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It was kind of bright, wasn't it? The corners of his eyes wrinkled. Inhaling sharply, he blinked into wakefulness and propped himself up on his elbows.

He'd forgotten to close the curtains last night. Probably because there was a dragon in the room. In his bed. Still snuggled against him.

She stirred against him, flexing her paw before opening her maw wide into a yawn. Her teeth shone white and pointy, her tongue curling before her maw closed.

He added 'sharp, skin-rending teeth' to his mental list of reasons not to upset her.

“Hey there," he said. Sleepiness was apparent in his voice, and she chuckled in her little dragon way.

“Good morning." She laid her head on his chest, and he averted his eyes after finding hers were fixed on him. He was going to get up and start the day, but that didn't appear to complement her intentions.

“Hey, I'm right here," he heard. Working up the courage, he met her gaze, one that searched over him. He had the urge to squirm, to look away.

“Yep. What's uhh… up?"

It was like she could see through him. “You ok?"

He pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah. Fine. Why?"

She tilted her head. “No, you're not." Shifting further up onto him, the human watched as the dragon straddled him at the waist, pushing her forepaws to either side of his head.

“Um…" He didn't necessarily like this, but he also didn't necessarily not like it? He thought? It was kind of comfortable having another's weight on top of him, but it was also a dragon that could kill him at the slightest whim.

"You're still scared." The disappointment rang clearly, he didn't even need to see her face.

"Well… yeah. Kinda." He tried to be honest, as hard as it was. In all reality, he knew the dragon most likely meant him no harm, but the fear was still there. Maybe it was the pitch darkness of her scales. Or the claws. Everything that made her a predator. But at the same time, there was a sliver of him that reveled in her life-threatening self, the danger of it; there was a small thrill there, yes, but it was more so the raw power that made him respect her, admire her even. But again, only a sliver.

Also, he had morning wood. Bad morning wood. And her setting her hips right on top of it was the worst possible thing. It only added to the stimulation, made him want…

He shook his head. “Look. Ris? I have to get up. There-"

She blinked, lifted herself up some, and looked down between them. “Are you aroused, human?"

The blood left his cheeks, his heart jumped, and his stomach sank. It was that fucking obvious?

Shit. Shit. Shit. What the fuck am I supposed to say?

“Well uh, no. No, it's a natural thing that happens to humans. Uh… guys more so. I'm not like crushing on you or anything. Not that you aren't pretty. Um…" When he realized what he said, he decided it was time for him to stop talking.

“So you're not aroused, but you have an erection." She hadn't looked back up at him, only continuing to stare at the bulge in his pajama pants.

He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, raising his hands before letting them fall. "Yes. Can we talk about something else?"

"Like how you're still afraid of me? Or maybe- there's this other thing I've been thinking- you're attracted to me, and that's why you've been so weird this whole time."

Nobody spoke for a torturous moment.

"What?" His volume was low.. She hadn't actually said that, right?

“It wasn't unheard of in the Summer I came from. People are drawn to other people after all. Don't worry, I'm not a judging soul." She laid back down, refocusing on him.

The accusation was… it made his heart race a million miles an hour, and his head spun even faster. Why? It wasn't true, so why was it banging around his head so violently? The small part of him that recognized the unique appeal of her power, was it stronger than he knew? Was it more than simple admiration? The fact he couldn't come to an immediate conclusive answer was telling.

Fuck. No way am I getting hard because of a dragon. It's just morning wood. I mean, she's not ugly, but she's a dragon! Sure, her figure might be nice to look at, and she kind of has a way with me. But still.

“That's…" He laughed, but it came out much more nervously than he would've liked. “That's crazy."

She squinted, scanning his expression, looking for kinks in the armor. “Alan, if what you've said is true, then you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together right? Hiding me from the rest of the world?"

He sighed, then nodded.

“So you'll be the only human I talk to, sleep with, eat with, do everything with. The only human I can trust."

He hadn't thought about this, hadn't thought this far down the road.

“It's important that you're honest with me. This reason you're so cautious of me, I don't think it's the danger I might pose. Well… I take that back. It might be a little bit of that. I am pretty intimidating." She bared her teeth and flexed her wings, unfurling them from her back before promptly letting them down. She chuckled and shook her head. “But in all seriousness, if you like me in that way, I am not necessarily for it nor against it. But I would like to know, it's only fair to us both. And it would probably come up somewhere down the line anyway, no?"

She leaned in, and he resisted the urge to move away. Her muzzle brushed his ear. “So, if you have dirty little thoughts about lifting my tail and fucking me, just say it."

“Wha- what is that? How can you say that to my face?" The gall she had was incredible, the greatest and most shameless of anyone he'd ever met. But damn it all if her words didn't have an effect on him. He had to reconsider. She wasn't wrong, they were going to be together for some time.

She hummed. “How? I just did. Should I ask again or-"

“No! No, you are fine. Everything is fine. That's just- not a normal thing to say to someone you barely know. And… I get it, you're right. But it's not easy to give an answer. I'm still getting used to this."

He was still getting used to her. And so was a part of him that was worrying. When she said the words: 'lifting my tail and fucking me,' he swore it was like nerves lighting up in the back of his head. And despite how odd he knew their situation was, he was only human, a young man with hormones, needs, desires; all-natural. It was inevitable that dirty thoughts happened. But when those thoughts concerned a certain familiar, scaly figure…

He was afraid to admit anything to her, much less to himself, but as a man who hadn't gotten laid since… ever, his brain was running on horny mode just about ninety-nine percent of the time.

She was-

“You know," his stream of thinking was cut off. “I can figure you if you're telling the truth."

She got up again, still standing over him before she backed up, forepaws padding backward down his chest, belly, and finally groin.

“Um…"

“It's a simple trick. You'll see. The thing is, the truth is very important to me. Especially for the predicament you and I are in. So this is a very necessary precaution." Eventually, she laid back down, only this time, it was in between his legs, the sheets having been peeled away. Her paws grasped his inner thighs, filling his stomach with nervous excitement.

“Ris." He shook his head. 'C- C'mon now. What do you think you're doin'?"

She locked eyes with him, playful curiosity burning in her slitted irises. “Whenever males were shy around the Spring season, we had a way to get them to socialize."

Her claws hooked the brim of his pajama pants and pulled. Down his legs they slid, and there was nothing but bare skin underneath.

“Wait!"

Only some of his crotch had been revealed, recently-shaven pubic hair peeking out, but nothing else. The room air felt cold on that part of him for some reason. She looked at him expectantly.

“Are you telling me to stop?"

Before he started, he cleared his throat. “I…" Pursing his lips, he averted his eyes. “I…"

She tilted her head. “You?"

Why did a part of him want it? Why did this same part know exactly what she was doing, that she was going to take his pants off and treat his cock to her tongue, take him into her maw like the most perverted fantasy that had ever plagued his mind?

“I don't know." His chest was rising and falling faster.

"Does that mean you want me to stop?" She was ready to expose him, and he craved relief from his dick pushing against the fabric.

He knew it all ended here; there was no hiding it once the words came out, no going back.

"N-" His breaths were stuttered. "No."

"Do you know what I'm about to do?"

When he imagined it, it made him stiffen, distracted him from the fear and stress. But at the same time…

He nodded. "This is my first time."

"Ah!" She smiled. "So this won't be different at all. Wanna see?"

Biting his tongue, he nodded.

In an instant his entire groin was revealed, his throbbing, full cock springing to attention in all its virgin glory. The soft polyester of his pajamas scrunched at his knees, giving Ris full access. Her eyes devoured him, drinking in the sight like a predator would its prey.

“That's new." When she licked her lips, he glimpsed, once more, her thin, prehensile tongue, glistening with saliva. She nuzzled down into the base of his cock, just above his balls and the unfamiliar sensation of someone else's touch jolted him. It was peculiar, strange, and completely enrapturing. He couldn't believe it.

But then she got that devious look in her eyes as they narrowed, her pupils more pronounced as they stared into his own. Her tongue slithered out, and he watched as it wrapped around him, from root to middle, from middle to tip, centimeter by centimeter. He was surrounded by hot, wet, pulsing muscle.

He groaned aloud, so loud that it brought blood to his cheeks out of embarrassment.

“Fuck… oh god, Ris."

Was his first load taken by someone else really going to be in a dragon's maw? With a continuous slurp, her tongue pulled back in, leaving hot afterburns of pleasure on his damp cock.

“See how eager to play you are? Works on males every time, no matter how shy."

It had worked, the dragon had somehow forced the willingness out of him. But then, that wasn't being honest. He'd been willing the whole time, but she had been the one to lure it out, seducing his repressed desires into the open. Now here he was, about to receive oral from a fantastical creature of the middle ages. And he liked that.

“Ok Alan, here's how the game's gonna go." Her words came between licks of the underside of his length.

Game?

“I'm gonna lick, stroke, and suck every inch of your cock, right until you're about to cum. When you are, let me know, 'cause then I'm gonna stop and ask if you want to keep going. That way, I know if you really want this."

It was ass-backward logic and self-contradictory to its own supposed goal, and Alan knew it. But there was not a single shred of him that cared. There was, however, one small detail that concerned him. Propping himself up on his elbows, he cleared his throat.

“Ris, I get what you're doing here, I just gotta make sure that uh… you're not doing this just for me. I mean, you… you want this too, right?"

She canted her head. “Hmm. I appreciate the worry, Alan. It kind of makes me want to drink every drop of cum these guys have." She emphasized her point by nuzzling his testes, painting them with delicate licks.

Alan supposed that was an answer. Of sorts.

She lifted her snout from his nuts to the tip of his standing member, and her tongue flicked out, wetting the skin. Her scaly lips parted and kissed against his cock, tongue swirling about his crown before she let some more of it in.

His heart hammered, his blood pumped, and his mouth lie agape.

She admitted his tip past her muzzle, forming an imperfect seal just below his crown before suckling gently, the quiet squelch of it making his hairs stand on end. His hands were gripping the sheets, closing and relaxing in step with the intensity of her suckles. She twisted her head a little, a different angle from which to lavish her hot, wet embrace on his virgin penis.

The heat was unexpected, gracing his tip with increasing intensity the further she took him into her maw. His nerves had never flared with such pleasure, he had never felt so turned on in his entire life. She really was attractive, alluring in an exotic, almost dangerous way. He was the only man on earth who had ever been this intimate with a dragon, the only man to have even seen a dragon.

She growled, deep, reverberating, and he immediately knew it was a sound unique to dragons. The texture of it was so foreign, and, with his cock between her lips, it was also tangible. He felt it. He also felt when she sank down on his cock without warning, the warm softness of her maw sliding down his stiff length until her nostrils were tickled by his short pubic hair.

He groaned. There was nothing he could do to stop it. The heat seemed to increase tenfold, and the snugness of her maw seemed to perfectly encircle him. It was almost too much.

Her tongue, having treated his tip sufficiently, began to slither down his shaft, circling round and round until it had essentially coiled around him, from top to bottom. And he felt every single bit of it. He couldn't believe the dexterity of that thing, and being able to know what was going on in her muzzle without him seeing it?

“This is…" he paused to manage his breathing. “You're so fucking hot, Ris."

Her paws squeezed his thighs, as if a reward for the praise. And in turn, she rose back up on his cock, exposing his wet shaft before sinking down again, plunging him back into a world of pleasure.

It was really happening, just like in every stupid porn he'd watched, the ones he'd never thought would ever come close to real life, that was happening right now. He was getting blown, and it felt so fucking good.

She continued to bob, her tongue jerking him off within in her maw in that same coiled fashion, even as her lips slid up and down, both motions opposite and incongruent.

The stimulation was insane, it was a different kind of heat, like the pleasure itself burned. “Ohhh… Oh god…"

Just the sight of it was something to behold, something that would linger in his mind for months to come. Her face, the visage of a powerful, mystical dragon, with black scales and purple eyes glimmering in the morning light. She was a deadly predator, and here she was, sucking away at his throbbing cock. Her saliva was so copious, it coated his entire shaft, right down to the root.

She hummed; a gentle, contented noise. Then she pulled off, her lips smacking as his cock popped out, and she served the tip an indulgent kiss. His heart sank. Was she going to stop already?

“Grab my horns." It was terse and poignant, and the implication of it stirred in his belly. But those were serious, and her demand bore into him. He obeyed, taking hold of each one, the smooth keratin grasped under his clammy palms.

“Good boy." She grinned. “You're very easy going Alan, you have that going for you. Now, you liked how that felt right?"

More than anything ever. He nodded.

“You think it would be better if you set the pace? If you got to fuck my muzzle?"

Fuck me. She says it so frankly. Like it's nothing.

It made him feel… free. Unjudged, like there was more room to explore and relax in the sensations of his first time. Fucking her mouth? Taking control a bit? He could just imagine it, seeing her beautiful face as he thrust into her hot maw, tongue holding him, the friction stronger than ever.

He nodded again. “Please, Ris."

She chuckled. “Do as you wish." Without warning, she took him back into her maw, suckling, but not moving up or down. It was on him.

When he realized this, nervousness began to creep up, nervousness he knew wouldn't go away unless he acted. With an awkward jerk, he lifted his hips off the bed, and his cock slipped into her mouth the whole way. That familiar, singing pleasure came back. He needed more.

Tugging on her horns, he pulled her snout against his crotch, mashing his cock as deep into her muzzle as it could go before his hips relaxed, sliding his shaft out until only his head remained between her lips. At once, thrust back up. He heard it. A wet, sloppy suckling.

He voiced his satisfaction, praising her for how good she felt, which earned him pleasant hums. He set his own pace alright, the pace of a man who could now indulge in as much sexual delight as he pleased, delight had never experienced before, and he wanted all she had to give.

Fucking her scaly muzzle properly, the sensations became stronger, and his eyes were glazing over. He was so entrenched in the euphoria of his predicament, only wanting to focus on the friction of his cock sliding into her maw.

“F- fuck. I'm gonna cum." It was so prevalent, so pervasive and upfront, unavoidable. The feeling surged in his loins, each stroke a higher and higher level of feel-good. Until it stopped.

Again, his cock slid out, painted cold in the room air. Why? Why did she-

“Do you still want it?" Her voice was level, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

“Yes! Please, god, yes!" All he wanted was to finish, he was so close.

She shrugged. “Ok." She dove, taking him in, hilting in, but before he could move his hips, she planted her paws firmly into him, keeping him grounded. With his throbbing, stiff length between her jaws, she began to knead him, and simultaneously, she swallowed around his head, tongue dancing around every inch.

It was overstimulating, far too much for him to handle, every nerve firing as he tried to make sense of her heavenly suckling. The roof of her maw was so soft, and his sensitive tip dragged against it with each kneading motion.

He tried to warn her, he really did. But when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a gasp. He saw nothing, but felt a monsoon of pleasure and bliss, and it washed him over the edge.

Thick, virgin cum spurted from his head, adorning her throat in strings. His salty, white reward dribbled down her gullet as she continued to swallow, as she happily drank everything he had to give.

He never thought he could possibly feel so good, never thought his first real orgasm would be such a rush. He'd masturbated before, but this wasn't even comparable, he was surely spoiled forever.

The high ebbed away, second by second, until reality came back into focus. He promptly remembered there was a dragon sweet on his cock. Her eyes were closed, seeming to take a strangely intense enjoyment in cleaning his cock of any and all seed. She eventually released it with a cheek-reddening mwah! His softening shift was soaked.

He was the first to speak. “Thank you." It was the least he could do; offer simple gratitude for what was the best time he'd had in his life. Nothing had been so… exhilarating. His first time with someone, and it was with a dragon!

“Very welcome. It tastes way sweeter than I expected."

“Oh. Sweet?"

She nodded and gave his cock a kiss. “Like frosting."

Perhaps it was those dragon taste-buds of hers. Weird. She got up, climbing her way over before she plopped down on top of him, her scales imprinting a funny texture on his skin.

“Now that you're nice and relaxed, I figured you'd be a little more receptive as a cuddle-mate." Resting her head once more on his chest, he sighed.

Damn. He hadn't noticed it until she said something but… yeah. He wasn't nervous anymore; not one bit. After that turn of events, there wasn't much to be embarrassed or nervous about. It was all in the open. And she clearly did not mean him anything resembling harm.

His arms came over her back, under her wings, and held her tight. “Thanks again, Ris. I don't know if this is normal for a dragon, but for me, it means a lot."

“I hear you, Alan." Her tone was soft as silk. “But don't worry about gratitude, right now. I think we have some sleeping-in to do."

She settled into her spot, eyes closing, wings draped lazily. Even though he was still naked, it didn't feel strange or inappropriate. It felt just right. On the inside, however, it was a different story. This dragon was a looming weight on his heart, and he didn't know how to resolve it. He'd gotten so distracted from the oddness of her existence, and so had come to understand her better. He didn't know what to make of it. Were they friends? Lovers? Casual sex-pals? Something in between, or none of those at all?

“Ris-"

“Mmmm," her sleepy grumble silenced him. She opened one eye just a hair. “No more talking. We'll talk whenever we wake."

And at once, he pursed his lips, stifling a sigh of frustration. That wasn't what he wanted. But it didn't matter. Somehow, this creature from another time, who had no earthly understanding of the world she'd stumbled into, had more say than he did. What was he to do against it? He wanted to keep her in company, he wanted to protect her.

His vision became unfocused, then blurry, then a bit blurrier. His eyelids drooped. She was comfortable in his arms, a nice weight atop him. The rhythm of her breathing was lulling. Despite seeming hard and sharp, her scales were actually smooth and soft to the touch. Sleep didn't sound so bad now that he thought about it.

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They got up early in the afternoon. She had woken first, and he woke second after finding his face being licked by a silly dragon.

When he tried to get dressed, she protested, arguing it was 'no fair' that she didn't get to wear clothes of her own.

“What am I gonna do with you?" he wondered aloud as she climbed into his naked lap. He had planned on getting some school work done, but it would prove difficult if a certain dragon was going to be licking his neck the whole time.

“You tell me." She continued doting upon his neck, tasting his skin. He inhaled sharply. It was such a strangely pleasant sensation. It was a vulnerable part, the neck. And for her to paint it with dragon kisses? He couldn't quite ascertain what he liked about it so much.

She'd taken to him quickly. Very, very quickly. It was a good thing for him of course. He loved this influx of attention and physical affection, he'd spent his whole deprived of it until now. But at the same time, it did strike him as funny that an out-of-place person such as her would latch onto the first human she met.

Maybe it was because he hadn't outed her to the police. She knew how easily he could have done so. She probably didn't know just how lucky she was to find a person willing to accept her. Most would've… who knows what they would have done.

Maybe it was for that reason. Or at least, something along the same vein. He hadn't denied her advances despite his obvious self-conflict, despite their difference in species, despite his nervousness and his fear.

“Alan?"

“Hmmm? Oh! Uh… yeah? What's up?"

“What were you thinking about?"

Oh dear. Whether or not that particular topic was smart to discuss… They had only just begun this journey of theirs, this effort to keep her concealed from the world. Would saying the wrong thing sour their mutual understanding?

“You trust me for some reason," he said.

She blinked, biting her tongue. “Y- yes? Of course I do."

“Why? I mean, how long have you known me?"

She chuckled with ringing incredulousness. “How many people are there to trust? How many options have I been given here? Don't make me walk you through this."

He nodded. “I- I know, but… this is more than that. You trusted me enough to be intimate. That's way different."

His stomach sank. The look on her face made him wish he'd never even thought of bringing this up. It was longing; deep, almost unfathomable. In the subtle twinges of her lips, there was a story playing out, being recollected and replayed for all its sadness and regret to be felt.

“You're comfortable, Alan."

He brought his hands to her sides.

She continued, “Its been years, this game of running from monsters, flying in the rain, flying without sleep, never a chance to rest or relax. And right when I thought I found a place I could live, a place to be happy, it gets ripped away like everything else."

She was staring at his chest.

“I'm tired. It's taken so much out of me. You've given me a chance to have a happy place, a home, or the closest thing to it. Even though all I'm doing is making your life harder, you don't even hesitate to help. I might not act like I notice, but I do. There's nothing more I want than this closeness, Alan. I like being in your lap. I liked when you let me… you know… That stuff makes me happy too."

Their gazes became entwined. “Promise me that, no matter what happens down the line, you won't give up on me," she said.

If all of that was true, every last word with which she'd poured her heart out, then it was the easiest decision he'd ever make.

“I promise."

He hugged her so godamnned tight. He tucked his head into the crook of her shoulder. And in return, she crossed her paws behind his neck, nuzzling his hair. She was warm. He felt protected, distant from the world at large.

The moment hung in a pendulum of emotions, ones he realized he might have been repressing. He understood her. It made sense. This whole time, he hadn't had the intuition to try to comprehend anything beyond the surface-level. This time where she used to live, he couldn't imagine what living second-by-second in that place must have done to her. Anyone would crave intimacy if deprived of it for so long.

God. Years.

He stroked her back, he pattern he took great enjoyment in producing. But a paw stopped it. He looked up.

“Can we be close again?"

He scoffed playfully. “Y- you mean…"

She nodded before he could even finish. “I want to feel you. Inside me."

He wasn't still dreaming, was he?

TO BE CONTINUED VERY FUCKING SOON. I AM SO SORRY. I SWEAR THIS WILL RESUME RIGHT WHERE IT LEFT OFF. :(

For real i hate doing a cliff hanger thing, but I hate missing deadlines even more. Just so you know love bugs, they're obviously gonna make love in the next one, so stay tuned.