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Rolf sighed and stared into the crackling fire, pulling the furred cloak tighter around his bare body. Smoke from cheerily burning pine branches rose in a faint wisp along the cathedral-like cavern's high walls, trailing between the venerable stalactites hanging from the gently sloping roof and disappearing from the large opening at its apex. Some snow drifted in lazily in the distance, but being shielded from the winds Rolf did not feel cold. Abraxas had been a generous host to the human, allowing him to claim a corner of the dragon's cave for himself. The floor was covered in smooth sand, a memento of an ancient river passing by long ago, and the dragon had provided furnishings from its hoard--pelts, carved walrus tusks, embroidered silk cushions and fragrant high-backed wooden chairs from the exotic south--a gesture that made Rolf feel vaguely ill at ease. It was well known that dragons were far more gracious at receiving gifts than giving them. Nevertheless, a week had passed since the human found himself being tended to by the beast and he had grown strong again, his wounds quickly healing under Abraxas's ministrations. He found himself idly thinking of leaving from time to time and returning to his clan. However...

The human turned slightly to watch the beast, laying on his side a short way from him, just on the edge of the campfire. Rolf owed his life to Abraxas; the dragon had rescued him from certain death, and his honor demanded that his debt to his savior be repaid. Rolf flushed slightly as he recalled their first day together, when the dragon had tended to his wounds and... other things. The dragon had continued taking care of every one of Rolf's needs, feeding him, bathing him, tending to him carefully and without complaint. They had fallen into a sort of routine, slowly growing used to each other as the days passed. Rolf found himself craving the dragon's presence, wanting to stay with the beast in this strange new life he had been given. But there was something that still troubled the human. As he gazed at the mighty creature that laid nearby, Rolf cleared his throat and spoke, hesitantly.

"Master Abraxas," he started, but then stopped. The dozing dragon lifted his massive head and cracked open one of his scaled eyelids. If he was a human he would have raised an eybrow, Rolf felt, but the high bony ridges that crested his head did not budge. Abraxas huffed from his nostrils, a blast of dry, smoky whale breath. Rolf continued. "You have been good to me, far beyond what I deserve. I am grateful, and I see something troubling you--tell me, have I dismayed you in any way?" He felt sudden tension at the pit of his stomach for speaking so bluntly to the great beast.

The dragon let out a slightly exasperated sigh, chuckling softly as he turned his head to face the human. "What have I said time and again, little one? You've no need to call me 'master'. Just Abraxas will suffice." Abraxas lowered his head to rest it on his foreleg and gazed at Rolf.

"And you need not worry, Rolf. You have done nothing to anger or dismay me." The dragon lowered his eyes, and Rolf could hear it whispering softly, "Quite the opposite, in fact."

"Yet you seem restless, Abraxas the Just. Is it time you want me to leave your halls, after being feasted on your hospitality for so long?" Rolf looked at the charred remains of a boar which they had shared earlier.

"No!" The dragon lowered his head again, seemingly shamed by his sudden outburst. "No, Rolf. You may stay as long as you like."

Rolf felt up the bearskin he had draped over his shoulders, luxurious and warm. It, as the heavy golden wreath necklace glinting among his chest hair had been gifts from the dragon. Abraxas winced, shifted his hind legs and tapped his tail against the floor.

"I am... happy to have you here. And I am fine, little one. Do not worry about me." The dragon eyed the pendant hanging on the human's broad chest, and its smile grew significantly less forced. He gave Rolf a reassuring grin.

A grinning dragon was one of the least assuring things in existence, but Rolf was not taken aback. He trusted his savior but could tell that the dragon was hiding something from him. He scuttled his butt next to him, and motioned Abraxas to rest his head on his lap. The huge creature's jaw was as wide as his thighs, and studded with ferocious spikes, but Abraxas positioned himself carefully into Rolf's embrace without hurting him. Abraxas pretended to snooze as Rolf stroked his snout and the sensitive spot right between the nostrils, and scratched the top of the head covered in bony plates. "Abraxas...you told me you haven't been with your kind in many moons. Is that making you restless?"

The dragon stiffened for a moment. When he spoke the words came carefully and hesitantly. "It is not that, exactly... I know of other dragons, and...meet them, but I have grown used to living in solitude. Having another in my cave, especially one as wonderful as you, Rolf..." One of Abraxas's eyes opened to stare into Rolf's. "Is a pleasure that I am not familiar with. Now that you are here, I find that I am...restless."

The dragon huffed, annoyed at his inability to give words to the emotions awakened by Rolf's presence.

"...You mean aroused?" The barbarian smiled at the massive thing being suddenly so coy, after he had already known him in the most intimate way possible.

Color deepened on the scales on Abraxas's snout, and the dragon dropped his gaze once more. His silence said more than any of his words had so far.

"Were it possible I would gladly service you, oh Abraxas, but I do not believe I would survive making love like a husband and wife." The barbarian was still amused by the blushing dragon, and gave him a quick peck on the tip of his snout, where his sensitive heat detecting organ laid.

The dragon pulled his head away, letting out a soft, barely-audible whine. "I know this, Rolf... but it matters not. I am perfectly fine with servicing your needs; your presence alone is recompense enough." Abraxas's hind end shifted once more, grinding against the soft sand beneath them as the dragon winced.

Rolf slid his hand along the dragon's neck, its scales like interlocking armor plates warm under his touch. He was a majestic creature, rippling with muscle, radiating power barely contained under the luxurious hide. He was single most erotic being Rolf had ever encountered or even dreamed about, and he could feel his own fire starting to flare in his loins. "Truly, oh dragon? You seem ill at ease on your belly, would you turn on your back for more comfort?" He could not resist smiling and chuckling at Abraxas's discomfort.

Abraxas let out another whine at the human's touch and shifted his body. The dragon hung his head, shy as a maiden as he rolled over to expose the swollen slit between his hind legs. A blast of heady, pungent musk accompanied its reveal, filling Rolf's nose with the potent scent of male dragon... Although it was accompanied by the sharper stench of an unwashed body, so similar to the sweat and filth that accumulated beneath the folds of the human's foreskin. The dragon's forepaws rested on his built chest, while he spread his hind legs as he presented himself to Rolf. "Please..." The dragon began panting softly as he gazed down at Rolf, eyes filled with a need he had kept hidden for so long time.

Rolf slid next to the dragon's bulk to explore the exposed underbelly. The scales there were wider and larger, and much paler in color. Abraxas's pectoral muscles were massive, round bulging hillocks of taut muscle, bundles of coiled steel joining his chest to his forepaws now uselessly held limp like those a playful puppy's. His stomach was smooth like polished ivory, and as Rolf ran his hands along it he could feel the heat welling up inside. The nearer the legs he got the more urgent Abraxas's panting became, until finally he reached the protruding spot between his legs. Even the lightest touch there was enough to make the dragon hold his breath, tensed in frozen time. Rolf passed two slits on his way to the base of the tail, where he made his sitting place, straddling the thick appendage like an unbroken colt, squeezing it tightly between his thighs. His muscular buttocks could feel the pulse of the dragon's mighty heart, its veins running close to skin in this spot.

"It does appear to me that my presence is more than a recompense to you, oh dragon." He smirked.

Abraxas's head swam as he gazed down at the human resting on his tail, positioned so close to his aching, needy slits. He tried to clear his mind of the wild, feral lust pulsing within, fueled by long days and restless nights without the touch of another being, nor even his own. The dragon's tongue darted out over his snout as he blushed, sniffing the air to take in his own scent. "Y-yes... What you do to me, little one..." His words caught in his throat as his hips jerked, bucking Rolf slightly. Both of the dragon's slits twitched, even the touch of the cool cavern air nearly too much against the hot, flushed flesh.

Rolf could not resist the temptation to grind his ass against the dragon's tail, enjoying feeling something thick between his legs. He leaned in and rested his big hands against Abraxas's knees, pushing against them and spreading his hind legs even wider. He was pinning a dragon to the ground, a feat never heard of--only the manner he accomplished that was unorthodox and not fitting for the family friendly legends.

"Indeed, what to do to you, what to do..." Rolf pondered the sight of the dragon's arousal, unfamiliar yet undeniably exciting. "Perhaps I should start here...?" He moved his hand to caress the slit closest to him.

Abraxas gasped at the human's touch. "Yesss..." he hissed, eyes clenching shut slightly. The dragon's tail arched up to rub against Rolf's back, silently begging the human to continue. The slit opened with a smacking sound when Rolf stretched its sides apart with his fingers, revealing the dragon's tightly puckered anus. The hot, greasy flesh winked as it was revealed, filling the air with an earthy, musty aroma of the dragon's ass mixed with a sharper smell that was acrid and slightly rank. The dragon hung its head, the color under his scales returning as he smelled the stench of his own musk. "Forgive me, Rolf. I had no need to care for myself before your arrival, and I have been busy attending to your own...needs since."

The barbarian sat silently while the tail stopped rubbing against him and its tip hid under the dragon's bulk in embarrassment. He came to his decision swiftly "You attended to me without complaint. Neither shall I, then."

Rolf moved backwards for a better position, his own hardening manhood pressing against the stiff reptilian tail as he slid down on it. He hovered his rough, stubbled face over the dragon's stinky gape, letting its many aromas wash over him. The bitter carnivore stench made his nose wrinkle and he had to swallow down a few times his chocking breath before getting more used to it. There was rich aftertaste to the beast's stink, clinging to the back of his throat and nostrils, full and heady maleness exuding from the dragon's anal glands. Rolf gathered spit in his mouth and released the drool in a long strand, the clear liquid pooling on the dragon's quivering pucker for a moment before draining inside his bowels.

"Ohhh..." The beast groaned and sighed, tongue lolling at the sensations coming from his hind slit. "Oh, little one...and you say that I am too good for you..." The beast's tail returned, rubbing over Rolf's back and stroking his head. "If you wish to tend to me, little one, then please...continue." A slight growl entered the dragon's voice, the words seeming more a command than a request. The pressure of Abraxas' tail against the back of Rolf's head became firm and insistent, pushing the human's face closer to the stinking, dirty flesh of the dragon's asshole. Rolf kneaded the pink flesh with his thumbs, massaging the pucker, coaxing it to open slightly. The flash of smells released from there made him hesitate and strain against the persistent tail egging him on--the dragon's aroma was now reeking, sulfurous fumes of the beast's strange metabolism singing in his nostrils. Rolf swept aside his loincloth to reveal his well erect, thick member, and without further encouragement grinded it on Abraxas's vulnerable entrance. His purplish cockhead rolled against and around the dragon's anus, toying with that muscular ring of flesh, always on the brink of entering but never hitting the bull's eye. Rolf's hips moved like those of an exotic dancer, coying and teasing his lover with promises he was in no hurry to fulfill...

The dragon growled again, his eyes flashing with lust. "Do not toy with me, human..." The voice that reached Rolf's ears was rough and raspy, so different from Abraxas's usual soft, even tone. "I have waited too long for this." Abraxas's agile tail wrapped around Rolf's waist and jerked him forward, making the human's cock sink balls deep into the hot, gripping flesh in one motion. Abraxas roared as he was penetrated, using his tail to move Rolf backwards and forwards within, eagerly fucking himself with the human's hard, thick cock, panting and gasping as his upper slit began to part.

Rolf fought against the dragon manhandling him at first, but he was completely overpowered. His hard cock sliding inside his dragonic master, an another male felt overwhelming, the forbidden taste making his blood course faster and cheeks fluster. The dragon fucked himself roughly, his tender insides getting reamed with such ferocity that he could not have been experiencing merely pleasure--and indeed his grunts echoed winces across its face, the jolts of sensations mixing and melting together as they raced across the spine from his hind quarters to his brain. To be taken, hard, after such a long while excited the beast's animals instincts of rutting and fighting, and he was losing the distinction between the two. Rolf joined in on the wild ride, and soon needed no guidance from the tail but slammed against Abraxas's thighs with gusto, throwing his weight behind every thrust making wet, slapping sounds. Each heave made Abraxas flinch and squirm his hot tight asshole, clamping around Rolf's throbbing member like a living vice. The dragon's shaft peeked out of its slit, then crawled out of its hiding place languidly, arriving fashionably late and sure of its charm. The monstrous thing was deep purple in color, knotted and twisting like an old root, adorned with spines on its underside from the tip to the base--and covered in off-white, greasy substance. Even as it appeared it had pushed out flaky, crumbly cock cheese out of the slit ahead it, and now fully exposed it revealed how the dragon's sheath had been filled to the brim with yellowish smegma, the member stewing unused in the cock juices and grease like a fat maggot. The stench was intense, rancid, like over-ripe lard left to simmer over a humid summer's day. Thick sheets of dragon butter peeled away as Abraxas shook from the fucking, landing on his stomach like rank kisses.

The dragon let out a cruel chuckle at the expression on Rolf's face as he regarded the throbbing, stinking flesh rising before him. "Yes, little one... oh, what you do to me..." The dragon's tail untangled itself from around Rolf's body, releasing it's tight grip and started to push the human's head forward once more. "You will tend to my every need, will you not...?"

Rolf gulped, then nodded. He gasped as his face was pushed against Abraxas' filthy cock, feeling the racing pulse of the dragon's blood as his nose was filled with the acrid, spicy aroma. Thick, creamy smegma smeared against his stubbled cheeks, staining them with Abraxas' heady stench and filth. The dragon rumbled in encouragement, his tailtip stroking through Rolf's sweaty hair. "Why do you not start with cleaning me, little one?"

Rolf grasped the member with both hands, his fingers barely able to reach around it. The waxy cock grease crumbled in his hands, lubricating the feral cock much better than any other substance imaginable. Smelly mounds of ripe precum and sweat squeezed between Rolf's fingers, permeating them with a stench he did not mind--the overpowering musk brewed inside the dragon's cock holster for months was driving him mad with lust. Rolf's legs trembled from his barely contained passion, his own erection pitiable compared to the dragon's might that was the size of his entire forearm and easily as muscular. He made jerking motions with his hands, slick grime making shlucking sounds as it melted and pooled around his fingers. Without thinking about it Rolf licked it, savoring the deep, rich aroma, rubbed big handfuls of it on his cheeks, chest, belly, mixing it with his matted body hair. He slipped his hand down into the dragon's slit for the juicy morsels still hiding inside its hot body, and was rewarded with ripe yellow cock snot. Panting, trembling he drew back his own foreskin and smeared the reptilian stank on his cockhead and under its rim, giving them a thick coating before rolling his hood back in place. The dragonic essence tingled against his flesh and under his skin.

Abraxas watched this all with eager eyes, licking his lips. "Yes, good little human..." He thrust against Rolf's gripping and probing hands, rumbling and sighing as the human cleaned his cock, and his tail resumed its insistent pushing, pressing Rolf's lips against the dirty flesh. Thick, slimy precum began to leak from the dragon's piss slit, moistening the rank cock filth Rolf had not reached yet.

Rolf ate hungrily, gulping down as much as he could of the thick rod, the mere tip enough to fill his mouth. He sucked and licked all the juices flowing from it, smegma, precum, and old piss, rank on his tongue and nostrils. He had lost control of himself, now only wanting to be washed with the dragon's essence, to smell taste feel like it, to be marinated in his lover's aroma, have his flesh take in the power of Abraxas's muscular fuck piece. He moaned as he gulped down the dragonic slop, his belly filling with the spicy brew served to him so lavishly. Abraxas moaned and groaned, thrusting itself into Rolf's hot, eager mouth.

"So good... so eager..." The dragon's words devolved into growls and whimpers as he grew closer to the edge of release, his internal testicles aching to finally spend their load that had been brewing inside for so long.

Rolf tongued the opening on Abraxas's blunt cockhead and slipped it inside his mouth, making the dragon tremble and growl with pleasure. He pulled out and looked over his shoulder, only one glance between the master and his pet telling enough what they both wanted. Rolf slid his hands over the massive member and grasped it behind its tip, bending it downwards, arching it in a beautiful curve of fleshy magnificence, the entire shaft throbbing and pulsing from being put to unusual strain. He fumbled with his own aching cock, still glistening with foul juices from railing the dragon's ass, and slowly grinded the dragon's with his own, the slick, turgid cockheads slipping and sliding past each other. Carefully he guided his along a groove on the dragon's dick, and with some effort inserted first the tip, then more of his slick fuck piece, stretching out the dragon's swollen cock flesh. Abraxas roared as pain-pleasure shot up the his spine, caught between pulling away and eagerly thrusting forward for more. Rolf's cock stretched and filled Abraxas in ways the dragon had never felt before, and he could do nothing but writhe and drool beneath his human's attentions.

Getting more courage Rolf entered the dragon further, until his member was inside the other creature's penis to the hilt. The sensation of the impossibly tight fuckhole squeezing his dick was almost too much to bear, as it pulsed and suck around him like a needy animal. He gave a couple of tentative thrusts to his dragon, making him thrash his head and squeal, his legs kicking the air in the throes of the unbearably sweet torture he was experiencing. Abraxas's precum welled up behind Rolf's cockhead and squirted out in pressure streaks every time he pushed down. Rolf picked up pace, panting, sweating, feeling dizzy from the fumes and the sensations filling his mind, knowing he could not last long before his release.

"Haah, haa, I'm going to, I'm going to..." he panted, "I'm going to come in your cock pussy..."

Abraxas growled in acknowledgment, panting harshly as he gazed up at the human with his slitted eyes. "I, too, am close... Please, fill me, Rolf! So long... need... want... please!" The dragon's words tripped over themselves, coming out in desperate babbling as his mind sank beneath the waves of its lust.

Rolf groaned, a long wail from the bottom of his stomach as his muscles spasmed, shooting down a thick load straight into the dragon's needy penis. His human seed roiled down the urethra and into Abraxas's aching prostate, his sperm mingling with the gooey dragonic precum. He came in several waves, each time packing more and more of himself into the dragon's tool, the warm surge flowing to the wrong direction thrilling Abraxas in a way he never had experienced before. Abraxas kicked and squirmed as the sensation pushed him over the edge as well, his potent seed mixing with Rolf's as it shot up the dragon's stretched, pulsing urethra. The force of the dragon's orgasm, combined with the clenching and throbbing of the passage around him, forced Rolf's dick out from the dragon's piss slit. The dragon let out a loud, triumphant roar as his pent-up load finally shot out to coat Rolf's crotch and stomach in hot, sticky ropes, and he thrashed mindlessly as he emptied himself of everything that had been building up inside for so long.

Rolf huffed, laying on Abraxas's stomach spent and dazed, slowly sliding his hands around the sticky mess in his lap. The dragon was warm, musty, its salty seed thick and almost opaque from being packed in for so long, rich in sperm and taste. He gave his still hard member a couple of tugs with their cum, smooth and glistening on his shaft. Abraxas's tip dribbled and twitched above his crotch, and soon the dragon produced a second round of even thicker gel, almost the consistency of rice pudding meant to seal in the semen inside the female's passage. It drooped in long strands of pearly jam above him, sticking to Rolf's belly hair and hardening like glue

Abraxas' chest heaved with panting breath, the dragon laying beneath the human limply. He gazed up at Rolf blankly, mind slowly rising from beneath the tide of pleasure and satisfaction, his voice thick and heavy as he began to regain his words. "Mmm... mine... mate..."

"My... mate..." Rolf reached with his hand to touch the dragon's limp paw, brushed its ferocious claw softly with his fingertips. "My mate."

The dragon's heart surged with long buried emotions, and he rolled over to drop Rolf onto the sandy ground beside himself. Abraxas curled around the human, lapping joyfully and lovingly at his soiled, stained body. "Oh, Rolf... That is what I have wanted for so long." Abraxas nuzzled Rolf's face, tears welling in its eyes and dropping onto the human's neck and chest. "I did not wish to ask this of you. I did not wish to overstep your bounds. But..." The dragon fell silent, head drooping under the weight of its desires. Rolf laid on the ground content to let Abraxas lick and nuzzle him, occasionally lifting his hand to touch his snout or play with the tongue with his fingers.

"Ask, and I will give it to you, my dragon."

The dragon spoke slowly and carefully, gazing into his human's eyes. "For a dragon to mark another as a mate, there is a... ritual that must be performed." The dragon rose, towering over Rolf as he moved forward slightly. "One part of the ritual yet remains. Do you... do you trust me?"

"With my life."

"Then if you would be my mate, I must... mark you." Abraxas continued shuffling forward until it had positioned itself over Rolf, the human sitting between the dragon's hind legs. Abraxas cock had softened, though it had not yet retreated back into his slit.

Rolf closed his eyes, content. Whatever surprise the dragon had in store for him surely was going to be a pleasant one--perhaps something to wash away all that cock stink out of his mouth? He rose to a sitting position and opened his eyes. "What you hav-"

The dragon's cock pushed into Rolf's mouth, cutting off his words. Warm, briny liquid began to trickle from the pulsing slit in its tip, quickly filling Rolf's mouth. The man's eyes widened, the dragon's urine was strong and hot, nearly burning his tongue... and then he relaxed, accepting his fate. The dragon had not gone since the morning, making his stream dark yellow and fiery--it filled his mouth with its pungent, acrid taste, and began to trickle from between his lips. Rolf closed his eyes and started rubbing it on his chest, but Abraxas stopped him, while still gushing like a war horse.

"Swallow it." Abraxas's voice had regained its rough, dominating edge. "Drink it down... my mate."

Rolf did not hesitate to gulp down and let the bitter draught fill his belly.

The stream gathered strength, gushing into Rolf's waiting mouth, almost too fast for the human to keep up with. It dribbled down his chin and pooled on the sand as Rolf eagerly drank what he could. As the stream reached its end, Abraxas pulled his cock from Rolf's mouth to shower the human with the last of his rank, stinking liquid waste. His hair, his face, his chest and back; not a single inch of the human's body was left untouched. The smell coated his body, ensuring that all would know who he belonged to.

Rolf sputtered after draining such a foul stream, feeling slightly ill from the liquid filth sloshing around in his full belly, but the aftertaste on his tongue was pleasing and warm--like his dragon.

He rose from the floor with shaky limbs, panting and heaving from his wild ride, and took support from Abraxas's shoulder to steady himself. As the curious beast lowered himself to nuzzle him again Rolf stopped the dragon's head at his crotch level. Wordlessly he shook his now flaccid cock, and Abraxas stood waiting, mouth slightly ajar and tail wagging. With a grunt Rolf let loose a stream of piss, the golden water hitting the dragon's snout and running along the canyons of his horned face. The rivulets of body warmth found their way over the dragon's scaly lips and into the corners of his gator-like jaws, the mild man taste pleasing and light on his tongue as he licked greedily his chops. At first Rolf was careful not to hit his mate's golden slitted eyes, but when the great beast closed the lids he aimed at the top of his head, to drench the proud crest and pair of horns in his piss. Abraxas murmured and shook his butt like a friendly housecat, then flopped over to let the barbarian drain his bladder into his waiting maw. Rolf let loose in this living urinal, pouring a frothy pool of urine at the back of the dragon's throat, which he gulped down with a single swallow. Abraxas smacked his lips, savoring the layers of taste his human had marked the dragon with--sharp ammonia, bitter urine, and underneath them the man's scent, a hot fleshy aroma of his body. The dragon's chest welled with the rush of emotions, and he wanted to scream from joy, the joy of belonging to someone, but in the end he was content to hug his chest tightly, as if to stop himself from exploding, and rolled around on the stained sand.

Rolf squeezed the final squirts of piss on his hand, and ran his fingers around Abraxas's nostrils once he had calmed down, dipped them inside to rub the mucosa with his urine. The dragon sneezed once then twice, but then snorted in, accepting the liquid into his nasal cavity. Satisfied, Rolf planted a loving kiss between Abraxas's eyes, his blue scales still damp from the marking, and without words they coiled together, reeking of each other, at the edge of the crackling fire of spruce branches and slept, dreaming of strange, furious dreams of a man and a dragon together.