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"Are you sure you don't want me to carry you? By all means, you should be walking with a limp." Dressed in a simple leather outfit that outlined his masculine silhouette, Azes placed a companionable arm around Hector's shoulder. "It's not often that a human can accept me without regretting it."

Chuckling and patting the dragon's muscular rump, Hector followed him to a nearby carriage, hopping in first to give Azes a pleasant view of his ass through the thin fabric of his pants. "I've had the training to take all but the most massive males. It's not that hard, just a lot of deep breathing and relaxation." Choosing to sit on Azes's lap rather than next to him, Hector placed his arms around the older dragon's neck. If he was going to be a kept man, he needed to show his benefactor how much he appreciated it.

Doting on the human with half-lidded blue eyes, Azes steadied him with a lusty grip on one of Hector's cheeks, rolling his palm against Hector's softness. "Natural talent had something to do with it, I'm sure. Many Grooms have serviced me, but none of them had your sheer enthusiasm. I'm glad you were amenable to my little proposal. I can already feel my old bones rejuvenating in your company."

"Perhaps one bone in particular? At least one part of you is a young buck." Hector teased, watching with amusement as Azes's shaft grew down his trouser leg, lowering one hand to stroke the half-slumbering member. Leaning against Azes's chest, he rolled his cheek against one flexing pec, listening to the dragon's hitched breath and seeking the spots that quickened his heartbeat.

"Exquisite." Favoring the human with a gentle stroke against his cheek and spreading his legs, shamelessly showing off his manhood through its leather prison, Azes enjoyed Hector's massage. "I wish to make my home as hospitable as possible, but I must admit that I'm ignorant of human needs. Money is no object, and I'm certain my bed is adequate for your needs. Is there anything else you'd like? I'm willing to supply anything that might make your stay more comfortable."

"Oh? Am I a high-class whore? Working for trinkets?" With a hint of a laugh in his voice and an expression tailored to show Azes he wasn't serious, Hector slipped from his lap and melted between muscular legs, his tongue lazily trailing along bulging leather. As his hands sought the knotted laces holding Azes's trousers in place, he kissed the awakening monster. "Perhaps I should act like it then. Can't have you growing bored of my company."

"An angel disguised as a Groom. Where have you been hiding all these years?" Sighing as his trousers reached his knees, Azes scooted forward, licking his lips as his cockhead peeked from its hood. Smearing thick, masculine musk over Hector's nose, he brought the slit to bear, kissing a pearl of pre against Hector's peeking tongue. "I'm serious, you know. Anything that might make your stay more comfortable will be yours."

"I'm not hard to please. Perhaps an apothecary's array of softening ointments, soaps, and scents? Before I became a Groom, I scraped together my coins, but prices have been rising of late." Gratefully taking hold of Azes's shaft, he thanked the dragon the only way he knew how, with an experienced tongue laving at his cockhead. Gently pulling back the hooded flesh, he took the pink head into his mouth, ignoring the gentle ache of a stretched jaw.

"Gods. As soon as we arrive, I will ask my servant to stock up on the finest concoctions. Anything that results in hands that soft is worth every coin." Testing Hector's mouth with a paw on the back of his head, Azes worked his dripping manhood deeper, his fingers tracing the bulge in Hector's throat. Though he couldn't push more than half his length down Hector's throat before his cock threatened to break the human's jaw, he seemed satisfied.

Keeping his eyes fixated on the dragon's, Hector tickled his cumvein with his trapped tongue, his mouth-watering cock coaxing drool down its length with every thrust. Slickened by their combined fluids, his fingers danced over the shaft, working him toward his finish. There was no point in prolonging Azes's pleasure, judging by how fast he seemed to recover. Rather than dancing on the edge of orgasm, Hector would milk him until his cock couldn't muster the energy to rise.

His face taking on the dopey, overwhelmed expression of a man close to heaven, Azes lolled his head back, his tongue slipping out of his mouth as a throaty groan burst forth alongside his seed. Heaving bucks worked through his manhood, bulging its cumvein, then bursting into Hector's throat, filling his stomach directly. Three healthy eruptions swelled Hector's stomach with a slimy meal. A fourth and final squirt graced his mouth, coating his senses with Azes's unique musk.

His softening shaft withdrew shortly after, allowing Hector to take a breath through his nose without heavy manhood blocking his airway. Kissing away the last few drops and adding them to his swirling mouthful of dragon seed, he opened his mouth, showing off his tongue swirling amid the creamy mess for Azes's benefit. Making a show of swallowing the dragon's gift, he opened his mouth again, still stroking Azes through his afterglow.

Bringing Hector's mouth to his own, Azes slipped his tongue past seed-glazed lips, his palm cupping the gentle curve of Hector's stomach where his orgasm still sloshed. With a pleasured growl in his voice, he licked his lips, his handsome features still close enough to feel the heat coming off of his scales. "Thank the gods I was the first to request your services in this manner. You'd be locked away in some foreign dragon monarch's harem surrounded by jealous, unsatisfied whores who couldn't compete with your charms."

"I aim to please, my lord." With all the care of a jeweler handling something priceless, Hector tucked Azes's manhood away within its leather home, swiping his finger over the tip to catch the last of his cream. Tugging the trousers back into place, tightening laces with practiced ease until it looked as if nothing happened, he pressed a kiss to Azes's cheek.

Doting paws explored Hector's body for the remainder of the trip while flaring nostrils pressed against his neck, and a slippery tongue lazily traced circles over his exposed skin. It was almost disappointing when they arrived, the carriage coming to an abrupt stop that sank Azes's teeth into Hector's shoulder, nearly drawing blood. Thankfully he caught himself before he caused any damage, despite Hector's surprised gasp and moan.

"Not exactly what I expected when you mentioned having a lot of free space. Are you sure you have room for me?" Hector looked over the simple home, no bigger than most peasants', and worried that he would impose on Azes. Maybe he wasn't as rich as he claimed. It wasn't a problem if he wasn't a rich man, but Hector didn't want to bleed someone dry.

Leading Hector through a wooden door, Azes grinned, his eyes taking on a youthful, mischievous glint. "Oh, you've only seen the barest sliver of my home. Don't worry. There's more. I built this place with my hands nearly a hundred years ago."

Inside the shack, there was a conspicuous lack of furniture, and as Azes reached out to touch a specific cobblestone, it became clear why. Scraping stone revealed a winding staircase leading into a surprisingly well-lit passage, and as they traveled downward, the path closed behind them, leaving them standing in a stone hallway with glowing stones lining every wall.

"Creating an above-ground mansion, castle, or anything of that sort seemed impractical. Why make it easier to pillage or steal? Of course, the world was very different a hundred years ago. Far less acceptance for dragons. Imagine the outcry if someone tried to harm me these days." Leading the awestruck human down the stretching hallway, Azes seemed excited to show off his creation, finally stopping at a room that seemed as if sunlight bathed its walls.

Sunken into the floor, a glistening basin of sparkling water at least four feet deep greeted Hector, its waters illuminated by what, at first glance, seemed to be the sun above. Squinting to investigate, Hector stared at the bright light, realizing it shined from a single large gemstone set into the ceiling. Lining the pool, generously sized steps led to deeper waters, and glowing blue stones agitated the water around the edges.

"Pretty, isn't it? Warm water, company, and open air, without any pesky insects or the threat of rain. I fall asleep in here more often than I like to admit." Sitting on the pool's edge, Azes squirmed out of his trousers, dangling his feet in the water with a smile. "Given enough time, the water purifies itself, and the sunstone above keeps it pleasantly warm year round."

"You've created something truly awe-inspiring. It's no wonder you're so respected in the community." Following Azes's lead, Hector removed his clothes, joining him at the poolside and easing his feet into warm water. It was far more luxurious than the fire-heated bucket and cloth at the inn. The last time he experienced something as relaxing was a long time ago, in another life, before he gave up everything to chase his dreams.

"This? No. This little oasis is far too artistic for my usual clientele." Freeing his dark scales from the prison of his shirt, Azes sank beneath the water, his arms resting on the pool's edge. Water lapped at his musculature like a loving tongue, moistening his scales and highlighting his physique. "Most of them only care about destructive power. I spend my time in the forge creating the same sword, imbued with varying enchantments. Dreadfully dull, backbreaking work, but if I stop, I'll never hear the end of it. Artistic, inventive things like this place are useless to all but the richest, decadent men."

"I think the opposite is true, honestly. Pleasure is a worthwhile pursuit, and relaxation is a balm for the soul. Without an outlet for stress, we wither like untended plants." Slipping into the water and nuzzling into the nook of Azes's arm, Hector let his legs float weightlessly in front of him. Flexing his toes, he pondered the far wall. With a stomach full of dragon essence and a pleasant warmth surrounding him, he felt he could fall asleep at any moment, but he couldn't abandon Azes's company.

"Is that why you chose to become a Groom? To help greymuzzles like me relax? Or was there some other profound reasoning behind your choice of career?" Paw resting comfortably on Hector's chest, Azes let the pad of one finger slowly circle a nipple, flicking the sensitive tip.

"Nothing so noble at first, I assure you. I've suffered an attraction to all things draconic for as long as I can remember. When your parents are prominent mages, a relationship with a carriage-drake is not well-received. Father found me thrusting away, face coated in Oivyd's cum, and you'd swear he was about to incinerate me. He disowned me the next day. Ironically, if Oivyd were a man of your status, his reaction would have been much more favorable." Chuckling ruefully, Hector rubbed Azes's thigh. "Though I'm not sure you would have enjoyed Father's company. Dull, dusty man, he would have bored you into an early grave."

"Ah, so the life of a Groom wasn't something you chose. Destiny drew you to the life of a talented whore." Far from an insult, his words seemed to be a compliment. Of course, even if they were, Hector wouldn't have minded. He knew that his job was essentially that of a whore and a stable boy combined, but he reveled in it. He wanted to die buried underneath a magnificent rutting beast if he could. Let his last breath be the animalistic musk of some scaly hunk.

"Perhaps. Though, my dedication to sensuality is relatively new. There's something so addictive in hearing your efforts rewarded by a panting, breathless voice." Stroking along Azes's manhood, Hector turned his head, taking one jet-black nipple between his teeth and swirling his tongue over it. Rhythmically suckling, he nursed like a babe at its mother's breast, staring up into half-lidded blue eyes.

"Mmmph. I can't deny that your methods are sound." Cradling Hector to his chest, Azes leaned his head back, thrusting his hips to grind his half-hard cock against stroking fingers. "Perhaps you'd like to engage in a repeat performance? I can't say whether I measure up to a carriage drake, but I'd like to think I'm more than capable of returning the depths of pleasure you've shown me." Standing with a waterfall dripping from his scales, Azes paused, no doubt pondering their size difference. "Perhaps not here, however. Tell me, have you ever slept on a bed of phoenix down?"

Dragging Hector from the water and leaning in for a kiss, Azes carried him toward the doorway, his sculpted scales cradling Hector's erection and his amorous tongue silencing any protests Hector might have made if he cared to. Plodding through the hallway, still occupying Hector's mouth with his delving tongue, he stopped at a dimly lit room, breaking their oral embrace only when they stood before a bed fit for a king, complete with soft sheets and impossibly fluffy pillows.

Tossed to the bed by the smitten dragon, Hector beckoned, welcoming his weight and pressing the human into a cloudlike softness below his ass. "I must admit, this is comfortable, but it doesn't compare to your embrace." Feeling his member smothered beneath Azes's, Hector spread his legs, rolling his hips to squish damp flesh against his. His arms around muscular shoulders in a loose grip, he pressed a kiss to Azes's nose, trailing his fingers over circular horns.

Trapping Hector's hands in his paws, Azes growled playfully, letting his tongue hang out as he stared down at the human. Trailing drooling kisses over Hector's neck, he worked his way lower, chasing droplets of water and replacing their dampness with a thick coat of dragon drool. Each pec received a lavish suckling, teeth digging in until the slightest mark showed, then releasing. Finally, reaching the human's cock, Azes maneuvered his toothy maw to crown his tip, his tongue slipping beneath Hector's foreskin to swirl over the sensitive flesh beneath.

"Gods. You say I'm the talented whore, while your tongue may as well be a weapon." Pinned and unable to resist the slow descent of Azes's maw, Hector could only groan, slipping his fingers between the dragon's. Sloppy, wet suckles begged him to thrust, but he resisted, watching the slow up and down of scaly lips and the dribble of crystalline saliva slickening his pubic hair and dripping in thin trails down his balls. Coaxed, lick by lick, toward his orgasm, Hector lost himself in Azes's maw, a heavy curtain of lust stopping all rational thought and replacing it with unfiltered pleasure.

Brought nearly to his limit, his groin coated in so much dragon spittle that he looked as if he'd run afoul of a slime, Hector tensed. A stone's throw from his finish, he felt the slippery pleasure of Azes's sloppy maw disappear, replaced by a cool breeze.

Thankfully, Hector's cock wasn't left unattended for long. Still shining with draconic saliva, it jutted proudly, meeting a descending rump that accepted him into crushing tightness. Helped along by the slimy coat of oral love, it slipped to the hilt, his balls pressing against the underside of a thick tail. Beautiful ruby scales glittered in the dim light as his weight pressed down Hector's groin, trapping his cock deep within clutching, heated walls. "Well?" He panted, releasing Hector's hands to take hold of his cock and slowly stroke. "How does it compare? Do I measure up?"

"Gods, yes. It feels like you're going to break my cock in half." Attempting to thrust but blocked by a tight clench and the oppressive weight of dragon rump, Hector had to settle for reaching out, weighing Azes's balls with his palms. Searing pleasure radiated from his member, begging him to finish, but Hector tamped it down, trying to maintain some semblance of stamina.

"Good. I'll have you know it's been at least thirty years since I've allowed someone to do this and longer since I've wanted it this badly." Rocking his hips, Azes stirred his insides with Hector's cock, then seemed to find the right spot, raising himself on his knees, then crashing down with a wet slurp, his rump slimed by Hector's drenched groin. "You're going to be a good boy, aren't you? Going to fill me up?"

Overwhelmed by the unbelievably erotic sight of the muscular dragon riding his shaft, sawing his cock in and out of an ass so tight that he worried for his shaft's blood flow. Hector bit his lower lip and nodded, massaging thick thighs in an attempt to return the mind-numbing pleasure Azes brought him. Each thrust grew faster, a heavier weight bruising his pelvis, but the overstuffed bed below absorbed most of the impact, keeping his bones from breaking.

"Mmm. Gods. The perfect size to drive me mad." Closing his eyes and bouncing as a man possessed, the dragon stroked himself faster and faster, his hole softening with time. Sloppy strings of dragon approval drooled down to the human's stomach, growing more copious by the moment until the slit at Azes's tip opened up, blasting thicker ropes of musky satisfaction to coat every inch of Hector's stomach. Spiderwebs of liquid dragon essence drenched the rest of him, its warmth seeping into his skin like a heated bath.

Closing his eyes as a sloppy blast coated his face, Hector squirmed, his cock brutalized by the orgasming dragon's tightness. Blasting his offering deep into the dragon's needy hole, he clutched muscular legs, helplessly pushing his hips upward. For what seemed like an eternity, he emptied himself into Azes, pleasure blurring together until he was unsure exactly how often he finished. His only clue to the passage of time was the satisfied sigh and soft cock of the dragon above him.

Freed by the dragon's exhausted flop next to him, Hector stared at the ceiling, focusing on the pretty, glittering stones that lit the room once he cleared the smear of dragon cream from his eyes. Barely able to feel his legs, he turned his head to the side, one shaking hand patting Azes's bicep. "I don't think you can refer to yourself as old any longer. Such a virile dragon stud has another thousand years of ruining holes and breaking hearts."

"Careful, or I'll put that gilded tongue to work." Nipping at Hector's neck with a lazy grin, Azes gathered him to his chest, snuggling in the afterglow. Not a hint of tension remained in his muscles, and he nearly melted against the human. "Thank you. I know this isn't a romantic relationship, nor some love story writ across the stars, but I genuinely enjoy your company. It means a lot that you were willing to keep this old- to keep me company in this big, empty home."

"The pleasure's all mine." Trailing fingers over Azes's cheek, Hector smiled at his fluttering, sleepy eyes. How did such a masculine hunk of muscle manage to be so adorable? "Perhaps, in place of romance, we might be friends? Our situation doesn't have to be purely a business transaction."

"Mmm. Yes, that sounds delightful. Friends." Yawning and rubbing his cheek against Hector's trailing fingers, Azes closed his eyes, seemingly unbothered by the sticky human against his chest. Within seconds, his breathing slowed, and his body relaxed, trapping Hector in his embrace. Of course, Hector wasn't complaining. A nap sounded nice.