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Nerai shuffled his feet, his maw pulled into a tight-lipped frown. His half-lidded eyes worriedly traced along his newfound outfit in the mirror. Sterile white lighting shone from above onto the clean linoleum floor, the scent of freshly washed fabric hanging in the still air.

"I'm really embarrassed," Nerai whimpered. "I don't know if these clothes are... me. Not like I really know who I am, anyways."

Kazimir chuckled from outside the changing room. They leaned nonchalantly against the wall, tapping their hoof on the floor. "Well, hun... if you want, I can take a peek at you," they said. "I'm sure you look great. But you could still use a feminine eye for fashion."

Nerai whined, his thick tail swishing against the linoleum. He pouted, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that..." Kazimir then paused, smacking their lips. "When we first met, you weren't quite... fashionably inclined. That's all, honey. But I'm always here to help."

The dragon huffed in response, crossed his arms. He said, "Fine. You can come in. Just... don't make fun of me, okay? This is my first time presenting femme. I need real feedback."

"Of course, dear," Kazimir cooed. The goat demon then pulled the curtain aside and stepped into the tiny changing room, their broad hips catching on the doorway. Their slitted pupils then stared lovingly at the dragon below.

Kazimir couldn't help but cover their maw as they cooed at Nerai. "Awww! You're so cute, honey!" they blurted. "You look so _wonderful_in that dress!"

"Really?" Nerai asked, eyeing himself in the mirror. "It just feels so... I don't know. Foreign. Weird, I guess. It's always something I've wanted to wear, but..."

Kazimir patted his head, rubbed the dragon's fleshy ears. "Well, you have an excuse to dress however you'd like now," they said. "Your mortal coil is finally fading. I'm so excited for you, honey."

Nerai frowned. Bittersweet feelings mingled in his chest as he stared at his violet scales. It had been about a year now since he had forsaken his humanity in favor of demonhood. Truthfully, it seemed longer. As if his entire life has been spent under a red-hot dome of hellrock.

He slowly ran his lavender palm over his abdomen, his hips. It had taken a long time, but Nerai's body was finally starting to catch up with his status as a demon. His pain receptors had begun to dull; his hair grew slower; his bodily processes took twice as long. But, perhaps best of all, his body had slowly adjusted in accordance with his mind. His hips had ballooned in size, now jutting from his thin abdomen and culminating in a thick, plump ass. His arms grew chubbier, his thighs plush and soft. Hell, he'd even lost a couple inches off of his height...

All that to say, Nerai was suddenly drawn to dresses, earrings, lipstick. All of the desires he'd hidden away suddenly gushed forward. A pair of golden rings hung from his thin draconic ears. Black lipstick grazed his thick lips. Mascara framed his eyes, complimenting the simple dark dress which draped over his newfound curves.

"A-are you sure I look good in this?" Nerai asked. "It's really tight around my... um... hips. I think I look a little slutty."

"Of course!" Kazimir said. "Honey, you look amazing. And wonderfully slutty."

Nerai frowned, picked at his lip. "Okay," he said. "I just don't feel confident yet, I guess."

"Mmm." Kazimir placed their paws on Nerai's shoulders, hovered above as Nerai's eyes flitted over his reflection.

"Baby... as a demon, your body automatically adjusts to your deepest desires. Which means... you've always wanted to look like this," they said.

"I-I guess."

"What I'm trying to say," Kazimir continued, "is that I've always thought you were beautiful. And if this is your truest form, you deserve to be happy in it. I'll never think any less of you."

Nerai smiled, grasped Kazimir's paws. "Th-thank you," he said. "So much. Um, I... think I'll try wearing this dress out tonight."

"Really?" Kazimir asked. "There's no pressure, hun."

"No," Nerai argued. "You said this is the real me, right? Then I should show it. Even if it's... in public."

Kazimir ruffled Nerai's hair once more, planted a kiss on his head. They said, "Good boy. I'm so proud of you, baby."

"Thank you," Nerai responded. "Thank you so much."

The dim amber lamps of the bar shone hazily onto Nerai's flesh, glinting off the sudsy surface of his beer. Droplets of moisture dripped from the glass's sides onto the glossy countertop and smudged under a bent coaster.

"Is this really the best way to meet someone?" Nerai asked. "I feel kinda weird. Like prey, almost."

Kazimir nodded enthusiastically, pounding back an entire glass of absinthe. They then smacked their lips, burped, and said, "Yes, hun. Many demons come to the Devil's Triangle to get laid. You're hardly alone."

"And they won't mind that my wife is here with me?" Nerai asked. "That's not... weird? I mean, I get that this is Hell and all, but..."

Kazimir giggled, placed their glass back on the bar top. They said, "Honey, it's fine. Most people become polyamorous in the afterlife. Eternity is far too long to spend with only one sexual partner, after all."

Nerai nodded, fixated his gaze on the nearby bartender. He watched as multicolored slushes danced in the woman's deft hands.

"Even if my wife wants to film our encounter?" Nerai asked. "Will people be okay with that?"

"Of course!" Kazimir said, and waved their hand nonchalantly. "I am a budding director. People should be honored to fuck my lovely husband while I film." They then cracked their knuckles, leaned casually on the counter. "But of course," they added, "I'm not going to do your flirting for you. You need to find your own target."

"I-I know that!" Nerai stammered. "I just haven't found anyone... worthy... yet." He then glanced at his drink, eyeing its dwindling foam. "I also haven't drank enough. I need to be drunk for this."

Kazimir shrugged, watching as the bartender approached the pair and filled the goat's glass with a fresh pour. Liquid danced within the hefty mug.

"Take your time, baby," Kazimir said. "Just don't try and outdrink me. You'll lose."

"Outdrink you?" Nerai teased, a smirk on his face. "I don't think anyone could outdrink you. It's impossible."

"I doubt that," Kazimir said. "I'm just a simple goat who loves absinthe."

Nerai's face scrunched. "Doesn't absinthe, uh... make you hallucinate?" he asked.

Kazimir nodded. "Yeah. It does."

"And you... like that?"

Kazimir smiled and replied, "You'll understand the appeal when you're a few centuries older, sweetie."

Nerai couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, sure," he said. He then took a sip from his glass, begrudgingly swallowed the bitter beer. "I've always thought alcohol tasted gross," he mumbled. "I don't understand how anyone could like the stuff."

Nerai then paused, idly tapped on the table. He quietly surveyed the bar in search of a target, but everyone in sight seemed preoccupied - either accompanied by partners, or watching a nearby television, or playing pool.

"How do I tell if someone here wants... sex?" Nerai asked. "There isn't some code I'm not aware of, right? Like a handkerchief?"

"There is no code," Kazimir replied. "But demons tend to come here alone if they want sex. Just try buying someone a drink, dear. The rest will follow."

Nerai gulped and responded, "Um, okay. I can try that. I just need to find someone who's alone, then."

"If you need some help, I can always ask Francis to find someone," Kazimir said. "He should be around tonight. And he knows all the regulars."

"N-no!" Nerai replied, then cleared his throat. "I mean, sorry, no. I wanna do this on my own, yaknow? I wanna do my own flirting -"

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

Nerai's gaze flitted beyond the countertop, landing squarely on the canine bartender. She stood tall, cradling another fizzing mug in her paws. A tight white button-down barely hid her buxom chest.

"Someone here has bought you a drink," the bartender said, and motioned with a tip of her head. "The nice buck over there."

Nerai's cheeks reddened, his eyes widened. "Me? Are you sure about that?" he asked.

"Yeah," the bartender replied, and pointed disinterestedly across the bar. "See him?"

Nerai followed the girl's finger, only for his gaze to land on a thin stag a few seats away. A timid smile stretched across the buck's face as he waved in Nerai's direction. His arms were sinewed and stringy, his fingers and face smudged with soot from a day's work.

"Th-thank you," Nerai sputtered, and waved the bartender away. He then looked at Kazimir, panic rising to his face.

"Oh my god," he said. "This can't be happening."

Kazimir frowned, glancing over their shoulder. "What?" they asked. "Where is he? Is he ugly?"

"No, that isn't it," Nerai said, head in his hands. "It's that guy... the um, deer guy... who I set on fire that one time. I can't believe this is happening..."

"Mmmm." Kazimir then took a deep breath, gulped from their mug, and set it back down. "Now, is he the one from the training grounds?" they asked.

"Yes."

"The one you accidentally hypnotized into fucking you?"

"Yes."

"In public?"

"...Yes."

Kazimir slowly nodded, sighed. "Well, this is certainly a pickle," they said.

Nerai whined, nervously bouncing his knee. "Do you... do you think he recognizes me?" he asked. "I look so different now. He must've mistaken me for someone else."

"Maybe you should go and ask him," Kazimir suggested. "Yaknow, actually do some flirting."

"Th-that's easy for you to say!" Nerai sputtered. "You're powerful and sexy and a goddess! I'm just a scrawny little apprentice. That dude could devour me."

Kazimir raised an eyebrow, laid a hand on Nerai's arm. "Hun," they said. "Look at me." And Nerai shakily met their gaze.

"Believe it or not, you're every inch the goddess that I am," Kazimir cooed. "I'll even walk over there with you if you need me. But... I think you should go talk to him. If only to explain yourself."

Nerai gulped. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. "Really?" he asked.

"Of course. I'll make sure you're safe."

The dragon then nodded, stood from his barstool, and grasped his glass. "Alright," he said, attempting to psych himself up. "Alright, I'm gonna go over. I'm gonna be brave. Can you just stay here and watch for now?"

Kazimir nodded. They said, "Alright, baby. I'll be watching."

"Right. Thank you." Nerai then took a deep breath and began walking over to the eager stag. The trip only took a few moments, yet felt excruciatingly long. The dragon's chest fluttered, his mouth was dry. He gulped as he then reached the confident buck.

"This seat taken?" Nerai asked, pointing to an empty stool by the man's side.

The deer nodded, motioned toward the bartop. "No, of course not," he said. "I'm glad you accepted my invitation. You look cute."

"Thank you," Nerai replied, and scooted up to the bar. He then cleared his throat and asked, "So, uh... do you remember me?"

The buck glanced away, stirred his glass. "Yeah, vaguely," he admitted. "You caught my sleeve on fire at the training grounds, right?"

Nerai replied, "Yeah, I did."

"And then you hypnotized and throatfucked me."

The dragon waved his hands, as if declaring surrender. His voice cracked. "N-no! Well, yes. But I swear I didn't mean to! I didn't even know I had the power of persuasion back then. I thought you were just really into me."

"Mmm." The buck hummed. He then asked, "Power of persuasion... how does that work?"

Nerai laughed nervously and replied, "Um... well, if I order someone to do something, and if a part of them wants to do it... that part takes over." He then sighed, wiped his forehead. "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to... you know, take away your consent. I genuinely had no idea I was using my powers at all."

The buck was silent for a moment, took a sip from his drink. He then released a quiet chuckle and met Nerai's gaze.

"You're fine," he said. "To be honest, I enjoyed it. That whole experience was insane, and I got a proper tongue lashing from my mentor afterward... but I wouldn't trade it away."

Nerai sighed in relief, nodded. "Good," he said. "Then... how about we redo the whole... meeting thing? Yaknow, like normal people do?"

"We're not normal people, but sure," the deer said. He then leaned casually on the bar top and stuck his hand out. "My name is Tomas," he said. "And what's your name, beautiful boy?"

"Nerai," the dragon replied. "Yeah, I've, uh, changed a little since we last met. My mortal coil is fading now, so I'm a little curvier than when you saw me last."

Tomas giggled, pointed at Nerai's plush hips. He teased, "I should say so! You look adorable in that dress."

"Th-thank you." Nerai then looked askance, attempting to gather his wits. "Uh, are you still studying... fire?"

Tomas perked up, took a sip from his mug. "No, no," he said. "That was only my beginner's curriculum. I'm actually specializing in electricity now. It's kinda my... natural talent. Like you with persuasion."

"Oh, wow." Nerai tilted his head, swinging his legs below the countertop. He could feel his anxiety gradually melting away. "I've never heard of a demon with electrical powers before."

"Well, my antlers act as thunder rods," Tomas explained. "I don't know how a soul chooses which powers you get, but apparently mine decided that I'm a living battery."

Nerai mustered a nervous giggle, flashing a toothy grin at the buck. His dark dreadlocks bobbed playfully across his wide shoulders. "Yes, well, I think you're quite the cute battery, Tomas."

Tomas mustered a tired smile in return. "Tell that to my teacher," he said. "He's a real hardass. I feel like I'm being pushed to my limits most of the time."

"Really?" Nerai asked. "My mistresses are very...um... relaxed with training."

"Mistresses?" Tomas echoed.

"Y-yeah."

Tomas's brow furrowed. He asked, "Are you... are you fucking your mentors?"

"W-well. More than fucking," Nerai admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "All three of us are dating, actually."

"Dating?" Tomas echoed. "Oh my lord. You're dating both of them? And one of them is Niya of Beit Jala, right?"

"Yeah," Nerai replied. "I didn't realize you knew Niya."

Tomas held his head in his hands, laughing exhaustedly. "Of course I do!" he said. "That demon used to visit the training grounds all the time! And beat the absolute shit out of us apprentices." He then took a sip from his drink, staring down at the table. "They were an amazing teacher, though. They taught me how to fight."

"That, uh, sounds like them, yeah."

"I can't believe you're dating them!" Tomas repeated. "Jesus, that's why they've been so absent lately."

Nerai shrugged and said, "I guess. I usually just train with them a couple days a week, though. You know, like... going on expeditions, or using training dummies. It doesn't seem nearly as formal as what you do." The dragon then cleared his throat and added, "You know... Kazimir is actually across the bar. My other wife."

"They...are?" Tomas asked. "Are you looking to...?"

Nerai huffed, his cheeks turning red. "Look," he said. "I'm... I'm actually here tonight because Kazimir thought it would be good to... I dunno... get used to my new body. Yaknow, do some flirting, maybe go home with someone." He laughed. "That all sounds silly now that I say it out loud."

Tomas shrugged. "I don't think it's that weird," he said. "And, well... if you're looking to get laid, so am I."

Breath caught in Nerai's throat. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage. "G-good," he said. "I, uh, do kinda want to have another go at you... yaknow, to make up for last time."

"I agree," Tomas said. "Your place?"

Nerai nodded. "That would be good," he said. "And, um... do you mind if Kazimir... films us?"

The buck nearly spit out his drink. "What?" he asked. "Really?"

Nerai waved his hands and replied, "They don't have to! It's just, well, they've been trying out new hobbies recently. And, uh, they were really into dishwashing for a month, and now it's amateur porn..."

"You're joking."

Nerai gave an embarrassed smile and replied, "I wish I were."

Tomas inhaled deeply, tapped his finger on the table. He eventually said, "Fine. But promise me my mentor will never see this tape. He would kill me."

"I promise," Nerai responded, and flashed a quick wink. "Your secret is safe with us."

"Damn, your place is nice," Tomas said. His voice echoed off of the thick drywall, his hooves clacking upward along the wooden stairs. "Niya's not here right now, are they?"

Nerai shook his head, following close behind. "No," he said. "They're off meeting with the Council."

"What a bigwig," Tomas said. "Do you know what they're meeting about?"

Kazimir's weight made the floorboards creak. "They're checking in on Nerai's progress," the goat explained, lugging their camera equipment upstairs. "The Council is keeping a special eye on him."

Tomas scrunched his nose as he reached the second floor. "A special... eye? Are you on probation or something?" he asked.

"No, no," Kazimir said. They then stepped in front of the pair and opened the door to their bedroom. "Nerai is a dragon. As such, he is afforded special... status. His powers develop a little faster than other people. The Council just wants to check in with him." The goat then began to set up their camera next to the bed.

Tomas entered the room, scoffed at the notion. "Wait, so you're in the gifted program for demons?" Tomas asked. "That's... wow. I had no clue."

Nerai simply shrugged, nonchalantly pulling his one-piece dress over his snout. "Well, that's not exactly it... I just get some special attention, that's all. I think they just want to make sure I don't do anything stupid with my powers. It's not exactly enviable."

"Oh." Tomas then unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes glued to Nerai's freshly revealed body. Damn, the boy wasn't lying - Nerai's entire lower half has ballooned in size since their last encounter. Violet stretch marks lined his thick lavender thighs, between which nestled his uncut draconic cock.

"You look... amazing," Tomas said. "I can't believe you've filled out so well, damn."

Nerai giggled, covering his maw. "Th-thank you. I'm still getting used to being so... big," he said. "I'm happy about it, but it still feels weird... if that makes sense."

Tomas approached the dragon, taking Nerai's thick hips in his palms. "Of course it does," Tomas replied. "My body is starting to change, too."

"Really?" Nerai asked, and glanced at the buck's chest. Alas, the boy was right - Tomas was more muscular than Nerai remembered. His pecs laid rocky, defined. His once knobby shoulders were now covered in thick tendons, the muscles on his arms bulging with every clench of his paws.

Tomas giggled at Nerai's sudden blush, pulling the boy in for a quick kiss. The buck's muzzle then hovered only an inch away from Nerai's as he said, "Just as you've gotten curvier, I've gotten stronger. I'll show it to you, if you'd like."

"Yes please," Nerai choked. "I would love that."

Tomas then flashed a devilish grin. "Okay," he said. "Hold on." And in only a moment, the buck had knelt down and grasped Nerai's soft ass, handily slinging the dragon over his shoulder with a soft grunt. Nerai's tail wagged excitedly against Tomas's chest.

"H-hey!" Nerai yelled, giddy laughter pouring from his mouth. "Be careful with me! I'm fragile!"

Tomas replied, "Oh, okay. I guess I'll just set you down, then."

"Wha -"

The buck then dropped Nerai onto the bed, the dragon's ass visibly jiggling due to the impact. Tomas then climbed on after him, crawling over Nerai's prone body and straddling the vulnerable boy. Tomas's ravenous gaze bored into the dragon's skull. Nerai gulped at the sight.

"H-hey, Kazmir? Are you ready with the camera?" Nerai called.

"Almost... alright, yeah, I'm ready," Kazimir said. Their chubby arms adjusted the camera's lens, clicked a few buttons, and a red light appeared on the machine's front. They then announced, "Alright, you two. I'm recording - go for it."

Tomas smirked, hot breath falling from his maw. "I don't need to be told twice," he said, and lowered himself over Nerai. Once more the pair's maws entwined, allowing the buck to slip his tongue into Nerai's warm orifice. He swabbed Nerai's sharp fangs, their lips engaging in an intricate, lustful dance.

The buck remained in awe of how different Nerai had become. The boy's lips were plumper, his tongue wider and oozing with smoke-tinged saliva. Even as Tomas laid his hands on Nerai's arms, holding the boy down, he noticed a distinct _give_in Nerai's scales which wasn't there before.

"Your scales are wonderfully plush," Tomas hissed, his eyes narrowed. "It makes me even more eager to ruin you."

Nerai grinned awkwardly, attempting to muster a sexy response. He finally sputtered, "Well, I'm ready to be, uh... ruined."

A brief pause as Tomas looked away for a moment, scoffed. It was difficult not to break character in the face of such a massive dork.

Tomas then regained his senses and lowered himself further, rubbing his palms over Nerai's supple chest. The slightest touch had already caused the dragon's indigo nipples to harden. Nerai's package twitched under the buck's weight, his thighs squirming as he fruitlessly humped Tomas's leg.

"Go on, cutie," Tomas growled. "You can grind on me. That is, as long as you let me use your new body, hm?"

"O-okay," Nerai whimpered, his chest fluttering under Tomas's weight.

In truth, Nerai wasn't used to being predated like this by another man. And yet, now that he was utterly at Tomas's disposal, he _loved_it.. He felt viscerally trapped, helpless, _desired._The dragon savored the sweat-tinged musk of Tomas's fur, his warm breath, his soft groans. His gaze then meandered downward to the buck's hefty package - a furry caramel-colored sheath and a pair of heavy, soft testicles. The tip of his pink cervine cock eagerly frotted Nerai's groin.

Nerai anxiously chuckled, surprised at the deer's length. "God, even your dick has gotten bigger, huh?" he teased.

Tomas recoiled for a moment, then regained his composure. "Yes, it has," he said. "I suppose this is my ideal form, haha."

"Well, I like it," Nerai replied. "A lot, actually."

Tomas cracked a smile at Nerai's flattery, then leaned into the crick of his neck. His lips grazed the feminine dragon's jugular, sharp incisors tracing along his windpipe.

"One bite and you're dead," Tomas teased. His breath washed over Nerai's throat. "But something tells me the danger turns you on."

Nerai could feel his cock flare against Tomas's, his hips bucking forward and spilling precum between their eager bodies. He replied, "Y-yeah. But I'm too cute to kill, haha. And besides, my bodyguard is directing."

"Pfffft. Sure," Tomas said. He then suctioned his lips against Nerai's soft flesh, pulling gently with his clenched teeth. Nerai writhed in pain, bucking uselessly like prey caught in a predator's jaw.

"F-fuck!" Nerai gasped. "Aah!"

Tomas wrapped his large paws around Nerai's biceps, holding the dragon still as he continued to bruise the pathetic boy's flesh. Satisfied, he then pulled away, observing the blood red welt he'd left on Nerai's scales. The buck's hips gyrated steadily against Nerai's twitching groin.

"Don't move so much," Tomas growled. "You want me to mark you up, don't you?"

"I-I can't help it!" Nerai whined. "It hurts so good, yaknow?"

Tomas flashed a predatory smirk and said, "I can tell. Your dick is really wet right now. It's cute."

Nerai whimpered, looking askance. "Then why don't you give me another hickey, almighty predator?" he mocked.

Tomas replied, "Of course." He then leaned forward once more, sinking his teeth into Nerai's throat with no hesitation. He could faintly taste the dragon's metallic ichor, that familiar warmth as it trickled from Nerai's wound and coated Tomas's teeth. Nerai wailed mindlessly in pain, his claws digging desperate ravines across Tomas's bare back.

"Good boy," Tomas cooed. "I like it when you have some fight in you."

Nerai's chest heaved, his eyes swimming backward. "W-well, I don't wanna go down without a fight," he quipped. Damn, he couldn't help but slur his words a bit. He could feel himself sinking into subspace, that intangible, tingly place. The complete and utter surrender of control; it was liberating.

"Would you feel comfortable referring to me as your master?" Tomas asked.

Nerai nodded, his tongue nearly lolling from his mouth. "Yes, please."

"Yes please... what?"

"Yes please, master."

Tomas smirked. "Much better," he said, and lightly traced his palm along Nerai's abdomen. "Now... where does my pretty dragon want to be touched next? Maybe on his round hips?"

"I-I... um..."

"Oh, or maybe his thighs," Tomas teased, and tenderly gripped the inside of his legs. "They're so soft, after all. I think every inch of your flesh deserves some attention, hm?"

Nerai gulped, his voice breathy as it poured forth. "I-I want you to touch my clit. Please, master," he begged.

"Your clit?" Tomas echoed, pressing his girthy cock against Nerai's. Precum dripped from Tomas's member onto Nerai's stomach. "And here I thought you were satisfied with frotting me for a moment more."

The dragon writhed at the sudden pressure. He could feel Tomas's heartbeat through his cherry-red flesh, pulsating against Nerai's vulnerable belly.

"It feels amazing, but... could you use your mouth instead, master?" Nerai asked. "I want to feel you... inside."

Tomas rolled his eyes, straddled Nerai's thighs. "I'll do you one better," he said, and took Nerai's dick in his grasp. He then lifted himself to his knees, hovering the dragon's cock below his entrance.

"How'd you like your master to ride you?" Tomas asked.

"P-please!"

Tomas tilted his head, a scowl rising across his maw. "Then beg," he ordered, and stroked gently along Nerai's quivering length. "Tell me how much you need it."

Nerai whined, thrusting his pelvis forward. His balls churned, his mind swimming in a lustful fog. His jaw refused to move.

"C'mon, boy. You can talk, can't you?"

A strained moan rose from Nerai's chest, his lips struggling to form the right shape. He breathed, "Please ride me, m-master. I want to be inside you."

"How much?" Tomas asked, gripping the boy's penis. "How much do you need it, hm?"

"More than anything!" Nerai exclaimed. "Please, I'll do anything..."

The buck then smiled, sighed in satisfaction. "Good boy," he cooed. "Fine, then. You've earned the right to cum inside your master. Don't waste it, now."

Tomas then pressed Nerai's quivering glans against his pucker, savoring the sudden pressure. He let loose a little gasp, his cervine tail flitting above his muscled ass.

"Fuck, you're eager," Tomas said. "You're flaring so much... I can hardly fit you."

Nerai replied, "I can't help it." His thick tail swished along the bedsheets, his toes curled. "I'm just so excited."

Tomas chuckled at the boy's earnest enthusiasm. "Good boy," he cooed. "You'll make a good little toy for me."

The buck then slid himself steadily onto Nerai's cock, biting his lip as it entered him for the first time. Nerai's glans quivered and flared against Tomas's prostate. Precum dribbled from the buck's dick onto Nerai's smooth stomach.

"There we go," Tomas breathed, placing his palms on Nerai's chest. "Does that feel good, baby?"

Nerai's hips gyrated mindlessly against Tomas's ass, his tongue spilling from his mouth in absent bliss. "It feels amazing, master. P-please don't stop," he said.

Tomas's expression then softened, his pace slowed, as he gazed at Nerai's face. Frankly, Tomas was having a hard time dominating Nerai - the boy was just too sweet to tease. There was a certain innocence in Nerai's eyes, a desire for intimacy which Tomas couldn't ignore. The buck found himself filled with the earnest desire to pleasure the dorky dragon, to feel Nerai's thick cock fill him up.

"Good boy," Tomas growled, lowering himself tenderly onto Nerai's throbbing cock. "You feel amazing inside me, honey. That's it. You're doing great."

Nerai's breathing quickened, he gripped Tomas's thighs. The dragon had lost any semblance of control; try as he may, he was powerless to remove himself from the buck's pucker. That helplessness embraced him, made his chest flutter, his lower half melt. All he could do was thrust himself mindlessly against Tomas's warm insides, filling his master with his love.

"C-can I cum?" Nerai sputtered, a moan exploding from his maw. "Please, please let me cum, master."

Tomas tilted his head, hastening his pace. He slapped his ass down onto Nerai's groin again and again, massaging the pathetic boy's glans against his walls, his chest heaving.

"Of course you can cum," Tomas cooed. "You've been such a good boy for me, honey. Go on. You deserve it, sweet thing."

Nerai groaned, desperately humping Tomas's backside. He couldn't stop; it felt as if he were divorced from his body, reduced to nothing but a toy for his master. His vision was fuzzy, his body convulsed, his back arched. Orgasmic pleasure radiated from his groin and overtook his fragile mind.

"M-master, I'm cumming!" Nerai moaned. And the dragon plunged himself deeply inside of Tomas, flaring against the buck's prostate before filling him with load after load of sticky, hot cum. Seed dripped from Tomas's pucker onto Nerai's tingling groin, still shaking with residual post-orgasmic bliss. Pathetic groans fell from Nerai's maw as he then collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted.

"Th-thank you, master," Nerai whined. "Thank you so much."

Tomas smirked, ran his palm gently along Nerai's face. "The pleasure was all mine," he cooed. "You're beautiful, Nerai. You should know it."

Nerai groaned tiredly in response. He looked askance, blushing uncontrollably and emptying the last of his seed inside the buck's ass. "You're too nice, aaaaaaah."

"Only because you deserve it," Tomas replied, and planted a tender kiss on the dragon's lips. And as their maws then separated for the final time, a click unexpectedly sounded from across the room - Kazimir, standing behind their camera.

"Aaaaand... cut!" Kazimir exclaimed, fiddling with the machine as the record light faded. "You two were amazing! God, this is gonna sell well." They then peeked from behind the setup and added, "Thank you for treating him so well, Tomas. Nerai really needed this."

"Of course," Tomas responded, pleasantly surprised at Kazimir's enthusiasm. "Anytime. Now, uh... can I get a towel?