"...Yes, that's about right. Though...it's missing a little something."

"What do you think it's missing, Master Elias?"

"Just Elias. Hmm...you didn't quite add in the correct measurement of Morning Dew."

"A-Ah...I'm sorry, M-- Elias."

"It's alright. Let's start from the beginning."

Elias didn't really know much about apprenticing-- the barely legal anthropomorphic dragon was his first, in fact-- so it seemed only logical for him to teach the male in the same way he'd been taught himself...slowly, and methodically, with a little bit of social skills interspersed. At least, that's how he wanted it to go.

Everything would have been easier if he hadn't fucked his apprentice.

Koun's awkwardness was obvious to Elias, even if the magus was a little clueless about emotions. He could, at the very least, tell when a situation was 'tense', or was intended to feel that way. The furred dragon often fleetingly glanced at him whatever chance he got, and kept his distance if Elias got too close sometimes. Though, it didn't seem to be out of fear, as Elias might have initially have assumed...instead, it was as if he were holding himself back, though it was purely speculation on Elias's part. The dragon's awkwardness, however, was noticeable, and the magus responded in kind by, well, doing nothing different. In his eyes, he'd done nothing wrong...at least, he thought so.

He watched as the dragon meticulously moved around the little kitchen table and towards the counters around the edge, emptying the contents of the pestle into the sink and thoroughly washing the interior to clean it of any residue. Around them, a couple of little spirits tittered and talked amongst themselves in a language only they understood. Elias did too, to a degree, but only the basics-- at the very least, he could tell they were amused at his apprentice's failure. Elias would have normally shooed them away, but Koun needed their aid, as most magus did, to help supplement the necessary magic to bind the concoction. That's what brought out the medicinal effects of the remedy; without their help, it would just be a sludge of ingredients.

As Koun cleaned up, Elias slowly worked on placing out the ingredients once more-- Koun was already good at preparing herbs and reagents, it was just his skills in making the remedies that were lacking, so the magus figured it'd be good to cut down on time. As he worked, he occasionally flicked his gaze up to watch the dragon from a distance with his beady little dots for eyes, housed within sunken eye sockets belonging to a bare, canine-shaped frame. Koun looked...remarkably interesting today. The boy had opted for a strangely formal attire, as if he was in the presence of authority-- though that technically wasn't wrong. A shirt adorned his slim frame, coupled with a pair of trousers similar enough to Elias's own that the magus thought, if only for a moment, that his apprentice might have been copying him. There was a strangely casual look to the attire, however-- the rolled-up sleeves, loosened top button, the lack of a tucked-in shirt...despite Koun's usual attentiveness to detail, he had been sloppy with dressing formally. The mismatch was confusing to Elias in a way that kept making him think about it. The question, however, wasn't why he looked like that, but why Elias was so interested-- the magus was just as clueless to his own emotions as he was to Koun's thoughts and feelings, such was his nature.

Koun slowly moved back towards the table, his gaze flicking from Elias's intense stare and back down the table, watching the centuries-old man work. Elias was meticulous and methodical, moderately paced and quiet in his efforts. He knew Koun admired it about it, if only because the dragon was often so vocal about it, as well as vocal about his gratefulness for being 'adopted' and made an apprentice...though Elias had no intention, at least no yet, or revealing his motives behind that.

"...There," Elias muttered. "Now, come around here, and we'll go through it again."

"Y-Yes, Elias." Koun rounded the table and the tall magus stepped to the side, allowing him to fill the newly occupied space. He stepped behind the dragon as Koun moved and the light-scaled reptile's face flushed as he reached up to slowly run a hand through his own pastel blue hair, a typical coping mechanism for his nerves. Elias watched from above, his towering frame tall enough for his skull head to easily pass Koun's pointed ears, and he raised his hands to place them on his apprentice's shoulders as Koun carefully played out the first of his instructions-- Elias didn't need to run those first ones by him again, considering how many times the dragon had tried, and failed, to make a remedy thus far, after the past 2 days of teaching.

"Is this right?" Koun asked timidly, and Elias's hum of approval was all he needed to keep going, though his shoulders were rigid and his breathing sharp and quick. Elias couldn't quite identify anything other than nerves from his apprentice, only really recognising the symptoms via his clenching shoulders and the quickened heartbeat he felt thudding against his fuzzy flesh. An awkward silence soon followed as Koun continued, neither of them saying anything for what felt like an agonising amount of time to Koun, but was barely any time to the older magus.

"...You're almost at the step," Elias remarked quietly, his gaze flicking from the pestle to the tittering spirits lingering nearby. "We shall require your aid again, Nymph."

"If you pay the toll." She replied so matter-of-factly, swimming through the air and circling around Koun's head. The dragon slowly raised his hands and cupped his palms, and the little woodland sprite, barely bigger than his first and covered head to toe in little grassy leaves, descended into his hands and sat against his fur in a deliberately seductive pose. Koun slowly closed his eyes and muttered under his breath, and the sprite took in a breath and sighed-- she began to faintly glow, and Elias's hands squeezed against his apprentice's shoulder, both to encourage him and also to settle his own nerves...though he had no idea he was even nervous to begin with.

The glow of the fae's body slowly dwindled after a while, and as Koun moved his hands to the side, the remedy within the pestle beneath him hummed with magic, once a dull blue and now a vibrant green. The paste that Koun had made in the bowl was slowly spooned into a vial by his own hands, and a small amount of water of added before it was mixed with a thin wooden dowel, to separate the mixture. Then came the finishing touch; a dash of an uncommon herb that was notoriously difficult to measure, simply due to how light and airy it could be. It was often where Koun messed up, though not for lack of trying; gauging how much to use was down to experience-- which Elias's apprentice unfortunately lacked.

"I-Is this the right amount?" Koun hesitated to place into the vial what Elias would have considered a small sprig-- the recipe called for a 'sprig' of sorts, that much was true, but it didn't exactly go into detail on how much that was. Elias hummed what could best be described as an agreement, and in the wake of his master's near-silence, Koun hesitantly dipped the herb into the vial, pushing it down with a dowel so that it fully submerged in the water. There was a moment of pause as the mixture fizzled and bubbled, before its hue shifted from a bright green to a warm teal colour. Koun's face brightened, and Elias leant forwards, taking the vial between two fingers and carefully examining the contents.

"It's not perfect...but it's acceptable," Elias put a hand on the dragon's shoulder and Koun looked pleased with himself, glad he'd done something right. Just as quickly as he'd brightened, however, his smile faded and his expression twisted into something that Elias didn't understand.

"Um, Ma-- Elias, I..." The dragon squirmed on the spot. "I know I've been avoiding you a little bit recently."

"...Yes, I had noticed." Elias nonchalantly agreed, but didn't really elaborate further and bore Koun with an intense gaze.

"I, well, I was a little embarrassed about...before," He began. "But, I've been thinking we could...try it again? Maybe?"

"...Ah. You mean that." Elias understood now, especially from Koun's words. He slowly put the vial back down on the desk and turned his head slightly to glance at the nearby fae, who watched but said nothing, either giggling amongst themselves or covering their mouths-- to them, the scene before them was hilarious, but that was only because they were silently mocking the half-fae, half-human creature before them...or the both of them, rather.

Wordlessly, the skull-faced man grabbed Koun by the upper arm and pulled him, albeit gently, towards him, before stepping to the door leading out into the hallway. Their housemaid, Silky, hovered by the closet close to the front door and peeked out from behind the opened wooden door, glancing at the two of them before turning her attention back to her cleaning. Elias barely even registered her presence as he led Koun over to the stairs, guiding him to the upper floor. His apprentice more or less dutifully followed, but it was more like he allowed himself to be dragged upstairs by Elias's hands, and after a handful of moments they stood in front of the doorway to Elias's room...the place where they were first intimate.

The room was quiet and empty, but it was about to be loud, and noticeably so. The magus pulled and tugged Koun until he hovered by the edge of the bed, and when Elias put a hand on Koun's chest to push him back, the apprentice hesitated-- he seemed interested, but he was hesitant, for reasons the tall mage couldn't understand. However, Elias's insistence made him falter and he succumbed to his teacher's whims, leaning back onto the bed, where he laid down against the downy covers, shuffling backwards until his feet lifted from the floor.

Elias didn't know why he was doing this. He was driven by something he couldn't quite describe, something deep within him that twisted and encouraged his actions. Each little tug of his hands, the way Koun reacted to his touch, stirred a trickle of something pleasant, something that made him want to keep going. His hands moved from Koun's body to his own and he loosens his bolo tie, pulling it over his head and placing it on the end table. He doesn't hesitate to start unbuttoning his shirt and Koun's gaze moved from Elias's slowly revealed chest, back up to the magus's face. His master was still staring at him as intently as before, despite his dexterously moving hands.

"W-What're you doing, Elias?" Koun asked quietly, causing the man to pause.

"...We're about to have sex." Elias said it so bluntly that Koun almost did a double-take, and his cheeks visibly flushed. Before, Elias had barely been all that responsive or even knowledgable...seeing him like this now was like talking to an entirely different person. The dragon started to stammer, but it quickly dwindled out as the last button of the magus's shirt was popped and he pulled the hem out from his trousers, letting his shirt part completely to reveal his purple, athletic, tall frame. Koun expected him to start removing his pants next, but he instead leant to the side, returning to that same little end table...and from there, he pulled open the small drawers, reaching for something inside. The sheepish dragon was curious, but realised he was overdressed-- though still apprehensive to continue, he started to unbutton his own shirt and quickly shrugged it off, revealing his two-toned fur beneath; his chest and stomach were a shade matching his hair, whilst the rest of him was white.

"I've been reading some books on the subject," Elias continued as he straightened up, revealing what had been hidden in the draw. "I thought you might like this."

Koun wormed himself out of his shirt completely, just in time for his gaze to move from his master's ridiculously attractive body to what was in his hands, and he gulped nervously at the sight. There, in Elias's grip, was a distinctly large, flesh-coloured dildo-- it had to be at least a good 9 inches or so in length, though it looked a little smaller than one might expect in Elias's large hand. He slowly turned on the spot towards his apprentice and Koun shrank a little in his seat, his loins tingling with a mixture of arousal and nerves.

Koun didn't have to ask, and by extension, Elias didn't have to elaborate-- the implication of what he was holding, and where it was going, was obvious. The magus tossed it to the bed and returned to the end table to retrieve a small bottle of lube, joining it with the sex toy on the bed. Koun scooted back further, but that just gave Elias better access; those gloved hands grabbed the hem of his apprentice's pants and pulled, the thin waistline passing over Koun's lithe hips and down his legs with ease, catching and pulling the underwear along with it. The furred dragon's genitals, humanoid in shape, were very easily exposed-- it was already half-hard and twitching, betraying the dragon's clear arousal.

Slowly, Elias moved towards the edge of the bed and climbed up, taking the lube first with one hand as he dropped his apprentice's pants to the floor. He squirted the lube onto two of his gloved fingers and drifted it down as he placed the bottle aside, using his now free hand to move and adjust the dragon's legs so he could get access to what lay beneath. He wasted no time in delving his fingers between the dragon's cheeks, and Koun immediately tensed up and sucked in a breath as the digits pushed and penetrated his ring, sliding inside without hesitation. The sensation that wrapped around his digits made him pause, and the tickling feeling that rushed up his spine and down into his loins made him want more. Koun groaned quietly under his breath, pre-cum already oozing and trickling from the end of his average-sized half-hard cock, and as those fingers plunged deeper his member reacted, rapidly reaching full mast under his assault. The deeper those fingers sunk, the better it felt, but the more apprehensive Koun felt at the same time, to the point where he reached out to curl his hand around Elias's forearm, unsure whether to push him back or pull him in.

He roamed inside him for barely a handful of moments, and in Elias's eyes it was practical, to a point-- dubious as the consent was, it was clear the magus fully intended on making use of that toy, and of Koun by extension, but it was a mystery as to what drove him...though the dragon was pretty sure he had an idea. With a final flex of his two digits, he withdrew his fingers and quickly replaced them with the end of the flesh-coloured dildo. It wasn't even remotely smeared with lube, but Elias quickly remedied that by slowly and quietly taking the bottle with his other hand and trailing a thin line of the translucent fluid along the length of it, from tip to base. Placing the bottle down, he hooked his hand under one of Koun's knees and lifted it up, nudging the dildo against his behind with the other, letting the tip tease and press against his entrance. Despite the dragon's unease, his tight little ring loosened under the pressure, inevitably allowing it to slide inside.

It was definitely around the same size as Elias, yet Koun somehow knew, on an instinctual level, that it was entirely different. As the dildo plunged deeper, the furred dragon did his best to relax himself, curling his toes and sighing through gritted teeth as he relaxed his muscles and allowed them to slide deeper. It rubbed with a sensitive spot inside him and his stiff cock twitched upwards, lifting from his stomach for barely a moment or two before flopping back down, splattering little dribbles of pre-cum against his stomach. Elias's gaze raked across him with what Koun thought might have been hunger, but it was always impossible to really tell what his master was thinking-- he was pretty sure, however, that the man was aroused; in his compromising position, Koun could easily make out the outline of his master's erection running down his inner thigh, still housed within his pants.

"Does that feel good?" Elias asked, his skull mouth opening up slightly, his fleshy tongue revealing itself but not moving. Koun glanced from his master's face down to his own crotch, before he squirmed in a mixture of embarrassment and bashfulness. He nodded and averted his gaze, and encouraged by his agreement, Elias pushed the dildo deeper, barely an inch or two, before he slid it back towards its humanoid tip. He held it there for a moment before plunging down again, letting it sink deeper once more, and in response Koun groaned quietly under his breath, stimulated by the silicone rubbing against his prostate.

Though Elias had a clear intention to use the dildo, his impatience became obvious when he started to thrust the dildo a little faster, before eventually withdrawing it completely. It was hard for Koun to tell whether he had used it purely for a warm-up or something else entirely, but when the magus moved up on the bed and towered over Koun's lither, smaller frame, it became clear it was too pent up, too aroused to let it go on for much longer. Pressing himself down against the plush covers, Koun stared up at the magus and watched as Elias's red dot eyes took in the sight of him, naked and exposed. The dragon instinctively had spread his legs to allow his master closer, but Elias was still woefully overdressed for what he wanted to do. Koun wanted to take the initiative to unbutton his master for him, but when he moved his hands, the skull-faced man moved a hand to grab one of his wrists, pinning it to the bed. Koun sucked in a breath, a tingle of desire running up his spine, and he reached as Elias's other, free hand moved down towards his own crotch, the gloved fingers slowly yet easily popping the button of his trousers.

Elias's heavy breathing, though it was perhaps a bit closer to snarling, betrayed his lust, though the magus was still mostly clueless as to his own emotions. His body, however, more or less moved on its own, and with a delved hand he pulled his cock free, the twitching 8 or so inches of purple meat exposing itself to the air. The foreskin was already peeled back and the darker shaded head twitched and throbbed with clear arousal, already oozing pre-cum. Elias shuffled, using his hand to angle his cock down, and the loosening of his trousers caused them to fall past his hips and towards his knees, exposing him further. His boxers still clung to his body, tucked beneath his heavy, purple balls, but he cared little for where they were or how they constrained him-- driven purely by feeling alone, Elias directed his cock down and pressed the head of it to Koun's already lubed-up hole. He gave his apprentice little to no warning and pushed, quickly and roughly entering him as the dragon took in a breath and rolled his head back, groaning quietly.

The pulsing heat of the dragon's insides was more than enough to stir Elias's carnal instincts, but even at that moment he retained a shred of gentleness. He pressed forwards until the entirety of his cock stuffed itself deep into Koun's tight ass, and for a moment he settled there, dragging his head back up to the dragon's other wrist so that he could pin it down and keep him there, for as long as he wished. The dragon's gaze flicked downwards to meet Elias's intense stare, his skull mouth still ajar as the hot breath of his lust wafted against Koun's face, and the dragon shivered, his innards reflexively squeezing and milking that throbbing, twitching cock. Elias let out something akin to a groan and pulled back, withdrawing slightly with a noticeably audible squelch, before he thrust forwards again, pushing until his balls slapped against his apprentice's spread-eagled backside.

Neither of them spoke, nor did they have to. With each thrust, Koun groaned and Elias huffed with a deep and powerful pant as he fucked and dominated his apprentice, ploughing his ass over and over. Koun didn't really need any words of approval, for his master's lust hung so heavy in the air that he could almost taste it, and it threatened to suffocate him. Elias kept his gaze fixed on the dragon's twisted, pleasured expression as he thrust harder and faster over time, rapidly picking up speed in a way that Koun wasn't expecting-- was the magus really pent up, or was he just moving based upon Koun's expression? Regardless, the dragon didn't mind it-- in fact, the speed and roughness of his thrusts were bringing the dragon closer to the brink than he initially thought, each pound of those hips, along with the milking of his prostate combined with the way he was dubiously held down all served to rapidly draw him to orgasm in a way he couldn't quite vocalise in time. Elias barely registered as his apprentice climaxed, continuing to piston his powerful hips as the dragon shuddered and spurted strings of seed across his fuzzy stomach.

Elias's rapid bucking reached something of a peak and remained there for a time, thrusting with reckless abandon as his fingers curled and gripped to Koun's wrists, the cushioning of the bed making it feel not as harsh or tight as it could be. Even Elias, however, was bound to finish sooner or later, and it turned out it was more the former, as opposed to the latter. A warmth flooded Koun's insides in his post-orgasmic bliss in a way that made the dragon's entire body tingle with delight, but Elias continued to thrust despite his orgasm, and the lewd squelching of his cock sliding back and forth around his own cum was undeniably hot. Koun's face flushed with the sound of it and he squirmed, whimpering slightly from the feeling. That little noise was enough to coax Elias into slowing down, and after a few moments, his rapid thrusting eased, inevitably reaching a stop. He kissed his pelvis to Koun's ass and relinquished his hands from the dragon's wrists, moving them to the bed.

"...Sorry." Elias didn't sound particularly remorseful, but the way he stared at Koun made him look like a puppy who'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. The dragon blinked up at him for a moment before reaching up, touching his hand to the side of Elias's face, that skull still wide open.

"It's okay, I...um..." Koun averted his gaze. "I liked it."

Elias didn't move for a moment, unsure how to respond, before he abruptly pulled back and eased himself off the dragon, his cock sliding out of him and leaving a gooey mess on the bed in its wake. The magus's cock, covered in a sticky film of seed, hung in the air for a moment before the man turned, taking a seat on the bed. He didn't even bother to dress, at least not for the moment, and Koun shuffled forwards on the bed to sit beside him.

"Um...did you enjoy it?" Koun quietly asked, and Elias turned his head slightly to look at the dragon, closing his mouth.

"...Yes." He replied nonchalantly, which encouraged Koun to scoot a bit closer.

"I could, uh...help you clean up?" He suggested, his face burning with embarrassment at asking. Silence met his words once more and it made the dragon feel uncomfortable.

"Okay." Elias eventually replied, and the dragon's face brightened, though it was more from bashfulness than anything else. Slowly, the dragon moved from the bed onto his knees, moving into position to pleasure his master once more.