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The morning light brought with it the scent of singed wood and a merciful end to Ailmer's nightmares. He let his visions fade into the familiar ceiling of his bedroom. He was warm, warmer than he expected to be for this time of year--it took him several long moments to remember that he was laying against the belly of a dragon.

Beroan was still asleep. His limbs and wings were haphazardly arranged over the bed in a manner from which Ailmer had no hope of extricating himself. He sighed and squirmed back and forth to settle his back further up against the dragon's barrel chest. He finally released his aching fingers from the blanket he'd been gripping. His eyes closed again, but thankfully, sleep was far from his mind.

He still couldn't quite believe the series of events that had led him back to a dragon. It was different this time, without the binding and without his magic, and Ailmer still couldn't figure out if it was good. He hurt, but he hurt less than he had since he'd lost Marlin. Beroan couldn't, or shouldn't, fill the hole in his heart, but nothing else had come close in his life. Perhaps, this would be enough.

A deep thrum echoed behind his back and he felt Beroan's chest vibrate with the lazy noise. For a moment, Ailmer worried that his stressful thoughts had woken the dragon. However, Beroan's slow yawn and the lazy stretch of his tail dashed that thought. With a few blinks and a slight smile, Beroan's head wrapped around Ailmer's side to rest in his lap. The drake did not attempt to shift his limbs. With his wide head taking up the rest of Ailmer's front and lap, the human had no choice but to start scritching the dragon's head. His fingers rubbed along the male's frills and worked carefully over his eye-ridges and the base of Beroan's horns. Beroan began to purr and his whole form shifted under the mage, trapping him further against his warm scales.

"Good morning, lazy scales." He said.

Beroan purred a little louder in reply. His eyes stayed shut, but the tip of his tail thumped the ground rhythmically. "Sore," Beroan mumbled.

"Sore?" Ailmer asked.

"Mhm. Never fought like that before." Beroan replied.

"What about the first time in Mossley? We fought Ikthil and a brute then."

"I wasn't in armor. There wasn't a line, the other humans didn't fight with you; different." Beroan rumbled, his words as slow and lazy as the rest of his motions.

"I see what you mean. I wasn't riding you then, either." Ailmer said.

"Mn, you were. Didn't need a saddle, though." Beroan said.

One of Beroan's eyes opened, tracing up over the human's chest to his face. His slitted pupil cut through his teal sea and Ailmer watched as it carefully evaluated his face. His fingers worked firmly over the dragon's eye ridge, and several long breaths huffed over his belly before the dragon's eye closed again. The dragon gave a slight nod before wiggling his muzzle deeper into the human's lap. "You are sore, too." He stated.

It was Ailmer's turn to stretch. His legs pressed up against the dragon and his arms pushed out, as much as they could in the net of heavy dragon limbs. A few twinges ran through him, but the skirmish hadn't lasted long. "More from riding than anything else." He said.

Beroan was completely motionless beside the swell of his sides as he took another long breath. Ailmer drifted back into silence. His fingers felt over the leathery scales of the dragon's face and massaged along the thick bones just underneath the creature's tough hide. The bones that made up the creature's brow were thicker than his thumb and felt like granite under the muscles that traced over the dragon's forehead. Conflicting emotions brewed in his chest. The form of a dragon had felt almost as familiar as his own body a few years ago, but now, he could clearly see that it was as alien. His fingers ran along those ridges a few more times before Beroan's eye split again. "No, no, not from the fight. You're all…worry." He rumbled.

His fingers stopped moving. After a few moments, he laid his hand on the top of the dragon's muzzle, before shaking his head. "Are you not? War is coming again, but I can't halt it this time. The Ikthil burnt so much before, but I don't know of any riders that could do what I did, and…" Ailmer trailed off.

Beroan's eye closed again. He took another long breath, before huffing it out and raising his muzzle. He bumped Ailmer's face with his snout, before shifting under him to raise in another stretch. His forelegs flexed along Ailmer's lap and he blinked lazily, his head turning to look towards the morning sun beaming through the window. "The world doesn't belong to you, Ail." He rumbled, "Leave lifting the world to Melchitite."

Ailmer nearly crossed his arms. He sighed through his nose, but after a few moments, he looked back at the dragon. "If I recall, he ended up shifting the world for his love."

"Mn. You are not an ancient dragon, Ail. You may be strong, but you can only clasp what can fit in your claws." Beroan said.

That shouldn't have stung, but Ailmer turned his eyes back down to the floor. He stared like he could tear through the planks with the sheer force of his will. Beroan didn't seem to notice the fire smoldering under his chin and greeted the morning light with a long yawn.

His muzzle drifted up to draw Ailmer's chin up. Ailmer's eyes drifted closed and he nodded against the drake's warm, leathery snout. A slight smirk twisted up the corners of Beroan's mouth and he pulled his head back to plant a lick along the human's jaw. The heat and slickness pulled Ailmer out of his thoughts, if only to reach up and wipe his chin with his forearm. "My claws can still wrap around plenty, drake. Your tail should be able to attest to that." Ailmer said.

Beroan's nostrils flared. His smiled widened and his limbs shifted to allow the human more freedom. Ailmer seized the opportunity, squirming and wiggling his way out until he was kneeling beside the dragon. Beroan's whole form shifted into a half-moon as he strained from the tips of both sets of toes to move the lazy blood in his body. "Are you sure, Ailmer? My memory is failing me." Beroan rumbled.

Ailmer shook his head and crossed his arms as he looked down the dragon in front. Beroan was still wearing on the obvious grin, though his eyes were still mostly lidded. He was not at all perturbed by the statement he had made against Ailmer. Of course, that cocky attitude was definitely deliberate.

Ailmer knew that it was, but when both the bait and the trap was so enticing… It had been far too long, even though he was starting to get used to Beroan's company since he'd been used to dealing with draconic matter-of-fact statements. But, if Beroan wanted him to take the bait, he supposed he ought to bite.

For as much good as the stretching was for a warm-up, Ailmer's palm smacking the dragon's flank seemed to do a lot more to get his lazy blood flowing.

His tail jumped and he let out a playful growl. Still, his bulk didn't shift very far on the bed. Ailmer tried again, another smack doing absolutely nothing to move the dragon's scales across the sheets. "Well, I don't think I'm an immovable mountain. I'd heard more impressive stories of magic." Beroan rumbled.

Truly, it had been a long time since Ailmer had dealt with a dragon. He'd forgotten there was no need for gentle teasing, not when the dragon knew what they wanted. Beroan yelped and jerked in place, his eyes wide open and staring at the mage, but his teeth still split his muzzle in an expression of playful mirth. He let out another growl, squirming his hips from side to side. A small handful of fire was certainly not enough to dissuade the dragon, but Ailmer's other hand surreptitiously patted out a spark on the sheets. "You're well with my grasp, but if you don't believe me…" Ailmer said.

Both of Ailmer's hands reached over to grip the base of the dragon's tail. Thick muscles shifted under leathery scales--though with the reduced leverage and Ailmer's smaller stature, he had no hope of wrenching the dragon over with his strength alone--and Beroan's thighs shifted up as he fell onto his back. Ailmer's hands slid up the warm crook of the dragon's leg. He forced Beroan's thighs as far apart as they could go. The hide was warmer here, from being trapped between the bulk of the dragon and the heat of the dragon's morning wood. The dragon's cock rested along his front, lazily throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The pointed rod hung a few inches off the dragon's belly now, but Ailmer could still feel a warmer outline when he rubbed over the place it had rested against Beroan's bellyscales.

He shifted, pinning one of the dragon's legs down against the mattress. His other arm stroked up the inside of the dragon's leg to let him plant his form in against the male's thigh. Beroan growled appreciatively, his upper body twisted slightly to the side. One foreleg stretched out in front of him, his paw toes splaying in a stretch, and the other pulled back the side his chest. His head arched back, as Ailmer's free fingers wrapped around the meat of his shaft. His stiff cock pushed against Ailmer's fingers as his smooth skin dragged across the engorged ridges that decorated Beroan's shaft. Slowly, his fingers squeezed up to the softer arrowhead that topped the dragon's spear. Clear fluid already drooled in delicate strands down onto the drake's bellyscales. His fingers closed around that tip, working outwards with undulating motions. "You seem to be well within my grasp, Beroan."

The dragon replied with pleased noises and an inconsistent press up from his hips. Ailmer chuckled, starting to draw his hand up and down the drake's shaft. Beroan's upper body shifted back, both forepaws drawn back to his chest. He was confident that the dragon was under his palms, though only because Ailmer knew he was getting exactly what he wanted. Ailmer threw a leg across the drake's tail.

Ailmer was glad to have eschewed clothing. He'd been plenty warm against the drake while he slept, and now he had the benefit of feeling the dragon against him immediately. Teasing worked both ways and, even though they both enjoyed it, Ailmer was glad to feel the warm flesh of the dragon against him immediately. His knees butted up against the back of the dragon's flanks and the hand that had been pinning Beroan's hips to the bed slid up. Both hands wrapped around the dragon's cock, squeezing and teasing the flesh from base to tip.

Beroan's purr was distinctly unlike a cat, but the sound was lazy and pleasing, and it mirrored the dragon's feelings exactly. His thick shaft pushed against Ailmer's fingers. It flexed with each throb, enough to continue goading Ailmer's hands up his shaft. Precum leaked from the dragon's engorged tip and spread in slow, short rivulets along his belly.

That precum was hot and slick along Ailmer's fingers as he swiped it up from the dragon's bellyscales. He took his time spreading it along the length of Beroan's cock, spending extra time coating each ridge on his shaft. The drake let out another low rumble of pleasure while his cock pulsed and throbbed against the human's grip. His precum leaked steadily now, leaving plenty dripping down his scales and the top of his cock for Ailmer to spread over his length.

Finally, Ailmer slid forward. His cocktip pressed against the base of the dragon's shaft and slid up, bouncing against the first pair of ridges on the male's shaft. At the same time, they both let out warm sighs through their nostrils. The drake's flesh was hot and slick against Ailmer's tip and the dragon's hind legs pressed in around the male's thighs. One of the human's hands slid up to brace himself on the dragon's front, leaning in to press his shaft against the dragon's cock. His other hand reached up, grasping his shaft and the dragon's sleek flesh together.

Ailmer took a moment to massage his throbbing shaft with this thumb, pressing it against the slick belly of the dragon's cock. The tip of the dragon's tail crept up to wind around the human's ankle, squeezing like a snake in time with the human's strokes. After a few more moments of working his shaft with his thumb, Ailmer moved his knees up into the crook of the dragon's thighs, drawing his hand back through the strands of dripping fluid to wrap both hands around their cocks.

The dragon shivered underneath Ailmer and forced him to balance as he pushed his hips up. Slick flesh frotted together, leaving Ailmer's fingers and shaft glistening. He took his time enjoying the way that Beroan's ridges slid along his shaft and the feeling of the dragon's softer tip pressing against his erection. "Mnh, Ail…It's so strange…" Beroan rumbled.

Ailmer paused for a moment, his cock throbbing against Beroan's. His tip rested midway along the dragon's tip, leaving his thighs straddling the base of the dragon's cock. He was smaller and significantly shorter than the scaly creature, so the underside of his cock only ran most of the way down the dragon's. "What's strange?" He asked.

His toes clenched as the dragon's tailtip slid from his ankle, snaking up the inside of his leg. It brushed against the inside of his thigh before it prodded at the back of the Ailmer's balls. His sac was resting on the dragon's swollen base, and he squirmed as the drake's tail callously prodded at the sensitive orbs. "This thing! So…vulnerable and dangly and smooth…" He mumbled.

"There have been a few moments in life that I'd have preferred them being behind muscle and scale. I happen to like them, though."

Ailmer punctuated his statement with another slow grind along Beroan's shaft, until his crotch met his thumb. The motion dragged his sac all the way up Beroan's shaft, leaving the dragon to curl his toes and lay the tip of his tail along the human's thigh. The dragon's head turned back up, and his eyes were locked intently on the human's crotch. "Me too." He rumbled.

The corners of Ailmer's mouth turned up to mirror Beroan's grin. He leaned forward, both hands wrapped around the still-throbbing dragon shaft as he worked his hips back and forth. Beroan's cock pushed at his fingers, trying unsteadily to flex against the male's fingers and spread more of his slick precum over his bellyscales. His body squirmed and flexed under the human, but his hips bucked up enough to force a yelp out of Ailmer. He fell against the dragon's front, leaving Beroan's cock throbbing along his belly. The flesh was stiff and hot, and sticky heat strung between his chest and the dragon's scales. He pushed himself up and Beroan's erection followed, pressing needily against the inside of this thigh and the side of his stiff cock. "Shards and eggshells, Ail, why do you always tease me so much?" Beroan huffed.

"It's hardly teasing, dirty drake." Ailmer said, "Teasing doesn't often warrant a bath in a dragon's fluid."

The drake let out another short puff of air through his nostrils. "Pent up." He protested.

Ailmer reached down to stroke the topside of the dragon's shaft, pulling it against his leg with long, slow strokes. He took a moment to smirk to himself as he looked back over the dragon's expression. The dragon was almost panting and he had barely managed to pull his tongue back into his mouth before the tip peeked from the corner. His eyes were shut, but one opened as he felt the human hold still, and his paws pulled back to his chest. With a soft purr, one paw reached up to press against the human's chest while his tongue slid along his lips. Ailmer raised a hand to rub along the back of the dragon's big forepaw, gripping the muscled digits. "What's got you so pent up, then, drake?" Ailmer asked.

Those big paw toes splayed against his chest before the leathery pads clenched slightly. "Been excited to trod you." Beroan rumbled.

Ailmer blinked, his brow furrowing. The dragon's cock twitched against his shaft, and he squirmed on top of the bigger male. "I guess you certainly wouldn't have forgotten about the bet. It slipped my mind, though." Ailmer admitted.

Another hot huff brushed over his front, and Beroan's paw withdrew from the human's chest. Ailmer's hand returned to the dragon's shaft momentarily, but a smirk crossed the drowsy dragon's muzzle. His tail had snuck up to the small of Ailmer's back and his hips thrust up. Like another hand, his tail drove Ailmer forward and, with his hand wrapped around the dragon's cock, prevented him from catching himself.

Ailmer landed on the dragon's chest, his cock pressing against the drake's belly. The drake's tail ran along his spine, squirming and guiding his front down against the dragon's warm chest. His cock rested in the slick mess that had dripped from the excited dragon's tip, and he felt the same warm fluid drip over his rump. The tip of Beroan's shaft brushed in along the very top of his cleft, and he arched his belly down to feel the heat of that stiff cock laying across him. He swallowed, setting his head down against the dragon's chest. "Beroan?" Ailmer asked.

"Mmn?" The drake rumbled.

"Just go slow." Ailmer mumbled.

A contented smile stretched across Beroan's muzzle. The drake's forepaws stretched up to press on Ailmer's sides, carefully gripping his torso. Ailmer wore an unsure smile, but he swallowed and gently pushed himself back against the dragon's slick cockhead. The stiff shaft worked against his rump, spreading his cheeks while he felt it slide along him. Every time the tip of the drake's cock teased his entrance, Ailmer's fingers and toes curled as the heat of the dragon's flesh was all the more apparent against him.

It took several tries before Beroan's tip nestled in against Ailmer's entrance. He took a breath, clenching his teeth as he pressed back. The dragon's heat was obvious against his sensitive pucker, but whatever discomfort he was expecting simply didn't happen. The dragon's cock spade slipped in and the pre-slick, softer tip didn't force him at all. Even as large as the dragon was, Ailmer only gasped and clenched around Beroan's warm tip. Beroan's low rumble contrasted Ailmer's sudden panting, but the human only took a few moments to adjust to the wide spade tugging at his rump.

He couldn't dream of being in practice for Beroan's size. However, it still didn't take him long to remember enough relaxation to stay comfortable. His eyes squeezed shut, his fingers dug into the dragon's thick pectoral muscles. His breaths came in short bursts through clenched teeth before they developed into slower, calmer gasps. Beroan was happy to let the exotic creature take his time. His shaft throbbed lazily inside of Ailmer's rump, and thankfully, leaked plenty of pre to make the process smooth. Soon, Ailmer extricated his fingernails from Beroan's leathery chest scales and took a deep breath, slowly pushing his way back.

The pair shared in a warm huff as Ailmer sat back onto the dragon's thick cock. His shaft was throbbing and drooling against the warm, slick belly of the drake. There was no way he could resist, him not with the way Beroan's ridges popped into him, one at a time. His hips were filled with hot pressure, and the dragon's shaft seemed endless inside of him.

Finally, he felt his entrance press against the thick base of the dragon's cock. His assault slowed, and the last few inches were a vain and ambitious goal. His hips shifted from side to side, very slightly, as he soon discovered that he wouldn't be able to reach that goal today.

Even still, each motion made Beroan's erection shift inside of him. The feeling was intense and almost swelteringly hot. He wasn't particularly sensitive so deep inside of his body, not the same way his entrance and his thighs tingled with stimulation. The feeling of that slick flesh applying so much pressure deep inside him was wholly unique. There was nothing that could compare to the sensation of a dragon's firm cock. At least, there was nothing that Ailmer had found.

Now settled, with his thighs pressing against the dragon's hips and his body as close to the drake's hips as he would be able to go, Ailmer leaned forward. He placed both open palms on Beroan's chest and took a deep breath. The dragon grinned back up at him, his toes giving gentle taps along Ailmer's sides. Ailmer took another moment to gather his courage, but Beroan beat him to the punch.

The drake's hips rocked up, forcing Ailmer to start his rhythm. The motion caught Ailmer in a moan, but he choked it back as soon as it hit his lips. He realized he'd never had to trust the bedroom's door to protect his silence before. He couldn't stop, not with the way that the dragon's ridges slid back and forth, teasing his ass.

He pushed back, being sure to give Beroan just a little more than the drake was prepared for. Ailmer worked his hips up until the spade tip of the dragon's cock tugged at his entrance. He held there momentarily before he pushed back down to the last of the drake's ridges. It kept Beroan placated, balancing his instinctual morning laziness against the dragon's desire to take what he wanted.

Ailmer quickly discovered that he was the one that wanted it. The feeling of so much hot flesh inside of him was entirely overwhelming. Beroan's shaft was exotic and strange. The big drake had more ridges than Ailmer had felt before, and the feeling of each one popping in was enough to force slight gasps through his teeth. The dragon was thicker than anything that Ailmer had been designed to take, but even with his size, Beroan's shaft had more give to it than the human's.

Even still, the larger creature's cock was enough to consume all of Ailmer's attention. Heat throbbed up into through his whole body and Beroan began to instinctually roll his hips upward. Ailmer grunted and gathered his legs back up, sliding his shins into the crook of Beroan's legs. He kneeled on the drake, the large bulk of the heavy creature easily supporting his form. Ailmer's palms pushed his torso up from the dragon, his fingers digging into Beroan's leathery bellyscales, sticky with precum. His folded legs allowed him to press forward onto his arms, starting the process of sliding most of Beroan's shaft from his tight rump. The positional also allowed him to drop back down and, thankfully, prevented him from attempting to take the whole of the dragon's large cock and thick base.

Ailmer's shaft quivered over the shiny mess on Beroan's belly. He added more with every plunge he took onto the dragon's cock in translucent strands of pre. Beroan's pawtoes squeezed along his sides, giving another anchor point for Ailmer to drive his rhythm.

Beroan was panting now, almost as much as Ailmer was. His mouth was hanging open in pleasure half his tongue flopped over his cheek. He stretched back to relax onto the soft bed and roll his hips eagerly up into Ailmer.

The human seized his chance, dropping back into the lowest crouch that he could. His legs pushed Beroan's thighs wide and he felt Beroan's thick cock base throbbing against his hole, straining at his tight entrance. He held there, his entrance twitching vainly as it tried to squeeze against that thick insertion. Pleasure flooded overtop of the dull ache, and sensation kept discomfort far from his mind. They both huffed in unison, as their respective bodies enjoyed the deep penetration.

Makith's flames! Ailmer thought. He'd forgotten how warm dragons were. Heat filled his entire gut, enough to fill him with relaxing warmth. Sweat beaded on his brow. He would have swiped his forearm across it if he didn't need both hands on Beroan's wet belly to steady himself against the dragon's rolling hips. Beroan's forepaws clenched against his sides, and the dragon's hastening pants quickly transformed into needy, short whines.

Ailmer was close, too. If the feeling of the dragon's slick cock tip and his textured ridges running inside of his sensitive tunnel weren't enough, Ailmer couldn't ignore the feeling of his erection dragging back and forth along Beroan's slick belly. His fingertips dug into the thick, undulating muscle underneath the dragon's wide bellyscales. They dented the plates in against Beroan's flexing torso, pushing in further each time Beroan's hips rolled back up.

It didn't take very long for Beroan to throw his head back, his digits tightening down, uncomfortably so, on Ailmer's sides. A deep rumble, like boulders smashing down a hill, rumbled from Beroan's throat as he pushed his hips up, his tail quivering against the bed. Beroan's eyes shut tight and Ailmer's couldn't help but watch.

Rich heat blossomed inside of Ailmer. He could intimately feel every pulse of the dragon's cock inside of him. Slick, textured warmth rushed into him with each of those pulses, and he could feel the rings of Beroan's ridges flex and shift inside of him with each shot of seed. However, as pressure built inside of his loins, all these strange, individual sensations blended into overwhelming pleasure.

Wide-eyed, Ailmer watched his cock flex and pour thick shots of milky seed over Beroan's belly. His whole body clenched and flexed around the dragon's large cock, his whole form taken over by involuntary instinct and electric pleasure. The first shot of his seed splashed all the way up Beroan's torso, landing halfway up the underside of his neck. Several more blasts splashed across the dragon's torso, none with quite the reach of the first. Ailmer was surprised by his output as strands and thick droplets of his cum plastered Beroan's front.

He could feel hot seed drooling from his rump, dripping down over the dragon's shaft and legs. Beroan's cock had calmed down somewhat inside of him, leaving both of their cocks twitching and drooling the last of their seed over and into each other.

A satisfied sigh leaked out of Beroan as he relaxed back. His head flopped onto the bed and his torso spread like a puddle along the bed, in that curious way that only lizards could manage. As Ailmer watched the drake, he idly reached down to rub over the belly of the dragon, avoiding the strands of seed that he'd laid over the drake's front. Beroan purred appreciatively, but Ailmer had mostly used the position to get enough leverage to rise from his trembling knees.

They both let out a soft gasp as Beroan's semi-stiff shaft slipped from Ailmer's rump. The human closed his eyes as warmth ran down his underside, one strand dripping from the back of his sac. Another drooled down his thigh, joining the other mess of seed on the dragon's crotch. Slowly, Ailmer sat back to rest his already-aching rump on the base of the dragon's tail. His gaze joined the dragon's lazy peek as they admired the mess they'd made out of the dragon's front and hips. Ailmer felt thick muscle twitch and tug between his thighs as the drake's tail swept back and forth on the bed. "Flames…" Ailmer mumbled.

"Mnh, where?" Beroan asked.

Ailmer's brow furrowed, and he looked back at Beroan.

"You don't smell that?" Beroan asked.

"Smell what?" Ailmer asked.

He sniffed the air, but he could only smell their tryst. Beroan stretched out underneath him, his neck curling back up so that he could drag his tongue over his sticky chest. "Something's burning that…What do you call it?"

"Candles? Wood?" Ailmer guessed, stretching up to sniff higher in the room.

It didn't help. The dragon didn't answer in the affirmative, so Ailmer kept guessing. "Paper? Breakfast?" He asked.

"Yeah, that last one!" Beroan chirped around his tongue, "Almost. 'S that soft, chewy thing."

"Bread?" Ailmer said, stretching the word.

"Bread! That one." Beroan said, wearing a self-satisfied smirk.

Ailmer nodded, settling his weight back onto his palms. Beroan's tongue drifted lower and lower, and Ailmer couldn't help but blush as he watched the dragon clean Ailmer's seed off his chestscales. "Dirty drake…" Ailmer commented.

Beroan reached his crotch, pausing for a moment to carefully wind the tip of his tongue around his pointed tip. He bent forward, working his tongue ahead of his lips, pushing seed down his cock to drip off his chin. Beroan waited to answer until he had his own cock deep in his muzzle, his tongue wrapped around his still-swollen base.

"Bu' 'm cleanin'!" His muffled words protested.

Chuckling, Ailmer shook his head. He smiled as he watched that thick cock slip out of the dragon's muzzle, shiny with saliva rather than seed before Ailmer clacked his teeth shut. Beroan's tongue ran up his thigh and over his crotch in a few long, slow strokes. His oversensitive cock made him nearly protest Beroan's attentions. Sharp, electric tingles shot up his spine as that slick muscle worked against his spent shaft. The tip of the dragon's tongue curled up under his crotch, tickling along the crook of his thigh, and Ailmer lowered both hands to gently push the dragon's head away.

His palms might as well have met a stone wall. The dragon huffed, pushing his muzzle closer as he slurped along Ailmer's crotch. "Mnf, are you cleaning, or just hungry?" Ailmer asked.

Beroan grunted noncommittally in reply. Ailmer chuckled, his hands shifting to rub along the drake's forehead. "Shall we see what's being burnt downstairs, then?"