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The raptor pulled up his hood up over the beanie covering his head, took one last look around to make sure the coast was clear, and crept up closer to the old abandoned hut - not that he expected anyone to be around. This far into the woods, no cars or pathways were visible. He had found the hut while hiding from the local college security, down a small trail he assumed wildlife had made.

The hut looked like it was barely standing. Most of the windows were boarded up with wood. Weeds and shrubs had grown over any garden or yard that might have existed, although the trees grew so close to the building that he doubted anyone was taking care of it for years. The raptor was surprised it hadn't been set alight, or trashed in a frat party. He smirked as he walked towards it, spray can in hand, ready to tag it as his own and see if there was anything of value left inside. He hoped he could get his hands on something to trade with his dealer, and that he found a new hideout to get high in.

He had just finished his first outline when he heard a grunt from behind him. Startled, he spinned around to see what had caused the noise. The blood drained from his face as he looked up into the angry face of a dragon - the well muscled chest looming above him and the angry face glaring at him in disgust. Before he could work up the nerve to shout or fight the imposing figure, he squealed as a heavy hand gripped his throat and raised him off his feet.

The raptor's hands grabbed the bare wrist that had wrapped around his throat, choking the air from his lungs. He tried to punch and claw at the firm grip, desperate to free himself from the strong grip - but the dragon did not react. Those angry eyes just stared - unblinking - at the raptor as he hung in the air struggling to breathe. The raptor's kicking died down as he slipped into the black pool of unconsciousness.

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The raptor awoke to the pain of lying on a hard surface, and a throbbing headache. He opened his eyes to find himself lying face-down on the thick layer of leaves, the hut a few yards away. A gnarled tree stump stood nearby. As he rolled onto his side and tried to stand, he found his hands bounds behind him by thick rope. He managed to crawl into a kneeling position and try to calm down when he heard a low chuckle from behind him.

Spinning around, he once again faced the bare-chested dragon - now holding a small hand axe, the type used to chop wood.

"Dude, just- just lemme go, man. I'm sorry about the paint but I didn't think anyone lived out here. I swear, you won't see me again, man. Just, please... please man, lemme go!"

The dragon grabbed hold of the front of the teenager's hoody and hauled him off the forest floor, carrying him over to the well notched tree stump that sat next to a pill of stacked logs. There, he unceremoniously threw the teen face-down onto the gnarled wood. The raptor grunted as the air was forced out of his lungs, then began to struggle as the dragon used a strong hand to grip the youth's head and pressed it down against the wood. The teen was unable to overcome the dragon's strength, and soon howled in pain as a knee was driven into his back - keeping him in place on the tree stump.

"The fuck, man! Get off me! Please, man, I ain't even done nothin' to ya!"

The dragon didn't respond to the teen's protests, but merely pulled the beanie off the teenager's head, pushed his face harder down against the rough wood, and raised the axe - making sure the raptor was able to see it.

"Wha- DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK! NO! PLEASE! I-I didn't even DO anything! HELP! HEELP!"

The dragon waited until the teen began to draw another breath before bringing the axe down - a wet ripping sound filling the young student's ears as the axe easily cut through the side of the raptor's neck until the axe blade hit the tree stump. Blood rushed out from the wound, splashing onto the dragon and dribbling down the stump as pain lanced through his body, causing a terrified bellow to escape his mouth. The spurts threw red gore over a meter away from the screaming raptor. The dragon closed his eyes, taking in the loud screams of agony that came from the teen's lungs, the feeling of his victim's futile struggling to get free, and the rich scent of fresh blood in the air. Raising the axe again, he brought it back down - quickly slicing through the raptor's spine as a dull, wet "thunk" sounded out from the axe striking the gnarled wood - causing the raptor's body to jerk harshly and then lie still. One more dull chop was enough to cut through the remaining flesh, the body flopping to the side of the stump and bleeding out into the hummus layer, streams of blood shooting from the freshly cleaved neck in time with each frantic beat of the terrified teen's pumping heart. The body rolled slowly onto its back, occasionally twitching. Removing his hand from the now detached head, the dragon staring into the panicked expression on the youth's face - the final grimace of pain fading as the muscled went slack and the eyes glazed over. A small dribble of blood leaked out between the lips of the dead raptor, mixing with the final tears from the painful first blow. The last thought in the teen's mind was the emotionless expression of his killer's merciless face as his vision clouded over.

Taking a deep breath, the dragon placed the bloody axe beside the tree stump and looked over the roughly torn flesh of his latest victim. He looked down at the headless body and noticed the darker patch growing in the teenager's jeans. He briefly wondered if the student had actually pissed himself from fear, or whether it was just the body relaxing in death. The scent of blood and urine helped the dragon to recover from his work. He moved a hand down to his pants and fished out his growing erection, beginning to rub himself off as he knelt beside the bloody wood and still twitching body of the young ex-raptor. His body still reacting to the rush of his latest kill, he turned the raptor's head and moved it closer to his cock, until his throbbing dick's tip started rubbing against the still warm scales of the boy's snout, the feeling of the scales against his shaft stimulating him more as his hand stroked faster and gripped tighter, quickly building himself to climax as he stared into the dead vacant eyes. Rubbing his circumcised glans between the raptor's unfocused eyes, the dragon's cock began spurting thick burst of cum that shot out and caught in the raptor's head feathers. A slight grunt came from his throat as he continued pumping his jizz onto the dead boy's head.

He stayed there through the afterglow until his dragonhood grew flaccid, before standing over the stump and rubbing his palm against his glans - building up his pace and stroking his own warm cum between his hand and cock until it triggered his prostate to relax. His bladder soon started to relieve itself - warm urine flowing down the dragon's hand onto the teenager's head and the bloody wooden stump, before he moved the stream so it flowed over the blood stained clothes of the dead raptor's body. It slowly dripped down into the thick undergrowth of the forest hut's yard, mixing with the dark blood that now stained the ground.

The dragon wiped off his cock and hands, taking care to shake any blood off. He didn't have access to a shower in his home, and didn't feel like hiking back to the river to bathe. He didn't bother looking at the corpse of his latest kill, and he knew no one would find it this far into the forest. He turned around and walked away slowly, leaving the corpse to slowly bleed out into the forest floor. He knew it was safer to drag it down to the river and throw it into the deep layer of silt, but for now he would rest. He picked up the blood-free beanie and carried it back to his hut. It would serve as a momento of his latest kill. While be prefered hoodies, the raptor's blood had ruined the garment before the dragon even pissed on it.