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Loud clangs and the sound of violent, crackling fire filled a certain cave within the Elder's Recess.

A Hunter, both seasoned and talented, stood proud on one side. He gripped his Greatsword like he'd die if he dropped it, and considering his opponent, he very well could.

On the other side of the cave, in the Hunter's sights, was a Teostra. A terrible Elder Dragon with a dangerous level of control over flame, and judging by his moves, the Hunter could tell he was a veteran as well.

The battle was long and arduous. It was clear for both of them that one mistake could spell their end. With every swing of the Hunter sword, every slash of the monster's claws, they were each looking for an opening. Even a small one would do, just one second where they could catch the other off guard and take over the flow of the battle.

That moment never came. It was just a long, harsh, painful battle of attrition.

Eventually however, the Hunter lands the finishing blow, knocking the Teostra off his feet and onto the floor with a loud thud. Nothing could be heard except for the heavy pants from both of them, exhausted.

He barely won, really. It so easily could've been him on the floor, outmatched and helpless. He looks at the monster.

One of his horns was chipped. His wings, although mostly undamaged, were clearly too sore to move. Several of his claws were broken. His mane was covered in dust in soot, and he looked much less regal than the name "Emperor of Flame" entailed.

He continued gazing his eyes over the monster's lower half. It was clear why the fight had been so hard for the Hunter, despite his many years of experience.

He was strong. His forearms were covered in muscle, visible even with the crimson red scales that covered his body. The same could be said for his underbelly, which flexed with each breath he took.

Then the Hunter's eyes moved even lower… And stopped right at the monster's rump. His well defined, firm, striking looking rump. It was hard to take your eyes off of it once you noticed just how nice it looked.

The Hunter had never noticed it, as he was, just mere minutes ago, in deadly combat with the Emperor of Flames, but this Teostra was actually pretty attractive.

Wait… what?

He took a step back, rubbing his head as his rational side caught up to the regretfully faster carnal part of his brain.

The Teostra under him then growled, baring his teeth and shaking the hunter back to his feet, where he gripped his sword once again, ready to attack if the Teostra were to make a move.

That should've been it. He should've ended it right there like he had with every other monster.

But curses, he just had to keep gawking at the beast below him. And he kept looking, his infernal curiosity getting the better of him, causing his eyes to drift once again upon the Teostra's scaly rear once more.

Starting from the bottom of his paws and going up from there, was a muscled, firm rump of a monster that clearly didn't let his title of "Emperor of Flame" be any excuse to slack off.

Just a bit lower from that, were two-well, orbs, really. They were huge, just about the size of the Hunter's head, maybe a bit smaller, resting ever so gently on the Teostra's thigh. Not only that, but the shine on his thinly-scaled sac was beginning to become intensely enticing.

Just then, the Teostra growled and gets on his feet. Judging by the wince in his face, he was clearly still in a bit of pain from the fight.

The Hunter just stood still, surprised at both how quickly he could get up again, and at himself by being distracted by a monster's... Sex appeal? Gog, what was going on with him.

Next thing he knew, there was a deafening roar: one so loud that it forced the Hunter to cover his ears.

There was a quick burst of wind, and in the next second, the Teostra was gone, probably flying back to its nest, which he didn't know the location of.

"Damnit." The Hunter cursed, grabbing his weapon and strapping it to his back once again.

As he walked back to the camp to take a breather, he couldn't stop thinking about what just happened. On the one side, there was a Teostra still out there, probably madder now than before, who knows what it was gonna do. On the other side... It got away because his dick got the better of him.

Ughh. He couldn't wait to just get home and pretend this didn't happen. Although as much as he tried to tell himself it just happened because of the adrenaline from fighting, he was still thinking about it: how unfairly attractive that Teostra was.

'Just need a nap.' He told himself. Yeah. Just needed a nap.

---

The Hunter woke up a day later. It helped clear his mind by a miniscule amount. He was still angry that he let the monster escape him, and he was still confused at the thoughts that crossed his mind about the beast.

Even so, he knew that spending the day sulking would be a bad idea. He'd just end up drowning in his current worries. It was a better idea to go outside. Go on a hunt, gather some materials, or just take a stroll through a locale.

He was about to leave for the Ancient Forest. Really, he was just seconds away from whistling for his Wingdrake before something caught his eye on the quest board.

It was a Commission. For a Teostra. In the exact same area as the last one he fought… It had a different commissioner this time, so it was either a different monster, or the same one that was still causing distress

He ripped off the poster from the wall as discreetly as he could. If he's the one that let him go, no one else should risk their life to deal with his problem. Forget a day of clearing his head, he needed closure.

He rushes back to his house, equipping his armor and grabbing his Greatsword with haste before heading out once again. This time, he wouldn't make the same mistake.

Throughout the entire trip, he couldn't think about anything else except the Teostra. He had to get rid of him, for his Hunter pride. But also, to get rid of those weird feelings that crawled into him from the last time he saw him, but he wouldn't acknowledge that part.

Singleminded in his pursuit, he goes back to the exact same spot as last time. He completely ignored the roars and other loud sounds in the background, he didn't care.

When he returns to the cave of his first skirmish with the beast, the sight that he's greeted to makes him smirk.

Strangely, he isn't surprised at all to find the very same Teostra standing there. He looked much healthier than last time, but his horn was still noticeably chipped in the same spot.

Was it waiting for him? Possibly to get revenge of some sort? Or were these just the area's it usually prowled? Who knew. But as soon as it laid those bright, azure eyes on him, it reared back and prepared himself for a fight. The Hunter charged in as well, determined to finish this.

Unlike last time, the battle didn't go on forever. The Hunter had recognized most of the Teostra's tricks from the last time. He was able to get an upper hand early on, and keep that momentum for the rest of the fight. He didn't escape the conflict unscathed, however. The monster had gotten a few hits in, and even managed to knock him off balance.

But even with that, the Hunter came out on top. Once again, he stood triumphantly over the beast, out of breath with sweat pouring from his face. He looked once again at the Elder below him with a strange sense of respect. Not many monster's could give him an enjoyable fight nowadays, let alone twice. It was almost a shame things had to end this way, but he had to do this. He had to right his mistake.

He approached the monster, absolutely ready to finish things this time, but he was stopped when the monster put his guard down, giving up.

Well this is strange.

Even stranger however, was how the hunter himself was acting. The Teostra was now walking right next to him and he wasn't doing anything, as if the monster knew he wouldn't lift a finger. But why? He had no reason to think that. They were fighting just minutes ago!

It's expression was hard to read, but it definitely didn't seem to be aggressive anymore.

It's eyes landed on him, studying him for a brief moment, before smirking and blowing smoke from his snout, turning around.

What he saw made his eyes pop out of his skull.

His weapon dropped on the floor as the Teostra slowly bent over, practically shoving it's scaly rear against the Hunter.

He took a step back, but not before admiring the fantastic sight before him once again, drinking it in. While he did say he wasn't gonna let this happen to him again, it was completely different when the monster in question was essentially flirting with him.

And in addition to that, this wasn't even a situation where he had no choice in the matter. The Teostra was being submissive towards him. He could decline if he wanted to... But he didn't.

He knew this was taboo, but he didn't care. He wanted this, and if the monster in front of him wanted it too, all the better.

With that, the Hunter moved forward, reaching both his hands out and resting each of them on both parts of the monster's flank. He let out a low rumble, but aside from that, no sign to stop, so he continued.

It felt nice. Warm, but not hot. Under his hands, he could feel the solid musculature of his rump, and it was nothing short of impressive. This monster was definitely not a slacker in any regard.

He moved one hand lower, cupping one of those huge balls with hands, feeling its weight, and watching as it swung back to place when he let go.

Something he didn't notice last time however, was the Teostra's sheath. Which-now that he looked at it-seemed to have something poking out from inside it; proof of arousal.

"Must be pretty pent up, huh?" Asked the Hunter. It was more for himself though, really. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that."

In one swift move, he unbuckled his pants, and undid the top half of his armor, letting them both fall to the floor. He grabbed his shaft, which was already mostly hard, and moved towards the monster once again.

As he got himself into position, the Teostra grunted, and before he could even wonder why, the Hunter was looking at something truly amazing.

The monster had lifted its tail, and in the process, finally gave the Hunter access to that plump, dark red pucker he'd been hiding under his tail the whole time. It was like a precious jewel hidden beneath the earth, something only a few lucky men could ever say they witnessed. And the Hunter was staring at it, eye-to-eye.

If he wasn't hard before, he was now.

It was practically beckoning him to get closer to it. Upon closer inspection, he could see clearly that it was already wet, and dripping with sweat. Probably due to the heat, and also being right in between the cleft of it's two boulderous cheeks, as well as being tucked away under its thick, brush-tipped tail.

But really, being in such a cramped place like that? No wonder his back was damp. And that wasn't even considering the natural heat the Teostra gave off, which, now that the Hunter noticed, was definitely much lower than it was when they were fighting.

He took a step back and looked at the monster before him once more, really looked at him. He was gorgeous. From paw to tail, everything about the Teostra made the Hunter's heart beat faster. His feet, firmly planted on the ground. His haunches, thick and meaty, proof of a monster who's fought many battles standing his ground. His rump, of course, needed no explanation. And his tailhole, now glistening with sweat after being tucked away under his tail for who knows how long… Yes, this was a visage the Hunter would have to burn into his memory.

But for now, he had to live in the moment.

Without wasting any more time, the Hunter took each of his hands and placed them on the monster's backside, moving them apart. While the Teostra looked amazing being so exposed and spread open like this, the much more interesting part was that he looked remarkably clean. So clean in fact, that what the Hunter had in mind didn't seem so absurd.

'Can't believe I get to do this.' He said to himself, practically giddy, before pushing forward and getting a taste of that alluring pucker in front of him.

The Hunter could feel the Teostra jolt as soon as his tongue made contact, followed by a grumble and what seemed to be the rough raking sounds of claws on stone.

It must have been quite the new experience for him, and the Hunter wondered for just a moment if he should take things slow, so as to not startle the monster and break whatever tenuous agreement they've silently made.

Looks like he didn't have to.

In an instant, the Hunter was nearly pushed onto his back by the force of a very approving Teostra. He held his ground, gripping onto the monster's scaly rear with both hands while continuing to pleasure him.

Being pressed up against him like this made it easy to work his tongue deeper into the beast, earning low, muffled roars from him as he kept going. He gave the now wet, shiny pucker one last lick before he stepped back.

The Teostra turned his head, angry at the Hunter for stopping. Bringing his hands up in a defensive gesture, the Hunter smiled, amused.

When his large partner seemed to be calmed down, he then stepped forward, making a 'flip-over' motion with his hands.

Blowing a puff of smoke from its nose, he complied with little resistance, settling down on it's side and looking at the Hunter expectantly, it's mood now more curious than the slightly reluctant scowl it carried earlier.

The Hunter licked his lips, excitement building to boiling point as he looked at the monster in front of him. He rushed forward with the eagerness of a beginner, aiming his shaft along the monster's tantalizing entrance, and thrusted forward.

The first thing he noticed- or felt, rather -was the warmth. It was incredible. It was as if his dick was covered in a blanket. A hot, fleshy blanket, that constricted wonderfully against his shaft, hugging it.

It made sense, in a way. A Teostra would probably never do something like this, at least not to his knowledge. It was no surprise that he would be this tight. He was probably his first. Cute.

Now, The Hunter never considered himself to be a slouch, his stamina in the sheets was never an issue. He could fuck for hours if he wanted to under normal circumstances.

But this wasn't normal circumstances. And being buried halfway into a Teostra was proving to be a much better experience than he could've imagined it would be. He couldn't see himself lasting long at this rate, the Teostra simply felt too good.

And if that was the case, there was no need to go slow to drag out the experience.

The Hunter then grabbed one of the monster's legs, and hoists it up over his shoulder before slamming the rest of his member in the hot tailhole before him, all the way to base.

The Teostra let's out a wail, it's dick jumping and beginning to leak pre onto it's scaly stomach.

"Guess you're pretty close, huh?" The Hunter taunts, pulling back out and taking a breath. "Let's see how long you can last, 'Emperor'."

With vigor, the Hunter slammed into the Teostra multiple times in quick succession, pounding against the monster's backside with all he had. The heat inside the beast was quickly becoming too much for him, and he's surprised that he was able to last as long as he has without completely unloading himself into the beast. He felt that good.

With one final roar, the Teostra came first, drenching himself. The Hunter smirked, before coming as well seconds after that.

They stand there for a few minutes, bathing in the afterglow before the Hunter pulls out and the Teostra get's back on its feet. They look at each other for a few seconds, something very different in both of their eyes, something that a Hunter and monster usually never share.

Without saying a word, the Hunter turns his back on the monster and picks up his clothes.

The Teostra lets out a huff, flapping its wings and turning, flying back to it's nest.

Once again, the Teostra remains alive. Although this time, the Hunter didn't really care. In fact, he preferred it that way.

---

A few days went by. The Hunter, of course, chose not to speak of his experience with anybody. Not that he even thought anyone would believe him if he told them the best fuck of his life came from a Gogdamn Teostra.

In that time, he didn't partake in much Hunting. He would go over to the quest board to look at some jobs, but he'd never take any of them. He couldn't keep his mind off what happened that day.

Of course something like this would happen to him. He just had to be hung over a monster. And a Teostra of all things.

Then a thought came to him: Why not go on an expedition? Yeah… Just for the fresh air... A walk would be nice, give him some time to think.

And where did he go? Well of course, the most peaceful place in the New World, Elders Recess.

He tried to fool himself. Telling himself he was going there for the scenery, or to collect more materials for future gear, but deep down, he knew exactly why he was going.

---

After landing, he walked around for a bit, and just so happened to walk near the fiery area of the Recess where he and the Teostra… got to know each other. The scent of burning was strong, and smoke could be seen wafting from the cave.

The Hunter didn't even bother trying to make up an excuse to go further, simply popping a cool drink and venturing forth.

What happened next was either fate, or absolute coincidence. He was there, the Emperor of Flame himself, just lounging about.

Their eyes locked, and The Hunter knew immediately this was the very same Teostra he'd become so acquainted with.

The monster roared, standing up and getting into a fighting stance. The Hunter did the same, grabbing his greatsword from his back and smirking.

Their battle was even shorter this time. The Hunter had completely memorized each one of Teostra's moves by this point, it was barely even a fight.

The Hunter stood above a defeated Teostra, just looking at him.

And just like last time, to the Hunter's great elation, The Teostra put his guard down, and stood up. Unlike last time however, the Teostra seemed different. He almost seemed… Happy? Was he reading the monster right?

Regardless, just as before, the Teostra turned around, bent over, and slowly raised his tail for the victor, exposing his enticing red pucker for the Hunter once again. He could just barely make out a sultry look from the beast as he turned around.

Without any further instruction, the Hunter stripped and stepped forward, ready to pump his load into the Elder Dragon once again.

---

After that day, the pair had begun to meet up regularly. They quickly formed a routine, and for the first few meet-ups, it remained the same.

They would meet for a duel, the Hunter would win, and the Teostra would lift his tail, allowing the Hunter to take him. It was nice, and each and every time the Hunter buried himself deep into that Elder's warm, welcoming insides, it never managed to disappoint.

The Hunter would find himself either thinking about that big, fearsome beast, or being actively plunged inside him like a cork in a bottle.

Over time, the Hunter began to notice that the way the Teostra fought him was different. He was getting worse. Getting hit by attacks on purpose, never changing his method of approach, and just generally becoming sluggish. It was as if he was losing on purpose.

It didn't bother the Hunter that much, since the joy of a good fight between him and the beast paled in comparison to what they did after.

It was one day, like any other, that the routine had slightly changed.

The Hunter was walking through Elders Recess on his way to the Teostra's cave, a route that he had become quite familiar with over the past few days.

He decided that he'd go easy on the Teostra today. After all, it's not as if the monster took their duel very seriously by this point, so he'd rather save the extra stamina for sex.

When the Hunter entered the cave where the Teostra usually was, he was surprised to see the beast wasn't here. At first he was just a bit disappointed, this was around the same time they would always meet up. Immediately after, he felt a tinge of dread swell up in his gut.

What if another Hunter had gotten to him?

No, that couldn't be the case. Even in those first fights with the beast, the Hunter could tell he was experienced. He wouldn't fall to some hot-shot Hunter trying to make a name for themselves by slaying a Teostra.

And although the Hunter never boasted about his skill, he really was in a league of his own among the guild. If he had a bit of trouble taking him down, no one else would stand a chance.

Feeling his heart beat faster, he moved his hand to his waist, and let his scout flies fly free, just for a moment, to see where his- or rather, the Teostra was.

Thankfully, it seemed that the monster was simply back in it's lair. The Hunter let out a breath of relief before calling his scout flies back and heading down towards the beast.

It was odd that the Teostra was back there though. He was never there when it came time for them to meet-up.

As the Hunter approached the other side of the tunnel, he could see the opening, and in turn, see the monster he was looking for.

He looked… Very relaxed. Sitting without a care in the world, seemingly looking for something. Or someone.

When the beast turned his head, and looked eyes with the human, his demeanor changed. He beckoned the man forward, patting a spot on the singed ground in front of him. The Hunter could've swore he even saw a smile form on that maw of his.

When he stepped closer, the Teostra moved in, licking him on the cheek.

The Hunter was stunned. He stayed glued in place, unmoving… And then the monster did it again, wiping that hot, rough tongue across the man's face with a surprising amount of affection.

The Hunter then grabbed the Teostra's head, rubbing his fingers through the monster's thick, yet soft crimson mane.

He really couldn't believe just how handsome this Teostra was. Large, intimidating horns, sharp, fearsome fangs, and of course, he couldn't forget about the monster's piercing blue eyes. They stood out particularly because they clashed so much with the rest of him. But the human liked that too.

The Hunter, not unsure of what to do in this situation, decided to just return the favor. So he moved in, licking the Teostra as well. He was red in the face while doing so, he just hoped this is what the monster wanted from him.

With a snort, the Teostra simply blew smoke from his nose. The Hunter didn't know if what he did was right or wrong, but at least it amused the beast.

Getting up and circling around the Hunter, the beast then pushed its snout against the man's sword.

"My sword? You want me to take it off?" The Hunter questioned, gripping the weapon in question.

The beast nodded, and so, the Hunter obliged, removing the sword and setting it aside. In any other scenario, the Hunter would've just put himself in the most dangerous situation possible.

Alone. With an Elder Dragon. Unarmed, and in his own Gogdamn lair.

Thankfully, he had something of a relationship with this one. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he would be fine.

The Teostra grunted approvingly when he saw the sword touch the ground. Flapping his wings to get the Hunter's attention, he then moved somewhere else. The Hunter followed, now curious as to what the Teostra had in mind with all this.

The beast stopped, pointing to an elevated rock formation with his front claw. Once again, The Hunter did as the monster asked, moving over and taking a seat.

Finally, the Teostra picked at the Hunter's armor, wishing for it to be gone. The human complied, stripping himself off his armor and clothes. It was incredibly hot in the beast's lair, but hopefully what the Teostra had in mind would make this all worth it.

When he did that, it was as if he flicked a switch. The Teostra turned around, teasingly brushing his tail across the Hunter's face and putting it's large scaled rump directly in front of the hunter. Then, without missing a beat, raised its hindlegs and presented itself to him, unashamedly.

The sight never got old. Legs spread, rump raised, and looking incredibly submissive. This was one of the Hunter's favourite sights.

But there was one thing missing: the Teostra's long tail still hung low, depriving the Hunter of the Teostra's most precious secret: his pucker.

The monster knew what he was doing, however. And when the Teostra began shaking its posterior in front of the human in a playfully lewd manner, the Hunter could only gather that the beast was indeed teasing him. How rude.

Moving closer, the Hunter reaches out, laying hands on those warm, admirably muscular glutes. He wouldn't mind giving the Teostra a massage back here one day. It would give him a few minutes to truly appreciate the monster's form. But for now, there was something else on the Hunter's mind.

Slowly, he migrated his hands to the Teostra's tailbase. If the Teostra wanted to be a tease with him, that was fine. He'd play his game.

So, with a suppressed eagerness, the Hunter lifted the Teostra's hefty tail himself, placing the appendage on his shoulder.

The Teostra's pucker looked as fine as ever. Inviting, soft, and glossy from all sweat. The human could feel his shaft rise with excitement as he looked at it.

He couldn't stand not being buried into this marvelous beast one second longer.

With a jump, the Hunter got to his feet, still carrying the Teostra's tail over his shoulder like a bundle of logs. He licked his lips, grabbing the Teostra's rear firmly with one hand on each cheek.

Oh yes, this monster was going to submit to him today.

With gusto, the Hunter got into position, rubbing his cock and getting aligned with the beast's opening. The Teostra got into position as well, lowering its front and giving himself to the human. He looked back, and the Hunter could see a smirk on the monster's face.

The Teostra loved this. He loved letting the Hunter pound his backside like an animal in heat.

It didn't matter that he was the Emperor of Flame. It didn't matter that he was an all powerful Elder Dragon. When he was with the Hunter, he was his. Utterly and completely his.

With slow, meaningful movements the Hunter entered the beast. He gasped, marveling at the way the soft, pliable rim of the Teostra's gave way and let him enter so easily. The heat- so familiar and still so good- made the Hunter grin.

Indeed, being inside a Teostra was something that words couldn't do justice. You just had to get out there and experience it yourself. It was… Well, word's can't do it justice, but "divine" would be the closest.

Before he knew it, he was already balls deep in the Teostra, his hot, flesh walls clamping down around his member. The Hunter wouldn't mind going slow. Really taking his time and fucking the Teostra with care, but he knew his partner would rather something else.

And of course, he was here to please.

So he moved his foot and rested it on one of the monster's raised cheeks. His tail, raised greater still, was almost being pulled at this point. He felt powerful like this, looking down at the great beast as if he was conquering him, showing him his place.

The Teostra moaned beneath him at the new rougher pace. Flame uncontrollably spilled from his maw in spurts as the Human pounded him from above. The Flame Emperor hadn't even been aware that he had started to push back into the Hunter, getting into rhythm with him as he thrusted.

With his tongue fully rolled out from his mouth in what could only be described as pure bliss for the Teostra, he could feel himself getting close, the Hunter always seemed to know exactly where to hit.

Even so, he found himself not caring whether he reached climax or not. He cared more about his Hunter getting that sweet release, but more importantly, he cared about where that load should be going: in him.

It didn't take long for the Teostra to cum. Just a few more seconds, followed by a particularly deep plunge inside was all he could take before he exploded. Figuratively, in this case.

And although the Hunter had progressively lasted longer inside the Teostra each time they got together, he was still much faster with him then he was with anyone. And this position, this power that he felt when taking charge over the beast didn't help him at all. What really cut things short for him was the roar the Teostra let out when he came.

A deep, guttural, fierce sounding roar that shook the very ground beneath them. For the Hunter, knowing that he could elicit such a reaction from the beast was just enough to take him over the edge.

The Hunter stayed there, glued to the Teostra's backside as both his hands gripped his haunches tight. He unloaded every bit of hot, virile seed into the monster before him, filling him as much as he could.

Unbeknownst to him, the monster absolutely reveled in that sensation. Feeling the Hunter's load fill him up was exactly what he needed.

When the man finally pulled out, exhausted from the workout that was fucking an Elder Dragon, he looked at the Teostra.

He looked simply amazing. There was a true sense of pride swell in the Hunter's chest when he saw his own seed dripping out of the monster's hole. 'A job well done', he mused to himself.

The Hunter expected this to be over. He'd put on his clothes, collect his gear, then leave, as usual. So naturally, he was completely caught off guard when the Teostra had turned around, and looked at him with those hazy, vivid blue eyes of his.

He was even more bewildered at what happened next. Before he could fully understand what was happening, he was pinned down beneath the monster's weight. The soft, fuzzy mane of his was all over the Hunter, with satisfied rumbles coming from the monster every so often.

They've never done this before.

Never had the Teostra cuddled with him after they've had one of their romps together. This was a turning point in the relationship, and the Hunter understood that very well. He could've got up, walked away, and nothing would've happened.

He could come back here the next day, same time, and still get to fuck the beast senseless before returning home, just as he had always done… But he didn't want to.

Gogdamnit, he liked this monster. And he knew that affection was true and honest because he still felt it after he came. There was just something about this specific Teostra. He just understood him.

And as he lay there with him, in the beast's own lair, being cuddled with, and even licked by the warm, Flame-Wielding Elder, he felt content. Happy.

He would definitely be spending a lot more time in Elder's Recess, that's for sure.

---

So much time has passed since then, and that day has now become a cherished memory for both the Hunter, and the Flame Emperor. Ever since that day their relationship with each other had grown into something more in-line with what a relationship between two beings should be.

Sometimes the two would meet up for reasons that didn't come from their carnal desires. The urge was still there, but the two of them had come to enjoy each other's company so much that simply relaxing together was then enough reason to seek the other out.

What happened when the two of them stood within each other's presence, well… That had always been fairly predictable.

This was one of those time's. The Hunter was currently sitting down, face up, with the Teostra idling behind him, purring as the human mindlessly ran his hands through the monster's fiery red mane.

They were in the Teostra's lair; a place that the Hunter knew as his second home at this point. It wasn't like he could take this huge great beast to his house back at the guild anyway, so he had no problems with this place. He had gotten used to the heat a while ago.

As the Hunter continued with his fiddling of the monster's mane, the beast retaliated, rubbing his snout against his human's neck in a warm, loving manner. The Hunter, not prepared to take that lying down, pushed back, nuzzling his face into the monster's neck as his hands roamed wildly in soft hair's of his mane.

The two go back and forth, exchanging affections ruthlessly until eventually, the Teostra pushes against the human with all his weight, gently knocking him onto the warm ground as he stares down at him, proudly puffing smoke from his nose, as if he had actually won a real fight.

Gloating in his "victory", the monster leaned down, opening his mouth and dragging his wet, hot tongue across the Hunter's cheek. His licks become longer, more thorough. Over time, the beast's soft purrs gradually evolved into low, lustful growls as he moved lower on the Hunter's body.

Even with all that's changed between them, one of the things that had stayed the same was the Teostra's ludicrous libido. And thank Gog for that.

You'd think having sex all the time would make it boring, but for these two, it was the complete opposite. They both seemed to find new things about the other everytime they got intimate; New things to appreciate and try out. It endlessly excited them.

The Hunter especially. It seemed like the monster- His monster, was even more attractive now than he had been when they first fought. Whenever he was at home, all he could think about was him. His powerful form, strong aura, intense eyes… Everything. He loved him.

And because of that love, the Hunter got to enjoy him much more thoroughly than before. He couldn't wait to get started.

As always, the first thing the Hunter did was ask the Teostra to turn around by making a motion with his hand. The Teostra happily granted the request, turning on a heel over the human, and turning his backside to him.

The Hunter knew this view by heart at this point. But this was no time to be gushing over the monster's rump as he had done so many times before, he wanted to get right into it this time. So, without wasting any more time, he reached his hands forward.

First he began with the Teostra's hindlegs. Simply feeling up the monster's scales. They were hard, warm, and rough. Dark red in color, much like the rest of him, excluding certain parts. All it took was a slight press with his hands to feel the strength packed in his legs. Impressive, as always.

Next, he began moving both hands down his leg, and asking the great beast to lift one of them up. When he did, the Hunter took great care in grabbing it, beginning to then rub his hands over the monster's soft paw-pads. He could hear the Teostra let out a small sigh of relief at the paw massage.

The Hunter never would've begun to do this if the monster hadn't asked it of him one day out of the blue. He never had a problem with it, and soon grew to strangely like it; His pads were surprisingly soft, afterall, so he never had a problem with indulging the beast in something like this.

But there were other parts of the monster that were of much greater significance for the Hunter. And as he put the beast's hind legs down, he could barely contain himself for what came next; his rump.

He had to stand up in order to treat him with the proper respect he felt it deserved. He extended his hand slowly, making sure to savor the moment once he made contact.

The Teostra was a mountain of power. And oddly enough, the area that showed it most was back here. It was truly remarkable just how much muscle was packed back here. As the Hunter's hands roamed over each of the monster's impressive cheeks, he took note of how the scale-covered flesh resisted his touch.

He pressed harder, working up from the thighs and going towards the meatier parts after. His monster rumbled in approval as the Hunter thoughtfully kneaded his flesh, making sure every scale of his strong glutes was properly cared for. Afterall, this was a monster that would be going back into the Recess shortly after they were done here.

He needed to make sure every part of him was probably treated. With this line of thinking, it would actually be a disservice to the great beast to not massage his rump. After he was done, he gave the Teostra's backside one last run over with double the strength.

It wasn't an excessive amount of force by any means, but he was always surprised at how much pressure he had to exert in order to properly work over the monster's well muscled rump. Seriously, the thing was like a rock. It's a wonder how the Teostra was able to fly carrying all of that around. The Hunter would never complain about it further than that however. He firmly believed the Teostra's backside was one of his best assets. And that wasn't just entirely based on looks. There were… Other reasons, as well.

Just thinking of what he was about to do put a huge grin on the Hunter's face. It's truly a shame that it took so long for him to realize he had been missing out on something so special from the monster; his musk.

At first, it was simply something that was there, a quality of the beast that the Hunter never paid mind to at all. But after taking the time to really breathe in the scent on a whim, he found that he enjoyed it. So much so, that he began to actively search for where it was strongest, and how he could get more of it into his system.

To describe the scent itself… It was… Manly. Undoubtedly masculine and heavy, but it also had an obvious smoky tint to it that mixed well with the former, creating an absolutely addictive smell that the Hunter couldn't get enough of. Furthermore, it was strong. The Teostra may have cleaned himself immaculately in the lower waters of the Elder's Recess, but his musk was simply too great a force to completely remove. But that too, the Hunter thought, was a positive.

Through personal experience, the Hunter has since learned that the best way to enjoy the monster's scent was to do it gradually. Slowly, methodically taking in a bit more each time, building himself up before going all in and letting that smell fill his lungs.

The Hunter is interrupted in his musing's by a rather impatient growl from the Teostra, that he understood was his way of saying "get on with it."

The man snickers. He doesn't even know how much of a disservice it would be to the great beast to go straight to the good stuff while ignoring the rest of him. Such a thought wouldn't even be entertained. But, in order to satiate his eager partner, the Hunter decided that he should at least get started.

He began by moving downwards, towards the Teostra's heavy, plump sack. It swayed gracefully with the Teostra's movement, but he wasn't here to stare. He leaned in, pressing a nose to the two orbs before taking a sniff. His musk was delightfully concentrated here, as was to be expected.

"Mmmm…" The Hunter let out, his voice softened by the two round melons before him. He then opened his mouth, dragging his tongue along the cleft of his balls and licking off the sweat. It was an acrid, salty taste that took some getting used to, but the Hunter was nothing if not an adaptive learner.

After he was done here, he moved onto the next step. Carefully, he began lifting the monster's tail, and taking a whiff of the musky fog there

'Gog…' The Hunter thought, as the smell burned through his nose. It was much more earthy here than the smell on his balls. The scent he was after was so close.

Delving further, he pushed his face against the Teostra's sweaty backside. It was humid back here, most likely due to the natural heat the monster gave off, and the fact that the area under his tail was quite cramped. Not that the Hunter minded.

He moved to where the monster's muscley, firm cheeks parted, two mountains which hid an amazing treasure in between them; his pucker.

The Hunter smiled. "There you are…" He said, a happy familiarity in his voice. The human then took both his hands, placed them on the Teostra's rear, and parted the valley to get a better view, taking note of how the monster rumbled in approval at the action.

With great restraint, the Hunter allowed himself to only sniff the rim of his pucker for now. The heavily scented rim was heavenly in its own right, but knowing he was so close to the source of it made him impatient. He could feel the long, scaled tail of the beast pressed against the back of his, keeping him nestled between the crevices of the monster's taint.

Finally, the Hunter could get into the main course, and as if knowing this- probably because they had done it so much by now- the Teostra repositioned himself, placing his legs further apart than before.

When everything was set into place, the Hunter couldn't control himself, he opened that wonderful hole before him and drove his face into that musky tailhole. Taking a good, deep, long sniff and devouring every part of that darker, rich scent that was hidden away.

His dick was spilling pre, and felt painfully hard between his legs, but when that smell made it's up his nose, and through his system, it's like it didn't even matter.

So manly and unfiltered… Good. Strong, and full of vigor. Yes, this was the scent that belonged to an Elder. The Emperor of Flame himself, and one of the most feared and respected beasts that ever walked these lands. And the Hunter got it all to himself for this moment. What a gift.

He was a big lightheaded after the first whiff, it's true. But he wanted- no, needed to huff his hole again. And when he did bury himself back into that dank cleft, flaring his nostrils and absorbing that scent, he let out a sigh of relief, like a man who'd just breathed in fresh air for the first time in years. He was in love. In love with both the Teostra, and with his wonderfully rich smelling insides.

He would've fallen over from lightheadedness if it wasn't for the monster's tail, catching him protectively. His blue eyes now looked at him, a cautious glint within their gaze. The monster seemed to know the Hunter's limits better than himself nowadays.

It's true, he had a habit of getting carried away when it came to this. His scent really was intoxicating, but it was also incredibly strong. Taking in so much in such a short amount of time was never a good idea. And so, it warmed the human's heart to know the Teostra was always aware when the Hunter was pushing himself too far.

That type of care deserved Its own reward.

It only took a minute for the Hunter to recollect himself. The monster's smell was still fresh in his memory, and he was ready to go back in between those hot, sweaty cheeks. Although, he wasn't going in there for his own needs this time. What type of partner would he be if he didn't take care of the Teostra's needs as well? A lousy one, probably.

So, in order to keep the mood they had, the Hunter jumped right into it. He opened his mouth, placing it right on the monster's pucker, and kissed him. Making out with the beast's rear end was a guaranteed way to get the creature fired up.

Once the man heard a moan from above, he went one step further, licking around his rim before sticking his tongue in the Teostra's warm insides, making him yelp with want.

Things were going about as well as usual; The Teostra was letting out dozens of loud, pleasured sounds for all of the Recess to hear, and his human was there, dutifully tending to his rear. The human was about to reach over and grab the beast's cock, work it, and milk it, finally satisfying him for the day- or at the very least, the next few hours.

He was quite shocked when the monster had instead decided to push his butt against him and onto the warm floor, effectively pinning him under his ass.

Admittingly… He couldn't help but be excited. It was nice to see the Teostra take charge for once. Not that he didn't love how eagerly submissive he was, but changing things up once in a while was interesting.

Yeah, he could go along with this.

He resumed his previous endeavors; prodding, kissing, and deeply licking the Teostra's tailhole with great care and affection, making sure to sweep up every drop of sweet with fervor. His face was sweltering from being under the fire monster's heavy rump for so long, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

He could tell the Teostra was close because he could no longer be still. Instead of letting the Hunter passively lick and take care of his backside, he Instead opted to grind down on the human's face. Gentle enough not to hurt him, but hard enough to push him just a little closer.

And so, he came. With a roar so loud the Hunter feared he woke up every monster in the Locale. And despite that, he could still hear the thick, sticky globs of seed splattering over the floor.

The Teostra rose up slowly and gracefully from his face, as if he hadn't just been eaten out for a good few minutes. The Hunter could visibly see how well the monster's hole was taken care of. It was practically sparkling when the beast got up. A job well done. Some spit was still connected from the human's lips, to his partner's hole, but it was severed quickly enough.

While the monster sat there, grooming himself and trying to look decent, the Hunter just layed there, unmoving. He was tired. So, extremely tired. Even though he hadn't even gotten off, he felt like every part of his body was completely sapped of energy. His mouth most of all. He loved rimming the beast, but doing so was hard work, considering his size. He may even be inclined to put it above hunting the lower tier of monster's in terms of pure effort.

It was fine… He'd get even with the Teostra next time. His monster was always fair about things like this, they had an understanding.

Apparently finished grooming himself, the monster walked back to the human, still absolutely spent on the floor. He sat down, right next to him, and cuddled up to him. When he was comfortable, he let out a soft whine before finally closing his eyes and just… Resting. How nice.

Still, the Hunter couldn't help a grin cross his face. The monster looked so peaceful resting next to him. As long as he was happy, he could afford to sit here for a bit longer.