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The last couple days have been very strange for Zhordon. First, he saved a dragon by having sex with the "monster", only to find out it cost him some of his life. Second, the same dragon asked to be his mate but only if he gives a satisfactory answer. The question being, how many years he was willing to sacrifice if it meant spending the remaining time with the dragon. Third, he showered with his long-time crush Hayder and found out Hayder has been interested in him for a long time as well. Now Zhordon is in Hayder's basement, surrounded by metal devices that look like instruments of torture.

"So, what exactly are all these things?" Zhordon asks, gesturing at the metal devices.

Hayder lets out a hearty laugh that reverberates against the stone walls. "No need to sound so worried. I've had all these specially made to help grow certain muscles. I'll give a demonstration." He walks over to a bench and lays down on it. Above him there's a bar with large metal disks on each end. He grabs the bar, lifts it up, and brings it down to his chest. Hayder repeats this motion a few times. "Zhordon, come over here and feel my pecs while I do this."

A smile crosses Zhordon's face. "No need to ask me twice," he says as he walks over to the bench.

Again, Hayder lets out a burst of laughter. Once Zhordon's hands are on his pecs, he starts lifting and lowering the bar again. "Tell me what you feel."

With an exaggerated thoughtful look on his face, Zhordon starts to feel up Hayder's massive, pillow-like pecs. "Hmm... hmmm... hmm... oh!" he stops for a few moments but continues to hum and haw while massaging the pecs.

"As much as I'd like this to continue, I don't want my clothes to get all sweaty, at least not yet. Not to mention we need to get you started as soon as possible."

With a smirk on his face, Zhordon says, "sorry, I just couldn't resist." He stops playing with the pecs and just rests his hands on them. "They're really hard but I think I can feel them trembling a little as you lift this bar up and down."

"That's what I wanted you to feel. It means the muscles are being put under stress, although for you it's not necessarily a good thing, so be careful of that." He does a few more reps then raises the bar and sets it back on the metal posts beside him. Hayder sits up and then stands, all the while giving his arms a bit of a stretch. "Now it's time for you to start. Follow me."

They only walk a few feet then stop in front of a large cloth covered rectangle leaning against the wall. Hayder grabs Zhordon by the shoulders and moves him so he's closer and standing right in front of it. Grabbing the cloth, Hayder pulls it off the rectangular object. Behind the cloth is a massive Hayder-sized mirror showing Zhordon's reflection.

Zhordon's eyes go wide. "I probably shouldn't be surprised but I can't believe you have a silver-backed mirror of this size. It must have cost a fortune," he says while marvelling at the mirror and the woodwork of the border.

"Maybe I'll get you one for your birthday or something, although a smaller one might be more practical," Hayder says with a smile on his face.

"Please don't. I feel bad when receiving expensive gifts. My polished metal mirrors work just as well and won't break if they fall."

Hayder just puts his hands up and says, "okay but I'm still getting you something for your birthday but that's enough chat. Time to get down to business." Hayder once again grabs Zhordon by the shoulders and positions him close in front of the mirror. "What I want you to do is take off all your clothes."

Zhordon gives him a disappointed look in the mirror.

"Hey now! It's not what you think!" Hayder gives Zhordon a playful shake. "I want you to look at yourself for the rest of the day so that way you can become more comfortable with your body. Once the month is over and you look in the mirror again, it will show you how much progress you've made."

"Okay, that's a pretty good idea," he smiles but doesn't start undressing.

Hayder stares at him for a few moments before saying, "I could strip too if it would help make you feel more comfortable."

"No, no, that's alright. Could I ask you not to look though?" Zhordon asks with a sheepish look. "I know it's silly considering what we've been through."

Hayder just grins as he makes his way to the stairs. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything," he says as he disappears from view. The door to the basement opens and closes, leaving Zhordon alone.

Zhordon stares in the mirror for a few more moments before starting to take off his clothes. It doesn't take long before all the clothes are off and folded neatly on the bench Hayder had been using earlier. Now standing in front of the mirror, Zhordon stares at the naked reflection before him.

The man staring back is six feet tall with light brown skin. He has some muscles from doing odd jobs but most of the definition is hidden under a small layer of fat. A frown forms on the man's face when Zhordon looks at his crotch. Between his legs is a pair of balls like any other but a below average dick pokes out above them. Compared to how it is now, the dick can more than double in size when hard but is still just shy of five inches.

No matter what I do it won't get any bigger so I just have to accept it and move on, Zhordon thinks to himself. What I can work on is my muscles so that's what I'm going to do.

Thinking about the two buff men in his life, Zhordon pictures their muscles on his body. Some nice bouncy pecs, strong arms, chiselled abs, tight butt, and thighs that could crush a melon. He flexes each part of his body as they go through his mind. I won't get to my goal in a month but with Hayder's help I'm sure to reach it sooner rather than later.

Zhordon continues to look himself over, even as time drags on and boredom starts to set in. His focus moves to smaller details and scouring every inch of his body to try and stay focused. "It would be nice if this place had even one window so I can tell what time it is and how much longer I have to do this..." Not even a single window appears in the wall so Zhordon takes a deep breath and continues with his task.

Eventually, Zhordon hears the sound of a door closing, followed by, "hey! How are things going down here? Are you still awake?"

Zhordon covers his crotch with his hands before speaking, "I'm still awake and things are going fine."

"Good, good! Now let me get a good look at you."

"Haven't you already gotten an eyeful at the bathhouse?" Zhordon asks with a raised eyebrow.

With a big smirk on his face Hayder says, "that was for pleasure, this is for business." The expression on Zhordon's face says he's not buying it. "If I'm going to be put in charge of your muscle development, I have to see what I'm working with, that should be obvious."

Zhordon just rolls his eyes. "Can't argue with that, I guess."

Hayder smiles and walks over to Zhordon to check him out. After looking over his sides and back, Hayder puts his arm around Zhordon's shoulder and checks out the front of his body in the mirror. "You're not in bad shape, so after a month with me and I know you'll be happy with the results." Hayder continues to stare at Zhordon's reflection as if waiting for something.

With a deep sigh, Zhordon moves his hands, uncovering his crotch and fully exposing himself to Hayder.

Hayder only stares for a few seconds before he leans in and whispers, "very good," and gives Zhordon's shoulder a few pats.

Zhordon shrugs his shoulders a little, yet has a big smile on his face.

"It's been a long day for you so I'm going to bring you something to eat. Just wait here," Hayder says with a wink before disappearing upstairs. Only a minute or so goes by before he comes back down carrying a huge plate of food.

As soon as the smell of the food hits Zhordon's nose, his mouth begins to water. "Roasted pork with sauteed vegetables and a side of spicy wild rice... You've really outdone yourself!"

Hayder laughs and claps Zhordon on the back. "I'd make a pretty good wife, wouldn't I?" Before the blushing Zhordon can say anything, Hayder continues, "enough with the compliments and talking, eat! It's going to be the last good meal you'll have for an entire month."

With wide eyes, Zhordon practically snatches the food away and starts eating before he even sits down. Despite the amount of food, it's not long until the plate is empty and Zhordon is sitting back with his hand on his stomach.

"I like a man who knows how to eat!" Hayder says, chuckling to himself. "Now though, I think it's time you got some rest. It's going to be an early morning and a long day ahead."

Zhordon stands up and makes his way over to the sleeping mat under the stairs. He curls up under the blanket and can only say, "goodnight Hayder," before drifting off to sleep.

Hayder walks over to the sleeping Zhordon. He leans down and caresses his face before giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight, Zhordon."

***

Unbeknownst to the peacefully sleeping Zhordon the first bird calls of the morning could be heard and signalled the end of his sleep. With a grin on his face, Hayder made his way downstairs and crouches beside Zhordon. "Wake up! Wake uuuup!" Hayder shouts as he shakes Zhordon awake.

"Wha-what?! I-I'm awake! I'm awake! Stop shaking me before my head falls off!"

Hayder laughs and pulls the still naked Zhordon to his feet. "Hope you're a fast riser, because once you're done this food the hard work begins," he says as he hands Zhordon a small brown bar about quarter the size of a bar of soap.

With a raised eyebrow, Zhordon sniffs the bar and asks, "this is food? Are you sure?"

Hayder laughs louder this time and says, "I thought you'd have that reaction. This is special Hunter food that will keep you full all day and keep your stomach from getting upset from the workout."

Zhordon shrugs his shoulders and takes a bite. A bit of a grimace crosses his face but he continues to chew the food. After chewing and swallowing the first bite, he continues to eat the rest of the bar. "It has a slightly unpleasant woody taste but that hardly matters considering how convenient it is."

"Good," Hayder says with a nod. "I have one last thing to give you," he brings the hand he was holding behind his back in front of him and gives Zhordon some white cloth.

Holding it up and stretching it out, Zhordon sees what he was given. "A thong, how thoughtful..." Still half asleep, it isn't until now that he notices Hayder is naked save a matching white thong.

The thong Hayder is wearing looks brand new and looks smaller than the one he was wearing before the shower. It still somehow manages to contain his melon sized bulge but reveals even more of his balls from the sides and the base of his dick at the top.

Hayder clears his throat, Zhordon's head snaps up and his cheeks turn a bit red. "Put it on and let's get started."

Zhordon does as he's told and puts on the thong. After a few moments of squirming he begins to get used to the string between his butt cheeks. "Even with the part between my cheeks I don't mind these." He grabs his bulge and adjusts it a bit. "They even help show off my package, not as much compared to yours but few can compare to you," he says with a laugh and a smile.

Hayder laughs along with him, "you're right but enough about me. There's one final thing before we can start." Hayder walks over to the chest that was at the foot of Zhordon's sleeping mat. After opening it and looking inside for a couple seconds, he returns with a large jar of bright orange cream. "Before you ask, this will help your muscles heal and prevent them from getting sore. It's the only way you can exercise all day and get great results even in a month."

"If that's the case I'm not even going to bother ask how much this stuff costs because I probably don't want to know." Zhordon spreads his legs and lifts his arms up, "I'll let you put it on since you know what you're doing."

With a smirk on his face, Hayder scoops a tiny bit of cream from the jar and begins spreading it on Zhordon's body. "Are you sure that's the real reason or do you just want to feel my hands all over your body?" Zhordon doesn't say anything but again his cheeks turn a slight shade of red.

Hayder went slower than he needed to but it still didn't take very long to cover Zhordon's entire body with the cream. "It's nice and warm, and I feel much more energetic than before."

"That's not all it does, it also tints your skin orange but that will wash out with sweat and a few showers." A smile creeps across his face. "Strange, it also seems to have an arousing effect," he says as he points to the tent formed in Zhordon's thong, "although I seem to be suffering the same fate so maybe it's something else." Just as he said, a tent has formed in his thong, except his is much more noticeable and threatens to rip the cloth.

Zhordon looks down at Hayder's bulge but decides not to linger too long or he'll make his worse. "Are we all done with preparations?"

Hayder smirks but doesn't say anything more about their bulges. "Yes, preparations are all done. Now, I'll tell you the general exercise plan. Five days on the upper body, five on the core, and five on the lower body. Once that's done, you'll do it all again from the beginning. I'll show you the exercises and I'll keep track of the specifics so you just do what I tell you."

"Yes, sir! You got it!"

"Good to hear... Now get on that bench!"

The entire day is spent working out non-stop, with the only breaks being a few trips to the bathroom. Push-ups, pull-ups, lifting weights in seemingly every direction and many other exercises that Zhordon can't even remember the name of fill his day. It isn't until long after the sun has set does his day finally come to an end.

"You did very well to mentally last all day. You've definitely earned your rest," Hayder says with a proud smile.

"Thanks," is all a sweaty and weary-looking Zhordon says as he makes his way to his sleeping mat.

"The first day is always the hardest, even with the cream. If you keep up the hard work it will get easier every day and... you're already asleep." Hayder walks over to Zhordon and covers him with the blanket. "I wonder if you fell asleep before your head even touched the pillow," Hayder says as he caresses Zhodon's face again and gives his forehead a kiss.

***

Just like yesterday, Hayder shakes Zhordon awake, gives him a bar of food, and rubs his body down with the cream. The rest of the day is spent working out, doing the same exercises as yesterday but this time with increased weight and more reps and sets. Once again, Hayder tells him the day is over and he passes out on his sleeping mat and Hayder gives him a goodnight kiss.

Day after day the pattern repeats. The only change in routine is when switching from upper body to core, then core to lower body. Weight, sets and reps get set back a little when switching but Zhordon catches up faster each time. After having spent fifteen days working out non-stop in Hayder's basement, Zhordon is no longer instantly passing out when the day is done. Just like Hayder said, each day got a little easier.

"Congratulations, you made it to the half-way point," Hayder says as he sits on the chest by the occupied sleeping mat. "The first half was the uphill climb but the second half is going to be the downhill coast, now that you're mentally use to this."

"Thank you. For the first few days I didn't think I would last this long. Not being able to tell the time was the worst part but I have you to thank for keeping me going. I couldn't have done it without you, literally," he says with a smile but Hayder tries to wave it off, probably to keep himself from blushing.

They both sit in silence for a few minutes before Zhordon speaks. "Since it's the halfway point, that means the moon is full, right?"

Hayder nods in response.

There's a long pause before Zhordon says, "there's something special I want to show you in the forest."

A big grin stretches across Hayder's face. "We don't have to go to the forest for you to show me your special thing."

With furrowed eyebrows Zhordon thinks, what's he talking about? Does he know about the lunar flowers already? Maybe he found them growing somewhere else?

Seeing his confused look, Hayder explains, "You showed your special thing to your friend while you were in the forest, right?"

Still with a confused look, Zhordon nods.

"When you came out of the forest you were walking pretty funny so I'm just guessing what your 'special thing' you showed him was."

Zhordon's confused look is replaced with one of disbelief.

"No one's going to bother us here so there's no need to head to the forest. I'll make you walk funny right here," he grabs his bulge and winks at Zhordon.

Instead of saying anything, Zhordon just pulls the blanket up and rolls over on his side and closes his eyes.

Hayder walks over and crouches down. "Okay, you win. I'm sorry for teasing you," he ruffles Zhordon's hair. "You're much too tired to be doing anything else today anyway. I doubt you'd make it to your house before falling asleep. When all this is done, you can show me this special thing and I won't tease you."

"Okay, it's a deal. Now let me sleep... goodnight."

Hayder stands up and stretches. "Goodnight," he says as he makes his way to the stairs.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Zhordon asks, making Hayder stop with his foot on the second step.

Hayder turns around and once again crouches down as he reaches the sleeping mat. This time he's less gentle with his caress and it isn't Zhordon's face that gets the attention. He leans down further and kisses Zhordon's cheek, lingering longer than usual. "Sweet dreams," he whispers as his lips brush the other's ear. He stands up and makes his way upstairs, wondering how Zhordon found out about the goodnight kisses despite how careful he was being. A Hunter outsmarted by a human... that's my boy, with that thought, a large smile appears on his face.

***

The next morning is the same as all the others, although this time it's back to the upper body exercises. The type of exercises isn't the only thing to have changed. Now that Zhordon has grown mentally accustomed to his routine, he can begin thinking about the dragon's request in earnest. I'll be lucky to live another sixty years, especially since I'm not wealthy. Most people's health starts declining in their forties so that almost guarantees that I'm in my prime for another twenty years.

Suddenly a loud, smack! Echoes through the room as Hayder slaps Zhordon's chest. "Focus! Your breathing technique is sloppy!"

Zhordon rests the bar on his chest and takes a couple breaths. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, be better." Hayder watches Zhordon as he resumes lifting. "There you go, that's much better. Almost thought you forgot something as simple as how to breathe."

***

Day after day goes by and Zhordon continues to think about the request and with far fewer smacks from Hayder. To spend my life with a dragon, not many people can say that... but it doesn't matter what other people say. It will be just the two of us against the world. His train of thought pauses as Hayder switches out the weight with a heavier one. Zhordon starts the crunches again and continues his thought. I'd easily give him the time from age forty to eighty, if I live that long. What's left is twenty healthy years. How much would I give? Half? More? I better focus, it looks like Hayder is getting ready to smack me.

***

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty," Hayder says as he shakes Zhordon's shoulder.

Zhordon sits up in bed and stretches his limbs out as far as they will go. "I feel so well rested today. Did you put some lavender in my pillow or something?"

"Nope, I just let you sleep in."

Zhordon's eyes go wide, "what?! Really?"

"Of course, don't you know what day it is today?" Hayder taps Zhordon's forehead, signalling for him to try and use his brain.

It doesn't take much thinking before Zhordon realizes. "It's the night of the new moon?!"

"You got it," Hayder says with a big grin on his face.

Zhordon takes a deep breath and lets out a long shaky sigh.

"Haha, it wasn't that bad was it?"

"No, I'm just surprised. It was a lot of work but it actually went by much faster than I thought." Zhordon's stares down at his body in disbelief.

"How about I uncover the mirror and you can get a good look of yourself."

With a look of excitement, Zhordon hops up and rushes over to the covered mirror.

"Remember the last time you looked in this mirror?" he asks as he walks over to the mirror.

"Of course I do, you made me look all day. I can still remember how I looked back then."

"Good, now you'll really see how much progress you've made." Hayder grabs the cloth and removes it from the mirror with a flourish.

The first thing he notices is the orange tinge his skin has taken on. "Wow. Now that I can see all of myself at once, the side effect of the cream is much more obvious. I can't really complain though, just look at the results."

Once average looking, his muscles are now huge. When flexing his biceps are almost as big as a grapefruit and his legs look less like logs and more like trunks. He flexes some more and bounces his own set of square, puffy pecs. "I can't believe I can bounce my pecs! I could just feel them up all day, they're just so squishy and fun to play with."

Hayder comes up behind them and does just that. "You're right, they are fun to play with."

Leaning his head back and resting it on Hayder's pecs, Zhordon practically moans, "it feels so much better when you do it, I'm already almost hard."

"I can see that," he says as he slides his hand down and gives Zhordon's bulge a not so gentle squeeze. "Sorry for interrupting, I just couldn't help myself. I'll let you get back to checking yourself out." Just like he said, Hayder removes himself from Zhordon and stands back beside the mirror.

After adjusting his package, Zhordon gives himself a bit of a shake to try and focus. He gives his belly a rub but instead of a belly, he rubs against his new six-pack abs. Flexing, they pop out a bit more. Giving them a few test smacks, his abs don't budge an inch. Just like his abs, his glutes are just as hard when he gives them a few good grabs. His butt is now bigger and rounder but has a nice chiselled and square definition. He continues to flex his muscles in front of the mirror until Hayder interrupts him.

"What have you been thinking about?"

Zhordon stops posing and gives Hayder a quizzical look. "What do you mean? Why do you ask?"

"For almost the entire second half of your training you've had this intense look on your face. I first noticed when you were doing your exercises; you weren't focusing and ended up losing form."

A long pause follows as Zhordon thinks of a response. "I guess I've been thinking about how short life is."

Hayder's brow furrows, "now that is a strange thing to think about at your age. What brought this on?"

"Have you ever met someone that you feel like you could spend forever with, even though you just met?"

Hayder looks Zhordon straight in the eyes and says, "I have," in an unusually quiet voice. He continues to gaze into Zhordon's eyes, who manages to withstand the intense look. "You're really serious about him, aren't you?"

"I am."

Hayder nods to himself and walks over to the chest by the sleeping mat. It takes him a couple minutes of searching around the bottom until he stands and closes the chest. Walking back over to Zhordon, he places his hand on Zhordon's shoulder and leans in close to his ear. He whispers, "I have a really good idea of what happened in the forest one month ago."

Zhordon tenses up and his eyes go wide.

"I could smell it on you, plain as day. Lucky for you I stopped by and was able to get you a spot at the bathhouse. If another Hunter had smelt you... well, you wouldn't have spent the month down here with me."

Zhordon turns his head and looks at Hayder. "You're not going to hunt him, are you?"

"No."

Zhordon breathes a sigh of relief.

"But..."

He tenses up again.

"Any Hunter would think twice about going after something that formidable. The real danger is them sending a message to headquarters and rallying the other Hunters."

"You don't think any Hunter has done that, do you?" he asks with a scared look on his face.

"You're the biggest lead so I doubt they'd let me keep you all to myself." He pauses to think. "They all know how often I come visit you so it's very unlikely any Hunter has been around your area for a while. I think you're both safe, for now."

Zhordon breathes a big sigh of relief. "So..." he starts nervously, "you knew who I had met in the woods and you're okay with the relationship?"

Booming laughter fills the room, "why do you look so worried? Do you think it matters what I think?" He claps Zhordon on the shoulder, "it's not going to be easy but it's your decision to make. You're not a child anymore and I'm not a parent you need approval from..." a smile grows on his face, "if you want though, you can call me daddy."

After rolling his eyes, Zhordon asks, "I know this probably isn't the best time to have doubts but is it safe to have a dragon as a partner?"

"Is it safe to have a human as a partner? It depends on the person, and dragons are similar in that respect. If you compare their traits to humans, you'll have a hard time finding anything humans are better at."

"Wouldn't that make them more dangerous?" Zhordon asks with a quizzical expression.

"It's a double-edged sword. With their superior abilities, they have a higher potential for doing both good and evil."

"Is that why they're considered 'monsters'?" Zhordon says "monsters" with much destain in his voice.

"Yes. All it took was a few bad ones to spoil the reputation of the others, and now they're almost extinct because of it," Hayder says with a sad expression.

"If something is more powerful than you and you can't control it, then get rid of it?"

Hayder nods with a grim look on his face. "That's the only reason a lot of monsters are classified as such. On the other hand, there are some who do some pretty evil acts, like torturing for enjoyment."

"I'll make sure I'm careful but I won't be scared or suspicious of him either."

"That's good. A successful relationship needs trust." Hayder fiddles with the thing he got from the chest in his hand. "Judging by your early words, you know one of the dangers... well, price of being with a dragon."

"I do. To continue living, they need to take life from another."

Hayder plays with the object in his hand for a few more moments before holding it up in front of them. A large opalescent coin with the same symbol on it that he was wearing when they met a month ago; jagged rocks emerging from the ground. "This will help you, one way or another." Hayder grabs Zhordon's hand and gently places the coin in his palm.

"What do you mean? What is this?" He gives Hayder a curious look.

"It's my Hunter's Token. Despite the simple name, it's one of a kind and very valuable. Every Hunter only gets one and it's the only way to become a Hunter."

With a shocked expression, Zhordon keeps looking back and forth between the coin and Hayder.

"I know you don't like the concept of 'monsters' or hunting them but there are many benefits. You make a lot of money and get access to rare substances like the orange cream you used while working out. The title of 'Hunter' puts you at the highest rank and very few can question your authority and actions, even something like partner choice."

Zhordon's eyes widen, "that would be handy."

"There's also a method of allowing you to live forever..."

"What?!" Zhordon interrupts.

"But it doesn't make you invincible and is extremely painful. In my long life I've never felt anything close to that level of pain... but it does get easier over time, well, a little."

While Hayder is talking, Zhordon's face turns into a grimace, then softens but then turns into a frown at the last few words.

"Another downside is that the process of becoming a Hunter makes you sterile." Hayder looks down at his huge bulge, "it's kind of ironic considering how much I have going on downstairs, isn't it?" he says with a bit of a sad look on his face.

Zhordon puts his hand on Hayder's arm, "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm glad that it meant I got to meet you," he says with a big smile.

Hayder rubs the hand on his arm and smiles back, "I'm glad too. Even though I can't have children I was able to be a bit of a father to you."

"Some of the things you've done aren't very fatherly," he says, giving Hayder a stern look as the Hunter had moved Zhordon's hand onto one of his huge pecs.

"Isn't that one of the benefits of not being related?" Hayder says with a big grin.

"You're terrible!" Despite what he says, Zhordon can't help but smile back.

They smile at each other for a few more moments before Hayder releases Zhordon's hand from his chest.

Zhordon's smile is replaced with a thoughtful expression. "Why did you mention becoming sterile? As you've probably noticed, I'm gay so I'm not going to be having children anyway."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that. The world is a mysterious place, who knows what your future might hold."

"What aren't you telling me."

"Wouldn't that ruin the mystery?" Judging from Zhordon's expression, he didn't much care for mystery. "Okay, okay I'll tell you what I mean later but this coin is of higher importance," he taps it try and add extra weight to his words. "This won't be easy but I've seen your resolve and you don't have to become a Hunter right away. The only time limit is your age."

"I don't have much to think about do I? This is such a huge opportunity that very few get, how can I say no?"

A proud smile stretches across Hayder's face, "I thought you'd say something like that."

Zhordon stretches his arms out and Hayder picks him up in a big bear hug. Hayder rocks him back and forth before setting him back on the ground. Seeing the smiling face above him, Zhordon reaches up, grabs Hayder's face, and kisses him on the lips. A few moments pass and the kiss is over.

The wide-eyed Hayder hasn't had enough and grabs Zhordon's head and begins to kiss him passionately.

Zhordon gives in and returns the kisses with just as much vigour, wrapping his arms around the muscular neck.

"Hold on," Hayder whispers. Before the confused look could even start forming on Zhordon's face, Hayder grabs his butt and lifts him up so they're face to face.

As he's being lifted, Zhordon quickly tightens his grip around Hayder's neck and wraps his legs around the muscular waist.

They stare in each other's eyes only for a moment before they begin making out once again. Not satisfied with simply kissing, Hayder opens his mouth and pushes his tongue inside Zhordon's. The two tongues wrestle and explore each other, mixing and trading saliva back and forth. Hayder's hunger and kissing intensity increases as he forces his tongue further into the other's mouth.

Zhordon is able to pull away for a few moments to take a few deep breaths but Hayder quickly locks lips again and resumes his intense kissing. Trying to match Hayder's intensity, Zhordon lifts himself higher so he can have an advantage.

Misunderstanding his intentions, Hayder helps lift him up but then let's him back down. He continues to bob him up and down, causing Zhordon's bulge to grind between his abs.

Although not what he wanted, the result is the same. Hayder isn't be as intense and Zhordon's getting more pleasure from the grinding. This doesn't last long as Hayder stops bobbing him up and down and lowers him onto something warm. Letting go with one arm, Zhordon carefully reaches behind and feels the huge rock-hard dick sticking out behind him. Looking him in the eyes, Zhordon says, "I'd really like to but I've already made my choice and we've gone too far as it is."

Hayder's lustful expression begins to relax and he lifts Zhordon past his dick and places him on the floor. "I'm very sorry, I got too carried away."

Zhordon shakes his head. "You don't have to be sorry. That was my way of saying thank you and trying to repay you for all you've done. I know it's not enough so I guess I'll just have to 'repay you' more in the future," he says with a wink.

Hayder lets out a ragged breath, "guess I'll have that to look forward to. Oh, I just remembered I have a couple last things to give you before you go." He walks over to the trunk and picks up some folded black cloth. "Here, put this on and surprise him with your new muscles."

Zhordon takes the cloth and spreads it out. "It's a cloak! I've actually been wanting one for a while, thank you!" Due to Hayder's still massive erection, Zhordon gives Hayder a quick hug from the side and puts the cloak on. "It's the perfect size. It must have taken a lot of work to buy this."

Hayder gives him a confused look, "what do you mean?"

"I mean, it must have been quite mentally taxing for you to buy something that covers so much."

Hayder puts his hands on his hips, "you better watch it, I have another gift for you but maybe I'll keep it..."

Zhordon runs up to Hayder and gives him a big hug while burying his face in his huge pecs. Looking up at him with his best puppy-dog eyes, he says, "I'm sorry, I'll be a good boy... daddy."

Hayder's serious face falters, and with a sigh he gives in. "What a naughty child you are. Guess that means I'll just have to punish you later... here, have this." He hands over the object to Zhordon. "It's a special metal vessel for your lantern stone, hopefully this one won't break."

"Thank you so much!" Zhordon goes to hug him again but Hayder stops him.

"Enough with the thanks. The sun is going to be setting soon so don't keep the big guy waiting."

"It's that late already?! I can't believe I slept that long!"

Hayder lets out a few laughs, "I can, you've put in a lot of hard work. Now go already!" He gives Zhordon a mighty smack on the butt.

"Ouch! You didn't have to do it so hard!"

A big smile forms on Hayder's face, "I'm just getting it ready for the pounding it's going to get tonight."

Zhordon's face turns bright red. He pulls his hood up and Hayder's laugh chases him as he runs up the stairs. Just a few moments later he's standing outside, breathing in fresh air for the first time in a month. Did the air always smell so good? He inhales as much of the fresh air as his lungs will allow. I suppose anything would smell good if you've spent a month in a room whose air is mostly sweat and musk. Looking at the sky he thinks, I shouldn't dawdle, Hayder was right, the sun will set before I even make it home.

Taking off running, Zhordon begins the trip back home. Once he reaches the village, he makes sure to stay away from the busy streets so no one will stop him to talk. Despite the path being poorly lit, he makes it through without any problem. Having reached the edge of the village, he picks up the pace to try and make it home while there's still some light.

The familiar green glow of a lantern stone marks his house amongst the growing darkness. "Thank goodness I made it. Just have to grab the stone from the basket and get going." The front door sticks like usual but with his new found muscles it proves to be of little challenge. The basket with the green glowing stone inside is right where he left it on the kitchen table. Zhordon grabs the stone and places it in the new metal vessel, which allows the stone to shine brighter than ever before. With the lantern stone now in hand, Zhordon closes the door behind him and makes his way to the clearing.

***

"I guess I'm the first one here." Having reached the clearing with no sign of the dragon, Zhordon decides to lay down and gaze up at the sky. "Guess I don't need this anymore," he says as he closes the metal vessel holding the stone. As he does, the clearing is plunged into darkness. I feel like exercising but perhaps I should take Hayder's advice. I might just have a rigorous workout ahead of me. He can't help but smile at that thought.

Despite sleeping for almost an entire day, Zhordon loses his fight against the gentle wind, soft grass, and the twinkling light of the stars above him. Even after falling asleep the dragon is nowhere to be seen but that doesn't mean he's alone. The lunar flowers have opened up, bathing the area in a soft, dim light. Among the flowers, the little moths covered in glowing pollen begin to flit about the flowers, keeping the sleeping Zhordon company.

Around an hour has gone by since Zhordon fell asleep. At this point sleep is the deepest and it is at this time that the dragon finally makes his appearance. If anyone had been there watching the area, they would have seen a dragon over seven feet tall suddenly appear out of thin air. When the dragon appeared, he did so standing over top of the sleeping Zhordon. After spending some time looking down at him, the dragon kneels down and gently sits down on his crotch. The dragon begins leaning forward, adjusting himself so their crotches were grinding against each other. With one of his hands beside Zhordon's head, the dragon is now face to face.

The dragon caresses the side of Zhordon's face, running his thumb down along his lips. Having reached his chin, the dragon gently grabs it and pulls it down, opening Zhordon's mouth. The dragon does the same and opens his large maw, causing some steaming saliva to run out and onto Zhordon's face and into his mouth. The dragon's tongue begins snaking out and stretching down. Inch after inch, it grows closer to the open mouth. Only after two feet of tongue has emerged from the dragon's mouth is it able to reach and enter Zhordon's. The large tongue quickly explores the other's mouth and starts to head deeper. Lower and lower the dragon moves his head but his tongue isn't retreating back into his but deeper and deeper into Zhordon's mouth. The deeper it goes the thicker it becomes, and so it starts spreading Zhordon's jaw further open. With his hand now free, the dragon begins stroking and rubbing the side of the head he was invading. The tongue has made its way far down the throat, making a visible bulge on the outside, yet deeper the dragon goes.

With all two feet of tongue now in the other's mouth the dragon is finally close enough to kiss Zhordon on the lips. He begins to kiss fervently, thrusting his tongue back and forth down Zhordon's tight throat. Even as Zhordon's sleeping body begins hitching for breath, the dragon just massages the throat he is violating.

With a start, the sleeping Zhordon wakes up gasping for air but unable to breath.

Even after Zhordon has woken up unable to breathe, the dragon kisses him a few times before removing his tongue.

Without the large tongue blocking his throat, Zhordon is finally able to take some deep breaths. Not noticing the extra saliva in his mouth, he ends up breathing some of it in, causing him to have a coughing fit, making even harder to breath.

The dragon helps him sit up straight and pats his back to help with the coughing.

Eventually Zhordon gets his coughing under control and is finally able to breath properly again. "Next time you want to kiss me awake, how about you use less tongue or even none at all," he says bent over with his hands on his knees.

"I am very sorry. I was so excited to see you I forgot humans have much smaller lungs," the dragon says with his head down, looking like a scolded puppy.

Not exactly believing him, he still says, "well I'm still alive but please don't try that again."

The dragon nods in agreement.

"Now, what is this about making me wait for so long?" he says, putting his hands on his hips.

"My nose had to get used to your smell."

Zhordon lets out a deep sigh. "I know I haven't bathed in a month but I'm not that bad, am I?"

"You do not smell bad at all; you actually smell very good but it is so strong I had to... clear my head."

Zhordon smirks at the dragon, "does that mean somewhere out in the forest there is a big puddle of pre on the ground?"

"No, it does not," he says in an almost upset and curt manner.

A little worried by the response, Zhordon says meekly, "oh, okay."

"It is actually closer to a lake than a puddle," he says with a toothy grin.

Zhordon laughs a little. "You really had me going there. I think that's the first joke you've made."

The dragon's smile fades and is replaced with a very serious look, which isn't too hard for him. Changing the subject, he says, "so, I gave you a month to think about my request. Have you come to a conclusion?"

Zhordon takes a few very deep breaths. This may be the last time I see the dragon he thinks, so he tries to mentally prepare himself for that outcome. "I've thought about it a lot over the past month and I've come up with an answer I'm satisfied with."

The dragon nods his head. "That is very good. No matter the outcome I wanted to make sure you would be okay with it."

"I want to spend at least ten years with you but I'd be willing to go as low as five. Is that acceptable?" Zhordon asks with clenched hands.

The dragon doesn't say anything and just continues to stare at Zhordon. After what seems like an eternity of silence, the dragon finally speaks, "giving a range is a bit unfair."

Zhordon grimaces but says nothing and continues to wait for the dragon's verdict.

"You did make it clear your preference is ten years," the dragon once again pauses but this time the wait is much shorter, "I accept your answer."

Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, Zhordon's face almost glows with happiness. He suddenly starts running at the dragon with his arms open.

Instead of a hug the dragon grabs him and lifts him into the air, spinning him around in circles. With a smile on his face he brings Zhordon close and the two embrace one another.

Zhordon wraps his arms around the dragon's neck and buries his face into the side. "I'm so happy. This has been the best day ever."

"This has been the best day, so far," the dragon corrects him and gives him a tight squeeze. "We will have many more days, each better than the last." Once a few minutes have passed the dragon grabs Zhordon and helps place him back on the ground. "Now, why are you wearing that?" he gestures at the cloak.

Zhordon spreads his arms out and does a little twirl. "Don't you like it? Or are you just wanting me to undress already?"

The dragon lets out a deep growl. "I have gone centuries without knowing the touch of another but now that I know what it feels like... let me just say this month has been... difficult."

With a smirk, Zhordon says, "such a patient dragon, I guess I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer then." He releases the clasp holding the cloak together and lets the garment fall to the ground.

"Oh."

"Do you see something you like?" he asks while flexing all of his muscles.

The dragon comes close and kneels down in front of Zhordon, making Zhordon taller than him. His hands begin feeling up the flexing muscles. Starting at the bottom of the legs, the dragon slowly moves his hands up, grabbing and squeezing every part of Zhordon. Having reached the butt, the dragon begins to massage it, with his fingers slowly making their way deeper between the cheeks. Not satisfied with just feeling him, the dragon lets out his long tongue and runs it up between the abs and pecs.

The dragon seems quite happy with licking every new crevasse the muscles have created. "I wouldn't mind having this kind of bath everyday but I want to give you something more," Zhordon lifts up his left arm and guides the dragon's head with the other.

With his snout pressed into the armpit, the dragon deeply inhales the scent. He lets out a ragged breath and presses his snout as far into the pit as he can. Breath after breath, he takes in the scent as if it's the best smell in the world. Once the smell has faded, he lets out the entire length of his tongue and licks the pit, covering all two feet with sweat and musk. Bringing his tongue back into his mouth, he moves his tongue around in his saliva to make sure every taste bud gets to experience the flavour. Once he's enjoyed the taste to its fullest, he swallows it all and an orgasm courses through him, making his entire body shake for a moment and his dick release a torrent of precum. His dick aches for further release so he removes his probing hands from Zhordon's butt and grabs his foot-long monster.

Zhordon places his hand under the dragon's chin and lifts it up to face him, "no, you don't get to touch yourself yet."

The dragon slowly and reluctantly removes his hands from his twitching dick. The pleading look in his eyes puts the phrase "puppy dog eyes" to shame.

Zhordon manages to resist the dragon's gaze. "I enjoy the attention you give me but your focus seems to be getting yourself off and not me. I think it's time to fix that."

Without hesitation the dragon moves his hand past Zhordon's thong and begins groping his package. Raising his head as high as he can, the dragon opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out.

Zhordon follows his lead and does the same. He brings his head closer to the dragon and lets the dragon's tongue enter his mouth. Grabbing the dragon's head, he gives him a kiss while he tries to wrestle the dragon's tongue with his own. While they're Frenching each other, the salty taste of his armpit begins to fill his mouth as he sucks the lingering flavour from the dragon's tongue.

The dragon suddenly removes his tongue and stops groping Zhordon. Instead, he removes the thong and slowly places it beside him, resisting the urge to start huffing it. He opens his maw and fits Zhordon's package inside. While it's inside his mouth, his tongue goes to work to lick every inch of the dick and balls. With his long tongue, he's able to wrap it around them, covering them completely and slathering them with thick layer of saliva. As the pungent taste mixes around in his mouth, the dragon shivers as another unintentional orgasm goes through his body and another jet of precum erupts from his twitching dick.

Zhordon pushes the dragon's head back, who's tongue tries to hold on to his package but eventually lets it go.

"Sorry, I am being selfish again. Last time you did not climax but this time I will make sure that does not happen."

Zhordon accepts his apology by laying down on the grass, waiting for the dragon to make his move.

The dragon follows and lays down on his stomach with his head right by Zhordon's crotch. Planting his elbows into the ground, he grabs and lifts Zhordon's legs, revealing the muscular butt to his eager tongue. Without warning, he sticks his tongue inside as far as he can in one motion. The sudden entrance causes Zhordon to sharply inhale and clench but the dragon barely notices and continues to push deeper. With the help of the extra slippery saliva, it doesn't take long until the entire two-foot length is inside Zhordon. Even as he's thrusting his tongue in and out, he's wiggling his tongue around inside, making Zhordon squirm and his belly bulge.

Zhordon moves his legs and puts them on the shoulders of the dragon. "There, now your hands are free."

The dragon takes the hint and quickly puts his hands to use. His left middle finger is forced inside along with his tongue to massage the prostate, while the rest of the fingers play with the balls. The other hand begins to jack-off the dick, while the thumb rubs the tip, using Zhordon's pre as lube.

Zhordon winces from the sudden insertion but having the head of his dick rubbed makes him quickly forget the pain. When certain spots of the head are rubbed, they make him tense and lean forward with clenched fists.

Being a quick learner, the dragon notices what makes Zhordon squirm the most and focuses solely on those spots.

With the increased pleasure it doesn't take long before Zhordon says, "fuck, I'm really close already!"

The dragon removes some of his tongue and wraps it around the dick, continuing to jack it off while also giving him a blow job.

"Fuck!" Zhordon's back arches and his toes curl as he pumps his load into the dragon's ravenous mouth. Even after his orgasm comes to an end the dragon continues to milk him for more. "Stop, stop, it's too much!" his body is practically curling around the dragon's head from the over stimulation.

The dragon seems to have got the message and finally stops his torturous actions. He removes his tongue from the now looser hole and brings it back into his mouth while his lips are still sealed around Zhordon's dick. Lifting his head up, the dragon doesn't leave a single drop of cum behind, only some of his viscous saliva.

"That's the first time I've ever felt something like that, we'll have to try it again!" he says to the satisfied dragon, who nods in response. "I hope it tasted alright and sorry I don't have as much as you."

"It tasted amazing but since it was such a small amount, I guess we will have to do this quite often."

"I think that can be arranged," he says as they both smile at each other. "Since you've been such a good and patient dragon, I think it's time I dealt with that," Zhordon points at the foot-long dick leaking a steady stream of pre.

The dragon almost looks a little bashful, "your scent is having quite the intoxicating effect on me."

"I can see that," he takes a deep breath and the marshmallow and vanilla scent of the dragon's precum fills his nose, "and I can smell it too." Zhordon leans forward and pushes against the dragon's chest.

Knowing what he needs to do, the dragon leans back, keeping his legs and tail out in front.

Zhordon slowly crawls forward and stops to straddle the large tail once he's reached the dragon's crotch. Starting from the base, he licks the pre from the underside of the tapered dick until he reaches the tip, which he gives a quick lick with his tongue. He begins licking and kissing the length of the dick. Once enough pre has started leaking out, he gathers it up with his hand and coats the entire dick with it. Now that the dick is fully coated, he begins stroking the shaft, giving extra attention to the larger rings and bumps near the base of his dick. Not wanting to waste the tasty pre that was flowing out, Zhordon decides to suck and stroke at the same time. As he bobs his head up and down, his mouth quickly fills up so he takes his first gulp. Just like last time, he can feel the warm precum heading down his throat and into his stomach. Wanting more, he uses his other hand to stroke the shaft while the other mainly twists at the base where the bumps are largest and most sensitive.

The dragon had been quietly growling with pleasure but with the introduction of the second hand, his growling became audible to Zhordon.

Now that Zhordon could hear the growling, he took it as encouragement and re-doubled his efforts. He tries his luck and continues to take more and more dick into his mouth, with the dragon unintentionally curving it to make it easier. Eventually he goes too far and gags but that doesn't mean he's given up trying.

Sounding out of breath, the dragon says, "no need to go that far and make yourself uncomfortable. It feels amazing already," his lolled out adds extra validity to his statement.

Zhordon continues but adjusts his movements to maximize the flow of pre, which hopefully means increasing pleasure at the same time. Twisting slower at the base, varying the speed of the strokes, and licking the flared edge of the head have caused the flow of precum to more than double. As his stomach starts filling up, his almost constant swallowing slows down and pre starts to run out and all over the dragon's dick and his hands. He lifts his head up and takes a few breaths. "I'm not just going to give you a blow job so I think it's time you put that tail to work."

"I think I know where this is heading. You are such a naughty boy," the dragon says, still sounding out of breath. His tail curves up and the end quickly finds its place between Zhordon's butt cheeks.

With his hands covered in pre, Zhordon reaches behind him and rubs the last foot of the tail with the natural lubricant.

Unable to see, the dragon takes a few tries to find the hole but with Zhordon's guiding hand, the tail finds its mark. His tail is closer in size to his dick but has a faster taper so the dragon makes sure take it slow. With the help of the pre and the stretching from the tongue, the first couple inches go in fairly easy. While Zhordon continues to service his dick, the dragon keeps an eye on his expression to make sure he isn't going too fast. A couple times he gets a bit too overzealous but it looks like Zhordon enjoyed it more than anything. Thinking he's gone deep enough; the dragon decides to try something different. He removes his tail then suddenly rams it in as far as it will go.

The sudden entrance catches Zhordon off guard. He ends up coughing out the mouthful of pre as he's pushed forward and deepthroats the dick. Only taking a short breather, he resumes the blow job and the dragon resumes with the tail fuck. Every thrust causes the dragon's dick to jump down his throat and makes his dick grind against the dragon's tail. Enjoying the new sensations, Zhordon moves in time with the thrusts to really start grinding and to take both the tail and dick as deep as he can.

For his final thrust, the dragon pushes his tail in as hard and as fast as he can.

The tail goes inside him deeper than ever before. The force from the final thrust causes his hands to slip and for Zhordon to take almost the entire length of the dragon's dick down his throat. Luckily, he manages to brace his hands on the grass before his face could smash up against the dragon. Pushing off the ground, he's able to free his abused throat of the dragon's dick. He coughs a few times and massages his throat as the dragon slowly takes his tail out.

"I think you are ready for the main event."

"Thank goodness, I don't think my poor throat could take much more of your girth." He lets out a few more coughs then clears his throat before continuing, "now help me onto that dick!" He holds his arms out, ready to grab the dragon's shoulders.

"Certainly," he grabs Zhordon underneath his armpits and lifts him up. Once he's moved him to the right position, Zhordon grabs onto his shoulders, and the dragon holds his butt to make sure he doesn't fall down. Although he still can't see, with all the lube and the stretching Zhordon's hole got, he manages to get the tip of his dick to slide in without much trouble.

"Can you let me take the lead for now? I'd like to get used to this so I can get the most enjoyment out of it, then you can take the lead and do whatever you want."

The dragon cracks a smile, "do whatever I want? I will give you the reins, for now."

Like last time, the constant flow of precum makes for an excellent lubricant and allows Zhordon to take most of the dick in one go. He begins to pump up and down on the dick and it doesn't take long until he's going at a pretty good speed. Every few times he goes down, the dragon holding his butt let's him go down a little lower. With the rate he's going it doesn't take long until he's far enough down that the bumps and rings on the dragon's dick begin going inside him. The rings feel great as they push past his hole but it's the bumps rubbing on his prostate that really get him to move. The bumps become larger the further down he goes and the further down he goes the faster he moves. With the bumps rapidly massaging his prostate, moans begin to escape from Zhordon's mouth.

With the sensitive bumps on his dick being massaged by Zhordon's insides, the dragon starts to moan in his own way. The deep audible growl seems to travel throughout his entire body, even to his dick where Zhordon could just feel the vibration entering his own body.

"Push me down, I want to go all the way!" he cries out to the dragon as he struggles to go past the final rings.

More than happy to lend a hand, the dragon shifts his hands up to Zhordon's hips. He presses Zhordon down with no intention of slowing or stopping until his entire dick is inside his mate.

The finally few rings stretching him out is the worst part. The dragon isn't being gentle so it means the pain is sharper but it also doesn't last as long. Expecting more, Zhordon is a little shocked when he feels his butt come to a rest on the dragon's scaly body.

"Judging by your expression, it looks like you are a bit surprised."

He smiles, "I am a little. You must have shrunk a fair bit for me to go down so easy."

"Oh? Am I not big enough for you? Want me to grow and really stretch you out?" his lecherous gaze almost rivals Hayder's.

Zhordon looks away as his face turns bright red, "you know what I mean! You're more than big enough, I'm just surprised by how quick you shrink." He turns his head and looks the dragon in the eyes again. "Once I'm done you can grow as much as you want, just make sure to stay in control or you'll get another punch," he flexes his large bicep to show he isn't joking. Even with my larger muscles I know there's really nothing I could do to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to me. Like Hayder said, I just have to trust him. Zhordon reaches his hands out and grabs the dragon's head.

The dragon does the same and they each bring their heads closer until they kiss each other. It takes just the one kiss for them to start passionately making out. The dragon wastes no time, pushing his tongue inside right away and wanting to go deeper.

Although his throat hasn't fully recovered from the first assault, Zhordon takes a deep breath and tries to relax. I did start the kiss so it only seems right to finish it.

Following his lead, the dragon snakes his tongue further down.

With a swallow, the tongue continues further and its thickness begins to fill Zhordon's mouth. The bulge in his throat isn't the only one he can feel. The dragon has started moving his dick inside him, making a large bulge appear in his abs. Leaning forward, he begins rocking back and forth on the dick, making the largest rings pop in and out. At the same time his own dick is grinding against the dragon and the dick inside him is grinding against his abs and the dragon. The pleasure from rocking allows him to enjoy the tongue deepthroat a bit more so he pulls the dragon's head closer.

The dragon opens his mouth wide and almost fits Zhordon's entire head inside. His long hot breaths blast Zhordon in the face, making him close his eyes and beads of sweat to form from the heat. With Zhordon's head in his mouth he bites down a little so he can't take it out. He then moves one of his hands to Zhordon's throat and begin massaging and squeezing the sides.

Zhordon's lungs have started burning and a pressure is building in his head but he continues to rock faster on the dragon's dick. Time seems to slow down to a crawl as his lungs cry out for air. His rocking slows as his body becomes harder to move.

Feeling Zhordon's heartbeat slowing down and his body becoming limp, the dragon releases more precum than ever before. He tightens his grip on Zhordon's throat and the flow increases even more. Even though Zhordon has stopped moving on his dick, he's right on the edge, just a few more moments and he'll erupt. He can feel the heartbeats become weaker and weaker but the thought of this unbelievable pleasure exploding through his body replaces all other thoughts in his mind.

Zhordon's heart skips a beat.

A flash goes off in his brain and he immediately releases his hold on Zhordon's throat and removes his tongue. A few quiet moments pass.

Zhordon takes a sharp breath in and coughs as a bunch of saliva escapes his mouth. A few more deep breaths and his breathing starts returning to normal.

The dragon puts his arms around him and pulls him in for a hug, careful not to squeeze too hard. He rubs Zhordon's back until his breathing is back to normal. "I am sorry, I will never do that again."

"I'm the one that should be sorry. I'm just a weak human, unable to keep up with you." He lets out a laugh, unaware of the severity of the situation he was just in, "can you imagine if I were a dragon? Just think of the sex we'd have!"

"Do not say that!" the dragon roars.

Taken aback by the anger in the dragon's voice, Zhordon immediately stops laughing.

"Do not put yourself down! This is entirely my fault and I will not allow you to take any responsibility for it, understand?!" he says in a booming and shaky voice.

"Yes," Zhordon says in a whisper.

The dragon brings him in for a tight hug and Zhordon hugs him back with all his strength. "You say you would have to be a dragon for us to have great sex but I will show you otherwise. Grab on to my shoulders."

Shocked by the sudden declaration and command, Zhordon panics but finally grabs hold of the dragon's shoulders.

The dragon moves his hands to Zhordon's hips and sinks his claws into the muscular meat of his butt.

He winces but he sees the look of determination on the dragon's face. Oh shit, this is going to be a wild ride.

The dragon slowly lifts him up and begins pumping him up and down on his dick. He doesn't go slow for long as he rapidly picks up the pace.

Zhordon can barely keep up, his feet often leaving the ground as the dragon takes full control. Even at this fast speed, the final rings on the dragon's dick prove too much, at least until the dragon steps in.

With Zhordon near the top of his dick, the dragon plants his feet firmly on the ground. He brings Zhordon down fast but at the same time, he thrusts his crotch upward and his entire dick disappears into Zhordon's tight insides.

Zhordon yells out in pain and pleasure. "Again, again," he says, sounding out of breath.

Over and over the dragon lifts him up and slams him down on his dick and every time Zhordon lets out a cry as the rings enter his body.

After a few minutes of intense pounding, his hole gets use to the rings and the pain is replaced with more pleasure. His dick starts to feel like it did at the bathhouse, coursing with electricity and begging to be stroked. "Faster! I'm getting close, I'm going to cum again!"

The dragon is more than happy to pick up his already fast pace. He doesn't lift Zhordon very high any more as the larger bumps and rings at the base of his dick are more pleasurable for both of them. The expression on Zhordon's face tells him he is close so he starts thrusting as fast as he can.

The unbearable electricity building up in his dick finally explodes. Zhordon falls over backwards but the dragon is quick to catch him. Every single muscle in his body tightens and his toes curl and hands turn into fists. A silent scream escapes his mouth as an ungodly amount of cum erupts out of his dick.

The constant stream of white paints the dragon's face and chest, although he tries his best to get most of it in his mouth. The stream of cum from his partner has slowed down to a few, but still impressive, spurts. Still hungry for more, the dragon moves his right hand and begins jacking off Zhordon's dick with fervour.

Zhordon's body twitches and curls up as the flow of cum increases. The flow isn't as strong as before but most of it still ends up on the dragon's stomach. Eventually the fountain of cum runs out and the dragon mercifully stops milking the sensitive dick. "Okay. That was the best orgasm I've ever had," he says out of breath.

The dragon raises his knees so Zhordon can lay back on his large thighs. With his hands free, he makes sure to scoop up all the cum covering his body and pour it into his gaping maw. Another orgasm shakes through his body as he swallows all the cum and begins licking off his hands. "This is the best," he says as he snakes out his tongue and licks all over his head. "Although, feeling the iron grip of your insides on my dick is a close second."

Zhordon lets out a weak chuckle. Looking down at his stomach, he sees it's bulging even more than the first time they had sex. "That month alone really got you pent up. I'll be overflowing in no time."

"Perhaps it is time to call it a night. We can do it again tomorrow and the day after if you are so inclined." Instead of rubbing the rounded stomach from the outside, he uses his prehensile dick and rubs it from the inside.

Zhordon rubs his stomach and can feel the dick rubbing back. "As much as I liked this, I don't know if I could do this every day." He shakes his head, "I'm not asking for more sex what I want is for you to cum."

The dragon furrows the ridges above his eyes. "I've already had multiple orgasms and your belly is fairly full of precum. Do you really want me to make you pregnant?"

With a big grin on his face, Zhordon says, "of course I do. I want you to pump me full with your seed and give me a big, round, pregnant belly." Zhordon puts his arms around the dragon's neck and pulls himself close. He stares the dragon right in the eyes and whispers, "take me, right here and now."

The dragon doesn't say or do anything other than stare back into Zhordon's eyes.

Almost a minute goes by and they both continue to stare into each other's eyes. This comes to an abrupt end when Zhordon suddenly finds himself laying on the grass with the dragon over top of him. Wow! He was so fast I didn't even see us move. He quickly regains his composure and says to the dragon, "I know you'll stay in control so you're in charge now big guy."

That was all he needed to hear. He immediately starts thrusting, faster and harder than ever before. With the strength and speed of his thrusts, a loud clapping can be heard when his body smacks Zhordon's butt cheeks.

Zhordon cries out and tries to grab the ground to keep himself from sliding away from the force of the thrusts. His effort proves no match against the dragon's immense strength.

The dragon slows down, but doesn't stop, and reaches underneath Zhordon's arms and grabs his shoulders. Now that he can't slip away, the dragon resumes his intense thrusting with even more speed and force than before.

Despite having gotten used to the dragon's size, it hurts more than ever. His cries mix with his moans as he finds pleasure in the pain and even finds himself wanting the dragon to hurt him more. Above him, the dragon has his tongue lolled out with saliva pouring out, running all over him. It isn't until now that he realises that the dragon must have been getting bigger, as his dick no longer totally fits inside him anymore.

Unlike last time, the dragon has far more control and instead of growing wildly, he stops until Zhordon can get use to the larger size. Every time he grows, it takes much longer for his dick to fit inside, that is until his latest growth. He can't get his dick to fit, not without hurting him.

"I want it all inside me, so do whatever you need to do to make it fit."

The dragon adjusts his hands and suddenly stabs his claws into Zhordon's traps. Zhordon cries out but at the same time his dick twitches and his hole clenches around the dragon's dick. The dragon growls in pleasure and even as blood starts to leak out from around his claws, the panting Zhordon nods for him to go ahead.

With a grin, the dragon shifts his position moving Zhordon at the same time. Instead of being horizontal, Zhordon's butt is now facing towards the sky and the dragon's dick is pointing straight down inside him. He slowly raises his hips until his dick has almost entire come free. With only the tip still inside, he spreads his massive wings and lays them as close to the ground as he can. Suddenly his wings rise up and the force causes him to slam his dick down inside Zhordon, who lets out a scream of pain. He pauses, letting Zhordon rest and get used to his girth while the dragon enjoys the iron grip around the base of his dick. He doesn't wait long before he begins pulling his dick out once again. This time he only pulls out to the first ring before using his wings to slam back into Zhordon. Over and over he continues his assault on Zhordon's hole, bringing his dick further out each time.

With each thrust the pain seems to diminish and the pleasure grows. The force of the thrusts has his butt cheeks raw and bright red but despite this Zhordon cries out, "harder! Harder!"

More than happy to, he easily adjusts his wings and increases the power. With his increase in strength, the clapping becomes louder but is dwarfed by the sound of his growling and Zhordon's moaning.

The dragon's deep breaths start to quicken. "Close," he says but only manages a few more pumps before removing his dick entirely then slamming the entire thing back in, one last time.

Zhordon lets out his loudest scream yet and begins to paint himself white as he cums another torrent of white.

The dragon raises his body to a kneeling position and raises his arms in the air in pose of victory. He lets out a deafening roar and a massive pyre of flame that shoots into the sky. As he roars, an eruption of cum begins to flood into Zhordon.

The flow of cum is so powerful that Zhordon can feel his guts being rearranged as they are forced to accommodate the flow. Despite the heat of the dragon's cum feeling like it's almost boiling, it doesn't compare to the heat coming of his jet of flame. Not only is the heat intense but the light makes the entire clearing look brighter than any time during the day. The orgasm he's having must be cataclysmic. His muscles are bulging so much I think they are actually splitting his scales.

The normally sapphire blue and charcoal black scales have moved apart in places to reveal the grey flesh underneath. Despite his growth his muscles look like they could at least be fifty percent larger than they should be.

The precum had made the bottom of his abs bulge out a little but now, Zhordon's entire stomach has bulged out almost a couple inches. Instead of worrying about his capacity or the dragon's scales splitting, he decides to join the dragon and roar with him. Taking a deep breath of scorching air, he lets out his best roar. The dragon is still on his first breath but Zhordon has to stop and catch his breath. I wonder if he can even hear me over his own voice? Before Zhordon finishes catching his breath, the dragon stops roaring and breathing fire. When he stops so does his torrent of cum, that is until he takes a giant breath powerful enough to move Zhordon's hair, and continues roaring, breathing fire and filling Zhordon with his seed.

With his belly now bulging out over three inches and filling with more and more cum, all he can do is try and roar along with him. He doesn't last long before his throat feels like he's been breathing fire too.

The dragon continues on, having stopped once more for a mighty breath. After a long time, his third breath finally comes to an end but this time he inhales much slower. He lowers his arms to his sides but keeps them bent with hands still balled into fists. This victory pose is paired with a huge, proud smile and his silver-white eyes looking like they're glowing. With all his roaring, he's still panting, although most people wouldn't be able to tell as his breaths are still longer than a human's.

After a while, the dragon's breathing is almost back to normal. He moves his large hands and places them on Zhordon's massive stomach.

Zhordon's stomach now sticks out over five inches at the highest point. "I'm so huge! It looks like I'm going to give birth at any moment!" his voice is quite hoarse but still full of excitement.

"As much as I would love for you to give birth right now, I am afraid we will both have to be patient and wait for that moment."

Zhordon lets out a laugh, "you make it sound like I'm actually pregnant!"

The dragon lets out his own gravelly laugh, "well that is because you are!"

Zhordon lets out a weak chuckle but realizes, "you're not joking."

The dragon's smile fades a little as he realizes something too. "Anything that can support life, a dragon can get pregnant... but you did not know that, did you?"

He shakes his head, "I didn't know that. I don't think we have even a single book in this village that says anything about dragons."

The dragon's beaming smile has faded and a concerned look has replaced it. "Well, this changes things." There's a long pause before he speaks again in a hushed tone, "if need be, there are ways of getting rid of..."

"NO!" Zhordon shouts despite his hoarse throat. After a coughing fit, he continues as the dragon stares on with wide eyes, "I mean... This is so much to take in. When I spent that month thinking about us, I never knew this was a possibility." He stops and covers his face and begins mumbling into his hands, "how am I going to feed him? What am I going to feed him?! Where will we live? It can't be here. Will I have to take up Hayder's offer right away? What..."

The dragon grabs Zhordon's arms and removes them from his face. "Those things are what you are worried about?"

"What do you mean? Of course I'm worried about those things. It's hard enough to raise a regular baby, let alone one that's a dragon... or part one. I don't even know how this works!"

"You make it sound like you want to have this baby..."

"Of course I do," he says looking away and blushing a little.

The dragon's long ears shoot almost straight up and his eyes look as wide as saucers.

"Maybe this is weird for a boy, but ever since I was little, I wanted to have children. That dream was slowly put to rest as I realized I was different and was interested in men instead of women." Zhordon turns his head and looks the dragon in the eyes, "I never thought I'd have children of my own, let alone from my own body but you've brought that dream back to life."

"That is wonderful news!" the dragon shakes Zhordon's arms with giddiness, "so why do you sound so worried?"

He takes a tired breath, "because most people spend a large portion of their life thinking and planning around having children, and I just don't have any of that. Not to mention how little I know about dragons, and now I'm supposed to raise one!"

"Everything will be fine. I have you and you have me. I know this will be hard for you and I know a pregnancy this soon in a relationship is not normal for humans but I will do everything I can to make this work." He lifts Zhordon's hand and kisses it.

Zhordon smiles and the dragon smiles back. "There are some things that only I'll be able to do, since you're a dragon and all, but with a dragon's help, how can this fail?" Although his hand's bigger, Zhordon still manages to lace his fingers together with the dragon's. His other hand goes to rub his massive belly and the dragon places his hand on it too. "Before we get too ahead of ourselves, what are the chances I'm pregnant?"

"One hundred percent," the dragon immediately says, practically interrupting Zhordon. "I have never heard of a dragon failing to get something that was able to get pregnant, pregnant. When it comes to humans, both males and females are able."

Still rubbing his belly, Zhordon asks, "do you know what this means?"

"Tell me," he says with utmost intensity.

Zhordon smiles, "it means you're going to be a father."

The dragon's smile puts all others to shame. The pride beaming off of him shines even brighter than his fire. "And it means you are going to be the mother of my child."

Zhordon smiles back and looks at his stomach, "I still find it hard to believe."

"There will be no doubt when you give birth."

Zhordon can't help but laugh at the dragon's matter-of-factness, although the dragon doesn't understand what's so funny and just gives him a confused look. "Will it be a live human-like birth, an egg, or something else?"

"It will be a beautiful egg and when you are ready, we will start the hatching process," he gives Zhordon's belly a few loving caresses.

"How large is this egg going to be?" he asks with a worried expression.

The dragon lets out a gravelly laugh. "You do not have to worry about that. I will tell you everything I know about dragons, but first I think it is time for you to rest. Would you like to lay down on me?"

Zhordon vigorously shakes his head and says, "absolutely! You're the comfiest bed in the world!"

With a smile, the dragon gently lays down and holds Zhordon so that he is now sitting upright. With some help from Zhordon the dragon slowly twists him around on his dick. Now that they're facing the same direction, Zhordon can lay down on his back. Like last time, as soon as Zhordon lays his head down on the dragon's massive pecs, the dragon moves his wings and covers him completely.

"I don't think the wings are necessary. This cum is practically boiling hot and is already making me sweat!" he fans himself for a dramatic flair.

The dragon shakes his head, "my seed will eventually cool so I do not want you to catch a chill. And the warmer you stay, the faster the egg will develop."

Zhordon lets out a defeated breath. "Well, just remember I'm not a dragon. I wouldn't want to get heat exhaustion while you're trying to protect me from the cold."

The dragon strokes his sweaty hair, "you do not have to worry. I will make sure no harm comes to you."

With a snicker, Zhordon replies, "except all that harm your dick, tongue, and claws did!"

The dragon lets out a defeated huff of his own. "I admit I got carried away in the heat of the moment. If you could just smell how intoxicating your scent is," he takes in a deep breath and lets out an uneven sigh.

"I know, I'm just teasing you. To be honest I liked how rough you were. I guess it made me think that you thought I was strong enough to take the full force of a dragon," Zhordon just shrugs his shoulders.

"I know you are strong. Just look at you," he gestures at Zhordon's belly, "you got impaled by such a large object and instead of being harmed you created life."

Zhrodn lets out a hearty laugh, "well when you put it that way, I guess I am pretty amazing." He turns his head and faces the dragon. "I'm proud that you controlled your size."

The dragon looks away in embarrassment but still looks at Zhordon. "I learned what to expect from our first time."

With a big grin on his face, he says, "see, I knew I could trust you."

"Does this mean I have earned your forgiveness?"

"You've done more than earned my forgiveness," he caresses the side of the dragon's face, and the dragon closes his eyes and leans into his hand.

The dragon eventually opens his eyes and says, "I think it is time you rest and let my seed do its work inside you."

"With all this pressure inside me, I'm surprised that it doesn't all run out," Zhordon grabs his belly and takes a laboured breath.

"The rings on my dick expand when I cum so nothing will come out, not even my dick."

"So you're saying we'll be stuck like together for a while?"

The dragon simply nods and smiles.

"I wouldn't want it any other way." It doesn't take Zhordon long to fall asleep with his hands on his belly and the dragon's arms wrapped protectively around him.