{"sf1_id":2244496,"sf2_id":"qmy0YXve","title":"My Mate V: Bacchus Plateau (His Heart)","author":"CaptainMemes","words":6056,"posted_at":"2025-04-18T00:00:52.000Z","tags":["Anal","Anal Sex","Ass","Bed","Bedroom","Butt","Cock","Cum","Dick","Dragon","Ejaculation","Gay","Gay sex","Homosexual","Human","Love","M/M","Mates","Mating","Modern","NSFW","Non-Anthro","Orgasm","Painful Sex","Penetration","Penis","Realistic","Romance","Sex","Size Difference","Snuggles","Soulmates","Story","Story Series"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2244496-my-mate-v-bacchus-plateau-his-heart","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmy0YXve","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/57/6e/576ef4d5-3c41-401c-b5cb-18f1f23d07b6","description":"\"...My soul grows ever weary, and...\"  \n  \n\"...The end is ever near...\"  \n  \nWhelp. It happened.  \n  \nSo, prepare your sheets. Here is the moment you've all been waiting for.  \n  \nThe...drex...","content":"And so, the final choice was given in a question, one filled with heart and emotion.\n\n“John…\"\n\nThe one who shared that name was already attentive, so he went with it.\n\n“D-Do you still want to do this? Become my\u0026nbsp;mate?\"\n\nHe saw what the drake was asking.\n\nThis was it.\n\nThis was the final frontier of their relationship.\n\nThe sacred\u0026nbsp;ritual.\n\nThere was no going back, for this was a point of\u0026nbsp;no return.\n\nFor the man, it was a no-brainer.\n\nThe point of\u0026nbsp;departure\u0026nbsp;was to\u0026nbsp;never\u0026nbsp;return.\n\n“Y-Yes. I do.\"\n\nHe wanted\u0026nbsp;him.\n\nHe wanted to\u0026nbsp;be\u0026nbsp;with him.\n\nWhy?\n\nBecause he\u0026nbsp;loved\u0026nbsp;him. Simple as that.\n\nHe didn't care that he was a\u0026nbsp;dragon.\n\nHe didn't care that he was a\u0026nbsp;male.\n\nBecause his heart belonged to him, and Marlo's to John himself.\n\nHe wasn't complete without him.\n\nEverything, _everything_ led up to this magical moment.\n\nMarlo being hunted by poachers and sniper rounds destroying his kneecap on his left leg and grazing his wing on the same side.\n\nCrashing into his yard.\n\nGetting to know each other and their worlds.\n\nLaughing and engaging in the simple art of conversation despite being different species.\n\nIndulging in their enjoyment of deer.\n\nKissing each other in the kitchen while venison stew cooked by itself.\n\nSleeping together for the first time, feeling the warmth and heartbeat of the other.\n\nFlying the draconic mating flight.\n\nAnd…now.\n\nIt was all fate.\n\nDespite his answer, Marlo was still…apprehensive\u0026nbsp;about it.\n\nHe was about to mate this man.\n\nHe's never done such a thing before, and he had no doubt that it was going to hurt.\n\nBut like all things in the universe, it was only temporary.\n\nRegardless, Marlo didn't want to cause him harm, even if it was inevitable.\n\nHe couldn't bear such a thing on his conscious.\n\nAnd so, he gave one final voluntary question, on that would be the last to seal their fates, forever and ever.\n\n“A-Are you sure?\"\n\nJohn heard it. He knew that it was going to be unpleasant at first, but to\u0026nbsp;hell\u0026nbsp;with it.\n\nBecause tonight, the world belonged to them, not\u0026nbsp;separate, but as\u0026nbsp;one.\n\n“Y-Yes. I-I'm sure.\", he answered back, a light stutter in his voice while a sensation filled his chest, one that released all of his doubts and worries with a singular conclusion.\n\nI want to be with a dragon…\n\nThe sheer impact of it caused a pregnant silence as Marlo felt his words get processed from his earholes.\n\nH-He wants to be…with\u0026nbsp;me?\n\nIt was settled.\n\nMarlo closed his eyes tightly and nodded his head in understanding.\n\nNow, his life was in his paws, and he wouldn't mess this up.\n\nNever.\n\nHe had no doubt that perhaps Bahamut planned everything out.\n\nThey were meant to be together.\n\nThere was simply nothing else to be said.\n\nHe pulled back somewhat as John spread and lifted his legs a bit more than before.\n\nMarlo adjusted his back limbs before bending them, his drakehood bouncing in between his rear legs, primed and ready to mate.\n\nIt was a straight shot to his target, John's entrance completely open to him and him\u0026nbsp;only.\n\nIt was time.\n\nMarlo the psychic drake prepared his groin to push directly into his great boon, and…he rocked his legs forwards, until…\n\nHe stopped.\n\nThe distance between them wasn't closed.\n\nJohn didn't feel him against him.\n\nWhy?\n\nMarlo held still like a statue.\n\nHis eyes and slightly open mouth were filled with…with…\n\nShock?\n\nInsecurity?\n\nFear?\n\nFear of hurting John?\n\nHe felt a mass in his chest.\n\nHe just realized what he was about to do.\n\nHe was about to mate this man, cause him suffering, and bind his soul to his.\n\nWould John be able to handle it? He didn't want this pressure on him! He…H-He…\n\nH-He loved him, with all of his\u0026nbsp;heart.\n\nIt was a moment of vulnerability. Marlo realized who he was, or, more specifically,\u0026nbsp;what\u0026nbsp;he was.\n\nA\u0026nbsp;dragon, a creature more powerful than the one underneath him.\n\nIt just struck him.\n\nBut…it didn't matter, because John fell for him all the same.\n\nHe discovered that.\n\nAnd Bahamut, was it the best part of his life.\n\nNo, John agreed. He wanted to be with him eternally despite it all.\n\nPerhaps that was what true love was.\n\nStanding along with them despite all the fears.\n\nThat was what made him continue.\n\nMarlo lightly shook his head and closed his eyes, his worries dissipating.\n\nWith his sex hanging between his legs, he rocked his hips forwards, and…and…\n\nAnd…\n\nContact.\n\n“Uh!\u0026nbsp; **Uh!** \u0026nbsp;Hah…\", John let out as he finally felt it.\n\nThe tip of Marlo's drakehood touched his\u0026nbsp;anus.\n\nBut…\n\nMarlo stopped.\n\nHis eyelids strung up immediately at his action being stopped by…by…\n\nJohn?\n\nThe eyes of the two darted to where they felt one another, the heat of the dragon's tip feeling the equally warm and lubricated hole of the man.\n\nThe barrier held firm despite the initial push.\n\nTheir gazes then returned to one another's, both blushing deep crimson at the fact.\n\nJohn's body was definitely\u0026nbsp;not\u0026nbsp;used to this.\n\nMarlo then returned his sight to his extension.\n\nApparently, Bahamut told him that he would have to add some more effort to make him his.\n\nAnd so, Marlo obliged.\n\nHe pushed once.\n\n“Uh!\"\n\nThen another time.\n\n“Uh!\"\n\nAgain, slipping in more and more by the micrometer.\n\nJohn felt a light bite.\n\nOnce more.\n\n“A-Ah!\"\n\nAgain!\n\nMarlo clenched his teeth in exertion, bending his scaled brows with his lids closed as he pushed into him.\n\nAgain!\n\nBahamut,\u0026nbsp;please!\n\nHeat.\u0026nbsp;Burning\u0026nbsp;heat.\n\nOne more, and…\n\nIt happened.\n\nJohn's sphincter\u0026nbsp;relaxed, graciously allowing his lover in, the head of the drakehood popping in. His ring of muscles could no longer close as it gripped onto Marlo.\n\nAnd with that, white hot\u0026nbsp;pain.\n\n“S- **SHIT!**\"\n\nThe shields over the dragon's sight-seeing orbs opened wide in shock and surprise.\n\nNot at the fact that he penetrated John, but that he\u0026nbsp;felt\u0026nbsp;it.\n\nHis beloved's excruciating discomfort.\n\nHis saliva did the best it could, but they were still men after all.\n\n“John?\u0026nbsp; **John!?**\"\n\nHe said it in a panic.\n\nHe…\n\nH-He…\n\nH-He…\n\nH-He\u0026nbsp;hurt\u0026nbsp;him.\n\nHe hurt his future mate…\n\nThis was\u0026nbsp;not\u0026nbsp;okay.\n\n“ **A-Are you alright!?**\"\n\nFear crept up into his heart as he asked that.\n\nHe…\n\nH-He didn't want to hurt him!\n\nBahamut, he swore he didn't! He didn't mean to! He didn't…he…\n\n“Fuck, it hurts...\", John said while grinding his teeth together to cope with the\u0026nbsp;hot iron\u0026nbsp;of suffering on his rear, uncaring about the fact that he slipped inside of him despite that this was all leading up to that.\n\nIt wasn't pretty.\n\nNo…\n\nIt\u0026nbsp;wasn't\u0026nbsp;alright.\n\nN-No…\n\nBahamut no…\n\nNo…\n\nBahamut, what has he done?\n\n**Bahamut, what has he done!?**\n\nNo, no, he was\u0026nbsp;damned\u0026nbsp;for this, he hurt him,\u0026nbsp;he hurt him!\n\nOh, Bahamut spare him! Have mercy on him! On his soul!\n\nHe was\u0026nbsp;mortified.\n\nHow…\n\nHow could he have done this?\n\n**How could he have done this!?**\n\nWhat was the matter with him!?\n\nNo, he's a\u0026nbsp;monster!\n\nHow could he do this to John!?\n\n**HOW!?**\n\nHe wanted to\u0026nbsp;cry\u0026nbsp;for committing such a sin, but his greatest fears being realized and his fight-or-flight took hold of his spirit aching for causing such damage to the one he loved most.\n\n“N-No! I'm hurting you,\u0026nbsp; **I hurt you!** \u0026nbsp;No, this was a\u0026nbsp;mistake, I knew we shouldn't have done this, I…I-\", he said, preparing to remove himself from John as if he had become a\u0026nbsp;parasite\u0026nbsp;to him, and…and…\n\nHowever, his cries of regret were interrupted.\n\nBy what?\n\nJohn.\n\nHe darted and wrapped his left arm and hand behind the drake's neck and yanked him down, drawing him closer.\n\nHe was in immense pain, but he gritted his teeth and held on to tell the drake penetrating him something.\n\n“Now…you listen to\u0026nbsp; **me**.\"\n\nThe drake was dead silent and speechless, both from the man forcefully pulling his head towards him with such strength and the fact that the human was doing this all while under such strenuous conditions. He knew that John was struggling, as his clenched jaw and intense crimson face denoted such a difficulty from being opened up for the first time.\n\nAs such, he\u0026nbsp;shut up.\n\n“I-It's…supposed…t-to hurt. And so\u0026nbsp; **God** \u0026nbsp;help me if you stop now. P-Please…\"\n\nMarlo, once wide-eyed at such power gripping the back of his skull while barely missing his precious horns, was now gaining a very sympathetic look in his eyes.\n\nMarlo…didn't know what to think.\n\nOn one paw, he didn't want to cause him pain, even if it was impossible to prevent such a thing. Bahamut knows he would do anything to hold back such a fate.\n\nOn the other…\n\nHe was denying John a chance to be together with him forever.\n\nPerhaps that was why he was such an amazing person, so selfless, willing to strive through regardless of the discomfort.\n\nNo, he was terrible to do such a thing, halting everything even if John volunteered his\u0026nbsp;body\u0026nbsp;for him this very night.\n\nBut was he\u0026nbsp;selfish? To want to protect his beloved at all costs?\n\nTo say he was\u0026nbsp;conflicted\u0026nbsp;would be an\u0026nbsp;understatement.\n\nHow could there be a\u0026nbsp;grey area? A\u0026nbsp;middle ground? A cross between\u0026nbsp;needs\u0026nbsp;and wants?\u0026nbsp;Pain\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;pleasure?\n\nBahamut help him.\n\nJohn slipped his now limp arm off of him and back to his side on the sheets, breathing heavily and face glowing a fierce\u0026nbsp;bloody red.\n\nThe\u0026nbsp;balefire\u0026nbsp;that was his\u0026nbsp;rear\u0026nbsp;was getting the best of him despite the fact that they haven't even\u0026nbsp;started\u0026nbsp;their mating properly yet.\n\nMarlo closed his eyes tightly and snorted in deep contemplation.\n\nHis brain said to protect him, and yet, his soul and heart told him to him to find that sweet spot, that place that was in the center.\n\nAnd in the end, he chose\u0026nbsp;John.\n\nChose John to trust his body, not\u0026nbsp;him.\n\nAnd so, a decision was made.\n\nMarlo slowly unraveled his eyelids with cautiousness with a bit of uncertainty.\n\n“If I hurt you too much, please, Bahamut,\u0026nbsp;please\u0026nbsp;tell me.\", he said, heart full of regret that this was the only way, despite the bumpy road ahead for them, most of all John.\n\nJohn couldn't do much. So much of his mind was focused on the pain receptors at the start of his canal. Even now, the exhales were making his windpipe a\u0026nbsp;desert.\n\nHowever, his mind was still there, and as such, he nodded ever so slowly.\n\nMarlo let out a sigh.\n\nThe drake had his great permission to carry on, to become on with him.\n\nTo become his mate.\n\nAs such after a moment of deliberation, he resumed his posture, his scaled neck above the man and his legs in the same position as before.\n\nThe blunt tip of his drakehood was still sitting just past his\u0026nbsp;anus.\n\nLike a mountain climb, there was only one place to go.\n\nUp.\n\nAnd so, with the man's holy agreement, he sought to continue on.\n\nTo become two halves of one whole, to begin the untouchable mating process.\n\nHe continued on.\n\nMarlo, with an intentionally slow-winded, yet well-meaning push, stared at the headboard of the bed as he cleaved his way inside John.\n\n“F- **FUCK!!!**\"\n\nMarlo went on, filling his human lover as he felt nothing but the utmost\u0026nbsp;tightness, constricting him in an attempt to push him out, only to\u0026nbsp;yield\u0026nbsp;to him, albeit with much coaxing.\n\nFor John, only but the utmost\u0026nbsp;thickness\u0026nbsp;fed into his hole as Marlo's girth disappeared more and more as his intestine and entrance vised the drake. He felt an ever-increasing amount of his sheer\u0026nbsp;length\u0026nbsp;occupy him, feeling nothing but that burning and\u0026nbsp;slick\u0026nbsp;hot penis inside of him, spacing out his rectum slowly outwards and widening the crevice in his\u0026nbsp;pelvic cavity.\n\n“D-Damnit…\"\n\nHis gut was being spread wide open as it and his backdoor got split more and\u0026nbsp;more. Such a size was only possible with a\u0026nbsp;dragon.\n\nMarlo pushed his member through John, through each bit of his cavern felt that he could allow without being too much for him.\n\nAs such, he held a piece of his drakehood back, just over the halfway mark, a midway point between the base and the center.\n\nThey held firm, holding still as they both acclimated. Marlo let out a puff from his snout as he held his eyes shut, feeling the man warming his draconic pride, a sensation like a hot spring, except this was the joining of him and his soon-to-be-mate. Still, such an experience was\u0026nbsp;unforgettable, inserting into another male's\u0026nbsp;behind,\u0026nbsp;John's\u0026nbsp;to be specific, even if such a pressure that was the gripping on his\u0026nbsp;staff\u0026nbsp;left him\u0026nbsp;breathless.\n\nOh…oh Bahamut…\n\nWas this what a man, his\u0026nbsp;John, felt like?\n\nMarlo was new to this, but did this feel…good?\n\nWas\u0026nbsp;coupling\u0026nbsp;with his soulmate\u0026nbsp;great, even if he was a\u0026nbsp;male?\n\nMarlo had to admit it.\n\nYes, it was, but it would only get better from here, even if he was still\u0026nbsp;apprehensive\u0026nbsp;about it since John was having a trouble dealing with the pain.\n\nSpeaking of which…\n\nJohn hurt…all over.\n\nDespite Marlo lubricating him with his tongue and only being a gentle weight in his gut, it was real challenging to say that this felt good, and yet, his brain gave that euphoric sense of enjoyment, although it was very minor, and as such was overshadowed by the never-ending\u0026nbsp;inferno\u0026nbsp;in his between his legs.\n\nHe started breathing really hard and grinded his enamel so much to the point that he almost drew\u0026nbsp;blood\u0026nbsp;as he adjusted to his presence, feeling that shockingly\u0026nbsp;massive\u0026nbsp;organ stuck deep into his innermost corridors.\n\nGod help him.\n\nIt was too much, but it was like learning to\u0026nbsp;ride a bike. Sure, you got a scrape or two trying, but you would feel the elation of traveling on it before long.\n\nHowever, about two minutes passed of them just holding still, the two locked together.\n\nTime wasn't going to wait for them.\n\nSo, Marlo continued.\n\nHe slowly retracted his member from him, but eventually that was difficult as John's body held on so strongly, still unused to the mass that speared into it. To the drake, he had to repress a hum as the grip was something he was sure he would enjoy greatly, his beastly side taking pleasure from such a molding warmth.\n\nAs Marlo pulled his dick with a sluggish withdrawal of his pelvis, the human felt his gut contract around nothing but\u0026nbsp;emptiness\u0026nbsp;as some of the pain dissipated, but still remained.\n\n“Nnnnnnnnnnnn...ugh,\u0026nbsp;hah…\"\n\nAfter the first time that a penis was _pushed_ into him, now it was the first time that it was\u0026nbsp;pulled\u0026nbsp;away.\n\nWhat…\n\nW-What was this feeling?\n\nWhat…?\n\nThe phantom pain was still there, but it would return, as Marlo, after a second or two of dragging his drakehood out of his hole, then gave a shallow\u0026nbsp;thrust\u0026nbsp;into him with the utmost tenderness.\n\n“Uh,\u0026nbsp; **UH!**\"\n\nIt happened.\n\nThey began\u0026nbsp;mating.\n\nMarlo was extremely\u0026nbsp;slow\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;cautious, and rightfully so, as this was both their first times. The drake was gentle and soft with him in order to have the man adjust to him. They both adopted a\u0026nbsp;missionary\u0026nbsp;as the psychic dragon bucked his hips into John, taking away their innocence as he started to get into rhythm with his lover, feeling nothing but the human's body around his drakehood as he gripped the sheets with his claws, nearly tearing them into shreds.\n\nMarlo had to suppress a growl with how he began feeling now that his sex up until around the midpoint was constantly within his soulmate, sensing nothing but the cozy and volcanic\u0026nbsp;cavern\u0026nbsp;that was John's rectal canal\u0026nbsp;squeezing\u0026nbsp;him ceaselessly.\n\nHe was tight, oh Bahamut was he\u0026nbsp;tight.\n\nHis instrument was constantly being cushioned and compounded by his lover's intestinal muscles, as if to act as a barricade to such an intrusion from Marlo introducing his penis into John's accepting hole. And yet, despite that, like a lord of the storms and stars, they could do nothing but press into him as he slowly began to\u0026nbsp;conquer\u0026nbsp;them, becoming familiar upon\u0026nbsp;shaping\u0026nbsp;the fleshy walls to his will.\n\nWith more experience, it will know him as much as its owner.\n\nYes…it will\u0026nbsp;all\u0026nbsp;come in due time, yes it\u0026nbsp;will…\n\nThat wasn't to say that it was effortless, because it\u0026nbsp;wasn't. His genitalia was constantly halted by those closing walls in that ever-growing tightness, but, like a sapling, the familiarity will grow and come, he knew it will.\n\nAnd the sensations upon his member was simply\u0026nbsp;exhilarating, as sparks flew from his groin upon each thrust and retraction from him, his heat feeling this again and again…\n\nAnd this was only the\u0026nbsp;beginning.\n\nBahamut.\n\nWas he…\n\nW-Was he…enjoying\u0026nbsp;this?\n\nIt wasn't\u0026nbsp;slippery\u0026nbsp;like a dragonesshood, and yet the sensation of making a name for himself in John's gut and the pressing on his\u0026nbsp;extension\u0026nbsp;was on a whole different level.\n\nHow…\n\nH-How has he missed this?\n\nAnd then, it came upon him.\n\nHe was\u0026nbsp;grateful.\n\nGrateful for Bahamut for having him wait for so long to find his lover and blessing him with such a marvel of beauty that was his soulmate.\n\nHe silently sung his praises while he kept on the motions into John, sensing each comforting\u0026nbsp;embrace\u0026nbsp;his body gave him.\n\nAmazing.\n\nJohn on the other hand wasn't having the best of times, but like a\u0026nbsp;cold shower, you adjusted to it.\n\nThe issue was that it was slow and\u0026nbsp;grueling.\n\n“Sssssss…ahhhhhh…hah…\", he hissed as he felt like his teeth were going to crack anytime soon with how hard he bit down on them.\n\nHe was in a\u0026nbsp;world of hurt, all from him being on the receiving end of Marlo's clear attempts to be tender with him, but it didn't change the fact that the drake made him feel pain like he hasn't ever felt in his life, even if it wasn't his fault.\n\nIt\u0026nbsp;was\u0026nbsp;their\u0026nbsp;biology\u0026nbsp;after all…\n\nAs Marlo\u0026nbsp;sawhorsed\u0026nbsp;into him again and again, it\u0026nbsp;hurt. It hurt\u0026nbsp;real\u0026nbsp;bad.\n\nHe felt that precious and delicate ring of muscles that made up his entrance be stretched wider than it's ever been, not used to such an intrusion that was the dragon's\u0026nbsp;erection\u0026nbsp;pushing into his warm caves. As a result, the flesh itself and the skin around it became\u0026nbsp;cherry red\u0026nbsp;with how much inflammation was branding him.\n\nTheir love didn't change the fact that he was a man taking in a\u0026nbsp;dragonhood.\n\nHis inner body didn't fare much better, as with each exertion into his hole and rectum was met with an intense pang of\u0026nbsp;agony\u0026nbsp;and an\u0026nbsp;inferno\u0026nbsp;as the limits of his entire body were being tested upon each movement of the drake's pelvis.\n\nIt was\u0026nbsp;torturous.\n\n“S-Shit…\"\n\nHis face became a deep\u0026nbsp;crimson\u0026nbsp;as he sweated like he's never done before as liquid perspiration perfused out of his tissue.\n\nIt was as if his body was compensating for irritation it perceived as a\u0026nbsp;threat\u0026nbsp;to his being.\n\nHe writhed underneath the dragon's loving and caring canopy of wings as he had to tolerate the pain to simmer away as he got used to Marlo's glowing red\u0026nbsp;cock\u0026nbsp;within him.\n\nD-Dear…G-God…\n\nIt was so much. It was\u0026nbsp;too\u0026nbsp;much.\n\nMarlo\u0026nbsp;was so much.\n\nBut no, he couldn't waver. It will get better! It was like lifting weights…like at the construction site…nobody is strong from the beginning. You had to build yourself up to become qualified for the task at hand and future prospects.\n\nThis was no different.\n\nIt was the only way.\n\nHe loved Marlo too\u0026nbsp;damn\u0026nbsp;much, he…he…\n\nH-He couldn't stop him, even if he could despite with the head of the drakehood locking them together.\n\n“Fuck! Fuck…\", he swore. Doing anything was better than silently shriveling in place while the dragon over him made him his.\n\nIt wasn't as if it was all for nothing, as with each instance of his inner muscles applying pressure to the purple dragon's organ, the pain was made less and less intense as his being adjusted to each straight slide into him, and in its place was a flicker of\u0026nbsp;pleasure\u0026nbsp;entering his mind. It wasn't much, but it was a growing flame that would soon become a sanctuary and solace in this temporary misery.\n\nBecause this was something he was willing to bear, which only showed and proved the resilience of the indomitable human spirit.\n\nEverything will come in due time. He was sure of it. It just needed to wait.\n\nHowever, their mating temporarily was stopped for a moment as Marlo, in one of his pushes into the man he loved, didn't retract and instead stood still.\n\nThe dragon let out a labored sigh as his eyes opened while facing the wall and released some heaving breaths with John, his jaws opened to get in as much oxygen as he could.\n\nAfter getting his respiratory system in order, he let out one last snort out of his draconic nostrils. He then dipped his head down to face the man with caring yet slowly tiring eyes, getting a notice of the man's transition into becoming his mate.\n\nAs he blinked once, he began to admire the man's strength to carry on, to resist this pain that would go away eventually.\n\nJohn was\u0026nbsp;brave, braver than any man, for taking this burden of taking this grueling path that was his\u0026nbsp;first time.\n\nThe road was bumpy at the start, but it will get better and smoother, then both could enjoy this special night.\n\nEven with the clear signs that this was\u0026nbsp;insanely\u0026nbsp;uncomfortable for the one he was topping, he knew that it was for their unwavering love for one another.\n\nHe was\u0026nbsp;dedicated, dedicated in this momentous occasion, to become his mate.\n\nHe truly was the\u0026nbsp;one.\n\nJohn underneath him held still as his gut adjusted to the heavy yet gentle weight burning in his lower half, boring down on the dragon. His breathing slowed down despite tonight not even being close to over.\n\nHe surmised that the drake stopped their ritual to allow them to get their bearings, to see how far they've come.\n\nThey were doing this. They were\u0026nbsp;really\u0026nbsp;doing this.\n\nA man and drake, having at it in the final act of true love,\u0026nbsp;sexual intercourse, a primitive one that was the only thing that they and the\u0026nbsp;animals\u0026nbsp;had in common as per the creation of life by God and Bahamut.\n\nIt held no barriers of entry, only that it was genuine and done with the best of intentions from both parties, a need to become one heart, one\u0026nbsp;soul.\n\nAs such, John Fitzgerald and Marlo satisfied those conditions with the highest marks.\n\nFor that was the\u0026nbsp;truth\u0026nbsp;of love. Enough said.\n\nMarlo closed his eyes and stiffened his neck to have his snout point at the bed's dark-brown wooden headboard.\n\nHe continued.\n\nMarlo began to retrieve his appendage before inserting it again into the\u0026nbsp;butt\u0026nbsp;of lover. This time, however, he gradually pushed on further, exploring more and more of the human and facing new resistance with each of those forces of his hips into him. However, like before, instead of his moist corridors seeing him as a threat, they began to soften their assault, instead molding to this new presence.\n\nA new owner to the household.\n\nAs he did so, the dragon\u0026nbsp;stuffed\u0026nbsp;more and more of his drakehood into his soulmate, feeling even more of the cozy warmth that was John's circuit, savoring each instance of pulling on him as he swept his heat away, only to feel it all once again.\n\nHe was on\u0026nbsp;Cloud-Nine, letting out light bellows of draconic growls out from his throat involuntarily. John was just simply so\u0026nbsp;tight\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;hot, mesmerizing his scattering mind that was picked up by a slowly assuming\u0026nbsp;beast.\n\nNow this,\u0026nbsp;this\u0026nbsp;was pleasure.\n\nSo nice and gracious of the man to provide such warmth and care to his sacred tool of reproduction and of the sex.\n\nSuch courage, such bravery, such caring…\n\nSo beautiful, so comforting, so\u0026nbsp;right.\n\nB-Bahamut, Bahamuuuuuuuuuuuuuut…\n\nAmazing.\n\nTruly stellar. All of those years waiting were\u0026nbsp;worth it. Yes…they were…\n\n“O-Oh…G-God…\", John let out.\n\nHis body was finally realizing what Marlo was ever since he introduced his penis into his awaiting backdoor. The pain began to dull ever so slightly. It was still there, but it was becoming more manageable, turning the uncomfortable irritation from this whole new experience from\u0026nbsp;insufferable\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;bearable.\n\nHe…\n\nH-He was finally feeling…\n\nPleasure.\n\nEcstasy.\n\nBliss…\n\n“F-Fuck…\", he released, not as a phrase spoken to cope with burning pain, but one let out in necessity in this new emotion which he's never felt before.\n\nThe sensation of one's maleness coming\u0026nbsp;inside\u0026nbsp;you, making itself a part of you for all of time, it was…\n\nI-It was…\n\nJohn…John had no words, both because the full force and feelings of love for the drake were\u0026nbsp;indescribable\u0026nbsp;and the pleasure he was feeling being\u0026nbsp;immeasurable.\n\nThe psychic dragon's penis spread his hole further than it has ever been, straining it in the form of\u0026nbsp;bites\u0026nbsp;as a result, but the continuous motions into him left an undying\u0026nbsp;need\u0026nbsp;to hold onto this feeling, this new sensation from the dragon mating him.\n\nAgain, he felt nothing but the smoldering\u0026nbsp;heat\u0026nbsp;that came out of the drake's genital slit, again, and again, and\u0026nbsp;again…\n\nMarlo was\u0026nbsp;massive. Hard, thick, and\u0026nbsp;long.\n\nJohn felt the drakehood's incessant\u0026nbsp;throbbing\u0026nbsp;as it housed itself inside of him, each and every thrum of the dragon's heart being sensed from within. Each extremely\u0026nbsp;exquisite\u0026nbsp;push was felt into his once untouched flesh, the man feeling each and every sinew and\u0026nbsp;inch\u0026nbsp;of the dragon's member becoming one with him.\n\n“Uhhhhhh…ughhhhhhh…~\", he groaned.\n\nIt joined in his panting and shivering upon the skin in his back folding on the bed with each push, and a relaxation upon each pull, the process repeating at he felt the drake's\u0026nbsp;hardness\u0026nbsp;in between his legs and into his outstretched hole.\n\nAs he did, he felt the shaft and head be driven further and further into him, the tip leaking pre into that sacred flesh inside of him, dripping\u0026nbsp;lava\u0026nbsp;into his gut upon each and every sweep of that\u0026nbsp;glorious\u0026nbsp;cock within him.\n\nWhat…wha…\n\nW-What was even happening?\n\nWas this…happening?\n\nYes.\n\nYes, it was.\n\nHe let it all happen.\n\nHe let himself get\u0026nbsp;fucked\u0026nbsp;by a\u0026nbsp;dragon.\n\nAnd he felt all the pleasure that came with it.\n\nA-And…\n\nAnd he would do it all again…\n\n“Ahhhh-uhhh!~\"\n\nGod preserve him.\n\nThis was all too much.\n\nHe felt nothing but the brightest of\u0026nbsp;starbursts\u0026nbsp;stemming from the end of his system filtering into his deteriorating mind as Marlo\u0026nbsp;ravaged\u0026nbsp;him. This,\u0026nbsp;this\u0026nbsp;was the experience he so looked forwards to in hindsight.\n\nThe price was the pain, but it was all worth it.\n\nIt was as if he was\u0026nbsp;high\u0026nbsp;and was incredibly drunk on pleasure from each slide in and out of him. His nerves were\u0026nbsp;lightbulbs, with filaments so bright and intense that the glass casing\u0026nbsp;broke.\n\nHe…\n\nH-He was in\u0026nbsp;heaven…\n\n“M-Marl-lo…~\", he shakily called out his name, brain in pieces as he began shuddering from the intense feelings he now possessed.\n\nEven as he reached with his shaky and shivering hands around and onto the amethyst scales of the drake's forelegs to hold himself down, it only allowed him to feel even more of the dragon's incredible length, letting it sink in more and more.\n\nThe drake, upon feeling the man's hands loosely gripping his forelimbs, lifted his right forepaw and pushed the man's palm down and into the bed in but a rapid moment.\n\nHe clenched his three toes in between his fingers, which held the top of the paw weakly.\n\nHe wanted to hold him as they witnessed such a sacred and momentous part of their lives, for the world belonged to them, if for a time.\n\nMarlo just kept on mating John, their bodies filled with newfound\u0026nbsp;desire\u0026nbsp;as their bodies mashed with one another, each bit of friction felt between their most private and sacred of parts conjoined in their untouchable\u0026nbsp;coupling. It was a truest union of not only trust and compassion, but of\u0026nbsp;Humanity\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;Dragonkind, shedding the shackles of their mortal flesh to become something more.\n\nTheir physical forms were becoming\u0026nbsp;one.\n\nThe lines between them were becoming erased as they\u0026nbsp;made love, bedding without a care or concern in the world. Such a thing was meant to be cherished, and that they did, indulging in the act as evidenced by the\u0026nbsp;slapping\u0026nbsp;of human flesh and dragon scales and the smell of virile males\u0026nbsp;engaging in the act.\n\nTheir minds were utterly\u0026nbsp;destroyed, overwhelmed with pleasure and explosive feelings of passion.\n\nRemember\u0026nbsp;love?\n\nWhen it was the realization that you couldn't live without somebody?\n\nSuch a feeling was forgotten, but not by true believers.\n\nAgain, it was a sacred and most holy union, for it allowed two to intertwine with one another with their sexes and made them open and vulnerable. It was\u0026nbsp;honesty, another lost art, for this was complete\u0026nbsp;transparency, something equally treasured.\n\nPerhaps that was why their love was so true, the dragon turning the man into his mate.\n\nIt was genuine to the fullest extent. How could Marlo live without John? How could John live without Marlo?\n\nThey\u0026nbsp;couldn't. They just\u0026nbsp;couldn't.\n\nLooking past their differences was another such trait that made this so special.\n\nAnd yet…they were similar, graced with sapience upon their conception and birth, and existing as one of the same, their biology notwithstanding.\n\nExtraordinary this was.\n\nA once fantastical concept was now becoming a reality.\n\nA dragon fell for a human, a\u0026nbsp;man, and a man fell for a dragon, a\u0026nbsp;drake.\n\nThere was only love. Nothing else. Just\u0026nbsp;love.\n\nSuch connections were vital in the development of life everywhere. How else do we participate in beloved and joyous cooperation?\n\nIt wasn't just\u0026nbsp;symbiosis, but a\u0026nbsp;bond\u0026nbsp;being created, one unbreakable even to the darkest of hours, for they were meant to be each other's shelter to weather the storm.\n\nIt was all so\u0026nbsp;complex, and yet so\u0026nbsp;simple.\n\nIt was\u0026nbsp;beautiful.\n\nAfterall, why could such a holy act of everlasting matehood exist?\n\nAnd now, after so long, it was coming ahead.\n\nMarlo the psychic drake was\u0026nbsp;close.\n\nHe felt it.\n\nHe felt\u0026nbsp;all\u0026nbsp;of it.\n\nIt was a pressure, a\u0026nbsp;tightening, of his testicles, his\u0026nbsp;loins.\n\nW-What…\n\nW-What was this?\n\nWas…\n\nWas he finally going to\u0026nbsp;finish\u0026nbsp;inside him?\n\nWere they finally about to become mates?\n\nHe's been holding it in for\u0026nbsp;so long, always waiting for that special someone to become a part of him, always gathering more inside his being to unleash and spill it all at once.\n\nAt this point, his gullet was full of\u0026nbsp;growls, head angled a bit upwards as he drove into John repeatedly, his drakehood nearly reaching the end of the man's heated walls.\n\nHis beastly side had taken over, the dragon now consumed by the need to end it, and yet, the intelligent mind was still deliberate in making them strong, yet gentle thrusts, for to overwhelm the man would be to make the finish line too sudden.\n\nThey were about to become mates!\n\nHe was eternally happy, and yet could do nothing as he became so\u0026nbsp;stimulated\u0026nbsp;by John's flesh on him, only urging his body to clench upon those sacs connected to his mast.\n\nB-Bahamut…\n\nJohn was a complete\u0026nbsp;mess, babbling over and over his name while simultaneously groaning, although they were croaks at this point, what with his throat feeling like a dried-up\u0026nbsp;ocean.\n\n“Hah…hah…uh…ughhhhhhhh…~\"\n\nIt was too much.\n\nThen, the moment of truth happened.\n\nIt happened?\n\nWas this…finally happening?\n\nSo long alone, now with another to occupy his soul?\n\nYes…\n\nMarlo clenched his teeth tightly, almost shattering them as he showed off his pearly whites, tipping his head towards the man.\n\nThen, he did a\u0026nbsp;drill\u0026nbsp;into him.\n\nTheir\u0026nbsp;pelvises.\n\nThey _clacked_.\n\nJohn let out a shallow gasp.\n\nA\u0026nbsp;thunder bolt.\n\nHe pulled out.\n\nAnd then, he thrusted back in.\n\nHis\u0026nbsp;end\u0026nbsp;felt it.\n\nAnother strand of\u0026nbsp;electricity.\n\nIt was slow but with such great strength…\n\nAgain.\n\nA\u0026nbsp;shock.\n\nAgain.\n\nA\u0026nbsp;spark.\n\nAgain.\n\nAn\u0026nbsp;explosion.\n\nAgain, again,\u0026nbsp;again, and…\n\nAnd…\n\nA-A-And…\n\nM-Marlo…\n\nJ-John…\n\nH-He…\n\nH-H-Hea…rd…\n\nJ-J…J-J…\n\nJ-Jo…hn…\n\nI-I-It…\n\n…\n\n…\n\n…\n\n…\n\n…\n\n…\n\n…\n\n…\n\n…\n\n…\n\nHome…\n\nHis testicles\u0026nbsp;lurched, propelling the white fluid known as\u0026nbsp;semen\u0026nbsp;from those little pouches tucked inside him. It went through his\u0026nbsp;vas deferens\u0026nbsp;before traveling to the base of his drakehood, now sliding through its length, and finally to the\u0026nbsp;urethra, and…and…\n\nIt…I-It…\n\nIt finally happened.\n\nMarlo removed his front toes and claws from the bed and his beloved's hand and let them dangle as he straightened up like a board, facing\u0026nbsp;the sky with wings wide open, and\u0026nbsp;roared\u0026nbsp;up to the ceiling, the sky, and world, the universe,\u0026nbsp;all of existence.\n\nHe loved him. He loved a man. He made his choice.\n\nFor the first time in his draconic life, he\u0026nbsp;orgasmed.\n\nHe\u0026nbsp;came. He came\u0026nbsp;hard.\n\nHis lower half felt like it was immersed in\u0026nbsp;molten magma\u0026nbsp;with how much burning it felt as he finally unleashed inside John.\n\nThe first spurt came out and impacted John's inner gut, painting it\u0026nbsp;white.\n\nThen, just like that, the tree's branches were\u0026nbsp;cut, the bloodline forever lost in this body as his\u0026nbsp;seed\u0026nbsp;splashed into him completely in vain for reproduction. However, it served its other purpose perfectly well.\n\nTo mark another as a mate.\n\nJohn felt it and let out a silent gasp, as his throat felt like he guzzled some\u0026nbsp;salt water. He felt the extreme\u0026nbsp;warmness\u0026nbsp;be pushed against the end of the wall within him.\n\nIt happened. Marlo was finally\u0026nbsp;finishing\u0026nbsp;inside him.\n\nThe drake grinded against him, eyes wide open, growling, and head still pointed like an arrow to the stars, his tail a whip as it flew up and down as he released his life essence inside his beloved.\n\nThen, it all came out in a\u0026nbsp;barrage.\n\nA barrage of\u0026nbsp;love.\n\nAfter so long alone, after\u0026nbsp;everything, Marlo's\u0026nbsp;load\u0026nbsp;filled John's\u0026nbsp;bowels. The white fluid sunk and occupied each and every\u0026nbsp;crevice\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;fold\u0026nbsp;in the man's gut,\u0026nbsp;slishing\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;sloshing\u0026nbsp;as the drake's semen began to fill him completely and\u0026nbsp;utterly.\n\nGiven how\u0026nbsp;constrictive\u0026nbsp;John was, the whiteness completely engulfed the drake's pumping member, causing it to seep into the next section of John's intestine and down towards where both of their bodies were locked together.\n\nJohn felt so…full, so…heavy.\n\nIt was like he had to pass something, but just couldn't get it out of his system, for he\u0026nbsp;wanted\u0026nbsp;it, and it belonged to somebody else.\n\nHis new\u0026nbsp;mate.\n\nIt was so thick and\u0026nbsp;sticky, and John was so\u0026nbsp;tight, that it felt like he was being overloaded with gummy and viscous\u0026nbsp;goop\u0026nbsp;that started to leak into the rest of his colon, the copious amount going down and around the drakehood to barrage the other side of his entrance.\n\nSome even leaked out in one of the shallow grinds against him, draconic semen trickling out of his still occupied hole.\n\nEventually, the ropes of\u0026nbsp;liquid DNA\u0026nbsp;that flew and impacted John's walls eventually disappeared and instead fed into the growing\u0026nbsp;pool\u0026nbsp;of love's torrent with each spasm, a\u0026nbsp;lake\u0026nbsp;being fed from a\u0026nbsp;tributary.\n\nIt just didn't seem to end.\n\nThe\u0026nbsp;thickness\u0026nbsp;only grew as Marlo's viscous sperm flooded John, nesting a home inside his gut, the drake having saved this for more than half a century.\n\nIt was all too much.\n\nAfter the torrent of Marlo pouring his love into John, the sign came, that as much as they enjoyed it, as long that it took to get to this very moment in existence, it was almost\u0026nbsp;over.\n\nThe\u0026nbsp;sprays…\n\nThey became less and less\u0026nbsp;frequent, more and more\u0026nbsp;shallow.\n\nHe was almost\u0026nbsp;spent.\n\nAfter holding it for all his life in for what felt like an eternity, it was almost just as\u0026nbsp;gone, just like\u0026nbsp;that.\n\nSome more dry spurts filtered out of him as the who received it had a draining in their vessel.\n\nIt wept out a little bit more, and…and…\n\nIt was over.\n\nMarlo's rear legs were wobbly and jelly-like, shaky and\u0026nbsp;numb.\n\nLike before, he\u0026nbsp;crumbled\u0026nbsp;and crashed right onto John, his eyes still wide open as his eyelids were glued at the top of the sockets, breathing heavily with each expansion of his chest.\n\nMuch like John, except his eyes were half-lidded upon the drake emptying inside of him, the drakehood softened as it was still clogged inside of him, much like the dragon's spend.\n\nIt was two minutes before their breathing calmed down, albeit only somewhat, as the drake closed his eyes and tried to move his limbs, only to realize that he couldn't feel his back legs as they weren't responding to his commands, only mock shakes in response.\n\nHowever, he could use his front ones. With great effort that could only be possible with Bahamut, he pushed up with his paws and attempted to straighten his legs with rubber band-like stability.\n\nHe opened his eyes, still slitted as he resumed control of his mind, facing the man as equally drained as him.\n\nNo words, no speeches.\n\nJust…tired.\n\nHis eyes threatened to close, to tell him to fall into the human and into the land of dreams, but he couldn't.\n\nWhy?\n\nAs he saw the man, his new mate, his eyes shut as he then curved his neck and pushed his forehead into the human's, albeit very,\u0026nbsp;very\u0026nbsp;slowly.\n\nThe night was taking a toll on them.\n\nThen…\n\nThen…\n\nContact.\n\nMarlo began rubbing his head against his man.\n\nThen…\n\nJohn felt it, eyes opening but only slightly.\n\nIt was a searing, a\u0026nbsp;burning.\n\nIn his skull.\n\nIn his\u0026nbsp;brain.\n\nMarlo transferred his mind into his.\n\nThen, the\u0026nbsp;connection\u0026nbsp;was made.\n\nA root grew up from John's mind, becoming a permanent\u0026nbsp;psychic bond\u0026nbsp;to the dragon, feeling the afterburning\u0026nbsp;smokestack\u0026nbsp;of a fire in his head.\n\nAnd then…\n\nT-Then…\n\nT-T….h-hen…\n\nT…he…n\n\nT…T-T-T…Th…e…\n\nJ-J…J-John…m-m…m-my…n-new…ma-\n\nHe couldn't hear the rest, even though he knew what he was saying in this new everlasting line between their minds, hearts, and souls.\n\nWhy?\n\nBecause he promptly fell unconscious.","series":{"name":"The Purple Phoenix","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2242967-my-mate-iv-panacea-his-warmth.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2244509-my-mate-vi-the-fountain-his-love.json"}}