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The next few minutes passed by in a blur, memorable to me in the way I was further aroused. The sentry suggested that we both run to the stream naked, since he didn't want to stain any of his armor or loincloth with my seed, and if we stayed well hidden there would be no one to notice that we had slipped off to wash--among other the things we planned to do. It was a flimsy excuse, I thought, since all my semen was on his back and rump; all that would be stained would be the inside of the back of his loincloth and the sheath for his axe, two items no one was bound to notice or care about. Nevertheless, I agreed because I would not have objected if he had pinned my down on the spot and buried his meat in me.

The red lizard told me how The Marquis enjoyed sleeping in, so we would have the stream all to ourselves. He gathered up his coverings strategically, keeping the different items divided between his hands so that he didn't have to hold anything in front of him. I mimicked his actions with my own raiment, until at last I wold holding my sheathed sword in one hand and my staff in the other. The red male didn't wait for me, however, and he took off like an arrow, darting between the trees and daring me to chase. I accepted that dare and chased after him with all my strength, matching him almost equally in terms of speed and agility. It was exhilarating, running naked through the forest, carrying all your clothes and someone else's axe while your penis stuck straight out at full erection. It must have been the adrenaline. I'd never been an exhibitionist and at the moment the urge didn't strike me, but the excitement of the moment swept me up and carried me off. There I was, romping through the woods, naked and aroused, with a lizard whose name I didn't know and whose back was covered in my sperm, to a nearby stream I hadn't before seen so I could pleasure that same male in order to avoid retribution for attempting a magical seduction. It was all so new to me.

We ran for five more minutes through the wood, tall trees, moss, and the stony roots that guided our path to the stream. From what I could tell, my guide knew where the stream was, since he never changed his direction, but I would have gotten lost if left to my own devices. We never slowed and never stumbled, and despite our speed I never tired until the end; it must have been the flexing of his buttocks and the swishing of his tail as he ran ahead of me that ensured a constancy of adrenaline rushing through my veins, and it was almost a shock to me when the red lizard led me to the edge of the stream and slowed down. As soon as I stopped moving, I stumbled and collapsed on my claws and knees on the grassy bank, now suddenly aware of how tired the sprint had actually made me. The sentry made a much more graceful stop, aided no doubt by his full time employment as hired muscle. He slowed to a stop, laid down his armor on the ground, and grinned at my whithering form before pausing to stretch. I could only imagine just how fit he was to be able to run at top speed for minutes at a time and not succumb to the smallest amount of fatigue.

My mind swam in a blur as I recovered from my exhaustion, watching the other lizard stretch his quadriceps, the ones that ran along his inner thighs. He did this by standing on one leg at a time and grasping his spare ankle and holding the heel to his buttocks. His quadriceps bulged even more than they did when not stretched, threatening to rip out of his scales. One at a time, switching after a few seconds. He looked nothing short of godly, the way he was built. After he switched, he exhaled, apparently having held his breath and sucked in his stomach. His abs pulsed in front of me. All while erect. His thick cock swung up and down as his body contorted with the stretch like a spring. It bobbed in the air with a life of its own, one that I wanted to seize and grab for myself. I gawked shamelessly.

"Having fun?" he asked, grinning. I got up weakly and didn't answer him--grinning, nonetheless, and hornier than anything--and walked over to the water's edge to test the temperature of the water with my toe. It was weakly tepid. The red male didn't bother with the temperature, walking right in fearlessly. The water rippled and made room for him, and I watched as he bathed himself in water and sun and the light of the heavens. Birds overhead chirped psalms as the lizard in the water was framed by the trees in a portrait of beauty.

I wanted him so badly, but he was so perfect. And though my own physique was impressive, the red lizard was the pinnacle of perfection. I was destined to masturbate for months over the mere memory of him, not matter what was about to happen. My claw would piston up and down my penis, my other clutching my chest as I cried out to the gods above for one last look at this magnificent creature, and the semen that I would ejaculate would belong to his spirit more than mine. But now that I was alone with him, I knew that if I didn't do everything I wanted with him, I would regret it for the rest of my life. This was more than a one-time fling with a random lizard. This was a moment in time.

"What's your name?" I struggled to ask, pulling my voice out of my throat, trying not to lose myself in his flowing body in the water, rippling with flesh beyond mortal spirit.

"Amarissus," he said nonchalantly, as if his name was nothing more than a leaf falling from a tree. He reached down under the water to let the stream wash under his foreskin. "You?"

"Zedrick," I blushed, feeling blood rush to my cheeks. My heart beat faster than it ever had before. My penis pulsed under the water, sending out ripples that evaporated into nothingness.

"Lovely name. Why don't you help me wash my back, Zedrick?" Amarissus said, turning around to show me his behind. I had to suppress a gasp as I admired the way his smooth, brawny back aroused me. It was like a clap sculpture, molded meticulously by a master who loved nothing more than the body of a lizard, who loved the way the shoulder blades intersected the spine, which dipped and curved until it blossomed into a voluptuous pair of buttocks, supple and soft to the touch. And then, it looked like someone had sprinkled the finest milk all over his body, dressing the meat in a rich sauce. The semen on his butt had been washed away by the stream, but the strings on his back looked like they were starting to crust and dry into a stain. With no time to lose, I reached my hands under the water to gather up some water. But before I started cleaning off the male, I couldn't resist getting a good handful of plump buttocks in my claws. They were like melons, fully ripened, and coated in a soft ceramic glaze. I dared not linger there, and I began to spread water over his lower back.

"Are you going to wash me or grope me?" he asked playfully. His sweet words fed the fire inside me, throwing more coal into the furnace that powered my being. My raging erection got harder, pulsing with a blood struck by lightning and coursing with energy.

"I just want to make your tail mine all day," I said longingly I'd probably never see Amarissus again after this encounter. He was a god; I was a mortal. We were fatefully parted. But if that was our fate, I did not mind sharing my fantasies with him. My bawdy suggestions could only bounce off of him like a stone cast against a steel breastplate. Lustfully, I cupped my hands under the water and brought them out, splashing his back and neck with the clear liquid, grinding my fingertips into his hide. I felt every bump, every muscle and bone as I washed him clean and pressed my body to his, wrapping my arms around him. My stiff length slipped between the crack of his buttocks, and I moaned in pleasure into Amarissus' ear.

"I should hope to get my turn every now and then," the crimson male responded playfully. "And I hope I should get it now." He brought one of claws up to my own on his chest, and I followed his lead as he dipped it into the water and wrapped it around his shaft. Amarissus' dominant aura intoxicated me the closer I got to him, and at the moment I wad drunk with the ale of a thousand pitchers. His throbbing spear pulsed in my grip. I squeezed. He grunted in base pleasure. That was the basis of all lust--the grip of something around the penis, putting friction on the organ until it sputtered out its life-giving milk into a loving womb, a desirous tailhole, a waiting mouth, or an impatient hand.

"Feel that, Zedrick?" he asked. "It wants you. So do I," he breathed in a whisper. "You're beautiful. Gods, you give me the urge to rut. If I could, I would be one with you forever." We breathed and bathed in each other's lust. We wanted the future, but all we had was the present, and having my hand on his penis was an ample time to roll back the foreskin and give him a handjob. His soft breath intoxicated me further as my grip pulled back the tight skin, revealing a bulbous, glistening head, ready to spit out sperm if given enough attention. We stood there for a moment, my hand tugging softly on the turgid meat. I thought he might let me stroke him to orgasm, and I could see him in my mind throbbing in my tight grip as he cried out and let loose gushes of semen, but he quickly pushed my hand off him before I could affect him too much. I had foolishly tried to tame this beast as my own. I was the amateur and Amarissus the master of his fire.

He didn't even need to look at me when he said, "Let me take you," in tones even and firm. My body melted off of him as I pulled away from the commanding predator. He was my current everything, and soon I lost myself to everything but him. I could think of nothing but the emptiness in my body; my pucker ached without his thickness in me. I gave him a smile, a dirty, seductive look as I braced myself against the bank of the stream and I leaned forward. His penis throbbed needfully, and I turned away from him, ready to receive him without question. I did not need to be told to raise my green tail as high as I could. Nor did I try to look at Amarissus as I felt him lay his hands on my firm backside and squeeze. I inhaled sharply, which was a mistake; his musk, excited by the sex and the run, seeped into my lungs, dripping in between the spaces in my heart and melting my senses like acid. This was no ordinary intimacy; I had fallen under the spell of the reptilian paragon.

I gave myself wholly and willingly to the imposing figure behind me as I felt something fleshy prod my tailhole. My breathing became shallow and listless as the object of my desire forced its way into me suddenly. An animal groan fell out of my mouth and took without all my restraint. Amarissus took me slowly out of fear for my safety. His first thrust spread me apart like a boulder clearing brush, slow but unstoppable. And though I had been taken before, a warrior's pheromones had never taken over my mind's faculties before. Even when the apprentice fighters laid into me, we shared our passion with a youthful spirit and vigorous motion. Their hips were lean and their thighs like greased springs. No matter how fast they drove, it was always the agility and not the power that they celebrated. It was only the older students who could truly overpower the senses, turning me onto my back, spreading my ankles with giant claws and moving my entire body with a strong belly. This male was of the latter category, because his raw energy marked him as a male in his prime but with the visage of graceful power borne to every muscle he possessed. I could see in my mind the sun gleaming off of his dark body as he perched himself on my hindquarters, ready to tear into my waiting hide. I wanted him to use all his might, to use his bulging power to move me all at once. My penis throbbed against my green underbelly in animalistic need.

Amarissus penetrated me steadily and slowly, letting me stew in anticipation, waiting for him to drive home his tool. It wasn't long before I boiled over, his sluggish pace moving him like a snail wading out to sea. Taking hold of the stream bank with sure claws, I pushed back with my hips the same way he had done for me when I thought I had fooled him. Amarissus gasped in shock. I gasped in bliss. My buttocks were pressed into the sculpted male's thighs, his spear of flesh swallowed tightly by my tailhole. I squeezed my anus tight around him, prompting another breath of shock onto my back. Amarissus had not expected me to fight so hard for orgasm. In the end, it would be futile; he would be the one to conquer my body in the end, and we both knew that. The mass of lizard lingered behind me, panting in a cool sweat from his surprise and from our heat. I knew not what he waited for. I was adjusted perfectly. My tailhole was molded to fit the girth of his incredible length.

"I thought you were going to fuck me," I said in bass tones, a manic glint in my eye as a turned around to growl at the soldier. He needed no more inducement than to start pounding my backside vigorously, quickly removing his penis, only to push hard into me once again. My entire body rocked back and forth as I lost control of everything. I threw my head back and moaned, my tailhole convulsing wildly around the long intruder. My tail itself was having a hard time staying still; it snaked and slithered all over Amarissus' chest, which probably did not please the lizard trying to concentrate on having sex with me. I decided to wrap it around one of his legs, but my lack of concentration almost made it impossible. It was a miracle that I managed to grip his leg with my tail, my eyes rolling back into my head.

Using his robust thigh muscles, Amarissus began to drill into my backside intensely, grunting as his egg-sized balls--undoubtedly housing the finest of sperm--slapped against my own willing orbs. His previous approached focused on the slow but forceful, now abandoned for the hard and fast. His penis reached into me like no other had done before, probing my depths better than any dildo or student could. While I had previously managed to bump against Amarissus' prostate several times when I was in control, he was now jabbing at the spherical gland ever time he dared thrust forward. I went weak at the knees, and my arms lost strength. My shaking fingers gripped whatever blades of grass they could find as my body began to spray clear precum into the water. I could no longer support myself, and I collapsed face-first on the bank of the stream. This left me in a precarious position--my head down, but my bottom up in the air--and I knew with what was left of my conscious that I was completely topped, mind and body. But I didn't mind; the pleasure in my ass drove out all other thoughts, even the discomfort brought about from the forceful pounding done with such a tool. I moaned as it happened, my bottom clenching around Amarissus intensely. That didn't seem to bother him as he groaned into the air, relishing the ass of a young, muscular lizard as he let one of his claws run over my rounded bottom.

Nothing mattered but the male behind me and in me: the sweet birds, the rippling stream, the swirl of voices in the background were blurry to me. I panted hard, preing more and more as Amarissus lubricated my passage while simultaneously mounting me savagely. He clearly liked it hard and fast, letting his rapid motions talk dirty for him. It was only fit for me to make the basest of noises in response, since I would be unable to respond to anything he said. It was hard enough for me to think about anything with that thick cock filling me and prodding my prostate. The lightning shooting up my spine absorbed everything around me.

The murmurs in the distance grew loud enough for me to notice.

"I-I hear voices," I half-mumbled, half-moaned to the brawny red lizard, almost concerned for my safety but more concerned that he would stop.

"You need not worry," Amarissus said, dismissing my concern, continuing to thrust as hard as ever. If anything, he pounded me harder so I would stop asking such dumb things.

"Will they find us?" I asked lazily. I didn't know what to think. Should I have been embarrassed to be seen in this position, or would they... enjoy it? I hoped it was the latter. Gods, I hoped they would see my rag doll form used so carnally. I closed my eyes and thought about it: knights and brawlers packing muscle and penis and hips one would die for. I convulsed around Amarissus as I daydreamed about more and more sexy lizards, legions of gay lizard soldiers making love and sex and mating with hips so strong, and Amarissus rewarded me for the squeeze with a murr and a harder thrust.

It all stopped. Suddenly there was Amarissus, still lodged in my ass, but completely still. I waited for a second to see if he wanted to say anything, but he didn't. Puzzled, I gave the stiff member in me a squeeze with my passage. He grunted quietly, but there was nothing else.

"What are you doing, Amarissus?" I whined needfully. "Why di--"

It was just then that I opened my fluttering eyes, focused, and saw a dragon. A dragon. Huh? Here? His whiskers were unmistakable, as were the wings folded behind his back. His tail, as well, was longer and more slender than a regular lizard's. The shock of seeing a real dragon threw me into clarity. He towered above the three bodyguards he brought with him by two feet or more. He must have been only a quarter dragon to be that short. He was amazing. His beauty shone brightly, or was it the hormones?

It was hard to tell if he was muscular or not, due to the silk robe he wore around his body. His scales were almost all blue, although I could see a smattering of green scales around his face. It was clear that he was not a full dragon from these speckles, but they did not matter. The green added to the charm of his face, long and stout. I understood at that moment why, for the first time in my life, dragons were royalty. They were monuments of magnificence. If only he were a pure dragon, towering over me at a height of 16 feet!

What was I to do? He spoke not, his eyes fixed squarely on me. My lip started to quiver from the emotionless attention.

"Your majesty," I said, trembling, hoping I hadn't angered the noble. Was it because I had failed to see his approach? Was it because I and another male were having intercourse in his presence? Noble opinion on homosexuality fluctuated among them. Was I about to pay for my crime? My eyes welled with tears, and the dragon said nothing. "I--I--I--" I weakly sputtered, color draining from my face.

"Calm down, man. You are in no trouble," the quarter-dragon said calmly. His voice stopped the fear washing over me, igniting a warmth in my heart that rippled outward into my fingers and toes. "It's alright. What is your name, young man?" He smiled. It was a smile of formality, one of patience more than joy, one of familiarity over the fluctuation of common emotions.

"Zedrick, milord."

"I am Mileao, Marquis of Nordell, Zedrick. You need not fear me; I am accustomed to worldly pleasures... I am merely here to bathe. These three men are my guards," the marquis gestured to those behind him, "as is Amarissus, whom I am sure you have already met, young one," he said to me. His sense of humor was not lost on me, and I laughed shamelessly. Both Amarissus and I were still horny, hard, and waiting to get back to fucking.

"Marzat took over your post a few minutes ago, Amy," one of the bodyguards said. I chuckled inwardly that the male topping me had such a feminine nickname, but any thoughts of laughing were interrupted by a quick thrust forward into me by that same male to silence any chuckles.

"Thank you, Alezei," Amarissus said grudgingly.

"Now then," Mileao continued, ignoring the exchange, "Zedrick, sometimes I like to be entertained while I bathe. Normally... my men will do it for me, but, ah, you seem to have captivated one of them, so I don't think it too much to ask you to do what you can to aid me," He said with a loose grin and a bawdy wink.

"Of course, m'lord," I answered, now more excited than reverent. My arousal bloomed once more as Amarissus shifted in me, and my stiffness soon returned to me as Mileao untied his robe and let it fall to the ground. I had no idea what to expect, but my fantasies could not compare to reality: He was beautiful. He wasn't bulky like his guards, but for a male who looked to be 30 years old he had an awe-inspiring body. He was thin, but all his muscles were suitably defined; he was fit as a marathon runner, but I could see his youth in way his scales held to his hide. He was admirably limber, but not to any extreme. His coat was colored blue and speckled with green, the same as his face.

His wings marked him as a dragon. Only a lizard with dragon lineage that was diluted to obscurity could not have wings. They jutted out from his back like spears stuck in flesh. There was a certain primal awe infused into them; they seemed to stick out abruptly from Mileao's body, like they really didn't belong there, but their sheer size was a marvel of anatomy. His wings extended down, past his buttocks at more than half his total height, and Mileao unfurled them majestically in a gesture of glory and grace. My eyes danced from one wing to the other, trying to register that this amazing being was standing right in front of me. I admired the way a leathery membrane stretched across the bones and caught the sunlight. I would have given anything to have a physique like the Marquis had.

But his body and his colors were not the best part of him. There was something even better. My eyes traced his body down from his face, down his chest, down his abs, and to a penis fit for a marquis. Flaccid and contained in a purple foreskin, his length measured roughly five inches. It was the biggest five inches I'd ever seen. It hung from his waist like a sack tied to the end of a stick. And behind his hefty iron, I saw the biggest pair of testicles I'd ever seen on a reptile. I'd seen big balls before on lizards, but that was an entirely different case. Long ago, lizards developed a genetic mutation to ensure that unused sperm was stored in their testicles for future use. In other races, unused sperm would be disposed of; in lizards' testicles, the sperm would instead build up That way, after finding a female, copulation would be guaranteed to result in impregnation, because the males would be capable of several orgasms.

My first month at the university I had a roommate who once had the pleasure of seeing naked a month after we started rooming. I stole an indiscreet glance at the boy's sac, and I was surprised to see how heavily it swung between his legs. I asked him how he had such giant orbs, and, blushing furiously, he told me that he'd been unable to masturbate since he'd arrived. Poor thing! He said he had no privacy, but I think he was immensely relieved when I told him of my affinity for males. He was probably more relieved, however, after I drained all that excess semen from his testicles with my mouth. After that, he had no qualms about masturbating in front of me. I would sometimes come back to the dormitory after my schedule of classes and find him laying on his bed, naked, pleasuring himself with his mouth or hand. Sometimes, he would let me join him... but that's a story for another time.

"You are not the first to marvel at the size of my externality," Mileao said, noting the expression of amazement etched into my face. "Erect, it has been measured to eleven inches. Would you like... to see how it grows, firsthand?" The blue reptile asked, but we both knew it was more of a command than a request. He waited for no response to his question, since none was necessary, instead sitting down on the ground and spreading his legs apart in front of me. My heart began to beat faster and faster as his enormous meat came closer and closer to my face. Gods, it was the largest penis I'd ever seen. He scooted forward so that his limpness was pressing against my snout. Gasping, I inhaled a great deal of his royal musk, which was much more potent than Amarissus'. It was strong and smelled of power and pleasure at the same time, and my erection jumped at the sensation. Yet, despite its potency, I did not recoil. This was what I wanted more than anything right now--yes, more than an orgy of horny reptiles, and even more than a powerful lizard making love to me.

"Alezei, Goldron, Wellan, you are welcome to join us. Amarissus... you may resume," the Marquis said. He gave his orders for love like a general passing down decisions to his commanders, his voice echoing sureness and control. He nodded with amusement at the red male, who had rather grudgingly stayed put for the past few minutes, and it was starting to show in the sour look on his face. He had tried to sneak in a few mini-thrusts when he thought they wouldn't be noticed, but now he was free to hump me as wildly as he wanted.

In the next second, everything around me overwhelmed me, all at once. Amarissus gave a hard, powerful thrust into my passage as he resumed his carnal activity with a zealous fervor; the thrust was so powerful that it rocked my entire body and my agitated prostate, and all the breath in my lungs was forced out of me all at once. Immediately I felt my own penis throb hard and shoot out some precum, and I reigned in a breath of air as hard as I could. However, the air in front of me was intoxicated by the Marquis' scent, which soon had the effect of removing all my inhibitions toward the royal and every other make within a 30-mile radius. I knew--no, it was obvious--that there was nothing I would enjoy more than 11 inches of hot, throbbing cock in my mouth, and the blue foreskin in front of me wasn't going to reveal its contents on its own.

But before I could do anything for the Marquis, I heard an assortment of voices converse with each other, and it all made everything so much hooter in my mind, as if a strong, well hung lizard pounding my prostate wasn't enough. As I heard the chink of armor and weapons coming off lizard bodies, I heard a voice exclaim, "Wow, you two are already hard!"

My eyes popped open as wide as they could as I heard the lizard guards conversing with each other. I wished that that exact moment that Mileao, even he with his monster waiting to be awakened, was invisible, so I could see the exchange going on behind him. My penis throbbed almost painfully in the water as I listened, and I once again felt the full effects of lust-induced haze, brought on by a singular train of thought in the mind. My red tongue darted out, scooping up the dragon's flaccidity. Mileao groaned, and I brought my lips forward, preparing to administer a blowjob to the noble.

"Yeah, so what? Have you been using your eyes? What are you, straight, Wellan?"

"I think not!"

"Then come over here and kiss me, sexy!"

"Ooh, I think so..." And the two voices dissolved into a gaggle of smooching noises that encouraged me to suckle some more on the penis in front of me and take everything into my mouth, wanting to be entangled with the males around me like a hapless boy caught in a tangle of vines. I'd given head before, and certainly five inches was not too much for me to handle. The only problem was that those five inches were about to get a lot longer. Amarissus continued to plow away at my asshole behind me, grunting every few seconds. I think he was getting frustrated at my unwillingness to cum so easily, having held off for so long. But I'd been taken many times, and each time I'd learned how to contain myself a little longer. Amarissus was himself avoiding climax, although it must not have been so easy, humping me into oblivion while exercising an enormous amount of self-control.

It was all a dominance game, to see who was the weaker partner. If I came first, it would mean that he was more sexually powerful, and if he came first it would mean that I was better than him at the sport than he was. He was aching to prove to me that he was at least my equal, since I had schooled him pretty badly the first time around. Then again, that time we were both focused on the pleasure, so it didn't really count. That we could agree on, but on some level it still counted to Amarissus. If anything, the thought of revenge drove him harder.

Mileao's penis was filling out nicely in my maw. It was erecting quickly, and I was quite surprised by its thickness. At seven inches I could still take all of it into my jaw, suckle on the tip and kiss Mileao's pubes, which made him moan as I did both in quick succession, but I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Its circumference was approximately the length of the average male's cock, which made me worry about just how much thicker it was going to get. The biggest cock I'd ever sucked was eight-and-a-half inches long and hard to wrap my claw around, and the lucky lizard said he had a small amount of dragon blood in him before he came like a fountain in my mouth. Then again, how could he be part-dragon if he had no wings? Maybe he didn't have the wing gene, perhaps. Maybe there was a cum gene, and I realized I was going to get to test that hypothesis. The Marquis was a full quarter-dragon and it would be a challenge for me to take the entirety of his penis into my mouth. Hell, I would need to throat him to fit him in. I'd seen it done; all one had to do was tilt their head the right way. It was a trick that only lizards and dragons, with their long necks, could do, which made our concubines such great favors in foreign lands.

Meanwhile, I was surprised that Amarissus had stopped moving so much behind me, his rhythm reduced to little more than quick nudges. It was quite easy to ride out these rather week movements, and I was about to ask was was going on when Amarissus gave a drawn-out groan into the air and hilted in me, causing me to swallow everything I had in my mouth with a strange discomfort, as if my throat was completely full.

"Damn, Goldron, don't make me cum all at once!" Amarissus whined.

"Sorry," another voice answered between desperate pants. "I can't help myself; you're looser today!"

I grinned around the noble cock, knowing that Amarissus would surely cum before me if he was being fucked as well. Above me, Mileao huffed and grunted patiently, absorbing the unfolding scene around him and the sensations on his penis.

"You're doing great, young Zedrick. Many of those I've known were unable to keep me in their mouths when I was at full-length," he said, smiling contented at me.

This came as a bit of a shock to me; I'd deep-throated Mileao without noticing! It certainly explained why my throat felt so full; the throbbing flesh in the back of my head was enough to tell me that it was so. It must--it must!--have been some sort of magic for me to be able to keep my snout at his pubes while his erection was so far within me. As it throbbed heavily in my mouth, I felt the veins bulge with blood, and as it pressed against the roof of my mouth it was hard for me to breathe, even through my nostrils. And what I could breathe smelled of strong dragon pheromones. I mouthed the impressive girth as best as I could, given that it was a good deal thicker than anything a male lizard had to offer. It was almost like I was a blowjob virgin all over again: struggling for breath, difficulty swallowing the whole thing, tears at the corners of my eyes as I suppressed my gag reflex that would have me coughing and sputtering. Mileao knew he was a monster, watching me struggling with his cock and grinning at me.

I desperately wanted to please Mileao, not just because his musk was making it hard to think of anything else, but so I could prove my worth. I tried moving my head up and down the massive pole like a bobbing motion, but it just seemed to rattle around in my mouth as I tried to deep-throat the dragon simultaneously. After half a minute of gagging endlessly, I realized that I had to move my head at the same angle that the penis was facing at to ensure the most speed I could manage. Sliding my tongue up and down the magnificent pole successfully for the first time brought out the moans as I lathered up the meat stick with saliva, and my heart jumped, my snout flush with relief.

"Unh, I think I must make you one of my company for this. You are very--ah--skilled," Mileao said in slow whispers that wiggled their way from my ears down my body, down my spine, wrapping around my sensitive prostate and squeezing, enjoying the pleasure I was giving him as I slurped up most of his long penis with my entire snout, ensuring that the flesh was in contact with my mouth as much as possible.

"Don't be so hasty, Lord," the voice belonging to Goldron laughed. "We don't even know how he fights!"

"He's a spellcaster, he's got a staff" grunted Amarissus, who was beginning to pick up the pace of his thrusts. It must have been exhilarating for him, caught between a hard cock in his backside and his hard cock in my backside. Every thrust was gravitating toward two different pleasure centers. One mis-step, and the pleasure would overload him.

"But he's built like a swordsman!" observed Goldron.

"He's a battlecaster, men," Mileao answered, his eyes closed. "Ooh, I could definitely use that," he said, wiggling his hips in the soft moist grass as my lips massaged his length with increasing tightness and speed. I didn't know if his need referred to my skills as a battlecaster or my skill with blowjobs, but I was beginning to think that I wouldn't mind helping with both. I could tell that I was doing well by the quick arrival of preseed in my mouth after such a relatively short blowjob. I swallowed it quickly, which helped lubricate my throat--but only for the cockhead, that sensitive purple bulb at the very end of Mileao's pulsing cock. The wide-flared head brushed against the sandpapery base of my tongue, and no doubt the noble enjoyed the extra lubrication for the most sensitive part of his penis as it rubbed against my tongue.

I felt Amarissus pumping his hips faster and more erratic as he fucked me as he approached orgasm. I moaned around Mileao, my entire body shakign with pleasure as the force on my body moved my snout up and down on Mileao for me. I guessed that orgasm was not far from him, and I hoped it was, because being forced to swallow cock so forcefully was beginning to make me choke. Amarissus must have been aching to ejaculate from the hard, steady fucking Goldron was giving him, which I heard as his hips slapped against Amarissus'. Amarissus' chest heaved with the difficulty of the situation, ready to surrender to his collapse but clawing desperately at the hope for a way out. We both knew there was none to come for him and none to come for me, with Amarissus spreading me open and jabbing my prostate repeatedly like an assassin lunging to kill the king. I fortified my defense against his battering ram by tightening my ass around him and making him push hard for what he wanted most.

When I felt a drop of something wet on my back, I reeled in confusion: Was Amarissus cumming? The steady pounding in my behind silenced this voice, but then another drop splashed on my behind, and I realized giddily that he was only drooling on my back, probably from enjoying his precarious situation too much to stay stoic. My heart fluttered as if I had won praise or fame for an accomplishment in inducing lust, and I daringly sucked a little harder on the meat stick in front of me. I was rewarded with a low growl and two claws on the back of my head to keep me from pushing off. He gripped feverishly, moaning wildly into the air, suddenly aggressive. All of us were getting viciously sexual; a flood of testosterone and hormones was expressing itself in the most primal way possible. Each of us in the foursome was sweating, grunting, grinding, gripping--throbbing. I knew I would cum soon, but I was futilely trying to hold back as long as possible, to relish this amazing orgy before it expired.

It was just then that I heard Goldron announce, "Cumming!" followed by Amarissus sheathing his entire penis squarely in my ass, plowing through all of my defenses as he received Goldron's semen. I moaned around Mileao as Amarissus suddenly began drilling his cock into me like a maniac, only to cum happily with a small cry into the air. Warm cum exploded into my bowls, and I almost gagged on the slick tool I was nursing as the goop flooded my insides. Amarissus had cum before me; I had won, but I had lost as well, since hot reptilian sperm now occupied my bowels. Goldron was the real winner, having dominated all of us. The combination of Amarissus' gigantic girth and his sticky seed lodged in my passage stimulated me to climax like a strike of lightning. My passage contracted around Amarissus, and I came hard into the stream. I ejaculated my patient load with relief, every shot of sperm causing my penis to bob. My nostrils flared as I gasped for air. I could smell semen and musk in the air from the release of the two adult lizards behind me, and I'd no doubt that Mileao would be next to climax.

"Are you ready to accept my seed, Zedrick?" Mileao asked on cue, chest heaving. "Gods, your mouth is amazing--unh!" he cried, suddenly pumping my mouth full of dragon seed. It was thicker than lizard seed, like molasses, and I raised my head off his pole so that only the bulging cockhead remained in my mouth. I locked my lips around the helmet and held still, eagerly tasting his cum as my own was soon spent. I squeezed me eyes shut, trying not to think about how much sperm Mileo was pumping into me. I remained stubbornly hard in the water, but I didn't know about Amarissus, since he had soon pulled out of me with a horny, wet smooch. My cheeks bulged with cum as I struggled to take it all; I was good at blowjobs, but swallowing pints of sperm was new to me; nonetheless, I tried to oblige the Marquis in the way that a commoner would let a noble walk all over him. The milk's flavor was more sour than sweet, but it was passable to my palette after I'd tasted so much of it in my experience. The part-dragon thrust weakly into my welcoming maw, losing his strength to his orgasm. I was amazed by the volume he was ejaculating, at least 15 full squirts of off-white liquid seed. It seemed like forever before the spurts lessened to a dribble, and I gave Mileao's impressive cockhead one last lick before I pulled off. A string of semen stretched between my maw and the organ, which I licked off with my tongue.

"That was most excellent, young Zedrick," Mileao said, smiling down at me. "It's not often that I'm able to find men outside my guard who are known to other males and should happen to encounter me. Tell me, who is your liege?"

"I--I have no liege, sir," I answered truthfully. "I'm in my last year at the university in Melan, to the west. I'm on an expedition to find a magical artifact." Mileao clicked his tongue in disappointment. Perhaps he had desired that I was already employed, and he would be able to buy my position outright without arousing suspicion; it would raise many eyebrows for a well-established noble to hire a battlecaster in training--rare we were--when there were many suitable candidates who were fully skilled.

"And what will you do after you graduate?" He asked hopefully.

"I will become a certified member of the Guild of Offensive Magics and Arts. Then I shall hire myself to others," I replied.

"Your body... it is exquisite indeed," the dragon said, sighing, as his hope blossomed into an expectation. "And battlecasters are quite hard to find. If you can prove your skill, you may find residence in my castle. There reside many of the finest drakes, much like yourself and my men, as well as foreigners of other races who have your same orientation."

"Everyone in Castle Nordell has taken everyone else," the lusty voice of Amarissus spoke up behind me. "Every single resident is like us," he growled playfully, squeezing one of my buttocks.

"I shall send along a messenger to your university so that you may have money for travel to my castle, to the south of here," the Marquis continued, choosing to ignore the bawdy suggestions of his men, who were of less noble birth than he and of audibly lesser grace. "If you wish to truly know males, then know that it is at Castle Nordell that your every desire will be serviced and explored by your service and comrades." There was a certain urgency to his voice, hidden in the back of Mileao's eye, but his regal posture did little to mask his hunger, especially when his 11-inch erection was bobbing in time with every word he said. "But for now... I wish to experience the sensation of your bottom, which I believe from observation to be thoroughly luxurious," he grinned, showing all of his teeth in what he wished to be a warm invitation.

"I... no offense, Lord, but I cannot," I said reluctantly, turning my head and trying not to think about how hard my erection was.

"Ah," breathed Mileao in surprise. "I assure you, men shorter than you have been ab--"

"No, no!" I interjected. Mileao was following a different path from me. "I cannot spend much longer here. I... I will be missed," I blushed from embarrassment for my indiscretion.

"Very well..." the Marquis agreed sadly, waving a dismissing claw at me as I began to climb out of the water. "I do not wish you trouble. I will remember you, and you... shall do the same for me. May the gods guide your steps, and may you find good fortune until you find me again."

I nodded at him, shaking the water from my nude body, my proud erection shrinking slowly back to flaccidity. "Thank you, Lord."

"Remember me!" Amarissus cried suddenly. He looked a little embarrassed having had said it, but it was quite clear that he enjoyed our rendezvous. I turned to look at him and smiled in agreement. In the process of turning around, however, my eyes locked onto the two lizards who must have been Alazei and Wellan, who appeared to be locked in an intense 69--possibly for the entire time our orgy was taking place? They each had several digits stuffed in each other's tailhole, and now that I was looking at them I could hear their intense slurps as they sucked each other.

I grinned to myself, shaking my head as I slipped on my garments, strapped my sword to my back, and took my staff in hand. Did my fate lay in the claws of a company of homosexual males of scale and other, hitherto unnamed races? Around here, there were only lizards. But elsewhere? I knew that various cetaceans lived on the peninsula north of the sea, although I had never been there, and to the east, around the foothills, there lay a province inhabited by many bovines. I'd met a bovine once at the university. They were rare, and they were apparently well-hung. I was disappointed to find out he was straight. I'd also had an encounter with an eagle, tall and majestic. He was not so straight.

"I look forward to seeing each of you in a few months' time," I said graciously and nodding to everyone, even the occupied lizards, who may not have heard me. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye!" They all cried, and I left the horny lizards to frolic in their lust. I went into the woods once more, ignoring newly ignited sounds of lust, this time to find my way back to the grasslands where my camp was. My morning adventure was finished, and soon I would start the one I was engaged to begin. Luckily, I would be able to tell anyone who noticed my absence that I had risen early to find a stream, which technically was entirely true. I noticed how magnificently the trees looked, streaked in the light of a blazing sun. Just before I passed out of earshot of the noble and his company, I heard Mileao say curiously, "So Amarissus, just how did you find such a ravishing young drake?"