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An Envelope To Eternity

By: PharusPhallus/skylus

“Brace yourself. I'm going in," the dragon called out.

The young man clutched the saddle tighter as his companion made a slight dive into the sea of clouds below. His breath hitched with anticipation, and being well aware the world would be lost to him anyway, the human closed his eyes and simply focused on the way the soothing moisture sweeped throughout his shirt. A long awaited sigh of relief spilled out from him. It felt as if mother-earth herself sent a divine entity to them personally, and pulled them into a cool embrace. For an extent that was encouraged to last an eternity, Koda glided through a sedated darkness that hushed all of his displeasures within seconds. Water danced all over skin and hide, and droplets began accumulating over his own eyelids. The water soaked into him, and with the wisdom of a phenomenon that most humans could only dream to reach, the dragonrider came to the same innate realization he did often, which was more of a deeply rooted euphoric outburst than anything else: Heaven could in fact be reached before a demise, and his gateway was found seated on these shoulders.

Damn. He breathed- allowing the whooshing dampness to force a refreshing breath of air into his lungs- it indeed felt very good to get a brief escape from the sun boring down on him. And he was sure the great black-hided feral felt just as grateful, considering he was the one who had been doing all the work for the past few hours. The boy had been avoiding touching the dragon's scales due to how they were scorching, but now he slowly rested his head alongside one of the pliable spikes lining the beast's neck. A gesture of appreciation felt necessary, and he placed a hand on the textured obsidian, rubbing in the humidity that collected on the thirsty, living armor. A grateful purr reverberated through him.

“Think we are almost there?" Koda asked, slightly muffled by the ebony against his face.

Pharus crooned, “Open your eyes in three… two… one."

The boy complied, and leaned over to watch them breach from the other side of the wonderful puffs. He allowed gravity to grow top-heavy, having no fear for the thousands of feet between him and the ground beneath.

There was a giant parting in the lush woods below. The pristine summer day revealed an impressive amount of barn houses erected neatly inside the plot, most flanked by a stretching perimeter of some kind of vivid, leafy produce that couldn't be distinguished quite yet, but were obviously being grown and well maintained alongside the main profession. A few stables and pens were lined neatly and accordingly in front of a huge estate that faced the entire property. There were dozens of colorful bulks of living creatures sprinkled all throughout the grass and muddy soil inside the established confines, moving about. And a huge arched headgate he could see when Koda craned his neck. It was erected gloriously in copper-steel at the end of the sinuous and isolated road that guided in. The road made it far removed from the nearest town.

The property was properly its own domain.

He couldn't make it out from here, but he was certain the crest cut into the mouth of the headgate read: Waterloo's Ranch. He had heard the name many times, in his past, and especially since his new line of work. This was the place, certainly.

“Ah. Very nice. Let's land just to the side of the house, yeah?" Koda pointed in Pharus' view.

The dragon nodded, and they began circling around in a steady decline, closing in from the endless blue above.

As they descended, Koda took in the sight of the ranch. It fascinated him. For some reason, he had always been deeply interested in drake ranches ever since he was a lad. How did it really work? Did they all have names? He never had much opportunity to see them, until recently. He was thrilled to be here, which was a welcome feeling for how dull his journeys could be at times.

Giving it thought, he supposed it was that curiosity that drove him to pursue the creature under his rump. A simple curiosity led to a sort of healthy, and very rewarding obsession. A flare of appreciation lit up in him for that speculation.

He could now see a few humans filtered throughout the many, more smaller reptiles that frolicked about as they got closer. Some of the two-leggers carried rags and buckets, some of them shovels and wheelbarrows, among other things going about their business. Hired farmhands, assuredly, and much more than Koda anticipated, just at a glance. The ranch was well renowned among this area (among this entire land) and Koda had no doubt it was plenty lucrative enough to pay for the care and work it accomplished. Nonetheless, he was still astonished. There was no wonder why the two couriers pay-out was so heavy for this job, now especially. From what Koda understood, Waterloo even had other properties than this one, but this was his headquarters and home- which was obviously the mansion looming over the entire place. Koda got the idea that Waterloo had too much money to know what to do with, with that extravagant of a porch view.

The people all stared up at the duo briefly, before promptly returning to their dutiful work, losing interest.

However, none of the prized creatures the ranch possessed broke their stares on Pharus and Koda. Every one of them within sight watched from inside the pens and stables as they landed. The human bounced while his companion bounded, and they came to a stop a few yards ahead of the estate. Looking around, there were bright eyes weighing down on them from every direction, framed in all different builds and spectrums of colors. Some of them warbled happily at their arrival, and despite this, all of them looked out from over the gates and through the bars lining their areas, peaked interest crackling in their vibrant eyes. Koda couldn't help but note how gorgeous all these drakes were. Some were rare. Some he had never even seen anything like until now. Some introduced him to palettes of complimentary beauty he could have never imagined. Regardless of how they were all generally the size of a large dog (in contrast to his fierce beast under him that was larger than a draft horse), their bulks packed in countless distinguishing details.

Koda thoroughly adored them.

Koda unlatched the strap on his chest, and hopped off the dragon. He did his best to pretend his unworked legs didn't tremble under him and proceeded to tug off the leather chestpiece he wore. Giving a smile to a pearlescent-white drake with striking red irises that eyed them from the nearest stable, the creature wiggled eagerly in response as he tucked the equipment under his arm.

These smaller creatures may have been less intelligent and unspeaking compared to the full-fledged sovereigns of the sky. Nonetheless, these wingless beings demanded respect and deep consideration. That much was apparent just looking at them. There was true soul in those eyes.

Despite everything new to the young man, he cleared his throat, and rounded to the front of the beast that was still the most valuable creature he had ever known- while said dragon settled onto his haunches and rustled his spent wings.

“You want some jerky?" Koda asked as he pulled off his backpack.

Pharus didn't respond for a moment. He was surveying the property diligently. His brow was furrowed in what Koda had expected him to feel: skepticism.

“Places like this ruin my appetite," the dragon stated.

Koda sighed, but he understood. “Alright. But judging just from looking around, I'm confident he takes very good care of these guys. It's a beautiful place, don't you think?"

The boy was well aware of the dragon's opinion on reptile ranches like these. The feral couldn't help but feel a bubble of resentment for the way his lesser intelligent correlate-species was sort of taken advantage of in this way. Regardless of the strange innate protectiveness his companion felt for these creatures (which Koda commended greatly), there was no sign of mistreatment so far. Drakes would enjoy a very content life like this if they were properly fed and groomed. With a ranch as acclaimed as this one, it wouldn't thrive as it did otherwise. They both knew that, and Pharus was obligated to give it a chance.

“It's fine if you don't want to eat," Koda said, “But I know you're thirsty, so you will drink. It was a long flight." He uncapped his water canteen, taking a gulp of it himself before he cupped the dragon's chin, “Come on. Bottoms up, buddy."

Pharus snorted, but didn't resist as the canteen was tilted to his lips. Koda watched the way his throat muscles moved as he gulped. He easily downed the entire thing, and received an appreciative pat to his robust shoulder.

Once Pharus had finished, he gave a mischievous glare to the brown hair below him, and shook his head while sputtering what liquid had dribbled down his maw.

This, of course, showered Koda's face with water. He cried out, and pushed away the dragon's face with a laugh, before he was aggressively nuzzled all along his head.

“Enough, you damn fiend!- Oh shit." he batted desperately at the invading snout, then jumped away to proceed with his after-flight ritual.

Pharus watched with amusement. He always enjoyed watching his human doing this. It was a weird and crucial ritual that the dragon was determined to make humiliating for his human, though it was a battle he had begun to believe he would never win. Koda was indeed shameless about it.

Koda began hopping around, kicking his legs out randomly in every direction. His limbs danced around him, utterly lacking any manner of grace or discipline. He wasn't trying to put on a show, however. It was a trite-and-true method for him, and onlookers were pushed out of the picture. An impending muscle contraction was trying to sneak up on Kods, so he immediately pounced to thwart it. Literally, so to speak. Up and down. Side to side. He breathed evenly, loosening up the spasms that bubbled under the surface. Pharus had dubbed this ritual: "The Monkey Dance".

When some of the drakes let out excited trills in response to his strange behaviour, the dragon pointed it out, “Look. They like the monkey too." He began hitting his paw on the ground, as if along with a beat, and carrying his dance.

“Oh, shut up."

Pharus laughed before he straightened up again. “You do seem plagued by this. You may need to change your diet."

Koda's words bounced on each of his hops, “You sure about that? Maybe it's just what- huff- you feed me yourself. Slowly poisoning. Preparing to eat me one day." The human switched to jumping-jacks.

“Hm?" Pharus was lost on this for a moment, before his expression fell dead-pan. He snorted, “Are you suggesting what I churn is toxic? I suppose you do it to yourself, considering how you, oh so much, enjoy drinking down my see-"

Pharus was suddenly cut off by a booming voice that was approaching. “Hey! Hello? Are you two the couriers, or are you just trespassing?!"

They both turned to look (one of them sort of spun midair), finding a well-built man sporting an impressive beard that fell to his chest, closing the space between them with haste. His stare was harsh, emboldened by his brisk stride. He was well dressed and clean. It was a jarring sight due to all the humans he'd seen here so far. The overalls he wore contained his slightly bulging belly.

Ah. It was the man they were looking for. And thankfully, he wasn't a moment too soon. And it was moments like these when Pharus really appreciated his rider.

“Yes, sir!" Koda said without skipping a beat, “We have your delivery… Mr. Waterloo? My friend and associate Lord Garen told you to expect us, correct?"

“Yesindeedverygood," he replied quickly, almost frantically. His voice was deep and booming. “Stop jumping. You're late. You must stop with the antics and get out of sight. Immediately."

He stopped in front of the two, gesturing off to his right. In that direction were a couple small barn houses at the edge of the property. He smelt rich of quality tobacco.

Koda indeed stopped, and was taken aback by this man's bold impression. So was Pharus. The young man glanced up to the sun, and back at the middle-aged man. It was mid day. And they weren't told to be here at a specific time. He was confused.

“Uh, excuse me? I was simply stretching." Koda said.

“You are riling them up, but not really you." Waterloo said.

And then he pointed a finger at Pharus, “You."

Koda glanced at his partner in surprise, and the dragon promptly glared. “And why is that?" Pharus asked, a little too nonchalant.

Without hesitation, he replied, “Because I own this property, and you will do as I say. Now follow me to the barn at the east of the plot, please."

Koda was dumbfounded, and the ultimate crimson-faced predator didn't stir. Koda swore he could feel his partner tense up behind him. “You are void of any manners, human." Pharus stated in a low tone.

“Pharus." The boy warned, bringing a hand to the broad chest. “Sir, what is the meaning of this? This is supposed to be a quick exchange."

The boulder of a man stood his ground, studying the runners with intensity. Eventually, he let out a great huff.

“I understand how this must sound, but I do not have the patience to explain it to you right now. This is my livelihood you are standing on, and it is a very delicate time of the season. You are a distraction to the drakes, and the dragon will disrupt the balance I work hard to keep." His sharp, but very clear eyes darted between them, “The exchange will not be quick enough. I must account for everything I should be receiving." He pointed once again to the barn. “You must. Do you understand?"

It took Koda a moment, but it quickly clicked in his head. He took a sniff of the air. The fragrant heat that carried on the breeze was oddly familiar to him. It was spicy, striking, and nearly crackling with energy. It stuck in his throat.

Hormones. Pheromones. Mating season. He was then certain that his dragon was well aware of it too.

“You've also been carrying drake-nip on you the entire way, which I wasn't expecting," Waterloo said to the glaring green eyes, his own turning skeptical, “I cannot trust you."

Even as smelly as it was, Koda was still shocked that the man could smell that from the recesses of his backpack, “Wait, slow down. The drake-nip isn't ours. It's complimentary of one of your patrons."

The rider felt the feral crane his head down, pressing against him and towards the man. Koda instinctively pressed back, putting himself between them.

“You take me for a simple animal bereft of restraint, sir?" the dragon nearly growled next to Koda's ear.

“Buddy." Koda hissed quietly.

They had come a long way for this job. Not to mention how much it was going to pay up. They couldn't squander it just because this man was admittedly… ungracious. The man needed what they had just as much as the two wanted the money, but any kind of unconfident feedback would fall on them back at home.

If the ranch owner was at all intimidated, he didn't show a shred of it. He only straightened up, puffing his belly out. Indeed, he had to deal with creatures like him as an occupation. Koda usually dealt with resolving fear and rebuilding trust in these situations.

He was masterly cool about how he spoke, “I would never pass that accusation onto you, dragon. But the last time I went against my better judgement, the former dragon-courier left two of my drakes swollen with clutches I didn't anticipate. I will not allow that again. Those two don't make deliveries anymore. Anywhere. So, do you understand?"

Not one, Koda thought, but two? They must have been pretty quick about it...

Pharus made no audible response. It was a silent, vicious warfare the grizzled man and the giant reptile exchanged between their steady scowls instead. The seconds passed on heavily as they were fixed on eachother, wholly trying to force the other into submission without force or words. One was an alpha of a dragon. The other was an alpha among drakes. They weren't used to this kind of treatment, and neither would endure their own submission. Maybe ever.

Koda took it onto himself to settle it.

Like usual.

He glanced between the two, and sighed. “Yes. We understand. And I see the barn over there. We'll show ourselves over and I'll be back shortly with your things," he stepped away from his companion, and tugged his foreleg firmly (given there was no possible reality where he could drag him there), “Come on. Let's make this quick."

This perfectly satisfied Mr. Waterloo, it seemed. “That is fine. Take your time, please. I have a long list of things to attend to. What is your name?" he asked, he nodded towards the bigger male.

“Pharus," the beast strained.

“Pharus, you have my word that we will be as quick as possible when it comes to it," Waterloo said, before turning back to his estate, “And lock the barn door behind you!" Was what he left them with.

Pharus let out a snarl, before another tug urged him to begrudgingly follow Koda.

The young man took the walk as an opportunity to absorb in the sights. He was overall very impressed. He noted a few things that struck him, like how all structures and pens spread about were freshly painted. Also, all the grass and greenery were tastefully planted about and brimming with savage life. Not a single patch was dead that he could find- only the well defined lots in the dirt of some of the pens. They were sparse, just as intended. On the ground, Koda could see now that the fields around the perimeter were actually tobacco shrubs. They swayed with health in the gentle breeze.

It was beautiful to look out across the entire place. The plot was very, very well maintained, and he couldn't help but notice how the place didn't smell like a farm as much as it should. Reflecting on their confrontation, Koda could understand why the man was so defensive about what he had here. He had the right to have great pride in what he built for himself. Koda also had to admit that he was ignorant to the preparation and efforts that must go into an establishment this huge. He was simply a messenger and a musician as a hobby. Growing herbs behind his house was a pathetic challenge for him, in and of itself.

Not to mention all the dazzling, glowing eyes that peered at them as they passed. The duo was utterly commanding their attention, it seemed. Koda felt like he held a divine authority as he strutted. Or perhaps it was just the dragon they truly had their attention on...

Regardless, he could feel the tension rolling off the dragon that trailed close behind him. Koda glanced back, and saw the dragon's stare fixed on the floor, brows scrunched in something internal struggling within that pretty head.

The dragon felt his stare, because he flicked his eyes up to meet him, before they quickly dropped back down. The reptile let out a big huff as he continued his stiff walk.

The boy slowed down a bit, and swung his arm around the onyx neck, handling one of the spikes there. “I'll make this up to you," he said as they continued, “I can spice you up some cod tonight. A plate worthy enough to be painted. Raw or cooked," he clutched the dragon playfully, “What do ya say?"

Pharus grunted, “You do not need to compensate for others. And I do not expect you to ever do that."

The human gave him a pat, “But I'm happy to. I was planning on it anyway. Something for you since you carry the team. You need to learn how to take what you give, sometimes. That's why I'm not telling you what I'm doing with the extra gold from this one."

“Is that so?" he glanced back, a glimmer of amusement in his eye, “You sure you aren't just adding to your instrument hoard, or another cake?"

“Yes, I'm sure, but you won't escape my endless nights of serenading regardless," Koda giggled as he trailed his hands over Pharus' neck all the way up to his crested head, and rubbed leisurely circles under his chin. Pharus eyes closed in satisfaction, and a smirk pulled at his scaly lips. “We also have some salmon, if you'd prefer."

“Yes. Salmon, please." His forked tongue flicked out in delight.

“You got it. I also… Wow, look! They even have felkins here- Whoa." Koda suddenly stopped walking.

Pharus opened his eyes and glanced at the human in confusion. He then followed the boy's own stare, and found himself very displeased with his human.

The young man had been trapped in a staring contest with a small brown felkin in a pen to their left. It looked like this portion of the land was designated for these furry animals. Koda could pick out all the differences between them. There were Northerns, Southerns, and Easterns with all their different snout and frames frolicking and lazing, pretty content. If he looked past the one that was obviously extremely excited.

This one's eyes were tenacious, and essentially on fire with obvious want, regardless of the fact that the felkin remained steady and silent. They could both tell it was a male, because it was proudly displaying it while it had its fores hiked up onto the top bars. The felkin glared at the both of them with hunger. Koda felt like he was just being dared to move, and that wasn't hard to assume while the felkin's huge cock waved between the bars below him. The hefty set of balls hung loose beneath the black knot it throbbed into, and the flared head of the splotchy shaft dangled outside of its pen, squirting ropes of smelly pre-seed into the grass. The girthy, flat tip seemed to be staring into him itself, the small slit leaking a tear of desperation for him.

“...Wow," Was all that Koda could manage. He... had never seen a felkin's dick before. He hadn't put much thought into it, to his own surprise. He knew it was much more than he could have imagined, though. He took a moment to study how the veins would bulge along the nearly foot-long length. Holy Aser, that thing could bludgeon someone to death. “That's impressive. Do you think that's supposed to be for me, or for you?" he smirked.

Koda swore it was in response to his words, because the felkin promptly began thrusting into the air, smacking his heavy tool on the bar supporting it. The blunt sound was resounding. More thick splashes of fluid resulted. Koda couldn't deny all the lewd scenarios that flashed through his mind, consisting of all the things they could do with that.

A weapon, AND a faucet. Damn… would the lubrication even be enough?

Pharus had had enough. He shook his head with great irritation and growled. Stepping back behind the human and pushing him forward with a strong shoulder. “Move, you insatiable ape." he commanded.

The dragon's neck and head were now blocking the inspiring view of the felkin, and Koda whined as he was powerless to the bulk pressing against his back, “Aw, come on! I was just kidding! But you are really gonna pass up our own private peep-show?" Koda was shameless to be a bit randy. He felt it was the only way to get that gratifying embarrassment out of his dragon, sometimes. For example: when the human nibbled his sensitive ears in public.

An exasperated sound burst from him, “This place is already a… growl.. how would you say it… a libido circus for me, Koda," he stated, “Please, don't make this any more difficult." They could both hear the felkin growl in displeasure, and stalk off to find someone else to woo.

Koda knew how serious he was being simply from how tense he spoke. He really applauded the creative and very human wording he used though. The full embrace of his strange culture made his heart soar. “Oh, alright," the boy resumed walking without aid, “I understand. I apologize, my friend."

He was right. This was not a good time to tease Pharus with such things. He was doing very well considering, and Koda was proud of that. Dragons were still more rooted in instinct than humans were, despite their brilliance.

“It is fine," he sighed, “Let's just be on our way and get home, quickly."

They both looked ahead, finding they were almost at their destination- a squat, typical red farm house. The obvious and huge lock was on the outside of the gate. Koda winced, knowing Pharus would resent the sight of it.

“Don't take this personally. I promise to be back as soon as possible."

“I still don't approve of being caged like cattle." The dragon glowered.

Koda hesitated, but he felt obligated to have a response, “I know. I don't either… But, he might have a good point, considering what just happened."

Koda approached the door, unlatched the lock and pulled it open. They found stacks of hay lining the walls and on the rafters above. It was clean, if not a bit stuffy when the air whooshed out to meet them.

“It's not my fault they won't stop… staring." Pharus said as he took one last look around the property.

Still, many eyes were honed in.

“Honestly, I can't really blame them. Can you?"

He considered this for a moment. “Are you suggesting that I'm irresistible, human?" The human glanced over at him, finding a knowing smirk lining the cheeky creature's face. Koda was happy to see it.

He laughed as he backed against the open door, and shrugged, “I am. Now, there! Be proud of yourself," he bowed, gesturing a theatrical hand inside the entrance, “After you, gorgeous."

Koda ignored the growl of displeasure his friend made while he still complied. However, it took him a moment to close the door behind him, because he couldn't peel himself away from the way Pharus' hips swayed past him. This was a constant issue for himself, given he knew every curve and scrunch off that rump, and exactly where that tough hide gave way to the supple girth he only presented to one person.

It was because of that familiarity that Koda noticed something. For a brief moment, the dragon tail swung to the side, and the human caught a glimpse of his undercarriage.

Was he… getting aroused?

Catching himself, the human let out a breath, and before following him inside… Koda looked outside the entrance. Swaying grass. Shut doors. There was no one in sight.

Good. He sealed the door closed.

He then walked into the center of the barn, his eyes locked on the twig-ridden floor. The short journey of those couple yards already felt muddled… Perhaps it was due to the fluttering he was enduring inside of himself so suddenly. It made him feel as if the butterflies in his stomach carried him through the space. He struggled with his own brain throughout.

Shit. What was he doing? He just shot a total blank. Wait. Shot a blank? Oh, for the love of-

He gripped his neck instinctively. It was a sort of nervous tick he had.

The few seconds he caught of Pharus' ass dosed his spirit with a certain vigor. Ugh. You majestic jerk… Was that even on purpose? Irresistible, he says.

Well, apparently Koda couldn't resist it.

...Fuck.

He grit his teeth. His freshly-bloomed adulthood was getting the best of him, and he did his best to suppress the lewd images that flashed in front of his mind's eye, which was complimentary of the new shot of hormones that railed his body. Koda shook his head, and he busied himself with tossing his backpack to the floor and rummaging through it. Pharus was unaware of the human's internal storm all the while, simply evaluating his temporary accommodations.

“This is awful." The dragon quickly decided.

The boy thought better to not look at his darling dragon right now. “We've seen much worse," he replied with honesty, “It's isolated. Quiet… cozy? You could take a nap."

There wasn't time for anything else. Nothing. Doing anything but nothing would be REALLY irresponsible. That's the truth. No matter what his racing heart is begging for.

He snorted. “I better not have time for a nap."

“We'll see. Just relax and stretch out. All you do is want to sleep, anyway."

Koda realized he was getting a bit riled up as they were here too. He had to admit, it was mostly due to the exotic cock that got thrown at him, and now it plagued his mind. It sparked a fire in his belly, and it was tough to extinguish. He so wished to have just rid himself of it, preferably through standard means. But he couldn't.

Not right now. He gave himself an internal pep-talk, and pushed at the growing bulge in his pants. Get a hold of yourself.

The human pulled everything out of his stuffed satchel in an orderly fashion, delicately putting each letter of inquiry and business into a leather sleeve while organizing them in kind. All the while, the dragon eventually lost interest in taking stock of what kind of items he would be trapped in here with: dusty shovels and hoes and pails, some rope-nets and muzzles, and a lot of hay. All pretty boring standard for a barnhouse. At least it didn't stink too bad.

Pharus approached Koda and watched over him as he worked. Koda did his best to hide the tension in his shoulders, nonetheless, he was reminded how impossible it was to hide some things from the beast.

“You should stay away from the drakes, too." Pharus stated.

“Yeah? Why's that?"

“They can smell your arousal just as well."

Koda froze, and then sighed in frustration. The papers flopped against the ground. Now he couldn't look at Pharus just so he could save a shred of his dignity.

“I wish you would get out of my head, sometimes." he grumbled quietly, sifting through what was left of the invoices.

“It's less in this head..." Koda felt a claw gently tap his scalp, and he growled. He moved his head to make the point.

The boy was already on edge and afraid of what he might do! Why did the dragon have to touch him if he was well aware? Didn't they just go over this, only the other way around? How dare he!

And then the dragon swiftly ended the internal war inside the boy. Koda's defenses were promptly decimated when the same paw lowered between his squatted legs before he could react, and firmly grabbed hold of the bulge between. “And more in this one." Pharus rumbled into his ear.

The human gasped. Hot blood instantly rushed through his entire being, and he faltered in his delicate position. His hand flew over the paw that gripped his crotch, and unfortunately, the other hand flew to Pharus' snout in an attempt to not lose balance. The issue was that said hand was already gripping the small sack of drake-nip inside the satchel, and he accidentally flung it out and smothered his dragon with it as a result.

The beast made a strange guttural groan after huffing in the potent herbs, and immediately backpedaled, trying to get away. In the split second he looked up, Koda recognized the definitive dilate and contraction of the other's pupils as the dragon blinked. The four legs moved with utmost desperation. A thunderous shiver rebounded down the black and red bulk just like the last time they played with 'Nip together.

That night, he couldn't get the dragon off of him, but he couldn't complain when they were in the privacy of their home. Now that they were here...

Oops.

The feral's senses and utter bearing on reality was barraged with the dose of amphetamines, and he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He was only concerned with getting away. His heart rose to a soaring tempo, and his head buzzed with carnal pressure within seconds. His underbelly began bubbling with heat, and the glint of consciousness that was left screamed at him to separate from the boy. It was extremely difficult, cause every other part of his being only yearned to be closer.

“Shit! Careful!" After falling on his ass, Koda sprung to his feet, reaching out a hand that was already too late.

Pharus' right haunch smashed into a support beam in the center of the barn. The rafters bloomed with dust at the impact, and Koda could hear the thick wood splinter. The boy watched as an immense roped-net that was vicariously thrown up above suddenly slid off.

The dragon immediately panicked as the knots coiled around his horns. He writhed, lifting himself onto his haunches to claw it off, only slinking his fore-leg through and draping it over him more tightly. It was the worst thing he could have done, but he wasn't in his right mind.

“Pharus!" he coughed from the dust, “Buddy, stop! Calm down!"

Pharus struggled violently, snarling all the way until he tripped on another loop of rope that bound his haunch, grunted as he toppled backwards. Koda cringed when his friend's immense weight hit the floor flat. He swore he felt his own breath get punched out of him.

“Pharus!" he sprinted over, sliding onto his knees in front of him, “It's okay, it's okay. I can get this off. Just stop making it worse, alright? Hey!"

Koda feared the swinging horns and didn't know what to do with his hands. Eventually, he accepted his dragon was too jaded to really hear him screaming, so he was forced to settle on resting his hand on his flaring nostrils, knowing it can't be denied.

The struggle quickly tapered out, and he could feel a deep breath being pulled through his fingertips, before hot breath followed it out. It sounded pleased.

“Koda," Pharus actually purred.

Koda's eyes widened. The boy was genuinely shocked considering the dragon rarely did it so openly. Nonetheless, the awe faded when Koda received the half-lidded, obviously wasted look he got. Yup, those few puffs of herb really got to him.

Nonetheless, the two green pools of utmost love that shimmered up at him made him grin. Gods, you're cute. Koda rubbed the poor guy's nose, “That's right, you goon. You still in there?"

The dragon rumbled in content, and attempted to nose the boy, but was once again thwarted by the net that was pinning him down. Cutting off the growl that sounded, Koda leaned and pushed his chin against the rope, resting his head on the bridge of his snout. “Nonono. Just stay still. I'll get you out," he promised as he filled the dragon's entire vision with intent, petting his neck.

The beast reverberated through him with a certain energy as he spoke, “Mmm. Look at what you've done now, idiot."

Koda sighed as he pulled away. “It was an accident. I'm sorry." An exasperated hand waved, “You grabbed my dick!"

“I did." The statement was smooth and proud. Galaxies far, far away were spotted in the depths of his eyes. He was pretty far gone, indeed.

Koda grit his teeth. “Uh-huh."

Koda reached behind himself and pulled the combat knife from his belt. He got to work on the ropes around his companion's head and upper body, which didn't pose a threat to his freshly sharpened blade.

Naturally, Pharus didn't make it easy. He relished nothing more than giving the boy a hard time (even when he couldn't see straight, he supposed), so once his head was liberated from the twine cocoon, the devil craned his head to the human's, and began nibbling on his ear.

He was too fixed on sawing the net from his friend's forelegs to see it coming, and helpless to the dragon's teasing nonetheless. The dangerous fangs slid along his delicate earlobe, smooth and lustful amidst the hot breaths trailing down his neck, and Koda gasped. A shudder thundered through him, and he gripped the knife in his hand tighter.

He tugged his head away, shaking it angrily, “Pharus! Enough before I cut you!" The human knew that harming the beast would be a feat in itself. He wouldn't be able to pierce the tough hide unless he had real intent to. It was simply a desperate excuse to make the dragon stop before Koda gave in.

The pleased rumble emanating from him would never seem to cease now. “Oh, you would never do that, would you?"

Gods. He's being so confident. Something stirred in Koda's lions.

“It should be your concern considering I'm the one in control here."

“Is that a fact?" His tone was all but bubbling.

Koda stopped his cutting and looked up at that. He found Pharus steadily staring at him… as well as he could. His jaw was slightly agape with his forked tongue hanging out, and quietly panting. His silent message was very clear.

He liked that.

An involuntary twitch made the boy smirk, and he looked away. He severed the last rope burdening the dragon's front half, throwing it to the side. His face was so warm.

Koda crouched there for a few moments, contemplating his racing heart. Weighing out his options, he knew this situation was already extremely inappropriate for honest couriers (still excluding their entire relationship). Yet, Koda understood he was not innocent- not in the least. He never had been. And with his dragon staring at him like that, with eyes full of need and utter affection, he decided in a split-second that he didn't really want to be innocent either. Was a look from his lover all it really took?

What Koda had always been was a thrill-seeker. He thrived on the natural rush he could produce from life- a upbringing of simply getting by on thieving and manipulation rooted that quality in him- and this was another golden opportunity. Here he was, in danger of getting caught in a raunchy act he was about to commit (wait, he was?), and it only excited him more. Because he was aware deep inside that he could most likely get away with it. The sum of gold they would collect from this job was good, but fucking his dragon in a stranger's barn before they got away clean would be even better.

So, Fuck it, he thought.

Rather than just look at him, Koda looked into Pharus. He twisted his head up at the beautiful red, black, and white features, and the brown eyes fell straight into the green-speckled pools. The fire in their hearts mingled along the thrumming connection they shared. Their surroundings and all responsibility melted around them. They could only see one another now, and the mutual need was all that mattered.

Suddenly, the human felt just as high as him.

“Yeah. It is. You got any complaints?" Koda finally replied.

“No."

Pharus gave him a satisfied growl as the boy stood up and rounded the feral. Koda took a moment to relish the beautiful form in front of him. His scales, as always, were meticulously cleaned to a sheen from head to tail, and the strength of his form was well pronounced with every breath and subtle movement he made. He was triple his size and flaunting sets of razor savage claws that glimmered lowly in the soft light- If he didn't know this creature, he would be terrified to release him from this confinement.

But he was never afraid of his dragon. He hadn't been since the moment they truly united. Even when his chops were bathed in blood and gore, and Koda saw someone else behind a raging, tameless expression, Koda understood there wasn't a shred inside of Pharus that could bring harm to Koda. He was forever safe in his presence. It was because a dragon's vow was stronger than any forged metal or impenetrable mountain that could swing down or loom over them. They would take on the sky itself, as they did everyday, thighs seated on shoulders.

So it was strange that he did not in fact want to release his dragon. He supposed it would be more fun the way he was already.

With Pharus laying on his side, his rider settled beside him. His soft, white belly was in full view, and more heat filled Koda's insides as he ran a hand across it. He noticed how tense the dragon got on contact, and then promptly deflated in kind with the huff of pleasure that followed behind his own head. Aside from the work Koda already did, the tail was the only thing free from the net, and it slapped against the floor with anticipation.

“Are you in any pain?" Koda asked.

“Not at all," he said. His voice was strained, but the boy knew the ropes weren't to blame.

The human couldn't take his eyes off the prize. In other words, his hungry glare was stuck on the male-slit that lurked between the dragon's legs. It was already puffed out and engorged to a slight pink hue, and even dribbling his natural lubricants down to where a small pool was forming on the inside of his haunch. Typically, Koda would have to work to get Pharus' big friend to say hi, however, his pink cockhead was already blooming from the tight breach, and a bead of precum was globbed at his cock slit. The smell of feral musk was very present to the air, and Koda couldn't help but bite his lip.

How to start… he asked himself with a mischievous smirk. The knife wouldn't be necessary, so he slipped it back into his belt.

“You sure you're not? It looks pretty tight down here…" Koda stated as he reached out slow, and ran his thumb over the pillowy slit, evading the head that squeezed through it.

“It's fin-"

Koda found immense satisfaction in watching those haunches tremble. Without even looking at him, Koda was wholly certain that the beast could no longer keep his tongue from drooping from his maw. He knew the other well enough to understand it was inevitable when he was horned up. Koda found that expression infinitely endearing. “Oh, you little devil." The dragon hissed breathlessly.

“Mhm," Koda dropped onto his knees and brought his face closer to the male-vent. After taking a deep breath, smothering his senses in his dragon's distinct spice, he shivered as the beat of his heart reached his jugular, and he craned down to dip his tongue into the small pool on the inside of his leg, and then followed the trail all the way up to the root. After, he changed angle and gave a broad lick down the soft crevice.

His tongue reached one side of the slit to the other, scooping up the fluid that collected at Pharus' tip. The supple, white lips that mushed against his palate were divine. He could even describe it as succulent. Koda couldn't comprehend how much he adored having his head down here, so he just let the fidgets in his body and the low hums of pleasure do the talking. His mouth watered while the dank moisture of the feral scent layered over it. Koda felt the pulse he was rewarded with along the member- felt the flex of the urethra when it gushed more onto his chin- and more of the glistening spire pushed out as a result. His tongue pushed deep, and the velvet walls molded around him. The messenger spread the stickiness over his buds: salty, sweet, spicy, and slightly fishy. Koda swallowed it down with a soft moan, because it was his dragon, and everything that made the sun dawn on the horizon.

“Oohh, Koda…" the dragon nearly wheezed.

He continued his dorky teasing, “I'm not sure I believe you, though. I think I'm gonna check for myself."

He used his index and middle finger to circle around the underside of the slick cockhead, smearing it with fluid until he found adequate, and then popped them into his mouth, savoring the taste and adding to the natural lubes that covered them. He did his best to not just suck it clean due to a kind of starvation he felt. A thick tail thwacked into the stone floor with vigor, and it encouraged him beyond belief. Koda pulled his fingers from his mouth, eyeing the strand the connected lip to fingertip, and eagerly descended on the dragon's most sensitive place. The slick appendages pushed tauntingly slow inside the male-vent, right below the emerging cock. It smeared steaming kisses all over his skin and, to an extent, sucked him in itself, like it had its own hunger. Koda happily obliged it. The motion was full of intent, and dreadfully hot.

He understood how delicate the flesh and membranes inside really were- It was one of the only places Koda could accidentally bring harm to his buddy if he wasn't careful- and he'd never want to betray that trust he had. On the other hand, to be fully transparent, he'd had too much practice at this point to ever slip up and graze him.

“Oh yeah. That's pretty tight, buddy." he whispered.

The intense sensation was obvious. There was the sound of claws grating into the ground, and a strange mix of growls and whines that spilled from the beast's throat. His hind paws flexed and spread erratically, and Koda only encouraged more as he pushed his finger inside to the second knuckle, stroking circles within the wet, soft, and moving heat of the dragon's savory cavern. He felt the growing shaft slowly move with him whilst he pulled his digits out, until he plunged back in with enthusiasm. The contrast of it made Pharus nearly squeal, and Koda grinned.

His pace eventually picked up, and the sloppy, schwelching sounds filled the barn alongside the musk they saturated between them. The dragon couldn't catch his breath, and the boy wouldn't let him. As soon as enough of that dragonic cock sprouted out, Koda took it into his hand (which was barely too small to wrap around the entire girth) and proceeded to milk it of its nectar while he pulled his fingers in and out of its own cavern, dutifully attacking his eager nethers with transcendental ecstasy.

After a minute of grueling pleasure for his dragon, Koda pulled his fingers from the sleeve. He already knew his dragon would give him a shaky groan of disapproval for it, but he forced the needy beast to promptly snap his teeth shut by not wasting a moment.

Now with the slippery mess they were, Koda changed tactics, and trailed it down Pharus' soft taint, straight to the next target. The gentle pads brushed over the supple button of his tailhole, caressing the wrinkles that instantly winked against him.

“Uungg-" Pharus gasped, the pressure suddenly rammed, and the fingers were swallowed up by his hole with ease , “Ah. Godsss. I love those things."

His rider went to work on fingering his backdoor, still diligently stroking his dragon's cock until it had escaped completely. He ran his grip up the entire length- eleven inches of it- squeezing the fat head at the end, until he pulled back down to the base. It thrived and writhed in his grip. It was as if the wave of pleasure Pharus felt from his rod travelled all the way through his body in sync. His bulk trembled along a current, subject to the beautiful treatment of his malehood.

A few dozen gasps had come and went while Koda traced every crease he could reach with his fingertips and tugged on the impressive spire the feral sported. The feral's ring clenched and sucked on him without discipline. Each wriggle made room for something bigger of Koda. As for himself, Koda had begun to get extremely uncomfortable with how tight his trousers were.

He looked down past his heaving chest to the tent at his crotch. It thrived with a mind of its own. Koda couldn't resist denying it anymore. He was enjoying this just as much as his victim, and his whole body begged for the open air. He had no choice in this moment to sate it the best he could, considering. But before he did, he pulled Pharus' huge, pulsing, sticky tool towards his face, and looked down the barrel. Every vein that swirled down the shaft beat out to his greeting, and his advance. The boy brought his mouth to meet the soaked slit-hole, and he slurped on the gushing end until he was content, swallowing down the essence that flowed onto his tongue.

Having mercy on his friend, his fingers left the tight tunnel and found their way around the base of the massive pink prick, and gripped it tight. Ugh, oh how he so much enjoyed the feeling of it live, now brought to the point of steady inflation in his palm.

In a strange way, the human always felt blessed to know that he could get that knot to form, all on his own. It bubbled against his palm, and the fingers that rounded the other side, growing with passionate rhythm.

What Koda had trouble accepting however (yet Pharus was fully confident in), was the fact that Koda could do it better than anyone ever could- human nor beast. The bulb would repeatedly throb every time Pharus offered it to his human, until it was almost painful, without fail. The dragon wouldn't hesitate to vouch for that kind of exclusive pleasure... Though, the internal insecurity Koda never shared was always lurking. What could he do for his companion that a dragon could achieve without any effort?

“You doing okay up there, Snorty?" the human asked as his other hand struggled with the lace of his pants.

The answer was simple, and heavily apparent. Pharus replied by swinging his head around and pressed his snout firmly to the man's neck. Soft scales mushed against his skin, soaking in the passionate nuzzle graciously. Koda pressed against it with an elated chuckle. The beast let out a seldom purr again, reserved only for his rider, and proceeded to sweep his nose under the human's jaw, just so that Koda could nuzzle him back. The leaking slobber the dragon could no longer keep proved to warm the human, and the human didn't really mind. Finally, Koda's own member was pulled free, and he pushed a soft kiss into the bridge of his partner's snout, giggling genuinely.

What would be missing with any other dragon was utter love: Pure, unconditional, all-consuming adoration. The considerate accommodations and thoughtful surprises around every corner, wrapped in a bow of breathtaking embraces and a soft “shush" when they tended to each other's wounds. Countless days and nights of invested conversations and careful listening weaved throughout prods for cherished input and necessary sacrifice. Even now, as they stared into each other's eyes, they knew they had everything they needed. There was affection, unyielding trust, and need crackling in the inches between, in these moments above all, what was most important was that they were simply… happy. It was irreplaceable, and impossible to replicate with someone else now. Koda wouldn't hesitate to die for this creature, and he knew Pharus felt the same about him. It was too late for them.

They were sworn to a happily ever after.

Pharus rested his head on Koda's shoulder as the boy scooted forward. The human pressed his own cock against the dragonic shaft that certainly dwarfed his- seven inches compared. The uncut hood was made to pull back, and he smeared his juices with his dragon's, just like they had many times before. Words were trivial now- openly content to merely pant together, gazing down at the sight and embracing the sensation of wholeness that filled them. A tail glided into view, and Koda released his grip to allow the slender tip to coil around their malehoods, squeezing them together. The human hissed in delight, and his clenched jaw was met with an extraordinarily soft lick. Anything akin to insecurity or doubt dissolved into tenacious faith, and that was the end of it.

Koda felt like he could finish any second already. The lovers stared into each other's eyes, and went in for a wordless make-out session.

Then it all fell apart.

A loud crash obliterated the world they shared. Reality smashed back into them, and their heads shot to the source. The swinging frame smacked against the wall, making the both of them jump out from skin and hide for the second time.

The door to the barn was wide open now.

And in came a drake, looking shameless enough to determine it had never felt such a thing in its entire life. Its eyes darted between them, eyes overflowing with curiosity and excitement. It approached them quickly, and without caution.

The view of the entire property was behind it.

“What the fuck!" Koda choked.

He sprung to his feet, and his hands were shaking so hard that he couldn't find grip on the laces of his trousers for a moment. He struggled, and Pharus snarled a dangerous edge behind him. Neither of them were nearly excited to see this intruder as it was to them.

“Hey! Resca! Get back here!" Was a holler from outside. It didn't sound far.

A cold wind like knives spread in the core of the duo.

The drake didn't seem to mind it. It chirped pleasantly. Purple scales glimmering with elegance, and started to stroll around him. The duo exchanged terrified looks.

“Come here girl!" Another call from outside, looming very close.

Finally tying his pants in a garbled knot, Koda was already flying towards his satchel. Once he pulled the strap on, his friend let out a sudden, severe hiss. He turned his head to the commotion behind him, just in time to watch as the drake dipped his head down between his dragon's legs, and forced a lingering lick all the way up his shaft, mixing her spit with Koda's own. She shook in delight and eyed her victim with lust. Pharus writhed despite throbbing, unable to get away. It wasn't a moment before he thought to use his tail and offered a hearty slap across the smaller reptile's snout. She grumbled, backing off a bit, yet didn't seem super discouraged, because it was only a moment's hesitation that led her to go straight back in…

“God dammit, girl…" Koda heard a man say, and he was right outside of view now, “What the hell do-"

Thank the gods Pharus' back is to the door, Koda thought.

The red features were coiled in disgust and anxiety, tail raised to strike once again. A speeding train carrying the word shitshitshitshit through the collapsed tunnel of Koda's brain. I have to fix this.

Rocks were being pushed through his arteries, and his brain wouldn't communicate with his limbs. He stood there worthlessly, mouth agape.

Do anything, you fucking fool!

The young deviant then flung himself on the creature's back, finding it just the right size to fit snug between his legs, and with a grip on the chest, he heaved. With the boost of adrenaline blasting through his jugular, he had the strength to peel the thing a few feet away from Pharus and towards the door.

“-you think you are doing in here?"

Koda looked up, finding himself staring at what seemed to be another farmhand. His tanktop was musty and shorts were riddled with dirt. The face open with shock was young, but grizzled.

“Excuse me? Who are you?" he demanded.

Koda desperately tried to answer while the animal between his legs began to chafe him, “Uh- My name is Koda! And that's Pharus. Ow- shit. We are couriers hailing from Didner with business detail and letters to Mr. Waterloo. He insisted my friend get out of site. This guy isn't gonna bite me, is he?"

The biggest person in the room answered with a strong snarl. Koda attempted to check his own perception. Don't sound scared. Don't sound too excited. Make eye contact. Breathe.

“She." the stranger sneered as he approached, beckoning the female towards him. “And no. She's very sweet. What the hell happened in here?" And what is that damned stench?"

Koda could smell nothing but his dragon's spicy virility at the moment, and he was sure that that was what the man was referring to. But, Koda couldn't let him get clued into that... if he wasn't already. He also couldn't let the man get too close, or he would risk him getting a glimpse of his dragon's raging boner. His mind kicked into overdrive.

“It's drake-nip, and it's not mine," he heard himself saying while he backed up and placed a boot on the female's rump, giving her a considerate nudge toward the man. “He… got his horn caught in the net above."

This earned an indignant snort behind him. The boy silently begged that the man wouldn't see the damaged beam behind himself. Please, girl, just meet him halfway! Gogogo! Koda's teeth hurt; he was so fucking anxious.

Another moment would have been too late, and the duo's romp being easily distinguished with a sole, subtle look from the man to his soon-to-be direct left. The dragon tried to curl into his own throbbing meat, like it would make a difference. Koda's hands flexed and opened like they could grab fate by the throat. The seconds stretched into an unbearable, purgatory-like infinity that made Koda sweat cold and clammy. The next moment was difficult to comprehend, because their absolute luck made no sense to them.

Karma fell to the wayside yet again in the presence of the gods looking down on the lovers, and like it happened, Koda swore the words he screamed in his head were funneled into the dogged female's ambition.

She crooned at the sight of the caretaker, and immediately slipped out from under Koda, barrelling into the human ahead.

The stubbly face was bathed in reckless licks without hesistation, forepaws crashing into his shoulders. Already braced for impact, he laughed heartily with hands batting and pushing at the face of the attacker. She almost overpowered him several times, and the man had to take a few steps back to retain balance. “Ah! Whoa! Relax, you big honeypot! Gah- I can't breath." He was pushed away, and he was blinded with kisses.

Koda was thoroughly amused, and the relief he felt left his every breath short. It was indeed a very adorable sight, and also his saving grace. He could have shed a tear, but that would have been too strange. Watching as the other intruder got an eager smothering, Koda swung his satchel to a more tactical position. Behind the leather and below his burning chest, his bulge deflated to a half-chub. His own dick was, for the first time he can remember, siding with his rational mind.

“Okay, enough! Off, girl," he wrapped his hands beneath her fore-shoulders and forced her down.

And how stubborn she proved to be.

“Alright- uuhh. Oh noo," the man's tone faded to something close to despair.

Yup. Koda couldn't say he was particularly shocked by how things played out, considering. However, he was still impressed by how swift the drake played the man, and how bold she was about it.

The moment her paws left the man's torso, she twisted in the air like a flowing current, and planted her feet behind her so that she could look at the male while she grinded her ass down his crotch in one motion. He wheezed, falling down over her in a… very suggestive position. The female's determination was single-minded, but still fierce despite the rejection she already faced. Perhaps even hardened! Koda and Pharus were speechless.

The farmhand's face went blood-red with embarrassment, and he struggled to find footing, proving difficult with a feral's haunches keen to push deep into his pelvis.

“Nonono," he hissed, “Notrightnow. Please, just hold still!" The lasso he was caring in hand tried to find purchase around the drake's neck, but it took much too long for the man's pride. His crotch grinded up and down her drooling slit, which the duo could gather by the stain accumulating along his shorts. Eventually, he pulled it over her noggin, forcing his weight to fall off the side and pulling the rope stiff. This only resulted in the creature pouncing onto him, and teething at the belt buckle of his pants. He attempted to crawl away, and then glanced at Koda in horror.

“Holy shit," Koda said under his breath.

How did she know to do that? Why does he look so damn scared?

“Do- do you need some help?"

“No! It- it won't help." the man struggled.

Something clicked in messenger's head.

There... was a chance that this guy spent a lot of time with the merchandise. Maybe even after his responsibilities were through. They seemed to be insatiable and ever-willing at this time of season, and perhaps the man could relate to that... Or someone else could, at least. Because the drake knew her way around the pivotal points in pesky clothing. She teethed the leather belt strap, and yanked it free of the buckle…

Jumbling to his feet, he squeeked, “I gotta go! Do you need help with those ropes?" The answer he wanted was obvious with the way the female was continuing to nuzzle and prod at his growing tent. Sweat dripped down his tomato forehead.

“Nope! I'll manage fast and lock the gate behind me!"

The drake began suckling at the pronounced shaft beneath the fabric, and he let out a soft moan. His eyes darted at the other males once he peeled his eyelids back open.

Koda couldn't see it, but him and his dragon both blinked at the same time.

Nevermind. The man definitely wasn't innocent. They shared one last glance, and a part of Koda believed the two humans instantaneously came to a silent concession: perhaps no real wrong was being done, whatever was happening here regardless, could be kept a secret.

“Sounds good! Goodbye!" He tripped and stumbled and grumbled out the door with a heated fiend not giving him an inch to breath all the way, until they were out of sight. Koda did see him start to stroke her happy head though.

Koda lunged towards the door, and finally slammed it shut again. His back braced against it like he wanted to hold the entire world out.

“Oh my god," he trembled, “You're right. This place is a fucking circus."

“He was laying that drake. I could smell it." Pharus huffed.

“I figured," the boy whispered.

A few steps faltered when Koda made his way back over to his dragon, feeling all the tingles being pushed through the soles of his feet. He fell down beside the coiled haunches and diligently sawed off what was left of the ropes. He spoke automatically, “I have to get this delivery over with, buddy. I don't know what that guy could think and what he could do." He gripped his heart, and took in a deep breath. His mind was spinning in retrograde now.

With the final twine bouncing against the floor, Pharus was free, and Koda's libido was already a day's flight departed from him. On the other paw, the dragon was still in their last moments, where it was only the two of them, forever. Pharus couldn't be blamed for wanting to take things further. The influence of the 'Nip still daubed his brain, although the scare had indeed sobered up him a bit. The mount stood up, “I do not think you should feel any room for worry, Gipsa. I know you are not dense, and you gathered that he has his own confrontation to avoid."

Koda went about collecting what papers were scattered about, making them presentable. “Yes, but there is such a thing as leverage. And opportunity in bogus trust."

“I assume he is a coward with the behavior he presented."

“And that's where they excel!" Koda whined.

The boy shook his head wildly, overwhelmed with self-resentment. He was the one to induce this situation, and now he was cutting it short?! Maybe he was only being dramatic, and the dragon was more logical. He couldn't know, but Pharus had the right to be livid at him. Maybe he should be. With everything in order, Koda made a single and heavy step towards the exit before there were harmless claws wrapped around his hand.

Koda turned to face Pharus. The sadness in the dragon's beautiful eyes shrivelled something to his core. He squeezed his paw like a starving snake.

“Please, my flame, don't leave me. Let me make you feel better. You can just stay with me, and we can get out of here later. I wouldn't mind this cage at all, if we made it into a memory," the wonderful creature begged.

Koda's lungs deflated with a wobble. The rider could stare into those eyes endlessly. It's all he ever wanted to do once they were situated upon him. However, now, with his own shortcomings being reflected upon him clearer than any mirror he could encounter, he found peace in an eternal damnation.

Koda brought his hand to the dragon's cheek, caressing there. He was so warm. The human spoke tentatively, anguish weighing down his every word, “Pharus, I know how hypocritical this is, but I need you to clear your head a bit and listen to me." he paused," We just got fiercely lucky. That would have come down on us back home, do you understand? I guarantee it. I can't push it anymore. I-... I just can't. I imagine Waterloo is already having his thoughts..." His fingers clenched around his jaw-horn, knuckles going white. He'd break his hand on it before making a crack. “I'm so sorry."

The dragon studied his eyes for a moment. It only took a few seconds. And so, Pharus was understood with the fact that there was nothing he could say or do to change how Koda felt. He had to relent. His head dipped, gazing at the floor.

“Okay."

The hollow whisper did not belong to such a divinity.

A shred of selfish pride inside Koda was elated the dragon was no longer looking at him, because tears were threatening his brown eyes.

The boy leaned forward and kissed the crown of his head. He wanted to channel the root of which that consumed his life with domineering happiness and cherishment, and so he closed his eyes and lingered there. Koda loved him. Hard.

Pharus lifted his head and planted his own soft scales to flesh, kissing him back. They matched their lips with tenderness and aggression all the same. The sentiment was reciprocated in full. A serene current flowed down Koda's spirit. It was as if he had breached through a peaceful cloud once again.

“Don't stare at the felkins." Pharus said with exceptional heart, once he parted and gazed down at him.

The human smiled, as sad as he was. “I'll make this up to you."

“I'll make sure of it," he butted his head firmly against his rider's.

“Square?"

Pharus sighed. “Koda, you need to loosen up. Now get that ass moving and come back," he said as he pressed his snout to twirl the young man around, and nudged against his rump towards the exit. But, not without giving it a little nip.

There was a loud complaint, and the gurgling chuckle that remained seated carried the rhythm of steps out the door. The internally blessed human gave one last glance back- a wink, before he closed the gate and swung the lock shut.

“Don't entertain yourself with fire while I'm gone!" he hollered as he jogged toward the mansion.