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The wind carried his scream far into the white nothingness that was the sky; there were too many clouds, too much wind, too much cold for him mind to process. The human closed his eyes and felt sick to his stomach when the dragon spiraled down, harnessing the warm flows of wind that rose like columns from the semi-volcanic landscape below.

The ground approached them quickly, and the human could feel the impending impact with some bizarre sense , a gut sense by the feel of it, that he did not even know he had. The dragon, on the other hand, was smug and sly, content with the effect that the flight had on his little two legged friend. the dragon could have flown for hours more, spreading his impossibly large wings that folded neatly behind his back in violation of the laws of human logic; he could, on his spiky back, carry any weights, and for much longer; but he had no incentive to delay.

The deal had been for a short flight. The exchange was more than worth it to the dragon; very few humans would ever consider agreeing to such terms, and he needed one who would carry out the agreement as well as keep quiet. Now it was a matter of finding a very secluded place to proceed with the real treat of the day. The dragon's body froze in the air like a torrent of cooling gold, then glided gracefully, stretching his four legs like a puppy held over a bath; impacted the ground with a gut-wrenching commotion that echoed as if the ground beneath his claws had been a giant drum.

The human was flattened against the dragon's back, which was easily as hard as a tree trunk, though much smother than the miniature scales made it look. Damian had covered it with thick furs, sewn into belts that went around the dragon's belly much like a saddle. But the softening effect of the skins was not enough, and the human smacked into the dragon's back, exhaling his breath and coughing, his head echoing with dull pain. The dragon looked backed at him, inspected the human's face for a second, then concluded: -you're alright. All in one peace

And without waiting for the human to say anything, the dragon squeezed behind the nearby rocks through a crack in the space between them; he was surprisingly agile and very quick on his feet, almost like a cat dancing around pray. He and the human found themselves in a secluded stone ring, where the soil was not watery or excessively hot, and the dragon demanded:

-Take down that damn horse saddle so I can breathe;

-I'm sorry it was necessary; but we'll need it again for the trip back.

-The trip back you can walk - said the dragon smugly - You didn't bargain for a ride back

-But.... it's probably forty miles! I didn't bring any food, let alone..

-I wasn't being serious - said the dragon smugly, swishing his tail within the confines of the tights space, allowing the human access to his abdomen so that the latter could take the saddle off.

-So, why this place? Been here before, Ard?

-I've been here before, yes - exhaled the dragon, still breathing heavily from the flight, his chest moving like the contraptions blacksmith used to blow air in their fires.

-In fact, this is a preferred place of mine - he said thoughtfully -I've taken humans here...before. We have to be careful, after all, most other dragons are not... very open to my newfound guilty pleasure. They are foolishly traditional.

-From what I've heard - remarked the human - That's only for show.

-Well- laughed the dragon honestly - I've mounted many a council member, and some of them male, and none has complained. So they're hypocritical, as you would say. Prideful, in my view. But pride is often, if not always , defeated by desire. Desire trumps all.

-...Can I know ...or get a clue about which council members exactly? - asked the human cautiously, almost tasting the pleasure of knowing such a dirty secret;

-Of course you can - said the dragon, surprising him - Anyone I've mounted gets no discretion from me; I get bragging rights - he said plainly, as if this was just the way things were.

The human paused, considered something , but before he asked the dragon chided him: - Don't start on me now; I won't brag about you; you're too small to be a conquest. This is a ...preference of mine that doesn't bring...anything to my name. The others would consider it cruel if anything.

-I'm agreeable, and we've discussed what I can safely do for you, so why is it considered cruel? - asked the human curiously.

-It's hard for most dragons in position of power to show any imagination - answered Ard thoughtfully- They can't imagine how something like this could be done safely. To them, mating is mounting, and you know that one human, the one who died...

-I thought it was something like that - sighed the human - That idiot ruined it for everybody. The dragon suddenly laughed, a barking roar of warmth escaping his muzzle, nearly deafening the human.

-I think "impressive" is more appropriate in this case - remarked the dragon, lowering his voice, an apologetic grin on his face - After all, he died taking a dragon. Now that - if anything - is an impressive way to die. I'll drink to that some day.

-He should have known his own limits - said the human more to himself - But that should have no bearing on ...such things in general. There should be a possibility for permission, like the werewolves of the north that can cohabit with people...

-It would be interesting to have a wolf -said the dragon suddenly-But, to answer your bewilderment and protest, there is some ground for an argument against it - to us dragon something as small as you looks...too young. Unacceptably young to mate with.

-You're sixty. I'm twenty-five; not such a big difference - remarked the human, taking off his gloves and rubbing his hands to warm them.

-And then there's the fact that certain dragons, either to avoid humiliation, or persecution, simply ate a human after receiving pleasure from them. To tie all loose ends, in a way. -said the dragon with an intentionally menacing voice.

The human stood silent for a while; Then he said: - Obviously you think this arouses me somehow

-No - admitted the dragon - But it arouses me, which is all I am concerned with in the moment; the flight left my bits...cold.

They had discussed this fairly thoroughly, so he knew he did not have to be naked here in the near-arctic cold. He was full of frozen chips of ice from the flight alone and would consider it a minor wonder if he did not get the chills from all this.

-Covan is my personal favorite - said the dragon suddenly -Coven of the Council. You wanted to know, right? Covan the Great, he's as tight in the rear end as a newborn unicorn, mind you that he's ancient. Coven screams while I do him, too. But never complains afterwards. You'd think with all these years he would have grown loose under the tail like all the other...well, dragons of such preference.

-Whaaat? - asked Damian incredulously, dropping his gloves

-He's very soft on the inside - continued the dragon, with obvious pleasure. - And very agreeable; I don't imagine him with a female, but then again - it's a strong instinct. I just had him last month; I hear he was sore for quite some time. Not that he has complained; any old hag that brags about being sore is probably in need of more.

-You're telling me stories - said the Human, shaking his head - You've been with him? As in...

The dragon laughed again, scaring the birds on a nearby rock into a frenzy

-Little fliers - remarked the dragon, pointing with a claw at the birds- Little fliers scare easily. It's as easy to get that greyscale lump Covan to submit as it is to scare these little , pitiful birds into flight. And try as he might, he can't conceal how much he likes it. I don't even pull out of him.

-That...that would be supremely offensive, wouldn't it? -asked the human, enjoying the thought thoroughly.

-Well, I won't get him pregnant, so why bother? -laughed the dragon, laying on the ground - Plus, it's good for him. After I finish, he is a lot less dry on the inside and that saves him pain, because I take him three or four times. The more I finish, the more painless it gets for him. He knows it and doesn't complain. Not that I'd let him; I'd bite him on the neck if he objects, and he'll keep taking it.

-That. Sounds like a dangerous game - remarked the human, approaching the dragon in the tight, intimate space they had occupied.

-Ha - coughed the dragon - Dangerous; that's the least dangerous of the things I do. It's worth it to shut the muzzle of a council member with your own endowment. Even if they flame me, it's worth it. Wouldn't you risk it to make one of your kings you...how did you call it...your "bitch"?

-I certainly would not; the retaliation would be...spectacular - remarked Damian thoughtfully.

-But if there is no retaliation, and he keeps quiet, and he keeps coming, then what? - poked him the dragon.

-Well, then...

-Well indeed - concluded the dragon and lied on his back - Now put some of the oil I told you to buy on your hands . I'll start...rising the stakes.

The dragon illustrated his point by tracing a caw along the scaly tunnel that had appeared in his nether regions, slowly advancing like a hollow snake, expanding in diameter.

-You know exactly what I want you to do - remarked the dragon, and pressed the claw against the flesh, deforming it with the pressure. The human took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and begun the preparation, which had to be quick, if what the dragon had told him was correct. Damian rubbed the oil into his hands, and proceeded to put the tips of his fingers inside the increasingly big sheath, hesitantly pressing in. The tissue was as tight as a rubber band and from within the tube came a strange smell, like a wet woolen blanket. He pressed hard in, but the tunnel did not let him in as the dragon has said it would.

-Press harder - said Ard, not snowing any visible signs of pain - I'll tell you to stop if it gets unpleasant. "unpleasant" Damian wondered - this tubular construct of flesh , out of which the dragon's spear would emerge within a minute was too tight and too narrow for what the dragon wanted him to do; yet the dragon had assured him it was not only possible, but had been done to him before. Apparently the human who was tasked with doing it was on a short "vacation" that the dragon had allowed and he had grown frisky with the need for this particular service. Only human hands could fit there, stretching the tissue to its limit without damaging it; Damian pushed further in, gaining a centimeter, and the dragon made an undistinguishable sound; maybe a moan, maybe a gurgle; the human caught the outside of the tunnel with one oily hand, pressing it against his penetrating wrist like a sweater that had shrunk from drying in the sun. His wrist slowly went in, and his fingers touched a hard, wet , pulsing cone of flesh.

-Press it back in; gently - said the dragon, opening his eyes slowly. Damian pressed his fingertips against the tip, and pressed into it, feeling his fingers sink in the flesh; the dragon's body moved, as if a wave of sand had shifted beneath him; he made a long, exhaling sound, which sounded like whistling. Damien felt the cone of flesh,now hardening into a tip, push against him hard.

-Push it in now or it won't...go back in...to free space....for your hand - commanded the dragon, and the human pressed again, putting some of his weight in; he felt a "give" , followed by a gentle motion backwards, as his hand sunk deeper with a guttural sound, pushing the cone of warmth back in the depth of its sanctuary. The human briefly thought that if he kept pressing the tip down, he would run out of pipe length and he would end up...inside the dragon, not just inside this external tunnel of flesh. Suddenly something that felt like a muscular ring in the dragon's flesh parted, and Damien's hand sunk in some very warm, tightly constrained , wet space. He froze in horror, realizing his hand had gone inside halfway to the elbow; and his wrist was not in the sheath, but inside the dragon's abdomen. And it seemed stuck.

"Crap. Utter Crap" - he thought, feeling the vacuum of the warm, oily space pull his wrist a centimeter further ahead; he hit a strange, hard, undetermined thing that seemed to be the end of this road. The tights muscular ring that marked the place where the sheath came inside e dragon's belly squeezed tighter, making every vein in his wrist pulse. He tried not to move a muscle.

-Excellent - said to his utter surprise the highly satisfied dragon - This is exactly the spot. Rotate your arm...gently.

The human did not move, causing the dragon to open his eyes and smirk: -Afraid you're stuck?

-A-am I? - asked Damien weakly, adding what seemed to him more important - Does it...hurt you?

-Don't make me laugh. I can push you out with little effort; but contracting my abdomen right now would ruin it for me - he chided the human, then said: - Now rotate you wrist clockwise, then counterclockwise. Don't push or pull, you'll ruin my pleasure.

With disbelief on his face, the human did as asked, feeling something shift beneath the pressure of his hand. The tight confines in which his hand twisted contracted, and something inflated under his palm; then the tip of the dragon's spear pressed hard against his palm, almost to the point of causing him dull pain. The pressure was so strong, it pushed back his hand until it was stretching the muscular ring that was keeping it from exiting. The ring gave a little, and he found his hand, much to his relief, leave the dragon's insides. Damien watched how his wrist almost left the tight inner space it had found itself in, and felt the long, warm tube that the Ard's sheath had become with all the blood flow to it loosen around this arm, elongating. It had until that moment, been like a tight sleeve around him hand, a feeling of a dozen rubber bands and thin, expanding flesh that he had failed to register as rather...astonishing.

-Push back in - commanded the dragon - Or it's done for

Damian nodded, not realizing the dragon had closed his eyes again, and pressed , but the tip of the dragon spear , now painfully resisting him, did not allow him to move and inch in.

-Try ...sliding it ...-tried to say the dragon, but his words were interrupted by his own moans; a nearby bird landed on a rock and looked at them curiously, the dragon blowing it away with a jet of warm air from his nostrils.

-Wait...-Damien froze, hearing what sounded like a pain in the dragon's voice- Pull back a little and then push back, and downward...But the second the human moved back, an incredible force pushed his hand out of the sheath in a sleek second, the red spear erupting from it in one, two, three pulsations, growing bigger with each, then halting it's progress; now it was enlarging much more slowly, and pulsing upwards.

-S...sorry - said Damian, not sure if the quick expulsion of his arm from the sheath had damaged the dragon in some way or caused him pain.

-It was me blowing air at that retched bird - snarled the dragon - Tightened my belly...oh, well. For a first time doing that, you did rather well. You followed instructions. You didn't second-guess me. You didn't even scream...

Damian sat down , breathing hard, and looked at his hand; he was half-scared there could be blood there, or some other sign the dragon had been damaged; instead, it was perfectly white, glistening and returning to its normal blood circulation, now that the wrist was not constricted.

-You wonder how you've ever gonna eat with that arm again, don't you? - asked the dragon, laughing. - If people knew a hand could go there, they'd probably make in a figure of speech - the dragon laughed heartily - Like, stick your head in a dragon's sheath, or some other exaggeration. Then he slowly grew serious:

-You're not done servicing me, you know; - remarked the dragon, dragging a claw on his belly with so much pressure it left a trace of scratched scales. - Now you have this -he pointed at his spear - To take care of. Start by gently pulling it; I need to feel it expand after all it took. Then, after it's done its job and retreats...we start all over again. The day is long.