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Rastaban Ruins always looked like a pile of rocks surrounding a big hole in the middle of the woodlands, and it was supposed to stay that way with its sole occupant caring not for outside invitation from guests they didn't want to have. They preferred being solo, for it means less time spent dealing with others and more time sapping the world's net worth one contract at a time.

This is Fafnir, and he's about to have his night ruined.

He was busy making some paste in his kitchen, whirling the ingredients in a makeshift blender fitted for his size before pouring it all in a rather large mug that read "#1 Business Drake" on its surface. It was narcissistic, but frankly who's he trying to impress with his ability to net gains that made him richer than your average day human?

The second he started drinking, he heard his alarm start going off in his office and he withheld from drinking it all down as he stomped his way to check on things. The radar wasn't picking up incoming witches nor was there anybody that somehow found his front door, so he was a bit irate for not having something simple as a pest to get rid of as he checked around his monitors.

Just when he thought it was a false alarm and he'd have to make a call to get it fixed, he saw what tripped it: a falling star hurling its way towards his ruins according to the measured trajectory it held. Judging by its size, it'll impact near the big hole outside on the mainland and Fafnir grumbled before pressing a button on his remote in hand. A mechanical door made of radiation-blocking steel slowly slide over that entrance and he went back to drinking his paste after getting into his chair. He hasn't heard of anything this dire since the missile incident involving those little twerps Aiko and Diana. Remembering that green-haired nuisance getting Luna Nova out of the debt they didn't actually owe the dragon made him snarl as the memory rose.

He had felt silly, backed into a corner like a stray deer and worst of all, weak. She had caught him red-handed and that was the end of that debt. Granted, those witches tried their best to avoid paying actual cold, hard cash up until that final meeting, but it was still a debt he enjoyed holding over them since it brought them to their last legs.

Just when he saw the door secure itself, the radar flashed again warning of the falling object hurtling towards his ruins. The scanner got an image of it, so Fafnir got a chance to get a closer look at it since he was there.

What he saw nearly made him spit out his drink.

It was a dragon, not a space rock falling from a supernova that happened lightyears away. And they were bathed in a blue fire that made their descent something out of a fantasy movie. Fafnir felt something ancient twinge in his mind as he gazed at the phenomenon: curiosity. He didn't know if there were any dragons left besides himself, since they all didn't take to adapting to modern society as he did all those years ago and decided to stay true to being magical. And now they're probably all dead-old friends and enemies alike. But this....

He felt the wonder of seeing another dragon after centuries of being alone with his money rise up like a cup of coffee with no creamer.

Fafnir couldn't have second thoughts on doing what he was about to do, already walking his way out of the chair and towards the corridor to the front door of his hideout. He didn't go out there right away-mind you-since the impact might end up doing more damage than what his computer could manage, so he waited until it actually hit the ruins before going out. And when it did, it left behind an earthquake that nearly made him fall on his ass from the magnitude.

They must have been on a collision course preset to this location from ever farther than realized to hit this hard.

Fafnir was glad he didn't suddenly detect an irradiating warmth seeping into his hideout as he opened the door, glad that his hole protection was more than capable of withstanding a blast such as a falling dragon from space. He peeked out to see if he saw any molten debris and carefully made his way towards the surface. The night looked rather peaceful, and the new moon meant there was to be no eyesore in the sky. Just the stars.

Once he brought his frame up high enough to let him see what was happening on the main land, he paused as he caught sight of the smoking remains of...

A dragon. A real life dragon.

Some deep part of him was in joy of seeing another member of his ancient kind but the rest of him was wary as he stepped out to gaze upon the crash zone, for he didn't know if they were dead, alive, savage or sapient. The benefit of the doubt was what got him in that fiasco of a deal with Luna Nova, so he made sure to keep his expectations low as he approached the crater next to his protective door.

Yes, it was indeed a dragon now that he was even closer, but they looked far different from your usual one like Fafnir; their face looked like it was melted off a long time ago by heat yet remained usable as a means to speak despite its boney structure; their body looked like a starry veil from the brighter side of space molded into a body; and they had hair that reached down the entirety of their back. Judging by the make of their legs, they were not bipedal like Fafnir and fit more of a prowling stance when they were up and at it like a wild cat getting ready to go on a run for exercise, so he took to looking over them some more. Though all else he could find noteworthy was that if it wasn't for their tail, they'd be two heads taller than the robed drake standing over them.

Once the smoke began to ebb away a bit from the window, Fafnir dared kneel down to see if they were alive or dead weight. Honestly, either way didn't matter since they appeared to look like the latter state, but it would do him better if they were breathing anyhow. And once he made contact with their skin, he felt a thrum course through his veins and making him step back from the strange feeling. So they weren't dead. Just unconscious. Oh well, guess he can avoid having an awkward conversation....

Fafnir began to think. What could he possibly do with this information being given to him? He's standing out here in the middle of a summer night, a limp dragon smoking away in a crater at his feet and they looked like the kind of ancient being you'd find in a painting rather than out where they came from ...Then it hit in his greedy mind and he grinned.

Profit! He could sell them and be the most powerful dragon in the history of business!

Though he had to be quick, for his remote to open the ruins door was back inside so he couldn't just use his security drones to lift this body off the ground like a wee old witch and he had a feeling he wouldn't be the only one wondering what fell from space over here. He sucked in his pride that his robe was gonna get dirty doing this, reaching down to slowly pick up the star-studded dragon.

They were heavy, nearly getting the old drake in slippers to break his back as he heaved with all of his might and only achieved getting the other dragon's armpits into his arms. Fafnir huffed out a blast of air from his maw, making the star drake's hair billow for a moment before he went back to dragging them out of the crater and towards his front door. He thought he'd drop them when he reached the stairs, for their weight made it feel like he was gonna go tumbling with them to his door and have an accident that'd leave him broken or worse, but he was glad that he had found a better grip on them that allowed him to safely transport them down to his front door. And when he had to push it open with his hip, he gladly dumped his catch in a room adjacent with the front door before shutting it and locking it up.

Whew, a successful night for money to be made.

Now that they were in a dark home, Fafnir noticed that the dragon was glowing like a star, making their body pattern glint all over their form like they were a living lava lamp. Though the old drake wasn't too interested in the fact that their body looked beautiful, only concerned as to where he could put them to where that couldn't be annoying. His bedroom! Of course.

He slept with sleeping glasses so they wouldn't bother him at all. Perfect.

Fafnir grabbed them by the legs since those were the limbs closest to the way into the old man's bedroom, and felt his glee override the fact that this effort to keep moving the unconscious drake was making his arms ache as he found them a corner to lay in that wouldn't be cramped. Not sure why he cared if they were comfy on his floor but he'd rather wake up to a wondrous associate rather than a cranky one. Just when he was sure they were situated right, he felt their hand brush on his ankle and he turned.

They still weren't awake but their arm had moved to settle into the new position. Hmmm, strange. Their touch left a tingle in his leg but it wasn't hurting so he ignored it on his way back out towards his office.

His paste was still warm enough to drink comfortably, so he chugged the rest of his mug's contents down before placing it aside to do some digging. If this dragon came from space, then there must be some record of them somewhere on the internet. Fafnir's computer breezed through loading times with ease, generating images of potential leads as quickly as one could blink. All of that from the power of top-of-the-line technology at his disposal, hahah!

His searching drew him to what he assumed was an online game for computers, seeing the dragon in multiple poses in splash art, wallpapers and fanart of the rather provocative degree. He clicked on the most normal-looking one and he saw a name come up.

"A-U-R-E-L-I-O-N S-O-L ...Aww-ree-lie-awn Sol?" Fafnir's pronunciation sounded off, much to his confusion as to why he thought it mattered, so he looked over the name and tried again.

"Awe...reli...on.....Aurelion. Hmm, why must dragons try their best to have the most eccentric names...? Stick to the easy stuff like Flametongue or Doomwing." Complaints aside, he did some more info gathering on the newly discovered Aurelion Sol on the site where his image came up.

"Celestial star dragon ...created during the universe's creation ...made to create stars and tend to ...supernovas...Wait, is he...?" The dragon taking a rest in his bedroom was a living, breathing god!? Fafnir thought the page was deceiving him and he checked others, but they all said the same thing despite their credibility. "So I...just rescued a god...from being on the news and sought after by everyone...." Then that grin came back and Fafnir felt his brow cut into something sinister. "I wonder how loaded they are if they wanna keep staying here out of mind...."

The old man chuckled as he ceased his search, now finding interest in all the fanart of Aurelion that he could get his hands on. Most of the popular ones were just masterpieces that Fafnir cared little of. Sure, they really did Aurelion's visage a service in making him look interesting from where he's from, but Fafnir wasn't a dragon simply impressed by such things. So he kept scrolling through his findings. Then he saw ...Aurelion in a suggestive position.

It wasn't even subtle; the artist had drawn him on his feet and had his tail hiked up so any viewer could see his tail star as bright as day. Fafnir didn't know why, but the more he looked into the image for any other details that could catch his attention, the more he found himself looking straight into that pucker. He couldn't even bring himself to realize that the artist drew him with basic anatomy instead of a slit like all dragons, eyes glued on their ass. His tail curled with amusement as he finally got tired of having his head still and kept looking through the pictures. All he found were more sightings of Aurelion in presentative positions that brought anyone's attention to their ass and his crotch. It was like the internet had a secret side where people didn't care how beautiful or fearsome one looked.

And all they did was make porn of them.

"Perverts...." Fafnir found one last image of Aurelion that actually showed both his ass and groin with anatomically correct parts and he left things off at that, making to get up to wash his mug so he didn't have to deal with any infestations in his home when he stopped. During the time of which he explored the dirtier side of Aurelion Sol's fanbase, he had gotten an erection. And judging from how strongly it throbbed when his robe nudged against the tip even once, it was a desperate boner.

Fafnir wasn't much of the self-relief type, having many ways to calm himself down during any season that sneaks up on him out of nowhere, so he went to the kitchen's sink to wash both his mug and his cock in cold water to make it calm down. Right away, it sank back into his slit and all was well again, so the old dragon went ahead and brought his mug to a rack to dry before leaving. His computer was still displaying those naughty images, but Fafnir went up to it to put it on sleep mode so he could get right back to work managing his finances as they came in at the billions before heading to bed. It's been a long, very illuminating night and he earned some rest this time around.

Though he forgot he put Aurelion in his room and got blasted with the deity's glowing light.

It was damn near blinding now, Fafnir blindly reaching around to the right of the room for his dresser and subsequently his sleeping glasses, and felt a breath of relief leave his nose as he came across the elastic strap for it. He snapped it in place after struggling to get his horns to let him bring it in front of his eyes, sighing as he found that he didn't see anymore night light. He glanced behind him, feeling the warmth of the light emanating off of Aurelion acting as some sort of beacon so he knew where they were on the floor, and dared stepped closer...

Though all he did was throw a blanket on them so they didn't get chilly before heading into bed.

Yes, Fafnir slept in his robes. Deal with it. Not like he had better options with a dragon his size.

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Fafnir woke up and immediately regretted taking his glasses off, for the morning sun-despite having no windows in his bedroom-seemed to empower Aurelion's bioluminescence to a point where he was a living searchlight. The old man hoped he wouldn't have their body burnt into his retinas as he flung his blanket off of his body, feet slipping into his slippers so he didn't get pebbles on his soles and blindly felt around for Aurelion to see if the blanket was there.

And sweat-dropped as he felt its thick material grace his fingers.

Fafnir just decided to ignore it, though he didn't get a chance to step away from the drake before he felt them paw at his leg again. He thought they were up this time so he looked back, but he only saw their legs kicking around like they were running around in their dreamscape and left their physical body to reciprocate those motions. He grumbled about them being lucky to have dreams that made them look silly and ignored them pawing him again as he left the room. Though he missed the sleeping dragon peeking an eye out as his departing form before the door shut....

Fafnir needed breakfast so he got his food processor working on filling a bowl rather than a mug, the latter of which being used for a steaming hot cup of coffee. While a dragon shouldn't find caffeine part of their diet, Fafnir was not a basic fire-breather destined to hoard themselves into madness before being killed in their sleep by knights trained to slay their kind.

He's not even a fire breather to begin with-he breathes wind out like an electrically-powered wind tunnel for simulated skydiving.

Once the liquid sludge was secured, he added the creamer so it didn't look appealing and few sugars. He didn't like overly sweet beverages that weren't the rare soda that found its way through Fafnir's delivery system, so he made sure he willingly gulped down as much as he could in one sitting before letting out a hot puff of air from the soothing yet rejuvenating effects of coffee in his systems. And right on time, for his processor finished making some spicy food to indulge in for the time being and he filled that bowl up to its rim before departing for his office.

As soon as he took a seat with his breakfast, he got on to see that he had a pending delivery at his door. Groceries, he forgot that he had to be mindful of that thanks to Aurelion's crash landing last night. Leaving the comfort of his seat, Fafnit hauled his giant self to the corridor leading to his door and ignored the shimmering light beaming through the cracks of his bedroom before peeking out his peephole.

Outside was one of his delivery drones with a big box of supplies and staples. Being able to make them himself with high-grade parts made giving them multiple purposes simple. He opened the door, letting the screeching robot fly in and leave the box on his countertop, and walked over to check on the haul. To be fair, it was all the same; fruit, vegetables, meat ranging from beef to steak to goat, and some spices to make them all taste better whenever he converted them into delicious pastes. His look-see had gone on for a bit, but he didn't even notice he was petting his delivery drone until he looked down to see it staring at him. He froze and in tandem ceased, but it sat there and kept looking at him until he shooed it off.

"Go along now! You did your job!" It flew away immediately, zipping into a back room that Fafnir didn't follow it towards as he went back to his breakfast.

Only to find Aurelion wide awake and eating out of it like a curious pet feline.

Fafnir thought he was seeing things, until he realized that the shimmering light from his bedroom was not present from the corridor to his right, and felt a tick mark rise up on his forehead as he watched the bowl of food he was gonna partake in fall to the ground and a dirty star dragon to look at him in wonder.

They made eye contact, Fafnir trying not to look like he was gonna kill them where they stood while also trying to see if that old "if looks could kill...." phrase actually worked.

"So ...you're awake. And hungry, since you devoured my food." The quadruped star drake kept eyeing him for a bit, not speaking for a moment and making Fafnir wondered if they were even capable of speaking. Then, he felt a prickly feeling nudge his brain and he heard a voice.

"I assumed you would not want it, since you left it out for anyone to see and you were busy thanking your mechanical pet for fetching you more appealing things to eat." Yeah, they were definitely a dragon. Regal voice, booming impression, and looked like they had a lot more up their sleeve than what their posture betrayed.

"I was getting back to it when I remembered to grab this food before it was left outside. That gives you no right to take what isn't yours!"

"Did you not plan on getting me any food?" The deity's head cocked to the side, really selling the curious animal impression to Fafnir but the miffed old man wasn't pleased in the slightest.

"You're a dragon, how should I know what you eat!? For all I could bother, you probably eat light so you can be a nightly and morning nuisance to untrained eyes!"

"I do not require food, but I eat dying stars as a means to let them be reborn as fresh ones to take to the skies if that's what you're getting at."

"Yeah, I don't care for your philanthropic mindset for doing basic things like eating. I hope you plan on paying, because that specific brew wasn't cheap to get, you know!?"

"But you're rich. Surely a little dent in your finances is hardly worth getting livid for."

Fafnir felt more veins bulge on his forehead as he started to pant. Who was this guy and why were they being invasive of his privacy? "That's not a...funny joke...I wouldn't dream of spending my money unless I absolutely...have to ...So unless you plan on getting me...a deal with the richest beings on Earth...so I can suck them dry of their ...wealth ...then I'll think about being a little spending-happy."

"You delude yourself with your greed." That blow to his pride hit like a magic-powered punch to the gut, making Fafnir take a step back while Aurelion stepped forward. "How can you dream of being the richest on the planet when you're so well-off already that any spending would hardly leave you any poorer than you can worry about? You should be feeling lucky you've even gotten this far."

"What's that supposed to mean...?" Fafnir's glare was venomous as he stared down the prowling drake walking up to him with their bold stride.

"It means that if you continue trying your hand at securing more wealth when you're already so far in keeping others in debt to you, you're going to start making mistakes." Fafnir had enough and was about to give the smug dragon a stern talking-to for his insolence, but then...he stopped. For he saw Diana in that expression Aurelion was giving him and it reminded him of that night where one of his contracts was finally read by a witch for the first time in a few hundred years. Aurelion caught on to Fafnir's revelation. "I see you remember, so I'll ask this: If one could stop you from "sucking one dry" by simply reading your sneaky contracts, what's to stop them from finding others in "debt" to you and telling them that they don't owe you a shred of gold?"

And just like that, Fafnir was defeated. Defeated by that sound bit of logic that brought the paranoia he felt when Luna Nova's headmaster and her students left this very hideout with the Sorcerer's Stone in their clutched and a lost Fafnir who wondered if witches could actually prove that magic has a place in this world of technological advances. He didn't even move when Aurelion strode past him to look around, feeling their hide brush up against his robed thigh before they were out of sight.

The old man came to once it felt like a pain to stand still, panting as he jumped out of his anxious head to the real world. He didn't have to cave into what some god said-Diana hasn't tried spreading the word of his treachery yet and he had plenty of time to secure his funds from repossession before it became illegal to withhold it. However, just as his energized self took his seat again, he paused once more.

His bank account could get hacked in case of an angry uprising occurring if they should all discover Fafnir's lie....

As begrudgingly as the old man could muster, Fafnir began to ...browse wares....

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Fafnir's security had to be reworked to deal with the rapid deliveries the old dragon made over the day's course, his office so full of boxes of things he knew he'd only want for a bit before he forgot about them. Food, equipment, entertainment, "entertainment", a refrigerator with dispensable ice, a deep freezer, and many more were waiting for him to open and unload their contents for his use. He was so busy that he paid the exploring star dragon little heed other than a fleeting glance whenever their tail brush against him. But their chiding posture didn't faze him from exploring all the things he bought today, nor did their staring at him from outside his bedroom when he started separating the boxes by their uses and had to put some in there, for he knew he was all aware that his spending spree would surely have attention. So he had everything sent off-shore to an account he could check on and off every now and then, and scrapped traces of his identity before he officially went off the grid.

The news that played later into the evening brought some joy to the dragon, for it did not play any sign of knowledge that they knew it was him that bought all of that stuff from several businesses and stores, and he let his new TV play some junk about the weather before he went to go make himself dinner.

Aurelion didn't say a word as he processed a bunch of apples into sauce to go with his steak and rice, nor did they seemed fond of moving out of Fafnir's way when he went to go eat in his office, so all he did was walk past them as if they were just a glowing stack of boxes.

"You sure know your way around looking like an actual hoarder..." Was the first words the star dragon spoke since this morning when they had that debate, and all it did was get Fafnir to *pfffft* from his maw as he lounged in his new swivel chair.

"Come off it. After all, I've more than enough money to keep myself from falling completely from my road to success. I'm sure you'll find that I'm a lot more orderly than some wild beast trying so hard to tell others that they want to be hunted."

"Are you not doing the same by having all this stuff?" Fafnir paused in his eating to stare at Aurelion in offense, coming to find them right next to his chair. "If someone who bears a grudge against you finds out where you reside, your home will come under siege and all this spending will be for nothing."

"Security drones will handle them. Most of these folks that I bound to my "contracts" were old fools like those at Luna Nova, so the chances of them hiring anyone professional for a job like you describe are ...a nudge to nil."

"Your greed knows no bounds..." Fafnir smirked at that.

"And don't you forget it. Now let me eat before you try stealing it again." Right away, Fafnir chomped his steak into beefy chunks in his maw, being sure to hold his plate out of Aurelion's reach.

"We'll see about that." The star dragon finally left Fafnir alone, allowing him to eat in peace. Though he was greeted to the sight of them hiking their tail up on their way out of his office and he had a quick afterthought of all the... lewd gratification that the deity had come to mind. If they were aware of Fafnir's concerns over his money, did they know that he had looked up their fanart and gotten aroused from it?

He laughed in his head and continued eating. They were probably just guessing off his body language and happened to be right. There's no way they knew of him getting horny over the sight of them filled up to the brim and aga-....

Fafnir looked down and saw that his boner had not only made itself known between his legs but stuck out from his robes like a knife being poorly hidden in a confrontation. That rather specific imagery bothered him, nearly making him forget to chew his food before swallowing it all down before he coughed the recesses out of his breathing tract, and leaving him to try and will it down before the other dragon came back.

But of course, they strolled back into view before he could even hide it.

"Coming to bed soon? I want to know if you actually cared enough to buy your helpful denmate some provisions as to not be left uncomfortable by your ...hardwood floors." Fafnir gulped as he saw them catch sight of his erection, feeling a blush burn into his white face before he turned away from them. But they seemed very interested in seeing it for they simply came around to stare at it again.

"Wh-what're you doing!? Let me get rid of it on my own!" Fafnir was about to turn again but found that his butt wasn't making the seat move in any direction. Looking around, he saw that Aurelion's paws were holding the chair still and a quick look to the star deity left his suspicions confirmed that they wanted to ogle his cock. It wasn't that impressive; being only a hint above average for a dragon of his stature, it'd only look huge to anyone that came up to his knees in height-which happened to be everyone he's met except Aurelion-and it was tapered at the tip.

Though the space dragon didn't seem to be a size queen, for their warm breath tickled Fafnir's endowment and made him suck in air as the brush alone made him twitch and ooze out pre. He hasn't done anything solo in a while, trying to remember when he last did it and coming up short. Fafnir wondered if the drake was going to do anything and sat there, but then he remembered that they were affiliated with stars and grew frightened at the thought of if he'd have blisters on his poor cock if they tried sucking him off.

But then Aurelion's eyes locked onto his and he jumped back against his chair from the intensity.

"I may not like how you operate but I am not cruel as you may think of me." That pretty much just confirmed Fafnir's earlier theory that Aurelion was capable of mind reading now that his presence still lingered within Fafnir's head, but he didn't have time to feel proud of that presumption being a fact as the dragon's tongue came out and brushed over his shaft from base to tip. He seethed, for the sensation of something that was not his lubed hand or a well-lubed fleshlight custom-fitted for someone of his size felt as if he were a virgin all over again. It's been too long since another actually bothered giving him pleasure...

"W-why....?" He had to ask, since he's done nothing for them at all since they've been here and only felt as if their first encounter was just a setup for a life lesson he hated.

"Because while you may be a greedy, self-absorbed hooligan, you rescued me from being in the clutches of others. You were the closest thing to a sanctuary for my kind than anyone else, so consider this payment for housing me." Aurelion's claim had a few holes in it, but Fafnir wasn't gonna complain. If they felt that pleasing his old hide was more than enough to compensate for keeping them out of sight and mind, then so be it. Less stress wondering if they were loaded themselves or as poor as a witch.

"I hope you're aware of how us dragons...a-are when we're aroused...." Fafnir's face moved on from being precarious and onto cocky, as Aurelion's licking was making him stiffen up and pump more precum that rained down on their face like water from how clear it was.

"I am a dragon myself, Fafnir. I just hope you are ready to handle the likes of an aroused dragon." The old man snorted out in confidence, blowing enough air into Aurelion's face to make their mane fan out like he just got a faceful of a hair dryer. But they didn't seem fazed for long as their mouth continued as if nothing had transpired. Since they laid out the cards, the star drake simply went for a full-mouth service onto Fafnir's dick before he got bored and tried to do something that he'd regret. And right on cue, he was growling from the sudden burst of fleshy warmth that beat any realistic sex toy he's purchased on a whim. His twitching feet didn't get to make much of a reaction, for once Aurelion started bobbing his head it was just a test of time from there.

Precum came often, built off of times where Fafnir ignored his own needs while ensnaring some rich idiot into a false debt with him, and plenty where the old dragon could see his discharges filling up Aurelion's mouth and making his cheeks bulge. He felt some pride in seeing that his prodding stick was still able to have some sort of impact on someone who could handle it, but he didn't get a chance to enjoy it as some of the star drake's suction was really trying hard to get his eyes to cross permanently from the ecstasy it brought.

"R-really...giving it to me, hmm...?" Fafnir was panting, breath causing a bit of a constant breeze in the space between them with Aurelion's hair continuing to billow.

"It is supposed to be repeated, so I have to make sure it's worthwhile so you don't lose interest." Ah so this wasn't a one-time thing. Fafnir was glad, because it meant if they had any issues to where he felt he was owed something then the star dragon would simply be put in a place where something like this would be needed to calm him. One look from Aurelion confirmed that they were indeed objecting to this but Fafnir just made his brow bounce at them before he felt his internal loins flare up in activity.

For the first time in who knows how long, Fafnir was getting ready to cum and he couldn't simply hold it back. Aurelion could tell, for his sucking got so strong that it felt like they had a black hole in their throat dead-set on leaving the old dragon feeling drained. And when the eruption started up, it truly did feel like his loins were being pushed to shoot everything out.

Fafnir lost track of time on his orgasm, feeling every euphoric throb sending his pent-up seed right into Aurelion's maw and down his gullet. Though none of the streams felt like the true peak of his climax and the urge to grip the star drake's head came up strong. It'd be meaningless nor have any impact, but Fafnir couldn't help himself. Aurelion felt those hands weigh heavily on the back of his maned head and felt the old man try to press him deeper despite him already having the entire thing in his throat. Must be trying to establish dominance.

Oh, the irony.

Five whole minutes passed until Fafnir actually felt his load ebb away, falling flat against his chair and feeling the air was thick around them. Though after panting out, his power began to loosen things up and soon it felt normal to breathe again. He glanced down and saw Aurelion staring up at him, looking a little too innocent to seem like they did this out of nowhere, but came not to care as he helped them off of his cock. Not one drop escaped the space drake, nor was there any leftovers on Fafnir's meat save for some saliva, so it was essentially a "clean extraction".

"Perhaps now, you are coming to bed." Aurelion's wondering rung into Fafnir's head a few seconds late.

"Why go there...when we can do everything here?" Fafnir reached down to the stem of the chair, pulling a lever next to the lift and making the back rest fall back like a hospital bed with adjustable comforts. He leaned back to show that it supported his back and lifted his head up only to see Aurelion walking past him. "Wait, where are you going?"

"That won't withstand us for long even if it is as sturdy as it was advertised to you. Just remember to take off your robe before coming in, I don't want it in the way." The star dragon's tail was flagged up as he left, leaving Fafnir to ogle that untouched hole that was a stark contrast to the visage he had going in his mind. He didn't even have time to think of why he was playing into the deity's game of "Cat and Mouse and Sex" with a mere stranger he rescued before he was already making his way to his bedroom while shedding his robes off.

His tubby body was revealed, darker gray underbelly scales showing off a squishy midsection that made to look like Fafnir did naught but eat, drink, walk around to his door or kitchen to restock before he sat around on his ass all day. Speaking of his butt, it was surprisingly round and not droopy underneath his tail, though one couldn't make out anything special from between them due to the dimly lit corridor and darker scales lining from there to his bearded chin.

He discarded his robes when he stepped into his bedroom, seeing Aurelion posed like one of his lewd pictures on the mattress with his head craned to look at Fafnir coming inside. The old dragon tossed his only clothes to the floor, kicking his slippers off as he crawled onto the bed to join his night companion in some fun.

"If you can make me cum, I'll sleep with a less intense light to bother you. If you can't, I sleep in your bed and make it obvious." Those....were stakes he could get behind, and quite literally since Aurelion was positioned like a dragoness ready to receive a hard mating in her snatch for hatchlings to birth in the future, so Fafnir was all the ready to hunch over the fellow dragon and get his cock ready at their pucker.

"What an incentive to make me want to put effort into this. Try not to get a mess on the bed, hmm?" He chuckled, letting his shaft sink into the surprisingly welcoming depths of Aurelion's warm ass and feeling every inch that got inside get massaged by those walls. Fafnir grit his teeth from the rush of pleasure, his inexperience creeping up on him and making him shoot precum before he even got half inside.

"Well I hope you don't tire out before you can even try earning that incentive." Those words ...Fafnir growled as he shoved the rest of his cock into Aurelion and went straight to thrusting into their ass without a care nor rebuttal to throw back while he got busy. They were rocked, pulled upon when Fafnir needed a better grip to keep hitting deep and yanked back whenever the old man got bold and went for their hair instead, but none of that rough behavior made Aurelion even do so much as grunt from discomfort and pleasure mixed into an odd tingle for he merely kept looking back at Fafnir like the rocking was from an earthquake transpiring outside rather than those bone-jarring thrusts.

The old dragon didn't even notice his lack of reaction from the space dragon, only knowing that their ass seemed to want him to cum as soon as possible and wouldn't let him have a break no matter how slow or fast he went and slammed in. Those cheeks, despite their nearly flat visage, felt like fleshy pillows with each push that brought Fafnir's hips smashing into them and not leaving a mark despite how loud the impact was. It was like the coloring there refused to show that he did anything...

But he didn't bother looking into it as he felt his loins scrunch up within his slit and let his seed loose.

Fafnir's spunk was almost as thick and plentiful as the first round, only missing out on the full matching duration by a few streams, and barely having enough afterthought to bite down into Aurelion's neck like he just successfully bred the space drake and secured a clutch in their gut. But when things were over and he felt the need to relax his jaw greater than his need to display his power over them....

"Done?" Aurelion's eyes were devoid of expression, showing neither disinterest nor bliss as they looked back at the panting Fafnir. He felt offended that they weren't even stuttering over their lone word and snorted down at their head before rising back to his full height despite his kneeling.

"Hmph! Like hell I'm done taming your shiny ass. Move!..." The old dragon wanted to try something different than doggy style, so he pushed Aurelion to get on his side so he could get behind them. The star dragon resisted the opposing force and nearly made the old man snarl at them from growing frustration, but soon they caved in and fell into position so Fafnir'd stop sounding like a whelp. He huffed from the effort needed and didn't catch that look in Aurelion's eyes on his way to lay behind them and lift their leg. He sunk back in with no resistance, though was quickly ambushed by those now painted walls and the bed began to rock again.

Aurelion came to have a bit of kudos to give to Fafnir this time around, for not only didn't he cave into an orgasm as quickly as he did from their first bout in the bedroom, but when he eventually did cum into the space drake he didn't simply move on to try a different way to get him to cum. In fact, they didn't even try pausing for a break nor even warn Aurelion when they decided to hump from beneath him rather than right behind him, so the sudden shift didn't feel as immersive as the other did before those cheeks were given some more pounding. However, the star-spangled derg found himself fighting back a yawn as Fafnir came within his depths again and left things off at that.

He was surprised that the old dragon wasn't feeling tapped out, because one look into their mind had proven that they hadn't had an experience like this with another-regardless of size difference-in several centuries. He had to ignore all the...private moments the old dragon had instead in between then and now to find it and he was almost as disappointed as he was when he felt them pull out and move again.

"Sturdy, aren't you...?" Fafnir was panting, breathing gusts of wind to sell the fact that he was starting to get exhausted from his repeated efforts in making Aurelion jizz on himself while he didn't have any limitations to his own throes of love-shooting.

"Do you need time to get some water so you can try ...well, try?" There had been a moment there where Aurelion thought of saying "try better", but he's lived long enough to know that no man of any species ever wanted to think they were bad at sex.

"What's that supposed to mean...?" The old man's glare was to be expected but Aurelion decided to distract him by pushing him onto his back and sitting on his lap.

"Never mind it. Let us continue on, you have a prize waiting for you." If you can remember how to actually earn it....

Fafnir snorted towards his partner and moved their hips up, bringing their hole back to where his dick could push inside of it, and brought them down into a thrust that had those hips go *slap* into the star dragon's ass. And then they got a move on and Aurelion's urge to yawn came back. The old man seemed fond of this position-mastery, it was called-and let it be known that it was a favorite for his climax wasn't even given a proper pause to enjoy its power on one's mind as he kept thrusting. Aurelion hoped they didn't sprain themselves because some of their erratic thrusts sounded like they were doing a number on those legs, but his worry seemed for naught as they pressed on.

Fafnir felt like he hit a gold mine in Aurelion's body; no complaints that he was too big, a consistent amount of comfort to be had when going in and pulling out, a soft ass that was appealing to both look at and knock against when going in as hard as possible and a gut that seemed to be a better prize than what was at stake here. His cock felt like it could go on all night with how inviting that ass was for it, and with his loins barely feeling as if they were running out of fuel he honestly thought he could.

But in the end, the rest of his body didn't agree with his eagerness. Fafnir's climax went without a word nor sound that sounded like exhaustion, Aurelion feeling his butt get nudged by something he thought would be the turning point of this rather dull series of dick-meets-hole but was left to only dream as the sensation faded away with Fafnir's climax. And then, those hips restarted and Aurelion finally yawned.

"If you're t-t-tired, then give up and go to sleep..." Fafnir heard it in his head in spite of his focus being making those cheeks squish and hug against the base of his cock.

"Perhaps...when you stop trying to impress me." Aurelion had to find the right word for it, because he was sure anything else would be way too ego-inflating or ego-deflating.

"Impress you?...I-i'm doing this for me..."

"Do you see the problem with that yet?"

"F-fuck no...Think you being a god just...m-makes it easier to hold back or something....I dunno!" Fafnir was trying his best here, dammit! This hole was just so good to fuck, and it surely made up for all these years of dealing with one-round toys that broke before he got to the good part.

"You're doing this for yourself...when you're supposed to get me off..." Aurelion didn't get a response to that, so he repeated himself. "Your task was to make me cum....not be a free hole for you to do so instead..."

"Not my f-fault you don't cave in to somebody dominating you..."

"Since when did pure domination get people off...?" Fafnir stopped, thrusts and all, as he stared at the star dragon giving him the most "I'd really like it if you'd actually hurry up, I have somewhere to be" look that he's ever seen from someone other than himself.

"P-people get off to getting bitten...and feeling a ton of cum in their body...What's the matter with that?"

"You've done both to me...Yet here I am still soft." Fafnir looked down and noticed that indeed the space drake hadn't even gotten semi-erect from his bare crotch nor had a coat of precum rubbed into the bright blue flesh. He was as flaccid as someone looking at crushing porn for the first time, and Fafnir was lost.

"So...I'm not getting you off anytime soon...?"

Aurelion gave him a quick expression that came off as a "so-so" since the old man was holding his paws down with his hands before returning to normal. "Continue to try this "domination" thing you're going for and you can expect your sight to be gone by morning tomorrow."

As bad as a term it was to use here, Fafnir couldn't afford to have to deal with Aurelion's night light ability. He felt shame rush in where triumph was, feeling as if those times where he used to dominate other dragons that dared step into his territory in the height of dragons populating the world were just false victories that weren't supposed to last long, but none of that was as shameful as he felt when he finally spoke after a time of silence.

"...how do I ...get you off ...?" Aurelion didn't know if he should take this as an insult and equally do so back or take it as genuine honesty and be honest, but his answer was neither.

"Come again?" Fafnir grumbled under his breath before he let go of the space drake and sighed.

"How do I actually let you get your rocks off?" That's more like it. If Aurelion could smile with anything other than his eyes, he would.

"You can start by letting me off your lap. I may be willing to let you fuck me as you please, but this is hardly a way to get me begging for you to not stop." The old man waved at him dismissively, so Aurelion took that as the green light to pull off of that cock and let it stand freely at attention beneath him before he took to laying beside Fafnir. "Now, why don't you try laying over me?"

The old dragon hardly found this any different than how things just were, but as he rolled around to loom over Aurelion's form he found that it felt like he was intimidating the star dragon. Like he was giving them a choice to accept or fight and take it anyway and he wasn't even in their ass yet. The gravity of how this position worked left him looking surprised. "Whoa...."

"I see missionary is alien to you, as I hoped not. But, I will not dwell on it. Please, insert yourself into my body." It sure was a lot more alien being told how to have sex when you just got done cumming inside the ass you were sticking your dick back into at this moment almost a dozen times, but Fafnir did it for the sake of his sleeping. Besides money and food, he needed sleep.

"Wh-what now...?" The old dragon noticed that it wasn't as wet as he thought he'd left it when he was removed from Aurelion's butt and everything felt as tight as it was when he first got into it.

"Try going in slowly and not simply straight-forward." The star dragon's words were followed with his legs lifting as high as his structure could allow, so Fafnir took that as his green light to go. He worked tooth and nail to not just dive in and see how quick he could get himself to that "I need ass" rut feeling that followed before a climax, and despite him moving far more sluggish than he did a few minutes ago his cock still felt the same pleasure. But he remembered not to simply aim for the deep end and tried angling his cock to go in different directions.

For the most part, nothing really changed. Aurelion just stared at him with more hope than boredom and those fore legs simply waved at him whenever his gaze drifted down towards them. But soon, Fafnir's slower pace was graced with a new development-along one of his pushes, his dick brushed along the top of those walls and the star dragon suddenly clenched on him out of nowhere. The old dragon was confused, thinking he had brushed over some place painful, only to see the other drake's cock start getting erect between their legs. Amazed, he pulled back and slid into those snug walls before going up again and saw that cock throb with a splurt of precum shooting out and falling down onto the space drake's balls.

"That's the spirit. Proceed f-faster, but don't forget my suggestions..." Even Aurelion's voice was tinged with bits of bliss finally being felt, but Fafnir didn't try and capitalize on that short victory right then and there. Instead, he worked on making sure he got his fellow to feel as much as his own hips would allow him to and he hoped he didn't get tired. Though keeping things steady didn't bring that ache of exhaustion at any point though he knew it was around the corner.

Aurelion suddenly opened his maw and a moan echoed through Fafnir's mind as they spoke again. "Doesn't it feel good...t-to dominate me...with both your power ...and the way you m-move...?" On a bad day, the old man would be shrugging a comment like that off, but he nodded and kept his groove going. It sure did feel amazing to get milked while knowing that it felt good for who he was fucking. He felt that urge to bite coming in hot, so he brought his head to the star dragon's neck and opened his maw, but he was stopped by their paw.

"No...y-you've left your mark there already...Kiss me...." A kiss? Fafnir's hesitation was understandably drawn-out, considering he's never thought of pressing his lips on anything other than his own cock whenever he was too horny to care about getting his own nut in his mouth. Not to mention, romance was more of a fetish than a relationship dynamic in his mind. But seeing that face twisted in bliss nearby just called to him....

And soon he was locking lips with Aurelion while he humped their butt.

The space drake was all for this, as evident by his murring within Fafnir's mind so he wasn't without a vocalization of pleasure from them, and with their close proximity the old dragon felt his partner start shooting more precum that left his stomach shiny. The more they kissed, the more warm he started feeling. It felt....

Good to be this warm.

He angled his muzzle to make sure they were entwined as deeply as they could muster without tongue while his hips sped up, dead set on going from aiming for that gut to slamming into the area where he could make the dragon squirm. And squirm they did, making those hips of theirs sway and get their cock spewing in all sorts of direction.

"I'm so close...Fafnir...Please...t-tie me with your knot..." Knot? Fafnir nearly pulled back from the kiss to ask how Aurelion knew of that fat part of his dick, only to feel the very first few inches of it get pulled on by that hole already eagerly swallowing his cock into its depths and be reminded that he still had it. He hasn't used it in so long he forgot he had it ...Huh.

The request to tie was granted after Fafnir got his bearings, refueling his lungs with his nose so he didn't pull away from delivering passion to Aurelion while his hips pushed as hard as they could to get that flesh inside. It was difficult, for it felt as if Fafnir was going for that monotonous domination he was doing earlier, but he heard Aurelion's shouts of bliss in his mind and knew this was what they wanted. So he felt himself growl as he humped forth with all he had and was soon graced with the overbearing sensation of underutilized nerves being hugged all over by thirsty muscles.

Fafnir's eyes widened, feeling those walls spasm around his dick and leave him trembling as his orgasm felt like it was splitting his mind into two from the nirvana he was sailing for. His load felt like it was truly going all-out, spending the entirety of what he had left in one go while the space dragon's ass continued to milk him. He felt a warmth start to spread from his chest to his neck and a fleeting thought made him wonder if he just unlocked how to breathe fire from properly fucking Aurelion's ass.

Though once he came down from his rather cumbersome high, he craned his neck around and saw that he was not gaining the ability to spew fire from his maw.

Aurelion had finally climaxed.

It was everywhere, shining like the very stars in the sky outside and the patterns of the same lining the star drake's body. Fafnir saw the cause of this mess covered in a whole splatter of seed, panting despite not having shown to need air.

"You did it ...You brought me to the edge ...and let me orgasm...for the first time in millennia...Now I can show you...." The old man wondered if this was like some fantasy game where rescuing a giant granted you with a cutscene about an important plot point, but instead he was given a sight that made his dick twitch; Aurelion's ass-which was already a melding shade of blues-began to develop a purple sheen all over his cheeks; his stomach began to rapidly swell outwards to meet Fafnir's until it came to a stop; and his butt began to ooze semen from its deep recesses and all over Fafnir's immobile crotch.

"What is ...?" The old dragon started, but Aurelion finished for him.

"I can harbor black holes in my being...and render them useless at will ...Since you succeeded in your task and made me make a mess on myself, I allowed you to see just how much...of a mess you made inside of me...." Now it made more sense to him, but Fafnir felt himself give away to exhaustion and he fell onto his side and pulled Aurelion with him until they remained face-to-face.

"I'm...gonna regret cleaning this up in the morning ...but I don't care..." He felt like he was gonna slip at any second, but it was slowed down when Aurelion leaned in to kiss him.

"Do not fear, Fafnir. I will assist you. I owe you my life...and now that you've graced me with your potential...I want to make sure you enjoy having me around..." Those eyes, for the first time tonight, beamed towards Fafnir in apparent joy before they remained shut and a rhythmic breathing was audible in the old dragon's head. The star derg had fallen under right then and there ...and they looked so adorable snoring but not physically doing it. Fafnir just enjoyed the fact that he wasn't going blind watching them sleep until their continued noises lulled him to sleep.

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Fafnir's dreams held nothing worth remembering, for his pull back into reality was being slowed by a pressure on his lips. He pushed back against the force, feeling the scape around his mind slowly lift away like a veil over an old tome of dragonese, and came to open his eyes to see Aurelion looking into them. They were kissing again, but Fafnir simply wrapped his arms around the star drake and let it continue. His hands twitched as if trying to be frisky but he only let them hang on Aurelion's back.

...Until the space dragon reached down to push them on his asscheeks anyway.

Fafnir hummed in inquiry, only to be greeted with the unfortunate splitting of their kiss connected by a lone strand of saliva.

"Good morning, my mate. I noticed your body was waking up before you did, so I decided to bring you up before I did anything." Fafnir felt his groggy mind take in his bedroom before returning his gaze to Aurelion, whose tail was swaying behind him in obvious amusement.

"Do what ...?" Then suddenly, warmth encompassed Fafnir's morning wood and he growled from the pleasure.

"Make you cum, of course...~"

Rastaban Ruins was set to be a dangerous place to walk through that day, for reports were showing that seismic activity caused by something big roaring beneath the earth were getting more and more panic-filled.