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"Dragon Me Up"

It was the middle of the morning; the sun had come up, and was stretching shadows all across the small village that August had just discovered late the night before. It was well past midnight when he'd come across it in the middle of a torrential downpour, he'd nearly forgotten to put on his disguise as he approached the tavern door. He knew in this part of the world that there was little regard or love for the Dragonborn, and he felt his rusty, scaled exterior would have denied him a safe place to sleep for the night. He'd awakened and had almost forgotten it as he rolled out of his bed and landed with a thundering crash onto the floor.

"AHH! Fuck!" He growled loudly as he clutched his arm and hissed in frustration.

"Mister August?" The muffled sound of the innkeeper could be heard, following loud, running steps up the stairs.

August had never enjoyed the concept of sleeping in clothing, the massive, muscular dragonborn stood up in a rush and nearly panicked as the door's handle jiggled to open. Thinking quickly, he barred it with his shoulder; another mistake as the shock of pain rushed through his body. "I-I'm all right." He said with a stutter. Still the handle continued to turn and the door shook as the rather large man, as August remembered was on the other side tried to push the door open.

"I insist on checking on all of my guests, sir. Please open up."

He wasn't sure if the innkeep was simply curious or genuinely concerned, or if he was suspicious of this random stranger who turned up in the middle of the night starting to cause trouble, but one thing was for sure, the man was insisting on coming in. The dragon quickly clutched the pendant dangling between his pectorals and snapped it off the chain, he closed his eyes and recalled his favored humanoid form:

A short dwarven man, tan skin. Dark eyes and long, brown hair that fell to his shoulders with a rather distinctive curl dangling down over his forehead. A goatee swirling round his lips leaving a point directly at the center of his chin. His body was more wiry than his dragon form, but still quite well muscled and covered by a rather generous amount of body hair. He barely had time to grab a bed sheet and drape it over himself by the time the door burst open revealing the massive man who ran the inn, his auburn eyes glaring at him through a tangled mess of blond hair which had obviously not been washed yet this early in the day. He paused for a moment, then his face turned a striking shade of red.

"OH! S-so...so sorry sir I..."

"Do you think it not rude to barge in on a man trying to get some sleep?" He touted sternly at the man. "What kind of inn do you run here, sir?"

"The very --the very best in the province." The innkeeper replied, unconvincingly. "I am so very sorry for the intrusion, it just s-sounded as if someone had been hurt."

"I think if I were hurt I would have said something."

"Yes sir...sorry sir. Please forgive me."

August simply let a sigh slip through his lips, a soft growl at the back of his throat nearly made the man's eyes fall out of his head. "Please, I hope you'll accept another night, free of charge on me." The human-shaped dragonborn simply crossed his arms in frustration. "A-and a free meal! Please...!"

"Alright. Alright." August relented and shook his head. "But I do hope there will be no further interruptions or intrusions while I stay here?"

"You have my word." The man delivered a hasty salute, slamming his fist on his chest and wincing with how unexpectedly hard he had just struck himself.

"Fine then. Leave me." August replied, dropping the cover of his sheet and turning from the man. Hearing the man gasp in shock behind his back, August couldn't help but smirk as he scrambled to his feet, running bodily out the door. He closed the door and turned to his satchel hanging from the bed that contained his clothes.

Dragonborn clothing had the ability to change and adapt to glamours like the one he used to appear human. He pulled on a pair of offwhite trousers, his belt which held onto leathers that drooped down over his front and back. He put on his leather jerkin and his dark boots; all of which had automatically adjusted to his size and build as he put them on. Soon, he was dressed and he slung the pack over his shoulder before reopening the door and heading out into the tavern. As he made his way downstairs, August looked at the innkeeper, who was at the time serving drinks from the bar. The man looked up at him, then quickly ducked his head down again, clearly ignoring the man heading out.

There was a purpose to August's journey, a friend of his that he'd lost contact with several years ago and had only recently uncovered clues to his whereabouts. He wasn't sure where the man lived, but knew that he would be in hiding. After their falling out, he had headed west. August wasn't sure where, but he had to find out. He glanced up; having realized he had traveled a good quarter mile in just a few minutes. He stopped, spotting a woman in a dark gray dress standing at the side of the adjoining road.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I wonder if you could help me? I'm looking for a man, a close acquaintance of mine. Older fellow, takes up Bookkeeping by trade."

"Bookkeeper?" The woman repeated, eyeing the man conspicuously. "You cannot mean old Willoughby! Oh what a cad, you know he took advantage of me around the winter months last year? Oh! The scandal it caused! And don't you think I enjoyed it either, I am a lady and I should not be treated in such a manner..."

"I wasn't implying--"

The woman shooed him with a wave of her hand, and August saw no choice but to continue on his way. "If you're looking for him, he should have a shop near the mines, if you can't find him, I am sure one of them can direct you. But don't say that I didn't at least point you in the right direction."

"I think a frog would be more useful..." August replied under his breath. He continued onward.

The sun was bearing down as the hour approached high noon, August stopped at the shadow of a house and stood next to the wall to protect himself from the sunlight and he wiped his brow. As he made his way across the following street, August encountered a graveyard which happened to lie just across from the mines; he could see the billows of working smoke just beyond and he thought to make his way across the small stone-laden yard to make up a little time. It was a nice little spot, even for a cemetery; and as the leaves of trees began to rustle and move in the stronger winds, August paused to look around.

"OOF! Sorry!" A man grunted, nearly knocking the dwarf-shaped dragon to the ground.

As August looked at the man; his glare softened instantly, recognizing him despite his more 'refined' stature. The graying whiskers and balding top of his head being a dead giveaway as the man scrambled for a finely brimmed hat that had dropped off his head. "Wil?" He couldn't help but utter.

"The name's Willoughby." The man replied gruffly. "No one's called me "Wil" in decades." He paused and stared at the man. "I'm afraid I don't know you, sir...do I?"

"OH ah..." August coughed, clearing his throat. The man had never seen him in this form; in fact, the last time they met up was over fifteen years before, and his dwarven disguise was quite different. "Actually--"

The blue pools that made up Willoughby's eyes suddenly widened, almost glossed over by the sudden invasion of the afternoon's sunlight glistening off of them. "My...god..." He whispered. "August? Is--Is that you?" He stammered, staring at the shorter man intently.

August smiled softly, his nostrils flaring as the man recognized him. "Good to see you again... You're a hard man to track down."

Willoughby huffed and brushed himself off somewhat, straightening his hat as he did so. "Yes well, you have always been a hard man to lose." He said. "Going as a dwarf now I see? Get tired of wearing a human skin?"

August shook his head. "No, no. It's my current preferred form." He flexed his arms, revealing an impressive array of muscle underneath his rolled up sleeves, smiling as he watched the man observe him. "I like it, it's deceptively tough-as-nails. You know?"

The older man stared for a good thirty seconds before responding. "I'll say." He said with a chuckle. His chuckle was somewhat raspy, and as it shifted into a wheezing cough, August found himself startled as Wil worked to clear his airway out, spitting a collection of mucus onto the ground before catching his breath. "Sorry 'bout that." He said.

"Are...you ill?" August asked, looking at Wil with concern.

Willoughby simply smiled and shrugged. "Nah, I'm not much worse for wear." He said. "Guess it's just been a while since I've seen the need to laugh." He smiled, but his smile was somewhat frail and unconvincing. "Come on then, you can be a guest at my home, I was on my way there anyway."

"What about the mines? Do you not work that direction?"

"Son, I own my own shop." He said. "If I want to take a day off, I'll be damned if anyone'll convince me otherwise." He waved his hand. "Come, come."

Wil led August out of the graveyard and out into the street, the pair turned left and headed down the avenue. The sun was still broiling from overhead, but Wil didn't seem to notice this with the brimmed hat hanging over him. The pair headed down the main street for about a block before turning down an alley, and then another one. As August looked around, he realized that it could be pretty easy to get lost in a suburban maze like this one; he stuck to the human as hard as his little legs could carry him. Eventually, they came across a small house toward the end of a driveway, Wil had already gotten his hat off as he opened the flimsy back door and stepped into the house, August followed suit just after and into the cooler interior of the house. He was struck with an immediate sense of comfort as the air washed his hair back, giving him a sigh of relief.

"C'mon in. Don't mind the mess." Wil said from another room as August made his way toward the main living area. "I wasn't exactly expecting company." He chuckled.

"You--live here?"

"For now." Wil replied. "I was really thinking about retiring and spending my last years here. What do you think?"

August's heart skipped a beat for a moment as he looked at Willoughby. The man was already in his 70s by this time; the pair had met for the first time almost fifty years ago, had it actually been that long? The dragon could remember that wisp of a man who breezed into a tavern and indulged with him in an all-night bender. How age had caught up to him almost made him choke up with regret; and that first night... "It's...cozy." He admitted, looking around. "Been here a while?"

Wil shrugged. "About a year." He said. "Wondering if I should stay here or if I should find another town to travel to. You know how nomadic I was in my youth." He sighed as he lumbered back and seated himself in an armchair with a groan. "Those were the days..."

The man closed his eyes, and August frowned. "So this is your life now? A simple bookworm in some simple...backwoods town? Drifting from place to place with only your age as your company? Why when we were younger, there wasn't a mountain you wouldn't climb; a perilous adventure you wouldn't undertake just for the chance of danger. How could you simply...let your life slip through your fingers like this?"

"We aren't always as lucky as the Dragonborn." The man said sternly. "You may have the ability to disguise yourself as one of us mere mortals, but inevitably we follow the coil to our very end."

"Yes, but perhaps--"

"Would you remove your disguise for a bit?" Willoughby asked, interrupting August's lament. "It has been quite some time, my friend and I'd like to see you before I am gone."

August chuckled, unsure. "Oh come now. You have years left--"

"I'm dying, August." The man replied, prompting the words to fall flat.

"How...long?" The dragon replied. "Wh-what do you mean you're dying?"

"Mortal coil, mortality, that sort of thing." Wil scoffed. "The thing we've been talking about..." He had a sort of reassuring smile that he'd always had plastered on that stupid face of his. August didn't know whether to smack it off the man's cheeks or ignore it completely. "Come now, August. You knew this would happen eventually."

"No." The dragon stood abruptly, his motions so aggressive that it nearly shocked Wil from his chair. "I will not allow this to happen!"

The dragon suddenly shimmered as his beastly form emerged from the shape of his dwarven disguise; his body rising to over eight feet in height, powerful muscles popping from their respective locations on the dragon's chest, his arms, his legs and yet somehow his clothing remained in tact only tightening in some places where his muscle pressed into the fabric. He closed his eyes and felt his head's shape change; a pair of grand, curved horns emerged from the back of his head as a plate of horns suddenly formed in place of the hair on top of his head. The sensation was still rather new to him; August had only begun the use of his dwarven form some months ago, and the shift of over four feet in height as well as an expansion of three feet in muscle that broadened his body was a little overwhelming. As the tingling sensation began to subside, he shivered and opened his eyes to look at the dwarf. Those flaming bright, blue eyes Willoughby had been all to familiar with were now staring back at him, a mixed sensation of pity and sorrow emanating off August's transformed body made the human smile in response.

"There's the man I remember." He said with a soft laugh. "It is good to see you again, my friend."

"How long?"

The deepness of August's dragon voice mixed with the stern attitude of seriousness slowly faded the smile from Wil's face. He shrugged. "A few weeks, maybe a month or two. It is still up for debate." He sighed, letting the air slowly escape his nostrils before looking at the ebony and gold markings visible on the dragon's body. "Don't look so sad, it's a cause for celebration! You and I are reunited after over what has it been? Fifteen, sixteen years? We should drink a toast to remember the occasion!" He exclaimed as he hopped up to his feet and made his way across the parlor to a small pull out desk with a variety of cabinets hanging above. Opening one of the cabinets, he pulled out a bottle of an almost-black liquid.

Willoughby pulled the cap off the bottle, causing a soft pop to fill the room as he quickly swirled it under his nostrils. He poured it into two glasses; but the very visual would have made an ordinary man balk. The liquid was not entirely liquid and almost acted as a gel or a tar that poured into the glasses. After a few seconds, the liquid sloshed and turned to a normal looking alcohol, a very strong aroma filled the air, any normal man would be welling up with tears over it.

"Oh. This is...potent..." August claimed. "Even for a dragon this would put hair on my chest." He coughed lightly as the liquid then burned down his throat and into his chest, filling him with a heavy warmth. As he seated himself in a second chair nearby, Wil sat next to him to imbibe from his own armchair. "Where did you get this? It tastes like dragon's fire settling in my stomach."

The old man laughed and drank a surprisingly large sip from his glass. "Get to be my age and anything that helps jump the heart becomes a good, solid medicine." He looked at the dragon. "Why have you come, August?"

August slipped another sip of his drink into his mouth, hoping the slow burn on his throat would make it easier--it didn't. "I want to help you." He said. "My kind have ways of making mortals..." He frowned. "We have a way to help preserve those we care for, those not of our race when treated to a special spring can seemingly regain the years they've lost. Wounds heal, diseases vanish...I've looked for you for a long time, and only now I realize exactly how much it would mean to me if you would participate."

There was a rather pregnant pause; Willoughby took a sip from his glass and settled back into his chair. Nestling against the pillowtop of the cushion pressing against his back, he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, letting the buzz of his drink cause his mind to swim. His stillness alarmed August somewhat, who took a step toward him, but was thwarted from his worry by the man's words. "Why would you even care?" He asked, opening an eye to look at the dragon. "To your kind, I'm just a mortal that's reached the end of his best-by date. Why would any of them care?"

"They don't have to." August admitted. "It's only important that I care." He frowned. "Please, Wil. Don't let your stubborn pride prevent me from helping you."

"Stubborn pride?" Wil scoffed. Then he exhaled through his nose, contemplating again. "How far must we travel for this little adventure of yours?" He asked.

"I--" For once, August didn't have a snappy response.

Wil smiled slightly as the dragon tussled with the weight of August's response on his shoulders. He'd never known the dragon, especially this one...to hesitate. "What?" He asked.

August shook his head, clearly something on his mind, but he pushed it away to continue the subject: "Oh, not far. Half a day's travel, right up the mountain trail outside of town."

"Really? That close?"

The dragon shrugged. "If you don't mind a little hike, anything is within reach."

"It's a portal isn't it?"

August's smirk broadened somewhat. "Don't worry, it will be worth it."

The night spent in Willoughby's home was the most comfortable night's rest August had had in several moons; partly due to him not needing his disguise to pass in the public eye. The bed he was provided was much wider than he'd expected, and accommodated his large size quite nicely. The sounds of the village gradually faded away and introduced the sounds of nighttime insects around the quiet town, which slowly lulled the dragonborn into a gradual, deep sleep.

It was at some point in the middle of the night when a flash of lightning woke August from his sleep, he tried to avoid opening his eyes and instead turned onto his side, facing his back to the window. He opened his eyes and was almost alarmed to see Willoughby standing in the bedroom doorway. He was almost completely naked, his shirt and pants removed, and a generic pair of underwear was hugged tight to his skin. Wil looked at August with a gaze he was almost familiar with. He slowly rocked from one foot to the other with an uneasy stance, August lifted the blanket he was laying under a bit and looked at Wil, who recognized the invitation and made his way over to him, climbing onto the bed, his back pressed up against August's fiery warm torso. As August lowered the blanket he felt the man's breathing slow and Willoughby fell asleep moments later, snoring lightly into August's forearm. He was older, far older than August had expected, he wasn't the young, spry man he knew from years ago. A lifetime of regret in only fifteen years. As August closed his eyes as well, he knew that this was the right thing to do. Even after all of Wil's previous rejections...he had to give them a second chance. He inhaled and smelled a hint of cinnamon permeating the man's skin, almost as strong as the smell of fresh parchment; he really was a bookworm, wasn't he? August smiled as he drifted off...

The morning had barely begun as the pair finished their preparations for departure; August reacquired his dwarven form for the trip, while Willoughby pulled on a slim jacket over top of his dark shirt and matching trousers. He put on his traveling boots and met the dwarf-shaped dragon at his front doorstep. As he locked the door behind him, he followed August down the road:

"Sleep well?" August asked after a long silence between them.

Willoughby nodded and firmed his grip on the satchel slung over his shoulder. "Still don't know why you would travel this way for me."

"You are still my friend."

Willoughby stopped for a moment, prompting August to stop and look back at him. "Look at me, August. I'm an old man these days. We haven't adventured together in almost fifty years, we haven't even seen each other in a decade and a half. How can you be so sure of yourself?"

August laughed, took three steps back and gave the human a firm shove to his shoulders. "Because I have not changed, and I know deep down that you haven't either."

Wil grumbled a little bit as he kept walking, enjoying the warm feel of the dragon's smaller hand on the small of his back. He had to have changed...hadn't he? What was so special about him that this dragon would practically move heaven, earth and Baldur's Gate to be with him like this? His confusion waned slightly as they exited the town and headed up toward the trail leading up into the hills. He hadn't remembered a traveler's gate on this side of the mountain, but it had also been some time since he'd left the village. One could have been created in the last few years...

The sun had risen and was slowly climbing into the sky as Willoughby spotted the distinctive aura of the gate in the distance. "So, there is one here..." He said to himself as the soft purple glow grew in intensity.

"Did you doubt me?" August asked as he moved past Wil, not waiting for a reply as he placed his hand to the shimmering stone wall of the rock face, causing an arching portal to lurch out toward them and ripple into the sky. Before he could say anything more, Willoughby felt the dwarven hand grab his own and with a trembling ripple through the atmosphere, the environment around them suddenly shifted.

A blue glow greeted the pair as the materialized at their destination; the portal sealing up behind them, Willoughby realized that the two were in some dark cave now. The ceiling above their heads stretched up only about eight or nine feet, luminescent slime dripping from the top of the cavern had fallen over time, creating small streams of glowing blue and aquamarine light that provided an ample amount of illumination to see without the need for a torch or a spell. August had turned to his true form once again, he was surprised that he didn't even feel the dragon's hand grow in size as his was still clutched in its grasp. August smiled at the man and with his free left hand, he rolled his wrist and invoked a sparkling orb of light; and with a flick, sent it off effortlessly into the next corridor. The light exploded suddenly, creating a chain reaction that filled the entire chamber with a similar soft glow that was in their arrival chamber. The pair walked into the more open space, and Wil looked up to see a beautiful, starlit sky at the top of what looked like a volcanic shaft.

"Wh--how far have you brought me? It was the middle of the day just a moment ago."

"Oh, it still is." August replied. "It's just been enchanted to have the sky appear that way, personally, I prefer the night sky. But if you'd prefer I could make it daylight."

"No. No, it's beautiful." Wil said with admiration as he looked around the room.

The pools of luminescence seemed to coalesce here; beautiful shades of color swirling together before making their way throughout the floor of the chamber. It gave a soft light that was even better than torchlight, even better than the moon itself. They were alone here; that was certain, and the unmistakable sound of roaring water could be heard the further along Willoughby wandered. Until he reached the ledge of a small drop off, and looked down to see the source of the running water; a waterfall that came from the wall, pouring down over the area below and combining into a beautiful, colorful pool. He lowered himself to one knee and looked at it, feeling a rush of warmth from the spring as the heat rose from the pool and into his face. "Are you sure that something like this is--safe?" His voice nearly cracked as he looked back at the dragon, only to find him nearly completely naked. He'd stripped off his pants, his boots, his tunic and was only standing there in a slim clutch of fabric that barely left a thing to the imagination. His gloriously muscular body shadowed impressively in the lower lighting, casting shadows that made him actually appear larger than he actually was; if that were even possible. He swallowed nervously.

"Oh sure, I've been here a few times. The heat can be a little much at first, but your body grows used to it pretty fast, trust me." He held out a hand and Willoughby took it, letting the dragon guide him down the short natural staircase to the lower area where the basin was.

As Wil began to undress, he watched the dragon effortlessly step over the lip of the spring and into the tub. He groaned a sigh of relief and seated himself in the water, paddling backwards slightly until his back reached the wall behind him. The dragon was watching him as he stripped down to his skivvies, and set his clothing to the side. He had to partly straddle the frame of the tub and nearly rolled himself into it with a splash. Submerging for a moment, the heat was definitely intense but as he came back up, the cooler air of the cavern provided a strange balance that made the water much more tolerable. He too moved over to where August was, but seating himself on the ledge provided was a little too deep for him. August abruptly grabbed Wil by the waist. "C'mere..." He said, if nothing but slightly above a purr as he pulled the man onto his scaly, smooth lap. This allowed Willoughby to sit, but not drop too deep into the water. He rested back against the muscular figure and looked up toward the enchanted skylight above, watching the moon slowly reach an apex over the cave. He was so lost on it, he didn't realize that the dragon's arm had drawn him even closer. "Beautiful isn't it?"

Willoughby felt the dragon's tightened embrace and replied with "Mmhmm..." as he felt warm now all over.

"There are many reasons I brought you here, Wil." August said. "And you can tell me if you have a problem with any of it. You see, you have been a friend of mine for...heh...probably longer than most of my own family had been. You've been kind, and even gentle with my true nature. I've always considered you as close as kin as...as close as anyone. And I wanted to offer you a gift."

"What--sort of gift?"

August turned almost suddenly, resting Willoughby against the back of the tub, his body resting against the wall so he didn't immediately sink, the dragon's claws sliding along the human's back to help support him. "The ability to become one of my kind." He said almost whispering. "This place can help with that, you'll no longer be an elder human with a finite existence. You can live for years longer, ages longer. Your illness would no longer plague you, and more importantly, you can stay with me."

"You'd want that?" Wil asked.

August smiled and replied to the human with a kiss. As the dragon's lips touched Willoughby's, the man inhaled sharply in surprise, and then almost immediately returned the gesture. His arms wrapping around the dragon's neck, his hands gliding along the back of his scaled head as the pair deepened the kiss. It was an almost immediate sensation of warmth that flooded Willoughby's chest when they kissed that made him almost more buoyant and he almost slipped from August's grasp. His hands rested and clutched onto the other man's scalp, immediately aroused by the rugged sensation both at his fingertips and between his legs as he straddled the dragon's chest and stomach to keep close to him. August's slim dragon tongue slipped between the human's lips and entangled itself on Wil's tongue. The human's legs fell forward somewhat and he landed more on August's lap. After a moment, they broke this first kiss and both breathed heavily while looking into each other's eyes, their foreheads rested against one another. "Oh, very much..." August replied at last.

The pair kissed again, this time with more passion between them as Wil felt the dragon's talons slowly crawling up his back and feeling a very curious sensation; the chill of his skin slowly peeling back, he could feel something emerging from underneath it. He shifted slightly; it wasn't an uncomfortable sensation, but it was there and it was prominent. Slowly, August's claws made their way even higher, and up toward the human's hair. That cooling sensation followed the claws all the way up, and as they glided over his hair, he could feel every follicle on his head tingle as the dragon touched it. Still kissing him, August slowly dipped Willoughby lower, until the water touched his still tingling scalp. He released the man's tongue and smiled. "Just float for me..." He purred as the man slowly outstretched his arms and the dragon continued to glide his fingers over Wil's hair. He glanced over the man's exposed body and growled in enjoyment. "I think we'll keep your beard and body hair as they are...at least until you learn to control it and you can decide what to do with them."

"What do y--" Wil's words were cut off yet again by a kiss from the dragon. This time he was forced to hold his breath as their faces fully submerged into the water as August's hands slowly continued to brush through the human's thick locks, and before he realized it, he felt the hair begin to separate from the top of his head he could also feel it changing, much like his back it was growing in size and as the two emerged from the water again, Wil inhaled a sharp breath of air and could feel that something had changed there too.

This was driving Willoughby wild, his erection was so prominent that his underwear had about snapped off from the stress, and August obliged, slowly pulling back on the band until the tight fabric broke and was suddenly gone; somewhere in the pool with them. August wrapped his fingers round that thick meat under the water and slowly brought his claws to the head, and then back down again. Wil trembled, he could feel something happening there as well, and as he looked down, he could see that several parts of his skin had turned almost silver in color. The change was somewhat uneven, but then again so was August's exploration. August slowly hoisted the human's hips, allowing his cock to peek out from under the water and with a long, ravenous tongue, the dragon began to suck on the man's shaft. He started with the head, swirling his tongue around its thickness, and his lips slowly followed. Somehow moving his head down and continuing to twirl and untwirl the tongue around the meat seemed second nature to August, who moaned softly as he began to pleasure the human orally. Wil's body shook slightly again, and he could see a ripple under his skin that traveled up his abdomen, straight to his neck and he gasped. August's spare claw began to slide slowly over the muscles reforming on the man's stomach, his patchier, silver hair beginning to grow more vibrant at his touch, his body hair now growing darker on top of the newly re-forming muscle of his stomach and chest. Wil gasped and his head fell back for a moment as the ripples he could feel in his stomach were spreading all throughout his body. As his eyes made contact with a reflective surface, he could see that his face was already changing; growing longer in size, his head; once full of rich, thick human hair had grown bald, but a silver-colored scalp was in its place. He was no longer human and the incredible touch of the dragon still radiated heat and cold throughout his body even while his tight lips and skilled tongue poured over his member.

"Ohhhhh gods...August, you're going to make me--no, it's too soon..." Willoughby huffed, feeling his heart racing in his chest. He looked down and couldn't even recognize his own torso, it had grown mostly into a tarnished silver color and the muscle was still growing. He couldn't control his hips and despite his protests, he continued to hump at the dragon's wanting lips and inviting tongue. It unraveled faster and tightened again, it was impossible to fight it. He couldn't hold it back any longer and with a pained "GRAAAHHHH!!!" He felt his loads begin to jolt into August's maw. August's teeth gave the faintest hint of a smile and he clamped down tighter, being sure to catch every single drop from Wil's bursting loins. Willoughby could feel his hips popping and contorting, his legs growing larger and despite this, August never wavered. Not for a moment. Eventually, his tongue released Wil's still-throbbing cock, which now slapped wetly back onto his new stomach. But that wasn't the end of it; oh, no. In that moment, Wil realized that he could feel the dragon's thick cock now pushing against his prone back.

August wasn't speaking much, his eyes spoke a language all their own, and with a turn, Willoughby found himself now standing on his knees in the water. He'd grown in height during those minutes and now he could stand on his knees, his thick dragon ass above the surface of the water. He could feel the dragon's claws now again on his head, only this time they were coming back down, sending that sensation, that inexplicable warmth down his back and it was making him hard again. August's fingers reached Wil's backside and he separated the muscles, bringing his tongue delightfully to the cleft between the man's cheeks. His tongue somehow felt thicker and Wil shivered again as he felt it begin to explore the cleft. The warm tongue lapping at the water that was dripping from the wet ass as it pressed its limits to Wil's hole and then inside. Willoughby grunted and moaned at this, leaning himself into it wanting. It had been several years since he'd been with anyone, and didn't remember it feeling this good, this intense. Or maybe it was simply because this was August. Either way, it was enough to fully recharge, and his cock was now rigid and pushed against his belly once again.

The dragon exhaled lustfully and pressed his face against the new dragon's ass, using his tongue to heat up and loosen his hole. As it had been quite some time, he didn't know exactly how August would feel. But his wait wasn't very long as the other dragon lifted himself up from Wil's ass and then began to grind his thick ebon cock against it. Wil found himself gripping the seating underneath him, the stone grinding off in his new claws as August took aim and thrust into him--full boar.

The sensation sent a shockwave through Willougby's body and immediately he was upright completely on his knees as the dragon behind embraced him tightly. August's claws raked hard down the man's chest, his teeth clenching into Willougby's neck, but neither broke his skin. They only intensified whatever was happening to his body. He looked down and could see and feel August's claws grappling with his chest and raking through his thick chest hair. He'd never seen a dragon with chest hair before, and somehow it turned him on even more...perhaps; he thought, if this weren't a dream, he'd keep it like this for a while. August certainly seemed to enjoy it. He let out a moan as August thrust deep and hard into him, not slowing down for a moment as he about lifted Wil's body off the stone and into the air out of the water. He pulled down and drove himself in to the hilt; balls deep--as humans tend to say, and his grip tightened. August's massive muscles tightening around Wil's continually expanding ones. Willoughby had not felt this alive in years and as his cock emerged from the water into the cooler environment of the cave, he could feel a fountain of precum now pulsing from his shaft and traveling downward. It was gone again as it dunked into the water, and August came down like a jackhammer, driving himself deeper and deeper into his mate. He could hear August's heart pounding, he could feel every throb of the black dragon's cock deep within him. The growling and lustful moans echoing in his ear, there was only so much that Wil could take. And as he was once again lifted from the water for a thick, deep press Willoughby roared once again; this time it wasn't the roar of a climaxing human, but a dragon being bred deep by his mate. A thick rope of cum shot from him and traveled at least ten meters into the darkness of the cave. He tried to resist, but couldn't and his cock began to shoot off volley after volley of his thick, white seed that began to splash down into the water under them.

"Yes--yesssss..." He heard August hiss from behind him before driving himself in all the way and pinning Wil down into the water before letting loose his own guttural roar and torrent of seed that began to mercilessly flood the other dragon's insides, coating him with a wall of cum so thick that he could feel his insides fully transforming into that of a roaring, full-brood dragonborn.

Willoughby huffed at his mate's thrusts, even after the volley of seed had been spent from him, he insisted on holding the other dragon deep inside as they came to a rest. Slowly, as their senses began to return to them, Wil shifted himself so that he would still be sitting on his mate's cock, resting on his lap as their bodies both began to relax. August still panting madly as he wrapped his arms around the man who was no longer human--but a bearded, hair covered dragon with tarnished silver skin and judging by his reflection in the pale blue eyes of his partner, he himself had grown fiery purple eyes. The pair hugged and he was content to remain in August's arms.

"So...did you enjoy my gift?" August said after a while, still breathing somewhat hard.

"Mmm which one?" Wil replied, faking a coyness. "Because yes to all." He replied as he kissed the dragon again.

As the pair closed their eyes in rest, the luminescence surrounding them had slowly washed away, leaving a dimmer light for them to sleep to. The bubbling warmth of the spring they were sitting in only proving to be more relaxing than either of them had expected after such a performance.

THE END