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Rolf knew it was the end for him. He was strong and experienced outdoorsman, the best of his tribe, but the storm had not relented even for a day. The constant hail of snow and freezing cold had slowly sapped away first his supplies and then his strength when those ran out. He had been stuck in the mountains for over a week now on an icy plain with little shelter, the passes leading down either snowed in or too treacherous to cross. His hope had been to climb higher and go around the peaks, but the fierce stormwinds had forced him back time and time again. Then, on his final try he had slipped on a patch of ice and fallen into a rocky gorge where he now laid half-buried in snow. His frame was stocky and his limbs muscular, but hurt and without equipment he could see no way out in his weakened state. A sense of peace had taken over him, partly from the inevitability of his passing and partly from the hypothermia, as the cold slowly but surely seeped in and bled the pain out of his limbs. As he laid there waiting he realized how tranquil it was around him, as the gap on the ground shielded him from the wind's howling claws and provided the first moment of quiet in weeks. In the silence he followed the gentle falling of snowflakes on his bare chest where they now refused to melt. His breath billowed weakly, blowing a faint memory of warmth in the air, the wisp of a soul departing. Soon, he thought as he closed his eyes and fell asleep for the last time...

The rough feeling of stone against his his bare back and the dull ache throughout his limbs greeted Rolf as he slowly stirred back to consciousness. His head swam with confusion as he found himself not feasting with his forefathers, but some other place that was warm and slightly dank. His heavy eyelids refused to open, and he began to struggle slightly to sit up. A firm pressure on his chest pushed him back against the stone floor, and a deep voice spoke from above him.

"Do not get up. You are wounded."

He tried to swat away the hand, but his limbs felt weak and useless like those of a newborn kitten. He thudded the ground with his head in frustration and groaned weakly. He, the mighty warrior, reduced to an infirm dependant. Better off dead! He pried open his eyes groggily, but could only see blurry light and little else. The thing on his chest slowly let up it's pressure, and the voice above him let out a soft chuckle.

"It is good to see you awake. Do not be frightened, little one; I shall not hurt you. I have done my best to heal your wounds, but there was little I could do while you were still unconscious."

Rolf could not recognize the voice--it was deep and powerful, like that of a braying bull, but with clear intonation and refinement more befitting some soft spoken preacher. Who a among his people did have a voice like that? No one!

"My name is Abraxas. What is yours, human?"

Rolf half moaned half wheezed, and tried to struggle to prop himself up on his elbows. With some coaxing his groaning muscles followed his will, snapping and crackling like old leather. Even a small effort like that developed a thin sheen of sweat on him. Shameful!

'"W-water...", he whispered between his cracked lips.

The thing on his chest pushed him back to the floor easily and the voice let out a soft, rumbling sigh.

"I told you not to get up. Stay here and rest; I shall return in a moment with some water."

The pressure on his chest was taken away, and Rolf heard whoever the other was shuffle away with a strange gait--sounding more like a four-legged beast than a man. When they returned Rolf felt something sharp tap his jaw, and the voice spoke again.

"Ohen urrr 'outh."

Rolf complied slowly, and water began to pour in a steady trickle from above into his opened mouth. It was slightly warm and had a faint aftertaste to it, but it was better than nothing. He choked and spattered, but managed to get most of it in. Rivulets of water ran in the coarse stubble of his cheeks and jaw and ended up on his hairy chest. He ached all over his body, every muscle complaining from being brought back to the land of living. He was grimy and unwashed, the sweat permeating his skin hitting his nose with its stink. He wore nothing but a tanned leather kilt and boots, his cloak of warm bearskin long since disappeared in the wilds. With his eyes closed Rolf drew in careful, measured breaths to avoid the sharp jolts of pain riddling his chest and rested. With his calm became the startling realization that he now owed his life to this stranger, a heavy obligation among his people.

"How?", he croaked, his voice reedy but gruff.

"Mmm. I was taking my morning flight and caught sight of you in the gorge a ways from here as I passed overhead. Not an easy feat; you were almost buried. You were fortunate I happened to pass when I did, otherwise you would have been completely lost."

Something warm and slimy traced over his chin and chest, picking up the water that had not gone down his throat. The slimy thing continued to trace over Rolf's chest between the other's words, and warm air washed over his body in a steady pulse.

"Now that you are awake, please allow me to bathe you."

The wet warmness traced around Rolf's nipples, causing the warrior to flush slightly, then it traced up into his sweaty armpits running over the hot, smelly flesh again and again.

"Mmm."

Was that a... moan of pleasure? The sudden intimacy made Rolf fluster--the person attending to him was clearly male in the most potent meaning of the word, yet his caresses had almost female gracefulness to them. While he was used to bathing with other men and washing their backs, there was an entirely different tone to this one--a hungry, thirsty desire for something more!

The slimy thing moved to run over his stomach, reaching dangerously close to the edge of his kilt. It poked into his navel, running around and around the sweaty, grimy interior, and Rolf could not mistake the sound the other made this time as anything but enjoyment.

"Stop it", he resisted weakly, trying to rise from the floor and push his assailant away. "That's enough!"

If the mysterious stranger continued he might not be able to resist becoming aroused...

It pulled away hesitantly, and Rolf could hear the slight panting in the other's voice as he--Abraxas--spoke once more.

"Forgive me, but I will need you to remove your clothes. Your wounds must be washed, human. Can you manage it, or...?"

Rolf cracked open his eyes and focused his swimming vision on the cuts and bruises that flowered across his hide, acquired when he tumbled down the icy cliff. His body fat and muscle had shielded his innards from the worst of it, but his skin was torn and gashed like a tattered rag. On his knees, palms, all over his arms and legs were dark red wounds with blackened blood and dirt, and he knew how easily an infection could take away a limb if left untreated. He raised his eyes from examining the damage he had received and confronted his rescuer--The Beast!

A great dragon loomed over him, his head resting near his stomach. His cobalt scales caught the light as his tail slowly waved in the air behind him. His body, built and powerful, rested on the floor of the cavern in relaxed repose, though Rolf knew he could move with the swiftness of lightning if he decided to end his kind charade. The beast looked up at him with his intelligent golden eyes and raised his brow as he examined the human.

"Well...?"

Without warning the dragon's head moved forwards to poke his snout against the warrior's stomach, almost playfully, leaving Rolf eye-level with two great forward curving horns that crowned the beast's head. A vision of those sharp, bony protrusions twisting into his gut flashed through the warrior's mind in that very moment!

Rolf tried to grasp his sword to defend himself but it was long gone. This wicked creature, to slay it would guarantee the safety of his people and his entry into the legends… and its blood an eternal youth to him, as the stranger had prophesied to him on that fateful night he had set out to journey to the mountains. He scrambled backwards like a frightened crab but found only cold, hard cave wall behind him. Pressing against it he panted, wide-eyed and veins running hot. If he was stronger he could have tried to wrestle that head, but right now… useless. He cursed his weakened state!

The great beast stepped back, bending low to the ground as a sign of submission.

"Peace, human. As I said, I will not harm you."

The dragon took a single step forward, still staying low to the ground, his huge battering ram-like head nearly brushing the rocky floor. The dragon gazed up at the warrior, measuring him calmly.

Rolph kept his guard up even though it took all the strength he could muster.

"Try me, and you find me a tough meal, beast!"

He growled while looking for an escape but there was none to be seen. He was at the far end of a large cavern, lit by some unseen source. The air inside was warm and dry, but it carried a subterranean flavor to it, completely unlike the crisp snowy smell of the peaks. And underneath it… the musty stench of the great beast that made the place its lair.

The dragon shook his head, an exasperated snort escaping his nostril in a blast of hot, smoky air.

"Please, just think for a moment. Why would I rescue you from your fate, nurse you back to health, only to end you and waste three moons of care and effort?"

Rolf was stunned. "Th-three moons?"

"Indeed, human. Nearly to the fourth when you awoke."

"It's a trick", Rolf said, but was not so sure of it anymore.

He relaxed a bit and eyed the creature suspiciously. He was huge and strong but had sleekness of a predator to it, his thick armor of blue scales scintillating as he moved like a trout flashing in water. His step was graceful and sure, like that of an overgrown cat, and he held his head in a haughty position even when bending his body low. His paws were wide and ended in fierce claws, easily the size of a dagger and just as sharp. Even in his precarious position Rolf could not but admire the beast for its majestic presence, feeling like a man watching an avalanche closing in rapidly.

The dragon padded forward another step, his voice low and soothing.

"It is no trick, human. I swear it upon my pride as a dragon. I have had ample time to end you, had I the mind to, yet I have down my best to bring you back to health."

The dragon took another step, and then another, watching the human carefully as he approached. Rolf swallowed and weighed his options.

"I am no chieftain's son, beast, and you shall find me a poor hostage. Slay me now or let me go, for you will not gain what you had hoped from me!"

The dragon stopped an arm's length from the human, slowly settling onto his belly; close enough for conversation, but still allowing the human to retain his space. He let out another soft, annoyed sigh as it gazed at Rolf.

"I have no mind to keep you against your will, either. But you are still wounded. Leave now, if you can; I will not stop you. But I will bring you back and nurse you to health once more when you collapse in the snow--or we could stop this squabbling, and you can leave once you have regained your strength."

Rolf could not argue with that despite wanting to. He struggled to ease his breathing and calm himself down, only if to deceive the beast how weak he really was.

"Why save me? A mighty beast like yourself nursing like a milkmaid would demean itself!"

The dragon let out another sigh, this one seeming almost forlorn, and looked away from the human.

"In truth, I do not know. Call it a whim, I suppose. It has been many, many moons since I have seen a human, and many more since I have seen another like myself."

The dragon snorted, shaking his head.

"But that is neither here nor there. My reasons matter not; the fact remains that I chose to save you."

With that Rolf made his mind.

"Do what you must, then."

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The earlier washing--which must have been the dragon's tongue he now realized--had dissolved some of the scabbed blood and grime off Rolf's body, and now rivulets of red coppery stench were starting to run across his sides and arms. He settled down, carefully, and set his limbs apart from each other to allow for better access. He breathed heavily, from the pain and the expectation of the creature's disgusting touch. He did not bother to suppress his shudder when he heard the beast shift its weight.

"Very well. Though..."

The beast looked over the human's form for a bit, shifting his hind legs and patting his tail against the stone floor.

"It would be helpful if you could... remove your garments."

The dragon shifted closer once more, his breath passing through his nose in long, deep inhalations.

"No!"

Rolf clutched his waistband, suddenly flushing like a fresh maiden at the thought of appearing naked before the dragon. What nonsense was this!? He should be angry, or frightened, not ashamed!

"I must bathe your wounds, human, and your garments are in the way of allowing me to do so. I cannot allow you to remain so dirty while you are wounded."

The dragon moved his head slightly closer, giving the human a deep sniff.

"And... I did not wish to embarrass you, but you do... smell... as well."

If Rolf didn't know any better, he would swear he could see a bit of color show on the scales of the beast's snout as it sniffed him again.

"F-fine...but don't look!", Rolf stammered, flustered and lost.

He had no understanding why he reacted to the magnificent beast like this, his breath burning on his skin like a lover's blush... He got up in a sitting position and turned his back to the dragon before starting to fumble with his belt. He kicked off his well worn boots and wiggled out of his kilt, his bare buttocks scraping the rough cavern floor, then turned around and laid prone again but cupping his both hands around his manhood. He could not look at the huge masculine beast because this time he was truly frightened what kind of reaction he might have, his wide chest heaving and his chiseled abs working to contain all the conflicting emotions fighting inside him as he waited.

Abraxas let his eyes to roam lazily over the human's form once again despite the warrior's words. His gaze settled between the human's legs, focusing on the human's hands... or perhaps trying to catch a glimpse of what they hid. Then he shook his head, having been lost in his thoughts, and moved forwards to brush his snout against the human's left foot. Rolf clenched, the toes wiggling slightly as the dragon inhaled his stench.

"It occurs to me that you never offered me your name."

Abraxas looked up at into the human's eyes, pressing and rubbing his snout more firmly against the sole of the human's foot. Rolf clenched his buttocks as this strange creature nuzzled him like an affectionate feline, and offered only a noncommittal myeah as a response. The dragon was playing games with him, he thought, and Rolf did not intend to give it any more information to work with. If Abraxas wanted his cooperation it would need to force it out of him!

Abraxas shrugged the great wings on his back.

"Very well human. Suit yourself."

He opened his great maw, and flicked out his tongue to give the sole of the warrior's foot a long, slow lick. He began lapping at it, his slimy tongue running all over Rolf's heel, the arch and ball of his foot, even the sweaty, stench-and-grime filled clefts between his wiggling toes. The dragon breathed out low moans as his tongue ran over and between the human's toes, wrapping around them and cleaning them of more than three moons of accumulated sweat and foot grime.

Abraxas did not leave an inch untouched with his eagerly questing tongue, and did not seem to mind the barbarian's salty and earthy taste nor his stench. In fact, his tail began to sway behind himself, and Rolf could almost swear that the beast was... enjoying this. The dragon pulled away from Rolf's left foot, glancing the human briefly before repeating the entire process with the right one. Rolf hesitated.

"Th-there's no wounds there..?"

The dragon spoke in between lapping at the human's foot.

"Indeed, there are not. But as I said, I cannot allow you to remain so filthy while you are injured."

He began licking his way up the human's legs, paying special attention to the abrasions in his flesh. He dragged his tongue against them, firmly enough to clean them of grime and dried blood but gently enough to avoid tearing open the scabs.

Abraxas's muscular tongue wrapping itself against Rolf's feet felt sensuous, almost like a lover's touch, and Rolf found himself panting, waiting to be touched by that rough appendage slick with drool. The dragon's maw hovering so close to his vulnerable body was exhilarating, a rush unlike any other he had ever experienced. Even half-opened it was terrifying, putting even a crocodile to shame with its thick jaw and massive, jutting carnivore teeth. The tongue was easily the width of his hand and much warmer than a human's touch, red and purple tendril suitable for scraping meat off bones but now tending his lower legs and thighs with surprising tenderness. The dragon left long streaks of drool in its wake, sticky and stinking of the beast itself--a rich animal smell, predatory, feral, but also strangely alluring...

The dragon worked slowly his way up Rolf's legs, eyes occasionally darting to where the human covered himself. This time the human could not miss the heat burning beneath the beast's scales as he spoke, his voice low and slightly raspy.

"I... will need to bathe all of you..."

His snout brushed against one of Rolf's hands, and the two looked into each other's eyes for a long, tense moment.

"Uh, um, I'm not dirty down there!"

Rolf clenched harder around his crotch, now against a growing pressure from within...

Abraxas pressed his snout more firmly against the human's hand, taking a deep sniff of the scent that wafted from between his grasping fingers.

“I can smell you, little one."

The beast's voice was soft, his words implying many things. The dragon dropped his gaze as the color beneath his scales grew slightly brighter, and his tongue darted out to give the human's hand a short, gentle lick.

"There is no need to be ashamed..."

"N-no! I am not like that!"

Rolf blushed furiously, and rolled on his stomach to shield his sensitive spot, exposing his round, muscular buttocks. His back was well developed, a ridge of muscles on the both sides of the groove his spine made. His shoulders were massive, sculpted by hard work and crisscrossed with cuts fresh and old.

"Very well, little one. We can leave that for later. For now..."

Abraxas's snout ran up and down the cleft of the warrior's ass, and he did not bother to hide his moans as it took in Rolf's scent. He pushed forward to sniff the human's sweaty taint, and then ran his tongue up in a long, slow lick. The dragon's voice grew slightly teasing as he muttered to himself.

“'Not like that', yet he does so well presenting himself..."

His tongue lapped over Rolf's asscheeks in turn, and then ran up and down the cleft between them, pushing itself in firmly and insistently. Rolf froze as the taut muscle invaded his asscrack, tasting his most private scent. The barbarian's unwashed flesh tasted of bitter salt and piss, mingled with the musky cock aroma of a man in his prime, healthy and virile. He let out a muffled moan and bucked his waist, offering himself wide open and to be used at the dragon's pleasure, his tight passage defenseless and presented without shame. The dragon's tongue finally brushed against the human's tight, musky, dirty pucker. It ran around the clenched rim once then lapped over it. The taste that filled Abraxas' mouth was earthy, vinegary, and slightly bitter, yet he seemed to enjoy it just as much as the the other tastes from the human's body.

"N-no, not there..."

Rolf mumbled as he bucked his ass upwards and grasped his cheeks with both hands, pulling them apart for better access. His entry unclenched at the dragon's persistent attentions, gaping as wide as a man's middle finger, exposing his bright pink innards. Rolf bit his teeth together and closed his eyes tightly, streams of tears flowing from them along his nose--of relief, of release, a long buried desires surfacing in a wave of emotion.

"Mmm, seems like you're more 'like that' than I thought."

A teasing, slightly cruel edge entered Abraxas' voice as he put more pressure on the slowly relaxing hole. The tip of his tongue pushed through the warrior's defences, plunging deep into his bitter, earthy, tasty insides. The dragon lapped all over the warrior's inner walls, moaning and sighing as the human clenched around his appendage. He worked his tongue in and out of that gripping passage, brushing over something inside that made Rolf's hips buck and stars flash behind his eyes as the slimy, wriggling intruder worked itself deeper into his bowels, stretching and filling him behind anything he had ever imagined.

Rolf huffed and panted, his member grown turgid from the dragonic invader. He kept repeating 'please' over and over again in the throes of these unimaginable sensations. His hole ached, stretched well beyond what it was used to, but the pleasure he felt from the invasion was overpowering. His legs started to shook as he neared a trembling release... And suddenly the dragon was out of him. Abraxas finally relented, the length of his tongue grinding against Rolf's insides as he withdrew slowly with a lewd slurp. The tip pushed against that knot inside the human one last time, and then popped out of Rolf's gaping hole to run soothing laps around its rim. The dragon pulled away and licked his lips with a satisfied rumble, clawed forepaws kneading the ground as he gazed down at the panting, gasping human.

"In truth, it seems you are not so unpleasant a meal after all", he said with a soft chuckle.

He reached out and batted at the human's side gently, turning him onto his back. Rolf did not resist this time. He laid on the ground spread eagled, chest heaving and entire body flushed from arousal, his dark brown nipples rock hard on his ballooning pectoral muscles, and little rivulets of sweat running along his abs. His member betrayed his desires, shamelessly erect like some fleshy totem pole. He was well equipped, even for a man of his considerable size. His uncut cock curved gently upwards, thick and veiny, its purple tip glistened with barbarian's precum with his hood rolled behind it in a fleshy rumple. He had a bushy thicket of light brown pubic hair growing in a seamless patch upwards his stomach, the hair greasy and unwashed for weeks, trapping his musk within. Below it hung his perky pair of testicles, the size of eggs and held taut in his snug pouch.

Rolf lifted his hips up in the air, presenting his manhood for the scrutiny of Abraxas.

"I, I meant to slay you, drink your blood. Forgive me, oh please... Please touch me..."

The dragon rumbled in approval, his eyes examining every inch of the human's package.

"Shh, shh little one. You are forgiven."

Abraxas slowly pressed his snout against the human's ball sack, hefting them slightly as he inhaled their stench. He moaned and sighed openly, nuzzling and sniffing every inch of the human's musky crotch. Sweat, musk, piss, and cum, Abraxas smelled all of that and more on the human as his snout brushed through the thick forest of Rolf's pubic hair and over his sweaty, turgid flesh. Rolf gasped as a goddamn dragon pushed his snout in his crotch like some overgrown pet. Abraxas sniffed along the human's cock, the stale, greasy scent of smegma growing stronger as it approached his tip leaking clear goo.

"Mmm..."

He looked into the human's eyes, tongue hanging out of his panting maw, the tip so close to touching Rolf's cock...

"Please, human, won't you tell me your name?"

Rolf felt like he could not breathe, the feelings of dread and joy too vast for his chest to contain. He cried, profusely now, hot warm tears of joy and shame and relief, of everything he had ever been afraid of being suddenly washed away by this unbearably sexy, majestic creature, the supreme unpassable lover.

"R-rolf, I'm Rolf your highness! Please my lord, do it, do it to me..."

"Shh, none of that, Rolf."

The dragon slowly dragged its tongue up the human's aching member, his forepaws grasping Rolf's legs as he began lapping the shaft from ball sack to hood.

"Just Abraxas."

Rolf could feel the dragon's beautiful weight over him as Abraxas loomed there, filling his field of vision with its unfiltered magnificence. He was powerful, potent, smelling of rich sexual prowess. If he wanted he could destroy Rolf with a flick of his wrist, yet he found pleasure in serving him with passion, using his body to excite Rolf's, such an unbearable bliss...

Abraxas slowly ran his tongue around the cockhead, digging into the foreskin and cleaning it of his pungent taste. Then his hot, wet tongue wrapped around the shaft in a tight embrace, stroking it with amazing dexterity. Abraxas' tongue moved faster and faster, squeezing Rolf's member at regular intervals. The human had never felt anything like this, the feeling of his own hand paling in comparison to the heat and tightness of the dragon's tongue. The feeling of the lord dragon Abraxas searching under his foreskin had made Rolf almost come, but the shame of his unwashed cock staining that noble beast's tongue kept him in his place. The strokes that followed made Rolf buck needily into the air, as if to impregnate this coiled serpent wrapping itself around him, to shoot his load into his new master's waiting mouth--but even then such thoughts felt too much, too lewd for the likes of him compared to the absolute royalty deigning to pay attention to his needs.

"Puh-please, I'm too filthy for you oh master..."

The sound of spit and precum leaking from his shaft and onto his balls slapped noisily in the wide cavern, the tongue making squirting noises every time it went over his tip.

"Filthy?"

The dragon paused stroking him to speak, his voice warm and loving.

"You are not too filthy for me, Rolf. In fact, I enjoy your filth on my tongue. I wish to taste more, everything you have for me. Please..."

Abraxas's voice heightened into a whine as he resumed licking and slurping Rolf's cock, eager to bring him to completion.

"Y-yes my lord!"

Rolf dared to put his hand on the dragon's snout. It was smooth and hard, a bony protrusion covered in scales strong as steel armor but to him it felt like a tender and caring thing. On both sides were the dragon's wide nostrils, black holes where air from its lungs gusted forth, warm billows of dragon-scented wind washing over Rolf's entire body. He started making thrusting motions with an increasing pace, to make himself come to please his owner and free it from its demeaning position. He wanted to do whatever the beast demanded, comply to its whims to the best of his ability if only to gain an approving look from it. He wanted Abraxas, to be the jewel of its hoard, a prized possession... His balls swelled, thick with pent up cum ready to launch. Not much would be needed, the mighty barbarian had found his conqueror taking him to the brink of release...

"Come for me, Rolf."

Abraxas' gaze was gentle and loving as he stared into the human's eyes.

With that Rolf could not resist any longer. He felt semen welling up inside him and shoot from his hard cock, spurting long jets of thick, white strands of sticky sperm on the dragon's tongue and face, the warm gooey mess crisscrossing across his snout. Rolf yelled wordlessly as he came, an earth-shattering orgasm leaving him drained and helpless. He kept cumming, shaking as he did, his pearly man cum bubbling from his mushrooming tip, dribbling down in lumps down his shaft until he was finally spent, his spasming balls keeping shooting up blanks even afterwards. Abraxas sighed with joy as the human painted his snout with his thick, potent seed, and pointed Rolf's cock into his wide open mouth. He took everything the human had, his tongue slowly pumping that throbbing cock to milk it of every drop.

Rolf panted, sweaty and helpless like newborn kitten, his cock producing filmy bubbles, as he was not able to come up with anything more, even for his dragonic lover. As his orgasm slowly subsided, Abraxas slowly released the human's aching, spent member. He licked himself clean, tongue running all over his snout to clean it of the warrior's delicious cream. Abraxas gave Rolf's cock a few more licks to clean any cum he had missed, and then slowly lapped his way up Rolf's stomach and chest. The dragon nuzzled the human lovingly, his tongue running over Rolf's tear stained face soothingly.

"Shh, Rolf. I am here."

His tongue trailed over the human's lips, and then slowly pushed through to explore Rolf's mouth and share the tastes it had collected from the human--his human. He nuzzled the human once again, letting out a deep sigh of contentment as he laid his head gently on the humans waist. Warm, happy rumbles vibrated in his throat, shaking though Rolf's tired body.

"So, little one...what is this about slaying me and drinking my blood?"

Rolf held back tears when the immense sadness struck him and constricted his throat. No way on earth he could even think of doing such a thing anymore! His shoulders shook as he choked and swallowed his sobs, hugging the dragon's head tightly.

"Mercy...forgive my foolishness..."

He wanted to never let go, yet he was afraid the dragon would toss him aside in disgust now.

The dragon let out a soothing rumble, nuzzling into the humans embrace.

"I already have, little one. Please do not cry."

He pulled his head away, but only to nuzzle Rolf's cheeks and brush away his tears.

"I am merely curious. Is that why you were lost out in the snow?"

Rolf felt better hearing that.

"Ah. Yes. Maybe. I don't know, anymore."

He caressed the hard ridge of the dragon's snout, smooth warm bone feeling like gemstones under his fingers. The thought of his seed swimming down the dragon's throat and into his gullet excited him.

"Maybe I was looking for myself, in the end."

He looked Abraxas in the eyes.

"Instead I found you."

"Perhaps I was doing the same..."

The dragon wrapped his neck around the human in a firm, loving embrace. "And I am glad that I found you."

They dozed off together, warm and cuddly while the snowstorm kept raging outside, cutting them off the rest of the world...

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