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The skies were mostly clear and what clouds there were provided just enough cover that the forest below took on a mottled appearance, trailing their shadows lazily along by the wind which offered no trouble to the dragon I was riding.

I know that were in in the other world, I would be ridiculed for having this growing affection. I never thought I would be drawn to someone like him, considering the vast differences in our bodies. But those fears didn't seem to take hold as they were meaningless in the understanding that what differences that did exist in that moment would be gone once the ritual was complete.

It felt like I was living in a dream. Not only because I was in another world, riding my dragon lover back home, but because in the back of my head the part of me that recoiled at all this was getting less and less vocal. The only reasonable answer that it came across was that none of this was real, and I had finally snapped and fell deep into delusion. Not just because he was a dragon, but because here was someone that seemed to want me as much as I wanted them. But it was difficult to maintain that thought when, with every thrust of his wings, I felt the power in his body in a way that mere imagination couldn't grant me.

I was broken from my thoughts when Arh shifted in the air and began to descend in a circle downwards. Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I leaned over, braving the currents of wind, to spy what had caught his interest.

Below us there was a clearing in the middle of the forest, and though it appeared small from the height we were at, the further we came towards the ground, the larger it grew.

He landed softly despite his size, placing one foot down after another while his wings pumped to keep him from falling the short distance now between us and the ground.

The clearing was roughly circular, and the trees that lined the periphery reached their branches tall, as if to stand as sentinels to ward off the unruly wildness beyond.

When I looked to Arh, the smile he wore suggested more was planned, and after seeing the bed of moss in the center with a pile of fruit to one side, I pieced enough together to have a decent idea why he was grinning.

“I hope you do not mind a temporary respite from our travels, little one," Arh said. “I wanted to surprise you with one last moment as a hyoom, before the ritual begins."

“A picnic?" I said as the heat from my blush warmed my face. “Nobody has ever done anything like this for me.

“You deserve it," he said before nuzzling me. “And so much more,"

“When did you arrange this?"

“When you were occupied with Gar'ohta, during your tutoring."

“Ahh," I chuckled. “So you didn't need to relieve yourself when you slipped out?"

“Oh, I did. But when you said you wanted to share bodies as a hyoom, a plan hatched in my mind." He looked around, admiring the beauty of our surroundings. “They certainly have outdone themselves."

“This wasn't here before?"

“No, this is the handiwork of the dryads. I called on them for a favor."

I whistled. The image of the care-free spirits that I met previously was shaken, and replaced by something far greater. “They must be more powerful than they let on."

“Naturally. They are one of the oldest beings that inhabit this world." He said as he motioned for me to sit on the moss. “The forests are their domain, and they can shape it however they please."

The moss was far more comforting for my aching body. Even though Arh made flying look so easy, riding on the back of a dragon wasn't so easy. And to my body, the chance to sit on such natural comfort was a welcome change.

“Now that you are here, however, I have a surprise for you." Arh said with a crooked smile.

“Do you want me to close my eyes too?"

He mulled that over for a second, then his smile grew wider. “That is a lovely idea, keo'vah. Please do."

I felt my cheeks heat up again at walking into this. But I obliged and closed them, even though my heart was beating fiercely in my chest in anticipation of what was coming.

I didn't hear anything other than the sounds of birds in the trees. No thumping of his feet, no branches jostled from his bulk, just a sound that seemed like leather rubbing against itself.

Sitting there, waiting for the surprise, I wanted to open my eyes, but I kept them close. It would do no good to spoil the surprise my keo'vah had gone to lengths to secure for me.

When I felt a hand against my cheek, that's when I couldn't hold them shut any longer, and my eyes shot open wide, as if in shock, to see a tall kobold male kneeling in front of me.

His body wasn't an image of athleticism. It was, to be honest, a bit chubby. It was the kind of body I found myself admiring whenever I would watch the working-class men that made up my old town's majority whenever I would visit the cafe downtown… and when looking up porn on the internet.

But his eyes stood out the most. They were the same tender, golden eyes that I remembered captivating me. Familiar eyes that looked at me with the same recognition, and care as…

“Arh?" I inquired, and to which he nodded.

“I was not sure when the right time was to show you this." His voice was the same calming, deep voice as before. “But your desire to share bodies as a hyoom did present me with the perfect opportunity to do so."

I had to admit, I was impressed, and my crotch was also responding in kind.

Looking him up and down, taking in the sight of his form, I noticed that his groin was bulging out, as his cock was starting to poke out of his vent.

“Do you like what you see?" he asked, leaning in to whisper the words in my ear, and a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded. Though it was a shaky nod as the feeling of his hand on my skin sent a shiver down my spine. I would have laid back and let him have his way with me had I not wanted to savor every second of this moment.

And he read the desire in my eyes. Those captivating golden eyes that, with the light pouring in from above, held the appearance of polished gems. Their deep golden hue glimmered from the light and held me in my place. I was defenseless, but transfixed. I felt no urge to run and hide as I would have because those eyes, those golden eyes that seemed to shine down on me, urged me on, encouraging me to become lost in their radiance.

He brought his hand up to my cheek, and I closed my eyes. His tender grasp urged me forward so he could plant a kiss on my lips.

This wasn't like the kiss from before. We didn't need to figure out how to deal with the difference in our sizes. This kiss happened almost as if it was written by scribes better than I. I still fail to find the right words for how it felt.

To feel your lover so intimately, and feel the safety of his presence, was an intoxication I hadn't felt before… and I was certainly a cheap drunk from the years of lacking anything like this.

The shiver that erupted from me only melted my resolve and I dove in further, letting our lips, and tongues, explore one another as only true lovers can. No hesitation, just reckless abandon.

He wrapped his arms around me as we came closer, and I melted into his embrace. The only thing I had the forethought to do was to bring my hands around to match, and feel his body as best I could.

The way he responded with further intensity when I let my fingers dance along his rump spurred me on and I was gripping softly at him, trying to feel every muscle beneath my fingers.

I wasn't sure what I should have expected because of the magic, but the change wasn't just on the surface. His entire body seemed to have changed, and aside from the thick tail sprouting from his rump, and the texture of his skin, there was a familiarity to my exploration of his body.

We went on like that for longer than I realized, but that is the way of kisses; they have a way of making you lose track of time, and when it ends, what time that did pass never felt like it was enough.

I was content to continue like this, but my erection was straining my pants, and protesting with discomfort at being so rudely constrained.

Breaking the kiss, we were both heaving from the rush. Looking at him, and seeing the hunger in his gaze, I knew where this was headed and reached down to feel his phallus. I wanted to make sure he was being given as much pleasure as I could, considering this was the last time I thought we would have the chance to share it.

“Careful, love," He grunted. “The skin there is quite tender."

“I'm sorry," I pulled my hand back. “I didn't know."

“Oh, it isn't painful. But, we aren't like hyooms. Our genitals are protected by being within our bodies, so we never had to grow thicker skin like on yours."

I blushed. “So, would you like me to continue?" I tilted my head and grinned.

He leaned in, sliding his hand down my belly and past the hem of my pants “only if you will permit me to return the favor."

His touch was soft, but not without determination. He was certain he had consent from the way my smile widened at his request. And after that, I made sure to return the gesture, but with a gentle grasp at the firm meat that jutted out from his scaled body.

And we kissed again. When we found a good rhythm to our mutual touching, our lips returned to meet again with heavier intent than before, as our shared lust had grown deeper, and our need for one another's touch became the only thought on either of our minds.

His cock was quite different than the ones I had touched before. The flesh on the surface slid around like I had expected it to, but it didn't have as much play, and felt slightly thinner. From the strain that the blood rushing there caused, his cock had a texture to it that sent me deeper into this drunken haze of pleasure.

My hand slid over the surface far more easily because his cock seemed to be like a faucet, or maybe it was already moistened from being inside his body. But in any case, he rumbled with pleasure with every stroke, which he returned in kind to my own rigid penis.

“Will you let me undress you?" he asked as our lips parted.

I nodded.

He didn't dive down to unfasten my pants in a hurry, as I would have were I taking charge. He took his time to migrate his lips down my neck, taking little kisses and nips with his teeth along the way, to my chest.

When he found my nipples, he took his time to explore these strange things. I guess not having them, he was curious to see what he could to with them to bring pleasure, but he managed to hit on the right treatment with his careful licks and nibbles.

I had to wrap my arms around him to steady myself because I swooned. I would have lost my balance from this careful assault on my flesh had I not stabilized myself.

Though he urged me on my back, holding on to me so I wouldn't fall, so he could continue his mouth's expedition on this previously unexplored land.

When I was on my back, he continued his nibbling. This time, however, he was taking in deep breaths of my scent as he continued. Every time he took in my body's aroma, the rumbling purr in his chest resounded with every breath.

It wasn't until he had his nose at the button of my pants right against the tip of my cock that was currently trapped between my pants and my body, that he looked up at me with a devilish smile… was he waiting for something? I assumed so because I nodded, and his eyes narrowed and his smile widened when he saw it.

He was adept at unfastening the button, and he was able to figure out the zipper on the first try, but when he had access to my crotch, he brought his nose close and took in a deep breath.

A deep breath that he shuddered with, and raised his head up as if lost in the images that his mind cobbled together when he was able to experience the fullness of my musk.

“You scent," he paused. “Is… Oh keo'vah, I pray it does not change."

Hitching my hips up, I used this as a change to help him disrobe me. Before long, my pants were around my ankles, and my body was bared to the air around us, and him.

An opportunity he took with abandon as he dove his head down to lick along my shaft with his tongue. It wasn't broad like a person's, it was narrower. But he showed me how much more dextrous a dragon's tongue could be, compared to a human's.

I was glad that he urged me on my back. When I felt him wrap my cock with his warm tongue, I would have fallen. The pleasure he was able to give just with his tongue alone would have set me off had he not eased off at just the right moment… only to return, but this time he took all of me into his maw.

Every delightful motion, every suck, lick, nip and kiss, inflamed the fire inside of me to give myself over to him completely.

I was his. His to enjoy however he wished, as he was mine.

Of course we went further. His tongue was growing bolder with every second and soon enough he was tasting what the flesh behind my scrotum was like. Pushing my sack up with his muzzle, and letting his tongue slide out to moisten me in the spot that would soon hold his spear.

A spot he was soon to have, as he crawled up over me, carrying my legs in the crook of his arms, to lay bare my entrance to his waiting cock.

He was ready, the tip of his cock resting against my opening, pulsing with every beat of his heart, and smearing his pre-cum around my anus. But he didn't lunge forward as I thought he would, and as every pornographic story I had read told me the top would. He stayed there, looking at me with an expectant, but hopeful, smile.

I nodded. It was a lot harder to do than I thought it would be. My head was swimming from the pleasure he had visited on me mere moments before. And even then, with his cock pressing gently against my quivering flesh, that deepened the pleasure I was experiencing.

He smiled, and started to lean forward.

Despite his previous aim, he didn't find his target on the first few attempts. But he eventually found his mark and pressed forward. He didn't lunge, just leaned forward with just enough force to get a small bit of himself inside. Just enough to slicken me up with his pre-cum so the next would give more ground until, after a few more tries, he was finally inside of me.

I inhaled deeply. The rush of being fucked after so long was like tasting water after years of drought. And then there was the thrill from being invaded by a dragon… by my dragon.

When he had buried himself in me, he held there. The only motion being the twitch of his cock as it pressed against all the right spots, setting off rushes of electric fire across my entire body. But after a few moments, and after my body adjusted to his girth, he started to slowly rock his hips in and out, thrusting deep into me to then withdraw with just enough still inside to keep me open, and repeating the process.

He fucked me with long and slow strokes on the bed of moss.

And with every thrust, my cock sent more pre-cum to be smeared between our bellies as he rocked back and forth.

His eyes, narrowed, still looked at me with a reverent gaze. And his smile was never absent, though it was softened from what we were doing.

We would have done this for longer, but soon enough something was being pressed against me when he lunged foward.

“W-what's that?" I asked, haggared and breathless.

“This?" he asked when he lunged, and pressed into me.

I nodded.

“My bulb." He managed to say through huffs.

“What—" I groaned as he lunged forward again. “What is it for?"

“To ensure," he panted. “Proper fertilization."

“Do you… want to?" I asked, trying to keep my gaze locked on him, even though it was proving to be difficult as every press had me craning my neck and my eye-lids narrowing.

“Are you certain?"

I nodded again.

The growl he gave me, a hungry and yearning growl, was his only response as he craned his neck to kiss me.

He kept his lips locked on mine while he pressed forward. Keeping the kiss going while he did was a challenge, because every time he pushed more into me, I felt desperate for another breath.

There was some pain. And it was that deep, lingering pain at being opened further than your body is used to. But it wasn't a pain that would stop me. To make sure he didn't stop, to ensure he would properly breed me, I hooked my arm around his neck to pull our lips closer, and kept them locked together.

The bulb at the base of his cock was thicker, but my body eventually gave way and when the thickest part slipped past my anus, he almost fell on to me with a surprised grunt.

The two of us were locked together on the bed of moss, and the dragon above me started to quiver, almost whining, from the pleasure that was starting to course through his body.

I kept our lips engaged, which was difficult at times from the fact that he was fighting the instinct to bare his teeth to roar at the conquest of his nature that I was a part of.

I knew he was filling me. I could feel it with the way his cock swelled up, becoming firmer than iron, and his bulb inflated, ensuring that none of his seed could escape.

Every pulse went deep, and I could feel it sliding deeper into my guts, filling me, nearly to the point of feeling bloated.

“We—" he panted, almost whimpering, “we will be like this for quite some time."

I responded by keeping our lips locked together. I was having a hard time with that because I could feel my own orgasm cresting. After a few more moments of feeling his cock flexing in it's confines, and pulsing with every jet of his thick seed, I was pushed past the point of no return.

My heart thrummed in my chest, my body convulsed underneath him, and soon my seed joined the smear of pre-cum between our bellies with only a shuddering groan to announce its arrival.

Kissing and nuzzling through exhausted pants, we rode out the remainder of his peak. Our appetites for each other unrelenting while his cock softened within me.

The sunlight that was coming through the opening was now filtering through the leaves as its angle was telling us the afternoon had grown long.

After his climax finally subsided we lay there entwined for a while more. His bulb eventually deflating enough to pull out.

I didn't want our coitus to end. I wanted to hold him inside of me for as long as I could. I wanted to be united with him as one in this secret chamber deep in the forest.

But his cock could no longer remain firm and slipped out of me with a small gush of his seed. It slowly withdrew back into his vent as we continued kissing and nuzzling one another.

We spent most of the afternoon lazily nibbling on the fruits that the dryads left for us, as well as one another. And being freed from our tryst, I settled into the crook of his arm, draping mine over his chest.