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Chapter 4

Nick slowly awoke, crawling out of sweet dreams, his mind still numb, his body relaxed, lying on the warm bed. As his eyes fluttered open he felt a sensation of warmth seeping under his skin, his body shivering in a strange delight. Something unusual was weighting on his chest, applying pressure on his ribcage. It wasn't uncomfortable… only… odd. A chill of cold air ran along his skin, triggering a light shiver along his spine. He cringed a bit, replacing himself on the pillow, yawning loudly as he emerged; rubbing his eyes to clear his blurry sight. He threw a quick look around, only darkness and a few rays of sun casting enlarged shadows against the walls. He shuffled around a bit, feeling that same sensation of heaviness crippling his body from his legs to his chest; paralyzing his lower half under a crushing weight. In the pitch black room filled with potent musk he prodded around blindly, noticing that most of his body was lying uncovered, completely naked, even his underwear was gone, leaving him on full display for any feisty eye. The blankets had been removed down to his ankles but something else was covering him, blanketing his body in a much better way than any bedsheet would. Or was it using him as a pillow?

It was warm and soft all the same, made of something smooth and overall enjoyable. Finally his enquiring hands rubbed against something made of that same smooth and slippery material. Curious he investigated further, swiftly caressing the bulky thing resting on his lap. With slow cautious probes he managed to define the outline of the thing and identify what it was made of: scales. Was that Lyam… Lyam's snout? Nick pulled back, surprised to discover the dragon here; in such a position. He let out a gasp, one of his finger had accidently slipped in-between Lyam's lips, bathed in the dragon's warm gooey spit. "Gross" he grimaced, trying to remove his now saliva drenched finger from the heated maw. Suddenly he froze, noticing the lips pursing around him, trying so suck his finger in. "What is he doing?" mumbled Nick, stunned by the unexpected behavior of the dragon. Lyam began purring in his throat, letting out loud suckling sounds as his tongue tip went over the soft skin, making Nick giggle as the agile appendage tickled him. "So cute…" he mumbled, patting his friend's head with his free hand. Finally with a lewd pop his finger was freed of the wet embrace of the dragon's lips. As his eyes adapted to the surrounding obscurity he started to discern more of Lyam's frame sprawled atop of him; lying on his belly, his neck extended to its maximum length yet his head was resting sideway. The lower half of his body was in an even more awkward position; his hind legs on the side, lightly kicking in the air, claws curled inward, his long thick tail curled in the same fashion. Slowly he rose to a sitting position, still rubbing the dragon's pebbly scales, listening to his low purrs of delight.

The events of the previous night came back to him, an uncertain smile curling his lips as he remembered what had happened; how he was awakened in the middle of the night by the embarrassed dragon asking for a hand to clean his mess, how the situation became weirder as he tried to help the dragon, only to find himself tangled in an increasingly awkward situation; helping Lyam remove half of his tail from his sore asshole while getting painted white by the dragon’s premature orgasm. Then how Lyam had pleasured him; brought him to new height of bliss, offering himself entirely to the human. That odd situation had reached its peak when, at the pinnacle of their mating; after buckets of creamy seed were shot Lyam declared his long hidden love for him and he remembered how it ended; in a deep passionate kiss while he drifted away into slumber. It was impressive how a few words could change a man; enough to shatter his own beliefs and thought. At the mention of that deep kiss, that contact of the soft scaly lips brushing against his he felt his body shiver; tingling with a new sensation. A shiver ran down his spine, he could still hear Lyam as, in that low, unsure voice he had admitted his own feelings. Soon after they were exploring each other; delving eagerly in the depth of the other. He recalled the immense bliss that overpowered him as he experienced for the first time the warmth of that maw wrapped around his cock, the skills of that agile tongue as it pleasured him from every possible angle.

He kept thinking about that heated night, how Lyam had taken control, how his member had sank in the clone’s quivering hole, how these powerful inner muscles massaged him from every side as Lyam had impaled himself on his cock. He could almost hear the dragon moaning as they mated, slowly, sensually, basking in the raw pleasure of sex, forgetting everything that once was, that would be, only focusing on that sweet eternity of shared bliss. He could recall and describe almost every second of it until the big finale; the convulsing hole squeezing him hard; urging him to feed the lust-craved creature; the thick potent seed that gushed out of Lyam’s swollen cock; the sticky warmth of it as it blanketed his chest; the heady musk he once hated that now made his nose twitch and; Lyam; basked in sheer ecstasy, panting and roaring his pleasure to the ceiling while he rode his own orgasm.

Nick laid back against the bed, his arms crossed behind his head, losing his gaze in the contemplation of the ceiling. He couldn't deny that he loved every delightful second with The dragon, he couldn't deny that if Lyam offered him to mate again he would accept without a doubt and hammer that tight little ass with all he had just to hear that sweet symphony of draconic moans.

Some time ago it would have disturbed him, made him feel gross and disgusting but here and now he only felt good, satisfied and happy.

However deep inside something was still bugging him a bit, something he hadn't thought about until he had time to do so: could he trust Lyam? By that he meant could he trust the horny drake's feelings? Was he sincere when he said he loved him? After all he had already said it once, just to withdraw later. Wasn't it just another trick, another attempt to drag him in his naughty plays; another excuse to mate with him? But last night he sounded so honest, so true in his words; so nervous, not like someone pretending. But hadn't he always been pretending? Acting? Playing a different role with each person he knew?

Unconsciously his hands were still caressing the scales as he wandered in his thoughts, wondering what would happen now. He had liked; no he had loved being with Lyam but wasn't it just that always eager drake seeking the carnal pleasure of flesh pushed in his last resort to pretend love in order to gain pleasure.

At this precise moment a loud yowl broke the silence, the dragon shuffling on top of him, trying to find a new position, half crushing him as he rolled and crawled around, his snout nuzzling the human chest. "Damn he is heavy…" grunted Nick, grimacing as the dragon rested more of his body on top of him, grinding his crotch against his groin, his moist slit mashing with Nick's cock. He stiffened a moan, grabbing onto the bedsheet with both hands as the dragon unconsciously rocked back and forth, still trying to nestle himself comfortably on the bed, purring as he did so, unaware of the trouble he was putting Nick through. He gritted his teeth, warm moisture covering his flaccid member, dripping from Lyam's slightly parted slit; stirring his cock to life as it grew, throbbing rapidly engorging with heated blood. And still Lyam was rocking, always changing position, his eyes sealed shut, his mouth gaping slightly, his lips twitching as he mumbled in his sleep, unaware of the hardening pole of flesh pressing against his belly.

Nick tightened his grip, grunting as he bit his lower lip, his now fully hard cock grinding against the soft scales of Lyam's underbelly, that wet puffy slit caressing his sensitive flesh, smothering it's slippery ooze over the penis's skin, coating Nick's member in warm dragon lube. A moan escaped Nick's throat, that heat enveloping his cock felt incredibly pleasurable, it was like being bathed in the warmth of a hole, without the walls clamping and massaging his length but it felt sweet all the same. Despite his resistance he felt himself slip, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through his veins, his nose flaring, catching the first whiff of Lyam's fragrance, potent dragon musk spreading in the air, thick, tangy, arousing, appealing, strong enough to overthrow anyone in range. In some other occasion, other places, other times he would have found it disgusting, would have cursed the sleeping drake for having such a potent and disturbing scent, would have cursed himself for being sensitive to it… but these times were over and he found in that scent something attractive, something, arousing, a promise of wild and heated romps that drove his senses mad with carnal lust.

Imperceptibly, unconsciously he found his body rocking slowly, gently thrusting in time with the dragon, grinding his sensitive flesh against that coat of slick scales; his hands traveling down, locating Lyam's flanks as he started rubbing the scales there, feeling the sleepy dragon shudder over him, cooing and purring in his dreams as a hard pole of human flesh ground against his private parts. Nick slowly yet forcefully pulled Lyam Up, letting the snout rest on the pillow next to him, the dragon's low purrs and rumbles filling his ears as he patted his scales, his throbbing member closer to that dripping slit, a sweet warmth now seeping under his skin, radiating from Lyam's groin.

He was surprising himself; some time ago he would have kicked Lyam off of the bed, would have spent hours scolding him for his constant horniness, would have avoided him for an even longer time avoiding the drake but now he was letting it happen, even giving in, answering to the sensual rocking of scales against his skin, basking in the warmth of the hot-blooded reptile, letting the rich pheromone addled musk reach to him, induce him, mesmerize him, arousing him when he would have found in inacceptable just a few months ago, now excited at the perspective of imminent fun.

A wicked smile grew on his lips, his hands leaving the scaly flanks, feeling the dragon's chest rise and fall with each shallow breathes; following the outline of the dragon's muscular yet sleek form, feeling some of the mechanical or electronic augments peak out under the thick layers of scales and flesh until he met an irregular area in the ocean of gold and black colored scales, a spot where scales felt rougher, thicker, tougher. Intrigued he looked down. There, in the faint glow of the morning light he saw, a large white scar in the glimmering gold and black coat; a jagged edged cut through his armor that couldn't be erased, last and only memories of what once lied there, a probably majestic and magnificent wing. In his mind Nick saw pictures of the dragon with these two gorgeous appendages protruding from his flank, gracefully folded against his scales or extended to their full length as he soared in the sky.

A shudder ran down his spine as he visualized himself cradled in-between two soft warm leathery dragon wings, enveloped in their warmth, hugged close to Lyam's muscular chest as, under that improvised cover !hey would mate, pressed against one another.

He shook his head, clearing his fuzzy mind. It was still odd for him to imagine himself in such heated situations with his newly found mate but he knew that Lyam's lust would soon get him rid of these last hints of hatred toward clones; if it hadn't done it already. He prodded at the old wound left by the removal of these appendage that made the might of dragons and other flying beasts, earning a low rumble as Lyam tensed and twitched. "Hmmm… sensitive…" he mumbled to himself, tickling the sensitive area for another minute until Lyam began twitching and shuffling too much for his comfort; his hands instead ruffling the scales on his way down. Soon Lyam was calm again, mumbling incoherent words in his sleep. Nick smiled, a hand leaving the dragon's hide to pat his head "so adorable." he let out, rubbing the dragon near one of his growing horns, listening to another low guttural purr as Lyam seemed to enjoy the affection. Meanwhile his other hand was still descending, finding the dragon's rump, his fingers sneaking under the thick hanging tail extended behind Lyam, dangling over the edge of the bed.

His other hand followed pretty much the same course, diving down but from the other side, slithering in the narrow gap left between their mingled bodies. His left hand groping along the dragon's appetizing meaty rump, discovering what he had often disregarded even when his companion in misfortune and mate had offered it to him, easily finding his mark, the place where his tail met with his body, the place where lied the pinkish puckered star of his tailhole. After some probing a fingertip brushed against that so peculiar area where scales became weaker, more supple, feeling almost like flesh; more exposed and vulnerable the closer he went to that passage that had brought him so much pleasure as it wrapped around his cock.

Still it was so weird to fantasize over the dragon in such a way; his own curiosity and eagerness surprising him as he inched closer to the prized pucker; his own unexpected lust astonishing as his other hand found its way to their private parts as they kept rubbing together, hard cock against soft scales, shamelessly groping the dragon's hanging sack, feeling the two plump spheres resting inside pulse, full of potent cum as they rolled in his palm. A wicked grin spread on his lips as a surge of dominance washed over him when he came to the realization he was literally holding the drake by the balls, the sleeping beast at his mercy, ready for the taking.

His right hand kept playing with the two fat orbs full of dragon juices, his fingers touching the taut leathery pouch, the warmth radiating from that area making him shudder in delight as Lyam let out another coo, still unaware of the treatment he was receiving. Nick nervously threw a glance at the dragon, still sleeping, still so peaceful, breathing slowly, oblivious to what was happening around him, to him. Nick kept playing with the soft sack, massaging the two swollen orbs, drawing more lustful noises from the dragon's maw, his other hand finally reaching that small pinkish muscular circle, the rim clenched shut but the exposed flesh seemed to react to his touch, quivering as a finger caressed it's bare surface.

As he felt that tiny hole shudder under his touch his mind drifted away, memories of his previous times with Lyam, reminding him of how much pleasure this clenching tunnel brought to both on top and bottom. His hands pressed more firmly against the tight puckered entrance, describing small circling motions, stimulation the sensitive entrance, feeling the muscles relax. Meanwhile he was sporting a large erection, his hand exploring t:e dragon's groin, discovering that large puffy slit that hosted his maleness, the protective shell of his marvelous shaft, the shrine of his masculinity, the source of that intoxicating scent, of that arousing thick musk, the end of his reproductive system.

For the first time he felt that part of Lyam's anatomy, that opening that so resembled one of a female vent if not for the large sack hanging right below it; this hole that would have been a really nice place to hump if there hadn't been a cock awaiting right behind, ready to breach the thick folds.

Nick caressed the swollen scaly lips marking the entrance to his inner sanctuary, soaked in warm, slimy moisture. Intrigued he parted the two lips open, the thin slimy film breaking as his inner flesh was displayed, the red muscular walls clamping as they were exposed to the outside.

He let go, letting the lips seal that forbidden hole shut, only caressing the soft surface as more sticky moisture oozed out, covering the surrounding scales as a first blast of dragon musk filled the air.

Meanwhile his other hand was still circling and prodding at she dragon's pucker, helping the muscles relax, enjoying the contact of the dragon's enticing ass as he kept teasing the hole.

Lyam let out a low groan, rocking back and forth, his wet slit brushing against Nick's pole as he pushed back in the massaging fingers, guiding them closer to the rim of his hole. "Even asleep you like being pleasured." chuckled Nick, obeying to the dragon's unconscious demand But, as he closed in something unexpected happened: as Nick went over the hole again instead of flesh his fingers only met emptiness. Before he had registered the information one of his fingers had slipped in the parted hole, sinking up to the first knuckle inside. A loud gasp escaped his mouth as tight muscles squeezed the invader. He froze, a low growl echoing in the silent room. He threw a quick glance toward the dragon. Lyam had his fangs bared, cringing in his sleep in obvious discomfort. "Sorry boy…" mumbled Nick, trying to pull out. But it was only to feel the muscular passage tug at him, trapping his finger in its tight embrace, sinking it deeper. "Wow… you like this?" be asked. Of course he got no answer; Lyam still slumbering deeply even with his anus spread open and penetrated. With a devious grin he plunged deeper, burying his finger all the way in, feeling the anal hole rhythmically clench around him as it adjusted. He was gladly surprised and relieved to feel the tight quivering hole was slick with some sort of natural lube, making penetration much easier and less worrying as he didn't have to fear harming the dragon's insides. Slowly he pulled out, caressing the silken flesh on his way out, listening as Lyam moaned in bliss, his rump pushing down on the escaping finger, involuntarily grinding his slit against Nick's hard penis in the meantime.

Nick smiled "that's the horny dragon I know." he chuckled, patting the dragon's head with his free hand, his finger almost entirely out, wiggling just past the muscular ring, teasing the sensitive flesh there,, enjoying the hole's rhythmic clamp as if it begged for him to sink back in. He obliged, shoving his finger all the way in up to the knuckle in that craving hole.

In the back of his head however his most rational mind was trying to hold him back, trying to make him realize it wasn't good, he shouldn't be doing this; it was the place where Lyam… well pooped; it was dirty… it was gross. But he knew Lyam was rather clean there, he had buried his dick there before and never had to complain afterward.

Regardless he started thrusting, pumping his finger in and out of Lyam's hole; cautiously rubbing the sensitive flesh, delighting himself of the dragon's blissful moans. He was actually surprised by one thing, he had cum in that very same hole the night before, painted that same muscular tunnel white with his essence and yet it was surprisingly clean. Had Lyam cleaned himself during the night? Probably.

A shudder ran down his spine as the image of Lyam meticulously grooming himself, his agile tongue lewdly lapping over the tight entrance, collecting as much spilled semen as he could, craving for the flavor of human cum.

His cock throbbed, a sharp squirt of pre splattering on the dragon's scales as he still rocked back and forth, his humid slit wetly kissing the penis head, soaking both in the dragon's messy fluids as he bounced back on the finger thrusting in his hole.

"Damn… even asleep you're a real bitch Lyam." chuckled Nick, slapping the dragon's firm rump with his free hand as his finger kept going in and out of the quivering vent, forcing more lustful groans out of the sleepy dragon's parted maw. His finger wiggled inside, looking for Lyam's sensitive spots. Whenever he found one the hole would clamp hard around him as a louder, needier moan rose in the empty room, accompanied by a spurt of Lyam's liquid lust, splashing over Nick's member, bathing the sensitive organ in scalding hot draconic lube, forcing Nick to grit his teeth as be bucked under the constant drip of that warm liquid over his length, both sensation of heat and smell driving him mad with desire as the dragon's potent musk filled the air, rushing in his nose, flushing his brain with carnal lust; his hard throbbing cock grinding against the dragon's puffy slit, smearing the lube over his dick until it was smooth and slippery with the male's natural secretion.

Meanwhile he had picked up the pace, his finger rapidly thrusting in and out of the demanding hole. Soon he slipped another finger, the stretchy hole having no trouble dealing with the new invader, accommodating his presence with remarkable ease.

His ears were filled with a symphony of groans and moans, his brain gone slack as he kept pleasuring the dragon, more of Lyaam's gooey mess leaking from his parted slit as the human's member pushed between, enjoying the sweet embrace of these hot thick outer folds.

Yet, even in his lust addled state a thought managed to reach Nick's brain, a curious, a surprising one. He had been pleasuring, fingering, caressing, teasing, humping his mate and yet he hadn't grown erect, his member still hidden in its comfy hole, only drizzling that gooey stuff everywhere.

Nevertheless that thought didn't bother him for long as the level of lewdness brutally went up, Lyam moaning out loud as his hips slammed against Nick. Nick let out a gasp, his eyes popping wide as a wave of pleasure washed over him, biting his lower lips as silk warmth embraced his cock. He froze, trembling as pleasure bloomed in his veins, his hard cock sinking in something warm and tight, guided by muscular velvety walls, sliding in a slick passage with ease, cradled in the embrace of powerful muscles.

He moaned; bliss shooting in his brain as pre burst from his cock, adding to the fluids coating the hole he had penetrated.

In the back of his head his rational mind was going nuts, trying to send him alarm signals, trying to warn him of what he had just done, where he had entered. The slit, the male drake's slit; the place where his maleness was sheltered during these short times when it wasn't out in the open.

He moaned as his member was driven deeper, burying in the tight virgin vent as the muscles there seemed to protest, clamping hard around him, trying to push him out, denying access to a place that wasn't meant for that kind of treatment.

Lyam squealed, his sharp cry deafening Nick’s ears for a few moments as he squirmed on top of him, suffering as the member pushed forward, parting the silk flesh in its way. It seemed to hurt, to cause a great discomfort to his mate but in the meantime, instead of pulling back, instead of trying so evade Nick's grasp, instead of that he was pushing back, bucking his hips as he forced more cock in his unused vent.

Nick tensed, feeling his penis slide in that tight heated orifice, silken flesh embracing his flesh from every side, stimulating every inch at once.

Nick removed his fingers from Lyam's rump, letting the loosened hole relax, closing on emptiness; instead gripping Lyam's flanks as the dragon pressed down on him, scales rubbing against skin as he ground his messy fluid soaked slit against Nick's groin, smearing sweet warmth over the human's exposed crotch.

Nick felt fuzzy, the potent dragon musk blooming in the air, more of that deliciously warm goo coated his dick in a pleasant cocoon, slickening his penis as he entered Lyam's sloppy slit.

His grip tightened around Lyam, pulling him down as he stabbed him with his dick, letting out stiffened moans through his gritted teeth. Lyam was now mostly lying on top of him, his snout nestled in his neck as the slumbering drake let out a plethora of moans and growls, seemingly enjoying the ministration, his frame shuddering as he was penetrated.

Nick felt awkward, divided between pleasure and discomfort, surely it felt good, even incredibly pleasurable to have his dick massaged by the muscular hot and wet tunnel but in the meantime he knew that it wasn't right, maybe even unnatural to be inside that very hole; although Lyam didn't seem to complain about it.

Despite himself Nick felt he was losing his grip on things as they happened, the mind shattering amount of pleasure wiping every single thought aside, flushing what remained with raw need, the urge to breed.

His nose twitched, as he caught more of the male's appealing musk, his low coos and moans enthralling him beyond the point of no return. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and in one powerful thrust abandoned himself to the bliss of penetration.

He bucked his hips forward, slamming all the way in that tight slit, the thick folds smacking his crotch noisily as he hilted inside, moaning as the warm hole quivered around him, powerful muscles massaging his hard length as he pried them open. Slowly he pulled out, hypnotized by the symphony of growls and hisses Lyam let out a mere inch away from his ear as he sprawled himself On top of the human, still oblivious to the treatment his slit was receiving. Nick slowly pulled out; well tried to; struggling to push the heavy dragon up "Damn you're heavy…" he grunted "lose some weight fat guy." he grumbled as his cock withdrew from the suckling hole, panting as the soft flesh tried to bring him back inside the warm protective shelter of his slit. He only managed to pull half of his dick out, drenched in slimy sticky lube before, bending under the sheer weight of the drake he let go, his muscles painfully stiff as he tried to hold the scaly frame over him. He winced as Lyam dropped heavily onto him, the human's pole burying all the way in the eager vent that immediately clamped around him. Lyam only let out an annoyed huff, his sleep not even disturbed by the brutal fall of his body, neither by the hard human cock ramming in his cockslit.

Nick stayed there, splayed in a x position, panting from both pleasure and air starvation as Lyam crushed him under his impressive weight. However as once again he was buried all the way in a weird detail finally made its way to his mind; something he hadn't noticed before or completely ignored: Lyam, after all his teasing, after having his ass fingered, after having a cock stuffed in his own slit hadn't awaken yet, even weirder he hadn't grown hard. That detail was now bugging Nick out, why? How that constantly horny creature could now hold himself? However not being hard didn't mean Lyam wasn't aroused, far from that ,in fact as more of his liquid lust spurted in his own passage, easing it for mating as it streamed around Nick's crotch.

Regardless, as he wondered about that fact he felt himself slip away, carried away by the heady musk filling his nose and mouth with every breathe as the tight vent waving around him, milking him for all he was worth. It was like being in a female's pussy but in much tighter and far, far messier. Not that he was about to complain though as bliss was shot in his already fuzzy brain, while precum surged in the awaiting hole.

His arms wrapped around Lyam's back, hugging him closer as their bodies meshed together, the peaceful dragon letting out low blissful coos.

Nick took a deep breath, trembling in apprehension; or was it anticipation? Excitement? He didn’t know. Nevertheless he gave a curious thrust, shoving his crotch against Lyam's own as his hard pulsing dick pushed deep in in the layers of drenched flesh, the thick folds parting by his girth. Instantly the hole seemed to react, gripping his cock even tighter in a vice-like grip as the inner flesh pulsed, applying pressure around his shaft, drawing a sharp spurt of pre as Nick moaned loudly, holding onto the dragon's back as he pushed harder, opening the slit wider as more heated mess drizzled down around him.

Pleasure surged in his brain and in his penis as he hilted inside the quivering vent, letting the skilled muscles massage him, bringing him closer to an orgasm; his loins churning with pent up seed ready to be released. He tensed, pleasure coursing through his veins as he felt that warm sloppy slit undulate around him, eager for him, demanding him, begging him to hump that tight little cunt as hard as he could.

Enraptured by lust he pulled out, the strong dragon pheromones addled musk blasting in the moist air, driving him mad with a carnal urge he had never experienced before. He managed to remove half of his member, strained under the effort of pushing Lyam up, before letting him sink on his throbbing pillar of hard flesh prying him open. Nick shivered, delight washing over him as he felt the eager walls embrace his member again. Soon he had adopted a pattern, giving quick jabs in the drake's overflowing hole, moaning as he shoved his cock hard and deep inside that newfound, so desirable vent of the dragon; his pre mixed with the warm mess spurting from Lyam's depth, forming a gooey mess that coated his cock in a slippery blanket, their hips wetly slapping each time he thrusted. He moaned, enjoying the sweet embrace of Lyam's heated inner flesh as he pounded away, his member wildly throbbing as he neared his peak, stimulated by all sides as he bathed in the sheer warmth of the scaly beast as it squeezed him. "You're so… tight…" he huffed, panting as he slammed harder and faster in the hole, the sound of their wetly slapping hips filling his ears. Lyam on his side was rocking with each thrust, groaning in his sleep; his nuts mashing with Nick's own, the two hefty orbs throbbing, seed churning inside them as the unaware Lyam was on the verge of climax, his tongue lolling out on the side, his eyes still tightly shut.

Nick suddenly felt his cock bounce against something, a weird object lying in the depth of Lyam's gaping vent. Nick’s eyes widened as he recognized the thing: it was nothing more than the dragon's flaccid member squeezed against the side of the tunnel as Nick's cock took most of the available space. Yet even though it seemed unaroused at first glance; or rather at first touch; it wasn't inactive, the soft, spongy meat throbbing, twitching in its mated slit, the small tool convulsing as it shot long strands of pre-seed on Nick's penis.

The two panted in union as they mated in the constant flow of gooey lube and other spent fluids, nearing completion in an almost perfect sync, pre spurting in both directions, coating everything in range in their blended mess. Nick gripped Lyam's back tighter, jackhammering the hungry hole with all his might, Lyam bouncing on top of him; letting out a series of growls, each louder and deeper than the previous, his maw twisting on a predatory expression, his fangs bared, his lips pulled back as deep rumbles escaped his throat. "Oh boy… you feel so nice…" moaned Nick, slamming harder in and out of the tight hole, feeling all the layers of muscles squeezing him hard. "Oh jeez… I'm… so close." He moaned, gripping the scales, his nails latching onto the dragon's sleek flanks. Words to which only deep throaty growls answered. Lyam, even in his sleepy state began twitching, his claws grabbing onto the bed as he pushed back on the cock, arching his neck back as he moaned out loud to the ceiling while his entire frame shuddered, shaken by thermos of pleasure roaming freely through him. Nick looked up, seeing the big dragon towering above him, howling his pleasure to the sky as he bucked back in each trust. From this angle however he couldn't see the eyelids cracking open, fluttering as they unveiled two glowing eyes glazed with raw lust, the two slit pupils widened, taking almost all the available space as Lyam basked in pure bliss.

Nick gritted his teeth, feeling his cock bloat with semen as he tipped over the edge, eagerly humping the sloppy gaping hole. Lyaam growled, slamming against Nick, as well on the verge of climax.

Nick was the first to break lose, thrown over the edge by a last spasm of the powerful muscles as he hilted one last time in the depth of Lyam's cockslit; his own penis jumping in the constricting embrace as cum shot deep and fast, soaking Lyam's own flaccid dick while Nick cried out in bliss "I'M C-C… CUMMING!" he yelled as spurt after spurt of creamy seed emptied in the awaiting hole.

Lyam trembled, shaking from snout to toe as sweet warmth flooded his slit, human spicy musk filling his nostrils, bliss coursing through him like molten lava as he bowed down, a deep rumble building up in his throat and cum welling up in his slightly swelling member pushed away in a corner of his slit, his balls jumping in their sack, about to deliver their potent load.

The rumbling noise became deeper, louder as he slowly lifted his snout higher, eyes blazing with lust. Nick, finally realizing what was happening let out a gasp, trying to protect himself for what was to come, just to discover all his limbs pinned down by strong claws; the tingling dull pain of the ivory appendage piercing his skin quickly reaching his brain, roughly pulling him down from his heaven as his senses returned to him while his body was still trembling under the tide of orgasmic delight. "Oh no that's gonna hurt…" he winced, grimacing as Lyam secured him in-between razor-sharp talons, squashing him down under his weight as he dominated him. Lyam gave one buck, pushing Nicks softening member as deep as he could, a mighty roar exploding in the confined space of the bedroom, bouncing against the wall, echoing again and again, making everything tremble around them as Lyam roared his bliss, rippling waves of pleasure washed over him as he convulsed, his slit rhythmically clamping shut around Nick's overstimulated, turgid dick, forcing him to orgasm again, his balls giving what few they had left as seed weakly squirted from his painfully stiff member. But, even after two successive climaxes what he had given was insignificant in comparison to what Lyam had in store as his still small cock throbbed and twitched, swelling with cum as it erupted, strong gushes slathering is own wall in scalding hot sticky white cum. His roar came down, his throat vibrating with another deep lustful growl as he climaxed, virile essence flooding his own passage sealed by Nick's crotch, some seed still managing to slip past the seal, trickling down in the narrow gap between scales and skin. Meanwhile Lyaam was moaning, lost in orgasmic delight, cum exploding in his clamping tunnel, coating his flesh in white as more flooded the already tight stuffed vent.

In the meantime Nick was panting, moaning, feeling the incredible warmth of Lyam's potent cum bathing his member, stirring his arousal back to life, engorging with blood, making it grow to full mast in the blink of an eye, forcing more cum to ooze out around his shaft, streaming on his skin and down his thighs "Fuck… that feels… so… wonderful!" he shouted, his head spinning as his brain was overloaded by lust. Lyam kept cumming, unleashing torrents of creamy essence in his overflowing slit, chirring in bliss as thermos of bliss shook his frame and his loins throbbed, emptying themselves in the most unlikely of places.

Slowly it came down; Lyam basking in the afterglow of a powerful climax, his cock weakly squirting the last remnants of his load, cooing as he loosened his grip on Nick, purring as he nuzzled his mate's neck, his tongue dashing over the soft skin. "Stop that it tickles!" gasped Nick, giggling under the slimy affection. Lyam replied with a deep growl, licking and lapping harder, faster, smothering Nick in saliva. "You're so gross." he chuckled, patting Lyam's head.

All of a sudden however it stopped, Lyam's tongue hovering right over his neck, his hot breath billowing over his sensible skin, short, ragged, a bit shaky as the claws tightened their grip around his arms and legs, drawing a few more vermillion droplets.

Nick grimaced, clenching his fists as he looked up, meeting his mate's gaze for the first time. The lust fogging his magnificent shimmering golden eyes had given way to shock, the pleasure had turned into self-awareness, the fulfillment to disbelief, the happiness to fear, the playfulness to creeping horror as Lyam stared at him with wide eyes, maw hanging agape on a blank cry.

"Hey what's wrong?" asked Nick, reaching out for the dragon's cheek. To his own surprise Lyam avoided the touch, putting as much distance as he could between them. The dragon's gleaning eyes went from Nick's neck, drenched in saliva, all the way down to their attached crotches. Nervously he wiggled his hips, feeling the spilled cum slosh inside his slit. He tried to pull out, his lips twisting as he muffed a moan.

The situation was hilarious to say the least, Nick watching with an amused smile as the dragon's eyes quickly went everywhere, analyzing everything they could while his nostrils flared, taking deep whiffs of every scents filling the air, pulling each and every one of them apart. Lyam was looking kind of adorable like this, all panicked, lost, trying to piece together all these clues. "Hey Lyam… just relax it's alright." whispered Nick, his fingers brushing against the soft scales of the clone's neck. Yet his words only seemed to make everything worse as Lyam tensed, once again pulling away, his golden orbs darting in his direction, the slit pupils abruptly widening, only accommodation now to the lack of light. The sight of his face, for some unknown reason caused Lyaam to panic as he squirm away, trying by all means to get on his paws and remove the hard intruder from his soaked slit. "*Gasp* hey easy over there!" screamed Nick, crushed against the bed by the non-stopping incoherent motions from the dragon. Lyam only whined, stuck in his state of panic as, with a powerful kick and a swift hips motion he managed to dislodge himself, cum gushing out of his stretched slit as a few strings of their cooling mess linked them for a split second. Nick only gasped, his erected pole left exposed to the outside, begging for attention as Lyam rolled away.

Nick froze, suddenly remembering a small, barely important detail: where Lyam had rolled; to his left; after a few inches there was nothing. He rose to a sitting position, his mouth opening to try and warn the dragon but, even before a sound could make it past his lips Laam tripped over the edge.

He floated there a mere second, staring at him in shock as he realized himself what was about to happen, his maw parting in preparation for a loud cry.

But far before he could do so he fell flat, the entire room quaking as the heavy form slammed in the floor below, even causing a few random items to fall from their shelfs.

Nick grimaced, trying to see over the edge, hearing high pitched squeaks coming from that area. "That must hurt…" he whispered. "You bet…" replied a high pitched voice coming from under the bed. Nick pulled back, not expecting to get an answer. "You… you're alright down there?" "I'm fine… I suppose… I… I just ruined my back." "You want some help?" "No!" The answer had come quickly, as if Lyam was in a hurry "I mean… just… leave me a few seconds." "You're sure you don't want any assistance?" "No thanks… I'm perfectly fine." "If you say so." Sighed Niak.

A few minutes later a black and gold snout peaked over the edge. In complete silence Lyam rolled onto all four, not throwing Nick a single glance as he padded toward the bed that had been meant for him. "Hey Lyam, could you come here please?" asked Nick, patting the blanket next to him. Lyam froze, tensed, eyes focused on the wall ahead of him. A few seconds went by with nothing moving, only their breathes disturbing the silence. Finally, after a short grunt Lyam obeyed, keeping his head down in a guilty manner as he jumped on the bed. Instantly a strong fragrance assaulted Nick's nose, making the human grimace as the potent scent of dragon cum invaded his head. Without seeing it, as Lyam stepped on the bed, he knew that, between his hind legs, from the parted slit that housed him member dripped the result of their latest fun, a whitish mix of seed dribbling down, staining the bed with sticky essence and musk, announcing to all what had happened and the level of intimacy between them.

In other times he would have yelled at the dragon, kicked him off the bed and ordered him to clean himself but today he didn't mind the slightest, even finding pride and satisfaction in knowing he had managed to make Lyam orgasm, even finding the sight of that gaping slit oozing cum appealing.

However Lyam didn't appear to be in a similar mind state as he silently sat next to the human, his gaze turned toward the wall. "Hey Lyam… is there anything wrong?" he asked, extending a hand toward the dragon.

Lyam swiftly dodged the gentle caress. "Are you in a bad mood or what?" grumbled Nick. Only a deep growl rose. "Hey don't growl at me like this! You're better than a feral animal." "Sorry…" the dragon hissed, through gritted teeth. "What is wrong with you? You woke up on the wrong paw or something?" "No…" growled Lyam, still avoiding both eye contact and affectionate caresses. "Then what is wrong with you?!" roared Nickb trying one last time to grab the dragon; his fingers latching on a horn as he yanked the dragon's head backward, drawing a high pitched squeal of pain as the dragon was forced in an uncomfortable position. For the first time their gaze met, the dragon's eyes blurred by a veil of tears. Nick stopped, observing his mate right in the eyes, holding the dragon still as he tried to squirm away. "Let go of me…" he huffed, managing to free himself from the human's soft hand.

The dragon turned away, snarling and growling, breathe shallow and ragged as deep rumbles built up in his throat. They waited, avoiding each other, Nick arms crossed, watching the dragon's back, Lyam, growling and panting, neck crammed down, snout turned away.

"Lyam why are you acting like this?" asked Nick with the softest and most caring voice he could manage, rubbing the cloned drake near his horns. This time Lyam didn't pull away, only flinching under the touch, his rumbling growls becoming low purrs as he closed his eyes, basking in the affection. "Lyam… is it my fault?" attempted Nick. "No…! Whispered a tiny voice. "Did I hurt you?" "What!? N… no… you… you did well…" "Have I done something that displeased you?" "No… you… you… you were… perfect." "Did I disturb you?" "No… it- it felt wonderful." "So why?" "Nick… I… it's… I… I don't know how to explain." whined the dragon, tears slipping between his tightly shut eyelids. "Just let it out… don't be shy." whispered Nick, caressing Lyam between the horns, watching as the dragon shuddered, cooing satisfied. "I… I…." suddenly Lyam had turned around, standing on all his paws, claws piercing the bedsheet, eyes wide open intensely fixating Nick. "Please… tell me… tell me what happened last night… wasn't all just an awkward dream…" let out Lyam in a whiney, looking down at the bedsheet.

Nick was speechless, he had expected many things but not that; he had imagined Lyam to be angry for being used for pleasure just like aa toy, not to be doubting what he had started the night before.

Despite himself Nick felt a smirk quickly spread across his face as he watched Lyam struggle with his own doubts and fears. "Please… tell me je… we really… did it… that we really… mated." he continued, cutely begging for an answer. The smile on Nick's face only grew. "Are you mocking me?" growled Lyam. "No I'm not." "Then… answer me…" he growled.

Nick quickly acted, reaching out with both hands, grabbing the dragon's snout between his palms and pulled it down until they were facing one another. "Nick…" stammered Lyam, trembling nervously. Before he could even move Nick reached forward, pressing his lips against the dragon's nose, stopping him in mid-sentence.

Lyam gasped, holding still when the soft human lips made contact with his scales, kissing him softly. His breath was cut short, his heart feeling like stopping as he watched in disbelief as his friend kissed him.

Nick interiorly smiled, sensing the dragon's disturbance as he was kissed right between the nostrils. Nick slowly descended, tasting the dragon's slick scales. Lyam shivered, nervous, apprehending just like a teen upon his first kiss; not that he didn't like the affection.

Nick finally found the dragon's large maw, the jaws slightly parted as a thin stream of air slipped between them. The scaly lips had a strange texture but it wasn't anything but a problem, he even enjoyed the feeling of that area, between skin and scales, puffy but not too much, the perfect shape for a kiss.

Lyam gave in, hesitantly answering to the kiss, his lips embracing the human's tenderly, electric like shock bursting from that very area as his cheeks warmed, scales turning a beautiful red hue. It was for him a new experience; he had never kissed someone before. Well was it true? Didn't he have any memories from the night? Surely he did but could he trust them? Hadn't it only be dreaming all of it?

Yet, at that precise instant he knew that everything was real, it couldn't feel more real as he embraced his human friend, no his mate, enjoying the alien flavor of human skin and lips, discovering the one he had paired with. It felt so good, so new, so exotic for them as they lips joined in a loving kiss, separating only to allow them a short breathe before meaeting again for another round.

Five minutes later of passionate kisses later the two parted, panting, heart beating fast, cheeks flushed with warmth, mouth full of the taste of the other, their brain overwhelmed with the fresh memory of their enamored kiss. "You taste sweet." panted Nick. "You to…" mumbled Lyam "but does it mean we…?" "Yes we are." replied Nick, silencing Lyam with a finger on his lips. Happiness shined bright in th golden eyes as Lyam stared at him with the same intensity, letting out a deep sigh, as if a heavy weight had been removed from his shoulders. "Can… can I kiss you again?" shyly asked the dragon. "Why do you keep asking silly questions? Of course you can!"

The words seemed to trigger something in the dragon as he dived straight for Nick, pinning the human down with ease as his bulky snout rammed in his face. "Ouch… easy big guy." he laughed as the broad slippery tongue dashing over his face, smearing thick drool everywhere it could reach. "Stop that it stinks…" he chirped, wrestling wish the invading snout. Lyam only let out a low coo, bathing his mate in saliva. Soon their lips joined again, the kiss rougher this time as the eager dragon took the lead, tasting his human mate as he delved deeper into the kiss. Nick let himself go, enjoying the soft yet intense contact.

Lyam tilted his head to the side, his tongue slipping past his lips, brushing against Nick's own, triggering jolts of pleasure as the thick appendage caressed his lips. Nick smiled, mimicking the dragon and parting his jaws open. What happened next took him completely by surprise as the dragon used that opportunity to shove his broad tongue in Nick's mouth. Nick huffed in discomfort as his mouth was stuffed with a large lump of draconic tongue, the slimy eel exploring his mouth. Nick stood still, letting the eager drake have his way with him, overall enjoying the whole ordeal, his small tongue in comparison to Lyam's broad appendage dancing together. But it seemed Lyam was far from done with him as he parted his jaws wider, unveiling the depth of his fanged maw. Before Nick could do a thing against it Lyam sank deeper in his mouth, engulfing a part of the human’s head in his maw as his sharp fangs held him in place, locking around his cheeks as Lyam became more ravenous, diving deep in his mouth, his long and thick tongue almost deep throating him, prodding at the entrance to his throat, teasing his gag reflex as the curious drake ravenously lapped his mouth; their saliva mixing and dripping in the narrow gaps between their interlocked maws as the two sloppily kissed.

Lyam finally pulled away, strings of spit linking them as they panted, humid breath washing over each other's face. "That… was intense…" panted Nick, leaning back on his pillow "and kinda scary… I really thought you were about to devour me." "I wouldn't dare to do that to my so handsome mate…" he purred, nuzzling Nick's cheek, breaking the thin ropes of spit "but I have to admit you taste wonderfully good… I could eat you all…" he purred close to Nick’s ear. He tensed "These words are awaking contradictory feelings inside me." "Chill out I won't eat you." chuckled Lyam "More seriously though I'm carnivorous but I never ate living flesh… even lest human flesh. Plus… don't take that the wrong way but you're far too big for me to swallow." "Thanks… but re you sure you never tasted human flesh?" chuckled Nick with a devious look. "I didn't mean that kind of taste although I do enjoy that flavor." "Hehe… and here goes the pervert drake." "You teased him." "Oh he was lurking around, waiting for his moment to shine." "You know me too well."

The two of them remained like this, staring at each other, exchanging short kissas and loving glances. "But… there is something that bothers me." "What is it?" "Why were you acting so weirdly?" "Oh… that… well… I… how to put this… I… I didn't expect to wake up like this…" "About that… sorry for humping your slit." "No… don't be… it was delightful… trust me. Actually I had forgotten my slit could feel so good… and so sensitive." "I hope I wasn't too rough." "Don't worry I'm quite stretchy and well-lubed down there so it all goes smoothly." "I noticed." "To be frank I didn't expect being mated there would make me climax." "I'm proud I did… I suppose." "Well… you can… you even made me produce quite a lot and… oh gosh it feels good… so warm…" he moaned, teasing his gaping slit with a claw tip "oh boy you did quite a mess inside." he panted, slowly withdrawing his claws from his overstimulated vent. "It reminds me of when I was a pup, the first time I orgasmed: my slit had been itching for the entire day and when I rubbed it… it felt so good; I couldn't stop, I kept going on for… I don't even know how long until I came all over the floor.” "That's all you." laughed Nick. "You should have seen their face! There was cum everywhere, I was covered in it; I was so wet and messy… and I loved."

Nick understood that when Lyam said "they" he meant the scientist that had created him "so… just to pester them a bit… and enjoy myself I did it again… and again but it's been so long since my slit has been so utterly full and hot.… and it was nice having you inside as well… I knew that underneath all these layers of denial and disregard there was an eager boy waiting to come out and experiment with his new friend." "Shut up you rubbed that filthy slit on my dick." "You didn't bother asking before humping me." "You impaled yourself on me!" "And you had no shame fingering me!" threw Lyam, silencing Nick "You didn't honestly thought I hadn't noticed my ass was all stretched and loosened." "Fuck… I plead culprit." The dragon's grin widened "I don't mind… just don't do that after a mating such as last night I was already feeling quite sore… and your little experiment only made it worse." "My bad… I-I had forgot." mumbled Nick, remembering the impressive length of scaled tail Lyam had manage to stuff in his tailhole. "I forgive you… I'm not in a mood to be angry.". They shared another kiss, trembling as their lips met again. "But… you didn't answer my question." stated Nick. Lyam looked down, avoiding his mate's wondering gaze. "Lyam?" "I… I couldn't believe it." he finally let out, tears flowing out of his tightly sealed eyes "it felt… surreal… too good to be true. I'm gonna sound foolish but… I thought I had all dreamed it… that… I forced myself on you again… or that I mated you during your sleep…." "For once you didn't" commented Nick, hugging the dragon as he let his tears flow, cascading down on Neck's chest and neck. "That's why I acted like this… I felt guilty… I felt bad… I felt wrong… I never imagined you… I never imagined I would have the balls to tell you my feelings… as I never expected you to accept." "People are full of surprises." "Indeed…" mumbled Lyam "however… now that… it's… dome… that we are… mates… I… I want everyone to know it." he suddenly shouted, pinning Nick down under his weight, his snout a mere inch away from his face. "I want everyone to see, to smell to witness our love… I-I don't want to hold back anymore… I… I want you all for me…" he dominantly growled, keeping Nick in the steel grasp of his talons. "I want to cuddle you, to hold you tight against me… I… I want every being to know we…"

He froze; stopping in mid-sentence, embarrassment flushing his face as he quickly looked away as a warm liquid rained down on Nick, covering his chilling skin in a soft warmth. "Lyam… don't tell me it's what I think it is…" growled Nick, his nose twitching as a strong bitter stench blasted right in his face, the stream intensifying as it went up, bathing his chest and belly in that same stingy heat. "I… if that still matters for you… it… it wasn't on purpose." stammered the suddenly shy drake. Nick dared looking down, discovering the disgusting show of a golden stream pouring out from Lyam's slit, blended with some whitish heavy globes, the mess splattering on Nick's belly, coating in the dragon's musky piss. He gritted his teeth, trying to resist his desire to throw up as the pungent smell filled his nose with every inhale. "Lyam… you'd better stop this now if you still want to have some organs left down there." "I… I can't…" whined Lyam "I've been holding it for too long." "Lyam… my patience has limits!" "I'll try" whimpered the drake.

He cringed, grimaced as the powerful stream turned into a weak dribble. Seeing the expression on his face it was a great deal of self-control to contain his overburdened bladder from spilling everywhere. "Better." sighed Nick. "Speak for yourself… I… I need to relieve that." "Not on me." "I didn't want to…" he winced, stepping aside. Nick got up, grimacing as pee dripped down onto the rather clean blankets. The stink was the worst, thick, suffocating, acrid, meant to mark belongings, territory. A shiver ran down his spine, the idea of being soaked in the dragon's urine, as gross as it might have sounded, roused forbidden, unknown parts of his mind as he imagined every people in the street catching a sliver of that easily identified scent making him the dragon's mate.

He quickly shook that weird thought away, focusing on finding his clothes. When he finally found them he stopped "I cannot get dress while I'm covered of your mess." "Unless you want to stain your clothes…" "I need a towel." "You're sure that's a bright idea? If I'm correct we already used one… and it's… messy as well." "Ew… indeed." he grimaced, grabbing the said towel. Instead of dangling from his fingers it stood there, hardened by all the dried cum covering it, soaked in deep in the fibers. "There must be… another one…" suggested. Nick quickly found one and wiped himself with it. "Better?" "Not yet… you still smell…" "Fuck! Can't you have good news for one?" "It might… disappear with a shower… or two." "Wonderful." he grumbled, quickly getting dressed.

………

Dereck was sitting on a chair in the kitchen, enjoying the morning silence, chewing on his meal, watching the TV screen as it displayed another information program. A small earphone nestled in his ear allowed him so listen to it without disturbing his guests sleep. If they were sleeping of course.

"We have received confirmation from the minister of defense that the crashed combat vessel destroyed by our glorious defense forces has been entirely dismantled and its occupants cleansed from our soil." "Bullshit…" he sighed, knowing the truth, the more worrying truth. In fact most of the ship's wreckages had been removed from the dense jungle and relocated in a place kept secret but some parts were still out of reach, tangled in the treetops or lost too far out in the jungle for a recovery team. And about its occupants… well he had two of them right under his nose, enjoying the comfort of his cozy home, two weird creatures to say the least, two beings that had been bugging him out since their arrival: their behaviors were odd, their motives unclear, their goal even more. Lyam; in particular had raised his suspicion: he had that perverse look on that face, that naughty glint into his eyes, that apparent playfulness but the cleverness to outsmart everyone. But even Nick had made him doubt, he wasn't quite sure he could believe his statement; was his kind truly here only for exploration… or colonization?

He shook his head, he shouldn't suspect people like this; they didn't ask for this.

He lost himself in his thoughts, wondering what would happen next, going over the events of the night, until loud noises rose from the closed door leading to the alien's room. His humble home had the inconvenient of having paper thin walls deprived of any kind of sound insulation. It could be both very useful and absolutely annoying allowing him to hear whatever was happening in the other room, even when it was things he wasn't supposed to.

He tensed, removing his earphone, furrowing his brows, perking his ears as he tried to listen.

First he recognized the characteristically creaking of the bed; then he heard something else, like growls, animalistic growls. Instantly his furs peaked, a chill running down his spine, his instincts awaking in full force, warning him of an imminent danger. His clawed finger wrapped around his gun which hadn't left his side, col sweet dripping down his forehead, sticking his fur together. He waited, listening carefully as the growls increased in pitch and depth, covering all exterior sounds, mixing with increasingly louder moans. He let out a relieved sigh, loosening his grip on his weapon. Mating, these two aliens were only mating…. At the mere mention of what he had seen last night his trousers tightened, his sheaths swelling, blood rushing to his groin as he knew the tips of his cocks were peeking out of their bulging sleeve. "Fuck…" he moaned, his hands pressing against his groin as tingle of pleasure burst from his growing shafts as they pushed against the fabric, forming a large tent in his underwear.

It was disturbing how it aroused him, just as it did last night, he had barely seen, only a few forms in the faint moonlight but it had been enough to stir his cocks to life, awakened a long dormant lust of his to a state of craving for release, because above the sight he had heard, he had smelled and, even while being mostly blind to the action he could picture it with a terrifying precision: he could see the two elated figures basking in the sheer delight of mating; he could see their bodies quaking under the might of their combined orgasm; he could picture their dicks convulsing, jumping as they emptied ropes of creamy cum; the fragrance of musk, sweat and cum still lingered in his nose, turning him on beyond reason and logic. But, what had made him horny above all was what he had managed to catch; even though that concoction of smells and noises was for a big part in his ragging desire; a glimpse, barely more than a glance of a red spire bulging as it unleashed torrents of white cum. That sight had made him shiver; it was obviously thick and juicy, probably marvelous and sensitive to the touch. It was easy to guess who it belonged to: it was the scaly "clone's” maleness, one that made hint of jealousy pop in his brain. It was as easy to guess where the other was: sheltered in the tight hole nestled beneath the dragon's tail. It was probably as huge to make Lyam cry out so loud. That or he knew how to stimulate his partner.

But the bare vision of these two beings fucking together wildly and earning pleasure out of it was making his arousal skyrocket; and that smell, that sweet thick smell of manly musk and fresh spilled life-giving essence was only making it harder for him to ignore. Even a while later, after he had rushed back to his room with two ragging erections bouncing widely between his legs, steadily dripping pre-cum on the ground, even after climaxing once, staining his paw with his own seed, he couldn't have possibly erase it from image, the vivid picture pursuing him for endless hours, haunting him like a bad dream, becoming almost an obsession. Every time he closed his eyes, trying his best to find sleep, it was only to see, under his closed eyelids pictures of turgid dick throbbing and dripping their mess in front of him, waiting for him to touch, to lick to suck them. He had tried his best to shake off these lewd pictures of his mind but they would always come back. IBut, every time they would come back, keeping his members painfully hard. Finally, after hours of struggling against his deepest, most carnal needs he had given up, throwing all his blankets away, almost ripping them as he accessed his twin member. Panting, almost drooling, eyes glazed with lust, mind fogged by the raw sexual urge he had grabbed his member, one in each paw, stroking them in time, arching his back as pleasure shot from his sensitive turgid penises. In five minutes of quick and expert stimulation his cocks throbbed as seed sprayed on his fur, clogging onto his belly as he howled in pleasure. What was nice about having two dicks was that he could make each climax separately, earning two orgasms and a double dose of cum, which also gave him an impressive stamina. Only after that did his body allow him to pass out.

And now, as he had only been enjoying a normal morning were they back, his arousal fueled by lustful groans and moans coming from the guest's room. He swore he could almost hear if he focused on it the wet sounds of hips slapping against hips as they bred each other… unless it was his brain playing him tricks.

"Why must they be so loud." he whined, hands almost tearing the fabric of his loosen trousers around the large tent forming in the front. He tugged down at his underwear until they slid over his twin members, the twin hardened shafts springing out in the open, slapping his belly as strings of clear precum shot from his penises, landing on his chest.

His members, beside the fact that he had two in two separated sheaths comfortably nestled one next to the other in his crotch had a rather normal canine shape with a large knot crowning their base, the red flesh throbbing as it engorged with more blood. "Damn… why is it making me so horny." he moaned, teasing his left cock, smearing his clear pre-seed over the hot length. In the nearby room the noise became louder, moans and growls intertwined in a sweet melody that turned him on even more. He could almost see the two alien creatures wildly humping each other, ear them scream in pleasure, even smell their arousal, their musk, the manly odor of their dicks as they edged toward climax.

He froze, realizing both paws were wrapped around his twin members, massaging his sensitive shafts at the same time, quickly jerking off, trying their best to match the pace of the two creatures rutting in the next room, precum covering his rods in a slimy film as his paws quickly stroke and squeezed the turgid shafts. He grimaced, feeling his engorged knot stretch his sheaths, forming large swells in the furred sleeve, ready to burst through. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the lust taking control. He shouldn't be doing this, not here, not now, who knew what could happen next, who knew if someone wouldn't call him, asking for a report or something like this. What if they decided to come out of the room? It was highly improbable but who knew, fate was highly unpredictable, just like his guests; nothing told him they needed as much time to recover after an orgasm as he did.

Also he had to think about the neighbors, anyone could knock at his door complaining about the noise. In fact he was surprised no one did last night.

Disappointed, he let go of his aching members, the two swollen spires throbbing, on the verge of emptying their loads. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, claws lightly digging in his pawpads as he tried to resist the urge, to bring himself to climax. He hated being on edge like this, even more when he hadn't mated in a while but he knew as well not to make a fool of himself in that kind of situation; it wasn't time to do the same mistake again that fateful day at the military school where he had soaked his pants with cum in the middle of a training exercise in real conditions. He could still here his comrades’ laugh as he howled in bliss, face flushed red with shame and paws clutching his pants as hot sticky cum poured in his trousers. Such an embarrassing situation he didn't wish to experience again.

He looked down, watching his twin cocks throb and squirt precum under the table, forming wet patches on the floor; large veins were bulging all over their surface as they swelled with held back cum. It would have been so easy to grasp them again, to throw himself over the edge in an intense orgasm; he knew that at the instant his knots popped out of his sheaths he would have exploded, spraying seed everywhere and probably made a mess of himself.

But he held bam the desire to touch himself, to grab his dicks and jerk them off and, as his senses came back to him he started catching hints of a potent scent filling the room, it wasn't his but it belonged to a male, a virile one. The powerful fragrance waffled at his nose, impregnated with musk and pheromones; that very same scent that drove him wild with lust. Where did that came from? What was the cause of these surges of tangy manly musk? Did it come from the aliens? That ,thought made him shudder,… or shiver? He didn't know.

He had no time to question himself as, behind the closed door the moans became louder, the growls deeper as a sense of something big about to occur washed over him. The rumble was for him the scariest thing, a sound that made his fur straighten, that made him tense.

A powerful, mighty roar shook the room. He froze, paralyzed by fear as that terrifying sound echoed both in every room and in his head, his eyes burst wide, his breath shortened as his instincts yelled him to run and hide from the mighty, fierce predator.

"What the hell was that?" he gasped in fright, trembling on his chair as the sound came down, leaving the apartment perfectly silent again. It was obvious they had climaxed as another strong whiff of pungent scent reached his nose.

He tried to go back to his meal, pulling his underwear over his pulsing cocks, grimacing as he witnessed wet patches appearing on the fabric as the front of it was strained by the two fully grown and throbbing spears. Hopefully no one would notice his arousal or it would subside before the two males decided to come out of their little love nest.

Suddenly a loud noise echoed in the apartment, everything shaking around him, the juice in his glass almost spilling on the table as it appeared something had fallen heavily on the ground.

"STOP MAKING NOISE THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO SLEEP!" yelled an angry neighbor as he slammed something in the wall between their home and his. "Damn what are they doing in there?" he mumbled to himself.

He listened, trying to hear what was happening but, even his sharp ears couldn't hear; only senseless fragments of words.

Time went by in the same silence as he tried to guess what was happening.

Finally the door slid open, unveiling the darkness of the room as Nick came out, dressed in the same clothes as the day before, his hairs a complete mess, his face wearing a pissed off expression mixed with disgust and annoyance. "Hi…" he grumbled, waving wryly toward Dereck. "Hi…” replied the wolf, crippled with discomfort as his cocks sent a jolt of pleasure roaming through his body as they shot a warm globe of pre-seed in his trousers.

Instantly he tensed, his nose twitching as a repugnant stench assaulted his sensitive senses; a scent that reminded him of an incident at the military underground base where; after a pipe's blow out had caused tones of wastes to spill in the corridors, it reeked piss and other disgusting things he didn't want to think about. "Gosh what's that smell? It stinks." he grumbled, covering his nose with one paw while the other was uselessly waving before his face as if that simple motion could wash away the smell. "Sorry…" sighed Nick as he sat in the sofa. "Where does that come from? Don't tell me it's you?" "It is…" "You reek so bad!" "If you have to complain about the smell tell that to Lyam… it's all his fault." huffed Nick.

At his words Lyam slowly walked out of the room. His stance was a bit awkward: his steps slow and unsure, his hind end swaying uncomfortably, his tail lowered to hide his nether region. For a being as lewd as him it was fairly surprising to see him cover his private parts

Soon Dereck understood why as another wave of that same odor filled his nose, combined to another scent, a much bitter one that made his nose twitch and flare, forcing him to inhale more of the disturbing blend of stenches.

"Good morning…" mumbled Lyam with a barely audible voice, keeping his gaze away as his cheeks turned red.

Dereck sprang onto his paws, finally understanding what was the source of that emanation as he ran toward the room, roughly shoving Lyam away as he passed by.

As he got closer the smell got only worse, suffocating him, intoxicating; the air becoming thicker and moister around him. His vision hadn't yet adapted to the pitch black room that he could already picture what had happened there. The bed was a mess, stained with many different body fluids including cum and… as he feared, pee; the air was billed with scents of many spilled liquids which's scent lingered in the room. In his boxers he felt his half hard members grow erect again, steadily dripping on the fabric, causing that precise part of his body to heat up as he struggled to find the switch. When he finally turned the light on he stammered on his feet; discovering a scene that made his stomach twist painfully as a gasp stuck in his throat.

He looked away, shocked, grossed out, speechless before the immensity of the mess the aliens had made. "Are you two serious?!" he yelled, hysteric. "You are fucking gross!" "Sorry… it's… my fault." whined Lyam, showing only his back to him, his head lowered to the ground. "What did you say?" "Well… for… for the most part it's my fault." he whimpered "most of the… semen is mine." "Damn that guy produces a lot…" he thought to himself "and you expect me to clean behind?" he grumbled. "No… I… I didn't want to… be all that messy…" he whined. "Next time I'll make you lick it!" Roared Dereck; pointing a claw at the dragon; his eyes throwing hateful lightnings.

Lyam nodded and padded away. Dereck squinted his eyes, staring at the dragon's rump as he walked away, noticing small whitish drops falling on the ground in his wake. "Hey go put your ass somewhere and stop leaving that crap everywhere! Already have enough to clean."

"Ok…" whimpered Lyam, slowly heading toward the couch and sitting next to it, still showing his back to Dereck, allowing him to observe the large white scars crossing his scales. "Man what have they done to him?" he interrogated himself as he closed the door.

………

"What a wonderful day…" grumbled Nick, grimacing as he caught the strong stench of piss clogging to his skin, glaring angrily at an ashamed Lyam. "I… I told you I was sorry…" he whined "I… I didn't want to do that… but… I… I couldn't hold it anymore." "Could have warned me before; it would have avoided us that messy situation." "You didn't mind when I sprayed you with another kind of mess." "Yes but that one is easier to clean…" grunted Nick. "You sure about that? Because for me you still reek off my musk." "At least it's a more pleasant smell." "On that we agree." he sniggered, grinning viciously at Nick. "I knew it!" he yelled "that's kind of nasty thing is turning you on!" "What!? No." "Don't try to lie I know that look all too well." ""Nick stop accusing me of all the evil of the world! It is not a kind of kinks I'm into! All this… marking and… playing with urine… it's not my cup of tea and if I had to mark you I'd rather bath you in my cum.” he stated, meeting Nick's gaze as he spoke. "You'd look so adorable covered in white, a gorgeous snowman." "Shut up lusty clone." he grunted, gently patting Lyam's snout. "Thanks to lowering me to my condition." huffed Lyam. "Sorry…" "I don't mind… I have gone over it."

They waited, sitting in silence, exchanging furtive looks and smiles as none of them dared to close the gap.

"Hey have you noticed that tent in his underwear?" suddenly asked Lyam, breaking the silence. That question had literally came out of nowhere, surprising Nick as he stared in shock at his mate. "No I didn't; I don't keep my eyes at crotch level." "Oh I didn't have to… I smelled him. He smelled so sweet, so aroused, so pent up…. I swear our wolf host was about to wet himself. I should have teased him a bit… it's not good to stay with such a big boner… or boners." "Boners?" "I'm not sure… but I'd bet my ass he has two.". Nick said nothing, watching his mate with disappointment. "I'd love to rip his underwear and expose his package." "Do you ever stop being a dirty pervert?" "You already know that answer." he giggled "but imagine… since he has a rather common… canine body… perhaps he has that juicy fat knot." he moaned. "You know that's really offending to talk of another male's cock in front of your mate." "Stop pretending I know you're as curious as me… you just proved it this morning." "Maybe… but just A BIT!" he growled.

To his own surprise Lyam didn't answer, barely making any noise in fact, only low huffs and grunts. He looked to the side, discovering his mate's face twisted in discomfort, his lips twitching, his jaws pressed together, eyes sealed shut, forepaws awkwardly pressed against his nether region. "Hey are you ok over there?" "Do I look ok?" he grunted "I need to pee… so bad…" he squeaked." "You'd better hold it…" grumbled Nick, glaring at the dragon. "I… I can't… it's… it's too much… I… I need to…" "Lyam you know you're gonna get punished if you do that." "Fuck this… I must…" he growled, moaning as he removed his paws from his bulging slit, a relieved smile slowly curling his lips when a dark yellow stream erupted from his filled and clogged vent, splashing on the floor before him and pooled between his paws. Nick looked away, disgusted by the repugnant display of the dragon relieving himself, all the cum sloshing inside his slit forced out by the powerful gush of yellow wastes, large white gooey bubbles mixing in the growing pool. "Fuck… it feels… so good…" he moaned, panting as he basked in the sheer bliss of relieving himself after an undefined time of holding back. "You are absolutely nasty Lyam." "Shut up…! Try to hold your bladder for a few days then we'll talk." "Days!" "Yes days… I don't like staining my living place with my wastes so I'd rather keep it in until I’m allowed to go out." "Why didn't you ask?" "I forgot… and we were quite busy so it went out of my mind." "Great… I'm gonna go warn our nice… friend that he will have more to clean.” Sniggered Nick “I hope you’ll have a good excuse to give him.” “Let me take care of that.” Grunted Lyam; tongue lazily hanging out as he basked in ecstatic bliss his release brought him.

………

"Oh… that is indeed quite a mess we have there." commented his mother as she discovered the remains of the scene of debauchery from the previous night through the camera Dereck had used to show her. He was to say the least impressed by his mother's self-control; she had remained perfectly calm and emotionless when she had seen with her own eyes what had happened. "See what I meant now?" he huffed. "I do Dereck I do." "And you don't have the smell… darn it stinks so much here:" he winced, covering his nose with a paw. "I empathize my son… I really do… but can we blame them?" "What is that supposed to mean?" "We have no clue on this specie's behavior, neither on their habits and customs." "Hold on a sec, you mean I could be stuck with two horny aliens!" "It's an eventuality indeed." "Wonderful." "Also… we have no idea of the kind of relationship they have. They could be… well… together." she said with the same distance and clairvoyance "but I didn't expect it would bother you so much." she let out, showing her very first facial expression since the beginning of their conversation.

Dereck grimaced, the words stung more than a bullet piercing his chest. "That hurt mom you know that." She only smiled, delighted of her little effect. But he couldn't deny she was right, his two throbbing erections were here to prove it; so demanding, so begging for attention he couldn't ignore them anymore, spewing so much pre in his underwear he had to free them and let them drool their musky fluids on the floor as they slapped against his lower belly with each throb while a clawed finger teased one.

He knew that, as pissed off, as disgusted as he was and could possibly be, as much as he could try to deny the situation was turning him more beyond reason; the sight of all the spilled cum, the strong scent of sweat and musk reminiscent of the breeding that had occurred here, all these elements created one hell of an arousing concoction, a blend of scents that flared his senses and sent gallons of blood and cum rushing straight for his bloated members.

He looked around, trying to pull his mind away from his ragging lust, noticing towels lying on the floor. "What are they doing here?" he mumbled, grabbing one just to drop it instantly, catching the gut twisting stench of urine. "Gross…" he gasped. "Did you find something?" "More piss-soaked things." This time she grimaced as well. Curious he cautiously grabbed the second one. His eyes grew wide open as he lifted it off of the ground. The thick fluffy fabric, instead of behaving like it should have and flopping down remained perfectly straight, as if it was solid. "What the hell!” he mumbled, bringing it closer to his muzzle. At the first whiff of the scent emanating from the towel his cocks pulsed, jumping in the air as a powerful surge of orgasmic pleasure flooded him. He muffed a moan and, in a last coherent thought slammed the cum-drenched towel against his pulsing cocks before he succumbed to the pleasure, cum exploding from his two shafts as his knots popped out in the open, thick white seed splashing against the towel's drenched fabric, adding to the already dried alien cum.

He bowed down, groaning as his hips bucked in the towel, cum messily gushing and drizzling down on the floor. His maws hanged agape, tongue lolling out on the side of his muzzle and eyes fogged with bliss as he ejaculated, finally removing the absorbing towel and letting long ropes of wolf jizz coat the bedsheets in front of him.

Slowly he came down, basking in the afterglow as his last strands of seed falling between his paws, leaving him panting and deeply satisfied, filled with a feeling of fulfillment.

"Dereck" called out a voice, breaking through the haze of his lust. He tensed, realizing he was still in video communication with his mother. His cheeks turned red, warmth burning under his fur as be looked down. Him, that wanted to avoid embarrassing himself he had achieved the exact opposite. "Sorry…" he mumbled "I couldn’t help it… it's… it's the smell… it's overpowering… it's driving me wild." He stammered in shame. She nodded, lips pinched in skepticism. If only it had been a lie; the smell was indeed for most in his current predicament. He didn't exactly know who that appealing musk belonged to but he knew he wouldn't be able to resist its effects for long.

"Actually… your little display of self-pleasuring gave me an idea." "I don't like the sound of it." "Relax Dereck you won't have to do much." "I'm listening." "As you know we are in a critical situation: the news of the appearance of these two as reached undesired ears and now several planets are demanding answers, proofs of Lyam's existence." "And the other?" "No one knows but many recall spotting small vessel roaming around the system a few years ago and even the strongest forces fear the arrival of a possible new threat. But, regardless of that Lyam… is… "known" I put this between quotes because it still needs confirmation but if it is proved that he is part of that protected animal specie it could grant us immunity; even protection." "I see… but what does it have to do with me?" "As you know we haven't been able to perform any analysis on Lyam until now but you might be able to provide us the proofs we need." "So you want me to gather… samples?" "Yes." "What kind of samples?" "Anything you can provide us… scales… blood… essence." she hesitated on that last word.

"How am I supposed to do that? Lyam hasn't been very cooperative in that regard." "Who said he had to agree?" "You want me to harvest that from him?" "Exactly." "How am I supposed to do that? Scales… ok he loses some and I might be able to grab one but… blood… seed…?" "Well… indulge yourself…"

His jaws dropped upon hearing his mother's suggestion. "You want me to mate with these… creatures?" "Well… I'm sure they won't mind…" "And me who said I had agreed to that?" "It's your choice Dereck but remember, the sooner we will be out of this situation the sooner you'll be rid of them, the sooner you will be back to your rightful place."

He sighed; she was right, so damn right and he didn't plan to keep the two aliens in his house eternally. "I'll see what I can do…" he grumbled, wiping the seed of his cocks clean with the dirty bedsheet. "I'm counting on you my son." said his mother as a good bye before the communication ended abruptly.

In silence he put back his underwear, turning his mother's words in his head again and again. What he had told himself last night seemed to be truer today.

Someone knocked at the door. "What now!?" he growled. The door slid halfway open, unveiling the cold figure of Nick. "What do you want?" "We have another situation over there." he grunted. "Not again…" thought Dereck, on the brink of losing his mind "Alright I'm coming." he sighed as Nick's face vanished.

He went back to the living room. Only one step in the room later he was smelling the acrid stench of more urine. He snarled, rushing to the couch. "Really!" he roared, discovering the immense pool of yellow liquid staining the floor. "S-sorry" mumbled Lyam; staring down at his own mess with a guilty look on his face.

The dragon… or cloned dragon looked so ashamed, so guilty, so embarrassed that it made him forget his own instant of naughtiness; the face so red, so cute looking with eyes pleading for forgiveness and tears about to roll that all his anger faded away, leaving him simply dismissed and eager to hug the alien being, to cuddle him and comfort him like a little child.

That cute face did a quick job of softening him but regardless he had to be firm and let the dragon understand he shouldn't do it. "It's alright… it's alright… just… please don't do that again… I won't spend all day cleaning behind you." "I won’t." he promised "It's just… I forgot to ask where I could relieve myself." "Err… that's a really good question… I hadn't thought about it. Since you won't fit in the toilets… let's be honest… I think you'll have to go outside."

As he spoke he noticed a sly smirk curl Nick's lips. “Hmmm… might have to invest in a leash and a collar."

A glint of anger sparkled in Lyam's eyes but he showed nothing." "Alright then why don't you two go take a shower while I clean up?" "I was about to ask." chirped Lyam. "I just hope you'll fit inside." "Don't worry… let me handle that dirty lizard." chuckled Nick.

The two creatures turned around, walking toward the bathroom. "I forgot." suddenly let out Nick "I don't have other clothes." "I'll give you some of mine, they might be a bit too large but you should fit in."

"Thanks…" gratefully let out Nick as the two disappeared behind the door.

………

"A leash and a collar! You heard that!" roared Lyam, growling deeply "What an insult! What a disgrace!" "I think he didn't mean to offend you." "It doesn't matter! I'm… I'm not a freaking animal!" "Oh you surely behave like one." grumbled Nick. "Shut your mouth; before I choke you with my dick!" "No thanks; keep that filthy slit away from me." "They stop pissing me off!" "That's only payback for teasing me all the time." "Do you really wish to engage on that slippery slope Nick." "Just shut up and get into that shower." "I think it’s gonna be a bit cramped."

Indeed the bathroom was like the rest of the apartment, tight and compact, composed of a shower hidden in a corner behind blurry glasses; a sink with a mirror clowning it, a few cupboards and a hater. The room was a rather small square with only a tiny window that provided a few rays of light.

Nick threw a look at the shower; indeed it was small, large enough for him or for Dereck, but far too small for Lyam. "How am I supposed to wash myself in something that… tiny? Even the ship had bigger showers." "I know but we will have to make do with it." "It's not like we have a choice anyway." "Of course but… how am I supposed to clean myself?" "How do you do usually?" "Well… either I just stand under the showerhead and let the water flow over me… or I roll on my back and if I need to use soap I scrub myself with my paws… but… honestly a huge part of cleaning is licking myself… in areas I cannot reach…, that's why I prefer taking a bath; I have much more room in a bath tub." "Sadly we don't have that here." "So… how do we do then?" "Het in that shower and roll on your back… I'll clean you." grumbled Nick. "Oh such benevolence." "Shut up and get going." "You know… showering with my mate… it an idea I really enjoy." "Not me." "Why?" "Because I get to do all the cleaning." "Don't complain… I'll return the favor if you want." purred Lyam, winking deviously as he rolled on his back and; squirming like an eel managed to awkwardly crawled back in the shower. With a bit of struggling he managed to lean against the wall in a half sitting half lying position, only his tail swaying out of the shower, wiggling along the tile.

"Ready?" asked Nick, a hand on the showerhead, the other about to open up the hot water souce. "Be gentle please."

………

Dereck stood in the kitchen, washing his hands as he had just finished wiping all of Lyam's wastes. The apartment was again silent… aside from the sound of the shower and a few chirps and chirrs coming from behind the bathroom’s closed door. “Hot! Too hot!” yelled a voice. A smile curled his lips; apparently someone wasn’t enjoying the treatment. He sat on a chair; thinking about what had happened, about the proposal his mother had made; about his two dirty, naughty, unknown guests. Even if they had brought him to the brink of losing his temper and sanity with all their latest perverted actions he couldn't deny that deep within he enjoyed their company. They seemed open-minded, curious, maybe a bit too lewd and eager but overall adorable and fun and he had found himself enjoying their company and having fun so far.

His mother's words kept coming back to him, swirling in his head as he tried to grasp them, understand their meaning "indulge yourself.". He knew what she meant, what she wanted him to do and… deep inside he knew she was right. He knew that the alien's arrival and naughty way had awoken a long-dormant lust inside him.

Perhaps he would give in that urge but not for the promise of recovering what was his, his status, his duty; no, it would be for his personal pleasure.

………

Three days later

………

The three of them were sitting in a large space, face to face on opposite seats, strapped by tough harnesses. The silence was deep, tensed, only disturbed by the deep rumble of the engine. Through the nearest window Dereck observed the city leave place to thick, entangled trees hidden beneath a thick green hat; the jungle sprawling underneath them, extending its tentacles far past the horizon line; the leaf green canopy shivering in the wind, unveiling for a brief second patches of what lied below, entangled in the thick roots and branches. Lyam was admiring the view as well, his amber eyes going everywhere, curious, scanning everything they saw. The alien's curiosity hadn't ceased to amaze him over the last three days; Lyam seemed always eager to learn, in a constant search of new knowledges and the speed and volume of it he was able to absorb in such limited amount of time was enough to leave him speechless.

Nick on his side was sitting as comfortably as possible in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, staring at the opposite wall, lost in deep thoughts since the beginning of the journey ten minutes earlier.

Three days had gone by, three long days of leaving with the two aliens and learning more about them. They were a surprisingly good company; sharing his meals; talking without restrains on most subjects, and overall enjoying themselves.

There had been no incidents such as the one that occurred on their first day; the two of them being impressively quiet and respectful. He hadn't heard or seen them mate even once since that embarrassing moment; no weird sound had disturbed his night, no loud roar had echoed through the entire apartment, making the wall tremble and his fur straighten; even the stingy scent of cum had vanished from the air and bed after a few vigorous washing and cleaning.

The only hints of naughtiness he had caught were the numerous times he had spotted them kissing lovingly or cuddling on the couch.

He recalled that moment, the day before when he had come back with their meal for the night he had found his place surprisingly silent. He had perked his ears, no sound could be heard. He took a deep inhale, nothing special in the air, just the scent of three males living in the same confined space but no unusual hue, not the tangy stench of semen. However he immediately spotted the many pieces of clothing scattered in the living room; a vest lying on the couch's backrest, a pant dangling from a lamp, a shirt sprawled on the floor near a window, socks lying on a table, apparently thrown away and an underwear right before their room entrance. The door was wide open, leaving their two naked bodies tangled together. They were lying on the bed, Lyam on top, Nick on the bottom, their naked forms tightly pressed against one another, scales and skin rocking together. He had stepped in the entrance, watching the two alien creatures in silence as if he feared to disturb that intimate moment. Both seemed busy, almost sleeping, their half-lidded eyes lost in the other's body, their slow breathing intertwined as Nick’s hands fondled Lyam's flanks, his soft lips planting kisses along the dragon's neck and face. Lyam had his clawed paws exploring the human's body, touching his skin with extreme prudence and caution, making sure to keep his claws away from the soft looking skin, triggering light shivers all over his mate's frame while his snout nuzzled the upper half of Nick's body, his tongue sometime swiftly dashing out, lapping over Nicks pecs. He didn't know how long he stayed there, watching like a pervert the display of love and affection he only knew that it was long enough for things to heat up a bit. The two had stopped fondling, lightly panting, drowning in the other's eyes instead before their face met in a soft kiss. They resumed fondling, caressing, tickling with fingers or claws, their bodies shuddering under the other's skilled touch.

That first soft kiss quickly escalated into a wild and deep tongue kiss. The scene could have looked scary as Lyam opened his maw wide, unveiling sharp fangs glistening with thick saliva right before his jaws clamped around Nick's face. From where he was it looked like Lyam was trying to eat him but, as he tilted his head to the side he had discovered a completely different truth: the sharp fangs were softly resting against Nick's skin in a somewhat gentle embrace as their tongue were dancing in-between their interlocked jaws, intertwined deeply. Lyaam seemed to be leading the dance, growling as he pinned Nick down, shoving his broad tongue deep in the human's mouth, salivating like a hungry animal upon his soon-to-be-eaten prey but Dereck knew deep within that it wasn't that kind of hunger. When Lyam lifted his tail offering him a perfect view of his backside, his tight little reddish pucker at the junction between his body and tail, sitting right above a plump looking scaly sack tightly pressed against Nick’s own, scales mashing with scales, grinding as they rocked together, lost in their passionate kiss while their bodies twitched and shivered in bliss was enough to tell him what would soon happen. Their combined scents mingled, thickening the air; the arousing sight of their hindquarters brushing enticingly against one another in an enticing manner. He had backed away, stepping out of the room as silently as he could, pushing the door without completely closing it, padding away on his pawpads with a hand pressed to his groin" He had dropped his bags on the table and sat on aa chair, teeth gritted to not let loose a single moan. He had expected his home to be filled with the sound of rough alien mating, that the smell of cum would soon impregnate the air with its potent musky fragrance, that loud moans and growls would echoed through the rooms in a melodic symphony of raw pleasure that would arouse his senses. But none of that happened and, about ten minutes later the door opened before the two came out, happy and satisfied, only a few strings of dried spit dangling from their faces telling what had happened.

However even if there had been no screwing around for three days, these same three days had remained quite eventful all the same. A smile curled his lips as he recalled them all, some of them were absolutely hilarious.

For instance he remembered probably the funniest of them all. He had thought a long time about the first issue he had ran into: he couldn't let Lyam relieve himself everywhere, even less in his home and he had found no way to solve that problem aside from going out and letting Lyam do his thing on the grass… just like a pet owner would do.

Yet he knew Lyam wouldn't tolerate to be treated like an animal, even less to be tied to a leash and ordered around like a good obedient pet. He had seen his reaction, the shift in his behavior when he had mentioned it.

However he had shared his interrogations with his mother nonetheless, surprised when he saw her answer: she agreed with that. He remembered the message "Isn't it against some law or treaty about animal treatment?" "Not exactly; in fact Lyam is reported as a representative of an animal species so in terms of treatment he should be treated like such. So you may invest in a leash and collar and don't forget to clean behind; you know the policy on street’s cleanliness." "Thanks to remind me of that; I can't believe I'm gonna get my hands in some Alien dung… wonderful! Thanks you a lot mom!" "You're welcome." she had answered, not even hiding her mocking giggle "However I frankly advice against the purchase of a muzzle; that won't be appreciated at all." "I take note of that.

So, as a result he had purchased the said objects in the afternoon. When he had come back to the apartment it was to find Lyam sitting near the couch, twitching uncomfortably, his forepaws clutching to his underbelly, his face contorted with discomfort and shame. It was obvious that he needed to relieve himself and that his bowels were apparently full. "Guess what I think I found the solution to your predicament!" "Really?" he had chirped happily "please tell me."

He haad put the bag before Lyam and revealed the two objects; a proud smile plastered across his face. Lyam however was in a much different state, his joyful expression becoming colder, his wide smile turning to an angry snarl his eyes burning with rage from being fooled like this.

"Dereck… is this a joke?" he had growled, glaring at the two object with disregard "because if it is let me tell you it is a very bad one; there is nothing funny!" "Who said I was joking?" he had sniggered, sizing up Lyam's neck as he opened the collar. "Do you really think that's a way to treat a guest and a representative of another specie?" had growled Lyam. "Technically your specie is reported to be animals so… if you allow me you shouldn't be sentient and capable to speak." "How rude!" he had yelped, taking a step back "I see playing with laws isn't only a human custom" he had growled. Nick had said nothing; arms crossed over his chest, watching the scene unfold with a sly smile curling his lips.

"Look Lyam, I know it must sound offending to you but it's not like we have much of a choice in that regard… unless you have another solution which I'd gladly take." "I have one: what about I spray it in your face!" he had hissed, stepping closer with his fangs bared, his eyes blazing with anger.

Big mistake, before Lyam could react Dereck had lashed forward, grabbing onto the scaly creature's neck with one hand while the other tried to fit the collar around the scaly hide. Lyam squeaked, squirming, trashing, bucking in his grip, threatening to overpower him in one swift motion. He held on, managing to wrap his entire arm around Lyam's neck, right behind the base of his skull, immobilizing him in an uncomfortable position while his other paw tried to lock the collar. "Let go of me" growled Lyam, jerking against him with all his might. "Here we go…" he huffed, finally aligning the two parts of the collar.

Lyam had frozen; eyes shot wide, his growls turning to a gasp as the thick collar clamped shut around his neck. "You didn't dare…" he rumbled.

Dereck smiled, proud to see the collar fitted just fine around the thick neck. Lyam crammed his head down, trying to see the collar trapping his neck. When he had caught a glimpse of it he immediately rolled on his back, his claws trying to tear it apart, all attempts failing, his paws incapable to reach far enough, only scratching the surface. "Get it off!" he screamed, trying to reach it with a hind paw. He looked silly, like a dog trying to scratch an itch. He tried everything he could yet the damn thing was out of reach. Dereck was laughing, the scene was absolutely hilarious with the dragon trying with all his might to get rid of his new collar. "Stop laughing!" roared Lyam "it's not funny!" "Oh trust me it is!" sniggered Nick, hiding his laughter behind a paw. "Nick stop fooling around and help me!" had squeaked Lyam, begging his companion to help me. "Sorry man I can't!" "Why?" had winced Lyam in despair "because you're absolutely adorable with that." "Shut up and help me get it off!" "No chance; that fits so perfectly on you it would be a crime to remove it." he chuckled, patting Lyam's head. "Stop that!" he had growled, removing his head from under Nick's hand.

"That's so humiliating." he let out, frustrated, glaring at the both of them in frustration.

"Come on Lyam let's go." had sighed Dereck, breathless after laughing so much, tying the leash to the collar. "A leash now!” had exclaimed Lyam, springing on his paws, giving one strong pull on the leathery band, causing Dereck to topple over and fall flat on the ground. "Sorry but these are the rules" he grumbled, getting back up, tightening his grip on the leash as he wrapped the end of it around his clenched fist. "So adorable! you only lack a pet name." mockingly giggled Nick. "What did you say" rumbled Lyam, his thick tail slamming in Nick's ankles. He lost balance and fell back with a loud thud. "What was that for?" grumbled Nick. "Call me pet one more time…" warned Lyam, fangs bared, eyes throwing lightning.

Dereck had teased, realizing he had crossed a line. "Hey Lyam!" he had called, attracting the dragon's attention "let's get that over with" "You think I'll follow you?" he growled, tugging at the leash. "The sooner you do your thing the sooner I'll remove that collar." "Fine…" had sighed Lyam "let's go then."

They had left the apartment under Lyam's deep pissed off growls. They had met a neighbor in the hall. Dereck could recall the face he made when he saw Lyam grumbling and menacingly racking his claws on the floor behind him. "Nice pet you have there…" he had stammered, ears dropping in fear. Lyam had glared at him defiantly. The guy had reached out with a paw, trembling under the daring gaze "what's his name?" "Lyam; but I suggest you don’ touch him” “Oh really… why? He looks very cute… a bit big for me but handsome.” “You see… I just got it recently so he isn't very friendly…" "Thanks for the warning. See you later I suppose." Had gasped the man; pulling away.

Wish a brief salute he had vanished behind his front door.

They had headed for the elevator; or rather he had dragged Lyam to it, muscles bended as the angry dragon pulled from the other side, putting the leash under great strain, visibly hoping to break it. "Stop this…" he huffed, pulling harder, managing to bring Lyam a bit closer. The growling clone's jaws clamped shut on the thick material. He chewed on it for several seconds, surprised by the resistance it gave. "Hehe… surprise surprise, we know how to make tough things." Lyam let go, spitting in disgust, the taste appearing to be awful "now stop acting like a kid and let's hurry." Lyam followed more obediently, a beaten look on his face as they entered the small elevator.

It felt tiny and cramped; Lyam taking most of the available space, forcing him against the window composing half of the cabin; a half circle of glass and steel descending along the building's front. "Could you squeezing me like this?" he gasped, muzzle pressed against the glass. Lyam didn’t answer, observing the city outside.

He had finally shoved him aw. The elevator trip lasted for a good two minutes during which Lyam said nothing, only glaring hatefully at Dereck. "Hey stop looking at me like this it's not my fault; rules are the rules." "If only I had known…" sighed Lyam, keeping his voice down. "Beside it wasn't planned that you would live at my place." "I've noticed; your superiors must hate you for letting you handle the dirty business." "You have no idea." sighed Dereck as he pushed the door, inviting Lyam to step outside.

Surprisingly he didn't have to say it twice, Lyam almost rushed outside, knocking him to the side in the process. "Hey easy Lyam!" he huffed, the leash wrapped around his fist tightening. Before him Lyam stood still, his paws caressing the cool covering on the ground, a slick black material, his nostrils flared, taking in the many foreign scents, his eyes loosing themselves in the contemplation of a whole new place. Bystanders stared in awe at him when they passed by, a few cars even pulling up for their occupiers to lay their eyes on him just a few seconds but he didn't seem to care the slightest, even showing off a bit. A smile drew on his lips, his tail wagging happily behind him; all his rage and frustration looked to have faded away, leaving him utterly relieved.

Dereck gently pulled on the leash, Lyam immediately turned around, emitting a quizzical warble. The sound took Dereck by surprise. It was cute to see Lyam act like a dumb animal waiting for a command.

He had led him to a patch of grass and bushes. A nod was enough to indicate Lyam what to do. He stepped on the grass, finding cover behind a bush before squatting down.

Dereck kept his eyes on him, trying his best to act as casual as possible. A deep growl made all his hairs straighten. Lyam was looking at him, his expression clearer than any word could "look away!" He turned around, blush burning his cheek/ as he tried to focus on something else.

A long minute passed with only the noises of the street to fill the silence, the low rumbles of car engines passing by and the loud hiss of jets flying far above. "Are you done over there?" he enquired upon hearing a deep sigh.

Something bumped in his back, sending him stagger forward. He threw a look back, discovering a black and gold snout was taking most of his vision; amusement glinting in his amber eyes, a wide toothy smile spread across his lips, his tail flagged behind him. He looked playful, happy. "Heheh nice one Lyam." he chuckled, reaching out with a paw. He tensed, his pads making contact with soft scales. Lyam let the paw roam around his snout a few seconds, letting out a low purr. "Let's go" he whispered, breaking the soft contact.

Dereck nodded, firmly gripping the leash as they walked back to the apartment, Lyam's claws happily clicking on the floor behind him.

Once in the elevator Lyam had spoken "I have a proposition to share with you." he had let out after a long minute of silence. "Go ahead" "I'll behave like a good… pet…" he had spat that word with disregard "but only if you make me visit the city." He hesitated, rubbing his chin with a claw, pondering for some time. "Let me add my condition" had let out Dereck. "Which is?" "You don't make a mess of my home ever again; I won't spend all day cleaning behind you." Lyam had snorted annoyingly; taking a few seconds to think before replying "In that case let me add my own." he chuckled, his face showing no expression. "Alright I'm listening." "You don't give me pet names, you don't treat me like such in private and you'd better remove that damn collar when it is not needed." he stated, his voice harsh, echoing with held back rage. Dereck gave himself a few seconds to think under the heavy, awaiting gaze of the dragon. "So… do we have a deal?" growled Lyam, impatient, pestered by how long it was taking. "Deal" he replied, extending a paw. Lyam shook it as best as he could.

When they had gone back to the apartment Nick was waiting, sitting on the couch. Without a word Dereck had removed the collar. Lyam looked relieved and nuzzled him affectionately, even letting his tongue lick his furred cheek.

He had quickly pulled back, putting a clawed finger on the slimy trail as a crimson blush burned bright under his fur.

And here they were now, in that uncomfortable ship, heading for an appointment.

To be honest he was anxious, nervous to see how it would go and what would come out of it.

He tried to stay calm, taking slow deep breathes. "Chill out man… there is no reason to be so stressed. It's all gonna be fine; yes perfectly fine; it's all gonna go down smoothly" he thought to himself "maybe I'll even get rid of them.” he thought, a memory flashing before his eyes, a musky scent waffling at his nostrils, loud moaning filling his ears, lewd wet slapping noises echoing, like coming from within his head. His heart pounded harder, sending hot blood rushing in his veins.

The memory became more precise, hotter, the blurry image stabilizing, the scent intensifying, becoming more potent, the moaning louder and more ecstatic, the slapping more enticing. He knew it was all a dream, a lust induced picture but it felt so real. He could almost see his two guests mating, breeding wildly, who was topping or bottoming didn't matter, what was important were the hard cocks sliding in welcoming vents, scales or skin stretching around thick meaty cocks in torrent of juices and cum.

The heated image drawing in his mind was enough to stir his members to life, his sheaths bulging, swelling as he knew the tips of his twin cocks had emerged from their hiding, glistening with pre as they grew, scalding hot blood shooting in his engorging flesh.

He felt them swell, push against his trousers, forming a large tent in the front. He balled his fists, claws scratching his sensitive pads as he bit his tongue, tasting his own blood, trying to resist the wave of lust threatening to take over.

In his mind however the arousing scene his lust-addled brain had built seemed to be here to last, becoming harder to resist, impossible to ignore.

The image was now beyond the mere thought, so real it felt like happening right before his eyes, so real it felt like witnessing the two aliens going at it. Now he could see, or rather recall what he had caught by accident when he had spotted the two aliens kissing, naked on their bed. From the angle where he stood back then he had a perfect view of their bodies rocking together as they lovingly hugged and kissed, scales and skin grinding together. What was better was that from his position he could see their private parts, Lyam's inviting rump, that tiny red hole at the junction with his tail and body, his scaly ballcock in which rested two plump, full looking spheres; and underneath Nick's butt cheeks, his own hairy sack mashing with his mate's larger pouch, his flaccid member lying across his belly; so unusual with that layer of skin wrapping it.

The motion of the two bodies had become almost mesmerizing for him, a concoction of musky aromas floating in the air, flooding his sharp senses with a scent that made his head spin. It was so potent, so deeply impregnated in the air he swore he could almost taste the flavor upon his tongue. He didn't know who's musk it was exactly but he didn't care, the sheer smell of it had him salivating.

He leaned back in his seat, trying not to moan op pant too loud, keeping a casual attitude as best as possible, ignoring the urge to stroke his now fully hard dicks, two pointy peaks straining the fabric to its limits.

However, even the haze of his lust fogging his vision, clouding his mind with desire wasn't enough to erase what his ayes showed him.

In an instant the enthralling image was gone, shattered, the magical moment over, leaving him with two throbbing boners, his turgid length engorging even more with each heartbeat.

Before him, on the other side of the ship Lyam had stopped looking at the forest, instead focusing all his attention on him, his squinted eyes homed on his groin, a mischievous smile curling the corner of his lips, his tongue swiftly dashing out over his scaly lips.

He was hungry, hungry for one thing.

………

Nick emerged from his thought, he had been going back over all the events that had occurred since their arrival on that alien planet: Most of the CRS hope crew had died except for them, a soldier and a horny, cock craving clone; how they had been attacked then welcomed by the alien race, their short stay in a hospital and now their new life in that cramped apartment where he was almost suffocating. He had asked Dereck if he could come out with them while he walked his oversized pet out. Lyam had loved the idea, begging their host to accept but Dereck had always been categorical on the subject; the answer was no and there would be no negotiation. His reasons were understandable; Lyam could somewhat blend in but him… he would attract all the attention, maybe even trigger curiosity or fear from the inhabitants unused to see alien creatures; he had accepted that fact and waited, alone in the tiny place.

However these sometime long waits hadn't been vain; he had used that time to explore the apartment, easily finding all the small cameras and microphones scattered throughout their room. He hadn't been surprised of their presence here but quickly found out none of them were working, their inner circuits melted. A smile had warmed his face; there was no doubt Lyam's EMP generator had done a quick job of neutralizing them.

Using an alphabet and a translation Lyam had managed to pull out in an astonishing two days of devouring teaching books he had managed to enter Dereck's computer; which was none other than the huge TV screen linked to a portable keyboard.

"That wasn't such a bad idea after all" he had mumbled, impressed as he pressed different keys. His goal wasn't to spy or sneak into his privacy, only to gather some info on what the local information services were saying on them. He had quickly found what he was looking for, newspaper he had managed to decipher, TV programs his translator decoded for him; all of them saying the ship had been obliterated, it's crew shattered to dust with their vessel and that the remains had been removed and destroy, the soil cleaned of their presence. There was no mention anywhere of the battle in the depth of the jungle.

However as he roamed through the alien internet he discovered some unofficial article reporting a crashed fighter in the forest near a military airfield, another mentioning the still unexplained explosion of several transport ships, including a commandant vessel, carrying soldiers for a "combat simulation"; the military investigation pretending it was due to a malfunction.

Another spoke about unusual sounds coming from the forest like gunshots and canon fire that seemed to confirm the military training theory.

The author of all these articles was accusing the government of attempting to cover up something bigger, of attempting to hide a potential alien invasion. That was when he realized how the population seemed hostile to newcomers.

Then his eyes had fallen on another website, some sort of blog where someone signaled weird noises coming from the jungle in a forbidden area. Believing the author it sounded like voice shouting and something massive moving around.

That last detail intrigued him, did that guy notice a crash site where military forces were recovering parts of the human's destroyed ship? He would have bet his life on it.

He had closed everything, but before leaving he decided to clean the history, in case Dereck decided to check. In a minute all the websites he had gone to were erased, no one could know he had been there.

Curious, he decided to go forward, deeper in the history previous to his arrival. At first he found nothing interesting, until he had laid eyes on a strange website. He had clicked the link.

A wry grin spread across his face when he realized what was hidden behind the silly attracting name. Before him, on the large screen dozens, hundreds, no thousands of photos and videos had materialized "guess every man in the universe has to blow off some steam one way or another" he chuckled, clicking on one category highlighted in blue.

His grin widened "Why am I not surprised" he let, scrolling down, letting his eyes wander over the pictures. On most of them he could see well-endowed males of different age and specie showing off their tool, there were of all sizes and shapes, with knots, ridges, barbs, some had a paw, a hove, a hand on their tool, teasingly stroking it, or letting a bead of precum drool from their tip when they were not displayed in a lewd mating stance, their member sank balls deep in a hole whatever the gender, both showing face of pure delight.

"I'd rather not show that to Lyam." he chuckled, eaving the page, a clear picture drawing itself into his mind, an image of Lyam watching the screen, eyes glazed with lust, tongue hanging out from a parted, drooling maw, a paw vigorously pumping his fat, red, throbbing, pre-glistening hard cock. "Yes… definitely not" he had chuckled, a wild shiver running down his spine.

Speaking of that scaly devil, what was he up to?

He opened his eyes, letting out a discreet yawn.

The next instant he was tense, back to full awareness, brows furrowed, an angry snarl twisting his lips, his fists tightly clenched as he gazed upon a scene he had wished would never happen.

On the opposite side of the ship Dereck had frozen, so tense he could see his muscles under his furred hide; his breath was short and irregular as he squirmed nervously in his seat. Something was making him uncomfortable, and that very thing was easy to spot. "Lyam!" hissed Nickthrough gritted teeth. Lyam didn't answer, entirely focused on Dereck, eyes aimed at the wolf's crotch, hunger shining in his amber irises, jaws slightly parted, his tongue quickly dashing out, wetting his lips, spit gathering at the corner of his maw. His expression was terrifying, a face of raw desire, hunger; a starved beast that had caught the scent of a juicy prey.

Nick followed Lyam's gaze, finally noticing the prominent bulge straining his shorts, the source of Lyam's interest. "Lyam" he growled louder. Lyam remained oblivious to his call. The horny drake was salivating, claws racking against the metal floor, tail swishing behind him. Nick tensed, expecting to see Lyam rush to Dereck, tear his clothes and go to town on his package. He knew how ravenous Lyam could be when he was horny, even more when he hadn't ejaculated in a long time.

A shiver traversed his body; tensing his muscles with fear; it was like back on the ship, when Lyam had trapped and used him for sexual relief; not that he really minded but he remembered how desperate the clone was, how ravenous he became when it concerned dicks; would he really do that again? It wasn't less sure.

However he understood why Lyam acted like this: they hadn't mated in three days, not even touched each other in any sexual way, contenting themselves of loving kisses and passionate cuddles in their warm bed and Lyam had seemed fine with that. They had agreed to that after the incident. Actually the idea came from Lyam himself. It had come as a surprise, especially from the usually so lewd and horny being.

But deep within, even with his good intentions he knew Lyam's urges couldn't be contained eternally and it appeared they had chosen that moment to resurface again.

"Lyam!" he barked, not even managing to make his mate flinch, too enthralled by the sight of that large bulge. "Sorry man…" he whispered. Without Lyam noticing he reached forward, his hand latching around one of Lyam's stubby horn. The dragon finally noticed his presence as he looked away. But it was already too late. In one motion he yanked Lyam's head back, the male screeching in pain as he was pulled back. He tried twisting Lyam's neck around, bringing Lyam to face him, but the squirming and whining creature kept trashing against his grip, eventually heavily falling on his back with a loud thud along with a muffed huff. "What was that for?" he whined, staring at Nick from below. "Stop staring you freaking pervert." he growled, quickly switching their translator of. "I did nothing!" squeaked Lyam. "Don't try to lie; I saw you staring." "I did just that!" "Sure… and what about the creepy face?" growled Nick. "It's not me; it's his fault!" exclaimed Lyam, pointing at Dereck who had walked to the other side of the ship, showing only his back and tail hanging low "I smelled his arousal and let me tell you that, he has one potent musk." "Are you serious!? Can't you control your cock, you sex craved slut." "I know how to behave in public Nick." hissed Lyam, giving one powerful kick, breaking free from Nick's grasp. He rolled over and sat on his haunches "look" he growled, exposing his lower belly to the human. Nick tensed, hesitating to gaze at what Lyam wanted him to see. "Come on, don't be shy…" cooed Lyam "I know you like it more than you dare to say."

Nick grimaced, slowly lowering his face, his look meeting the gorgeous blend of black and golden yellow scales coating Lyam's belly until he met Lyam's hindquarter.

He was astonished, there was nothing; not a trace, not even a sliver of red flesh disturbing his perfect scales pattern, not even a sign of moisture around his slit. "See" chuckled Lyam, a proud smirk on his face, a mocking glint glimmering in his amber irises. "Excuse me guys we have arrived." called an embarrassed voice.

They both looked up, discovering Dereck, nervously looking at them, a light red hue coloring his cheeks. They both switched their translator back on and threw a look by the window he was indicating. Underneath them a new part of the city revealed itself, made of hundreds of small buildings widely spread around a much larger hexagonal shaped building. "What's that place?" enquired Lyam. "Looks important." commented Nick. "It's many thing." answered Dereck, slightly less nervous "It's a government official building." "Oh… what does it house?" enquired Lyam. "Too many things to list I'm afraid; but what interests us here today is the diplomacy division; their chief wants to meet you in person." "You mean your superior." "Indeed." "It could be nice…" whispered Lyam a bit too loud.

"Guys I'd rather advise you to be really serious and… formal with them, they are really important and influential officials that will decide of your fate on our planet." "I'm confident it will be fine." chuckled Lyam. "That's especially true for Lyam." growled Nick. "Chill out I told you I'll behave like a mannered pearson." "I'm still not sure about that." grumbled Nick. "Just… be serious and don't mess things up; that could go very well for both of you if you please her… I mean them." "Oh… so she is female; it's interesting to see a strong woman in charge of things." let out Lyam, more serious in his words than they expected "Should have dressed accordingly" "You dressed! I want to see that!" shouted Nick. “I won't wear clothes silly." growled Lyam "Just put on a bow tie or something like that." "You must look stupid with that." Sniggered Nick. "I have to admit I would have troubles staying serious with you around." giggled Dereck behind a paw.

"Why no one ever takes me seriously?" Sighed Lyam right before the ship touched down, bouncing slightly on its suspensions.

"Please follow me." ordered Dereck, unlocking the door. Outside they found themselves on a landing pad built about a meter over ground level. On the outskirts of the large landing area ten guards were waiting, all of them wearing impeccable white uniforms, gloves, white boots and a silly looking hat. On top of that each had a riffle in hand.

When the group approached they saluted quickly, solemn and cold like ice blocks. The troupe of soldiers formed circle around them, the leader of the formation pointing at the door then making a gesture toward his watch. No translators were needed for that simple command "hurry."

They headed for the door, forming a compact block. "They really want to hide our presence." thought Nick as he noticed a soldier toward the back throwing suspicious glances all around them, checking every corner behind them.

The large glass door automatically opened at their arrival, closing in the same cozy silence right behind them, leaving them in some sort of airlock where another set of doors unsealed after a few seconds, letting them enter a vast atrium. They had no time to admire the place, two soldiers had already rushed to a a door on the right side of the room, unlocking it with an access code on a complex looking pad, each grabbing a handle and pushing the door open, inviting them to follow in one gesture.

They obeyed, entering a large corridor windowed on one side, opening on a large inner court. They were given no time to even glance outside, the doors slamming shut behind him, the two guards keeping their position on either side of the door.

The group kept walking in a maze of corridors between nameless offices and unknown places, their progression rhythmed by the opening of more doors. At the end of their journey through the immense building and it's endless succession of corridors.

They stopped in front of yet another set of doors; these made of a thick wood on which a name was written in the alien's language. "Is this the place?" wondered Lyam. "Yes it is." answered Dereck, watching the two last soldiers take position on each side of the doors. "I'll leave you two here; Miss Swighraz requested to see you alone." he explained "However I won't be far; I'll wait for you here." he finished.

"Alright then." mumbled Lyam, taking a deep breath.

The massive wooden door opened before them, unfolding a large office which walls were made of clear old wood.

Behind the double doors stood a tall wolfess, her white fur gleaning in the light. "Good afternoon gentlemen." she saluted. "Good afternoon madam." they replied politely. "Sargent VanHevreyk" "Miss Swighraz." Answered Dereck in a solemn tone. "I suppose you are our new visitors" she added "Indeed miss." replied Nick, as serious as possible "My name is Nick and it's an honor to meet you madam." he continued, extending a hand.

She seemed to hesitate, doubtfully observing the alien hand. "Apologies… old habits I suppose." mumbled Nick, cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

"What my friend tried to say is that shaking hands is a custom among our kind, it is the formal way to salute people and is seen as a symbol of understanding, agreement and peace." explained Lyam with a calm voice, coming at Nick's rescue. "In that case" she replied, grabbing Nick's hand in her paw. "It is a pleasure to meet you Nick."

After a strong handshake, a warm welcoming smile she moved to Lyam, spending a long time observing him, detailing every inches of him. Lyam didn't move, letting her gaze wander over his scales, keeping the same inviting smile curling his lips. "A pleasure to meet you…" she stopped, realizing she hadn't ask his name. "Forgive me; I forgot to introduce myself" apologized Lyam "my name is Lyam." "Well Lyam, it's a pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure is mine Miss." he replied with an amical tone, carefully shaking her paw. Nick tensed; knowing all too well these words had another meaning in Lyam's dirty mind.

"Could you please follow me into my office?" "Surely» replied Nick.

They entered, the doors closing behind them.

"You have a wonderful looking office if you allow me." complimented Lyam, gazing at the immense room, his paws caressing the soft floor. "Thank you but the decoration isn't my doing: it's in the state my predecessor left it; as did the one before and so on." she replied, throwing her office a strange look, almost nostalgic "but it has lost some of its former glory and prestige." "It is still as beautiful as you are Miss.”

Her lips pinched, Lyam took a step back, a discreet smile curling Nick's lips. He knew Lyam had just crossed a line. "Anyway, enough flatters we have more serious matters to discuss of." she stated in a more formal tone, all hints of joviality gone from her voice. She sat to her desk, joined her hands, her perfectly manicured claws crossing in a gesture too often repeated, her eyes going over the two alien creatures with a mix of expectation and tension. "Please have a seat." she let out after ten seconds of Unbearable silence.

The two shared a nervous look, waiting for the other to do the first move. Lyam gulped down and sat down on the spot, his back against one of the sofas, his forepaws placed in a way it was nearly impossible to see his belly. Nick sat next to him on the edge of one of the large comfy looking sofa.

"First I would like to apologize in the name of my kind for the way you have been treated. We usually don't act so vehemently toward visitors but we weren’t expecting any." "We understand we weren't aware of the presence of a civilized race on this planet either." spoke Nick with an acknowledging expression. "Still, it was no reason to shoot you down without any warning; the army command reacted poorly and without thinking." "I know my kind would have done the same in a similar situation." sighed Nick, knowing all too well the outstanding number of vessels shot down because they had accidently penetrated a restricted airspace. "It is partially our fault as well" added Lyam "we shouldn't have trespassed; we should have been more careful." he let out in a low whisper "but we are no commander, we don't give order, we simply obey and follow directions." "Still attacking your ship was a terrible mistake." "If you want my opinion madam that entire operation was a massive mistake" let out Lyam, exasperated "As you know now we lacked proper knowledges of your system and the analyzes weren't properly done to ensure the success of our expedition." "Now that you mention it I would like to know what the goal of your mission was." "Simply put our task was to explore this galaxy, locate resourceful planets or confirm thoughts on some of them and prepare them for future resource gathering." detailed Lyam, letting out all the knowledges he had devoured on the mission. "I suppose what interested your kind in our planet was its storage of wood?" "Among other things" admitted Lyam, a mysterious smile forming on his lips as he watched her eyebrows rise in interest. "However we never managed to notice your presence on the surface." "We are quite good at hiding." she let out with a knowing smile "When the forest that interested you aren't trying to bring our civilization back to stone age it is what comes from the star." she leat out, sorrow peaking in her voice. "I'm afraid I don't get what you mean." mumbled Lyam, scratching his neck with a claw. "We aren't the only developed specie living in this galaxy and as you might have guess some of them have made their intentions clear; they want to expend their reach beyond the borders of their planet and for some of them our planet is a target of choice for them… for the same reason you came here." "Now I understand the… how to put this… definitive solution." "I'm awfully sorry it had to happen but we have already fought our way through several invasion attempts, each of them failed but every time they claimed hundreds of ours with them, dead or alive." she said, her tone becoming darker, deeper, her voice lower, almost a tiny whisper as she went further in her story. "And yet even though we succeeded in withstanding their assault each time they went one step closer to victory, each time our situation became more desperate so we decided to hide, to become invisible. We found ways to disappear, to be unnoticed while being able to take down our enemies before they could reach us." she stopped, watching the two Aliens squirm uncomfortably before her. She took a deep breath and continued "and as you have been able to witness it is very effective." "There is no denying." huffed Nick. "Haven't you tried to… attack?" interrogated Lyam. "We would love to but we don't have the fleet, the technology and the number to take on an entire armada. I have to admit that we would need help in order to oppose a better resistance."

"I expected you to say that." sighed Lyam, exchanging a knowing look with Nick. "We understand your issues and we appreciate the way you have tried to make up for the intergalactic failure that was our arrival but…" pursued Nick "As much as we want to help I'm afraid we can't; on our own we won't be able to help in any way." "May I know why?" she asked, nervously biting her lower lips; her mingled fingers clutching harder. "We are not the ones giving orders and we won't be of any help on our own." explained Nick. "You see madam we aren't any high ranked personnel with power and influence to raise an entire army." added Lyam. "Also… the two of us are helpless; we can't call our commandment." "Yes and even with that we aren't sure they would agree to help… or if they'd send their army to wipe out the entire planet instead?" "For what reason?" "Well… you must be aware that shooting down a neutral ship is considered an act of war."

She cringed, her fingers gripping her desk. "Well… er… it wasn't our intention to destroy your ship…" "And with that almost all its crew; including the only people that could properly negotiate with both you and the consortium that sent us." "If only the idiot handling the gun had used his eyes before pressing the trigger." "He only obeyed; the orders came from above." replicated Nick "we could go all the way up the ladder to the person in charge of your defenses without agreeing on a culprit." "But it doesn't matter" cut Lyam "what is done cannot be erased; what we can do however is try to focus on the future and on maybe starting a new; more peaceful relationship between civilized people." "You're absolutely right!" she shouted, clapping her hands happily, relief enlightening her face "but before we start I would like to know more about both of you." "It is our pleasure to answer you." purred Lyam. "First I want to know your rank and function onboard your ship." "I was a sergeant if military glades are similar here; my job was to maintain peace on the ship and protect the exploration teams once on the planet." described Nick. "And you Lyam?" "Oh well… it is… a bit more complicated; I don't have a proper… ranking among the crew… clones like me aren't given any rank you see… but my task was to assist the scientific team in their job in all the ways I could, by providing knowledges, carry things around, manipulate hazardous materials… well… in theory I mean." "You said knowledges; do you know that much?" "He devours more books per day than he actually eats." Sighed Nick "you should honestly see him; when something has caught his interest he has to know everything about it." "Let's just say I'm a very curious being; every new knowledge… fascinates me, everything I don't know is a source of interest, and your planet has been an endless source of that for me." "He has already learned your language." chuckled Nick. "Learned is a big word; I only managed to translate it. Beside it still needs tweaking." "I'm curious to see the result of your work"" she admitted, fascinated even more by the scaly creature; eying him intently. "It would be an honor to share it with you." replied Lyam, bowing his head down. "Wonderful" she let out, a claw scratching a corner of desk.

Nick tensed, noticing it wasn't only a wooden desk, discovering the large black rectangle crimped in the wood; she was taking notes on a tablet. She took a few seconds to think, her gaze going from one to the other alien "well… I'd like to ask you one last question; in the eventuality of a contact establishment between us and your specie could you try to… how to put it… turn facts to our advantage." she questioned, her lips nervously twitching.

"We could." replied Lyam, not leaving Nick a single second to hesitate "but even in that case we can't guarantee they will care. By that I mean an old reconverted ship lost in foreign space in an unexplored galaxy it's nothing more than a scratch barely even an issue, they won't even notice it's disappearance in the fleet; I’m not even sure they are aware of the ship’s destruction and if they do it’s not even sure they would bother with such loss. However in that possibility it would be easy for us to pretend we crashed or had a major failure onboard; this ship has been renowned for its astronomical number of failures, flaws and breakdowns it would only be one more to the long list." "Yes this ship didn't have a good reputation" approved Nick "it was considered a flying coffin."

She let out a deep breath, leaning back, more relaxed in her comfortable chair "I won't lie; this a news I'm relieved to hear." Nick cringed, trying to keep up his smile. "Nevertheless, until we can make contact with your superiors I wish to make your stay on our planet as enjoyable as possible." "And we would gladly share our knowledges with you and bring our expertise to those constructing a communication device." "I am pleased to hear that." "Speaking of which have you recovered the entirety of the ship?" Enquired Nick. "The latest report stated that ninety-five percent of the wreckages have been recovered." "You haven't found everything yet?" gasped Lyam in surprise. "No… you see… some very large debris are hard to remove and other crashed in areas which are almost inaccessible and require a lot of time and efforts to be removed." "I see… I see…" murmured Lyam, rubbing his chin pensively. "I'll let you know when we have recovered everything. But before that if you have any demands we will try our best to satisfy them as best as possible."

They shared a thoughtful look, silently waiting for the other to speak first. "Actually now that you mention it I have a request to submit to you." purred Lyam. "I'm listening." she replied with an encouraging smile. "I was wondering if we could move to another place. I mean the place we are now is nice and we are in a good company but it is a bit small… for me at least." explained Lyam. "I have to admit the place is too small for him." chuckled Nick. He saw Lyam grimace, baring his fangs for barely a split second before putting on a warmer face. "We are actually working on that. Usually we don't receive visitors in such… inappropriate places but we didn't have a place where you could… fit… if you allow me." "I know my size is sometime a bit cumbersome" admitted Lyam with a forgiving expressing. "I will contact you when that new place will be ready to house you, but until them I'm afraid you will have to make do with what you have now." "It will be alright and we greatly appreciate your benevolence." murred Lyam, almost kneeling before her. "I do have one question; when will we be allowed outside?" "Well… I don't know… you see it's a bit more complicated than it looks; no one here has ever met any alien being aside from the battlefield so we are unsure of the reaction. However we have recently noticed strong desire to open to other races; to other cultures and meet with the other inhabitants of the system. But despite that we would rather take what we call necessary precautions; we don't want another tragic mistake again do we?" "Surely not miss." yelped Lyam. "We will examine your case and see if it is safe to let you out with some protection of course." "Naturally" approved Lyam. Nick nodded silently. "I have heard that you are getting along well with the sergeant” it took them a few seconds to understand she was talking about Dereck "I hope you don't mind if he stays with you." "Absolutely!" shouted Lyam, taking everyone by surprise.

Nick threw his mate a suspicious glance, noticing that usual deviousness glinting in his amber eyes, a wicked smile curling his lips. It lasted for a split second before vanishing, leaving that utterly amical looking expression. "Alright then I think we have been through everything; I hope to see you again soon." "Us to madam." purred Lyaam, vigorously shaking her hand. "It has been a pleasure to meet you gentlemen." "For us too miss." replied Nick, a broad smile plastered across his face as he shook hand with the alien wolfess, her fur feeling so soft and warm to the touch.

"I will warn you when your new home will be ready." "And if you need our assistance for anything we will be happy to help." "I will keep that in mind." she promised. She pressed a button on the tablet lodged in the board. The next second the door opened, the same two guards making a large alley for the two aliens; their faces as expressionless as before. "I wish you a wonderful day." she let out, inviting them to leave. "You too miss and thank you for welcoming us so benevolently on your soil."

She smiled, slightly bowing her head down in respect.

………

"What are they doing in there?" grumbled Dereck.

He was sitting aside on a large chair, the large imposing doors taking all his attention. The two guards hadn't move, perfectly immobile like living statues, only their eyes moved, scanning the area around them, their riffles held against their chest.

It have been more than ten minutes now; the longest ten minutes of his life. He had spent them shifting uncomfortably in his chair, trying to find a better position, the closed door always at the center of his vision, obsessing him; his mind going wild with questions, wondering what was happening behind those closed doors. His perked ears caught no sound, leaving him clueless. It was so absolutely frustrating to be here, wondering, asking himself what was going on in the room. He couldn't stop wondering, his mind wandering to the weirdest and naughtiest extends. Usually he wouldn't give a shit about his mother; their past had been rough and they preferred to be far from one another. But today, with the two aliens in her office fear had taken a hold of him and wasn’t ready to let go. Everything could happen with those two; they could be saying complete bullshit, or making fun of him or worse…. A shiver ran down his spine, his claws gripping the armrests, his jaws clamping painfully shut. He shook his head, trying to get rid of that last misplaced thought. "Chill dude everything's gonna be fine; they're just probably talking about planetary business, stating their intentions and maybe planning for the future "hopefully they'll leave my apartment soon." he whispered, his line of thought deviating toward the room Nick and Lyam shared. Even with his efforts and cleaning the room was wearing their mark, a mark that wouldn't go away soon. Their manly scant lingered in the air, a mix of sweat and musk that made his nostrils flare every time he passed by. And it wasn't even the worst. The air inside was thicker, damper due to the fact he had ordered them to not open the windows and keep the curtains closed when y they were inside which was most of the time making the air inside almost unbreathable for him. And in the blend of all their scents another peaked out, the so arousing and pestering stench of potent cum. He had washed the bedsheets several time but never managed to completely erase the smell, only managing to clog a pipe and his washing machine with that sticky substance. The towel however was completely ruined, soaked with a disgusting mix of cum and urine (some of it belonging to him), and he had resolved himself to throw it in the garbage can.

There was no doubt in his mind most of the gross stuff staining the room belonged to Lyam; he had heard him once through the door. He was sitting in the living room; writing his report on his tablet, Nick taking a shower and Lyam locked in the room. After some time with only the noise of the shower to fill the silence he had begun hearing odd noises coming from the room. At first he had tried to ignore them, focusing all his brain on his writing, he had to send it before the end of the day but the sound became increasingly louder as they became more annoying. He had padded closer to the room, pressing his ear against the panel. His fur had instantly chilled; bristling as he finally identified the sound. Moans, muffed moans and groans accompanied by lewd suckling noises. He had tensed; he wanted to pull away, to leave Lyam to his business but his body simply refused to move his ear like glued to the door, his groin stirred to life by the hot action going on the other side of that thin door. He hadn't moved a claw, even quitting his breath to not raise the dragon's awareness.

It didn't take long before Lyam reached his peak, his panting and moans quickening, the suction sounds speeding up, becoming so loud he couldn't control the paw that reached down to his growing cocks. With a muffed roar Lyam had orgasmed, huffing in discomfort, the disgusting noises replaced by loud gurgles and gulping. Was he swallowing his seed? Probably. He had grimaced; imagining the dragon swallowing mouthfuls of his thick spunk. He had no trouble visualizing the scaly creature gulping down hungrily; savoring the taste of his own essence. Soon, too soon it was over, Lyam had stopped, almost no sound coming from the room, only a slow shaky breath and a low satisfied purr.

He had moved away right in time to get back to the couch and pretend to be busy: The next second the door had slid open on an obviously relieved dragon. Instantly the strong smell of hot cum had assaulted his nostrils. He had grimaced, hiding his discomfort by plunging back into his report.

He had tried his best to stay focused, to ignore the invading scent slowly spreading in the room, wrapping him in it's arousing tentacles but he couldn't stop sensing Lyam's gaze weighting heavily on his back. He had thrown a look behind, freezing in surprise as his eyes met the two amber orbs gleaning with malice, an almost silly smile floating on his lips, making him all the more nervous and twitchy. A few white strings tainted his chin white while Lyam kept his gaze glued to the wolf.The stare had lasted a good minute, a long tense minute of almost terrifying looks. Thankfully the arrival of Nick in the room had brought an end to that disturbing moment, Lyam immediately rushing in the bathroom, almost shoving his mate out.

It was obvious to him now Lyam was the horniest and lewdest of the two; Nick, even though he knew he enjoyed being naughty with his friend knew when and how to restrain himself. Lyam however looked like he would bring himself some relief whenever and wherever it pleased him.

A lone, disturbing thought slithered in his head, a picture in which he saw Lyam and his mother in a pretty awkward situation, a scene that almost made him throw up. He saw the scaly creature On top of his mother, completely dominating her as his big hard cock plowed her pussy, pounding away in her soaping cunt; his plump balls slapping against her folds while Lyam growled deeply above her; ready to pump buckets of his thick creamy seed inside her. He tried to shake off that idea, repulsed by the mere thought of it. "Stop imagining crazy things Dereck; he isn't stupid enough to do that" he grumbled shifting again on his seat.

To his own relief he saw the guard finally flinch and reach for the door and in a perfect sync opened them.

He jumped to his feet, unwrinkled his clothes as he saw the first glimmering golden scales. "So how did it went?" he enquired right when they came out. "Pretty fine I'd say." let out Lyam, not giving any detail. "Good good… now let's head home; I'll warn the pilot." "Sure thing." approved Lyam.

"Could the Sargent VanHevreyk come here?" called a voice from inside the office. "Yes mo… madam I'm coming right away." he replied "Stay here I won't be long." "Actually we'd like to walk around a bit." Suggested Lyam. "Bright idea!" approved Nick with a unhidden happiness. "Well… I don't know…" "Let them take a bowl of fresh air." said a voice.

He tensed, straightening; stiffening; his breath cut short, sensing the presence of his mother right behind him. He hadn't felt her arrive, taking part in the conversation. "Captain Jemson could you lead our guests to the inner court?" "At your orders madam." he replied, saluting before turning to the two creatures looking at him with doubtful expression. "Please follow me." he grunted, heading in another corridor. "Catch you later!" shouted Dereck as they disappeared behind a corner of wall. "Come on Dereck we have to talk." grunted her mother. He didn’t move, keeping his eyes on that corner of wall "Relax they will be fine." she sighed, landing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.

The Lone guard remaining closed the doors. The two massive wooden panels slamming closed.

………

"Pan that was the best idea you ever got in that lusty brain of yours!" exclaimed Nick, taking a deep inhale, filling his lungs with a chilling fresh air. "I knew you would like it" chirped Lyam "and I have to admit I needed that too; it was getting unbearable in there." he sighed.

They were walking in a large alley between plants and bushes covered of blossoming colorful flowers of all sizes and shapes. The happy thrill of birds hidden among the leaves gave the silent place a feeling of peace and calm. Their smelled of spring, full of foreign scents blended together in a sometime heady concoction, uniquely intertwined in a sweet, sugary fragrance that put a broad smiling their faces. "I have to say this place looks gorgeous" commented Lyam, taking in the scent of a blood-red flower. "As fancy as the consortium's official buildings." Grunted Nick. "Maybe; I've never been in one so can't really compare." "True."

They had been wandering for five minutes in a large maze of alleys and scents, hidden in the entanglement of bushes, trees and other plants. Nick remembered the instructions given by the guard "don't touch anything, don't try to leave this place and if you want to go in knock at this door." he had grunted, taking his place next to it.

These few minutes of wandering through the alley, of exploring that fragment of their new world was pure delight and relief to them. "I could spend all day here!" shouted Nick, taking another deep breath. "Me too." agreed Lyam. "It sucks to be stuck in that tiny apartment all day! I'm suffocating there!" "I understand you Nick; it's even smaller from my point of view." "Thank you I had noticed." grumbled Nick, remembering the time where he had helped Lyam clean up, washing away all the cum staining his pristine scales and clogging his holes; possibly the worst moment of his whole life. But on the other hand he was happy to have spent that time with his lover. It still felt weird to think of Lyam in such a way but his brain was slowly getting over it.

"Oh my goodness! Look at that!" shouted Lyam, a few steps ahead of him. The dragon had his head crammed back, his snout pointing at a tall monument standing at the middle of a large circular place.

He followed his mate's gaze, his eyes roaming on the tall thing. It had a square base about five meters long and reaching high over the roof, probably reaching so high it could be seen from nearby sky scrapers. On top of it, over a pointed tip that reminded him of a pencil on which sat a massive golden globe. From that angle the supports were barely visible, a mere golden string linking the sphere to the tip as if to prevent it from flying away. What was more disturbing were the columns of symbols carpeting the slick perfect surface, forming thin lines in the white rock. "What does it mean?" "If only I knew." grunted Lyam "I have a memory capacity that goes beyond the borders of imagination but I'm not a fucking computer; I can't remember everything. Beside I would need my notes to translate all of that." "Too bad. Any idea on what it is?" "No clue." murmured Lyam, examining the slippery sloped rock "one thing is sure now I know humanity isn't the only sentient specie fond of having oversized dicks as monuments. Do they have something to compensate for?" he sniggered, throwing Nick a mocking glance, eying at his crotch. “Go eat a dick Lyam!" huffed Nick "You're the only one seeing dicks everywhere." "I’d gladly do that but… oh… tell me… have I hit a sensitive nerve?" he giggled teasingly. "Shut your mouth or I'll impale you myself on that massive phallic monument as you call it." Lyam observed the tall object planted in the ground, sizing it up "good luck with that. I think it's a little bit too big for me." "We shall see about that." grunted Nick, staring intently in his mate's eyes. A mischievous smirk grew on the scaly lips, Lyam's provoking eyes darted at him invitingly.

Yet Lyam was quicker than him, reaching forward and slathering Nick's face in saliva before the human's hands could grab onto his horns. Nick flinched, jaws gaping in surprise as he let the broad slimy tongue roam over his skin, leaving warm slimy trails behind. "Come on… let's go before you get other… naughty ideas." purred Lyam, walking away with his tail flagged high, leaving no place for imagination, his rump on a magnificent display, his small wrinkling hole, his heavy sack dangling between his legs. "Tease…" he huffed, following his friend in yet another alley.

"That place looks perfect!" shouted Lyam after a minute of walk. Nick stepped in a junction where two alleys crossed perpendicularly in a rather small lozenge shaped area in the middle of which stood a small fountain. Lyam was pointing at a rocky bench sitting near the edge of the basin where a clear water gurgled. "Calm… peaceful, quiet, out of view and no one in sight… yes it's perfect." he purred, stepping toward the bench, keeping his eyes on Nick, his amber orbs glazed with a puzzling expression. "Don't tell me you want to do it here and now!" let out Nick, exasperated by Lyam's lack of restrain. "No I don’t" growled his mate, hoping on the bench, splaying on the slick marble, belly oriented toward the sun, the golden portion glowing in the light beams "although it sounds interesting but we don't have the time for that… unless you just seek a quick handjob or a taste of my cock." chuckled Lyam. "You're gross Lyam." "I know… that's in my nature apparently." he sighed, basking in the sunlight "but I have to admit I wouldn't have minded a quick relief… but… *sigh* but I'd rather take my time." "Take your time; damn I'm sure I haven't heard that word in your mouth before." "Yes I know…" huffed Lyam "but since I'm with you I realized how much I have neglected foreplay and now I prefer to take my time and savor each second of it rather than hurry for the big climax." "Damn what has gone into your mind lately?" enquired Nick, sitting next to Lyam's snout, his half lidded golden eyes observing him pensively. "So does that mean the horny drake is gone?" "Don't count on it I still have a lot of cum for you to feast on and a hard cock for you to worship." "Hey don't reverse roles I'm not the cock hungry bitch here." "Maybe but you don't mind when I let you touch it."

Nick stayed silent, caressing Lyaam's neck, listening to his mate's low satisfied purrs. "You know… what you suggested isn't such a bad idea. I'd love to mate with you in the wilderness, only the two of us, no one to complain or disturb us, no one to yell at us or to be grossed out by the mess we make, just the two of us, a comfy patch of grass in the middle of nowhere and cum… a lot of cum…" he moaned "and big dicks." "You know it was interesting until you brought up the breeding." "Don't pretend I know I’ve got you aroused." "Just a bit." "That's already a good start." he purred, nuzzling Nick's thigh. Nick let his gaze wander on Lyam's belly, taking a furtive peak at Lyam's gender. He was surprised to see his slit tightly shut, no hint of red disturbing the marvelous gold and black belly scales. "I'm impressed." he let out "I didn't expect you could hold back so long." "What do you think Nick?" he growled "I'm not stupid I know how to behave in public. Still… you're right it has been hard, you have no idea of how much I wanted to rip your clothes and *moan* feel your naked body and… your hard cock inside me." he moaned, rocking against Nick. "It's good for you to hold back sometime" chuckled. "I know… but it's… hard… I feel so full… so… pent up. You know Nick… days are longer here than back where we came from and my body is screaming to me to scratch that pesky itch in my balls. It feels like a week since I've cum!" he shouted, shivering in place, his eyes lowering to his own crotch "but… in the meantime I don't want to annoy you with my issues" "that's so nice of you." “Nick stop making fun of me I'm serious!" he growled, looking menacing for the first time "I don't want our relationship to be all about sex and nothing else. I mean… sure we are probably going to mate a lot… but I don't want it to be the whole point of it! I want to have a true relationship with you, not just some untamed urges and bathes in warm cum although that thought turns me on quite a lot."

"That's nice of you Lyam." "I can be gentle and caring when I want." purred the drake, affectionately nuzzling Nick's belly. "But… I'll let you know when my urges become too much… unless you wish to help me with my current predicament." "We will see about that." sighed Nick, patting Lyam's head.

"And then we will make sure to make the entire building tremble, everyone will hear us moan…" "As lewd as always." Chuckled Nick with a wry smile. "I just don't want to hide it; I want everyone to know you are my mate." "You mean you just want everyone to hear you scream." "Maybe…" he giggled.

Lyam went silent, lost in his thoughts, his lips twitching nervously. "Can I tell you a secret?" "Sure…" "Come closer." whispered Lyam, keeping that so called secret covered under a veil of mystery. "I know for certain it had worked on someone already." whispered Lyam when Nick's ear made contact with the scaly snout. "Really?" "Yes… someone has been very… receptive to my usual horniness as you call it." "What!? Who?" “Our host has shown some… interest." "Lyam don't take your fantasies for realities." "I'm not; I'm basing on actual facts." "What do you have to prove what you pretend?" "First and for most I smelled him in our room. Apparently our combined musk had a much more impressive power on him than I had imagined and it appears he has enjoyed himself…beyond what reason allows." "Ew that's gross! But… are you sure of that?" grunted Nick, his face contorted with disgust, visualizing the alien wolf climaxing, overtaken by the sheer potency of their blended smells, spraying his creamy seed over their bed. "I'm certain… I even tasted his cum." "You are disgusting Lyam?" gasped Nick, on the brink of throwing up. "Where did you even found that?" "He had left a few droplets on the ground I just had to lick them. Plus I also found the towel you used to clean me and it was blanketed in cum… mine… and his." "Stop there that's nasty!" yelled Nick, looking away, his stomach painfully knotting. "And it's not even the juiciest bits yet." cooed Lyam "I caught him listening to doors when I was… blowing some steam and that cutie pretended nothing happened… so adorable." he moaned, a paw sliding down his belly, a claw teasing his puffing slit. "And there is that last thing… I'm not sure but… I think he came light after you fell asleep on the first night and I think… our smell bothered him. I'm almost sure I saw him leave with his dick out."

Lyam let out a loud moan, his claw sinking in his moistening slit, wiggling inside his quivering vent.

Soon a strong musk waffled at Nick's nose as a red tip emerged from the wet slit; Lyam stopping his ministration to grasp at his growing member, stroking it rapidly as it swelled, engorging with burning hot blood.

In no time he was standing at full mast, his knot inflating as his paw moved up and down his shaft, teasing the flaring ridges as beads of precum drooled from the pulsing tip.

Quickly he found his pace, pumping his paw up and down his shaft, only stopping to give his dick a firm squeeze, forcing squirts of clear precum out, dripping down on his lower belly. His eyes were hazy, his brain flushed with lust, his maw opened on a deep rumbled, his tongue wildly lolling out. His brain seemed to have gone dark, oblivious to the outside world, careless as he ravenously jerked off, his loins convulsing with how much seed was packed inside, his cock twitching in his grip. "If only he could stop being shy and show me that huge wolf dick… it must be such a marvelous beauty… and it must taste as wonderful as it smells." moaned Lyam, lost in his fantasy. L"Lyam…" growled Nick, balling his fist, his eyes homed on the jumping sack nestled between Lyam's hindlegs. Lyam didn't react. "And the flavor of his cum must be so d…"

A sharp cry ripped the silence apart. Lyam arched his back in pain, his eyes bursting wide open, his clawed paw leaving his member right in time for the convulsing spear to erupt with thick milky white ropes of cum.

He fell down, landing flat on his belly, half whining half moaning as thick geyser of potent seed kept gushing out of his bloated cock.

He rolled over, his face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain as jets of sticky whiteness landed all over his face.

He let out a muffed moan, his orgasm quickly coming down, his balls throbbing in their pouch.

"That was the most painful orgasm of my life!" he whimpered, turning his gaze toward Nick. "Why did you do that?" "Don't you think it's a bit… unappropriated?" growled Nick. The information took a long minute to reach Lyam's brain, as if it decided to visit other areas first.

Finally Lyam's eyes opened wide, his pained grimace vanishing, replaced by shame, guilt and worry. "Nick… I… I… I'm sorry…" he mumbled, slowly rolling on his belly, warm seed dripping from his face. He rose to his paws and walked back to the bench, his half hard member dangling limply under him, slowly retreating back in its hiding. "Did… did you feel offended by… what I said?" "Of course I did!" exploded Nick, angrily staring at his mate. Lyam looked down, avoiding direct eye contact "don't you think it's insulting to talk about other male's pains next to your mate? Even worst to dream of them?" "Yes… I know I… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to. I'm sorry… I'm so awfully… I didn't think you would feel bad about it." "We aren't all obsessed by big dicks." "Yes… I know… I… I didn't realize it could be… offending. I let my lust take the best of me once again." he sighed, sitting "au pied du" bench, his head low, his neck curled down.

"Hey it's alright. Just don't ever do that again if you care for your nuts." "I will…" chirped Lyam, putting both front paws on the bench, trying to reach for Nick's face, his eyes glinting with hope. "Hold on!" screamed Nick, shoving Lyam before the slime covered snout could touch him "go clean first and then maybe I will let you kiss me." "Too bad… I thought you enjoyed it." "Don't reverse roles Lyam." grunted Nick, tickling Lyam's neck. Lyam warbled cutely and trotted to the fountain, observing the limpid waters for a long second. He took a deep breath and plunged his whole skull in the clear water, only his horns still visible. After a few seconds he pulled away, his scales gleaning; drenched in pure water. "Cold…" he gasped his teeth chattering.

He sat back on the bench next to Nick. "So… what do you think?" he asked, trying to engage the conversation. "About what?" "About that whole situation." mumbled Lyam. "I don't know…" sighed Nick; "They seem eager to forgive themselves for that colossal failure but… not ready to believe everything they say." "I approve your suspicion… it smells fishy." grunted Lyam. "I still don't know why they changed their mind so quickly." "It's because they think you're some member of some almost completely extinguished specie." "Oh yes… I forgot since no one mentioned that again." "I'm surprised they didn't." admitted Nick "have any idea why they think you are one of them?" "No… no clue. I'd like to see one of them before pretending I resemble them. But I think it's only about half of why they want to keep us here and happy; believing them they're in a critical situation and the consortium could be their last hope." "Yes… if they want to help." "I bet they'd rather wipe them out and take over the planet before going in another bloody galactic conquest." grumbled Lyam "they've always done like that… and now with clones like me they don't need as much cannon fodder as before." he spat, throwing a meaningful glare at Nick. "But in all honesty… if I could avoid contacting the consortium I'd take that opportunity?" They must think we all are dead" chuckled Nick "but why do you wish to stay hidden?"

"*sigh* Nick… I didn't come here to have the consortium… or those pesky scientists of Granver Lab on my back." snarled Lyam. "You have a problem with them?" "Yes I do! The consortium treats those of my kind like garbage and makes sure we can't express, protest, even less think. An army of programmable slaves. Luckily… or not… I didn't get to suffer that mental conditioning like all the others." "You think it would have been different here?" "Of course! I know how to be respected and I bite as much as I bark." he growled, snapping his jaws next to Nick's ear. "You really think they would let you go like this?" "They'd better. You see… I have so many compromising data on Granver Labs stored there that they'd better accept my conditions if they wish to keep their stainless reputation up." he giggled, a claw poking at his head. "And you Nick; what would you have done?" "You mean going back and returning to my daily routine. No way! Thank you but no thank; I'd rather let them handle their mess." "What would you have done instead then?" "Maybe settle down on a nice planet; I heard someone mention a planet with all you could dream of: white sandy beaches; warm blue water; perfect environment… a true paradise.” He sighed. “Yeah heard someone talk about that” let out Lyam “could have been a nice place to settle down indeed.” “Beside the job would have been far from over, the protection of the exploring team should have been guaranteed until reinforcements would eventually arrive so I would have had a lot of time ahead of me to decide." "That was a nice plan" approved Lyam "had any idea on a possible person you would have shared that… new life with?" "Not you." he grunted. "Oh! What a jerk!" cried Lyam, roughly shoving Nick off of the bench. "You're not my mate anymore!" yelled Lyam, looking away. "Chill out I'm only kidding." chuckled Nick, taking back his place next to the dragon. Lyam snorted, throwing a disregardful glare at his mate. "Don't be grumpy Lyam I was only joking." sighed Nick, affectionately rubbing Lyam's back.

Lyam flinched, shuddering under the soft touch, his snout slowly inching closer. "Beside it's only payback for what you just dared to do." "I guess it's only fair." he sighed, letting Nick cradle his snout.

"But to be honest I meant it; until recently of course." "I know…" let out Lyam, resting his head on Nick's shoulder “And now?” he cooed, nuzzling Nick’s cheek “Well… now I don’t think I could go somewhere without you could I?” He replied; rubbing Lyam’s chin “But to be completely true I didn't expect they would leave you some slack; I mean with that whole super expensive prototype thing… and I didn't imagine you'd enjoy to stay out." "I've been dreaming of going out from those cursed labs since I'm a child!" grumbled Lyam, his traits twisting with hatred. "You don't seem very keen on… going back there." "I hated that place…" he hissed "You never talked about it before." commented Nick.

"I'd rather not Nick." growled Lyam, his expression becoming colder as he closed himself "there is nothing to say about that period of my life; no good memories… only endless experiments, loneliness and suffering." he hissed, spitting his words like venom. "I understand." shushed Nick, caressing Lyam's scales, sensing the tension beneath as he kissed his mate's forehead.

Lyam slowly softened, taking a deep breath before Nuzzling Nick's cheek. "Sorry for that Nick… it's just… a part of my life I don't wish to talk about." "I understand you don't have to justify yourself, we all have things we prefer to keep for ourselves?" "Thanks…" murred Lyam, dashing a quick lick across Nick's cheek.

"You know… I think we both found what we were looking for." purred Lyam, eyes half closed, enjoying both the warmth of the sun and the other, more intimate radiating from his love!. "What do you mean?" "Well… 0ou found that nice place to settle down." murmured Lyaam, taking a long gander at their surroundings "and I found just the same… along with the bonus of a wonderful companion." "Thanks Lyam." "You're welcome." purred the dragon, fluttering his eyes tiredly.

"Mind… if I take a short nap?" he yawned, stretching out on the bench, splaying his body on the rocky plate. "Sure… go ahead; I'll wake you up when we go." "Thanks." yowled Lyam, resting his snout on Nick's legs. "Sleep well cutie." chuckled Nick, letting his fingers roam across Lyam's face as the cloned being found a comfortable spot to lay down, closing his eyes, almost immediately falling asleep.

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"How has it been going so far Dereck?" "Pretty well." he grunted, trying to sit as comfortably as possible, ignoring the quick beating of his heart. "No other incident to report?" "No they have behaved normally if I can say so." "And you Dereck… how have you been doing?" "You mean besides babysitting two aliens and cleaning behind them… pretty well ÅI suppose." he grunted.

"What do you think of them so far?" "They are nice… past the first impression… and the mess they made." A mocking smirk curled her lips, her eyes glinting with amusement. "They are curious in nature but have no troubles adapting to our customs and even seem eager to become a part of us." he pursued, ignoring her shifting expression. "Interesting indeed." she whispered. "And you mom… what do you think of them?" he sniggered. She tensed, her claws racking along the slick board of her desk, producing a loud screech.

"They are…fascinating creatures" she let out between gritted teeth "they indeed seem eager to join us." "You think they could be of any help?" "Perhaps; as we have seen they have technology that goes beyond our reach." "What are the analyses giving by the way?" enquired Dereck. "Nothing for now; their devices are much more complexe than what we ever created; it will take time to fully understand it." "And Lyam?" "He definitely could be one, maybe the last of his kind but he wears marks, scars from an unknown origin." "The augments Nick mentioned?" suggested Dereck. "That would confirm what the scanner in the airlock showed." she sighed, making a three dimensional picture appear on a tablet she handed to her son. On the black image a X-ray scan could be seen. He immediately identified Lyam, but, it looked like all his scale, all his flesh had been removed, leaving only his bones exposed.

"My goodness." he gasped, staring in horror at the picture. There, intertwined with the bones he discovered a complex metallic looking structure extending its tentacles everywhere, from his ivory claws to his very skull. "What have they done to him?" he mumbled, dropping the tablet. He couldn't identify a quarter of all the objects installed inside, intertwined with his flesh and bones but the picture looked scary to his unused brain. "I won't lie; with this new information I have strong doubts; he might be a completely synthetic being." she let out, desperate, frustrated. "But how?" stammered Dereck, dropping the tablet next to him. "No idea; they may have been able to recreate a specimen and enhance it somehow." "So… what should we do?" "We can't be certain before we have conducted some tests and the interplanetary congregation is urging us to deliver them those result before they state their decision. Speaking of which; what do you have for me?"

Without a word Dereck put a transparent plastic vial on her desk, containing three vials, one filled with a yellowish liquid, then a small with a few colored scales, and a last one containing some more disgusting material; aligning them all on the desk before his mother’s wondering gaze.

The grimace that twisted her traits didn't last more than a second as she furrowed her brows after examining the samples her son had harvested. "Is that all?" "Yes; that should do it." "No it won’t." she replicated, pushing the bag aside "you know we need more than just that." "Then get them yourself." defiantly growled Dereck "I'm not doing it." »You are!" she growled, pointing a claw at him "you are the only one that can get close enough to gather what we need." "Then I refuse, find someone else!" he yelled, jumping onto his paws "I'm not getting close to these alien weirdos." "What made you change your mind so abruptly?" she growled, raising a curious brow. "You really want to know!?" "Yes I do." Fine! One of them is… creeping me out…" he let out. "Let me guess… Lyam?" "Yes…" he sighed.

"I'll give you that he can have some, weird… behaviors." she admitted. "You've noticed too?" he let out, relieved that his mother agreed with him. "Yes… when I suggested that they would stay with you for now you should have seen his face." "Oh no…"he whined. "He seemed… interested…" she murmured, like she was sharing an important secret with him.

"You should see the looks he throws me sometime… I feel like he is gonna eat me alive." "Perhaps… bus I'd say he would rather eat a specific part of you." "Mom!” he shouted, shocked by her insin1ation. "What? Don't tell me that shocks you." she giggled amusingly. "That's disgusting!" "You used to love that." she huffed "beside Lyam seems… very interested, so much that I think you could get close to him in no time." "That's gross… I'm not gonna do that with an alien!" "That didn't bother you before" she let out, sinking the knife in the wound." "That was a low blow mom." he huffed. "Apologies; but you know I'm right."

"Maybe…" he sighed. "Dereck… I know you are interested as well; I saw you embarrass yourself before my eyes." "Yeah… but you didn't have to deal with the smell." he grunted. "True… I'll give you that."

He smiled; proud he made her shut her mouth. "However I do think you are more eager than you pretend; am I correct?”

He clamped his maw shut, a deep growl vibrating in his throat. "Don't be shy Dereck, I know you." she let out with a knowing gaze. "Whatever…" he snorted, trying to keep his composure. "Come on Dereck I'm certain our friend would be… delighted to help you with your… predicament." "Shut your mouth for once." he growled, keeping calm even under the surge of blood rushing to his groin. "I'm certain he would gladly… eat you all… as you said."

This time it was too much, a jolt of pleasure erupted from his crotch, spreading out in his flesh, his entire body shuddering as his tips emerged from his bulging sheaths, pushing against his underwear. "Damn it…" he huffed, pressing both hands against his nether region. "Don't be ashamed before me Dereck; I saw them countless time since you were a baby; I cleaned them when you were a kid; I washed your bedsheet and clothes when you had your little… night incidents; and I cleaned behind you when you did your business absolutely everywhere in the house."

A red blush crept over his cheeks, shame warming his face as he looked down. Deep within he knew she was right; his two guests turned him on more than he dared to admit and had his mind driven wild with lust every time he thought of them. "Alright… I'll do it…" he grunted, Lyam's ravenous smile materializing in his head; he knew he had smelled him; knew he had him hare and eager. "I'm sure he would come to you on his own anyway." she chuckled. "You're sure?" "I would bet my place on it." "If you say so." "Don't be so skeptical; you want it." "I'm left no choice." he spat in answer although in his heart and soul he knew his mother was right; he had dreamed, fantasized so much, too much about it, she mere thought of it was enough to turn him on. "And don't forget to collect the samples!" she called as he left.

"I will…" he grunted, wondering how he would do that, still divided on either he should do it or not and how he could achieve it.