Ailmar Inman crouched in the forest. A dull, faded green hood covered close-cropped auburn hair, framing a clean-shaven, wiry face. Pale skin wrapped over the miller’s muscular form, his tan lines hidden by the purposefully worn cloak wrapped around him. Ailmar froze, his eyes carefully searching through the brush in front of him. He made no motion as he focused intently, listening carefully for the sudden sound that had filtered through the forest. The forest had been far too still for his liking. He’d not heard a bird in what seemed like hours. The complete stillness, but for the wind rustling the leaves above him, made the sudden, pained screech of a creature in pain sound even more piercing as it drifted in on the wind. The human clicked his compass closed, his eyes flicking to the direction of the sound. He took a breath, lifting his iron-capped walking stave to dart through the bushes.


Tree trunks flashed by the miller as he jogged through the forest. The sound was close, and as the yelp sounded again, this time it was accompanied with strange, hissing snarls. His steps slowed as he approached a clearing, slowly moving through the thick undergrowth. There was obviously a fight going on, and knowing where he was in the mountains, it could be suicidal to rush in unprepared. The simple thought of what he was prepared to encounter a bare two hours from the town made his mouth run dry, but his attention was still focused on the noises coming from the clearing. He carefully picked through the bushes, pulling aside a branch soundlessly to peer inside. He was entirely unprepared for the scene inside.


Thick gashes marred the previously picturesque clearing, marking the spots where claws had dragged through the dirt, mirroring the slashes across the body of the fighting dragon. His scales flashed, the drake shifting and twisting to avoid showing his tan underside. Black claws flashed out, the dragon smacking a strange, spiderlike creature out of the air. The thing skittered to a halt in the dirt, flipping itself up to reorient itself. It was nearly the size of a loaf of bread with four long, spindly legs. It looked like a rough-hued hunk of stone, bristling with crystals, come alive. Gems glinted in the sunlight, all different colors extending from the faceless spider-like creature. He only had a few moments to watch it before a sudden gout of fire engulfed the creature, charring the ground underneath it. It turned into a bare shadow inside the sudden furnace, left smoldering like several similar bodies littering the clearing as the flame subsided. The fight was taking its toll on the dragon, however. His footing was unsteady, the drake panting like the gout of flame had taken the last bit of his strength. As the final pair of crystal spiders leaped towards him, it was obvious that it had. His flank was heaving with heavy pants, the dragon barely managing to catch one and slam it down, the thing skittering and clawing at his wrist before a sudden snap and howl sounded again. The third spider had finally found purchase. A spear-like leg dug deep into one of the dragon’s hindlegs, finding bone. Ailmer watched the dragon weaken, the creature suddenly falling to the side when shock started to finally set in. He nervously shifted from his vantage point in the shadows, a powerful internal struggle finalizing with one thought.


I can’t stand by again.


Ailmer lept through the bushes, sprinting up over the battlefield with barely any noise. The spiders twitched, sensing the newcomer. The second was still struggling under the dragon’s paw, thankfully, giving the miller enough time to send his staff in a crushing arc, barely managing to catch one of the free creatures with the blow. The spider hissed from some incorporeal mouth, a terrifying, distorted, unnatural scream. Ailmer barely had time to think before he shoved his hand into a pouch hanging from his belt, grabbing a handful of copper shavings. He deftly hurled them over the creature, that hiss intensifying as it skittered, seemingly blinded as it acted as if the glittering shavings had been acid. Ailmer seized his chance, smashing down on the squirming monster. A sickening crack sounded out and the creature laid still, the underside cracked in several places.


He didn’t have time to duck the next strike. A searing, burning pain brought back far more painful memories that only drove him faster. The spider had free himself when Ailmer had his back turned; he barely managed to keep the spike from jamming lethally into him with a practiced twist. The staff struck back seemingly blindly, but from the cut drooling blood over his shoulder blade he’d placed the creature from his attack alone. His palms ached as the impact of the strike reverberated back through his staff. Ailmer finished his spin, not bothering to reach for the copper, instead opting to bring down full-force overhead blows on the squirming, thrashing crystal spider. The miller yelled out with each blow, denting the caps of his stick, crunching down on the squirming creature until it finally fell still. Ailmer was left panting, huffing powerfully before he drug his stave back, reaching down to drop a pinch of copper onto the still spider. The creature hissed, one last time, it’s legs pulling together and convulsing before finally dropping.


He slowly took his breath back under control, looking around to survey the scene. He counted six more smoldering spiders scattered around the clearing, one more cracked nearly in half by the drake. The dragon was in a sorry state. His hind was obviously broken, and he was bleeding at a very worrying rate. The miller bit his lip, looking over the creature as he slowly approached. Blood was pooling up below him quickly enough that Ailmer had to check to be sure that he was still breathing. At least dragons had plenty of blood to bleed, and it didn't look like the spiders had managed a lucky blow on enough of the dragon’s arteries, but…


He unbuckled his pack, starting to bandage the worst of the wounds. There were plenty of scratches and superficial cuts over the dragon’s bulk, and the mildly poisonous sting on his own back twinged, but triage was a matter of life and death. He managed to staunch enough of the drake's bleeding with what little cloth and uzela leaf he had on him though it did require the sacrifice of his shirt. He managed a splint on the dragon’s leg with a rod and leather, incredibly glad that the dragon was already out for that process. That, however, was another problem. He was passed out cold and he couldn’t stay here. He didn’t have the supplies to fix the dragon up, not here. They both needed assassin grass to neutralize their wounds and crystal demons were the last thing he’d expected to encounter on this side of the mountains. He debated with himself, but the answer had been sealed the moment he’d charged into the clearing. He was already knotting rope between his stave and a sturdy branch long after he’d started rationalizing his decision.


The drake took a bit of careful rolling to settle into the makeshift stretcher. Ailmer allowed himself quite a few words of muttered profanity to make himself feel better about what was going to be a hard trip back. At least the southern drakes didn’t get anywhere near as large as their northern counterparts - this one was only roughly comparable to a mule. He’d be heavy, but Ailmer could manage. His poisoned gash stung painfully, aching already with every step he took, but his adrenaline drove him on. His thoughts settled on his interrupted search and the concerning things he’d actually found.


Dragons and crystal monsters, half a day’s walk from town. Times were exceptionally worse than he’d thought.




***


Assassin grass for crystal poison. Ristram to help the skin heal faster. Meadow amber to help the dragon recover blood. Peppermint, to focus the mind for the next part. Several keen blades, as thin as one can get. Gut and the strongest needle must be kept at hand. Wrame nut, ground, to keep the area numb, lest the dragon turns angry with pain. Water boiled for at least a quarter hour with all the instruments inside. Amber root must be kept close by, ground as finely as possible. Be sure to have a bottle of the tincture of spring apealt, or the strongest white distilled spirit that can be acquired, diluted to one-third in boiled water. The strongest white vinegar will be used as well, diluted to one-hundredth potency for the bandages.


Remembered teachings from a lifetime ago drove him along. He dusted off small bottles of precisely labeled herbs, settling down in front of the dragon. He was taking his life in his hands for this, but there was no other choice; he’d spotted the seed in the largest cut along the dragon’s flank. Assassin grass would be able to handle the rest of the infection, but the urchin would need to be removed, or the drake would be dead in a week even if he healed perfectly. Ailmer shook the cobwebs from his head and began work that he’d thought he’d left behind. 


He worked on the dragon for hours. He used most of the linen he had on him, working through his medical stock and even one of his bedsheets besides the one on the bed he’d laid the dragon out on. His steady hand worked the blade and the needle, stitching the larger wounds and working over the sickening gash on the dragon’s flank. The spider had nearly gotten a crystal onto the bone. That would have been a death sentence for the dragon; there was no way anyone would be able to heal that. Finally, he was left with a passed out, but stable dragon, blood soaking into his clothing and three wickedly sharp, black crystal urchins. Blood dripped off the jagged surface of the wicked crystals, tainted with poisonous ichor. He set them  aside in a sacrificial bottle. He’d have to destroy them in a forge...but for now, he needed a bath and some time to think.


***


The dragon slept for two full days. Ailmer kept a close eye on him, making sure to feed him water and whatever food he could manage in his state. He’d stopped into town to buy more bandages and what little stock of his medical supplies he could find. He’d stopped by to use the smith’s forge to destroy the black crystals, as well; he’d forgotten how terrible the cloud of noxious smoke smelled, but at least it had cleared out after a half hour. He’d earned several choice words and had to promise several favors to the smith to smooth that over. He spent entirely too much time beside the dragon, taking a bit of time off from his usual work to spend a bit more writing near the drake. He buried himself in books he’d not touched for years. He dredged up old memories, and near-forgotten pain. The thought of spiders on this side of the mountain were worrying enough by themselves, but the fact they were so close to the town was mortifying.


At least the dragon was recovering, and quickly at that. It seemed every time he swapped the bandages out, the wounds had shrunk another inch. Even the worst gash on the dragon didn’t look like it would even scar. If only he were so lucky. His own wound ached and itched between applications of crushed assassin grass. He could tell that he’d have a mark from that day for the rest of his life. Ailmer growled slightly to himself as his bandage slipped again. Working in the mirror was hard enough, but did the spider have to cut his back in the most annoying, hardest to reach spot? He sighed a bit as he finally centered the bandage, settling it onto himself for the second time this morning. His eyes traced over several more of the scars decorating his back. He tried to force the stories they told down with a slight sigh.


Suddenly, he noticed the drake stirring in the mirror. He barely had time to get to the bedside before he woke with a deep, angry growl of pain. He started squirming immediately. Ailmer growled, quickly reaching over to attempt to hold the large creature down, pressing into his shoulders. “Stay down, drake, you’re hurt, but you’re safe here. Stay down before you hurt yourself more.” He hissed.


The drake growled and thrashed, looking around the room with confused twitches. Ailmer glanced nervously at the dragon’s grinding teeth while the drake struggled below him. It was incredibly obvious that he couldn’t hope to hold down the dragon and that he’d not even attempted to think about his rash attempt to pin him. His powerful bulk flexed under his hands, the dragon’s warm, smooth scales shifting under him, making it apparent that the only reason that the dragon was staying down was because he wanted to. The drake grumbled, slowly calming himself down, bit by bit. He was panting slightly, still looking around the room, though his motions had shifted from the quick, frightened glances down to a slow evaluation of the room. “What happened?” The dragon rumbled out slowly.


Ailmer blinked slightly when the dragon spoke. “You know Galastrian?” He asked, frowning as he let go of the calming dragon, reaching up to lift a dislodged bandage, “Look at what you’ve done, this one’s bleeding again. What I trust is a long story that I only know the short of, you got in a rough fight.”


The dragon nodded slightly, shifting again in the bed. Ailmer reached up, gathering another bandage off the table to switch the loose one out. spreading on another scoop of ointment. The dragon rumbled appreciatively, nodding slightly. “I’ve picked up some. I think I remember some of the fight. There was a big group of /Rikilinik/.”


Ailmer nodded slowly, taking his time to reply. His hands drifted over the dragon’s scales while he slathered on the ointment. The green drake below him didn’t seem to mind his touch at all. In fact, he could feel the dragon relaxing a bit while the human’s fingers drifted slowly over his hide. Ailmer took the time to examine the rest of his handiwork. Short of the gash that the dragon had split open, the rest of his wounds had healed over with soft black flesh, ready for scales to grow back in. “The rock spiders, you mean? It looked like you’d managed to fend off most of them, but when one of the last couple managed to break your leg you went into shock.”


The dragon blinked, shifting his neck to glance at his hind. “That explains the ache. You saved me, then?” He asked, his eye ridge furrowing slightly, “There are very few humans that can kill the gem monsters.”


A flash of emotion crossed the miller’s face. He nodded slowly, moving to sit down on a chair he’d set by the bed. “I suppose you must have gotten lucky. I was out looking for a raspberry bush to replant here and I’d heard some grew up there. How’s the leg? I know a little first aid and I guess it transfers over to dragon anatomy just fine.” He admitted, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck bashfully.


The dragon slowly flexed his legs, bending the previously broken one slightly back and forth. Aimer could tell that the bone had fused, but it was still a bit weak. The dragon shifted slightly, carefully working his leg. “It feels stiff and the bone aches a bit.” He described, slowly stretching his body to try to find all his semi-healed wounds, “But it doesn’t feel broken.”


Ailmer nodded, stifling a bit of a smile at the dragon’s unintentional compliment to his handiwork. The dragon shifted again, still checking himself over. “So, what’s your name?” He asked.


The dragon glanced up, thinking for a moment. He took his time replying, leaving it up to the human whether he was concocting a false name or simply trying to translate his from the ponderous language of dragonkind. “Beroan. I’ve been called Beroan Longtail.” He rumbled.


“Beroan, then? Good to meet you. I’m Ailmer Inman.” The miller offered, raising a hand out to the dragon.


The dragon looked at his hand curiously, then up at him. He blinked a few times before Ailmer realized that the dragon probably had no idea what the motion meant. Before he could move his hand, however, Beroan pushed his muzzle forward to press his warm snout into Ailmer’s fingers. The human smiled, gently rubbing the dragon’s snout, his muzzle snuffling lightly at the human’s paw. The drake looked up at him curiously, leaving his muzzle in the gentle caress. “This is how it’s done, right?”


Ailmer chuckled, his finger shifting to rub warmly over the dragon’s pointed muzzle, his fingers drifting over the male’s leathery, warm scales. “I suppose so. It’s not quite traditional, but I suppose it’s rather fitting. Well then, Mr. Longtail, what brought you to these parts?”


Beroan swallow, pulling his head back from that hand to glance up at the human. His muzzle twisted into a bit of a frown, the dragon looking off a bit over the human’s shoulder, towards the window. “War. Half of Astal is on fire.”


Ailmer felt his blood run cold. “Gods above. With who?”


The dragon shook his head. “The Ikthil. The stone monsters have been crawling from the woodwork. Their neighbors are trying to attack as well but often end up fighting the Ikthil long before any Astalian. I had been flying for nearly a week.” 


Ailmer bit his tongue, looking down to ponder the news. If there was that much of a horde, it was… Cataclysmic. No one had seen anything like that since the gem wars. He nodded slowly as several things made more sense - late traders, fewer travelers, more military passing through. “That’s… That’s some news. I’m glad I managed to stumble across you when I did. I take it you can’t really go back?”


Beroan nodded sadly, gaing over the hills to the west. “No. Not really.”


Ailmer nodded. “Well, you’re welcome to stay for as long as you like. I’d welcome the company.”


The dragon smiled slightly, nodding gently. “I suppose that might be for the best.”


Ailmer smiled to himself. He was hoping he’d stay around, the dragon seemed nice enough. He’d been getting tired of his solitude as well. “Well, can you stand, and walk, now that you’re up? If it’s possible, it might be best to get you cleaned up a little more. I’ve done the best I could with water and cloth, but there’s really no substitute for a proper bath.” He offered, his eyes glancing over the dragon’s hide - dirt and dried blood caked to his scales here and there.


Beroan smirked a bit, licking his lips slightly as his head turned back to the human. “Of course. I might be a touch slow, but I think my leg can support me. Water would do me good, I think.”


***


The stove certainly didn’t help the early fall heat. Ailmer had to toss his shirt aside while he carted buckets of water from the well to the stove, then to the bath. Bucket after bucket of boiling water slowly filled the tub. Honestly, he was glad it took a bit of time; the work gave him time to think and Beroan needed a bit more time to work the stiffness out of his muscles and eat his way through most of the miller’s pantry. He could have sworn the drake was throwing hungry glances his way as he watched him carry the water. Soon, the bath was mostly full, not bothering to put his shirt back on. “Beroan, it should be about ready.”


The dragon rumbled, padding up slowly. He still ached, obviously, and he took care to keep weight off his injured leg. Ailmer helped him up into the large tub. Thankfully, it was large enough to accommodate the drake, if only barely. Beroan rumbled appreciatively as he sunk into the steaming water. Ailmer watched those scales slowly sink in, the strong body of the large dragon adjusting slowly in the heated water. “Mgh, that feels great…” The drake purred out, his words rumbling like stones grinding against each other.


Ailmer smirked, scooting his stool closer to the tub, lifting a repurposed stove brush to start working over the dragon’s bulk. He’d not really had time to examine the drake before - of course, he’d gotten a good look but the dragon had been covered mostly in bandages. Beroan was a fine specimen of his smaller, southern-continent kin. He rated roughly on the scale closer to the size of a mule than a horse, he wasn’t nearly as large as his tremendous northern brothers. However, he was very fit. Muscle wrapped tightly under his scales and showed off his lack of age. He was obviously young for a dragon, his scales not marred with the unavoidable scarring of long dragon life or dulled with age. He was certainly fully grown, but he had the venerable hundreds of years of lifetime ahead of him. Ailmer whistled as the first stroke of the brush across the dragon’s back cut an obvious trail of polished scale across the soot-dulled hide of the dragon. “You weren’t exaggerating about the fires, were you?” He asked, getting to work scrubbing over the dragon’s tough hide.


Beroan huffed and nodded, the dragon pressing into the stiff brush like a cat getting pet. His emerald scales quickly started to gain back a brilliant luster. Flecks of gold, copper, and other metallic colors scattered over his cleaned scales, giving his hide the illusion of a strangely-colored starscape. “I was not. I have seen a mountain nearly engulfed in fire. But for now...Mngh, right there…”


Ailmer smirked, working the brush over the sides of the base of the dragon’s neck, teasing a few noises of appreciative pleasure out of the male. He took his time working over the dragon’s pliable scales, working as close to the dragon’s wounds as he was able to. Most of the smaller cuts and scratches had nearly healed, the midnight black of the dragon’s skin a welcome change from the wounds that covered him so recently. Beroan hissed slightly while the brush worked along his tail, his namesake wagging slowly, trying to press harder into the brush. Ailmer chuckled, amused by the creature’s reaction, taking extra care to work over that tail. “Alright. Roll over and I’ll get your belly.”


Beroan shifted and did so without protest though it took him a bit to actually work himself around in the tub. Ailmer grinned, starting to work the brush over the dragon’s underside, working the larger, thick, leather-like plates there with the stiff bristles. He couldn’t help his smile widening every time the dragon gave a slight quiver of pleasure when the brush hit a sensitive spot. It took quite a bit of scrubbing to return the sheen to his tan underside. “Mn, I haven’t been pampered like that since… Ever, really. But...” He rumbled, the dragon lifting a lazily drifted eyelid, “I think you may have missed a spot.”


“Oh, have-” Ailmer rumbled before the dragon slowly spread his hind legs, the drake displaying a break in his scales, the large plates arranged around a very obvious pair of vents. The one on top was quite a bit larger than the other, but both were framed by a careful outline of the dragon’s warm, pliable belly plates. The smaller of the two was placed barely above his tailbase, the other cut starting just a few inches above. That vent reached most of the way up the rest of his hips, and even as Ailmer watched, the lips swelled out slightly. The human blinked a few times, taken aback as the dragon blatantly showed off.


No one could avoid the entertaining tavern stories of the unique dragon approach to sex, though it was often distilled down to, “Dragons want the things they want, and they want them now.” He’d certainly heard more than his share of the tales… But his eyes locked on that small, surprisingly interesting pattern of scales that the dragon was so eager to show off. Ailmer couldn’t help himself from licking his lips, his surprise turning his smile into a wry smirk. It had been a long time, with a longer story behind it, but… “I didn’t realize I saved such a dirty drake.”


Beroan gave a slight huff, wiggling his hips slightly from side to side, giving a slow roll of his hips to press his crotch up slightly. “Mn, I thought that was the point of bathing.”


Ailmer leaned in slowly, dropping the brush down onto the floor to slowly scrub over the dragon’s lower belly. His hand slowly stroked warm water back over Beroan’s hips, applying pressure just above that vent, letting the warm water wash over the dragon’s sex. The dragon gave a low rumble of appreciation, though, from the slight tensing of his belly and the clenching of the dragon’s pawtoes, it was obvious that the drake was enjoying the warm touches more than he let on. Ailmer’s tongue darted over his lips again as he teased a quiver and a soft groan out of the relaxing dragon with another slow, teasing rub. The drake squirmed a bit, a hot huff coming from his nostrils. The drake squeezed his eyes shut when Ailmer’s fingers barely brushed over the top edge of his malevent. Ailmer took his time, slowly working his fingers up and down the very top of that vent, grinning to himself as he felt the powerful drake tensing underneath his teasing fingers.


Finally, Ailmer began to tire of the teasing even before the dragon did. His fingers drifted warmly, pressing his palm over the dragon’s warm vent. Beroan let out another soft groan, pressing his hips up to work his vent against the human’s palm. Ailmer chuckled softly, slowly stroking back and forth before shifting back to gently hook a finger just inside the top of that vent, teasing a shiver from the dragon. Ailmer was surprised as his finger was instantly surrounded by the heat inside of the dragon’s tight slit. The lips were warm, but as his finger slipped inside of the dragon’s swollen, slick cloaca, it was suddenly engulfed in heat almost strong enough to be unpleasant. Beroan let out a gasp, the dragon grinding up slowly, his vent flexing slightly, seeming to tug gently on the tip his finger. Ailmer rumbled softly, his other hand slowly stroking over the dragon’s thigh, gently pumping his finger back and forth in the very edge of the dragon’s vent.


His efforts were quickly rewarded. The squirming dragon let out a huff of pleasure, his vent suddenly splitting as a jet black, pointed tip pushed free from his swollen vent. That cockhead throbbed eagerly, complementing Beroan’s rumble while the drake’s erection slowly pushed free. The dragon’s cock was thick and a deep black, the same color as the rest of the drake’s flesh. Ailmer kept slowly working the top corner of the dragon’s stretching vent while the drake’s erecting shaft began to press against his finger, the thick cock relaxing over the back of his hand as it extended. “Now aren’t you a naughty dragon…”


Beroan let out a soft huff and another deep, rumbling purr. He opened one lazily-closed eye to watch his throbbing cock slowly stiffen before he turned that eye to the human. The bipedal creatures had always interested Beroan, and from many he’d seen, Ailmer was quite a good looking one. He was well muscled - fit, but not unhealthily so. He held himself with quiet confidence and all of his motions were very deliberate. That was a fact most certainly not missed on the dragon while his new partner’s fingers work deeper into his untouched, sensitive vent, slowly pressing against the hidden root of the drake’s thick cock. It didn’t take much more teasing until the dragon’s spire was put on full display in the open air.


Ailmer couldn’t help himself but stop to admire that throbbing dragon cock. The large member stood up over his front, the thick cock drooping just a bit over the dragon’s belly. It was jet black, like the rest of the dragon’s flesh, giving a nice contrast to the tiny, shiny bead of pre developing at the very end of his pointed arrowhead tip. The girthy cock flexed every so often, bobbing just a bit with motions from the drake, showing off the pronounced veins of the shaft and a set of three pronounced ridges down the shaft. The cock stretched the dragon’s malevent with its thickness, providing warm pressure on Ailmer’s invading finger. As well, a gentle swell filled out the base of the dragon’s shaft, showing off a beefy knot. The base of that swell nestled nicely into the drake’s warm vent, the very bottom of the curve swelling his stuffed vent out just a touch more. Mercifully, the dragon looked to be almost a finger under a foot with just enough girth that Ailmer’s mind instantly leaped to fantasizing about possibilities. His finger drew back from the dragon’s slit to warmly grasp the base of the dragon’s thick cock, slowly stroking up the underside of the shaft all the way to the very tip. “Mngh, you know this would be a lot easier if you were in here with me.” Beroan rumbled softly.


Ailmer chuckled a bit, his fingers slowly teasing over the dragon’s softer cocktip, slowly squeezing as he fondled over it. A fingertip slowly worked the dragon’s slick precum over his hot cock. The whole length was just as warm as the inside of his vent, and with each pulse of the drake’s strong heart another wave of heat filled the dragon's stiff dick. He didn’t answer instantly, instead drawing out a soft hmmm while his fingers played over Beroan’s excited cocktip. His breeches were tented out, a fact that certainly didn’t escape the dragon’s relaxed, wandering eyes. Even sitting as he was, he couldn’t very well hide an erection hard enough to make his crotch ache. He adjusted himself a bit on the chair to try to relive some of the pressure. “Mn, I don’t want to get my clothes wet.”


Beroan raised an eyeridge before shifting a forepaw slightly, taking a moment to let out a soft sigh of pleasure and arch into the human’s fingers, pressing his cock between them to force them to splay out slightly. He glanced quickly between his paw, then the human, then back...before suddenly sweeping his foreleg, splashing the human from head to toe with a sudden wave of warm water. Ailmer yelped, barely managing to yank his arm up to cover his face. “Hey!”


Beroan smirked playfully, grinning as he watched the soaked human. He shifted a bit in the tub, pointedly humping his hips up slightly. “I said you should take your clothes off.”


Ailmer chuckled, licking his lips as he recovered from his surprise, shaking a bit of water off himself, smoothing his hair back to keep it from dripping down his face. He stood with a grin, amused by the playful dragon’s antics. Well, if he was going to be that way... He rumbled, settling himself right in front of the lounging dragon, letting him lean his head back to watch him upside down. He smirked, leaving his bulge just a few inches in front of the dragon’s snout. “Well then, here you go, horny dragon.” He growled out, pulling the strings of his breeches apart.


Beroan let out a throaty rumble while he watched the human undress. His eyes were both open now, and though lazily lidded in order to try to cloak his kinky interest, he was not going to miss a moment of this undressing human. Ailmer took his time, holding the top of the pants as they loosened before slowly pulling down, leaving the loose waistband cupping the top of his bulge before he let it fall with a shake of his hips. Of course, to the dragon’s disappointment, Ailmer’s generous tent was left confined in his now-damp set of braies. That didn’t stop Beroan in the least, however. With a sudden yelp of surprise from the human, Beroan pushed forward to wrap his nimble tongue around the bulge in front of him, finding and compressing the linen-clad bulge just in time for his muzzle to slip firmly over it. “B-Beroan!” Ailmer stuttered.


Ailmer wasn’t prepared for the view of the drake’s muzzle, full of sharp teeth, suddenly diving forward to wrap around his bulge. He’d barely managed to get his hands down to grip the sides of the drake’s chin before he realized he had nothing to fear. The dragon’s lithe, nimble tongue coiled around his throbbing erection, dragging it further into the drake’s warm, wet muzzle. He had to stop himself from thrusting immediately. He took a short breath, trying to calm himself down a bit as the drake began to eagerly suck and squeeze on his loosely-wrapped bulge. Ailmer bit his lip, rubbing slowly over the underside of the dragon’s chin, gently stroking a few sensitive spots to be rewarded by the feeling of the dragon’s rumbling purr tickling his shaft. “Mngh, you seem to like humans,” he rumbled, pausing for a bit to let Beroan answer with a warm ‘hm?’ from below him, “Kinky dragon…”


Ailmer huffed softly, enjoying the caress for a moment before he held the drake’s head, thumbs stroking over the underside of the drake’s jaw, before slowly pulling his hips back to pull himself smoothly from that hot muzzle. The dragon let out a mild rumble of annoyance with his tongue still tightly wrapped around his clothed cock, trying to tug it back towards his muzzle until it finally slipped off. “Give me just a second, Beroan, I’m not taking your toy away…” He rumbled out, giving a warm stroke along the dragon’s chin. 


It didn’t take him long to tug his undergarments down, finally freeing his already-damp shaft. His more than modest erection, just a hair under 7 inches, couldn’t compare with the Beroan’s spire in either size or form but it was still plenty enough and just as exotic to the dragon as Beroan’s textured cock was to him. It was Ailmer’s turn to growl as he pushed his hips forward into the eagerly waiting muzzle of the dragon. The feeling of the dragon’s slick tongue added to the surprising internal heat of the drake’s muzzle. Ailmer couldn’t help but huff out hotly, groaning in pleasure while Beroan eagerly suckled on the offered shaft. His hands returned to stroking his partner’s warm, soft chinscales, teasing more pleasant rumbled out of the eager dragon. “Mngh, there you go.”


He couldn’t help himself but thrust slowly back and forth, enjoying the unique feeling of the dragon’s hot muzzle. The dragon’s maw was hot, a warmth that barely avoided passing the threshold into discomfort. The flesh inside was soft, and the drake knew how to use it, too. Every so often, between long, slick squeezes over the shaft with his prehensile tongue Beroan worked his cocktip along the ridged top of his muzzle, teasing a shiver out from his partner. Ailmer worked himself slowly back and forth, taking his time to enjoy the dragon’s muzzle...but his eyes kept drifting back up to the dragon’s thick rod bobbing between his legs. As pre welled up at the tip, slowly dripping onto his belly, Ailmer slowly pulled back from the dragon’s muzzle. The dragon protested, pushing himself forward in the tub to try to keep his slick tongue squeezing over that cock for as long as he could. Ailmer was sure to watch that black tongue squeeze slowly at his now glistening cock for a bit before finally pulling all the way back, the cooler air of the room quite different compared to the dragon’s heat. “Mnf, I wasn’t done with that.” The green drake protested.


Ailmer chuckled walking slowly around the tub, admiring the drake the whole time. Even as hungrily as his eyes drifted over the dragon’s body, he made sure to go slowly, teasing a hand warmly along his front the whole time. He ignored the dragon’s lazy protest for a bit to stroke along his belly. Beroan squirmed slightly, the dragon glad that he was too relaxed to do something about the teasing. He was enjoying the heated water far too much to attempt to pull on the human and possibly risk exposing any more of himself to the cooler, wicked air. He didn’t need to wait long, however. Ailmer was excited and nearly as eager as the drake. His hand traced over the dragon’s belly a bit faster than it had earlier, pausing as his fingers teased over the spot collecting the dragon’s hot, sticky pre. Ailmer rumbled softly, gently fondling over that slick spot while he slowly lifted himself to climb into the tub. Beroan rumbled, licking his lips slowly as he watched the miller climb in, shifting his tail a bit to let the male crouch down over his tail.


His eyes focused on the human’s strange bits. The brightly colored flesh was exotic to the dragon, especially with that pouch beneath...He’d only managed to slip his tongue around that a few times, and he certainly made a mental note to give them more attention in the future. He was knocked out of his fantasizing when Ailmer settled in over his tail, his hand suddenly coming up off his belly to wrap his palm warmly around the dragon’s throbbing tip. Beroan groaned softly as dexterous fingers wrapped over his tip, squeezing and working over his sensitive tip in a way he’d never been able to replicate with his paws. He couldn’t help a shiver from traveling down his spine or his shaft from rewarding the action with a messy spurt of slickening precum. “Mn, but I think I still have that spot to clean.”


Ailmer’s heart pounded in his chest. He squirmed a bit while the dragon let him settle down on that tail, Beroan’s warm, thick tailbase pressing up between his legs. He managed to crouch himself down comfortably on the big male. He took a moment to appreciate the view of his own shaft resting against the underside of the dragon’s tail before he grabbed the drake’s cock. His sudden attention was rewarded with a whine of pleasure and a squirm from the dragon and a sudden pulse of the drake’s thick, hot pre. He grinned, slowly pressing himself down against the dragon just a bit. It was his turn to shiver as he suddenly felt his naked tip slip over the dragon’s tailvent. He gasped, reflexively, with the unintentional press against Beroan’s heated tailhole. He suddenly expected the dragon to bite his head off with the sudden invasion. However, the dragon simply moaned out a little bit, pulling his forepaws back against his torso. He looked almost doglike with his forepaws pulled back though his hips pressed back up against the human straddling him. Ailmer bit his lip slightly, an idea coming to mind.


His hands switched on the dragon’s thick cock - his free hand coming up to stroke slowly along the dragon’s ridges while the other came back, slowly spreading the dragon’s heated precum over his own cock. He shared in the dragon’s shiver of pleasure this time, the feeling of the drake’s sticky, slick precum over his shaft as titillating to him as his fingers playing over the dragon’s sensitive ridges obviously were to the squirming drake. Ailmer couldn’t help himself from biting his lips as he slowly pressed forward, his fingers pressing on the top of his cock to guide it along. He let out a soft pant as his head pressed against the dragon’s vent, watching the drake’s reaction. “Mnh, Beroan… May I?”


Beroan groaned out, looking up with a pant. His thick cock flexed, pressing into Ailmer’s hand, the dragon nodding slowly. His eyes were locked on the human’s shaft teasing his tight hole, the dragon narrowly resisting humping up against him. “Dirty human...Please…” He rumbled out.


Ailmer nodded softly, his hand shifting to simply hold the dragon’s base while he angled forward. He let out a hot gasp as his tip popped into the dragon’s tight rump, aided by the dragon’s own slick pre. Ailmer let out a huff, slowly lifting himself up to press further forward. Beroan was nearly scorching inside, just barely approaching too hot. Though, the sensation was anything but unpleasant. Ailmer found himself shuddering in pleasure as he sunk inch after inch of his shaft into the dragon’s tight ass. He managed a few strokes along the throbbing spire in front of him while he pushed inside. The drake was surprisingly tight. He’d expected differently considering the drake was quite a bit bigger than he was, but it took a bit of effort to actually push himself into that tight tunnel. The walls hugged tightly around his shaft. His position forced him to lean forward while he sunk in, his panting breaths echoing the dragon’s shivering moan when he finally hilted himself inside his partner. He set a hand next to the dragon’s vent to brace himself, looking back to the dragon before a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Ooh, that feels good, Ail…” 


“This might feel better.” Ailmer replied, cheekily.


Beroan didn’t have the time to glance up before his eyes shut with a sudden moan of pleasure. Ailmer had pulled his cock back slightly, his fingers still teasing along the topside of the dragon’s shaft… While his tongue worked warmly over the tip of the drake’s heavy cock. Beroan shuddered, tensing up below the human while he ground back up against him eagerly. The dragon’s thick cock pulsed gently in the human’s hand while Ailmer slowly worked his tongue over the tip, but the insistent hips underneath him didn’t let him forget about the tight tunnel he was hilted in. “Mngh, there we go, naughty dragon…” He panted out, his voice trailing off while he started to pull back.


Beroan let out a soft huff, his hips pressing back up against the retreating cock - trying to force it right back in. Ailmer was barely able to hold himself back when the dragon begged, but he managed to hold onto his wicked teasing for just long enough to nearly pull himself free. His tip pulled gently at the dragon’s vent...before Ailmer huffed hotly over the drake’s tip, plunging himself back in.


Water sloshed underneath them, splashing over the drake’s already-slick form, to bead up in glistening pearls over his scales. They both were left panting for a moment, before Ailmer finally recovered, slowly getting used to the dragon’s heat. He shifted slightly to get a bit of footing against the wall of the tub..before he started to thrust himself back and forth. Beroan let out a whimper, grinding himself eagerly into his thrusts with significantly less controlled, jerky motions. His entire body was tensed, his cock throbbing and drooling thick strands of precum while he begged for more. His breaths came in short, eager pants, his words stuck in his throat as his tongue lolled out of his muzzle slightly. Ailmer huffed, his tongue teasing over the big tip of the dragon’s cock while he worked himself quickly into the dragon. “Mngh, you really are the naughtiest dragon I’ve ever seen.” He managed to pant out.


If it were possible for the dragon to blush, he would have been cherry red. As such, Ailmer could only spot the barest tint of red on the dragon’s cheekscales, though his shivering and the small noises of needy pleasure he made his thoughts clear as day. However, he couldn’t really ponder the dragon’s embarrassment as the intense pleasure shooting through him kept him occupied. His tongue slathered the dragon’s tip in attention between pants. That large spire throbbed and flexed, rock hard against his palm, as the productive dragon dripped precum between small spurts, usually accompanied with low, eager moans. Ailmer shuddered, his pace speeding up as he thrust into the dragon. The heat and the drake’s tightness didn’t let Ailmer control himself for long, especially after the dragon’s tongue had nearly put him on edge. He opened his mouth to warn the dragon underneath him, before the dragon gasped, interrupting with, “A-ai-Ail!”


Beroan punctuated his exclamation with a powerful flex. The sudden tightness around Ailmer’s cock sent him right over the edge, barely allowing for him to press as far into the dragon as he could. His balls ground against the heated scales underneath the dragon’s vent as they pulsed at the same time. Ailmer’s first shot poured his seed deep into the dragon, while Beroan’s orgasm poured out of his prodigious cock, splashing across Ailmer’s face before he could pull away. They both shuddered, pressed tightly together while they rode each other out. Ailmer shuddered, his cock shooting his load deep into the horny dragon, the hot tunnel tensing and relaxing around his shaft. Beroan was decidedly messier. His shaft flexed against the hand holding it, pumping thick shots of sticky dragoncum across his front, splashing over his chestscales. One particularly strong shot even splashed over his neck, painting the tan scales there while he roared out in pleasure.


Finally, they both began to calm down. Ailmer throbbed inside of the slowly relaxing dragon, giving a little gasp whenever the male’s tunnel squeezed down. Beroan slowly began to relax again, his chest heaving as he tried to recover his breath. That was a herculean task for the green dragon, considering every time he was close, another stroke of Ailmer’s hand along his hypersensitive, post-orgasmic cock nearly sent him right back to his panting. “Shards, Ail…”


Ailmer looked up, teasing a single finger over the very tip of the drake’s semi-hard shaft to tease another pleasant wiggle out below him. The motion did backfire with a reflexive clinch teasing a shivering groan out from the human. “Mnf… Beroan, you naughty drake, it seems like this bath served only to make you dirtier.”


The dragon’s muzzle split with an amused grin. “Ail, I am going to have to blame your… mnf, unorthodox technique.” He managed to pant out.


Ailmer rumbled softly, relaxing forward. The drake’s shaft throbbed warmly against his chest, his own shaft tightly hugged by the dragon’s tight warmth. He smirked up at the drake, their words left by the wayside at least in the afterglow, as they simply enjoyed each other. Ailmer’s eyes took the time to stare into the green dragon’s turquoise eyes, the color suddenly bringing back difficult memories. However, one thought filled his mind.


I won't stand by again.