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The sprawling building that had once been a bustling resort was now an aging hotel with half of it shut down thanks to the fact that a good deal of the hotel needed heavy repairs. Vivian was rather abashed at coming here, or at least she appeared to be judging by the rather embarrassed look on her face as she led him to a suite of rooms that were rather dusty looking and certainly had seen better days. They had once been used to house the near royalty of the wealthy, so they were large enough that the blue dragon was able to comfortably walk in the front doors as she held them open for him. The only light currently came from her flashlight that danced over the cloth covered furniture and cast shadows towards the back of it.

He kept his wings tucked down smoothly against the line of his back with a little flick of his tail along his haunches while he shifted his weight backwards. He wrinkled his nose while Vivian moved around him competently, her eyes flicking over towards him at times, but he kept his gaze away from her. It was easier since she was fully clothed to ignore the feelings that roiled through him that wanted to obey, but he found it better if he didn't watch her too closely. It seemed to relieve her as well since she appeared to be more confident without him staring at her.

“This will need cleaned up, but we can make do.” She commented and made her way to the back before swinging open a grey box. “We can control the power from here.”

“What if they come to see why I'm here?” He asked a bit nervously, reaching out with a forepaw to tug the length of the cloth off a rather plush looking chair.

“They won't, I asked to rent out the suite next to my room since I wanted space to work in.” She answered and glanced up at him. “They were just happy to rent out one of these rooms I think, it's supposed to be condemned.”

“Ahh...” Osran nodded his head understandingly at that, nostrils flaring just a little bit thoughtfully. “This doesn't feel safer than my warehouse.”

They had fled the warehouse and nearly gotten caught, just barely evading the security guards that had been watching for them. He had caught sight of one rather exhausted looking man staring at them as Vivian had been riding on his back for a portion of their escape. He didn't know what the man must have thought about the sight of a entirely nude female and a dragon fleeing into the night together. Certainly he had been on the news talking about it according to Vivian, something that made him nervous when he was in such an open place as a hotel. It left him restless as he dropped down onto his haunches and let the woman take control of things.

He curled his tail tightly around his paws while she gave a little bit of a smile back at him once the lights came on and revealed just how disused this room was. He didn't doubt the owners were relieved that she had been eager to rent out a bit of extra space, it was probably the first person in ages. He wrinkled up his nose and then sneezed some of the dust out which made her smile at him a bit more. That smile warmed him and he felt a faint edge of his training beginning to nibble at the back of his thoughts and made he had to struggle to keep himself from giving in.

They had spent the last several days in hiding as she had led him further away from the main portion of the city to a suburb that was large enough that they could be hidden away. It had been frantic since he had been living in a broken down storefront, but she had gotten him out under the cover of dark and found space that she felt would keep him hidden. In that time, he found that Vivian truly considered him a thinking being, he was treated as one, and it caused him to treasure the growing friendship. He had never had a friend before, he had not even really realized he lacked such a simple thing as a friend.

“I think the best bet will be to keep you in here, this place is so fallen down into disrepair that no one is going to come to clean it.” She said and began to pull sheets off of chairs and furniture. “That means you can relax for a while, they won't imagine us doing this.”

“I can't see the sky.” He commented and tucked his head down a little bit towards his chest. “I suppose that will be okay, but I wish I could be closer to the open air.”

“We need to lay low for a while, but you'll see, this will be comfortable for both of us.” Vivian began to fold up the cloth and then paused, her brows furrowing a little bit. “You won't need chairs will you?”

“Why would I need them?” He asked and swung his head around, snorting out a bit of dust. “I would crush them if I tried to sit on them.”

“True enough.” Vivian laughed and pushed the chairs back, clearing out more of an area for him.

He moved over and lowered his larger head to push the chair out of the way with a shove, pushing it up against the wall with ease before he worked to help her clear things out of the way. He knew he wasn't going to be using anything of the chairs and such, instead he reared up and began to stack them for Vivian as she directed him. He found himself quite happy to show off his strength for her, arching his neck in pleasure while he knew that she was watching him. He had never done anything like this for his Mistress, something so menial, but he found it quite enjoyable now.

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Vivian watched the drake gathering things about so easily and was impressed at the sheer power that was displayed in his body. He was larger and heavier than most other creatures that she had seen, but there was real muscle beneath the scaled body. He was supposed to have been designed as a pleasure slave and as a rule they were made with slight bodies that were delicate. He had been given a body that had real potential to it and knew how to use it. She didn't want to think about what had been done under the ownership of his mistress and what use she might have for that powerful body.

She found herself rather pleased that he had a strong sense of self, something that he displayed as he picked up a few chairs and dragged the bed away from the wall. He wasn't counting on her and taking cues from what she said, he was setting things up to his liking while she helped by folding up the bits of cloth and began to return to the room to something that was a bit more homey for the drake. By the time she had most of it cleared off, Osran was shoving piles of thick soft bedding onto the worn mattress and had even stripped a few of the chairs of their soft cushions.

“Making yourself a nest?” She asked, her lips quirking up in amusement as he used his nose to create a large pile of soft pillows and cushions. “I though dragons slept on treasure.”

“On treasure?” He blinked slowly at that and tilted his head curiously. “Why would I do that?”

“Dragons always sleep on treasure, at least in the stories they do.” She commented and pulled off a few throw pillows to add to his growing nest.

“Am... I not a proper dragon, then?” He asked and there was something worried in his voice that made her soften a bit and move a hand up to stroke against the line of the broad shoulder.

“Of course you are! There's no such things as proper dragons, they're just.. well they're just myths.” She offered as he peered down at her, his brows furrowed slightly so that the delicate blue scaling glittered in the light. “A collection of myths, really, so you're a proper dragon since you are a dragon.”

“Oh.” Osran didn't look particularly reassured by that, in fact, he only looked a bit more concerned as he nosed at his nest a little bit. “They didn't make me after those myths?”

There was a plaintive quality, some part of him was working and attempting to understand who he was. It was something she hadn't really thought about when she had rescued him, but he didn't have the same sense of self that she possessed. She had been born human, she had been born knowing what she was and had only had to sort out what sort of person she wanted to be. Osran had been created, and the moment he had been mature been put through a series of intrusive and violating training sessions. There were no real dragons, there were created ones, but they weren't like Osran. They weren't intelligent and aware, they were intelligent beasts that were on a level with a dog.

He must be confused, damn, he must be more than confused. _ She thought and kept her hand resting against the warm shoulder. _He's gone past everything he's ever known and is in another world entirely.

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“You're you. Unique and well... I think you're one of a kind.” She said, trying to sound reassuring. “There's little wonder that they're so frantic to get you back.”

“But, that doesn't answer anything.” Osran rumbled and let out a small snort, turning his eyes towards her. “Are there no answers?”

“I wish I had answers for you, truly I do, I only know what I learned from the corporation.” She offered, feeling as if it were lame, but there was no other comfort she could offer.

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Osran enjoyed the warm feel of the hand against his shoulder while Vivian was close to him, making him aware of her in a pleasant way that confused him. There was a small part of his mind that wanted to prostrate himself as if he were as submissive as they had trained him to be, but he found it easier to ignore as she kept stroking her hand along the line of his shoulder. It was more about friendship and companionship that caused him to try and find his way to say what he was thinking about himself. It was a struggle, because the concept was both important and somewhat distant at the same time.

“Did they not say why they made me this way?” He offered after a moment and dropped his forelegs down, the bed sinking beneath him as he did so. “Was there a reason I’m supposed to look like a dragon?”

“I… I suppose because your owner wanted you that way.” She said and her cheeks flushed a little as she moved her hand away and he made a soft noise and shifted in closer to her. “It didn’t really tell me the exact reasons behind why you are a dragon in shape instead of a horse.”

“But why give me wings and not allow me to fly?” He asked and was pleased when she returned the touch to his shoulder.

It was…comforting, and he was surprised to find out just how much he enjoyed that attention, relaxing into it with a soft noise low in his throat and relaxed himself into her attention. He had never been touched that way and it allowed him to relax his muscles with his head tipping downwards a little bit with a soft sight as he considered himself. He wasn’t even sure what he was, what had been mixed together to create him, which he had begun to contemplate with more and more doubt on himself. He wanted to be comforted, and Vivian didn’t seem to mind as she sat on the edge of his bed and stroked along his shoulder.

“I don’t know, perhaps your designer wanted to create the real thing.” Vivian said with a slightly contemplative tone, something that caused him to tilt his head towards her with interest. “I think that he created you well, though, you are perfectly proportioned, amazingly graceful.”

“But..” He stopped and drew in a breath, rubbing himself into the warmth of the fingers stroking delicately. “I suppose that is enough of an answer, at least an answer of sorts.”

“But not the answer you want.” She said shrewdly and stroked up, trailing along his neck before her finger tips brushed right near the curve of his horns.

The moment she touched there he was jolted with a feeling of pleasure and closed his eyes, turning his head to one side so that he was pressed into her touch. His mind was filled with questions, but she was stroking warmly against the line of the horn bases with a gentle caress that spread over the edges. She seemed to realize that he enjoyed the attention, rubbing back and forth while he shifted his tail about with a flick and curled around the woman who leaned backwards against him, the weight of her making his lips curl up in a very slight smile.

There was something marvelous about this simple action, the way the finger tips were spreading around the smooth curve of his horn. Her touches against the horn drifted down to that spot again and he swung his head all the way around. His neck was long as he extended his muzzle outwards to slip right into warmth of her lap in silent offering and plea for more of her attention. He wanted to be soothed, some starved part of his soul was drinking deep and luxuriating in it as her soft laughter vibrated along the side of his blue muzzle and some of her tension leaked away.

He began to purr softly, his throat was vibrating and thrumming loudly while she stroked the nape of his neck and he drew in the warmth of her scent. It was an erotic scent, teasing at the back of his mind, but he made himself concentrate on the fact that this was meant to be comforting. He rubbed his muzzle against her other hand and she reached out to stroke the bridge of his nose. Was this what other people felt? Was this how a person was supposed to feel with another person? He didn’t know, but he let every last muscle relax, even his wings.

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Vivian was amazed at just how gentle the dragon was beneath her touch, his soft voice rumbling in his pleasure while she stroked the delicate scaling. It felt almost velvety under her touch and she marveled at how perfectly made he was. The sensitive spot behind his horn was obviously more than appealing to him as he constantly arched and shifted backwards into the attention with the softest sounds. The warm scent of dragon on the air began to tease her nose and she was surprised at just how pleasant it was. It was like soft spices, sweetness mixed with the very faint taste of musk that wasn’t at all unpleasant.

She found herself breathing in a bit deeper while she traced over the scaling along his neck. The gentle touches began to drop lower by the moment as she found new places to explore and trace over as he purred louder and louder by the moment. His eyes were closed as he seemed to have forgotten his questions and instead began to simply bask in the fact that he was being caressed in a way that wasn’t demanding. Had he ever been touched this way? The videos had certainly indicated that he had been touched in quite a few different ways, but who would have given him this sort of tender caresses. The touch of a friend, not of a mistress.

“Perhaps we can find the answers together.” She murmured as the warm nose pressed against her stomach when she worked back up to his horns once again. “I’m sure there is more information out there.”

“Perrrrhapssss.” He murmured, drawling the words out before she realized that he was pressing his nose more firmly against her stomach.

Osran wasn’t abasing himself, he was breathing in her scent and rubbing gently back and forth. The light pushes rubbed up higher and she didn’t push them away, instead she felt a slight thrill as the dragon’s purr vibrated louder. His lips parted and the sound became louder, thrumming in her ears so sweetly that she felt as if she were basking in the sound of it. It touched on something primal in her before she realized that the dragging of the muzzle was lifting her shirt upwards gently. He wasn’t being pushy, but his eyes slitted open as he dropped his muzzle and flicked his tongue out to gently run it along the bare line of her stomach.

She shivered immediately, feeling the slide of the warm tongue darting outwards to leave a wet trail running over the edges. It darted out, the delicate touch pushed against the line of her navel and she curled her fingers downwards firmly. The scales were warming beneath her, growing with the scent that was filling her nostrils and she swallowed again. It made her cheeks flush a hot deep red and she realized that she was responding to it on a primal level that she hadn’t expected. It was calling to mind a flush of arousal that made her lick her lips.

The tongue darted up again and suddenly the slide pushed right up against the line of her breast and Vivian closed her eyes as the silken heat of the tongue rubbed along the soft mound. She felt her nipples tighten and she seemed unable to help herself as she shifted her weight back a little, feeling the press of the warm dragon against her back. The low growl vibrated out as the tongue tip swiped right up against the hardened line of her nipple and made her let out a soft sound. She couldn’t stop it, and he deepened his purr again before the teeth caught her nipples.

“Osran..” She said his name and her voice was rather heavy and husky sounding, the arousal building by the moment. “You don’t need to..”

“I want to.” He responded, not drawing his tongue away, instead he pushed her shirt up higher. “I owe you so much..”

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Osran knew what to do, his body was screaming for it as the warm scent of aroused female teased his nose and tickled every last part of his training. He let out a hot breath and flushed over her bare pale skin. It was a delight to see how her muscles were building up with a little bit of a shiver that arched and then drew backwards. He followed with his tongue twisting around the tip of the nipple and dragging against the pert taut nub. The sound she made was sweet in his ears, making his head lower just a touch to scrub his scaled muzzle against her, caressing her while the fingers ran down against the line of his neck.

She wanted him, he knew females well enough to taste that desire for him and he felt his body responding and growing warmer as he curled himself more tightly against her slender body. His cock was starting to bulge from his vent, pushing outwards as he began to grow heavier and larger, swelling outwards and twitching a little bit as he rolled his hips against the line of the bed before he felt the hands sliding up against his horns. He thought that she was going to pull him down, guiding his muzzle down between her thighs, but suddenly the push forced his head backwards away from her.

“No, Osran, no you don’t owe me anything.” She protested and drew his muzzle out with that grip on his horns. “You never owe anyone this. This isn’t something that is a coin for you to pay.”

“You helped me.” He protested and furrowed his brows slightly. “I am not saying you are my mistress, you said you are no mistress.”

“And I’m not.” She murmured and cupped either side of his muzzle as he tried to understand what she was saying. “I’m your friend, Osran, I believe in you, care about you. You don’t have to give me anything to keep me as your friend.”

“Alright…” He trailed off and shifted his weight again, the movement rolling just a little bit while there was a slide of her fingers down his neck, Vivian’s smile filling him with a strange warmth. “I would… enjoy it, I think.”

“I know,” Vivian murmured sweetly, that voice making his heart lift up higher and his breathing picked up the pace. “But not because you believe it is something that you owe. Friendship is not bought and sold.”

He blinked his eyes slowly at that, and felt as something brand new had been offered to him. It was something precious, something dear that he was going to hold onto and treasure, even if he didn’t quite understand all of it…yet. He would with time, and he didn’t know how long they would have together for him to learn the lesson that she was teaching him.

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Vivan tugged her hat a little lower as she walked along the sidewalk and did her best to ignore the fact that the screen beside her was illuminated with her own face. It was everywhere she looked lately as she was sprawled across the news as missing and at risk, a near man-hunt was out looking for her which made leaving almost too much of a risk. To manage this, she had dyed her hair and altered her face with a bit of makeup that made her look older and distorted the line of her cheekbones. It was her only hope that she wouldn’t be seen, and the only hope she had to give Osran a chance to actually live a life outside of being a fugitive.

It was obvious that they were using her face and her missing status to try and find the dragon without placing the genetically created being all over the news. If they did, it would be a panic, and they couldn’t afford that. By this time she had no doubt that they knew she was behind the missing dragon, especially since she knew at least two people had seen their escape together. It meant that they would hunt her down no matter what it took, and from there extract what she had done with the dragon. She didn’t dare allow Osran to leave the room, she had no idea what agents would be looking at every angle for them.

She had friends, some were powerful enough that she believed that they might actually be able to help, most especially a retired judge that was a renowned politician and activist. He had been one of the most outspoken voices for the growing genetic experiments that had been produced by the various companies as of late. It meant that he would take an interest in something such as Osran that was proof they were creating beings with real intelligence that were being forced into slave-like positions. It was her only hope at this point, to try and find some legal loophole that would take the dragon from property to a person.

It was a leap, she knew it was, but she knew that there was something that had to be done and soon. Every day that went by without the dragon being found, the more desperate they would become, eventually they would modify some poor creature to hunt him down. If he was captured and retrained, there was little she could do to help him. She had no doubt that the next time they conditioned him they would strip away everything that made him what he was now. Clever and interested, brilliantly dynamic and vibrant, and he needed to be saved. Somehow.

“Vivian..” The warm male voice rumbled to her the moment she stepped into the small isolated park that was tucked beside the shops. “I hope that is you, I’ve been waiting here for nearly half an hour.”

“Charles.” Vivian said, relaxing with a smile towards the older man with his greying hair and old fashioned hat. “I’m sorry, I tried to get away, but… things are getting difficult.”

“Yes, you are a missing woman. Though, it appears you are happy to remain so.” The man murmured, raising one his brows slightly. “I am going to assume the reason has to do with what you have been up to lately?”

“Yes.” She licked her lips and glanced around the small park. “We can't really talk here, we need to move somewhere more private.”

The older man raised his brow slightly, the expression looked a bit confused, but there was interest in his pale blue eyes. It made her feel a slight lift in her chest that she was going to be able to talk him into at least meeting Osran. She knew that he would be able to actually start something if he was moved to do so and all that would require would be for him to meet the dragon himself. One conversation and she would have a convert, but she had to be sure she could trust him first. Time, it would take time, and she had no idea how long it would be until they were found out.

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“It is far too small.” Osran growled, glaring down at the small device that was held in Vivian's lap.

The laptop was large looking in her hands, but he was towering above it and glaring at the bright screen that was displaying the letters for him. He tried his best to puzzle out what they were, and he had a good idea, but it was frustrating when he was looking at a device that he wasn't used too. The woman was smiling a little bit as she leaned in against his sides, pressing forward with a little adjustment so that he was more able to watch what was happening as the letters sprawled across the screen in a pattern that was actually familiar.

“They don't make dragon sized laptops.” Vivian said with a slight smile on her face, tilting her head back towards him. “I'll find a way to rig it up to the TV though so the screen is larger once you are more comfortable with it.”

It had been over a week since they had arrived here at the hotel and in that time he had found himself more and more irritated by being confined in the lair that he had made for himself. At first, he had slept a great deal and eaten even more, recovering from his escape with the aid of someone to watch over him as he slept. Eventually he wasn't so tired anymore, but that only made him chafe as he had nothing to do except watch the small TV that she had rigged up for him. That didn't give him any real mental stimulation and that was what he craved, which had led him to a natural leap to try and find something else to do.

“Osran.” He read and arched his neck a little bit. “It says Osran.”

“Which is easy, but what about these letters? What sound do they make?” She asked and her fingers flew across the keyboard in a manner that he envied. “Take your time, you have the alphabet down, but you need to know the noises they make.”

“Rrrr....” he growled a little bit, but settled his head down, nearly in her lap as he began to work through the letters.

Reading. It was something that he knew existed, but it was something that he had never imagined that he would be able to have for his own. He could read some things simply because he saw them time and again, such as on and off. It wasn't truly reading, but an understanding of what those symbols obviously should mean. He had wistfully commented that he wished he could actually read the things that Vivian was always looking at on her computer and it had appeared to shock her. He wasn't entirely sure why, but she had begun to try and immediately remedy the lack of knowledge.

Osran was pleasantly surprised and impressed with the eagerness that she showed when it came to teaching him. He had apologized for taking her away from her own work, but she had laughed it off and instead appeared pleased to act as his teacher. Since then, she had reserved time each night to work with him, never seeming impatient or frustrated by the fact he didn't have anything other than the most base knowledge of what he was doing. She rejoiced with his triumphs and comforted him when he was frustrated, which turned their evenings into something truly lovely and special.

“No, you don't want to say o, you want to say ohhh, like cot.” She amended as he worked past the next series of letters.

“Ahh..” He nodded his head in understanding before she turned to tickle just beneath the curve of his chin.

“Ohhh.” She answered back, eyes twinkling as he snorted in amusement before licking her cheek lightly.

“You know what I meant.” He said with a flip of one wing and adjusted himself, shifting his weight slightly and smiled as she nestled herself in closer.

Her body was so warm and intimate while pressed against him, the slide of it caressed against the slide of his chest and made him want to hook his paw around her so that he could nuzzle along her shoulder. He didn't, and she didn't expect him to want to touch her that way, which made him realize what she was trying to reinforce. He wasn't supposed to fixate on pleasing her, obeying her, he wasn't supposed to think of himself in terms of being some sort of pet to exist only for another persons pleasure. He was supposed to be his own being with his own wants and desires.

And I want her... He thought, sliding his gaze to her with a flush of real longing, not simple lust, but true warmth and emotion.

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There was no denying his feelings for her were growing, not extinguishing as she helped work him through his conditioning. Every touch she gave him made him feel like the dry soil soaking in water, he arched and sought it out, finding out that she even encouraged him to make bold with her and touch her in return. It was flirting, casual touches, but they empowered him a great deal and he savored moments like these while she worked with him to sound out each of the letters, coaxing and couching him.

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He curled his tail around her, giving a little bit of a flex as the tail tip pressed right against her stomach. She didn't try to push it away, but slid her finger tips over him, petting lightly and he drew his head in closer. The soft rumble vibrated low in his throat, thrumming faster and fsaster as he began to grow distracted by the warmth and scent of her. He marveled that his distraction wasn't one of anxious need to please her, but one of delight and anticipation as she leaned her head and rested her cheek against his muzzle as well. It was an invitation that he couldn't resist even though he was enjoying the fact he was learning.

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“Thank you.” He murmured softly when she took a pause, and the finger tips slipped down his tail. “You are an amazing teacher.”

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“I am a poor teacher.” Vivian chided likely, raising her brow up just a touch. “You are simply an exceptional student.”

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“I do try to be exceptional.” He teased lightly and then gave a bit of a snort. “Though I wish I could simply import all this knowledge into my head.”

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“And miss all this time with you?” She asked, and he flushed a bit with pleasure as Vivian tipped her head back against his side. “I wouldn't know what to do with myself!”

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He smiled and was careful not to show his sharp teeth as he did so, instead he reached his nose down and carefully closed the laptop. She didn't fight him as he turned his head and then slowly brushed his nose right against the curve of the chest. The warmth flushed out in a tease before he nuzzled up and pushed the clothing upwards. She flushed a little bit, but allowed him to touch her, even as she stroked up along the underside of his chin. It emboldened him and he felt his heart give a nervous flutter of motion before he licked out again. Studying could wait..

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Vivian felt the warmth of his tongue against her stomach and she didn’t push him away, it was a gentle tender touch as he curled himself around her. The way he positioned himself was one of welcome and warmth, not at all subservient or trying to ingratiate himself into her company. With each passing day Osran became more and more himself instead of dedicated to her and trying to please himself. He was soaking in knowledge, greedy for it, developing a curiosity and personality that made her realize that he was steadily starting to become his own person. It made her heart lift, even as she realized that her attraction to him was not fading through constant companionship beside him.

She had assumed that some of his sexuality was due to what had been used to create him and the allure of the newness of it, but it was his mind that enthralled her. The sight of his body and four legs were shocking, but it didn’t matter to her, what mattered was the fact that they were growing closer together. She relaxed as she felt the warmth of the tongue that swept upwards against the curve of her stomach, darting upwards with a slow drag that caused her to shiver in delight. Her body relaxed and she leaned into his attention before sliding his hand along the softer scales along the curve of his jaw.

The light rubs stroked as gently as he could, the tongue as soft as silk as it brushed against her while she moved her fingers down against his jaw and leaned downwards. She rested her cheek against the warmth of his scaling and relaxed, flushing a bit in enjoyment as the bed creaked as he moved to allow her better access. Her smile twitched up in approval as she realized that he was positioning himself so that the weight of his vent was resting against her, rubbing lightly in invitation.

He wasn’t thinking of just giving her pleasure, Osran was putting his own desires forward and she answered them with a soft slide of her fingers. She turned over, her laptop being pushed back further onto the bed as she stretched her body back into the warmth of him and his tongue slipped away. His broad forepaws curled up against her and he raised his brow ridges again with a tip of his head before he gave a little bit of a tug and pull that guided her up closer to his chest and began to help her turn.

“Helpful to have such a large friend.” She teased lightly as he turned to draw her hips up towards his chest, her arm sliding along his haunches.

“Is that a compliment?” Osran asked, his features flushed with a hint of purpling along his scales as he drew her closer towards his vent meaningfully.

“It is indeed.” She smiled a little bit and let his paws guide her before slipping her hand out to trace the bulge of his spreading vent.

He shivered and rolled forward in response, the tip of his cock slowly bulging the opening so that she was able to flick her tongue out to catch against it. The moment she trailed over him he shuddered with pure delight, his body stretching as his hind legs splayed open wider in invitation as he nuzzled up along her stomach again and then began to slide the tongue downwards right along the edge of the band of her pants. She flushed a little more and then slowly leaned forward to swipe her tongue outwards to brush the glistening tip of the shaft edging out. The slow caress catching under the glans so that he trembled in place with a soft sound, his paw sliding along the curve of her hip.

The scent of spice and musk filled her nose, sweet and alluring, making sure that she felt that instant surge of desire that rose up further in the air. It was a warmth that was spreading through her lower belly while the tongue dipped beneath her pants and the curl of the toes caught her pants. She didn’t stop him, her embarrassment was there with a little shiver that caused her to arch and then she pushed her tongue further along the length of the shaft. The sweet salty taste was a heady mixture that made her shiver and she smoothed her fingers downwards to coax the spire outwards. Not that he required much coaxing, his body was shivering with delightful tension, arching and shifting his weight forward.

This was what she wanted from him, the display that he actually wanted to have her give him what he needed, not simply responded to her need. His distracted movements darted lower before he dragged her pants downwards with a slow pull. The muzzle pushed forward and she shuddered as the tongue extended out with a slide that pushed right against her mound. He fluttered lightly, dragging over the edges before pushing forward to touch the curve of her clit. It made her squirm in place, her body shaking slightly as she slid her leg upwards to slide along the curve of the neck. She kept her attention on him, even through the pleasure, and slowly swallowed along the tip of the twitching glans.

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Osran shuddered as she caught the tip of his cock in her hot maw, his breathing began to come faster and he groaned out in pleasure. He shifted his weight, thrusting forward with a little bit of a roll, knowing that she would simply enjoy the fact that he was showing her what he wanted. He felt in control, which was a heady sensation for him while he let out a low growling purr. He rolled his tongue along her mound, pushing the walls open with a sudden roll that pushed the puffy lips open wider. He stroked lightly, gathering the wetness there eagerly, tasting it and feeling it spreading over the edges.

God she is perfect… He thought with a wild little surge as he felt a dribble of precum flush over the edges, flooding her maw.

Her hips rolled and the legs slipped along either side of her neck and gave a little bit of a flex upwards in response, the wetness so sweet. He couldn’t help but think about comparing her with his mistress, but it was his owner that suffered beneath that comparison. She didn’t shove herself onto his muzzle, command him how to use his tongue, detail how he should attend her. She let out the sweetest eager noises, shivering a little bit while she shifted with a trembling arch, not forceful, but as if she couldn’t stop herself from moving. She tasted sweet, so tight and vulnerable he could barely stand it as he swirled his tongue along the bud of her clit.

She suckled down his cock, the tightness working along him and wetly dragging backwards before the fingers dipped downwards. The gentle touches were building slowly, causing his girth to twitch upwards with a small quiver. The squirt of precum was swallowed down with a greedy little moan as he worked his tongue tip forward. The tip began to spread the narrow ring open and she shuddered, her legs flexing again while she muffled a low groan as he began to lavish that wet soft passage with rolling plunges. He coated her with his saliva and cupped the pert curve of her ass against him.

This was what he wanted, what he craved, some part of his mind was throbbing with this desire and it was only growing by the moment. He panted out a breath, his jaws opened up wide as he did his best to work his tongue slowly in and out. The slow rolls built on each other, rubbing with a flutter that twisted about, dragging backwards with a wet trail of her juices clinging along her muzzle. The hot breath was coming out over her before suddenly Vivian began to push her mouth down further, swallowing inch after slow inch, gulping it down as a squirt of precum flushed into her maw and she massaged right around the base.

The gentle pumping movements built up over him and he felt the wave of pleasure rushing over him as she used fingers and tongue both on him. Like in the warehouse, it was meant to pleasure him and that alone was enough to make him squirm in place in delight. His cock twitched upwards again, filling the maw with a rush while he dragged his tongue through her and felt her breathing faster in reaction. The small trembling movements were building up, contorting and twisting slightly in an effort to brace herself as he dragged his tongue all the way out and then glossed over her clit lightly.

The moment he touched her she pushed her maw down, the sudden press of the tongue made sure that she was pinning the stiff length right against the roof of the mouth. The sudden contraction and suckle squeezed, holding tightly while the woman let out a muffled moan. That vibration ran down the length of his cock and he clutched her with his paws, feeling the rush of desire rising up through him. He couldn’t stop it, his body was so incredibly new to this sort of play, unprepared to be beneath the touch of a woman that wanted him to feel pleasure. That wanted him to enjoy himself, not because it was a game, but because she enjoyed his pleasure.

It caused him to arch his neck and he realized that she wanted him to cum, she was suckling and pulling greedily, dragging backwards and pushing forward again. The smooth movements were pumping, the saliva was coating against the line of the stiffened spire that began to twitch upwards with a series of quivers. The movements were spilling out another rush of precum spilling out before she closed down greedily. The demanding hold sent another stream of need through his body. It hit him hard, causing him to shove his tongue inwards with a plunging press that filled her passage.

The sudden rush of pleasure was like a wave hitting him, the drake couldn’t stop himself from letting out a groaning roar of pleasure. His tongue pulled out with a wet noise, slurping back into his maw while he panted out heavily and let himself relax with a shudder of pure pleasure that ran down the length of his back. His cock grew larger, filling out and thickening as he let himself go and felt the eager maw suckling downwards. The swallowing movements were greedy and that alone was a thrill as he splayed his toes and the first hot rope of seed flushed up along the stiffened spire.

The twitches were sending out rope after rope into the muzzle, flooding the maw and pouring in deeper. He was shifting his weight forward again, a little trembling thrust forward while the weight of his cock startedto jerk up and down. The stiff line of the spire was rubbing and rolling through her maw as she lifted her head up and down, her fingers slipping down towards the base of the cock. Her fingers caught against him, squeezing warmly, milking the warm gooey cum and swallowing it down. Her tongue rolled right against the swell of the glans, swirling in circles delicately to keep him writhing on edge.

His tail crashed against the ground, slapping over the edge of the bed while she let out a low laugh. She pulled back slowly, swallowing another mouthful as her soft delicate fingers drew away. He shuddered again, letting out a soft whimper while he panted out softly and his wings twitched a little bit. His eyes closed to bare slits of amber that were flashing in the light. His low growls turning into purrs as his tongue lolled out and the juices coated his muzzle slightly as he shivered once again. His movements slowing as he came down from his peek slowly, so very slowly. His body beginning to relax with the afterglow and dropped his head down against her thigh.

“Hopefully…that helps.. the lesson sick.” She murmured breathlessly and licked her lips, causing him to flush a little bit as he looked down at her.

“I went too fast.” Osran fretted and anxiously began to nose her thigh again, but her laughter was rich and sweet while she moved away, sliding her hand to stroke his softening length.

“You didn’t.” Vivian murmured. “I think you did perfect with me, delightful and exactly how I wanted to end things.”

“But.. I didn’t last..” He protested and still felt an anxious edge as he nosed forward, panting out with a little bit of a puff.

Vivian sat up, shifting upwards with a little smile as she leaned against him, her fingers still lingering in a loving caress against him. She didn’t look upset, she was relaxed and the warmth was there in her gaze so that he relaxed a little bit more. She didn’t look as if she expected anything from him, a delightful change from how things had been before. Some part of him was still waiting for her to snap at him, something that would prove that she wanted to own him dominate him. Some part of him even craved that, but she didn’t, she treated him differently.

“You are amazing, Osran.” She murmured softly. “We’re just going to take things slow, you and I. For now, we have to continue with your lessons, if you can keep your eyes open.”

Osran mock snapped at her and quirked his lips up slightly with warm amusement and pleasure. Yes, this was what he enjoyed, what he wanted. To learn from her, in all things, even something so little as finding out what his desires were just as important as her own.

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Vivian watched Osran sprawled in front of the TV screen with a small smile on her face, a mixture of amusement and pride warring together as he mouthed the words slowly while he loomed above the keyboard. She had bought the largest keyboard that they made, but it was like a toy as he had to use the bare tips of his talons to tap on the keys. It was rather endearing to see how delicate he was to make sure that he didn't hit more than one key at a time, but he was truly talented at it now that he had a grasp of reading. He was still halting with it, frequently pausing before asking her about a word, but it was happening less and less often.

The door between their rooms was wide open and she always left it that way, making sure that he could poke his head into her part of the rooms whenever he wanted. It made him feel more secure, she believed, but it also helped alleviate the fact that she wanted to be around him. The more the hunt was being pressed for her, the more she needed to be reassured that he was actually still there. She had begun to grow more anxious that they would be found out, as she realized that they weren’t spreading out their search. They were localizing it, which meant that they were suspecting that Osran and she hadn’t left the area.

It enraged her that they hadn’t finally let him go. Why should they want him this badly? He obviously was intelligent and smart enough to stay ahead of them, he didn’t want to be owned by a woman who saw him as nothing more than a pleasure slave. She had to find a way to get him out of the city without being seen if she couldn’t manage to actually get him legally free. Charles was working, but it was obvious he was doing so with an effort at understanding a created genetic experiment was truly on a level with a person. Even with her promise that it was true, she could hear the doubt in his voice.

“I think I’m going to have to have you meet someone.” She spoke up, almost to herself while Osran peered at a screen filled with paintings and illustrations of dragons.

“Who?” He lifted his head as he asked the question, those expressive amber eyes fixing her with a look. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“It is…but they are starting to search for you with a bit more intelligence than hoping someone will just call it in.” She admitted slowly. “I have a friend who might be able to help you, but he needs to understand what you are.”

“He?” Osran lilted a little bit and his tail gave a little lash against the bed. “What can he do to help?”

“He’s got influence, and that means he’ll be able to really understand who we can approach in an effort to get you free.” Vivian sighed a bit and leaned her head against the wall. “The problem is, once we admit you exist, we are going to be fighting each and every step of the way to have the rest of the world see that.”

“If you think he is the best hope, I trust you.” Osran said plainly and with real honesty in his tone. “I just.. I do not wish to go back, Vivian, truly I do not. I do not want my Mistress to… to have me.. again.”

“Oh Osran…” She pushed away, her heart tightening in pain as she stepped towards him. “She will not, I promise, she will never have you again.”

Osran looked at her, a slight ghost of pain in his eyes that made her bleed for him before she reached up to capture his muzzle and drew it down towards her. He didn’t fight her, he dropped his head lower so that she could stroke along his cheeks soothingly. The very idea of seeing him put back through that conditioning was enough to make her see red, and she withheld herself, pulling back in on herself rather than indulging in feeling that fury. She leaned her head forward to press right against the line of the muzzle before he lifted his head up and his tongue flicked out.

Her anger melted away as he traced that delicate tongue right against the line of her lips and probed delicately. The gentle touch sent out a shock of pleasure and she leaned into his kiss tenderly. She had taught him how to kiss and it still delighted her that he sought out her lips with his large muzzle. It was not at all like he was human, his tongue was too large for that, but it was something oh so intimate. The tongue flicked out and suddenly pushed into her mouth so that her lips parted for him.

Her fingers played along his jawline, finding the sweep of the soft scaling there as he let out a soft trill and relaxed himself. The ghost of his worry slipped away as the heat and softness of that curling tongue found the most delightfully sensitive spots in her maw to explore. His breath came out in a rush and she tipped her head to one side, working her softer lips against the scaled muzzle. The rumbles were sweet sounding, making her lips quirk up as she drew in the warm breath of his musk and felt the heady allure filling his mind. This was a side of him that she was beginning to savor, one that left her feeling her skin warmed with desire and need.

It delighted her enough that they slid in against one another and forgot about worries for a long long time. By the time they were done, she had forgotten her concerns and fell asleep against the warm press of midnight blue scales against her body.

~ ~ * ~ ~

OSRAN

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The dragon stared at the screen in the darkness of the room and roved over the line of search results with a twinge of irritation and frustration. People popped up and various companies, misspelled words and repeated Osram flicked up onto the screen to try and correct his name. It was frustrating when he looked at the vast scope of the internet and nothing came up to give him any information on himself and what it was that he was supposed to be. Part of him had been perked up with the idea that he would type in his name and he would be greeted with a sprawling expanse of information.

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What does Osran mean?

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The next search result didn’t help at all, thought it gave him various ideas on where the name had come from traditionally. He tipped his nose down and muffled a sound of annoyance before he tapped out “What is osran?” and there was even less information. His tail twitched and he tried to keep it still in order to make sure that the sleeping Vivian didn’t wake up. She had fallen asleep against his side after her shower, her laptop fallen to one side as she rested with her head right against the folded edge of one of his wing sail. He had to keep his irritation contained as he sighed at the modified TV screen.

He had spent days researching dragons, drinking up the knowledge greedily as he had found some similarities there that had made him feel as if he were truly coming closer to understanding who he was. It hadn’t lasted, though, he had read books online about dragons that chose riders and fought dangerous creatures, ones that were more beast than intelligent. He had tried to breathe fire and ice, he had tried magic, but none of it had worked. It became painfully clear the only real similarities came to his shape and what he could call himself. It was bitterly disappointing.

I just want to know what I am. I can’t just have been some experiment. Someone had to know that they were giving me a real mind. _ He thought and scrolled through the second page of information. _This had to have been done for a reason.

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On a whim, and with a strange thrill of fear, he typed in his mistress’ name into the search engine and swallowed a lump in his throat as the return from the search engine came complete with a picture. The sight of her sent ghosts running through his memories and caused him to tense up with a shudder that ran down the line of his spine. It caused him to breathe out with a soft rush and he jerked his eyes away from the picture and started to look over the results. It was hard, but he hoped he might get a glimmer of why she had decided to have him created and why.

She was wealthy, no, that was wrong, she was one of the elite. He had learned what money was and had a grasp of what it meant when it came to those numbers. He curled his tail along the edge of the woman next to him and swallowed, but he read over his mistress’ bio nervously. The way that she had behaved with him wasn’t outlined there. There was not even a breath of what she enjoyed in the bedroom, no real scandal. Her life was scrubbed clean online and the only hint was a few mentions of former boyfriends that hinted at secrets, but never came forward.

He spent long moments looking through information about her, longer than he had meant to look, but eventually he came to a place that gave him a hint of perhaps where he might have come from. It was her original company, the one that she had founded when she was in her early thirties, and the logo was emblazoned across the website with a familiar sweep of wide spread wings. His form, his color, his wings were all there in the stylized logo with fearsome bared teeth and claws that were bared to the light. The color was a perfect match for his scales, his form was there, truly there, an inescapable glimpse of everything that he was far before he had ever been created.

A logo.. He was horrified, stiffening and pulling his head back. That’s not right, that’s not true..

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The very idea was ridiculous and he growled out low in his throat as he contemplated what that might actually mean. He flicked his way off the website and began to lash his tail a bit faster than he meant too, growing distressed that his Mistress might have commissioned him based on such a small seeming whim. There had to have been more to his creation than simply that, there just had to be! He wasn’t going to believe that he was anything other than a being of true intellect and worth. It was right there in the way Vivian looked at him, loved him and cared for him.

“She knows that I’m more than.. than some jumped up design.” He growled to himself, flaring his nostrils as he forgot that she was still curled against him.

Vivian stirred against the line of his side, shifting along the curve of his chest as her hand slid up and curled along the curled wing finger to draw it in closer to her. The feel of her soothed him and he spread his wing over her sleeping body tenderly as he lowered his head to brush along her cheek gently. Just touching her helped ground him and smooth away his temper, making sure that he wasn’t fretting as badly as he wished to. He arched his neck and began to curl his body around her, shifting slowly so that she didn’t move or wake up at his settling.

She had never treated him as anything less than a wholly intelligent being, making sure that he basked in her approval and relaxed into the way that she celebrated his accomplishments. Their flirtations and pleasures were sweet edged, her hand and tongue became so deft at pleasuring him, but he was learning to give as good as he got. It wasn’t because she demanded that attention but because he enjoyed making her give soft little shocked sounds and gasps. He loved the way that she began to shake and tense, the way she struggled through moments of delighted pleasure.

He loved the way that she would taste, so sweet on his tongue even when she was always keen to give as good as she got. He hadn’t truly gone all the way with her yet, but he was finding that the waiting was part of the sweetness. He imagined her straddling his lower belly, taking him into her and sometimes it was enough to make him have to nip his paw to keep from making a noise of delight. He wanted her, not with the mindless conditioned craving that required permission even to cum, he wanted her to show her that he was devoted to her. That he adored her. Because he knew that his feelings were returning with her.

“I love you.” Osran murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he nuzzled himself in close, circling her entire small frame.

She didn’t answer, but her arms tightened along his wing, clutching him close as if she knew exactly what he said. He smiled to himself, closing his amber eyes and let out a soft sweet sigh. He didn’t know what he was, but he knew that with her, he was safe. With her, he was Osran, he was himself. And she would never ask him to be anything other than what he was.

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“We’ve got the trace.” The dark dressed man glared at the screen with a rising rush of triumph. “We’ve got the code down near Hazel Street, right off the café located at the corner. Public domain, but the searches triggered all of our code words.”

The mobile transport was crowded, the men that were stuffed in looking at the screens had been there for days with little sleep and little relief. They were being well paid, but the search had been like looking in a haystack. Who would have believed that a dragon could disappear so completely? Who the hell would have thought that the damned woman would side with a construct? It was enough to make Benjamin grind his teeth as dug his fingers against the back of the chair the man was sitting at. He was already bringing up the search terms to be reviewed, but it was enough that he was nearly ready to shout his joy and triumph.

They had been tracking down anything with the term dragon in it, but within a week he had realized how damnable that was. They had investigated half a dozen gamers and lost valuable time, so he had begun to plug in other terms that might be looked up. The name of the parent company, the dragon’s owner, the name, the various addresses that he had been a part of, conditioning and even websites that featured genetically created animals and videos of how they were made. This was the first time the term OSRAN had come across the board, but it was paired with so many other terms that he bared his teeth in a snarling smile of delight.

“Go ahead and radio it in, I want to get a layout of the area the café’s wifi is able to reach.” He commanded sharply. “I also want to get into any CCTV cameras in the area to see if we spot that damned woman.”

“Will do, sir.” The man answered immediately. “I’ve already tagged the IP address it came from.”

Finally, finally the end of this insane game was in sight. Finally he had a chance to actually capture the beast. He wasn’t going to let it get away again, he’d bring it down one way or another, and then the creators would make sure it would never have a chance of escape again. And the woman… the woman would be lucky to have a box to call her home when they were through with her.