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God, I had so much on my mind that I was surprised to not have developed some sort of disorder. Anxiousness was to put it lightly; it was more like a foreboding trepidation that made me want to curl up into a ball and never see the world again. I had seen enough blood and death this week to last me a long, troubling lifetime.

And what was I supposed to do about Reza? His entire existence only fueled my hatred for him. To kill a dragon… It was unthinkable to me, but I was mostly worried about what he would do next. What if next time it was a dragon I knew on a personal level?

In a world filled with wondrous dragons, beings I could only dream about until now, I was stuck in a state of constant worry—well, nearly constant.

Because I forgot about all of that when I saw Bryce at my doorstep. His handsome, copper scales rippled with powerful muscles, and splitting his broad chest was a creamy, plated underbelly that ran all the way down his thick tail. Sharp, metal-colored claws clacked on the floor as I invited him inside for what I liked to call another “date".

Entirely his idea, of course.

“Hey, Bryce. I know you wanted to get out of your small apartment, but I'm afraid mine isn't much more accommodating."

He exposed his carnivorous teeth in a big, toothy grin. “Well, perhaps you're right, but I think the council did an excellent job with this! It's not any worse than mine, and this one has enjoyable company."

I smiled at that and walked him into the living room. Bryce was by far my most favorite company. He could get me to laugh at almost any point, and that really lifted my spirits. In the state of mind I was in now, I really needed that.

It was too bad that the first night we spent together was too hazy to remember. All I remembered was that we had a drinking contest with no clear winner, and then waking up in his house. It was quite the first date!

Our second date wasn't bad either. We spent most of the afternoon talking and lost complete track of time. I found out a lot about him, more than even some of his friends knew. We sparked a connection together as if we had been friends for a long time.

But our third date was my favorite. We had a dragon-style BBQ with his friends and had a wonderful time, the five of us. Afterward, Bryce took me back to his place, and there we spent the rest of the night together, sleeping and cuddling on the couch.

And here he was for our fourth date, and there was no telling how fast things would escalate this time!

“So, what's the plan?" he asked, his head glancing around the room. There were bookcases, dressers, pictures, a couple windows, and a few pieces of furniture. If not for the lack of a TV and a computer, I would have considered it an entirely modern home.

“You're telling me you came here without a plan?"

He laughed and shook his head. “I figured you would come up with something."

“Well, there's not much to do here, unless you'd like to read," I replied, gesturing with my hand to the bookshelf stacked with books I had yet to touch.

“No thanks, I already have enough fiber in my diet," he said with a smug grin. “I visited you to do more than just read."

I felt my stomach get a little queasy. Did he mean…? Knowing Bryce, that was entirely a possibility, and I honestly hoped that was what he had in mind—though I figured I should play it out so I didn't ruin my chances with him. We were two completely different species, after all.

“Well, then what did you come here for? I'm afraid I'm not that interesting," I retorted with a slightly nervous chuckle. I could almost feel his golden eyes lingering over me. His head was level with mine, but his thick, muscle-bound body was probably six times my weight!

“On the contrary! But let me take a look around your apartment; I think I have something in mind."

I sighed and sank back into the couch as Bryce padded into the kitchen. The last thing I saw was his bronze tail disappear behind the archway before I heard him rummaging around.

“So you came here to eat?" I called out to him, laughing to myself. Unbelievable.

“Not quite!" he called back before I saw him with a wine bottle between his teeth. It was a cheap, unopened one that had been here since my arrival.

“Ah, so that's what you were after," I said with a grin. Of course he would be after the alcohol. “I'm surprised you didn't raid the fridge, too."

“This will do for now," he replied and placed it on the table. With surprising grace, he spun it around perfectly until he stopped it with the cork pointing at me. He wore a suggestive grin on his muzzle with a glint in his eyes. I couldn't deny that I loved that face. The earthy tones of his body only complimented his golden eyes.

“Oh, so dragons play 'spin the bottle' too?"

He nodded and picked it back up in his paws. “Though we have to empty it first," he suggested and uncorked the top with a talon.

“You expect me to drink that cheap wine?" I asked with a disapproving frown. “I thought you were more of a fan of beer, anyway."

“I don't know how you humans do it where you're from, but here we dragons don't waste anything." He pressed the mouth of the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back as he suckled on it like a baby, until nearly three quarters of it was gone. With a sigh, he wiped his lips and offered the rest to me. “If you don't mind dragon germs."

I shook my head and took the bottle from him. I gave him a smirk and drank the rest of it in one go. “Not at all," I replied and set the empty bottle down on the table with a satisfied sigh. It certainly did taste cheap, but I didn't hate the flavor.

He rumbled approvingly and looked into my eyes. “Good. You would fit in well in this world." Then he moved around the table and sat down across from me on his haunches. “Now, we can play 'spin the bottle'!

“Don't we need more people for that?" I asked, giggling. I could already feel the wine getting to me. My cheeks felt flushed, but my head was still pretty clear. Or perhaps it wasn't the alcohol getting to me, but the devilishly handsome dragon sitting in front of me… Either way, I wouldn't be disappointed.

“Damn, you're right," he said unconvincingly like he hadn't thought of this beforehand. “I drank all of this for nothing!"

“I have the feeling you would have drank the wine anyway," I retorted.

“Well, we could play it with just the two of us," he offered with a wink. A devious smirk curled his lips—if this wasn't a blatant suggestion, then I didn't know what was!

Although I did feel nervous, I met his grin with a wide one of my own. “Then what's the point in even using the bottle?"

“C'mon, where's your sense of funness?"

“Is that even a word?"

We both laughed, obviously feeling some of the effects of alcohol. For drinking almost an entire bottle of wine himself, Bryce looked awfully steady; he must truly be a pro.

“You should lighten up a bit and relax," he said a bit more seriously. “I noticed that look in your eyes when you first opened the door."

“Was I that obvious?" My smile faded and I found myself nodding my head. “I know… It's just a bit hard to lighten up with all of the recent events. Things just aren't what they used to be when I first came here. Reza's actions are threatening our agreement and with it the survival of everyone I know back home. And with me helping you, he probably… N-never mind, sorry. We were having a good time and now I'm just mumbling my worries."

Bryce stepped over closer to me and sat directly in front of me. He put a paw on my knee and gave it a firm squeeze. I briefly wondered if he could crush it if he wanted to. “No, let it out. Let it all out."

I sighed and stared at anything other than my comforting friend. “I never thought I would get into a mess like this. Ever since I was a kid, I dreamed about dragons. I always wanted to meet one, a living and breathing dragon, but you guys were just myths until recently. It was my dream to come here; when I signed up for the program, I could hardly contain my excitement just for the opportunity to finally see a dragon for myself. And it was truly amazing to meet everyone here and find that we're not so different.

“But now, I'm stuck in the middle of everything, and all I can do is make the best of it… I never wanted to see a dead dragon."

Bryce was silent for a moment, most likely waiting for me to continue speaking again. “You know you're only involved in the investigation because we needed your help, right?"

“I know, and I'm doing everything I can, but that doesn't make the situation any easier."

Bryce turned his head away, a frown furrowing his brow. “You don't think I know that? Me, the one responsible for every action our police are taking in this matter? If you want to go ahead and blame someone, blame me. I can take it."

“I don't blame anyone… I'm just not comfortable in this situation," I responded. I noticed that he only seemed to get angrier, but it was directed at himself. I wanted to extinguish the building fire, but now I was afraid it would only escalate.

“And whose responsibility is it? No matter how you look at it, it's me. I was the one who didn't listen to Maverick about Reza. Had I acted then, this whole thing wouldn't have spiraled out of control! He's done more to prevent this mess than I have, and I punished him by forcing him on leave. If I had done anything different, we might have caught Reza, and this would all be over."

He exhaled deeply. I could hear the pain in his voice. He blamed himself entirely for all that had happened, bearing the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Even he wasn't strong enough to lift that—no one could. I wanted to say something, but the words stuck in my throat.

“Let this be my official apology to you," he continued, “I apologize for anything I might have done to wrong you. I'm sorry for putting you through all of this when it is my responsibility."

I clenched my hand into a fist before relaxing it and resting it on his paw that was holding my knee. I mustered up the courage to meet his eyes when he looked over, and there I saw the turmoil burning inside his golden spheres. “You don't need to apologize… for anything."

He pulled away and backhanded the wine bottle on the table. It shattered as he struck it, and the glass shards fell to the floor behind him. “Then what do you want me to do!" he roared and bared his teeth in a snarl.

I thought my heart had stopped. An ache in my chest reached out to him and crawled into my throat, but I was wordless. All I could do was watch his rage unfold. Had I not known him better, I would have been scared for my life. I gulped and finally said, “I don't know."

Silence.

Bryce's face softened into a sad frown as he looked down at his talons. “Do you think it's easy seeing so many people die on my watch? Do you think I don't keep asking myself the same questions? What I could've done differently, and if that would make a difference?"

I swore I saw a single tear drip onto the floor. His eyes did look wet, and I never imagined that I'd ever see someone like Bryce cry.

“You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I'm not. It's my duty to save them, but I could never save them all."

I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my composure under control. “Only a monster would be used to something like that," I said. My words didn't have any effect.

Then he looked up at me with those sad eyes. I just wanted to squeeze the sadness out of him; I never wanted to see anyone like that, dragon or not. It was heart-wrenching.

“You've seen more than enough death by now. How do you remain so calm? Do those that have died mean nothing to you?" He scrutinized me with his golden eyes, his face scrunched miserably.

My lips trembled before I had to cough and rub my runny nose. “It's just… I didn't know any of them personally. Trust me; I had a hard time witnessing those crime scenes. Although they were dragons, it still gets to me, even if I don't show it."

“I'm sorry for making you look at a corpse on your first day here, but I had to. Your help has been invaluable, and it's not like I could have asked anyone else." He sighed again. “It's the same for me, really. Sure, they could ask someone else to be the chief, but if I'm best suited for the job, who am I to reject that?"

“Is that why you drink?" I asked. Out of all the dragons I had met here, Bryce easily drank the most, and he had quite the reputation for it.

He seemed to have calmed down considerably. He looked up at me and half-nodded. “I suppose it is. Everyone believes I drink for fun, but I guess they're wrong, aren't they? They don't realize what it means… Everyone has their own way of coping, but it's common for those of us on the force to reach a breaking point. Not everyone can handle it; that's why I'm worried about Maverick right now. Research has concluded that alcoholism and suicide have high rates among the force, and he isn't much of a drinker nor does he cope very well."

“You think he's at his breaking point?"

He nodded as his eyes drifted to the floor again. “He's taking the whole Reza situation very personally."

“It's personal for me too."

“No matter what you may think about him, he is the one that found Reza's hideout… I guess you both have helped a lot in the investigation." He lifted his head back up and gave a small smile. “My point with all this is: We're a small, tight-knit group at the police station. The bond we form on the job is how we know to look out for each other—there's nothing else quite like it."

His smile diminished and his frown returned. “How many more do you think have to die before we stop Reza? He's more dangerous now than ever…"

“I hope no more," I answered. I was not in the mood for any more death.

He put his paw back on my knee and looked into my eyes. “Well, whatever happens, I'm just glad to have known you."

The dark emotions lifted from me as I met his smile with my own. “Likewise."

“I'm not one to get all sappy; but you know, I'm really glad you stayed with us," Bryce admitted with a light chuckle. “I couldn't tell you how glad I was to hear the portal broke. I would have broken it myself had I been able!"

“You would risk your job for me?" I asked. He started to pick up some of the glass pieces littering the floor, pinching them between his claws. He wasn't very dexterous, so I carefully bent down to help him.

“Admittedly, yes. I even took your advice and told Emera the truth." He flashed an even wider grin at me.

“Tell me everything," I responded, smiling.

He chuckled and swished his tail around. “Well, she tried her same old tricks again. They obviously didn't work, but she grew increasingly pushy about it so I outright told her."

“I hope you weren't too harsh!"

He shook his head and looked at me with adoring eyes. “I told her that I was already seeing someone."

My cheeks flushed with warmth before I started giggling. “And how did she react to that?"

“She just looked at me and said, 'oh, I see.' She stopped with the comments after that, but my duties seem to have become increasingly worse that what they were. It's clear that's she's doing it in spite of me, but there's no real way to prove that."

“At least you won't have too much longer," I consoled. “Who are you seeing, anyway?"

We finished picking up all of the stray pieces of glass, checking the floor twice over to make sure.

“It's not obvious?" he asked, smirking. “It's you."

I had assumed it was, but I needed to hear his words to make sure I was right. Butterflies filled my stomach and my heart wanted to leap out of my chest with joy. There were so many words I wanted to say, but they all got stuck in my throat and I had to swallow them back down.

Just then, fireworks suddenly started going off. I could see the flickers of light at the windows and hear the small explosions that rattled the window panes.

“Must be the summer festival," he muttered, his head turned to see them through the window.

“You wanted to get out of your apartment and chose to go here instead of the festival?"

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me. “Once you've seen one, you've seen them all, right? They're not that special to me anymore—it's more for families, anyway."

“So those are the fireworks people keep talking about?" I asked curiously and stepped up to the window to watch them. Just like the fireworks at home, these were colorful and sparkly, and they would go off with a resonating boom.

“No, they have fireworks every evening. It's the last day when things get interesting and they bring out the bigger ones! I usually watch those."

“Oh, so if there are big explosions, then you care?" I teased.

“Well, yeah," he replied and sat down next to me. Even when he was sitting, his head reached to my shoulders. “But the last day is more of a traditional thing. The whole town unites under the stars to watch the beautiful fireworks."

“People have been telling me all this week how I had to see them."

He laughed and bumped into me with his shoulder. “You know, you kind of owe it to us as an ambassador to make it to a cultural event like that!"

I smiled and chuckled. “No need to convince me, I'll gladly go."

“Want to come with me? I know all the good viewing spots… Secluded spots."

He bared a devious, toothy grin, and I could immediately tell what he implied. “S-sure."

“Fireworks are often a couple thing," he added reassuringly.

“They do set a romantic mood," I admitted.

He scooted a little bit closer to me and wrapped his tail around my waist. “And they're still going on outside right now," he cooed.

“Do you want to go and watch?" He noticeably squeezed around my waist tighter.

“No, I'm saying we could take this conversation elsewhere, namely the bedroom," he offered with a wink. The suggestive grin on his muzzle held a much more serious connotation this time; he truly meant it.

I gulped. “My bedroom isn't very special either." I wanted to slap myself silly. Was that all I could seriously come up with? When they talk about the heat of the moment, they certainly don't mention how difficult it is to make words!

He chuckled and nuzzled into my side. “You know, when you slept over last time and we shared the couch, I took it as a sign. Did that mean anything to you or was it just a friendly gesture where you're from?"

“It meant exactly what you thought it meant," I said. I could feel my heart beginning to beat fast as my breathing picked up. Was I really going to do it with a dragon? Is this truly what Bryce wanted? I knew I wanted it, but I couldn't believe it was actually happening!

“Why don't we make this a little more romantic, then?" he cooed and rubbed up against me. “Share a glass of wine and see where things go…"

I gulped again and nodded all too eagerly. “I-I'll see if there's another bottle in the kitchen."

He released me from his tail and ambled to the couch while I hurried into the kitchen. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt a little warm just thinking about it. I was fairly nervous, too, but I hoped another glass of wine would help me by dulling my senses. I grabbed one for Bryce too, wondering how he would manage a wine glass.

When I returned from the kitchen, however, I was met with an unexpected sight.

Bryce was lying back against the couch, his hind legs splayed apart while a confident grin spread his muzzle. His golden eyes were lively with jubilance as he exposed himself so shamelessly to me. Having never seen what a dragon had between its legs before, the shock had me stopped in my tracks.

Traveling down his cream-colored underbelly that split apart his copper hide, I found his genital slit between his muscular thighs, and it was slightly puffy as a red, tapered head poked out of it. He spread his rear legs apart, kicking one leg comfortably over the side of the couch while the other supported his slightly-raised hind end. His tail drooped off the other end of the couch and left his nethers completely presented to me.

It took an unnecessary amount of concentration to keep from dropping the wine bottle and glasses. “O-oh my…"

Bryce hopped off the couch, a somewhat embarrassed look on his face. He must have seen my shock and thought something different by it. “What is it?"

“N-nothing… Don't stop, please," I said and set the bottle and glasses down.

“Not something you've seen before, huh?"

“No, definitely not."

“I thought it was only fair, since I saw what you had between your legs and all." His devilish smirk said there were more reasons behind it than just that.

“Mhm…" I must have been staring at him for too long, but I wasn't sure what to do next. My fingers trembled.

“Are you just going to keep standing there?" he asked and shifted his hind leg to the side, revealing that his erection had only grown.

“No…"

“Then why don't you come a little closer?"

I gulped and nodded, taking in a shaky breath as I stepped up closer to him. He gazed into my eyes tenderly; I could see how much he desired me, and that made my heart skip a beat. I put my hands on his neck and trailed my touch down his rough scales. A deep rumble filled his throat before he tilted his head and pressed his lips to mine.

It felt like the world stopped. All of my burdens lifted from my shoulders as I kissed him. I shut my eyes and inhaled a quick breath while my body moved on its own. His large tongue felt so strange and foreign, and kissing a dragon turned out to be easier than expected, but he could hardly fit his tongue into my mouth.

I touched his cheek with my fingertips before tracing them down his neck. My fingers bumped across his ridged plates and his dual scars. My hands groped around his thick shoulders and kneaded into his rippling muscles, eliciting an approving groan from him. When we pulled apart, I couldn't describe the emotions I felt. Everything was so warm and breathtaking. The way he looked at me left me feeling so wonderful.

“I wouldn't have expected a dragon to be turned on by a human," I commented and gave him another kiss.

“Hhrrrmm… And I didn't expected a human to be turned on by a dragon," he returned, grinning toothily.

“Whoever said I was turned on?"

His nostrils flared and he lowered his nose down my torso, taking in sharp inhalations, until he stopped at my waist line and pressed his nose against my lower stomach. His wing-spines shuddered visibly, making me stifle a giggle because it kind of tickled, too.

“You can't hide something so obvious," he remarked with a huff. He pulled his head up and nuzzled me.

It was always interesting to see how dragons acted around each other. They showed their affection much more obviously than what humans did. A nuzzle to the cheek was a sign that meant they liked you, so I tried to nuzzle him back but that only made him chuckle.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom, then?" he asked hopefully.

“What about our wine?"

“We can come back for it later," he said, smirking.

I nodded and led him into my bedroom. I kept the light off to keep the romantic mood, though I didn't think Bryce had much trouble seeing in the dim light. The lights and colors of the fireworks flashed through the window, and I could faintly hear the little pops.

“Now, why don't we take these silly things off," he said and put his paw on my waist to pull my pants down. I blushed intensely as I helped him take my pants off before I took my own shirt off.

“You have more than one layer?" he asked and curiously nosed at my underwear.

I chuckled and slowly slipped out of my undergarments, leaving my naked body exposed to the dragon. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but God, it was so exciting.

He eagerly pressed his muzzle into my groin. I heard him curiously sniffing and rubbing his nose around down there, drawing a few groans from my lips. I pet between his two ridged, silver horns and exhaled in soft pants. This was already feeling so wonderful. The anticipation was building inside me as I stroked his cheek tenderly, watching him eagerly explore.

“Did you find what you were looking for?" I asked with a chuckle, stifling another groan. Admittedly, this was very arousing. I felt the soft, pebbly scales of his toes brush over by nethers while hot air blew out of his nostrils.

He huffed and pulled away with a big grin on his muzzle. “I did. Your parts aren't that different from ours, you know. Even the smell is… hrrrfff… oddly similar, but you still have a very unique scent."

I realized that dragons were much more sensitive to smells than we were. His golden eyes were glazed over with his arousal, half-shut and lusty. I watched his eyes linger over my privates as they explored something he had never seen before. With a smile, I led him to the bed and lay on my back.

The bed dipped greatly as he hopped up with me. He stood over me and smirked. I put my hands on his warm scales and gradually felt and kneaded into his thick muscles along his torso. They were smooth going one way and rough going the other, prickling at my palms while my hands glided along his flanks. I indulged myself and explored his body; he felt so exotic, and I found myself becoming quickly aroused by him.

“Your scales are so smooth," I said, running my hands over his broad, muscular chest. He certainly was the pinnacle of masculinity, and now I had the chance to feel that for myself!

“If you think that's smooth, then why don't you feel this," he suggested and sat on my belly, his legs splayed apart with his twitching cock poking out between them. It had a smooth tapered tip to ease his penetration, and then lining down his shaft were small little bumps leading to a bulbous, thick base. It was about as long as my forearm, but thankfully not as thick, though I still worried about how I would take it.

Just then his scent hit me. It was filled with animal-like pheromones that probably would have worked up another dragon, but to me it just smelled thick with virility. However, I found myself enjoying it nevertheless.

I reached for it and took it into my grasp, immediately greeted by how warm and soft it was. As my hand squeezed it, he growled and scrunched his muzzle in a pleasured look. I smiled and rubbed down his shaft to feel just how smooth it was. Not only was it smoother than my own skin, it was slick and slimy with his natural secretions. At least if he took me, I wouldn't have to worry about lube!

“When was the last time you had company like this?" I asked and gently stroked his cock.

Small growls and snarls filled his maw. “Gwrrrr… Several months."

“That's quite a long time for a stud like you." With another firm squeeze, I gripped around his bulging base and heard him moan loudly before a deep rumble filled his throat. “Sensitive, huh?"

“Very," he replied. His hips lightly rocked back and forth, and I could hear his tail sliding around the bed behind him. I wondered how long a dragon could last and whether or not I'd suddenly end up with cum all over me. I imagined that a dragon like Bryce would cum a lot, but I could be wrong.

“Your hands are so soft," he said before bellowing out a moan. A hot spurt of pre lanced across my belly; his scent was even stronger now, permeating the room. A deep blush burned my cheeks. My eyes traveled up and down his brawny body while my hands continued to idly move up and down his pulsing shaft.

“It looks like someone is going to cum before we get to the good part," I said teasingly as another glob of his pre oozed from his tip onto my hand.

“Hrrff… You may have a point." My hand slipped free from his flesh as he stood up. He looked down at me and furrowed his brow. “How do you want to do this?"

I wondered the same thing! With our differences, it would probably be hard finding something to suite us both, but then I thought about how four-legged animals mated and thought this might work. I turned around and held myself up by my hands and knees, leaving my rear end exposed to his wandering eyes. As I looked back at him, I smiled and waved my hips encouragingly. “Let's try this."

He rumbled in approval and stepped over me. His plated belly-scales slid against my back once he lowered himself over me, and then I gasped as his warm, wet flesh touched my rear end and rubbed between my thighs. A trail of his secretions clung to my skin.

Heated breaths brushed over the back of my neck before I felt his hot tongue slather across it. I sucked in a deep breath and squarely braced myself against the bed while his weight fell over me. Thankfully, it wasn't nearly all of his weight, but it was enough to pin me down.

“I wondered what it would feel like to be mounted by a dragon," I commented and patted his thigh.

“And I wondered what a human would feel like," he returned and teasingly licked under my chin, nuzzling against my shoulder and neck. “Are you ready? I will take it slow."

I nodded and spread my legs apart, already feeling him sliding around in search for my entrance. I pushed my rear up into his lap to help him, and then I felt his tapered tip pushing right up against my awaiting hole. With a gasp of breath, I felt his pointed head nestle inside me, the rest of his shaft soon to follow as he spread me open.

“Ooh! You're big…" I pinched my eyes shut and lowered my head. I couldn't tell if it felt good or just painful, but he took pushed inside me slowly, like he promised.

“Rrrrgg… And you're so very tight. Even my species have trouble taking my cock." He let out a husky moan right next to my ear; his ragged breaths blew over my neck. “Just relax," he cooed.

Despite trying my best to relax as he said, my body reacted otherwise. The further he pushed in, the more my muscles wanted to clench down on that dragon cock. His hard, thick length stretched me wider as more of it filled my passage. I moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure and clasped the bed sheets.

A paw grasped around my belly and pulled me against his warm body, his scales rubbing against my skin. God, it was too surreal: I was having sex with a dragon.

Bryce started to gently rock into me. His flesh tugged at my walls and pushed them back apart before they had the chance to relax. More and more of his cock worked into me, and I became more comfortable taking it. Pleasured grunts and gasps elicited from my mouth. My body rocked with his in a steady pace.

“How do you like this?" he asked before growling. His muzzle rubbed against my neck as he took heavy breaths.

“I-I love it," I answered and gave an encouraging moan. I loved how he felt inside me, so big and thick, yet it was so smooth and exotic, nothing like I had ever felt before.

“Gwrrrrr, good." The way he held me and groaned into my ear was more than enough to tell me he was enjoying it immensely.

The bed started squeaking when he humped me faster. My arms grew too weak to hold him up, so I lowered my torso and let him hump into my raised rear end. From this angle, his member rubbed against all of the most pleasurable spots inside of me, causing numerous moans and gasps for breath. I shut my eyes and relished in the ecstasy coursing through me as every drive of his hips sent bliss tingling down my spine while it all bloomed in the back of my head.

He felt like he was close too. The way his body moved became less steady and more sporadic. He would occasionally buck his hips into me and send his cock deeper than before. He stretched me apart until I felt his bulge trying to work its way inside me. I wasn't sure if I could take something so thick, but I didn't think I had a choice, if he wanted to!

Bryce was completely dominating me in a display to show how masculine he truly was. I felt his teeth grazing my neck as if he was tempted to bite down on it. I was too enraptured in my pleasure to say anything, but I hoped that he would realize I didn't have scales.

His flesh schlicked wetly in and out of me and his hips slapped against my rear end. I took each and every thrust with immense pleasure until I felt it suddenly brimming.

“Ooh, Bryce! Don't stop… I'm close…"

He growled and rumbled with delight, seeming to have heard me as he sped up and pounded against me repeatedly. His thick flesh rubbed against my tight walls, bringing me closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy until it final all spilled over. Warmth rushed through my body and brought a cry of bliss from my lips.

I trembled and reached my orgasm. He continued to hump me while I rode out the intense waves of bliss, which only caused more and more waves to come crashing into me. I lost control of my senses and was left with an amazing feeling that blossomed inside me. Unable to say anything, I just continued to moan my pleasure and try to catch my breath.

Bryce kept going, thrusting hard against me. I could hardly believe he had lasted this long with how sensitive he had been, but it may have been because I was so tight. But I didn't have to worry for long because moments later I heard a growl building in his throat until he roared and cried out gutturally.

I sharply inhaled and felt him slam into me, pushing the bulging base of his cock into me. Pain erupted inside me as I took his entirety, but then his length started throbbing and pulsing rapidly as warmth spilled inside me. He bucked his hips and made me groan and gasp for breath. Even with his knot-like bulge, his seed drizzled around it and ran down my thighs as he filled me to the brim. My face was red with an intense blush. I was being filled with dragon cum.

“Ooh… Bryce…" I moaned to him. I wasn't sure if he had stopped cumming or not because I all I could feel was him still humping and thrusting even though his cock was lodged inside me. It even felt like my belly was swollen because of his long, productive orgasm.

I was left breathless for a very long time. He was panting into my ear after he had finally come down from his blissful high, but I could still feel his thickness buried inside me. When he pulled out, I let out a sigh of relief. A slosh of his seed came out with his cock, oozing onto the bed sheets and down my thighs. There was much more than I thought.

“Someone was really pent up," I said and rolled onto my back. There was a dull ache that replaced his cock, but the afterglow felt so good that I didn't really notice. It was relaxing and undeniably heavenly to just lay back after having sex with him and let the sensations lull me into a satisfied state of mind.

He smirked and lay on his side next to me with his legs casually kicked out so I could see his softening flesh. It was glistening in the dim lighting and still twitching. “I was."

I smiled softly at him and hugged around his body. “Now I know what it's like to sleep with a dragon."

“Was it as good as you thought it would be?" he asked while looking into my eyes. Those golden spheres almost seemed to glow.

“Better. Much better," I answered. This time it was my turn to initiate a kiss. I gently caressed his cheek before leaning in closer and pressing my lips to his. With my eyes shut, I let my warm feelings control my body, guiding my hands across his scales to his chest. We were much more comfortable with it this time, which made it a lot easier for me to lose myself in the kiss, letting his large tongue brush with my pathetically stubby tongue.

We pulled apart and smiled adoringly at each other. His rough paw traced my form while his claws carefully grazed my skin, sending shivers through my body. Then he stopped at my rump and gave it a firm squeeze.

“If I wasn't so tired, I would love to go for a round two," he said.

“We'll get another chance to spend the night together like this," I replied.

He rumbled and hugged around me, pulling me close. I shut my eyes and rested my head against him with my hands on his chest. “Mmm… Do you really have to go back? At the end of all of this?"

I nodded. “I'm afraid I do. I came here on a mission, after all." My mind wandered to what The Administrator had said about the comet. If we couldn't stop it, then everyone in this world would die… including Bryce. “Maybe when the time comes, you could come with me?"

“Through the portal?" he asked. “I'm…" His expression softened as he considered it. “I'm afraid I can't. Much like you, I have a duty to do, a city to protect. I can't abandon this world, just like you can't abandon yours."

I nodded again and bit back my tears. “Maybe someday, when everything gets sorted out."

He licked my forehead gently and grinned. “Yes. Someday, we will see each other again." Then, he tucked me even closer against him and curled around me as his tail wrapped around my legs. I had never felt so warm and relaxed before; all of my worries melted away. I let a few tears of joy fall and buried my face into his chest.

“But until then," he said, “let's make the most of it."

I couldn't have agreed more. For once in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere—in his arms. Instead of worrying about what the future would bring, I decided to enjoy the moment… with Bryce.

Maybe things wouldn't turn out so bad, after all.