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Elliot was a jumble of nervous energy and excitement. The slim cheetah could hardly stand still, tail lashing about in anticipation of what was to come. After months of messaging back and forth with a handsome dragon, they were finally going to meet up. Carver had been reluctant at first, seemingly a rather shy and sensitive guy at heart, but eventually had agreed that he just adored his chee and had to see him in person.

Given that the app they'd met on was one for introducing folks of larger sizes to ones closer to normal, it was no secret that the dragon was a towering giant of a man. Elliot was an unabashed size queen of the highest order, and given that dragons all had some innate magic in them, there were some things they could do together that perhaps weren't possible for another pairing.

They had moved early on away from chatting on Loomr, to texting each other personally, the dragon admitting that since he found what he thought was the perfect partner for him, not having much use for the endless messages from empty-headed admirers looking to take advantage of his magic for quickies. He'd been the one to seek Elliot out, the cheetah assuming from the start that he wouldn't have a shot at catching the attention of a massive man like him. The cat wasn't particularly well-built, feeling undersized for even his 5'11" frame. Not a lot of muscle, or fat on him. Just a trim, lightly toned body under a short, neat coat of fur. Even a more reasonably sized person could probably lift all 150 pounds of him with little effort. So the idea that Carver, who was so big that he didn't even list his actual full size in order to deter rabid size fans and not intimidate other partners, would take an interest in him blew the cheetah's mind.

When Elliot had suggested that they meet, the dragon had initially balked. He was too big, he insisted. Far too big. But constant assurances from the cheetah had won him over into agreeing on a date in a national park near him. Plenty of woods and wide open spaces for the two of them to have a little privacy together. The slim cat had arrived first, parking his car and going on a short hike to a place that he'd noted through satellite mapping as one that might suit the two of them. Secluded, off the main trail far enough that they might avoid notice for the most part. All that remained was to wait for Carver to arrive.

The dragon was right on time, heavy wingbeats reaching Elliot's ears before he came into sight, the massive scaly soaring in from around a mountain, low enough that he wouldn't interfere with any flight plans for airplanes, his leathery batlike wings working to keep him aloft until he came gliding toward the clearing where Elliot was waiting. As he drew closer, the cheetah could tell he'd taken on a smaller form for travel, not wanting to inconvenience anyone with his immense size. Though, as he landed, skidding heavily across the grass, he still loomed over double the cheetah's height, the wind from his wingbeats buffeting the smaller feline enough that he had to crouch down slightly, a bit worried he'd be blown away.

With the two of them seeing each other for the first time, there was a bit of an awkward pause as they each just looked at each other. Carver's chest rose and fell heavily, thanks to the exertion of flight from before, thickly muscled pectorals and a rounded muscle gut swelling with breath, cresting 20 feet tall if Elliot counted the tips of the ebony horns sprouting from the dragon's head. For a moment, Elliot couldn't tell what he thought, but then a smile began to slowly creep across the magical lizard's snout, growing bigger and toothier. Like Elliot, Carver's tail waved and moved about animatedly, the long, slithering appendage coiling over itself with unrestrained excitement. "You look so much more beautiful in person."

Those were the first words he'd heard aloud from Carver, whose deep, rich voice resonated in the air between them. The cheetah felt himself blush under the fur, turning his gaze aside for a moment before aiming a sidelong glance at the giant man before him. "And you're... majestic." It wasn't quite the word he'd been looking for initially, but it was the only one that seemed to encapsulate what he felt. Even at this smaller size, he was utterly awed by Carver, eyes crawling over and memorizing every detail. The position of every ridge of scale, every little horn, the lighter hue of his softer underbelly.

That word made the dragon chuckle, an almost musical sound, and he turned from side to side, showing off more of himself, giving the cheetah a better view of his rear and tail. Finely rounded butt cheeks, with the thick base of his tail, almost as long as he was tall, came into view, along with a different view of his wings spread wide, before he faced the front once again. Of course, Carver was in the nude, clothing not much of a concern for a titan of a dragon, with a shaft that put the cheetah's entire arm to shame in terms of length and girth hanging down, black flesh with just enough of a hood to cover all but the very tip of him, a set of balls the size of basketballs dangling lower, forcing him to keep his legs slightly spread. "Hardly. Just overgrown." Looking a little less confident than a moment before, he reached out with a clawed hand, kneeling on one knee. "Could I hold you? I'm very gentle, I promise."

That was all the encouragement Elliot needed to go rushing forward, making a leap into Carver's arms. The dragon caught him easily, standing up and going into a spin together, the cat's lower half going almost horizontal as the dragon laughed, brawny arms holding his upper half against the giant's chest. Once he slowed and stopped, Carver's tail looped around the both of them, adding some extra to the warm embrace, while his wings folded around them, as though to shelter the two of them from the outside world. "It's so nice to finally be able to meet you," the cheetah insisted, with a cheerful chirp. "All this time, I wasn't sure you were even real. I mean, how does such a handsome sweetheart come looking for a little guy like me?"

The rumbles humming in Carver's chest vibrated out and through the cheetah, making him giggle and purr in return as the dragon nuzzled at his cheek, tongue trailing out to tenderly lick underneath his chin , before curling around over top and holding his short muzzle in the embrace of the long, flexible appendage. When he let go, he planted the softest smooch on the chee's nose. "Good things come in small packages." After a moment, where Carver shut his eyes and planted his snout against the cat's neck, taking a long, slow inhale of his scent, he sighed happily, sky-blue irises locked onto the cheetah's amber ones. "You've been a ray of sunshine in my life since I first messaged you, Elliot. Every heartfelt text has been a treasure to me."

"You're a treasure," he shot back with a giggle. Carver made broad declarations of how much the cat meant to him all the time, but it had a much bigger impact hearing it aloud, so all he could resort to was a retort that a third-grader would have cringed at.

"Sapphire, aquamarine, kyanite," he listed off, brushing thick, mighty digits over the cat's cheek in a tender, gentle manner. "A veritable hoard of gemstones." Up close, the cheetah could see that Carver's scales were indeed faintly translucent, each one a crystal smoothed and shaped to form a protective layer over softer, darker skin. But, surprisingly, they didn't feel cold or hard as he was held. They had the same heat as a warm-blooded person, and the comfort of any other smooth-scaled reptilian. Just another quirk of magical beings, he guessed.

"Is that how dragons work? They just sort of... become their own hoard?" It was a curious, innocent question, born out of ignorance. Although he'd admired their looks for a long time, Elliot had never met one, nor spent much time researching their lore and unique features.

"Mmm, not quite. Gemstone and metal dragons simply have scales made of those materials. That's why there aren't a lot of us, and those that remain are mostly secretive." He gave the cheetah a concerned glance. "I already know the answer, but... you'd never skin me for my scales, would you?"

"Of course not!" The very idea horrified the Elliot. "That's just disgustingly cruel." He reached out and smoothed his palms over the dragon's snout, leaning up to plant a kiss on his chin. "Even if I could somehow, I'd never want to hurt you. Not for gems, or anything."

A smile returned to Carver's face, the dragon taking a gentle nom over the cheetah's muzzle. Sharp fangs might have seemed threatening if he had not been warned ahead of time that the dragon's affections were perfectly safe, no matter how big or unusual they might be. But, as they delicately brushed over Elliot, not harming him in the slightest, he simply felt the adoration of his companion. "I can grow them for you. Gems, I mean." Carver tapped a sharp, black claw against his shoulder, clicking against the azure scales there, the tip of the claw slipping underneath one to show that they were slightly flexible. "It takes time, but if you like them, I would be happy to give you precious stones as gifts, to keep or to sell."

"You don't have to do that," the cat insisted. "I'm not interested in you for money or gems."

"I know. I want to." Carver seemed to realize he'd been holding the cheetah for a very long time, so he sat down, loosening his hold while letting Elliot sit in his lap, although the dragon's tail still remained looped around his waist, a second layer of coils slithering around almost possessively. "I can make such pretty baubles for you to wear. Not that any gem would compare to your own beauty." The flirtatious compliments made the feline turn away with a bashful laugh, before finding the dragon's hand gently guiding his face back to look at him. "I can tell you don't believe me. But I'm utterly smitten with you."

Carver's hands were huge and strong, but as they slowly brushed over the cheetah, their touches were soft, gentle, almost reverent. Filtering claws and fingertips through his fur, tracing along his shoulders and chest, down to his stomach, before moving back up to glide along his arms, finally settling on his hands, where the dragon knit fingers together with him, smile never dimming. "Can I show you?"

Elliot knew what his friend was referencing. He could feel, like a tension humming just underneath the surface, the way that the dragon felt restrained. The magic was strong, enough that it would hold despite scrunching him down to a fraction of his size, but it was simply uncomfortable for him. "Yeah, of course," the cheetah agreed, feeling his heart beat a little faster. Carver had sent him photos before, but that just couldn't give the sense of scale that seeing up close would provide.

"Thank you." The reply was full of gratitude, and he carefully released the cat, letting him stand away to the side.

Getting to his feet, Carver seemed to feel a little anxious, perhaps as much as the cheetah. Releasing the spell that held his size back was a slow process, with him not wanting to just explode much bigger. That could have disastrous consequences for the nearby environment, from sudden cracking of the earth underneath his weight, or from sending shockwaves through the air as tons of mass displaced the air he suddenly took the place of. Even with a slow release, the dragon's size increased dramatically, wind picking up as crackles of azure energy made the air hum. It was gradual, but even then made the ground underneath crack beneath the extra weight, clawed feet digging at the ground as they expanded along with the rest of him. Elliot watched in awe as the dragon rose higher and higher, foot by foot, expanding in all three dimensions. Bigger than a house, bigger than many of the apartment complexes in his town. By the time the energy was all released, Carver towered over the landscape, at least a hundred feet tall, his broad frame making him look more like a part of the landscape, like some monument to dragonkind.

Elliot just stood in raw admiration of the immense being before him. When he moved, he did so slowly, craning his head to gaze down upon the cheetah, once more showing a smile. So large, it was like every detail of him was magnified, each scale now more the size of fist rather than a tiny one that might fit on the end of a fingertip. The feline felt waves of heat radiating from the dragon, and the scent that had covered him before was stronger than ever. Earthy and vibrant, but also cool and refreshing somehow. Clean. But, also, considering that the dragon's male parts were much closer to the ground than a good portion of the rest of him, masculine, lightly musky, and certainly indicating strong attraction.

"It's too much, isn't it?"

The voice seemed to come from inside his head this time, the cat realizing that it must be more of the dragon's magic after a moment. He guessed that at his size, his real voice would boom and thunder so loudly that the words wouldn't get through, might even hurt someone his size. "Not at all!" he insisted, cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling in hope that the sound would reach Carver's ears.

"You don't have to shout," he replied, with a soft chuckle, sounding both happy and relieved. "I should have warned you. A little gimmick of dragon magic for talking with folks that aren't my size. Didn't want to deafen you." Carver slowly kneeled, getting down on both knees and sitting on his feet before the cheetah, careful not to disturb the earth with an impact of his immense mass. Even though it halved the heights he reached, it still meant that Elliot had to crane his neck up to look at his face, his gigantic body dominating most of the cat's view. The way he sat left his immense shaft and balls resting on the ground, nestled between muscled thighs thicker than sequoias. A soft, rumbling sigh went through the dragon, making the landscape around him vibrate enough that for a moment, Elliot thought there was an earthquake.

The cheetah came forward, having to grab hold of Carver's scales and use them to climb up onto his leg to sit on his lap, the dragon leaning back slightly and propping himself up with arms behind him, so the angle wasn't so severe for the two of them to look at each other, even if it meant having to peer around his thick pecs and gut. "Do you wanna... do the thing?"

For a moment, Carver hesitated. They'd talked about this before. If they wanted to be lovers, which every single moment they'd spent together, whether virtually or in person, seemed to scream that they did, certain precautions needed to be taken. Although Carver could shrink himself down indefinitely to a size more suitable for a life together, there was always a certain element of danger when it came to interacting with him at his true size. After all, a giant could easily squish or crush a small person unintentionally. The dragon was loving and gentle, not the sort to wish harm on anyone, least of all the man he wanted to have as a mate. "I do. But, are you sure you want to?" His voice quivered slightly on the last word, nerves showing through even in the telepathic communication. "I adore you, Elliot, but I need to impress upon you how serious this is for me. I don't take matehood lightly."

"Neither do I. The past few months together have been a dream, and I want so much to be together with you." The cheetah paused, holding out his arms, the dragon understanding the gesture and putting a fingertip into his grasp, big as a boulder. "This isn't some fleeting fetish of mine. I'm in love with you."

"And you're okay with doing the bonding ritual with me?"

The way he asked was equal parts nervous, disbelieving, and hopeful. Elliot understood why. It was definitely a bizarre affair. In order to gain immunity to any sort of mishaps that might occur between the two of them, the cheetah needed to be infused with dragon magic, exactly the same kind that flowed naturally within Carver. There were many ways to do it, but the most direct way was to expose him to an especially powerful source of it, which meant going inside.

There were multiple ways to do it, but most of them were terribly dangerous. Being eaten was the most common, but that typically required special magic and equipment to survive to begin with. The inside of a dragon's stomach was a swirl of elemental magics and acids that all but those worthy to become dragon knights from ages past would be consumed by. Elliot was no hero or magician, so that way was out. Even resting within Carver's maw would have been too risky, thanks to the threat of his breath accidentally sucking the cat in and down. Even if he could survive, there was also the matter of having to find a way out. In most cases, that had meant the dragon knights had been forced to cut their way out of the dragons they served. A brutal, horrific experience for them both, that neither Carver nor Elliot were prepared to undertake.

Just one way was left. A much safer, if infinitely more lewd way.

"It's... weird. But it also does sound like a nice way for us to bond together. So... yeah!"

His enthusiasm seemed to put Carver at ease, and showing a broad smirk, he slowly gestured between his legs, to the thick slab of his manhood that rested heavily against his massive nuts. "I suppose we'd better get you acquainted with me." The dark-skinned piece of meat pulsed softly with his heartbeat, rather slow as the moment, but obviously powerful. Even unaroused, the dragon was hugely endowed, his uncut shaft easily as long as he had been tall previously, and thick enough that Elliot stood no chance of getting his arms around its girth. The cat drew closer, reaching out to gently touch the shiny, smooth skin. It felt soft, reacting with a bulging shift to even the light pressure of his hand. "Don't worry. He won't bite."

"Heh, maybe. But spit and swallow, for sure," the cheetah teased. "It's beautiful."

"Bah. It's nothing special. Just another muscle."

That rubbed Elliot the wrong way, who kept his hand against the flaccid length, already feeling a little lightheaded from the intense scent hanging in the air around it. "Well, I disagree. I think it's a fantastic cock, attached to an even better dragon."

That made him smile again, his thick tail swishing about happily, Carver having to check to make sure he wasn't sweeping away any of the landscape with his coiling length. "I know I've said it before, but I have to again. Once we get started, I can pause for a while to let you get comfortable, but I won't be able to stop. If you have any doubts about being claimed, it's better to wait."

He didn't have any real reservations, but Elliot did have a couple of questions. "Have you ever done this before?"

"Well, no..." Carver looked embarrassed, a crooked grin crossing his face. "I've practiced, but I've never actually taken a mate before. It's pretty simple, actually. I just have to relax, and he'll take care of most of it all on his own." He gave his own shaft a couple of pats, making the thick flesh ripple under the weight thudding against it.

"Will it hurt?"

"Oh, no, not at all! You'll be perfectly safe and protected the whole time by a little spell of mine."

"No, I know that. I meant you! It won't hurt you when I go in, will it?"

The dragon paused before chuckling, shaking his head slowly. "Nope. From what I've been told, it will feel good. Real good." Once more, that crooked smile crossed his features. "Thank you, Elliot. I've been nervous about how you might feel, once you saw me in person. But I'm relieved, and glad you can accept me."

After that, the dragon leaned down, bringing his snout level with Elliot's face, holding his breath so that they could gently touch lips. When they did, the feline felt a spark of energy go through him. Not quite electric, but definitely blue. That was the only way he could think to describe it. That was the spell of protection that Carver had mentioned before. And, with that in place, they could begin. Elliot slipped back down from the dragon's lap, landing on the ground with a huff and turning around just in time to see his lover rising up on his knees again. Once he was upright, his shaft dangled freely, gigantic balls dangling low enough still that they rested on the ground. Elliot marched over underneath the tip of the hanging cock, leaning back to look up at it, the hooded tip aimed directly at him, swaying slightly thanks to the pulses going through it.

"Just let me know when you're ready," Carver told him. The dragon was content to let him dictate the pace, since he was the vulnerable one out of his element. The cheetah reached up to where the blunt head hung suspended above him, touching to it with both hands, making it twitch and bulge excitedly before touching a kiss to the lips of the opening, trailing his tongue across the slit and dipping briefly into it. Once that was done, he shed the clothes on his lower half, kicking them aside to stand nude below his dragon, signaling that he was prepared.

Elliot couldn't help but keep staring as the shaft twitched again, this time even more lively than before, a thick strand of precum starting to drool from the opening. It would be a messy process, Carver had warned, but as the heated fluid dripped down onto his shoulder, running down his chest and back and almost immediately soaking him, he'd never guessed just how messy. He couldn't resist a taste of it, groaning softly at the salty flavor hitting his tongue, with an odd cool hint to it, like the sensation of mint.

It was almost enough to distract him from the way the slit yawned open a little wider, the flow from it increasing as it lowered itself down, making contact with his muzzle. The immensely thick flesh slowed its advance, slipping over his snout with a wet, squishing noise, muffling any sounds that the cat might make. Immediately, his nose was filled with the scent of his dragon's arousal, masculine pheromones flooding into him, putting chemical whispers into his brain that he needed to give himself to this being for breeding. Thankfully, the protective spell would keep him from running out of air, either from being trapped in the shaft's confines, or simply being flooded with Carver's precum, but even warnings from when they had discussed this in the past hadn't been entirely adequate to prepare him.

"Are you doing okay?" The question from the dragon reassured him, and even though he felt foolish doing it, he replied aloud from within the snug tunnel hugging around his face that he was doing fine. "No turning back now, love," came Carver's reminder. Still, he waited until Elliot gave the gigantic, hugely thick mass of draconic pride a couple of pats, urging him on.

The feline shut his eyes, trying to keep his breathing even and steady, but it was difficult. The flesh seemed to have a will of its own, slowly shifting, the slit pushing over his face and head, opening slightly to admit it with a bulging flex before relaxing, cupping under his chin and tucking against his neck, with a lewd, wet squelch. Precum washed down in a slow stream, pooling around his neck before the male organ let it spill down, coating his whole body in thick layers of it, making sure he was well lubricated for his trip into his dragon.

The way the cock hugged and clung to him told just how hungry it was to have him, eagerly drooling in anticipation of drawing him in farther. Even though the hold was gentle enough that it didn't hurt or anything, Elliot could tell there was no resisting it. With the sensation of the thick walls pressing in on him, Carver's heartbeat pulsing faintly around him, he began to feel a bit intoxicated on the musky, manly scent filling his head, squirming slightly as he too became aroused, his much smaller prick standing at attention.

"Mmm, are you enjoying yourself?" came his dragon's voice again. "I'm glad. You already feel so good in me. So right." There was a deeper, huskier note as he spoke, clearly having just as much fun. When Elliot gave him another pat to let him know to keep going, he let out a deep, rumbling growl, sounding very pleased.

The cock bulged and flexed around him, pressing down against his shoulders, firmly enough that if he hadn't been expecting it, his knees would have buckled. Still, he could feel the enormous weight suspended above him, held back only be his lover's desire to bring him in slowly. Once more, the slit yawned wider, slipping past his narrow shoulders and over the first part of his upper arms. From here, he wouldn't be able to make any signal with his hands that he was ready, so he simply relaxed, letting his arms hang loosely at his sides.

"Oh, yeah," Carver rumbled happily. "Just wait now. Soon you'll be tucked away nice and snug in me. Just relax and let me claim you, love."

The weight of the colossal slab of cock meat was enough to help the rest of his entry. All Elliot had to do was stay still, and let gravity do its work. The pre still washing over him lubricated the tunnel so that the hugely thick head inched its way down over him, gently pulsing and twitching now and then. First, his upper arms and back, then down over his chest and tummy, slowly slipping and sliding, gradually pinning his arms to his sides. As his head was drawn in deeper, he could feel the eager anticipation of the inner walls, begging to be allowed to pull him in faster, but simply not allowed. He couldn't help but moan and squirm, the caress of the immense cock holding him tightly, each moment where it slid over him agonizingly slow, but pleasant. Finally, it reached his waist, the cheetah blindly bucking with his arousal, struggling to keep his footing.

"Mhhh, easy, love. Let me help," Carver soothed. Again, the opening to the cock spread a bit wider, enveloping the feline's excited shaft along with his hips, gushing precum liberally over his entire body as it did, the slit fitting snug around his thighs and trapping the cat's erection against his tummy, slowly teased as the walls of the giant's shaft kept inching downward. "Now, that feels lovely, doesn't it? Much better to cum inside your dragon."

With most of his body encased in the slick tunnel of his lover's cock, the final slide down and over him went faster, the whole cock tensing and flexing, bulging around him as it widened and let gravity bring the tons of meaty flesh slipping downward, the head thudding heavily against the ground. Elliot's legs and feet were engulfed with a loud, gurgling slurp, leaving only his toes dangling from the opening.

A deeply satisfied rumble sounded in the feline's ears. "My chee," came Carver's voice, deeper and somehow triumphant. "My mate. You're doing great, love." A moment later, he felt himself being lifted up, the dragon getting to his feet, making the immense meat swing lewdly with his extra weight inside of it. A slight difference in the pressure he felt around him told that Carver grasped the shaft in his hands, holding delicately around where the cheetah remained suspended. "Just gotta... gulp you the rest of the way..."

Even soft, the gigantic manhood possessed considerable power to flex and squeeze, Elliot squirming as he felt the inner walls stretch and shift in a powerful wave. The peristaltic motion drew him in deeper, shifting him about a foot farther along the path, feeling the hot, slick flesh of the shaft closing around his bare feet. "Ohhh, ffffuck," was the reaction from the dragon, obviously as overwhelmed by the experience as the cheetah felt, groaning as the squirming bulge in his flaccid dick passed between his hands. "Mmfff, this might... be a little more intense than I'd thought," he admitted.

After another of those rolling undulations of the tunnel holding him, Elliot felt himself suspended entirely and comfortably inside of Carver's cock. The cat was surrounded by so much slick flesh, the smell of arousal overwhelming him, that he couldn't stay still. He bucked his hips as much as he could, rubbing his excited shaft against the pre-slickened inner walls of his lover, groaning out pleasures as he twisted and squirmed, aching for some release. "That's it," came the encouraging words of the dragon holding him in such erotic confinement. "Squirm all you like, love. Cum for your dragon." It didn't take him long to do just that, the walls pressing and squeezing in on him just right as Carver gently kneaded the bulge that he made inside the huge, meaty shaft. "Goooood." After that, another couple of waves gulped him in farther with lewd squishing sounds, suspending him halfway along the tunnel of his dragon.

Elliot felt a shift, as Carver moved again, settling down on his back with his shaft aimed upwards, the cheetah able to feel the gentle grip around him through the thick mass of draconic meat squeezed tightly to him. Slowly, that pressure moved up and down along his body, the soft, flexible walls growing a tad firmer, the dragon's heartbeat growing a bit louder in his ears. As pleasured huffs and growls hummed around him, he realized that Carver must be stroking himself, growing erect with him inside. He felt an odd tingling sensation on his fur and skin, growing slowly, but gradually stronger.

"Gotta hold you here for a while and let the magic sink in," Carver explained, his strokes long and laborious, making sure that Elliot felt every little squeeze and brush over the aroused flesh. "Mmmh, feels incredible having you in me. I know we talked about this being a one time thing, but... I know I'll want to do this with you again." Elliot squirmed and huffed happily inside he snug confines, a shiver going through him, that Carver seemed to feel. "Heh, yes. You belong to dragon now. And to this big, beautiful cock you seem to enjoy so much." There were little teasing notes in his voice, but everything he said was full of affection and adoration. "He really likes you, Elliot. Can you tell? Hungry, greedy dragon cock thinks you're the perfect snack..." The whole slab of aroused male flesh pulsed and shifted, walls closing in to hug even more tightly against the cheetah, as though it had a mind of its own and agreed with Carver's sentiment, trying to illustrate how much it wanted him.

As he was held and stroked over there, pinned snugly by the walls of the tunnel, the sensation of cool tingling grew stronger and stronger, sinking into him, until at last he could feel it penetrate the very core of his being. Once it did, he heard a deep rumble come from Carver. "I think that did the trick," he said, groaning softly when he took a few more strokes over the bulge that Elliot made in his manhood. "Just a few more gulps and you'll be in my balls, love." The feline could almost hear excited gurgles and sloshes coming from the far end of the tunnel, where he was being gradually sent. The waves that pulled him in came faster now, Carver panting and groaning heavily as Elliot was gobbled down the length of his shaft, coming to a thick wall with a tiny opening, that once his face pressed against, began to open, yawning wider and wider until one final gulp deposited him into the warm, humid confines of his mate's sac. He could feel the dragon squirming with delight, hands clasped around the base of his shaft as it made the final swallow over Elliot, with him trumpeting a prideful, ecstatic roar.

There was much more room to move inside the dragon's balls, although they too made for a pretty snug pouch for him to rest inside. He wriggled about to get comfortable, loud gurgles reaching his ears as the dragon's arousal reached a peak, gallons upon gallons of precum filling the sloshy sac. "Not long now," Carver gasped. "Just gotta... rrrf..." Something about the dragon being so horny he could hardly speak tickled the cheetah, who was content to wait for him to jack himself off to completion, which would help free the newly-infused feline from inside his mate, providing him permanent protection from any mishaps that might occur between them. Like, say, being shot out of his dick like a cannon on a geyser of cum. "Ah, g-get ready, love! I'm... I'm...!"

The tremendous pair of nuts lurched, gurgling loudly as they clenched upwards, squeezing Elliot back toward the entrance he'd just passed through. Once more, it was open, the fluid pressure guiding him toward it, making his head and shoulders pass through, finding himself welcomed into the snug tunnel of his lover's shaft once more. But, rather than let the rush of fluid come right away, the opening behind him closed, pressure mounting behind the gate as Carver stroked vigorously over the base, which was lewdly swollen with his feline lover, the walls hugging more tightly to him than ever before. When it all came loose, it happened so fast that Elliot hardly had time to think about it before he was surrounded by a wash of thick, heated seed, carried along with it so fast up through Carver's cock that he found himself flying through the air in a thick splatter of it that more resembled an oceanic wave than anything he'd ever put out. For a moment, his natural fear of death by falling took hold of him, even as he came falling toward the tummy and chest of his lover. But, rather than let him come slamming against a rounded gut the size of a hill, or mountainous pecs, splattering red against gemtstone scales, the fluids seemed to cushion his impact, enough that he hardly felt anything at all as he was plastered against the upper curve of his mate's tummy, sliding messily into the cleft it made with his pecs.

Carver wasn't finished yet, though. The dragon writhed and moaned in the throes of orgasm, toes curling and feet pawing at the ground while his tail swished about excitedly, firing off geyser-like jets of seed that rained down across the landscape, leaving steaming white pools and long ropes across the nearest treeline, as though a good portion of the forest had been TP'ed, except with hot dragon fluid instead of paper. It took him almost a full minute to stop gushing, the giant's chest heaving with pants and gasps for breath, slowly relaxing with a long groan. When he finally stilled, he looked down, gently scooping under Elliot with an immense hand to bring him closer, washing over him with long laps of his tongue, the slender organ coiling about him as it worked to wipe away all the sticky goo clinging to his fur.

"My chee," was all Carver said at first, a bit sheepishly at that. If there had ever been any doubts about how the dragon felt about him, that bashful proclamation of belonging would have wiped them away. "You've made a dragon very, very happy."

"My pleasure," Elliot insisted, touching a delicate smooch on the tongue still grooming him, shivering at the way it slid along his body so smoothly. "Anything for my dragon."

That seemed to be the right response, because it put a deep rumble in Carver's chest, the closest thing that he could equate to a purr. "That was fantastic. You were fantastic." Showing a broad, toothy smile, he used a massive fingertip to pet and brush over his lover. "Whatever you want, Elliot. Gems. Trips to all the places you've ever wanted to go. Making love to you all hours of the day and night. I'll even beg for you, if that's what it takes. But please, please tell me we can do this again sometime." There was a fervent element to his pleading, his sky-blue eyes focused only on the cat he was so smitten with. "I've never felt so close with you. I need that."

It left Elliot feeling flustered, the way that Carver was already almost begging for more. Sure, it had been an odd experience, but he had to admit, going for it a second time didn't sound like a bad idea. The more he thought about it, a fun, hot idea. "I'd be glad to. It's a pretty nice feeling. Belonging." Grinning crookedly, he paused, adding, "To the biggest, most beautiful cock I've ever seen."

That made the dragon chuckle, grinning right back at him. "Mmmh, you're going to be such a spoiled little cocksnack. Thank you, love."