff."

Hazarath just keeps on slowly hilting in those folds again and again, soon seeing the juices are plenty flowing as he starts to close his eyes, really getting into it. He starts to get to the pace where those nuts of his slap up against that rudder tail on each new thrust. He pants out softly, already feeling that urge to blow in him, then he looks down to smile reassuringly once again. "Sorry, trying to keep focus. You know, think of non-sexy things to keep my promise." He could grow a 30 foot nose if he was Pinocchio. "Mmmf, I understand, not gonna get any swimmers from me, just a good, hard climax over me. Think of my dick as a dildo, nothing more." He tries to resist shuddering... he can feel that tingling starting already; he's not gonna last too long, the male speeding up just a bit more, hoping that he can set off the otter before he does. "How goes it?" He asks as he looks down again, that trusting look on his face again as those nuts churn...

Lindark was not ready for how good this big dragon feels. The feeling of that tip spearing in so deep is quite amazing, but then when pulled back, and those 'barbs' drag down his walls... lets just say the shiver that runs up his spine is noticeable every time, and his tail curls up against those heavy dragon balls quite automatically too, as if trying to coax the bigger creature to stay in deep. His body seems to want something different than his mind. He nods, "Heh, not gunna think of you as a dildo, stud, you're too big and sexy for that. Oooh, but you can treat me like an eager sextoy for you." He winks and chitters again, before another push stretches him around that heavy girth, causing his toes to curl and another tremble to run through him. "Nnngh, s..so amazing, that's how!" He is sure he can hold off, but he is in heat, and the dragon is big and sexy and so stimulating, and just as he relaxes for a moment to take a deep breath, he loses control. The otter bucks his hips a bit and grabs at the ottoman in his paws, a sudden and rather cute chirping squeak and moan slipping out of him before he starts to cry out properly in orgasm. He's a wet little cuntboy too, making a mess of heated nectar all over that buried dragon shaft.

Hazarath keeps on fucking, looking to the boy as he gauges how he is going under him, the drake trying to hide how much of an impact the boy is causing him, that climax of his own starting to draw closer each new thrust... how much the boy seems to trust the dragon, how innocently he allows himself to be taking... it's just starting to be all too much for him. But, he hides it outwardly. Keeping that poker face going on, and nodding to him as he smiles. "You know what I mean... now, it feels you are close, don't you worry, you just go right ahead..." as he speaks, those nuts pull up tight, the male clearly thrusts away, just waiting for the right moment. "You enjoy yourself..." then he whispers. "..as I enjoy it as well..." And then he feels that trigger he has been waiting for, the male not hesitating to slip his entire shaft to the hilt of that tight pussy, and those nuts draw up fully to his groin as that pussy milks him. There's a lurch deep in that cumming pussy as one wad fires off, then another, the male keeping that poker face going -even as- he's blowing his wads, idly rolling his hips as the two share a climax. "Oh, my, you sure needed that..." He comments as he finishes emptying about a cup or two of cum deep into the boy's womb... wonder if he'd notice.

Lindark pants more as he feels that big shaft still thrusting into him as he starts to climax. The otter looks visibly dazed in the midst of his orgasm, squeaking and squealing out cutely, pushed to a stronger release than he was expected by the way that big shaft is shaped, especially how the base of it really stretches his sex open wide around the four inch girth. He doesn't even realize he is rubbing those heavy balls with his tail as he tries to hook his tail over the dragon's bigger one. He chitters a bit and finally starts to come back to thinking straight again, or at least something close to that, squirming about on the ottoman, rubbing his sex around dragon shaft just from all that otter energy. "Rrrf, g...gosh you made me make such a mess, I've never felt so wet from an orgasm b...before. Mmmph, a..are you close too?" He softly gasps, still rocking his hips a little, quivering from release but trying to help the dragon get there as well, not realizing a generous loud was already poured out into his highly fertile womb. Perhaps once the big dragon pulls out and he feels the result starting to leak he'll realize what happened.

Hazarath just keeps on rocking, and notices the boy finally seems to be coming down from his climax, and the dragon goes from that trusting face to kind of a half smirking one as he just -pulls out-, going from fully hilted to entirely out, only to flop his clearly spent dick on that belly as he smirks. "I was close... then I came... you really should be less trustworthy..." He winks as he grinds idly, rubbing his spent cum, and the fem cum of of his dick onto the boy. "God damn, thought... that was a good one..." The boy may finally start to be connecting the dots, and feeling that load ooze out of his folds, the male just licking his lips as he looks over the otter lewdly, menacingly. "Might have to have ya back over for... seconds. After all, we wanna make sure those young of yours get well... seeded." He grinds his hips firmly at that last comment, and looks down to watch for his response.

Lindark moans and keeps rocking his hips some too. He doesn't want the dragon to cum inside him, but he does want to get the big guy off. He bites his lip and moans a little as he tries to push down the idea that he might let the dragon cum in him, maybe next time he is in heat... He pants a bit more and then squeaks as he feels that rake of soft barbs drag down his walls again, noticeably more messy too. His cute round ears perk a bit as he starts to get an idea, then he sees the big shaft pull out and drop on his belly, visibly streaked with his nectar, and something much more thick and white. He squeaks and his eyes go wide, "You... you... I thought you were going to pull out?! Are you -trying- to get me pregnant?" There is a noticeable squirm when he asks that, unable to hide how much his body, and mind too, are 'tuned' to the idea of being a breeding otter. He glares a bit up at the dragon but then blushes, unable to hold that upset expression, when feeling that shaft grinding along his belly, spreading around that mixed cum into his fur. "Nngh, seconds? But what am I going to do when... err, if... if I get pregnant?" He bites his lip, already looking turned on by the idea, embarrassed to admit it. He really seems to like the feeling of so much cum leaking from him too, if his little squeaking moans are anything to go by.

Hazarath chuckles as he keeps rubbing his dick over that soft fur, still twitching and throbbing... it's quite clear that, yeah, the drake blew a large one in the otter... but, he's able to keep on trucking. "Don't give me that, boy, you knew me from the start... you saw me, and how i didn't even bother with pants, and how big my nuts were - and still are. So, yeah... you wanna make sure we get those kids sated now, or later?" He asks, dick twitching, and still rubbing against that soft belly fur. He's quite a horny dragon, that's for sure.... but, he is at least giving the boy a chance to leave now, try to pop some Plan B pills, whatever... or ask the dragon for a bit more... assistance in his heat.

Lindark tries to be upset, he tries to look like he is offended by this, but he's not doing a good job of it. The big dragon can no doubt see the way those otter eyes drift down and watch how those heavy balls sway some while rubbing on his belly. How his hips squirm a bit with every little example the dragon uses for why the otter should have known. How his thighs rub together with every mention of making sure the otter is knocked up. "You... I, uh... you can't be serious..." He bites his lip and huffs, "Can you really... really pin me, take me... make me feel like I can't help it and... and tell me what I am for you, for a big virile dragon stud?" He looks embarrassed, but aroused too, and he is still panting in that dragon musk all this time too, just keeping him horny as can be.

Hazarath earperks, and looks over the boy, to look deep into his eyes, leaning down to where the boy can feel his breath from his nostrils as he looks deep into them, making sure the boy is certain. "One case of 'Can't sit; ass hurts too much' coming right up." He then uses his strong paws to grip the boy by the throat, then he lifts him off the chair, and tosses him, although not far, onto the couch nearby. Before the boy can respond to such a rough toss, he is already by him, dick leaking pre and nut, bobbing the whole way over. He then grabs the boy by the hips as he digs his claws in; not to the point of drawing blood, but, those tips are -on- the skin, pressing in slightly. The boy can feel that if he tries to escape... it would not end well. He props the boy off the back of his couch, using it to help aid the angle of his torso before he works with his hips, trying to find that sweet spot... then he finds it. "I'd grit my teeth, boy." He then just gives him a one two count, and shoves into him. He hilts before he takes a better stance behind him. The otter is able to grasp the couch, as if to hold onto it, to attempt to flee from him, the male shoving his chest into the back of the couch again and again as he starts to just partake of that sex. Not after breeding just now, not after the boy's pleasure. Right now, it's -all- about the dragon. It's his pussy, and he's partaking of it how he sees fit. The boy... heh, who cares about the boy. all the male wants os to finish draining his nuts, and he clearly is not gonna take no for an answer.

Lindark squeaks a bit at the reply of the big dragon, "I... I mean... I still want to sit, eep!" He yelps out softly as he is grabbed and tossed onto the couch, trying to scramble upright only to have the big dragon move on top of him before he can get away. His eyes are wide, looking a little worried now, although he does imagine if the dragon wants to see him pregnant, well at least that means he can't hurt the otter too much... Another yelp slips out as he gets pinned with those claws on him, holding him down, squirming as that big shaft lines up against his sex again. He barely has time to do as told, gritting his teeth, before suddenly that big shaft is plowed in, making her cry out through his teeth as he is stretched open again. He squirms about, but the rutting is so hard and forceful that it's almost a bit disorienting, and he kinda squirms in a way that further stimulates the dragon, rubbing his sex around that big shaft. His paws drag along the couch, squeaks and yelps slipping his lips as he immediately seems to be in over his head, but too overwhelmed to try and stop it, just holding on for the ride as he becomes a dragon's sextoy.

Hazarath can't help but soon just snarling and whatnot, doing usual dragon noises as he hisses and moans out. He stands proud behind the boy as he drives his nuts firmly into the boy's belly, as if it's a constant reminder of where those nuts will be draining soon 'nuff. He licks his lips, and stands properly behind the boy. He is fucking him savagely, but he tries to be efficient about it. he drives firmly into that backside, under the boy's tail, shoving him into the couch, as he pulls back, he pulls the boy away from the couch, back onto his prick before the otter gets shoved into the couch again. If the boy can even analyze it, that couch really isn't moving at all, seems to be... very, very sturdy. But, still, oh-so-comfy! It does move just slightly with each new thrust, just sliding a hair each new pump and shove of his hips. That dick deep inside the boy starts to leak pre like a faucet opened just enough to cause a nice, slow flow... It's clear that, combined with how tight and messy that pussy is, even a strong, horny dragon can't resist that pleasure as he starts to feel that buildup. He just snickers as he pants out. "Gonna get filled boy, you ready?" He asks as those nuts start to stop slapping his belly, starting to draw up nicely as he gets ready to finish in the otter on -his- terms this round.

Lindark is partially regretting his choice, and yet part of him is very much not regretting it at all, making him more wet, more heated. It wouldn't be too hard to imagine him even being more fertile. He is well aware that he can be a rather fertile otter when in heat, and that it really shows, but he hadn't considered how much the big dragon would react to that in such a strong way! He mrowls out a little bit and chitters as he is shoved into the couch again and again. He's very happy it is soft and cushiony, but he still tries to slow himself with his paws spread against the couch, not that it helps much. He's nearly two feet shorter than the dragon, and not built for power the way the big guy is, so he;s just along for the ride, on the dragon's terms indeed. He barks out in that otterish way and his ears flick a bit, twitching. He pants, "R..ready as... nngh, as I can..." he can't even speak with the steady, hard rutting, and the dragon can feel how that otter honey is drooling down over his shaft, the fertile cuntboy a plenty messy girl, too.

Hazarath snarls out, and then he grits his teeth as he feels that edge fast approaching... he then... slows down quite a bit, even as he gets literally pumps away from that messy ending. He grips those hips tightly, keeping the boy in his grasp as he lets his eyes roll back some, tongue lolling out. "Ah, fuuuuuck." He manages as those nuts pull up taught, and he pulls his tip right to the entrance of those folds, and just slides in agonizingly slowly. First couple of inches slipped in, lurch of his dick, throb of his nuts, and that first wad fires off. if it were outside, like he originally promised, it'll likely clear several feet, going -right- into that fertile cunt. Another inch or so, and then, again. Lurch of that dick, throb of his nuts, and a wad fires off, spreading over his tip as he does this again and again, firing off a wad of nut, spreading it with his tip, and keeps on pressing in. He's hilted, and pressing -firmly- against that cervix as a few lesser wads fire off, but these go -right- into that womb, the male making sure to give the boy what he actually wanted, but, didn't have the courage to ask. He holds himself there, dick spent, twitching firmly in the otter's backside as he starts to loosen his grip, and opens his eyes again, panting hotly. He holds the girly boy there a bit longer to make sure his nuts are drained, and simply pulls out again, taking the otter into his arms to flop on the couch they were bent over, holding him close. "Well, that certainly happened. Hope you got what you wanted, boy." He chuckles, paw razzing that head as his dick dribbles his nut all over the couch, still hanging loose as it makes the slow journey back into it's tubular home.

Lindark cries out again as he hears that snarl, his own vocalizations cute, but still so very lewd, too. He's not a sweet innocent otter, not with those sounds, he's an eager, lusty little ball of energy and aching heat. He gasps out and squeaks as the pace suddenly slows without warning, "W..wha... don't stop now..." He quivers, and his sex seems to tremble a bit around that big dragon shaft, too, as he doesn't realize just how the dragon plans to enjoy his orgasm. The otter finds out as it happens, and when he feels that first sudden throb and flex of the big shaft stretching him, he realizes it is happening now. He gasps from the first one, and he tries to hold it together but by the time a third wad of cum rushes in he can't, and he cries out with that lewd delight just like the first time, his walls squeezing and quivering as he orgasms for the big dragon while still more cum is being delivered. The nudge to his cervix coaxes out another squeak, followed by sharp gasps as he really -feels- the delivery of cum that time, making his paws flex, his toes curl, and his tail press around the dragon's side as if he was just trying to hold on to anything he could to help endure the sensation of being so generously inseminated. As he is put down he is left panting, and his legs are wobbly for sure, "I.. oh gosh I didn't want... nngh, maybe... maybe I did want it."