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B3atfr3ak Commission 2: In A Rut

“Ahhh...y-yeah...just like that…”

“Rrrr, Killian...you make me...want so much more…”

“Yeah, but...isn’t this nice?”

Khrion’s jaw was clenched, his body tight and restrained as he slowly thrust in and out of Killian. The human was on his back on his bedding, while he was looming over, back arched a bit uncomfortably to look down at Killian as he thrust in, an unorthodox position for the dragon but one Killian had wanted to try. It was a test of his self-control as much as his flexibility...he was much more a fan of the fast-paced, hard screwing that they did, rather than this slower, more sensual style. He wasn’t about to deny how good it felt, but his instincts were rather pushy. Still, the way they were oriented made a wild romp more difficult, and the peaceful pace better. “Yessss...you’re so tight, Killian...I love how you feel around me…”

“Hah, just as...much as I love feeling you in me…” Killian could feel how tense the dragon was, could see it in his face above him, the effort of holding himself back like that...it was a bit rough on him, for sure, but Khrion had agreed to it and he was doing his best. The advantage for him was that he didn’t need the dragon’s magic to hold him still, although the dragon was still strong and threatened to push him around, the bedding was keeping him more or less in place and he could brace himself against Khrion’s forelegs to help hold him where he wanted to be. It was nice to have that freedom, the magic felt kind of restrictive. “Keep going...I’m...almost there…”

“Grrr, I am too…” Slow as it was, all Khrion really needed was to get his knot nice and stuck inside and he knew he’d be over the edge. An advantage of having such a sensitive part of him...the pace made getting in a bit harder, but he’d gotten pretty good at dealing with that. A forepaw gripped Killian tightly on the shoulder, helping to hold him in place as he pushed his knot against the tight hole, loosening him up just slightly before pulling back and repeating. Working Killian open would do it for both of them.

Were it up to him, he’d take the human all out, all the time, showing him the thrill of a wild, violent rut at every opportunity. There was an advantage in the steady pace, though, in that it wasn’t as dangerous. That was the thing that always got to Khrion: as much as he loved to go all out on Killian, smash his knot in and then rip it out over and over until he filled the human up to the brim, he always felt that fear that he would injure his lover, harm him in a way he never wanted to. He always used the magic to keep that from happening, Killian needed that even for the easier stuff given their size difference, but deep down he never felt assured that that would be enough.

If he was a dragon...I wouldn’t need to worry. We wouldn’t need magic, he would be able to take me just fine.

This wasn’t the first time he’d thought about that. He loved Killian the way he was, but there were certain advantages, in his mind, to his lover transforming into a more resilient, size-matching shape. And he could think of other ways it would be nice, especially the thought of the two sleeping as dragons side-by-side in a shared cave...that was something he dreamed about every now and then, and found himself waking up pining for.

A deep growl rumbled through him, shaking the human below as he thrust in a bit harder, pounding his knot again against Killian and this time not letting up, forcing him to take the whole thing inside him with a loud pop. “Rrrreah!” he burst out in holy relief as he started pumping his draconic cum deep into the human, giving him yet another nice filling that would almost pack him full up. Killian, too, went over a moment later as the powerful sensations beat through him, making him squirt a nice fresh sticky load all over himself, some of it dripping off of him onto the bedding. The strain on him was much less severe than their more energetic episodes, and he felt a bit better at the end as a result...very satisfying, and gratifying that Khrion would indulge him.

The dragon still outlasted him at the top, as usual, sending gushes of semen deep into him until he felt like he might pop. But at last it ended, and the dragon pulled him close and rolled onto his side, purring as they waited for him to deflate. One advantage of the position for sure: the chance to feel Killian’s arms trying to wrap around his body and hold him at the same time. “Mmm, yes...that’s what I’ve been needing…”

“I’m glad you were good with it. I know it’s not your usual…”

“It’s fine...what I like most isn’t always what we need to do, and it’s good for me to learn something different. And you like it that way, too, so I should do that for you.”

“Thanks. But I want to accommodate you, too...next time we’ll do it your way again.”

Khrion let out a quiet, pleased laugh. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Killian snickered a bit himself. The dragon was a bigger softie than he liked to let on; he sure put up a tough front, but Killian had seen him at his most emotional moments and he knew that Khrion had plenty of them in him. Perhaps it had been a while since he’d really been so expressive, being all alone for centuries would make it hard for someone not to bottle it all up. It made Killian feel especially warm inside that he could give the dragon new life again, even if for a comparatively brief period.

He always found himself a little bit worried about that, though. What would Khrion do without him? The dragon was immortal, and he was far from that...love or not, there would come a time when he couldn’t be with Khrion anymore, and the dragon would be alone again. Sure, Khrion had managed for a long time before him, but he wasn’t sure that it would be as easy to get used to loneliness again after getting another taste of being with someone else. If he went into a depression or a rage or some sort of insanity...well, Killian really didn’t want to think about that. But he had thought about something else.

If he knows how to make someone immortal, maybe we don’t have to worry about that happening.

It probably wouldn’t be an easy sell - Khrion had spoken at length about how much immortality sucked, and Killion didn’t doubt that it would be painful watching lots of people he knew pass on. But, there would always be at least one person around...maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as long as there was someone there for him to come back to, someone he would never have to worry about losing. And there was so much that they could do...the world was constantly changing, there was so much to look forward to, if he didn’t have to worry about time ever again, how much could he experience?

He still wasn’t sure about it, but maybe it was worth bringing up to Khrion. If nothing else, it might give him some hope.

---

A full day passed before Killian had the chance to return to Khrion’s den. During the time, both of them were thinking about their respective wants, formulating ways to approach the other with the idea. Khrion wasn’t sure he was ready to broach the subject with Killian, so he’d intended to leave it until he could think about it more. Other topics of discussion seemed potentially informative, though.

“Seriously? You kept yourself sane by inventing magic?”

“Inventing new varieties. Basically new runes, different combinations, anything I could think of. I’ve written a lot of them down, but hell if I can remember what all of them were for...And a lot of the ones I wrote are gone now. I don’t really have good places to preserve most of them, the hollow room in my den only has so much space.”

“You need something to write them down on. Maybe I should be getting you some notebooks and writing utensils...though, they might be a tough fit in your hands.”

“Heh, I can just see Dragon Spellbooks becoming popular again. Maybe I’ll put your name on them, and you can go scatter them around, make the humans go nuts.”

Killian snickered. “Magic can do all sorts of things, huh? Didn’t you tell me once that you could weave a spell to put an egg in me?”

Khrion blushed a bit - that had come up spur-of-the-moment during one of their romps, a nice arousing thought that his seed could have some actual potency risk. “Yes...that could indeed be done. Though, I wouldn’t do it.”

“You wouldn’t be tempted?”

“Tempted is one thing, but I have no desire to bring another dragon into this world. Not much future for them here...the magic just isn’t there to give them the kind of life they should have. Better to be the last one than saddle one of them with that…or outlive them, for that matter.”

“Yeah. Hey...Khrion, I’ve got a question for you. Do you...ever think about what might happen in the future?”

Khrion’s gaze turned in confusion to the human. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean...do you worry about what you might do after...well, after I’m out of the picture, you know?”

“...It’s far too soon for me to think about that. I don’t even WANT to think about that loneliness again for a good long while...it’ll suck the enjoyment out of the time we have now.”

Killian nodded a bit. “I guess I get that...but it’s something I can’t help but think about. I have to think more forward, because I don’t have as much time...it’s not nice, but it’s necessary. And it leaves me wondering about you...how you’re going to hold up.”

The dragon let out a bit of a growl. “Do we have to talk about this now?”

“Well, hang on, just listen to me. I was...thinking about it, and...well...I was just curious about whether you might consider it a good idea to...extend the time a bit.”

“Extend the...time? Wait...you’re not suggesting immortality yourself? Certainly not, it’s a curse and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. You don’t want to end up like me, Killian, you know that.”

“Well, would I? Maybe there’s other things to it...I mean, I’m not saying let’s do it today, but...I’m just thinking about it, wondering if it’s something that could happen. It’s just a conversation I’d like to have, if you’re okay with that.”

Khrion shook his head. “It’s a bad idea. It’s not just...well, hrm, let’s start with, I don’t know if it’s even possible now. Remember, I had to convert some of my own size into energy to fuel the spell that made me immortal, I don’t think I’d be able to pull that off now. Maybe if I had a conduit, but nothing’s around that stores that much energy. It’d take a long time. At most, I could potentially extend your lifespan to a degree...not sure how long, it’s a spell that doesn’t work on exactness.”

“Oh…” It was something that Killian realized should have occurred to him. “Well...erm, we can discuss that at another time, perhaps. Let’s...well, say there was a way to make it possible, just for the sake of argument. If that was the case, would you?”

“It’s not just that...look, you know I can’t remember much from the centuries, right? Mortal minds were never meant to last forever...they go too long and they break down from everything that gets in them. I have to wipe my memories every century or so just to keep from going insane...I only keep what’s necessary and important, and lose a lot of the things that I had before. It’s not fun, but at least I’m a magical creature...I don’t know that I’d want to risk that with you.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“Magic on non-magical creatures can behave in funny ways. Magic used too often leaves traces of itself...if a creature is non-magical in the first place, those traces are stickier, and you need a lot more time between them to keep them from building up and leaving permanent effects. Especially stuff that affects the body and mind...I don’t know that even a century would be enough time between mind wipes to not cause some kind of breakdown. If I damaged you in that way, immortality would be even worse.”

“Hm. I’d think a century would be okay...maybe we could see if I could go for longer, if you’re worried. I guess these are good practical concerns to think about...would be easier if I was a magical creature, wouldn’t it?”

Khrion nodded. “Yes, it wouldn’t be as worrisome...you know...maybe you should consider that.”

“Becoming a magical creature?”

“Yeah, a dragon. I think you’d take well to it, you’d be able to do a lot of things you can’t do as a human. And it’d be safer for us to do just about anything, especially...well, you know.”

“Ah...I guess, it’s occurred to me before.” Killian sounded less than certain. “You really think you could do that? I mean, if there’s not enough magic for immortality…”

“Oh, that’s far harder. Transformation...I’d need to store up a bit, but I think I could pull it off. And you’d be around for significantly longer...it’s no immortality but dragons are fairly long-lived. And we could definitely find a place to accommodate both of us, without any trouble...perhaps a more secluded area in the mountains, humans rarely go around some of those. Though we’d probably want a place with more large game, hm…”

“Whoa, slow down there. That’s getting way ahead of ourselves. We still have to talk transformation. I mean, I like the idea well enough, but I’d need to know about the risks and all that. And probably try it out before I committed to it. You’d have to teach me how to go back and forth, too, that would probably be quite an endeavor.”

“Oh, you won’t be able to do that.”

Killian did a double-take. “What?”

“Go back and forth. Free transformation would require too much magic energy, and to change to a non-magical being would be exceptionally difficult in that case. You’d just stay a dragon, it wouldn’t be switching.”

“What? No way. I’m not okay with that. I can’t go out as a dragon like that! You know that! I’d be hunted down!”

“You wouldn’t have to go out! You could just stay with me...we’d have a good life together, we’d be able to enjoy each other and live in peace! Wouldn’t that be fantastic?”

“No! I have a life out there, Khrion! I have family and friends, a job, school, I can’t just give that all up on a whim!”

“Why not?” Suddenly Khrion’s voice took on a harsher, more accusatory tone. “I thought you didn’t like humanity that much, suddenly you’d rather be part of them than with me?”

“I don’t, but I still have a life with them! There are still people I like and care about, and I don’t just want to abandon them! And there’s so much in the world that I don’t want to miss out on! I mean, lord, Khrion, I love you, but there’s more to my life than just you!”

“They’re not that great! You wouldn’t have to worry about any of that stuff if you were a dragon, we don’t need shit like money or jobs or anything! We can hunt, we can fight, we can live all on our own!”

“I don’t just want to be all on my own!”

“Oh, right, you’re too attached to your precious humans! Maybe you’re just planning on going back and spending all your time with them!”

“Well, I sure as hell don’t want to be a grouchy old hermit with no ties to anyone or anything! I’d like to actually have a life and keep the people who care about me!”

That struck a nerve on the dragon, who let out a vicious roar. “Fine! Get out! Leave me alone, go back to your precious humans! GO!”

The sound of it struck Killian, and he knew this wasn’t the time to argue. Quick as a flash, he leapt to his feet, pulse pounding as he stormed out of the dragon’s den. As he retreated, he could still hear angry roars and rumbles from behind him...but for the moment, he was too incensed to care.

---

A foul mood was all Khrion knew for days after the argument. Nothing but anger seethed through him endlessly, allowing little chance for reflection or condolence. Nothing seemed to calm him down, the things he tried to do to pass the time just reminded him of loneliness, and frequently the only salve to his rage was lashing out. His walls gained several new gouges in them by the time he finally had had enough of fury.

But it couldn’t last. Time crept on, and eventually the flames of anger burned themselves out, leaving only the empty loneliness. And then, and only then, did he start to think.

Why did I ask him like that?

Having another dragon beside him was something he’d wanted...or, thought he wanted, anyway. But he hadn’t really been ready to bring it up...he had only had thoughts about it, he didn’t have ready arguments for objections that Killian might have had...and surely, he should have expected some objection? Transformation wasn’t something they had taken lightly even in the magical past...especially if it was expected to be one-way.

And the more he thought about it, the dumber it seemed.

The way I said that...must’ve made him think I didn’t like him the way he was. I do, don’t I? I’m perfectly happy with Killian as a human...maybe I worry about hurting him, but if he wanted to stay that way, I never would’ve had a problem before. I just got...way too eager...to talk about changing him in a way that he could never undo. What was I thinking? I never hinted to him before that I had any problem...because I didn’t. And all of a sudden now I do and I get pissed because he doesn’t see things my way right away?

The thoughts were definitely dampening his spirits more and more. He’d roared at Killian for something that was completely unfair of him, he had no idea if the human would ever return...and he might have no one once again, for who knew how long. The thought of that ate at him, made him more and more dismal.

Why the fuck would I even think he’d want to be a dragon? I...just told him, moments before, that I didn’t think dragons had a future in this world, that I wouldn’t ever bring another dragon into it. And then I go and try to push him into being a creature with no future? I can’t believe how stupid that sounds, how the hell did I let that come out of my mouth? Of course he wouldn’t want to leave behind everything he has for a worthless future…

And the worst part was, there was nothing he could do now. He had to only pray that Killian would return, and he could properly apologize...but despair clung to him with the continuing silence, every hour without knowing what was going to happen making him feel worse and worse. How he wished he had someone to talk to...someone to connect with, who could tell Killian how he felt and bring him back...

---

For Killian, the anger passed pretty quickly, leading pretty quickly to general frustration. He had the feeling that he wasn’t being totally fair to Khrion...but then again, he was also certain that the dragon wasn’t being fair to him, either. And that just wouldn’t do.

Doesn’t he realize what forcing me into a transformation like that would do to me? You’d think he’d consider what it would be like to lose contact with everyone I know except for him. For someone who’s lost everyone he ever knew, he’s incredibly insensitive about it…

That was part of what was unfair to the dragon - he was clearly desperate for companionship, and Killian was sure that was clouding his judgment. But that didn’t make it any easier to swallow...he felt like he was being pushed into something he didn’t want, being made to feel guilty for not giving up everything else just for him. He’d made some pretty considerable changes for the dragon already...true, they were changes he’d wanted to make, but still, Khrion seemed intent on asking for more.

And that presented a problem for him. He wanted Khrion to be happy; it was painful to see the dragon get gloomy about his situation, to see him lonely and pining, that crestfallen look when he had to leave for more than a day or two. It left him feeling guilty - Khrion had no one else, it must’ve hurt him to only be with his own thoughts, wondering if Killian would ever come back. He still was sure he loved Khrion, but there was an emotional exhaustion to it as well.

And yet, he doesn’t want me to be immortal like him...I know he doesn’t like immortality that much, but you’d think he’d be more keen on having someone around for him for so much more time. And honestly, it doesn’t sound that bad to me...as long as you’ve got someone else, there’s at least one emotional connection you won’t ever lose. And there’s so much in the world that I could still see...and it’s changing all the time, in 30 years there’ll be so much that wasn’t there before. I think it’d be pretty cool, and I’d always be able to go back to Khrion…

It took him a while for the issues he hadn’t considered to come to mind, and when they did he rather smacked himself. Finally, he thought he understood the dragon’s objections and misgivings pretty fully...the question was more what to do about it. And even there, he thought he had some ideas...radical ideas, ideas he hadn’t really thought about seriously until then, but which he knew he couldn’t just abandon. He couldn’t wait to share them with Khrion, he was sure the dragon would be enthusiastic about them, too…

But, would he even get the chance? Was Khrion going to remain angry with him? Would he be able to talk with the dragon again without a tension so thick it would suffocate him?

I sure hope so...because I still love him.

---

After four days of separation, on a clear Friday afternoon, Killian bit the bullet and returned to Khrion’s den. He still wasn’t sure whether the dragon had cooled off or not, but there was no way to find out other than actually going there. Caution was his watchword, he very much didn’t want to piss Khrion off enough where the dragon might do something dangerous...but as long as he stayed away and called out, maybe he could get a sense of Khrion’s mood.

There was a serious sense of trepidation as he stepped into the entryway, getting just a couple paces within before stopping, hugging the walls just in case. “Khrion?”

There was a brief silence before he heard the deep voice replied. “Killian? Is that...is that you?”

Killian’s spirits lifted almost instantly; the tone of the dragon’s voice was wanting, hopeful, not angry or hostile. If that was the case, then surely he could safely go in and talk to him. “Yeah, it’s me...is it all right if I come on in?”

“Yes...please do, Killian, I’ve...I’ve missed you.”

“Me too.” Killian descended in, entering the dragon’s domain and almost immediately getting nuzzled by Khrion. “Whoof! Easy there...heh, I’m glad to see you too.”

“Rrr, Killian, I’m so glad you’re here.” Finally Khrion backed away, looking somewhat sorrowful. “I’m...sorry about what I said before...I didn’t want to fight with you, I just...I don’t know, I couldn’t get a hold of myself.”

“It’s okay...I didn’t make things any easier. I guess I should’ve tried calming things down rather than just yelling at you. I know better than that, getting angry never helps, it just makes things worse...I guess neither of us were at our best.”

“You’re right...still, I’m big enough that I could seriously hurt you if I lost my temper...I can’t let that happen again. Rgh, I feel so stupid...I don’t even really know why I got so angry about things.”

“You don’t? Hm...I think I do.”

Khrion looked up at Killian quizzically. “Wha? You do?”

“Well, I guess I have a good idea about it, anyway. It’s...well, you’re lonely. You’ve been lonely for a long time. I’m the first person you’ve really shared anything with for a long time, and you’ve needed it so much that it’s hard to imagine going without again. But I think you’re scared that I’m going to leave again, because...well, I’m a human, and I’ve got a whole world out there where I could potentially go, while you’re feeling like you’re stuck here. You wanted me to be a dragon so I wouldn’t have that danger of leaving, I’d always have to stick around and always be there.”

Khrion bowed his head sadly. “I’m sorry...that...that’s probably true...and really selfish of me…”

Killion nodded. “I guess I don’t really blame you...I can’t imagine going so long without some kind of company. But it...well, it told me something kind of important, that you need more than just me. I mean, I love you, and I want to be with you for a good long time, as long as I can be...but I do have other things in my life as well, and sometimes those are going to take me away for a while. Days, maybe weeks on occasion. You need others you can interact with so you don’t get quite so lonely, ways to fill that time when I’m not around…”

“I guess I wouldn’t mind that, except that there aren’t any other dragons around anymore, and...well, I can’t talk with humans at all. I don’t even like them, and I’m sure they wouldn’t like me.”

“There are ways in this world to talk with people without them knowing who you are. And I think the more you go around and talk to them, the more you’ll find individuals who you can get along with, even if you never like humanity as a whole. I think we should get you set up with something to chat with people and get to know them from a safe distance...it might not be face-to-face but it’s a lot better than nothing.”

Khrion made a bit of a face. “You mean technology stuff? All the way out here? I don’t think that’s going to work…”

“You’d be surprised what we could do. I’ve got some ideas that I’m looking into for getting you hooked up out here...heh, I think even a cranky old guy like you could find ways to occupy his time on the Internet.”

“Cranky old guy? Now that’s just mean.” Still, the dragon couldn’t help but smirk just a little bit.

“The truth hurts, right?”

“I can think of other things that can hurt.”

“Point noted. But...that’s just kind of a step.” Killian’s expression turned serious again. “I know you don’t want me to be immortal...but I don’t think it’s as much of a curse as you think it is. I think the real reason it’s been such a curse for you is because you’ve spent all that time alone, holed up in a cave hiding from everything. There’s a whole big world out there, if I had no worry about the years...especially if I could leave behind what I didn’t need after a while...I think I’d never run out of things to experience. Even if it wasn’t full immortality, just extra time, I think I could be used to it.”

“Maybe…” Khrion still looked doubtful.

“But you’re scared. Which I understand...I know why you are, I know it must be hard. Would you be so scared if you had the magic you used to wield? Would you have been a powerful dragon?”

A faint smile of pride appeared on the dragon’s muzzle. “Well...I don’t know if I was the most powerful dragon, but even an average dragon would far outclass most creatures on this planet, magic or not. If I had that, I doubt anyone could scare me into hiding...”

Killian nodded. “That’s kind of what I expected. I think...if you had the chance to experience the world again, you’d be a lot less dismal about the prospect of living forever. And I want you to have that opportunity.”

“I’d love to...but there’s not nearly enough magic to do so anymore…”

“Not yet, anyway.”

“Not yet?”

Killian smiled a bit uncertainly. “I don’t think it has to be that way. I think...I think we can bring it back.”

“Bring it back?” It sounded like an absurd idea to Khrion...and he didn’t exactly know why that was. “How? Do you...do you know anything?”

“I don’t know anything, not yet, but it had to go somewhere. If it was really a part of this world for so long, that sort of thing doesn’t just disappear for no reason. There must be some way to return it at full force, and I want to find out. I’m going to be looking into it as much as I can, and after I get my degree I’m gonna work full-time on finding the truth and bringing magic back. That’s another reason I want to make sure you have the Internet...you can help me do research, there’s a lot you could know that I wouldn’t understand at all.”

“That’s...that’s...I don’t even know what to say! It sounds crazy, almost impossible, but...but I want to believe it could happen! My life...my kind...we could become something again, we could have a future!”

Killian nodded. “And I could learn to be a dragon and change whenever I want, and live by you indefinitely. It would be the best way for things to happen.”

“Oh...Killian…” The human was suddenly shocked to see a few tears running down the dragon’s face. “I...I can’t believe you’d go to that length...but I’m so glad you would. I...I should’ve thought of that a long time ago...but even if I did, I’d still have been stuck in hiding for so long...I want to see the world again...do you really think we can make it happen?”

“Yeah, I do. The only reason it hasn’t, I’m convinced, is because no one knows it was ever there in the first place. And there have to be others who would be interested in helping...we’re going to make this world one for all of us, not just humans.”

“That would be wonderful. To see magic return like it was...to bring back the wonders of that world, put centuries of innovation to use...to make it all come true for us again...I’ll do everything I can to help, Killian!”

“I know you will. And when it finally pays off, maybe you’ll get to see the wonders of our modern world as well. I think it has a lot to offer, maybe a lot of things that you never would have thought of with magic.”

“I can’t even imagine...but maybe I’ll be able to learn things that will whet my appetite.” Khrion stepped over to the human and began nuzzling him. “You’ve been so good to an old cranky guy like me...I’m sorry I yelled at you and got angry about something so stupid. Can you forgive me?”

“Heh, of course I can,” Killian said softly, stroking the dragon’s face with a gentle touch. “You’re my cranky old guy, after all...it wasn’t pleasant, but I think it’ll be good for us. Now that we know each other’s feelings better, we’re closer than ever and we can help each other out even more.”

“Even so, I want to make it up to you. I want to make you feel good again, to take away anything that might still make you feel uncomfortable with me.”

“Heh, you’re angling for something, aren’t you?” Khrion averted his gaze slightly, flushed a bit in his face, but Killian only laughed. “It’s fine, I’ve been wanting to share myself with you again, too. It’s a good way to get back on good terms again, don’t you think?”

“Yes, definitely! Ah, let me get you all prepared, I don’t want to keep you waiting-”

“Ah, uh, Khrion?” Killian already had his shirt off, leaving the dragon wondering what the hold-up was about. “I was thinking...maybe we should try giving it a shot without magic this time.”

“What? No, Killian, that...it’s too dangerous, there’s no way you’ll be able to handle me. I know I said...but you don’t have to push yourself to something so dangerous for my sake.”

“I know, but maybe it won’t be. Listen, Khrion, how many times have you used that spell on me?”

The dragon cocked his head. “Huh? I don’t recall...a couple hundred times or more, maybe?”

Killian raised an eyebrow at that. “That many? I know we’ve had plenty of fun over the last year or so, but I didn’t think it was THAT often…”

“Er, well...I’d sometimes use it two or three times, just to make sure I didn’t forget, or refresh the spell during our, uh, longer romps...just in case. I just...really didn’t want to put you in danger.”

“Ah, that explains it…” Killian dropped his shorts and boxers finally, stepping out of them and leaving himself naked before the dragon, his member already showing how much he wanted his fun time with Khrion. “Well, remember what you said before? Magic used on the non-magical leaves a trace, especially body-shaping magic, and especially when used frequently...and if you’ve been casting that on me over and over in bursts, I’d say that qualifies, wouldn’t you?”

“That’s...wait, you think...you think that…” The dragon was at a loss for words; how had that thought not occurred to him? He’d even introduced the human to that principle, yet it hadn’t crossed his mind that he might be overusing the magic during their playtimes. Sure, it was hardly going to be noticeable or detrimental, but still, that was a bit of incaution that he should have been aware of. “I...I’m sorry, Killian, I...it never occurred to me…”

“I know, and you don’t have to worry, I’m not angry. It’s a bit hard to think about those things when you’re in the mood. But if it’s true, then we don’t need to use magic...maybe I can handle it just fine without at this point.”

“I...guess it’s possible, but...it would be a really risky thing to test…” There was no question Khrion would have wanted it to be possible, but he didn’t want to put Killian at risk to try it out. If they were wrong, after all, it would be a really bad outcome, even if he did catch it in time to heal the human’s wounds he wasn’t sure if he’d ever feel comfortable taking him again.

“Well, I think there’s a way for us to test it…” Killian dropped to his hands and knees and crawled under the uncertain dragon, eying the long, thick spire that he so desired. This was dicey, but it was also something he’d been wanting to try for a long, long time. If he couldn’t do it, it would be pretty clear pretty quickly...but if he could, then there was nothing stopping them from anything they wanted to do, he was pretty sure.

“What are you doing down there?” Khrion’s voice was curious and nervous as he leaned his neck down to try to see what the human was planning. Before he could get there, though, he froze and moaned as he felt Killian’s tongue lapping at the tip of his cock, and his hands rubbing over the flesh. It felt good, maybe better than ever...well, maybe that was just because it had been a while. If this was all he was planning, then surely he was okay with letting Killian do what he wanted for a bit…

But Killian had much more in mind. With his mouth around the tip, he took a deep breath in, getting a nice noseful of the musky dragon scent that emboldened him. Then, he opened as wide as he could, and pushed himself down on the thick spire, trying to engulf the tip and beyond. Khrion stiffened, claws curling and scoring the ground as he felt more of his cock get pushed into Killian’s mouth than ever had been before. “K-Killian! What...what are you-”

No response could really be made, not the way Killian was positioned. It was a stretch, a strain that he wasn’t familiar with...but though it felt like he should’ve been outside his body’s limits, it seemed to be working, he was getting that thick cock into him, stretching around it where he needed to. He knew the magic wasn’t there, he’d learned to tell when the spell was active on him, but he still felt rather somewhat like he did when it was there, the odd movements around him and within him that were characteristic of it...except, the intrusions seemed to be a bit more obvious, he could feel the bulge in his throat with a hand as he worked Khrion’s cock further in. Weirdly, it seemed like the more he pushed it, the less uncomfortable it felt, like the compensation was stronger.

Further and further down he went, working inch after inch of dragon cock into his jaw. Khrion finally managed to get a look down, shocked at what was happening; Killian looked absurd trying to take it in, it seemed far too improbable. He’d never even tried to let this happen with magic active, it just seemed like too much...he would have tried to stop it, but it felt too incredible for him to get the words out. Every bit of effort he had was going towards trying not to buck in and overdo it.

And Killian was very glad for that. The deep-throating was getting very tricky now, he couldn’t breath more than the barest bit and then only when he angled himself just right. But he wasn’t stopping...he pushed on, shoving up and in until he finally was able to press up against the dragon’s knot. That wasn’t going in, he knew he wasn’t ready for that and didn’t know if he ever could be...but this was good enough, he had taken Khrion all the way just as he’d wanted. He couldn’t do a whole lot more, but just his small movements, his warmth, his swallowing were stimulating Khrion like crazy, he could feel the heat of the cock rising and the length pulsing a bit, signs that he was close.

Khrion couldn’t stop himself completely; his instincts were overpowering and the pleasure was great enough to cloud his control. He pulled back slightly and then bucked back in, making Killian moan a bit as he felt the stretch recede and return rather quickly. It wasn’t much, though it felt like a lot...but it was just below his tolerance, and he let Khrion keep it up, fingers holding the dragon’s thighs to help keep him in a little bit of check. If it got much more, he doubted he could handle it, but Khrion wasn’t going to last long enough for that to happen.

It was only seconds before the dragon let out a throaty roar, and his cock swelled a bit and shot off a thick round of semen right down Killian’s passage. Then there was more, and more...Killian’s eyes widened as he could feel each shot, huge and hearty, rushing headlong into his stomach. Too late, he realized he probably should have helped Khrion purge a bit first - five days he’d been without sex, there was much more to offer and he was going to be packed up full by the time he was done. But he couldn’t change course now, and so just closed his eyes and let it come, spreading himself to relieve the pressure a bit.

The load was so big...Khrion wasn’t sure Killian could handle it, but pulling out might have clogged up his entire passage including his airway, so he kept himself locked inside, forcing direct passage down further. His nerves weren’t really getting much in the way of the rampaging pleasure through his loins, though, that was far too strong for that to happen. He was sure he’d want this kind of oral treatment again, if Killian was up for it...and, well, it HAD been the human’s idea in the first place. It was so hot, so tight...the undulations of that passage were different from the other end, equally pleasurable but much more novel. And it was keeping him shooting, more than even he thought he had in him.

Finally the flow slowed, and Khrion felt more comfortable pulling out from the depths of his human lover. The last of his load coated Killian’s mouth, forcing him to keep swallowing even as he felt the diameter of his throat return to normal, but giving him a nice full taste of his dragon’s seed - he was glad not to miss out on that. The tip finally pulled free of him, leaving a bit of cum to wet his face. He had the chance to catch his breath, recovering his air and energy...that had been tough, but he was glad he’d done it.

“Holy shit, Killian…” Khrion was also glad he’d done it, but also sounded aghast about it. “That...are you all right? That was...unbelievable...but are you sure you didn’t...hurt anything?”

“Ah...I think I’m fine...I think at this point I’d know if I broke something.” Despite the heavy breathing and still feeling the effects of that immense stretch in his gullet, Killian had a rather silly grin on his face. “That was fucking awesome...I’ve been wanting to try that for a while. Almost can’t believe it worked.”

“I can’t believe it either…I’d never have been so bold if our positions were reversed.”

“I’m glad I did, though, because that pretty much proves it...if I can take that without magic, then I can definitely do the other end.” With a grunt Killian turned over and rose up on all fours, spreading his legs for Khrion. He was still a little beat but so horny that it was helping push him back into action. “I’m ready to go, my big sexy beast…”

“Okay…” Khrion nodded and put himself in the proper position, lining up the tip of his cock against Killian’s asshole. “I’ll go…slowly, just in case…”

“Nuh-uh. You remember my promise, right? I said we’d do it your way next time we did it, I’m sticking to that.”

“What? You can’t be serious, you want me to go...that hard on you? But...what if that hurts you? It’s one thing to stretch, but it’s a hell of a lot different to get fucked hard!”

“I think I can handle it. It’s gonna feel a bit different but I’m pretty sure this part of me knows how to take it better, it’s been worked a lot more with the magic. I know you’ll stop if you have to...but I want to see if I can take it to the limit, too.”

“I...look, we can...I can cast the spell, and we can take it wild this time, and then test it out later…”

“Khrion!” Killian’s voice had an unfamiliar edge to it as he addressed the reluctant dragon above him. “The only magic you’re allowed to use is the one that holds me in place, and you’re not allowed to let me free until you’ve knot-fucked me to hell and back! Understood?”

It was so unlike Killian to be so...commanding. And Khrion found that more than a bit arousing...it felt like a challenge, forcing him to rise to it, quelling his doubts enough to take action. Well...Killian wanted him to go at it his way...if he could handle it, he was going to get it that way. A quick spell locked the human in place, and with an aggressive growl, he surged forth, ramming the entire length of his shaft up to the knot into the waiting rear end of Killian.

Both of them could instantly feel the difference. On Khrion’s end, without the intervention of the magic, the tightness around his cock was so much more real and natural, he could feel every twist and turn of Killian’s body, not just a simulation of it. It was completely novel to him...he’d never tried to screw anything this small without magic before, only dragons more his size, and feeling such immense natural tension around his cock was driving him crazy with pleasure. It spurred him to drive on, jerking out and slamming back in, getting more into it by the second.

Killian couldn’t believe what he was feeling...the raw sensation of that massive shaft forcing its way through him was so different without the magic there. It seemed like it shouldn’t have been possible even with his body’s newfound flexibility, but he wasn’t feeling pained from it...on the contrary, it felt like a whole new level of pleasure from what he’d gotten before. But he could feel more than the pleasure, he could truly feel the thickness of its pushing out against him...his body was bulging out in the stomach, the size of that cock stretching his body out like it never had been before. It was weird, but it also felt good in its own way...like stretching was as much a part of the sexual experience as anything else. He was starting to moan breathlessly as he felt it slamming into his rear harder, his body straining to take it all in as hard as it was...it was wearing him down faster than with the magic, but he wasn’t about to let that stop him.

But this was only the start of it...the lust and energy rose further as Khrion began to beat his knot against Killian’s hole, trying to force it in. The dragon was still giving some attention to the state of his partner, wanting to be sure he didn’t go too far and actually harm him, but the longer they went on the more at ease he was feeling. If he could take this, the hardest fuck he could possibly give...well, there wasn’t really any worry to have anymore. And that more than anything was pushing him to test the limits, the desire to relieve that worry and gain the assurance that Killian seemed to have. If he was wrong...well, he could heal Killian, and they could always go back to what was before. But he really didn’t want to be wrong.

He let out a rumbling snarl and slammed in hard, driving his knot against Killian’s ass and straining to shove it in. Killian let out a cry that rose in pitch as he felt himself stretched out, really stretched out, his whole rear warping against the imposing force...and then with a slick slurp it went in, forcing the bulge in his gut further out as he closed up tight around Khrion’s knot. If he’d thought he was distended before, now it was so much more powerful...his fingers were scratching the dirt as he futilely tried to adjust for some easing of the strain, not that he thought he would find any. A few seconds later, though, Khrion acted for him...he pulled hard, trying to break free of the lock, getting another cry out of Killian before he popped free again. Then it was back in, driving hard and getting through more quickly, and it was on.

It was a storm of sensation and Killian was just along for the ride. The knot-fucking was very different from before, his body was fighting it a lot harder each time it went in and out, tightening down again as soon as that fat bulge was inserted or removed. But it felt so good, so powerful...before he knew it he was cumming, squirting out his load vigorously onto the dirt floor below him, painting a puddle of white down below his body. And every time Khrion’s knot squeezed in, it forced more out of him, keeping him from losing the height of his pleasure throughout the intense encounter.

Khrion’s breathing came in great heaves, his body straining to achieve its release. Every time his knot passed through Killian’s asshole it sent a thunderbolt of delight through him, almost strong enough to knock him for a loop. The way it clung to him was just beyond any pleasure he could remember experiencing, beyond the best thing he could even imagine...and the freedom he felt, knowing that Killian was taking it without trouble, that he didn’t have to fear what they did anymore, the sense of liberation was the icing.

Finally he drove in for the last time, knot smacking in as deep as he could press it, the human’s passage snapping down on him. He let out the loudest roar yet as his seed burst forth, pounding hard and fast into Killian’s gut, the thick fluid gushing out rapidly and readily filling him. Killian moaned out in wanton pleasure as he felt yet another pressure inside him; there was so much fluid rushing it that it too was adding to the bulge, pressing his stomach outward as it sought out space to fill. Khrion was a virile dragon in the best of times but this seemed to have really gotten him going this time, it felt like it just kept going more and more, almost endless in its production. And he did nothing to try to halt it, in fact almost trying to milk him, not fully intentionally...it was just an automatic response to the continuing sensations throughout his lower half.

He felt the dragon’s big paw lift him up and hold him against the scaled belly, and then they began to move. Trudging over to Khrion’s leafy bed, he rolled over onto his side and laid down, keeping Killian against him, rubbing his hand over the distended stomach of the human, a satisfied purr rumbling out of him. “Wow...you really did take it all like this...I wouldn’t have thought it possible.”

“Heh...guess sometimes you gotta take that chance, right?” Killian was absolutely exhausted, and it was evident on his voice; there was no injury for sure, he didn’t feel any pain anywhere, but the stretching was a lot more physically draining without the magical aid. Still, with how it felt, it was more than worth it.

“I suppose...are you really okay?” Khrion’s head leaned down, nuzzling and licking at Killian’s cheeks and neck. “You seem...very out of it, my love.”

“I feel fine, just really tired. Don’t worry, that just means I need some rest...and that you did a really good job on me.”

“I guess I did.” Khrion had to admit, the feel of the bulge in the human, composed entirely of his cock and his cum, was satisfying on a primal level. It would have been clear to just about anyone that he was the healthy, strong male that had done this...and he was looking forward to being able to do it over and over again. His first step outside the boundaries of his comfort zone...and perhaps soon, more would follow. And that was satisfying on a much less primal level. He curled up around Killian, continuing to lick his face as he shared his warmth with the human; he could almost feel Killian’s heartbeat with the paw on his torso, and wondered if the human could feel the same of his own.

It beats for you, Killian...you and you alone.