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When Cedric’s eyes opened, he knew right away he wasn’t where he wanted to be. It wasn’t that hard to tell - he was supposed to be in front of city walls, not in the middle of a misty forest.

“Son of a bitch. I knew it was too good to be true.”

Hindsight sadly had better vision than foresight, as he scowled at the scroll in his hand. A Teleport Scroll, it was one-use only and that meant that it was entirely useless to him now...and even less than that before, it seemed, judging by the results. He’d thought he was getting a bargain, a merchant offering discounted scrolls when he was looking for one...saving some of his coin seemed like a very good idea since he was finding any savings hard to come by. But he’d started having doubts as he’d looked at it, it seemed a bit...off. The flow of the magic wasn’t the same as others he’d used...granted, he was no expert, so he hadn’t been able to conclude anything on that basis. Maybe he should have just spent the money on a real one...but since he had the scroll now, he decided to take a chance. He was now thoroughly regretting it.

Well, there’s not much I can do about it now. I guess I’d better start figuring out where I am and how to get back to civilization.

A good plan, but badly hampered by the fact that there was literally no direction for him. He’d never seen this forest before, starting from the middle of it with no landmarks or signs or anything wasn’t very enlightening. And it was fairly difficult to see as well...the mist was oddly bright, so his immediate surroundings were visible despite the apparent darkness overhead, but he couldn’t see very far in front of himself. So he had no idea what he would be walking into...but staying still would ensure he made no progress at all.

It has to be finite, at least. Unless it’s got a spell on it that melds the edges together and the only way out is warping...shit. I gotta stop scaring myself with all those stories. Ugh, well, I only have one choice...pick a direction and start walking.

So he did, trudging off in the direction he was facing, and resolutely keeping the same direction regardless of the impediments in his way. Cedric had no idea how big the forest was, or where the edge would set him out at, if he even could reach it...all that he had going for him was that it didn’t seem to be particularly dangerous. A good thing because he hadn’t prepared for any danger - he was just supposed to be going to visit a friend in the city, he had no weapons or supplies or anything on him. At least he could probably find something to eat here, though he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to.

There was no sense of a passage of time here - he was definitely getting to different areas, with different objects in the scenery in front of him and to the sides, but he was clueless as to how far he’d gone or how long he’d been walking. The darkness was starting to bug him, he was pretty sure it should have been day outside and the trees, dense as they were, shouldn’t have made it this dark. Something was up with this place, and it was making him even more nervous...what if he was trapped in some kind of illusion spell, or a magic nightmare? Those could actually kill him before he even realized what was going on. His heart began to pound in his ears, panic was starting to grip him even as he tried to tell himself it wasn’t that bad, that he was just scaring himself…

And then something touched his shoulder! He screamed aloud and dove forward, scrambling around on the ground to confront his attacker while still protecting himself...and saw a huge frame in front of him, stepping back in surprise. “Whoa, hey! Easy, there! Didn’t you hear me?”

It took a few seconds for Cedric to register the creature...it was a draconian, imposingly big, at least two feet taller than Cedric was, with a muscular body, thick and sharp claws, wide wings, and shimmering green eyes. Its body was a light blue color all over, almost the same color as the mist, and no clothing covering it. Was it the one responsible for all that? He didn’t know...and it was only then that he realized it wasn’t attacking him.

“Are you all right? You seem really spooked...did you hear anything out here?” The voice was deep, heavy, but...friendly. Cedric’s heart started to slow back down to normal as he slowly stood up...this wasn’t danger, this was potential salvation.

“I’m...sorry. I’m kind of...lost. I thought you were something, uh, dangerous...I didn’t hear you at all.”

“Ah. It’s fine...the name’s Granz.”

“Cedric. Uh...can you tell me where I am? All I know is that it’s not where I should be…”

Granz nodded. “Ethyrie Forest. It’s...not a place most should be. You’ve heard of enchanted woods, right? This is one of them...it’s hard to actually get in, and even harder to get out. You obviously see all the mist around, it’s impossible to miss it...the mist zonks magic pretty hard. Spell and magic objects don’t function as they should, either they stop working completely or have odd effects that aren’t intended. And it’s a looping area, so you can’t just walk out unless you know the trick to it...but most wouldn’t want to walk out anyway, there’s nothing to see for miles around. Lemme guess...you got teleported in by a faulty scroll?”

“I...yeah. How did you know?” Cedric was stunned that Granz had figured that out, enough that it provided a momentary diversion from the discomfort at hearing what the woods were like. Escape might prove trickier than he wished to believe…

“Teleport Scrolls tend to have a designated ‘fail point.’ They usually fall along nexus lines for common teleport areas...unfortunately, because the mist zonks magic, it messes with the nexus line detection, and that can result in someone getting zapped here. You’re not the first I’ve come across, sadly...there’s not much I can do about it except get them out of here.”

Just the fact that Granz could do so was immensely relieving to hear; Cedric was starting to fear that he was stuck there forever. “At least there’s something you can do. If you don’t mind me asking...are you...at all related to the mist?”

Granz chuckled. “I guess my color gives it away...I’ve got Mist Dragon blood in me, and I’ve been magically attuned to the source of the mist under the ground here. I’m not really entirely sure what it is, I think it’s some kind of object that has a spreading effect...basically I live in Ethyrie Forest in order to make sure it doesn’t grow bigger. I kind of keep the mist under control, though I don’t stop it from appearing in the forest...I just keep it within a certain boundary. I can leave for a while, but I don’t want to leave for too long, lest the expansion starts again...I’m not really sure how long it would take for my influence to wear off.”

“Wow...this place is kinda scary.”

“Eh, it’s not that bad. The stuff from the trees and the water is safe for consumption, and I’ve heard it has kind of a nice extra taste to it...I don’t think I’ve noticed myself. But you could theoretically live here indefinitely. Which is nice because I guess that’s what I’m doing. Kinda lonely, but at least I can get out here and there.”

“How? You said the mist does weird stuff to magic.”

“Yes, but there are times when the mist is less dense, and you can get a teleport spell to work properly. Unfortunately, even with Mist Dragon blood I can’t actually overpower the mist to make magic work right, but it does empower my natural magical power in other ways. Basically I’ve got a very strong current flowing through me, but it flows very chaotically.”

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy...but Cedric wasn’t so worried anymore. Knowing that it WAS possible, and that he would just have to be patient, was a lot better than not knowing anything. “How long will it be?”

Granz shrugged. “I can’t really say...it’s hard to tell time here. It’s almost always dark in the sky above, no matter what it’s like outside the forest. There have been times where it’s been pretty long, but also some times where the mist has been very thin for probably days on end. So...yeah, tough to say. But you can stay with me while we wait for it.”

“Well, I guess that’s probably the best option I have. Sorry if I’m imposing on you…”

“Not at all, I don’t get company here very often so it’s a pretty rare treat. I just hope you’re able to get comfortable, since it’s not a place where I host guests, really...I’ve got a couple things for the occasional misported soul but it’s not a ton.”

“Anything is better than nothing. Thanks, Granz.”

---

Cedric really didn’t know what to expect for the home Granz was taking him to. For all he knew it was a cave in the side of a cliff...though, the forest floor seemed so flat that that kind of struck him as unlikely. His thought was that it was likely to be something simple, no frills for someone who lived there but didn’t seem like a complex fellow.

But the reveal surprised him. It was a surprisingly large cabin of sturdy construction, densely built and actually looking quite comfortable. In fact he could even see light shining through the windows, breaking through the dense gloom of the forest. He couldn’t help but marvel at it as they approached. “Wow...this is...so big. Did you build this all yourself?”

Granz snickered a bit. “Yeah...wasn’t like I wanted to bring anyone else in here to help out. Wasn’t that difficult with the help of dragon magic, especially amped up like it is around here. Had to wait until the mist was lighter to do most of it, but it was worth it. I guess I don’t really NEED the kind of space I have in here, but I just feel happier with it...and anything that makes me feel happier takes the edge off of being here all the time.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m not gonna judge. Easier for anyone who ends up here as well…”

“No doubt. Come on in.” Granz pushed open the door and Cedric followed him through. Immediately he felt a warmth inside, quite soothing compared to the somewhat chilly air of the woods. It was easier on his eyes, too, with torchstone lights all over that make it easy to see. It was an incredibly homely place, he felt a real sense of being welcome...being in here, he could imagine almost forgetting about the darkness outside.

The easiest thing to notice about the interior was that it was almost all one large room - there was only one small separate room off to the corner, which Cedric suspected was a lavatory. Everything else was immediately visible - the cooking and dining area, the bathing pool, the dragon’s bed, the large common area, and what looked like a study area with lots of books and scrolls. It wasn’t like Granz had much need for privacy, so it made sense...the openness was almost its own comfort, it didn’t feel confined or cramped. The nice high ceiling must have been there for Granz to occasionally stretch his wings, as he didn’t really see anything up there of other interest. The décor had a quaint feel to it, not exactly highly decorated but with some nice pieces of furniture and the occasional interesting object sitting around.

“Well, this is it...not all that much to look at, but it’s a nice place, I’m pretty happy with it.” Granz waved an arm around invitingly. “You want to partake of anything, be my guest...though, I just ask that you don’t mess up anything I’m working on in my little study corner.”

“Sure, I doubt that’s gonna be my focus anyway. What are you working on, if it’s no issue asking?”

“Nah, not a problem. I actually write some scrolls and tomes on occasion, for magic stuff that’s a bit more complicated than the average person can master but still useful. I don’t have a ton of need for coin but sometimes it’s nice to get some stuff and splurge a bit. I also play around with dragon magic a bit, try to come up with some spells that could be helpful for me, or something that can break through the mist’s effects. And on that note, I’m also trying to study any patterns to the mist that could help me understand it and control it better...if I could figure out a way to control it with an object or something, I’d have more freedom to be out and about a bit more.”

“It sounds more impressive than anything I do. I just do woodworking and design carving...really basic stuff, really. I mean, it keeps me afloat, but I wouldn’t say I’m swimming in money...heh, I probably wouldn’t be buying second-rate Teleport Scrolls if I was.”

“Nah, everyone has their niche and your skills have their place just as mine do. You work on commission?”

“Yeah, people want specific pieces or designs and I try to match them. It’s tough, though, there’s a lot that you can’t take back when it comes to working on wood...I get people complaining all the time that I didn’t do it right and they want me to change this and that, and then whine that it’s taking too long or get angry when I tell them I can’t just put wood back on the piece. Sometimes I think I should find a dryad or something to help me out, but I doubt I could afford an employee.”

“Some people are just impossible to please. Not me, I tend to be easygoing...life’s not worth getting bent outta shape for tiny things. There’s more important stuff to get worked up over. Fancy anything to eat or drink?”

Cedric shook his head. “Mm, not really...I think I’d like to sleep for a bit. I kinda need to shake off some of those nerves...maybe when I wake back up.”

“Heh, sure. I don’t have a second bed but I do have this.” The dragon went over towards a chair that looked wide enough for at least two and fiddled with the frame a bit, and eventually brought the back down flat. It looked kind of like a makeshift bed, and not that different in size from what Cedric was used to. From a cabinet he retrieved some bedding supplies, which he laid out to make it look rather inviting. “After the first couple unexpected guests I made sure I had something for them to rest on. Don’t really want to leave them on the floor, and as hospitable as I might be, I don’t like to give up my own bed.”

“Best if you don’t have to. Thank you. I hope I’m not disrupting anything by sleeping now…”

“Nah, you’re good, I’ll probably sleep as well. You lose all sense of time in this place, so sleeping when you feel like it is kinda standard. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks...good, uh, night, Granz.”

“Sleep well.” With a wave of his hand, the torchstone dimmed down, not fully going out but leaving only a very dim glow in the house. Perfect for Cedric, he didn’t like sleeping in perfect darkness...though, the mist glowing through the window might have made it less than perfect. He slipped off his shoes and settled into the makeshift bed...it was a bit unusual but felt more or less fine, and his fatigue helped ensure he fell into slumber quite easily.

---

Cedric expected that the unfamiliar surroundings, his odd circumstance, and the somewhat makeshift (if still welcome) accommodations might make sleep a little harder or less comfortable than normal. As it turned out, there was a bit of peculiarity with his sleep, but it had nothing to do with any of those factors.

And everything to do with him dreaming of Granz nailing the living daylights out of him.

He’d woken up rather suddenly that...he decided to call it morning just for the sake of keeping his mind together. He knew immediately that it had all been a dream, but a fair few afterimages stuck with him...Granz putting his weight down on him, spreading him wide with a spear he never saw, pounding him without reservation, not hurting him but getting plenty rough, displaying the sheer power he had over Cedric. And he had responded as thoroughly as he could imagine, moaning and crying and begging for more, showing more wanton need than he’d ever done in his actual life. And though these fleeting images of sexual excitement were naught but in the ether, he could feel the aftermath of one very tangible result in the stickiness around his groin, and the lingering boner he possessed.

It was bizarre to him, to say the least. Granted, Granz had a form that was relatively easy on the eyes for a dragon...but he was still a dragon, not something Cedric’s fantasies in that vein had ever touched before. He was no virgin, though admittedly he’d been in a dry spell for a bit as the stresses of work had made it harder to seek out that sort of companionship, but he certainly didn’t think of himself as desperate, nor did he ever get that wild or expressive. And Granz hadn’t ever made the suggestion, not even hinted at it, so it wasn’t something that he could blame the dragon for planting in his mind. Confusing, part of him didn’t want to try to read into it but it was sticking rather stubbornly in his mind.

He looked over at the dragon’s bed, wanting to see if Granz was awake...and was momentarily dumbstruck. If Granz was up, he was still laying down as if asleep, but one part of him was VERY much awake...he couldn’t see it directly under the covers but the tent that it made was almost big enough for him to crawl into. He tried briefly to pretend that he was just seeing a leg or something rather than THAT, but it was a feeble protest that fell flat even in his own brain. Even without a direct line of sight, the unquestionable size of it took his breath away - even at a conservative estimate, he was sure it was thrice his own, admittedly unimpressive length.

Then Granz yawned and rose to a sitting position, masking the sight of it. Though, when he looked over at the red-faced human, it was clear the human had seen what he’d been feeling...Cedric could hardly have hidden it. “Erm, sorry about that...hope I didn’t bother you with that…”

“N-no, it’s fine...natural reaction, happens to me too. Just...wasn’t expecting the, uh…”

“Altitude?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t blame you, most don’t. Kind of puts a lot off of trying it...even though I keep telling them I’m a dragon, I’m magic, it’s not gonna hurt, they get it in their heads and there’s nothing that I can say to settle them.” Granz stretched and yawned again. “Still, didn’t want to make you uncomfortable...not something that happens to me often. Oof, oh, maybe that’s why…”

It took a moment for Cedric to register what Granz was talking about. His foggy mind had kind of forgotten about the outside, thinking the light draining in was the morning sun...but when he actually took a look, he saw little but a thick sheen of the glowing mist. If he’d thought it had been bad last night, this put that right into perspective. “Oh, wow...does that...happen often?”

“Not really. Every now and then the mist ramps up really thickly...I don’t know what causes it. It usually persists for a while, which could make getting you out a bit more delayed...good news, though, is that after it clears there’s usually a pretty low period, where it’s easier to enter and leave. So we wait it out and you should be good.”

That was something, at least. “Well, okay then...but is that a problem for you? You think it’s why…”

“Mist this thick just gets me...amped up more than usual. As natural a response as, heh, this here...does tend to make relief a bit harder to come by, but I’ll manage. Just give me a few minutes to try to get back to decency here.” Granz made a move to rise up.

“Oh! Uh...I’d like to, um, clean up a bit,” Cedric said, squirming a bit in the sticky mess he had under his clothes. “My clothes, too. What should…”

“Oh, yeah, that’s no problem. There’s a clothes washbasin next to the bathing pool.” He pointed to a small wooden object standing up not far from the pool, that didn’t exactly look like much at all to Cedric. “Just throw them in, let them get cleaned, the water’s enchanted so you don’t have to add anything. I don’t use it all that much, don’t wear much unless I’m out on a trip, but it works well. And then you can just go in the bathing pool after...same deal, the water’ll help you get clean.”

“Okay, thanks.” It was something, though he’d probably have to spend some time in the buff around Granz...but, then again, Granz hadn’t exactly seemed to care much about covering up. Granted, dragons tended to be a bit different about those sorts of things anyway...and then his train of thought derailed Granz tossed off the covers. He didn’t let his gaze linger, instead quickly getting to busying himself with disrobing while the dragon headed to the lavatory...but he had seen the full glory, and it had made his heart skip a beat. The thing looked beefier than his arm, pointed at the tip and with three fleshy spikes flaring out at the base of the head, and a thick bulge at the base that looked like it couldn’t fit in anything smaller than a full feral dragon. It should have been a frightening thing to behold, and yet, while the image lingered as if branded on his brain, fear wasn’t really there…

He shook his head, unable to really parse through these feelings. The weirdness was just increasing...but now Granz was occupied, and he could start taking care of himself. He pulled off his clothes, balling them up and carrying them to the object that Granz had pointed out. Opening it up, he saw a basin filled with water...it looked just the tiniest bit shimmery, just enough to assure him that something wasn’t ordinary about it, and it was in a constant state of slow rotation. He put his garments in, not really sure what to expect out of it, but hoping that it worked as well as Granz claimed.

Then it was into the bathing pool. It was a bit larger than the personal bathing pools or heating pools for some of the richer clients he’d catered to, but probably about the same comparatively - if they had eight feet of dragon to take care of they’d have something about this size. Which meant it was definitely a bit on the large side for him, but fortunately the depth wasn’t an issue, being pretty manageable as he sat on the ledge underneath, getting up around his neck but not quite to it. The water wasn’t shimmery, this water actually looked pretty normal, but that at least he knew was intentional; something about obviously enchanted water seemed to put people off of spending too much time in it.

Initially he’d wanted to just dip in, clean off, and be done, but the water was warm, soothing, pleasant, and he quickly changed his mind. After all, he wasn’t going to have anything to wear for a while - even after being cleaned his clothes would have to dry, and there didn’t appear to be any shortcut for that. He could afford to be patient...it wasn’t like he was going anywhere. And it wasn’t like Granz would mind if he wasn’t covered up, the dragon clearly wasn’t the shy type. So he let himself soak, trying to settle his body and mind. At least, most of his body complied, though...that hardness was still there, a stiffness that wasn’t letting go, making him think he needed to crank one out like Granz was probably doing. Though, he felt incredibly self-conscious about doing something like that in someone else’s home, even in privacy...maybe waiting out would be better. He still didn’t get why he was so worked up, though the difficulty getting that dragon dick out of his mind might have been part of it...that, though, was just as confusing as anything. He shouldn’t have been so thirsty for a dragon, not just out of the blue like that...he knew some humans liked that kind of thing, it wasn’t that the idea repulsed him or anything, but to just suddenly have that come on, and so hard? Harder than even Granz’s thick tool…

Which suddenly made another appearance. The dragon emerged from the lavatory, looking a bit abashed as his hardness was still jutting out from between his legs. There was no avoiding the eye line this time, but it didn’t look like Granz was bothering with that as he approached the bathing pool. The flush increased as Cedric could clearly see a light dollop of something at the tip…

“Sorry about this...this bugger’s super persistent today. Think it’s all that mist...it can make this happen sometimes. You mind if I join you?”

“N-no, go right ahead. Sorry, I’m just...gonna be a bit unsure about how to respond to that for a bit.”

Granz grinned a bit, though it clearly had a bit of awkwardness behind it. “Wasn’t anything I planned to show you, I swear. Don’t worry about unsure, I don’t blame you, not exactly the way I want to present myself to a guest…” He sank into the water, disturbing the surface a bit and making Cedric rise up to avoid some of the movement catching his face. “Rraah...maybe a bit of time in here’ll settle things.”

Cedric half-wanted to say that he could already say otherwise, but the last thing he wanted to do was call attention to his own boner - no conversation that followed could go well. Now that it was closer, though, he could see something that he’d missed before - small, rounded bumps dotting the length of the shaft except for the head, in a decidedly steady pattern. His mental image updated accordingly, without his volition. Trying to put something else up front, he scrambled for conversation. “Where...did you get a pool like this? Can’t imagine there’s a vendor in this cursed place…”

“Heh, that would be something, wouldn’t it? The worst possible peddling location you could imagine...it took a fairly taxing teleport spell to get it from the city. You might know how it is, you can teleport objects with you but it’s harder. Well, with something like this, I didn’t want to take much of it apart, since that messes with the spells that keep it from degrading. So I did a teleport straight from the city...that took a good bit out of me. One of the few times I actually took advantage of Ethyrie Forest’s tendency to mess with warping. Maybe I shoulda gotten help from a scroll, but I can be stubborn about relying on my own power sometimes. But once I had it here, building around it was pretty easy.”

“Worth it?”

“Totally. Biggest piece I had to deal with, made everything afterwards seem like a piece of cake. And this kinda bathing pool is such a nice thing to have...I told you the water was safe to drink around here, but I just don’t really trust it to keep me clean. These things are self-contained, cycled through the holding tanks, so I feel like it’s reliable.”

“I always wanted one myself, but there’s no way I could afford it. And that’s if I even had a place to put it.”

“Yeah, you either need big property or a place all set up for it, or a place where you’re already building and can just put it in. And then there’s the people who put one outside...they’re kinda nuts, I think.”

“Well, not every outside is as unwelcoming as this one.”

“True. Glad you enjoy it, though. Not often that I get a chance to share it with anyone. The occasional person who comes through, they’re usually not interested. And that’s without me being exposed and unable to settle down...I half-expected you to run screaming out the door.”

“Well, that place out there is way more disturbing than that...”

Granz chuckled. “I got the feeling you’d say that.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Well, mainly by the way you’ve been inching closer to me, and can barely take your eyes off of it.”

Cedric started - it was true, he was close enough to Granz that he was almost touching the dragon, within reaching distance of the dragon’s cock. He hadn’t even realized what he’d been doing...what was with him? This wasn’t how he usually was...and yet, now that he was this close, he could feel his heart racing, and it wasn’t in panic. Never mind that a dragon with such a strong, muscular frame and such height was right next to him, he couldn’t feel anything but the interest, and the need. “C-can I...put more than my eyes on it?”

“Heh...if you want. But I’m pretty riled right now, cuz of the mist...do too much and I might have trouble holding myself back.”

The warning didn’t go unnoticed...he could see, the way the dragon was breathing rather deeply, there was a tension in his body that was noticeable, not like he was stressed out but like he was primed. Cedric would be playing with fire if he played with the dragon...and yet, he couldn’t stop himself. His hand went to the head of the cock, fingers wiggling the pliable fleshy spikes at the fat end of it...his other hand quickly went to the pointed tip, rubbing experimentally and getting a growl of satisfaction from Granz. A growl that almost commanded him to keep going, which he did, barely a thought towards the sensation of order and obedience.

Now his hands trailed down to the body, rubbing and stroking gently, feeling around those bumps...they were a bit more solid, not flexing like the spikes did, just tough nubs that he imagined would feel quite interesting along the inner walls of someone’s body. Maybe his body...again a thought almost imposed on him but that he didn’t argue with. Down he went towards the thick bulge...a knot, he thought it was called, from jokes he’d heard about other creatures, or maybe about dragons too, he couldn’t really remember. All he knew was that it looked crazy huge...did that really go inside? How did it fit? Then again, if Granz could get the rest of this behemoth into someone, the knot was probably little different…

He was leaning towards it a bit...the head was poking out of the water. And without knowing why, he wanted to taste it. His lips kissed the tip, tongue sliding over it, taking in the taste. An odd flavor...at the same time musky and heavy, yet light and airy. A discordant flavor that he nonetheless processed as excellent...and with his next lick, he got some of the dragon’s precum, which took those flavors and added a saltiness to it, which his mind decided was even better.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his head, and before he knew what was happening, he was shoved down on the cock, the tip piercing slightly into his throat as his face was dunked into the water. Fear gripped him for a brief second...until an accidental breath brought air, not water, into his lungs. Instinct was quelled as he remembered - enchantments on the water of bathing pools, ensuring that drowning was an impossibility. He didn’t know how they worked, only that they did...and that was good enough, as the discord of being underwater yet breathing took a back seat to pleasuring the dragon’s dick the way he wanted.

The sheer size of the dragon’s cock made his tongue feel trapped, all he could use was his mouth now, and that didn’t seem to be enough. The pressure on his head was forceful, he knew what Granz wanted, without the dragon even saying it, it was like he was remembering from his dream...he pushed himself down, letting the fleshy spikes into his mouth and passing the tip of the cock down into his throat. Surprisingly, he didn’t gag once...that was definitely magic at play, heck even being able to get this in was certainly the effects of dragon magic. Now he knew what Granz was talking about much more clearly - it was one thing hearing it, another experiencing it. And with that knowledge came an eagerness, as he worked himself further and further down on the dragon’s dick, letting the bumps rub against his tongue and palate, and eventually his throat as they went further.

Granz wasn’t letting up the pressure from his head, ensuring that he could only go down...it was clearly what he wanted, he wanted deeper, and Cedric couldn’t even think about refusing, and couldn’t even think about how he couldn’t think about it. Pleasuring that cock, pleasuring the dragon, was on his mind so powerfully, no fighting it, and no wishing to. And it was his own pleasure, the heavy and light double-flavor was a constant on his tongue and in his nose...he didn’t think about how he could manage to draw air in despite his throat being crammed with dragon dick, he just took in the powerful musk, penetrating through the water as his nose got nice and close to the dragon’s slit and he felt the knot against his lips.

And then Granz changed it up again. Both hands grabbed his head, and pulled him back a bit...before he felt the dragon push, forcing his cock knot-deep again, with a loud growl muffled by the water to Cedric’s ears. It was rough, beyond anything Cedric had ever truly experienced, and yet...he couldn’t and didn’t fight it. His hands now removed from the equation, he found the dragon’s knees and wrapped his arms around them, letting his head be used as Granz saw fit. That cock was being dragged out of his mouth and then jammed back in, all he was really doing on top of it was humming and trying to swallow, to tense up around it...that was all he needed to be doing, Granz was doing the hard work.

And Cedric had never been so aroused and thrilled in his life. He could feel his cock pulsing, squirting pre into the water around them, he wasn’t making contact with anything yet it felt like he was on the verge of cumming right there and then. Being nailed in the throat like this, he’d never once imagined something like that before his dream, and yet he was doing it without a hint of reservation, servicing a creature far bigger and stronger than him without the slightest hesitation. And it felt so normal, so right, like he belonged to Granz, was the dragon’s happy and eager plaything…

Suddenly Granz began to pound extra hard, hard enough that Cedric thought he was going to try to force his knot into his mouth...not that he would have resisted that any more than anything else. But it didn’t get that far...a deep snarl occluded by the water was all the warning he got before a pulse of cum forced its way into his gullet. And then another, and another...the speed and volume was crazy, the first few shots feeling unexpectedly filling, before Granz suddenly pulled back and the cum filled his mouth. Just as he tried to swallow, that dick was back in his throat, making him merely taste the dragon’s seed - heavy, oily, musky, salty, with hints of sweetness and lightness that came over top, making his mind light up with pleasure…

And then suddenly he was cumming, too - his seed spitting out into the water, cock throbbing madly despite not a lick of stimulation to any part of his lower body. Like he was being rewarded for giving such pleasure...and in only encouraged him, he slurped and sucked and moaned as that cock was being ground against his lips, body being filled with hot seed and loving every second of it.

Finally, he felt the shots taper off, and his own orgasm came to a rapid end afterwards...those strong dragon hands finally pulled him off the massive shaft, and he rapidly shut his mouth to hold in the last bits of cum he still had on his tongue. Granz finally lifted him above the water, the emergence almost a bit disorienting...when he finally got a sense of himself, his eyes settled on Granz, the casual expression replaced with something viscerally powerful and controlling...the desire to cede was immediate, even though nothing had been issued to cede to.

Without so much as a word he was pulled up fully out of the water as Granz rose up, held against the dragon’s body almost possessively and clinging to him like he wanted nothing more than to be possessed. Granz carried him over to his bed, not a thought towards the water dripping off of them onto the floor, and tossed Cedric onto it rather roughly, the human landing on his back and bouncing a bit. Before he could get reoriented, Granz was on top of his, a wild look in his eyes, the look of almost animal intensity, of a clear loss of control over himself. He looked bigger than ever in this position, looming over him and filling almost his entire field of vision.

One big clawed hand grabbed his wrists, then the other...brought up over his head, both were held fast in the grip of one of Granz’s hands and pinned down to the bed, ensuring not even the barest opportunity to escape what was coming. Utterly unnecessary, yet Cedric loved it, wanted it precisely that way. His body was yanked taut as Granz’s now-free other hand grabbed his thigh and pulled, putting Cedric’s entire frame under tension and ensuring he wasn’t going to move around much...then he felt the tip of that enormous cock press up against his ass, a slight gush of precum the warning about what was going to follow it inside.

His mind begged for it, even as his throat failed to produce more than a delirious moan.

Whether or not the dragon understood the meaning behind the sound, Granz did exactly what was desired. His cock surged forward, piercing the human’s tight ass and barreling in straight up to the knot. Cedric jerked in the tight grip, not even able to arch his back from how tightly he was held, unable to do anything except revel in the pure pleasure of being pounded open by the luscious dragon dong. It was a furious stretch, a wild rubbing from those spikes and bumps, and all of it felt amazing, in an instant it had already dwarfed all his previous experiences. His need more for peaked, but he still was at a loss for words...but Granz clearly understood.

The moment of time Cedric got to simply experience the thickness embedded stably inside his body was brief, as Granz suddenly jerked out and then slammed back in at a furious pace. Cedric’s voice revived, but only for wild, airy cries of bliss as he felt the sensations romp up further inside him - those spikes around the dragon’s head rubbed fiercely against his walls whenever Granz pulled out, and then the bumps raised a nice burn inside him when he powered back in, the friction persisting despite the increasing wetness from Granz’s precum. Each drive in battered his prostate hard, putting him on the verge of cumming once again, torrent after torrent of pleasure wracking him...his heart was pounding ever harder, his breathing ever faster as he was taken almost exactly how he had been in his dream, exactly as he had wanted to be ever since waking from it.

And Granz’s grunts and growls were adding to it, the clear sounds of power and pleasure mingling together and leaving an indelible impression on him as he was forcefully pounded. Every thrust and growl that hit together impacted him, made the desire to belong to Granz stronger in his mind...to serve him, be at his command, give him pleasure at his whim, something he knew he would love as much as life itself. Cedric’s own moans and cries got louder as these feelings got stronger, encouraging Granz to take control of him and give him exactly what he desired. His body clung to that thick cock harder now, forcing Granz to pull harder to get out and making the spikes catch his walls more firmly, almost clawing through them, a visceral sensation that made it feel like an even deeper mark was being left on him.

It wasn’t long before Granz started to smack his knot against the human’s tight hole, adding even more pressure to Cedric’s body as he threatened to break him open at any time and trap him on it as he blew his load into him. Oh, how Cedric wanted that to happen, his squirming intensified as he tried to push himself on it futilely whenever it smacked into him. He wanted to beg, to get Granz to stop teasing him and plow it in like he knew the dragon could, and yet also didn’t want it to end, wanted to feel this pleasure and rush for as long as he possibly could. As Granz’s snarls got louder and deeper, though, he knew it was going to be a fantastic finish very soon, and twisted side to side a little bit to stimulate him further, goad him into finally giving Cedric what he so craved.

Finally, Granz let go of Cedric’s wrists, his big mitt grabbing the human’s other thigh and holding him tight as he slammed forward, embedding his massive knot into Cedric’s ass firmly. Cedric nearly screamed as his climax hit HARD, seed shooting out forcefully and splattering onto the dragon’s scales, moments before he felt Granz’s orgasm take hold. Suddenly the full feeling seemed like a fiction, as he was filled WAY more than he had been before - the first gush of seed alone felt like ten, and that was just the start of it as it pulsed deeper and deeper into him, adding to the pressure in his gut and making him feel like he was going to be pumped to the bursting point. And he loved it, desired it, needed it as much as anything he could ever imagine, it sustained his own orgasm beyond what he knew he had, keeping him spurting everything he had in his balls all over Granz and himself.

And even when Cedric himself went slack, Granz just kept going, grabbing and holding him tight in his arms and jerking back and forth just slightly as he packed as much cum as he could manage into the human. Cedric’s cries had faded to weary but blissful moans, his limbs all clinging to Granz as he felt the cum pump into him and fill him up to the point where he could feel it stretching him a bit. Such a lovely stretch, keeping him nice and full of his dragon master, allowing only a tiny trickle to escape past that knot and leak out his rear, a tickle that felt a soothing and enjoyable counterweight to the force on the rest of him. He did nothing more now than bask in the presence of the mist dragon, resting himself as his body endeavored to contain more of that gushing seed.

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Cedric wasn’t entirely sure if he’d fallen asleep, or just gone into a wonderfully mindless state of happiness for a while...either way, there was a return to clarity when he felt Granz shift a bit, rocking slightly into him. Granz’s cock hadn’t left him, or even softened in the slightest, just as persistent as it had been earlier, though it didn’t feel like he was shooting anything more into Cedric at the moment. There was a slight pudge from the sheer volume, though not as big as it felt like...yet, he wouldn’t have minded adding to it.

One thing was for sure...he knew, intrinsically and undeniably, that he was owned by Granz now. That he belonged to him, would do anything for him...a feeling that was oddly desirable and satisfying. He never would have expected wanting that, certainly not this much, without any prior desires for such a thing, but it didn’t seem to matter, he was locked into this state and had zero wish to ever separate from it.

He felt Granz’s hand rub his back, and the dragon rolled a bit at looked down at him with a pleasant smile. “Well...I can’t say I expected that...but that was quite enjoyable.”

“Mm...I’d say so, too...you were so wonderful, Granz…”

“As were you. And I can tell I left an impression. And I’m not talking about that bulge there. Can’t deny I’ve always wanted a human to belong to me, though, I didn’t expect it to actually happen. Especially not like this.”

Cedric blushed. “Neither did I...never had any desires like, like this before. For dragons, or for being...a slave to a dragon...I don’t know why I suddenly started feeling that way…”

“Hm, I think I know…” Granz’s claw trailed through the sticky dried mess on their bodies from what Cedric had gushed out. “The mist...I suppose it made me lose control, more than a little bit. I told you it amplifies my magic but makes it very chaotic...it was probably leaking out all over the place and influencing you. Suggesting my desires to you and...giving you ideas.”

Cedric nodded slowly. “M-maybe...that was why I had the wet dream…”

“Yes...but, if you hadn’t been receptive to it, it wouldn’t have made YOU so willing...you wouldn’t have obeyed if you didn’t want to obey. That kind of chaotic energy, it’s good at making things messy, but it doesn’t have real control, so anything that comes out of it, it’s born of one’s own feelings. I ramped it up because I could tell...you were doing what I wanted without me even saying it, the absolute minimum possible pressure and you responded. My magic could never have done that to you...that was all you.”

“...I never imagined…”

“It’s not a typical thing to imagine that...some desires are buried deeper than we know. But it’s done now, and that’s how it’s going to stay. Even if I knew how to undo it, with both of us wanting it this much, we’d never be able to overcome that.”

“I wouldn’t even dream of it. I want to be yours that badly, never gonna regret for a moment that it’s a done deal.”

Granz nodded with a happy little growl. “Very glad to hear that...I think I should be able to add a little woodworking annex to this place. Maybe set up some kind of relay that can get orders through...might be a bit tricky with the mist, but better than having to go drum up business all over the place.”

“I’d like that a lot…” Cedric replied with a warm smile. “But...at the moment...the mist is so thick you can’t see, and you’re still on a high, aren’t you?”

“Rrr, yeah...I’m gonna be this pumped until the mist dissipates.”

“Mmm, and I think that means I am, too...so...why don’t you yank that knot out of me and then show your eager new slave just how wild you can get?”

Granz’s grin took on a much harder tone as he readied his grip on Cedric. A slave was good, but a slave who goaded his master into using him? Couldn’t have dreamed of better...and all just a happy accident. “With pleasure.”