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Cairn took another sip of his sweet wine as he watched the hunky dragon sitting several chairs away reject another potential lay.

The suitors were all smaller than he was, and they all had the scrawny submissive look. Most of them were shirtless, showing off their light bodies, and acted rather slutty. The sky-shaded dragon wasn't interested in a single one of them, and the last fox that went up to him had been greeted with an almost scowling face of pre-rejection.

There were two theories that bubbled into Cairn's mind. The white wolf took another sip of his wine as he decided which theory was more likely to be correct.

Either the dragon was at the club's bar for just a drink and didn't want to be bothered, or he was just as much a subby bitch as all the sluts that had tried to hit on him.

Seeing as how the club was very much known for gay hook-ups, the second theory was far more likely to be right. He set his wine down and decided to test his hypothesis.

Ken saw the wolf approaching him and gave one of his eyes a quick glance. He sighed as his initial analysis was not very promising. He was a white wolf, limber build lined with lithe, but not bulging, muscles which were dwarfed by his own. He possessed a build of a runner or a swimmer, and his muscles were built for endurance not strength.

He was sexy as hell, Ken thought, especially in his black leather jacket and pants which contrasted magnificently with his fur, but his build wasn't conducive to what he wanted. It didn't really matter to him that much what people looked like since there were very few who looked tougher than his scaly self, but he did want the mental appearance there. It was just that usually an individual's physical appearance coincided with his mental one.

So when the white wolf came up to him, he prepared another polite rejection and started raising his palm.

Except he didn't get to. A paw pressed his hand back down onto the table, eliciting an unexpected yip from the dragon.

"What--"

"Before you send me away, let me tell you something."

Ken raised an eye ridge.

The wolf leaned his muzzle close to the dragon's ear fin. One of his paws found its way down to the powerful beast's thick tail, passed the little band letting his tail flow through his jeans, and drooped lower sideways around it, just hanging above what most would consider an improper area to grope in public. "I know what you want, dragon." His voice became softer and more seductive. "Your rippling muscles and strength don't fool me. I've been watching you."

The dragon shuddered when he felt the paw around his tail. "I--and what exactly do I want?"

Now or never, the wolf thought. He'd either get a sexy piece of hunky ass today or he'd get his face pounded in. He leaned closer to the dragon's ear and whispered, "You want my throbbing cock up your ass."

Ken let out a light whimper. He was discovered, and he had no intention of stopping where it was leading.

Cairn backed off and gave him a toothy grin. "Good. You'll come with me," he said not as if he were ordering him, but instead as if he were telling him the absolutely certain future.

When the beautifully white wolf stood up and started walking, the dragon's well-toned legs obeyed as if his words had been laced with fate's will. They treaded through the club, avoiding the dancing area, and made it to a hallway labeled "Private Rooms."

The wolf stopped in front of the bouncer, a buff looking lion who was still a step below the dragon in almost every aspect, and smiled cheerily at him. "Hey Tim," Cairn said, "I'll have a room tonight, maybe one or two hours."

The lion tucked down his black shirt, stretching the "Security" text and showing off his huge pecs, and stepped away from the hallway. "Sure thing, Cairn."

The wolf nodded and went forward. "Thanks."

Before the canine could pass, however, the lion pressed a firm but friendly paw against his chest. "Do be careful," Tim said. "He looks like he could go all feral on you and permanently damage your back."

The wolf gave him the signature sort of grin his species possessed and had his paw gently shove off the lion's larger one. "Don't worry about me," he said. "Don't worry at all."

Cairn stepped through and the massive scaled beast behind him followed. Ken gave the lion a friendly nod before following his new companion into an empty room down the hall.

The bouncer looked back at them one last time before they shut the room's door. He raised an eyebrow since it seemed as if Cairn had been leading the powerful dragon behind him. His face displayed a bit of confusion to nobody in particular, and then he resumed his guard duty. "No way," he muttered. "A big guy like him? Nah, he couldn't be."

The progression of sequences inside the room went without small talk. Once the dragon was inside, Cairn shut the door, took off his jacket, and hung it on the convenient coat rack. He had on a tank underneath and took it off too, leaving him with only his black pants dueling with his exposed white fur.

Ken only had on jeans--wings made it difficult for top wear, and it was acceptable for creatures possessing them to walk around without shirts. He didn't know what he should do besides stand around, and he was reluctant to be the one to break the silence.

The predatory canine walked forward and pressed his paw against the dragon's chest. He didn't have to exert much strength: Ken acquiesced to the paw and let himself be pushed easily backwards onto the bed, his legs hanging off the edge.

"So," the wolf said firmly, "you like lifting your tail, do you?"

The blushing pink skin beneath the dragon's cheek scales was beginning to bleed through its blue color. "Y-yes."

The wolf stood at the edge of the bed, towering over the laying dragon. His paws wandered around the scaly body, ravishing the deeply curved muscles lining Ken's body. "A big strapping dragon like you, eh? Who would've thought?"

The dragon quivered at his touch like jell-o against a spoon. His wings folded down, and he made no vocal reply. Instead, the whining, almost pleading noises, erupting from the mighty dragon's mouth told Cairn what he needed to know.

The dragon was a bitch in heat, and he was begging for his cock.

Cairn flipped Ken around so that his tough belly scales were flat against the mattress, the dragon helping his furry paws turn his heavy body over, and chuckled. "A feast for wolves," he said, grabbing the dragon's thick tail base and pushing it upward. "These pants are a bother," he said before he deftly removed them from the dragon with the skill of a man who had done this sort of thing rather often.

Ken shivered as he felt the relatively cool air of the room lap against his bare ass and legs. He whimpered and whined a little more, driving the wolf mad with lust.

Cairn licked his lips as the dragon's magnificent ass was revealed, the taut cheeks and muscular legs reflecting the strength he possessed and making his submissive mentality even more savory. His paw went down to his crack, one finger sliding between those hefty cheeks, and then it found his scaly sack, the pouch holding his heavy jewels.

The canine could take no more of this teasing--the hunk bitch dragon was making him horny beyond measure. He stripped himself of his last articles of clothing and tossed his black pants and underwear away, his mostly hardened cock ready and waiting to penetrate the subby dragon beneath him.

"Ready, my big bitch draggy?"

Ken let out a pathetic whine as his answer.

The wolf took one look at his massive shaft, the canine's rod smaller compared to the dragon's but still relatively rather large when compared to others of his species. He glanced at the tightly sealed hole beneath the scaled tail and shook his head before moving towards a small table by the bed.

Ken felt his dominating partner's presence fade, and he made a begging noise as he looked for where he'd gone.

Cairn had opened the drawer and grinned at the dragon. "You look tighter than a human," he said. "Good thing they stock the best lubes here."

"Fuck me..."

The wolf moved back behind him and popped open a bottle of lube. He slickened his cock with it, making it glisten despite the dim light of the room, and then he poured a bunch onto his paw. He slid his hand between the dragon's cheeks, applying the lubricant everywhere rather liberally, and then he slipped a wet digit into the dragon's tail hole.

It was tight. Even with all the lube, Cairn had difficulty sliding in even one dulled claw into the dragon's ass. When it was all said and done, however, the wolf could feel his cock twitch with the need to be inside that tight-as-a-virgin hole.

"Fuck you're tight," Cairn said. "You know, I've spent a couple of years cruising around the gay scene, and you're the first bitch dragon I've ever seen."

"E-everyone expects me to be on top," the dragon said weakly.

"But not today. Your draconic heritage seems to have made your ass tight beyond what anyone as big as you should be. Even nature seems to think you should always be the dominating one, eh?"

"Yeah..." the dragon said regrettably.

"Heh, nice to see such a magnificent specimen like yourself so willing to give your ass."

Ken mewled at him, his way of begging for that finger wiggling through his seal to be replaced by a cock.

Cairn obliged him and tapped the tip of his shaft against that scaly ass, the hard flesh seeking the partially obscured soft flesh, a light pink in a sea of sky blue.

"Mine," the dominant canine said before plunging his member into the tight tail hole.

"Yours," the dragon whispered as his ass was filled with thick meat.

Cairn's lubed cock stretched the tight passage, but not without considerable effort. The dragon grunted and groaned as the endowed member pushed further in, his claws tugging sharply at the pillows and almost piercing them despite being dulled. It took several rough shoves for the white wolf to finally have his pubic fur touch against the dragon's sapphire scales.

Ken was making and continued to make noises only a slutty bitch would make.

"Like that, huh?"

The submissive dragon nodded meekly.

"Tight as fuck. Let's start."

Cairn's first minute of humping required plenty of effort to stretch out the dragon's naturally tight ass, but he was determined to have his heavy furry balls touch two scaly mounds with each cycle of thrusting. It took work and another application of lube, but soon he was pistoning into his bitch and breeding him faster and faster. The wolf held very little restraint--the slut whoring himself on his slick cock was still a dragon even if he was a bitch, and that meant Cairn was not afraid to fuck him as hard as possible.

The densely muscled sky blue dragon, meanwhile, took it like a good bottom. Cairn would even call him a fantastic bottom. The dragon had whined and moaned when they'd started, but once he was good and stretched out, he had started humping back, meeting his powerful thrusts.

The white wolf was even gracious enough to give his bitch a few strokes of his uniquely textured cock. It was a sad thing, really. His paws could feel the ribs and the shape of the dragon's cock, but he knew it was all for naught--it would never pleasure anything with the way its owner was going about things.

Watching such a powerful creature submit himself was turning the wolf on badly, and he could feel the urge rapidly approaching. His knot engorged itself quickly, and it was soon bashing against the sensitive opening, the bulb large enough to scrape along the tender scales surrounding it.

As they inched closer to the end, the wolf leaned down over Ken's back, laid between his wings, held onto his shoulders, and increased the force of his thrusts, trying his best to pry open the tight tail hole to stuff his knot inside.

Pound pound pound. Open open open. Ahh...

The wolf needed to tie with this bitch. He needed to have this mountain of muscle under his dominion. The dragon even smelled like a subby slut at this point, his pheromones almost feminine. A good whiff of it was enough to get anyone in the same room hard and eager for ass.

Cairn pushed once more, his knot almost breaking through the seal. "You want it draggy?"

"I want it," the dragon pleaded pathetically.

The wolf retreated his shaft slightly. "Sorry, what do you want? I can't hear you."

Ken squeezed his ass, fearful of the wolf removing his member. "I-I want your cock in me all the way. Knot and all. I want you to make me yours wholly. I want you to mark me with your seed."

The wolf growled lustfully. "And you'll have it all."

Cairn gave one long forceful shove, and the dragon was pushed forward until his thighs hit the edge of the bed. Ken's eyes were wide-open, his body sending mixed signals of pain and pleasure, while his ribbed dragon cock throbbed as it awaited that final pop to trigger its release.

Wider. Wider. Wider. Schlop!

Ken roared when the canine's knot burrowed in at last. It was a primal roar, a roar showing the wolf above that he was still fucking with a predator greater than himself, and for a single moment he was frightened by his own bitch.

Nature versus nurture. Nature said Ken was a dragon, and always a top. Nurture had somehow turned him into a subby bottom. It would never completely eliminate his predatory nature, but it was having a good time of it.

Cairn didn't have much time to be frightened. As soon as he tied with his whore, the dragon had reached his apex and started cumming. He could feel splashes of warm fluid soak his furry footpaws. The strong muscles lining the dragon flexed and stretched. His wings opened to their largest form. His tail stiffened. But most importantly, the wolf felt the dragon's flesh tunnel contract and expand, milking his canine cock for all he had.

The wolf held off against the suckling ass as long as he could, but soon he unleashed his own feral howl to counter the dragon's roar. Cairn's seed filled the dragon's insides, making Ken moan out more submissive sounds of pleasure.

Their cocks pulsed and pumped until at last their balls were emptied. When their orgasms subsided, the wolf nuzzled Ken's ear fin with the tip of his soft nose. "This is going to hurt," he whispered.

The dragon's eyes shot wide open. "What? Wait, don't--"

His pleading was replaced by a painful screech as Cairn started pulling his hips backwards as hard as he could. His knot popped out with a loud wet smack, leaving the dragon huffing and trying to recover.

Cairn ignored the dragon's cries and stepped back. Fresh wolf cream dribbled out of the well-used scaly ass, and the dragon had stained most of the lower part of the bedding and a rather large part of carpeting with his bitch seed. The white canine was amused in the irony of the dragon's role: the magnificent blue beast could cum enough to fill several mouths, but his potent seed would always be wasted.

The wolf went back to his jacket and fished out a card from a pocket. He'd kept a bunch of them in there just in case he'd need them like today.

"Here's my number," Cairn said. There was no question, no demand. He didn't need foresight to know the dragon would call him. He simply left his card on the little table by the panting dragon.

The wolf left the room, shutting the door behind him, and walked by Tim the security lion. "Thanks for the room," he said. "Tell Paul to put it on my tab. I've still got another hour, so leave the dragon in there until he's ready to come out."

"Will do," the bouncer said.

The wolf walked confidently away, and the lion couldn't help but notice that he wasn't walking funny at all. The bouncer looked back down the hall and stared at what had been Cairn's room. "No way," he muttered.

He started towards the door, curious to see what was inside. It was totally against policy and probably illegal, but he just needed a little peek...