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A cool breeze blows through the forest, it's a beautiful summer day. Despite the coolness of the wind signaling the transition into autumn, overhead the leaves are still a vibrant green and rustle gently in the wind. It's a perfect day to go for a walk.

I bring my head back inside from the window and get ready for my walk. Bringing something to eat would be a good idea, but the cupboards are looking pretty bare. I quickly head outside and go left to the North side of my house.

In the constant shade of the house sits the entrance to the cellar; two large wooden doors each with a heavy metal ring and a heavier lock between them, surrounded by large stone bricks. I take the key from my pocket and open the heavy metal lock, which isn't meant to keep humans out as much as it is used to keep out, well, other things. I grab the rings and swing open the doors, revealing the dimly lit stone stairs leading down to the even darker cellar.

Walking down the stairs, the sunlight begins to fade and is replaced by an eerie green glow coming from my side. I untie the leather cord from my belt and hold the source of the light in front of me. The lantern stone shines ever brighter the darker it gets. Everything is bathed in green light, making the moss in the cracks of the stone glow. Eventually, the stairs end, revealing the cold dark cellar. Despite all the shelves I had built, the room is still quite empty. The emptiness isn't that surprising considering the cellar is larger than my house.

On the closest shelf is the basket I came for. Inside the basket is four eggs, just enough to make some egg salad. Going around to the other shelves, I grab the rest of the ingredients I need and set them in the basket. All the shelves are on one side of the room and on the other is the final ingredient.

In the floor and running along the entire length of the wall is a rectangular channel filled with running water. It's thanks to this water that the cellar stays cold in the summer and isn't freezing during the winter. I take the water skin from my belt, remove the cork and plunge the mouth into the flowing water. The cold water feels good against my skin. Once the skin is full and back on my belt, I decide to splash some water on my face. The cold water makes me shiver, but it feels invigorating. Grabbing the basket of ingredients, I make my way back to my house.

It takes hardly any time at all to finish the egg salad, but something is missing. Looking around the kitchen I spot the missing ingredient. "Now it's finished! With only a few slices of bread, I have transformed this salad... into a sandwich! Chef Zhordon strikes again!" I can't help laugh at my own ridiculousness. Thank goodness I live away from the village. If anyone heard me, I'd be so embarrassed. Wrapping the sandwiches in some cloth and setting them in the basket from the cellar, I hurry out the door. I better get moving or I won't be having this food for lunch, I thought.

Closing the door behind me, I head straight from my house, crossing the old dirt road and into the forest. With all the free time I have, I spend a lot of it exploring the forest. The more I go out, the more comfortable I become, so the deeper I go. One day I felt especially bold and ventured deeper than ever before. Having walked for a considerably long time, I thought about turning around and almost as if the forest read my mind, I saw the trees begin to thin out ahead of me. It was a clearing deep within the forest. The clearing is what I was heading for today. Finding my way over roots and feeling the bark of the trees, I make my way through the forest. Walking and walking, I continue my journey to the clearing. Having made it most of the way, I decided to stop and relieve myself. After undoing my belt, I tilt my head back and take in the sights and sounds of the forest. Looking up and seeing the light streaming in through the treetops makes me think of the clearing. I haven't been to it since the first time I was there, yet it has left such a strong impression with me that I don't go long without thinking about it.

It was almost like time had stopped moving when I first stepped into the clearing. It was a near perfect circle about twenty-two feet wide. With no trees to block the sunlight, the area took on a completely different look compared to the surrounding forest. It was like I found a secret world being hidden away by the forest. At the center, away from the trees and shadows, was a group of flowers. The circle of flowers was about fourteen feet wide, but they didn't look very healthy despite their numbers. I got close and kneeled down to get a better look at them. The dark, almost black leaves clustered around the base were slightly shriveled, and the single bare stem was bent over on all of them. It didn't take long before I noticed something different about the end of the stems. Initially, I had thought all the flowers had lost their blooms, but being that close I saw that the blooms were simply sealed. I don't know much about flowers, but all the flowers I do know of close up during the night, not during the day. It was starting to get late, so I decided to head back before it got dark. A couple days later while I was in the village, I decided to stop at the Plant Shop run by the old lady. It didn't matter if you need fruits, vegetables, herbs or flowers, the Plant Shop sold them all. It was the first time I've seen the old lady wrinkle her brow in thought when asking her about flowers that don't bloom in the daytime. The only thing she could think of was the lunar flower, but it was exceedingly rare so it was most likely something else. She also told me that they were similar to lantern stones, in that the darker it is the brighter they glow.

An especially cold breeze snaps me out of my reverie. As I've had my junk out the entire time, the cold causes some shrinkage and sends a little chill through my body. The isolation of the forest fills me with courage. On a whim I turn in a circle waving my junk back and forth, yelling “Take a good look and get an eye full!" The only thing that hears me is some birds that I scare into flying... or so I hope. I quickly put everything back where it's supposed to be and fasten my belt, just in case I'm not the only one out here. After taking that very extended break, I take a quick drink of water and pick up my pace.

Judging by the direction of the sunlight coming in through the trees, I can tell it's already after lunch. The clearing should be coming up pretty soon, so my lunch won't be too late. Only a few minutes pass until the trees beginning to thin ahead of me. In my excitement, I break into a jog and almost trip on some roots, but I maintain my balance and finally make it into the clearing.

The clearing is just as beautiful as the first time I saw it. The gentle breeze sends waves through the grass and rustles the flowers in the center. The sunlight, unimpeded by any trees, falls on my body. Enjoying the warmth, I remove my shoes and decide to sit on the soft grass in full view of the sun and finally eat my lunch. Being hungrier than I thought, the sandwiches don't last long. Looking in the empty basket, I feel a bit disappointed. I should have brought some fruit or something, I think to myself, still a little hungry. After taking a few big gulps of cold water from the skin, I decide to lay down in the grass and just enjoy the atmosphere. With the combination of walking all day mixed with the warm sunlight, soft grass, and cool breeze, I find myself nodding off. It was a long time until night, so I decide to let myself drift off. It's probably safer not to sleep in the forest at night anyway, I thought as my last thought before falling asleep.

Opening my eyes, all I can see is darkness and trees silhouetted against the starry night sky. For a moment I wonder where I am, but as I stretch and sit up, I'm immediately reminded by the sight from the corner of my eye. Just beside me is a glowing white disk of flowers bathing me in their light. Standing slowly, I make my way around the flowers. "I guess they really are lunar flowers," I say quietly to myself. Perhaps it's just by chance, but the name seems to have a double meaning. Some of the flowers are missing petals, creating dark spots within the otherwise white circle. The dark spots, combined with the white circular shape the flowers grew in, make it look like the moon fell out of the sky, and continued to shine on Earth. The other meaning comes from the individual flowers that are missing petals. Since the edges of the petals are curved inward, when the petals fall off, the flowers look like they are going through the phases of the moon. Having gotten a closer look at them, I can see they really do thrive in the night. Their leaves are no longer shriveled and the stems are almost perfectly upright. Part of me wants to just lay down in the center of the flowers, but I don't want to damage them, so I decide to just sit by the edge and enjoy their glow. Waiting until the new moon to come here again was definitely worth the wait. The lack of moonlight causes them to really stand out. I'll have to come back here during the full moon to see if the moonlight is enough to cause them not to open. Not that I need an excuse to come out here, I chuckle to myself at the thought. This clearing has a timeless quality to it, especially with no sun overhead to mark the passage of time, so I can't say how long it's been when I first notice them. At first, there is just a handful. It takes only a few moments until there are hundreds of tiny glowing moths flying all around the flowers. The closed flowers must offer the moths protection during the day, and during the night the moths pollinate the flowers. I wonder if the moths only become visible when they get covered with enough glowing pollen, I think to myself. A barely audible "wow" escapes my mouth as I watch the spectacle in front of me. In a matter of seconds, all the moths return to the flowers, and the flowers themselves rapidly close up, leaving me in the pitch-black darkness of the forest.

The first thing to come to mind is: shit. Did I scare them? Can moths get scared? Can they even hear? Considering how late it is, I should probably head home anyway. Good thing I have... At that moment I notice something or more accurately, the lack of something. Closing my eyes tight I untie the leather cord at my belt and hold it in front of my face. After saying a silent prayer, I open my eyes. Nothing. There is no light to be seen. Maybe the cover is just closed, I think, despite knowing how heavy the stone is. The source of the problem is that the slotted half of the wooden vessel is completely gone, meaning there was nothing keeping the stone in. I had meant to get a new vessel a while ago but never got around to it. Guess this means I'm spending the night... in the dark... without any food, shelter or way of defending myself. Better find myself a tree to sleep under. Knowing my luck, it rains tonight.

Carefully, I feel the ground to find where the flowers are to make sure they don't get stepped on. Once I've found the edge of the flowers, I turn around to head towards the closest trees. Again, my plans come to a halt as I see the familiar green light of a lantern stone coming from within the forest. “Thank you," I say out loud to no one in particular. The light is so strong, that I can faintly see myself. Maybe it was this light that was responsible for the lunar flowers closing. If that's the case... then why did they open in the first place? Just as my attention goes back to the light, it suddenly vanishes. Fear begins to well up with me, but I manage to hold it together.

“Does this belong to you?"

I jump, as the voice of a young boy comes from behind me, along with a familiar green glow. Despite wondering why such a young boy would be in the forest at night, the hope of a lantern stone makes me turn around. They are indeed young, not even coming up to my knees, but that's not the most surprising thing. Before me is not a human child, but a humanoid dragon. His legs, arms, tail, horns, and claws are all quite stubby, so much so that his big round tummy almost touches the ground. The green light washes out the colors, but I can still tell that the little dragon is mainly a deep blue, with black making up the color of his claws, horns, teeth, chest, and stomach area. The only light color on them is the stunning silvery-white of his eyes, which remind of quartz or ice. Within his mouth, the shining lantern stone sits on his tongue, looking like a pearl within a rather toothy oyster. “Can I have my stone back?" I ask in a quiet voice. The little dragon nods his head slightly. Wary of the small, but most likely powerful jaw, I slowly reach my hand out. His jaw snaps shut with an audible click. Green light shines through the slight gaps between his black teeth, making the thinner parts of the teeth glow. Not sure if I find this scene cute or frightening, I try and think like a child and realize, "do you want something for finding my stone?" He nods his still glowing head more vigorously this time. "Okay... just tell me what you want, and I'll see if I can give it to you," I ask, still using a gentle tone.

“I want to suck your dick," he said, with no hesitation in his voice.

Perhaps predicting what I was going to say next, he points at my crotch then to his open mouth. I guess I heard right, but it's still hard to believe. “I'm sorry, but I can't fulfill your request. You're far too..."

“I am older than you will ever be," he says, interrupting me.

“I know hardly anything about dragons, so even if that's true... N-not saying you're lying!" I quickly add as he gives me an icy look. “It's not illegal to be a 'child lover', but I'm sure as hell not one." Despite his short stubby legs, the little dragon launches up and headbutts me in the chest. Due more to surprise than by force, I topple over and land on my butt.

“You do not have to watch! Just close your eyes!" His voice is no longer calm, filled with a pleading tone. “I will die if you do not help me."

My eyes widen at his last remark, but he continues on, not giving me time to say anything.

“I am a dragon, a monster, less than an animal. If anyone were to somehow find out about this, the worst that would happen to you is some playful teasing that you did not share or do something worse to me."

He spoke the truth. Anything with the label of “monster" was treated as something evil, and as such had absolutely no rights as a living being. Ever since I was little, I was told “monsters" were real and that they did many terrible things. As most children are, I was curious about the world and wondered how things worked, so I asked questions non-stop. One of my questioning sessions has always stuck with me, and this situation brings it to the front of my mind.

Looking up at my mother, I ask, “Mom? Why do animals sometimes chase me?"

She puts her hand on my head and smiles. "There are lots of reasons. Sometimes they are protecting their babies, other times it's because you're trespassing on their land."

The image of a goat running out of their house and telling me to get off their lawn, makes me giggle.

“Other times, it's because they're afraid of strangers who might hurt them."

“Do monsters attack for the same reasons?"

“No. Monsters attack because they are evil," she says matter-of-factly, still with a smile on her face.

I didn't understand what the difference was, so I asked, “what does it mean to be evil?"

Not wanting to say the wrong thing, she stops and thinks for a moment. “Being evil means hurting others for the joy of it."

"What if the monsters were the ones who were hurt first?" It was an innocent question, but to my mother, it must have sounded like I was defending them.

The smile gone from her face, she said, “that is enough talk about monsters."

Never again did I ask any questions about “monsters," but it wasn't the last time I thought about them. As I got older, I learned more about “monsters" and what it meant to be evil.

Even now I still believe that when humans are afraid of something, they will try and label it as evil, so that way they can treat it however they want and feel no remorse. I wasn't going to let fear control me, so looking the little dragon in the eyes, I say, "okay. Let's... do this." With slightly shaky hands, my belt comes undone. After undoing a couple of buttons, I fold back the cloth covering my crotch, exposing my genitals to the dragon. The little dragon walks forward, now standing between my outstretched legs. We both stare at my crotch. Feeling very self-conscious, I quietly ask, "I hope this is good enough. I know it's not very big." When fully erect, my dick is just under five inches and the cold air isn't doing me any favors. Combine my size with the fact I've never really been with anyone before, my anxiety is pretty high and has my stomach in knots.

“It is more than enough."

The sincerity in his voice, despite sounding like a child, helps calm the anxiety burning within.

The little dragon takes the glowing stone from his mouth and stretches to get the stone as close as he can to my face. Understanding his idea, I lean in closer with my mouth slightly open. He pushes the almost too big lantern stone into my mouth, which clacks gently against my teeth. The stone is warm from being in his mouth for so long, and the hotter saliva coating the stone slowly runs off, mixing with my own. The dragon's saliva is more viscous, giving it an almost slime-like consistency, which allows a surprising amount to stick to the stone and fill my mouth up considerably. Reflexively, I swallow the warm, runny fluid. Slowly, the warmth makes its way down and into my stomach. The warmth radiating in my stomach reminds me of drinking something warm on a cold night.

“Now get comfortable, and close your eyes if you need to."

Doing as he says, I lay down on the soft comfy grass with my hands behind my head. Staring up at the stars, it's not too long until his hot breath blasts my crotch with warmth. My dick stirs at the warmth, growing a little. This must have been his intention, as a warm wetness circles my dick and caresses my balls. Now I understand how he's going to manage to “suck my dick," although still feeling a little worried about the teeth.

The dragon moves his head closer, pressing his snout into my pubic hair, bringing my dick further into his mouth. Having gotten closer, he wraps his tongue around my balls as well. The thinner end of his tongue tightens around my sack and begins gently tugging on it. Saliva coats my entire crotch, warming and protecting everything against the cold night air. All the heat loosens the skin surrounding my balls, allowing the dragon to stretch them further and further with his tongue. With the new sensations coming from my balls being played with, my dick pulses with pleasure and quickly become fully erect. While still tugging on my balls, the dragon tightens the wider part of his tongue around my shaft and begins stroking up and down with his head bobbing in time.

While still wrapped around my cock and balls, his tongue somehow stretches further and begins to move inside my pants and along my taint. It seems only moments later until the tongue pushes its way past my butt cheeks, and begins probing my hole. As the pointed tip of his tongue pushes inside, a little moan, muffled by the stone, escapes my mouth, encouraging the dragon to stroke my cock faster. With all the stimulation, I can hardly keep still; my legs spread out wider and lift my butt into the air, and my hands move to my sides, grabbing at the grass.

With my change in position, he changes his to match. The tongue loosens its grip from my balls, giving one final tug as it slides off them. Still stroking my cock, but with more tongue to spare, he pushes further inside me. Having the squishy, wet tongue inside me is a strange, but pleasant feeling. Every time I clench against the tongue it slides out a bit, but in response he shoves it in deeper, making me moan. My legs begin to shake from holding myself up for so long. The dragon removes his tongue from my body, leaving an empty, but warm feeling behind. Either by kindness or impatience from my shaking, the dragon grabs my hips and pulls me close, resting my legs on his shoulders. For a moment it doesn't cross my mind, but then I quickly raise my head and stare at him for the first time since this began. It now makes sense why it felt like his tongue was getting bigger, because it was, along with the rest of him.

Judging by the changes, not only did he get bigger, but he also got older. He now looks like a slightly scrawny teen, although shorter. I can't tell for sure since he's kneeling, but he's probably around four and a half feet tall and would come up to my chest. His arms and legs better match his height, making him look more human than before. His head got bigger too, with his pointy ears, horns, and tongue getting longer to match. Behind his broader chest, a longer tail swishes back and forth, and a set of wings, each the size of a table. How did I miss those before? I silently ask myself. His still slightly round belly is the only remainder of his younger form. Near the bottom of his belly, a long, tapered dick has emerged, spreading apart a slit in his scales. Despite his shorter stature, the base of his dick is already as thick as mine, around one and a half inches wide, and the dick itself looks about seven and a half inches long. Running down the middle of his dick, on both the top and bottom are evenly spaced bumps. The bumps start off pea-sized near the base and continue to shrink until around half-way down his dick, where they disappear. Connecting the top and bottom bumps is a ridge that forms rings around the dick, and just like the bumps, the rings shrink in size until they disappear along with the bumps. The head of his dick is very similar to a human's, having the V-shape on the underside and the base of the head flaring out, although his more so, reminding me of a barbed hook. It's also pointier and longer, making up almost a third of the total length of his dick.

Only after I finish checking out his body do I notice something strange. A smell that shouldn't be out in the forest. It smells like marshmallows with vanilla. He must have heard me sniffing because he points at the ground between us. Sitting up further, I look at what he's pointing at. On the ground, glistening in the light from my mouth is a plate-sized pool of some sort of clear liquid. Now that I'm a bit closer, I can see a thin stream coming from the tip of the dragon's dick, the source of the ever-growing pool. Wow, that is a lot of precum. No wonder I could smell it. I wonder if it tastes as good as it smells. Seemingly hearing my thoughts, the dragon scoops up some of the pre with his fingers and brings it to my face. The almost overpowering scent of marshmallows and vanilla fills my nose. Apparently not satisfied with me just smelling it, he takes the stone out of my mouth and puts his pre-covered fingers inside. Compared to the strength of the smell, the flavor isn't overpowering like I thought it would be, and it tastes exactly like marshmallows with a hint of vanilla. Maybe it's because I had so little to eat, but his fingers are quickly licked and sucked clean. A twinge of disappointment goes through me when he removes his fingers and puts the lantern stone back in my mouth. The corner of his mouth curves up in a grin, so he must be satisfied with the result.

“How about we get these pants off you so the real fun can begin?" he asks, now with the slightly deeper voice of a pre-pubescent teen.

It only takes an instant for me to decide. His grin turns into a full-blown smile at my vigorous head nodding. Before I can even reach for the waist of my pants, he's already pulled them to my knees. I lift my legs from his shoulders and he removes them the rest of the way, tossing them to the side.

Grabbing his dick, he says, “I better get this in before I end up flooding the forest."

I look away and blush instantly at his words. It's a bit silly to be acting all embarrassed now, I mentally scold myself, so I turn back and look at him. He pulls my butt closer, and his dick curves to probe my hole. I guess his dick is a little prehensile like his tongue. I wonder how much control he... The warm slick tip of his dick pushes into my hole, interrupting my thoughts. With the saliva and stretching from the tongue earlier, the entire tip fits in easily. Once the flared head is inside, my anus tightens around the thinner part of his dick. He keeps it there for a few moments, letting his pre flow in. Instead of going deeper, he pulls his dick out with a quick tug, making me let out a little noise. Then just as my hole gets used to it not being there, he pushes the head in again, and I again make a noise. He continues to do this many more times until I give him a pleading look and a whimper.

“Okay, okay, I get it. No more teasing. Just for the record though, you do make some pretty cute noises," he follows that up with a wink.

I smile and think to myself, well I can't be mad at that.

The tip of his dick is again at the entrance of my hole, coating it with more pre. Perhaps to prove he isn't going to tease me anymore, he slowly slides his dick in until the head is once again inside. Not stopping there, he keeps pushing until I can feel him reach a dead end inside me.

“All those pesky curves. Lucky for you, my dick is nice and flexible."

True to his word, I could feel the tip of his dick moving around inside me, trying to find its way past the curve.

“There it is," he says quietly.

He continues to push his dick in, but once it meets enough resistance he backs out and tries again. As he stretches me out more and his dick gets lubed with pre, he's finally able to go all in. The rings near the base of his dick are less intense than the head going in and out but feel just as great. As he's moving in and out, the bumps massage me from the inside, and the ones on top radiate pleasure through my body as they move past my prostate. Although I liked how his tongue felt inside me, the firmness of his dick and the extra sensations from the bumps and rings just can't compare.

Now that I can take his full length, he begins to pick up the speed and also vary how far he goes in or out, so I never know what to expect. Grabbing my dick, he starts to jerk me off and at the same time lick my feet. His warm, thick tongue licks all along my feet and the tip goes between my toes. With his other hand, he begins rubbing the head of my dick, using my own pre as lube. With all the stimulation going on, I'm pretty much constantly moaning. To top it all off, I feel his dick growing inside me. Since his dick is tapered, I get used to the growing size pretty easily and I can then take the entire length again, although it feels like I'm getting close to my limit. When he pulls his dick out and shoves the entire thing in in one go, it always makes me moan the loudest and makes him smile at the good job he's doing. When he does pull it out, I can see that his cock has grown to be about ten inches long and two inches wide.

Not only is his cock growing, but the rest of him is too. His proportions stayed pretty much the same, except the upper half of his body got longer and his chest became wider. On his chest are pecs the size of my head, that already have nice definition. The abs on his longer abdomen must be an eight or ten pack at least, but other than sides, aren't that visible. Both his legs and arms have gotten so big that I probably couldn't fit my hands around his biceps, let alone his huge thighs.

He stops jacking me off and licking my feet, but continues to slowly fuck me. He spreads my legs and lowers them down to his hips, and I try and wrap them around him and pull him closer. As he leans closer to me, he runs his tongue up my body, leaving behind a thick, warm trail of saliva. When he reaches my head, I realize that he's probably six feet tall or more. He gives my neck and face a few licks before planting his hands beside my head.

“I am going to fuck you so hard," he says with a now adult, slightly gravelly voice.

The hot breath that's blasting my face with heat quickens as he begins to fuck me harder and faster than ever before. He leans back and places one of his hands on my belly. He must be curving his cock upwards, as I can see it bulging outwards. The pressure created by his hand and cock pressing against each other feels great as he pistons in and out of me.

He seems almost lost to the pleasure, with heavy-lidded eyes and his tongue lolled out, dripping a constant stream of saliva on my chest.

“Bigger... more..." I hear him say, panting between words.

He's trying to bury his entire ever-growing cock inside me, but I've reached my limit despite his cock being tapered. I push on his chest and mumble some words to try and get him to at least ease up, but he just seems to ignore me. As if his growing muscles aren't bad enough, he begins using his wings to try and thrust in deeper.

I remove the stone from my mouth, and ask him, “please stop, it's really starting to hurt now." His expression stays the same and continues thrusting.

“More, more, bigger..." He just keeps saying those two words, getting louder and louder.

“I said STOP!" as I yelled the final word, my clenched fist connects with the side of the dragon's muzzle, causing his head to swing to the side. He immediately stops. My eyes are wide with shock realizing what I had just done. Quickly I regain my composure as the dragon slowly turns his head back and stares me straight in the eyes.

“I am sorry. I did not want to hurt you. It is like I could only think of one thing and nothing else. I waited longer than I should have because I was so worried that something bad would happen during my first time, and look what happened." His voice is deeper, louder, and gravelly, but it's still filled with sincerity.

“This was your first time?" He nods his head. “Well it was my first time too, and not just with a dragon. As far as things go, I don't think it went that bad. It could have been a lot worse." I spread my arms wide for a hug. “I forgive you."

He bends down and hugs me back, then all of a sudden rolls over and he's on his back and I'm lying on top of him.

“You forgive too easily."

"When you live in such a small village as I do, you quickly see the importance of forgiveness. That doesn't mean you should forget though. If you did forget then you couldn't learn."

“So, what did you learn?"

“I learned..." I lift my head up to look at his face above me, “that I want to make a deal."

Looking like he's bracing himself for my answer, he asks, “what exactly did you have in mind?"

“Well, since you think I forgive too easily, I've decided that I'm not going to forgive you, unless..."

He grumbles, “unless what?"

"Unless you promise never to let yourself get that small again and that I'll be the one to make you grow again when you need it."

“Forgiveness is one thing, but why would you risk it again?"

“Isn't it obvious?" I grumble under my breath.

“What was that?"

“I said forgiveness is only one half. The other is giving you the opportunity to prove I can trust you, so my forgiveness meant something. I've never met a dragon before, and you seem pretty nice as far as 'monsters' go. I'd hate for something to happen to you while you look for someone else to help you grow, as it would be pretty difficult to find someone as cooperative as me."

“Indeed. You do seem like one of a kind."

Blushing, I look away. “So then. Do you accept my terms?"

“Hmm... Hmmm... Let me think..."

“Are you actually thinking or are you just being a jerk?"

He lets out a quiet chuckle. “Maybe a little bit of both, but I do accept your terms. Now that that is settled, I think it is time you got some rest. You have had quite the night."

I try and rotate myself while his dick is still inside me so I can lay on my back. Despite the size, it ends up being easier than I thought to turn over. I look at the dick that's still mostly inside me. The base of it looks to be three inches wide, and if I remember correctly how big it was earlier, it's probably fourteen inches long now, if not more. Still unable to believe that I was able to take such a big dick for my first time, I take a deep breath and gaze up at the night sky.

“You know you do not have to keep it inside you, right?"

“I know, but I need to stretch it out for the future anyway, and besides I like the feeling and I don't want all that pre to run out." He rubs my slightly rounder belly. “I can't believe you actually pumped enough into me to make my belly grow like that, and you didn't even cum."

“Well, my cum would give you a round belly in more ways than one."

I decide to play along, “Would you actually do that? You naughty dragon, we've only just met, and could you imagine what the villagers would say."

“I am sure they would be concerned about you being with a dragon, more than anything else."

I lay my head back on his pillow-like pecs, forget about what the villagers would think, and just enjoy the night. It doesn't last long as I sit bolt upright, well as much as I can with a dick inside me.

“Where's the lantern stone?!"

“It is over hear," he reaches over and picks it up off the grass. “You must have dropped it when you punched me. I do have to admit that that was a pretty good punch."

“I doubt it was, and I'm pretty sure it hurt my hand more than it hurt you. About the stone, I just remembered something, but it involves snuffing it out and my vessel is broken."

Still holding the lantern stone, he reaches between my legs, and in a few seconds, the light is completely gone, leaving us in the pitch black.

“... Did you just put my lantern stone up your..."

“Yep."

"... Well, I supposed it worked, so thanks for that, I guess, but now I need you to stand up for this." He wraps his arms around me, and once I've put mine over top to hold on, he slowly stands up. “Ah!" I moan out loud. I wasn't holding on well enough and ended up sliding down on his dick a little.

“I told you I should take it out."

“It's fine, it's fine. Now be quiet and watch the center of the clearing."

He lowers his mouth down to my ear and whispers, “I should be quiet? I am not the one crying out in pleasure," he licks my ear after the last word.

I can feel my cheeks getting red again, but thankfully he doesn't tease me anymore. A few minutes go by, but nothing happens.

“Oh."

Oh? I can't see anything, but he can probably see better in the dark. I keep looking for any signs and just a few moments later I start seeing specks of light on the ground. It doesn't take long before all the lunar flowers have fully opened, but something is different this time. A large circular section reaching over a third of the way into the group of flowers isn't lighting up. "What happened to them?" I ask no one in particular.

“I am sorry... again."

I tilt my head up so I can see his face, it's a little too dark, but I can see he's turned his head away.

“I was so out of it and with everything I was feeling, I must have been swinging it back and forth without realizing."

I reach my hand up and bring his head down to look at me. “There's no need to apologize. You didn't know they were there, and I didn't even think to tell you to move away when I saw you getting bigger. We were both caught up in the moment." Looking at the flowers an idea pops into my head. “No questions. Left, or right?"

“Left."

“Okay, walk left a quarter of the way around the flowers and tell me what you see." He walks to the correct spot and stops to look at the flowers. It takes him only a few moments to sees it.

“With that section of flowers missing, it kind of looks like a waning moon."

“See? All you did was some landscaping, and I'm sure the flowers will grow back in no time." I let out a long yawn. “I think you're right about sleep though. I can barely keep my eyes open."

He gently lays back down on the grass, and I once again rotate myself on his dick so I can lay stomach first. I bury my face into the cleavage of his surprisingly soft, thick pecs and wrap my arms around him as far as I can. He puts his arms around me too and we lay there in each other's embrace.

A cold wind comes along and makes me shiver. “Even though you're so warm, that wind still has quite the bite to it."

“Maybe you need a blanket."

Just then, he moves his wings and covers me with them, wrapping me up in a leathery cocoon. “Thank you, it's nice and warm now."

“You are welcome. I want to thank you for everything, not just for helping me out. It is thanks to you and these flowers that I got to share a moonlit night without a moon in the sky, and share it with someone special as well. I bet very few can say that."

“Mhmm," is all I can manage before I drift off to sleep.