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Try as I might, it's difficult for me to remember the circumstances that lead me to being stranded on that island so many years ago. I can recount nearly every detail of the island itself and the entirety of my time spent there with my draconic friend; however, the events of the crash and how I got there remain a completely mystery to me. I don't know why the plane went down, and its pointless for me to speculate because I truly have no recollection of what happened. I was half asleep when the plane began its decent, and as you could imagine, what only remains as a series of blurred images and flashes of unexplainable horror. What I do recall was the absolute terror I felt and the extreme sense of panic that overwhelmed me as I plummeted to the earth. Perhaps the event itself scared me to such an extent that my mind blocked it out, and for that I'm truly grateful: I would never want to remember something like that.

Before I start describing what happened on the island itself and the creature I met there, I'd like to let you know a little bit about myself, so that you can understand the context of some of the events that took place. I had always lived a very quiet, secluded life: not really knowing many people and always preferring to do things by myself rather then with a group. I never considered myself odd for my behaviour, it was simply the way I preferred to live. Large amounts of people always bothered me, and I never liked going out to dance, drink, or do most of anything that others found so enjoyable. I worked a desk job at a travel agency, and although such a position was hardly rewarding, I was satisfied with the payment and the hours, which was good enough for me. More often then not I would simply retire to my apartment after work and either read, draw, maybe watch some television, or do anything that would help me unwind. I was a huge fan of fantasy novels and the creatures within them, which was largely the inspiration behind the few drawings I usually created. The few people who've seen my drawings say I'm really good, but I'm not so sure. Its not like I'm making my living that way, it was simply a hobby. Whether or not people enjoyed my work was never my concern, but it brought joy to me whenever my drawings were appreciated, and rewarded me more then partying and going out ever could.

That wasn't to say that I was completely inept at socialization: I had a few close friends that I would occasionally meet with for various, tame activities, but after a long time spent with them, I would always crave the seclusion of my apartment. I never thought of myself as abnormal for behaving the way I did, it was simply who I was: an aspect of my character that could never change.

Anyway, the reason I tell you this, as I said, is for you to understand the reasoning behind some of the decisions I made. I became stranded on that island when my flight to New Zealand went down over the water, which as mentioned, was an event that I cannot remember very well. Why did I decide to go there you might ask? In all honesty, it was because I just felt like going. Why else would you go?

So when I say that for my 27th birthday I decided to go to New Zealand by myself for about a month or two, you can appreciate that despite how others might consider such a decision rash or odd, I thought nothing of it. I didn't know anybody else who wanted to come with me, and I always preferred doing things by myself, so why not? I will admit that suddenly pulling myself away from my bland, yet comfortable lifestyle was an abrupt decision that might seem too, shall we say too 'wild,' for my personality but my curiosity got the better of me. Also, for me the choice wasn't so abrupt because I had originally planned on going perhaps over five years ago, and now, finally, I decided to act. Heading across the world without anyone else was my way of adding a little variety to my life, and even people like me desire to switch things up every now and then.

I purchased a ticket about two months prior to the scheduled take-off, told the few people I kept in close contact with of my plan, and just left. I had quite a number of vacation weeks stacked up at work that I had to use by the end of the year so I took them all at once. One whole month of paid vacation: boo ya. I packed a large, heavy suitcase with me and a small bag to bring with me during the flight and left. In the small bag I had a few books, some granola bars, my wallet, an unopened bottle of water, a digital drawing tablet, and my ticket. The contents of the other bag don't matter because I never found it.

Any other details leading up me being on the island are probably unimportant and not worth mentioning. What I can remember are small snippets of me being on the water, having somehow managed to survive and find something to float on. It was nothing short of a miracle that I lived, and the records show that I was the only one who made it through that crash alive.

What's important about my story, and the reason your probably reading this, is what happened to me once I found myself stranded on a remote, unidentified island in the middle of the ocean. Although many people might not believe me, I can assure you that I wouldn't have survived without my scaly friend to accompany me. People might call me crazy or delusional, or possibly accuse me of imagining this dragon on account of me being extremely lonely during my time alone; however, I can assure you that my friend was real. I don't have proof, and I probably never will, but I spent more then enough time by myself to become accustomed to the feeling of being alone.

And if it weren't for him, I never would've survived...

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The first thing I remember about waking up was the sand.

My entire body ached from exhaustion and my head felt heavy as I laid upon the beach of what would become my home for the next few months. I was disoriented and hadn't opened my eyes, but I could still feel the sand underneath my hands and head, which was soft and warm in the noonday sun.

I stayed that way for moment, resting my tired body, until a particularly large wave came crashing down behind me, enveloping the bottom half of my face in water. As hurt as I was, I snapped to attention, unceremoniously coughing and gagging as the water went into my mouth and eyes. I was soaked from head to toe in the same clothes I had worn on the flight, which clung to me in a heavy, damp, uncomfortable embrace. Lifting myself off the ground and spitting the salt and grime out of my mouth, I stood up and took in my surroundings for the first time.

With the sun high in the sky, I found myself on a patch of land similar to what you would find pictured in advertisements for a tropical paradise. The sand at my feet had a soft, white colored hue that shone brightly, and after about thirty or so feet, a large stretch of palm trees, bushes, and other overgrowth populated the interior. Aside from the beaches and the foliage, the only other notable landmark I could see from my position was a distant series of cliffs over to my left, which were the same color as the sand.

As I finished studying the island I turned and looked behind me, staring out across the vast expanse of ocean. Much to my dismay, there wasn't a single land mass or boat in sight and it was at this moment I suddenly realized the true nature of my predicament. I wish I could tell you that I immediately starting working to survive, but that would be a lie: I wept like a baby. For the first hour or so, I just sat there in the sand, letting the waves lap against the soles of my shoes, cursing my misfortune when in reality, I should've been happy to be alive at all.

I can't tell you how long I sat there, doing nothing but cry in despair. My inability to act or even think about trying to survive in the beginning was a terrible mistake all on its own, and would be the first of many to come. Like most people I suppose, I had an extreme lack of survival skills, and when I finally pulled myself out of the sand and thought about what to do next, I really had no idea. It was no joke when I mentioned earlier that I probably wouldn't have survived my experience without the help of the dragon, and don't worry reader: he's going to be making an appearance shortly.

The first thing I did after I finished moping was head to outline of forested area towards the centre of the island to remove my wet clothing. Having sat in sun for a good long while, my now slightly damp clothing felt rough and slimy against my skin after being wet for so long and picking up sand as I waded ashore. There was nobody else around (or so I thought), so I found it likely that the local plant life wouldn't be bothered by the sight of a naked man.

I found myself in a more relaxed state once I had removed all my clothing, and although I was more comfortable, this was perhaps another mistake. At the time, it never occurred to me how valuable my clothing would be in a situation such a mine, or that it was possible for me to lose them at all but, it was wrong of me to display such careless for my belongings, even if I thought myself alone.

After I had found places among the foliage to hand my clothes, and walked back to the beach I had washed up on and began search up and down the water-line, trying to find anything else that may have washed up with me. When I didn't find anything, I walked back to the tree-line, hoping to maybe explore the depths of the forest for food.

In all honesty, I had no idea what I was looking for, but I figured it was a good excuse to explore, and something to do other then sit and grovel. The last time I had eaten and drank something was on the flight, and I had no idea how long ago that had been. I began the search from where I left my clothing, pausing to grab and put on my shoes. They were still wet, obviously, but I had no intention of hurting myself by stepping on something sharp or poisonous as I walked through the overgrowth. I could stand the temporary discomfort.

Ill skip over the boring details of my fruitless attempts to find food and get right to the important bit. After I explored the forest for about three hours, finding nothing, (God I was useless), I decided to make my way back to where I left my clothing, having mentally designated the spot as a sort of base camp.

As I previously thought I was alone, you could imagine my surprise when I walked back into the clearing to find the bag I had been carrying on the flight, sitting in the middle of the clearing, with some of my clothes scattered around it. At first I was relieved that I had recovered something from the flight, but that relief was quickly replaced by fear as I realized that the bag couldn't have simply shown up by itself: someone must've put it there.

For a moment, I stayed crouched behind an outcrop of palm trees, scanning the forest around me and looking for the person responsible. I considered calling out, but I'll admit that I was frightened, and I didn't knowing if giving away my position was the best thing to do given my unfamiliarity with the island's inhabitants. After a while, I stood up and moved forwards, grabbing my bag, the rest of my clothing and heading back to the beach. I walked until I was near the edge of the water before sitting down to study the condition of the bag, which other then being wet, seemed to be coated in some sort of drool, almost like a dog's but thicker. Everything in my bag was completely soaked, but nothing seemed to be missing. My wallet and its contents were mostly ruined, but the water bottle was still intact. The books were a sloppy mess of drenched pages that collected in the bottom of the bag in a large pile of soggy, unreadable filth: so much for passing the time with a good story.

Searching my bag further however, I found my drawing tablet to miraculously still be intact, having somehow survived the crash in its hard plastic case with minimal damage. Turning it on, I discovered that the device had about fifty percent of its battery left, which was good enough for about four or five hours of work. I remember thinking that at least I would have something to do while I starved to death.

Regardless, I took a small sip of the precious liquid in my water bottle before putting it back inside the bag, being extremely careful to not spill a single drop. I also took a single granola bar and devoured it on the spot. I was hungry, but I decided that one would be good for the time being, as I only had three more and no idea where I might find some food. Conserving my food supplies was probably the only smart thing I did during the start of my time on the island.

I had no idea who had found and given me my bag, (for it had to be someone), but for the time being, I considered that person my friend. Although I didn't know it at the time, that was the first of many times in which the dragon would help me without my knowledge. The saliva on the edge of my bag was obviously the dragon's though I didn't know it at the time, and he must've known the bag was mine from the smell. My friend was very shy at first, but it wouldn't be long before he mustered the courage to show himself.

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Over the course of the next few days, I continued to be useless in my attempts to survive. After the first day, I had eaten all of my granola bars, drank all of my water, and still hadn't found a reliable food source. I had tried breaking a large stick to create a makeshift spear but so far there didn't seem to be anything else living on the island except for me, and the fish were much too quick for an unathletic loner like me. My attempts to fish with the spear simply left me empty-handed and extremely frustrated, as the fish seemed to possess the reflexes of Spiderman, and were already darting away from me when I was halfway through my thrust. Perhaps the only success I can take credit for is being able to start a fire, albeit after about fours hours of continuous trial and error. Despite this triumph however, all my other attempts at surviving were complete and total failures.

Once again, I cannot stress how important the dragon was in my survival.

My friend helped me a number of times after I failed repeatedly in my own exploits, often leaving me supplies at the original spot where I had found my bag. He must've noticed how useless I was, and taken it upon himself to become my island nanny. Though I really wanted to know who my helper was, I respected the fact that he or she was shy, and never really tried to trick my assistant but staying behind to catch a glimpse, (not yet at least).

The second time I went foraging in the woods and found nothing, I came back to find a dead mouse and a few rabbits. When I made the spear to go fishing and came back empty handed, I discovered a nice, plump fish, resting in the middle of the floor on top of my shirt. Thought I still haven't been able to get the smell of seafood out of my clothes, I was eternally grateful to whomever was helping me. I also found that if I left my water bottle in the clearing behind heading off, I would come back to find it filled to the brim with clean, cool water. The only peculiar aspect I found on the bottle was the presence of a thick, syrupy liquid smeared on the outside that seemed to be a slimy sort of drool. More then once I tried calling out into the depths of the forest, asking if this person would please show themselves but to no avail. For the first few days, it seemed like this person wished to remain anonymous: a silent, mysterious helper.

On the fifth day however, I finally met the beast that had been helping me, though it didn't really go as well as I'd planned.

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It was on that day that I decided to try and catch a glimpse of my helper. I was extremely curious in meeting this person and discovering why he or she was simultaneously helping me and keeping their distance.

And so, at about mid-day, I took my horribly made spear, and walked towards the beach for another of my fruitless attempts at fishing, leaving my water bottle in the clearing once again. My clothes had sufficiently dried by this point, and because I now knew that I wasn't alone on the island, I had put them back on. If there was another person on this island helping me I had no intention of being naked for our first meeting.

After I made it the edge of the water and gave a few experimental thrusts, I circled around and doubled back. After I reached the spot, I noticed to my delight that my water bottle was gone, which could only mean that my friend would hopefully be making an appearance shortly. Crouching down low in the underbrush and making sure I was well hidden, I waited for the return of my friend whom, at the time, I was expecting to be human.

You could imagine my shock then, when it wasn't a human that came prowling back into the clearing.

It only took about ten minutes, but after a short amount of time, I heard tiny sounds of movement coming from the foliage to my right, announcing the arrival of whoever had been helping me. Lower my head and holding my breath, I waited, hoping that this person wouldn't see me. When the noises reached the edge of the clearing however, I didn't see a person, but rather, a dragon.

At first I thought it was simply a large crocodile, but that theory quickly went out the window when I noticed that it had wings folded against his back. Stopping at the edge, the dragon scanned his curious, blue eyes over the forest, looking to see if anyone was there. I nearly gasped in alarm when his eyes passed over me, but he didn't seem to notice. Once the dragon was satisfied that there was nobody there, he walked into the middle of the clearing I got my first good look at the beast that would eventually become my friend.

The dragon stood with his head about eight or nine feet off the ground, while the rest of his body was about the size of a small truck. Thick, dark blue scales covered most of his body, save for a few patterns of light blue that decorated his hide and an underbelly of the same color. His long, thick tail stretched out behind him into the bushes, which silently twitched back and fort as the reptile worriedly looked around, searching for anyone who could be lurking nearby.

As I watched the dragon, absolute fear gripped and froze me in place. The creature in front of me had a long, fearsome set of claws and teeth that decorated the tips of his toes and lined his mouth. I was convinced upon first glance that this creature had killed whoever had been helping me, and was now here to search for me: his second course. It didn't occur to me at first that the creature was helping me because of the extreme fear that overwhelmed my thoughts. Dragons of course, don't exist, and upon seeing one, I was terrified to such an extent that my mind had nearly gone numb inside my skull. I didn't know what else to do but keep watching and remain perfectly still, hoping the beast wouldn't notice me.

When the dragon got the middle of the clearing, he took one last look around before lowering his head to the ground. Opening his fanged mouth slightly, the dragon lowered something out of his mouth onto the ground, carefully laying it upright on the flat ground so that it wouldn't tip over. As I stared, I couldn't help but give a small gasp of surprise: it was my water bottle!

Though the last thing I wanted to do at this point was give away my position, my small intake in breath had alerted the beast to my presence. The dragon jumped slightly in alarm and fumbled the bottle, which dropped on to the ground and started to spill out on the ground. With a small grunt of what I thought was dismay, the dragon quickly picked up the bottle, saving about half of the liquid before turning his head sideways, keeping the bottle upright and looking at me with a shocked, cross-eyed stare.

Though I laugh at the look my friend gave me now, at the time, having the beast suddenly notice me terrified me out of my wits. I wish with all my heart that I could tell you that I did something different, but I ran. I let out a small yelp and hauled myself onto my feet, stumbling once as I bent down to pick up my fishing spear before I clumsily sprinted out of the foliage. I booked it as fast as my legs could carry me out of the forest and onto the beach where I turned, gripping my silly little spear in a defensive position as I backed away. At the time, it simply didn't register that the dragon was friendly and had been helping me all along. My instinctive reaction was to distance myself as much as possible from the beast, and hope that somehow I could intimidate the monster into backing off.

As I stood about twenty feet or so outside of the forest, the dragon padded into view. I held my spear at the ready and tried to keep myself from shaking, though I didn't know how much of a chance I'd have had if the dragon actually decided to attack me. Rather then move towards me however, the dragon merely walked a few feet outside the line of trees and stopped, eyeing me curiously, with the water bottle gripped lightly in its jaws.

We both stood there for what seemed like minutes, staring each other down. The encounter enabled me to finally study my companion with a little more detail: the dragon had a large, cavernous chest that curved inwards as it reached his middle to form a rather skinny belly. The dragon's hauches, in comparison, were quite large as well, with two muscular legs supporting each side and his thick, strong tail sprouting out of his rear onto the beach. Other then the blue scales, the beast had a set of spikes and horns that protruded from the top of his head and ran down the length of his neck. He had a small bit of webbing on each of his cheek as well as in-between his toes, which suggested to me that he was a very good swimmer. The broad expanse of his scaly flank shone brightly in the mid-day sun, which enabled me to notice the impressive set of muscles that stood out even under his thick skin.

I remember flinching slightly when the dragon began to move towards me, which caused me to take a step back and hold my spear higher, hoping to strike a more intimidating pose, (though how I could ever look threatening to a dragon I have no idea). My movement however, did cause the beast to stop. Slowly lowering his head to the ground, the dragon gently released the plastic bottle in his mouth, pressing downwards into the sand so that the bottle remained upright. After he was sure the bottle was standing, the dragon gave me a disappointed, sad look before he turned around and moved silently back into the trees.

I remained perfectly still for several long moments before I allowed myself to relax. I can't remember how long I stayed there, waiting to see if the beast would come back, but I do know that once I had the courage to move, the sun was almost setting.

I moved up the bottle, watching the tree line in fear that the dragon would return, before grabbing it and quickly moved back a few paces. The water inside was warm from having been in the sun for so long, but it didn't matter: warm water was a small price to pay for evading a dragon. I now realized that the slimy, syrupy liquid I had found on my bottle earlier must've been the dragon's saliva, and that it had been the one helping me all along.

Why was he helping me? I remember asking myself. A reptile that large should have no problem making a meal out of me, so why help me instead?

I had no answer to such questions as I slowly made my way back to the clearing where I had left my clothes. I figured it was time to move them and try to find another spot to sleep, preferably high up in a tree. One doesn't exactly begin to trust a giant reptile in a single encounter, and I had no desire to let the beast sneak up on me while I was distracted.

It was a shaky start to say the least, but over the next few days, me and the dragon slowly came closer together. And as you will see, this encounter was merely the first stepping stone towards a long, rewarding friendship. _________________________________________________________________

The next few days, as you might imagine, were much more interesting then the first five or so I spent by myself. I tried to go about my routine of teaching myself how to fish and forage, but with the dragon now constantly dropping off random goodies, such efforts became more and more pointless.

Unlike before however, the dragon felt no need to hide himself from me. As strange as this sounds, I think that the beast was originally scared of me, or perhaps just a little shy. After I tricked the dragon into revealing himself, the beast didn't bother trying to remain undetected at all, but rather followed me around constantly like some sort of faithful pet. As I sat on the beach or lay hidden in the woods, I would almost always see the dragon prowling off in the distance, or simply laying down, sprawled across the warm sand. If he ever tried to approach me however, I would always stand and hold up the spear, to which the dragon would snort and continue with whatever he was doing.

One time I saw him swimming out on the ocean and as I predicted, the dragon seemed to be an excellent swimmer. As I watched, the beast would stare downwards, intently watching for movement under the water before suddenly diving down with a ferocious push of his hind legs, his tail trailing slowly behind him before disappearing entirely. A few moments later, the reptile would come back to the surface with a large fish clutched in his mouth, which he would then flip into the air and swallow whole on the way down. The bobbing motions of his head reminded me of that of a pelican or a large bird of prey as the dragon gulped down his meal, the fish only making a small indent in his scaled neck as it was consumed.

After the dragon had eaten a few fish for itself, he would catch one last fish and bring it back to the beach for me. He would always try to approach me, but like before, I would stand and hold my sharp pointy stick at the ready. Though I doubt it could've hurt the beast, he always stopped where he was when I held up the stick and regarded me with a sad look before setting the fish down and sulking back into the forest.

Though I feel regret in showing the dragon such hostility in the beginning, the shock of sharing the island with a creature that shouldn't exist was ever present in my mind, and I couldn't trust him right away even if he was helping me.

Over the course of the next few days after our first encounter however, my original mistrust began to make way for an overwhelming sense of curiosity. The fear was always there, but as the dragon continued to help me, I found myself welcoming the appearance of the beast, and enjoying the inevitable appearance of his now familiar scaled body.

It was on...perhaps the fourth day after we first met...I think...that progress was finally made.

Against my better judgement, when the dragon approached me with a fish in its mouth again, I decided to try and let the beast approach. Though I kept the spear close at hand for my own pointless self-assurance, I decided to quell my own fears on the matter and allow the giant reptile to come close, for better or for worse. Back home, I hardly even let my own kind come anywhere near me, so you can imagine how big a step this was for me. Plus, the shy behaviour the dragon demonstrated towards me could simply be a ruse for him to eat me without any resistance, and he was using the food and supplies to fatten me up: there was always that possibility.

I gave a small gulp as the dragon slowly approached me with his head lowered, a fish gripped in his fearsome looking maw. As he got closer, I could see the intelligence in the dragon's eyes; he seemed to appreciate the uniqueness of this particular encounter, and that any sudden movements could startle me into trying something stupid. Keeping his head low, the dragon approached me, almost crawling along the ground in the least threatening way possible. As the beast was but ten feet from me I began to think that allowing the creature this close was a mistake, but I was too scared to move, and it was too late to do anything about it anyway. Making a quick dive for the spear would not only be pointless, but also ruin the any chance of foraging a better understanding with the beast.

The dragon stopped when it was but a few feet away, letting his face hover almost directly in front of mine, with the fish still gripped in his mouth. Hot air washed over my face as the reptile exhaled and a heavy, dry stench reached my nose. I could hear the rumble of the dragon's chest as he breathed in and out, calmly regarding me from up close for the first time. Crouching down even further, the reptile drooped his head downwards and dropped the fish right at my feet with a soft splat. I stared at the fish for a moment before returning my gaze to the large, scaled face in front of me. I considered reaching out to touch it, but once again, my instinctive fear of the creature had frozen me into inaction. It seemed that neither one of us knew what to do at this point, and we both continued to stand there, waiting for the other to make the first move.

After a while, the dragon let out an impatient huff and sat down upon the sand, his haunches impacting the ground with a muffled thump. Though the movement caused me to jump slightly, I tried to remain still as the reptile continued to study me, a curious expression now etched on his scaly countenance. It took all of my effort to prevent myself from bolting when the dragon lowered his head and began to sniff me. I could hear the dragon's nose sucking in oxygen around my head, and watched as his nostrils flared in interest like a large, scaled vacuum cleaner. There was a soft rustling behind the dragon's back as the reptile unfolded his giant wings, which blocked out the sun and cast me in shadow. Powerful gusts of air buffeted my hair and the skin on my arms as the beast inhaled my scent. Behind the dragon, I could see his tail twitching back and forth across the beach, pushing the sand left and right with its thick length. Though it would've been easy for me to reach out and touch him, I kept my hands stretched out to my sides, not wanting to disturb or perhaps alarm the beast with any physical contact.

When the dragon was finished, he exhaled against my chest with a soft grunt and moved his head back up into its original position, staring at me once again. As the dragon sat there in front of me, I felt that some sort of progress had been made in allowing him to smell me. The small amount of experience I had with animals is that they always seem to trust you more if you let them sniff you first, and because the dragon hadn't attacked me yet, I figured that now might be a good opportunity for me to reach out and feel him. Moving forwards a tiny bit and reaching out with my hand, I made as if pet his shoulder until suddenly, without warning, the dragon craned his head down, opened his mouth, and gave my face a slimy, warm lick.

I yelped in terror, thinking that the dragon had decided to eat me, and fell backwards, landing on the sand and pushing myself backwards in a pathetic, backwards crabwalk, stopping about five feet away before collapsing and shaking with fright.

When I looked back up at the dragon, I swear this is true, it looked like he was smiling at me. I know its difficult to imagine, but the corners of his scaled lips were twisted upright in some sort of draconic grin similar to someone who had just pulled a rather amusing prank. Looking extremely pleased with himself, the dragon then stood up and walked back into the forest, swishing his tail behind him before disappearing entirely.

I lay there for a few moments, letting the saliva on my face slowly drip down onto my chest, completely stunned and confused at what had just happened. __________________________________________________________________

After that particular, shall we say "event" occurred, my fear of the dragon decreased exponentially. Sure it was slightly intimidating having a rather large, reptilian animal walking about but at least I knew for certain now that he had no intention of eating me. Besides, having him around offered a welcome sort of company that hadn't existed during my first few days, and even someone like me begins to crave companionship after being alone for so long. Also, In spending more time with the dragon, I began to conclude that my new friend longed for company as well, for he always seemed to stay close to me every hour of the day, venturing off only at night and on rare occasions during the day, possibly to look for food.

I had given up trying to teach myself how to sustain myself. My survival skills were absolutely miserable so I just let the dragon do the hunting for me, even if it meant eating fish three meals a day. The pathetic spear I had constructed now acted as a simple walking stick, and though I kept it close by, I never felt the need to raise it in self defence against the dragon, whom I now let wander as close as he wanted. In the short time I had spent on the island so far, my clothes had become tattered, smelly and grimy, mostly because of the dragon's spittle which he felt so keen on sharing. Although I had kept them on around my friend to feel more secure, after a while I simply felt no need to wear them anymore. During the first few hours I wandered about naked, I could feel the dragon's eyes on me, staring with curiosity, though after a while, my friend began to behave normally once again.

Curiosity, in fact, was a quality my friend displayed quite often when he was around, which was an aspect of his personality I found quite humorous at times. Though I hadn't turned on my drawing pad yet, figured one day, when the dragon was sitting in the sand quite close to me, that it would be a good idea to try drawing him. After all, what better a reference then an actual dragon sitting right in front of me?

The drawing took me about four hours, with me rushing a few parts to make sure I finished before the battery ran down. As I drew, the dragon watched me with a thoughtful expression, his tail twitching in the sand. My only response was to give him a small smirk, motioning him to stay where he was while I continued my work. After about four hours, I completed my drawing, rushing a few parts to make sure I was finished before the battery ran out. Much to my amusement, when I showed the drawing to my friend, I saw his eyes go wide with disbelief. Clearly he'd never seen anything remotely similar to the strange device I held in my hands, so when he saw a likeness himself drawn on the screen, it surprised him quite a bit. The spines on his neck were bent low, his brow was raised about as high as it could go, and the corners of his mouth were twisted in a confused grimace. The expression was quite comical to me, and although I wish I could've drawn him some more, (especially that face he made), I would never have had enough time to finish it.

Due to the extreme amount of time he spent following me, I could only conclude that the dragon had been even more lonesome then me, and was now enjoying the company of another intelligent being. I don't know how my scent could've possible been any different from one hour to the next, but that didn't stop him from sticking his nose right in my face every time he approached. Each time he got close, my fear of the dragon lessened and it wasn't long before I worked up the courage to reach out and run my hand along his snout, remaining cautious of any sudden glints of amusement in his eyes to warm me of an impending lick.

It became apparent to me after our first few encounters that I should give the dragon a name. I didn't know if it was my responsibility to name him, or if he already had one, but I did want to try and get his opinion on several ideas I had in mind. Obviously I didn't have any resources to find a suitable name for a friendly blue dragon, so one late afternoon, when he was sitting quite close to me on the beach, I started to call him names. "Sky" was the first one I tried if I remember correctly, which was a little short in my opinion, but I tried it anyway. When I spoke, the turned to look at, raising his brow ridge slightly in another one of his amusing, curious facial expressions. I repeated the name once again, gesturing towards him in an attempt to make him understand. After a few more repetitions and over-exaggerated gestures, understanding flashed across his scaly countenance; however, rather then react positively, his own response was to dig his hand into the ground and shovel a handful of sand over me.

I heard him chuckle as I brushed sand off of my chest and spit some out of my mouth. It seemed that "Sky" was an unacceptable name. I didn't know if he understood what the name, or any of the other names I tried truly meant, but he certainly knew how to demonstrate his displeasure. No longer needing to gesture, I called out names as they popped into my head but none of them received his approval. I didn't really think many of them were suitable names for a dragon myself, but my imagination in such matters seemed to be quite limited.

I don't remember how it crossed my mind, or why my friend liked it, but eventually I did call out something he liked. The horrible names I had come up with were repeated for so long that the dragon's enthusiasm in shovelling sand over me had diminished to the point where he simply flicked a small handful my way. He stopped however, when I exhaustedly muttered the name, "Celto." At that name, he stopped throwing stuff at me and stood up, his face lighting up in approval. I stared back at him in surprise, repeating the name once again, this time with more energy. I barely had time to react before the newly named Celto gave me a small nod, picked himself up, and walked into the forest. And that was how my friend was unceremoniously given his name.

I don't know why he liked it, but fore some reason the name suited him quite well. After that, Celto seemed to enjoy my company a great deal, and I could never go anywhere without him being at least ten feet from me at all times. That isn't to say he wouldn't leave at times, but when he did, I would always look forward to his return. Other then the now mundane activities required for our survival, we passed our time together with a random assortment of whatever activities we could come up with. I had no trouble approaching the dragon, and sometimes I would find it rewarding to walk up and touch him, running my hand along his face, side, and sometimes even his tail, always being mindful of the sharp spines on the back of his neck. And of course, in my explorations there was always the risk of him licking me, which he wasn't afraid to do to any part of my body, if you get my meaning.

Such antics played their part in developing our relationship. I know that once again, this might be an odd thing to say, but I believe me and the dragon were practically the same being. We were both creatures used to passing the time by ourselves, never finding much reward in another person's company until now. Though Celto wasn't human, obviously, I had finally found someone with whom I could spend an extended period of time without feeling the need to escape, or go back to an old, lonely apartment.

As I got more comfortable with my companion, his playful attitude began to have an effect on me, and I soon found myself sharing in his antics. It was difficult to participate in any sort of physical games with Celto because of his size, but occasionally I would find an opportunity to enact revenge on the beast for licking me while I was unaware. I had a suspicion that my friend would always hear me approach, but in spirit of the game, he would let me sneak up close to him while he was lying on the beach or wandering through the woods. When I got close, I would smack him with the stick, either on his shoulder, his middle, or his tail and then I chase would ensue, always ending with him catching up to me and licking me until I was soaked in dragon saliva, pinning me lightly to the ground so I couldn't get up. When he had finished putting me in my place, sometimes Celto would stand there overtop of me, staring at me with those deep blue eyes before lifting his paw and backing up.

During those moments, I'm not embarrassed to say that I felt somewhat of a physical attraction to my friend, and it was easy to see that he shared my feelings, though we both didn't know how to act on them at the time. Though we were both comfortable with each other's presence, physical contact between us remained infrequent, and usually only occurred if we were playing a game with each other, or if I simply patted the upper parts of his body. Whenever Celto chased me in fun however, I would usually let myself get captured, simply to feel the scaled skin of my friend's foot hold me down. As he stood over me, holding me down in triumph I would feel an immense calm wash over me and shivers run down my spine.

I found this troubling at first, (but not any more mind you), that I could be physically attracted to a dragon, but I simply couldn't help it. More and more I found myself sneaking glances down between the dragon's hind legs, trying to take a quick peak at his privates or even his tail hole. My curiosity was rewarded on more then one occasion when my companion was unaware I was studying him, though I always felt guilty immediately afterwards, like I was worse of a friend for being a voyeur without the dragon's knowledge. There were times when I thought the dragon was taking looks at me when I was naked, but due to my own fascination with him, I figured it was simply my imagination conjuring what I wished to see. I wanted more then anything to act on my urges, but I was terrified that such an action would damage our friendship. Though I couldn't prevent myself from looking every once in a while, I made a promise to myself never to do anything that might put me and the dragon at odds. Celto was my friend, and I would do everything in my power to respect him.

Though I didn't know it at the time, such situations would eventually blossom into something much more intimate between me and my friend. It would take a little while longer, eventually one of us did work up the courage to show our feelings for the other. _________________________________________________________________

Part 2

The significant event occurred when I finally decided to follow Celto on one of his little ventures for food. About mid-afternoon, when we were both lying on the beach, my friend picked himself up and began walking towards the outline of trees. Before heading directly into the woods however, the dragon stopped by a small gathering of rocks where I'd left my empty water bottle, grasping it in his mouth. Instead of letting my friend gather resources by himself once again, I got up and began to follow him. Celto turned around and regarded me with a curious expression when he noticed me behind him. When I motioned for him to keep going, he let out a small snort and kept walking, swishing his tail back and forth along the sand. I kept my eyes fixed on the dragon's hindquarters as we marched our way through the foliage, which was scarce for the most part because of the massive body clearing the way in front of me. After little over an hour of walking, we came to a clearing in which a small pool of water resided, its clear surface shining in the small gaps of sunlight that stretched through the trees.

Looking over at my friend, I saw the dragon already bending down into the water, dipping the front half of his muzzle under the clear water to fill up the bottle held gently in his mouth. The light hitting the water reflected upwards and bathed the dragon's scales in a mesmerising pattern of white light. As I continued to watch my draconic companion hunch over in the water, I realized how beautiful he truly was; the blue hue of his scales shone in the reflection of the water, casting a pale, blue glow on the forest around him. I'd never seen a more handsome creature.

After refilling my bottle in the pool, Celto turned and led me out of the clearing. Though I didn't know where we were going, I followed without protest, immensely curious at where the creature was taking me. As I jogged behind him, I couldn't help but stare in fascination at his scaly tail and haunches as it bobbed in front of me. The thick tail of the beast swayed back and forth as he moved, preventing me from getting too close, but I was able to catch the odd glimpse of a scaled slit in-between the dragon's hind legs, and oddly enough, a plump set of testicles that swayed when he walked. Once again I felt guilty for staring at my friend without his knowledge, but after witnessing his majesty standing next to the pool of water, I couldn't help but feel an immense attraction to him. Also, when you're walking through the forest with nothing to look at but a giant reptilian ass, you're bound to stare for at least a little while.

I believe we walked for a good two hours before we finally reached our destination, which happed to be a tall stretch of sand-colored cliffs, most likely the ones I noticed in the distance when I first arrived. I couldn't be sure how tall the cliffs actually were, but if I had to guess, I would say probably about forty or fifty meters. Though I didn't see anything noteworthy at first, Celto gave a slight nod of his head, motioning for me to follow him past a rather large outcrop of rocks. As I walked around, I found myself looking at a rather large cave that led into the side of the cliff. It was a small cave, for I could see that back even from where I was standing, but it looked to be just large enough to provide shelter for my companion, which I confirmed when he walked inside and laid down, curling up into a ball on the ground.

At first I thought he was going to simply fall asleep, leaving me to find my way back; however, after a few moments the dragon lifted his head, staring at me for a few moments before lifting his wing up off the ground, motioning for me to approach.

I honestly didn't know how to react to Celto's proposal at first. As the dragon laid there with his great blue wing opened, expectantly waiting for me to approach, I stood completely still and dumbfounded, wondering if he would be insulted if I declined the invitation to cuddle. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to accept, but I was nervous about where such an encounter would lead. I was terrified that my physical attraction would make me do something my companion wouldn't like, and possibly jeopardize our friendship. I wasn't wearing any clothes, I'd left them back at the beach and I only used them when I was going to sleep for warmth. When I looked over my shoulder however, I changed my mind when I noticed that the sun was beginning to set. It would probably be dark long before I managed to make it back, and besides, opportunities to sleep with a dragon come but once in a lifetime, I would just have to control myself. My new friend was offering a new level of comfort between us, and when I thought about it further, I was more then happy to accept.

Celto watched me as I slowly approached and crawled up next to him, stopping right as I reached his middle. Once again I reached out with my hand and patted the rough scales on the side of his chest and studying every aspect of his body, practically hypnotized by its beauty. It took all of my willpower to prevent myself from touching or looking at my friend below his waist. The scales of the dragon's chest and belly were surprisingly smooth under my touch as I ran the palm of my hand along his flank, which rose steadily up and down as the reptile breathed in and out. His body was very warm, and after a few more moments of feeling, I leaning forward and put my head against his belly, listening to the deep sonorous hum of his chest, coupled with the steady thump of his heart. I don't remember how long I sat there, resting my head on this magnificent creature's side, but I'll never forget the pure elation I felt in that moment.

Then, as I sat there with my head against the dragon's side, his wing descended over me, blocking all light and encompassing me in a warm, comfortable embrace. I turned onto my back, resting my back and head on the scales of his belly. Though I felt my body rise and fall in time with the dragon's breathing, I found the sensation incredibly soothing. Completely encased in darkness, I closed my eyes and listened to the low rumbling of his chest as Celto drifted off to sleep. Rocking back and forth in my friend's toasty cave, it wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep as well.

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The following morning was when we finally took our relationship to the next level. I can easily remember every single moment of our first physical encounter, and I don't think I'll ever forget even one detail.

Unlink all the mornings I had experienced on the island, when I awoke the air was absent of any morning chill. As I slowly opened my eyes and reoriented myself with reality, I was at first surprised at how dark it was, before I heard the soft rumble of the dragon next to me and remembered where I was. A small trickle of light filtered through the soft tissue of the dragon's wings, casting me in a low, purplish glow. Closing my eyes again, I let out a small sigh of contentment, happy in the fact I had spent the night with my friend without incident. Sometime during my sleep I had slid off the dragon's belly onto the ground, and now lay tucked against the dragon's side in a fetal position. Smiling, I let out a large yawn and stretched my arms and legs, only to halt in surprise when I felt the back of my thigh brush up against something fleshy and moist. Unsure of what it was at first, I turned over and opened my eyes, only to find myself staring at the dragon's completely erect penis.

Though I couldn't study it very well in the low light, Celto's penis was easily about two or three feet in length, pulsing in time the beast's heartbeat. It curved downwards a small amount due to the dragon's position, and his hind legs were slightly drooped over it, covering some of the base, but the view was impressive enough. My friend was still breathing steadily on his side, fast asleep, so I carefully approached it to get a closer look. It was a dark blue color, with veins of a lighter blue decorating its length. At the base of the shaft, a large, bulbous knot had swelled to about twice the size of the shaft itself. Other then the knot and a few, soft black barbs along the underside of its length, the dragon's member also had a rather impressive head, which flared outwards every few moments and ended in a pointy, tapered tip. The entire length glistened with moisture as it bobbed in front of me, and in seeing it so close to me, I couldn't help but feel myself growing hard as well. Trapped underneath the dragon's wing with little airflow, the musk coming from the dragon's penis was overpowering, and I found myself inhaling his reptilian scent greedily. I didn't know whether or not my friend was simply experiencing some morning wood, or if the beast had cause to be aroused by a dream of some sort, but either way I simply had to take advantage of the situation.

Moving forwards so that my head was but inches from the tip, I noticed that the dragon also had two, well-sized testicles right behind the knot. Though I had to move my head close and squint in the darkness, barely able to see them because of the dragon's folded hind legs, I could tell they were lying sideways, drooping downwards onto the inside of the beast's thigh.

Holding my breath, I began to move my hand foreword, deciding that maybe I could touch it without waking him, before pulling my hand back. Shaking my head, I tried to put the dragon's penis out of my mind and recollect my thoughts. Touching the dragon without his permission was crossing a line, and though I had looked on a number of occasions, actual physical contact would probably be most unwelcome. I didn't want to damage our friendship or make things awkward through any unwanted contact, so it would probably be best to just leave it alone and move as far away from the dragon's shaft as possible.

As I made to move away however, I found that I couldn't. Looking back, I found myself staring at the deep blue penis once again. Surely if I grabbed it just once...no harm would come of it.

Moving back, I extended my right hand and slowly but deliberately wrapped my fingers around the dragon's shaft. Squeezing lightly, I slid my hand up and down my friend's member, feeling the soft barbs tickle the gap between my thumb and index finger. As my hand continued downwards and finally reached the base, I gave the knot a light brush of my finger before letting go, not wanting to disturb the dragon too much in case my movements caused him to wake. The palm of my hand was slick with moisture, and as I brought it close to my nose, I couldn't help but notice that it reeked of the dragon's dry, reptilian musk. Though I probably should've left it at that, I felt more confident in my efforts now that my first stimulations hadn't disturbed the beast. I reached out once again, hoping I could continue my own enjoyment before Celto awoke.

I sighed in delight as my hand closed around the tip of the dragon's penis. The flesh itself was smooth and warm under my touch, and my hand easily trailed down the shaft once again, which was now slick from the slimy moisture of the dragon's body. I felt the glistening skin twitch in relation to the movements of my hand, and heard soft squelching noises as I squeezed it. I crouched there for I don't know how long, running my hand along the dragon's length and forgetting everything else: mesmerized by the unfamiliar yet welcome experience of touching a dragon's junk. I was so enthralled by what I was doing however, that I hardly even noticed when my friend raised his wing, causing me to squint in shock as the morning light flooded into my eyes. As my vision cleared itself, I found myself staring into the deep blue eyes of the dragon, who was staring at me with a neutral expression.

As you could probably imagine, I had never been more embarrassed in my life. My own obsession with the dragon's physicality had led me to commit an action that was atypical to my usual behaviour. I had no idea how the dragon would react, and for a moment I just sat there on the edge of extreme panic, before quickly standing up and backing away, turning my hips to hide my erection. Though I knew that the dragon probably couldn't understand me, I began to stutter a lengthy apology, making wild gestures to try and convince him that I was truly sorry. I didn't want the dragon to leave me, but I wouldn't of thought less of him if he was at least a little bit disturbed by my actions.

What happened afterwards, as you probably can already predict, was something quite different.

Celto continued to stare at me for a few more moments after I had finished apologizing, his face completely absent of any amusement. Then, the dragon stood up and began walking towards me. I stepped back in hesitation, much like when we first met because once again, I was unsure of what the he was about to do. Standing completely still, I watched as the dragon craned his head downwards to my middle, and gave my erection a long, slimy lick.

I couldn't help but shiver in delight as the beast ran his warm tongue over my genitals. The action, at least for me, was completely unexpected and I barely had time to prepare myself before the dragon licked me one more time. After the second lick, I let out a huge sigh of relief and realized that my friend was simply returning the favour. Stopping for a moment to look at me, the dragon gave me another one of his smiles, only this time, there was something new that I couldn't quite place. It was the same smile he had given me when we played together, only this time his eyes were narrowed, almost as if he were in daze. Although I would've been content with our physical encounter ending there, the dragon surprised me yet again when he backed away a few feet, turned around and lifted his tail, bending over and presenting me the entirety of his backside and letting out a small, lustful growl.

I expected any number of reactions from my friend but I never could've anticipated his sudden desire for me. As his giant, scaled ass hovered in front of me I lost my balance for a moment: almost fainting from the sudden, overwhelming excitement that gripped every aspect of my being. Though my initial exploration of his haunches was slightly hidden on account of the darkness and the dragon's folded legs, every tiny feature of the dragon's rump was clearly revealed in the early morning light. His fully erect rod hung downwards, almost touching the ground as the dragon crouched, watching me study his form. Two, giant testicles sagged just underneath his impressive shaft, which I could now see were the same, light blue color as the rest of his underbelly. What really got the majority of my attention however, was the dragon's puckered tailhole, which was something I hadn't been able to catch a good glimpse of until now. It was a light pinkish color, and probably about the size of the palm of my hand. Though I had gathered all this information in a span of a few seconds, I couldn't help but continue to stare, feeling my excitement building and my dick growing harder by the second.

It wasn't until the dragon gave a light rumble and slightly moved his hips that I snapped out of my trance, looking my friend in the eyes and wondering what exactly he wanted from me. Though I had imagined such an encounter in some of my own, personal fantasies, I found myself quite unsure and nervous of how to proceed, even if the dragon was clearly giving me permission to go ahead.

The dragon must've sensed my indecision because after a few moments of watching me, he craned his long neck around to his backside, twisting the front half of his muscular body all the way around so that his head was positioned to the side of his tail. Though he could barely reach, the dragon snaked out his tongue and dragged it along the left side of his butt, leaving a long trail of saliva in its wake, and keeping his eye fixed on me the entire time. It was quite possibly the most pleasing thing I had ever witness in my life, and as the dragon turned back to his original position, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

Walking forwards, I slowly approached the dragon's haunches, savouring the view as my friend lifted his tail higher, granting me better access. I had to bend down a little bit to get my head underneath his tail, but once I crouched I found myself staring directly at the dragon's tail hole, with his balls hanging just beyond. Reaching out with both of my hands, I grasped each side of the dragon's ass, squeezing a little bit while pulling the flesh slightly apart, to which my friend reacted with a pleasured grunt. Then, with only a small amount of hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the dragon's anus, running my tongue lightly over the puckered opening. As my mouth made contact, I felt my friend physically tense and breath a little louder. To my surprise, I remember the taste being quite pleasant; it reminded me of the beast's saliva, only more pungent and salty. To my left and right, I could hear the dragon kneading the ground with his claws, clearly enjoying the stimulations I was giving him. Confident that he was enjoying it, I continued to slide my tongue over the underside of the dragon's tail, increasing the pressure and pausing occasionally to give a light suckle.

At this point, the dragon had began emitting what I could only describe as a low, humming noise, much like a cat's purr only louder and deeper. The tailhole under my tongue twitched as I continued to lick it, and from the corner of my vision I could see the dragon's shaft pulse in unison with such movements. Sometimes when I paused to kiss or stick my tongue in his anus as deep as it would go, the dragon would flag his tail and I would feel the hole squeeze the tip of my tongue and give a small pull, almost like he was trying to coax it in deeper. In response to Celto's movements, I would sometimes squeeze each side of his ass and pull it apart, widening the opening under my tongue and putting extra pressure on each lick.

I remember staying like that for quite some time until finally I gave the dragon one last, sensuous drag of my tongue and fell down onto my knees. Taking my left hand from his backside, I ran it along the underside of his tail in a tease, letting my finger brush over his now wetted tailhole before bringing my arm foreword to lightly cup his balls. The dragon looked back at me when I did this, and I noticed for the first time that his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, dripping a small amount of saliva onto the ground. His eyes glazed over as I carefully tickled his scaled package with the tips of my fingers, which practically enveloped my entire hand with its size.

Leaning foreword, I put my mouth to the dragon's package and began to lightly suck on the soft flesh, keeping my hand where it was and gently lifting it so I could get more into my mouth. The dragon began hum once again and I felt his giant form shift in pleasure above me as I continued to suck and lick his balls, slurping the soft scales and stimulating them as best as I could. Though I really wanted things to proceed faster, I figured that this encounter was I once in lifetime opportunity, and I wanted to make it last. Though I know my friend did his best to remain still, sometimes Celto would lurch with an involuntary spasm of pleasure, tensing his muscular legs to each side of my head and giving a small hump above me head. Though I couldn't see behind me, I could hear his tail periodically slap the ground, a movement often accompanied by a rough grunt from Celto's gaping jaws. I slid my tongue over every inch of my friend's scaled package, making sure I reached and lightly sucked every part of his impressive sac. After a while, Celto's breathing began to get drawn out and heavy, and with one, particularly vigorous slurp, the dragon shuddered above me, and I saw his thighs shiver to each side of my head. Giving my friend one last light suckle, I let his testicles fall from my mouth, watching as a small line of my saliva remained attached to them as they dropped away.

When the contact between us stopped, Celto turned his head around once again, staring at me with his loving, deep blue eyes. His gaze radiated with primal lust, and small drops of pre-cum dripped out of Celto's rock hard member, which was still moist and glistening with bodily moisture in the cool, morning air.

Letting out a pleasured mewl, the dragon lifted up his hind leg and stepped over me, forcing me to let go of his testicles, and turning about ninety degrees so that I was looking at his side. Now that I was no longer underneath him, I stood up, gripping my erect penis as I did. I couldn't help but smile at my friend as I stood there, who still felt it necessary to show me what he wanted next. His gorgeous blue flank rippled with muscle as the dragon gave me a small show, bringing his chest upright and lowering his haunches to give the air a few small thrusts of his massive hips, providing me with a naughty, lust-filled grin as he did.

Once again, I felt my heart beat heavily in my chest as I walked up to the dragon, my entire body tingling with excitement at what I knew was to come. I hardly expected such enthusiasm from my friend, but it seemed he was excited as well. His tail twitched back and forth and I could see the muscles on his legs tense and twitch in delight. I put my hand on his side as I reached him, dragging my fingers along his side all the way up to the base of his neck before walking a few feet in front of him. Here, there was a large, flat piece of ground that rose up on a slight incline of about three feet, which allowed me to stand at a height just below the dragon's chin. I figured that being raised slightly off the ground would help with our obvious difference in size, and make it easier for my friend to reach me. Taking a deep breath, I fell down onto all fours and waiting for Celto to approach, submitting myself to his will.

I looked back and watched him walk up to me, his large, scaled paws lightly impacting the earth as he purposefully stepped forward. Dropping his head downwards, the dragon wasted no time in preparing me, right away beginning to lick the underside of my balls and anus with his tongue. I shivered as the large muscle massaged my backside, sliding up and down my asshole and leaving slimy globs of spittle in its wake. His hot breath washed over me in thrilled gusts as the dragon noisily slurped away, which pleasantly warmed my naked body. I closed my eyes, losing myself in pleasure as the humid, moist tongue continued to tease my anus. I gave a small gasp when I felt the tip of his tongue shoot inside me, tickling the inside of my asshole before pulling out and beginning to lick once again. To show my friend that I was enjoying it, I rested my head on my right forearm and raising my backside higher into the air, moaning loudly and gasping in pleasure during the right moments.

I can't remember how long the dragon spent licking me, but once my anus was, shall we say, sufficiently moistened, he flicked the end of his tongue a few more times on my right butt cheek and with a playful huff, he began to walk forwards, positioning his massive body overtop of me. His muscled forearms descended to each side of me and his chest block out most of the sun, casting me in a light shade. I felt the soft scales of his belly rub against my back as the dragon slowly walked himself forward, a sensation I found to be immensely soothing. The ragged breathing of my friend was loud in my ears, and I could hear a deep rumble of pleasure from inside the dragon's middle as his moist flesh bumped against the skin of my back. The speed of my own breathing increased as the dragon's penis brushed against me. Chancing a look back, I saw the impressive haunches of the dragon hovering above me, his shaft pulsing in anticipation and leaking a small amount of pre-cum onto my lower back. I continued to watch as he slowly began to back up and lower his hindquarters onto mine, the muscles of his legs standing taught under his deep blue scales. He purred deeply as the tapered head of his dick reached my slick opening, and with a small amount of help from me moving my ass, it only took a few experimental humps for him to find and push the tip of his member into me.

We both let out a pleasured noise in unison, me giving a sharp gasp and him a loud grunt. His belly lightly rested on top of me and I could feel his body hum and vibrate in satisfaction. Lowering his haunches a little more and straightening his tail, the dragon carefully walking his backside closer to me, pushing his shaft in slowly so that he didn't hurt me. I closed my eyes and ground my teeth together as I felt the immense shaft invade me. I didn't have as much trouble taking it as I thought I would, and the saliva coating made it easy for my friend to slip inside.

Though I couldn't really see from where I was, the dragon stopped walking forwards when he had buried about three-quarters of his shaft within me, stopping just before his knot met the skin of my ass. There was a moments pause where we both simply stood there, motionless and breathing heavily. The dragon craned his neck down, looking at me to make sure I was alright. When I gave a slight nod, he brought his head back up to its original position and slowly began to pull out. I could feel the soft bumps of his dick drag along the walls of my anus as he backed out, causing me to involuntarily twitch and gasp in delight.

My companion responded to the noise I made with a happy shrill, and once he had pulled away so that just the tip of his penis remain inside me, he thrust his hips forward again, spreading me apart as his hips rushed to meet with mine. Steadily rocking his body, the dragon began to hump me, pushing into me at a slow, repetitive pace. I heard light squelching noises as my friend continued with his movements, the saliva mixing with the dragon's bodily fluids to create a slimy, thick lube. Occasionally Celto's large testicles would tap the back of mine, kissing the back of my legs whoever the dragon gave me a particularly large rock of his haunches. We both let out pleasured grunts and gasps as we lost ourselves in primal lust. Though I didn't think it possible, I heard the dragon begin to breathe heavier and quicker above me, his hot breath rushing out of him in loud, passionate huffs. Taking a quick glance upward, I noticed that the dragon's tongue was hanging out of his mouth once again, and the same saliva that coated my anus began to drip and pool on the back of my neck.

Bringing his head and the rest of his body lower to the ground, the dragon buried himself deep within me and changed the pace of his thrusting, humping against me with short, quick, rolls of his hips. I reached out with both of my hands to grip his forearms and keep myself centered as the force of the dragon's bulk threatened to push me away. I pushed up against my friend's scaly underside and spread my legs wider, rolling my hips and tensing my muscles in unison with the dragon's movements. I could tell my friend was enjoying it, as he began to arch his long neck and mewl loudly into the morning air, a sound I had never heard him make before, but it was clearly a noise of absolute ecstasy. I kept my eyes closed then, focusing on the movements of our joined bodies and continuing to roll my hips against his, feeling the fleshy ridges of his penis rapidly massage and push me apart as I did. My own pleasure began to steadily rise as I lost myself in the frantic pace of our joined bodies. I began to experience a flood of unfamiliar, pleasurable sensations that overwhelmed every muscle and nerve in my body, causing me to involuntarily cry out in delight.

The rhythm of the dragon's thrusting gained a more frantic and uncoordinated pace as my friend continued to pound into me. I knew at this point that the dragon was most likely getting close to finishing, and I did my best to help him along. Gripping his forearms tight, I pushed myself back against his hips, grinding my backside into his haunches. He responded with a delighted grunt and pushed against me in kind, bending his hind legs and crouching down as far as he could go, widening his scaled thighs so that they spread out to each side as he ground his hips against me. Though I was initially scarred of taking in his knot, at that moment, I lost all thought in my absolute need for him: and I wanted him to be inside me, completely. My heart raced and my breathing was heavy and laborious as I felt a small tingle begin to emerge from deep within me, a sensation that caused me to shudder with delight and give a passionate cry of joy.

Twisting my face into a grimace, I widened my legs and pushed backwards with all my strength, feeling the dragon's cock slip deeper and deeper inside me. Their was only slight pain in taking my friends full length inside me, and it was masked by wave after wave of extreme pleasure. My muscles spasmed involuntarily, and I almost fell down onto the ground as the dragon gave one last, immense push of his hips, sliding his knot into me with a savage grunt.

The dragon gave me a few more small humps before he huddled down over top of me. I could feel his massive form twitching over top of me, the muscles of his chest tensing under his smooth, scaled underbelly resting on the top of my back. Celto's massive, scaled balls rested against the back of mine, pressing lightly against the back of my thighs before clenching upwards as they prepared to unload. He brought his muscular thighs inwards then, squeezing the lower part of my body and raking the ground with his claws. Letting out a high whine of pure bliss, the dragon shuddered above me before arching his back, pushing his hips forwards and letting out a fierce roar.

I felt his dick pulse violently inside me as the first shot rocketed into me, coating the inside of my anus with draconic seed. Warmth spread throughout my insides as Celto's fiery hot spunk continued to pump into me. I could feel the entire length of his shaft throb within me: a thick rope of semen flooding into me with every delightful twitch. It took all of my strength to prevent myself from being shoved down into the dirt. In his pleasure, Celto ground his hips into me, forcefully pushing downwards with nearly the full weight of his haunches. His roar had turned into a pleasured rumble as he breathed heavily overtop of me, humping me lightly as his member continued to pump out his seed.

As the warmth of my friend's orgasm continued to spread through me, the tingle I had felt within me moments before exploded outwards to every part of my body. I clenched down on Celto's member, which I still felt throbbing within me, and let out a small shout as ultimate pleasure flooded through me and into my loins. I shuddered violently and before I knew it, I felt my own penis jump, shooting white lines of cum onto the ground underneath me. The uniqueness of my orgasm had me bending over in delight, and I rested my forehead on the dirt my body revelled in its orgasm. I could feel the spasms of Celto's penis dying down, the semen inside me slowing to a trickles; however, that didn't stop my friend from lightly continuing to hump against me, stimulating me in my own release even as his own began to die down. I felt his familiar, warm saliva on the back of my neck as Celto craned his head downwards to give the back of my neck a few, passionate licks. I can't remember how long I stayed like that, bent over in ultimate bliss as the pleasure of my orgasm spread to every inch of my body.

After a while, I let out a long, drawn out sigh and settled back down into a comfortable position, slowly letting my muscles relax from their previous, tense state. I felt my breathing return to normal, and letting go of Celto's forelegs, I opened my eyes and pushed myself back up onto all fours. Celto sensed my movement and craned his head downwards to look at me with a satisfied, sleepy look on his face. Returning his gaze with a happy smile of my own, I reached out and patted the side of his scaled face, to which he responded by closing his eyes and folding the spines on his neck down in contentment. We stayed like that for quite some time as I recall, simply enjoying each others company in our well-deserved afterglow until finally, the dragon had softened enough to pull out.

Semen poured out of my anus as Celto backed himself out, which dripped profusely onto the already spunk covered ground at my knees. Continuing to back up until he was behind me, Celto positioned his head at my ass and began to lick me once again, cleaning any of the cum that remained. Though I didn't think I could still feel much of anything from the waist down after something like that, I remember closing my eyes and letting out another sigh as the dragon's tongue massaged my ass for a second time. Whipping his tongue back into his mouth with a wet slurp and giving a small swallow, Celto managed another one of his confident smirks before walked over to stand beside me, waiting patiently for me to get up. It didn't take me long to recover, and after a few moments, I stood up and walked over to my friend, who felt the need to give me a small bump on my shoulder with his nose.

Though I almost expected him to try another of his playful games, I realized that Celto seemed, for the first time ever, not in the mood. He pushed against me, bring his chest and neck closer so that I had no choice but to embrace him in a small hug. He brought his wings forward and brought them down over my head, not fully covering me, but enough so that I was fully surrounded by the thin, purple membrane. To describe how I felt in that moment, when we embraced for the first time in our afterglow, I feel wouldn't be able to bring it justice. All I can say is that I believe both me and Celto finally felt at peace with another being in this world, that we had forged a unbreakable bond that would forever hold a place in our hearts.

After a long while, we both slowly stepped back from each other, looking into each others eyes for a few seconds before deciding simultaneously to head back to the beach. We followed the same path back to my spot, only this time I walked with my had on Celto's side the entire time, never releasing my contact with him even for a second.

And I believe I had a slight limp.

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The many weeks I spent with Celto on the island after that day were, as you can imagine, very interesting. With our mutual, physical attraction for each other out in the open, pretty much any kind of contact between us was permitted. Although I've described one of our sexual encounters to you in detail, I can say with confidence that many other such occurrences were undeniably more interesting then that one; but perhaps that is a story for another time.

I stopped keeping track of the days as they went by as I no longer felt the need. Everyday was paradise when I was with Celto, and the longer I spent with him, the more the day simply became a blur, fading into the next. The fantasies of dragons I'd conjured within my imagination had become my reality, my paradise, and I have no intention of leaving.

Here, I've finally found someone who I can spend eternity with, and I intend to stay with him for as long as I can.