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"So, who was Marlin?"

Ailmer blinked, trying to fight through a headache pounding in his head. He groaned softly, shaking his head slightly from side to side. He sighed softly, both his palms working into his eyes. He propped himself up on the table on his elbows, trying to shut out the light that made angry lighting bolts of pain shoot through his skull. The midmorning light pouring into the kitchen window was lacking the usual warmth that he enjoyed, instead, each glance at the perfect morning shot pain through him… both because of the hangover and the thoughts that name brought back. "How'd you know?" He rumbled.

Beroan blinked, his forehead wrinkling slightly. "You said it last night, then you cried for almost an hour. You don't remember?"

Ailmer let out a slow sigh, nodding slightly into his hands. "I guess I had more alcohol than I'd thought. I'm sorry. I usually have more control than that."

Beroan nodded slowly, still peering back at Ailmer with his lovely blue eyes. The color matched too many of Ailmer's memories. He barely managed to prevent himself from wincing away from that glare. He chewed his lip, as it was obvious that the dragon wasn't going to be dissuaded with a simple redirection. "I'm going to make breakfast." Ailmer simply stated, standing up with a slight groan as the light attacked his eyes.

Beroan blinked slowly, still sitting the center of the kitchen, staring at Ailmer with his ever-interested stare. Ailmer tried to avoid that withering glare and his thoughts as he cracked eggs and sliced bread… before sighing defeatedly. He rested his hands on the counter, glancing back over to the dragon. Beroan was still there, giving him the eye. It was the same look the drake gave him when Ailmer was explaining things. It was a determined sort of look that showed that every word that Ailmer rendered was being hungrily absorbed. Usually, it was an endearing quality that showed just how much Beroan loved to learn about the world.

This morning, it terrified Ailmer down to his very core.

He shook his head, trying to push the dragon's gaze off him with the shaking motion. He returned to his cooking, trying his hardest to ignore the drake's gaze. A short huff from the dragon brought him down again. His head dropped forward, his eyes lowering as he gave a sigh. "Marlin was someone I used to know." He said.

Beroan nodded slightly. "I assume it was rather well."

Ailmer nodded, slowly opening his eyes as he bit his lip. Considering he'd woken up with the drake in his bed with a certain set of scents on the air he'd come to know rather well, he supposed he could infer much of what had happened in his drunken stupor. He took his time, the human trying to fight through his memories. The pain of his thoughts drowned out that from his headache, the old, dull ache of agony still more painful to him than his pounding skull. He numbly worked over the food in front of him, going through his morning routine like he had for so many years past. Beroan still waited patiently with his eyes hungry for information. "Yes," He finally answered, "It was someone I used to know, very well. A lover, from when I was much younger."

Beroan nodded slightly, his tail sweeping slowly over the floor. "What happened to them? How did you know them? What were they like?" He asked quickly, stumbling over his questions as they spilled out from him.

The look of pain in Ailmer's eyes instantly told him that the paltry explanation was all he was getting, and perhaps everything Beroan needed to know. His ear fins drooped slightly, the drake glancing down. Ailmer settled in place, slouching slightly as he stared off into some inscrutable distance. Beroan shuffled awkwardly, glancing up at Ailmer every so often. "I can't talk about it." He finally admitted as he returned back to himself from his fugue, "Not now. Maybe someday."

Beroan nodded slightly. His desire to learn still burned in his chest, but the view of Ailmer's deep sadness kept him from pushing more. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to know."

Ailmer nodded slightly, sighing slowly as he glanced over to the pan next to the fire. A few ashes flitted off the fire to land on the bubbling eggs. He paused for a moment, silently waiting until the food was finished. He pulled it out, plating it up for the pair. "Here. Don't let me rub off on you… Oh! I did pick up something for you from the trader. It'll be a good distraction." Ailmer said, forcing a slight smile on his face.

Beroan nodded, the dragon reaching up to carefully pull his larger serving from the counter as Ailmer quickly left the room. The door slammed behind him in his rush to get outside, nearly frightening Beroan's tenuous, thumb-less grip from the plate. The dragon blinked, glancing up as he settled his plate onto the table. He grumbled a bit, fighting with the seat some as he tried to figure out how the human could comfortably sit on the hard wood before simply scooting it back out of the way. He was plenty large enough to simply sit properly on the floor and still reach the table. His rumbling stomach reminded him that he was hungry, even after the worrying display from his friend, and so he began to eat, watching the door for Ailmer's return.

***

Ailmer slumped against the wall just outside of the kitchen door. He fought back tears as he tried to think through what might have been going through his damn fool mind. He bit down on his hand to keep himself placed, adding that short bit of self-inflicted pain to his similarly inflicted headache to help keep him from breaking down. Marlin, Marlin. The name brought back memories every time it passed his mind, some of them wonderful, which contrasted perfectly with the agonizingly painful ones to simply drive the aching wound inside of him even deeper.

It had been years since he'd heard someone else say the name. Usually, it was relegated to quiet, longing whispers in his study or directed at nothing in particular on the dark midnights when he knew he had no hope of sleeping.

Ailmer shook his head, pushing himself up off the wall to head slowly out toward the shed. He took his time, trying to bring himself back to center, trying to cheer himself up enough to be presentable to the naive young dragon. Ailmer sighed. He didn't deserve Beroan. Not after what had happened. Beroan didn't deserve to suffer through his moods and his thoughts. Beroan needed someone to protect him, not some broken down, depressed wreck. Ailmer had failed in that before.

Ailmer shook his head, closing his eyes as he pushed open the door to the house. He stepped outside, the bright warmth of the morning greeting him as he slowly opened his eyes, squinting through the morning sun's glare.

There. No, it couldn't be…

A blue silhouette stood on the corner of the mill's clearing. Just outside of the forest, in a gemstone sapphire blue that glittered in the light. It was another dragon, its scales glistening in the morning light. Ailmer gasped, slowly raising a hand towards the form, taking a few reverent, shaking steps towards the creature.

The dragon raised its head slowly, staring back to Ailmer with piercing eyes. The form was unmistakable to the human. His jaw trembled as he choked on his words, his eyes pleading, begging the drake to come towards him. The blue dragon stood stoically, his whole form shimmering in the light as he stared motionlessly.

Finally, the dragon looked down, turning his head. His body followed as he took the few steps towards the tree line. Ailmer let out a choked gasped, jogging towards the dragon, his hand still out. "No! No, come back!" He managed.

The blue dragon paused, slowly turning his head to look back over his shoulder at the pleading human. Then, like a handful of sand picked up by the wind, the dragon dissolved into the air. A gentle breeze picked up the dragon, particle by particle, dissolving him in front of Ailmer's eyes.

Ailmer dropped to his knees as his hallucination dissolved. "Please…Come back." He whispered, staring down at the ground in front of him.

***

Beroan glanced out the window, trying to figure out what was taking Ailmer so long. His food was nearly stone cold, and Beroan had long since finished his and gotten bored. He was weighing the option of following Ailmer out to make sure that he wasn't getting into any trouble before he noticed Ailmer exiting the mill's shed. His tail wagged as he watched him approach, the dragon glancing back to the plate on the counter. He hummed to himself thoughtfully, hopping back down to carefully push the plate back into the hearth, next to the fire, to start it warming again. His forepaws carefully worked to position the plate in at the right angle, his scales barely noting the heat from the flames.

Ailmer pushed the kitchen door open, carrying a small toy. He smiled at Beroan as he watched him mess with the plate in the fire, shaking his head slightly. He didn't deserve this. "You were asking me about gears the other day, and Fredril had this interesting knickknack."

Beroan nodded quickly. "Yeah, that is how the mill works, right?"

Ailmer nodded, glad for the conversation to take his mind off things for a few moments as he handed the device to Beroan. It was a small box, made of simple iron gears. They all interlocked, and there was a small handle on either side. Beroan weighed the device in his paws, looking over the varied, interlocking gears. "What is it?"

Ailmer chuckled, watching the dragon's eyes dart over the machine. "Just an example of gear ratio, what happens when you have bigger and smaller gears in line. If you turn that handle there…"

Beroan nodded quickly, reaching up to carefully trap the handle between two of his forepaw toes. He nearly dropped it with the first turn as even the slightest motion caused the whole thing to turn inside of its cage. The gears spun together, and the simple number of them tucked inside the small machine was enough to mesmerize the dragon with their motion. Ailmer couldn't help but laugh at himself as the dragon peered into the machine, carefully turning the handle forward and back to watch the gears mesh. "The other handle should make it turn faster with more effort from you. That's how the grindstone in the mill travels more than you or I would." He explained.

Beroan nodded quickly, carefully switching handles to test out the statement. When he felt the difference he was suddenly even more interested--it was a feat that amazed Ailmer almost as much as the toy did to the dragon. Beroan set the toy down on the table, holding it down with one paw as his other alternated the handles, his eye pressed as close to the whirring gears as he could get it. "Give me your secrets…." He rumbled to it.

Ailmer chortled, before suddenly starting to laugh. Beroan glanced up at the mirthful human, momentarily distracted from the toy in front of him. Ailmer waved him off, trying to say he wasn't laughing at him, as he stood to retrieve his breakfast. Beroan, content with that motion, returned to his careful examination of the bauble.

Ailmer smiled slightly, spending the morning eating his breakfast as he watched the dragon hungrily research the toy.

***

"Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?" Beroan rumbled.

Ailmer sighed softly, sitting back on his chair as he looked up from the book he'd been failing to read for the past half hour. He'd been feeling slightly better after some food, some tea, and watching Beroan examine the toy. He'd barely avoided pulling himself into seclusion in his study; though his maps were waiting for work, he didn't really feel up to confronting the silence or the work. The soft clicks and whirs of the device as Beroan worked out how the machine worked were much more calming than the familiar, oppressive silence in his study. "I'm not sure. It's…" He trailed off, shaking his head.

Beroan huffed slightly, settling the gear toy down on the floor. "You sure?" He asked, "It wouldn't help you feel better even if I were to…"

Beroan began, slinking over to the curious Ailmer. The human blinked slightly as the drake strode over to him before Beroan gave him a cheeky grin and pushed his face right into Ailmer's crotch. Ailmer yelped as the dragon's muzzle nimbly slid right between his legs. He nearly dropped his book, huffing slightly. "You're insufferable, Beroan…" He grumbled softly.

"That doesn't sound like a no." Beroan smirked up at him.

Ailmer sighed softly, though he couldn't help but chuckle. "Why would you think that would be the best option to cheer me up?"

Beroan glanced up at him, pulling his head back to peer up at Ailmer over the edge of this book. "Well, because it seems to make you plenty happy other times. And I'm horny."

Ailmer sighed, this time in mock exasperation, trying to suppress the grin splitting his face. He gave a slight grunt as Beroan nuzzled right back down into his crotch, however. "Damn sexy dragons. Stubborn, aren't you?"

Beroan grinned cheekily, though the surprisingly human-like expression was lost behind the book. "I know what I want." He answered simply.

Ailmer closed his eyes, smiling as he thought back. "I suppose that sort of simplicity is refreshing."

Beroan rumbled softly, giving a long, slow nuzzle into Ailmer's crotch. The human squirmed a bit, still doing his best to ignore the advances and stew in his depression, though the bulge developing against Beroan's warm cheek scales told a different story. "You humans always make things too complicated. Your royalty is decided in a huge showing instead of by simple tooth and claw, you posture and bluff for so long before mating, you attach so much weight to simple, pleasurable things. Sure, some things deserve the complexity. Your machines gain their usefulness from complexity, but you attach so much of it to simple pleasures in life."

Ailmer chuckled softly to himself, squirming slightly as he watched the dragon nuzzle warmly into his crotch. "Quite a speech to convince me of your intention."

Beroan smirked up at him, pressing his warm snout right into the human's crotch. "Well, then let me suck on your cock." He said.

Ailmer let out another huff of exasperation, reaching down to rub over the dragon's head. "Insufferable."

Beroan beamed up at him with an impish smirk on his face. Ailmer finally relented, his hand shifting down to start working himself out of his pants. "I suppose I won't be able to talk you out of this, drake?"

Beroan grinned, biting into his waistband with a grrf, tugging it down faster than the human was lazily attempting. "You don't want to." He observed.

Ailmer shook his head, helping the dragon to his prize as he tugged down his clothing quickly to keep the drake from ripping the fabric. "Damn dragons." He rumbled.

Beroan kept his mischievous smirk as he nuzzled right up under Ailmer's shaft. Ailmer huffed softly, squirming slightly to get comfortable as the horny dragon warmly nosed in against him. He squirmed gently before he gave a sudden gasp as the dragon's tongue slid out against his balls. That nimble, warm tongue wrapped around his sac, slowly slathering his sensitive pouch in attention. It was obvious that Beroan certainly enjoyed giving that bit of attention. His warm tongue softly rolled the human's stones in his sac, fondling slowly over that part of external anatomy the drake just didn't have the same exploratory fascination that he applied to everything else in life.

Ailmer bit his lip as Beroan's hot breath poured over his hips. He couldn't help himself; as sad as his mind was trying to force him to be, the youthful vigor of the drake below him wouldn't let him slip back into his memories. He panted softly, squirming gently as the dragon hit a particularly sensitive spot, his shaft drooling a warm drizzle of pre over the drake's snout.

Ailmer managed to put his book aside and wiggle back into his chair, though a paw on his thigh suddenly dragged him back down, putting his hips on the edge of his seat. He glanced over his throbbing cock at the dragon, noticing a particular mischievous glint in the dragon's eye that he knew entirely too well.

Before he could even ask what the drake was up to, that muzzle dipped down a bit more. His balls came to rest on the drake snout as Beroan's heated, slick tongue suddenly shoved itself into his rump. Ailmer managed a choked moan out, reaching down to grope for the dragon's horns as that tongue violated him, leaving the human gasping the same way his tongue had left the drake the day prior.

The dragon's tongue squirmed and worked much deeper into him than he'd managed with the dragon. The prehensile tongue squirmed and worked against the walls of his tunnel. Ailmer couldn't do anything but clench down around that slick muscle and throb. Precum drooled down his shaft as the dragon fed more and more of that tongue into him, pushing deep into his tight rump. He couldn't help but give a full body shudder as the dragon drug his tongue along his prostate, a motion that transformed into a shivering whine as the dragon noticed and worked several inches of his tongue down to that sensitive spot, peering up past Ailmer's cock to try to catch his eye as he teased his ass.

Ailmer couldn't help himself from shivering and panting warmly as the dragon worked his tongue deep inside of him. The drake seemed to take a devilish pleasure in slowly working that tongue back and forth, seeing the human lose all his composure in front of the dragon. Ailmer managed to control himself slightly, his breathing calming down and his struggling calming slightly as his body adjusted. It was only a temporary respite, of course, because as soon as the drake noticed that he was adjusting to it his effort redoubled and his tongue thrashed to touch another long-neglected spot inside of the human. "B-Beroan, 'Kith's flames…"

Beroan suddenly pulled his tongue back, glancing up curiously. "Yes?"

Ailmer let out a heavy huff and groan, slumping back into the chair. He'd not even realized that he'd had his hips lifted, the human panting hotly as he tried to recover from both the powerful sensation and the sudden vacancy that the dragon's retreat left. His tunnel was left clenching slightly as the suddenly cooler air, the dragon peering up at him. Ailmer finally managed a chuckle, shaking his head as he looked over the dragon past his throbbing cock, glistening pre dripping down it as the drake held his head slightly cocked, keeping his expression perfectly innocent and curious. "Damn dirty drake…"

Beroan tried to keep every hint of the mischievous smirk he was trying to suppress off his face, barely managing to hold the corners of his muzzle down. "Did you not like that? It seems like you did."

"No, no, it's just that…" He started, biting his lip as he was cut off.

As he'd begun to talk, Beroan had kept eye contact and that perfectly innocent, head cocked, expression while he'd leaned forward and let his talented tongue slide out of the side of his mouth. The hot tongue was in the process of coiling slowly around the human's shaft by the time he'd gotten his second word out, pulling Ailmer's arousal to bump against the dragon's lips. Ailmer squirmed a bit, groaning softly as he reached down to wrap his fingers around one of the dragon's horns. "Fine, naughty dragon, if that's the way this is going to be…"

Beroan let out a soft growl of pleasure as his horn was grabbed while Ailmer pushed his muzzle harder against that warm cock. Beroan huffed hotly, his tail wagging warmly as he nuzzled in against that shaft, his long tongue squeezing around the meat of that beefy cock. Ailmer huffed softly, trying to drive his muzzle in more, working that snout along his cock.

Beroan's tongue slid out even further, straining to wrap up as much of that shaft in undulating, squeezing tongue as he could. The taste of Ailmer's salty precum that had been coating his cock after the rimjob was lovely on his tongue as he slathered that cock in attention. He made sure to purr out throatily against that shaft as his tongue teased out more of that warm precum over his snout.

Ailmer moaned softly, squirming gently in his chair as he tried to let the dragon go at his own pace and simply enjoy the moment. His hand slowly stroked up and down the dragon's horn, feeling over that hard spur while his shaft basked in the attention of the dragon's soft tongue. "Mnf, flames, you're good with that tongue, Beroan."

Beroan answered with a deep purr and s a slow wind of his tongue up, wrapping Ailmer's tip in the wet, squeezing flesh. The human squirmed with a soft moan as he reflexively tried to grind up into that tongue's embrace. Beroan huffed softly, letting his breath pour over the very tip of Ailmer's shaft while his tongue squirmed and worked over the rest of his cock, sliding slowly over the human's strange cocktip.

Ailmer finally groaned, panting softly as he gripped the dragon's horn, pulling his back from that cock. Beroan hung on, his tongue pulling the human's cock straight before, with a displeased whine, it finally slipped free of his tongue, wetly bumping Ailmer's belly. "Don't worry, drake. I'm not stealing your toy." Ailmer panted, licking his lips as he watched a pearl of clear precum drool down over the dragon's muzzle before that long tongue slurped up over it.

Ailmer licked his lips, shifting his hips to point his cock closer to level with the dragon's muzzle before giving a few goading pulls on the drake's horn. Beroan purred warmly; he didn't need more than that little bit of goading to push himself forward, opening his muzzle to let Ailmer watch as the tip of his tongue coiled around his cock head before he dove forward, suddenly taking every bit of the human's shaft into his muzzle, even pushing his tip right into the drake's gulping throat. "Makith save me from this drake..." Aimer managed to moan out, "The fires of this horny dragon's passion rival even yours..."

Beroan chuckled softly as the human swore, raising a large forepaw to warmly rest it on the inside of the human's thigh. His tongue coiled around the human's shaft even while it was pressed into his gulping throat, the dragon taking the time to alternate huffs of pleasure through his snout and warm, long gulps over the human's drooling tip.

Ailmer couldn't help but whine as the dragon blew him so eagerly. The feel of that almost scalding-hot muzzle and the dragon's prehensile tongue made him shudder above the dragon, and the view of the dragon's toes rubbing and wiggling against his thigh next to the drake's devilishly innocent face wrapped all the way down to his crotch was wonderful. Paired, of course, with the sensations and the happy slurping sounds from the dragon's muzzle, Ailmer couldn't do much more than squirm. Finally, with a pant, he looked back down to the dragon, catching those sapphire-blue eyes... and a wink.

Ailmer let out a reflexive moan as the dragon kept eye contact, quickly pulling himself all the way back until Ailmer's glistening cockhead was pressed against the dragons' lips, coddled from the cold air by the dragon's tongue wrapped around his sensitive tip, before he dove forward, siding his cock all the way back to plant into the dragon's tight, gulping throat. Ailmer huffed, reaching up to hold tightly onto the dragon's other horn, keeping himself steady with those handholds.

Beroan managed to smirk warmly as Ailmer panted, gripping the drake's horns. His tail wagged slowly over the floor, his cock throbbing against his foot and the floorboards, making sure to keep eye contact and keep his innocent impression plastered as a veneer over his devilish face. Ailmer huffed and panted, trying to buck against the dragon's muzzle. However, the strong paw against his thigh kept his hips from moving, and though he still had the grip on the dragon's handlebars, the drake's thick neck made sure that he kept his slow bobbing constant over the needy human's shaft. "Damn, Beroan... Teasing, good-for-nothing dragon..." Ailmer growled.

Even if the statement hadn't been born in a frustration for the insufferable dragon's antics, there was not way Ailmer could have really meant it. Even if he had, the moan that the next bob forced out of his throat would have told the drake everything he needed to know about the human's frustrations. He relented, somewhat, and began to speed up, just slightly. His tongue squeezed down hard around the human's bucking cock, the dragon panting just a bit between gulps each time the human's cocktip entered his strong throat. "D-drake, I'm...." Ailmer just barely managed before his words were cut off with an eager moan.

Ailmer's whole body tensed up, still pinned tightly to his chair as the dragon made sure to stare, wide-eyed, directly up at him, gulping audibly as the first shot of cum shot into his throat right as he gulped. Ailmer tried his best, with a trembling grip, to hold the dragon's lips against his crotch, but the drake pulled back far too powerfully for the human to resist, the drake's tongue tip still coiled around the lower half of his cock - giving the dragon just enough room to leave his maw open as he took the rest of Ailmer's orgasm visibly into and over his maw.

Ailmer shuddered and moaned out, giving a chuckling whine as he watched his cum splash over the talented dragon's muzzle and tongue. He managed to stifle the sound by biting his lip as that tongue milked him dry, leaving him panting in the chair, slumped back, while that tongue kept squeezing over his shaft, hot seed dripping down over Beroan's green scales. Beroan gave a warm murr as the human finished off, lowering his lips again to take the human's shaft into his muzzle, sucking powerfully on it to 'clean' it off. He earned a playful push to the side of his head as Ailmer squirmed. "Mngh, sensitive... Give it a second, damn horny dragon."

Beroan chuckled, pausing for just a second... before giving a strong, powerful suck to that tip, pulling his head back to drag his coiled tongue all the way back up that throbbing cock while he pulled his head back. Ailmer gasped and pushed his head off again, trembling in the chair. "Makith's fires take you, dragon..."

Beroan grinned insolently, his tail sweeping the floor behind him as his cock throbbed over a hindpaw, that tongue coming out to lick cum off his cheeks. Ailmer panted, shaking his head with a chuckle as he tried to recover his breath. Beroan purred warmly, his tail wagging a bit as he rumbled softly, reaching down to fondle over his cock as he rolled onto his back, making a show of licking every bit of that seed from his face. Ailmer sat back in his chair, huffing softly as he recovered from his intense orgasm, a chagrined smile crossing his face as the drake fondled along his throbbing cock, drooling pre onto his bellyscales. "Let me guess, you need a hand with that?" Ailmer rumbled.

Beroan smiled at Ailmer, his tongue swiping another drip of cum from his cheek scales as he slowly fondled along his throbbing, pointed dick. "I suppose I wouldn't mind..." He purred, lazily.

Ailmer chuckled to himself, slowly shaking the last of his underwear off one ankle as he stood up, kneeling down beside the dragon. "I suppose it's the least I could do..." He rumbled softly, reaching up to grope warmly around the thick base of the dragon's cock.

Beroan huffed hotly, releasing his tip from the awkward grasp of his forepaw as Ailmer took over, sprawling himself over the floor with a soft purr. Ailmer chuckled softly, warmly fondling up along that thick cock in long slow strokes, gently working over the warm flesh. The drakes shaft was warm against his palm and fingers, the male flexing slightly to push his shaft up against the human's attentions. He warmly fondled up along the dragon's cock in a few long, warm strokes, before leaning in to gently lick the male's pointed tip. Beroan gave a happy rumble, arching forward to press his tip in a perfect mix of eagerness and laziness, against Ailmer's lips. "Mnh, that's nice..." Beroan rumbled, closing his eyes.

Ailmer chuckled slightly to himself, licking slowly over the dragon's pointed tip. His hand warmly fondled and stroked along the male's shaft, feeling how each bit of that big cock flexed and throbbed under his ministrations, a bit of a blush tinting his cheeks as the dragon gave a soft grunt and drooled a thick shot of precum against his lips, the slick, clear fluid dripping down his chin. "Productive today, aren't you?" He asked, before slipping the drake's arrowhead tip into his mouth, his hand still working along the thick dragon shaft.

Beroan moaned softy, his cock flexing warmly against the human's gentle attentions. With each throb he gave a warm drool of precum into the human's muzzle, his cock warmly pushing against Ailmer's groping hand. Ailmer replied with warm squeezes, his fingers working over the dragon's warm ridges, feeling over the rock-hard core of his arousal. "Rrf, I haven't cum all day." Beroan explained, slowly gyrating his hips up off the ground, lazily requesting more.

Ailmer chuckled, his tongue working warmly over the dragon's warm tip. He panted softly through his nose, his fingers fondling eagerly over the drake's throbbing cock, stroking slowly along the drake's cock as the reptile enjoyed the simple attentions.

It didn't take entirely too long. The dragon was overly aroused, thinking about what he'd just done to the human, with the taste of his cum and cock on his lips. He arched up softly into Ailmer's attention, giving a soft grunt as his tip drooled a larger stream of precum against the human's tongue. "Mnf, just a little more, Ail..." He rumbled happily, arching his hips up into those attentions.

Ailmer rumbled, smirking a bit as he decided to pay the dragon back for his work earlier in spades. He growled, enough to make the dragon glance up from his sprawl, right before he dove down, gulping powerfully over the drake's cock as he pushed it right into his throat. His fingers slid down, groping along the dragon's shaft, going far enough to even slip into his stuffed vent to fondle over the rarely-touched root there. Beroan let out a sudden whine, a large forepaw coming up to rub over Ailmer's back as he barely held himself back from humping into the sudden sensation; the fact that his position was awkward was possibly the only thing that saved Ailmer from having a horny dragon humping his face. Beroan shivered, groaning out as the human bobbed quickly, never letting the drake's tip escape his gulping throat.

It didn't take more than a few gulps for Beroan to hit his needy peak. He whined out, holding Ailmer's back with his warm paw, as he flexed, cumming hard into the human's mouth. Ailmer nearly choked as seed poured into his throat, the human pulling back as the dragon's cock throbbed against his palm. It wasn't quite the same eager facial as he'd given the dragon, but as hot, slick cum splashed over his face, the effect was quite the same. Seed dripped from his face down onto the dragon's bellyscales as he couldn't do much more than watch as that thick cock splashed seed over him, the dragon finally left panting as he finished his eager orgasm. Ailmer chuckled, licking his lips as he blushed a bit, slowly fondling up over Beroan's dick with his fingertips as the drake finished off. "Mmn..." Beroan rumbled, flopping back.

Ailmer huffed softly, teasing over the dragon's tip a bit to get a few squirms out of him before shifting position, moving a bit closer to the drake. "Beroan?"

"What is it, Ail?"

"One more thing...Help me clean this up?" Ailmer said, his voice softening, getting quieter through the sentence as he leaned in... until on the last work, his lips pressed against Beroan's.

The dragon blinked a bit as Ailmer's warm lips pressed against his. A bit of a blush tinted his earfins as he pressed back, nodding gently as they made out. Ailmer rumbled softly, stroking along Beroan's front as he pressed his tongue out between the dragon's lips. Beroan replied in kind, his slick tongue sliding over Ailmer's to share a deep kiss. The motion teased a bit of a blush from Ailmer as well as he tasted his seed on the drake's tongue. His hand slowly stroked up along the dragon's jawline as they made out, breathing slowly against each other.

They stayed like this for a few moments, making out with each other quietly. Ailmer's hand stroked slowly along Beroan's jawline, the dragon's tongue teasing gently over Ailmer's before the human pulled back slowly. Beroan smiled softly, sharing Ailmer's gentle smile before he began to lap at Ailmer's face. "Hey!" Ailmer rumbled.

Beroan blinked a bit, continuing to slurp over Ailmer's face. "Mnh, you wanted help cleaning, didn't you?"

Ailmer sighed a bit in mock exasperation as Beroan slurped every bit of seed off his face, the human chuckling softly as he stroked along the dragon's neck. Beroan, eventually satisfied, shifted to leaned down over himself, slurping his seed off his bellyscales and his softened cock with a warm rumble. Ailmer panted a bit, slowly standing to leave the dragon to clean, gathering up his clothing. "Mn, Thanks. I do feel quite a bit better, but there's still some work I need to do in my study."

Beroan chuckled to himself, nodding a bit as he slurped his tip clean. "Alright, Ail."

***

Ailmer retreated into his study relatively quickly after clothing himself again. Beroan couldn't figure out if it was his depression hitting him again, but he didn't seem to be too down. Hopefully, he was just getting a bit more energy in him, enough to work on his strange starmaps. Or his magic! Either way, it was only a half hour or so before the toy had yielded all of its secrets, at least that Beroan was going to figure out today, leaving him with the choice of sprawling out lazily or twiddling his claws. Sprawling was quite a serious pastime for dragons, but Beroan was even bored of it after a few minutes.

He found his way outside. It was a beautiful morning. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the day was nearly still with just the right amount of intermittent breeze to cool his scales of the bright sun. It was a perfect day for exploring.

The forest didn't seem to interest him today. It had been a bit since he'd run through the trees; since his encounter with the spiders, he supposed. Understandably, Beroan was hesitant to charge right back into the darkness of the tree line. The mill had few secrets left for the dragon as well. He supposed he could dig through the supplies that Ailmer had bought, but he assumed that Ailmer wouldn't appreciate coming out to see the cart ransacked.

However, there was one more direction he had yet to explore. The hard packed trail back into town had a perverse allure of the forbidden. He had had run-ins with humans before, but most of them tended to be nice. Most of them. Beroan squirmed a bit before his curiosity got the better of him. With a glance over his shoulder towards the mill, he bounded down the road towards Mossly.

***

The small town was so full of things. There were carts everywhere; Beroan counted at least three. The path down from the mill was, thankfully, cloaked in shade from the trees as it entered to the back of the town. Beroan had stepped out into the forest surrounding the path quite a while before he actually reached the town proper.

There weren't many people out and about along Mossly's main street.Though it was midmorning, there weren't many reasons to be out yet. Most had work to do, whether farming or artisan, and it was far too early to be social at the tavern. Smoke poured out of the smokestack of Reece's smithy, and Beroan's keen eyes spotted a dozing elder on one of the porches, a patchwork quilt keeping the chill of early fall breezes away. He took in the town from his vantage point in the shadows of the forest, eyes quickly darting from the colors painted over the buildings to the hinges of the doors as they swung open to accept intermittent travelers. Beroan squirmed in place as he stared with wonder at all the new things. Knickknacks placed on the rails of the porches caught his eye before his attention was quickly stolen by the bright colors of a flag twisting in the wind, showing off bright colors.

Beroan couldn't help himself. He was in the middle of telling himself that he was not going to head into the town before he found himself halfway there, slinking from the edge of the forest towards where the wood had been cleared for the town. His curiosity quickly got the better of him, though, the closer he got to the buildings. The strange way that the humans had planted their gardens in neat, orderly rows, to the way that the pigments that they slathered onto their wooden caves began to wear and flake, all of it strange and intensely interesting to the dragon.

He found himself drawn along as he looked over the first house he passed by; at least he had the sense not to stumble out onto the main street. He was amazed by the strange colors that the humans spread everywhere; as if their whole town were a patch of wildflowers, in bloom as vibrant as dragon scales even in the dead of winter. Beroan found himself stumbling through the small town, slack-jawed, as he took in every sight hungrily. The lanterns, though Ailmer had them, gave Beroan a particular interest in the way that the wick could burn without disappearing.

The staccato sound of sharp hammer blows caught Beroan's attention. He carefully snuck along the backside of the row of buildings lining the main street, following his ears towards the strange sounds of the working smith. Finally, he arrived at the strange building; a house, much like the others, though a large shed outside housing the source of the noise and the acrid scent of heated metal and burning coal. He made sure to give himself plenty of distance as he approached, enough to back almost into the tree line again. He found a spot to watch quickly, peering around one of the smaller trees in front of the line to see into the shed.

The smith was, thankfully, very involved in his work. Beroan watched intently, the draconic voyeur carefully watching the way that Reece worked the fires, stoking them with a strange contraption that blew air up through the huge hearth with a rush of sparks into the air. He drew out a long rod, quickly moving it over to an anvil to smash it with a hammer, slowly working the metal out as the glowing white worked itself back down to an orange and red before he shifted back to out it underneath the coal again.

So this was how the humans shaped metal to move the world around them Beroan watched with fascination as his eyes followed that glowing iron piece in its path from a fire that must be nearly as hot as drake flame to anvil and back again, each time the metal's form changed, twisting and shifting in response to the smith's expert blows. Beroan watched with amazement as the metal twisted and turned from a simple iron rod into what he recognized as another one of the ornate fence posts that surrounded the human's territory, with their twisted orbs on the wound poles. With a sudden hiss, the human dunked the piece into a bucket of water, pulling it back to hold it up to the light. Satisfied, or perhaps responding to a female voice calling from inside, he set it down across the anvil along with his thick leather apron to head inside.

The show over, Beroan found himself squirming anxiously from his hidden position in the trees just across the fence. He took a few moments, his heart beating in his chest, as he glanced around the house. The smith was nowhere to be seen, and after a few minutes of trepidatious waiting that served only to strengthen Beroan's curiosity, the dragon finally poked his muzzle out from the trees. A quick hop launched him, almost silently, over the short fence that marked out the human's territory. He watched the door carefully as he slunk back towards the shed, being careful to make no noise.

Finally, he was in the den of strange and interesting things. The racks of odd, handmade tools hung on crowded racks, and the scent of burnt metal was heavy on the air. The shed was swelteringly hot from the forge, the dragon carefully examining the strange workings of the forge. With a quick step on the bellows, he carefully watched how the leather webbing forced the fire to breathe, pushing a hotter blast of air into the shed. Beroan watched intently as the fire flared up, already working out in his head how the system delivered air to overheat the coal enough to soften the metal.

Beroan looked around a bit, reaching up to grab a cool rod of iron from one of the workbenches. He carefully slid the metal underneath the smoldering coal, pumping the bellow a few times to watch the metal heat carefully, glancing furtively over his shoulder towards the doorway as he 'worked'. He watched carefully as the metal slowly changed color, the dragon pumping the bellows until the steel glowed white. He carefully pulled it back, the dragon carefully reaching in to prod it with a claw. He could feel the heat coming off of it, but it was not quite as intense as his fires; it still made his claw ache as he pushed into the metal bar, the surface of the hot metal flaking off with the twisting underneath it as it cooled against the air.

A sudden slam from behind him made him jump. The bar landed in the dirt, quickly losing its brilliant hues, and Beroan had already sprinted back behind the shed by the time the door had opened halfway. His heart pounded in his chest as he heard the human step out, boots crunching on the sandy ground, heading back into the shed. "Huh, why's this….'Kiths fires, why is that still hot!" He swore.

Beroan squirmed a bit, pressed up against the opposite wall of the shed as he heard the human roar out in pain. He gave a slight whine, deciding it might be more prudent to head away from the smithy as he heard the smith stomp back up the stairs to the house, slamming the door behind him. Beroan winced as he snuck back away from the forge, carefully working his way back into the town.

He poked his muzzle around the corner of one of the buildings, glancing down the street. There was no one out on the main street, excepting the human under the quilt that was obviously asleep. His gut told him that this was a bad idea, but the more his eyes glanced over the buildings and all the strange things lining the porches, the more his curiosity took him over. With another furtive glance from side to side, he carefully stepped out, squirming slightly as his forepaw hit the hard-packed, forbidden road.

Beroan couldn't help but step out as soon as he'd broken that taboo. His eyes glanced over the strange clear panes that held bare glimpses into the inside of the homes in the towns. He spotted many of the same sorts of things that Ailmer had; the stoves had long since turned from mysteriously complex to familiarly banal, but each glimpse into the houses along the row revealed something new for the dragon to ponder. Strange contraptions, though none quite as complicated as the gears or the mill, caught Beroan's eye and his mind's flight.

He finally found himself in front of the small building that had all the toys stacked along the railings. He glanced around, still finding the street vacant. He glanced up, his earfins picking up voices from the inside of the building. A few steps brought him up onto the large porch after a creak from one of the steps forced the dragon to freeze in place before continuing, as if the slight groan of the wood was enough to bring the whole town crashing down around him. He took special care to walk softly the rest of the way onto the porch. His eyes were drawn to the colorful toys lining the railing of the porch. They all seemed different and homemade, one, in particular, catching the dragon's eye.

It was a colorfully painted model of a horse, the wood hewn with care from someone obviously not an artisan of the craft. The paint was applied with reckless abandon, bright primary pigments splashed haphazardly across the toy's form, smeared with the wild passion of a young artist. It sat unsteadily on the warped railing of the porch. Each light breeze threatened to drive the toy off as the horse sat on a simple set of wheels, an axle (a term Beroan prided himself on being able to recognize from Ailmer's lecture on carts) through both the front and back set of legs providing support for the paint splattered wheels, the colors worn off the hard-worked rims.

Beroan reached out, gingerly taking the small toy in his forepaws. He examined the way it rolled unsteadily across his forepaw as he pushed it with a few pats from his other paw. He smiled to himself, entranced by the way that the small horse's colors shared it's painter's passion, the smeared splotches of color showing just how much fun the child had in painting outside of the lines, in a way that he would never see on any of the toy's real kin.

He was distracted by the sound of voices filtering out from the building he had entirely forgotten was so close to him. His curiosity, again clouding his better judgment, drew him closer, the horse still in his grasp. Beroan carefully peeked over the windowsill, peering into the classroom.

A tall, thin woman in a long dress was dragging chalk over a black section of the wall. He could read some human writing, but much of the scribbling on the wall was indecipherable. He was relatively sure that many of the runes on the board were not letters, and much of the hatchlings in the class seemed to share his sentiment. She pulled up a handful of apples, gesturing to the board before laying them out on the desk to carefully scoot them around. It was obvious to the drake that she was counting differing amounts of them out, and he was busy trying to figure out the relation that they had with the scribbles on the board before he noticed the gaze of a bored child drifting towards the window, gazing out the glass.

Before he could react, he saw the child's expression change as he intruded on her daydream. She blinked slowly, trying to figure out what was looking back to her. They made eye contact, the hatchling's jaw dropping.

Suddenly, she screamed.

Beroan gasped, glancing up to see the teacher suddenly glance over to the window. "Dragon!" He heard, bellowed through the window.

He stepped back slowly, backing up with his tail nearly tucked between his legs until his hips bumped the porches railing, just in time for the roar to be echoed from someone exiting one of the other buildings, a short ways down the street. "Dragon! At the schoolhouse!" A deeper voice echoed the roar.

Beroan yelped, jumping bodily over the railing of the porch, scrabbling against the street as hostile faces slammed open doors, several more appearing with each moment; already brandishing whatever tool they had closest to hand. Several more yells replied to the first, transforming into a startled cacophony of yells as the townsfolk reacted to the sudden discovery of a drake in their midst, especially so near their hatchlings.

Beroan knew what was coming, and he took no time in trying to make his escape from the surprisingly quickly reacting mob. He sprinted back along the street towards the smaller path that led back to Ailmer's mill, keeping some amount of space from the mob that was charging after him.

***

Ailmer glanced up from the cart he was unloading as he heard the sound of Beroan sprinting up the path from town. His mind was too far in other places to put two and two together right away, but as the dragon leaped past him to hide behind him while he heard the shouting from the mob hot on his heels, he blinked a few times before he finally realized what happened. "Sikthil take you all…" He swore, under his breath, as he saw the first pitchfork-toting villager round the bend to charge towards the mill.

Now, usually Ailmer would have been amused by the visual of the dragon, who probably had about a hundred and fifty pounds on him, as well as a whole host of teeth and claws, along with some sort of magic, of course, hiding his bulk in an entirely ineffective manner behind his bipedal form. But, his amusement of the backward situation was tempered by the mob of his friends charging after him. He glanced back to the cowering dragon. "What did you do?" He growled.

"I was just looking around!" He protested.

Ailmer was glad that the mob started to slow down as they reached the fence and spotted the dragon hiding harmlessly behind him. That certainly didn't stop them, however, the charge continuing onto the yard as Ailmer braced himself against the incoming forces, settling into a trained stance. The mob stumbled as they approached their well-known miller. Ailmer recognized most of the faces in the crowd, with Reece and Sebastian leading the charge. The mob slowed, shedding its inertia as their leaders faltered, leaving them stopped a few feet in front of Ailmer. Sebastian took the lead, brandishing an actual sword, much in contrast to the other momentarily-repurposed tools that most of the townsfolk carried. "Ailmer…"

"What's going on, Sebastian?" Ailmer demanded.

Sebastian's expression hardened. "That dragon was in town. Thing's dangerous."

Ailmer nodded slowly, carefully looking over the rest of the mob. The cacophony had died down, leaving most of the townsfolk confused as their miller seemed to be defending this dragon. "He's harmless to you." Ailmer stated.

Sebastian glanced around the miller, towards the drake slowly stepping back from the large mob. "What? He's your… Pet or something?"

Ailmer shook his head. "I've never heard of a dragon allowing itself to be kept as a pet." He growled.

"I've heard that mages do." Sebastian replied, his eyes narrowing.

Ailmer's eyes slitted in reply to the barely-concealed accusation. "Sebastian, I'm no mage. I saved Beroan's life a while ago. He's been recovering under my care for the past few weeks."

Sebastian blinked, trying to puzzle through his own notions of what dragons were as Ailmer admitted Beroan to him. "Thing's a wild animal, Ailmer. We caught it around the schoolhouse. Aildra's blades, it could have gone right through the window."

Ailmer glanced back. "That true, Beroan?"

There were a few short mumbles running through the crowd of, "Is he talking to it?" before they were cut off by Beroan's meek reply. "I was just looking in! There was a woman drawing on the wall in there, I was just trying to figure out what it said."

"Bloodied blades, it can talk!" Sebastian yelled out, a sentiment shared with the rest of the mob.

Ailmer sighed, crossing his arms as he widened his stance slightly, looking out over the mumbling townsfolk. "Yes. Dragons really are quite a bit smarter than you give them credit for. As I said, he's no threat to you, unless of course, you decide to corner him, like any reasonable person would be."

Beroan nodded quickly behind Ailmer, poking his head slowly around the human defending him. "I-I'm really sorry. I should have introduced myself first."

Sebastian was still taken aback, trying to figure out what to do with his sword. A gasp sounded from the crowd as Ailmer reached down to rub over Beroan's head, scritching idly under a horn. "I was planning on bringing him to town myself soon, but I was afraid this…" He growled, looking around at the milling mob, "Was going to happen."

Sebastian nodded slightly, but both his veins and the hearts of the mob behind him were still running with leftover animosity from their sudden, adrenaline-filled charge. They milled around a bit, trying to decide what to do as they looked towards Sebastian for their answer. Sebastian squirmed, suddenly caught between a strange place. "That thing's still dangerous."

Ailmer growled. "Less dangerous than you are with that thing. I wouldn't lie to you about this, I love this town as much as anyone. If he were that dangerous, I wouldn't have dragged him back in the first place." He explained, before leaning in slowly to whisper to Sebastian, "I didn't want to pull this, but both you and he owe me, the same way."

Sebastian growled, still trying to work through his emotions. His lips tightened as he attempted to work through his emotions. "I couldn't leave him there, same as Auilria."

Sebastian frowned, though he backed off slightly. "You know where to hit where it hurts, don't you?"

Ailmer scowled, "You're the one trying to murder my friend."

Sebastian bit his lip, turning his head to the side as he took a slow breath. He stepped back again, his motion dissolving the last bit of inertia that the mob still clung onto, leaving them milling awkwardly as simple townsfolk in his yard. Ailmer sighed slowly, still keeping himself puffed up between the townsfolk and Beroan. "Here, go back to town. I'll bring him around once all of you have cooled off a bit and we can do a proper introduction."

Sebastian nodded dumbly, unable to make eye contact with the miller as he stepped back, heading defeatedly back through the crowd. The townsfolk rumbled, slowly starting to break up and head back away from the mill awkwardly, mumbling to each other as they tried to process the display.

It took a few minutes for them all to wander back towards the town, separating into smaller groups to discuss the strange happenings. Ailmer squirmed as he kept up his posturing until a few moments after the last person had disappeared around the bend, simply collapsing down onto the grass, panting slightly. "Makith's burning coat, Beroan. What were you thinking?"

Beroan yelped as the human suddenly lost his composure and fell, though as he propped himself back up to let the dragon know it was intentional, his worry dissipated slightly. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to look around."

Ailmer sighed, nodding a bit. "I guess you have been cooped up at the mill here for quite a while. I should have warned you, though. I'm glad nobody got hurt."

Beroan nodded slightly. "They could have killed you, you know." He said, solemnly.

Ailmer sighed, watching the bend. "Yeah. They could have killed you too."

They both fell into silence. Beroan's dealt mainly with his embarrassment of forcing the situation onto Ailmer through his callous decisions. Ailmer's silence, however, was due to seeing the nightmare of having the angry townsfolk charging up to his mill come to fruition. Now that the moment was over and he'd managed to resolve the situation, he had plenty of time to worry about how badly his reputation might have been damaged. "Think they'll be OK?" Beroan asked.

Ailmer nodded, "They'll calm down after a bit. I hit Sebastian below the belt, though, he's going to be sour for a few days. The town will talk, but I'm sure there once they actually meet you there'll be no lasting damage." He reassured Beroan, though the words were meant for himself more than the drake.

Beroan nodded slightly, glancing back down along the path to the town. "Oh…" Beroan rumbled to himself.

Ailmer glanced back to see what the dragon had spotted, his eyes falling on the colorful toy resting on the dragon's palm. Ailmer chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You're going to have to give that back, you know."

***

"Are you alright, Ail?" Beroan asked.

Ailmer smiled softly at the dragon's abbreviation to his name. They were back inside the mill, and Ailmer had been struggling to get into one of the new books he'd picked up during Fredril's visit. He'd been more than excited about it, but he couldn't seem to focus on it due to his thoughts about the debacle earlier today. "Yeah. A little stressed, I suppose."

Beroan nodded quickly, sprawled out over the floor lazily. "I see…" He said, before glancing up at the human mischievously.

Ailmer missed the glance, simply looking up as the dragon rolled to his feet to pad out of the room. Ailmer settled back into his chair, trying to work through his book on the history of Galast's royal line, though the words didn't seem to flow as easily as they usually did.

He was suddenly interrupted by a loud crash from the bedroom. He jumped from his seat before Beroan's yelp even registered in his head, rushing towards the bedroom. "Beroan, what happened?" He asked even before he'd rounded the corner.

Beroan replied with an embarrassed chuckle. A few glances around the room allowed Ailmer to put two and two together. The dragon had been messing around with the rope they'd brought in from the mill, and in his eagerness, he'd managed to knock Ailmer's lockbox off the shelf while somehow getting himself very well tangled in the hemp. "Well, well, well." Ailmer rumbled with a grin as the dragon squirmed, trapped on the bed.

Beroan blushed slightly. "I, uh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking I could get the rope down and, it caught on the box there. Then I got scared, and…" He explained, tugging a bit at the rope.

Ailmer shook his head, picking up the box to set it back up on the shelf. "I see." He said, turning to look at the dragon, his arms crossed.

"So… Could I get a hand?" Beroan asked, squirming a bit on the bed.

Ailmer grinned. "Do you really want one?"

Beroan blushed through his earfins, another squirm telling Ailmer everything he needed to know. Ailmer licked his lips slowly as he stepped forward, slowly stroking up along one of the drake's bound hind legs to fondle right down that thigh. The dragon squirmed, trying to weakly kick back at the human as those fingers ran down the warm insides of his leg, fondling all the way down to his warmer crotch scales. "Ail… That's not quite helping…"

"Not really." Ailmer agreed.

Beroan had to stifle a short moan as Ailmer's fingers worked down over his warm vents, teasing a squirm out as the dragon struggled weakly against the rope. The drake let out a mock growl as those fingers fondled slowly over his fast-warming vents, the dragon panting hotly as Ailmer teased along his swelling male vent. With another short kick against the rope, ineffectually pushing against the coiled rope, the dragon huffed out hotly. "You really aren't interested in helping me out of this, are you, Ail?" he asked, a bit more meekly than he would have liked.

Ailmer grinned, palming slowly over that vent to tease out a moan from the drake as his cocktip pressed into the human's palm. "No, not really." He replied.

Beroan let out a soft huff that turned into a slight whine as his shaft pressed into the human's teasing fingers. The drake squirmed, his shaft pushing up eagerly as Ailmer's soft fingers worked over his quickly erecting shaft. Ailmer's palm worked slowly along his throbbing cock, massaging expertly over that thick drake rod until the dragon was fully erect and panting softly. Finally, Ailmer pulled his hand back, licking his lips as he looked over the tangled dragon, reaching up to slowly rub over one of the drake's footpaws. "What to do with you…." He rumbled.

Beroan gasped softly as he felt the human's fingers rub slowly over his sensitive hindpaw pads. The plush, black pads were quite warm to the human's touch, and it was quite obvious from the first rub that Beroan more than enjoyed attention to those big paws. The drake let out a slight shiver and mewl of stifled pleasure as Ailmer's fingers played slowly across his warm footpads and scrunching toes, the dragon forced to bite his lip to try to stifle some of his bound squirming. Ailmer's eyes lit up as he instantly spotted the sudden reaction, reaching up to warmly grab the dragon's other foot, too. "You like that, dragon?"

Beroan huffed insolently, squirming softly as his toes scrunched tightly, grabbing a few of Ailmer's fingers with his soft toepads. "N-no…" He barely managed, giving a little gasp.

Ailmer chuckled to himself, slowly pressing a set of his fingers into the biggest pad of the bound dragon's footpaw to press in and slowly spread them apart. Beroan whined loudly, giving a full-body shudder under the human, his cock straining against the air. Precum dripped off the male's tip almost instantly, stringing down to his bellyscales in a glistening, pearlescent strand. Ailmer grinned widely, his fingers starting to rub warmly into the squirming dragon's footpaws, feeling carefully over those soft, obviously sensitive pads. Beroan couldn't do much more than whimper and squirm, his toes splaying out and scrunching automatically to mirror his body's squirming. "A-Ail…." Beroan managed to pant out before another moan cut him off.

He'd managed to glance over to the human as he slid his fingers between the dragon's toes, the drake flexing them to warmly squeeze the human's fingers before he caught Ailmer's eye… just before the human's tongue dragged slowly along his footpaw. Beroan couldn't help a breathy whine from escaping him as his toes clenched as hard as they could against the human's fingers. Ailmer grinned as he finished that lick with a warm kiss to the ball of the drake's foot, leaving the dragon squirming under him. Beroan huffed hotly, squirming and tugging against the ropes as he was played over. "Mn, you seem to like that, don't you?" Ailmer asked, his other hand reaching down to slowly undo his pants.

Beroan huffed hotly, nodding slightly as his toes rhythmically clenched down on Ailmer's fingers. "It feels rather- Ah! Shards, Ail…" He whined out.

Ailmer glanced up, his tongue already halfway across the dragon's sole. Beroan simply whined out and squirmed again, spreading his big toes out between the human's finger. Ailmer grinned as he worked over those pads again, his pants finally falling to his knees on the bed. His shaft was already at full attention, simply from having the dragon squirm beneath him, something that certainly didn't stop as he fondled over the drake's toes while he teased his tip up along the base of the drake's tail. Beroan let out a hot huff as he felt the male's tip tease along his sensitive scales. "Your help isn't very appropriate, Ail…." He huffed out, interrupting himself with a little whimper.

Ailmer grinned, giving a soft pant as he gently guided his tip against the dragon's warm tailvent, teasing it down with a pair of spread fingers holding the top of the drake's vent. "Mn, isn't it, though?" He purred.

Beroan simply gave a hot whimper, his body tensing a bit as the human's warm tip started to press into his tight vent. His toes splayed and scrunched continually, as he pulled against the unyielding tangle of rope holding him tightly under the human, trying to force those fingers away from his sensitive pawpads. Ailmer wouldn't let him, those splaying and clenching toes getting more attention as they tried to wiggle out of the way as Ailmer leaned in to impudently push his throbbing shaft into the drake's warm body. Beroan huffed hotly, his shaft flexing in the air, drooling messily over his bellyscales as he couldn't do much more than strain against the rope that simply gave him an excuse to pretend he wasn't loving every second of his sudden embarrassment.

Ailmer groaned out warmly as he shifted from his rubbing of the dragon's hindpaws to a simple grip over the drake's warm sole as he slowly pushed himself into that inviting tail. His cock sunk into the male's tight rump, the dragon giving a luxurious squirm as he panted, his tunnel clenching warmly around the invader. Ailmer bit his lip, unable to prevent a huff from escaping his lungs as he sunk into the drake. His cock throbbed eagerly as he worked himself into that tight rump, the drake so much warmer than the cool air outside.

Beroan's toes clenched down warmly against the hand hanging onto his foot, the dragon trying to arch himself back as Ailmer slowly sunk into him. He squirmed slowly on the floor, the dragon panting and working himself against the tangle of rope as he attempted to sink the human further into his tight tailvent. His cock pulsed above his bellyscales, the beefy member flexing warmly as it drooled warm precum over his belly and the rope lying there.

Ailmer grunted, reaching down with his other hand to press his fingers against the base of his shaft, pressing gently down on it to push harder against the walls of the drake's rump. He hissed softly through his teeth as his cock throbbed while his fingers bumped up against the dragon's warm, stretched slit. Beroan let out a shivering gasp as the human drug his tip over his prostate, trying to push his forelegs out, though they were tightly held to his front, his wiggling doing nothing more than to secure the impromptu knots even more tightly against him.

Ailmer grinned up at the dragon, the pair forgoing their usual talk as they both knew what the other wanted. A whine from the dragon accompanied an arch of his hips, grinding his tailvent against Ailmer's crotch. The human replied with a grind of his own, enjoying the feeling of his shaft throbbing inside the dragon underneath him as he ground back against the male's vent. He held onto the feeling for a few more seconds, just enough to make Beroan more and more eager for the next part, before he slowly pulled himself back until the base of his cockhead tugged on the drake's clenching vent.

The pair gave soft moans in unison as Ailmer drove himself back into the dragon. They were left shivering against each other as he hilted again, but Ailmer held onto that for only a few moments before pulling back to start up a real rhythm, humping himself deep into that dragon with every thrust. Beroan was unable to do anything but throb and squirm, giving small noises of please each time Ailmer drove his cock deep into him. Ailmer, for all his practiced composure, was not faring too much better. His voice replied with small noises of pleasure, echoing Beroan's teased moans.

Ailmer kept working the dragon like this for quite a while. His slow thrusts gave Beroan plenty of time to enjoy each one. Beroan, though he was greedy and more than eager to get his tail filled, managed to enjoy the change of pace from the usual reaming to savor each and every thrust from the human, paying attention to the small things he usually missed. Things like the feeling of the human's warm balls pressing up against the warm scales surrounding his vent as Ailmer bottomed out inside of him and the feeling of the human's shaft pulling up under it's own strength to really grind over the bottom of his tunnel and the soft, hot spot of his prostate, all contributed to the messy dragon's shaft drooling out warm drips of precum onto his belly.

Ailmer huffed hotly, groaning gently as he finally reached up with his free hand to wrap his fingers around Beroan's thick cock. He fondled over the male's arrowhead tip, taking his time to explore the dragon's rock-hard dick as he slowly thrust in and out of his tight vent. His fingers traced down Beroan's rapidly-thickening dragon dick, fondling over each of the male's three lateral ridges before reaching the dragon's swollen base where his shaft really spread out into a beefy base. Beroan huffed hotly, his toes clenching as he squirmed slightly, before Ailmer teased a hot yelp out of the drake as he pressed a few fingertips down past that base into the male's overstuffed vent. Beroan whined softly, his cock flexing against Ailmer's fingers as they fondled inside the swelteringly hot vent, the stretched lips already seemingly overstuffed by the drake's cock.

Ailmer decided to grant mercy, especially as he felt the dragon's throbbing began to lose its steady rhythm as his fingers played inside his hot vent. He slowly pulled his fingertips free, feeling the drake relax under him as he did, to simply wrap his hand around the drake's thick cock base. He was rather well endowed, as Ailmer would expect any dragon to be. Ailmer could just barely wrap his fingers all the way around the thickest part of Beroan's base, squeezing warmly around it before he began to pump his cock in time with his accelerating thrusts.

They both moaned at the same time as Ailmer's thrusts began to speed up. There was only a certain amount of teasing they could endure, and though Ailmer's upper limit was infuriatingly high compared to Beroan's greedy limit, there was only so much that Ailmer could handle as well.

Ailmer started to hump eagerly into the drake below him, giving a slight grind of his hips each time he bottomed out in the dragon's vent. Beroan was only able to squirm and buck back, his cock throbbing eagerly in Ailmer's grip. The dragon's toes squeezed eagerly down onto Ailmer's steading hand, the dragon biting onto his lip as he tried to hold himself back.

Ailmer knew the drake wouldn't be able to, his sudden pounding there to ensure that he wouldn't be too far behind. With a whine and a shuddering gasp, Ailmer finally felt Beroan's shaft flex in his palm. The dragon arched his hips up, bucking into Ailmer's hand as he pumped a massive orgasm over his front. Seed splashed from his tip with each pulse, dripping over the tangle of rope over top of him and drooling down his bellyscales.

With the dragon's orgasm, Ailmer was close behind him. The drake's tailvent clenched down powerfully around Ailmer's shaft with each body-racking pulse of the dragon's climax. Ailmer shivered a bit as that tunnel closed tightly around his cock as he thrust in, unable to hold himself back. He growled out eagerly, his fingers groping over the dragon's foot to steady himself as he ground himself as deep into the drake as he could, pouring his own orgasm into the bound dragon.

Ailmer huffed and groaned as he shot his load deep into the dragon, Beroan replied with whines between his eager pants as his orgasm splashed over his front. He huffed hotly, dropping his hips almost as soon as his orgasm was over, pulling Ailmer's shaft halfway out of his rump on the human's last shot. Ailmer left himself panting, his hand slipping from Beroan's throbbing base to steady himself against his hips, panting as his shaft flexed in Beroan's tailvent as the dragon's reflexively squeezing tunnel milked every last bit of cum from the human.

Finally, Ailmer groaned and pulled himself all the way out of the drake. The pair were left panting, Ailmer's hand warmly kneading into the dragon's sole as the drake finally relaxed, sprawling as much as he could in the tangle of rope over the bed. Ailmer slumped over him, gently rubbing over those wiggling toes as he let his cock flop over the dragon's cum-slick tailvent, his tip bumping up against the warm base of the drake's softening cock. "Mn, I suppose I ought to actually help you out of that mess now. How did you even manage that? I coiled the rope up pretty well when I brought it in." Ailmer asked.

Beroan blushed softly, rumbling to himself before he replied, his warm toes scrunching against Ailmer's rubbing hand. "Would it surprise you if I said it was a little bit on purpose?"

Ailmer chortled, a grin spreading across his face. "Not at all."