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Lorne and Molly Atlamilla had a problem. Their son wasn’t the way they wanted him to be.

Being the upper class folks that they were, they naturally thought they had prepared for everything. They’d gotten the comprehensive genetic testing, ensuring that there were no insidious errors which might make their offspring defective or otherwise undesirable, and had gotten concrete determination that their child was indeed XY. And they’d gotten the ultrasound to look at him and verify nothing unusual, and indeed nothing unusual had been seen. They hadn’t been able to see the child’s gender during the scan, but the doctor assured them that was not unusual and more likely to be ambiguous than the genetic test anyway. So they had gone forth, assured that they would have a normal boy they could raise in their image to follow in their footsteps and be their perfect young man.

And then had come the birth, and the nasty shock that it looked like they’d had a girl instead. At the very least, the child’s body suggested as much. Naturally, they were incensed, lawsuits were threatened, and ugliness was certainly on the verge of boiling over as they insisted that they had been deceived and slighted by the doctors who had been doing the testing. It was less the mere fact of it being a girl than the subversion of their expectations - which was more what Lorne and Molly cared about, if they got their minds set one way it was GOING to be one way, regardless of how anyone else thought.

The matter was settled, though, when the next set of tests came back, and affirmed the earlier ones. Their child did indeed have the XY chromosomal layout, just as had been indicated…it was another test that explained the discrepancy, an uncommon but far from unheard of mutation in the Y chromosome which caused the male organs to fail to develop as would be expected. Said mutation was an occasional, and rather ironic, consequence of another genetic intervention over a century ago, designed to prevent the expected degradation of the Y chromosome in its entirety - a successful manipulation, but one that ended up birthing the quirk that their son possessed now, along with a fair number of others - present in approximately 1 out of every 2300 births overall, though the rates varied by population and some worlds had higher or lower rates.

The medical professionals were familiar enough with it, at least. Developmentally, they would appear fairly ambiguous in gender until puberty hit. Upon that time, the ovaries would undergo an unnatural development, providing the testosterone which would emphasize masculine features rather than the estrogen to feminize them. As a result, the child would develop along a more masculine fashion, apart from the wider hips to accommodate the anatomy they possessed. The unnatural development of the ovaries would render them infertile, unable to produce eggs, but other than that they were expected to not suffer any ill effects for their condition. Their classification was a matter of some debate, as there seemed to be three fairly equally-proportioned trajectories - some ended up identifying as male, some came to feel that they were female, and still others preferred to classify as a third gender, which some societies had already embraced and others were still catching up on. As a further division, those that picked one of the first two could choose to undergo treatments to better reflect who they thought they were, leading to separate lines where some were typified and some were atypified. The consensus of the experts, though, was that it was best to let the child make the determination what path they would take, and to support their decision as what made the most sense for their own brains and bodies.

Lorne and Molly were not such people as to take advice that didn’t suit their fancy. They had INTENDED to have a regular boy, and thus they WOULD HAVE a regular boy. And they had made efforts to attempt to secure that, but those efforts had been stonewalled - it was flat-out illegal to perform such treatments on a minor, even one’s own child, and only the one who was getting changed could choose such a course of action. Their son would have to be 18 to be changed, and would have to do so of his own volition. And though they would have been more than willing to flout such laws if they knew they could get away with it, it was quite clear they couldn’t - after all, how could they flaunt their perfectly normal son without someone finding out they’d made him perfectly normal?

Disgruntled as they were, the path was clear: they would ensure Rory, their son, would accede to their wishes and, upon reaching the age of 18, would hurry to change himself into the image they wanted. And they would accept no other alternative - they were people of high status, and it was their prerogative to get what they wanted.

———

Rory Atlamilla had a problem. He was exactly the way he wanted to be.

For most, this wouldn’t have been a problem at all. But for Rory, that brought him into a conflict with his parents, who had made very pointedly clear that they expected him to conform to their demands. To them it was an imperative matter of status, they simply could NOT have a son who wasn’t proper and normal, and anything that deviated from that needed to be corrected as soon as possible. Both bribes and threats were constant, reminding him of all the things that they gave him and telling him that refusal would get him kicked out of the family, deprived of the high life he was getting to enjoy now.

As far as Rory was concerned, there was nothing high about this life. He was rarely allowed out of the house, only under very specific conditions, and was frequently made to stay out of sight when company was over. His parents spoke highly of him to others, but never showed him, insistent that no one find out about his ‘defect’ before they could have it fixed. And a fair bit of what they said about him were outright lies, designed to make him into someone he wasn’t to the faces of their peers. So often he felt like a trophy to them, something to show off as an icon of their own success, not caring about him beyond the prestige he brought them…he wondered if they would care about him more if he was the way they wanted him to be, or if he’d still just be that trophy to them, except he’d actually be living up to it rather than being an illusion.

As it stood, though, Rory didn’t really want to be that way, anyway. He had no issues with his identification - he felt like a male, so he identified as one, and he had no qualms with the layout of his body whatsoever. In a way, he even felt kind of special, like an exotic type of male that stood out from the norm. What reason did he have to be ashamed of that? For that matter, what business did his parents have being ashamed of it? None, except for the whole ‘trophy’ thing, and Rory didn’t feel like that was a good reason to turn himself into something he didn’t want to be. It had been made clear that it was his choice, and though they wanted it to be THEIR choice, he was the one who had the final say.

Not for lack of trying, though. And this was where Rory had the other part of the equation: the tutors. He wasn’t allowed to go to public academy, they had said there was no way they were going to let others risk finding out about him, or having sex with him - why that was such a big deal to Rory was beyond him, sex sounded like it was a pretty good time from what he’d learned and read about - so tutors were brought in to educate him. And inevitably it ended badly, whether after a short time or a long one…his parents strongly insisted that part of Rory’s ‘tutoring’ be devoted to convincing him that he needed to get the treatment to turn himself into a ‘proper male.’ The end result was never mutually satisfactory. Some tutors took eagerly to the task, trying to impart some stupid idea of norms and binaries onto him that were stupid and wrong, and it wouldn’t be long before Rory wouldn’t put up with them anymore, and made sure they didn’t have any more access to him, which meant they were gone. Others didn’t care, made half-hearted efforts to goad him and then went back to the education, which was typically of poor quality since they didn’t care about much else, either. And then there were the few that took Rory’s side, who urged him to stick to his guns to his face while putting up a front that they were making an effort to his parents, and who were the best educators of the bunch as well…but inevitably the ruse would be found out, and they’d be let go.

That was the current state, and Rory was especially glad for that. He’d turned 18 a few months ago, and his parents had turned up the heat on him - now he was of age to make the decision, and they wanted him to do so as soon as possible. The threats had ramped up, and it was sort of overwhelming at times…but he had a tutor who supported him. Darigas, an amber-scaled dragon who’d been teaching him for over a year now, made it clear he had an ally who would support his staying the way he wanted. It was good to have a dragon as an ally, they weren’t easily cowed, even by parents like Rory’s…beyond that, he really liked Darigas as a person, he was smart and funny and a very good tutor who could tell what Rory was interested in and catered his education to it, even when his parents wanted him to learn what THEY wanted taught to him.

There was another reason he liked Dari so much, though…that thick, draconic sexiness.

It had sort of picked up when Dari had been teaching him sexual education, helping to fix some of the terrible myths that Rory had been taught by a previous tutor. He’d been entirely proper during it, although a bit flustered by some of the questions Rory asked, but Rory couldn’t help but connect the two in his head…and he’d also been looking up some private materials on such subjects, and dragons happened to be a particular weakness of his, though honestly he found a lot of other males quite attractive too, mainly ones not of his own human kind. And more and more he’d taken to fantasizing about the dragon…maybe part of it was just accessibility, since he didn’t have regular contact with any other people, but Rory was pretty sure it was because of Dari’s inherent sex appeal more than anything.

Of course, he couldn’t throw himself at his tutor like that, it would be wildly improper…but the more he feared Dari would be removed from his life, the more he wondered if he should damn the consequences and do it anyway. Would he have the chance? Would Darigas be open to it? What would happen between him and his parents if he did? These were questions without answers, and even as he sought them, he wondered if he should bother, if acting was better than questioning.

———

Darigas O’Shestor had a problem. Actually, several of them.

The first was that he’d agreed to tutor Rory Atlamilla. Not because of the youth himself, but because of his parents. Lorne and Molly were the absolute worst type of people to him - the type of “old rich” that believed that wealth equated to goodness and status mattered more than morality. Had he known, he might not have accepted the job, but he hadn’t until he’d gotten sucked into it…and now he was invested in trying to protect their son from them. It perhaps shouldn’t have been his responsibility, but he felt a sort of affinity for Rory; the human was right about the same age as his own son Ryodin, who was a lot like Dari save for a more emerald color to his scales, and of a body state which was not so dissimilar to his husband, a teal dragon named Andayl, although he had changed voluntarily for the sake of conceiving said son. And he’d promised Rory he’d support him in his quest to remain the way he was, despite the pressures of his parents…pressures which were applied to him as well, to convince Rory of the exact opposite. He didn’t even like to pretend he was indulging them, but he knew if he didn’t he’d lose access to Rory, who desperately needed allies - it was a miracle he’d turned out as well as he had with parents like that.

The second problem: he hadn’t been paid in three months.

His tutoring was not for free, not even close - it was his profession, and usually he took on more clients with fewer sessions per week. But the Atlamillas had hired him to be full-time, every weekday, at a rate that was commensurate with such a task, and he could hardly deign to turn it down. His family wasn’t exactly rich, but they would qualify as well-off - they lived comfortably with his job and Andayl’s, their income a fair bit above the median. But it wasn’t exactly a world that was forgiving when it came to finances, so he wasn’t going to pass up something that put extra in the bank if there wasn’t a good reason to. Of course, money wasn’t everything, and had he known what he was getting into, he probably would have passed, but since he was doing the job, he certainly should have been paid for it. And he had been…until Rory had turned 18, and suddenly his invoices were being ignored. He’d been telling them almost daily that they were in breach of contract, and if it wasn’t for his needing to make sure Rory was protected, he would have stopped showing up. But it was getting rather ridiculous at this point, and as he showed up today, his exasperation was impossible to miss.

“We have a contractual agreement. 250 Radikh per day, paid in biweekly installments. You are 15000R in arrears now.”

Lorne scoffed at him, turning his nose up at the dragon, which didn’t help Dari’s mood. While his family was well-off, it didn’t seem to matter to these two - anyone who wasn’t grossly rich was a peon. “Your work has hardly been what I would call satisfactory. You haven’t yet gotten our son to agree to the treatments. And I’ve heard you’ve been teaching him some other foul things, particularly when it comes to history.”

Dari rubbed his temple, almost dislodging his spectacles. “I’m teaching him about standard Social Contract Economic Theory. This is stuff that he’d get in any school worth attending, and almost a necessity for university and interplanetary society.”

“It’s horseshit. I didn’t come here to be foisted on by that rubbish. How dare you impart ideas like the wealthy should be punished for the pursuit of wealth. We have every right to be as rich as we want to be, something you people just don’t seem to get.”

“I’m trying to give him the education that will best help him succeed.”

“He doesn’t NEED your education for success,” Molly hissed testily. “What he NEEDS is to agree to be fixed. We can take care of the rest of everything once he becomes a proper young man.”

“Regardless of what you think he needs, I’ve been tutoring him and haven’t seen my payments for three months. If you wanted to reject me, there’s not much I could do about it, but you haven’t, and that means you have to pay for services rendered.”

Molly shook her head. “You haven’t held up your end of the bargain.”

“Nothing in my contract states that I have to guarantee a result - on ANYTHING.”

“Well, that’s not our problem. We hired you to get our son to do the right thing. He turned 18 about three months ago, and you haven’t done it yet. If you want to be paid, you’ll convince him. Otherwise it’ll go to the treatments themselves as well as whatever we need to do to get him to agree to it.”

Dari glowered at her. “You can’t do that. You’re already in breach of contract, I could execute a lawsuit on you today, and there’s no way they wouldn’t find in my favor.”

“You haven’t a chance of getting anything,” rebuffed Lorne. “Our lawyers have been over your contract. You include a stipulation that the student can provide funds themselves, if that’s the arrangement that is most preferable. So we decided that that is most preferable, and as Rory is now of legal age, he is to pay you. We provide a stipend to a special account in his name for such a purpose. But there are of course legal waivers for financial hardship, such as needs for medical treatment…and as he is infirm, we are of course executors of his accounts and capable of making sound financial decisions for him. You’re welcome to try to attack that, but I guarantee you we will make sure it costs you more in time and money than you will ever receive.”

Dari bristled. There was no way that was legal! He was pretty sure such a scam would never hold up…though, they had no doubt tried to pull it, and were now bluffing to dissuade him from acting. “You’ll be receiving a collections notice. I’ll give you two weeks to provide full payment before taking you to court.”

“That sounds to me like you don’t intend to fulfill your end of the bargain,” sniffed Molly.

“There is no such end! I cannot force someone to made a decision like this!”

“Please, you are a dragon. You could make him if you truly tried. I think you’ve just been slacking all this time. Stealing our money towards no end.”

“We told you up front that you were being hired for the purpose of educating him - and that INCLUDES teaching him how a man ought to be,” continued Lorne testily. “If we wanted useless knowledge in his head we would send him to public school. But such a risk could not be allowed until he has been fixed. If he were to fall to the temptation of sex, they would refuse to treat him, and we would be forced to discard him.”

The dragon only barely kept from blowing up at that. “Disc…what is wrong with you? Have you even once considered accepting him, loving him unconditionally for who he is?”

“Absolutely not,” Molly scoffed. “Such dreck is for fools and peasants with no standards. We have STANDARDS, and if he chooses to fail to meet them, he has no value to us. And having invested this much time in him already, it would be sorely disappointing for us to have to abandon that investment, and SOMEONE would be paying for it. Now, you will use your natural talents as a dragon to satisfy our terms, or you will not see any of the payment you seek. If that isn’t enough motivation for you, then we will be going our separate ways.”

“I won’t hear another word,” Lorne stated emphatically, before Darigas could protest. “We have business to attend to, and you’ve wasted enough of our time with your nonsense. Send your petty little letter, if you must, but it will see nothing but the trash bin where your kind reside. Of course, if you were to achieve what we seek, perhaps you will carry a little more value in our eyes.” And with that, the two made their haughty march out of the manor, leaving Dari to stare dumbfoundedly at them. What could he possibly have said to that anyway, besides something that would hasten his departure? The absolute gall, the depraved callousness, it wasn’t something he was used to processing. “Old rich” could be bad, but this was BAD bad, these two were about as heartless and awful as the villains in those over-the-top children’s shows. They probably watched those and rooted for such villains…to think that a decent young man like Rory could spawn from their loins. Makes me feel like there was a mistake somewhere, but not in the way he was made…

He turned back to head for the stairs, but his ears caught the creak of the door up at a door near the end of the ostentatious hall, and his heart plunged. Shit. He was listening to some of that…how much of it? At least enough to hear that last part…jeez, as if he needed anything else weighing on him. With a sigh, he climbed the stairs, hoping that this wouldn’t be too much of an issue for their tutoring session…

———

It was certainly a bit awkward when Darigas entered Rory’s room. Rory was at his computer, but it was clear he was flustered, even as he was pretending not to be. The young man’s room was far less lavish than the rest of the manor, Rory had made it comfortable but it was merely nice rather than drooling with richness like everywhere else, like his own little refuge from his parents. Dari vastly preferred it to the rest of the building - it felt a bit more like his home, comfortable and modest. Still, there was a tension in the air that had wafted in from that outside. “You heard.”

“…Yeah.” Rory had thought about denying it, but Dari surely already knew, there was no point.

“…How much?”

“Uh…well…everything from…you telling them they hadn’t paid you.”

Damnation. “I’m sorry you had to be exposed to that…unpleasant business…and hear what they said about you…”

“It’s…fine.” Even to Rory it was far from convincing. “I mean…I guess I already knew they felt that way. That they’ll only love me if I’m what they want me to be…I guess I wonder sometimes if that would be better.”

Dari shook his head, but wanted to be gentle - it was only natural that Rory would have thoughts like that. “I don’t…truly think that would even be true. It’s…they’re…I don’t like to speak ill like this, but they come off to me as the, uh, the types whose idea of ‘love’ is solely based on how much they can squeeze out of you. It’s a fake love, they’re so…gah, such fucking sociopaths, they don’t even know what love is!” So much for gentle, as the amber dragon’s frustration bested him…he pulled himself back in, with a deep and shaky breath. “I don’t think it’ll make anything better…you might be able to tell yourself the lie that they care, but at the cost of comfort in your own body…I can’t speak from personal experience, but I don’t think that’s a worthwhile trade.”

“I know…you’re right.” Rory sighed. “It’s hard not to wonder sometimes…but I’m glad you said that, it was kind of what I was feeling as well, so I’m not just, you know, trying to, uh…be stubborn or something.”

“There are some things worth being stubborn about. You’re in the right here, and I’m sorry that I can’t help more with that, I wish I could make sure you didn’t have that problem hanging over your head.”

The human shook his head. “You do so much already! You’re the best tutor I’ve had, even among the good ones. And they’re treating you so badly, too! I can’t believe they’re not paying you! That’s gotta be such a burden on you!”

“Ah, it’s…not ideal, but I’m still doing all right. I don’t look forward to the mess that the legal action’s going to require, though…ugh, lawyers for rich assholes are always the worst.”

“Isn’t there something I can do? They said…they said they put the money in some account that’s mine! Can’t I pull the money out and pay you?”

Dari chuckled wryly. “I appreciate the thought, Rory, but I doubt your parents would let their little scam be undermined THAT easily. Don’t worry about me, I’ll figure something out. You have enough on your plate just with dealing with them for you, after all.”

“Yeah, I guess…” Rory went silent for a moment; something else was on his mind, and the gears were slowly turning. “Uh. That thing that Dad said…uh, about if I had sex I could never be, uh, treated…is, uh, is that really true?”

Dari rubbed his head, he wasn’t really prepared to explain what he knew about that. But Rory had asked, so… “That’s not…STRICTLY the case. Having a sexual encounter does induce subtle physical and psychological changes, mostly related to how the brain works and some hormonal factors…but it’s certainly not something that’s insurmountable, it just requires some extra elements to the intervention, it mostly ends up being a cost factor. But there’s another consideration in there…if someone has been discovered to have voluntarily had sex, it prompts them to do a deeper investigation into the background of the patient, to make sure that it’s truly a choice they want to make. There is a…predisposition, let’s call it, that someone who is not satisfied with their body would not willfully engage in sexual intercourse without adjusting to address their disparities…”

“Huh? They think someone wouldn’t have sex if they wanted a different body?”

“It is, I would say, an extremely archaic perception and I suspect it’s not very well based in reality. That said, based on what I’ve read, there is a certain…value to the position, which is that certain people are subject to conformity pressures, such as yourself, who claim that they want to change when it’s not really something they want. A history of voluntary sexual activity can be an indicator of that kind of issue, and it requires them to dig into their history more deeply…I think your parents are aware that if you were to engage in something like that, they would discover the intense pressure they had placed on you and your assertions of comfort in your body, and they would determine that you were being coerced and would deny the treatment to modify your body. Though I suppose they may be among those who think it’s some kind of physical blockade, but I have to think they’ve done their research and would know that’s not true.”

Rory mulled that for a moment. “So they wanted to keep me out of school because they didn’t want me having sex, because they know that they’d discover I didn’t want to change, and that would ruin all their plans for me…and that would end up getting them off my back, wouldn’t it?”

Uh-oh…that sounds like an invitation to risky behavior. Dari didn’t want Rory to put himself in danger over a desperate situation, particularly through his own information. “I understand the temptation of the idea, but I really, REALLY wouldn’t recommend going out and just…offering yourself to someone. There are people who would take advantage of such things, especially on a world like this…you might find yourself in a situation you couldn’t escape where you would be abused and captive, and there’s a risk of disease, even though they can be treated they can still be unpleasant. People end up dead from things like that, even when they’re not feeling some desperate reason to do that.”

Rory nodded, unexpectedly but thankfully accepting of that to Dari’s relief. “That’s true. But, if I knew someone I could trust, who I know wouldn’t take advantage of me and would treat me well, it’d be a good idea, right?”

“Well…I mean, I suppose while it would be somewhat irresponsible of me to ENCOURAGE such a thing, if you have a bond of trust with someone such that you’re sure of that, it would certainly be a more favorable situation. Though given your situation, I’m not sure who would be-” Dari’s line was cut off suddenly as something clicked in his mind…and the suddenly salacious gaze of the human only affirmed what that click suggested.

“Oh…I think you might know, mister Dari…” Rory stepped up to the dragon, who was paralyzed as he felt the human’s hand start to rub over his shirt. “I don’t know too many people…and there’s only one I know of who I could trust so much. Someone who I know cares about me, and wants me to be what I want to be…”

“R-Rory…This…I…” It was a rare feeling for Dari, being so completely thrown off that he did not have any idea how to respond, and he’d had it a couple times today already. Rory’s come-on was impossible to dismiss or explain away - this was not the shyness he expected of someone who was shut-in and unfamiliar, but the sultry gaze of someone who knew exactly what they wanted and intended to get it. And he was definitely getting the appropriate response to that, as he could feel blood rushing to his groin, his slit starting to feel a bit tight. “You…this is…not appropriate…”

“Oh, probably not, but…you know my parents aren’t going to let you be my tutor much longer, not when they aren’t getting what they want…and they’re not even paying you!” Rory worked the dragon’s crisp polo out of the tuck into his pants and his hand found the scaled abs the dragon possessed, stroking and kneading them with a greedy touch. “You deserve SOME payment for all the work you’ve done…and didn’t they say it was my job to pay you now? Maybe this sounds like a way to pay you…”

A slight growl escaped Dari’s mouth, his arousal shooting up as the scent of the human’s lust graced his nose. His struggle to maintain his respectable demeanor was slowly failing under Rory’s attentions…it was a side of him Rory would never have seen, he’d gotten very good at the image of the consummate professional, he wanted to give no one reason to worry about leaving him alone with their children and teens. But his non-professional life, that was another story…his husband was all too familiar with his smooth, confident, dominating demeanor, and more than a few others had enjoyed the same. There were no concerns about that, they were far from exclusive with each other, really only had the rule of no babies from any flings, and they were both regulars at a couple of the sex clubs in the city - and, since his most recent birthday, his son had also been introduced to the same, and taken to it much like Dari did. Two sides of life, two he kept firmly separate, never letting one cross the other, not even when he recognized a client as a visitor of the club, he could always maintain his decorum…but Rory was awakening the beast, and one thing Dari knew was that once the beast awoke, it was VERY hard to get back to sleep without indulging it. “Hrrrn…Rory…you…really…”

“I really…it’s not just convenience, mister Dari…” Rory knew he had something - he could see the professionalism melting away, showing him the powerful dragon he knew he wanted. Darigas had been ever so respectful and proper, but Rory always suspected something more lay beneath the surface…maybe it was just how powerful he looked, like a dragon alpha, or maybe it was how looking at him made his loins tingle, or maybe it was just a natural sense a submissive sort had, and he was pretty sure he was one of those. But all his fantasies had come to this, now he had every reason to throw off propriety, to get what he wanted and earn his freedom. “I’ve always found you so hot, so sexy…that dragon power, those strong muscles, that proud image you hold yourself to…you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting you. You’ve given me so much already, wouldn’t you give me this? After all…didn’t you say you wished you could do something so I wouldn’t have this little problem of mine hanging over my head?”

Maybe he should have been worried about how quickly he broke…but maybe it was just the very specific scenario Darigas was in. “Yessss…I did say that, didn’t I?” The strained look on his face turned upwards into a grin as he let the facade drop, allowed his lust unfettered freedom to flow. Professional? No. But the human’s parents had flouted their deal already, had they not? What allegiance did he have to such abhorrent people? And Rory clearly wanted it, and was entirely within the appropriate age boundaries to make such an advance…this was not a false pretense of desire he was smelling, the boy’s cunt was ripe in a way he’d never smelled before…and was it not true that this would solve the problem? At the very least, the most pertinent one, the one of Rory being unfairly pressured…surely there would be more to deal with, but it was most important that Rory was secure. Professional could take a hike, this was not only wanted, it was morally right.

He took a hold of Rory’s shoulder, pushing the human back slightly as his mildly predatory gaze sent a shiver through Rory. “Well, then…why don’t you SHOW me just how much you want me, Rory?” The sudden intensity in Dari’s voice sent a shiver through the human, whose heart was racing with excitement - those words were straight agreement to his proposal, meaning he was going to get everything the dragon had to offer! He stepped back, flushing hard and smiling shyly as he took off his T-shirt - he wasn’t much dressed up, just that and shorts, no point in getting all gussied up when he had nowhere to go. He could see Dari’s grin widen as he lowered the shorts down, showing his lack of underwear - his parents refused to buy women’s underwear for him, insisting on male garments that just didn’t feel good to him, so nothing was his usual preference. As he kicked away the shorts, he presented a nice view of himself, his vulva noticeably damp and a glisten of fluid off of the thin bush of pubic hair. Dari was the first to ever see him like this, not simply naked but naked and wanting, aroused, hot and bothered...he could think of no one better to be so exposed to.

“My, my, that DOES look like a needy young man…” purred Darigas, licking his chops with a hunger that was steadily growing - and it didn’t escape his notice that Rory seemed to get an extra little thrill when he asserted himself. Hm, well well, it seems our young man’s tastes might be on the yielding side…mm, I’m gonna have to be careful not to get TOO rough with him, but he knows what he wants, I’m not gonna hold back all the way. Grinning, the dragon pulled off his own polo, the garment suddenly feeling rather constricting, and exposed his muscular chest and torso to Rory, his natural draconic bounty nearly getting the human to drool over him - from both sets of lips. Clicking open his belt, he pushed Rory’s captivation even further by removing his nice, pressed khaki pants, pulling out of them and casting them to the side to expose his swollen slit, the tip of his ebon cock already pushing out in preparation for a lot of fun. Now this was more like it…the clothes he wore on the job felt like a perfect pretense of presentable professionalism, and he thought he looked rather good in them, but off the job, it felt a crime to cover up such exquisite alpha dragon. He rarely wore anything even outside the house, and nudity was practically the law within - after all, he had a fine husband and son whose bodies were equally compelling, and who were no more inclined to mask them. And it was all too obvious how much more in his element he was without them, their removal a final emphatic dismissal of his job duties and transition to the carnal dynamo that lay within.

And even a relative naif like Rory could see it. Oh, he was smitten like nothing else, his fantasies had been good but the reality was SO much better. Every bit of that scaled adonis radiated power, sensuality, dominant thrill, salacious temptation, all the things that had touched him in the things he’d look at and read about but absolutely gripped him in the flesh. The only hint left of his presentable side were the spectacles on his face - an accessory for show rather than function, Dari had told him early on that he didn’t need help seeing, but people thought of him as smarter and a better educator when he wore them. Rory had to agree that they looked distinguished on his professional self…but now, they were more a reminder of the scandalous nature of what they were doing, a violation of boundaries and decency that made everything even a little more thrilling, and when the dragon moved to remove them, he couldn’t help but speak up. “Oh, mister Dari, please, leave them on…”

It felt an unusual request to Dari, but he merely smirked behind them and lowered his hand. “Well, now, if that’s what my luscious little morsel desires…” he growled lewdly, slowly advancing on the human. He was fully erect now, a deep black spire of dragonflesh jutting perversely from his groin, a sight making Rory weak in the knees, and far from the first with that reaction. From the pointed head which looked as though it could pierce all resistance, to the ribbed body with such monumental girth and texture, to that bulging knot at the base that made sure whoever Dari was making his bitch was assured a substantial filling of dragonseed pumped deep into their body, bearing a size that would leave an unforgettable impression…how Rory had salivated over images of them before, but having it right there in front of him, giving off a powerful musky scent that danced in his nose, made it such a grander experience. He couldn’t help but reach out and touch it, the heat of it making him shudder as his fingers touched the slickened surface.

“Eager one, aren’t we? Let’s not waste time, then…” Suddenly Dari picked up Rory and brought him over to the human’s bed, gently laying Rory down on his back and looming over him with such an imperious presence that it got the human mewling in excitement. “Damn…I never would’ve expected you to be THIS eager. You look like you’re about to cum just from the anticipation. How’ve you been hiding this all this time?”

“Ohhh…it hasn’t…been easy, that’s for sure…p-please let me taste you, mister Dari…”

“Well, when you beg for it so prettily, how could I refuse? But I think I’ll have to get my own of you, as well…” Dari stepped away briefly, only to reappear over Rory in a very different orientation - now the dragon’s dick was hanging over the human’s head, while Dari’s own head was eyeing the sodden box that was making him salivate now. He’d had his fair fill of humans in his life, of many different types, but there was something particularly enticing about what he was seeing before him…had anyone ever been this unabashedly eager for him? It would also be his first time being a human’s first time, most first-timers didn’t tend to be confident enough for a dragon, perhaps there was something to that as well…though, somehow, Dari didn’t think that experience would sully Rory’s appeal at all.

He took a tight grip on the human’s legs and reached his head down towards that soaked opening, hunching over enough to keep his own endowment hanging over Rory’s head. Not the easiest of positions, but one he was far from unfamiliar with, and something told him he wouldn’t have to hold it for long. His long tongue darted out, starting to lick at and around Rory’s cunt, his hold ensuring that even energetic squirming wouldn’t disrupt anything - and Rory’s reaction was just that, so it was a good plan. He snickered a bit through his ministrations, enjoying the wanton display of carnal rapture he was drawing from the young man; it was always so much more fun when they clearly enjoyed everything he did.

To Rory, it was nothing short of miraculous. The feel of that tongue working over areas that had never known the touch of another…he’d played with himself plenty but it simply couldn’t compare to this, that hot, wet mass of pleasure that slurped and stroked over and inside him, its touch so much more intense than his own fingers. But he wasn’t so lost in in that he forgot what he’d wanted just as much…that thick cock was hanging just over his head, leaking pungent precum that sent his heart fluttering as he took in its scent and taste. It was big enough that he wasn’t ready to try to get it truly into his mouth, but he could lick all he wanted and that would give him plenty of what he sought for sure. His hand angled it towards his mouth as he raised his head up, shaky moans breaking through from the tingle in his loins as he tried to provide even a little bit of his own pleasure to Dari. His tongue slurped over the tip…oh, the dragon’s flavor was so strong and thick, it was almost too much, but he didn’t relent, taking it a bit slowly but putting his all into every lick, going up several inches to enjoy that flavor.

It certainly hardly compared to some blowjobs that Dari got, but he was a patient dragon and was hardly going to push Rory beyond what the human was ready for. Particularly with that - his size may not have been a direct risk of harm, but it tended to be a lot harder to figure out how to properly deep-throat someone of his size, especially when they were a human with a rather small mouth compared to a dragon’s long snout. That tongue certainly felt good enough, especially when Rory slipped it into the grooves between his ridges, an area that tended not to get as much attention in normal play. Pleasured purr-growls escaped from his maw as he gave his all to returning the pleasure to Rory many times over; his tongue had gone from licking around the drooling lips and swollen clit to pushing directly in, going deep inside Rory to work back and forth and give him as much stimulation as he could provide, trying to find those little sensitive spots most people had somewhere inside. The human’s taste was sublime, he tended to think most humans had a fine scent and taste but Rory’s might have been the best of them all. Another thing he noticed was that Rory didn’t seem to have any hymen present…it must have broken earlier, if it had been there at all. Which was a good thing as far as Dari was concerned, it would make the next part more comfortable for the human.

They were locked in that position for a while, Rory’s hands gripping the thick, powerful draconic legs as he tried to slurp along that luscious dragon meat as much as he could, while Dari held the human’s own legs spread as he delved in and out of that greedy snatch. But it wasn’t destined to be lasting long…Dari knew full well that Rory’s first would come quickly, with as needy and inexperienced as he was, and Rory wouldn’t be close to getting the dragon there by that time. That was fine - he had a better idea of what to do with that budding load anyway. So he didn’t hold anything back, seeking out those pleasure points and assaulting them precisely when he heard Rory react or felt him clench around his tongue. Those mini-orgasms were coming so frequently, he knew the human had to be very close, and Dari was intent on making sure he knew exactly what he could hope for before he finished.

Soon Rory had to stop licking as his breaths were coming too quickly and his cries too frequently…still Dari kept it up, pushing the human to the very brink and then giving a good job at the deepest pleasure point to shove him over. Rory’s squeal was music to his ears, and the sudden gush of cum from him was a delightful bath for his tongue, making the dragon moan blissfully as he drank it in, slurping as much of that nectar up as he could manage through the tight spasms that tried to claim that tongue for Rory’s body.

Rory had felt climax before, he hadn’t felt climax like THAT before. Everything he’d felt before this paled in comparison to what that tongue brought him…stars danced before his tightly-shut eyes as he nearly screamed out, back arching and loins spasming as he pushed into that fantastic dragon snout, as much as he could anyway. It also lasted longer than anything he’d ever induced himself, was more satisfying, and also more draining…by the time his body finally relaxed, he found himself slumping back on the bed, panting hard, taking deep musk-laden breaths as he tried to recover. The taste of Dari was still heavy on his tongue, even if he didn’t have any wherewithal at the moment to try to replenish it further…he could still see that shaft drooling over him, clearly only just getting started.

Dari briefly removed himself from over the human, turning himself back around and sitting down next to Rory, grinning down at him. “Someone enjoyed themselves. Was it as good as you hoped?”

“Ah…even better…that was amazing, mister Dari…”

“Good, I wouldn’t want your first round to be sub-par. I think you’re ready for the main event…and I know I am. So…what’s your pleasure, Rory? Take it easy on you, ease you into your first load…or show you what kind of ride a dragon can give when he’s not holding back?”

Rory didn’t even need to think twice. “Mister Dari…please, show me how a dragon does it…”

Dari grinned wider, almost dangerously down at the human. “And here I thought a life of being stuck inside under asshole parents made people shy. You’ll get what you’re after, Rory, I’ll make sure you get it nice and hard.” Despite that vow, though, Dari was still intending to make sure he held back somewhat - full dragon force was for someone who was well broken-in and experienced taking dick, and he was certain that wouldn’t make for a great experience for Rory’s first time. Still, he’d definitely take it a few notches rougher than the easy end, if that was Rory’s desire…he had a good sense of how hard he could go without going too far.

His hands took hold of Rory’s legs again, pulling the human closer to the edge of the bed before leaning over Rory, arms wrapping tight around that comparatively delicate frame. His weight came slightly down on the human, making sure Rory felt that dragon power on the outside before it went inside. The tip of his cock lowered and pushed against those needy folds, wedging in just a little bit to secure his position. Everything was ready…still, Dari held for a moment, leaning his head down to speak into Rory’s ear. “If it gets too much, you can tell me. I can ease up at a moment’s notice.”

“Y-yes, mister Dari…” came the gasping reply; even that little bit of that pointed tip pressing in was giving Rory an amazing feeling. He wanted all that and more…the thought of telling Dari to hold back seemed almost unthinkable, despite his words. He felt Dari shift, the grip tighten, and he could only try to relax and brace himself for what was coming.

And it came…boy, did it come. Dari’s hips bucked forward, and a generous portion of that cock sheathed in Rory’s cunt, a euphoric cry from the human matching the ecstatic snarl from the dragon as the rut commenced. Once again Rory saw stars from the raw pleasure, even more potent than that tongue with how much energy and presence it had - it made him feel so ridiculously full already, and there was still so much left to put in! And for Dari, never had he had such a tight squeeze around him, it felt like it was trying to crush him, but his cock was far too powerful for those loins to make a dent. And that heat, that wetness, familiar yet somehow novel at the same time, sending a primal thrill through him like few others had managed…oh, this was going to be special for him, and he was going to make sure it was just as special for Rory.

Slowly out, then forcefully back in, Dari thrust deeper in the second time around, getting a lilting wail from the human as his back arched and his hands wrung the bedcovers. Dari felt a clenching, then an additional wetness over his cock, and slowed for a moment, letting that mini-climax have its way before continuing. Only when the human relaxed again did he resume, humping in with a fair bit of vigor, allowing Rory’s body to adjust to him more and more. He was making sure to go just a little bit on the rougher side, fulfilling Rory’s desire while still making sure he didn’t break him - with enough time and experience, Rory could take the wildest he had to offer, but a novice needed to be worked up to that, so he was only going as hard as he felt he could given the circumstances. Not that it didn’t feel pretty borderline, but as long as that voice only sang with pleasure, he wouldn’t back off.

Rory let out another cry as another spike of pleasure hit, getting Dari to slow down again. He almost didn’t want that, he wanted more of the dragon, wanted him to show that power, but that tightness when he clenched down on that cock, it was almost too much…in a way he was grateful for the restraint, even if it was only because the flesh was weak. But as crazy as it felt already, maybe more would be too much for him…the ribbed shaft rubbed him incessantly, especially with how tautly he was stretched around it, and he felt his body straining to keep Dari from getting deeper against his will. Not what he wanted, he wanted everything Dari could give him, and he was trying to will himself to let the dragon in deeper, to feel that knot pressing against him, threatening to stretch him even wider.

Dari was more patient, though, and quite effectively so, letting his precum soak into the human and relax his body, letting it get slowly more pliable to him. And while he was doing so, he was making sure Rory had mountains of pleasure, round after round of ecstasy bolts, and as much roughness as his body could handle, even a few light nips here and there to really drive him wild. And it didn’t take long, soon he felt Rory loosening up a little, getting more towards that point where he could really handle what was coming…and, knowing and respecting the human’s wish, he pushed the line just a little bit, driving in hard and pushing deeper, breaching Rory’s depths completely and filling Rory all the way up to his knot.

Another loud cry erupted from Rory as he came once again, bucking and jerking and gushing all over that massive intruder. Now THIS was fullness, like he’d never known before! His body felt so packed with that thick, hot dragon dick, and as he thrashed around, he clenched down hard on it, trying only half-willfully to get the prize he desperately sought from within Dari’s loins. Of course, the dragon had a fair bit more restraint than that, and only precum graced those insides at the moment…and eventually Rory settled down, panting hard and still starry-eyed, but moaning in utter bliss.

And that was when Dari really started going to town. Still not completely all out, but giving it a fair bit more drive as he pulled out faster and thrust in harder, going all the way to the knot each time now as that bulb of flesh smacked lewdly against the soaked labia, splattering dragon and human fluids all over the place. He held Rory tight, making sure the human wasn’t bucked right off of him by his power, and ensuring he felt everything that Dari had to give him. Those cries were getting ever louder and higher as rapture overwhelmed him, the glorious sensations proving to be bordering on too much for the human on his first time. But he was adjusting, as tight as Rory still was around him there was a growing pliability, Dari knew how that felt and took advantage of it, making sure he didn’t ease up on Rory and gave him all the dragon intensity the human could possibly handle.

Soon, though, he was getting to his own limits, as his cock throbbed and pulsed with the raw need to plant its seed. He started going harder, trying to push that knot against Rory and work him into accepting it. His thrusts grew shorter but fiercer, his arms wrapping around Rory entirely as he kept the human in place to take all his strength. Slowly Dari upped the ante, pushing harder and longer every time he embedded into Rory, making the euphoric human quiver and caterwaul in his arms, almost pleading to feel every bit of that dragon dick inside his nethers. And Dari wasn’t going to deny him that - Rory had been denied too much in life already.

One last thrust, and Dari didn’t back off this time, pushing and growling and clinging and forcing that seemingly-delicate human body to accept his engorged knot, a loud pop heralding his success. Rory’s eyes rolled back and his voice cracked and quailed as the air rushed from him, another sensational orgasm carrying him away as Dari finally roared out his own release. Hot, thick dragon spunk geysered into Rory’s womb, rapidly packing into every available crevice and then pushing outward as the space was consumed, bloating his gut and stretching it even more than that prodigious prick. The knot locked everything inside, barring a few stray dribbles that somehow managed to sneak past, though that was hardly a drop in the bucket compared to what he was taking. Shaky arms detached from the bed and wrapped around the dragon as much as they could, holding Dari as Rory rode out everything, mind almost melted from the intensity of that fucking. If there had been any lingering doubt about Dari’s alpha stud status, it had been utterly vaporized by that legendary lay.

It took a bit for Rory’s breath to come back to him, all his air seemed to escape him as it came in, possibly by just how much was packed into him at the moment. Dari didn’t rush him, rubbing his back and keeping him steady as they came down from their respective peaks. He was still stuck deep within, would be for a while still, but he wasn’t adding to the load anymore, giving Rory at least a break from more swelling. The bulge in him was pretty pronounced, but much of that would come out as soon as his knot relaxed…and they probably shouldn’t have been in his room for that. But he wouldn’t move Rory until the human was in better shape.

Finally, Rory was able to catch his breath enough to speak again. “W-wow…Mister Dari…that was…incredible…”

“Ah, I’m so glad you thought so. I was worried I had maybe overdone it a bit, for your first time.”

“Ah, n-no…definitely not…that was wild, but…I wouldn’t have wanted anything less, it felt so good to be…taken like that…I really felt like I belonged to a dragon…”

Dari murred quietly, giving Rory a bit of a pat. “Well, if you could handle that, then you’ll have little problem with more…it doesn’t take too long before you’ll have a pretty easy time with anything I can throw at you, except the knot. That’s always gonna be a nice stretch.”

“Ah…I hope you’re going to show me personally, mister Dari…”

The dragon grinned down at him, a look of definite thrill on his face. “I suppose you wouldn’t be satisfied with just one round, eh? Well, I suppose I’m not, either. But we’ll need to wait until this knot goes down, then let you get emptied out a bit before I fill you up again…that’ll help you get your energy back as well. Stamina’s something that has to be built up…and I wouldn’t mind getting you a good start on that.”

Glee filled Rory’s heart as he smiled up at Dari. “Oh, my…I…I can hardly wait…” Maybe he’d already made his play to stay his way, but now that the floodgates were opened, he definitely wanted more…and there was no way he wasn’t going to get it.

———

To say that things changed after that would have been a dramatic understatement.

The notion of tutoring was nothing more than pretense now, neither one interested in study. Although technically the initial goal had been satisfied on that first day, Rory didn’t want it to end there, and Darigas had no reason not to indulge him - after all the human had been through, he deserved some good times, as far as the dragon was concerned. And to their benefit, Lorne and Molly were out every day, busy with their unspecified business, so there were no interruptions to be had.

Of course, even a dragon couldn’t go on endlessly, and they needed breaks during the day…but those fulfilled another purpose. After all, it was inevitable that they would be caught, or would reveal their actions at some point, and Dari wanted to make sure that he and Rory were both prepared for that. Some research on his part, and some consultation with Rory, and the plan was more or less settled, but they didn’t rush it, taking their time to work out a few extra things…and enjoy the special thrill of their deviance, as well.

It all came to a head at the end of the next week - not accidentally, the day Dari had set as the deadline for receiving his payment. Lorne and Molly had come back earlier that day, which was purely convenience for the two as they were prepared to wait as long as needed to make their revelation. But when they heard the door open and the voices talking, that was the moment they were waiting for, and they walked out of the room, both fully naked, Rory dripping semen from his well-used cunt and Dari sporting his impressive hard-on. And nothing could have been sweeter than the terrified shriek from Molly and Lorne’s completely aghast face as the evidence of their actions was thrust into their faces, shattering all their selfish plans to minute pieces.

Naturally, there was plenty of yelling and screaming, along with an abundance of threats and accusations, none of which fazed Dari too much - neither one of them was a physical threat to a dragon, and as far as legality, Rory was an adult and could make his own decisions. Of course, the two of them were just as angry at their son, and Rory finally laid into them in kind, scouring them for trying to force him into something he didn’t want and saying if they didn’t accept him for who he was, they could go ahead and disown him. Which was exactly what they did, a definitive statement that he was no longer part of the family and demanding him to leave immediately or they’d do worse to him. Not wanting to push their luck, they did so, walking straight out just as they were, not even stopping to put on their clothes…not that it meant much, as Dari had stashed them out in his car earlier, along with the last few belongings Rory wanted to take with. They’d been sneaking things out all week, they certainly couldn’t take everything but all Rory really wanted were some of the electronics and a few keepsakes, mostly stuff he could convincingly say were bought for him and thus wouldn’t be deemed stolen.

But that wasn’t the end of the backlash against Lorne and Molly. After cleaning up and a bit of preparation, they hurried over to the bank, getting there before the close of business thanks to the Atlamillas’ early return. Lorne and Molly may have thought they were being sneaky trying to end around Dari’s payment, but now that was being turned against them - Rory had been holding a small portable recorder in his hand during the brouhaha, and the declaration of disownment, along with an affirmation that Rory was indeed not grievously ill as had been claimed, were all the bank needed to remove the guardianship from Rory’s account. To be safe, though, Rory withdrew the money anyway, and they deposited it in a different bank, under an account Dari had helped Rory set up earlier that week. It turned out to be a good call, as it was only the next day that a screaming message had been left on Dari’s phone to return the money they stole - after which he patiently called them back and told them that he didn’t have the money, that it was Rory’s account that they’d generously been depositing a stipend into all this time, and that after they had disowned him they had no more ties to it. And he added a gentle reminder that, by law, money deposited into a family member’s account without stipulations was a gift and non-retractible, which got a very satisfying reaction of impotent rage. His last warning that he wouldn’t hesitate to file harassment charges if they came after him or Rory was one he wasn’t sure would stick, but at the very least, they had gotten the better of the two for the time being.

Though, Dari wasn’t surprised that they were upset - it turned out to be more of a windfall for Rory than he’d expected. It had been a far larger sum in the account than just the money that the dragon had been owed, which led him to believe that the account wasn’t just for that, it was all the money they were appropriating for Rory’s treatment. Which almost made it feel to him like they were intending to enforce the impression that Rory was paying for it himself, no doubt to bolster the idea that it was his deliberate decision. But now it was Rory’s alone, and he could decide what to do with it - and the first thing he did, over Dari’s objections, was pay the dragon for the missed tutoring payments.

“This really isn’t necessary.”

“Maybe not, but I want to. I mean, after all you’ve done for me, and all you’re still doing for me, it doesn’t even feel like all I’d want to give you. But, at least, you should get paid for tutoring me…and you DID spend all that time and I got the benefit of it, anyway.”

“Ah…well, I…at least can’t claim to have been tutoring you the last two weeks…”

The twinkle in Rory’s eye said it all, though. “Heh…I don’t know, I think all that time you spent with me was VERY educational! I learned a lot about my body, and about yours as well…”

In the end, Dari accepted the money - it would be a losing argument to try to refuse it, and he wouldn’t have that hanging over their heads. Not when they could spend their time in much more enjoyable fashion.

Rory may have been a legal adult, but he was not well-suited to living on his own at that point in time - having been excessively sheltered and not really having a good practical knowledge base, he wasn’t confident that he’d be able to handle it. And so the decision had been made that he would move into Dari’s house. Andayl and Ryodin had been more than willing to accommodate, having heard more than their share of what Rory had been through over the year-plus that Dari had been tutoring for him, and their spare bedroom became the human’s room in a hurry, Rory having the freedom to decorate it as he felt like, a feeling of empowerment that really seemed to resonate with him - after a lifetime of having everything foisted on him, he was finally getting to experience some real freedom.

Though, it didn’t seem like he wanted that ALL the time…

It had taken hardly a week for Rory to fit in almost like he was born there - including the household clothesless culture. And he got to see a lot more of that side of Dari that had broken him free of that wretched place before, the powerful and sexual dragon that got him weak in the knees…he certainly hadn’t stopped wanting that since his exodus, in fact now that it was the standard he seemed to want it even more. And on Dari’s side, there were no longer any reasons not to give Rory exactly what he wanted, and he was even less inclined to hold back, which the human clearly loved. He became a regular in their family playtime, Ryodin taking quite the fancy to him as well, and he and Andayl often enjoying grinding against each other while the two were humped by the cock-bearing dragons.

It was a wonderful new world for Rory, finally free to enjoy the body he wanted to enjoy for so long but had been too burdened by the unwanted pressure to change to really embrace himself. And as he did, he got ever more comfortable in his heavily submissive side as well…maybe it was ironic that he got an erotic thrill out of being controlled and overpowered, but there was such a difference to being in that state because he wanted to be and being there because someone else wanted him to be. The freedom to choose when he wanted to relinquish control, that was something important to him, and could only be possible when he could be himself…and it certainly helped to have people around who wanted to see him satisfied. Letting Dari control him and dominate him, or Ryodin, who took after Dari in a lot of ways, or even having Andayl dictate the action, however he might want to…and then there were the nights they went to the clubs, a sprawling morass of sexuality the likes of which Rory had never even fantasized about, and he was EVER so popular from the moment he set foot in them. He let them sweep him off his feet, take him at their leisure, everything was lost except for pleasuring other males, and getting their pleasure in return…to think that he could have missed out on this if he’d given in!

Probably the best day was the day he got the collar. A gift from Dari, a simple and ornamental thing yet carrying so much meaning underneath, especially the golden ‘OBEY’ tag. The rules were simple - it was Rory’s choice when and where to wear it, and he could remove it at any time he wished, but when it was on, it was a statement that he would simply obey, without question or hesitation. He hadn’t taken it off for a week upon first getting it…even then, he’d only done so reluctantly, and with resolve to use it again quite quickly after. And indeed, he spent more time with it on than off when he could get away with it, and enjoyed every second of it.

But there was one good reason he had to pull back on its use…at least, several months later, when he and Ryodin were up in the morning, dressed for once and ready to head out to the public tertiary academy, Rory having been enrolled in the institution over the summer at his own request. While he deeply appreciated Darigas as a tutor, he craved a more social environment, and it was decided that a few years to explore potential interests would do him good anyway. It was going to be a very new thing for Rory, going from stifling isolation to a crowded social setting, but he wasn’t going to be alone - Ryodin would have his back, keep an eye on him and make sure that he was given a good chance to adjust.

Darigas met them at the door as they were about to head out, much more focused on Rory - Ryodin needed no support, having been in public schools for years now. “I know we’ve been through this, but I just want to make sure you feel ready.”

“I do,” said Rory with a nod. “I think you’ve given me a good enough foundation…and I want to know what it’s like going to a proper school. I know I’m going to be behind in a lot of ways, but I think this’ll help me get caught up.”

“Don’t worry, Dad, I’ll make sure he’s well taken care of,” promised Ryodin. “Besides, this’ll help him figure out what else is out there, I doubt he has much idea what he wants to study…well, outside of anatomy, anyway,” he added with a ribald smirk.

“Well, make sure not to spend ALL your time studying that,” Darigas replied with a snicker. “You’ll make sure he doesn’t get taken advantage of in a way he doesn’t want, right, Ryo?”

“‘Course. And I’ll make sure he gets taken advantage of in all the ways he does, too. Got plenty of friends who’ll love to meet him.”

“Yeah, they sound like a lot of fun.” Darigas couldn’t tell if Rory meant that in the literal way or the sensual way. Not that it mattered much, he wasn’t about to stand in the way of either one.

“All right, then. Stay safe and have fun, you two.” Darigas stepped aside, and the two departed with a wave and call of goodbye. It was quite satisfying to Darigas to see Rory being so willing to get out and be adventurous after his years of veritable imprisonment, even if he worried that the human might be in over his head…but, maybe he was just the kind of person who could handle it that well. And if he flourished, all the sweeter…he was an adult, after all, and needed to have the freedom to do so, and while Dari would watch out for him, he was going to make sure Rory had the choice to do what he wanted.

Even if he was most looking forward to the nights where what he wanted was to bow to Dari’s every whim.