[center][u] Torin’s Taming Commissioned by Torin13 Written by Idesin[/u][/center] Once upon a time in the land of Silvae dragons were considered the fiercest, bloodthirsties, and most violent creatures there were. When and wherever they traveled chaos and death followed in their wake. The people only survived because of the strength and cunning of the great Wizard Kings. Today we know this to be a large exaggeration, with no small amount of projection from the very same ‘Wizard Kings’. For while some dragons could be violent, cruel even, most wished to live their lives and, frankly, paid no mind to the ‘small ones’. But legend says that those very same Wizard Kings decided to deal with the dragon menace once and for all. The dozen strongest and wisest wizards retreated into the arcanium stronghold to prepare the most powerful spell that had ever, or would ever be cast. After a year spent in magical preparation they unleashed the DracoStorm. A terrifying cyclone of magical energy that radiated outwards from their fortress, enveloping the whole world with a maelstrom that swept away every dragon it came across. After that day not a single dragon was seen for one thousand years. In that time two legged society grew and developed to become the dominant force on the planet. Then, on the one thousandth anniversary celebration of the ‘banishment’ of the dragons, above the arcanium fortress itself, the strongest of the dragons reappeared. Confused and exhausted they were quickly subdued and bound by the gathered wizards. While no contemporary tells us how it happend, at least one of the mages discovered the potent magical power that could be milked from dragons. Since that time more dragons have returned from their ‘banishment’. It appeared the spell, instead of removing the dragons, had shunted them into the future. Thanks to the magical power they carried inside of their bodies just waiting to be extracted, time tossed dragons became the most valuable resource in the world. Civilizations grew in tandem and proportion to how many dragons they could capture, and how inventive and efficient they were with what the captured livestock produced. Dragon reappearance went from once a century, to once a decade, to once a year. The reappearances continued, faster and faster. As the supply of liquid dragon magic increased, the price dropped. In the last century the incredible uptick in availability of Dragons to milk has resulted in independent wizards and scholars being able to perform their own personal research. Their discoveries and inventions have led to the great age of technomagic where, fueled by the ‘essence’ of dragons, magical marvels have become an everyday wonder for the common people. So it was that most every dragon became nothing more than livestock, their milked magical abilities powering the incredible development of the arcane arts. Even with the surge in dragon returns, the wonders of technomagic have ensured the demand for their milked essence is incredibly high. Any commoner who can capture, train, or turn one of these creatures into milkable livestock has their fortune set for life. Torin, one such potential beasts, who was just reappearing into the world, completely confused, terribly tired, and dizzyingly disoriented, was about to find out the truth of this fact firsthand. ~~~ The bright yellow dragon had been flying nowhere in particular on the fateful day of the dragon tempests. Caught in the intense wind they had at first tried to find a way to outrun it, but quickly realized that they would need to seek shelter. But there was none to be found. They were caught in the whirlwind, tossed this way and that, and all signs of land were gone. Even gravity disappeared. For minutes and nearly four millennia they tumbled though the tempests, until at last they were thrown clear. It was immediately clear that something was wrong. It had been a bright blue day just ‘moments’ ago, but now the sky was covered with the blackness of night. Looking for somewhere where they could lay and rest after such a harrowing experience Torin, who did not yet know how far they had really come, landed in a clearing that had not been below them when the storm had started. Their dragon, similar in size, stature, and proportion to the largest of draught horses, glided down to the field in a delicate, graceful manner under the light of the full moon. They barely ruffled the soft, long grass such was the grace and ease of their flight. Pulling their wings in, they padded about once, surveying the sight, judging its worthiness. Now that they had landed the intense exhaustion was quickly catching up with them. The field was pleasant enough, and the grass young and springy, still flexible underfoot. It would make for a most welcomed bed. Turning around once more to further pad the grass into suitable bedding, they laid down, curling up and letting themselves fall into a lovely, deep sleep. Torins descent had not gone unnoticed. A trio of ‘entrepreneurs’, having traveled to the great northern frontier in a quest to seek their fortune, and to avoid the repercussions of their previous fortune seeking endeavors, had seen the great dragons silhouette illuminated in front of the moon and could not believe their luck. They had been hoping to find some ancient keep or crypt, as yet unraided, or perhaps even the lair of a great beasts filled with the plunder of its victims. But those were nothing compared to the windfall that had just glided into their proverbial laps. “Forget camp Terry, we’ve got to move! Saddle up the horses and grab only what you need. We have to get there before anyone else!” The keen eyed crow, tall and wiry, was quickly grabbing whatever ropes and straps were at hand. He had denarii signs in his eyes as he sprinted towards his steed. He was confident that his compatriots would be right behind him, and he would be damned if they lost such an opportunity to something as preventable as someone else getting their firsts and claiming dibs. Looking over to their warrior as the thief raced away, Terry gestured for the large opossum woman to grab her weapons and go, as it would take him a moment or two more to select and pack his gear, and he did not want to slow her down. He was as, if not more, excited about this opportunity than David, their roguish ‘leader’, but magi-tech was made of glass and clockwork. It could be quite delicate if not packed correctly. For instance, being hastily slung up on the side of a horse and left to bang off their flank as they rode hard. So no matter how much the raccoon was salivating over the idea of an endless supply of Dragons Essence, he had to take the time to pack and store his gear. It would be a shame if he lost the opportunity to haste and a lack of care. Snapping his pack shut he threw it over his shoulder and mounted his own seed and urged it on, following after his friends. Flower, the muscular warrior, kept herself equidistant between her two companions, making sure that nobody got lost as they weaved through the trees towards the hilltop clearing. The three of them were best as a unit, and they would need to b e at full strength for what was to come. Her tail lashed back and forth, a blush forming across her cheeks as she fantasized about what awaited them up ahead. For while David was thrilled by the prospect of profit, and Terry by the pursuit of power, she had a different, much baser motivation. While their rogue was focused on the capture, and the mage on the essence, she was getting almost uncomfortably hard in her leather armor with the chance in front of her to fulfill a lifelong dream of milking a dragon. Torin was fast asleep as the three quietly approached the edge of the clearing. She was resting so peacefully, curled up like a very oversized house cat. Unfortunately for her, she had placed herself in the perfect position for capture to fall asleep in. But there was no reason, no way for her to know that, at that very moment, she were being hunted. The adventuring party had arrived and hastily, but quietly, began preparing for the capture of the wild magical animal. Soon, if the trio had their way, the dragon’s days of freedom would be over, and their days of being a productive piece of livestock would begin. Having seen no one else rushing to claim the prize, David paced around the sleeping giant observing and planning. He knew that the wings were the key aspect - the surests way to lose the windfall would be if the creature were to fly away. Once they had gotten those pinned they would have to ensure she couldn't run away. So some sort of reins or collar for them to hold onto. Finally, there was the worry about one of them getting bit. Circling around to get a good view of the dragon's bitey end he grinned. They would be able to use their horses' large feed bags to make an impromptu muzzle. Running the most likely variations of the scenario back though his mind he nodded, and returned to his compatriots who were waiting for him at the edge of the clearing. “Terry, you set up the hypnotizer in front of their face. Flower, get in place to toss the heavy net over their back. Make sure you have some strong straps and buckles because you're following the net up there and you're going to pin down those wings from tip to base. I trust you know how. While he’s distracted, I’ll put the muzzle on and-” “She, while [i][b]she’s[/i][/b] distracted.” The crow stumbled into a pause as he was interrupted. Turning to look at his companion he tried to find his words again. “I, uh … Are you sure Flower? I know they’ve got a slimmer build, and the whole ear-fins thing, but I know I saw a hefty pair of balls on them.” “Trust me Dave, a girl knows.” She gave him a friendly smile with just a hint of danger Well, that was that. He wasn’t going to argue with a woman who could, and would, lift him over her head and toss him through walls. Especially about such a personal subject. “Right, so, I’ll put the muzzle on [i]her[/i]. After that I’ll head under her, and I'll need you to supply me with whatever injectable charm you think is best Terry. When she's pliable we’ll saddle her up and restrain her properly.” “And then I get to milk her?” “I … yes Flower, and then you get to milk her. I suppose it's-” He was interrupted by a very quiet whoop from the opossum. He grinned, then glanced back at their target. She was right. Enough time talking about the plan, they needed to go now. He trusted his friends enough to react on the fly. Looking back at them he nodded, and put his hand in the middle of their little circle. He was joined by two others, and the three of them gave a small pump together before breaking the circle to set the plan in motion, two headed for her head, and one for her side. Excited, in more than one way, Flower got as close to the dragon's back as she dared. She carefully measured and re-measured the slack between her hands on the heavy net, getting ready to throw it like she had on so many enemies before. Her heavy, leather clad bosom heaved up and down as she took several deep breaths, getting ready for a burst of action. Turning, she watched the other two. The chubby racoon had just about finished setting up his magical flashing light gizmo. After he had angled it perfectly towards the dragon's eyes he pulled out a milky white pearl like object and slotted it into the machine. He gave a thumbs up to Flower, signaling that he was ready, and that they would go on her mark. Taking one last breath Flower heaved the net with trained precision, causing the heavy, tangling net to fall across the Dragons backside. As soon as it landed she jumped onto their targets back, holding on tight with her legs as she began securing those beautiful wings. Torin, who up until that moment had been sleeping soundly, awoke even more confused than she had gone to sleep. There was a sudden weight on her back and when she tried to unfurl her wings to take off she found them caught up in something. Maybe if she had time to think about it she could have done something, but the moment her eyes had opened she had been subjected to a confluence of cacophonous colors. They swirled her vision, occupying it completely, causing her to experience a strange sense of vertigo. They were moving too fast for her to track, their incessant blinking on and off confusing her even more. Trying to keep track of the bright colors her mind sunk more and more attention into it in an attempt to understand what was in front of her. It left her weak, her body not resisting as the trio began to bind her. She almost didn’t realize when something was pushed over her face. She was only vaguely aware of a roughness, and the strangely powerful scent of hay and barley. However, the sudden tightening of leather straps around her muzzle and behind her head was startling and concerning enough to break the spell of the lights. Awoken from her complacency, she started whipping her head to the side. She was vaguely aware of a black shape being thrown from her face into the trees, but it did nothing to remove or lessen the restraints on her. Surging upwards, the after-images of lights still spinning in her eyes, she was vaguely aware of something slithering up and around her neck. It was smooth and felt almost like flesh, but it certainly wasn’t living. Shaking herself back and forth didn’t scare it away or knock it off. Instead it got heavier and together, clamping around her throat and shoulders. Blinking the last of the lights away she realized that there was some sort of collar or harness on her neck, and it had several lines off of it, one of which was being held by a strange masked two legged creature. Torin roared, but the sound muffled by the coarse fabric muzzling her. Panicking, she reared back and stomped down, trying to force the smaller creature to run away and let go. But it kept hanging on, and it was yelling to something on top of it. Confused and scared she turned and tried to bolt. But whatever was on her back stopped her. It had grabbed the restraints from above and was pulling hard on them. That, along with a strong set of limbs pressed into her side kept her from moving. It was strangely reminiscent of being mounted. Dropping back down to all fours she took a moment to try to clear her head, and then threw herself from side to side and up and down, trying to buck this unknown thing off her back. On the dragon's back Flower held on for everything she was worth, refusing to be bucked off, and laughing. It was the most exhilarating ride she had ever had! Touching a dragon, being on top of a dragon, [i]breaking[/i] a dragon, it was everything she had ever hoped it would be, and more! Squeezing tight with her legs she held onto the creature, her cock raging hard at the power of the creature she was forcing into submission. One of the great creatures of legend, and it was soon to be her livestock to milk. She almost came then and there on the scally yellow back as she forced the pinned dragon to stay in place. Meanwhile, David had recovered well from having nearly been thrown into a tree. Quick thoughts and quicker reflexes had kept him from having a broken back, and now he was racing back in order to finish this capture. They had the creature on the ropes, literally, but it was far from an assured capture. Terry offered him an injectable charm, and the crow took it, knowing he had the best chance of getting past those dangerous feet and claws. Watching how the big thing was stomping about he found his moment and was under the belly of the beast in one swift movement. Finding the soft spot of the creature's perineum, where the dragon's scaly protection was weakest, he jabbed the needle in and pressed the plunger, filling the dragon with the light blue enchantment. Suddenly Torin stopped. The adrenaline that had been flowing through her body had been overcome though magical means, and they were suddenly incredibly calm and at ease with the situation. She relaxed and a goofy grin spread across their face, hidden behind the muzzle. Their attention was caught by a robbed racoon of some sort walking in front of her. He seemed very nice as he placed a hand on the side of her face and began rubbing her. It felt so good that she leaned into it and let him move the hand up, rubbing and scritching behind her ears. He was saying something to her, not that she could understand his words. But she did understand the intent. That she was a good girl, and that she would be taken care of. That she should stay calm, and let them do what they needed to do to her, and that she would feel good. With Terry whispering sweet nothings in the dragon's ear, David got to work fitting the rest of the impromptu tack onto the creature. The ‘saddle’ was easy enough. A heavy woolen blanket was folded up and held down by a pair of straps, creating a similar sensation to what a full sized dragon saddle would create. Then came the reins. Without a proper bit, a bridle would be impossible, and so they had to do their best attaching them to the heavy rope they had secured just behind their feedbag muzzle. As he affixed more straps, the crow smiled at his racoon friend, feeling proud of what they had accomplished. However, as proud of the two of them were, neither was nowhere near as happy as Flower. The opossum had finished securing the wings and had dropped off to the side. Seeing that her friends considered the dragon subdued she wasted no time moving to the back of the creature. All decorum and shame joyfully jettisoned, she buried her face into the dragon's ass. Hugging the wide thing with both arms she huffed away at the smell of raw, feral dragon. Laying a series of kisses along the big set of yellow ass cheeks, they slowly made their way down. Kneeling they started to lovingly fondle the big balls, their face resting between the two of them, inhaling deeply. They were doing it. They were going to milk a dragon with their own hands. It was everything they had ever wanted, and it was exactly what they had prepared for their entire lives with their bigger and bigger toys. “Hey, hey Flower! Don’t … and she’s gone.” David shook his head, but couldn’t help smiling. Turning back towards the front he spotted his other friend. “I take it you have something prepared Terry?” “Indeed I do. Behold, the jug of holding! Capable of storing several dozen gallons of liquids!.” The magical member of their party had grabbed a strange leather pouch from their provisions and branded it forth with a flourish. Turning the wine bottle sized gizmo upside down he let several gallons of water pour out of the internal pocket space, emptying it of their survival stores to make room for something much more valuable. “Flower? Flower! Over here!” David gave a sharp whistle to catch the warriors attention. As she pulled her head from the dragon's ass, he waved the receptacle at her. He could see the effects of the ball musk on her as it took her a good several moments to realize what it would be used for. But he knew she understood when she smiled and got to her feet. With only a few stumbles she made her way over to her two compatriots. Just as she was about to take it though, she held a finger up. Before they could question her, she started pulling at her armor. “Hey, could one of you pervs help me with this? I’ve got to experience this as fully as possible.” The two grinned at each other. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other naked before, but every chance to participate in some naked fun with each other was always welcomed. Giving her a gentle kiss with his beak, David began to unfasten her breastplate and armguards. Meanwhile Tery was already on his knees in front of her, hands working swiftly over her belt buckle. As he dropped the leather skirt he almost got flicked in the nose by girl cock. Giving it a tiny kiss on the tip, he gave a good sniff at her balls before continuing to help her remove the leather and padding from her thighs and shins. Above, the crow had pulled her top off and was taking the opportunity to get two handfuls of her A cups. She let him have a bit of fun before breaking from the two. “Alright boys, I’m going to milk that cock. You better remember to treat her well, like you do with me. I want her producing a [i]lot[/i] of cum. I promise I won’t waste too much on myself, but I am going to have at least one big blast over my face and chest, understand?” The large, muscular women cooed, blowing a kiss at the twinkish avian and chubby raccoon before disappearing under the yellow belly. She could see their salutes, and grinned. It was very good of them to indulge her in fulfilling her teenage dream. Kneeling under the beast she pressed herself up so that she could capture the big pink dragon cock between her two fuzzy white breasts. Moaning happily at the meaty warmth of it all she began to slide up and down, giving the captured creature a loving full body job. She was grinding her whole body against that huge cock, hugging it close to herself. Every time she pulled back far enough to see the tip she gave it a lustful kiss, slurping up as much of that raw magic as she could get, before going back down on the shaft again, her own cock was dripping onto the grass as she got covered by the other drooling cock. Leaving the lustful woman to the object of her desire, David moved around back. The dragon's rear end was a sight to see now, all kissed and almost cleaned to a polish by a hungry opossum face. It looked so nice and inviting. Unclasping his jerkin, he removed his armor and laid it to the side as he appreciated the incredible feral ass in front of him. Stroking along his shaft with one hand, he pulled the fat yellow cheek to the side to reveal Torins thick, juicy pink donut. It was just puffy enough to hide in ‘normal’ circumstances, when the dragons' lovely, thick cheeks kept it from view. But if those cheeks bounced too much, or if they were pulled apart, the enticing back door would certainly catch the attention of any who saw it. It seemed to shine in the bright light of the full moon. Naked and hard, David appreciated the hole. From below he could hear the panting moans of his lust lost friend giving the cock that was almost as big as her plenty of attention. It was up to him to provide stimulation from the other side. Standing up on his talloned tip-toes, the crow held onto the ass and pushed himself forward. Torin’s asshole seemed to almost pull him in. It was ready to be used, and it was so warm. Tight and smooth, the rogue found his hips almost moving on their own accord. It was so easy to fuck, and every thrust made him want another. Capturing this dragon was the best thing to ever happen to him. Meanwhile, up in front, Tery was watching the two of them with a mixture of excitement and worry playing over his face. Sure, domesticated dragons could be used for this sort of stuff, but this one was wild, fresh from the DracoStorm. Who knew how she’d react to such amorous, milking focused attention. Surprisingly, he received an answer in the form of a gentle nudging against his crotch. Torin was nuzzling her muzzled mouth up against the mages robes, trying to part them to get to the ‘treat’ underneath. The raccoon's breath caught in his throat as he realized what she was doing, and was too stunned to stop her as she wiggled her way under his sash and began trying to take down his silken, star studded underpants. Finding the task too difficult, bound as she was, she looked up at Terry with big, lustful, star-filled doe-eyes, begging for him to use her as well. “Oh, this is too good.” He muttered, using one hand to slide out of his briefs. Pulling a knife from his hip, he carefully cut a hole in the bottom of the muzzle bag, and the dragon's tongue shot out of it. The long, wet pink muscle wrapped around the raccoon's cock, pulling him in closer and with a yelp his member disappeared into the bag. For a moment the terrifying image of her biting the thing off ran through his head, before he felt soft, scaly lips pressing against the edge of his shaft. The situation just kept getting better and better The enchantment, if she had been fighting against it, would have worn off by now. But she looked as dopey and placid as when it had first been applied. If she wasn't fighting it, if she liked the sensations she was receiving, It might actually be feasible that they could break her in themselves. They wouldn’t have to sell her to someone experienced in such things. If she wasn’t resisting with all her might, and if she was enjoying the fucking she was receiving as much as she seemed to, they very well might be able to break this fierce beast into their personal magical source, mount, and who knows what else! “Alright there girl, slow and easy. Mmmn, that’s it, that’s a good girl, good girl.” Relaxing into the oral attention Terry shifted his stance, making it easier on Torin’s neck, and opened his robe so she didn’t have it all over her face. His shaft throbbed as she took it into her mouth and began sucking on it, and she was rewarded by squeaky nerd moans. The racoon gulped as he looked down at the big dragon, holding her face in his hands. He had her by the leather restraints, and she almost seemed to blush as he tugged on them. Suddenly she sucked him in deeply and he rose onto the balls of his feet, groaning and biting his lip to give him the focus to continue enjoying the attention. Back below Torin the dragoness was leaking considerably. Almost two thirds was making it into Flowers magical container, in one way or another, but a lot of it was also making it into her fur and mouth. The opossum could feel the tingle of the concentrated magic as she rolled it around on her tongue and soaked into her fur. Yes, there was a refinement process that needed to occur, but even raw dragon cum was incredibly potent, imbuing any it touched with greater arcane powers and strength. Torins balls were absolutely filled with the powerful ingredient. For now. Because while she was having her fun, milking those balls was Flower’s ultimate goal. Her hands worked up and down that shaft, storking it lovingly and following every bend, twist, and veiny ridge. The collecting vessel was currently sitting snuggly between her breasts, and every time she pulled back she gathered all of the pre cum with her lips and let it drop into the container. Every few strokes she’d reach down with a pre-cum covered hand and stroked herself several times, allowing her own essence to mix in with the dragons. Behind Torin, David wasn’t doing as well in ‘lasting’ as Flower was. The fit, feathered avian was panting, leaning over that big ass as he humped it over and over. She was so tight and warm, it felt like her ass was made to be fucked. It was almost supernaturally good as he bounced his hips off of that fat ass over and over again. He spread her cheeks with every thrust, his balls bouncing against her backside each time. Eventually it was just too much and, burying himself deep inside, he came into her, filling the mystical beast with his cum. Pulling out he sighed, leaning happily against that ass. He gave himself a moment to bask in the afterglow, just enjoying the tremendous feeling of what he had done. But he knew he’d have to get back to their ‘job’ sooner rather than later. With Flower working the cock, he knew he’d have to do more than just fuck the dragon once in order to milk it for what they wanted. Dropping down into a squat he began spreading her asshole with his fingers, seeing just how much he could get into the dragoness. Two, three, four fingers went in. Curling in his thumb he carefully pushed more, filling her up even more, working his way deeper with every thrust in and out. Up front Terry was seeing the effect the other two ‘tamers’ actions were having on their target. Torin cheeks were flushed and their eyes unfocused as they were subjected to the sexual sensations. She was sucking away at his cock like a good submissive dragon. Just watching how hot she was for them pushed the racoon to an orgasam. Shuddering, he shot his load over that curling tongue, down that warm throat. But the dragoness didn’t let him go. Instead of letting him pull back to recover she kept sucking, pulling him in more with her tongue, her lips a lock over his member. Though that might have been because of how close she was, not how greedy she was. Down below Flower could see the approaching orgasam. Getting a good grip on the jug of holding she increased her speed, working that trembling, throbbing member harder and harder. The warrior was ready, knees spread, mouth open, chest pushed forward as she urged the dragon onwards. A deep rumble came from within Torins throat, and she grinned. She was ready as the dragoness came, shooting a heavy load all over her face and chest. She reveled in the powerful, magical surge, and the sheer debauchery of milking a feral dragon in such a way. But she quickly moved, and the container was up to the dragon's tip by the time the second shot came. Despite the force of Torins emissions she held it there though several more surges, and gathered up every drop she could. David and Terry were locked in place as the big yellow beast came. They had milked her well, for she was producing quite a lot for them. All signs pointed towards this dragon being incredibly virile, and valuable. Dick and arm caught by her squeezing, they rode out the orgasam with her, doing what they could to make it as good as possible for her, conditioning her to want to be milked. As she finally began to calm down they pulled away, ready to see what would happen next. They didn’t expect her to turn violent or angry, but stranger things had happened in the sudden awareness of post-nut clarity. Having ‘suffered’ through an intense, body shaking, balls draining orgasam, the dragoness was unsteady on her feet. She swayed a bit, letting go of the adventure’s in each of her ends. She most certainly did not seem aggressive. The only danger seemed to be inadvertent - Flower had barely made her way out from under the dragon when Torin flopped down into the grass, crushing where the opossum had just been. The tired, time tossed beast gave into the desire for a post-ejaculation nap, and was now snoozing away. Quite peacefully too if the smile across her face was anything to go by. “You, uh, you got something on your, uh, face, Flower.” The mage came forward, shyly tucking himself back into his robes, offering the warrior a towel that was gently tingling with the energy of magic. The well splattered milker turned down the prestidigitation wipe with a smile, clearly loving the way it felt to have the power filled cum dripping down her face and onto her breasts. She gripped and squeezed her breasts, as if she was feeling if they were any bigger. Stumbling a bit, she found a place to flop right next to their dragon. Leaning against them, she pulled her scaly tail up between her furry legs and began to grind against it as she began masturbating again, still squeezing her cum covered breasts with one hand. “I think she may be lost in the sauce for a while, Terry. By the way, great job with the hypnotizer and keeping her calm. You did a great job man.” David clapped his friend on the back, pulling him close to watch their friend enjoying herself with their dragon. His tone then turned conspiratorial. “You’re going to have to let her know you want to fuck her sooner rather than later now. There is no way she isn’t going to try getting fucked by our catch. You don’t want to have the doubt about if she would have reciprocated your feelings hanging over you, nor the wonder of what she would have felt like before she got stretched out by dragon dick.” The racoon blushed so deeply that every strand of fur on him stood up to let out the heat, making him look incredibly fluffy. He buried his face in his hands, but after a few moments David pulled them away and made sure his friend was watching Flower masterbating, stroking her cock and rubbing that dragon cum into her tits. Watching how she was flexing her hips upwards, moaning for more. “You take the first watch. I know you’ll have to rub out at least one more after watching that. As soon as the sun rises we’re going to have to find some place to take this beast and train her. But for now, enjoy the afterglow. Hell, I bet Flower would let you lick some of that dragon cum off of her if you tell her it's to help power your spells.” Grinning at the blushing, stuttering racoon, David walked off to the other side of the dragon, laying down beside her to fall off into a very welcome, and well earned, sleep. Before he did he put his hand up on the large, warm beast. He could feel the dragon softly breathing. “Welcome to the future girl. You’re going to make us all rich. And if you don’t fight it, we’re going to make you feel so, so good.” [u] The End[/u]