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Bran slowly stumbled to his feet in the dimly lit room, leaning against the rough-hewn walls for support as his centre of gravity suddenly pitched wildly to the left. "Hey dragon..." he called out, "Your damn floor is all... Wobbly." He hiccoughed, dragging his shoulder along the rock for a moment before righting himself. "You better get it fixed, or I'll... I'll kick you in the nuts!" Wine sloshed over the rim of his mug, splashing along his hand and the floor as he swayed in place. When no answer was forthcoming, he grumbled, carefully picking his way forwards. "Unsafe *hic* damn floor. Town council would have you by the balls for this..."

For a moment, he couldn't even remember why he was up. He hazily remembered going to sleep a few hours before... Or was it passing out? Surely he hadn't drunk that much, had he? He glanced down at the mug he clutched tightly in his right hand; it was still at least half-full of the same crimson wine he remembered from the night before. "See, not drunk at all," he muttered, taking a swig and managing to get at least half of it in his mouth. "Damn mug has a hole in it."

He only managed a few steps before his foot caught something on the ground, and with a choked grunt he flung himself back against the wall, stumbling as he struggled to catch himself. A little more wine splashed free of his mug, and with an angry curse he kicked sloppily at the obstruction in his path... A mostly empty cask of wine. Again, he had vague memories of the dragon rolling it out the previous night. It had been distinctly more full then. Maybe a little drunk, then.

Abruptly, the reason he woke up sprung back into his mind as he was standing there. A sudden stinging pressure filled his midsection, and he realized that if he didn't get to somewhere appropriate, he was going to be standing in a puddle of more than wine in short order. Setting his mug down quickly, he stumbled back deeper into the cave, his growing sense of urgency steadying his feet for the moment. From what he remembered, the dragon didn't exactly have indoor plumbing - but he did have an underground stream running through his cave, which served much the same purpose.

Shambling down the tall corridor, he panted with relief as he pushed aside the hanging furs blocking the door and burst through into the tight chamber beyond. Illuminated by the same cool light as the other rooms, the dark, warm waters at the back of the room called out his name, and he answered in the only way he could. Ripping his pants open, he whipped out his tackle and let loose, a deep, animalistic groan of satisfaction joining the lewd splashing.

After returning what felt like half a barrel of that wine to the water, he did his pants back up, sighing happily. "That's more like it." He lifted his hand up to his mouth, tilting the mug it no longer held towards his face, and paused for a moment to stare at his empty fingers. "Who took my wine?" he asked querulously, looking around the room in vain hopes that it would reappear suddenly. However, a fruitless search of the room told him that method of investigation would lead nowhere. Clearly someone had taken it. He wouldn't have forgotten it somewhere!

"Arv...' he muttered. "Where'd you take my damned wine, Arverth?" He licked absently at his hand, tasting the wine he had spilled earlier still on his skin. "You can't just go stealing peoples' drinks. Damn dragons." The fact that Arveirarth had both made the wine, and shared it with him freely, made no difference.

Now, having exchanged one pressing quest for another, he backed out of the room again, firmly intent on finding his lost mug. "Bastard better not have drunk it already," he grumbled.

Bran slowly shambled down the hallway, one hand steadying himself upon the smooth, palely glowing rock. He passed a few different rooms - one smelled like a pantry of some sorts, although what a dragon would keep in such a room was beyond him. Another just appeared to be a storage room, full of knick-knacks and curios, strange shapes popping through the dim light... He just shook his head at that one, walking by. He was far, far too drunk to even begin to process the fact that there was a shelf containing what appeared to be appropriately dragon-sized dildos in there.

From what memories he could dredge from the haze of the hours before, it seemed the dragon kept a bathing area a little further down the path, where he was heading now. The whisper of flowing water swelled as he drew nearer, echoing slightly off the smooth walls. "Arv?"

His repeated questions still received no response, but he could hear something shifting around in the bathing room. Sounded like... Something hard scraping stone, maybe scales. That sounds promising. Bran grinned. He's probably hiding the wine in there. Can't keep the alcohol from me, pal!

Bran stumbled around the last corner, and it took his eyes a moment to adjust to the slightly dimmer lighting in the next room... And his brain another few moments to adjust to the scene that greeted them.

His friend, the majestic white dragon, was masturbating. Vigourously masturbating. Frantically masturbating.

Not only was he masturbating, but he also had about half of his crimson rod buried in his own muzzle, and even from across the wide chamber and with the flowing water, Bran could hear the suckling sounds as he thrust rapidly into his own muzzle.

And not only was he masturbating and sucking himself off, but his free paw had snaked its way down below his thrusting hips, and while carefully lifting his fat orbs out of the way, one finger was plunged up to the first knuckle in his tailhole, thrusting in with the same vigour as his cock into his mouth.

Jaw agape, Bran stopped at the entrance to the cavern. For what felt like an eon, his brain simply couldn't process what he was seeing... His eyes remained locked on that thrusting crimson spear, the heavy spheres below bouncing like some perverse bobbleheads, the deeply penetrating finger... The little rivulets of slick fluid leaking from Arv's muzzle... He didn't even notice that his own pants were tenting slightly.

He remained frozen there for a long while, until his brain finally began to process exactly what he was seeing. As soon as that kicked in, his intoxicated brain abruptly decided that it was at once the most perverse, erotic, and hilarious thing he had ever seen. Naturally, even as he subconsciously rubbed at his groin, the hilarity washed over him, and try as he might, he couldn't restrain the giggle building in his chest. He clenched his teeth, trying to will himself to hold it in, to not disturb Arv, but his battle was short-lived and ineffective.

"Baaaahahaha!" Bran found himself doubled over, clutching his shaking sides as the raucous laughter spilled out into the quiet cave. "Your... Your finger!" he wheezed, desperately trying and failing to catch his breath. "And your cock... In your own!" He couldn't help but slap his knee, arms wrapped around his sides and eyes screwed shut.

Finally, he managed to beat back the army of giggles which had overtaken his brain, and he looked up at his friend, wiping a couple tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry, but seriously, Arv... I'm pretty sure you're still drunk."

To his untrained eyes, Arveirarth looked embarrassed. He wasn't great at reading the dragon's expressions, but his frills were flattened back against his head and suffused with a deep purple colour. A blush?! Arv had slipped his finger free of his pucker and let his cock flop free from his muzzle, but he wasn't exactly... Presentable. His crimson spear still pulsed gently to his quick heartbeat, and with every few a little spurt of pre would splash up against his neck. The dragon definitely hadn't been anticipating any interruptions - a shameful grin wreathed his still-dripping muzzle, and he looked at Bran with an apologetic shrug, lifting up a wing to half-cover his messy front. It only covered his cock and chest though; Bran could still see his balls and dripping ass.

Still with a shamed grin, Arv opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came was laughter. His deep, brassy voice echoed through the cave, joyfully cascading across the quietly flowing water and cool rocks.

Bran couldn't help but join in again, laughter rocking his body. He swayed in place, sides heaving, and abruptly fell flat on his ass.

A wide snarky grin wreathing his muzzle now, Arv snorted with laughter. "I'm the drunk one?" Arv slowly unfolded his wings, as there wasn't really anything Bran hadn't seen already. His cock was shrinking slowly, but still his body cried out for more. "Tell me then, my friend, how could I have hit my muzzle perfectly if I were drunk?" For emphasis, he gave his hips a couple light thrusts, cock slapping up lightly against his belly scales.

Snorting, Bran struggled back to his feet, still unaware of the growing tent in his own pants. For a moment his centre of gravity seemed to pitch backwards, and he almost fell flat again, but he finally managed to regain his balance long enough to stand back to his feet. "You're just lucky you didn't bite it off, you intoxicated lizard." He gave the dragon a hard stare, looking at his puckered tailhole with drunken intensity and a total lack of embarrassment. "Still doesn't explain why you were shoving things up your ass."

To that, Arv just raised an eyebrow ridge, frills flaring out slightly. "A male can only enjoy that when drunk? Or are you just basing it off of your own experience?" His grin widened as Bran's cheeks suddenly flushed a deep crimson.

Bran gaped at him, aghast. His jaw flopped open, and for a long moment he worked it up and down, searching for the words. Finally, his brain kicked in for long enough to spit out a few words. "How did you know?"

"Well, I didn't, but I think you just confirmed it," Arv snorted, laughing. Now his friend looked mortified, but he still hadn't looked away from the white dragon, and his cock gave a sudden renewed throb as he finally noticed the grotesquely tented state of Bran's trousers. "Now, let me dig a little deeper..." He winked at Bran. "Were you on the receiving end or the giving end? Who was he?"

"You shut your damned mouth, you lippy lizard," Bran retorted, crossing his arms above his still-unnoticed boner. "I'll have you know that it is none of your business, and you definitely don't need to know about how he pressed me down and... Wait..." He trailed off for a moment, but then shook his finger at the dragon's fresh peals laughter. "Hey, you were the one with the finger in your ass! How did this turn around on me?"

Arv simply looked pointedly down at Bran's crotch until even the drunken human took the hint and looked down. "Because it doesn't seem like you minded anyways." A sudden idea sprang into his mind, and he let another predatory grin spread across his muzzle. "So, my dear friend, you've only been a bottom, have ya? Been spread wide open by a larger guy, made to beg and moan like a female?" He winked. "How'd you like to change that?"

The man made a brief, futile effort at covering up his newly discovered excitement, but gave up after a brief fight with his trousers. It simply wasn't going away on its own, and the sight of his friend on full display didn't do anything to dissuade it. He didn't even put together what Arv had said until he gave up on his fight; then, he looked back at Arv sharply, eyebrow raised. "What do you mean?" he asked, perplexed.

With a grin, Arv merely beckoned him over with a finger, giving his own cock a brief rub before patting at his rump. "It seems to me I've got a hole in need of filling, and you're looking for just such a hole."

Again, Bran's jaw dropped open as his wine-deadened brain struggled to process the new idea. It didn't sound... Bad, actually. A part of him, what he might otherwise think as his rational self under normal conditions, felt horrified by the offer and all that it entailed. He's not even human! But yet...

Almost without conscious thought Bran found himself shucking his pants off, baring all for his friend to see. He shivered as he felt the dragon's hot, lusty gaze fall upon him and blushed, suddenly feeling heated. His own cock was still fully engorged, pulsing and beading with a slick drip of pre. Fully exposed now, he couldn't help but blush, forcing himself to keep his hands by his sides. He had always thought he was somewhat on the larger-than-average side, but hadn't done any trimming lately. Apparently he was a little closer to his ape ancestors than most - the dense patch of curly black hair his cock was rooted in was even more unruly than usual. At least, that's how he liked to tell it. "What do you think?"

Arveirarth licked his lips slowly, grinning. "I'll never get used to how it just... Hangs there, no sheath, no protection... But it looks perfect." He winked at the man, cock pulsing with new vigour.

"Hang on, hold on..." Never get used to it... "You've seen them before, have you, you perverted newt?"

The dragon scoffed. "I'm not the only one, if you remember what you admitted to a minute ago! Now get your ass over here, before I decide I'm going to top!"

That got Bran going. His mouth watered at the sight of Arv's magnificent junk, but the thought of actually taking it made him shiver. No way in hell. So, he found himself walking slowly towards Arveirarth on suddenly steady legs, eyes unblinkingly fixed upon the proffered dragon rump and erection pointing the way. From closer now, he could see more of the details of just what Arv was packing between his legs... And it was a truly glorious sight indeed.

His cock was a long, tapered spire of crimson flesh, lightening to a lovely coral near its engorged base. Along the underside it was flared out in minor ridges; the tip lacked the familiar mushroom-shaped glans like the friend who had bedded Bran years ago, but rather flared slightly into a spear-like shape. At the base, lay an angrily throbbing half-swollen knot, which Bran recognized from a lifetime around dogs. The whole thing bobbed and swayed to the beat of Arv's powerful heart, and every few seconds a fresh globule of pre would bead from the tip only to drip down the shaft, lending it a slick sheen.

Heavy, somewhat oblong balls lay concealed in a lightly scaled sac below the pulsing rod, the leathery skin pulled tight by the dragon's arousal. Even these bobbed slightly to the dragon's heartbeat; even with Bran's somewhat diminished faculties he could still see the slight upwards pull of these heavy orbs every time pre spurted from his jostling tip.

And of course, below this lay Arv's tailhole. Bran had never even so much as thought of what a dragon's asshole would look like, nor had he ever imagined a situation where he would find out... But never in his wildest dreams had he ever even imagined talking to a dragon anyways, let alone fucking one, so tonight was a night of firsts. The scales, as around his retracted sheath and balls, were fine almost to the point of being invisible surrounding his tightly clenched hole; the flesh of which was had a light pinkish hue. As he watched, Bran winked and then... Winked. The tight ring of flesh loosened and then clenched shut rhythmically, a little glob of draconic spittle dripping from the centre. "It's not going to bite you, Bran..." Arv said with a chuckle.

As if entranced, Bran came to a stop right behind Arveirarth's rump, stepping with one foot on other side of his tail without even thinking. This close, he could smell the dragon a little - a slight musk, which reminded him of nothing more than the cool forests he had escaped from earlier. He paused here a moment - again, his brain tried to think up a reason not to: not to touch, not to feel, not to taste...

His drunkenness proved to be the solution. Still swaying unsteadily on his feet, he suddenly lost his balance, and before he knew it his face was buried against the dragon's fat knot. His arms braced to the sides were all that had kept him from falling straight onto Arv's nuts, but it had been mighty close.

This close, the smell was stronger, but even though it had a deeper, earthier component to it now, it only smelled better to his aroused mind. The friend who had fucked him before hadn't exactly been the freshest person on the planet, so Bran was a little relieved on that front.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he stuck his tongue out to lap at the dragon's taut shaft, allowing his hands to explore across Arv's heavy balls. The skin itself didn't have a strong flavour, but the whole thing was liberally coated in the same draconic pre-cum Arv had been spewing the whole time they were talking, lending it a salty, musky flavour. The whole experience just made Bran's cock throb even harder, and it was then that he realized it was already lined up with Arv's clenching hole.

Bran looked up quickly, pulling his face away from the dragon's shaft and giving him a questioning glance. "You sure you want me to do this?" All of his former inhibitions had left the instant that taste had passed across his lips, and now the only thing holding him back was the slightest sense of decorum.

The dragon just grinned back at him, lifting an eyebrow. "If I wasn't sure, I could have incinerated you halfway across the cave." He patted at his rump, giving Bran's own a little smack. "Now fuck me already!"

Slick as the dragon's hole was already, Bran had no trouble in slipping inside. Despite Arv's size, he still felt astonishingly tight - one of his fingers was around the same size as Bran's own cock, and that was all Arv had been using. He couldn't help but groan immediately at the warmth constricting around his cock, giving a couple quick jabbing thrusts.

The sudden penetration startled Arv, in all the best ways. Bran's cock felt similar in size to his finger, but the smooth and loose skin working its way into his passage felt immediately different than his own rougher-scaled digit. It barely took Bran any time at all to bottom out, but Arv wasn't complaining - it was long enough to jab into his sensitive prostate at the end of each thrust, and its length meant that its tip scored a direct hit every time.

Arv let out an abrupt, deep growl, and Bran instinctively froze up. The dragon's muzzle was cracked open, and seeing all those sharp white fangs made Bran suddenly remember that this was a powerful, dangerous creature he had his cock shoved into. Did I do something wrong? He started pulling back, but Arv's powerful muscles pulled him back in. When he looked back up, Arv was staring directly at him, a half-playing snarl on his muzzle. There was real fire in his golden eyes, and the tone he took made it clear that he would brook no argument from Bran.

“Do you really think you're going to hurt me?" The dragon clenched down around his shaft again, and Bran couldn't hold back a groan. “I've taken other dragons. You, to be frank, are nowhere near their size." He growled again, baring his fangs a little for emphasis. “I've been interrupted already this evening, and had my own pleasure put on hold while I tried to deal with your insecurities. Now, quit screwing around and fuck me already! You are not going to hurt me, but dragons are known to get bitey if their partners withhold pleasure!" Teeth glinting dangerously in the dim light, Arv punctuated the end of his diatribe by pushing his hips up, taking Bran to the hilt without a hitch.

It's fucking you want, then? “Is this how it usually goes between dragons then, Arv?" Bran asked, finally giving in to the urges and starting a quick, bestial rhythm. “Just fuck like animals and ignore the pleasantries, a 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am'"? His own speech was clipped and jagged, breath coming in quick pants, but he was thrilled to hear the dragon huffing and growling in time with him.

The white dragon let his toothy grin look down once more on the human at his rump, grunting. “You say that like it's a bad thing."

“But... What about intimacy?" Bran couldn't help but feel a little hypocritical, talking to the dragon about intimacy while drunk-fucking him, but this was about dragons, damnit!

“Oh, intimacy? You mean like this?" Before Bran could react, Arv leaned forwards and pressed his muzzle against Bran's face. Although his lips were poorly suited to kissing the man's own smaller pair, he had no problem with pushing his tongue into Bran's mouth and wrestling with the man's in a brief, aggressive kiss.

As Bran pulled away, coughing and spluttering, Arv laughed. “Is that the intimacy you're looking for?" He chuckled a little more, thrusting back into Bran's hips. “I assure you, when in the right circumstances dragons can be downright romantic! But now is not that time. I think the animals have it right, in situations like this!" With that, he leaned his head back against the ground, growling. For all his bravado, between the previous stimulation and the current, he didn't feel like he would last long at all.

His estimate on how long he could hold back was halved as Bran started actively rubbing his shaft, using the dragon's copious pre to his advantage. From where he was standing, Bran could just barely lick at the underside of his tip if he bent over far, but rather than strain himself, he seemed content with licking along the shaft. One of the man's hands strayed down further, and Arv was instantly reminded of just how much he loved having his balls played with.

Again, his estimate was halved when Bran somehow managed to pull his cock up high enough that he could wrap his lips around the tip. Before, he had been thrusting because he wanted to feel all that Bran had to offer inside of him - now, he could barely restrain his hips from pumping up into the man's waiting mouth and pumping him full of sticky dragon seed.

When Bran paused for a moment to look back at him, face smeared with slick draconic pre, Arv was somewhat relieved to see the same desperate need for release written in his expression. I'm not going to last long, but at least he isn't either!

“Fuck, Arv..." Bran groaned loudly. “I think..." Suddenly, the man's hips flew into a wild, erratic pattern, balls slapping up against Arv's tailbase as his cock furiously pounded into the dragon's prostate. “I'm... I'm..." Without bothering to finish that sentiment, he wrapped his lips around the dragon's leaking tip once again.

Suddenly, Bran's pleasure spiked, sending shocks of white-hot ecstasy jolting through his brain. He thrust once, twice more, barely even noticing the sudden clamping of the dragon's tight hole around his cock as his balls drew tight...

...And then that sensation, sublime and familiar, blasted through his body, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled yell around Arv's stiff cock as he began to loose his load deep within the dragon. The pleasure was almost blinding, and for a moment he lost track of where he was, what was in his mouth... Until, with an ear-splitting roar, Arv blasted off as well, and Bran's mouth was suddenly full of thick, stringy dragon seed. His cheeks ballooned outwards from the sheer amount, but he quickly realized that he had no chance of keeping up. He swallowed what he could, but there was simply too much. Choking, he yanked his head off of the dragon's tip and instead focussed on licking and rubbing at the rest of the shaft.

From the new position, he could watch Arv climax in relative peace as his own climax drew on; the dragon's face was contorted in pure bliss, frills and spines all standing on end and eyes cinched closed. Contractions started in his heavy balls, drawn tight to his scaled body, and pulsed through his shaft to erupt in a heavy splatter of off-white dragon cream against Arv's chest.

Bran's own orgasm finally started to die down, but Arv's seemed endless in comparison. He counted nine, ten, eleven full jets of seed before it started petering off; not wanting to miss out, he managed to force the tip back in his mouth and was rewarded with a couple final weaker spurts.

Eventually though, even the dragon's impressive orgasm wound down, and with a contented sigh Bran collapsed against Arv's pale flank, ignoring the slow drip of thick draconic cum onto his head. Panting, he just lay there for a moment, staring at the thick spire of flesh in front of his face. Although he was loathe to admit it, the men he had lain with before had nothing on Arv. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing - Bran felt like he was splitting open just by thinking of taking that behemoth. There was something captivating about it though, and the typical human shape seemed... Less than impressive, after seeing this monster.

Not that I'd ever admit it to Arv, Bran thought wryly, finally starting to pick himself up. Already, though he had just been laying there for a minute or two at most, he was sticking to the dragon's scales; laying in a pool of dragon cum probably had something to do with it. With a sigh, he slowly pulled himself back out of the dragon's smooth passage, feeling his own comparatively small load leaking out of Arv.

Shivering, Bran crept around the dragon's rear, half-assedly attempting to avoid the copious mess the dragon had made. Rivulets of it had flowed down his sides, forming sticky off-white puddles scattered across the floor. “Damn, Arv..."

Tiredly picking his head up off the floor, Arv smirked. “Well, what did you expect? I am rather magnificent, in case you haven't noticed."

“Thought cumming would make you less of a snark, to be honest..." Bran slapped Arv's hip, chuckling. Sliding around Arv's outstretched hind leg, he bumped the dragon's flopped front paw with a foot. “Budge up, it's cold and I want to snuggle now."

Arveirarth blinked, then growled at the human, but he grudgingly moved his paw, letting Bran curl up next to him. He held his paw up for a moment in indecision, and then against his better judgement wrapped it around Bran. What the hell, may as well at this point. “This doesn't leave the cave, you realize."

“What, so you are okay with having a human fuck you, but cuddling is just a bridge too far?" Bran looked far too comfortable for his own good. “Got a reputation to maintain?"

The dragon shook his head, hissing. “It... Looks silly." Adopting as regal a pose he could, Arv said, “It's unbecoming of my draconic glory, to be seen snuggled up against a little human like you."

For a moment, Bran thought Arv was serious... And then Arv dipped a claw into one of the many off-white puddles on the ground, and flicked a couple droplets in his face. “Ack! You ass."

Instead of responding, Arv simply rested his head down by Bran, winking his closer eye at his friend.

“Relax, Arv," Bran chuckled, “Your secret is safe with me."