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“Is this really necessary?” A ruby-red dragon sighed impatiently.

“VERY necessary, apparently.” Rhyzachyk didn’t let his gaze waver from the younger dragon, despite the long-suffering eye roll Krazkyr was giving him. “It’s imperative that all dragons know of the traditions we share with humans, lest we risk overstepping them and creating another millennium of conflict. That you would profess not to know of our interactions...that reflects on myself, as well.”

“And since when do you care about what other dragons think of you?” replied Kraz with a grunt.

“I care that they don’t see me as reckless and dangerous, and think I provide such an example to my kin. That’s how dragons end up as outcasts. I don’t want that fate for myself nor for you. That’s why I’m going to make well sure you understand these things.”

Kraz continued to grumble, even as he plopped down on the cave floor. Rhyz’s eye twitched a bit but he tried not to betray his frustrations...it was that young adult period of life where he was asserting his independence, it was natural for young dragons to conflict with their elders at that time, in fact a sacred rite of passage to challenge the elders and develop their own identity. That didn’t necessarily make it easier to deal with...especially since he was alone, Kraz’s mother having departed for other climes long ago. It was more the father’s duty to raise the son, so Kraz had stayed with him, and he had been doing his best. With odd rumors swirling around, though, he wondered…

Mmph. I already hear enough rumors due to how much he looks like his mother rather than myself… Typically sons looked more like their fathers, daughters their mothers. But Rhyz was a deep, dried-blood red, while his ex-mate had been a sparkling orange, and the glittering brightness of Kraz’s scales definitely took more from her than him - redder than his mother, but the brightness more than made up for that. That made some question his heritage, or his essence...questions that angered Rhyz, partly because he had no way to quell them.

“Now then...there was at one time a great conflict between dragons and the lesser races-”

“Smaller races, dad.”

“...Smaller races.” Why the youth of this day and age insisted on using that instead of the normal term, he couldn’t fathom. “Dragons would engage in fierce, life-or-death combat with them, attack entire kingdoms, conspire against them with other magical creatures or other races to create trouble for them. This conflict was especially prominent against humans and humanoids, but beastmen and faekind were also targets. And what battles some of these were...how many scars were taken at the hands of these creatures! You’ve heard some of the tales yourself, I remember regaling you in your youngest days with some of the tales of bitter struggle and triumph against the odds-”

Kraz’s annoyed sigh put a stop to Rhyz’s monologue. “I get the picture dad. Dragons couldn’t get along with the smaller races if their lives depended on it. Can you get to the point?”

“You would do well to respect those who fell in these conflicts, whelp.”

“Hard to respect them when they brought it on themselves. They started most of the trouble, anyway.”

Rhyz was doing his best to keep from expressing his utmost dismay. Where in the world were younglings learning these things? Clearly someone was trying to stir something up… “Be that...as it may, they were indeed epic tales. After a time, it became a feat for some of the le-the smaller races to go after young dragons, as they were easier targets...this led to dragons retaliating by kidnapping princesses from kingdoms, in order to lure such warriors to their demises. Said demises were hardly uncommon for the princesses as well, of course...a direct blow to the kings and kingdoms, to punish them in retribution.”

“Stories of these trials and tribulations reached back over a millennium of winters. But time brought with it change…in fact, change wrought largely by the princesses themselves. So many with kind natures and strong wills warmed the hearts of dragons, leading them to spare them and sometimes even the knights who came for them. It came to a point where they would return the princesses, having reached an accord with them which would bring a peace between dragon and kingdom. There were even times where dragons would begin to aid these kingdoms in other conflicts, or stand against other dragons to protect them.”

“Over time, this became the norm. As widespread conflict between dragons and the…smaller races ceased, these events turned from abductions to rituals. Kings these days arrange for dragons to take princesses, bring them to their domains, and keep them there safely. This serves many purposes...there are certain cultural conflicts that may deem princesses to be unfit for certain activities, and dragons can help them learn and develop their skills in such away from disapproving eyes and mouths. In addition, kings can send prospective knights to attempt a ‘rescue’ in order to prove themselves...or, at times, rid themselves of some troublesome ones. It is a mutual exchange that serves everyone’s benefit, and often the princess fosters dialogue between dragon and kingdom, helping keep them both on the same page. A far less deadly arrangement, though the battles that arise are generally much less significant-”

“Dad.” Rhyz was cut off with a curt word from Kraz. “I KNOW all that. What makes you think I haven’t heard about that stuff? It’s talked about all the time. I don’t know why you would think I’d say I don’t know it.”

He was trying to keep his temper, but this was starting to get ridiculous. “Why? Perhaps that’s on YOU to explain...because I have heard it told that you’ve been kidnapping a PRINCE.”

“So?”

That was not the response Rhyz was expecting. Panic, terror, embarrassment, anything like that might have been appropriate...but rank defiance? “So? Do I need to educate you further on the difference between princes and princesses? Surely you understand the basic biological disparity!”

“Why does it matter?” Kraz shot back. “So it’s a prince rather than a princess. What’s the big deal? He can’t perform the same function because he’s got a cock hanging between his legs? Pretty sure he can still talk to and learn from a dragon just like a female can. Sure has been so far.”

“Th-that’s not the point! It’s a violation of tradition! Dragons kidnap princesses, not princes! That’s how it’s supposed to be! A dragon kidnapping a prince? Stars above, it would be like a father raising his daughter, or a mother her son!”

The ruby’s eyes narrowed at his father. “Well, isn’t that nice. I’ll be sure to let Ararai know what you think of her.”

Rhyz’s eyes widened. “That...is different. Those were circumstances beyond her control-”

“So? It’s all ‘tradition,’ right? Not how it’s ‘supposed to be.’ What else matters?” Scoffing, Kraz stood back up. “You’re being ridiculous, dad. You’re making a big deal out of nothing. Maybe stop wasting your time obsessing about stuff that doesn’t matter, you’ll probably be happier that way anyway.”

The elder dragon let out a growl as his son started to leave the cave. “I’m going to have to pay a lot more attention to who you’re spending your time with...whoever’s feeding you these influences. Maybe that little golden female you’re always hanging with...Iranny, her name was? Always wondered about her…”

Kraz paused, looking back with a dark look and growl of his own. “HIS name is Yaniz, and you’d better stop treating him like a girl.”

“Excuse me? I would know that scent and that frame. She has a young female’s body through and through!”

“Yeah, we’re working on that. So start getting used to it now.”

Kraz stormed out, leaving Rhyz in even more disbelief. Dragons kidnapping princes, females wanting to turn to males...what WAS going on with the youth these days? He didn’t know, and he didn’t like it.

———

“Son...are you sure you want to go out like that?”

“Ugh...father, please.” It was true that Prince Wale’s garments were rather gaudy and colorful - that was a style he had a preference for, bright colors and high visibility. It made sure he could be seen...which was a good thing except when there was a reason not to be seen, as his father seemed to think there was.

“I’m just worried about you. You stand out so much, when you’ve had so many...episodes.”

Wale sighed. “It’s really not a problem at all. Honestly, I’m finding it kind of fun. Getting flown around by a dragon, I can see why princesses wouldn’t mind that.”

Wale’s father, King Grannit, wasn’t quite so enthusiastic. “Wale, please...I need you to understand…”

“What do you mean? I mean, I know what the stories are talking about, dragons kidnapping royalty as part of tradition...it’s not like I’ve ever been in any danger.”

“But you were! Dragons kidnap PRINCESSES. You’re a PRINCE. There’s absolutely no guarantee that you would have the same level of safety. Who knows what that dragon might do to you?”

“Why would it do anything worse to me? I mean...what’s the big difference? Besides just that princesses are girls and princes are guys?”

King Grannit shook his head. “Dragons are VERY traditionalist. Everything has a meaning to them...they care about princesses in particular due to their tradition. That dragon going after you has to have ill intent in mind.”

Wale rolled his eyes. “Right...that’s why he’s always brought me back after a day or two. And why he’s never harmed a hair on my head. Come on, father, you’re making too big a deal out of it. Kraz doesn’t care that I’m a prince, and he’s always treated me well. I’m really starting to think you’re the one that’s having problems with it.”

“I...it’s not…”

“Relax, father. I’m gonna be fine. Even if Kraz gets me again, it’s not going to be a problem...I think he kinda likes me. Maybe he could be an ally for us. Anyway...I’m gonna go out riding. See you!”

The king could only watch as his son marched off, without any sign of concern. If only he could be so worry-free...but like many younger people these days, Wale didn’t seem to put as much stock in the reliability of tradition as he and his generation did. He only hoped that the same was true of dragons, or there was going to be a lot of trouble coming for everyone in the future…

———

The day was bright and sunny, but not too warm. A perfect day for being out on horseback, as far as Wale was concerned. He would have preferred to go out alone, but it was rare that a prince had THAT luxury; two retainers were with him, Denkin and Sorle, and they weren’t going to let their eyes off him for a second. And of course he knew why.

“What I think we could really use around here are some good riding trails,” Denkin, the more portly and rotund one, remarked as they ascended a hillside near a forest grove. “Something to take us through the woods or something, out of the direct sunlight. A bit more sheltered and quiet, and with plenty of natural beauty around.”

“And no dragons,” added Sorle, the taller and lanker of the two. He looked like he might be knocked askew by a slight breeze, or by Denkin breaking wind.

“It hardly seems worth it, then,” Wale remarked with an eye roll. The last two times he’d been caught up, it had been under Denkin and Sorle’s watch, and they were clearly getting a bit tired of it. Of course, they weren’t equipped to combat dragons, they were supposed to just try to drive him off and report back ASAP.

“I don’t think you’re going to be able to outride him if he wants you,” Sorle pointed out.

“I’ve no intention of it anyway. You realize that he’s brought me back unharmed five times out of five, right?”

“It only takes one to break that streak,” countered Denkin. “And I’d rather not take extra chances. It’s already bad enough that we don’t have knights to spare to accompany you, that dragon must think he can do whatever he wants.”

“I think you’re too worried. But I know you think I’m not worried enough. So I guess it evens out.” Wale scanned the area around, not seeing any sight of dragons or bandits or anything else around. “Anyway, I don’t know about riding trails. They seem like good places for ambushes.”

“Hm, true. Bandits would love a place where people have only one place to really go. It would certainly create a choke point for anyone passing through…”

“We can’t live our entire lives in fear of banditry,” Sorle said a bit testily. “We would never leave the castle if that was the case. Or our rooms in the castle, as bandits could even enter the building without our knowledge.”

“See, my approach has some upsides,” Wale said with a bit of facetious cheek.

“Y-yes, although there is something to be said for avoiding recklessness-”

“AAAA!” Denkin’s cry interrupted them, and a moment later they knew why he gave it. Something ruby-red swooped down in front of them, the gale of its flight making all three of them have to fight to stay on their horses. Said horses were in a bit of chaos, flailing around a bit and forcing them all to struggle to regain control.

“The dragon is back! Prince, get away!” Sorle’s shout was unnecessary, Wale had already figured that out. He turned his horse and tried to goad it to gallop - even if he wasn’t afraid of Kraz, he knew the dragon liked to have to work a bit for his prize. Unfortunately, his horse wasn’t in on that plan, only slowly reacting to Wale’s commands and starting to run after Kraz was back in sight. Wale glanced over his shoulder, he could see Denkin and Sorle throwing something at Kraz to try to waylay him - what it was he couldn’t tell at a glance, but it didn’t seem to be affecting the dragon at all. He turned back forward, not wanting to run into anything because he was inattentive.

For a few seconds he heard nothing but commotion, but then something was coming...he wasn’t quite ready for Kraz to swoop around in front of him, dangerously close to his horse. Said horse was even less ready, and reared back in alarm, throwing Wale off of him. The prince felt a spike of terror as he sailed through the air...and then a thick gust of wind slowed him, and as he landed more gently, he felt his impact broken by a dense pile of leaves. He was a bit disoriented, but unharmed.

And then his vision was full of dragon. Kraz flapped down in front of him, grinning widely. “Sorry, wasn’t expecting that beast to go that nuts...but that was kinda cool.”

“Phew...it was scary until you got me landing softly.”

“Hey, conjuring a leaf pile is easy. Confounding a couple of stubborn oafs was the hard part. Now then…” The dragon’s clawed paws reached out and grabbed Wale bodily, and a moment later he was suddenly soaring into the air, only Kraz’s grip keeping him steady as they went skyward. Now THIS was scary, but a thrilling scary - flying was NOT something humans were normally wont to do, and there was something exhilarating about being up so high, even if it was dangerous. Kraz had never let him slip before, though, and that tight hold seemed solid enough, so he could enjoy the ride fully. And enjoy it he would, since there wasn’t much else to do…

———

“One of these days, I’m going to have to take a flight with you that’s not hanging below you.”

“Aw, but it’s so fun to snatch you up and just take off! Besides, people get weird around here if you fly with humans on top.”

Wale snickered. “What happened to ‘I don’t give a owlbear’s hoot what they think?’”

“I don’t, but they just get so annoying about things. Just getting on my case about everything they don’t like...I swear, old dragons are such grumps all the time.”

“Old humans aren’t much better, so I can sympathize.” Wale looked around the cave entrance; it was a bit more furnished than the last time he had been there, a few weeks ago. And with a couple things that made him snicker. “Why, Kraz, human-sized furniture? Should I be taking a hint about something?”

“Yeah, the hint that you can’t complain about me forcing you to sit your ass on rocks all the time,” Kraz fired back with a playful grin as he sat back on his haunches. “It wasn’t easy to get that stuff and not get harassed by Dad, so you’d better appreciate it.”

“Is he still giving you shit? Mine, too.”

“Ugh. Old stuck-in-their-ways dudes...I wish he was catching up with the times, seriously. He’s so old-fashioned in some of the worst ways. Hung up on old weird rules that don’t make any sense...I just found out he’s still got this ‘dads raise sons, moms raise daughters’ thing. Like, how silly is that?”

Wale couldn’t help but laugh a bit, shaking his head. “It’s pretty silly. Why would there be a problem the other way around?”

“I sure as hell don’t know. I’ve got friends who weren’t raised by those rules and they’re just fine. I mean, you’ve met some of them already, so you know.”

“Yeah, they don’t seem messed up at all to me. Not that it’s that much better with us, though, males are still expected to be role models for males, females for females...like, I wish they’d let me watch the maids do some of the stuff they did, being able to cook and sew and clean and all that sure seems a lot more useful than swinging swords and shooting arrows and that nonsense. I mean, I guess that’s great if you’re going to war, but I don’t want to be going to war, so I’d rather learn some of that stuff.”

“Sheeze, tell me about it! My dad was so useless at all that until he was forced to learn. And then he was adamant about not teaching me because that was ‘female stuff.’ He gave in after I started getting taught by others, but I still have to go to them sometimes because he’s kinda not the best teacher of that kind of stuff. Or he’s not trying as hard as he could because he doesn’t think he should...I don’t get what’s so wrong with wanting to be more well-rounded!”

“Nothing at all, I agree. Just one of those old-time things from back when people acted like they had to stick to their roles or else. Before they figured out that what was useful was useful for everyone.”

Kraz snorted. “Yeah, dunno why we have to drag people into the new age. And he was giving me shit about Yaniz, too...I’m glad he wasn’t there, you know how he feels about his old name. I mean, I’ve told him at least twice before that he’s a guy and what his name is, and yet I don’t think he’s ever listened.”

Wale nodded in commiseration. “How is Yaniz, by the way? I know he was dealing with some trouble with, uh, obstinate people…”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I think we set those one straight. The older folks still aren’t going along with it very well, though, but we always knew they would be tougher, they’re such stuffy old bogs, don’t move unless someone makes them move. Yaniz says we’ll deal with that as we have to, though, I think he’s just glad the people who SHOULD be more flexible are. Mostly now he’s trying to figure out how he wants his body to be. We’ve been talking and he’s lately been saying he’s not sure if he wants to get male organs...I think he’s nervous about the idea just because he’s unfamiliar with it. But if that’s what he actually wants, that’s his call.”

“Well, when it’s all you’ve known, it’s hard to give it up for something unknown. You don’t want to make a mistake and not realize it until it’s too late. But maybe he can try it out for a bit and go back if he doesn’t like it? I mean, if you’re going to be revising his body to a male one anyway…”

Kraz shook his head. “It’s not really that easy...the magic to change someone’s body like that is pretty complicated. It takes a long time to prepare and there’s a lot to it...we’re kind of hoping not to have to do it more than once. I guess it would be possible, but there’s some risk to it, so…”

“Ah...well, I hope whatever he decides works for him, then.” Wale rubbed his chin a bit in thought. “Dragon magic sounds really useful...I keep talking to the royal mages about what they can do with magic, and it sounds so limited. All sorts of components and such, and half of the things I ask they just shrug and say it’s not possible. And when I ask why dragons can do it and they can’t, they tell me not to ask and that dragons are messing with the fabric of the universe or something like that.”

The dragon let out a barking laugh. “Pah! What a load of crap! Do those idiots really not know anything about dragon magic?”

“I’m pretty sure they barely know anything about THEIR type of magic, with how many accidents they have.”

“Ritual magic always has accidents. Using stuff like material components is stupid inconsistent, because your materials determine spell quality. Stuff like element manipulation is less dicey, but you can’t do much with it except play with that element. Dragon magic works off of nature and the world, it’s true, but we aren’t messing with anything any more dangerous - dragon runes are tailored to something very particular, and each rune is crafted to fit the need. If you do it right, it works...ritual magic can go wrong even if you do everything right because your material was shitty.”

“If you can do things like safely reshape bodies, it sounds a lot more useful than, uh, ritual magic. Weird, I never hear them refer to it that way.”

Kraz snorted again. “Yeah, lemme guess, they call it ‘real’ or ‘proper’ magic.”

“Something like that, I guess? Either way, I’d rather learn dragon magic.”

“Well, good luck with that. Humans certainly can learn it, it’s called dragon magic because our kind invented it but anyone who knows how to craft the runes can learn it. But I don’t know if there’s a human alive who teaches dragon magic.”

Wale grinned. “I have my doubts. Fortunately, I know someone who I think might be capable.”

“Really? Who…” Kraz’s blank look was replaced with a scowl as he smacked his head. “I’m a dingus. Of COURSE you’re talking about me!”

“Most dinguses don’t figure it out on their own, in my experience.”

“Mmph. Still feel dumb that I missed that. But it’s not...really as simple as that, Wale. Learning how to craft dragon runes isn’t just about writing them...you need to be in the presence of dragon magic for a long time to gain the Weft - the talent to actually magically craft the runes. You could write everything I do and it wouldn’t do a lick of good without the Weft. It takes years of exposure even if you’re a dragon.”

“Dang, no shortcuts, huh? But what if I wanted to put in those years? Would you be willing to teach me?”

“...I guess? I mean...that’s a pretty big ask, but more for you than me. I can expose you to the Weft just fine and teach you...but what about your family? You have to be away from them for quite a while, I guess brief trips would be fine but not for too long.”

Wale shrugged. “I’m not really useful around the castle anyway. And I wouldn’t mind getting away from that stuffy environment and learning some useful things...the world is just so sheltered there, it’s really quite annoying. My father can manage the kingdom fine on his own, it’s not like I ever had much to do with that, and it’s not like I’m next in line for the throne, either. And if I can learn this kind of thing, I’ll be a lot more useful for whenever he does need me.”

Kraz considered this. If Wale was game for it...but teaching a human dragon magic would go against all sorts of cultural norms. His father would be appalled at the spread of what he considered ‘their’ art. And it would mean a human living among them - a prince, rather than a princess, ensuring that everyone would have to face that affront. It sounded perfect to him. “Well, I suppose if you don’t mind living in a cave for maybe a few years, there wouldn’t be too many issues. And they say teaching is a good way to learn, so maybe I’ll get even better at them myself, too.”

“And you think ‘they’ won’t mind?”

“Oh, they’ll be absolutely horrified,” the dragon replied with a devilish grin. “And I can’t wait.”

Wale laughed. “Hah! I guess it’ll be fun seeing some stuffy old dragons get all in a tizzy over little ol’ me. But that sounds perfect to me! Way better than sitting cooped up in a castle. But, ah, how can I pay you for this? I’m asking a lot from you.”

“Ah, I mean, it’s fine, I don’t really need anything.”

“Maybe not, but it wouldn’t feel right if I got everything out of this. Surely there’s something I can do for you...I know you have no need for money, but some kind of payback would only be proper. That is, unless you decided to start a hoard or something…”

Kraz scoffed. “Hoards of gold are SO old-fashioned. What’s the point of just sitting on shiny stuff? If I was gonna hoard anything it’d be something weird and novel and fun.”

“Heh, I can see that...yep, then gold’s out.”

“I guess you could keep the place tidy, make food and stuff? I mean, I don’t really have anything in mind, but just doing stuff that I like here and there would be more than enough.”

“Oh, really?” Wale’s expression got a bit mischievous as he stood up. “Well, I know one thing you really enjoy...belly rubs!” He jumped at Kraz, brandishing his hands than found the dragon’s underside very easily and started rubbing vigorously.

“Ack! Yaaah!” Kraz did an exaggerated fall, which deliberately put him on his side and exposed his underside to Wale’s hands. “I’m under attack! Taking advantage of my weakness, you devil!”

“Hee hee, yes, me and my devious belly rubs!” Wale showed little restraint, his hands wandering everywhere and putting a good pressure on. Kraz’s protests were nothing more than play, as he was pushing into the rubs and stretching out more as he felt the pleasure. They’d found out about this little weakness of the dragon’s during their second flight, where Wale’s squirming rather distracted Kraz as he got rubbed down there. Of course, Wale liked to take advantage of that whenever he could, and he knew how much Kraz got into them, so it had become his favorite way to tease the dragon.

And Kraz was perfectly happy to let it continue as long as Wale wanted...until he realized that Wale was rubbing a bit lower than normal, and starting to elicit a different type of pleasant response. “Agh...nghmmm...aahhh...rrrr...ah, ah! W-wait...agh, W-wale, ha, s-stop!”

Wale had thought it was in play, until the last word which had some actual distress in it. He paused, confused - there was no way his hands could hurt a dragon, a creature that stood as tall at the shoulder as he did and had scaled armor that could stave off even most weapons. It was almost by accident that he realized what had actually gotten Kraz worked up, as he looked where he was rubbing...male dragons had somewhat indistinct sheathes normally, they weren’t especially prominent unless they were actively in use, one could make out the protrusion and the slightly extended area where their testes were packed, not hanging freely but not quite internal either. It was something that Wale had gotten accustomed to during talks about Yaniz’s possible transition, it wasn’t like dragons wore anything so you just got used to the presence. But he’d perhaps gotten a little too accustomed, and now the sheath was swelling out a bit, and the tip of Kraz’s deep-red cock was pushing out of that opening.

“Shit…” Kraz was mortified, getting a hard-on in front of Wale. “S-sorry, Wale, I...I didn’t, uh...realize...you were gonna be...I mean...eep!” The dragon’s attempted apology was cut off as he felt a hand clasp that tip, making him flush. Oh, that was TOO good, it was almost unfair.

Wale didn’t really know what had possessed him to escalate, but there was nothing in his head protesting the decision. “Oh, ho...looks like draggy needs something else rubbed, too…” He lightly squeezed and ran his fingers over that tip, coaxing a bit more out. He could already tell there was a lot left to emerge, and as he upped the lewdness, he found himself wanting to see it all.

“Gaha...f-fuck, Wale…” Kraz was squirming again, but it was very different from before, this was reflexive and desirous. It wasn’t his first experience, he’d fooled around with other dragons, but the human’s touch just seemed very different, in a good way. He hadn’t the wherewithal to stop it, his genitals getting more prominent as his testes pushed further away from his body, filling out more as they prepared for what came naturally, and his sheath swelled to let more of that shaft out.

And Wale’s hands were escorting it out, getting more adventurous as they gained more to play with. It was huge already and he didn’t know where that was going to end, but the shape was just as attention-grabbing - a pointed head that rapidly widened out, with some pointy protrusions poking outwards a few inches down, then a very thick shaft with soft flexible spiky nubs all the way down. As it finished pushing out, he could see a slight swell near the base, which he knew from prior descriptions got MUCH bigger when it was done...when all was said and done, he was hefting at least two feet of deep red, heavy, hot dragon dong in his hands. And by all heavens, it was GLORIOUS. “Mmm...Kraz...I think I thought of a way to repay you.”

“Haah...W-wale…” It was an idea Kraz NEVER would have broached, even if he’d heard a few stories about that happening. But if Wale was suggesting it, that was a different story. “Are...are you sure?”

“Well, I’d better be sure if I’m propositioning a dragon. You are an attractive creature, for sure, and while I can’t say I ever really thought about it in that way, I...well, now that it’s in front of me, and the only things I’m feeling are curiosity and lust, I think that says enough about what I feel.”

If that was the case, how could Kraz say no? Certainly, it was hard to keep the lewd thoughts out of his head now that they’d been planted there. “Ah...you’ll...want to...let me use some magic, I think...if you’re, uh, suggesting...what I think you’re suggesting.”

Wale nodded, standing back up. “Well, I think we’ve got a good moment...I figure I probably should get these off before I go too much farther.”

Kraz nodded, and started working to weave the runes while he saw Wale get undressed. The human’s brightly-colored clothing always looked good on him, it was eye-catching and appealing to Kraz, and probably should NOT have been deluged in dragon seed if it wanted to remain that way. As much as he liked seeing Wale in them, though, he was suddenly very interested in seeing them OFF of him...he’d studied the human’s body before in a much less passionate way, and it hadn’t really driven him like that, but now that they were in this position, he was almost salivating at the thought of seeing Wale in his natural state. He wasn’t worried about the runes - even if he was a bit distracted, rune weaving favored any emotion that a dragon was feeling.

Wale wasn’t exactly a showman, but he was making sure to be in Kraz’s sight as he disrobed, feeling a bit blushy but also a bit elated that he was so attractive to the dragon. It was hard to find males that had such eyes like that...among the few who would have gone for other males, they didn’t seem to have much care for more than the coarse acts of sex, and Wale wasn’t about to just allow anyone to treat him like that. Kraz, though, was such a departure from that, and he found himself wanting to give himself to the dragon. Shirt off, boots off, pants off, all he had left were his trousers, and he lowered them a bit more teasingly, winking and smiling at Kraz as he revealed his own erection, displaying his own want as obviously as Kraz was and getting an appreciative murr from the dragon.

As he stepped forward towards Kraz again, he felt a shiver run through him - not from fear, and not from any coolness in the air, the cave was warm and comfortable even in his naked state. But he was pretty sure he knew what it was. “That was...the spell?”

Kraz nodded. “Yeah. I made it so that you’ll, uh...you’ll be able to...well, basically a magic that means you can’t be hurt by anything we do, especially when it comes to, uh, insertions…I don’t know if you’re gonna enjoy how it feels, even if it’s not painful, but there’s not much I can do about that...I mean, humans aren’t really, uh, designed to take dragons...”

“Should I be wondering if you conjured that spell out of nowhere or if you had that already thought out?” Wale asked playfully, and he couldn’t help but giggle a bit when Kraz’s face darkened and he looked away.

“I-it’s not like that! Just, uh...you know, I worried that one of the other dragons might...uh...not take kindly to your presence and consider something, uh, drastic. I mean, I wouldn’t want it to happen, but if it did, making sure you were all right…”

“Aw, that’s sweet of you. But I think this purpose is a lot more fun. And I’m assuming I wouldn’t have much impact if I were the one going in, would I?”

“Uh...well, I mean...if you wanted, I could make you bigger…”

“Oh, I think I’m going to be just fine playing this way. Though I’ll have to admit, my familiarity with these things is quite superficial...I’m going to need a bit of guidance.”

Kraz nodded. “Okay. Well, I think before I go in, I should prep you a bit anyway...I want to try to make it feel good for you. And I guess there’s something you can do to make it easier, too. So, uh...how do you feel about tasting me?”

“Excited beyond all reason,” responded Wale without hesitation.

Kraz couldn’t help but grin; for someone admittedly ‘inexperienced,’ the human had no shortage of confidence. He rather liked that. “All right, then, I’m gonna roll kinda onto my side, and you’re gonna kinda lay on me with your head towards my, uh, cock. And then...well, you probably have an idea what happens from there, right?”

“I can hazard a guess,” Wale replied with a subtle moan. “But I’d love to be shown in person anyway.”

The stage set, Kraz got down onto his side, one leg lifting as high as he could comfortably go and giving full exposure of his underside to the human - a display that would mortify Rhyz if he ever saw it. His dark red shaft stood out pretty starkly at its full size, not the least bit affected by the inattention while they set things up. There was a musky scent around the dragon that got stronger as Wale half-climbed onto Kraz, the dragon’s forepaws taking hold of him and holding him in place as he got on there; it was right in his face now, and he couldn’t help but be excited. Wale knew that his orientation was not necessarily towards females, but hadn’t really anticipated it to be towards dragons...he could only imagine what his father would say. “Ah...Kraz, how many...taboos are we breaking with this?”

“All of them. Including several that don’t exist yet, probably.”

“Beautiful.” So reassured, Wale reached out to grab that thick shaft once more, rubbing it over as he lifted it towards his mouth. That scent was powerful, and remarkably delightful; Wale wasn’t expecting to have a favor towards something like that, but he wasn’t questioning it. He opened his mouth and started licking over the tip, slurping up a bit of pre forming at the tip as well as getting the full flavor of that dragon meat. It was thick, heavy, smoky, with just a hint of spicy, and the fluid was similar except a bit saltier. Wale found it extremely satisfying, not in the way food would be but in a different fashion.

Kraz let out a loud murr as he felt Wale’s tongue start playing with him. The pointed tip of his cock was pretty sensitive, and that focused attention there was especially effective. But this wasn’t all about him, and he wanted to make sure he gave as good as he got. His long tongue started to slurp around Wale’s nethers, alternating between the human’s cock and balls and his rear end. He could hear satisfying moans from Wale as he massaged those sensitive organs with his hot tongue, relishing the human’s taste, a light and salty flavor his palate approved of. The human gasped and moaned louder, though, when his rear was introduced to the dragon’s tongue, pucker twitching as it was slurped over. Kraz was delighted to hear that, it meant his spell had worked - a little tiny something he’d slipped in to make it extra fun for the human.

It was an interesting position for Wale, being held up by Kraz’s claws and his own grip on the cock more than anything, but he was enjoying it - it almost felt like he was compelled to service the dragon to escape. And he knew Kraz wouldn’t do that, but he rather felt a thrill from the idea - after all, to him this was sort of payment for what they had agreed to. And the dragon was covering a lot more area than he was at the moment, his cock was easily engulfed by Kraz’s mouth or tongue, while he was barely working on the tip. It hardly seemed fair, and Wale wanted to do something about it...he opened wide and pushed himself into that cock, letting the tip press into his jaw and spread it wide. Already putting that spell to the test, and it was proving magnificent, he could feel the stretch, but there wasn’t any pain to it, in fact it felt pretty good in his experience. His mouth was now flooded with that flavor, and with a good burst of precum that quickly squirted out before he could fully swallow it. Unsurprisingly, compared to a human like him, a dragon was FAR more productive.

Kraz was helping Wale get a little further down on his cock, purring and growling hard as he felt the human get further down on him, his tongue playing with some of those spiky nubs - another part of him that was nice and sensitive. The dragon was very much enjoying the tightness and the adventurousness, Wale seemed to have a good instinct for pleasuring him. And he was more than eager to return the favor...his snout opened nice and wide, and he pushed forward, jaws coming down around Wale’s lower torso, clamping gently down to avoid doing any harm to his partner. His lower jaw was in good position to massage Wale’s gonads, and with this position his tongue could snake into the human’s rear end, delving deep into Wale’s asshole and providing a hot, thick pressure inside him for the first time in his life.

Though Wale’s moans were muffled with the cock embedded in his mouth, he was definitely making a lot of noise, very much enjoying the sensation. Considering the dragon’s tongue was at least as thick as a normal human’s tool, it almost felt like he was losing his anal virginity just as it was...though he knew the real claiming would be QUITE more momentous, and he could hardly wait. Those probably weren’t going to be as wiggly and flexible as the tongue was, either, poking around at the sensitive spots that he didn’t even know about until then. It made him squirm around in the dragon’s jaws - which sounded a lot more frightening than it was. And his cock and balls bathed in the heat of Kraz’s breath and being rubbed against the soft tissue at the bottom of the dragon’s maw was making him leak and drip and throb like none of his personal attentions ever had before.

There was just one thing wrong: he wanted to DO more. His jaw was nice and stretched around the first few inches of dragoncock, but he was about as stretched out as he could get in his current position. The only way he could do more to pleasure Kraz was if the dragon pushed it in. He reached forward and tugged on Kraz’s tool a bit, trying to signal what he wanted to the dragon, hoping that Kraz would allow him to do it and not worry about him...it took a bit, but Kraz let out a bit of a moan and pushed, sending the tip into his throat and beyond. Wale felt a moment of apprehension as his airway was fully blocked, robbing him of the ability to breathe; however, he felt an odd warmth in his chest, and despite not being able to get air through he wasn’t struggling for air. He couldn’t really moan anymore, but he kept sucking and swallowing and encouraging Kraz to keep going, and getting more and more of a throb out of the dragon’s cock as it descended further into him, spurting copious amounts of pre into his throat.

Kraz had been worried about how Wale would respond, but with the human’s encouraging signs, he continued to curl slowly, feeding more and more of his shaft into him. It was impressive that Wale was even willing to do this to him, he would not have minded at all if Wale had just wanted to worship the tip of his cock, but he wasn’t about to complain or deny it if he was willing. The more he sank into Wale, the harder he worked Wale’s other end, trying to pleasure him as much as he could. To him, it felt harder and harder to match what Wale was doing for him - so much of his cock was being massaged and pressured in the most glorious way, it was so much different from a dragon which wasn’t nearly as small and didn’t have nearly that level of pressure to provide, and he was loving the hell out of it. Still, Wale kept encouraging him, and he couldn’t stop himself from going deeper, until his knot met the human’s lips. THAT was not going to happen from that end - teeth weren’t friendly to knots, unfortunately - but to even get that far was incredible and gave Kraz a new respect for his human fuck-buddy.

The position was a bit awkward for both of them, Kraz almost folded on himself and Wale feeling a bit compressed between both ends of the dragon, but it wasn’t going to stay that way much longer, as they were both getting close to the end of the line. Wale’s orgasm hit first, his fresh spunk pooling at the bottom of Kraz’s muzzle as he shot hard and fast, spurred on by Kraz poking his prostate with his tongue, almost milking him of that salty fluid. Lost in the bliss of his euphoric high, Wale didn’t realize how close the dragon was...until Kraz suddenly yanked his tongue from the human’s rear and let out an echoing roar into the cave, and the human’s jaw and throat stretched wider from the throb that loosed a HUGE glut of thick seed directly down Wale’s throat. It felt like a flood that he couldn’t keep up with, but with that tool plugging up his throat the seed had nowhere to go but down, filling up his stomach quite rapidly. So much of it, so hot, so filling! And yet he wanted to taste it, but didn’t dare try to get off of Kraz yet, not as much as he was shooting, it would have been far too difficult for him to keep up. But he wasn’t sure his stomach would be able to hold all of it…

He was able to last just long enough to feel the load start to taper off before pushing himself back off of the spurting dick, timing it just right to open up his throat again between shots and get the tip to his mouth to get a fresh shot of that spunk. It was a taste similar to the dragon’s precum, but thicker, saltier, spicier, even a touch sweeter. Even at this late stage, there was far too much for him to be able to keep up with, and plenty of Kraz’s cum leaked out of his mouth and dripped onto the dragon’s body and the cave floor, but Wale was able to savor a good bit of it before the dragon finally ran out of ammo. His face was a mess and his gut felt packed, but such satisfaction Wale could scarcely claim to have had in all his living days.

Slowly he climbed off of Kraz as the dragon released his grip on him. “Wow...that was...something unlike anything I could have imagined.”

“Y-yeah, same...same here…” panted Kraz, still licking around his mouth to catch up any bit of Wale’s seed he might have missed - it was a shame the human produced so much less, it was such a satisfying taste! Perhaps he could do something about that, too...but that was something they could discuss later. “You were, ah, a very different experience than a dragon, and a better one at that. You didn’t have to take me all the way, you know…”

“Well, maybe not, but...well, I wanted to.” Wale blushed a bit at that admission, but it was very much the truth, why not say it? “I don’t want to feel like I’m getting better than I’m giving...this IS your reward, after all.”

“Mrr, don’t say that like getting to pleasure you isn’t rewarding for me, as well. Your moans are music to my ears.”

“Happy to please. If you’d like to hear more of them, and maybe some other lovely sounds, I’m sure I know a good way.”

There was no way Kraz was passing up an invitation like that; his cock hadn’t flagged at all, eager for more of Wale, and there was no question how that was going to happen. Well, maybe a couple questions, but only for details. “Oh, yes, a very good way. How are we doing this? Would it be more comfortable for you to be on top again?”

“Possibly, but I think that would be a bit awkward for you, wouldn’t it?” Wale leaned in and gave Kraz a quick peck on the snout. “Besides, I think it sounds fun to feel the power of a dragon bearing down on me like that. And if I’m wrong, well, we can change up when we get to that point...but I think it’ll be fine.”

“Okay. You can tell me to stop at any time, though, I don’t care if I’m just on the verge of knotting you.” Kraz rolled back over onto his feet, lifting himself up. “Do you want some kinda platform, or…”

“Maybe next time. I’m feeling a bit impetuous right now, I don’t want to lose that moment.” Wale dropped onto his hands and knees, lifting his rear high to invite Kraz to come for him. The rocky surface was indeed not the easiest on his knees, but he wasn’t about to let that stop him. “Don’t keep me waiting, you big sexy ruby…”

Oh, what a hot sight...Kraz wasn’t sure it was going to be the easiest position for Wale, but if the human wanted it, he wasn’t going to put up any objections. Carefully he stepped over the human, the difference in size more stark than ever as he barely had to lift himself to get over that proffered rear. He stopped as soon as the drooping tip of his cock brushed against the human’s flesh, operating a little blindly now. “Ngh, Wale...I’m not sure you’ll be able to stay in place once I really get going…”

It sounded less like a warning and more like permission to the human. “Kraz, I trust you more than I trust just about anyone...go ahead and do what you think will help.” Only moments after he said it, Wale felt pressure around his limbs, warm and not tight but restrictive without question; as he looked down, he could see what looked like strips of glowing energy that had his arms anchored tight to the rocky floor. His legs were in the same state, he couldn’t see but he could feel it. He wasn’t moving an inch, either under his own power or, presumably, Kraz’s. And when the tip of that cock pressed more firmly against his rear, he realized how important this actually was - even just that pressure felt like it would have made his limbs strain to stay in place. Maybe his impetuousness should have been reined in a bit this time...or maybe the bindings made it even better, that was possible too.

It took a bit of testing and trial for Kraz to get the tip of his cock in proper position for Wale, but once it was nestled between those cheeks and had found that tight pucker, it was all he could do to keep himself from going over the top. “Ngh...Wale...I’m ready…”

The human couldn’t have been more ready - that pressure at his rear was almost teasing him. “Kraz...take me, please…”

It was almost agony for Kraz to exercise the proper restraint, but for the first time especially, it was absolutely vital. After all, Wale could take him with the magic, but that didn’t mean that he was going to truly like it...overdoing it would make it much more likely that he’d not enjoy what was coming, and that was unacceptable to Kraz. So he pushed in gradually, letting the pointed time do the work of parting the flesh and paving the way for more of him to enter, slowly but surely. Wale let out a deep moan and groan as he felt thickness start to push into his ass, the pressure intense for the first-timer...a full-size dragon, even a younger one, was a hell of an introduction to this. Thankfully the magic was doing its job, forestalling any pain from the overwhelming penetration, and his amply-lubed rear wasn’t fighting too much against that hot organ.

Kraz paused once the spikes beneath his head were in, a little extra stretch that got a blissful cry out of Wale as they popped in. Once inside, they flared out a little, a little extra act that would make it harder for Kraz to pull out all the way until he’d concluded his orgasm. It was a little more commitment for the human, but he wasn’t going to get significantly wider than this until his knot, at least - if Wale could take this, the rest of it was probably not going to be trouble, at least until that point. “You, ah, doing all right down there, Wale?”

“Ohhh...better than all right…” Wale had been bracing himself for it to feel worse, but that stretch was remarkably enjoyable. The heat from Kraz’s dick was also really pleasant, filling him with a warmth that wasn’t quite like anything the human had ever experienced before. He could swear he could feel a current running through that shaft, too, some kind of magic he wasn’t familiar with, but wherever it touched his body it seemed to light him up. “Keep going, please, I...I really want to feel more…”

“Hah, me too...okay, here goes…” Careful was still important, but Kraz was bolstered by the lack of trouble Wale was having, and figured it was okay to pick up the intensity a bit. He started to thrust in deeper, maintaining a steady but faster pace, slowly pushing deeper inside Wale’s body with every motion. He was letting out growls and moans that were getting louder and more emphatic by the moment, as more of his shaft was engulfed in that incredibly tight passage - there was no way a dragon’s could compare at their size, the human was too small to yield as he got used to it, keeping it vice-like around his tool and making sure every part of him felt the intense pressure and warmth.

Wale was getting just as much out of it, if not more. That stretched seemed like it was filling his entire body, he could swear if he could look at his torso it would be bulging out from the sheer size of the shaft punching its way into him. And he could swear that the more inches disappeared into him, the better it felt, as more of him was made to fit around that dragon. Certainly, the embellishments on that shaft were also helping quite a bit - the flared spikes rubbed and flexed, their points always taut against him, sharp lines of euphoria following their motion in and out, and the spiky nubs along the rest of the dragon’s cock brushed along his walls and made him shiver with rapture wherever they touched, and they touched a LOT. Those nubs were especially potent right at his hole, where they popped in and out repeatedly, stimulating it beyond his wildest imagination. His voice was heralding his enjoyment, cries and wails of sheer delight ringing out under the dragon, and he could swear each time they got higher Kraz got more excited. And his own dick flopped back and forth between his legs, splashing pre all over the place, throbbing with a mighty need.

Another kind of filling was starting to make itself known seen enough - Kraz’s precum was really starting to gush into Wale now, soaking him and making the coupling significantly sloppier. A lot of the fluid was flooding deep into him, where he was already well-packed with one draconic load, but plenty of it was being shoved back out his rear end by that thick cock as it drove in, gushing out onto his legs and butt and balls. The scent of it was getting stronger the more came out, easily overpowering Wale’s own leakage and amplifying his lust and desire even further, and he couldn’t help but let out a strained plea. “Kraz...m-more…”

Kraz was almost on automatic now, so the request was satisfied almost unconsciously. He was starting to buck with significantly more ferocity, his cock yanking out and plunging back in with much more fervor than when they’d started, caution no longer a concern for him with the unwaveringly positive feedback he’d been getting. His knot was starting to smack against Wale’s rear, promising a warning of a grand finale that would be beyond even what they’d already been through. In his enraptured state, Wale couldn’t have any apprehension about that, he craved that thick bulb inside him like nothing he could remember. Each throb of the dragon’s cock promised it would come soon, and he was wordlessly pleading for it with every shaky caterwaul.

And even then he wasn’t ready for it when it happened - not that he truly could have been, not the first time. Suddenly, Kraz thrust in, and that bulge pressed against his hole and refused to relent for anything. Wale’s voice was cut off as a stretch unlike any other came to him, his lower half warping out of shape to accommodate that enormous knot properly. At first it felt like it wouldn’t make it, and then there was another forceful push and a loud pop and suddenly Wale was cumming like a geyser, his seed shooting out to splash against his chest, would have hit his chin and face if they had had a shot towards that. And then he heard the loudest roar he’d ever heard from Kraz, and suddenly he was being filled again, that gusher of dragon seed possibly even more robust than last time! Maybe it was partly that he already felt so stretched out, but he felt like he was swelling up faster and greater than the first load, and not a single drop of it had anywhere to go but inside thanks to that knot plugging him up perfectly. All he could do was take it and ride out an orgasm like none other.

It was better than anything for Kraz, as well, the dragon’s thoughts going momentarily blank as he reveled in the furious pleasure brought on by that tight body’s grip to his most sensitive organ. His hips ground against Wale, working out as much seed as he could, each gush into the human bathing his own cock in fresh spunk. It almost felt like he was being milked, and if it felt this good he would readily have submitted to that every single day. His body remained violently rigid, back arched and almost immobilized from the sheer pleasure, ensuring that there was nothing for the two of them but the throes of ecstasy for a good long while.

But eventually Kraz’s senses did come back to him, even through the continued high of orgasm. Loosening up just enough, he released the bonds on Wale’s body and grabbed the human to hold him closer to his body, unsteadily carrying him over to where he would turn around and settle himself with his back against the cave wall. He held Wale steady, the human still trapped on his dick, voice having gone hoarse from all his cries and now mostly left to tense moans.

Wale was dizzy for a while, the experience overloading his brain temporarily and rendering him little more than a draconic cock sleeve. When he shook it off, he found himself leaning back against Kraz, looking out over the cave which he’d be calling home for a good while, feeling like a balloon that might burst at any moment, Kraz’s arms wrapped lightly around him as the dragon nuzzled his head. His hands wandered wearily over his body...he was surprised not to feel anything out of place, even though everything inside felt like it was. “Uh? I...don’t feel you in there…” That assessment was quickly revised as he pressed down a bit, and felt a firmness that wasn’t normal. “Oh...but…”

“It doesn’t really show,” the panting Kraz confirmed. “That’s part of the magic...I don’t, uh, know everything about it, but it...just makes everything take up space inside without intruding on what’s there.”

“Wow...that’s pretty neat. Mm, much as I’m tempted to wonder what it’d be like if you could see it...probably for the better that that doesn’t happen.” Wale shifted back, rubbing into Kraz’s scales. “How long am I gonna be on you?”

“Dunno...it usually depends on how much I enjoyed myself...and I enjoyed myself a LOT...so it could be a while.”

“Mmn, I’m in no hurry. Though, if we were...does that whole ‘won’t hurt me’ thing apply to pulling a knot out?”

Kraz flushed a bit. “I, ah, don’t even think I could...another part of it is that it makes sure the knot stays in until it’s done. It’s a, uh...you know, that kinda spell.”

Wale tittered a bit. “The fun kinda spell, you mean.”

“Yeah. I’m glad you enjoyed it, though...I wasn’t sure if you would or not.”

“Oh, Kraz, it was the best...I never had any doubt you’d make it amazing. I’m definitely gonna look forward to repaying you for all you’re doing for me.”

“Mrr...me too…” Honestly, just having Wale around would have felt like payment enough...but Kraz knew there was no way he’d not want this again, and for sure Wale, the instigator of it all, would as well. They’d have to experiment to find the best ways to do it, but all that meant was getting to enjoy each other’s bodies a lot more. It almost felt like endowing the human with magic wasn’t enough - but perhaps he’d find other ways to satisfy his prince as well.