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Laurence contemplated Temeraire for a moment, it seemed almost puerile to see the big dragon staring at his own reflection on the lake with such intent, turning his slim muzzle this way and that to better see the ruff that had just come in.

“Come now, you are like to make everyone think you are a vain creature," Laurence said, reaching up to pet the waving tendrils. “In all honesty, they look really elegant; pray give them no thought."

Temeraire made a small, startled noise, and leaned in towards the stroking. “That feels queer," he said.

“Something wrong, dear? Are they so sensitive?" Laurence stopped, Temeraire seemed ready to to jump backward at any moment. He had read some of the stories about the Chinese dragons, and it seemed that neither Imperials or Celestials had been bred to war like the British beasts. The stories, however, had spoke a great deal about their beauty and wisdom, Temeraire had still to display much of the alleged wisdom, but he sure seemed to be coming into a gorgeous dragon now that his growth had ended, something like Laurence had never seen in amidst the British forces.

Temeraire nudged him a little and said, “No, they do not hurt at all. Pray do it again?"

When Laurence carefully resumed the stroking, Temeraire made a peculiar purring sort of sound, and abruptly shivered all over. “I think I quite like it," he added, his eyes growing fuzzy and heavy-lidded.

Laurence first instinct had been to snatch his hand away as it dawned on him what was happening with Temeraire, he glanced around in deep embarrassment; no other dragons or aviators were about at the moment.

Temeraire was not the dragon of his nightmares. For a long time, Laurence had seen them as nothing but terrible beasts of war, but the in the time spent with Temeraire, the dragon had shown him they were much more than that. Laurence had never expected a dragon could be so endearing.

Temeraire couldn't help being a creature of the most formidable type.

“You don't need to be back until night, right?" Temeraire purred, and Laurence nearly dropped on his back as Temeraire nudged forward with his muzzle.

Laurence glanced back at the enclosed field, no one would miss them for a few hours at least. Temeraire took a step forward, raising his head slightly so that Laurence could caress the tender flesh between the scales of his neck, a red tip showing from a slit between his legs in a way that made Laurence blush.

Laurence was strangely intrigued by the sight, he had seen his fair share of naked bodies during his stay at sea and was no strange to the secrets of the feminine, but he had never even thought about dragon in such a manner. Then again, Laurence had only known dragons during the combined fleet actions, and even then, the aviators were always kept to themselves in isolated camps so as to not scare away the rest of the soldiers. Of course, there always had been certain rumors and gossip about the intimate act of men and dragons alike, but he had never given much confidence to such tales, bored soldiers could spin tales better than any old widow.

Temeraire stalked toward him like a hungry predator. His normally ice-blue eyes seemed alive with depraved intent, and the red tip protruding from his slit was coming out, already dripping a translucent, stick fluid. Laurence took a few steps back, breathing deeply as Temeraire moved towards him.

Temeraire made an amused noise, somewhere between a laugh and a growl, before leaping the last few feet and pressing Laurence against the wall with a lovingly nudge of his muzzle. Laurence struggled to to reshape his perception of the beautiful black dragon, meshing together this predatory, lustful creature.

“Pray Laurence, did I hurt you?" Temeraire said in his sensual tenor. His hot breath rushed over Laurence's neck, making the skin prickle. “It's just that you were smelling so nice and I don't know what came over me."

Laurence took a shuddering breath and tried to regain his sense of self, but his body had turned itself up to a blistering heat. Laurence had never known this kind of thundering, sweaty sensation that seemed to infect every inch of his body with a desire that couldn't be denied.

Laurence's lips crashed down on Temeraire hard muzzle, and clumsily their tongues entwined and danced. Temeraire threaded his claws through Laurence's shirt, ripping it away and pulling him closer. Laurence felt the hot claws caressing his naked flesh, exposing his chest and pulling him into a warm embrace.

“What are you doing, Laurence?" Temeraire recoiled for a moment, surprised with the gesture.

“It's called kissing, dear, it's something people do to display affection," Laurence explained with slight blush coming into his cheeks, he had acted out of a desire he couldn't properly explain, he was ready to excuse himself when Temeraire pulled him into another kiss.

Laurence sank into the kiss, enticed by the nearly brutal force Temeraire applied. Laurence had never been kissed with so much restrained violence behind the act, their lust overwhelmed him.

It was lighting and fire. It was a kiss unlike anything Laurence had ever known. It was infused with passion, with hunger, with the spicy taste of dragon lust.

Laurence chest heaved, like he'd just fought a storm on sea, and his eyes betrayed a dark, desperate need. Tongues melded, stroked and sucked. Laurence's lips covered Temeraire's hard muzzle, his hands caressing the soft spots between his scales, making him purr.

“Laurence, I'm sorry if I don't know how to do that kissing properly. I shall ask Celeritas to teach me more about that, but it's amazing."

“Um, thanks," Laurence felt a little flattered at the praise.

“You just went a bit feverish," Temeraire noted. “Do you want me to call for a doctor?"

“I'm perfectly fine, it's just a momentary reaction, nothing that you need to be alarmed about."

Laurence swallowed hard and took off the shredded remains of his shirt. He was unsure whether his brain would be okay with this when they were done though. After having lost so much, it felt good to have gained something so passionately.

Temeraire wrapped a paw around Laurence and pulled him closer, rubbing affectionately his muzzle against Laurence's chest, his hot tongue caressing Laurence's body. With his tail swishing anxiously behind him. Temeraire pressed his nostrils against Laurence's pants, smelling in the lust and musk of his arousal.

Laurence undid his pants and could only watch as Temeraire's cock slid out the first few inches of his slit. Laurence shivered with at the sight. It was inhuman, but also wildly beautiful. It was entirely red and smooth looking, starting with a tip that looked like a dog cock and quickly enlarged. He also couldn't help but notice the size, and it was not even completely hard yet.

Temeraire groaned helped Laurence off his underwear, as the human closed his eyes, his skin flushed with desire. Laurence's cock was considerable for a human, already completely hard and dripping with his own precum. Laurence gave him the most innocent look he could.

“You're not going to—"

Temeraire gave the plump head a long, sweeping stroke with the tip of his tongue. Laurence bit his lips to contain a moan as he felt the slick, warm tongue touching his cock. Temeraire tasted the salty flavor, with an undercurrent of lust.

“I'm doing it right? I heard Fluitare talking about doing that for his captain, but I don't know if I'm doing it right…"

“You are doing great," Laurence replied despite himself.

Temeraire took Laurence's cock in small licks, working his long tongue on the shaft and sucked eagerly. Temeraire got into a rhythm, licking and squeezing and nibbling enough to draw Laurence higher and higher in passion, extracting laborious moans out of him. Laurence was with his eyes closed, hands grabbing at Temeraire as he felt the strange pleasure overcoming any sense.

Laurence hand slid into Temeraire's ruff, his fingertips luxuriating in the cool black silk tendrils as the dragon kept licking at his groin. Temeraire moaned a deep growl that came from the depths of his chest and vibrated against Laurence's groin.

Sweet heaven that was divine.

Laurence's head fell back, the feel of Temeraire's tongue against his cock was driving him into mind-numbing ecstasy. It was edged with a sharp, forbidden pleasure that raked across nerve endings too sensitive to endure.

Temeraire licked his lips and Laurence moaned against the lust that assaulted his body. Then Temeraire's tongue distended and Laurence whimpered, it stroked against his overly sensitized cock, making Laurence arch violently towards him, a cry of pleasure erupting from his throat.

When the heat of his mouth covered the hard tip, pleasure whipped through Laurence's body with such force that he jerked with it, an almost orgasmic sensation ripping through him.

“Temeraire, please," Laurence pressed against the dragon, gasping for breath as the beast sucked his cock, the dragon's tongue stroking his cock with diabolical intent as Laurence was held against the wall, his hands caressing the dragon's ruff, making Temeraire purr and whimper at the tip of his fingers, the great beast so easily pleasured.

“Temeraire, this will… Me…" Laurence broke up, a strangled scream erupting from his throat as there was heat and fire cursing through his body, and then there was mindless ecstasy. The overwhelming pleasure of the orgasm that rippled through his body as rope after rope of cum flooded into the dragon's mouth.

Laurence took a long breath, Temeraire was licking his lips, apparently proud of himself for what he had just done.

“You want me to… Return the favor?" Laurence asked awkwardly, looking into the beloved blue eyes of Temeraire.

“If it don't bothers you too much," Temeraire said.

“You like this?" Laurence touched Temeraire's pelvis, feeling his aching cock grow hard at his touch, it was like a bar of hot steel branding his lower belly.

“It's very pleasurable indeed," Temeraire hummed.

Laurence took the dragon's cock with both hands, caressing it, giving it a long and lovingly kiss to the wet tip, savoring the sweet-sour taste of his precum, forcing a hiss from between Temeraire's teeth.

Laurence felt Temeraire surrendering himself to the pleasure of his touch, easing into his grip and passionate licks. With a sudden move, Temeraire was on top, straddling Laurence's thighs and staring down at him with something like hunger. Temeraire rubbed himself roughly along the length of Laurence's body, like a dog in heat. Leaning down, he tongued and nipped Laurence's face, sharing quick kisses, rubbing until Laurence gasped and arched up to get more of the agonizing pleasure.

“No, I ... oh, God, Laurence ..." Temeraire groaned as Laurence kissed and licked his cock, holding it with both hands as he took the tip in his mouth, struggling to receive as much of it as he could.

Laurence's cock was harder than it ever had been in his life. How could he want to do this to his dragon, the beast he loved most in the world? How could he long for this loss of innocence? And yet he did. God help him, he did.

Temeraire whimpered when Laurence lips touched his cock, opening to him, his claws digging at the ground as Laurence's tongue continued to stroke the dragon's aroused cock. Clenching his teeth, Temeraire forced back a loud roar. So much pleasure flooded his body. It washed through him like a tidal wave, tearing past his consciousness, sinking into the primal mind that lurked inside.

Temeraire was as intoxicating, as Laurence knew he would be. Laurence allowed his tongue to stroke over his throbbing shaft, feeling the big dragon moving against him slowly, his long tail lashing against the ground. A hungry moan breaking from the dragon's throat as Laurence's tongue reached out with teasing, licking strokes.

As Laurence stroked the dragon's cock, a growl, deep and rough, sounded in Temeraire's chest a second before it plunged hard and hot inside the depths of his mouth. His claws raked the soil around Laurence as he used both hands to stroke the hard cock, jerking him closer, tighter to his chest as he tasted the wildness of his flavor.

Spicy and addicting, the wet stroke of Temeraire's cock inflamed his lust even further. The taste that filled Laurence's mouth sent his senses spinning. He drunk the dragon's cum eagerly, it flooded his mouth, spilled over his body. The strong smell of dragon arousal clouded his mind.

Roughly, Laurence grabbed Temeraire's hind paws and raised himself.

“Wha--?" Temeraire began, but Laurence didn't give him time to finish the thought.

Laurence easily found Temeraire's ass, caressing it with one hand, using the dragon's own cum as lubricant. Without hesitation, Laurence pressed the thick head of his cock to the tight entrance Temeraire presented.

“God," Laurence whispered, pressing inward and feeling the muscles under his hands tensing as Temeraire learned to accept Laurence's thickness into his body.

Laurence grunted as he slid into Temeraire, filling him with a heavy heat and hard strength that made the big dragon shudder. He began slowly, stretching him, Temeraire's muscles protesting in the wake of each hard surge of precum that filled him. Tingling, curling lashes of sensation assaulted Laurence's body as his cock moved slow and deeper inside Temeraire.

“Ahhh ... That's feel good," Temeraire gasped, trying to hold still as Laurence sank his cock deeper and deeper. The dragon raised his head with a broken roar as pleasure rushed his body, a searing ecstasy that overwhelmed his rational mind.

Temeraire couldn't hold back the needy pleasure that seared his body. He couldn't hold back the victorious snarl, or the ecstatic groan as Laurence plowed deeper inside of him.

Laurence felt hot grind of their bodies together, his erection sating the wicked hunger in Temeraire's body. There was no hiding the pleasure lashing at them. Temereaire's expression was feral in its intensity. Each stroke stretched Temeraire, filled him, and had his whimpers and moans resonating with the pleasure building within him.

Temeraire moaned, Laurence began to thrust in earnest, pounding into Temeraire's body, going as hard as he had never dared to go with any woman he had ever been with.

“Ah, Laurence ... Laurence! Don't stop ... harder!" Temeraire roared.

Laurence thrusted harder, deeper, clutching Temeraire's hips fiercely. Temeraire panted in an ardent bliss that he had never experienced before. Temeraire's body gripped Laurence's cock in a spasm of pure debauched pleasure. Laurence rammed himself hilt-deep in the dragon, as he cried out his wordless pleasure.

Licking his lips, Temeraire moved with swift grace, pressing Laurence to the ground with care not to hurt him, giving him heated licks.

“I want you now," the dragon roared with barely contained lust, his cock was throbbing with pleasure.

The hot shaft of engorged flesh dragged past the gripping muscles of Laurence's ass, only to return in a swift stroke of fierce pleasure. Pain bit at the outer edges of sensation, but even that only drove Laurence higher into bliss. A hard, heated growl met Laurence's moans. Temeraire was entering him, pushing inside. Laurence watched, sobs of need leaving his throat as his flesh parted for Temeraire, burned around him.

“So good," Temeraire growled. “Oh, Laurence, this is too good!"

His cock thrusted into Laurence's greedy, clenching ass with almost mindless fervor. The smooth hard strokes kept his body clamoring for more as the sensations intensified; growing into such a conflagration Laurence could only gasp at the power. And with each stroke, felt the hard, tortured knot of need tightening inside of him.

“More," Temeraire roared, his claws toiling the ground, his tail swishing frenetically, gripping Laurence in place and forcing him to raise his legs to receive everything. Laurence could feel the dragon's cock deep inside of him, stretching him open, stroking him into higher bliss, filling him, driving him farther into a merciless maelstrom of desire.

When his orgasm came, Laurence felt his cock sputtering cum, dazzling his mind. His breath gurgled in his throat, his vision darkened as his ass tightened further, then further. He tried to scream with the pleasure, but there was no breath for sound.

Pleasure had never been raw like this. Lust had never been as fulfilling as this. Laurence had never known anything as deep and filled with pure ecstatic sensation as the feel of Temeraire taking him.

“Temeraire…" Laurence gasped, his dazzled mind struggling to make sense of everything that was happening as Temeraire's cock began to grow.

The agonizing growth of pleasure, the feeling of a knot growing at the base of the shaft was too much. His body pulsed in frenzied orgasm as he tightened further, trying to feel every inch of his cock inside of his body. Laurence couldn't move. Temeraire's animalistic growls sounding in Laurence's ear as his cock swelled. Another smaller ejaculation came to Laurence and then as he felt the first splash of the dragon's hot seed inside his trembling ass. His cock was pulsing hard, vibrating through his over-stretched muscles as his cock jerked inside, spilling the thick, rich semen that seemed to soak into every cell it touched.

His hips jerked, his cock straining to thrust inside Laurence farther as they both howled out at the pleasure of it.

“God, yes," Laurence groaned.

The knot pulsed, engorged, as more of the dragon's seed surged inside of him. The head of his cock was buried deep inside of him, each time his own hips moved, he could feel the bulging head moving against him. Each eruption from the sharp head shot deep inside of him, filled his stomach with dragon cum.

Minutes, hours later, the painful sensitivity through the rest of his body eased, though Temeraire stood locked tight inside him. Temeraire had laid down on his side, his head curled next to Laurence in a protective stance. Together, they closed their eyes, eased into a glowing, well deserved sleep.