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Hello dearies! It's been a long time, hasn't it? Due to certain unexpected issues happening in my life, I had to delay this update by a lot. Fortunately, I found enough time to edit and make the this third part a lot more enjoyable. There's a good amount of dialogue in here, as well as all manner of oral pleasures.

I hope you'll have a good time reading it. As always, your input is highly appreciated. I love every fav and comment I get, so please don't hesitate in sharing the love <3.

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Laryn awoke to shouts and insistent prodding. Every one of his senses felt dull, and he barely parted his eyelids. Words became an amalgamation of sounds, forcing themselves upon flickering images of his still-vivid dream.

"Laryn!"

His eyes snapped open just in time to see the hand descending upon his sensitive nostrils. No time to pull back. The palm fell down, sending shocks inside his moist nasal cavity. Snarling, he retracted his head away from what finally materialized into a two legged pest.

"You gave me no other choice," its voice carried a smooth urgency.

"A word would've been enough," the dragon complained.

"Huu?" Nyx yawned, crawling from her shelter."Oh, it's Haran," she said sleepily.

"Shoo 'im away," Visha grumbled.

"You heard them...." Laryn yawned, too tired to even speak. His great head fell rather unceremoniously upon an upturned paw. This rude interruption ruined his dreamy hunt. He was this close to catch his prey. Three more wing beats, and-

"This cannot wait," Haran stepped closer to the irritated dragon, crouching to gaze straight into a fiery eye. "Highprince Grengar awaits your presence. He came-"

"Uninvited?" Laryn blinked, cleaning his oozing nose with a quick swipe of his tongue.

"Yes, and for good reason!" Haran frowned. "He didn't tell me specifics, but mentioned it's something important and all that customary nonsense."

"Indeed..."

"Pampered midget!"

Haran barked a few words at the maidens. He always had little patience for their 'nonsense', as he labeled their words.

Laryn was too tired to care for argues, and far too sleepy for words... "He can wait," Laryn curled his neck, meeting his flank as he buried his head under a wing. So tired... Haran jumped over a paw and slapped his head again. The dragon snapped, ivory teeth gleaming as they broke the translucent strings coating their tips. He was too drowsy for nobles and their presumed importance. He was a dragon! He could-

Another slap followed.

"He cannot wait, dragon. Fly there, and do it fast."

"I'm going to eat you."

Haran waved dismissively and kneeled before the dragon's narrowed eyes, "heard that too often to believe it." A smile quickly stretched across his face, a strong contrast to the grumpy words he said earlier. "Now raise your limp wings. Gregan's mages have tracked a dragon. His message was about your own kind, you long tailed oaf!"

The man's words sent a shudder along Laryn's spine. "A dragon?" He licked his fangs. "That's specific enough."

Haran nodded, "Well, that was the only bloody thing he said."

"Female?" the male growled, hopeful.

"Didn't tell me. Go and talk to the man about it!" he helped himself on a horn as he rose. "Fly, you lazy bunch of scales. Wasted enough time talking."

Laryn scrambled on his fours, tail swishing with excitement. A dragon?! He hasn't seen one of his own in years. Surely Grengar would demand a fitting price for his discovery. But who cared? His hoard was enough to buy an entire city. Surely good Grengar would know his station. He was a man of reason more than greed, and every time he bargained he never demanded things above his station. At least during these last years...

"On my back, quickly," Laryn spread flared his wings so wide his joints popped.

"No time," Haran said, much to the maidens' discomfort. "Fly with haste. He's in the third spire."

That would be the dining quarters. Laryn leaped into the air with a roar, growling a few apologies to the trio of humans. The central spire wasn't far, and certainly not troublesome to reach for a highly intelligent man such as Haran. The two females would surely have words to speak, but the sun was still burning in the sky. Surely they could find ways to cover their nakedness.

Laryn swooped over the central spire, tucking his wings as he dived between towers. He aimed for the spiral construction rising at the back of the keep. The third was smaller than the central one, but had a much wider base and more chambers than Laryn ever cared to count. He landed on the ledge closest to the ground, parting the double doors leading inside with a front paw. The air was cold and smelled of spices and freshly cut wood.

"There he is," a voice boomed inside the cavernous chamber.

Laryn walked inside, and bowed his head, touching two of his claws once he reached the edge."Sky's blessing to you, earth dweller."

"Mighty fine greeting from a fire breather, hah!" the noble rose from his chair, nodding. He kissed two fingers, pointing towards the dragon. "Earth's bounty to you, StormWing. You are here just in time. Or eh, a bit late, let's say," he laughed out the last few words and drowned them with a few sips from a goblet.

Laryn jumped down like a cat, flapping both wings to slow his descent. The base of the third spire had been built many times a dragon's size, but that only made it look more desolate. Unlike his nest, there were few statues and runed pillars to decorate the wood covered walls. Instead, several heads, pelts and trophies belonging to all manners of beasts were spread here and there, watching over the wedges formed by tables and chairs piled into each other. They all stood empty, apart from one circular table splayed near a smoldering hearth. The flame-shaped design was unique, crafted after Laryn's request. Gregan took the seat at the flame's edge. He always viewed himself as an important figure.

"Let us share words, then," the dragon padded closer.

"Food first. Always!" The human grumbled and dropped back on his chair, beckoning furiously with a greasy hand.

The scent of spices intensified with every step. Laryn couldn't tell in which stage of the feasting the noble found himself into. He had plates filled with all sorts of meat and cooked vegetables, two fruit bowls, several jugs that had fruit squeeze and wine in their bellies. Everything smelled appetizing. Licking his snout, he dropped on his belly, eyeing one plate after the other. They were all small, fit for humans more than a dragon.

Grengar poked a square of meat, grumbling as he chewed. From this proximity, several details revealed themselves. First, Gregan grew. He got huge, much larger than Laryn remembered from their last bargain. His mouth opened and shut like the opening of a cave, trapping every morsel swallowed for all eternity. Hair spread all around it, short and well cared. The blazing thing covered almost half his face! It bore the color of bark, same as the noble's glistening eyes.

"Mhm. I told them to prepare something for you but..." he chewed a few times, then swallowed. "You know how cooks are. Slow as turtles!" He looked at the dragon, ramming a meaty hand between his horns. "Ghmm... Ever ate turtles, dragon?"

Laryn shook his head. "Is there meat under their armor?"

" 'course it is!" Grengar chuckled, another piece of meat disappearing inside his great girth. "Tasty. Sweet. Meat's a bit stringy, but so are you, eh?" He slapped the dragon again, this time right between the nostrils.

The dragon hissed softly, ignoring the tingles spreading inside his flared nostrils. "I didn't have the luxury of tasting my own meat." He sneezed.

"Depends on..." Gregan drew back just in time to protect himself from the pelting mucus. "Pff. Aim it next time!"

Laryn licked his nose clean. Unreasonable bastard. Noticing the silence, Grengar waved a hand dismissively and leaned closer. He had a bit of trouble with that bulging belly of his. "Matters not. Lets go back to that meat of yours, eh? I may have heard rumors about the two maidens you shelter under your wigns..." he chuckled. "And what they do with their hands."

Laryn poked his tongue out, licking and nipping at a pitiful roasted quill. "They weren't exaggerated. Your females are devious creatures."

"You should try the boys!" Grengar laughed. "They're a bit shy at first, but their hands are just as good. An' they also have...you know." He grabbed at his crotch, bursting into another fit.

"Not tempting."

Grengar was certainly in a bright mood today. Laryn met the noble only a few times during the last years. That grumpy wretch who always complained and demanded certainly didn't look like the man beside him. Past Grengar was smaller and didn't look like a pig, but Flames! He was afraid of dragons, boars, beasts and everything! Now he spoke unrestrained, feasted like a beast and touched where he wanted without even asking permission!

Even now, several fingers rushed between Laryn's lips, working the upper one upwards. Laryn exhaled, forcing his irritation into submission. Humans and their curiosities...

"You got some nasty teeth there, dragon." His face was all scrunched, scrutinizing over the rows of dagger-like teeth. " Servant!" He suddenly called. "Did the boar I commissioned flee from your knife?"

No answer.

Grumbling, the noble slid a meaty hand under Laryn's chin while the other carried two dripping ribs and bread to his mouth."Lazy oafs. The more you give them, the lazier they get."

"I spoil mine," Laryn placed one paw over the other, scratching a bothersome itch.

"Pff..." Grengar sipped from a goblet, murmuring something. "Spoiling rots the mind and the flesh. Make them work for their food. Make them ask for their water. If they take everything for granted..."

"They become lazy?"

"Exactly!" Grengar banged the table with a fist. "Just look how much you're waiting here while I eat and drink and talk... Ghhh," he pushed three plates towards the dragon's head. "Don't like to eat alone. Try those ribs and that fatty bone. I've enough food here to eat for two lives!"

Laryn chewed them three times, swallowed, then scooped the remains clean, prompting another fit of laughter.

"Expected those to last longer. Seervaaant! My dragon's starving. Shall I spice and serve you instead?"

"Almost ready!" A shrilling voice answered.

The female's estimations were correct. After a short talk of food and the aptitude of young boys, three green robed servants pushed a huge tray towards the two. The boar was a ruddy crusted behemoth littered with aromatic plants and dripping with spiced oils.

"That's yours," Grengar smiled, licking his tawny mustache. "Feast."

Laryn attacked the boar with frenzy. Teeth sunk through the soft amber crust, tearing chunks that were hungrily swallowed by his slavering maw. The taste was truly exquisite. Sour oils made the meat tender and oily while the hot spices prickled his tongue. Each chew released more juices, lapped quickly by the dragon's hungry tongue. Grengar continued to talk about his retinue of servants and plans, switching to more grisly topics as the crunching of bones littered the room. War and expansion were mentioned, along with further ambition of developing Nerandra'Lor into a proper, capital city.

Distracted by the sumptuous meal, Laryn growled, hissed, and nodded his head after every sentence. He cared little for human affairs. As long as they kept him out of their ridiculous games of amassing wealth and conquest, he didn't mind aiding them. Nobles, merchants, and high lords came before Laryn to claim a part of his hoard. If the request was reasonable, Laryn agreed without second thoughts. Over the years, his useless gold turned into a spire, then two, slowly adding to the dragon's needs. His two maidens were the result of such trade. Laryn always looked fondly upon that day. Nyx and Visha changed so little compared to his ever expanding keep.

"Mages!" Grengar shouted, face red, eyes aflame with newfound brilliance. He pointed his goblet before Laryn's eyes, drank, then threw it aside. "I want to form a proper guild here. We have sects and towers, but they're too spread. Too useless for... aaagh! AWAY!"

He shoved plates, trays, and everything with a single sweep, then grabbed a handful of chicken bones. "Here," he gestured towards the dragon to approach. Laryn licked his greasy snout and looked at the pile of bones. Grengar shaped a circle. No. A spire. He placed the tallest in the middle, then formed layers of circles from bread crumbs, peeled goose skin, and whatever else he had.

"This," he jabbed a finger towards the middle. "Is my dream. An academy. You have specialized quarters for every class of magic. You have a central spire for trials and tests, store rooms, libraries, smaller academies for initiates..." He pointed furiously towards each establishment. "I even gave enough space for training grounds. Everything is in One. Single. Place."

He shoved everything off the table. Bones clattered, making a real mess. Grengar gripped the dragon's snout. He brought his head close, almost touching his sweaty forehead to Laryn's flaring nostrils. He could smell the lord's sour breath and sweat. A scent far removed from the aroma of the boar he just ate.

"What do you say? Eh? Will you share in your great wealth for the benefit of this city?"

He considered the proposal. Grengar was rather drunk, but this plan of his wasn't born from an addled mind.

"What about my benefit?" Laryn asked.

Grengar smiled. He pulled himself back, downed his goblet, and rose from his chair. "Good question. Yes. Goood question!" He paced around, lost in thoughts. "It will have wings," he tugged the azurite membrane for emphasis. Laryn tucked his wings closer to his sides.

"And a tail!" A hand slid down the dragon's flank, feeling under the lithe tail. "Though perhaps not with spikes like those icicles you have at the end."

"A dragon."

"Exactly!"

It didn't come off as a surprise, though Laryth tried one of his higher pitched growls to appease the human.

"My mages tracked one after my scouts informed me...bah!" he cut the words with a sudden chuckle. "Details aren't important. You'll have one of your own to share this desolate keep with."

"An intriguing offer," Laryn said. He tried his best to still his fickle tail. "I will agree to this bargain."

"Excellent!" Grengar smiled. He pet one of the dragon's forepaws. "Shall we shake...eh, paws on it?"

"Unnecessary."

"I insist."

Laryn lifted his right leg. Grengar grabbed a toe and squeezed, laughing heartily. "Good trade. Good trade. You know I like your kind, eh, dragon?"

"I am rather unique," Laryn growled. "Though not for long...if you keep your end of the bargain, that is," he ended it with a quick snap of his jaws.

"Heh heh. Indeed. Now..." Grengar clasped his hands. "I don't know what kind of dragon that will be. I hope it looks like you and it's female, though with you scalies there's no way to tell!"

Laryn hummed. "There is, if you know where to look."

That made Grengar even more excited. He walked briskly around the dragon, bending and crouching around his hind legs until he huffed from all the exertion.

"Elysra's cunt! I swear there's nothing there!"

"Look more carefully," Laryn's wings shot upwards, trembling slightly under the strain.

Grengar grumbled. He even crouched underneath his belly, poking and touching until he emerged back, red like ripe cherries. "By all Thunders, dragon. Have you no cock?"

"Maybe I don't," Laryn growled with amusement, trailing his tongue along the long claws of a hind paw.

Grengar pulled himself up and grabbed his sweaty forehead. "Storms. My head's bursting. Come on, I want to see it."

"Why?"

"Cause nobody in the bloody city has!" Grengar fussed, punching Laryn's flank.

He barely felt the impact through his hard scales. "Grrr..." he lay on the side, wing lifted, belly up for display. "Do you want me to tell you where to touch as well?"

"I ain't no brat," Grengar scoffed. He knelt below the dragon's upraised paw and ran his hand over the sensitive ridge.

"Here?" He pressed and squeezed.

Laryn hissed softly, tail trembling slightly under the brief stimulation. Gregan had a...strange touch. He groped and fondled more than necessary. He liked to feel rather touch.

"Gods! Looks like a woman's cunt. All wet and fleshy," he slid inside, prompting a short growl from the aroused dragon. He shot a quick glance towards the beast, chuckled, and continued his exploration.

"See what happens if you prod deeper..."

That's exactly what he did. Delving several fingers inside, he poked and grabbed like a clueless oaf. The roughness of his touch upon such a sensitive area sent the dragon into frenzy. Kicking the air thrice, he slapped his tail as his muscles suddenly contracted in a delightful spasm.

Gregan gasped. Face scrunched, he worked his hands over the emerging tip, offering no pause to his attack. He commented something about moans and women, but Laryn was too lost in his pleasure to untangle meaningless words. He always favored the emergence, when his muscles felt rough and tender at the same time. The young throbs satisfied him like nothing else, sometimes even prompting premature releases. It was about to happen now. Fire rushed along his member, urging him to secure his seed with a deep thrust. Laryn pushed, moaning strangely as he approached a very strange and highly sensitive peak.

It was then that Grengar drew back. Absent a proper touch, the dragon's erratic throbs slowed like the continuous growl oozing from his throat.

"Never..." his jaws snapped together inches away from the human's face. "Never tease me like that ever again."

"I-I" Gregan looked back towards the bobbing flesh. "What have I- Did I...?" He didn't wait for an answer before he touched again, prompting a soft snarl along with a weaker throb. Now that his erection stood as lengthy as a hind paw, all that delightful blaze died down. The aches returned all over his lower belly, a bittersweet reminder of his previous releases. Still, the noble's brutish grip had a way of stirring him further.

"I can..." Grengar cupped the tip, then slid downwards. "Can barely grab it between my hands. How long does your spear get?"

Laryn kicked a hind leg as his member spasmed once. "I...I don't know."

"Pfff," a scoff came. "It's certainly wetter than my wife."

Laryn exhaled. The onrush of air rubbed his throat, summoning a soft growl. He became harder and harder, spurred by the pressure poking inside his meaty slit. He was well into the growth phase right now, where the ridges and bumps flared across his hardening length.

"Gods, dragon! You can take a man off his legs with these throbs." Grengar rubbed several times, and even poked a finger inside the bulging tip.

Laryn tensed, claws scrapping the stone floor. The delight returned, making his scales tingle with the promise of release. He doubted he could achieve it, but if the human kept his pace...

Grengar mumbled a few words, stumbling back. His touch faltered. Again! "You aren't- aren't releasing all over me, I hope!"

Flaming infernos! Laryn thrashed his tail, fighting hard to maintain his composure. "Not...yet..."

"I'm wearing my best outfit. Yet..." his words became soft again. For a few quick heartbeats, Laryn only heard the man's heavy breaths as he fulfilled his curiosities. He was particularly interested in the tip, often testing the edges of the cavity with a finger. That...mating he did, when he inserted himself in such a delicate place stirred Laryn like nothing else.

"Agh. Never saw a dragon at his peak. You're so warm...."

The dragon tensed. The touches grew bolder. Stronger. Soon, he would-

The pressure vanished, along with the hands inflicting it. Laryn throbbed once, meeting nothing but irritating scales.

"Gah. Takes too much effort. Would've liked to see you release if my fingers weren't all aching."

He roared, drenching out Gregan's pitiful excuses. Rolling on his belly, he thrust quickly, trapping his erection between two hard surfaces. The pressure was there, yet the surfaces were much too rough to stir his dying blaze. Pushing himself back on the side with an annoyed hiss, Laryn licked at his needy flesh, tongue trailed over the tip just in time to catch a spurt of pre-seed. He didn't need a cowardly human to satisfy him. His tongue felt as good as any touch. Better, if he pushed all the way inside his maw. Laryn licked several more times, throbbing with equal lust and discomfort.

He turned towards Gregan, panting like a dog. The man's hand rushed away from the bulge between his legs, pretending to scratch his beard.

"Shall I indulge you?"

"Hmh?"

Absent minded oaf. "Give you a sight to remember," Laryn flicked his tongue over his whole length enticingly.

Gulping, Gregan nodded. "Y-yes. As I said, I never saw a dragon pleasure himself. Long tongue, long cock...mhmmm."

Laryn roared out his excitement and returned to his crimson spear. He licked and prodded on and around the soft bumps, tasting every bit of his arousing musk. Trailing down to the base, he licked all the fluids oozing from his tense slit. A simple push of the snout on the sensitive flesh made him squirm like a hatchling. Laryn nuzzled the erogenous area, whimpering softly while his claws flexed and scratched. After three throbs, his tail slapped, flexing under the tremendous strain pushing against his lower belly.

Laryn couldn't handle all this teasing. He drew his neck back and thrust inside his maw. He yowled, melting in the intense heat. The member flexed needily, poking the sharp teeth above. The dragon pulled back reflexively, licking around the tip of the limb-sized pole. Each stroke felt delightful, but nowhere as good as the slavering depths of his mouth. Thrusting again, Laryn pushed all the way to his throat. Reflex told him to tough and spit out the fluid wetting the depths of his maw, but lust fettered his choices. This felt too good. Too...right. Too tight. His wriggling tongue and quick breaths brought unbearable amounts of stimulation. Just holding still brought the dragon on the edge of climax. Laryn thrust quickly and feebly, rubbing all that impressive length along the barbs of his tongue. He shifted it from side to side, stimulating every bit of his throbbing member. Rough altered with soft when he thrust under his tongue, and the grazing of his teeth added a tinge of pain to the maddening pleasure.

Laryn couldn't hold it too long. The moisture, the warmth, the licking and the taste overwhelmed his senses. Laryn yelped a weak roar and wrapped his tongue around half his length, squeezing as hard as he could.

The pressure sent him way over the edge. His wings stopped mid-flap. His claws froze on the stone, and his tail straightened behind his arched back. Laryn closed his eyes, blinking away the bright specks dancing before his eyes. The pressure was much too strong. It raged from within like a wild blaze, eating away at his abused muscles. For a few heartbeats, Laryn felt stiff as the stone below him.

He burst. With a violent clench, his member spewed the first spurt deep into his throat. The emerging roar turned into a pitiful cough, sending seed dribbling everywhere. More followed, each stronger than the last. Laryn's claws skid on the ground as he thrust repeatedly, consumed by the urge to secure his seed. Voluminous spurts washed down his gullet, swallowed as hungrily as the desperate streams. Gooey liquid quickly pooled inside his maw, escaping through any available gap.

Laryn cared not for the unceremoniously messy release. Each throb sent bursts of delight across his form, and each burst provided more seed to swallow. Laryn only opened his eyes when the ordeal reached its end. He blinked twice, then gave a couple more squeezes, coercing two more weak spurts. He tasted the liquid on his tongue, savoring the rich taste of his own nurturing seed before swallowing it. Once that was done, he pulled back, cleaning both maw and member with broad strokes of his tongue.

Gregan remained stunned. He watched in awe how the dragon ejaculated and cleaned his own seed. Though the volume was pitiful compared to his previous releases, Gregan still watched with wide eyes.

"Storm's breath, dragon! It's all over your mouth!"

His fangs felt strangely slick. Cleaning on and around them, Laryn pulled his tongue back to form proper words. "The amount matters little. Females have been known to bear eggs after being filled only by a single spurt."

"Mated them yourself, have you?"

"A few, yes." But it has been so long ago. Laryn couldn't even remember their scents, least the warmth of their sex. He turned thoughts from veiled past and dashed a paw over his snout, trying to clean the seed he couldn't reach with his tongue. After two tries, he gave up and returned his attention towards the retreating member. He licked carefully around the oversensitive flesh until it disappeared inside his aching slit. That area stood completely clean, but the same could not be said about his chin. Laryn growled towards the human.

"I need your cloth and your hands."

"What for?" He asked, as if it wasn't obvious.

"To clean myself."

"Flames, no! I already feel like thrice the oaf for touching your..." He didn't say the word. "I'm done here."

Laryn roared. He got on his fours, shivering from the copious stimulation. He was upon the human in an instant, trapping him between two huge forepaws. Gregan closed his eyes, yelping as a pup as Laryn rubbed the remaining seed off on the man's robe. He crawled away at the first opportunity, grumbling like a drunkard. "Unreasonable beast."

"I indulged your curiosities. Do I deserve such insult?"

"Err...no," Gregan shook his head. "You deserve thanks and gratitude for showing me you're not a female," he slapped the dragon's neck, laughing. "Even if you feel and smell like one!"

Mirth suited him better than sulking. Laryn pushed his snout into Gregan's chest, throat rumbling with delight. His females were fierce and relentless. Being compared to one was no insignificant praise.

Grengar pushed, grunting. "Don't get all mellow now, dragon. I won't bed you even for the entire hoard you amassed!" He tried to laugh, but the frown on his face and the stiffness poking his robe betrayed him. "By all the Flaming Thunders, you got me real hard. Even my lady struggles with that from time to time."

"I would meet her," Laryn crouched, licking between two teeth.

Grengar burst. "Pfhaha! You'd kill her in a thrust. She's not as big as me," he pet his belly for emphasis. "Yes. Frail thing, my wife is. But enough of that!" He grinned. "Lets see that fabled hoard of yours."

"That's where we're flying."

"We?"

Laryn craned his neck, pointing at the spike-less spot above his wing joints.

"Gods above..." Grengar muttered. He looked at Laryn's extended forepaw, then shook his head. "I'm not climbing on that."

The dragon hissed.

Grengar placed a foot on it. His hard boot slid even easier than his hands. "All slippery. Want me to break my back, dragon?"

"Shall I lift you in my maw?"

"Gods!" Grengar rubbed his crotch, cursing. His face blushed a bloodier shade of red."Not while...you know."

Laryn cocked his head.

"I'm too bloody hard to ride!"

"Dragons have a delicate touch when they want to."

The noble chuckled, petting the approaching snout. "I'm sure they do, but whaaa-" His words turned to a rasp hissing, losing their meaning. He jumped back, cursing and slapping, hardly prepared for the tongue that parted the folds of his robe.

"What?! What are you-"

He barely managed to retreat. Blocking him with a forepaw, Laryn pushed his snout beneath the cloth, brushing his moist tongue over the noble's exposed member. He smelled strange. Too clean. The suave scent of fruits and perfume prompted a snort. The hot air hit in full force, further aggravating the startled noble. Laryn managed a quick lick over the dripping tip before he pulled his tongue inside his maw, analyzing the noble's faint musk while punches and slaps rained down on his head.

"Licking me? This is just vile. You're-"

"A dragon," Laryn flashed his teeth, eyes on the same level as the noble's. He was all sweaty and flustered, breathing heavily from the ordeal.

"A vile dragon!"

Punch.

He closed his eyes. "This vile creature enjoys himself more than you two legs ever can."

"I-I just ate a feast-"

"And pleasured me."

"I only touched-"

"That was a highly arousing touch upon a private and most sensitive part of me."

"But-"

Laryn snarled, sliding his tongue all over the noble's face to stop the stream of complaints. He froze. "Why are you so terrified of simple pleasures? Most two legs dream of taking and being taken by a dragon."

"They don't!"

"They do."

"We have our own women!"

"Indeed...but they don't have a dragon's touch."

"You're deranged!" Punch!

Laryn spoke no further words. Flexing his paw, he gripped and pulled the human towards him. His nostrils disappeared inside the breezy robe, sniffing. Dragons could tell much from even the faintest of scents. And now, fertility and arousal were all over Grengar's tense flesh. Laryn flicked his tongue, tasting the noble's erection. He tensed instantly at his touch, thrusting into the dragon's moist tongue.

"Gah! You're a...lustful beast made from...aaaagh!"

He hardly resisted the onslaught. Every throb released fluids latched with the promise of seed. Laryn circled around the tip, pulling the loose skin all the way back. Grengar ceased his struggles. He grabbed the dragon's horns, steadying his unsteady legs. No creature could deny pleasure, two legged or not. Feeling his throbs tense, Laryn embraced the tight rod with his flexible tongue and pulled it deeper inside his maw, exhaling softly. Saliva rushed across his tongue, followed by warm, gusting air. No amount of willpower could resist such torment, and Laryth knew it.

Gregan yelled, thrusting deep into the scalding maw. His seed burst forth in ropes, splashing again and again on the dragon's slightly barbed tongue. Laryn quickly unwrapped his tongue, pinning the throbbing eel. Coiling his tip, he tickled the oozing tip, tasting the human's sticky seed. It reminded him of fish and water creatures, a flagrance far removed from the exotic taste of his own seed.

When his peak subsided, Gregan drew back. He breathed quickly, eyes squinted under furrowed eyebrows. Wiping his face with a burly hand, he looked towards the dragon.

"That..." he pointed. "Never happened. Don't tell anyone-"

"How I pleasured the mighty noble Grengar?"

"NO!" His voice boomed. "I have women for that and you're...you're a dragon!"

"So that makes it improper."

He nodded several times. "Very, very improper. If I wasn't trading with you, I would-"

"Do what?" Laryn challenged, tail swishing from side to side.

The human chuckled. "Nothing. Lets just fly, and..."

"Avoid this stimulating discussion?"

"Aha. Ghhm."

Laryn conceded. Grengar deserved a measure of relief after his unexpected release. The noble approached cautiously, eyeing Laryn like prey waiting to be pounced upon. The dragon bowed his head, busying himself with a paw.

"Yeah," Grengar mumbled. "Lick that instead of helping me...gah!" he struggled to hoist himself on the dragon's back. Laryn lent him his head- much to the dragon's displeasure- and waited for the familiar weight to crash on his back. It came after a heartbeat, and it was quite noticeable for a two legged creature. He rose on his fours, not waiting for Grengar to find his proper position. That displeased the human. He weaved a few insults before Laryn flared his wings. Once he took to the air, words quickly turned to fearful yelps.