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Azlak sighed and looked out over the Laxtal landscape, staring at the achingly familiar terrain. He knew the position of every copse of trees and small bubbling stream, but never before had it felt less like home. He had argued once more with his father, their relationship almost to the breaking point now. The seer wasn't sure how he could repair the damage that had been caused by their harsh words. His magic certainly hadn't provided anything.

The only thing keeping him going was Kaz. He had to smile as he thought of the Nixan, at how quickly the two had formed a bond so great they were almost inseparable. There were still a couple of claw and bite marks on his neck and shoulders. The healer was rough, and just thinking about it made Azlak squirm and feel glad he was currently alone.

Being sent out to patrol the clan's territory wasn't something he really wanted to do, but at least it gave him chance to wander and think. The added bonus of being away from his father was better yet. Of course, it kept him separated from Kaz, just like they had been for most of the last few days.

There was nothing out of the ordinary as Azlak continued his patrol, choosing to walk rather than fly. Humans were unlikely to be this far in to their territory, but the Ddraig had ordered the patrols anyway, probably more to appease the visiting Ddraig Krateos than anything else.

Working his way down to the forests to the south of the lair, Azlak shivered slightly as some twitch of his magic warned him of something vague and indistinct. He shook his head, trying to work out what his premonition was alerting him to, but the visions wouldn't come. He could perceive no threat though, so he continued on his route, skirting around the trees and descending down from the hills that surrounded the Laxtal lair.

Azlak paused once he reached a stream that bubbled out from a small spring, merging with other streams a little further downhill, before flowing away across the distant plains. The golden-scaled seer paused here, looking out over the peaceful silence. There was no threat here, no danger of human invasion.

Smirking as he glanced down to the forest that encroached upon the stream, he thought back to happier times. He had been hiding in the trees down there, nervously waiting for a group of dragons to leave the stream so he'd be able to get a drink when one of them had slipped on a wet rock. Tail raised, he had exposed quite a bit to the unseen seer. Azlak snickered as he remembered that time, so many years ago. Ever since that moment he had known why dragonesses didn't interest him in the slightest, but it wasn't until he had met Kaz that he had been able to enact upon his desires.

Azlak glanced around, making sure that he was actually alone. The combination of memories, from years ago and the night before, were starting to get him a little bit flustered. He wouldn't want to be caught in such a compromising situation, so he jumped down into the cool stream to calm himself again.

He was just about to start off on his patrol again when a sharp burst of light erupted from the trees. Momentarily dazzled, Azlak stepped back and flung a wing across his face, far too late to shield his eyes from the intense burst that had already faded to nothing. Alarmed squawks preceded a number of birds fleeing the trees, leaves and branches falling to the ground in their wake.

“What the?" Azlak whispered, slowly creeping forward, shaking his legs dry when he made it back onto rock. Leaving wet pawprints behind him, he moved towards the trees, knowing that it was his duty to inspect what had caused the light, even as his tail trembled and revealed his fear.

Edging forward into the shadows, Azlak shook his paws again as mud clung to his damp scales. He could smell something not far ahead, something that seemed both curiously similar and yet wildly exotic at the same time. It was like a dragon, but unlike anything he had ever smelt before. There was also more than a little smoke tickling his nose, but he couldn't hear the crackle of fire at all. Whatever had been burning had put itself out quickly.

Leaves and branches were still smouldering as Azlak stepped into a small clearing, the ground blackened and charred around the motionless body of a large, green-scaled dragon. Unlike every dragon Azlak had seen before, this strange creature wasn't uniform in colour, having a grey underbelly and a curious blue stripe on his forehead.

“Hello? Are you alright?" Azlak called out, hesitant to approach the dragon, who still didn't appear to be moving. He wondered if he should run back and find a healer, wishing desperately for Kaz to be by his side, or whether it was already too late for that. Then the dragon coughed and rolled over, eyes slowly opening.

“Ugh, who?" the dragon groaned, his eyes unfocused as he peered at Azlak.

“My name's Azlak, of Clan Laxtal. Who are you, and where are you from? You appearance is unfamiliar," Azlak replied, cautiously approaching the dragon and placing his paw on the green and blue forehead.

“Azlak? Did you say Azlak?" the dragon whispered, urgency entering his tone.

The seer took a step back, unsettled by the change in the stranger's voice. He glanced around him, making sure he could find the quick route back out through the trees. “I am Azlak, yes."

“Then it worked, it really worked," the dragon crowed, slowly rising to his paws and spreading his wings, roaring his pleasure to the canopy of leaves. He looked down at Azlak and grinned. “I'm Daimin, and I'm probably your biggest fan!"

“My what?" Azlak asked, shaking his head and backing a little further away from Daimin. The dragon seemed addled and confused.

“Fan. It means I admire you," Daimin said brightly, edging around to Azlak's side and slowly moving him away from the direct path through the trees. He wouldn't be able to easily escape now, not without risking his wings against the dense foliage.

Trying not to show his fear, Azlak straightened his back and looked the stranger in the eye. “And how do you even know of me?" he asked, always turning to keep facing Daimin, until he was back in the centre of the clearing, with the green dragon now skirting the edges.

“Oh, I've read your story, that's how. I come from a different… world, I suppose. You were always my favourite, so I devised a spell to come into this world so I could, well, meet you. And it worked," the dragon babbled, sitting back on his hind legs and resting on his tail as he spoke.

Azlak struggled to keep up with Daimin. “A… another world?" he asked, his wings flaring in distress. “Did you hit your head? Should I call for a healer?"

Daimin snickered. “Oh yes, like Kaz? Have you, you know, done it yet?"

“I… what?" Azlak spluttered, unsure how this stranger could even have known about his mate, when hardly anyone in Laxtal was even aware of the relationship he had with the Nixan healer. There was no possible way for Daimin to know that, and yet, it was obvious he did.

“I'll take that as a yes, shall I?" Daimin said, snaking his neck forward and nosing at the small cuts on the seer's shoulder and neck, grinning wickedly. “And a bit of a bottom bitch are you too? This is very pleasing."

Azlak tried to stammer out some form of denial, but there seemed to be little point as the stranger already knew so much about him. There was little use in denying what they both somehow knew to be true, and even just thinking about it was making the seer start to imagine what the stranger would be like, whether he would be rough or gentle, forceful or submissive.

“You like it when I talk to you like this, don't you?" Daimin asked, slowly prowling over to Azlak and running his muzzle over the seer's back, inhaling deeply and taking in his scent. “You like me knowing that you want someone to pin you down and fuck you, hard."

Azlak whimpered, keeping almost completely still as the stranger sniffed against him. He closed his eyes, trying to think of finishing his patrol and reporting back to the Ddraig, but his thoughts were constantly interrupted by the dragon above him.

The seer squeaked as he felt a paw tighten around his chest and gently lift him up, turning him on to his back. Daimin held him down with one strong paw splayed across his chest, turning his head to look elsewhere.

“I think it's time to see what you have down here," the green dragon said. He turned around, one hindpaw continuing to hold Azlak down. “Jay was never too clear on how you worked."

“Jay?" Azlak asked, staring up at the green dragon's tail, sweeping slowly from side to side above him.

Daimin chuckled, lowering his head to nuzzle at the golden dragon's crotch, rubbing his muzzle over the smooth, soft scales there. “Jay, yes. The stoat who has been writing your story. He neglected to include any of the juicier information about you. Muttered something about being too innocent to write about such things. Didn't believe him for a second," Daimin said, flicking his tongue out and making the seer gasp. “So, unless you've been lying to Jay and you're a 'ness, then everything is internal like mine?"

“Not a 'ness, no," Azlak whimpered, shuddering as Daimin's thick tongue ran up his body. “Am male, and any more of that – oh – and you'll see."

Daimin didn't ease up, feeling Azlak's crotch swell and bulge slightly, his slit teasing open and revealing the tip of his red shaft. His tapered cock slowly emerged, lengthening and stiffening under the lavish attentions from the green's tongue. Only once he was fully erect, five inches of draconic cock looking quite massive on his diminutive frame, did Daimin pull back.

“Oh now that's what I wanted to see," the green dragon whispered, taking in every inch of Azlak's cock, the finely tapered tip swelling smoothly into the shaft, only a few small ridges disrupting the otherwise smooth surface down to where it emerged from his tight slit. A slight bulge just beyond revealed the location of his testes, mostly contained within his soft underscales.

“Have you seen enough, dragon?" Azlak asked, squirming beneath the pressure of Daimin's hindpaw, which was released slightly as the other dragon turned around, quickly replacing the hold with his forepaw.

“Oh no Azlak. It took a lot of effort to get here. I'm going to make sure I enjoy every moment of this," Daimin replied, lowering his crotch next to the seer's.

Azlak could feel Daimin's arousal growing, his thick shaft pressing against his. If anything it felt a little bigger, but with the dragon's larger size that wasn't exactly surprising. He knew that for his size he was pretty large indeed, though he had never gotten a chance to compare sizes with another male since he had been a dragonet, shyly watching from the side as the other males his age had compared, the largest gaining bragging rights and dominance other the others. Azlak had never taken part in such competitions, too embarrassed to reveal that he was much bigger than any of the others.

“You're a big boy, aren't you Azlak?" Daimin whispered, pressing his muzzle against the golden dragon's neck and nipping lightly at his scales. “Jay never mentioned that to me. Shall have to have words with him when I see him next."

“I still don't know who you're talking about," Azlak said, pressing up into Daimin's growing shaft, gasping as their two cocks rubbed against each other.

Daimin bit a little harder on Azlak's throat, drawing a whimper from the little seer. “He is who introduced me to you. Whether he created you or discovered you, I don't think even he is sure. But without him, I don't think anyone would know of you."

“No one knew of me anyway," Azlak replied, bitterly remembering his many years of isolation as the clan's omega, where no one would have anything to do with him. It was only in the last few months that anyone but the Ddraig would even look at him. “I'm not anyone special."

Daimin growled, pressing down harder with his forepaw on Azlak's chest. “Jay told me you'd be like that. He wanted me to say that you are special, that there are things to happen in your future that will prove that, even if your magic hasn't told you yet. For now though, I can make you feel special indeed," the green dragon said, rubbing his cock against Azlak's, making the smaller gold whine out in desire.

Slowly grinding their two cocks together, Daimin nuzzled against Azlak's neck, ever so softly nibbling at the smaller dragon beneath him, listening to his quiet whimpers and moans. The seer closed his eyes and arched his neck up, his tail entwining with the larger dragon's.

“You like that, don't you?" Daimin murmured, continuing to slowly grind over Azlak's belly, feeling the two shafts rub and slide against each other.

Azlak nodded, whining as the other dragon suddenly pulled away, raising his body out of reach of the seer's twitching cock. His whimpers were quickly silenced as he felt Daimin's tapered tip press against his muzzle, his mouth slowly teased open to allow the shaft in. Mindful of his sharp teeth, Azlak lavished the larger dragon's cock with his tongue, revelling in the unfamiliar taste of his pre as it slowly leaked out from the tip.

“Oh yes, you're good at that," Daimin muttered, slowly teasing more and more of his shaft into Azlak's eager muzzle, his tip teasing the back of the gold's throat. The seer couldn't help himself, his mouth so full of the dragon's thick cock, his long, slender tongue desperate to wrap around and fondle as much of it as possible, feeling it twitch and pulse beneath his attentions. He had only done this to Kaz a couple of times, the Nixan a little cautious of his teeth, but Daimin appeared not to hold the same reservations.

Once again though, Daimin suddenly pulled back, slipping his cock out of Azlak's mouth suddenly, his slick shaft dangling tantalisingly just out of the little gold's reach. “But we're not going to make it over so quick. I've been looking forward to this for a long time, so I'm going to make sure I enjoy every moment of it," Daimin said, grinning down at the panting Azlak, whose facial scales were a little damp from the larger dragon's pre.

“So tell me Azlak, how much do you want my cock in you at the moment?" Daimin asked, shifting his body so the seer was able to get a good view of the thick and tapered shaft. The red spear glistened with a mixture of pre and saliva from Azlak's eager tongue.

“Yes, yes please I need it," Azlak whimpered, looking down at that cock with an aching longing. He felt like this every time he was alone with Kaz, the Nixan's dominant streak coming out and overwhelming the seer's desire to be fucked hard and often. It was no different with Daimin, or indeed with any willing dragon.

“Good dragon," Daimin whispered, pressing his tip against Azlak's tight rear, the lubricating saliva allowing the larger dragon to slowly push inside the gold-scaled seer. Azlak gaped and clenched a little, making Daimin grunt as he gradually parted the seer's rump.

“Oh, so big," Azlak moaned, feeling himself stretch further than he had ever done with Kaz, his tail twitching as he took just over half of Daimin's length before the larger dragon grunted, slowly starting to pull back out again, before starting to thrust gently.

Leaning down, Daimin nuzzled against Azlak's cheek, tongue flicking out and licking the golden scales even as he slowly thrusted his cock in and out of the seer's tight tailhole. His tongue probed and teased, moving up Azlak's muzzle until it poked into his mouth, pulling him into a slightly awkward kiss.

The two locked muzzles for a few minutes as Daimin undulated his hips, rocking his body back and forth as he gently teased Azlak's rump with his cock. Their tongues entwined, Daimin lifted Azlak's head up off the ground, sliding a paw beneath the smaller dragon's body. Grunting in pleasure, Daimin started to thrust forward a little harder, each time his cock penetrated that little bit deeper, drawing out a squeak of pleasure from Azlak.

Azlak tried to pull his head back, but Daimin's strong paw stopped him from moving away, keeping the two locked together at both ends. The larger dragon's shaft undulated and throbbed deep within him, making him gasp and whimper for more with every gentle thrust, desperate to feel more of the dragon inside him, to feel his thickness spreading him as wide as possible.

As though aware of the seer's thoughts, Daimin started to thrust harder, releasing Azlak's muzzle as he finally hilted his throbbing shaft deep within the seer. Daimin grunted and snarled as started to roughly pound into the little gold, whose moans grew louder with every thrust.

“Oh god you're so tight," Daimin grunted, gripping tight onto Azlak's shoulders as he roughly thrusted forward, slamming his cock deep into the seer every time. He was almost beyond control now, barely able to restrain himself. “I think I'm going to… oh, I'm going to…"

Azlak had a moment of warning, bracing his shoulders against the ground as Daimin's muzzle scrunched up, ungraceful as he panted, his tongue lolling out from his mouth. Then, with a final few frantic thrusts, he howled out and filled Azlak with his cum, his seed spurting out into Azlak's tight rump.

Daimin collapsed on top of Azlak, cock pulsing deep within him. He panted and whined, the weight of the larger dragon pressing awkwardly on top of him, as well as the growing arousal that was as yet unsated. There were times when Kaz would not allow him to find release, using a peculiar quirk of his healing magic that prevented his orgasm. He was desperate that Daimin wouldn't do the same. Even as the larger dragon lay sprawled over him, Azlak lightly rolled his hips up, pressing his erect cock into the green's underbelly.

Chuckling softly, Daimin slowly withdrew his cock was Azlak, the seer moaning in pleasure as the cum-slicked shaft slipped free, his tailhole closing up behind and keeping most of the green's seed locked within. A small amount leaked over his scales, trickling either side of his tail and on to the grass below.

“You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that," Daimin said, slowly rolling onto his side, releasing the pressure on Azlak's chest and making his erect shaft pop up, almost sticking vertically into the air. Daimin threw out one idle paw to gentle grasp it, making the seer moan and lift his hips up, his needy shaft leaking an almost constant stream of pre.

Daimin didn't even move, holding his paw completely still as Azlak bucked up, thrusting into the waiting digits of the other dragon. He needed the release so much, the feeling of being filled so much arousing him beyond simple need. He ached for release. It was a little awkward and uncomfortable, thrusting directly up, but he could feel his orgasm approaching. But then, just as he was about to peak, Daimin pulled his paw away, drawing a small shriek from Azlak.

Before Azlak could bring his paws to his needy cock, Daimin had moved to pin the seer down, holding his forelegs down and keeping him against the ground with an almost lazy effort. He grinned down at Azlak, licking him across the muzzle.

“What's the matter, Azlak? Need something do you?" Daimin asked, leering down at the small gold.

Azlak nodded and gasped, struggling against the weight pressed down on his forelegs. Slowly his tail curled up, for a moment getting a gentle rub on his aching cock. Before he could react, Daimin's tail whipped around, slapping and knocking away Azlak's tail, making the seer whine once more.

“Please, please," Azlak whispered, thrusting up into the empty air above his cock.

“Please what?" Daimin asked, leaning down close and running his tongue over Azlak's cheek, lowering his body so his cum-slickened cock rubbed against the seer's.

Azlak whined, desperately trying to rub his cock against Daimin's, but once more the larger dragon pulled away. “No, please. Please let me cum," Azlak whimpered, closing his eyes and arching his head back against the grass.

“Only because you asked so nicely," Daimin said, teasing Azlak by running one clawed finger down the length of his shaft. Azlak shuddered, barely able to contain himself, but somehow he kept his hips flat on the ground. Slowly Daimin added other claws, until once more his whole paw was wrapped around Azlak's shaft, easing it up and down.

Chittering and moaning, Azlak let Daimin work his shaft, pumping up and down with gradually increasing speed. So pent up from the rough fucking he'd received, and the teasing from before that, it wasn't long before Azlak gritted his teeth, gasping heavily.

Azlak howled as his cock jerked in Daimin's grasp, cumming wildly. His seed splattered against the other dragon's underbelly and paw, staining Azlak's scales as well. He gasped and moaned, his load bigger than any he could remember, the dizzying bliss striking him as Daimin squeezed his sensitive shaft one more time.

The two lay in silence for a short while, Daimin languidly licking at Azlak's cheek, making the seer giggle and squirm. After a while the larger dragon reluctantly rolled to his front, and then hauled himself up to his paws.

“As much as it pains me to say it, I can feel the magic keeping me here wear thin," the green dragon said reluctantly, looking down at Azlak and smiling. “It has been a lot of fun though."

“You have to go back?" Azlak asked, sharing some of the sadness that Daimin had to go. He had only just met the dragon, but what they had shared had been something special, truly like the strange dragon had known him more than he had right to. Slowly he rose to his paws, legs still shaking a little as they struggled to bear his weight. “Will you see this Jay person, the one who is writing my story?"

Daimin nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his muzzle. “Did you have a message you wanted me to take back to him?"

Azlak frowned, staring at his paws before looking up, sharing Daimin's expression. “Just one thing. Tell him to finish writing the bloody story."

Daimin laughed, then looked down at his body, which was starting to fade and become transparent. “I'll be sure to let him now," he said, even his voice getting quiet. He reached out, placing his paw on Azlak's one last time. “I'll be sure to come again, once your story is finished. Until then, farewell."

And then Azlak was alone once more, nothing but the wind in the trees and the birds for company. He wasn't even sure how much time had passed, but he knew he would be late back to the lair from his patrol. He smirked. It would do no good returning covered in so much cum. A quick bathe in the stream, then it would be back home to share every last detail with Kaz. His mate would barely believe what had happened.