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(I will not write vore, but there's something so delicious about larger partner pleasuring their smaller lover with a drooly, huge maw. So essentially, don't expect the maw play to go further than this.)

Trembling with excitement, Hector cradled his broom-like brush against his chest. His head reeled with heavy, masculine scents as he made his way through the stables, stiffening his bare cock and sending a thrill through his naked body. After years of training to be a stable boy in the illustrious dragon stables, Hector was finally about to meet his first client and could barely contain himself. Ever since he was a boy, he looked on with lust as dragons pulled cargo, carried messages, and such, sweating and swaying as their masculinity caught the sunlight, and he dreamed of servicing them as they serviced society.

Nudity was not only encouraged but a requirement to be a Dragon Groom. Synthetic materials and clothing gathered scents that offended regal nostrils, while metals would be nothing more than a snack for the average drake. Of course, there was another reason- Dragons were a sensuous bunch and were never happy unless attended to sexually, something Hector couldn't deny was the most major draw of the job.

"Well, hello there." A growling baritone met Hector's entrance, followed by the swish of a tail and a blast of masculine musk. Wet, squishing noises echoed through the stall as the drake rutted intently into a breeding mount, his knotted, ridged cock slurping through copious fluids and his heavy, almost impossibly large balls swaying, dripping with a thick coating of seed and sweat. "I was beginning to think the stable master forgot about me."

Standing nearly eight feet at the shoulder on all fours, he was bulky, with meaty, fat-insulated muscles covering most of his body and a thick, silver tail swaying from side to side. Two horns jutted from his head, sweeping back along a muscled neck, while silver eyes, matching the shine of his scales, appraised Hector, lingering on his cock as a tongue flicked over scaly lips.

"N-Never! I'm sorry I'm so late, sir. I had to clean myself to your liking." Staring in awe at the flexing draconic pucker and rutting cock, Hector licked his lips, feeling his cock jump with the desire to stuff itself into the dragon's puffed, horse-like rim. Visions of his well-trimmed blonde pubic hair ramming against the underside of that tail danced in his head, loosening his grip on the brush. "I did not wish to offend your senses."

"My, my. How thoughtful. Aren't I the lucky one?" Flashing sharp teeth, the silver dragon slurped free from the breeding mount, unleashing a deluge of sexual fluids alongside his softening slug of a breeding tool. Sauntering over, he looked over Hector with a critical eye, his nostrils flaring as he took in Hector's scent, his muzzle pressing against the new stable boy's stomach. Huffing Greedily, he rolled his nose up and down, flaring nostrils stopping to take in extra long pulls of the air around his manhood.

"A-All part of providing service to my lord." Spreading his legs to let the dragon's muzzle explore his manhood, biting his lower lip as his excited shaft bumped against smooth scales. While he was always proud of his size, the dragon's muzzle dwarfed it, looking as if it could slurp the sensitive flesh from his groin if he wished. "Is my endowment large enough for my lord? Master told me you enjoy masculine partners, but unfortunately, I do not have much to offer besides my cock. I'm afraid I've never been a grizzled mountain man or a hardened adventurer."

"My boy, you are perfect. Truly, my only complaint is that you are too clean." With a huff, the drake slipped his tongue out, cradling Hector's balls and licking from his rear to the base of his dick. "Perhaps you'd like to work up a sweat for me? I'm feeling an itch that I cannot scratch." Heavy, wobbling haunches loomed into view, revealing that sweat-glazed pucker and creamed, leathery balls. Leaning over a bale of hay to better match Hector's height, the drake presented himself, his tail lifted and swaying. There was a sort of seduction in his movements, as though he wanted nothing more than thorough breeding.

Unable and unwilling to resist such a tempting offer, Hector let his cock lead the way as he grabbed a stool and scrambled up, his hands resting on the dragon's soft rump. "Y-Yes, sir. Anything to please you." Slick and puffy, the dragon's pucker cradled his cockhead like a decadent pair of lips begging to embrace his shaft. A strange combination of tightness, slickness, and slackness greeted his first thrust, encouraging him to shove himself to the root, then clamping down like a silky fist.

"Ah, gods. Just like that. Don't hold back. I need it hard, deep, and feral." Melting into the hay bale, the dragon let a thick, drooling tongue slide free from his lips, his eyes half-lidded. Below his slurping pucker, so desperately begging for every speeding thrust, his cock pumped thick streamers of translucent arousal to mess the floor below, filling the room with even more of the heady, masculine musk of a breeder.

As he'd trained so long and hard to do, Hector angled his hips, seeking the pillowy gland deep in the dragon's ass and kissing his cockhead against its sensitive surface. Goaded by guttural, growling praise, he mashed harder and harder, painting it with his arousal and draping himself over sturdy haunches to slap his balls against the sticky glory of the dragon's hole. Years of longing poured itself into every thrust, and a collage of dragon asses, drenched in sweat, flexing, puckering, shining in the sunlight, danced through his head before being overwritten by the perfect hole beckoning his every thrust.

Wet, gooey sounds filled the air as the dragon's cock erupted, coating the floor in a creamy sea of draconic approval. His inner muscles clamped down, slowing Hector's desperate thrusts and ripping control from the human's hands, forcing him to shove toward a release with every thrust, his cock aching with the sheer strength threatening to rip it off. "Gods, yes. My stud, my breeder. Show me the depths of your desire and pour into me."

Thrusting with wild abandon, Hector tried his best to please the squirming dragon, feeling the telltale twist deep inside his stomach that heralded an orgasm. Unable to resist the siren's call of the dragon's innards, he buried himself to the root, his cock spasming and releasing wave after wave of seed to quench the dragon's thirst for his cock. Rippling muscles milked him for every drop, and he felt light-headed before the tight muscles finally released him, letting him fall, softened and dripping, from the dragon's oozing hole.

"Gods, it never ceases to amaze me how talented humans are." Panting like an exhausted dog, the dragon stood on all fours, his towering rump nearly burying Hector's face in his dripping handiwork. Stretching and plodding to the corner of the stall where a hole in the floor yawned, leading to the stables' waste collection, he wiggled his hips, his cock flopping lewdly. "Come here, boy. Your conquest demands your assistance."

Following the dragon, despite his shaking legs and the intense exhaustion of orgasm, Hector reached out to reverently touch the dragon's shaft, marveling at the fact that it was nearly as large as his torso, dangling several feet below heavy, leathery balls. "My name is Hector, if it pleases you, sir."

"Hector, eh? A masculine name for a budding breeder. I am Ignis." The drake pressed his softened, dangling cock back until it rested against Hector's body, looking between his forelegs with a smirk to meet the human's eye. "Why don't you help me aim? The only puddles I'd like in my bedding are quite a different color, and these paws, while mighty, are lacking in this particular manner."

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Hector." Sighing happily as the human pointed the flexing tip of his exotic cock toward the darkness below, Ignis let loose a steady stream of golden urine, lifting one hind leg. Intense musk strong enough to peel paint wafted from his piss, stray droplets marking Hector's legs and dripping down. "You are obedient compared to my last Groom. I sensed that he didn't enjoy himself, despite following my directions to the letter, and he wasn't nearly as eager to bathe in my scent."

"He must have been a fool. Your scent is more addictive than the sweetest perfume, and I've never seen a dragon with finer scales." Clinging to the dragon's softened member, Hector nuzzled his cheek against its bulging underbelly, smearing his face through leftover draconic cream without a care in the world. If he could, he would bathe in Ignis's fluids and worship anything that parted the slit at the tip.

Hardening with every praise-filled word, the dragon's cock nearly lifted Hector off his feet before Ignis retreated from the hole in the floor, the last few drips of piss drooling into the abyss below. "Is that so, my handsome Groom? I'll admit, I hear no deceit in your voice, so your honeyed words must be the truth. This humble drake thanks you."

Sweeping aside hay, the dragon flopped onto the floor, his meaty body twisting to show off his soft underbelly, glistening silver in the torch light. Licking his lips with that long, dextrous tongue, he crooked a clawed finger, beckoning Hector toward his muzzle. "Allow me to reward your flattery, sweet boy. Were you sturdier and closer to my size, I would pin you down and breed you until you could not walk or demand the same of you, but this will have to do."

"As you wish, sir. Anything you desire." Clambering onto the dragon's stomach and straddling his shaft for a moment, he noticed his cock was woefully tiny compared to the breeder's tool. The desire to use his body to please Ignis rose, but he didn't dally, crawling up the dragon's body until he perched on the dragon's chest.

"There's a good boy. Spread those legs for me." Slithering his tongue out, Ignis caressed Hector's manhood, his dextrous muscle wrapping around the shaft and stroking it fondly. Sloppy and heated, it trailed down, releasing his cock to ooze against the space between his balls and rear entrance. Rippling through the sparse hair there, it sought every corner of Hector's masculinity, nearly lifting him with the force of greedy licks.

"Such a pleasant flavor. Better than the finest wine." Doting, with a growl in his voice and a bouncing, dripping cock, the dragon took Hector's entire rear and groin into his maw, forcing him to bend at the waist while that thick, drooling tongue teased against his entrance. Respectfully, it worked its way past his entrance with circling licks, softening his hole despite the power behind the slippery muscle, rather than stuffing itself inside with rapacious intent.

"T-Thank you, sir. Your tongue is better than anything I've ever felt." With a belt of teeth gently holding him in place and suckling lips sealed around his most tender parts, Hector could only steady himself, the underside of his cock gently sawing against slick, heated flesh. Ignis's tongue invaded his inner walls, stretching him further and more thoroughly, and he could only pant, growing more desperate to hump his way to a messy, dragon drool-induced orgasm.

With a mouth full of squirming human, Ignis could only growl his approval, working Hector deeper into his maw until his tongue bottomed out in the human's ass, bulging his stomach with sheer excess. With a loving rumble, he withdrew the slimy muscle, teasing it out until only the last few inches parted the human's pucker, then jammed himself home, his tongue showing off a level of strength that matched any pistoning cock. In and out, in and out, growing more feverish with every plundering shove, he fucked Hector open, mashing the human's prostate.

Drunk on pleasure and unable to resist the dragon's suckling maw, Hector pushed his hips against soft, yielding flesh, feeling his balls draw up as thick, dripping drool coated every inch of his cock. Gripping Ignis's ching, he thrust away, his head leaning back and his short blonde hair dripping with exertion as finally, he erupted, draining a seemingly endless flood of cum into the drake's maw to mix with the sloppy mess.

Withdrawing his tongue with slow, massaging laps, the dragon savored every inch of Hector's inner sanctum. The wet seal of his lips released just as the tip of his tongue lazily lapped from the drooling apex of the human's dick, all the way to the cleft between his cheeks where his gaped hole clenched uselessly. Circling its rim one final time before that dextrous, slippery muscle guided him from the dragon's maw, he sighed, licking his chops and swirling the human's seed over his tastebuds. "Oh, I shall have to request you the next time I stay here." Pawing at his erection lazily, the dragon leaned back, his head resting on a pile of hay and his eyes drifting closed while that slippery tongue licked at the trails of drool running from his lips. "It's not often that I'm provided with such a tasty snack to savor. Willing, supple, and oh so handsome."

"You do not wish to eat me, do you sir? I don't find the prospect very exciting, though your maw is heavenly." Trying not to offend the dragon, the overfucked human made his way down the dragon's body, shivering as his hole dripped with dragon saliva and clenched uselessly, lamenting the loss of Ignis's tongue.

"Oh, don't worry, sweet boy. I don't speak of consuming you. Such an act would be a shameful waste." Looming cockflesh wriggled with the shift of his body, settling against Hector's stomach and throbbing with anticipation of more carnal delights. "No, I happen to be an avid oral enthusiast. Were I not sure I would leave you raw and hurting, I could lap and suckle at your most intimate parts every moment of the day, drinking your masculinity and worshipping every inch of you. Only the meaty haunches of my kind could compare, smothering my face and marking my senses." Sighing as he settled into his lewd fantasies, Ignis bucked his dragonhood, smearing its musky length over the human's chest.

"If only I had the weight and endowments to fulfill your needs, sir. I apologize." Wrapping his arms around the dragon's erection, Hector nuzzled into the heated flesh, favoring it with a kiss as his circled limbs stroked what they could reach, coaxing a slow ooze of approval from his tip. It was at least three feet from base to slit and far too thick to fit into even the loosest human hole, but Hector was determined to please it.

"Oh, I don't doubt you would make an excellent breeder, my boy. A young buck, dripping with untamed masculinity and confidence, willing to root a soft drake like me into the ground, then mark me as your property. Breeding me long and hard until I resemble a gravid female." Sighing as he imagined what could have been, the drake lowered a finger to his well-glazed hole, fingering Hector's cum into his pucker and twitching his tail from side to side.

"Perhaps I could fulfill a piece of that fantasy, sir. While I am woefully small, I could still 'mark you.' Would that please you?" With growing confidence, Hector extricated himself from the embrace of the dragon's hardness, trailing his fingers along the underside and carefully avoiding the growing pool of dragon arousal as he plodded toward the dragon's muzzle once again, cock in hand.

"Oh my. A young buck indeed. Far be it from me to deny you your due." Flashing sharp teeth and unfurling his tongue, the dragon awaited Hector's attention, his eyes half-lidded in a draconic approximation of a coquettish expression. His cock jumped with renewed life, flopping wetly against his stomach as if it were close to orgasm, despite the absence of stroking hands, and the wet squelch of his desperate fingering echoed with a faster rhythm.

Standing over the eager dragon's muzzle, Hector held his cock, aiming the piss slit toward eagerly flaring nostrils. A shiver rolled through his body as he concentrated, finally groaning aloud as a golden stream dribbled out to splatter between Ignis's nostrils. A powerful stream followed, spurting, then growing steady until piss flowed freely into the dragon's muzzle, splashing wetly against his lips and coating his lapping tongue.

"Gods. That is-" Trailing off to open his maw wider, the dragon's words grew gurgling and distorted. "I sink I may be in luf wif yoo." Rather than swallowing, he rolled the golden gift around his maw, his tongue foaming its surface. Savaging his hole with clawed fingers, he used his spare paw to smear the musky piss over his muzzle, tainting the silvery sheen in a whorish glaze.

Bucking and letting out a high-pitched whine, the dragon shoved his hips upward, thrusting his cock toward the ceiling. A volcanic eruption of masculine cum rained down. Coating every inch of his stomach, balls, face, and most of Hector's body in pleasantly heated dragon seed, he squirmed, nearly bucking the human off as he gulped his mouthful.

Favoring the dragon's pulsing, drooling cock tip with gentle kisses to enhance his orgasm, Hector lounged in the dragon's spend, thrown from his chest to his belly by the dragon's orgasmic twisting but unharmed. Like a proud sword jutting from an abandoned battlefield, his cock still stood steely and dripping with Ignis's creamy arousal. "D-Do you wish for me to clean you now, sir?" He murmured, in awe of the dragon's productivity and vaguely remembering his other duties as a Groom.

"My boy-" Panting and still gently working his hole with one greedy paw, the dragon swallowed, fixing his silvery gaze on the human's cock like a starving beggar faced with freshly baked bread. "-If anything, I demand you dirty me further. We shall not stop until your scent sears into my flesh."