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"I thought they stopped offering virgins as sacrifices when we moved here." A deep, booming voice broke through Hask's drugged stupor, vibrating through his aching skull as he blinked away sleep, taking in a softly lit cavern dancing with firelight. Where the hell was he? The last thing he remembered was rustling cloth as he walked from the local shop to his home, then a pain in the back of his head. As he squirmed, realizing he was bound and gagged, a figure backlit by the light continued to speak. "After a hundred years, you'd think that cult would dissolve."

"Hah. It seems you left a lasting impression. There's a first time for everything." Another voice, lighter and more melodic, with a mocking tilt, joined the first as Hask's eyes adjusted to the low light. Gleaming teeth and cobalt scales shined across the cavern from the hulking figure, earning a grunt of derision from the first speaker with their antics.

"Well, we can't return him. He might remember the way here and bring those damn worshippers back. If I wake up to another babbling cultist trying to stab my eye out for a ritual, I'll burn the whole place down." A third voice echoed behind Hask, startling him and earning a gravelly laugh. Leathery scales the color of strawberry wine filled his view, clarifying into a muscular chest devoid of nipples and a toothy grin marred by light pink scars. It seems he wasn't lying about nearly being stabbed. "Looks like he's awake."

"Can't eat him, either. Human tastes like garbage no matter how you cook them. Haven't had it since Mom forced it on us as kids." Hask's heart skipped a beat as the hulking figure turned, head on its hands and gleaming golden eyes staring down at him. A trio of reptilian features stared at him with curious expressions and hungry-looking gazes.

Rounded nostrils ruffled Hask's short brown hair, raising the hairs on the back of his neck, and a growl vibrated through the nearest dragon's chest as those leathery hands tugged him into a seated position, trailing claws over his chest. "Smells nice, though." Something slimy flicked across his skin out of sight of the other two and trailed over Hask's neck as if tasting him, leaving a cooling trail of drool. "I think I'll keep him for now. No use throwing away a potential servant."

"Keep him in your room, then. If clumsy fingers break any of my instruments, I'll drop him from the mountain myself." Stretching, the slimmer of the two by the fire stood, followed by his larger cohort, and headed off into the darkness, his voice echoing behind him. "You're in charge of feeding him, too. You two already eat three times as much as me, so I'm not sharing."

The world disappeared in a blur, then Hask's world condensed to the space above a deep, red tail and leather-clad muscles, giving him a view of rolling cheeks that, had he been in a less precarious position, would have earned his appreciation. A strong arm patted his ass, gripped his midsection, ignoring his muffled protests, and started in the opposite direction of the other two, humming tunelessly with Hask over his shoulder.

"You're lucky, you know. If our mother were still around, you'd already be in a cauldron bubbling away into the nastiest stew I've ever tasted. Such a waste." Hask's captor mused, claws drumming Hask's lower back as his leisurely gait sent all the blood to the human's head. "Never had a taste for it, myself. Livestock and wild game taste MUCH better." Pausing as if giving Hask a chance to answer, he chuckled. "Ah, right. Your mouth is full. I'll have to remove that. I don't know how the cultists expected us to find you without letting you make noise. Then again, they think drinking Raghan's piss cures disease, so maybe they're just stupid."

"Welcome to your new home." Stepping through a carved stone doorway, the dragon gingerly placed Hask on something warm and soft. Shuffling around in the dark for a moment, he cursed under his breath, his face illuminated as a puff of fire left his mouth and lit a lantern, which he placed on a nearby ledge, infusing the room with a golden glow. Returning to Hask, he knelt next to him, revealing a physique that would put most workers to shame, hairless and gleaming by the dancing firelight. "Don't try to scream. We're a thousand feet above the ground and another few hundred under solid mountain rock, so all you'll do is cause a headache."

Leaning in, he put those sharp claws to work, freeing Hask's hands, feet, and mouth from bondage. Finally, the human could speak, but as he opened his mouth to question his circumstances, all that came out was a parched croak and a weak cough. Placing his hand on his throat and shying away from the scaly beast, he regarded his captor with suspicious eyes. Despite the creature's assurances, he still wasn't convinced he'd survive the night.

Raising an eye ridge in a familiar gesture of curiosity, the dragon followed Hask's movement, leaning over him and rustling the fur beneath him, his bare chest uncomfortably close when Hask's back reached the wall. "Poor thing. Who knows how long you sat there before we found you?" He cooed, reaching up one heavy hand and caressing Hask's cheek, claws uncomfortably close to vulnerable skin. "I don't have any water, but perhaps we can work something out."

Revealing less than pure intentions, the dragon lightly gripped Hask's chin, his face growing closer. A thick, dripping tongue unfolded itself from within his dangerously toothy maw, smearing itself over Hask's lips, leaving a sticky trail of viscous saliva, then taking advantage of its strength to force its way past tightly clenched lips. Slowly, like a questing worm, it invaded his mouth, compelling his lips to straddle either side as it swept over his teeth, then worked its way toward his throat.

Even if Hask tried to resist, the power behind that tongue and the steely grip holding him in place prevented more than token resistance. He had to accept the messy hydration, swallowing sticky saliva before it could overwhelm him, filling his stomach with unwelcome warmth. Against his better judgment, he couldn't tamp down a sick thrill from such an intimate act, his cock plumping within the tattered remnants of his clothes.

"There we go." The dragon cooed, pulling back with a sticky web of saliva connecting his dripping maw to Hask's softened lips, coating the human's chin in slimy excess. "So, cute little thing, what should I call you?" He asked, still uncomfortably close and sporting an obvious erection threatening to tear through patchwork leather, revealing perversion to match his own. "You may call me Omeg."

"H-Hask." The human managed to stammer out, eyes flitting from side to side as that predatory gaze bored a hole in his confidence. If Omeg wanted to, he could tear him apart. Resistance would be stupid, even if Hask didn't feel a nagging need to explore the exotic banquet the dragon's body could provide.

"Well, Hask. I'm sorry to say that you'll never go home. Chances are, if you did, you'd be recaptured and left in a less intact state." Trailing claws down Hask's chest, Omeg popped buttons with relative ease, revealing more of his heaving chest, still breathless from their onesided kiss. "I'll take good care of you, though. I've always had a soft spot for supple flesh."

"P-Please don't eat me." Still wary but strangely excited, Hask squirmed under the dragon's touch, a blush coloring his cheeks as deft claws sliced through what remained of his dignity, revealing his pulsing half-hard manhood. "Y-You said you didn't like the taste of humans. I can clean or cook for you, or-"

Silenced by a forceful shove of that slimy tongue, Hask's words faded into a drool-laced burble, his throat forced to accept the questing tip, and his lips spread wide by its girthy warmth. Head spinning, he clenched his fingers in the soft furs beneath him, his cock slapping against his stomach as the dragon's paws continued to disrobe him, tossing aside shredded rags and leaning him bare. He was no stranger to grabbing fingers and drunken kisses, but he'd never felt this vulnerable.

"I lied. I enjoy the taste of humans, though perhaps not in the way you might expect." Talented tongue moving in a growling whisper, Omeg rolled his tongue over Hask's neck, swiping up beads of sweat and abandoning the human's sticky mouth to wet his chest with indulgent licks. The dragon's leathers joined tattered rags in the corner, bringing forth a cock that put Hask's to shame even as it smothered it in a heated embrace. Its underbelly smeared its way to Hask's navel as their bases pressed together, sagging balls filling the space between Hask's legs with churning heat and showing virility that his fuzzy post-pubescent orbs couldn't match.

Trapped beneath that eager manhood, Hask panted, unable to look into golden eyes but strangely drawn to their gaze. It wasn't the gaze of a wild animal looking for a meal, but a hungry beast, demanding a mate. Somehow, that excited him, his cock weakly bouncing against suffocating warmth and his mouth opening for another breathtaking kiss that left his chin sticky with slimy desire and his head spinning.

"U-Um. We shouldn't." Finally gathering his wits, Hask pushed at the drooling dragon's chest, trying his best to de-escalate the scaly beast's frantic movements. "I can do other things. Please, I want-" The sweep of that talented tongue over Hask's neck strangled his words, turning them into a noise halfway between a moan of pain and a wanton groan of desire. Did he want Omeg to disregard his words? The longer he spent under that heated tongue, the less he could deny his excitement.

"No," Omeg replied, trapping Hask's arms at his side and pushing apart unwilling legs with one colossal knee. "I refuse to let something so delicious slip between my fingers." Tail flicking from side to side like a mischievous cat, the dragon trailed his tongue lower, tasting the helpless human's skin and cleaning the translucent evidence of his arousal. "You'll give me what I want, again and again, until you can give no more, and you'll beg for the privilege."

Honeyed words trailed off into a vibrating growl as the dragon's heavy masculinity left Hask's, its hooded tip leaving a kiss of pearlescent arousal against its base. That slippery tongue grew more purposeful, smearing a thick coat of drool over the human's blonde thatch of pubic hair, then swirling around his length, smothering it in excess.

A sunburst of white-hot pleasure took away Hask's vision as liquid heat covered every inch of his length, trapping him past gleaming fangs and scaled lips. Indulgently deep and impossibly soft, Omeg's maw swallowed every inch of him, sealing around his base, and his tongue twirled, circling every inch and greeting the underside with effortlessly gliding silk.

Surreal as it was, there was something undeniably erotic about being the object of a mythical creature's desire. Slowly, Hask relaxed into the methodical bob of Omeg's head, lulled by the sensation of heavenly suckling and the warmth of smooth stone and piled furs. He'd never received such attentive care, and his cock felt like it could break through metal.

"That's it." Muffled by a mouthful of cock, the dragon's voice vibrated through Hask's shaft, abandoning the length to roll scaled lips along the side and coax a thin stream of arousal from the slit. "You're going to give me a maw full, aren't you?" He cooed, sharp teeth carefully gripping the foreskin and tugging at it as translucent desire squirted over his muzzle, smearing over red scales.

Abandoning Hask's cock before the crystalline sensations could come to a head, Omeg followed the base down, tongue rolling out to cradle one of his balls and welcome it into his dripping maw. Letting his cock roll along the dragon's nose, he slurped in the second, closing his eyes as if savoring the flavor coating the relaxed skin. Flaring nostrils narrowly missed snorting the flow of precum as he polished them, and his eyes closed as though tasting royal cuisine.

Whether he wanted to accept the dragon's advances, Hask couldn't resist the pull of a rising orgasm, crashing over him like waves. Pushing up as the dragon's tongue rolled over the space behind his balls, he moaned out, the first string painting a white stripe down the dragon's muzzle before he dove down Hask's length, sealing the remaining blasts into a succulent embrace.

Milked for every drop and trapped by strong paws that held his legs apart and gripped possessively, Hask emptied himself into Omeg's maw, egged on by a massaging tongue and steaming breath washing from flaring nostrils. Like a cat's tail as it hunts for prey, the dragon's whip-like scaled tip flicked above him as he drank, his ass swaying from side to side and lifted high enough that Hask could see the swell of muscled cheeks.

Panting and drained, Hask leaned back, his head lolling to the side and his muscles melting into jelly. The mixed fluids coating his chest and chin added a pleasantly chilled compliment to the warm fuzziness beneath him, and he felt as though he'd just run for hours on end, warmth radiating from his groin. Even his first time fumbling with an older boy as a teenager didn't compare to the orgasm the dragon ripped from his body.

"Such a sweet taste." Low and dripping with approval, Omeg's voice murmured in Hask's ear as weight swallowed the human's manhood, pushing along his stomach in a slow grind. Bearing down hard enough to cause a pleasant ache in Hask's muscles, he humped slowly, his cock pinned between them and sliming its way along skin and scales. "Smooth skin, too. It's as though you exist only for me."

Wrapping muscled arms around the limp human, Omeg showed a softer side, his cock jumping with each thrust that nearly reached Hask's chest. "So close." He panted, his slit smearing a steady flow of arousal over tanned skin. "Too much-" He trailed off, hips moving in an unmistakable rhythm as warmth bloomed between them, pouring a healthy coating of draconic cream over hairless skin. It was hotter than Hask was used to, closer to a heated bath than cum's usually gooey, quick-cooling sensation, and the scent overwhelmed him, like liquid musk and manhood, smothering him in pure desire.

A few moments recovering in silence returned Omeg's domineering personality, though something about his body language was inescapably doting. Sitting back on his haunches, he tapped his softening shaft against the pool of desire he left on Hask's stomach, stretching and yawning. "Gods, it's been too long since I've indulged myself. It'll take hours to clean all of this from my bedding."

Thoughts of home melted away in the wake of mindblowing sex, and Hask was seriously considering Omeg's offering. It wasn't like anyone depended on him at home. His siblings were long grown, and outside of a few drunken romps with traveling merchants he met through his job mixing drinks at the local pub, he didn't have any other relationships to maintain. Would it be so bad to let that talented tongue go where it wanted?

Soothing heat lulled Hask into a stupor as Omeg's voice melted together with the warm buzz of the afterglow, and his eyes drifted closed as the dragon's manhood left his own. Decisions could wait until his mind was clear.