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Part 2

Marvin was lying in his bed, turned to the wall with his eyes widely opened from all the nervousness he was feeling. He tried his best to relax, to calm down, but he was still heavily upset over what Oteric did -and what consequences it would have. He was screwed! -That thought rushed through his head over and over the most. It’s those damned wounds. Those wounds on his face were more than just obvious. It would be the first thing anybody would notice if they’d meet him from now on. Even when the wounds would be sort of healed off after a month or so, they would probably never fully disappear. He will get scars -And every time someone would ask him how that happened he’d have to evade the question, since telling the truth would not only be way too embarrassing for him -it would get Oteric eventually into prison. That’s why Oteric would never, on no occasion, allow him to tell anything about this, and he did his best to make sure to prevent Marvin from doing that. He even confiscated his phone -he took it from him when he wasn’t paying attention and hid it somewhere around the apartment. And if that wasn’t enough, Oteric was watching over him all the time. He would never leave him alone in a room. He was always there. Always. But Marvin didn’t do anything besides passively laying on his bed, trying to process the recent events, anyways.

Marvin was so taken up he didn’t even bother to clean up the mess Oteric made previously. The bed was covered in spots of his blood and Oteric’s seed. The room was filled with a foul smell, but it didn’t disturb him at all. He had bigger problems now. He had his back turned to Oteric who was just inches behind him on the bed. So close to him that their bodies almost touched. The bed wasn’t very tall, unlike Oteric. He was almost taking up the entire bed which was only sized for one human to lay in it at the time. Despite having Oteric to his back and not seeing him he figured that the dragon wasn’t necessarily comfortable with this situation, maybe even feeling uneasy as well.

It was obvious that all Oteric cared about is that no one ever would hear about what he did to him, because that would get the authorities to put him under arrest. Oteric’s stubbornness prevented Marvin from getting any help he needed from the medical side. He thought that if he’d have those wounds professionally treated there would be investigations on how that happened which would eventually lead to Oteric, getting the one time on him.

Marvin thought about just calling them all the time, yet, even when he would still have access to his phone, he wouldn’t be sure at all if he would really have the guts to pull that. He would screw Oteric over -and with the time spent, despite that domination thing, he really came to like him. Also, when Oteric would be free again, he would probably take his revenge. Then the wounds on his face would be the last thing to worry about.

He knew that Oteric perhaps would be at least kind of ashamed or guilty about what he did to him, but not ashamed enough apparently to let him get the help he needed with the consequence of letting the authorities, maybe even the media, know what happened.

But there must be a way to! A way to make this situation somewhat better. Maybe he would even be able to get that help -with avoiding that certain consequence, with this getting too much attention… But still being in shock he wasn’t one with clear thinking. His thoughts kept sticking to how screwed him and Oteric were, how hopeless their situation seemed.

Despite not being able to think discretely he still tried his best to find a way out. He thought about every option, every action he would be able to implant in this moment. The options he had -and what consequences they would bring with them.

Calling the cops or an ambulance wasn’t an option -Oteric, that treacherous lizard, hid his phone. He could get up and try to find his phone, but Oteric would notice if he’d go and search around his apartment, he had his eyes on him all the time.

Anything to do with leaving the house is not an option either, they both were too uncomfortable with having those wounds shown to the public. Maybe that’s avoidable, perhaps there is a way to cover them up?

Marvin pondered what essentials he had at home to do that.

Using the table cloth as a face bandana? No- it wouldn’t cover up the face enough to entirely hide his wounds. Everything starting from his eyes would still be visible.

Maybe the mask he used to wear under his biking-helmet when he still had one? No -it would cover up the wounds but a guy wearing a balaclava-like mask would draw too much negative attention. People might mistake him for some sort of criminal. In public places, he might be asked to take it off and that’s where the trouble would begin.

But what would be allowed for someone to wear in public which would cover up the entire face? Or even the entire head?

Suddenly he had a bright idea. A helmet, those helmets motorcyclist use! A full-face helmet. A biker helmet would be convenient… But he didn’t have one, not anymore. He could buy one and have it delivered but they’re expensive and he would have to face the delivery guy, and if that guy would go around and tell about what he saw… No, there must be another way to get one.

That guy, Russel, his friend, he’d surely have one. He drives a motorcycle. He can have it dropped off at his house. But there he would meet another problem again: He would need to call him for that, since he can’t leave the house and see him in person. But there’s no way Oteric would let him use his phone, especially to call someone. But he could still try to persuade him: if he would get Russel to bring a helmet over which could cover his face that would be the solution to some of their problems right now. He could at least leave the house. That would be something. Oteric must let him!

Thinking about how he was going to talk the dragon into letting him use his cellphone he slowly turned around, facing Oteric…

As expected, Oteric was still awake as well, lying down behind him. He had a less worried expression on his face than he’d expected, he seems kind of laid back. Marvin’s expected that Oteric would have his eyes, his beautifully blue colored eyes, on him but apparently that wasn’t the case, his head was turned away, his glare staring in emptiness into the room, apparently also in pondering about a possible solution -or something else.

Marvin was about to say something, but his attention was caught once again by the dragon’s astonishing body. Oteric was laying there on his side, resting his upper body on the wall and having one of his hind legs stand upright and the other comfortably sprawled out to the side, unintentionally exposing the crotch. Marvin’s eyes wandered from the beautiful eyes, to the muscular chest, to the well-fed belly were he rested his forelegs on, to the area between the hind legs with the slit and the tailhole… No, not now! -he thought. They could make out later when they found a solution to this face-problem, now he had to head his thoughts straight, he must convince Oteric. But still, taking another quick look wouldn’t hurt…

“Do you really haven’t got anything better to do than looking over my openings?”

In eagerness Marvin hasn’t notice how the head of the dragon has turned to him as Oteric suddenly interrupted the silence, sounding surprisingly neutral about catching him doing such a thing.

Marvin immediately went red from being caught.

“Oh, I …” he thought of something to say to distract from the embarrassing situation “I’ve just got an idea.”

“An idea, huh?” Oteric seductively said, smirking. His eyelids were only halfway opened as he leaned forward towards Marvin and gently placed his claw on his face -carefully caressing along the areas which weren’t covered in those wounds. Marvin almost lost focus by the feeling of the soft touch of the dragon.

“No, no, not that kind of idea!” he interrupted the petting. Oteric lowered his claw and looked at him in disbelief. After a short moment, his glare turned serious again “Well then, Marv” he said, sounding slightly disappointed. “What is your idea, then?”

“I think I might know something that could help us right now. Y’know, about my face you messed up. But I need to phone someone, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh, no way. You are not calling the cops on me!” Oteric immediately denied, as he would have expected that he would say something like that.

“I’m not!” Marvin protested. Oteric responded by frowning in concern, like he wouldn’t believe him.

“Listen, I just gotta call a friend of mine for that” Marvin added to convince him. Oteric’s concern didn’t decrease however. But seeing now other way he kept trying, he needed to make that call!

“I’ll have him bring something that will help me cover up the wounds, so I can at least leave the house”

Oteric’s concern didn’t seem to wear off, however did he tilted his head down in thinking a little. Most likely thinking about if he’d risk letting him use the phone.

Whenever Marv should be up to something on the phone he’d still be able to stop him. Oteric, in his thoughts, wasn’t sure at all if having brought something from a ‘friend of his’ would be safe. Even when Marv wouldn’t be telling, the friend he mentioned might inquire why he would suddenly need such a helmet. -If this friend would still be contactable at this time. Time has passed since the evening, it was night by now.

“Now?” Oteric suddenly said, looking back up. Marvin glared in confusion. “What do you mean? Of course now!”

“I mean, it is very late into the night” he explained. “I don’t know when humans usually go to sleep but I bet that whoever you are intending to call is not even awake anymore”

Marvin glared in disbelief for a short moment. But the dragon had a point, Russel might be asleep, and when he has turned off the phone overnight again he might not be able to reach him anyways.

“Well…Hold up.”

Marvin reached into his pocket to grab his smartphone, which usually would be there, to check the time -as he always would do. After a short moment of finding nothing he remembered that Oteric has taken it from him. He felt a little dull after this.

Looking around he quickly noticed he didn’t have any clocks in his rooms, only the digital in the kitchen he used when he was waiting for his dragon partner. To check how late it is he must use this one.

Marvin hastily got up from the bed, leaving the room shortly after.

Oteric stared after him in concern for a short moment before he quickly got up from the bed as well. He turned to his belly, got to all fours and carefully stepped off the -under his weight- unstable bed, placing the forepaws on the floor and following with the hindlegs. Just as he got to the ground he hastily followed after Marvin, quickly leaving the room as well.

Marvin was standing behind the doorway, as he has stopped walking when he spotted the clock and looked how late it was.

He suddenly felt an impact on his back, making him stumble a few steps forward.

Apparently Oteric was following so hastily he must have accidentally bumped into him.

Marvin looked up in concern as he was about to reflexively say something like ‘would you open your damn eyes’ but held it back as he surely wouldn’t want to anger Oteric another time…

“So, is he still awake?” Oteric asked as he stared down to him, expecting an answer.

“Err…” Marvin glared back to the clock. It read 2 am.

Man, time flies by when your life is fucked seems ruined -he thought as he realized how much time has passed since Oteric arrived and did those things to him…

“…I don’t think so” he hesitantly replied, sounding worried from knowing that his plan -his only opportunity of help- wouldn’t be able to be executed.

“Alright then. Now go back to bed, you really need rest” Oteric immediately commanded. It seemed like he was uncomfortable with Marvin being on his feet, walking around the apartment.

Maybe he was anxious about him unintentionally discovering the place where he hid the phone and coming back for it later? That would be another plan. Marvin thought about walking around his apartment a little more. Maybe Oteric didn’t even really properly hid his phone, just put it somewhere away from his bedroom. He’s a dragon, he probably doesn’t know where to hide things in a human house.

“If you don’t mind, I have to-“

“I said go to bed!” he rudely interrupted.

“But, I-“

“No.”

“Just listen! I have to-”

“I wasn’t asking!!!” Oteric loudly growled as he slightly bared his teeth, interrupting him again. The dragon’s voice seemed even more intimidating when he spoke in that threatful tone since it sounded so tempting and attractive -when he wasn’t threatening him.

“Fine…” he shyly said as he moved past Oteric back into his room. Not daring to make any eye contact while he got past him, he didn’t want to glare up to his anger filled face any longer. It reminded of earlier. The dragon had this face when his ‘feral creature took over’, as Oteric described, and did those terrible things to him.

The dragon followed Marvin as he got back into the bedroom.

Oteric grabbed the door handle with his maw and pulled the door loudly shut and subsequently hit the light switch with his tail, noisily turning off.

Marvin lied back down on the bed, sighing. He turned to the wall, facing away from the spot behind him, just as before. Only some seconds after he felt how the entire bed lowered as Oteric lied down as well. The dragon carefully dropped himself on his back, right next to him. Marvin had to huddle at the side of the bed so Oteric would have enough space to lie down.

Now he was back where he was before.

Relaxing still wasn’t easier now, his situation seemed hopeless.

To get to a way out he’d need a new plan. Something that wouldn’t include Oteric noticing and preventing it. But that was difficult, that dragon was watching him all the time.

But for now, he should sleep. Oteric was right, he needed rest.

He closed his eyes. Even after some time passed, his thoughts were still as wild and active as before.

Suddenly Marvin had another idea. A treacherous idea. One last plan.

…Maybe…just maybe…in case he would wake up earlier than Oteric, which was likely since dragons had longer sleeping times, he could sneak out of the room and look around for his phone and get the help he needed… and perhaps call the police? He still wasn’t sure at all if he should really call the cops on him. If he’d call an ambulance the doctors probably would have inquired how those terrible wounds happened. Then the investigations would find out what Oteric’s done to him.

But never mind that, for now. He could make those decisions when he would have acquired the phone.

To get to the first step of his plan, to be awake when Oteric was sleeping, he’d had wait. Maybe even fall asleep himself and hope to wake up earlier than Oteric. But sleeping was even harder now, as he felt an additional kind of nervousness -of the plan he was about to execute.

Suddenly he felt one of Oteric’s forelegs reach over his body, making him flinch from the sudden touch. Just afterwards he felt another foreleg dig under him. They both enfolded him and softly pulled him to Oteric’s chest. He heard the dragon behind him let out a relaxing groan as he was being pushed into the muscular scaly breast. From the slow breaths he could tell that the dragon was resting, ready to slumber -hugging him from behind with his forelegs while they both were about to fall asleep.

Despite still having in his head what Oteric did to him he found it pleasant, being hugged by a dragon hunk like that. It made him calm down. It felt like he could finally relax a litlle.

He turned around to the dragon’s chest, no longer having his back turned to Oteric. He carefully pressed his body towards the dragon, snuggling his head into the muscular chest. He felt the forelegs hug him a little harder as he did that. One claw at the back of his head pushed him gently, into the warm scales.

Marvin shut his eyes as he has made himself comfortable between the forelegs and the scaly breast. It didn’t take long until he eventually relaxed enough to enter sleep…

He awoke as daylight shined through the windows, illuminating the room. In tiredness he lifted his head from the mattress and looked around barely getting to hold his eyes open. He quickly noticed that he wasn’t laying in Oteric’s fore legs anymore. Apparently, while sleeping, the dragon must have dropped him and even pushed away -he was lying at the far edge of the bed.

He slowly turned his head to the direction he heard the slow loud breaths of the slumbering dragon. Just like he expected, he was still sleeping, turned over to the belly with his limbs and wings sprawled out into all directions and the head lying on its side with an open maw, slobbering a little. The sprawled-out tail even reached to the ground.

Now was the time to get out! He already had a little experience with sneaking around while people were sleeping from sleepovers he had way back in his childhood where he usually was the first one to be awake, because he was an early morning person back then. But this wasn’t the moment to think back to the good ol’ childhood times, now he had something way more important to do.

His tiredness quickly slipped away from the nervousness he was feeling. He has to get out of the room -without waking up the dragon.

As careful as possible, Marvin got up. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, not turning his head away from Oteric to make sure he stayed asleep.

He carefully moved over to the edge of the bed and as noiseless as possible placed his legs on the ground. He stood up from the bed very slowly, still not having his head turned away from the slumbering dragon.

Now he’d had to leave the room, without Oteric noticing.

One step carefully placed after another he moved to the door, only slowly making forward progress. His glare constantly switched from scanning the floor for objects he might accidentally step on back to checking if Oteric hasn’t awaken.

After a couple steps he reached the door. Without hesitating he lied his hand on the handle and softly pushed it down. To avoid making any noise he pushed as slowly as possible, taking up some while until the door handle was all the way down. Right after the handle couldn’t be pushed any further he began to pull the door open, also as slow and quiet as possible. Just when the door was halfway open he stepped through the frame to the other side, pulling it shut behind him, making a quiet banging noise as he let go of the door handle -luckily still not loud enough to wake Oteric.

There he was, finally out of the room. Now he’d had to look for his phone.

Not knowing where to look first he proceeded into the room -just away from the door with the sleeping dragon behind it. He was still moving quietly but not as carefully as before with Oteric in the room. The longer he was moving around the more carelessly he got.

He became even more nervous from the pressure he felt now- he needed that phone and Oteric could wake up anytime and notice that Marvin wasn’t next to him anymore. Who would know what happens when the dragon catches him trying to betray him… The earlier he finds that phone the better.

While nervous thoughts rushed through his head he rummaged around in the shelves, checked every drawer, even got down to the floor to check under the sofa. Being busy with searching through everything he suddenly heard a ringing noise coming from the table in front of the TV.

His phone! Somebody must be calling him. Marvin rushed to the table. It was covered in magazines of all kinds (no kinky ones though). Looking for the phone which’s ringing noise he heard being emitted from somewhere right in front of him he carelessly tossed them all aside, until he finally spotted his phone. Not bad, Oteric… he thought. Hiding the phone under the magazines really wasn’t a bad idea of his.

But his attention was quickly brought back to who was calling him as he took and held up the phone to see who it was.

It was Russel, his buddy. How convenient. He immediately answered the phone and held it to his ear.

“Russel?!” he worriedly said.

“Hey, M! Wassup?” the characteristically enthusiastic voice answered. Apparently, Russel hasn’t realized yet that he was in a troubled situation. He sounded so carefree.

“Did I… happen to forget my biker cut at ‘cho crib the other day? I can’t find it, man!”

In his desperate situation Marvin ignored what the voice at the other end just said and proceeded with his problem.

“Russel, listen. I fucked up. Badly. I need your help with something”

“Ay, don’t tell me you torched ’cho kitchen again”

“Nah, man. It’s-“

“Oh wait, I know! You was at a party the other night and this mornin’ you woke up next to some bitch who’s ugly as hell”

_“_No! Just-“

“The one-time is at ‘cho crib?!”

“Hell nah! Just listen! “

“Aight”

“Okay, I …had this meet-up with someone in my apartment-“

“Was it that dragon dude who asked me some serious questions about you?”

Marvin went red. But hiding his secret date-partner wasn’t worth it anymore now, he needed help.

“Let’s assume…yes”

“Gosh, I thought I was weird”

“We were just casually hanging out! We didn’t do anything…unusual”

“Whatever homie” he chuckled.

“Anyways, listen. Some shit went wrong-”

He suddenly felt the phone being ripped out of his hand and heard it being tossed away, hitting the floor somewhere behind him.

Marvin immediately turned around to inquire and was shocked from the sight.

(Domination part begins here. Includes: Violence, Choking/breathplay, Ropes)

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Oteric was standing right behind him, looking down to him with a glare more anger filled and intimidating than he has ever seen him. From all the anger Oteric was feeling he inhaled the air so strongly it made loud noises and his snout was even moving slightly up and down.

“You told them” he angrily spoke in that intimidating tone. That same tone the dragon had the other time, when he did those terrible things to him that resulted with his face being mutilated.

Right afterwards the dragon growled at him, visibly baring his razor-sharp teeth.

Marvin slowly backed away from the dragon, not making any sudden movements. He was aware of that talking to the dragon wouldn’t help him in his situation. Despair started to build up as he realized that nothing in his power would help him now. All he could do is attempting to flee. But that option fell away as well as he felt a wall with his back. Trying to move along the wall he soon noticed another wall next to him. He was cornered in. His fear intensified as he realized how hopeless his situation was. He might die. Or worse…

The dragon slowly stepped nearer and nearer to him. The sharp teeth Oteric was bearing sent chills down his spine. All Marvin did was holding himself away as far as he could from the angry dragon, staring up to him with a frightened expression.

Oteric eventually got so close to him that his front wasn’t even a yard away from Marvin’s face. He had to tilt his head all the way up to glare up along the chest to the dragon’s furious face.

Suddenly he felt the claws being quickly placed at his body -one at his grasping him by the chin and one grabbing his shoulder. Then with a quick movement he was relentlessly tossed to the ground.

Marvin hit the floor board harshly and injured his right arm as he attempted to break the fall. He painstakingly flipped over to his back, but the second he was facing the rear of the dragon he suddenly saw the tail move at his face with high speed. Then all he saw was a white flash.

Blackness surrounded his view field for some seconds as his head was laying on the ground nearly unconscious. It felt like he couldn’t do anything, like he wasn’t conscious enough to have control over his body.

His consciousness gradually came back over the time. He tried all the time to get up but he could barely lift his limbs. As he with difficulty eventually managed to lift his head and upper body off the ground after some time, only using the left arm as a support since his right arm was injured, he felt something immediately pressing him down again. That dragon placed his claw on his body and prevented him from standing back up.

He felt the collar of his shirt being grasped by both sides. Then he was being dragged across the floor, back to the table where he found his phone earlier. Marvin was still too knocked away to do anything against it. The mighty claws of the dragon suddenly dug beneath him and lifted his entire body up, dropping him onto the sofa shortly after.

Marvin looked up to the dragon’s furious eyes once again. But this time he noticed that the dragon was carrying something in its maw. He focused his gaze until the blur disappeared.

It was a winded up rope! Marvin’s eyes widened in shock. And just after he recognized the object Oteric took the rope out of its maw with one claw and tightly held his head in place with the other claw, painfully grasping him by the chin again.

He pushed up Marvin’s head and Oteric moved his head closer to him.

“Don’t move” he growled right into his face. Marvin responded by slightly whimpering in fear, looking up to the sharp teeth with widened eyes.

The claw let go of his chin. Suddenly he felt his arms being grasped and moved together to his front. Marvin shrieked in pain as the right arm was still injured from the fall before -and now hurt more being roughly moved around. But the dragon didn’t care, he just proceeded with his actions anyways. As his arms were on his belly he felt the rope being wrapped around his wrists. The dragon tied the arms together as hard as the rope would allow. Marvin didn’t resist, the dragon has commanded him to not move and he was too intimidated to disobey. Now with his arms tied together he couldn’t resist much anyways.

The next thing he felt was his legs being pressed together from another rope tightly embracing them, just like his arms. As he realized what was going on he tried to move his arms to get up, but -as a common consequence of limbs being tied up- he couldn’t move them as he wanted. He only could move his arms up and down but not apart from one another or to the side in any way.

He tried to lean to the side and push himself up but as soon as his upper body left the surface of the sofa he was quickly turned over and aggressively pressed down again.

The dragon placed both claws on his chest and leaned forward, pushing him down and harshly pressing him into the sofa. Having the dragon’s weight on him felt painful. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t move anything. The rope prevented his limbs from being moved around to the side or apart -but he still could place his legs upright and try to push himself up that way.

The dragon eventually got tired of the attempts of Marvin to free himself, so to stop him from trying to break out of the rope he grasped Marvin’s throat with his claw.

“I said don’t move!” he repeated, growling, the dragon’s face being so close to Marvin’s he felt the air coming out of the gigantic nostrils above the maw.

However, in alarm of having the claw at this sensitive spot, he panicked even more, ripping and tossing around with his bounded limbs even more.

Oteric tightened the grasp, beginning to restrict air. Marvin’s breaths were quickly mixed with whimpers of despair as he felt the air being limited for him. From the tormenting feeling of not getting enough air he quickly began to panic. Sweat of adrenaline started to run down his forehead. He constantly tried to get as much air as he could -as much air as the dragon allowed.

In fear of the grasp to tighten more with the air being restricted further he stopped any types of movements.

He just lay there under the foreleg, glaring up to the merciless dragon in horror. In this moment, Marvin could do absolutely nothing which was in his will. All attempts would be -and were- strict down by the dragon with the claw controlling his breath.

With the air restricted he started to feel somewhat dizzy- next to the alarm he constantly felt. Within the helplessness he realized that all he has left from what he could do is to wait until the dragon would make a move again -and hope it wouldn’t be so tormenting.

Some time has passed in which he lied under in tension under the mighty claw. Time in which all they did is looking each other. Marvin, of course, had a gaze of despair, but Oteric however was looking down to him in anger, the head brought close to Marvin’s face to demonstrate the power of the dragon -as if there was any doubt. In the time Marvin has gotten a little used to the air restriction and calmed down a little bit. Being able to think a little clearer his mind was working well enough to get to the idea of trying to get Oteric back to sanity back by yielding and begging for mercy.

“Oteric, please!” he yelled in struggle “Please stop doing this to-“

Oteric shut him up by tightening the grasp, restricting the air even more. Marvin felt his head lighting.

“Only talk when I allow you to do so” the dragon growled while he watched the human under his claw suffer. It was a feeling of satisfaction for the dragon, he’s got Marvin absolutely under his control. Serves him right for trying to betray him.

“What did you tell them?” Oteric inquired in a growling tone, using the dominance as a tool to get the information he asked for.

Marvin however was in so much pain and panic that he didn’t answer. It seemed like the question just went through him, all he did was tilting his head aside as far as the claw’s grasp allowed and close his eyes in agony while whimpering from tormenting feeling of not being fully able to breath. He was even sobbing a little. Tears of despair started to exit his tightly shut eyes.

“Listen!” the dragon yelled to get Marvin’s attention to his question. To make sure that this time he reacted he loosened up the grasp a little -not too much- so it would allow him to properly speak and not just pitifully whine all the time.

As Marvin felt the grasp loose and heard the dragon yell at him his glare went back to the dragon’s head, which was being held very close to him. Oteric stared with anger into the tearing eyes, which looked back at him in desperation and suffer.

“What. Did you. Tell them?” he repeated his question, obviously being annoyed to have to repeat himself.

“I- I didn’t tell anything!” he cried out within his heavy breaths.

Oteric’s anger filled face additionally drew disbelief.

Suddenly the grasp tightened, again. But this time it was way harder. Harder than he choked him before. Marvin barely got air, at some points he got none at all. He quickly felt his head starting to feel very dizzy. The sudden torment over rushed him so much that he at first screamed in pain, his cries turning into whimpers of desperation again. He constantly tried to rip the arms out of the rope and kicked around with his bounded legs in absolute terror.

Oteric loosened the grasp after a short time. A short time which seemed like a very tormenting long time. If Oteric would have kept the tighter grasp going he would have choked the human to blackout.

The grasp may was loosened again but it was still restricting the air, a little more than the other time he loosened up the grasp.

“Don’t you dare to lie to me!” Oteric angrily yelled, intimidating Marvin so much it made him whimper in despair again. “I heard you. How you said that you had someone came over…”

Oteric made the grasp a little harder

“…and that something went wrong”

Marvin ripped his eyes open.

“But…I- I only told him this. I…I wasn’t going to-“

“SHUT UP, you little treacherous worthless biped” Oteric interrupted by making the grasp extremely tight for a short moment.

“Just tell me who you were speaking to!” he inquired, again with that growling tone.

“It was… just my friend! That guy, Russel!”

“And you were trying to get your friend onto me, huh? Was that your plan?”

Marvin heard the anger increase as the dragon spoke.

“You sneak away from me and call your partner to help you bring me behind bars?” he fearsomely asked as he moved his head closer and played around with the grasp again.

“No I- I…” Marvin couldn’t think of a reason. In panic he totally forgot that it wasn’t him who called Russel, but Russel who phoned Marvin!

“Yeah, yeah, go on, why did you call him?” Oteric commanded him to proceed.

Marvin ended up just looking up to the dragon again, saying nothing from intimidation.

There was silence. Oteric gave him plenty of time to respond but Marvin did nothing but lay there in his ropes with his throat under the claw and glare up to the dragon in horror.

“I should have known…” Oteric suddenly disrupted the silence. The disappointment he was feeling was easy to notice. Oteric’s gaze suddenly filled up with anger again, even more than before

“Your skull will decorate my hoard.”

The dragon placed the second claw at his throat, grasping it as well. Just shortly after Marvin felt his windpipe being shut. Entirely.

He squirmed heavily under the grasp which was tighter -way tighter than it was before. With his whole body he was trying to move, only to be restricted by the ropes. His failed attempts to get air only resulted in making odd noises. In adrenaline his eyes were ripped open. His mouth was open in attempt to gasp air, with no result.

His head became dizzy. His view started to black in.

A blackness surrounded his view field, closing it in. The field of view got smaller and smaller

“Wake up!”

He heard a strange but familiar voice. He had no clue where it came from.

“Wake up, Marvin!”

Suddenly from the blackened view field a new picture emerged.

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(End Domination Part)

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Marvin jumped up as he ripped his eyes opened, panting heavily, hastily looking around in fright. He wasn’t on the sofa anymore.

He quickly spotted Oteric sitting in front of him, holding him up by his shoulders. Oteric was rattling on his body with the claws. Marvin still had a glare of fear but the dragon wasn’t staring down to him in fearsome anger. He in fact drew a worried expression.

Marvin was confused. Wasn’t that dragon just choking him to death?

He looked around. He spotted that he wasn’t in ropes and that he wasn’t on his sofa. Looking around more he realized that he was actually on his bed. In his bedroom. It was bright, Oteric must have turned the lights on.

And his throat. The pain was gone. And his arm he injured in the fall was unharmed as well.

“Marvin!” Oteric worriedly yelled, rattling on his body once more. Marvin continued to glare up to Oteric with an alarmed expression.

“Is everything okay, Marv?” he loudly asked. “Did you have some sort of nightmare?”

A nightmare? Yes, that is what it must have been. Just a nightmare… He has feared and struggled for his life, but apparently it was just nothing but a damn nightmare.

Marvin was still too taken up from the recent events from the dream he had, he has just begun to understand that it wasn’t real. Just in his head. While he was asleep.

“What…happened?” he finally got himself to speak.

“You were peacefully sleeping, until you suddenly started tossing around, whimpering, crying, screaming, yelping, panting, saying things like ‘Please stop!’ and then, all of a sudden, you almost stopped breathing” he explained with a slight tone of worry.

Marvin was a little less confused than before, but still a little flustered.

“Is everything alright now?” Oteric asked concerned.

“Yeah, I guess…” he said as his breaths started to become back to normal again.

Oteric suddenly dug his claws behind Marv’s back and pulled him towards him, firmly pressing him onto his scaly chest. Then he carefully dropped himself down -with Marvin in his forelegs- and lied down on the bed. Then he lifted his chest again and removed the forelegs from him.

“You should have seen yourself” he spoke as he stood above him, chuckling a little.

“You were totally losing it! What was it even that got you all so tensed up?” he subsequently asked in curiosity, smirking.

Marvin was unsure if he should tell him -speak about how he dreamt that Oteric would have tied him up and tortured him.

“You really wanna hear this?” he shyly replied.

Oteric confidently nodded his head.

Marvin sighed. “Fine”

He thought about how he should deliver the events of his dream properly for some seconds.

“I somehow got in possession of my phone and got a call from a friend”

Oteric tilted his head in confusion.

“That doesn’t sound all to nightmarish”

“I…wasn’t finished” Marvin concernedly said.

“Oh. My bad, go on, Marv”

“So, we had a good time speaking, until…”

That would be the part Oteric would come in. He thought about it again, if he should really speak about Oteric being portrayed as unbelievably fearsome and evil.

“Until…?” Oteric demanded him to go on.

“Do you still really wanna hear this?” Marvin asked once more, again sounding extremely shy.

“Yes! Go on! You can tell me.” Oteric curiously answered.

“Alright…everything was fine until...I started talking about what recently happened. Then you were suddenly behind me, knocked me down, tied my limbs together and the dream ended with you choking me to death.”

Oteric’s curiosity quickly depleted.

“Hmm, sounds like something I’d do to you if I’d catch you attempting to betray me. Except for tying you up and killing you. Geez, Marv, what kind of animal do you take me for? Do you think I’m some sort of a monster?” he asked, chuckling again.

Marvin hoped to gain empathy from the dragon but by what he has replied he was quickly let down.

“No, it’s just… when you get angry, you…you become like a different person. And I have to admit, I’m scared of that person.”

Oteric looked down, slightly showing indication of guilt.

Shortly after, he tumbled over next to him and lied down on his side. He embraced Marvin’s body with his forelegs again and softly pulled him towards him, but not into the chest. He left some space.

Oteric rested his head on the bed on the level of Marv’s head. He turned to the side, their faces being right in each other’s view fields. They both stared into the eyes of each other. Marvin quickly felt taken away as he was reminded of those beautifully blue-colored iris Oteric had.

“So” Oteric suddenly disrupted the silence. Marvin’s focus fell back to what Oteric would say. “Would you mind if I ask you a few things?”

“Err…no, not at all” he answered in confusion about why he suddenly brought something like that up. But whatever would distract him from the dream he just had.

“Alright, good. I’m still curious about your species, you see. I’ve heard a few things about humans I want to inquire if they were true…So, is it true that you, humans, sometimes domesticate animals?”

“Uh…yeah. Like, back in my childhood we had pets”

“Pets, huh?”

“Yeah, we had lots of them. Like…we had a total of 6 bunnies, 2 cats, 3 dogs, some hamsters…”

“Man, keeping those under control must have been quite a chore, wasn’t it?”

“It’s…not that bad. Well, it was hard sometimes. I would like to see you take care of like 10 animals at once. Do dragons even have pets?”

Oteric chuckled a little as he lifted his head back up, forcing Marv to look up with his head as well to continue looking into those eyes.

“Yes, but not in that matter. Pets more like… thralls. Or servants. You know, I even happen own a pet”

Marvin widened his eyes and lifted his head up too.

“You do?”

“Yes, Marv. You”

“What?”

“You are my pet” he said while he lifted a claw and caressed along Marvin’s face with it.

Marvin’s eyes widened in shock. “For real? You consider me your pet?!” he asked in disbelief. He felt this dread build up inside him again. That dreadful feeling that told that this is not going to end well.

Oteric responded by chuckling “Geez, calm down. I’m just playing around with you. You aren’t” he added, smirking while he proceeded to gently stroke his claw around the concerned face of Marvin. He felt a little relieved.

“Yeah, as long as you’re just playin’…whatever’s cool by me, just don’t give my face another make-over you douche.”

Oteric frowned in concern.

“Listen, you made me do this!” he said with an admonitory tone. “You assaulted me first, remember? And yelling ‘fuck you’ at me doesn’t seem so bright now, doesn’t it?”

Marvin frowned with concern as well. He was about to protest something as the dragon added “I am aware of that you’re the one who had to suffer the wounds, but it is all your fault.” While he was explaining he pointed the claw at his chest and repeatedly tapped it.

“You know what, Oteric” Marvin said as he pushed the claw aside, away from his chest.

“You’re one nasty hypocrite”

He obviously didn’t have this typically shy tone anymore he always had when he talked to Oteric, who responded to that accuse by just making an angry face, showing the teeth and growling slightly.

“I mean, you get anger problems out of nowhere, ruin my face, threaten and intimidate me all the fucking time and act like I’m the guilty one?” he added.

Oteric suddenly grasped the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him towards him.

“YOU made me do this! You attacked me, you challenged me!”

He dropped Marv back down onto the bed subsequently.

For some seconds he just looked up in shock, before he protested something again.

“Well forgive me, you ignorant fuck…” he said while getting himself up again “…but when you pinned me down, all I fucking got left was self-defense!”

It felt a little unusual for him shouting at the dragon since an angry tone didn’t suite his recessive behavior he usually had. In fact, it was the first time he has ever raised his voice to a dragon. But Oteric didn’t show himself backing off in any kind.

“Self-defense? That’s how you call it now? And you call me hypocritical?!” he growled while he lifted him up by the collar again and added “Tell me Marv, are you trying to tell me that it wasn’t self-defense, when I incapacitated the one who assaulted me with a melee weapon?”

“Incapacitated?! You choked me, repeatedly hit my face with your claws and forced me to give you a handjob! For hitting you with a fucking lamp!”

“You started this.”

“Started it? Well, if it’s my fault, what are you still doing here? Feel free to leave. Go! Go aw-”

The claw that was just holding him up by his collar suddenly quickly moved to his face. Oteric stopped him from talking by tightly grabbing his chin. As he moved his head closer to Marvin’s he could see this terrified expression in his little eyes he usually had when Oteric intimidated him that way.

“You know damn well why I won’t leave” the dragon spoke directly into his face. “They won’t know what happened, you hear me? You will NOT have me imprisoned!”

Right after he finished that sentence he threw him back to the bed, pushing him away by the chin.

“This conversation is over.” he growled subsequently.

He gave him one last angered look before he turned away from him and was about to lie back down.

“This… this is so fucking typical of you” Marvin mumbled as he pushed himself back up into a sitting position. “So typical!”

Oteric turned his head back to him, making another angered face.

“You only think about yourself. You probably don’t even want to know about the problems you’ve caused, you arrogant fuck”

Oteric got up and leaped to him, harshly headbutting Marvin’s chest, causing him to roughly fall over. He subsequently placed his claw by his chin again, holding his head in place as Marv tried to turn it away, as the dragon moved his head closer, baring those sharp teeth and having those anger filled eyes.

“Say it again!!!” he shouted.

Marvin didn’t respond anything in intimidation. All he did is looking up to the dragon with his head which was held up by the claw. He tried his best to hide his fear, but he couldn’t prevent himself from breathing heavily.

He even thought about repeating what he said that just got Oteric so angry. But he remembered what has happened last time, when he leaned up against the dragon that way.

“Suddenly you’re all quiet again” he spoke, sounding a little calmer. “You have no idea. You don’t know the effort of holding myself back all the time”

He moved his enormous head a little closer.

“You don’t know all the possibilities I have with you, little one. You don’t know, and probably don’t want to know, all the fantasies I have to hold myself back from implanting”

Marvin still didn’t respond anything.

Oteric moved his head back a little again as he proceeded to talk.

“I could turn you into my sex slave if I’d want to. I could exploit your weakness all I want. You’re lucky you aren’t just nothing but a toy to me”

Marvin noticed that as the dragon spoke the breaths started to become heavier and uneven, most likely in arouse.

“Just…all the possibilities. You don’t want to experience what’s going to happen when you make me finally lose my temper” he said. He focused his glare on Marvin’s eyes. Moving the head closer again. Slightly tightening the grasp on his chin.

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry! I apologize.” he cried out, his words a little muffled from the claw confining the movement of his chin.

Oteric didn’t respond anything for a couple seconds. He just stared into his eyes. Marvin noticed the heavy and uneven breaths of the dragon again.

“It’s not good enough” Oteric finally spoke as he began to look the body of Marv over, lowering and tilting his head as he inspected him.

The dragon examining his body like that made him feel a certain uneasiness inside.

(Beginning sexual part. Includes: Kissing, non-consensual Face-sitting)

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Oteric suddenly removed his claw, away from his face, which was grasping the chin before, allowing him to move again. Just as Marvin began to sit up on the sheets again Oteric placed his claws on his shoulders and carefully but still hastily pushed him back, causing him to fall and lay on his back. Right afterwards the dragon positioned himself above him, eagerly lurking down to him with a lustful smirk that sent chills down his spine. He wasn’t aware of what was going on but he had a sinister hunch…

Oteric wasn’t staring down into his face, his eyes still were busy with looking his body over. Marvin was confused what the dragon was so eager about. His body wasn’t really something special to lurk at in lust.

Oteric suddenly moved the claw to the collar of the shirt again. But he didn’t pull him up as he repeatedly did before. He pulled in attempt to remove the shirt, just like he once did before, the first time they made out and things went wrong. The dragon wants him to expose his body to him again. Marvin was uncertain if he should go along with that. He had mixed feelings. On the one hand he would really enjoy it if he would get some pleasant distraction from his current set of problems, on the other hand he still didn’t forget what offensive and threatening things Oteric said to him before. Voluntarily taking that shirt off would be another sign of submission, another sign of weakness. He didn’t have a problem about giving that impression before but now, when the dragon has indicated to the fantasies he claimed to have about taking control over him, he was insecure in whether he should do.

Oteric was beginning to show frustration in still not having successfully removed the clothing from the human.

“Get it off” Oteric commanded, mumbling slightly annoyed. But Marvin wasn’t quite comfortable with that.

“Oteric, I don’t want…I mean, I’m not sure if I should-“

“Get it off, or I’ll rip that silly piece of cloth in halves” he growled, being obviously more annoyed.

Marvin didn’t hesitate long before he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and the shirt over his head, undressing it. As last time, Oteric took the shirt and tossed it away. Marvin quickly did the same with his undershirt. Last time he undressed to Oteric he kept the undershirt in his hand to put it back on later again, but this time Oteric tossed it away as well.

Similar to last time, he looked the skinny chest and belly of Marvin over. Sliding a claw along the skin of the different shapes his rips and hipbones formed, groaning slightly. The claw slid down from his chest to the side of his belly and stopped where the pants would begin. Marvin had another sinister hunch about where this is going…

He blushed of having Oteric’s mighty claw that near to this specifically private area of his. But his light arouse quickly depleted and turned into uncomfortableness as he felt the claw dig top of the pants at his waist and started to try to pull them off. Marvin tried to prevent the pants from being pulled off by placing his hands on them and hold the pants in place.

“Oteric, could you not…”

But Oteric didn’t listen. He just kept pulling. This was so awkward!

“Oteric!” he yelled.

“Marv, I know what you got down there. No need to be all so… secretively about it”

Oteric just proceeded to pull.

“Oteric!! Please, just …don’t!”

“Geez, what are you so withdrawn about!? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that your ancestors never wore any clothing at all”

Suddenly he felt the grasp of his hands on the jeans lose and the pants slip off.

As Oteric spotted the additional piece of clothing, the blue plaid boxer shorts, all he did was sigh.

“This is ridiculous, is it normal that you wear so many layers of those ribbons?”

Marvin was about to answer something.

“Save the breath. Just keep this damn thing on”

The forelegs were suddenly placed next to each side of him, as the gigantic body of the dragon suddenly leaned forward towards him.

“Let’s not waste our time and get to the fun part” he seductively spoke, having a smirk that seemingly reached from ear to ear. Or where the ears would be, Oteric’s ears weren’t really visible.

His scaly head began to lower, slowly moving towards his. Marvin suddenly felt the claws being softly put on each side of his face and softly pressed into the skin.

As he felt his cheeks being gently smushed he went all red, despite trying to hold it back as best he could. He wasn’t sure if he was doing was the best thing to do in such a situation. Maybe it was a big mistake, bending to the lusts of the dragon again. Maybe it was wrong. But he like crossed that thought out of his head. How can something be so wrong when it feels so right?

Marvin couldn’t hold himself back from placing his hands on the dragon’s head, returning the smush. He tried to squeeze into the facial scales but they were hard as well. He ended up just stroking along the warm scaly surface from the cheeks of the enormous maw, which drew a pleased smirk.

Just seconds after the head of the dragon moved so close that their mouths began to touch. Shortly after he felt the maw being carefully pressed on his, followed with something big and slimy enter his mouth and wander to his tongue. He froze a little from the sudden touch, but then he remembered that this is just the same process as to what happened last time – the first time they had and when things went wrong. That thought got stuck in his head. This was taking the same set of events as the events of the last time which resulted in Oteric losing his temper and hurting him. He better be careful from now on.

While he remembered back to when he had this situation he almost forgot to the pleasure he had in this moment, the dragon’s tongue on his. He began to press his palms into the scales, as he felt the dragon doing the same with the claws on his face. He no longer felt the need of hiding anything anymore or to hold himself back from anything. He was back in this bliss in which he did all he desired for. They both began to move their tongues around in arouse. Suddenly he heard slight moans emitted from Oteric’s throat. He felt the vibrations of the deep voice going through the dragon’s head with his hands which were still pressed into the facial scales. Marvin tried his best to prevent himself from moaning but he couldn’t hold back a few quiet groans which exited with each breath he took.

The claws now being pressed even harder into the skin made wounds light back up a little. But he ignored the pain, they both were way too much lost in pleasure to give a thing like pain any attention. They just kept kissing, the dragon pressing the tongue in harder and harder. Beginning to groan harder, pressuring the claws harder.

All of a sudden Oteric pulled the head back up. Marvin felt the dragon’s tongue hastily leave his mouth and quickly lost hold of the scaly cheeks which were between his human hands. The dragon suddenly disbanding their kiss made Marvin draw a face of strong concern, looking up to his dragon partner, frowning.

But Oteric just glared down, not responding to his confusion in any way. It seemed like he was about to make a next move, was, despite his doubtless dominance, uncertain about it. For a few seconds, he looked the human in the small eyes, thinking about the next step in every detail, the body responding to the arousing fantasies with heavy uneven breathing and a blood flow into an unusual area.

“Marv…” he interrupted the silence, still not letting an eye of the human. Marvin didn’t respond anything. He just glared up making an awaiting, kind of anxious, expression, expecting the dragon to go forward with whatever it was about to speak, probably command.

“Stay right there” he proceeded, getting another concerned face from Marvin as a respond. He was filled with dread about what was about to happen next. He still had in the back of his head what happened last time, after they were kissing and Oteric suddenly interrupted. He pinned and down Marv felt forced to defend himself. Then, everything went the hell out of control. The pain he felt when the claw hit him, the panic and agony when he was being choked and the even more shrilling pain after the second hit…

While the happenings from the previous time went through his head again his attention abruptly fell back to what was going on right now. He was suddenly facing the rear of the dragon, the big scaly head looking back down to him from aside, again having a creepy seeming smirk. But it wasn’t the face that caught his eyes, it was something bigger, more alarming, that he couldn’t steer his gaze away from.

He was facing up the rear ventral side. Oteric lifted his nervously twitching tail to give him a better view over the exposed tailhole and the progressively growing erection visibly exiting the slit.

Marvin has found himself in quite a few weird positions under the dragon recently but that one was definitely the most interestingly seeming to him.

But just as the rear suddenly started lowering and moving towards him he realized what was going on. He flinched and stared up, obviously being upset. But resisting was pointless. He knew Oteric wouldn’t purposely hurt him (again), that’s at least what he was being told by the dragon. If it was a good idea to trust in that? But again, he crossed any sinister doubt out of his mind. How can be something so wrong when it feels so right? Despite still sticking to that thought he felt more doubt and uncertainness than before.

The hind legs stepped right next to him, positioning the rear right above him. Marvin looked left and right examining the strong seeming muscles of the calves, before hastily looking back up again as he saw the legs bend, spotting that the hindquarters have moved closer to him while he had his head turned away. Just as the hind was starting to take up his entire view-field he realized what huge masses were about to be dropped upon him. Accepting the idea of being trapped under the rear he sunk his body into the bed, laying down entirely straight, keeping the limbs close to his body. His eyes were constantly alarmedly tracking the ventral scales that moved closer and closer to his face and entire upper body.

As he felt the warmth of the scales embrace his what felt like his entire body he tilted his head aside so he makes sure his air wouldn’t be cut off. He soon he felt his upper body and the side of his face exposed to the weight of the dragon. But Oteric didn’t relentlessly buried him under his body, he lowered it carefully, only slowly increasing the pressure by gradually dropping the hind quarters, letting out one relieving loud groan. So loud Marvin could still feel the deep voice’s vibration at the end of the body he was trapped under.

The weight continuously increased, pressing him deeply into the bed. The pleasure he felt was lost some time ago in the sinister clues he had about what Oteric was about to do to him, and eventually did. But now dread started to build up inside. He put his arms up, the pressing palms onto the scales of the haunches, and attempted to push the rear away from him. But it didn’t help him, it didn’t even prevent the weight continuing to increase. Realizing that he was trapped he began to push harder, still showing no result.

The attempts of Marvin resisting under the heavy pressure of the dragons back didn’t bother Oteric. In fact, the pressing touch at the hindquarter area made him feel an additional feeling of desire. The touch aroused him. Oteric shut his eyes in pleasure as he felt his massive erection quickly grow bigger. Wanting more he slid the hindquarters a little more backwards bringing the tailhole closer to the human’s face.

Marvin tried to tilt his head away even further. But the maximum was soon reached, as he tried to move his upper body away additionally his movements were restricted by the heavy weight, which has increased so much by now that it started to feel painful. Panic started to emerge as he couldn’t escape the agony.

“Oteric!” he cried out. Without receiving a reply, he proceeded to push the thighs up, not being able to move them off just an inch. Still not being able to move he became even more alarmed.

“Oteric!!!” he yelled again, this time way more terrified than before. But Oteric didn’t react in any way. Neither did he reduce the tormenting amount of pressure he put on the human.

In horror he kept pressing and pressing. He kept trying to move slide out with his body. To somehow get his head clear of the scales, but the weight. The weight was just way too much. So much it constantly hurt being trapped under it.

Suddenly he felt the rear being lifted off him. In relief he put his head back up right and panted heavily. But his relief wasn’t of long time. He subsequently saw how the hind legs were positioned more to the front. Shortly after the rear dropped again. This time way more harder and faster than before. The pain of the impact made him shriek.

The pressure was now way more agonizing than before, the dragon took the hindlegs away, meaning that the hindlegs weren’t supporting the weight anymore. He was now exposed to the total weight of the dragon. Oteric was sitting on him. Before he just lowered his rear, still holding himself up with the legs, but now he was sitting on the bed with Marvin in beneath him.

He was about to shout at Oteric once again, to try to make him aware that he is seriously putting him in pain under the body, but the thighs have also buried his head underneath the scales. His words were so muffled that they weren’t even close to being able to be understood, if his yelling was loud enough to get through the thick scales surrounding his body. The weight on it was so strong that he wasn’t even able to try to move his body to escape the tormenting pressure. All he could still sort of move were his legs, but, as any other attempt, it didn’t help him.

In midst of all this panic and trying to get his body clear of the scales and pressure he suddenly felt a warm liquid gradually dripping down, partly hitting his body, followed with a string of noisy groans emitted by the recognizably deep voice which got louder and wilder with each time he heard them.

The weight on him still didn’t decrease. And despite being fully exposed to the dragon’s weight it felt like the pain still increased, even when the weight was not. It eventually became so occupying that he gave up on all attempts of yelling and shouting, Oteric probably couldn’t hear him anyways. Even when he would have, he was way too lost in pleasure to hold himself back now.

Suddenly he felt the lack of air in addition. In panic of not being able to fully breath he gasped for air, with little result. Under the scales Marvin soon began to feel certain kind of dizziness. The air being cut off by the dragon’s heavy rear made him lightheaded. He soon even felt like his view was starting to black in.

All of a sudden, the scales disappeared. He saw the ceiling of the bedroom again, instead of the dragon’s rear.

He heavily panted, finally getting air again.

Despite the weight being finally removed, he didn’t feel much of relief. His body, especially his chest, still hurt. As he attempted to lift his limbs he could feel them shrill in pain. Moving was hard. He barely got his arms and partly his upper body up, then he was confronted by the dragon’s body again. It luckily didn’t drop onto to him again, the hindlegs were each at the sides around him again, exposing the crotch to him, looming a massive erection not too far above him. The seed of the pre was constantly exiting and was really heavy flowing.

Oteric stood there, panting, looking down to him.

“Finish it” he moaned within his heavy aroused breaths.

Marvin felt like he was paralyzed when he saw the shaft being held right above him. He knew what the dragon wanted from him -again. It’s not the first time Oteric forced him to use his hands to sate him.

“Come on!” the dragon impatiently hissed, continuing to pant, making Marvin realize that he has no choice. He has to obey.

He hesitantly lifted his arms up. Hesitant not only because he was uncertain about touching the dragon’s shaft again, but additionally because his limbs, just like his entire body, still painfully hurt from the weight exposure.

He hesitantly put his right hand on the meat, carefully grasping it around the upper half. The flesh felt surprisingly soft, just as last time he had to get his hands on the dragon. While grasping, squeezing the flesh, he heard the dragon moan loudly in relief. More of the white liquid exited the lengthy shaft. He placed his second hand, his left, on the shaft, more towards the base, where the flesh felt noticeably harder. Again, having the dragon moan and tense up his body, tilting his head aside and close the reptilian eyes in pleasure. Having it grasped with two hands Marvin began to feel a certain kind of desire as well. He had a weird feeling in his guts, like it was some sort of excitement and nervousness in his belly.

He moved his right hand more towards the top, sliding it around the tip, getting the hand all covered in Oteric’s seed. Drops of the intensified flow were continuously dripping down to his upper body, as he was right under the dragon. The flesh of the tip felt especially soft. The thick liquid which covered his hand made the flesh all slippery, making it easier to move his hand along it faster. The more he groped around on the gigantic seeming shaft the more he saw Oteric twitch around with his limbs and wings and could feel the vibrations of the moaning deep voice. Squeezing on the tip made the dragon moan more and exit more seed. He soon noticed how his hands were shivering strongly, from the excitement he was feeling.

With the left hand holding the lengthy shaft he started to slide his hand along the flesh, spreading the seed all over it making it slippery as well. Every now and then he stopped his hand and squeezed into the flesh, which was softer at some points than on others, with his shivery hands. Sometimes pressing with only thumb and index finger, sometimes using the whole hand, becoming each more aroused when he tested around with the shaft in his hands. His blush was very clearly visible. For him it felt like the room has got a lot warmer, the arouse made his body heat up.

Proceeding to quickly slide the hand forward and backward, up and down, and squeezing it at some points, he saw the movements of the dragon become stronger and the moans even heavier. Oteric was aroused before, but the touch of the human hands on his mighty shaft made him quickly feel like he was about to be send over the edge. Hanging his head low with the tongue dangling out of the open maw in desire, still tightly having the eyes shut. The dragon was panting so heavily the belly moved up and down. The legs, especially the hind legs, were so cramped up in the arouse of the touch. Every time he felt the hand squeeze it felt like his heart skipped a beat, as he moaned even louder.

After some time it felt like the moment was finally here. Oteric’s body was so tensed up it wasn’t even moving any more. He tilted his head up, tightly shut eyes, closed his maw biting his lip as the human beneath him kept rubbing and squeezing.

Marvin was surprised by an entire hose of Oteric’s seed quickly bursting out of his shaft in separate shots, each covering his entire body and head, and soaking the sheets of the bed beneath them, some more. He was especially surprised by how quick that went off.

Oteric’s last final groan, which has exited with the first massive cumshot, was louder and more powerful than any before. All the pleasing feelings rushing through his body at this moment made him cramp up even more, strongly twitching around with his entire body. Limbs, wings and even the tail was sort of moving around, making them stretch widely from the strong orgasm.

Then, a few seconds afterwards his body relaxed. Letting his head hang down again, the tongue out of the maw again, opening his eyes again, which felt a little tired of being so tightly shut all the time, during the fun times. He spotted Marvin who was covered in seed and the large soaked spot in the blankets around him. He could nothing but draw a pleased smile, being satisfied with his work. Some seconds after he tumbled over to the side, subsequently embracing the in white liquids covered human in his forelegs and pulling him towards the chest he was cuddling in before.

Marvin tried to rub his face clear off the thick liquid. Being covered in it wasn’t as pleasant as he imagined it to be. The seed was hard to remove, it was sticking to his skin, emitting a pretty unpleasant smell. He tried to wipe it off his body with his hands, which were covered as well, as the rest of his upper body. Suddenly he felt the enormous tongue of Oteric slide over the covered parts of his body, helping him to get it off. Licking it through his face and chest, finally getting some of the dragon’s cum off. After he was done he pulled him back into his chest.

They both were just lying there, panting from the exhaustion. Saying nothing, closing their eyes, relaxing. About to fall asleep again…

(to be continued, eventually)

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