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Hask would have believed that his ordeal was just a lewd fever dream if not for Omeg's snoring. From waking up in the dragons' cave to being ravaged by Omeg's talented tongue and left in a puddle of sweat and dragon cum the whole situation certainly seemed like something that felt more at home in a dream- a wet one, but a dream nonetheless.

Staring up at the ceiling as hot breath washed over his chest from Omeg's even breathing, he couldn't deny his experience. Fantastical as it was, he just fucked a dragon. It felt like a sort of achievement, honestly. Of course, he knew he wasn't the first, but he was the first in hundreds of years. The ego boost was almost enough to let him forget his desire to return to his life.

Was it impossible to go home? Moreover, did he want to return? Hask's home wasn't in some big city where you'd expect subterfuge and secret societies, let alone a cult that worshipped mythical creatures thought long dead. There WERE disappearances among the drunken patrons, but no one ever stayed in town long, so Hask never thought anything of it. However, Omeg didn't seem like the sort to lie- if anything, he might try to get on Hask's good side with a good-natured embellishment. What was the point of returning if he'd be recaptured and left gods-know where? He doubted there'd be another muscular dragon with an oral fixation to save him if they captured him.

Still, there was something objectionable about being kept as a pet, no matter how deliciously able his master was with his tongue. He'd have to sit on his decision while he explored his surroundings. Perhaps browsing the dragon's belongings would tell him more about him? After a glance around, he noticed Omeg's belongings were sparse, close to nonexistent. Outside of the haphazard puddle of furs beneath Hask's bare ass and a glowing lantern on the far wall, there wasn't anything else. Was that a good sign?

There wasn't even a door! Outside of a makeshift curtain of soft leather, Omeg's room seemed to be open, without a lock to stop Hask's exploration. If he could remove the muscled arm clutching him like a child with a stuffed toy, he could walk right out. Neither of the other two seemed particularly enthused about keeping him, so he doubted they'd stop him. Whether he wanted to leave or not, having the option was oddly soothing.

Wriggling slowly, Hask tested the dragon's grip, freezing as a wave of heated breath rolled across his nose, bringing with it the brine of cum-tainted breath, shaking his head as he tried to stop himself from gagging. Thankfully it was not that bad compared to a beer-laden burp from drunken liaisons, but it wasn't floral. Of course, what did he expect after that talented tongue licked every inch of his body clean before he passed out? Omeg must have filled his stomach with the sheer volume of seed that soaked Hask's body!

Shaking his head before the remembered feeling of Omeg's maw coaxing him to orgasm could plump his naked shaft, Hask managed to extricate himself from the snoring dragon's arms, sighing in relief as he felt a breeze wash over his body. Rubbing his wrists, still raw from yesterday's bonds, he blinked as his eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom of the cave, feeling his way around as chill air acted as a compass. The entrance had to be somewhere along the wind's path, right? It had to be coming from somewhere.

With each step, Hask became more aware of his nudity, folding his arms in front of him as the moist remnants of Omeg's fun caught the breeze and raised bumps across smooth skin. It was Summer before, so why was it so damned cold? Had he slept through several seasons?

"You shouldn't be wandering around alone." A deep voice that Hask recognized emanated from a familiar silhouette once he reached the site of the fire from the night before, illuminated by a fresh blaze. Poking at the flames, the first dragon to speak the night before leaned back, highlighted in a flickering orange light that contrasted with the black color of his scales. Eyes that matched Omeg's looked Hask over as their owner sighed, then the dragon shifted, patting the spot next to him. "Come here. You'll catch your death."

Cowed by the dragon's hulking size and the size of his scaly paws, Hask didn't dare deny his order, padding over on bare feet and sitting in front of the crackling flames at the dragon's side. "Sorry. I'm not a prisoner, am I?" He asked, pulling his knees up to his chest and shivering. It was hard not to feel intimidated in the presence of a creature that looked like he could tear Hask apart with minimal effort, but at least the fire was warm.

"Where would you get that idea?" Propping his chin on one fist, the dragon turned his head to the side with a yawn, twirling his stick through the embers. Nostrils flaring for a moment, he chuckled under his breath. "Ah, Omeg's little show of bravado and Irshan's attitude. I promise, they're all bark and no bite. I'm sure you've experienced Omeg's vices, and Irshan- well, he's just a bit of an ass at first. They warm up faster than you'd think."

Irshan? That must have been the third dragon's name. It was fitting, almost as spiky as his behavior. Clearing his throat, Hask spoke up, looking over his companion's fire-softened features and taking in a plumpness that contrasted with Irshan's muscles and Omeg's leaner build. "What about you, then?"

"Me? I'm just a big softy. Bit hard to have a civil conversation when you're huge and toothy, though. People get the wrong idea about a friendly smile." Eyes flashing with interest, the dragon produced a soft pelt from his side, offering it to the shivering human and stretching his bare feet toward the fire, toes wiggling and showing off strangely manicured blunted claws. "I'm Raghan. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Draping the fur over his front with a grateful sigh, Hask sagged against the rocky outcropping beneath him, his bare ass pressing against the smoothed stone. "Hask. Is there a reason I shouldn't be wandering around?" Afraid he might be asking too many questions, Hask nevertheless tried to keep the conversation going. Raghan seemed friendly enough, and without the fog of lust to tie his tongue, he felt he should find out as much about his surroundings as he could.

"It's not dangerous or anything- at least until you're outside. Just dark and cold. I wouldn't want to find you curled up in a corner, frozen half to death." Staring at Hask for a moment as though buried in thought, Raghan scratched his bare stomach, rustling the hides that formed a vest barely covering a soft belly and squishy-looking pecs. While he wasn't fat, he was well-padded, and Hask could see why he was unbothered by the chill in the air. "Where are my manners? You've been here nearly a full day, and I haven't offered you food. And Omeg's so thrilled to have a new toy, I doubt he thought beyond his desires. You must be starving!"

On cue, Hask's stomach growled its assent, bringing a blush to his cheeks as he gathered the fur to his chest. "I can wait until I get home to eat if you don't want me to stay. I promise I won't tell anyone where you are." It was a long shot, but Raghan seemed like the most sympathetic of the three, and it was best to keep his options open.

Sighing, Raghan shook his head. "Omeg didn't explain, did he? Of course, I've gotta be the one to tear your heart out." Standing and stretching, the chubby dragon revealed a rounded rump filling his leather patchwork pants. Idly, Hask wondered what it looked like below the leather. "There are two reasons you can't go home. First, the closest human settlement is through an area that WE find too dangerous to enter, and second, we can't accompany you anyway. We worked very hard to disappear, and well-" Bringing his tail around, Raghan revealed a rounded stump that ended a few feet above his rump rather than the tapered sort that Omeg sported. "We learned our lesson the last time we tried to participate in human society."

Reaching out, Hask touched the mutilated appendage, avoiding putting pressure on it. "Did someone do this to you? Was it that cult that Omeg mentioned? He said they would wait for me if I tried to go home." Suddenly his half-assed desire to leave seemed selfish. It's not like he had a family waiting for him, and his job probably replaced him hours after he went missing. Neither dragon made him feel unwelcome- if anything, they'd been gracious hosts.

"Hah. No, no. My scar wasn't born from violence like Omeg's eye." Slipping an arm around Hask's shoulders and helping him to his feet, the dragon led him through the dark, away from the glow of the fire. As they walked, he continued. "I did this to myself as a gift. They needed it more than I ever did."

Before Hask could reply, the dragon parted a cloth curtain, motioning him into a softly lit room filled with a slightly stale herbal scent. Much like Omeg, he puffed a small flame into a lantern, then bent at the waist, rummaging through a roughly braided basket, and returned with an assortment of unidentifiable dried foods. "I'm afraid there's nothing fresh. Omeg found you on his bi-weekly hunting trip and hasn't gone back out." A spigot on a nearby barrel filled a tin cup, joining the assortment and bringing a distinctly fruity alcoholic tang to the scented air.

"So you DO have drinks." Shaking his head ruefully, Hask accepted the lap full of food, sniffing cautiously at a hunk of what looked like meat. Omeg's saliva still flavored his mouth, and now that he thought about it, the cheeky dragon was far too eager to slide his tongue down Hask's throat. He couldn't even be mad about it. Even the thought of that intensely intimate act twitched his cock.

"This is my private reserve. Call it an apology for letting Omeg have his way with you. I'm sure he wore you down until you let him suck you off." Patting Hask's back, Raghan sat on the floor in front of him, leaning against the far wall. "He's always been like that. The little slut used to invite any man he met to empty themselves into his maw. His room smelled like the sea most days. Pretty funny considering the act he puts on. Domineering and confident until his muzzle's full."

Chewing thoughtfully and enjoying the strange but well-seasoned meat, Hask felt his stomach's gnawing hunger fade, following each bite with a swig of the sweetened drink. The bar could learn from raghan's culinary expertise- this was the first time he tasted a wine that wasn't bitter and dry. The pantry was warmer than the rest of the caves, and the heady swirl of alcohol's influence released some of his inhibitions, letting him open his makeshift robe and air out his warming body.

"It wasn't that bad," Hask said as he finished the small pile of food, yawning as contentment washed over him. "He's less grabby than the usual clientele, and at least he didn't throw up on my back mid-stroke." Shaking his head, Hask contemplated Raghan's bulk, eyes roaming lower and subconsciously comparing him to Omeg's size. Were all dragons well-endowed?

"Oh? Are you used to casual encounters, then? Will I have to prepare ice water to peel you from my brother? Or do you have more self-control?" Teasing Hask in an attempt at flirting, Raghan stuck his tongue out. "If it's just the wine talking, I don't mind offering you another cup." Judging by his body language, he wasn't all that buttoned up himself, and his body wasn't anything to sneeze at, with powerful muscles below the layer of fat. His size might be an issue, but Hask wasn't afraid of a challenge.

"I don't know anymore. It could be memories of last night, the wine, or finally having a conversation that doesn't involve how tight my ass feels, but-" Spreading his legs, Hask scooted forward on his seat, contemplating his erection. Why be modest? Raghan already saw everything moments before. "If I can't leave, maybe I should enjoy myself. I don't suppose you have the same soft spot for humans as your brother?"

Shuffling over on paws and knees, Raghan accepted Hask's invitation with a smirk. "You think I'm as easy to please as Omeg?" Sitting up on his knees, he brought himself to the human's level, lips inches from Hask's and the warmth of his body so close that Hask could almost feel it on his bare skin, spreading his legs wider in invitation. "I'm not. I won't be satisfied with a mouthful of seed and a face smeared in the scent of your balls. Are you sure you can handle me?"

Closing the distance between them, Raghan slipped arms around Hask's waist, drawing him closer until the human's erection pressed against his bare stomach. Lips met in a slower, more refined motion than Hask was used to, and a soft touch welcomed him closer like an old friend. It was gentler, more purposeful than Omeg's touch, and the dragon's tongue danced along his with every motion, bringing a flavor almost as sweet as the wine.

Impatiently fumbling at the dragon's waistband, Hask moaned against the soft swirl of a talented tongue, drowning in the heady passion of roaming fingers. Somehow, it was even better than Omeg's desperation, and by the time he rolled the patchwork leather down over soft scales, he felt as though his cock would bore through metal, messing the softness of Raghan's belly with a slow drip of arousal.

"Relax." Breaking their kiss as he shrugged from his pants, Raghan nipped at Hask's lower lip, his soft, drooping cock stubbornly unaffected by stroking fingers. Raising himself on his legs, he climbed onto Hask's lap, paws reaching behind him, guiding Hask's member between his cheeks and encasing it in a world of silken heat and slight moisture. Warmth and weight enveloped Hask's lower half until his tip found a puffy, welcoming hole, starting his entrance into that rounded rump. "Not everything has to be desperation and need. Let me get a feel for you before we rut like wild animals."

Slowly bearing down, Raghan accepted Hask's cock with ease, exposing his sensitive flesh to a surprisingly tight fit for his size. Arms enfolding the human as his churning balls pressed against the underside of the dragon's cheeks, he welcomed his face between soft, scaly pecs, growling his satisfaction. "Ah. That's a sensation I haven't felt in years. Such sweet memories."

"A-Am I doing something wrong?" Hask panted once he managed to extricate his face from between those two soft mountains, steadying himself with two hands on the dragon's bread-dough-like ass, biting his lower lip to fight back the rising urge to thrust upward and release himself within the dragon. "You're still-" Admittedly, Hask wasn't doing much, but the sensation of soft dragon cock, barely twitching, worried him. Of course, he balked at saying the words, afraid of offending Raghan.

"Oh, this?" Smearing his still flaccid cock over Hask's bare stomach with a twist of his hips, Raghan shook his head. "I'm afraid I've always been this way. The slightest bit of attention to my rump and I'm soft and leaky. Trust me. I'll enjoy every second." Rocking his hips, he started a slow rhythm that threatened to crush Hask despite his careful motions, his breath coming in soft pants as he braced himself against the wall, each plap of jiggling cheeks welcoming Hask's face against the pillowy softness of his chest.

Desperate to please and pinned in that heavy embrace, Hask turned his head, capturing a puffy nipple in his lips and digging his fingers into Raghan's ample backside. Silencing the moans that clenching inner muscles wrung from his mouth, he surrendered to Raghan's rhythm, feeling as though his eyes would roll back in his head. It was so hot within those slippery depths that he could barely think, and with every thrust, he could feel seed rising within his steel-hard cock, ready to fill the dragon's hole.

Right as he was about to reach his peak, his eyes clenching tightly and his cock desperate to finish, Raghan stopped his movements. A cool breeze broke through the impossibly heated sensation as Hask's cock flopped back into the open air, leaving the silken confines of the dragon's depths and drooling angrily, robbed of its finish.

"Not yet." Sporting that same hungry expression Hask saw on Omeg's face the night before, Raghan finally allowed Hask some breathing room, his heated breath washing over the human's neck in a playful nip before he withdrew. Tucking his dragonhood between his legs, he propped himself up on his elbows, showing off that plump rear with his tail lifted to give Hask a view of the slippery, puffy heaven his cock vacated moments earlier. "Care to finish in style?" He panted, his cock spurting a slug's trail along the ground as that pucker winked seductively.

Descending on the dragon's display like a dehydrated man finding an oasis in the desert, Hask slotted his dick into that puffy entrance, sliding home in one heavy thrust that slapped his hips against that jiggling ass. He was too far gone to hold back, gripping the dragon's thick, shortened tail and doing his level best to ravage its owner.

"That's it. Hard and fast. Don't you dare pull out!" Tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, the dragon growled his pleasure, digging his claws into the stone below and wiggling his hips to taunt Hask to a speedier rhythm. Soon enough, as Hask obliged, his words melted into a heavy pant and faded into murmured gibberish, its absence bringing the wet stirring thrusts to the forefront of the sounds echoing off the walls.

Hask didn't last long, sweat pouring from his body as he slammed his crotch against ample padding, watching with hungry eyes as Raghan's hole pouted with every thrust, begging for his cock's return. Thrusting to the hilt, he loosed himself, his balls drawing up as the dragon's approval painted them white, puddling below as every drop of his seed fired deep into desperate depths.

"Fuck." Taking a deep breath that puffed smoke from his nostrils as he wiggled his hips to smear Hask's manhood within his well-seeded depths, Raghan licked the trail of drool from his muzzle. "If you tire of Omeg's bravado, there's always a place for you in my bed." Looking backward with a smirk, he rested his head on folded arms before continuing. "Though I think you may need to bathe first- you smell like you've been lost in the forest for weeks and fucked every creature you could find."

Too exhausted to retort, Hask softly slapped the dragon's upturned rump, sagging against him as that slippery inner sanctum clenched in protest. A bath sounded like heaven.