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It had been a few weeks since the incident with Drago and although Nobu had initially found it difficult to forgive the dragon, deep down he found it difficult to forget how it felt. His stomach always felt empty now, yearning to be filled with more than food. How could anyone be the same after something like that?

Ryo's neck had actually healed completely in a very short period of time. The scar had faded away within just a couple of days, impossible to detect with the naked eye. Even so, it felt as if the scar itself was more than just skin deep. It was a strange sensation, as if his very soul was marked. The boy was confused, perhaps more so than Nobu, having to consider his own willing actions. Every day since, he wanted to return to the school but every day since, he decided against it.

He looked into the mirror very closely and inspected his neck. The skin appeared intact, unbroken or even remotely scathed. He had considered the healing properties of Drago's saliva but also he seemed to wonder what the bites purpose truly was. Was he saving him for later? If that were the case, why did he let him go? What about Nobu? It had crossed his mind that maybe Drago didn't need him until he had finished with Nobu and that he was being saved as a replacement toy just in case but it just didn't seem to be that simple to him.

Back at the school, Nobu had begun to study increasingly harder by the day. To his surprise, the other students had actually begun to treat him differently. He didn't feel like a piece of meat anymore, they could smell Drago on him and he knew it but it seemed it was enough motivation to repel those that would intend to do him harm.

"So, how's all that studying going for ya, Nobu?" Drago asked, sparing his concern to the boy. The dragon had grown attached to the boy and despite what had happened Nobu was growing more comfortable with being around him too. The dragon dressed sparingly while they were inside the dorm, only sporting a pair of boxers. There wasn't a visible bulge, likely because his maleness was sheathed away. Despite this, there wasn't any sexual activity since Drago forcefully took his virginity.

"It's going pretty smoothly. I'm not struggling with it at all." The boy explained, cracking an innocent grin. He had grown used to seeing Drago like this. He didn't mind and besides, the dragon was exceptionally pleasing to the eye. His muscled body, toned torso and noticeable size difference made the dragon not only imposing but physically appealing.

Drago smirked, comfortably lying on his bed while he studied the boy's back. Interestingly, the dragon had denied himself the pleasure of acting upon his own sexual urges. Not yet, not until he could coax the boy into agreement somehow. It wasn't like his initial intentions weren't good ones before, he just wanted to guarantee the boy was safe from harm and unfortunately that took a bit of force.

"What is it you're studying?" Drago asked, with a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Algebra" He began, "I'm great at math so it's no big deal."

"Hey, Nobu... can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead." Nobu replied, turning to face Drago in his chair. The dragon was comfortably reclining on his own forearm, leaning back against his bed.

"I know we haven't talked much about what happened a few weeks ago but my curiosity is killing me." Drago genuinely appeared to be somewhat nervous but he maintained a confident demeanor at the same time, sending mixed messages to the young boy. "I wanted to know how you feel about it, knowing that I was literally inside of you."

It seemed by sheer reflex, Nobu placed a hand on his belly. That empty feeling seemed to grow and his heart beat began to thud loudly in his chest. He took a deep breath and sighed looking toward the ceiling before turning back towards Drago. "I can't really explain it... For a while, it felt wrong and I honestly hated you for doing it to me. Then... I just started feeling empty inside. Not like sad or anything but as if something that was supposed to be inside of me wasn't anymore."

Drago thought the boy's words over momentarily and he grinned in a warm manner. "Nobu, I just wanted to let you know that you and I are currently mated. When you're ready, I can fill that emptiness in your gut. I'll only do it when and if you want me to, alright?"

Nobu was at a loss for words. His mind was struck between two competing feelings and in the end, neither won out. He hesitated to respond but ultimately he answered, "I'll have to think about it... I'm not completely sure yet if that's what I want." Saying that alone caused a tinge of strange discomfort. It was odd that he felt a pain in his chest when, in truth, no physical harm had actually been done. It had to be the weight of such an interesting decision that could cause such a sensation.

Drago flashed a look of disappointment only briefly before the grin reemerged in softer fashion. He would lie back in the bed and sigh deeply, his thoughts swimming with eager anticipation. One day, hopefully soon, he would again feel the tightness of the young human's bowels around his engorged member.

Ryo grew frantic as each day passed. Coming home from school each day only to doodle images of dragons into his sketch pad. Unsatisfied by the images he produced, he would ball the sheets of paper up and toss them into the trash can beside his desk. The memories had consumed his very being and his art failed to adequately compensate. He considered how lucky his friend truly was but seemed to be far more than simply jealous of him, not at all, he was terribly envious.

It wasn't long before Ryo had enough. After he got home from school one Friday afternoon, Ryo could no longer resist. Without wasting much time, he hopped onto his bike and began to head back out towards the school. He peddled furiously, rushing out to the building still in uniform. The boy opened the door and let himself in, walking down the hallway with enough sense to enter the office first.

Azrael noticed the boy first and approached him quickly, offering a warm greeting. "Are you looking for Nobu, again? Was there something you needed to give him?" He asked, but Ryo shook his head in response. "Surely, you're here to pay him a visit."

"I'm sorry but I'm not... I actually came here to see the dragon he shares a room with. I never got his name or anything but I'd like to see him." Ryo admitted, the straightforward kid he was.

Azrael paused and surveyed the boy for a moment; traces of his sons scent were on the boy. He could smell it even though he was certain the child could not. Deep down inside, something in Azrael was about to snap but he was so gentle in nature that he willed himself to remain calm. He recognized the fact that his sons scent was perhaps more of a place-mark than a claim and he sensed the boy's intentions aligned with his own current thoughts. As such, he decided to act.

"Why don't you come with me? I'm sure I know what you've come for." Azrael assured, placing a hand on Ryo's shoulder.

In his room, Nobu had finished his studying and he lay on his bed staring up towards the ceiling. He sighed, thinking over the assignments that had been scheduled for the following week. It seemed the school year was really beginning to pick up. It wasn't long before his mind trailed back to the emptiness in his gut, his body practically begging to be filled but Nobu continued to deny it.

Drago entered the room smelling ripe with sweat and musk. He had come from the schools weight room but his intended destination was not the shower directly, but Nobu. He smiled, sitting on the bed beside the boy. "How's it goin', kiddo?"

"Fine, I guess." Nobu said, sitting up beside the dragon. He leaned his head against him while Drago laid his arms across the back of his neck.

"You ready yet?" Drago asked, perhaps in desperation now. It had to have something to do with hormone levels because Drago wasn't usually as quick to ask. Of course, Nobu declined it with a shake of his head despite the musk wafting pleasantly into his nostrils.

"Not yet..." He insisted, honestly unprepared to be fucked just yet.

"Alright, cool... Well, would you like to go on a walk, maybe? I'll take a shower when we get back if you don't mind." It would have felt wrong to say no. He had already rejected the obviously horny dragon's advances; the least he could do was accompany him on a walk.

They did just that, heading out to the track that was surrounded by the foliage west of the school building. Nobu hadn't actually been here yet so he marveled at the opportunity to surround himself with the beautiful green trees. He roamed the track field beside Drago who walked shortly behind him. It was then that something caught his eye.

It appeared a pack of wolves were making their way onto the track and they didn't appear to be kind. "Hey you!" Covered in grey fur with a scar running down his eyes, what appeared to be the alpha male called out to the duo. "So it's true. That's why he reeks of your scent!" The wolf shouted.

"What business have you with us?" Drago asked calmly, staring down at the pack. Upon further inspection, the alpha was in excellent shape. Though not quite as awe-inspiring as the dragon, it too was a pleasing sight.

He growled at the dragon, standing face-to-face with him. "You privileged types make me sick. If it wasn't for your father's position in the school, that boy would be fair game but you just had to get your scent all over him."

"Hey! The boy is not simply a toy to be lent to anyone who desires him."

"Oh? He's not? Ironic considering you probably use him like one." The wolf barked out angrily, managing to move the carefree demeanor of Drago and force a look of disdain to take its place.

"The boy is under my protection. I did what I had to in order to make sure guys like you couldn't put your hands on him."

"With the benefit clearly being the fact that he belongs to you now. Admit it, what you did wasn't about helping the kid, it was about finding something to fuck until the mating seasons effects subside."

At this point, Nobu wasn't sure if things were going to end well. He noticed the pack was beginning to close in on Drago, surrounding him silently while he was too absorbed with his battle of words. "Drago, watch out!" Just as they were about the pounce, the dragon fought back. The wolves tried to claw and bite while he flailed his arms about, striking the wolves with his thick forearm.

He rushed at the leader, grabbing him by the throat and squeezing down as hard as he could. "I suggest you never attempt to pull something as foolish as this again or I will have no choice but to end your miserable existence. Understood?!" The choking wolf frantically nodded and was let go only to run off with the pack close behind him.

Nobu was at a loss for words now more than ever. Was Drago defending seriously defending him? Perhaps he had misjudged him... maybe there really was no intent to do him harm, after all. Nobu didn't know but he had gained a sense of clarity. He knew one thing was a fact, Drago was his protector. No matter who might want to cause him harm, Drago would ensure that nothing ever happened to him.

"Drago..." Nobu said, only pausing for a moment as Drago turned to face him, "I-I'm ready..."

Azrael had taken Ryo to an empty classroom and had the boy sit on a desk amongst a cluttered wall. Extra equipment was stored here temporarily, at least until the room was needed for use. The dragon paced back and forth, thinking things through for a moment.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked.

Ryo nodded in response, "Absolutely. I won't be able to clear my head until I do it."

"You understand it will hurt, right?"

"Mhm, I saw the look in Nobu's eyes. He kept fighting it but I won't. I actually want this and I'd do anything just to have the chance!"

"Anything?" Azrael asked, staring the boy over as he swung his feet freely whilst sitting on the desk.

"Anything you want, I'll do it. I swear."

"What about a bargain? If you want me to do this I want to make you my designated fucktoy. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere. You will be mine the moment I arrive. Deal?"

"Deal!" Ryo answered swiftly, not exactly taking everything into account but he didn't care either. It wasn't much of a bargain, well mutually so, because in his current state of mind this is what he wanted.

"Alright, turn around on that desk and get on your hands and knees. It should be big enough to support you." Ryo did as he was instructed; his breaths had begun to shake while his nerves were on the fritz. The dragon wasn't going to waste his time so he wrapped his hands around the boy's chest, drawing his claws across the shirt, ripping it open into four clean tears. His fingers reach in and he raked the boy's smooth skin with the sharp talons.

Ryo tried to maintain steady breaths but his anticipation coupled with tensed nerves made this especially difficult. He arched his back as the dragon played with his exposed nipples.

Azrael was really getting tense, so he pulled back and began to peel off his clothes. His suit was tossed to the floor and soon so were his shoes and his pants. Underneath all of that clothing was a mighty form and a body that made his sons pale in comparison. The dark red tip of an enormous cock was poking out of its sheath, dripping precum in measurable quantity. He rubbed it softly as the cock slowly began to extend and slip out of its confines. Azrael grabbed the boy from the table and lowered him onto his knees before him, his cock head pointed at the boy's face. "Suck..." He instructed and the boy brought his lips to the tip, slipping it slowly past them and into his warm mouth.

Due to the spaded shape of the penis, the tip wasn't much of a big deal but soon the inches that slipped past began to increases and slip down his throat. He gagged a few times but Azrael was taking things just slow enough to keep the experience mutually enjoyable. The boy immediately noticed how the cock quickly thickened towards the middle where it was at its widest point. It was roughly the size of a softball, pretty thick for an unused hole.

The dragon made sure to get his muscle nice and wet in the boy's mouth before he pulled it out, then he grabbed the boy and pulled his pants down to his ankles. He scooped the boy up in his arms, pressing his back against his large chest. Lifted in the air, Ryo could feel the tip pressing against his hole and found himself nearly begging Azrael to force it in.

It parted his hole and slowly inched its way inside, the hole clamping down around the base of the tip. "Ready?" The dragon asked and the boy nodded enthusiastically though with strained breaths. Entered for the first time, the enormous size of the tip, though spaded, was widest just above the base and though not as large as the midsection of the cock below it was still huge. The dragon grabbed his hips and eased him down his tool, lowering him slowly down to meet his large thighs.

Not even half way, the cock started to slip beneath the boy's navel. The large tip forming a thick bulge that only deepened with each passing moment. Ryo was clearly in immense pain but he kept still, he had asked for this after all. His tight bowels were being stretched painfully wide by the dragon's cock which was measurably larger than Drago's.

Suddenly, Azrael slipped past an obstruction inside the boy's lower abdomen and with an audible slurp, about five inches quickly slipped deep into his belly. The boy's cheeks were soon wet with tears as he tried to endure the pain he was feeling. Something this big clearly wasn't meant to be this deep. It didn't help that the ridges were erect themselves, digging deep into his organs while the dragon grabbed hold of his wrists to angle him for more.

"Are you alright?" Azrael asked, pausing his advances to offer his concern.

"D-don't hold back... p-please..." Ryo insisted, though out of breath and stretched to his limits. His cock was leaking large quantities of precum and his stomach was swollen with the thick shape being squeezed with each breath. Azrael was milked of his precum with every heavy exhale, the belly it was crammed within tightening to a rhythm.

This human still insisted that he be used like a toy, not to be given pity or to even be used with gentle caution. Azrael's heartbeat thundered loudly in his chest and sure he was breeding a human but his desire to fuck him as if he were one of his own was growing hard to resist. He did just that when he grabbed the boy around his arms just below the shoulders and drove himself the rest of the way inside, his hips flush against the boy's

Ryo cried out as a torrent of cum shot below him, splattering against the floor. The resulting contractions within broke whatever inhibition Azrael had left and so he pulled back half way and slammed right back in again and again and again, increasing in speed and force with each thrust.

More would withdrawal each more to the sounds of the boy's moans only to be shoved back in so deep the boy's stomach would squelch and nerves all over were brushed with the fin-shaped grooves that created bulges themselves in the fleshy contour.

Azrael sat on a desk and merely used his strength to raise the boy off and then drive him back down, the boy's chest poking out as he kept his body positioned nice and straight so the draconic cock would have no trouble in its journey.

Ryo fought to remain conscious, to experience every moment no matter the pain but eventually he passed out. His body worn out, exhausted by such a brutal pounding. Azrael, however, showed no signs of slowing. When the boy finally awoke he had come to realize that the daylight had long since faded and that Azrael was beginning to slow, his hands wrapped around Ryo's hips.

He slipped the boy off of his cock and put him on the floor as he stroked his tool. Now, he would finally finish and with a roar his cum spilled over the boy like a geyser. It showered the boy from head to toe in hot fluids, every inch of him bathed in white.

Azrael smirked as a few final drops leaked against the floor and then he remarked, "You were excellent, boy. Simply excellent. We shall do this again, correct?"

Ryo patted his stomach and nodded with a smile, he had never felt so wonderful in his life. Maybe next time would be better, he truly hoped it would be.