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Sorry for how long it took to upload this everyone, I actually thought that I had already uploaded it, but apparently I did not. Anyway, hopefully you will enjoy it, sorry if this little notice was annoying or time wasting.

The harsh midday sun shone down on a small human settlement, spreading across the vast grassy hills that surrounded it. Inside the town, Delat was finally waking, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he groaned out his displeasure from sleeping on the ground. He had not meant to find himself on the hard packed dirt when he went to sleep, but unfortunately he had had far too much to drink. Slowly getting to his feet, Delat wiped what dust he could from his clothes, though they were still left looking like they would need to be washed. Checking the satchel at his side, Delat let out a sigh of relief.

No one had taken any of his precious belongings. Though there would be very few that would be willing to try. It wasn’t that Delat was strong; in fact, he was a little scrawny if anything. The reason that no one would dare steal from him was that he wore the clothes of a royal messenger, and people knew that it was just plain stupid to try and steal from one of them. Delat let a small smile fill his face at the thought. It had been years since he had officially been a royal messenger, but he had never returned the uniform. No one had come looking for it, and he had never bothered to take it back.

Leaning back, Delat let out a grunt as his back cracked, moving his arms around a little to try and soothe his stiff muscles. His left hip hurt a little, but that was to be expected. Delat looked around, squinting his eyes to try and avoid the harsh gaze of the sun, taking in his surroundings. Slowly, last night came back to him, or at least enough to know where he was. Even though he wasn’t a royal messenger, Delat was still a messenger, and he dreaded returning to the seemingly endless hills outside of this town, even if he had to do it for work. First, though, he would find something to fill his belly, and hopefully wash the taste of dirt from his mouth. On his way to the nearby tavern, Delat reached down into his satchel, grasping hold of what coins he could find.

He was starting to run low on money, and as much as he didn’t want to, he needed to find work sooner or later. Stepping into the tavern, Delat was met with a wall of sound. Even though it wasn’t yet dark, there were more than a few people there. Shuffling his way between seats, Delat made his way over towards the bartender. The old looking man gave him an odd look as he sat down, not making any effort to move closer to the messenger.

“What have you got cooking ‘round the back?” Delat asked, laying down half of the coins he had managed to pull out of his satchel.

The bartender just replied with a grunt, before turning around and heading through the small door behind him. Delat rested his head atop his hands as he waited; shifting slightly on the uncomfortable wooden stool he sat on. He had been planning on spending the rest of his coin on an ale or two, but remembered that it wasn’t just himself that he had to feed. Sighing, Delat pushed the rest of his coin back into his satchel, hearing it clink as it slid to the bottom. The bartender didn’t take long, and came back carrying a chipped wooden bowl, some sort of soup spilled down the side of it. Without so much as a word, the bartender dropped the bowl in front of Delat, and turned towards someone else that was sitting nearby.

Delat looked down at the soup in front of him, though it was generous to call it that. He didn’t even want to know what kind of meat he could see bobbing in it. Taking a deep breath, Delat picked up the wooden bowl, and tipped it back, swallowing as much as he could before he needed to breathe again. He had decided something by the time he set the bowl down. No matter how boring the trip seemed, it would be good to get out of this town. He remembered eating the finest foods when he had been a royal messenger, and it was to these thoughts that he grudgingly swallowed down the rest of his soup.

Afterwards, wiping one sleeve across his mouth, Delat left the tavern. Outside, the sun was just as bright as it had been, though Delat was more accustomed to it now, not having to squint just to see where he was going. He made his way through the small town; giving what few people he saw a small wave, or a nod of his head, though none of them returned any greeting. It wasn’t a long walk, and Delat soon found himself standing outside the stables, peering into the darkness to see whether he could see his mount or not. While he was looking, he barely noticed the large man step up beside him, holding what looked to be a club.

“Whaddya think yer lookin at?” the man asked as Delat looked over at him, punctuating his sentence by spitting over his shoulder.

“I was hoping to get my mount.” Delat replied, stepping back a little from the large man.

“Yeah? An’ was it look like?” They asked, their eyes narrowing on Delat as if he was planning on stealing it.

“Well,” Delat said, “It’s about this high.” He said, lifting his hand.

“So?” The large man asked, “Lotsa horses that high.”

“Well, that may be, but I’m not looking for a horse.” Delat explained, shrugging and lifting his hands, palms up.

The man just frowned, before walking out of sight around the side of the stables, before returning with someone that looked closer to Delat's build.

“Thas ‘im.” The large man said, pointing a thick finger towards Delat. “Says he ain’t lookin’ for no horse.”

The smaller man stepped forwards, sighing lightly as they held out their hand. “Papers?”

Delat shuffled around in his satchel, before grabbing hold of what he knew to be the papers the stable master was after. He handed them over to the annoyed looking man, watching them quickly scan down the page.

“Bring out the green one.” They commanded, looking at Delat as the larger man lumbered out of view again.

“So…” Delat said, trying to make conversation. “Nice day?”

“Hot day.” Was all he got in reply, before turning around to look back into the darkness of the stable.

It had no right being that dark, at least that was what he thought. He could barely see more than a few feet inside. It wasn’t long before he heard swearing and cursing coming from deeper into the darkness, a loud thwack being heard before things quieted down. After that it was only a few moments before the large man appeared, holding some reins in his hand, tugging at them in sharp motions. A few steps later, and Delat could see his dragon, looking more than a little annoyed, and as if he was ready to bite the head off the large man.

“Thought he could hide back in th’ dark.” The large man said, handing the reins over to Delat and letting out a deep laugh as if he had made some great joke.

Delat winced as Karrik pushed his snout against his belly, making him cough while he tried to push the dragon back. By the time he looked back up, the two men seemed to have disappeared, leaving him alone with Karrik.

“You alright?” Delat asked, rubbing at Karrik's snout and head as he looked into the eyes of his dragon.

Karrik just snorted in reply, flicking his head.

“Alright,” Delat said, “Let’s get you saddled up then.”

Karrik just stared at Delat at that, wondering whether or not he should try and pull the reins out of the small human’s hands. Karrik was easily the size of a horse, and though much of his kin were larger than him, Karrik still had a fair bit of strength for something his size, which was unfortunately enough to carry Delat. Karrik let Delat lead him around the side of the stable, where the uncomfortable leather was placed on his back, along with the strange looking bags, and the annoying straps were tightened around his belly. He had had nothing to eat last night, and now Delat was saddling him as if they were about to leave. Did the human not care for his hunger?

Delat stepped back to make sure that the saddle was strapped properly to Karrik, and sighed as the dragon looked towards him.

“I know, I know.” Delat said, holding his hands in front of himself in defence. “Let’s go get you something to eat.”

Karrik felt better after that. He nearly felt good enough to forget about the large man hitting him. He hadn’t been hurt by it, but it had angered him. All because he wanted to spend just a little more time in the shade. Now he was being led by Delat to the back of the stables, where he knew he was going to have to eat something he didn’t want to. He wasn’t surprised when he got around the back, looking at what seemed to be a half rotted carcass of a cow. Karrik gave a few tentative sniffs at it, pulling his head back at the dreadful smell. There was no way that he was going to eat that.

Delat watched Karrik recoil at the carcass, and knew that he would have to find something better for him to eat. He didn’t know why Karrik couldn’t just eat what he was given. He was just a beast after all, though it seemed as if he was capable of liking certain things sometimes. Karrik was glad to be moving away from the carcass, his paws kicking up small clouds of dust as he walked along behind Delat, whose hand was shoved into the small bag at his side. Karrik knew what that meant. It meant that the human was getting ready to pay for something. Karrik licked his lips in anticipation. Delat stepped up to the front of the butchers shop, knocking hard against the door frame three times.

A loud ‘Come in!’ answered him, and Delat tied Karrik's reins around the pole out the front before walking into the small shop. Once inside he let the remainder of his coins fall onto the counter top.

“What can I get with this?” Delat asked, looking at the butcher as he counted the coins before him.

“Not much,” the butcher confessed, “Though it’ll be good quality.”

Delat shook his head at that. “I don’t need quality; I need something to feed my dragon.” He explained.

The butcher looked down at Delat for a second, as if to see whether he was lying or not, then leaned to the side as he looked towards the door. Sure enough, Karrik was standing in the door way, sniffing at the air as the scent of meat wafted towards him.

“A’right.” The butcher said, nodding his head. “I think I got something.”

Delat watched as they reached down under the counter, before pulling up a large slab of meat. It didn’t look fresh, or good quality.

“Perfect.” Delat said, grabbing it from the butcher.

They just nodded their head in reply, watching as Delat turned around and walked out of their store. It was the first time the butcher’s meat had ever gone to a dragon. Walking outside, Delat waved the slab of meat around in front of Karrik, watching as the dragon leaned forwards, sniffing at it.

“Come on,” Delat said, “You can eat this once were out of this damned town.”

At that he started untying Karrik's reins, holding them in one hand and the large slab of meat in the other. Karrik knew that the meat wasn’t good quality, but it was much better than what he had first been offered, and now his mouth watered at the thought of eating it. The walk to the edge of the town was short, and once they had passed the last building Delat tossed the slab of meat into the air, letting go of Karrik's reins as the dragon darted forwards to catch it. Karrik wasted no time with filling his empty stomach, and nearly choked as he tried to swallow down the meat whole. The taste wasn’t overly good, but he could manage it.

Delat continued walking forwards as Karrik sat back, his rump falling to the ground as he started chewing the food he had been given. Sometimes he wished that he could live out in the wilds, with the dragon's he had heard so much about. But Karrik knew nothing of hunting, of living anywhere but where Delat decided. He was glad that he had Delat with him, even though he rarely got anything to eat that he actually enjoyed. Delat was not the first person to own Karrik, and he probably wouldn’t be the last, but at least he talked to him sometimes. Every other human he had met treated him as little more than a dog, or more accurate, one of the horses that they rode everywhere.

Delat rode Karrik like a horse, but the human gave him food and water, and life. Without Delat, Karrik knew that he wouldn’t survive. Sometimes he listened to the human talk of his troubles, and sometimes Delat talked to him as if they were equals, though those times were extremely rare. Karrik knew that Delat saw him as a beast as well, but at least he took care of him. Sighing, Karrik swallowed down the rest of his meal, before standing up and rushing towards Delat, who had continued walking. Looking back over his shoulder, Delat started picking up speed as Karrik approached him. When the dragon reached him, Delat leaped from the ground, grabbing hold of the dragon's neck as he swung himself into the saddle.

Karrik stumbled a few steps as he felt the human’s weight on top of him, but quickly recovered. He slowed down a few steps later, letting Delat adjust himself in the saddle. Delat was unstable for a few seconds, his weight shifting precariously to one side before he managed to right himself, his feet finally landing in the stirrups. He grabbed hold of the reins that were bunched around Karrik's neck, giving them a gentle tug, getting the dragon to slow down slightly. If they kept at the speed they were going, they would tire themselves out well before they reached the next town, and that would not be good. They had enough supplies for a three day journey, and that was the maximum amount of time that Delat wanted to spend travelling.

Once their pace finally slowed, it gave Delat a chance to have a good look at his surroundings, which consisted of hills, hills, more hills, and a seemingly endless dirt road. The road was marred by wagon tracks and there was more than a few sharp looking rocks, which Karrik seemed to ignore completely as he stepped over them. Delat trusted Karrik to stay on the path, and decided to try and ease his muscles a little more from the uncomfortable bed he had slept in. Of course, the bed was more of the side of the road than an actual bed. Leaning back, Delat wrapped his legs around Karrik's neck, so as not to fall off of the dragon.

He let his arms dangle over the side of Karrik, his fingers gently stroking along Karrik's wing membrane. He let his muscles relax as much as they could, which was not an easy task when riding a dragon. He wondered if his travels would be any easier flying, but decided that they certainly would not. First off, was the fact that Karrik could not fly for more than a few minutes with the weight of a human on his back. And then, there were the anti-flight laws, which promised a ballista bolt through whoever was caught flying without first being cleared by the authorities. In any case, Delat was happy enough with the seemingly slow pace that Karrik set.

He knew for a fact that they were not moving as slow as they seemed, because he had decided to test whether or not he could walk faster than Karrik once. He had been left behind after a few minutes, and nearly completely lost sight of Karrik before he had called him back. The memory was a nice one, one when he had the coin to keep both himself and his dragon happy. Those days were done though, and now Delat worked for whoever had coin to pay him. And Karrik, poor Karrik, was left to eat whatever Delat could afford. He had never meant to drag the dragon down with him when he stopped working as a royal messenger.

The choice was a simple one though, and he had brought Karrik along because he wasn’t sure if he could get a mount himself. Now Karrik lived of the basest necessities, and did not have the life that he deserved. Sometimes, Delat thought about returning Karrik, but then he remembered that Karrik was only a beast, and he probably wouldn’t know anything had changed even if he had a better life. Delat sighed as he let the memories drift through his head, the steady walking of Delat working to set him to sleep. Closing his eyes for just a moment, Delat let the good memories of his past flood through him.

The next time Delat opened his eyes, he was greeted with darkness instead of the bright light he had seen only moments before. Frowning, Delat sat up in his saddle, and was greeted with the night sky. Karrik was panting beneath him, but still continued his slow walk forwards, stumbling every now and then as his limbs struggled to keep up with his body. Swearing, Delat yanked hard on the reins, making Karrik stop. The moment he was out of his saddle, Karrik collapsed to the ground, his breath coming heavy as he finally rested. Karrik could not remember how long he had been walking, but Delat had not told him to stop.

He couldn’t remember a time when he had been forced to walk for so long, but he knew better than to stop. So he had kept walking, and only now, once Delat was finally off of his back, allowed himself to rest. Sucking deep breaths into his mouth, Karrik closed his eyes, his legs trembling slightly as his aching muscles finally started to feel a little better.

“I’m sorry!” Delat said, swearing as he grabbed hold of Karrik's reins. “Come on, we need to get you off the road.”

Whining, Karrik stood up again, following Delat as they walked away from the dusty road. They walked until they had passed over one of the small hills, and the road was out of sight, before Karrik was allowed to rest. Once Delat released his reins, Karrik collapsed once again, his dry tongue hanging out of his mouth. Delat was kind enough to hold his water skin out, and Karrik tilted his head so that the water could be poured into his mouth. It was strange, Karrik though as the soothing coolness of the water filled his mouth, he couldn’t remember doing anything that would make Delat push him so hard.

He had done everything right. Was the human angry because he would not eat the foul carcass that had been offered to him? Karrik didn’t know, and so pushed his snout against Delat's head in apology, before letting it thump to the floor again. Delat crouched down next to Karrik, stroking his neck as he watched the dragon breathe heavily. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, and now his dragon looked as if it could sleep for several days. A sad smile on his face, Delat let his body slump down, his back resting against Karrik's side, feeling the deep heaving of his chest behind him. He hoped that Karrik hadn’t pushed himself too far.

Delat was relieved when Karrik's breathing finally started to slow, and lifted his water skin to see whether or not he was still thirsty. Karrik opened his maw, greedily gulping down the last of the water as Delat poured it into his mouth, loving the wet feeling that erased the dryness that had been plaguing him. Poking his tongue around his maw, Karrik made sure to get the water along his gums, licking at his nose a few times after he was satisfied. Delat continued patting at Karrik as he seemed to finally recover, licking around his lips. He decided that now was a good time to get a fire going.

Gathering his kindling kit, Delat walked around for a bit, before realising that there were no sticks or firewood nearby. Delat made his way back to Karrik, shivering slightly, before replacing the items he had taken from the saddlebag. Pulling out what food he could afford to spare, Delat began to overly difficult task of forcing down a cold meal. He gave out what he could to Karrik, but he still had to try and save food for the rest of the journey. Karrik seemed happy enough with what he got though, of course that was after he licked Delat's hands clean, leaving them covered in slimy dragon saliva.

After cleaning off his hands on the ground, or at least, cleaning them the best he could, he stood up to start taking of Karrik's saddle. He knew that Karrik didn’t like wearing it, and didn’t want to make the dragon uncomfortable while he slept. It didn’t take long for him to get it off, placing it over to one side, along with the saddlebags, where he could get to them if he needed to. He couldn’t really think of any reason he would need to reach the saddlebags, but it never hurt to be prepared. He scratched at Karrik's head as he moved to sit down again, only to feel the dragon's slimy appendage slip between his fingers.

Grimacing, Delat wiped his hands along the short grass under him, before pulling his body against Karrik's, trying to steal some warmth from his dragon. Karrik felt Delat shivering against him, and pulled his wing over the poor human as best he could, hoping that it would be enough to fend off the cold. The wing seemed as good a cover as any, and Delat pulled himself even closer to his dragon, with his back against Karrik's chest, and crossed his arms over his own chest. He let out a relieved sigh as he felt warmth flooding through him, letting his head rest on top of one of Karrik's paws.

Karrik let out a slow, steady breath as he felt Delat's body push up against his own. The clothes were nice and soft, unlike the short grass under him. It wasn’t that the grass was uncomfortable, just not as soft as Delat seemed to be. He pushed his snout against the top of the humans head, breathing in against their dark hair. They had a nice scent. Not powerful or overwhelming, but something calm and pleasant. Karrik let himself indulge in Delat's scent, sniffing around a little more insistently, ruffling Delat's hair. Delat felt Karrik sniffing around on top of him, and admitted that it felt kind of nice. He wasn’t sure what the dragon was up to, but he decided it would be alright to let him continue.

That was until he started being bothered by the rapid movements of Karrik's chest as he continued sniffing at him. Delat was about to reach up and push their head away, but they moved back before he could even finish the thought. It seemed that they had finally worn themselves out. Karrik held his breath, letting Delat's scent linger in his nostrils and flick at his mind. It was a pleasant scent, and Karrik found that he was really starting to enjoy it. He could feel his sheath plumping up between his legs, and suddenly Delat's closeness was much more than comfortable. The warmth of the human seemed much more… intimate.

Delat frowned as Karrik started moving around, his hips wiggling a little, but he passed it off as the dragon getting comfortable. The incessant sniffing seemed resumed again, though this time with much more vigour. Karrik was sniffing loudly, his warm breath coursing over Delat's neck and down his back. Karrik didn’t stop at his head though, and his nose was soon pushed into the crook of the human’s neck. Karrik had never acted this way around Delat, and Delat decided that he must be hungry or something. Pushing himself away, Delat reached out to grab at one of the saddlebags, but it seemed too far away.

Cursing, Delat pulled his legs up under him, pushing one foot back while he reached out, keeping him balanced. It felt as if he had thrown the bags from where he had taken them off though, and he was still unable to reach them. Karrik's sniffing seemed to have slowed down a bit now, but he was starting to wriggle around a fair bit. Sighing, Delat crawled forwards a few feet, leaning forwards to grab at one of the saddlebags. Karrik pulled his head back, watching as Delat started moving around. The tip of Karrik's member was peeking out of his sheath now, the dark colour a nice contrast to his bright green scales.

The tapered tip of his member was already leaking pre, the cloudy fluid dripping down from his tip. Karrik shuddered as a slight breeze hit him, caressing his member. Looking down at Delat, Karrik felt his member throb, growing larger from his sheath. The human had clearly shown interest, offering himself to the dragon like that. Leaning down, Karrik pushed his snout against Delat's rear, sniffing at it as his hips wriggled in excitement. It had been, far, far, too long since he had had the chance to mate. Delat froze as he felt Karrik push his nose against his rear, feeling his warm breath running over his back.

Delat didn’t pull away, and Karrik knew that that meant he was willing to accept his affection. He licked one of Delat's thighs, trailing his tongue up and over his rear, revelling in the shudder it drew out of the human. His member throbbed beneath him, having reached its full size, and ached for attention. Delat couldn’t deny the pleasure that Karrik's thick tongue brought him, even though his pants stood between it and his skin. He let out a quite groan as Karrik licked him again. At this point, Delat had forgotten about reaching the saddlebags, and instead focussed on the sensations that Karrik was sharing with him.

Delat could feel himself growing hard, the tightness of his pants seeming to increase his pleasure. It was wrong, he knew that, but his body would not lie about what it wanted. A few licks later, and Karrik pulled his head back, sniffing at Delat's rear a few more times, before trying to grab at the pants with his teeth.

“N- No!” Delat said, reaching back. “These can't be replaced.” He continued, pushing at Karrik's snout lightly.

Karrik listened to what Delat was saying, and stepped back, his tail thumping against the ground as his member throbbed hard enough to slap at his belly. Nervously, Delat looked over his shoulder, and his eyes immediately locked with the dark red spire of glistening flesh beneath Karrik. The tip was pointed, and the whole thing seemed to curve upwards ever so slightly. There were ridges running along the bottom and at the base Delat could see the beginning of the knot. His eyes barely noticed the heavy balls hanging behind the member, as he had seen them a hundred times over. He had never seen Karrik erect though, and that drew his full attention.

Letting out a shaky breath that Delat had let build in his lungs, he inched closer to Karrik. Karrik was patient, and he watched as Delat slowly moved closer to him, pre sliding down his already slick member as he caught the musk of Delat's arousal. Delat was kneeling at Karrik's side now, his eyes drifting over Karrik's length. It looked so majestic, so… mystical. He couldn’t stop himself, and before Delat even registered what he was doing, he found his fingers grasping at Karrik's slick member. Karrik grunted as he felt the tightness of Delat's fingers close around his member, his hips thrusting forwards sharply.

Stepping forwards, Karrik pulled his member out of Delat's grip, circling around the human and trying to grab at their pants again. This time Delat was more willing to help, and slowly removed his pants, setting them aside. He barely had time to take his undergarments off before Karrik was sniffing at him again. Karrik could smell Delat's heady musk much stronger now, and ducked his head down to sniff at his rear. Delat groaned on the ground as he felt Karrik give a long lick along one buttock, leaving a slimy trail of saliva. Karrik's attention was quickly focused, in the next lick was forced between Delat's cheeks, making him groan in pleasure as he felt the slick warmth of the dragon tongue slip over his hole.

Karrik didn’t pull his head back after that lick, instead focussing his efforts on pushing his tongue into Delat, who squirmed on the ground under him. Karrik slipped the tip of his tongue inside Delat's rear, wiggling it around in the constricting tightness, before pulling it back into his maw with a loud smack. Delat groaned in pleasure as he felt the dragon tongue pull out of him, leaving him dripping with slick saliva. Delat's member was erect beneath him, leaking a small amount of pre from the tip. Finished with preparing him, Karrik stepped forwards over Delat, hunching down on top of him.

Delat knew what was coming next, and was prepared as he felt Karrik's member prodding around his rear, slipping in between his cheeks and roughly thrusting upwards a few times before finally managing to find its mark. Karrik let out a low throaty growl of pleasure as he felt the tip of his member push into Delat, who was groaning beneath him with his eyes clenched shut. Pausing for a moment, Karrik moved around, adjusting his position, before bearing down on the human beneath him, pushing his member deeper into Delat. Delat cried out as the first of Karrik's ridges pushed into him, his muscled clenching around the invading member.

Karrik let out a strange hissing sound at that, a low rumble emanating from his chest, and making it feel as if his member was vibrating inside Delat. Karrik was almost deaf to Delat's cries of pleasure as he pulled his hips back, feeling his member throb and force a thick glob of pre into Delat's rear, slickening his passage. Delat moaned loudly as he felt Karrik push forwards, his hips thrusting sharply and sinking his thick member ever deeper into the human. Karrik's hips started working a rhythm now, roughly thrusting back and forth with small thrusts, sinking his member a little further each time.

Delat groaned and lowered his head at the feeling of being stretched so wide. Karrik was not small, and Delat could feel every throb of the member lodged inside him, every ridge that massaged his insides. Karrik growled and panted in pleasure above Delat, his balls swinging back and forth with every thrust, Delat's tight walls hugging his member with their tight velvety warmth. It felt as if this human was a better home for his member than his own sheath was. Karrik had managed to work half of his member into Delat, who was groaning almost nonstop now, his face pushed into the grass in what looked like an attempt to muffle the sounds he was making. Deciding that he had gone easy for long enough, Karrik pulled back his hips, resting for a moment, before slamming his draconic member back into the human beneath him.

The air was knocked from Delat's lungs as he felt Karrik slam into him, stretching him wider than he had ever been before, making him feel as if he would be torn in half if Karrik were but a little bigger. Karrik was bigger though, almost twice as large, where his knot had slowly been getting larger. When Delat finally felt the solid bulge slamming against his over stretched hole he felt already far too full. Reaching a hand down to hold against his belly, Delat swore that he could feel Karrik's member pounding into him, shoving him into the ground with each thrust. Reaching lower, Delat closed his hand around his own member, trying to stroke it in time with Karrik's rapid thrusting.

Delat could feel his climax approaching, his body tingling all over as he felt Karrik's knot battering against his rear again and again, trying to force its way in. Karrik was panting heavily now, his wings half open, his tail coiling tightly around his own leg. His hips were slamming back and forth with all the speed he could manage, Delat's tight walls caressing him like no other had been able to. Letting out a strangled moan, Delat tightened his grip on his member, squeezing it as he felt his seed rushing through it, spurting out across his belly, chest, and the ground. Feeling the sudden tightness around his member, Karrik couldn’t help but let out a growl, which was quickly climbing in volume and pitch.

Every thrust was pushing Delat into the ground now, Karrik's hips slamming back and forth, forcing his hot length in as deep as he could, his knot pounding at Delat's rim, trying to force its way into him. A few thrusts later, with a mighty roar, Karrik succeeded in finally forcing his knot into Delat, pleasure shooting through him at the tightness gripping his knot. Karrik's hips worked overtime now, rapidly thrusting back and forth inside Delat, his knot tugging at Delat's entrance. Karrik's wings shot open, and he let out another roar, slamming his hips against Delat, his balls slapping wetly against the humans before pulling up against his body, forcing his seed deep into Delat's rear.

Karrik gave a few more quick thrusts, before collapsing to the ground, pulling Delat with him and grunting at the extra strain on his knot. The warmth and tightness was amazing for him, and Karrik could feel himself still unloading inside of Delat, who looked as if he might be sick. Rolling onto his back, Karrik pulled Delat on top of him, wrapping his paws around the human who still clenched so tightly around his knot. Not a single drop of seed had escaped, save that of Delat himself. Karrik set himself to cleaning the seed off of Delat's chest, which was accomplished with three quick licks. He savoured the taste before swallowing it, letting his tongue lick at Delat's face a few times afterwards.

Delat felt like he would be hobbling for weeks to come. He was surprised that Karrik's knot hadn’t torn him apart, but now that the initial pain of it was gone, he felt a deep comfort from feeling it inside him. He could still feel Karrik's member weakly throbbing inside him, making him feel warm inside as the dragon's seed was pushed further into him. He hoped that the knot wouldn’t be wedged inside him for too long, but how it felt now he would have better luck pushing over a mountain than pulling himself off of Karrik's member. Delat let out a sigh as he rested his head against Karrik's chest, finding the steady breathing beneath him, mixed with the strong odour of dragon soothing. With the feeling of an overly full stomach, which was not hard to miss, Delat closed his eyes, letting Karrik’s heavy heartbeat that was both inside and outside of him slowly lull him to sleep again.