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DescriptionPulzma, a veteran in combat, and a stern dragon in personality, is haunted by unclean desires. How can he, a respectable dragon, ever lay with another male? His troubles seem to head into thick waters. Surprised by his flock-mates with a relaxing night at a brothel, he meets a soft, delightful consort that challenges his perceptions and forces him to open up fully, to fears and pleasures alike, in ways he never felt ready for…


In this sequel, Pulzma is further drawn into accepting who he truly wishes to be by mating with Shaelran for the first time!



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D) Get a :iconkuribon: art + story combo priced around 650. Payable in installments. ", "writing": "Previous part ---> https://www.sofurry.com/view/2151798\n\nStory Description:\n\nPulzma, a veteran in combat, and a stern dragon in personality, is haunted by unclean desires. How can he, a respectable dragon, ever lay with another male? His troubles seem to head into thick waters. Surprised by his flock-mates with a relaxing night at a brothel, he meets a soft, delightful consort that challenges his perceptions and forces him to open up fully, to fears and pleasures alike, in ways he never felt ready for...\n\nIn this sequel, Pulzma is further drawn into accepting who he truly wishes to be by mating with Shaelran for the first time!\n\n*\n\n\n\n\"Hrrff....mmrrhhhh....\" Pulzma panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It had been a minute or two since his first release into another male's gullet, yet the aftermath of such an intense experience still strangled him with a state of shocked disbelief. His prostate ached fiercely, a dull, throbbing reminder of just how hard he had climaxed. The ground beneath his still twitching penis had been soaked in semen, the evidence of his unrestrained lust clear in the splotches and splatters that marred the once pristine floor. The sight of his own seed everywhere painted a messy picture of where his instincts could lead in their unrestrained state. Some would call this satisfaction. Other skeptical, pragmatic individuals, would have other opinions. Shame, guilt, perhaps even disgust at such thorough absence of restraint.\n\nAs Shaelran licked his lips, swallowing the last remnants of his essence. Pulzma had yet to figure in which school of thought he belonged. The thick rivulets of semen dribbling down his partner's chin, mixing in with the pre that clung to his smooth hide like sticky water, stirred feelings of both admiration as well as disgust.\n\n\"I swallowed as much as I could,\" Shaelran said softly, purring, voice tinged with both satisfaction and an odd note of shyness. His snout, wet and sticky, glistened in the dim light of the chamber's fire crystals, perfectly angular...too beautiful to be stained so.\n\nPulzma looked around at the mess they had made, and immediately, like those repeating stings in his prostate, a wave of regret washed over him. \"I am....sorry for flooding you so thoroughly...Your beauty deserves better than be covered in wanton lusts.\"\n\n\"Be at peace, for the only harm done is to your essence,\" the brown male licked his snout clean. \"Your seed is strong, and pure, fit to birth many eggs when spilled in proper place.\"\n\n\"How long have I withheld myself, before...\" the purple dragon rumbled...\"before I let go?\"\n\nHe moved to clean Shaelran's snout with his own tongue.\n\nBut Shaelran pulled back, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. \"I can do that myself. There is no need for the patron to bother himself with the results of his passions.\" Shaelran said. He began to lick at his own snout yet again, his tongue darting out to catch the trails of semen that clung to his lips, but there was a clear reluctance in his movements, something he was trying to hide.\n\nPulzma's brow furrowed with concern. \"Allow me aid,\" he insisted, his voice firm but softening with concern. He moved closer, not allowing Shaelran to escape his gaze. \"I insist.\"\n\nShaelran hesitated, his head darting away. \"It is no bother, truly, I--\"\n\nPersistent in his approach, Pulzma wormed his way around, cornering Shaelran gently but firmly. The brown dragon finally relented, sitting back on his haunches. As he did, Pulzma's eyes widened in shock. Shaelran's cock cage dripped with pre, the tip of his member thrumming hard against the confining metal. He stared, transfixed, his heart racing with renewed enthusiasm as he took in the sight before him. Such lustful rage, rattling against a tiny, delicate cage. Though small enough to contain his delicate sheath without obstructing movement, the cage Shaelran wore proved of intricate design, made of thin metal bars that encased the front half of his sheath and surrounded the base of his plump testicles. He didn't seem discontent to wear it. Should the cage constrict or hamper lusts, he wouldn't have throbbed so.\n\nAnd so, the rivulets of pre-seed dripping from Shaelran's tip, the way his erection strained against the cage, sent a shiver arousal through Pulzma's body.\n\nWithout thinking, he reached a paw toward the cage, his instinct to set Shaelran free overwhelming his sense of caution. \"How better it would be, if you were free,\" he growled softly. \"May I?\"\n\nShaelran hissed defensively, drawing back, shaking his head. \"No,\" he said firmly, his eyes filled with determination. \"You mustn't.\"\n\nPulzma paused with his paw hovering in the air. Concerned, he watched as Shaelran's spaded tip widened and twitched with every throb. A thick drop of pre-seed emerging from Shaelran's urethra made Pulzma's prostate tighten with lust. Recent release turned that into sharp daggers, leading to a hiss of pain escaping his lips.\n\n\"How long... have you been caged?\"\n\nThe brown male tucked his wings at his sides, tail moving to protect his exposed member. \"I've had it on for as long as I can remember,\" he replied quietly. \"I even sleep... with it on me.\"\n\n\"You... sleep with it? How can you stand it?\" Pulzma asked, incredulous.\n\nShaelran's gaze hardened slightly. \"I've grown used to it. It barely feels like anything anymore.\" The defensive edge in the growl simmering in his throat would've been deterrence enough, and yet...Pulzma had not the heart to sit idly by and just watch.\n\n\"I cannot claim to understand your reasoning, and so I ask. Why would you subject yourself to such torture?\" he pressed. \"How can the same dragon who advocates for giving in to one's lusts cage his own?\"\n\nShaelran snarled with anger and hurt. \"Torture? When your paws tasted the softness of our carpets, and your cock the wanting depths of my maw, was it mistrust that you felt? How easy it is to assume when the heat of concern clouds what is so plain to see,\" his wings fluttered, trembling just like his lips, the dragon's tone tinged with bitterness. \"This cage is part of who I am. It's part of my job. It is my... duty to put your needs above my own!\"\n\nPulzma took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. \"I apologize for rattling you,\" Pulzma lowered himself on his belly t make himself smaller, glimmering eyes filled with genuine regret. \"I didn't mean to judge you. I simply seek to understand. Allow me to take a closer look. Just a brief one. And maybe, indulge me in a sniff. But no touch will be had. Not unless you allow me to.\"\n\nShaelran hesitated at first. Slowly, he nodded, his body tense as he relaxed on his side and exposed his caged member for Pulzma to inspect. The purple dragon lowered his head to the same level as the brown male's sheath and huffed, softly, as he took in the sight, the smells, the entirety of it. Shaelran's sheath was smooth and dark, his emerging erection straining against the confines of the cage. The metal bars were thin but strong, fitting snugly over the front half of his sheath and surrounding the base of his testicles.\n\nPulzma moved closer, drawn by the allure of the configuration of both cock and the metal that caged it, his nose inches from Shaelran's pink tip. He could see the swollen knot at the base, the way it bulged against the metal. Behind, Shaelran's testicles hung heavily, the plump orbs twitching slightly with each throb of his erection.\n\nTo look, to smell, to savor, to devour...Pulzma yearned to do things to that cock. Yet instead, he took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent through a long, shuddering huff. \"Hrrfff...the desire you hold within you,\" his voice wavered under the enthralling wave of stimuli, \"I can smell how much you're holding back. It must be so hard for you to keep such bursting lusts contained...\"\n\nShaelran's eyes narrowed as he picked himself back up. \"Hard? It is indeed hard to understand why my desires must be soothed,\" he snapped. \"You promised a look, yet deliver judgment when it is not your place to do so. I don't need your pity, nor help, if it comes with conditions attached.\"\n\nThe dragon, so serene and peaceful before, shook his head, growled to himself, and began pacing, his movements agitated and restless. His wings twitched with barely contained tension, and his tail flicked back and forth.\n\nPulzma's heart ached at the defensiveness in Shaelran's behavior. He'd seen this all too well among his flock mates. Pride. The undoing of any dragon.\n\n\"I'm not offering pity,\" he said gently. \"What I offer is understanding. I want to help you, not because I think you're weak, but for other reasons. I've grown to... care about you.\"\n\nShaelran continued to pace, his padded paws barely making a sound on the cushy carpets stained with lukewarm semen. His breaths came in sharp, uneven bursts, and though he visibly made attempts to contain his temper, he still struggled to put a cork on his emotions. \"I don't need help. I've managed this long on my own.\" He paused to look at Pulzma, \"Why can't you just accept that? Why can't you...rrrhhhh!\"\n\nShaelran's haunches began to tremble, his wings twitching uncontrollably. A sharp, moaning growl escaped his throat, his body betraying his desire despite his words. \"You still refuse to understand,\" he repeated, almost pleading now. \"This cage... is part of me. It's what keeps me in control. Without it, I... I don't know who I am.\"\n\nWatching in an almost stunned state, with his eager nostrils flaring at the potent scent slipping out of Shaelran's member, the purple male did nothing. He did nothing....even as his own body responded eagerly to the stimulating concoction he breathed. \"You are more than this cage, more than what this establishment crafted you into. You are a dragon of passion and strength, Shaelran. Why let a small instrument crafted by human hands define you?\"\n\nShaelran stopped his pacing, yet still he trembled. Still, he strained. \"I... I can't,\" he whimpered, his voice breaking. \"I can't let go. I....I...must-\"\n\nShaelran's wings twitched again, his haunches trembling as he struggled to contain the pent-up desire that had been locked away for so long. His muscles tightened, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. He tried to hold back, to maintain control, but the strain began to burst from every inch of his tense body. His eyes squeezed shut, and a low, moaning growl escaped his throat as his balls tightened and his member lurched with one sudden spasm.\n\nThe pressure built within him, an overwhelming wave of need and frustration that demanded release. Shaelran's haunches shook violently, his wings flaring out as he fought to keep himself composed. But the intensity was too much, and with a desperate, broken yowl, he began thrusting his caged, leaky need into the air, his lower back arched with the intentions to penetrate, to dominate, to spill his seed!\n\nThree thick squirts of pheromone-rich precum shot from his cock, splattering against the bars of the cage before dripping to the ground. The sound of the fluid hitting the carpet found itself drowned by the dragon's moaning growl. His cock throbbed violently, each pulse sending waves of sticky precum spilling forth in uncontrolled spurts.\n\nPulzma's heart raced, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled all that the pent-up male had to offer. The sight and smell of the thick drops of precum smeared on the cage woven around that spitting cock made his own desire surge, his own cock rising rapidly in response. Covering his erection with a paw, Pulzma forced himself to focus on Shaelran's needs, his concern for the brown dragon overriding his own lust.\n\nShaelran's body slowly began to relax, the initial explosive release giving way to a shuddering aftermath. He seated himself back on his haunches, panted, and waited, breath coming in uneven gasps as he struggled to regain control. His member raged against the bars, leaking its cloudy fluids all over the fine cushions below. \"I... I'm sorry for my weakness. The taste of you, the smell of you, it had awaken desires beyond my grasp.\"\n\n\"Don't apologize for something so natural. Is that not what you told me mere moments ago?\" he said, crawling closer to offer comfort with a gentle nuzzle along Shaelran's shoulder. \"You're not weak for allowing passion to flow through you. Let me do something about the cage, or at least, let me clean it for you.\"\n\n\"You don't have to--\" he started, but Pulzma cut him off with a gentle head bump.\n\n\"I want to,\" Pulzma insisted. \"You cleaned me after I finished. Let me do the same for you.\"\n\nShaelran hesitated, gaze darting away to some of the room's ostentatious decorations. \"There truly is no need. I am capable of doing so myself.\"\n\nPulzma, however, was anything but persistent, cornering Shaelran until the brown dragon finally relented \"Alright,\" he growled softly. \"You may lick me. But pay utmost care not to stimulate my exposed flesh. I mustn't be allowed to release.\"\n\n\"You deserve to sample the pleasures you provide. Why not allow me to-\"\n\n\"Because it would not be right!\" Shaelran hissed sharply. \"The House has rules, Pulzma. There was a time when I... indulged in my own desires. One of my clients, a gryphon...he enjoyed seeing me in pleasure as much as he enjoyed his own. We've lost ourselves to our passions during the mounting, and I... I lost control. He was not ready. He warned me not to, and yet....I tied with him,\" the brown male's snout hung low, wings drooping at his sides. \"Not intentionally, for my control slipped, just like it did now, and yet... my own lust made me reckless.\"\n\n\"He...was not fond of...\"\n\n\"He tensed up and attempted to flee even as seed started leaking from his cock.\" Shaelran shook his head, amber eyes filled with regret. \"The bliss he felt is not the point here. Once, it's a mistake. Twice...that becomes a habit. Pleasure dragons like me must keep our passions caged. Quick release is seen as a lack of control, something most clients despise. They come here to dominate, to assert their will. If our own desires surface, it challenges their dominance. Imagine a client seeking to assert power, only to be touched by cock or have their snout splattered with my seed when all they seek is a lick. It would be a deep, painful gash in their pride.\"\n\nPulzma listened attentively, allowing the weight of Shaelran's words to sink in. \"If what you say is true, then what this place offer is but a sweet delusion. True pleasure can only blossom in the absence of constraints.\"\n\nShaelran shook his head, his silks and jewelry clinking softly with the movement. \"The House didn't see it that way. After that incident, they enforced the cage. It wasn't just for me--it became policy for all pleasure dragons. They believe that if we are focused solely on our clients' needs, we will perform to the highest of standards.\"\n\nThat kind of story put a bitter taste on Pulzma's tongue. \"There is no fairness in such a swift passing of judgment. Why should all have to suffer because of one mistake?\"\n\n\"Most clients don't care, Pulzma. They want to take, to indulge in their fantasies. It's easier for them if we're not distracted by our own desires. It is the way of things.\"\n\nPulzma felt his frustration build. \"I'm not most clients,\" he said firmly. \"I want you to feel pleasure too. I want to share that with you.\"\n\nShaelran looked up, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. \"I appreciate such warmth. More than you know. But... it's not that simple.\"\n\nExtending a gentle paw, Pulzma sought permission from Shaelran. Once he got a slight dip of snout, he brushed the tip against the cage. \"Let me try to set you free. Allow me to show you how much better you can fulfill your purpose if you indulge unshackled by any form of restraint.\"\n\nShaelran hesitated, searching for something, anything that could push him to accept. \"I don't know if I have the strength of will to,\" he admitted. \"I've lived entrapped within many cages for so long. The rules--\"\n\nDetermination hardened the purple male's features upon hearing of those damned rules once again. \"You said it yourself, Shaelran. I'm different. And I'm your client.\" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Shaelran's ear. \"There is nothing that should stop you from heeding my instructions if I order you to submit to me. Is that not the House's rule too?\"\n\nShaelran's eyes widened, shock and arousal flickering across his face. \"Would you...truly?\"\n\n\"On your back,\" Pulzma growled softly, his tone leaving no room for argument. \"Expose yourself to me.\"\n\nWith a shuddering breath, Shaelran obeyed, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs at the whim of his client. The cage's fine craftsmanship glinted in the dim light, with its thin metal bars pressing against the swollen member. Pulzma's gaze roved over Shaelran's exposed form, taking in every detail, from soft padded paws to the lithe musculature of this magnificent creature.\n\n\"Admired enough?\" The brown dragon's eyes burned with defiance and vulnerability alike. He mustn't have been much used to this, exposed on his back, with his own hot, needy body trembling with anticipation.\n\nFortunately for him, it took very little for desire to overcome his client, driving him to action. He began his attempt to remove Shaelran's cage with careful precision, using his maw to pry at the metal, warm, hungry tongue flicking out to taste the salty residue of Shaelran's arousal straight from the metal. The cage remained stubbornly in place against all effort, and frustration began to build. Switching tactics, Pulzma used his claws. He carefully kept trying to unhook the contraption, but still, it refused to budge.\n\nWhen the failure of frustration turned into a desperate hunger, he pinned Shaelran's haunches with his own forepaws to prevent him from squirming too much, and, driven by need, he began to suck Shaelran's member with the cage still on. His tongue swirled around the spaded head, tasting every inch of exposed flesh as much as he could, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled Shaelran's delightful scent with every stiff breath.\n\nShaelran's body bucked, his breath coming in ragged gasps. \"I'll... sssstop... I will release through the cage if you keep that up!!\" he warned, bliss and desperation latching onto his sudden warning.\n\nPausing, Pulzma licked his lips off fresh male juices. \"Then let it happen,\" he murmured against the sensitive flesh, his voice a low rumble. \"I would like to see you lose control...my lovely doe.\"\n\nShaelran's body jerked violently, his hind legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to push Pulzma away. \"No, wait,\" he gasped in short, frantic bursts. \"Stop... I can't...\"\n\nPulling back slightly, his eyes searching Shaelran's for dishonesty, Pulzma wavered. \"What stirs such repetition? Even if you would release, your seeds shall have time to replenish.\"\n\n\"Not enough. Not before they'll take you away...\" Shaelran took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. \"I'll make a bargain with you,\" he said, trembling with pent-up passions. \"Let me release the cage myself, and you can continue your feasting. It is... the only way.\"\n\nPulzma watched as Shaelran's sharp, retractable claws slid into small openings on the cage, ones he had hardly noticed before. The metal contraption clicked and clattered, and with a final, stuttered movement, Shaelran freed himself from its confines. The sight of Shaelran's now exposed, throbbing member made Pulzma's passion flare even hotter.\n\nThe moment the cage gave way, Pulzma barely gave Shaelran the chance to react. He fell upon his prey once more, spreading his haunches wide as he began nuzzling and licking Shaelran's privates with renewed fervor. The scent of Shaelran's arousal mesmerized him. Leading him to throb. To hiss. To snarl. \"You smell better than a female,\" Pulzma growled softly between nuzzles and licks. \"So virile, so ready.\"\n\nShaelran hissed in response, over and over again, muscles tight, bones trembling with the intensity of his arousal. \"Cease...I beg of you,\" he panted, \"I can't... I'm too sensitive...\"\n\nIgnoring Shaelran's pleas, Pulzma continued his assault, his tongue swirling around his plump, shapely balls, tracing the contours of his hardened knot. The taste of Shaelran's arousal drove Pulzma wild, and he eagerly lapped up every drop of pre-seed that leaked from Shaelran's swollen member. He slowly worked his way up, his tongue leaving a wet trail along the sensitive flesh of the male's smooth sheath, until he finally reached the tip of Shaelran's exposed cock.\n\nAs soon as he felt heat upon flesh, Shaelran hissed and snarled, his claws digging into anything they could as he shuddered with hardly restrained pleasure. \"Please, PLEASE! \" he begged, his voice rising to a yowl. \"I'm getting too close... my seed burns, my cock tightens...\"\n\nBut Pulzma heard none of it. His hunger and need had taken over, and he eagerly suckled on Shaelran's tip, tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh while lips formed a seal around it. The taste felt unlike anything else he tasted, so delightfully arousing, a heady mix of salt and musk that made Pulzma's own arousal surge with hot rushes of intense lust.\n\nShaelran's eyes rolled back in his head, whining, moaning, writhing with the intensity of his pleasure. \"Pulzma, I'm... I'm going to...\" he tried to warn, but his voice was lost in a choked cry of ecstasy.\n\nPulzma's response was to suck harder, his tongue working relentlessly on Shaelran's sensitive member. He could feel the tension building in Shaelran's body, the way his muscles tensed and quivered. The brown dragon's climax was inevitable, and Pulzma was determined to bring him over the edge, hard.\n\nHe took Shaelran's member fully into his warm, suckling jaws, leading him to squeezed his shut, tensing, gritting his jaws, hissing, until he yowled like a cat in heat, a sound raw and filled with need.\n\nAnd Pulzma did not waver. Saliva and pre-seed dribbled down his jaws while he sucked on cock with a want he never displayed before. He kneaded Shaelran's haunches with his claws, his eyes closed as he savored every nuance, every taste. The feel of Shaelran throbbing so hard within his maw, and the intoxicating flavor of a male on the brink of orgasm, pulled him up from the rules he cage himself with all his life. It felt transcendent. It felt so right, so validating. His own member leaked rivulets in anticipation, and he had no intention to pause until seed would wet the depths of his gullet. Growling, hungry for more, driven by the primal need to please and be pleased, he began bumping his snout against Shaelran's knot repeatedly, to apply pleasure, to stir the flow of seed, drawing desperate pleas from the brown dragon that never ceased to arouse him.\n\n\"Not theeerre--awwwrrrr!!\" Shaelran whined, his voice cracking with need.\n\nPulzma ignored the pleas, his urges overriding reason. He wanted all of Shaelran, and with a determined growl, he took Shaelran's knot into his maw, locking it behind his fangs. The sensation was incredible, the warmth and throbbing of Shaelran's entire shaft within his mouth sending him into a frenzy.\n\nWithin moments, his body convulsed, whines turning into desperate gasps. He attempted to hold back, but the inevitable orgasm building within his loins finally started to rear its sticky head. Pulzma delighted in the first spurts of thicker, creamier fluid hit his tongue, a mix of prostate fluid and semen, laced with pheromones making for a taste unlike any other, rich in fertility and potent in the ways it stirred the passions of those who tasted it.\n\nWith his instincts flaring high from the primal act of feeding on another male's essence, Pulzma strengthened the intensity of his feasting. He suckled harder, drawing out every drop of sweetness from Shaelran's tense cock, claws digging their sharp tips gently into Shaelran's haunches.\n\nShaelran's moans filled the air, his body arching into Pulzma's mouth, desperate to seed the warm confines of the maw that gripped it. Each spurt of his release was met with eager swallowing, Pulzma's maw working tirelessly to milk him dry. The taste, the smell, the feel of Shaelran's cock throbbing and pulsing within him, it was all too much.\n\nWith his own climax a hair's breadth away, his body shaking with the need for release, Pulzma feared the waterfall of semen that would soon gush out of his already battered prostate. But he held back, focused entirely on Shaelran's pleasure. His senses were overwhelmed, his mind blank with the intensity of the moment. Every nerve lit up with the primal satisfaction of giving pleasure to another male. This one feeling proved more intense than he had ever imagined, more fulfilling than any previous encounter with females. The vulnerability of another male like Shaelran's trembling beneath him, about to surrender his essence to his maw, was ecstatic. For the anticipation of that moment thrummed through Pulzma's veins, merging with his own arousal in a heady cocktail of hot lust and thrumming need.\n\nTo make matters even hotter, Shaelran's pleas and whimpers spurred Pulzma on, his tongue working feverishly along the sensitive ridges of Shaelran's member. He felt the tension in Shaelran's body build to a crescendo, every shudder and gasp strengthening the blissful throbs of the pleasure he inflicted. The taste of Shaelran's pre-seed became increasingly thicker, a tantalizing promise of the release to come. The memory of those two dragons mating flashed in his mind, the image of them climaxing together, so raw, so powerful, it made Pulzma so eager to be the one to bring another male to that same peak of ecstasy. Whether with maw, cock, or ass, he did not care.\n\nNot now. Not when the mere idea of swallowing Shaelran's essence, of tasting his most intimate fluids, started to drive his own seed up the leaking tubes of his own throbbing shaft.\n\nShaelran's body went rigid, his breath hitching in his throat. Pulzma could feel the exact moment when Shaelran's control snapped, the brown dragon's knot swelling within his maw, locking him in place as he would a partner. Shaelran's eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and, with a sound that was part moan, part roar, he gave himself up to the fiery orgasm that overtook him.\n\nMoaning his own satisfaction once the first powerful spurt of semen hit his tongue, the fluid thick and warm, Pulzma eagerly consumed the essence. He allowed it to flood his mouth with the rich, potent taste of fresh essence. The force of the ejaculation surprised, for that first jet of semen filled his mouth almost instantly due to the knot trapped between his jaws. Pulzma swallowed reflexively, his throat working to keep up with the steady stream of cum that followed. Each swallow felt like a cathartic experience, a reaffirmation of his desires, a confirmation that this was exactly what he had been yearning for.\n\nEach spurt was accompanied by a deep, rhythmic pulse of Shaelran's cock, the brown dragon's body shuddering with each throb pushing his precious seeds out. Pulzma delighted in the throbbing against his tongue, the way Shaelran's knot swelled even more, testing the capabilities of his maw. The sheer volume of semen became daunting to hold after but three lances, for it was more than Pulzma had ever anticipated, filling his mouth and spilling out around the edges of his maw.\n\nYet, he remained determined to do his best, guiding his partner with rumbling growls, kneading motions of his paws, and intense suckling as Shaelran became more desperate, his lower regions convulsing with the intensity of his climax. Pulzma's tongue continued to move, coaxing every drop of cum from Shaelran's throbbing member. He could taste the subtle changes in the fluid, the initial salty burst giving way to a thicker, creamier texture, rich with pheromones that made the purple male's head swim with arousal.\n\nTo add to the intensity of his first time sucking another male, the brown dragon's body bucked against him, each movement sending another pulse of semen into his eager mouth. Pulzma's own arousal felt like a constant ache between the dragon's legs, his cock leaking pre-cum in response to the primal act of swallowing another male's seed. His own orgasm kept building and building, fueled by the sheer eroticism of the moment.\n\nAnd yet, he did not crest that peak just yet. As Shaelran's orgasm finally began to subside, the spurts of semen slowing to a trickle, Pulzma continued to suckle gently. He remained focused on Shaelran's needs, his tongue coaxing the last drops from the smooth male's exhausted body. The brown dragon's breaths came in gasps, his body limp with the aftershocks of his release. A deep sense of satisfaction took root in him, buzzing through his mind like the gentle lashes of pleasure that still fed into his cock. Knowing he had brought Shaelran to such heights of pleasure made him just as proud and fulfilled as a dragon that would've released alongside his partner. He marveled at the way Shaelran's entire body had responded. At how his paws had trembled, his claws had unsheathed and curled into the ground, and his muscles had tensed and released in waves with the weight of his release.\n\nOnce proof of the dragon's fading orgasm manifested in dry spasms against his tongue, Pulzma finally released Shaelran's knot, allowing the organ to flop out of his wet maw. his tongue giving one last, lingering lick to the sensitive head of the cock that gave him so much satisfaction.\n\nHe sat back on his haunches, his own erection still painfully hard, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. His maw was slick with saliva and semen, the taste of Shaelran's release lingering on his tongue. The memory of the two dragons he had watched so long ago flashed in his mind again, this time overlaid with the reality of his own experience. It was more intense, more fulfilling than he had ever imagined.\n\nAnd that pleased him greatly.\n\n\"Rrrhhh...\" Pulzma growled softly. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that didn't exacerbate the throbbing need between his legs. \"My own needs prove bothersome in the wake of your release.\"\n\nAfter he adjusted himself in the plushy nest of pillows, he finally settled on his back, spreading his legs slightly to keep his leaking member from touching anything that could risk further stimulation.\n\nShaelran moved beside him, his amber eyes filled with a gentle concern. His smooth, scale-less hide seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the room, the veils and jewelry that had adorned him earlier now scattered around them. His movements felt fluid and graceful, tail trailing lazily behind him. Without a word, he began to clean Pulzma's snout with long, soothing licks, his warm tongue tracing the same lips and teeth that had tasted his own seed moments ago.\n\nShaelran's gentle grooming continued in silence, with nothing but rumbles and growls filling in. He paused occasionally to nuzzle Pulzma's neck, a soft rumble of contentment vibrating in his chest. \"I'm surprised by you, Pulzma,\" he said softly. \"The reserved dragon who entered my room turned into such a hungry, instinct-driven creature almost on a whim.\"\n\nPulzma opened his eyes, meeting Shaelran's amber gaze. He could see the genuine curiosity there, the wonder at the transformation he had undergone. \"I... suppose that may be the case,\" he admitted. \"This hunger is owed to you as much as my own desires. I needed to know that I could give in to my desires without holding back. That I could choose to pleasure another male, to want them with the entirety of my desires.\"\n\nShaelran nodded gently. His tongue continued its soothing journey along Pulzma snout, each lick a silent affirmation of his acceptance. \"You did more than that. What you've offered me is a downpour on a parched, arid land. Have you...enjoyed my taste?\"\n\nPulzma hesitated, then nodded, the words spilling from him in a rush. \"That I did.... More than I ever thought possible. I needed to hear it from the maw of another dragon, to convince me that it is not mere delusion feeding my satisfaction. Have I done well...for my first time? Did you enjoy me?\" He nudged his way into Shaelran's neck, desperate for validation, thirsting for reassurance.\n\nShaelran's lips stretched into a smile as radiant as the sun, warm and genuine. He paused his grooming to look Pulzma in the eyes, his own gaze filled with sincerity. \"You performed admirably, Pulzma. And I enjoyed every moment of it.\"\n\nHis voice flowed like soothing balm to Pulzma's troubled soul, a confirmation that his desires were not only acceptable among his own kin, but deeply appreciated.\n\nWith a soft sigh Pulzma retreated back into his plush nest, finding a more comfortable position as he prepared to share his thoughts. \"Gratitude, Shaelran. I've been struggling for a while now, carrying such desires like stones strapped upon my wings,\" he began with a longing stare in his eyes. \"Struggling to find validation for my desires. Yearning to taste affection in the embrace of another male. To do the things we did without holding anything back.\"\n\nShaelran continued his gentle grooming, his tongue moving in slow, rhythmic strokes as it traded snout and neck for the sinuous shapes of the purple dragon's toes. Pulzma allowed him to indulge, even if the proximity of that delightful tongue hovering so close to leaking member flared the heat of his lingering passions.\n\n\"The scent of a male arouses me just as much as a female at the peak of her heat. More so, even. The taste of another male, the hardness of their shaft either rubbing along my snout or throbbing inside my mouth, is so infuriatingly stimulating,\" he confessed, trembling with the weight of his admission. \"Even with the taste of seed fresh upon tongue, the aching of my nethers still throbbing in rhythm with my lusts, I still...wish for more.\"\n\nShaelran listened intently, his gentle licks never ceasing. His paws rested lightly on Pulzma's chest, claws gently sheathed as he stroked the purple dragon's plated underside with the softness of his pads. \"You're not alone with such thoughts,\" he said softly. \"Many share those desires. It's natural to seek such pleasures amongst your own kin, regardless of their gender.\"\n\nPulzma nodded, the tension in his body slowly easing under Shaelran's soothing touch. He lifted a hundpaw to rest on Shaelran's chest, the gesture standing as token of gratitude for such deep, soothing understanding. \"You speak truly, and yet, I worry about your position here,\" he said, his tone shifting to one of concern. \"Your warm nature can be taken advantage of so easily.\"\n\nThe dragon paused, picking his head up, tongue stilling for a moment as he considered Pulzma's words. \"Few who come here have truly selfish intentions,\" he replied softly. \"Most seek mutual pleasures.\"\n\nPulzma frowned at that, refusing to fully accept that. \"But the House's rules,\" he snarled softly, voice rising with frustration. \"The cage, the inhibitions, they aren't fair to you.\"\n\nShaelran deflected at first, his voice calm. \"I have told you before how my place here comes with certain limitations. That feeble cage is how we ensure the clients' needs are met without compromising our objectivity. Strike it from your thoughts, dragon. You liberated me today. Let us enjoy the time we have left with warmer thoughts to guide us.\" He resumed his grooming, his licks now slower, more thoughtful.\n\nPulzma shook his head, his fiery orange eyes locking onto Shaelran's. \"But your best interests aren't always considered by your employers. You deserve more than this.\n\nWith a soft growl, Shaelran paused yet again. He looked away, his ears flicking back in uncertainty. \"Now you are the one who speaks true. But, I hardly see myself doing anything else, Pulzma. This is what I know. This is what I am proficient at. For better or worse, a pleasure-dragon is who I am...who I've always been.\"\n\nPulzma's heart pounded as he grappled with Shaelran's words. He couldn't shake the feeling of injustice that the pleasure-dragon faced. But before he could dwell further on that matter, Shaelran spoke again, pausing his current concerns. \"Rather than concern ourselves with the future, we should set our gaze upon more...pressing concerns.\" The dragon said as he slithered closer. \"What should we do that you desire, hrrr?\"\n\nThe purple male hesitated at the question. His fiery orange eyes drifted down to his own member, hard, wet. It had left a damp patch on the pillow beneath him, smearing the cherry red a shade darker. Shaelran's eyes followed Pulzma's gaze, and with a knowing smile, he lowered himself down on his belly and nudged Pulzma's flank aside, exposing the engorged shaft fully. The sight of such a juicy, eager, throbbing cock seemed to ignite something in Shaelran.\n\n\"All this mess you made deserves a clean-up,\" Shaelran murmured with a seductive purr. He lowered his head, his long, smooth snout gliding down Pulzma's underbelly, his tongue flicking out to lick the wetness dripping down the dragon's plates. Each stroke of Shaelran's tongue lashed the purple's receptive cock with heat, causing him to hiss, for his breath, to hitch with each caress. Shaelran's tongue was so delightfully warm and wet that it could easily usher in another quake of unbearable pleasure...as it seemed to happen.\n\nHissing more sharply, his hips bucking involuntarily against the oppressive licks, Pulzma found himself struggling as the licks became more thorough. Exquisite as the idea of filling Shaelran's wanting maw with his seed all over again had been, Pulzma found himself craving something more. Something deeper, more vigorous. He closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him as fantasies of dominating Shaelran began to take root in his mind.\n\nWhile he fantasized, that delightful tongue moved with a precision that spoke of years of experience, tracing the contours of Pulzma's ridges, each stroke deliberate and calculated to elicit maximum pleasure. The brown dragon's breath was warm against the wanting shaft, paired perfectly with the slick, rhythmic motion of his tongue. The sensations became almost too much to bear, Pulzma's mind swirling with the need for more and the warmth of the present.\n\nIn his mind's eye, he saw himself thrusting hard into Shaelran's tight ass, felt the heat of his climax building as he filled the brown dragon with his seed. The fantasy was so vivid, so consuming, that Pulzma began to thrust against the pillow beneath him without even realizing it. His growls and hisses filled the room, sounds of pleasure slapping back against the slick, rhythmic strokes of Shaelran's tongue.\n\nShaelran sensed Pulzma's growing need and adjusted his movements, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of Pulzma's cock before trailing down to the base. The brown dragon nuzzled the heavy balls resting there, his soft, padded paws gently kneading the tender flesh. The brown dragon's long, tapered tail flicked back and forth with anticipation, his amber eyes glinting with satisfaction as he felt Pulzma's pleasure build.\n\nBut then, just when the pleasure started to ascend in the form of a slithering serpent of molten bliss, Pulzma's mind faltered. What if he hurt Shaelran? What if his cock was too big, his paws too brutish, his demeanor too savage? The thought made him freeze, his body tensing as the wave of pleasure receded. \"Stop,\" he rasped. \"I can't... I refuse to hurt you with my wanton lusts.\"\n\nHe said so even as his cock throbbed, dripping with arousal, while the tension in his muscles slowly eased. Shaelran watched him with wide, curious eyes, clearly surprised by the sudden halt. Questions lingered in his eyes. Confusion.\n\nAnd lust.\n\n\"How could you even...by climaxing in my eyes, perhaps?\" Shaelran asked with a soft but insistent concern. \"What fears are these, to ooze out of nowhere?\"\n\nPulzma hesitated. \"It's... it's complicated,\" he muttered.\n\nThe brown male moved closer, his smooth, scale-less hide brushing against Pulzma's armored flank. \"Tell me,\" he urged gently. \"I, too, seek to understand.\"\n\nPulzma took a deep breath, memories of his fantasies flashing through his mind. He wanted to share, to explain, but the words felt heavy on his tongue. \"I... I've had these fantasies,\" he began slowly. \"Fantasies of dominating another dragon, of making another male release simply by mating him in his...tail entrance.\"\n\nShaelran's eyes widened with understanding, but he remained silent, allowing Pulzma to continue.\n\n\"I've always feared what my desires could unleash. That in my haste to claim, to seed, to take...I would hurt someone, that my size and strength would be too overwhelming. I don't want to cause pain, Shaelran. I just... want to have what those dragons did. Grrhhh...how their coupling torments me so!\"\n\n \"I see,\" Shaelran rumbled quietly. \"So you still fear the very thing we attempted to abolish. That same weight that latched onto you ever since-\"\n\n\"Yes. Yes...\" Pulzma's heart ached with the weight of his fears and desires. \"It is not right, to inflict such urges upon a soft-scale as kind as you...and yet-\"\n\nShaelran shook his head, extending a wing over Pulzma's neck. \"Desire is not something to fly away from, but embrace,\" he assured Pulzma. \"I trust in the care you bear towards me, in the gentle soul that you are, beneath these plates. Trust me to guide you, to help you find that same balance between pleasure and control we explored earlier.\"\n\nThe purple scaled warrior's heart quickened as Shaelran turned around with graceful precision, lifting his tail to reveal his twitching tailhole. The sight of such eager invitation sent a jolt of desire through Pulzma's body, his cock throbbing with painful yearning to spill its load once more. His eyes traveled over Shaelran's smooth, tawny scrotum, noting how it hung heavily between his legs, enscased in the softest of skins. The dragon had such fine assets. Was it not a shame, to refuse an invitation so willingly given?\n\nHis allure was overwhelming. Even from a few steps away, Pulzma could see the muscles of Shaelran's rear tensing slightly with need, with desire to be tasted, to be taken. His breath hitched as he moved closer, nostrils flaring to welcome in the scent of Shaelran's arousal. He hesitated, conflicted about how to proceed, his mind racing with doubts and fears. What if he was too rough? What if the dragon would whimper not in pleasure, but in pain? Was he even used to larger dragons knocking at his nether gates?\n\nWhile he pondered, Shaelran backed his rear towards him, closer and closer, until Pulzma found himself nose to ass with the smooth skin of the pleasure-dragon's taint brushing against his nose. And yet, he pushed closer still, narrowing the distance until that warm, inviting ass was but an inch away.\n\nTender, heady male musk filled Pulzma's senses, erasing his doubts, awakening instincts so primal he hardly even noticed. Without considering the consequences he had dwelled on so much already, Pulzma began licking Shaelran's soft, eager rim. His tongue moved in long, sloppy strokes, savoring the taste of the soft male's rectum. Each lick pushed deeper, probing into the twitching tailhole.\n\nShaelran's soft moans and sighs were music to Pulzma's ears. \"Yes, raarhhhh... just like that,\" he whimpered, tail trembling from how high it rose. \"Deeper... take me deeper.\"\n\nThe encouragement pushed Pulzma's tongue further, each lick more fervent than the last. He could feel Shaelran's body responding to his licks with every slurp into those tight, wanting depths, the smaller dragon squirming with rising desire. Pulzma's inhibitions faltered under the relentless surge of his instincts as Shaelran's teasing voice continued, each word stoking further arousal.\n\n\"You're doing so well, Pulzma... I can feel your hunger,\" Shaelran moaned, his words punctuated by soft gasps. \"Don't hold back... give in to your desires. Do...what any male should.\"\n\nHis resolve crumbled, replaced by an overwhelming need to claim Shaelran. He pulled back, his breath ragged, muscles and cock alike trembling with anticipation. Clambering over Shaelran, he positioned himself over the smaller male so that his leaking tip throbbed against the entrance of Shaelran's tight hole. He could feel the heat radiating from Shaelran's body, the smaller dragon's tailhole twitching in eager expectation for something far firmer than a tongue to pierce its depths.\n\nWith a deep growl, Pulzma thrust forward. In his haste, he jabbed at Shaelran's balls and flanks before finally finding his mark. The initial penetration sizzled among his snout in the form of a snarl while Shaelran's body went completely rigid, his tailhole tightening around the intruding cock as it pushed inside.\n\n\"Rrrahhh....go deeper,\" Shaelran urged, hoisting his tail a bit higher. \"I want to feel all of you.\"\n\nPulzma deliriously obeyed that command. With thrusts shallow and deliberate, he made himself welcome in the male's tightening tunnel, pushing himself further into Shaelran's welcoming embrace with each repeated thrust. The sensation was exquisite, the tightness of Shaelran's tender tail entrance around him driving him to huff and rumble with pleasure. Each inch he gained was a victory, a step closer to the wet dreams painted by his sullied desires.\n\nPulzma's growls soon turned into moans. He moved with a primal rhythm to him, and after he began feeling himself at home in the tail of his partner, he began thrusting in earnest, turning those controlled motions into sloppy and eager splat-fests. Shaelran shuddered beneath him, the weight of the thrusts sieging his gates making him tremble with hisses of delight. The sensation of being filled, of having Pulzma inside him, proved once again too much to bear.\n\nThe sound of their coupling filled the room. Growls, moans, and the slick rhythm of flesh against flesh painted the song of their union. Pulzma's claws dug into Shaelran's sides and raked along his tender flesh gently, yet surely, his need to claim and dominate overtaking his fears.\n\nShaelran constant yowling proved constant encouragement, his words a lifeline for Pulzma's faltering control. \"Yesssss... just like that,\" the dragon backed into him, eager to take more. \"Don't hold back... take me. Fill me. Mate with me, as you always wanted.\"\n\nPulzma did. He thrust, he licked, he yowled, he leaked! Breath ragged, body trembling with the overwhelming sting of heat coursing through him, he became a prey to Shaelran's tight, welcoming hole contracting around his cock, each squeeze driving him further down the frenzy of copulation. The heat of his fantasies mingled with reality, and soon, he started to forget who he was, where he was, who...he was mating with.\n\nWild, sloppy thrusts caused Pulzma's grip on Shaelran to tighten more and more. His claws slid along smooth hide rather than hardened scale, leaving red lines in their wake. The soft, scale-less hide gave way easily under his powerful grasp, but Shaelran's whines and yowls of pleasure spurred him on. In that whirlwind of images preceding his orgasm, the memory of the mating dragons biting, grabbing, and seeding each other began to override his reality. The sight of them reduced to such a bestial state, the intensity of their coupling, all of it fueled his need to do the same.\n\nTo claim and dominate his partner, like any alpha male would.\n\nHe pulled Shaelran closer, his powerful forepaws sliding along to grasp onto the tender dragon's haunches. Shaelran's body arched beneath him, the smooth muscles of his anus flexing as Pulzma pushed deeper and deeper. Their balls slapped together with each forceful thrust, the sound adding to the sloppy work of their passion.\n\nAs the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, Pulzma's heated needs turned to Shaelran's cock. He needed to feel it, to know that his partner was as consumed by this desire same as he was. With a trembling forepaw, he reached down, finding Shaelran's throbbing member hard and slick with pre-cum, the spaded head pulsing in time with his own thrusts.\n\nShaelran gasped, his body arching into a thrust once strong fingers entrapped his sensitive knot. \"Rawwwhhh! I...Pulzma, my...you'll make me...\" Shaelran's voice trailed off into a moan, followed by a choked, raspy growl.\n\nPulzma too growled, his teeth bared in a fierce snarl as he fought to hold his seed back. His entire body coiled like a spring, every muscle tensed as he sought the confirmation embedded into his mind. He needed to know that Shaelran was as consumed by desire as he was, needed to feel the proof of his partner's release.\n\nWith a final, powerful thrust, Pulzma collapsed on his side, pulling Shaelran tight against him into a side embrace. His snout buried itself between padded forepaws in an attempt to smell and feel the smell of wet, erect cock, but he was too far, the position, too improper.\n\nStill, the strong sscent of spilled fluids filled his nostrils with a strong musk that made his own need surge. Within that moment of pure ecstasy, he felt it: seed, shot straight from Shaelran's cock, making his snout its new home.\n\nThe warm splatters became the confirmation Pulzma had yearned for. It was finally here, wet and fertile and blissful! He had done it! He had made another male cum by mating them hard in the ass. The realization tested his ability to withhold his seed when he inhaled deeply, for savoring the scent of Shaelran's release weakened him greatly.\n\nWith more cum splattering over his snout, Pulzma surrendered to the heat of his own orgasm not with a roar, but with a trembling moan. His body quaked, every part of him trembling with the force of his release. Through a sharp, sudden throb, his seed exploded into Shaelran's tight insides, the sheer fulfillment of it sending him into a frenzy of pleasure. He yowled his heart out, his pleasure resonating through the room.\n\nFor every stream of seed he shot, more of Shaelran's cum splattered onto his scrunched-up, hissing snout. The taste of it, the feel of it, drove him wild. He growled and roared, the primal sounds of his pleasure mating the carnal bliss working its doings beneath the tightening muscles of his nether regions. Tasting Shaelran's cum spurred him to ejaculate even harder.\n\nThroughout his orgasm, Pulzma's forepaw squeezed Shaelran's knot rhythmically, coaxing every last drop of cum from his partner's balls. The sensation of Shaelran's cock throbbing in his grip, the warm seed splattering against his snout all blended beautifully into a haze of utter pleasure that left him breathless.\n\nThis act, this culmination of his desires, mirrored the beginning of his journey into accepting his deepest fantasies. It brought his transformation full circle, as he too reached his peak inside a male's quaking tailhole. Spurt by spurt, fantasy and reality merged together into the most powerful climax Pulzma had ever felt in his life.\n\nAnd it did not end there. Not quite yet. He continued to thrust inside Shaelran, even as his orgasm wracked his body with wave after wave of pleasure. He seethed with the desperation to inseminate his partner, even if his partner happened to be male.\n\nSoon, youwls became moans, only for moans to recede into growls. With his eyes fluttering open, Pulzma's movements slowed down as the intensity of his release began to wane. His breaths came in heavy pants, feeding energy into a body shuddering with the aftershocks of his climax. He remained inside Shaelran for a while longer so that none of those last, feeble spurts would go to waste.\n\nAs the final spurts of seed left his tensing shaft, Pulzma pulled out. With his own warm seed trickling over the penis that spilled so much into his partner -and more so, the smell of his own release filling the air- he felt a sense of fulfillment unlike anything he had ever known. The fear and doubt that had plagued him were gone, replaced by the serene afterglow of the moment.\n\nHe nuzzled Shaelran's neck, his breath coming in slow, heavy pants. \"How fare you?\"\n\n\"Rrrh, my tail...\" Shaelran whimpered, exhaustion and satisfaction both lacing his shaking growl. \"I ache as copiously as I drip....You truly made yourself at home down there, haven't you?\"\n\nNaught but satisfied noises paired with warm nuzzles answered that question as Pulzma's senses slowly began to climb down from the peak of his pleasure. His body still thrummed with the aftershocks of their intense coupling. The room, now filled with the heavy scent of their arousal, a heady mix of musk and seed, felt so much like home. But as the haze of satisfaction began to clear, a new scent entered Pulzma's nostrils, one that made his heart skip a beat. It was sharp, metallic. Something that should not be.\n\nBlood. Fresh blood.\n\nHorror flooded Pulzma's mind as he realized where the scents came from. His pleasure had come at a cost. He looked down at Shaelran, eyes wide with panic. The smooth, scale-less hide that had been so tenderly rubbing along his plated belly during his wild mating episode now stood marred with red streaks.\n\nMarks left by his claws, which sunk deeper than he ever would've wanted.\n\n\"Shaelran...\" Pulzma's voice almost broke. \"What-what are those? You're bleeding. I... I hurt you, haven't I?\"\n\nShaelran's amber eyes met his, and for a moment, there was a flicker of pain. But then Shaelran's expression softened, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his satisfied mouth. \"Pay no mind to such scratches,\" he bumped his head against the purple's concerned snout. \"I adored the vigor of your passion, he sounds of your breath, the heat of your seed.... Every moment was well worth the cost.\"\n\nPulzma shook his head, his heart aching with guilt. \"No, this can not stand. I hardly wished for my pleasure to come at the cost of your own... I was too rough. I should have been more careful!\"\n\nA warm wing enveloped the distressed dragon. Cuddling closer, Shaelran made himself comfortable against the bulk of his partner, even though his own member had yet to retreat. \"I appreciate honesty above all else, Pulzma. Your lust was something honest. Something real. That is the true worth of our union. I'm not some delicate damsel who needs constant comforting. Should you wish to put tongue to use, perhaps you can savor your own release?\"\n\nPulzma wanted to believe Shaelran, to accept his words, but the sight of the blood made it difficult. \"Allow me to at least-\"\n\nShaelran snuck his head under his. \"It's a small price to pay for all the pleasures you offered me,\" he bumped Pulzma's snout up. \"I wanted this. I wanted you, fully and completely. Please, let us speak no more of this.\"\n\nPulzma took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The sincerity in Shaelran's eyes, the genuine affection beneath those words...they were not lying. Slowly, he nodded, his heart still heavy but willing to accept Shaelran's reassurance. \"Very well,\" he said quietly. \"We shall do as you wish.\"\n\nShaelran trilled with bliss, a warm, genuine sound that eased some of Pulzma's guilt. \"I'm sure,\" he said. \"Now, come here.\" He pulled Pulzma closer, wrapping his smooth body around the larger dragon. They shared a moment of tender cuddling, their tongues flicking out to clean each other's wounds and seed.\n\nThe intimacy of the moment felt like a balm to Pulzma's frayed nerves. The gentle rhythm of Shaelran's breath, the warmth of his body, the soft licks of his tongue--all of it proved a laxative for his troubled mind. For a while, they lay there in comfortable silence, their bodies entwined, members still throbbing weakly until their lusts fully receded in their respective shelters.\n\nTheir peaceful aftermath was interrupted by the arrival of a brothel attendant, a sleek female cougar with a professional demeanor. \"Your session will end in half an hour,\" she informed them, her voice polite, but firm.\n\nPulzma felt a pang of disappointment. The realization that their time together was limited dispelled the magic of the moment. He looked at Shaelran, a question in his eyes. \"What now?\" his head drooped a little.\n\n\"We make the most of the time we have,\" Shaelran eagerly answered. He rose gracefully, his movements fluid despite the marks on his body. He walked over to a chest of drawers, pulling it open to reveal an array of toys and implements. \"How about we try these again?\"\n\nPulzma's eyes widened at the sight. \"You mean...try them, in me? I've never... I know not how to even start...\"\n\nShaelran growled playfully, eyes warm with understanding. \"Worry not, my brave warrior. Your tender pleasure-dragon shall guide you through this adventure.\" He picked up a slender, jeweled toy with a tapered head, turning it over in his paws. \"This one is my favorite,\" he said, holding it out to Pulzma. \"It's perfect for shy males like you.\"\n\nPulzma took the proffered toy, his claws brushing against Shaelran's soft paddedfingers. \"I'm... I'm not sure about this. What if it feels...odd?\"\n\nShaelran warm nuzzle dispelled some of that concern.\n\n\"Trust me,\" he whispered. \"Once inside, those ridges can be incredibly stimulating. Let me show you.\"\n\nWith gentle guidance, Shaelran helped Pulzma position himself on to his side. He gently inserted the toy inside him. The sensation proved strange at first, but as Shaelran moved it with practiced ease, Pulzma began to understand the joys beneath his worries. The new bursts of stimulation felt quite intense, but not unpleasant. In fact, they were quite the opposite.\n\nPulzma's initial hesitation gave way to curiosity and pleasure. He followed Shaelran's lead, allowing himself to explore more under Shaelran's tutelage. Though he always felt more comfortable on top, part of him always yearned to explore the other side of the mating act.\n\nAnd now, he did.\n\nAs their session drew to a close, Pulzma's scales bristled with contentment of which he had never known before. He had found something radiant in Shaelran's embrace, a piece of himself he would've never acknowledged without the warm paws of another to guide the way. He had found acceptance, validation, and a deep, abiding bond.\n\n\"Thank you,\" he said softly, cuddling the smaller dragon at his side. \"For everything.\"\n\n ***Want to support me create more stories?***\n\nA) Throw a few coins in donation here https://ko-fi.com/siranor0720\nB) Check out my available Story+Art Firael ychs here https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....43/Unsold-YCHs\nC) Commission me! Send me a note if interested!\nD) Get a Kuribon art + story combo priced around 650. Payable in installments. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Previous part ---> https://www.sofurry.com/view/2151798

Story Description:

Pulzma, a veteran in combat, and a stern dragon in personality, is haunted by unclean desires. How can he, a respectable dragon, ever lay with another male? His troubles seem to head into thick waters. Surprised by his flock-mates with a relaxing night at a brothel, he meets a soft, delightful consort that challenges his perceptions and forces him to open up fully, to fears and pleasures alike, in ways he never felt ready for...

In this sequel, Pulzma is further drawn into accepting who he truly wishes to be by mating with Shaelran for the first time!

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"Hrrff....mmrrhhhh...." Pulzma panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It had been a minute or two since his first release into another male's gullet, yet the aftermath of such an intense experience still strangled him with a state of shocked disbelief. His prostate ached fiercely, a dull, throbbing reminder of just how hard he had climaxed. The ground beneath his still twitching penis had been soaked in semen, the evidence of his unrestrained lust clear in the splotches and splatters that marred the once pristine floor. The sight of his own seed everywhere painted a messy picture of where his instincts could lead in their unrestrained state. Some would call this satisfaction. Other skeptical, pragmatic individuals, would have other opinions. Shame, guilt, perhaps even disgust at such thorough absence of restraint.

As Shaelran licked his lips, swallowing the last remnants of his essence. Pulzma had yet to figure in which school of thought he belonged. The thick rivulets of semen dribbling down his partner's chin, mixing in with the pre that clung to his smooth hide like sticky water, stirred feelings of both admiration as well as disgust.

"I swallowed as much as I could," Shaelran said softly, purring, voice tinged with both satisfaction and an odd note of shyness. His snout, wet and sticky, glistened in the dim light of the chamber's fire crystals, perfectly angular...too beautiful to be stained so.

Pulzma looked around at the mess they had made, and immediately, like those repeating stings in his prostate, a wave of regret washed over him. "I am....sorry for flooding you so thoroughly...Your beauty deserves better than be covered in wanton lusts."

"Be at peace, for the only harm done is to your essence," the brown male licked his snout clean. "Your seed is strong, and pure, fit to birth many eggs when spilled in proper place."

"How long have I withheld myself, before..." the purple dragon rumbled..."before I let go?"

He moved to clean Shaelran's snout with his own tongue.

But Shaelran pulled back, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. "I can do that myself. There is no need for the patron to bother himself with the results of his passions." Shaelran said. He began to lick at his own snout yet again, his tongue darting out to catch the trails of semen that clung to his lips, but there was a clear reluctance in his movements, something he was trying to hide.

Pulzma's brow furrowed with concern. "Allow me aid," he insisted, his voice firm but softening with concern. He moved closer, not allowing Shaelran to escape his gaze. "I insist."

Shaelran hesitated, his head darting away. "It is no bother, truly, I--"

Persistent in his approach, Pulzma wormed his way around, cornering Shaelran gently but firmly. The brown dragon finally relented, sitting back on his haunches. As he did, Pulzma's eyes widened in shock. Shaelran's cock cage dripped with pre, the tip of his member thrumming hard against the confining metal. He stared, transfixed, his heart racing with renewed enthusiasm as he took in the sight before him. Such lustful rage, rattling against a tiny, delicate cage. Though small enough to contain his delicate sheath without obstructing movement, the cage Shaelran wore proved of intricate design, made of thin metal bars that encased the front half of his sheath and surrounded the base of his plump testicles. He didn't seem discontent to wear it. Should the cage constrict or hamper lusts, he wouldn't have throbbed so.

And so, the rivulets of pre-seed dripping from Shaelran's tip, the way his erection strained against the cage, sent a shiver arousal through Pulzma's body.

Without thinking, he reached a paw toward the cage, his instinct to set Shaelran free overwhelming his sense of caution. "How better it would be, if you were free," he growled softly. "May I?"

Shaelran hissed defensively, drawing back, shaking his head. "No," he said firmly, his eyes filled with determination. "You mustn't."

Pulzma paused with his paw hovering in the air. Concerned, he watched as Shaelran's spaded tip widened and twitched with every throb. A thick drop of pre-seed emerging from Shaelran's urethra made Pulzma's prostate tighten with lust. Recent release turned that into sharp daggers, leading to a hiss of pain escaping his lips.

"How long... have you been caged?"

The brown male tucked his wings at his sides, tail moving to protect his exposed member. "I've had it on for as long as I can remember," he replied quietly. "I even sleep... with it on me."

"You... sleep with it? How can you stand it?" Pulzma asked, incredulous.

Shaelran's gaze hardened slightly. "I've grown used to it. It barely feels like anything anymore." The defensive edge in the growl simmering in his throat would've been deterrence enough, and yet...Pulzma had not the heart to sit idly by and just watch.

"I cannot claim to understand your reasoning, and so I ask. Why would you subject yourself to such torture?" he pressed. "How can the same dragon who advocates for giving in to one's lusts cage his own?"

Shaelran snarled with anger and hurt. "Torture? When your paws tasted the softness of our carpets, and your cock the wanting depths of my maw, was it mistrust that you felt? How easy it is to assume when the heat of concern clouds what is so plain to see," his wings fluttered, trembling just like his lips, the dragon's tone tinged with bitterness. "This cage is part of who I am. It's part of my job. It is my... duty to put your needs above my own!"

Pulzma took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. "I apologize for rattling you," Pulzma lowered himself on his belly t make himself smaller, glimmering eyes filled with genuine regret. "I didn't mean to judge you. I simply seek to understand. Allow me to take a closer look. Just a brief one. And maybe, indulge me in a sniff. But no touch will be had. Not unless you allow me to."

Shaelran hesitated at first. Slowly, he nodded, his body tense as he relaxed on his side and exposed his caged member for Pulzma to inspect. The purple dragon lowered his head to the same level as the brown male's sheath and huffed, softly, as he took in the sight, the smells, the entirety of it. Shaelran's sheath was smooth and dark, his emerging erection straining against the confines of the cage. The metal bars were thin but strong, fitting snugly over the front half of his sheath and surrounding the base of his testicles.

Pulzma moved closer, drawn by the allure of the configuration of both cock and the metal that caged it, his nose inches from Shaelran's pink tip. He could see the swollen knot at the base, the way it bulged against the metal. Behind, Shaelran's testicles hung heavily, the plump orbs twitching slightly with each throb of his erection.

To look, to smell, to savor, to devour...Pulzma yearned to do things to that cock. Yet instead, he took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent through a long, shuddering huff. "Hrrfff...the desire you hold within you," his voice wavered under the enthralling wave of stimuli, "I can smell how much you're holding back. It must be so hard for you to keep such bursting lusts contained..."

Shaelran's eyes narrowed as he picked himself back up. "Hard? It is indeed hard to understand why my desires must be soothed," he snapped. "You promised a look, yet deliver judgment when it is not your place to do so. I don't need your pity, nor help, if it comes with conditions attached."

The dragon, so serene and peaceful before, shook his head, growled to himself, and began pacing, his movements agitated and restless. His wings twitched with barely contained tension, and his tail flicked back and forth.

Pulzma's heart ached at the defensiveness in Shaelran's behavior. He'd seen this all too well among his flock mates. Pride. The undoing of any dragon.

"I'm not offering pity," he said gently. "What I offer is understanding. I want to help you, not because I think you're weak, but for other reasons. I've grown to... care about you."

Shaelran continued to pace, his padded paws barely making a sound on the cushy carpets stained with lukewarm semen. His breaths came in sharp, uneven bursts, and though he visibly made attempts to contain his temper, he still struggled to put a cork on his emotions. "I don't need help. I've managed this long on my own." He paused to look at Pulzma, "Why can't you just accept that? Why can't you...rrrhhhh!"

Shaelran's haunches began to tremble, his wings twitching uncontrollably. A sharp, moaning growl escaped his throat, his body betraying his desire despite his words. "You still refuse to understand," he repeated, almost pleading now. "This cage... is part of me. It's what keeps me in control. Without it, I... I don't know who I am."

Watching in an almost stunned state, with his eager nostrils flaring at the potent scent slipping out of Shaelran's member, the purple male did nothing.  He did nothing....even as his own body responded eagerly to the stimulating concoction he breathed. "You are more than this cage, more than what this establishment crafted you into. You are a dragon of passion and strength, Shaelran. Why let a small instrument crafted by human hands define you?"

Shaelran stopped his pacing, yet still he trembled. Still, he strained. "I... I can't," he whimpered, his voice breaking. "I can't let go. I....I...must-"

Shaelran's wings twitched again, his haunches trembling as he struggled to contain the pent-up desire that had been locked away for so long. His muscles tightened, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. He tried to hold back, to maintain control, but the strain began to burst from every inch of his tense body. His eyes squeezed shut, and a low, moaning growl escaped his throat as his balls tightened and his member lurched with one sudden spasm.

The pressure built within him, an overwhelming wave of need and frustration that demanded release. Shaelran's haunches shook violently, his wings flaring out as he fought to keep himself composed. But the intensity was too much, and with a desperate, broken yowl, he began thrusting his caged, leaky need into the air, his lower back arched with the intentions to penetrate, to dominate, to spill his seed!

Three thick squirts of pheromone-rich precum shot from his cock, splattering against the bars of the cage before dripping to the ground. The sound of the fluid hitting the carpet found itself drowned by the dragon's moaning growl. His cock throbbed violently, each pulse sending waves of sticky precum spilling forth in uncontrolled spurts.

Pulzma's heart raced, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled all that the pent-up male had to offer. The sight and smell of the thick drops of precum smeared on the cage woven around that spitting cock made his own desire surge, his own cock rising rapidly in response. Covering his erection with a paw, Pulzma forced himself to focus on Shaelran's needs, his concern for the brown dragon overriding his own lust.

Shaelran's body slowly began to relax, the initial explosive release giving way to a shuddering aftermath. He seated himself back on his haunches, panted, and waited, breath coming in uneven gasps as he struggled to regain control. His member raged against the bars, leaking its cloudy fluids all over the fine cushions below. "I... I'm sorry for my weakness. The taste of you, the smell of you, it had awaken desires beyond my grasp."

"Don't apologize for something so natural. Is that not what you told me mere moments ago?" he said, crawling closer to offer comfort with a gentle nuzzle along Shaelran's shoulder.  "You're not weak for allowing passion to flow through you. Let me do something about the cage, or at least, let me clean it for you."

"You don't have to--" he started, but Pulzma cut him off with a gentle head bump.

"I want to," Pulzma insisted. "You cleaned me after I finished. Let me do the same for you."

Shaelran hesitated, gaze darting away to some of the room's ostentatious decorations. "There truly is no need. I am capable of doing so myself."

Pulzma, however, was anything but persistent, cornering Shaelran until the brown dragon finally relented "Alright," he growled softly. "You may lick me. But pay utmost care not to stimulate my exposed flesh. I mustn't be allowed to release."

"You deserve to sample the pleasures you provide. Why not allow me to-"

"Because it would not be right!" Shaelran hissed sharply. "The House has rules, Pulzma. There was a time when I... indulged in my own desires. One of my clients, a gryphon...he enjoyed seeing me in pleasure as much as he enjoyed his own. We've lost ourselves to our passions during the mounting, and I... I lost control. He was not ready. He warned me not to, and yet....I tied with him," the brown male's snout hung low, wings drooping at his sides. "Not intentionally, for my control slipped, just like it did now, and yet... my own lust made me reckless."

"He...was not fond of..."

"He tensed up and attempted to flee even as seed started leaking from his cock." Shaelran shook his head, amber eyes filled with regret. "The bliss he felt is not the point here. Once, it's a mistake. Twice...that becomes a habit. Pleasure dragons like me must keep our passions caged. Quick release is seen as a lack of control, something most clients despise. They come here to dominate, to assert their will. If our own desires surface, it challenges their dominance. Imagine a client seeking to assert power, only to be touched by cock or have their snout splattered with my seed when all they seek is a lick. It would be a deep, painful gash in their pride."

Pulzma listened attentively, allowing the weight of Shaelran's words to sink in. "If what you say is true, then what this place offer is but a sweet delusion. True pleasure can only blossom in the absence of constraints."

Shaelran shook his head, his silks and jewelry clinking softly with the movement. "The House didn't see it that way. After that incident, they enforced the cage. It wasn't just for me--it became policy for all pleasure dragons. They believe that if we are focused solely on our clients' needs, we will perform to the highest of standards."

That kind of story put a bitter taste on Pulzma's tongue. "There is no fairness in such a swift passing of judgment. Why should all have to suffer because of one mistake?"

"Most clients don't care, Pulzma. They want to take, to indulge in their fantasies. It's easier for them if we're not distracted by our own desires. It is the way of things."

Pulzma felt his frustration build. "I'm not most clients," he said firmly. "I want you to feel pleasure too. I want to share that with you."

Shaelran looked up, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I appreciate such warmth. More than you know. But... it's not that simple."

Extending a gentle paw, Pulzma sought permission from Shaelran. Once he got a slight dip of snout, he brushed the tip against the cage. "Let me try to set you free. Allow me to show you how much better you can fulfill your purpose if you indulge unshackled by any form of restraint."

Shaelran hesitated, searching for something, anything that could push him to accept. "I don't know if I have the strength of will to," he admitted. "I've lived entrapped within many cages for so long. The rules--"

Determination hardened the purple male's features upon hearing of those damned rules once again. "You said it yourself, Shaelran. I'm different. And I'm your client." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Shaelran's ear. "There is nothing that should stop you from heeding my instructions if I order you to submit to me. Is that not the House's rule too?"

Shaelran's eyes widened, shock and arousal flickering across his face. "Would you...truly?"

"On your back," Pulzma growled softly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Expose yourself to me."

With a shuddering breath, Shaelran obeyed, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs at the whim of his client. The cage's fine craftsmanship glinted in the dim light, with its thin metal bars pressing against the swollen member. Pulzma's gaze roved over Shaelran's exposed form, taking in every detail, from soft padded paws to the lithe musculature of this magnificent creature.

"Admired enough?" The brown dragon's eyes burned with defiance and vulnerability alike. He mustn't have been much used to this, exposed on his back, with his own hot, needy body trembling with anticipation.

Fortunately for him, it took very little for desire to overcome his client, driving him to action. He began his attempt to remove Shaelran's cage with careful precision, using his maw to pry at the metal, warm, hungry tongue flicking out to taste the salty residue of Shaelran's arousal straight from the metal. The cage remained stubbornly in place against all effort, and frustration began to build. Switching tactics, Pulzma used his claws. He carefully kept trying to unhook the contraption, but still, it refused to budge.

When the failure of frustration turned into a desperate hunger, he pinned Shaelran's haunches with his own forepaws to prevent him from squirming too much, and, driven by need, he began to suck Shaelran's member with the cage still on. His tongue swirled around the spaded head, tasting every inch of exposed flesh as much as he could, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled Shaelran's delightful scent with every stiff breath.

Shaelran's body bucked, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'll... sssstop... I will release through the cage if you keep that up!!" he warned, bliss and desperation latching onto his sudden warning.

Pausing, Pulzma licked his lips off fresh male juices. "Then let it happen," he murmured against the sensitive flesh, his voice a low rumble. "I would like to see you lose control...my lovely doe."

Shaelran's body jerked violently, his hind legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to push Pulzma away. "No, wait," he gasped in short, frantic bursts. "Stop... I can't..."

Pulling back slightly, his eyes searching Shaelran's for dishonesty, Pulzma wavered. "What stirs such repetition? Even if you would release, your seeds shall have time to replenish."

"Not enough. Not before they'll take you away..." Shaelran took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I'll make a bargain with you," he said, trembling with pent-up passions. "Let me release the cage myself, and you can continue your feasting. It is... the only way."

Pulzma watched as Shaelran's sharp, retractable claws slid into small openings on the cage, ones he had hardly noticed before. The metal contraption clicked and clattered, and with a final, stuttered movement, Shaelran freed himself from its confines. The sight of Shaelran's now exposed, throbbing member made Pulzma's passion flare even hotter.

The moment the cage gave way, Pulzma barely gave Shaelran the chance to react. He fell upon his prey once more, spreading his haunches wide as he began nuzzling and licking Shaelran's privates with renewed fervor. The scent of Shaelran's arousal mesmerized him. Leading him to throb. To hiss. To snarl. "You smell better than a female," Pulzma growled softly between nuzzles and licks. "So virile, so ready."

Shaelran hissed in response, over and over again, muscles tight, bones trembling with the intensity of his arousal. "Cease...I beg of you," he panted, "I can't... I'm too sensitive..."

Ignoring Shaelran's pleas, Pulzma continued his assault, his tongue swirling around his plump, shapely balls, tracing the contours of his hardened knot. The taste of Shaelran's arousal drove Pulzma wild, and he eagerly lapped up every drop of pre-seed that leaked from Shaelran's swollen member. He slowly worked his way up, his tongue leaving a wet trail along the sensitive flesh of the male's smooth sheath, until he finally reached the tip of Shaelran's exposed cock.

As soon as he felt heat upon flesh, Shaelran hissed and snarled, his claws digging into anything they could as he shuddered with hardly restrained pleasure. "Please, PLEASE! " he begged, his voice rising to a yowl. "I'm getting too close... my seed burns, my cock tightens..."

But Pulzma heard none of it. His hunger and need had taken over, and he eagerly suckled on Shaelran's tip, tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh while lips formed a seal around it. The taste felt unlike anything else he tasted, so delightfully arousing, a heady mix of salt and musk that made Pulzma's own arousal surge with hot rushes of intense lust.

Shaelran's eyes rolled back in his head, whining, moaning, writhing with the intensity of his pleasure. "Pulzma, I'm... I'm going to..." he tried to warn, but his voice was lost in a choked cry of ecstasy.

Pulzma's response was to suck harder, his tongue working relentlessly on Shaelran's sensitive member. He could feel the tension building in Shaelran's body, the way his muscles tensed and quivered. The brown dragon's climax was inevitable, and Pulzma was determined to bring him over the edge, hard.

He took Shaelran's member fully into his warm, suckling jaws, leading him to squeezed his shut, tensing, gritting his jaws, hissing, until he yowled like a cat in heat, a sound raw and filled with need.

And Pulzma did not waver. Saliva and pre-seed dribbled down his jaws while he sucked on cock with a want he never displayed before. He kneaded Shaelran's haunches with his claws, his eyes closed as he savored every nuance, every taste. The feel of Shaelran throbbing so hard within his maw, and the intoxicating flavor of a male on the brink of orgasm, pulled him up from the rules he cage himself with all his life. It felt transcendent. It felt so right, so validating. His own member leaked rivulets in anticipation, and he had no intention to pause until seed would wet the depths of his gullet. Growling, hungry for more, driven by the primal need to please and be pleased, he began bumping his snout against Shaelran's knot repeatedly, to apply pleasure, to stir the flow of seed, drawing desperate pleas from the brown dragon that never ceased to arouse him.

"Not theeerre--awwwrrrr!!" Shaelran whined, his voice cracking with need.

Pulzma ignored the pleas, his urges overriding reason. He wanted all of Shaelran, and with a determined growl, he took Shaelran's knot into his maw, locking it behind his fangs. The sensation was incredible, the warmth and throbbing of Shaelran's entire shaft within his mouth sending him into a frenzy.

Within moments, his body convulsed, whines turning into desperate gasps. He attempted to hold back, but the inevitable orgasm building within his loins finally started to rear its sticky head. Pulzma delighted in the first spurts of thicker, creamier fluid hit his tongue, a mix of prostate fluid and semen, laced with pheromones making for a taste unlike any other, rich in fertility and potent in the ways it stirred the passions of those who tasted it.

With his instincts flaring high from the primal act of feeding on another male's essence, Pulzma strengthened the intensity of his feasting. He suckled harder, drawing out every drop of sweetness from Shaelran's tense cock, claws digging their sharp tips gently into Shaelran's haunches.

Shaelran's moans filled the air, his body arching into Pulzma's mouth, desperate to seed the warm confines of the maw that gripped it. Each spurt of his release was met with eager swallowing, Pulzma's maw working tirelessly to milk him dry. The taste, the smell, the feel of Shaelran's cock throbbing and pulsing within him, it was all too much.

With his own climax a hair's breadth away, his body shaking with the need for release, Pulzma feared the waterfall of semen that would soon gush out of his already battered prostate. But he held back, focused entirely on Shaelran's pleasure. His senses were overwhelmed, his mind blank with the intensity of the moment. Every nerve lit up with the primal satisfaction of giving pleasure to another male. This one feeling proved more intense than he had ever imagined, more fulfilling than any previous encounter with females. The vulnerability of another male like Shaelran's trembling beneath him, about to surrender his essence to his maw, was ecstatic. For the anticipation of that moment thrummed through Pulzma's veins, merging with his own arousal in a heady cocktail of hot lust and thrumming need.

To make matters even hotter, Shaelran's pleas and whimpers spurred Pulzma on, his tongue working feverishly along the sensitive ridges of Shaelran's member. He felt the tension in Shaelran's body build to a crescendo, every shudder and gasp strengthening the blissful throbs of the pleasure he inflicted. The taste of Shaelran's pre-seed became increasingly thicker, a tantalizing promise of the release to come. The memory of those two dragons mating flashed in his mind, the image of them climaxing together, so raw, so powerful, it made Pulzma so eager to be the one to bring another male to that same peak of ecstasy. Whether with maw, cock, or ass, he did not care.

Not now. Not when the mere idea of swallowing Shaelran's essence, of tasting his most intimate fluids, started to drive his own seed up the leaking tubes of his own throbbing shaft.

Shaelran's body went rigid, his breath hitching in his throat. Pulzma could feel the exact moment when Shaelran's control snapped, the brown dragon's knot swelling within his maw, locking him in place as he would a partner. Shaelran's eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and, with a sound that was part moan, part roar, he gave himself up to the fiery orgasm that overtook him.

Moaning his own satisfaction once the first powerful spurt of semen hit his tongue, the fluid thick and warm, Pulzma eagerly consumed the essence. He allowed it to flood his mouth with the rich, potent taste of fresh essence. The force of the ejaculation surprised, for that first jet of semen filled his mouth almost instantly due to the knot trapped between his jaws. Pulzma swallowed reflexively, his throat working to keep up with the steady stream of cum that followed. Each swallow felt like a cathartic experience, a reaffirmation of his desires, a confirmation that this was exactly what he had been yearning for.

Each spurt was accompanied by a deep, rhythmic pulse of Shaelran's cock, the brown dragon's body shuddering with each throb pushing his precious seeds out. Pulzma delighted in the throbbing against his tongue, the way Shaelran's knot swelled even more, testing the capabilities of his maw. The sheer volume of semen became daunting to hold after but three lances, for it was more than Pulzma had ever anticipated, filling his mouth and spilling out around the edges of his maw.

Yet, he remained determined to do his best, guiding his partner with rumbling growls, kneading motions of his paws, and intense suckling as Shaelran became more desperate, his lower regions convulsing with the intensity of his climax. Pulzma's tongue continued to move, coaxing every drop of cum from Shaelran's throbbing member. He could taste the subtle changes in the fluid, the initial salty burst giving way to a thicker, creamier texture, rich with pheromones that made the purple male's head swim with arousal.

To add to the intensity of his first time sucking another male, the brown dragon's body bucked against him, each movement sending another pulse of semen into his eager mouth. Pulzma's own arousal felt like a constant ache between the dragon's legs, his cock leaking pre-cum in response to the primal act of swallowing another male's seed. His own orgasm kept building and building, fueled by the sheer eroticism of the moment.

And yet, he did not crest that peak just yet. As Shaelran's orgasm finally began to subside, the spurts of semen slowing to a trickle, Pulzma continued to suckle gently. He remained focused on Shaelran's needs, his tongue coaxing the last drops from the smooth male's exhausted body. The brown dragon's breaths came in gasps, his body limp with the aftershocks of his release. A deep sense of satisfaction took root in him, buzzing through his mind like the gentle lashes of pleasure that still fed into his cock. Knowing he had brought Shaelran to such heights of pleasure made him just as proud and fulfilled as a dragon that would've released alongside his partner. He marveled at the way Shaelran's entire body had responded. At how his paws had trembled, his claws had unsheathed and curled into the ground, and his muscles had tensed and released in waves with the weight of his release.

Once proof of the dragon's fading orgasm manifested in dry spasms against his tongue, Pulzma finally released Shaelran's knot, allowing the organ to flop out of his wet maw. his tongue giving one last, lingering lick to the sensitive head of the cock that gave him so much satisfaction.

He sat back on his haunches, his own erection still painfully hard, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. His maw was slick with saliva and semen, the taste of Shaelran's release lingering on his tongue. The memory of the two dragons he had watched so long ago flashed in his mind again, this time overlaid with the reality of his own experience. It was more intense, more fulfilling than he had ever imagined.

And that pleased him greatly.

"Rrrhhh..." Pulzma growled softly. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that didn't exacerbate the throbbing need between his legs. "My own needs prove bothersome in the wake of your release."

After he adjusted himself in the plushy nest of pillows, he finally settled on his back, spreading his legs slightly to keep his leaking member from touching anything that could risk further stimulation.

Shaelran moved beside him, his amber eyes filled with a gentle concern. His smooth, scale-less hide seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the room, the veils and jewelry that had adorned him earlier now scattered around them. His movements felt fluid and graceful, tail trailing lazily behind him. Without a word, he began to clean Pulzma's snout with long, soothing licks, his warm tongue tracing the same lips and teeth that had tasted his own seed moments ago.

Shaelran's gentle grooming continued in silence, with nothing but rumbles and growls filling in. He paused occasionally to nuzzle Pulzma's neck, a soft rumble of contentment vibrating in his chest. "I'm surprised by you, Pulzma," he said softly. "The reserved dragon who entered my room turned into such a hungry, instinct-driven creature almost on a whim."

Pulzma opened his eyes, meeting Shaelran's amber gaze. He could see the genuine curiosity there, the wonder at the transformation he had undergone. "I... suppose that may be the case," he admitted. "This hunger is owed to you as much as my own desires. I needed to know that I could give in to my desires without holding back. That I could choose to pleasure another male, to want them with the entirety of my desires."

Shaelran nodded gently. His tongue continued its soothing journey along Pulzma snout, each lick a silent affirmation of his acceptance. "You did more than that. What you've offered me is a downpour on a parched, arid land. Have you...enjoyed my taste?"

Pulzma hesitated, then nodded, the words spilling from him in a rush. "That I did.... More than I ever thought possible. I needed to hear it from the maw of another dragon, to convince me that it is not mere delusion feeding my satisfaction. Have I done well...for my first time? Did you enjoy me?" He nudged his way into Shaelran's neck, desperate for validation, thirsting for reassurance.

Shaelran's lips stretched into a smile as radiant as the sun, warm and genuine. He paused his grooming to look Pulzma in the eyes, his own gaze filled with sincerity. "You performed admirably, Pulzma. And I enjoyed every moment of it."

His voice flowed like soothing balm to Pulzma's troubled soul, a confirmation that his desires were not only acceptable among his own kin, but deeply appreciated.

With a soft sigh Pulzma retreated back into his plush nest, finding a more comfortable position as he prepared to share his thoughts. "Gratitude, Shaelran. I've been struggling for a while now, carrying such desires like stones strapped upon my wings," he began with a longing stare in his eyes. "Struggling to find validation for my desires. Yearning to taste affection in the embrace of another male. To do the things we did without holding anything back."

Shaelran continued his gentle grooming, his tongue moving in slow, rhythmic strokes as it traded snout and neck for the sinuous shapes of the purple dragon's toes. Pulzma allowed him to indulge, even if the proximity of that delightful tongue hovering so close to leaking member flared the heat of his lingering passions.

"The scent of a male arouses me just as much as a female at the peak of her heat. More so, even. The taste of another male, the hardness of their shaft either rubbing along my snout or throbbing inside my mouth, is so infuriatingly stimulating," he confessed, trembling with the weight of his admission. "Even with the taste of seed fresh upon tongue, the aching of my nethers still throbbing in rhythm with my lusts, I still...wish for more."

Shaelran listened intently, his gentle licks never ceasing. His paws rested lightly on Pulzma's chest, claws gently sheathed as he stroked the purple dragon's plated underside with the softness of his pads. "You're not alone with such thoughts," he said softly. "Many share those desires. It's natural to seek such pleasures amongst your own kin, regardless of their gender."

Pulzma nodded, the tension in his body slowly easing under Shaelran's soothing touch. He lifted a hundpaw to rest on Shaelran's chest, the gesture standing as token of gratitude for such deep, soothing understanding. "You speak truly, and yet, I worry about your position here," he said, his tone shifting to one of concern. "Your warm nature can be taken advantage of so easily."

The dragon paused, picking his head up, tongue stilling for a moment as he considered Pulzma's words. "Few who come here have truly selfish intentions," he replied softly. "Most seek mutual pleasures."

Pulzma frowned at that, refusing to fully accept that. "But the House's rules," he snarled softly, voice rising with frustration. "The cage, the inhibitions, they aren't fair to you."

Shaelran deflected at first, his voice calm. "I have told you before how my place here comes with certain limitations. That feeble cage is how we ensure the clients' needs are met without compromising our objectivity. Strike it from your thoughts, dragon. You liberated me today. Let us enjoy the time we have left with warmer thoughts to guide us." He resumed his grooming, his licks now slower, more thoughtful.

Pulzma shook his head, his fiery orange eyes locking onto Shaelran's. "But your best interests aren't always considered by your employers. You deserve more than this.

With a soft growl, Shaelran paused yet again. He looked away, his ears flicking back in uncertainty. "Now you are the one who speaks true. But, I hardly see myself doing anything else, Pulzma. This is what I know. This is what I am proficient at. For better or worse, a pleasure-dragon is who I am...who I've always been."

Pulzma's heart pounded as he grappled with Shaelran's words. He couldn't shake the feeling of injustice that the pleasure-dragon faced. But before he could dwell further on that matter, Shaelran spoke again, pausing his current concerns. "Rather than concern ourselves with the future, we should set our gaze upon more...pressing concerns." The dragon said as he slithered closer. "What should we do that you desire, hrrr?"

The purple male hesitated at the question. His fiery orange eyes drifted  down to his own member, hard, wet. It had left a damp patch on the pillow beneath him, smearing the cherry red a shade darker. Shaelran's eyes followed Pulzma's gaze, and with a knowing smile, he lowered himself down on his belly and nudged Pulzma's flank aside, exposing the engorged shaft fully. The sight of such a juicy, eager, throbbing cock seemed to ignite something in Shaelran.

"All this mess you made deserves a clean-up," Shaelran murmured with a seductive purr. He lowered his head, his long, smooth snout gliding down Pulzma's underbelly, his tongue flicking out to lick the wetness dripping down the dragon's plates. Each stroke of Shaelran's tongue lashed the purple's receptive cock with heat, causing him to hiss, for his breath, to hitch with each caress. Shaelran's tongue was so delightfully warm and wet that it could easily usher in another quake of unbearable pleasure...as it seemed to happen.

Hissing more sharply, his hips bucking involuntarily against the oppressive licks, Pulzma found himself struggling as the licks became more thorough. Exquisite as the idea of filling Shaelran's wanting maw with his seed all over again had been, Pulzma found himself craving something more. Something deeper, more vigorous. He closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him as fantasies of dominating Shaelran began to take root in his mind.

While he fantasized, that delightful tongue moved with a precision that spoke of years of experience, tracing the contours of Pulzma's ridges, each stroke deliberate and calculated to elicit maximum pleasure. The brown dragon's breath was warm against the wanting shaft, paired perfectly with the slick, rhythmic motion of his tongue. The sensations became almost too much to bear, Pulzma's mind swirling with the need for more and the warmth of the present.

In his mind's eye, he saw himself thrusting hard into Shaelran's tight ass, felt the heat of his climax building as he filled the brown dragon with his seed. The fantasy was so vivid, so consuming, that Pulzma began to thrust against the pillow beneath him without even realizing it. His growls and hisses filled the room, sounds of pleasure slapping back against the slick, rhythmic strokes of Shaelran's tongue.

Shaelran sensed Pulzma's growing need and adjusted his movements, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of Pulzma's cock before trailing down to the base. The brown dragon nuzzled the heavy balls resting there, his soft, padded paws gently kneading the tender flesh. The brown dragon's long, tapered tail flicked back and forth with anticipation, his amber eyes glinting with satisfaction as he felt Pulzma's pleasure build.

But then, just when the pleasure started to ascend in the form of a slithering serpent of molten bliss, Pulzma's mind faltered. What if he hurt Shaelran? What if his cock was too big, his paws too brutish, his demeanor too savage? The thought made him freeze, his body tensing as the wave of pleasure receded. "Stop," he rasped. "I can't... I refuse to hurt you with my wanton lusts."

He said so even as his cock throbbed, dripping with arousal, while the tension in his muscles slowly eased. Shaelran watched him with wide, curious eyes, clearly surprised by the sudden halt. Questions lingered in his eyes. Confusion.

And lust.

"How could you even...by climaxing in my eyes, perhaps?" Shaelran asked with a soft but insistent concern. "What fears are these, to ooze out of nowhere?"

Pulzma hesitated. "It's... it's complicated," he muttered.

The brown male moved closer, his smooth, scale-less hide brushing against Pulzma's armored flank. "Tell me," he urged gently. "I, too, seek to understand."

Pulzma took a deep breath, memories of his fantasies flashing through his mind. He wanted to share, to explain, but the words felt heavy on his tongue. "I... I've had these fantasies," he began slowly. "Fantasies of dominating another dragon, of making another male release simply by mating him in his...tail entrance."

Shaelran's eyes widened with understanding, but he remained silent, allowing Pulzma to continue.

"I've always feared what my desires could unleash. That in my haste to claim, to seed, to take...I would hurt someone, that my size and strength would be too overwhelming. I don't want to cause pain, Shaelran. I just... want to have what those dragons did. Grrhhh...how their coupling torments me so!"

 "I see," Shaelran rumbled quietly. "So you still fear the very thing we attempted to abolish. That same weight that latched onto you ever since-"

"Yes. Yes..." Pulzma's heart ached with the weight of his fears and desires. "It is not right, to inflict such urges upon a soft-scale as kind as you...and yet-"

Shaelran shook his head, extending a wing over Pulzma's neck. "Desire is not something to fly away from, but embrace," he assured Pulzma. "I trust in the care you bear towards me, in the gentle soul that you are, beneath these plates. Trust me to guide you, to help you find that same balance between pleasure and control we explored earlier."

The purple scaled warrior's heart quickened as Shaelran turned around with graceful precision, lifting his tail to reveal his twitching tailhole. The sight of such eager invitation sent a jolt of desire through Pulzma's body, his cock throbbing with painful yearning to spill its load once more. His eyes traveled over Shaelran's smooth, tawny scrotum, noting how it hung heavily between his legs, enscased in the softest of skins. The dragon had such fine assets. Was it not a shame, to refuse an invitation so willingly given?

His allure was overwhelming. Even from a few steps away, Pulzma could see the muscles of Shaelran's rear tensing slightly with need, with desire to be tasted, to be taken. His breath hitched as he moved closer, nostrils flaring to welcome in the scent of Shaelran's arousal. He hesitated, conflicted about how to proceed, his mind racing with doubts and fears. What if he was too rough? What if the dragon would whimper not in pleasure, but in pain? Was he even used to larger dragons knocking at his nether gates?

While he pondered, Shaelran backed his rear towards him, closer and closer, until Pulzma found himself nose to ass with the smooth skin of the pleasure-dragon's taint brushing against his nose. And yet, he pushed closer still, narrowing the distance until that warm, inviting ass was but an inch away.

Tender, heady male musk filled Pulzma's senses, erasing his doubts, awakening instincts so primal he hardly even noticed. Without considering the consequences he had dwelled on so much already, Pulzma began licking Shaelran's soft, eager rim. His tongue moved in long, sloppy strokes, savoring the taste of the soft male's rectum. Each lick pushed deeper, probing into the twitching tailhole.

Shaelran's soft moans and sighs were music to Pulzma's ears. "Yes, raarhhhh... just like that," he whimpered, tail trembling from how high it rose. "Deeper... take me deeper."

The encouragement pushed Pulzma's tongue further, each lick more fervent than the last. He could feel Shaelran's body responding to his licks with every slurp into those tight, wanting depths, the smaller dragon squirming with rising desire. Pulzma's inhibitions faltered under the relentless surge of his instincts as Shaelran's teasing voice continued, each word stoking further arousal.

"You're doing so well, Pulzma... I can feel your hunger," Shaelran moaned, his words punctuated by soft gasps. "Don't hold back... give in to your desires. Do...what any male should."

His resolve crumbled, replaced by an overwhelming need to claim Shaelran. He pulled back, his breath ragged, muscles and cock alike trembling with anticipation. Clambering over Shaelran, he positioned himself over the smaller male so that his leaking tip throbbed against the entrance of Shaelran's tight hole. He could feel the heat radiating from Shaelran's body, the smaller dragon's tailhole twitching in eager expectation for something far firmer than a tongue to pierce its depths.

With a deep growl, Pulzma thrust forward. In his haste, he jabbed at Shaelran's balls and flanks before finally finding his mark. The initial penetration sizzled among his snout in the form of a snarl while Shaelran's body went completely rigid, his tailhole tightening around the intruding cock as it pushed inside.

"Rrrahhh....go deeper," Shaelran urged, hoisting his tail a bit higher. "I want to feel all of you."

Pulzma deliriously obeyed that command. With thrusts shallow and deliberate, he made himself welcome in the male's tightening tunnel, pushing himself further into Shaelran's welcoming embrace with each repeated thrust. The sensation was exquisite, the tightness of Shaelran's tender tail entrance around him driving him to huff and rumble with pleasure. Each inch he gained was a victory, a step closer to the wet dreams painted by his sullied desires.

Pulzma's growls soon turned into moans. He moved with a primal rhythm to him, and after he began feeling himself at home in the tail of his partner, he began thrusting in earnest, turning those controlled motions into sloppy and eager splat-fests. Shaelran shuddered beneath him, the weight of the thrusts sieging his gates making him tremble with hisses of delight. The sensation of being filled, of having Pulzma inside him, proved once again too much to bear.

The sound of their coupling filled the room. Growls, moans, and the slick rhythm of flesh against flesh painted the song of their union. Pulzma's claws dug into Shaelran's sides and raked along his tender flesh gently, yet surely, his need to claim and dominate overtaking his fears.

Shaelran constant yowling proved constant encouragement, his words a lifeline for Pulzma's faltering control. "Yesssss... just like that," the dragon backed into him, eager to take more. "Don't hold back... take me. Fill me. Mate with me, as you always wanted."

Pulzma did. He thrust, he licked, he yowled, he leaked! Breath ragged, body trembling with the overwhelming sting of heat coursing through him, he became a prey to Shaelran's tight, welcoming hole contracting around his cock, each squeeze driving him further down the frenzy of copulation. The heat of his fantasies mingled with reality, and soon, he started to forget who he was, where he was, who...he was mating with.

Wild, sloppy thrusts caused Pulzma's grip on Shaelran to tighten more and more. His claws slid along smooth hide rather than hardened scale, leaving red lines in their wake. The soft, scale-less hide gave way easily under his powerful grasp, but Shaelran's whines and yowls of pleasure spurred him on. In that whirlwind of images preceding his orgasm, the memory of the mating dragons biting, grabbing, and seeding each other began to override his reality. The sight of them reduced to such a bestial state, the intensity of their coupling, all of it fueled his need to do the same.

To claim and dominate his partner, like any alpha male would.

He pulled Shaelran closer, his powerful forepaws sliding along to grasp onto the tender dragon's haunches. Shaelran's body arched beneath him, the smooth muscles of his anus flexing as Pulzma pushed deeper and deeper. Their balls slapped together with each forceful thrust, the sound adding to the sloppy work of their passion.

As the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, Pulzma's heated needs turned to Shaelran's cock. He needed to feel it, to know that his partner was as consumed by this desire same as he was. With a trembling forepaw, he reached down, finding Shaelran's throbbing member hard and slick with pre-cum, the spaded head pulsing in time with his own thrusts.

Shaelran gasped, his body arching into a thrust once strong fingers entrapped his sensitive knot. "Rawwwhhh! I...Pulzma, my...you'll make me..." Shaelran's voice trailed off into a moan, followed by a choked, raspy growl.

Pulzma too growled, his teeth bared in a fierce snarl as he fought to hold his seed back. His entire body coiled like a spring, every muscle tensed as he sought the confirmation embedded into his mind. He needed to know that Shaelran was as consumed by desire as he was, needed to feel the proof of his partner's release.

With a final, powerful thrust, Pulzma collapsed on his side, pulling Shaelran tight against him into a side embrace. His snout buried itself between padded forepaws in an attempt to smell and feel the smell of wet, erect cock, but he was too far, the position, too improper.

Still, the strong sscent of spilled fluids filled his nostrils with a strong musk that made his own need surge. Within that moment of pure ecstasy, he felt it: seed, shot straight from Shaelran's cock, making his snout its new home.

The warm splatters became the confirmation Pulzma had yearned for. It was finally here, wet and fertile and blissful! He had done it! He had made another male cum by mating them hard in the ass. The realization tested his ability to withhold his seed when he inhaled deeply, for savoring the scent of Shaelran's release weakened him greatly.

With more cum splattering over his snout, Pulzma surrendered to the heat of his own orgasm not with a roar, but with a trembling moan. His body quaked, every part of him trembling with the force of his release. Through a sharp, sudden throb, his seed exploded into Shaelran's tight insides, the sheer fulfillment of it sending him into a frenzy of pleasure. He yowled his heart out, his pleasure resonating through the room.

For every stream of seed he shot, more of Shaelran's cum splattered onto his scrunched-up, hissing snout. The taste of it, the feel of it, drove him wild. He growled and roared, the primal sounds of his pleasure mating the carnal bliss working its doings beneath the tightening muscles of his nether regions. Tasting Shaelran's cum spurred him to ejaculate even harder.

Throughout his orgasm, Pulzma's forepaw squeezed Shaelran's knot rhythmically, coaxing every last drop of cum from his partner's balls. The sensation of Shaelran's cock throbbing in his grip, the warm seed splattering against his snout all blended beautifully into a haze of utter pleasure that left him breathless.

This act, this culmination of his desires, mirrored the beginning of his journey into accepting his deepest fantasies. It brought his transformation full circle, as he too reached his peak inside a male's quaking tailhole. Spurt by spurt, fantasy and reality merged together into the most powerful climax Pulzma had ever felt in his life.

And it did not end there. Not quite yet. He continued to thrust inside Shaelran, even as his orgasm wracked his body with wave after wave of pleasure. He seethed with the desperation to inseminate his partner, even if his partner happened to be male.

Soon, youwls became moans, only for moans to recede into growls. With his eyes fluttering open, Pulzma's movements slowed down as the intensity of his release began to wane. His breaths came in heavy pants, feeding energy into a body shuddering with the aftershocks of his climax. He remained inside Shaelran for a while longer so that none of those last, feeble spurts would go to waste.

As the final spurts of seed left his tensing shaft, Pulzma pulled out. With his own warm seed trickling over the penis that spilled so much into his partner -and more so, the smell of his own release filling the air- he felt a sense of fulfillment unlike anything he had ever known. The fear and doubt that had plagued him were gone, replaced by the serene afterglow of the moment.

He nuzzled Shaelran's neck, his breath coming in slow, heavy pants. "How fare you?"

"Rrrh, my tail..." Shaelran whimpered, exhaustion and satisfaction both lacing his shaking growl. "I ache as copiously as I drip....You truly made yourself at home down there, haven't you?"

Naught but satisfied noises paired with warm nuzzles answered that question as Pulzma's senses slowly began to climb down from the peak of his pleasure. His body still thrummed with the aftershocks of their intense coupling. The room, now filled with the heavy scent of their arousal, a heady mix of musk and seed, felt so much like home. But as the haze of satisfaction began to clear, a new scent entered Pulzma's nostrils, one that made his heart skip a beat. It was sharp, metallic. Something that should not be.

Blood. Fresh blood.

Horror flooded Pulzma's mind as he realized where the scents came from. His pleasure had come at a cost. He looked down at Shaelran, eyes wide with panic. The smooth, scale-less hide that had been so tenderly rubbing along his plated belly during his wild mating episode now stood marred with red streaks.

Marks left by his claws, which sunk deeper than he ever would've wanted.

"Shaelran..." Pulzma's voice almost broke. "What-what are those? You're bleeding. I... I hurt you, haven't I?"

Shaelran's amber eyes met his, and for a moment, there was a flicker of pain. But then Shaelran's expression softened, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his satisfied mouth. "Pay no mind to such scratches," he bumped his head against the purple's concerned snout. "I adored the vigor of your passion, he sounds of your breath, the heat of your seed.... Every moment was well worth the cost."

Pulzma shook his head, his heart aching with guilt. "No, this can not stand. I hardly wished for my pleasure to come at the cost of your own... I was too rough. I should have been more careful!"

A warm wing enveloped the distressed dragon. Cuddling closer, Shaelran made himself comfortable against the bulk of his partner, even though his own member had yet to retreat. "I appreciate honesty above all else, Pulzma. Your lust was something honest. Something real. That is the true worth of our union. I'm not some delicate damsel who needs constant comforting. Should you wish to put tongue to use, perhaps you can savor your own release?"

Pulzma wanted to believe Shaelran, to accept his words, but the sight of the blood made it difficult. "Allow me to at least-"

Shaelran snuck his head under his. "It's a small price to pay for all the pleasures you offered me," he bumped Pulzma's snout up. "I wanted this. I wanted you, fully and completely. Please, let us speak no more of this."

Pulzma took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The sincerity in Shaelran's eyes, the genuine affection beneath those words...they were not lying. Slowly, he nodded, his heart still heavy but willing to accept Shaelran's reassurance. "Very well," he said quietly. "We shall do as you wish."

Shaelran trilled with bliss, a warm, genuine sound that eased some of Pulzma's guilt. "I'm sure," he said. "Now, come here." He pulled Pulzma closer, wrapping his smooth body around the larger dragon. They shared a moment of tender cuddling, their tongues flicking out to clean each other's wounds and seed.

The intimacy of the moment felt like a balm to Pulzma's frayed nerves. The gentle rhythm of Shaelran's breath, the warmth of his body, the soft licks of his tongue--all of it proved a laxative for his troubled mind. For a while, they lay there in comfortable silence, their bodies entwined, members still throbbing weakly until their lusts fully receded in their respective shelters.

Their peaceful aftermath was interrupted by the arrival of a brothel attendant, a sleek female cougar with a professional demeanor. "Your session will end in half an hour," she informed them, her voice polite, but firm.

Pulzma felt a pang of disappointment. The realization that their time together was limited dispelled the magic of the moment. He looked at Shaelran, a question in his eyes. "What now?" his head drooped a little.

"We make the most of the time we have," Shaelran eagerly answered. He rose gracefully, his movements fluid despite the marks on his body. He walked over to a chest of drawers, pulling it open to reveal an array of toys and implements. "How about we try these again?"

Pulzma's eyes widened at the sight. "You mean...try them, in me? I've never... I know not how to even start..."

Shaelran growled playfully, eyes warm with understanding. "Worry not, my brave warrior. Your tender pleasure-dragon shall guide you through this adventure." He picked up a slender, jeweled toy with a tapered head, turning it over in his paws. "This one is my favorite," he said, holding it out to Pulzma. "It's perfect for shy males like you."

Pulzma took the proffered toy, his claws brushing against Shaelran's soft paddedfingers. "I'm... I'm not sure about this. What if it feels...odd?"

Shaelran warm nuzzle dispelled some of that concern.

"Trust me," he whispered. "Once inside, those ridges can be incredibly stimulating. Let me show you."

With gentle guidance, Shaelran helped Pulzma position himself on to his side. He gently inserted the toy inside him. The sensation proved strange at first, but as Shaelran moved it with practiced ease, Pulzma began to understand the joys beneath his worries. The new bursts of stimulation felt quite intense, but not unpleasant. In fact, they were quite the opposite.

Pulzma's initial hesitation gave way to curiosity and pleasure. He followed Shaelran's lead, allowing himself to explore more under Shaelran's tutelage. Though he always felt more comfortable on top, part of him always yearned to explore the other side of the mating act.

And now, he did.

As their session drew to a close, Pulzma's scales bristled with contentment of which he had never known before. He had found something radiant in Shaelran's embrace, a piece of himself he would've never acknowledged without the warm paws of another to guide the way. He had found acceptance, validation, and a deep, abiding bond.

"Thank you," he said softly, cuddling the smaller dragon at his side. "For everything."

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