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Dellerton slunk slowly into the dragon's lair, his feet touching the rock floor with professional soundlessness. The air was thick with sulphuric dragon-stench, but there was no sign of the foul beast yet. He risked another step forward, and then another. And then he froze.

He could see the dragon. Here, the irregular rock passageway turned into a larger chamber, and he caught sight of a shadow darker than the darkness around it: the outline of a great slumbering beast, the row of spines along its back clearly visible. Fulcox, they called him. But it was not the dragon that Dellerton had come for, but the huge ruby said to hang around his neck, known as the Infernal Eye. Fulcox had stolen it from a distant kingdom in his youth, and now Dellerton was going to steal it for himself.

The temptation to rush forwards and grab the jewel was intense, but also suicidal. Dragons are very sensitive to changes in their lairs, and the slightest unexpected noise, or trace of foreign odour, would wake them in an instant. Dellerton had done well to get this close, but he dared go no further. Luckily, as he spied a faint glint on the floor near his feet, he'd already found what he'd come for. Bending down, he scooped up a single dragon scale, and began to slowly, ever so slowly, back away from the sleeping dragon.

Out in the light of day, he looked at his new acquisition. A shining blue scale, thick and tough. He smiled. The ruby was as good as his. Pulling a single hair from his head, he held that in one hand and the scale in the other and began to chant. Dellerton was an accomplished magician as well as a thief, and had been preparing for this moment for months, but even so the spell was an unusually complex and difficult one, and by the time he had finished day had faded into night, and he felt drained. But it had worked. He could feel the changes coming upon him. He stripped off his tunic, closed his eyes, and waited for the transformation.

It wasn't a gradual process. There was no slow sprouting of wings, elongation of neck, or the feeling of the world getting smaller and smaller as he grew in stature. Instead, there was a short flash of searing white pain, and Dellerton the man was replaced by Dellerton the dragon.

He blinked and looked about him. The night didn't look half as dark through his draconic eyes, or feel half as cold through his scales. The trees around him looked smaller than they should have been, and the pile of clothes at his feet seemed impossibly tiny. He flicked them aside with a claw.

He looked himself over and did a quick inventory. Legs: four. Tail: one. Wings: two (he unfolded them and gave them a good flap. They felt like they should work if he needed them). Teeth: lots, and very sharp. Claws: same. Horns: two, both quite small. Scales: all over, blue ones on the top half and white ones underneath. Sexual organs: male.

Curious, he lifted one leg and bent his long neck around to inspect his new genitalia. It wasn't often, after all, that one got the chance to rummage through what a drake kept between his hind legs. There was, however, less to see than he'd imagined. The testes must have been stored internally, and the only visible feature was a significant scaled bulge hanging between his hips with a forward-facing opening. A sheath, he presumed, from which his penis would emerge when needed. Not that he anticipated needing it.

Dellerton moved from foot to foot, turned on the spot, flexed his spine; testing his new body, familiarising himself with how it moved. He unfurled his wings once again. How tempting it was, to leap into the air and soar, to discover what it felt like to fly! But no. He had a job to do, and speed and surprise were vital. And besides, this was powerful, dangerous magic: if he spent too long in this borrowed body, he would forget that he had ever been human.

He returned to Fulcox's lair and squeezed himself inside the entrance, whose previously cavernous proportions now felt almost claustrophobic. The body swap spell worked symmetrically, so he knew that inside there would be a very surprised Fulcox who had just woken to find himself in possession of a feeble human body. A body that Dellerton could trivially overpower and wrest the Infernal Eye from, before reversing the magic only once he was a long, long way away from the cheated dragon. There was nothing that could stop him now, and no more need for stealth.

"FULCOX!" he roared as he pushed himself into the large chamber where the dragon had slept. "Give it to me! Give it to me now!"

Two sharp golden eyes snapped round to stare at him, and the huge, still definitely draconic shape of Fulcox unfolded itself from his bed and rose up to its full, impressive height.

Dellerton stopped dead, his heart skipping two beats. Something had gone terribly wrong.

"Verititas!" snarled the other dragon in a thunderous voice. "I wasn't expecting to see you back here tonight!"

Dellerton tried to speak, but nothing came out. He'd got the wrong dragon's scale! He should have known that Fulcox wasn't blue and white. He was rust red underneath and mahogany brown on top, with big curving horns on his head and fierce golden eyes which blazed as they regarded his uninvited guest. And to Dellerton's horror, he saw the other dragon leap forwards and spring towards him at surprising speed, teeth bared.

In that moment, Dellerton just had time to calculate that he was finished. Fulcox was larger than him and much heavier built, probably almost twice his weight. And of course he knew exactly what he was doing in his draconic body, whereas Dellerton was an absolute beginner.

The dragon slammed into him at full force, knocking the thief off his feet. Dellerton saw Fulcox's maw moving towards his neck and squeezed his eyes closed, waiting for the fatal bite.

It didn't come. Instead, he felt the wet warmth of the dragon's tongue licking greedily against the scales of his throat.

"Oh Verititas, Verititas my love," the larger dragon purred. "Couldn't keep away from me, could you?"

"Um..." Dellerton's mind reeled, but quickly decided that the safest course of action was to play along with this. "Of course not, my dear. What drake could possibly resist your charms?"

Fulcox grunted in approval and moved from licking his neck to licking the tip of his snout. Dellerton, sensing it was expected of him, cautiously slid out his own tongue, and the two forked tips kissed.

"I'm so glad you came." Fulcox cradled his lover's head in a paw and gazed deep into his eyes. "I was just having some seriously wet dreams about you."

"That's... good to hear." Dellerton tried to ignore the other dragon's tail now curling intimately around his own, and focused on the brilliant red jewel hanging from a fine gold chain around his neck. "I've been having dreams about you too. That's why I came. Dreams. Very... um... wet."

Another rumble of pleasure, and he found himself being pushed playfully over onto his flank. An inquisitive paw intruded between his hind legs, and Dellerton froze as it pushed against his sheath. Fulcox froze too.

"What's this?" he hissed. "Nothing? Don't you like me after all?"

Dellerton's quick mind scrambled for an explanation for his lack of arousal. His new plan for stealing the Infernal Eye and surviving was a work in progress, but he knew it was vital to maintain his persona as the dragon's lover.

"You know I like you, Fulcox. But as I was flying here, thinking of all the things we'd do together, I got so very aroused just by the mere thought of it, that I... um... well, I came."

"You came?"

"I came. Just, sort of, spontaneously. And that's why I'm not coming out now. I'm spent."

"You sprayed your seed all over the treetops while you were flying along? Without even touching yourself?"

"I... yes. That's what happened."

"And that happened because you were thinking about me?"

"I wouldn't have thought it possible before I met you."

"Oh Verititas, my love!" Fulcox nuzzled against him affectionately.

"It grieves me to say it, my dearest Fulcox, but being spent as I am, our love-making will have to wait for another night," said Dellerton, feeling smug with his excuse. "Perhaps if I could wear your..."

"No no no," interrupted the other dragon, "I simply cannot wait. You've got me all hot and horny now." His paw was still pressed against Dellerton's sheath, and he began to massage it in a slow, forceful circular motion that made him whimper. "Really Verititas, if you think I'm incapable of working a spent dragon back into full bloom then you've sorely underestimated my talents."

Dellerton groaned faintly. The motion of the paw against his sheath was extremely pleasurable, and despite himself he could feel his heart beating faster, the blood beginning to run to his loins. Fulcox's tongue ran tenderly across the line of his jaw, his breath hot against his face. The scent of him was a heady mix of dragon and male arousal, not at all unpleasant to his borrowed draconic nose. Dellerton knew now that he had it in him not only to endure whatever intimacies this creature might inflict upon him, but to enjoy them too. This thought frightened his humanity, and he tried hard to hold back what was building within him. He failed.

"There we go," Fulcox crooned. "I knew I could get you to come out and play."

Dellerton look down at his own crotch with a mix of horror and fascination. A round pink tip with a narrow slit peeped out of his sheath like a garish pink eye, wobbling in rhythm with the palpitations still being inflicted upon that sensitive area. As he watched it pushed out further, the scales of his sheath stretching around a wide, tapering cock head blossoming out of him.

"Please..." he whimpered, the phrases "please stop" and "please don't stop" jostling in his head and in the end neither made it out of his mouth.

Fulcox carried on with the massage of his groin, his muzzle engaged in stimulating a sensitive spot under Dellerton's wing. Dellerton couldn't keep his eyes off his own cock, more of which emerged every moment. The shaft was slightly narrower than the head itself, smooth glistening pink with a slight ridge of protruding bumps along the top. He kept thinking that surely the whole thing must be out by now but it kept on coming, slipping irresistibly out of him inch by inch. At last, inevitably, there was no more to come.

"I'm... ready," he whispered, keen to get the embarrassing episode over with as soon as possible, while another part of him was equally keen to get to it as soon as possible.

Fulcox stopped his massage and stepped back to pass a clearly approving eye over the newly exposed organ. Dellerton looked too. It was big. Not just big because he himself was big, but bigger in proportion, compared to his human equipment, which he had considered respectably sized. Not especially broad perhaps, but long, with a slight upward curve like a sabre, giving it a dangerous look.

"Very nice," Fulcox pronounced, looking down on it greedily. He bent his head down to lick at the shining wet tip, which made the other dragon twitch and mewl softly. "I've said it before, Verititas, but you have a very cute little penis."

"Cute?" Dellerton blinked in incomprehension. "Little?"

"Compared to this ungainly thing of mine, I mean." And he lifted a leg to show off his own drakehood.

"Oh my..."

It was similar to Dellerton's own, just... bigger. Half as long again, and twice as thick, with the ridges along its top much more pronounced. If Dellerton's own reminded him of a sword, then the only thing he could think of to compare Fulcox's to was a battering ram. He felt he should be repelled by the sight of this terrible weapon, but instead he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Fulcox pulled himself intimately close to his lover, so close that Dellerton could feel that giant cock pressing wet and hard against his scales.

"So tell me," purred the larger dragon, "all about this daydream of yours."

"What?"

"This dream that sent you flying in such a hurry to see you, that was so powerfully erotic that you spent your seed in mid-air on the way. Tell me all about it. Every detail."

"Oh... um..." Dellerton hesitated. What did two drakes get up to when they became intimate? Just what was Fulcox planning on doing with that great cock of his? He could endure - even enjoy - all the licking and rubbing and pawing, but he wasn't expected to have that thing... inside him, was he? Was he?

"Go on, my love. Don't be shy. Tell me! I won't be embarrassed if it's a bit kinky. And if I like your dream too, perhaps we can act it out?" He looped the tip of his tail around Dellerton's cock and coiled it tight, rubbing it teasingly up and down.

"Well we were... together and we... we were licking and rubbing at each other like... yes, exactly like that... mmm... and we... we..."

"Go on." Fulcox bit gently at a precisely-chosen point at the base of his neck that somehow sent a tingle of pleasure all down his spine.

"Ooh! Yes, there was a bit of that too. And then we... um..." Dellerton stalled frantically while his mind raced to find something that would sound ambitiously erotic - knowing nothing of the sexual history of the two dragons - without setting himself up for an act more intimate than he was comfortable performing. "We started... um... you know..."

Fulcox offered a lifeline. "Was it... the thing we talked about last time? The thing we haven't done yet?"

"Yes!" Dellerton almost screamed, clutching at the lifeline as hard as he could and hoping desperately that he wasn't pulling himself into an even worse predicament. "That was exactly it. We did it, that thing, and it was... oh, it was even more wonderful than we'd thought it could be."

"Tell me, my love!" He shifted his hind quarters, and Dellerton felt his cock press more insistently against his flank. "Describe it to me, every dirty little detail!"

Dellerton's panic returned. "Why don't you describe to me, how you picture it happening, then I'll describe to you, the way I saw it?" he tried.

Fulcox tsked in annoyance. "I thought I described it well enough last time! It's your turn now. Go on, my love. I'm listening."

There was only one way out that Dellerton could see now, little as he liked it. "Perhaps we've talked about it long enough. Perhaps we should just... you know... do it?"

"Oh, Verititas!" Fulcox began passionately peppering his lover's face with wet lashes of his tongue; Dellerton closed one eye to endure the not-at-all-unpleasant onslaught. "Yes, you're right! Too much talking, not enough sexing! We're here, we're horny, we're in love, let's just do it! Right now!"

"Yes!" said Dellerton, although an internal voice was still shouting, "No!!!" but he hadn't yet forgotten what he was here for. "Only..."

"Only what, my love?"

"Only... this may sound a bit odd, but in my dream, when we did it, I was... oh my that feels good, lick me right there again... yes, that's the spot... where was I... yes, in my dream, when we did it, I was wearing that wonderful ruby of yours."

The licking stopped instantly. Fulcox regarded him with an unreadable golden stare. "Are you saying that you want me to give the Infernal Eye to you?"

"I... yes. I know it's a lot to ask, but it would mean the world to me, Fulcox my dear."

"Oh, Verititas! Of course you may have it! Anything for you, my love! Anything!"

Dellerton watched with greedy delight as the brown-and-red dragon unhooked the chain from around his neck and placed it solemnly around Dellerton's own.

"And now, my dear..."

"Are you ready to do it? I'm ready."

"I thought I might step outside for a breath of fresh air first. Prepare myself."

"What, you think you're leaving me to stew after you turn up and get me this horny? Sex first, fresh air later."

"...OK. Where should we begin?"

Fulcox nudged him gently over back onto all fours. "Make yourself comfortable, my love."

Dellerton lay down on his belly, his neck and tail stretched out before and behind him, his cock hard and urgent against the cold rock floor. "I'm comfortable," he lied.

"Now raise that pretty rump of yours up in the air."

"OK..." Dellerton straightened his hind legs, leaving his rump raised above the floor and his cock swinging free, not entirely liking where this was heading.

"And your tail too, you tease! Up, up, up in the air with it! How can I fuck you with your tail in the way?"

Dellerton shuddered. So that had been what "that thing we talked about last time" was after all. He focused on the priceless jewel around his neck, and wondered if he had the willpower to raise his tail, offer his pucker and endure the dragon's fucking. He glanced again at Fulcox's formidable cock, and decided he didn't. Not quite. He was too afraid of that cock, and too afraid of the voice within him that wanted to feel it push inside him...

Sighing, he stood up and turned to face the other dragon. "Fulcox, my dear, I'm sorry, this... this isn't right."

But the larger dragon's eyes burned with blinding lust, and he moved again to his lover's rear, lifting his tail with his snout and sniffing at him. "Was the position not good for you? Show me how you'd like to be. I want this, so badly, my love. I need this. I need to be inside of you."

And Dellerton saw that he was trapped. Fulcox wasn't about to let him walk out wearing the Infernal Eye until he'd got what he needed. He was going to have to take that cock inside him.

But he was damn well going to choose which end it went in, and it wasn't going to be the end Fulcox was currently sniffing at.

"Fulcox, my dear, my beloved," he said, spinning round, his confidence coming back to him. "I didn't tell you all of my dream. For although it came to a most satisfying climax with you mounting me and giving me a most thorough and wonderful fucking up the rear, that was only the second act in a wonderful two-act play. And I feel that to re-enact the whole fantasy, we should begin with Act One, and move onto Act Two at a... later date."

The other dragon looked dubious, but curious. "And what was Act One, then?"

Dellerton moved forward to nuzzle against him, and lick his scaled snout. He tasted rough and warm and intriguing. "In Act One," he explained in what he hoped was a suitably seductive voice, "I take you inside my mouth, and suck you until you are spent."

"Harumph! Is that all?"

"All, my dearest? I assure you it will be intensely pleasurable."

"I know it will be intensely pleasurable, my love. It was intensely pleasurable the last time you did it, and the time before that too. But I was thinking we were going to do something new and special tonight." He eyed Dellerton's rear wistfully. "You've got a beautiful rump, Verititas, you know. I've been wanting to slide myself into that rump since the first time I set eyes on you."

"And you will. Next time."

"You promise?"

"I promise. Sure as my name is Verititas. The very next time you see me after tonight, my rump will be open to you." The real Verititas, Dellerton reflected, was going to have a surprise after they switched back.

"Well... alright." Fulcox flopped over onto his flank and raised a hind leg, his cock standing ready. "Remind me how talented you are."

Dellerton wasn't sure he was going to be talented at all, having never done this before even as a human, but nevertheless he lay down beside Fulcox - head to tail, tail to head - and considered the dragon's cock. The broad tapered head was inches from his nostrils, pre-cum oozing liberally from the tip, the sharp sweet scent strong and sensuous. He found himself, far from revolted at the idea of putting that thing into his mouth, slightly salivating.

Surely there had been ways of filching the Infernal Eye that didn't involve being fucked by the dragon or sucking him off? And surely his thief's mind, always quick at excuses, lies and stratagems, should have found them? Or had he, subconsciously, decided that this was the only way because deep inside he wanted this so badly?

He shrugged the question out of his mind, took a deep breath, and took the dragon's member decisively into his mouth. Fulcox rumbled appreciatively, his great red-scaled belly quivering.

Dellerton set to work, moving his head back and forwards to work the bulky shaft. Fulcox's drakehood was too lengthy for even his long draconic mouth to take fully but he did the best he could, letting the head slide all the way to the very back of his mouth on each instroke, being careful to keep his sharp teeth away from the sensitive organ. The taste of him was overpoweringly salty but not at all unpleasant, and neither was the feeling of that warm, girthsome rod of flesh in his mouth, slick now with saliva and pre-cum, throbbing pleasantly in response to the pleasures inflicted upon it.

Dellerton may not have had experience, but he had a thief's natural aptitude for intricate manipulation, and the quick learning of a magician. He began very simply, moving his head back and forth and letting the cock slide between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, but he soon discovered that a dragon's tongue was far more flexible a tool than its human equivalent. He could lick the underside of Fulcox's cock at the same time as he worked him; he could tickle its forked tip against the tip and lap at the salty pre-cum; or he could even wrap his tongue almost all the way around the rim of the head and slither himself against that sensitive line. He learned from the moans, gasps and rumbles of the the larger dragon that he was doing good work.

And he was stimulating himself, too. He'd quickly forgotten his reserve, and his own cock stood stiffer than ever. When he felt the warm whip of a draconic tongue against the shaft of his cock he knew that Fulcox had decided to be a passive receiver of pleasure no longer.

The brown-and-red dragon placed a paw upon his sheath and began to firmly massage it in circles, just as he had when he was tempting out Dellerton's cock, and it felt just as good now as it had then. But this time his tongue was also involved, running up and down the length of his exposed cock in long, luscious strokes, all the way from the base to the ultra-sensitive head. He could feel the hot whisper of the dragon's breath against the head too, between every stroke.

Dellerton, inspired by how good the massage of his cock felt, reached a paw forwards to do the same to Fulcox. He cradled the significant scaly bulge between his talons and began to stroke it and squeeze it in rhythm with the working of his mouth. Fulcox moaned in pleasure. And Dellerton's pleasure too was rapidly intensifying. The other dragon's tongue moved patiently over his cock over and over again, each time a little more exquisite than the time before. From only a brief exposure to Fulcox's craftsmanly attentions, he was rapidly approaching an orgasm.

"Mm nngmm nn mmlmmm..." he tried to warn him, but was thwarted by the cock filling his mouth. "Mm mmm..." he mumbled as he felt the orgasm shiver through him, taking hold of him from the point of his tail to the tips of his wings. "Mmm... MMMmmmmmm... MMMMMMMMMM! MMM... Mmm... mmmm... mm... mm..." He felt the pleasure pouring out of him in hot liquid bursts, again and again and again, longer and stronger than any human orgasm he had experienced, before finally fading to a warm, fuzzy glow in his head and loins.

"You liked that, my love?"

"Mm-hmm." He tried to nod but his mouth was still full of cock.

"And you are doing an excellent job on your end. If you wouldn't mind resuming...?"

Dellerton realised that he'd ceased pleasuring Fulcox's cock when the orgasm came upon him, and picked up where he left off. The other dragon caressed hip hips fondly while he worked, his tail curling round to brush against the scales of his neck.

"Just a little longer, my love... nearly there... keep it up, don't change a thing... that's it... that's it... ah... ah... ah... Aaaah!"

Fulcox's cock twitched once, and Dellerton's mouth was flooded with hot, salty cum, wave after wave of it spilling generously from the tip. Fulcox sighed with release, and Dellerton swallowed repeatedly and desperately to keep on top of the torrent of cum, but it kept on coming and he felt it spill out and drip down his scaled jaw and onto his throat. At last the flood ebbed to a trickle, and after a last few more half-hearted injections of cum, there was an end. Dellerton slipped the cum-slick shaft out of his mouth, swallowed one final time, and rose unsteadily to his feet.

"Marvellous, Verititas, simply marvellous," the other dragon boomed. "I didn't think it possible, but you've actually got even better at that since last time."

"Well, you're my muse, my dear," Dellerton managed in a shaky voice.

He looked at Fulcox, and found himself laughing. The dragon's snout was splashed all over with cum, from where his orgasm had caught him mid-lick. He leaned in to lick his own mess off of Fulcox's face, and Fulcox performed the same kindness in return.

"There," Fulcox said, "much better. Now, my love, will you curl up beside me to sleep the night away?"

Dellerton was tempted. He'd enjoyed himself enormously in the end, after his reservations had been washed away, and he found himself genuinely fond of the big brown-and-red drake. But with a thief's eye still firmly on the jewel now safely around his own neck, he knew it was time to depart. Besides, it would be dangerous to linger much longer in this form. He could already feel the human parts of his memory becoming blurred and intangible; his mind was becoming draconic to match his body.

"I'm afraid, my dear, that I must fly home. But I look forward to our next encounter most eagerly."

"Home?" Fulcox blinked in confusion. "But you are home."

"I mean, my own home. My own lair."

"But you took the Infernal Eye. You know what that means."

"I do? I mean, of course I do. But I'd like to hear you say what it means anyway."

Fulcox grinned a sharp toothy dragon's grin. "You know full well, I've told you several times! That the dragon I give the Infernal Eye to will be my mate from that moment forwards, to live with me, to love me, and never to leave my side again. So this is your home now, right here."

Dellerton swallowed. The real Verititas was really going to have a surprise waiting when they got back into their right bodies.

"Of course. And I can think of no better life, my dearest Fulcox, than to spend it by your side. But I think I might go out for a fly before curling up there, if you don't object. To stretch my wings."

"Of course I don't object. It sounds like a lovely idea. In fact, I'll come with you."

"But..." Dellerton searched his mind for a good excuse, but came up empty. "...Alright, my dear. That sounds lovely."

* * *

The wind soared under Dellerton's outstretched wings; the mist-shrouded trees whipped by impossibly far below. Flying felt magnificent. Nothing in his human life had ever rivalled the sheer giddy thrill of it, the sheer open freedom of the air. It would be hard going back to his land-bound human body, now he had tasted the ecstasy of flight.

He banked his wings and wheeled to the left, watching the landscape spin beneath him. Fulcox shot past barely a wingspan behind him, and then circled round to fly alongside.

"Verititas, I've never seen you so joyful!" his voice boomed through the air. "You're like a dragonet that's just learned its wings!"

"In truth, my dear, this old dragon's wings are starting to tire."

"Then let's head back home."

"Race you?"

"Ha! You're on!"

Fulcox shot off towards his lair, and Dellerton hesitated. The Infernal Eye was still around his neck. He wouldn't have a better opportunity. With a wistful look at the retreating figure of Fulcox he folded his wings, dropped down into an enveloping bank of cloud, and flew in exactly the opposite direction.

He stayed low, keeping within the layer of mist and fog that lingered near the ground, until he chanced across a narrow wooded valley. He dropped down into it, flying tight turns to follow its meanders, until he was sure that he must have thrown off any pursuit. Finally, he landed in a secluded clearing between tall trees that he hoped would hide him from aerial eyes, his claws digging furrows into the earth as he inexpertly touched down.

He sat panting for a few minutes. All was silent. He had the Infernal Eye, he'd thrown off Fulcox, all he needed to do now was reverse the spell and make his way back to civilisation to enjoy his riches. So why did it feel like such a hollow victory?

"Found you!" called Fulcox's voice from above, and the brown-and-red dragon dropped down on top of him, bowling him over playfully. "That was a fun game you had me play, you tricksy little thing," he said, pawing at him fondly.

"Um... right. Your turn to hide now?"

"Oh Verititas, I must be getting old, I simply can't keep up with your energy. Enough games for tonight. Let's sleep. Out here, under the stars."

"Well... alright. That sounds nice." Perhaps he could slip away when the dragon slept?

Fulcox lay down on his flank and Dellerton eased himself in beside him, the little spoon to his big.

"Are you comfortable, my love?"

"Very." He was. The ground was soft and mossy, and Fulcox's belly was warm against his back and wings, the tickle of his breath comforting against the back of his neck. The larger dragon moved a forepaw to rest on his lover's flank, stroking him in a slow, intimate motion. Long, luxurious minutes passed, and neither dragon fell asleep. Instead, Dellerton felt his own arousal building again relentlessly; and when he felt Fulcox's cock slide slowly out to press insistently against his back, he knew he wasn't alone in that.

"You know, I suddenly don't feel the least bit sleepy," Fulcox purred in his ear.

"That's good. Neither do I."

"Shall we...?"

"Yes." Dellerton twisted round to lie belly-to-belly against his new mate, their legs interwoven and their cocks pressed one against the other. He licked Fulcox's neck tenderly.

"Fulcox, that thing we were talking about before, that we didn't do..."

"Fucking you?"

"Yes."

"Verititas, my love, my sweet little thing, I hope you know that we don't have to do that if you don't want to. Because I got the idea earlier that you didn't want to. Not really."

"I didn't. I wasn't ready." Dellerton licked the other dragon's snout; Fulcox's tongue slipped out and the two tongues entwined briefly. "But I'm ready now."

"You... really? Now?"

"Really. Now." Dellerton spoke the truth. The part of him that recoiled at the idea had been entirely won over by the part that wanted it.

"And you're not just saying that for my sake?"

"No, I... I want you, Fulcox. Inside me. Deep inside me."

"Well then." Fulcox licked him tenderly again. "It seems we're both of one mind. Let's get to it, my love."

After a little more licking, rubbing and fondling, Dellerton took the proper position - forelegs bent, hind legs straight - and raised his tail invitingly. A cool night breeze whispered across his exposed pucker, soon replaced by the hot breath of Fulcox as he bent close to examine his treasure. The big dragon pressed his nostrils close and inhaled deeply. Apparently satisfied with the scent, he flashed out his tongue to taste, the forked tip tingling tenderly over the sensitive spot before the whole tongue delved boldly inside, flickering in and out and eliciting a decidedly undraconic squeak of pleasure from the recipient.

"You like that, my love?"

"Again... please..."

Fulcox obliged, and Dellerton squeaked once more. How could it feel so good? "More!" he squeaked indistinctly.

"I'll give you more," crooned Fulcox, and moved forwards, leaping on top of his lover, resting his forepaws on his shoulders just in front of the wings, and bringing his hips in close behind, letting his big ridged cock nudge against the back of Dellerton's sheath. "I'll give you much more."

Dellerton found himself silenced with thrilled anticipation, his heart pounding desperately in his chest. The weight of the dragon was heavy on his shoulders, but not unbearably so. The wait for the dragon's cock to spear into him was unbearable.

"You have a seriously delicious rump, Verititas my love. Looks delicious. Smells delicious. Tastes delicious." He shifted his hind quarters so the the broad tip of his cock - mercifully slippery with pre-cum - pressed against his eager opening with intent. "Let's see if it feels delicious too."

"Yes..." Dellerton tried to relax, his whole mind and body focused on that insistent pressure against his anus.

"Here goes..."

Dellerton gasped as he felt himself spread wide. Fulcox pushed himself in slowly but resolutely, the broad head spearheading the way and the shaft following, its ridges rippling against his inners, in and in, until the scales of his sheath butted against the scales of Dellerton's butt.

"It does feel delicious," he rumbled, giving his hips an experimental wiggle that made Dellerton groan. "Nice and tight. Very, very nice indeed. How is it for you, my love?"

Dellerton managed a wordless nod of pleasure. He had never imagined feeling so completely filled. The dragon's cock stretched him to his very limits, reaching unfathomably far into his inner depths. He bent his neck up, and Fulcox bent his down, and the two shared one more brief kiss. The brown-and-red dragon gazed adoringly, hungrily down at him with his golden eyes, and then he began to fuck him hard.

"Ahh!" cried out Dellerton as the dragon's cock pistoned in and out of him. "Aah! Ooh! Aah!" The dragon fucked him in long, hard strokes, each outstroke pulling out so far that only the head remained within him, then each instroke pushing in so hard and fast that his sheath smacked against his rump with a loud slap sound. SLAP. "Ooh!" SLAP. "Nngh!" SLAP. "Aah!" . The wide tapered head stretched him mercilessly on each stroke, inflicting beautiful torment on his innards. SLAP. "Nngh!" SLAP. "Aah!" SLAP. "OOH!" Each stroke made a little wet shluck sound as it came out, and a little wet shlick as it drove back in. Shluck, shlick SLAP. "AAH!" Shluck, shlick SLAP. "Ooh!" Shluck, shlick SLAP. "YES!" Most terrible and most wonderful of all, the ridge of cruel bumps on the top of his shaft sawed back and forwards across his inner skin, stimulating one sensitive spot in particular over and over again without relief, flooding Dellerton's body with intense sexual pleasure almost beyond draconic endurance. Shluck, shlick SLAP. "YES!" Shluck, shlick SLAP. "NNNGH!" Shluck, shlick SLAP. "YES!" Shluck, shlick SLAP, shluck, shlick SLAP, shluck, shlick SLAP. "OOOH! YES!! MORE!!!"

Fulcox panted and heaved above him, his claws digging firmly into his shoulders, his great wings spread wide. "Nearly there, my love, nearly there..." His pounding of his mate's rear continued relentlessly, and he began crying out himself in pleasure in counterpoint with Dellerton's own vocalisations.

"Rrr..."

"YES!"

"Rrawrmmm..."

"NNNGH!"

"Rrraah!"

"MORE"!

"Aaaah!"

"OOOOH!"

"Aaaah!"

"AAH!"

"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhh..."

With a last shlick and a last slap Fulcox thrust his cock deep inside Dellerton one last time and held it there, his seed pumping out of him in wave after wave. Dellerton felt the tingling pressure of it flooding his insides, then felt hot thick liquid overflowing down the scales of his hindquarters onto his sheath and dripping onto the ground, more and more as the dragon injected spurt after spurt of seed that his insides couldn't contain.

Finally, the flood abated. They remained as they were, panting and trembling with exertion, Fulcox's cock still inside his mate. He pulled it free with an extra-loud shluck and another torrent of seed spilled out all down across Dellerton's rear.

The larger dragon nosed him affectionately. "That was exquisite, my love."

"It was... it was wonderful, my dear."

"Did you come yourself?"

"No. I was near, but... not quite."

"Then allow me."

And Fulcox, without dismounting, reached his long tail round beneath his lover and curled the tip around his cock, pumping it vigorously up and down.

"Aaah... yes my dear, that's it..."

It didn't take long: Dellerton had truly been close. His orgasm shot long lines of milky white across the mossy green ground, the intense pleasure of the fuck released from his body in liquid form.

Afterwards, when they had cleaned themselves up, they lay down wearily together and Fulcox soon fell asleep. Dellerton regarded him fondly, listening to his rumbling satisfied snore. If he wanted to slip away, this would be the perfect time. And he had been meaning to slip away, but he couldn't quite bring to mind why. Something to do with the Infernal Eye? And there was a human involved... and magic? It was all terribly vague. He'd figure it all out in the morning, he was sure. He rested his head against Fulcox's warm flank and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

"Psst!"

Verititas woke up. Something had hit him. A stone? There: another one!

"Psst! Wake up, thief!"

He opened one eye. Fulcox still slumbered noisily beside him but there was someone else. A human, stark naked, standing not a handful of yards away, throwing stones. What was the human thinking? Was it mad? It looked cross. Verititas eyed it carefully. There was something very familiar about it...

With a jolt, Verititas recognized him. It was his own body. It all came flooding back. Verititas remembered that his name was Dellerton, not Verititas. He had been a dragon so long that he had almost forgotten his own name.

"Thief! Get over here, now!"

Dellerton slid carefully away from the sleeping Fulcox and padded over to his human counterpart. Together they padded a little way into the forest, where they could safely talk without waking Fulcox.

"Verititas, I presume," Dellerton said.

The man glared up at him. "Give me back my body now, you thief. You've had your fun. Body swap spell: very nicely done. I get it. I'm impressed. Now switch us back before we both forget who we really are, forever."

Dellerton sighed. He didn't want to give up his new draconic body, or to give up Fulcox's love. But it was Verititas' body, and Verititas' life, and it was Verititas that Fulcox loved. Not him. He might be a thief, but he had some principles.

"Nice work snatching the Infernal Eye, by the way," Verititas chipped in, nodding at the jewel. "Mind you, you were working off my groundwork. Shame you didn't finish the job and slit his throat while he slept. I've been working that idiot for months, gaining his trust. The things I did..." He shuddered. "Still, at least I didn't let him fuck me." He eyed Dellerton suspiciously. "You didn't let him fuck you, did you?"

"I certainly did."

"Ugh! You bastard! That's my body you've sullied, you know!"

"No," said Dellerton firmly. "It's not. Not any more."

And with that, before Verititas could add one more word, he snatched him up in his talons and took to his wings.

He flew for an hour or more, ignoring the complaints and threats and entreaties of the human he was carrying, concentrating hard to keep a hold of his slipping memories. At last he reached the edge of the town just as the sun was rising, and landed by a country lane just beyond the outskirts. He dropped Verititas in the mud.

"Your name is Dellerton now," he told him. "You own quarters on Stumble Lane, above the pawnbrokers. There's a key hidden above the doorframe. Have a good life." He turned his tail and spread his wings for takeoff.

"Wait!" cried the new Dellerton. "You can't... please! Dellerton, be reasonable."

"It's Verititas now, not Dellerton. I am - was - a thief. I set out to steal the Infernal Eye but I've recently decided to steal something else instead."

"What?"

"You."

And the new Verititas leapt into the air and flew away without looking back, and without listening to the curses thrown up from below. He flew back to where his heart longed to be, back to the clearing in the forest where he found the dragon Fulcox sitting downcast on his own. As he landed, the larger dragon's face lit up in delight, and he ran to his mate and began licking him amorously.

"Verititas! My love, my sweet! I thought... I'm a paranoid old fool, but I woke up and you were gone, and I thought... I thought maybe it had all been a horrible trick, and you were just after my jewel, and were gone off never to be seen again..."

"Ssh, Fulcox! Silly thing! Why would I ever want to leave you? I'm yours. Yours forever."

As Verititas began to make love to his mate once again, a last, stubborn memory of his human past intruded uninvited into his mind. He pushed the unwanted memory away, and it was gone, forever.