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...

Until now.

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Pulzma stood on the crest of the hill overlooking the village of Nar. His royal purple scales glinted in the waning sunlight, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside him. As the leader and captain of his flock of over a dozen dragons, he stood as the embodiment of strength and propriety.

Or at least... that was what everyone expected. Lately, his thoughts had been anything but proper. As he gazed upon the lavish villa his band of miscreants had chosen for tonight's relaxation activities, Pulzma pondered. And he pondered quite hard, for the incident that sparked his inner conflict played over in his mind repeatedly, like a haunting clash between past and present, proper and improper, leader...and something different.

It all started from what had been a simple patrol duty when he stumbled upon two of his flockmates. Hidden by the dense underbrush of the forest they were supposed to fly over, he watched as they engaged in unspeakably intimate acts, sniffing and licking each other's genitals before wrestling to decide who would top. Pulzma's eyes widened in shock at the conclusion of those games. Though things headed in that direction, his strong mind and sturdier values hardly accepted the truth happening before his very eyes. The victor mounting his partner, grabbing him hungrily with his paws, burying himself down to the root of his cock, and then...a roaring finish. This strange scene culminated as quickly as it started, with a a premature ejaculation so intense for its brief flicker of a moment that spurred the top's partner to spurt over the ground as well. Pulzma's heart raced with shameful arousal, his body reacting in ways that bewildered and shamed him. He remembered how hard he got. Why, he almost felt the throbs of the top dragon's cock in his own nethers, pushing him towards the edge, wanting his seed to flow out merely by the virtue of visualization. The sight of his comrades -reliable dragons, males he slept, fought, and ate with- descending into such a raw, primal state disturbed him... but it also awakened something deep within him.

Something he couldn't ignore forever.

Pulzma's unease did not go unnoticed. After that day, his comrades, though oblivious to the true cause, sensed his tension and decided to lighten the mood through various means. For today's prank, they arranged a consort for him at Nar's prestigious pleasure house, thinking it would be a harmless joke.

That was how Pulzma found himself reluctantly standing at the entrance of the opulent establishment, with his friends's growly laughter and ribbing remarks still echoing in his ears.

"Come on, Captain! Lighten the load of that frown up for once!" one of them chortled, nudging him playfully with a swipe of his tapered tail. Another nudged his flank with a wing and added, "You need such soft forms of distraction, trust us. The weight you've been carrying inside you awaits its due release."

Release. Right...as if he'd ever...with any creature not bearing the title of a mate.

"I've never seen you this tense, Pulzma, Considering your options, rrrh?" another dragon added with a toothy grin. "Worry not. For you, we pick only the finest. A night here is just what you need."

"Besides, it's not like you can avoid it now," a friend quipped, giving him a sly wink. "We went to a lot of trouble to set this up. You wouldn't want to disappoint us, would you?"

Pulzma tried to muster a smile, but it felt more like a grimace. "Nrrrhhh...very well," he rumbled, his deep voice betraying none of the turmoil inside him. "I shall indulge you. For now."

As Pulzma crossed the threshold into the pleasure house to the roaring mirth of his fellow dragons, he was greeted by a graceful cougar attendant. She was an elegant thing, her movements fluid as the silks she wore as she approached him with a welcoming smile. "Good evening, sire. May I take your name?" Her voice flowed out of her maw like the song of a soothing river, contrasting sharply with the anxiety twisting in Pulzma's gut.

"Pulzma," the dragon rumbled, trying to keep himself as proper as he could, given the situation.

"Ah, Captain Pulzma!" she purred, amber eyes lighting up with recognition. "I've heard much about your exploits in the region. It truly bears an honor to host you here, in our tranquil establishment. If you will follow me, please." She gestured for him to follow, leading him through a lush garden that delighted him with its opulence.

Unlike the monotonous forests he often patrolled through, this garden proved a sensory feast. Exotic flowers in full bloom lined the surrounding terrace, their petals glowing under the soft, ambient lighting. The air, laden with the scent of jasmine and night-blooming orchids, hardly stung the dragon's nostrils, tamed by the earthy aroma of damp soil and fresh leaves. Water trickled gently from a nearby fountain, creating a soothing balm for his ears together with the distant chirping of nocturnal insects. Pulzma couldn't help but feel a slight easing of his tension as he took in the serene surroundings.

The path they took felt like it had been cobbled mere days back, each stone meticulously placed to form an elegant, winding route through the vegetation. With each step he took down that path, tall fronds and delicate leaves brushed against his sides. That would've felt like a fellow dragon's comforting touch, a gentle tickle against his scales, were it not for the tickling in the other parts of his body. His wings, folded neatly at his back, occasionally caught on the overhanging plants, the sensation soothing him from the ticklish nature of the fronds.

"Our artisans worked day and night to create this serene space," the cougar said. "Though the gardens are not made for coupling, certain arrangements can be made, should you desire to spend the night outside."

Pulzma grunted, shaking his head. A polite nod from the feline followed, along with a beckoning. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated their way as they headed towards the bowels of the villa, casting gentle shadows that danced with the flickering light. Pulzma's claws clicked softly on the cobblestones. His steps were the only sound in the otherwise tranquil setting, for the feline's padded underfeet created none.

The path wound through the garden, flanked by tall hedges and delicate statues of mythical creatures. Pulzma's heightened senses picked up on every detail: the coolness of the stones under his feet, the way the lantern light flickered and played on the intricate designs of the statues, and the subtle shifts in the scents of the flowers as they moved deeper into the garden.

As they walked, the cougar attendant chatted amiably, asking about his battles and adventures. Pulzma responded with monosyllabic answers at first, but the attendant's genuine admiration gradually coaxed more out of him. He recounted a particularly fierce battle against the gryphons of Thar'Valthor during the civil war of the eastern provinces when the feline's admiration began to manifest in vocal ways.

"You're quite the hero amongst these parts," she laughed softly, her eyes gleaming with admiration. "It's not every day we get someone of your stature to pillow with one of our pleasure-givers. Would you care to lift the veil on who you shall lay with tonight?"

"No. That shall not be...necessary." Pulzma grunted in response, feeling a bit more at ease, in spite of the flickering thoughts playing through his mind. Who could it be? A serpentine dragon from the Western Cliffs? Maybe even a gryphon? His flock certainly would have a good laugh, pitting their captain in a duel of lusts with a species they fought against not too long ago.

The garden gave way to a corridor, and before Pulzma could theorize further, the attendant began to explain the rules and etiquette of the pleasure house. Pulzma listened intently, with ears twitching at some of the more unusual allowances. His thoughts kept drifting back to the unsettling desires that had begun to surface within him. Desires that clashed with the image he had always upheld as a leader.

As they exited the garden and walked through a corridor, the atmosphere grew more intimate, the lighting softer, the air scented with exotic fragrances. "If you have any questions about those rules, do ask," the attendant explained. "Now, I shall introduce you to the intimate set. You are allowed to do most things you crave, even debauched acts like the spilling of urine on your partner, as long as you have their consent."

Who would ever give theirs for something so...so humiliating? Pulzma's stomach churned at the thought. The idea of indulging in such acts was nothing short of repulsive to him, a dragon that had been raised to uphold only the most respectable set of values since he grew old enough to hunt.

The cougar continued undeterred, listing more acts that were permitted with consent, each one more disturbed than the last to the purple dragon's stern opinions. "Some clients enjoy being bound and gagged with all sorts of implements, even scrotums, while others might find pleasure in the sting of fresh pain," she said on a tone so direct, so matter-of-fact, that Pulzma wondered how many of such clients even visited this establishment

His scales prickled at the thought, his mind struggling to reconcile the disparity between these acts and his own suppressed desires. The attendant's words faded into the background as Pulzma wrestled with his thoughts while he walked in silence.

Is this really the place for me? Pulzma thought, his mind racing for an answer that could possibly explain his presence here. He had always prided himself on his strength, his leadership, his ability to remain composed in any situation. Yet here he was, entering a world that was completely alien to him. A den of depravity masking itself with opulence, filled with acts and desires that he had never allowed himself to fully explore.

He could leave, but...how could he explain to his flock that he, the captain they followed into life and death situations, found himself overwhelmed in the face of a good pillowing? The weight of his comrades' expectations pressed down on him like a sack of rocks, making each step feel heavier than the last.

The corridor opened into another lush, intimate space, filled with plush seating and soft music. The lighting followed the same dim rule, creating a sense of privacy and seclusion. The attendant stopped in front of a large, lavish wooden gate. "This will be where you will bed for the evening," she said, turning to face him with a warm toothy smirk. "I hope you find everything to your satisfaction."

Pulzma nodded, his throat dry. "Grrr-gratitude," he managed to blurt out. The attendant smiled and opened the door, gesturing for him to enter. She wished him a blissful time before departing, her fuzzy tail flicking behind her, leaving him staring at the gate's ornate carvings of dragons, gryphons, and many other creatures engaging in sexual acts with one another. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was stepping into a world that would challenge everything he knew about himself.

Taking a deep breath, Pulzma squared his shoulders and pushed the gate open with a firm nudge of his horned head. The door swung open, revealing the dimly lit, luxurious chamber beyond. Pulzma steeled himself for what was to come. His eyes needed a moment to adjust to the soft, ambient lighting that bathed the room in its gentle radiance.

He stepped inside, his claws clicking on the polished floor as he moved deeper into the room. The opulence of the chamber overwhelmed a simple soldier like him. Plush carpets that sank beneath his weight, low tables adorned with delicate ornaments, and rich fabrics draped elegantly from the ceiling. Pulzma's tail blade swished cautiously behind him, narrowly avoiding a delicate vase decorated with phallus inscriptions perched precariously on a table's edge.

Every step felt like a potential disaster. The plush carpets caught his claws awkwardly, and he found himself moving with an unusual tentativeness. His size, usually a source of pride, now felt like a liability in this refined space. And when he tries to clam himself down through a deep breath, the scent of exotic incense interwoven with the underlying fragrance of fresh flowers and other perfumes coaxed out a good sneeze.

He wasn't meant to be here, a bear in a badger's delicate burrow!

Before he had any more reasons to panic, a gentle rustle of fabric drew his attention, and Pulzma turned to see a brown, smooth, scale-less dragon emerging gracefully from behind a screen. Adorned in veils and jewelry that accentuated his exotic allure, the dragon moved with a fluid elegance that mesmerized his focused eyes. The veils shifted slightly with his movements, giving fleeting glimpses of his tawny underside and darker brown back. Pulzma, unaware of the dragon's true gender, found himself captivated by tonight's company's elegance and unfamiliar features.

The dragon paused once he came in full view, regarding Pulzma with a serene expression. "Welcome," he said, tail gently curling around his form. "I am Shaelran, and I have already been made aware of your arrival, Pulzma."

"I...am grateful for the introductions, but..." Pulzma took another step forward, his unease momentarily forgotten as he studied Shaelran, "I can hardly make my way around without shredding or breaking something."

The plush carpets beneath his feet felt softer, and the rich ambiance of the room seemed to close in around him, offering both comfort and confinement. His tail, still a potential threat to the delicate ornaments, swished nervously as he tried to find a place to rest it safely.

Shaelran observed Pulzma's struggle and quickly joined in. "Step softly and slowly," he advised, joining so close their bodies rubbed together briefly. "No rush is needed."

Pulzma nodded. Ignoring the heat building beneath he scales, he tried to mimic Shaelran's delicate movements. He couldn't help but notice how effortlessly this creature navigated the room. The brown dragon's feline-like paws had retractable claws, and his tail was long and tapered, avoiding obstacles with ease.

"Your movements are so... graceful," Pulzma rumbled, his deep voice echoing slightly in the chamber. "Where does your kind hail from?"

Shaelran's eyes twinkled with amusement as he responded, "I should say the DryStone canyons, but...that would be where my sires have hatched. I...am a pleasure dragon, specifically raised by this establishment and trained for this kind of work since I was old enough to provide."

Pulzma nodded slowly, his mind racing with questions and thoughts. The term "pleasure dragon" was unfamiliar to him, like many things related to such dens of depravity, and he felt intrigued as well as uneasy at the idea of requiring Shaelran to 'provide' those kinds of pleasures to him. He took another careful step forward, his claws retracting slightly to avoid catching on the carpet.

"I've never seen a dragon like you throughout my travels, and long had my flights been across the continent," Pulzma admitted on a softer tone now. "You move with such ease in this space."

Shaelran tilted his head, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It comes with practice and experience. A skill you shall quickly acquire." he said, nudging his neck delicately. "Allow me to introduce you to a few objects of interest."

Pulzma followed Shaelran as he moved gracefully through the room, presenting him with the chamber's amenities. The larger dragon took everything in silently, his eyes darting from the ornate furniture to the array of adult toys on display. His mind struggled to process half of what the dragon was saying, full of thoughts and emotions that battled each other in their attempts to reconcile the elegance of the room with the purpose of his visit.

Shaelran paused by the chest of drawers, opening one to reveal an assortment of toys. "These are for pleasure, to enhance your experience," he explained, picking up a few in his maw and showing them to Pulzma. "And then, down below, we have other instruments, designed for spicier pleasures."

The purple dragon's paw slammed down on top of Shaelran's before the scale-less male had the chance to reveal those. "No need."

"As you wish," Shaelran patiently waited for his paw to regain its freedom. Once it did, it took to step again as they moved around the room, Shaelran's veils brushed softly against Pulzma's scales, leading to self conscious thoughts on the latter's side. Pulzma grunted in response to Shaelran's explanations related to the intimate things they could do, feeling more out of place with each step. His mind raced with questions, but he remained silent, trying to absorb everything.

"This is your nest for the evening," Shaelran said, gesturing to a large, cushy nest of pillows. "And here is mine." He indicated a smaller nest nearby. "Explore all you wish, in whatever manner you desire. Including me, should you prefer the sight of my natural hide without these adornments."

Pulzma nodded, offering no clear answer besides his usual stoic grunt. He stepped closer to the larger nest more as a way to distract himself from the heat rushing all over his body, testing the softness of the pillows with a tentative claw. The plushness was inviting, and he felt a slight easing of the tension that had gripped him since he entered the pleasure house.

Shaelran watched him from behind, tapered tail gently tapping its tip over the top of a forepaw. "It's natural to feel out of place at first," he said gently. "But remember, you're here to relax and enjoy yourself above all else. Though our time together is limited, we can do only the things you desire most, even the simplest ones, like lounging together. What kind of pleasures do you seek, if I may be so bold to ask?"

Pulzma froze, his mind suddenly blank. What kind of pleasures did he seek? His thoughts jumbled together, and he struggled to find the right words that would convey a proper answer. It felt hardly proper to outright declare his mounting fantasies, even inside a pleasure house...even to one that provided such pleasures.

His snout heated up the more he delayed the answer, a rare occurrence for the usually composed dragon. "I... I have fought simpler battles than providing the answer you seek," he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically small. "The mere concept of laying with a dragon I hardly know feels coarse. I may not be able to-"

Shaelran nodded with a gentle rustle of his wings. "Rrhhh, be at ease. There's no need to have all the answers revealed. We can take our time and explore whatever your desires conjure together."

Pulzma took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. The gentle, reassuring tone of his intended lay helped to calm his nerves, but he still felt a deep-seated anxiety about the unknown. He glanced around the room again, his eyes landing on the chest of toys. "Those objects. How are they used?"

Shaelran's smile widened slightly. "Let me show you," he said, moving gracefully towards the chest. He opened it with a deft flick of his paw, revealing an array of intricately designed toys. He picked up a tapered, orca-shaped one first, displaying it before Pulzma's curious eyes. "This one is shaped for gentle entry. One that males unaccustomed to receive their partner in their only hole would prefer," he explained, turning it over in his paws to show Pulzma.

Next, he picked up a standard dragon penis replica with ridges underneath. "This one is more familiar, were I to make a wild guess," Shaelran said suggestively. "I have saw, felt, and tasted many similar males with those exact features, mrrhhh," he licked his snout suggestively.

Pulzma's eyes widened slightly as he recognized the shape. The ridges were indeed very similar to his own!

Finally, Shaelran picked up a toy with a knot at the base. "And this," he said, taking on a more appreciative tone, "is one of my favorites. The knot presses wonderfully against the prostate, providing bursts of intense pleasure whenever your inner muscles would grab onto it."

As Shaelran offered him the choice, Pulzma hesitated before pointing a claw at the plain orca-shaped one. "Maybe... start with something simple?" he suggested hesitantly.

"As you desire," Shaelran picked up the toy in his maw and approached Pulzma, his movements slow like those of a prowling feline, smooth hide against Pulzma's scales as he prepared to settle beside him in the nest of pillows.

But Pulzma's instincts flared. The idea of such proximity triggered a primal response. His muscles tensed, and he recoiled, a growl escaping his throat. Shaelran stumbled back a few steps, his amber eyes wide with surprise. The regal purple dragon realized he was baring his teeth, his tail twitching dangerously close to knocking over an ornate lamp on the stand beside the nest..

"I... I am sorry," Pulzma stammered, backing away, his heart pounding in his chest. "I need a moment." He tried to steady his breath, the warrior within him fighting to maintain control. "Please, allow me a sliver of time."

"Take all the time you need," the pleasure-dragon said softly, placing the toy gently back into the chest. "We can focus on more natural pleasures, should that bring you more comfort."

Pulzma took several deep breaths, his mind gradually calming. When he felt more in control, he nodded to Shaelran. "Mrrhhh...let us try a brief touch. Or perhaps, a sniff, to acquaint ourselves with each other."

Shaelran approached Pulzma again. He lowered his head and sniffed at Pulzma's genital sheath, drawing the purple dragon's scent in through a few quick breaths. Pulzma's body tensed again, but this time he didn't pull away. As Shaelran's warm breath cascaded against his sensitive pocket of flesh, shudders of heat went down his spine. He was so close. So very close...One single throb, and that delightful snout would make acquaintance with the neglected beast it sought to sample.

The embarrassment of revealing himself so naughtily to Shaelran quickly became too much, and Pulzma pushed Shaelran back with a large, brutish paw. "Your breath... it's too warm," he stammered, growl thick with embarrassment. "You make your snout too pleasing. Cease...please."

Brushing off the incident without any concern, Shaelran drew his head back, shaking it, trying to ward off the smells he just ingested, yet he couldn't help himself from exhibiting a flehmen response, his lips curling back slightly as he processed the scent.

"Do I smell...that bad?" Pulzma's gaze sunk to the floor, his anxiety creeping back.

Shaelran chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, quite the opposite," he said with soft snort. "I happen to be very fond of strong, masculine scents. I can..." he sniffled again, "even tell it's been many days since you last released."

Pulzma's face flushed with embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?" he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably, hoping nothing pink was peeking out.

"It...is, to a trained snout. Yet I would not worry. Holding back... is how our kind preserved their strength in times of old. It is quite natural and, to be honest, fairly arousing. It shows you've been saving your seed for someone special, someone you yearn to fully share yourself with. I shall rejoin you when you wish me to."

He then stepped back, allowing Pulzma the space he needed. The brown dragon's veils swayed as he paced slowly, like a graceful, ornate feline. Pulzma's nostrils flared eagerly, picking up Shaelran's scent in their twitching, cavernous entrance, sampling that fragrant blend of spices and natural musk that quickly clouded his thoughts. His mind whirled with the clash of the old and the new, the proper and the improper. The conservative part of him screamed to find a female and release his pent-up desires in a way that felt natural, while another, darker part of him couldn't resist the urge to peek under Shaelran's veils.

Pulzma's thoughts spiraled way out of control once he dared to entertain that forbidden fantasy. He imagined himself nuzzling into the folds of the brown dragon's veils, feeling the delicate fabric brush against his snout on the way to find the dragon's real treasures. The anticipation of what lay beneath made him increasingly excited. In his mind's eye, he saw himself finding the heaviness of Shaelran's balls with ease, the soft, warm orbs inviting him to linger and rest his snout under them in appreciation. The musky scent he'd sample would climb to his head, fueling him with the same primal attraction he witnessed in his flock mates.

But he wouldn't stop there. He'd nuzzle against them, taking in the aroma, feeling the weight against his snout. Summoning the courage to travel upwards, he'd inhale the wet musk of Shaelran's sheath straight from the source, a strong, pent-up scent that would end up flooding his senses and driving him wild with need.

The fantasy was abruptly interrupted by a sharp, unmistakable throb of arousal. Pulzma's eyes widened in panic as he noticed a speck of pink spilling from his sheath. The exact thing he feared moments ago was spilling out in the open...and there was very little he could do, for the more he wished it gone, the stronger the lust became.

Heat flooded his face, and he quickly shifted, covering himself with his flank, wary of Shaelran's gaze. His heart pounded in his chest, the sickening concoction of shame and desire leaving him breathless, and disoriented. He couldn't bear the thought of Shaelran seeing him in such a state, a lust-ridden wretch whose body betrayed  the intensity of a most nefarious set of hidden desires.

Shaelran, however, proved far too perceptive. The brown dragon noticed Pulzma's agitation and tilted his head in curiosity, judging him silently from a few steps away. Pulzma, not ready with an excuse, fumbled for words. "I... the.... rrhhmmm... the pillows, they're, grarrhh, very soft," he stammered, a jumble of nonsense that hardly convinced.

"They are, indeed," the brown dragon said gently, choosing to ignore Pulzma's awkwardness. The kindness in Shaelran's eyes melted Pulzma's tension slightly. The realization that solitude was worse than whatever embarrassment he might face with Shaelran dawned on him.

"Would you... join me?" Pulzma asked hesitantly, making room in the nest. He shifted awkwardly, trying to accommodate the bulk of another dragon. Shaelran moved with a fluid grace, curling around Pulzma's larger form. Their bodies fit together more comfortably than Pulzma had anticipated, Shaelran's warmth seeping into his scales.

As the dragon's smooth hide brushed against his own natural protections, Pulzma's blood began to heat up. The brown dragon's backside pressed so gently against his privates.... Naughty thoughts began to flow through Pulzma's mind again, unbidden and insistent. He would have blushed fiercely if his scales didn't hide the flush. His blood surged with the thumping of his heart, allowing that warmth to settle, especially in his most sensitive of places his arousal grew, slowly and gently, one tender throb at a time.

"You ooze tension... in every way imaginable," Shaelran rumbled softly, settling down next to him in a curled up position. "Allow me to provide you with a balm for your distress."

Once settled, he began working his way up with gentle nuzzles against Pulzma's ear, a soft, intimate caress that ended up sending a shudder down Pulzma's fluttering wings.

"Shaelran, you're too close to my-"

"Mrawh, I know, I can feel it, and I quite like it there. There's nothing you can do that will make me feel improper. I'm here to make you comfortable... in any way I can."

Pulzma remained unconvinced, even if he was theoretically cuddling up with a dragon trained to drain any male off their seed. He tried to focus on his breathing, tried to calm the storm raging inside him, but the feel of Shaelran's body, so close, so inviting, made that task... difficult. He could feel his penis push against the dragon's backside, so very close to his veiled, private parts, a sensation so simple, yet almost painful in its intensity. He fretted in distress, shifting slightly to hide his arousal, but Shaelran's calming presence settled in his embrace made moving around quite difficult without displacing him.

Why even push him away? His gentle nuzzles against the neck he now focused on sent waves of pleasure coursing through Pulzma, making it nearly impossible to maintain his composure. He kept rubbing, he kept throbbing, and, soon enough, he would undoubtedly splatter his seed all over the dragon if he kept up this maddening teasing.

"Pace yourself," Pulzma managed to say, jaws shuddering as Shaelran began nibbling the tender parts of his neck. "This is... so new to me. I would not wish to--"

"Mount me?" Shaelran nuzzled Pulzma's cheek. "Have me? Want me?" he said softly. "While I am pleased to see you enjoy yourself, even with just the barest effort on my part, know that I am eager to tend to your needs in any way you wish me to..."

The implications of those words sent warm, blissful shudders along the purple male's sturdy form. His wet, receptive penis began to slide from its sheath swifter now that boiling lust began to feed it. Pulzma's mind screamed for control, for restraint, but his body seemed all too keen on betraying him.

This wave of impropriety crashed down on him, making him question why he was even here. He felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that went against every instinct he had cultivated as a leader and warrior alike. His arousal, growing more insistent with every passing moment, pressed wetly against Shaelran's hide. And although Shaelran offered only affection instead of objections, Pulzma felt extremely self-conscious. The urge to flee gripped him in its tendrils, and he attempted to rise, limbs and wings flailing in agitation.

"I should go... I don't belong here," he stammered. "This was a mistake."

Shaelran's eyes softened with empathy as he watched Pulzma struggle. The gentle dragon stepped back, giving Pulzma space to crawl out and breathe. "It's natural to feel that way, you know. You're in a new place, experiencing new sensations the battlefield is not known for. Whatever you wish to do, be it departing from my embrace so swiftly, is what will happen. There's no judgment, only acceptance."

Pulzma's limbs felt heavy with anxiety, his heart pounding a wild drumbeat in his chest. The room seemed to close in around him, the opulence now a cage instead of a comforting embrace. "I... can not simply leave," he muttered, trying to steady his shaking legs. "You shall be punished. My flockmates too shall be sorely disappointed. I want to stay, to sample these pleasures you offer me. Yet how can I? I never learned how... how to do this."

Shaelran padded closer, rubbing gently alongside him, his presence a steadying force against anxiety's cold grip. "You don't have to know everything right away. Few ever do. Even I had to learn much when I had my first time with another male... Just take it one step at a time. We can go as slow as you need us to."

Pulzma wanted to say yes. Decency be damned, he wanted to love this dragon, even if for a flicker of a moment. To take him. To have him. To be...inside of him. Yet...he could not. Not without staining himself in a way. He felt the weight of his responsibilities, the image of the strong, composed leader he was supposed to be urging him to stick to his time-tested values

But here, in this room, with Shaelran's gentle nuzzles pushing him upon another path, he felt a flicker of something else. A longing to shed away the armor of his many battles and simply be...himself.

"I'm scared," Pulzma admitted after a long, heavy growl. "I'm scared of what this means... of what others might say if word comes out of our time together. Of simply...letting go..."

"Lie back down," shaelran nudged him back into the cushy nest. "Go on. Follow my lead, just this time, and should you wish to leave after, I will not prevent you from doing so."

Pulzma hesitated. The earnestness in Shaelran's gaze, however, made him pause from providing the cold answer that sat on the tip of his tongue. The brown dragon nudged him back into the nest of pillows, his touch gentle and reassuring. Pulzma allowed himself to be guided, feeling the tension in his body starting to ebb away now that he delegated the choice to someone else. The scent of exotic oils and incense surrounded him, the atmosphere almost dreamlike.

Shaelran began to massage Pulzma's tense muscles with his soft, padded paws. The sensation flowed like the soothing embrace of a river in the summer, exquisite, soft, just like the dragon himself. "Breathe," Shaelran rumbled softly. "Let yourself feel the warmth of my paws. Allow yourself to be embraced by the softness of our nest, by the sound of my voice, and by the heat of your desires...let them smolder and grow inside of you."

Pulzma closed his eyes, focusing on the soothing rhythm of Shaelran's massage. The gentle pressure on his muscles, the warmth of Shaelran's body, and the soft scents of the room all conspired to ease him on this new path he threaded. The cold anxiety began to melt away, bit by bit, replaced by a growing sense of calm.

"You can open up here," Shaelran continued. "You can let yourself be touched, be cared for. With me, there is no need to conceal yourself behind a veil."

Pulzma nodded, head heavy with the weight of his thoughts. He agreed, though his voice was barely more than a rumble. "I...shall try," he said, the words feeling foreign but oddly freeing. He rolled onto his back at Shaelran's bidding, exposing his half-erect member and heavy balls to the eyes of his masseur. This simple act of showing his most delicate of parts -of allowing himself to be seen- made his heart race as if he'd face the most perilous foe, and though he shuddered still, Pulzma tried not fight anymore. Once he found trust in the brown dragon's gentle touch and soothing presence, he intended to keep it.

"This is your first time in a pleasure house, is it nott?" Shaelran asked, his gentle continuing his careful ministrations along the purple male's sturdy chest plates.

"Yes," Pulzma admitted with a dip of his head. "I never thought I would find myself in a place like this of my own accord. My flock mates thought it might...help."

And they might indeed had been onto something! As they spoke further, Shaelran's soothing words began to break through Pulzma's rigid exterior.

"I saw... two dragons," Pulzma confessed to a question related to his greatest source of distress, his voice trembling with the effort of revealing his dirtiest, naughtiest secret. "They were... in the process of mating with each other. I didn't mean to watch, but once I've seen them... couldn't hardly look away. Their scales were truly spectacular, but it was not their sparkle nor the loving words they spoke to each other that kept me watching. It was their deeds. They were sniffing and licking each other...down there... and with the fire of lust brewing beneath their scales, they began to engage in contest over who would stand on top."

Shaelran listened intently, his touch never faltering. "Go on," he urged gently.

Pulzma took a deep breath, the memory so vivid a thin strand of pre emerged from his widening urethra. "The one who won, he mounted the other and... it happened so fast...barely one thrust in, and his seed already began leaking from his partner's tail. The sight of his seed flowing down so quickly, the way his partner started leaking and spurting to the frenzied rhythm of roars and release... it haunted me. It aroused me, but it also made me afraid. What if...I am like that too? What if I can't control myself?... What if I am... weak?"

Shaelran's ears flattened in empathy. He made an attempt to rejoin Pulzma, but the purple male's reluctance made it obvious he wished to be left to his own for now. "I...understand you feel conflicted, even if the reason is one I treasure rather than judge ," he said. "What you saw, or even what you fear, hardly proves anything. You're here to explore new paths, to understand yourself better. Open yourself, even to the things that cause you fear, guilt, or shame."

As if it were that easy..."No, that is not my way. I refuse to be one of those weak males that leave their partner wanting," he paused, allowing himself a moment. "Afraid... of spilling my essence before my partner's roar graces my ears, afraid of not being able to control even a small part of my body."

"You believe a lie you told yourself one too many times," Shaelran slowly crawled closer. "You're here, facing your fears...talking about them openly to a dragon you hardly know. Would this not be a sign of strength?"

As Shaelran approached, excitement stirred within the purple male's chest. The brown dragon's smooth, scale-less hide shimmered softly in the dim light of the flame crystals held in the mouths or the paws of the dragon decorations mounted on the walls, his veils and jewelry enhancing his exotic allure.

"Lay on your back" Shaelran's gentle tone flowed like silk across Pulzma's ears. "Give yourself to the softness of my paws."

Pulzma hesitated for a moment, his body tense with uncertainty. With but a nod of his head, he lowered himself onto his back, cautious. Even, unsure at what would come. The plush pillows beneath him cushioned his weight, their softness balming the tension coiled within his muscles.

Once those soft padded paws touched his neck, the purple male's body reacted involuntarily to the memory that still burned so fresh in his mind, his arousal growing proportionally with the intensity of Shaelran's skilled ministrations. He started massaging his way down as gently as came to be expected of him, beginning at the tense shoulders that had kept the dragon's wings stiff for a while now. His paws moved slowly, kneading the tight muscles with practiced touch. Each press and stroke got soft hisses or growls out in reply, waves of anticipation and pleasure coursing through Pulzma's frame.

He tried his best to avoid retaliating with reply or action. To give himself fully to the touch, as he was bid. Yet, as Shaelran's paws moved lower, massaging along his flanks in such delightful ways, he reached out, gently pushing Shaelran up by a little bit.

"Slower," he said. "I need time, before..."

Pulzma's breath hitched as Shaelran got the message, vigorously running his paws his along the scales flanking Pulzma's sides. His wings began to tremble as Shaelran's paws gently slowly climbed their way up towards the base where they met his back, creating little bursts of warm sensations that rippled throughout his form.

Shaelran's eyes never left him during the massage, watching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. "Take in the air gently through your nostrils. Imagine yourself on the shore of a river, soaking the sun. Let yourself feel...even when the heat travels to places you might not feel ready to surrender."

Pulzma tried to focus on his breathing, but the feel of Shaelran's body so close to him, so inviting, made that sorely difficult affair. His wings fluttered slightly, limbs twitching in response to the tender touch that kept kneading, sliding, or pressing against the muscles with a rhythm soothed as much as it...aroused.

The lower Shaelran reached, the more intense became the grip of fantasies and desires suppressed for too long now. Pulzma began to fret, his limbs and wings moving in agitation, as if he was fearful of what might happen. His tail flicked restlessly, his claws scraping against the plush nest of pillows. Shaelran's paws moved with slow precision, massaging the muscles just above his hindquarters. So very close to the source of his unyielding heat. 

"Embrace the feelings," Shaelran reminded him, venturing lower, and lower still. "Don't block them. Don't run away. Just...let this happen."

Pulzma huffed and panted, trying to follow the advice. His eyes fixed on his own throbbing cock, which already slipped more than halfway out of his tense sheath. It tensed like a caged beast, leaking its passions with no shame for anything, pulsing with each beat of his heart. He wished he could just close his eyes and forget where he was... He wished to avoid the embarrassment of an uncontrolled ejaculation. His member felt so sensitive, so eager, that even the thought of being touched there was like the touch of a flame that would set off his orgasm.

Shaelran's paws reached Pulzma's haunches, coaxing whimpers with every kneading against the sturdy muscles hiding beneath the golden-flaked scales. Pulzma's breath grew unsteadier by the moment, his body trembling with pent-up anticipation. Then, he gasped, freezing outright as Shaelran's paws found his balls. The soft, padded paws gently cupped the sizable testicles hidden within the cream-colored scrotum, massaging them with a tenderness that coaxed only the tenderest of growls from the larger male's throat.

Pulzma's cock throbbed painfully, the sensation of Shaelran's paws on his balls almost too much to bear. He felt like he could ejaculate just from having his balls tended to, the pent-up desire from so many days without release pressing against his self-control. The way he kneaded the tender flesh, his pads pressing and rolling the sizable testicles within...was enough to...to-

"Too close...cease..." Pulzma whined, reaching out to stop Shaelran, even as his legs spread out in invitation.

"Your balls are... some of the heaviest I've had the pleasure to feel my way around," Shaelran sighed, casting his gaze down upon the living pillows he kneaded at. "So soft yet tense at the same time... I can feel them tighten under the weight of your throbs, yearning to release their burden."

He continued to massage them, savoring all of the feelings he coaxed out of his submissive partner. Shaelran's reverence to his balls, the way he handled them with such care and attention, truly drove a dragon wild. Pulzma's cock kept pulsing with every heartbeat, the need for release growing stronger with each passing moment. The thought that Shaelran might be male himself only fueled his arousal, the idea of sharing such intimate pleasure with another male thrilling him so much he even started considering some of the wicked thoughts prying at the walls of his fortified mind.

Once Shaelran's paws moved their way up towards his inner thighs with a feather-touch, the anticipation grew worse. Much more urgent. Pulzma's mind began racing with thoughts of what might happen next. What if Shaelran were to smell him down there? Or even worse... bent that beautiful snout down so he could have a taste? Oh, just one touch from the pleasure-dragon's delightful tongue would surely make his hips buckle and his member shoot hard all over the cute dragon's slender snout. The thought alone sent another wave of pre-seed oozing from his tip.

Yet, such delectable fantasies paid their cost in seed, almost. When something had finally brushed against his bare, exposed penis, Pulzma gasped, as if every air in the room got sucked with that one, deep breath. His hips bucked involuntarily, his wings spread, and his throat seethed with so much bliss, he could hardly expel it. The touch was gentle, exploratory, but even something as soft as silk sent shockwaves through his entire body once it touched the very source of his painfully pent-up desires. He throbbed, hard, a sharp line of pre-seed spurting over his scales. One of the first that followed...

Pulzma began thrusting against Shaelran's paw, snarling, growling, the pleasure building rapidly, uncontrollably. Each movement sent more pre-seed spilling out, the slick fluid coating his belly in thin yet sizable arcs. With a desperate growl, the dragon had found the strength to kick Shaelran back, but by that point, the damage had already been done, his body trembling violently as he fought to hold back the impending orgasm.

"Rrrrhhh...raaaaahhhh...." Pulzma's heart pounded in his chest, his body still trembling from the intensity of his near-release. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, the shame of his reaction darkened by his persistent arousal. He began panting heavily, each breath a struggle to regain control from the abyss of the unwanted orgasm Shaelran pushed him towards. His cock continued to throb and leak, yet at a slower rate, a reminder of how close he had been to losing control.

"Do you have any idea how close I was?" Pulzma snarled, shaking with lustful anger and thirsty desperation. "I almost... I could have..." He trailed off, his tail lashing in frustration. "You don't understand! Do you know how humiliating that would be? How... weak that makes me feel?"

"Deepest apologies--I only meant to--"

He stomped a paw down. "I can't just... let go like that. It's not who I am. It's not how I've been trained!"

Shaelran remained silent, his gaze steady and patient. Rolling up to his feet, leaking like a stallion on the verge of mounting his first mare, Pulzma paced, his wings twitching with agitation. "I've always had to be in control. I've always had to be strong...composed. Do you know what it would mean if I just... lost myself? If I just gave in to whatever twisted pleasures my instincts thirst for?"

Shaelran watched him, his eyes soft but unwavering. Pulzma's rant continued, his voice rising with each word. "This isn't about my pleasures, you deluded creature! This is about my dignity, my pride! I can't afford to be seen as weak. Not even here!"

Though he'd been battered by words he hardly expected, Shaelran still closed the distance between them, ornate, calm, and...beautiful still.

"Pulzma, this overprotective nature you cling to serves nothing but your own ego. What is the point of holding back if this pride, or whatever rules you live by, brings you so much internal strife?"

Pulzma stopped, his eyes narrowing at the only prey in the room they could focus on. "Rrrahhh! You think this is about ego? About pride?" He growled again, lips trembling over his exposed fangs. "It's about survival, you soft creature.... About protecting yourself at all costs, no matter how hard you think you're safe. If you'd know the things I did to ensure the safety of these lands..."

Shaelran stepped closer, ears splayed behind his head. "What good is survival... if it means living in constant fear of something as natural as release? What good is pride... if it keeps you locked in a cage of your own making?"

Pulzma found himself unable to argue that point. The weight of Shaelran's words sank through his mental fortress like sand, challenging him with a dilemma he had no answer for. The tension in his body began to ebb, replaced by a deep, gnawing realization. What was he protecting, really? From who? Dragons that would accept him with all his lusts and wicked desires? Dragons that might even...desire to couple with him?

He took a shaky breath, anger dissolving into a heavy sadness. "I... I never thought of it that way," he admitted, head hanging in shame. "I am sorry. I hardly intended to take my ire out on you."

Extended a wing, he offered it as an invitation. "Come under," his voice trembled slightly. "I would have us try your way once more, if you'd indulge me."

Shaelran slid under Pulzma's wing with graceful ease. Once there, he made himself comfortable like a chick under his mother's wing, nuzzling along Pulzma's neck in ways that sent warm shivers of comfort down the purple dragon's spine. "Stop being afraid of something so natural." "Embrace it. Let go."

Pulzma growled softly. He too nuzzled Shaelran in return, the remnants of his pride bristling at the words. Deep down, he knew Shaelran was right. The struggle for control, the constant fear of vulnerability, it was a burden he had carried for too long. "I... I want to," he admitted softly. "I want to let go.... Sniff, lick, touch, or simply... look. I will be ready. Or at least, I will try."

Shaelran lifted Pulzma's chin with his snout, looking up with kind, amber eyes. "What would you like to experience? What do you truly desire?"

The larger male hesitated, the weight of his desires pressing heavily on his mind. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I... I want another male to take in my scent," he began shifting slightly, curling his tail around as if he sought to protect himself from the honesty he oozed out. "To taste me. And if I can be so bold to ask... I would yearn for nothing more than gaze upon their reaction as they sample the particularities of...my seed."

Shaelran's eyes sparkled with eagerness, his tail flicking in anticipation. "Sampling males is one of my favorite ways to know them. Not one tastes like the other. They react differently too. Some feel emboldened by the touch of my tongue, while others shudder, afraid they might spill too quickly...just like you..."

Pulzma's heart pounded in his chest, his earlier fears surfacing but quickly being quelled by Shaelran's soothing presence. "One of my greatest fantasies is to gaze upon a male's erection, throbbing in full swing, while they... while they suck upon my member."

A tender smile graced Shaelran's lips. "Then let us make that fantasy a reality," he said gently. He directed Pulzma back into the nest, guiding him with careful nudges and gentle touches. "Lay back, just like before."

Pulzma followed Shaelran's lead, settling back into the nest of pillows. His body was still trembling slightly with eager anticipation soaked in residual tention.

Shaelran positioned himself between Pulzma's hind legs, his eyes meeting Pulzma's with a look of pure affection. "Close your eyes," he instructed softly. "Let yourself feel. Let yourself enjoy."

Pulzma obeyed, his eyes fluttering shut. He felt Shaelran's breath against his sensitive flesh, the warmth sending shivers down his spine. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his body aching with need. He remembered the thrill of pleasuring himself all too well. The heated passion he felt when he imagined thrusting the entirety of his girth into the sloppy entrance of a willing female. Why was it so difficult to let another dragon touch him the same way? Was it because Shaelran could be potentially male? The question lingered in Pulzma's mind, a nagging doubt that he couldn't shake. He remained in the nest, his eyes darting to Shaelran, trying to discern the brown dragon's gender before the act began. But Shaelran's constant movements, the shifting veils, and the glinting jewelry made it impossible to see clearly.

Shaelran noticed Pulzma's interest and paused, tilting his head with a playfulm toothy smile. "Curious, are we?"

Caught in the act blurted out, "What... gender hides beneath your veils? Are you male?"

Shaelran's smile widened. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" he suggested, turning around and lifting his tail slowly. The graceful arch of his sinuous back, the way his tail curled enticingly, and the soft shimmer of his decorations glinting in the fiery light all combined to create a sight that almost paused the onlooker's breath.

Just as Pulzma thought he would reveal the truth, Shaelran whirled on his feet and faced him again. "Or perhaps your curiosity will remain a mystery," he said with a wink.

Pulzma's dignity battled with his desire in an attempt to prevent himself from just tackling the dragon down and shoving his snout in search for answers. He wanted to maintain his composure, his sense of propriety, but the fantasy of discovering Shaelran's secret gnawed at him constantly. The image of sticking his snout between Shaelran's legs, of finding out firsthand, was almost too tempting to resist.

His stuck-up resilience began to crumble under the weight of his fantasy. He imagined himself as the alpha male, dominating Shaelran, making the brown dragon ejaculate simply by penetrating his tailhole. The thought of Shaelran dripping with gushes of his pent-up, gooey seed, panting in bliss, whining as his own member spewed essence onto the ground, hit so strongly that a gush of pre splattered along the pruple male's creamy plates.

"Grrrhhh...this anticipation boils so strong, I can feel myself slipping just by thinking about what you will do to me."

"Why think, when you can simply experience?" Shaelran crouched down, paws rested on either flank as he made the first move. He lowered his head and gently nuzzled the tip of Pulzma's cock with the tip of his snout. A soft, tender touch, yet strong enough to send a jolt of pleasure through Pulzma's body. He gasped, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. Shaelran's snout was so warm and soft, and his touch almost unbearable in its intensity.

"Mrrrhhh...slower..." Pulzma sighed. "Avoid the ridges."

Each nuzzle from Shaelran sent ripples of pleasure through him, his tongue, the waves that rocked Pulzma's mental integrity further and further into the oblivion of arousal. His legs shook, and his penis throbbed even harder. He wanted to pull away, to regain control, but his body wouldn't obey. The feeling was too good, too consuming.

Shaelran didn't stop there though. Sensing the dragon's mounting distress, he moved lower, his snout brushing against the hefty pair of balls that rested beyond the male's sheath. He gave a gentle lick, followed by nuzzles and more licks. His balls felt heavy, sensitive, each touch from Shaelran's tongue a spark of pleasure. Pulzma's breathing grew ragged as his body trembled with barely restrained urges.

"Rrawwhhh, your snout...it feels so good on my balls...Lick. Lick me more..."

Purring with glee, the brown dragon continued with a dizzying mixture of movements practiced on who knows how many dragons fell in his grasp before Pulzma.  He started with gentle nuzzles, his snout pressing softly against Pulzma's testicles, getting a good feel of them. Slowly, his tongue followed next slathering the tawny scrotum in a sheen of warm saliva that gave it a wet sheen. The texture of Shaelran's tongue, soft as his hide, heightened the sensation, making hiss, snarl, or fret with almost every caress.

"Afford me a moment," Pulzma sighed, strands of saliva trickling down his jaw. "I'm drawing very close."

Shaelran nodded. Forepaws down on Pulzma's haunches, he began his previous rubbing again, attacking with nuzzles that somehow managed to grow even more intimate as his snout pressed and rolling each testicle in turn, exploring every part of the plushy surface with such gentle dexterity...

"The way they tighten at my touch, so full, so very full..." He nuzzled deeper, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin.

He covered each one with slobbery licks, a wetness that added another layer to the sensitivity experienced by the male whose body arch with pleasure.

Pulzma shuddered hard from all the pressure of his looming orgasm building beneath his loins, his cock throbbing painfully hard with each heartbeat.

"Such perfect, plushy balls...I can see why you're so sensitive." He nuzzled the gap where the two testicles met, his snout pressing gently into the tender flesh, a warmth that coaxed a moan out of Pulzma.

Shaelran let out a soft sigh, resting his head in the valley of those heavy testicles, his breath warm against Pulzma's scrotum. "I've made other males release simply by sucking on these tender jewels, you know," he admitted with an eager flick of tongue over his snout. "Would you like that, Pulzma? Would you like me to make you cum just from this?"

Pulzma's eyes fluttered open, his vision hazy with desire. The thought of Shaelran's skilled mouth bringing him to release was almost too much to bear. "Cease, please...I'm not ready to spill...Not now, at least."

Shaelran paused for a moment, looking up at Pulzma with a knowing smile. "Enjoying yourself that much, rhhhhhh?" a gentle purr started rumbling in his throat. "Do tell...What do you desire more? To uncover my secret, or to spill your burdens in my maw, right now?"

Pulzma's breath caught for a spell. He knew the answer deep down, but admitting it was a different matter.

"I... I want to know," Pulzma growled out so softly once could hardly hear hom. "I want to see for myself what lies beneath those veils."

"Then come," Shaelran got to his fours, moving a few steps away and turning around once more. This time, he didn't tease or turn around. He lifted his tail, revealing himself fully to the hungry eyes of his patron.

Pulzma's heart pounded as he rolled up on his fours. Still hard, still throbbing with heated passion, he approached the dragon from behind, erection and balls alike swinging heavily from behind. With his snout approaching inches from Shaelran's inviting undertail, he began to breathe in the answers he sought. Arousal, more than anything else, filled his nostrils, potent and intoxicating. He hesitated for a moment to dwell on what he was about to do, the little logic trapped beneath his aroused instincts urging caution.

But what could one dwell on, when another dragon offered themselves up so invitingly?

With rabid eagerness, Pulzma pressed forward, brushing his nostrils against Shaelran's smooth undertail. His breath quickened as he first sampled the scents of the dragon's twitching tailhole, the rich musk dwelling within that secret, fleshy cavern unleashing a greedy growl from his throat. He began to sniff, to taste, eager and desperate. Quivering muscles answered his nudging, though it wasn't ass he sought. At least, not now.

Going further down the in-between of the dragon's haunches, Pulzma pushed his head through the gap of Shaelran's legs, feeling the warmth and softness of the brown dragon's balls upon his very face. Fulfillment oozed out in a sharp, untamed snarl. Finally, the reward at the end of so much agonizing waiting. He nuzzled them gently, feeling everything from their weight to their softness to the smell and the subtle shiver that ran through Shaelran's body in response to all that stimulation. Pulzma rolled his head back and forth a bit so he could feel more, going as far as to even grab the dragon's sack gently between his jaws to make sure they were real, and not simply another adornment meant to deceive him. When Shaelran answered with a soft moaning growl, he let the slack sack slip out, growling out like a beast with his member throbbing, dripping pre-seed onto the ground beneath him.

More...more! Farther he continued to explore, his snout moving up along Shaelran's sheath, finding a cock-home that was slick and full, the skin stretched tight over the hardness of the member within. Pulzma's nostrils flared eagerly, quick sniffs filling his lungs with male musk as he inhaled deeply, the scent of Shaelran's arousal driving him wild with need. He bumped along a distinct knot near the base of the sheath, hard and swollen. Could Shaelran be... this aroused?

Pulzma huffed eagerly, clamping his jaws like an aroused boar on his way towards the tip of Shaelran's sheath, desperate to be rewarded with the most delightful musk he could've imagined. The closer he got, the stronger the scent became, a potent mix of male musk and something else. Something crafted. Thin, metal bars surrounded the tip of the dragon's sheath, caging it within. The device deterred not the horny male from the object of his desires. To his senses, the cage felt like an invisible obstacle, a mere window unable to block the humid scents of erect cock pouring through the many gaps. He whimpered, huffed, licked, his breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as he sought to feed on cock. Nuzzling Shaelran's protruding tip, his snout testing the sturdiness of the cage in eager attempts to touch the slick, sensitive flesh, Pulzma tried on and on to suck on it. The taste of pre-seed met his tongue, salty and heady, making him growl with rising desire.

Shaelran shuddered under Pulzma's ministrations, legs temporarily displaced from the ground, his body trembling with need. "Yesssss," he whimpered. "Just like that. Take whatever you wish. Sate your carnal yearnings as much as you desire."

Pulzma had every intention to do so. He nuzzled his way along that deliciously plump sheath, feeling it throb, delighting in the hardness of the cock throbbing within. Back at the balls, he began slathering those with adoring licks that ran all the way along the length of Shaelran's sheath until they met his caged, leaky tip. The brown dragon's moans of pleasure spurred him on, feeding earlier fantasies that began to surge right back, more vivid than ever. With the smell of cock fresh in his nostrils, he imagined Shaelran beneath him, begging for release, his body writhing with the quaking pleasure of thrust after thrust of hard, pent-up desires. The thought of making Shaelran ejaculate with just his touch, of seeing the brown dragon's seed spill onto the ground, became the purple's male new focus.

With his member outright slapping against his belly, his need for release reached an all time high. He padded back a few steps with his cock lurching in every direction, spilling copious strands of pearly pre over the expensive carpets underneath. Pulzma barely realized when he stepped on a pillow, his breath ragged, beady eyes locked onto Shaelran winking tailhole. "I... I want to," he stammered, licking his snout with yearning. "I want to take you."

Shaelran turned his head around, huffing with anticipation and obvious approval. "Then do just that. Come and claim your prize... my brave warrior. But not from the rear. Not this time," he turned around, showing off his adornments before his beautiful facial features came into view. "I prefer a taste of what is soon going to be inside me, should this indulgence be something you-

Pulzma rushed towards him, cutting through words, reason, and anything that got between him and his burning need for release. With instincts taking over, sweeping him into a torrent of primal desire, only one purpose shone bright above the rest.

The need to cum.

He rose abruptly, his plated, powerful frame looming over Shaelran easily given his greater size. His hips moved of their own accord, landing one thrust that send his genitals straight into the brown male's face, and within but a breath, those same heavy balls and sheath cradled so protected between his legs began rubbing all over Shaelran's snout. The musky scent of arousal filled the air, and Pulzma could see Shaelran reveling in it, nuzzling, licking, sampling, amber eyes half-lidded with the bliss of one that lived for such intimate moments.

Shaelran's warm breath against his sensitive male parts unleashed rumbles, growls, and deeper thrusts from his throat. His body responded to the raw, unfiltered lust that coursed through him with increasingly sharper thrusts, his hind legs doing all the lustful work while his front ones attempted to find proper position upon the brown male's hide. One searched for a resting place beneath his belly, as if attempting to grab hold onto his privates, while the other snuck under Shaelran's tail to lift it high up, so high so that Pulzma could look upon that dainty tail while he came.

Down below, Shaelran continued his frenzied treatment. He nuzzled his way along and licked along Pulzma's saliva-slathered balls, each touch sparking wisps of intense delight that ignited the fires within Pulzma even more.

"Give in to your instincts," Shaelran huffed in sultry invitation. "Just be a proper male and cum for me, right now."

Pulzma's vision blurred with bliss, mind slowly overwhelmed by the rushing waves of ensuing pleasure. Shaelran's skilled tongue worked so diligently along his balls, up his shaft, where it ceased around his tip, where it lingered...where it stayed. The brown dragon's vocal encouragement, his eagerness to swallow seed, made it that much harder for Pulzma to hold back. His eyes nearly teared up when Shaelran's humid maw stretched wide enough to let his member slide in, the warmth and eagerness of the suckles that followed almost too intense for a pent-up male to put up with.

The contrast of the cool air against his scales and the burning heat of Shaelran's mouth created an exquisite torment within Pulzma. It felt so good, to be wanted, to be suckled... almost unbearably so when that slick, velvety tongue kept wrapping around his spaded glans, teasing and tasting every inch of the crown flaring with every single throb.

The brown dragon's eyes closed in concentration, savoring the taste of the mighty male's arousal, lapping up the pre-seed squirting along his tongue with noisy slurps, yet even he struggled to contain the abundance of fluids flooding into his maw.

Huffing louder, tensing tighter, Pulzma began seeing stars in front of his eyes. He knew the nature of the choice that loomed large before him. A crossroads clouded by the haze of his desire. Should he pull out and remain in control, living the restrained life he had always known? Or should he give in completely, allowing himself to experience the full brunt of release, just as Shaelran pushed him to...no matter how embarrassing that could be?

Pulzma's body made the decision for him. His claws raked along the ground, his entire frame shuddering as that molten, pent-up seed that brewed for so many days within his swollen balls climbed along his tightening shaft. He couldn't choose now. Not even if he wanted to. He was too far gone, too consumed by the need for release to do what any male would have. Shaelran sucked him far too greedily. He thirsted for a taste. Worked for it.

And Pulzma gave him exactly what a horny slut would want.

With a rather pathetic whine, Pulzma thrust himself deeper into Shaelran's gullet, losing his grip on reality for a flicker of a moment. Claws curling around whatever they found, eyes squeezed shut, he savored the delightful suction of a hungry maw at work for a heartbeat longer before he thoroughly exploded within Shaelran's wanting maw. Spurt after spurt of hot seed followed the first, each one more powerful than the last. Pulzma's body convulsed with the force of his climax, his breath ragged, his jaws tight, and his muscles, even tighter. The warmth and wetness of Shaelran's maw enveloped him, and he felt himself slipping further into the abyss of ecstasy.

The thought of Shaelran being the first male to ever swallow his seed filled Pulzma with a wild, almost desperate need for more. He thrust in and out along the brown's gullet, his heavy balls slapping against the smooth dragon's chin. The slick, rhythmic motion drove him deeper into his release, desecrating the beautiful creature's throat with the sticky spurts of his viciously sticky essence.

Shaelran took it all even as strands streamed down his lower jaw. Though dragons could hardly form a seal with their lips, Shaelran tried his best, his maw working eagerly in an attempt to contain as much cum within as possible, his tongue swirling around Pulzma's throbbing shaft to stir the fluid's flow. Pulzma moaned, growled, even yowled with the rhythm of such passionate suction, the tight grip of Shaelran's throat almost as welcoming as any pussy he mated. His body moved on its own, riding the waves of pleasure, lost in the sensation of being utterly consumed by the most ancient urge of malekind.

Eager to check if Shaelran enjoyed his seed as much as his orgasm-driven fantasies pushed him, Pulzma's trembling paws moved towards Shaelran's balls. Once his pads felt their way around the soft orbs, he grasped them gently, cupping them, squeezing them, feeling their shape and fullness. The soft, warm flesh was surprisingly arousing, each gentle squeeze that followed eliciting a low, appreciative rumble from Shaelran. Pulzma's touch proved tender, yet insistent, lingering there for a while before he moved to the knot. The pulse of blood he felt through the delicate skin of the taut sheath, the rhythmic throbbing of the cock within that matched the eager suckling of Shaelran's mouth...truly felt like a delight.

Pulzma's mind raced with the intoxicating fantasy of filling Shaelran's other end with his bountiful semen. One finger slid up, brushing against the sensitive area of Shaelran's tailhole, where he tested it with gentle pushes, not to penetrate, but to feel, to understand. He imagined himself inside, thrusting deeply into that welcoming cavern that would milk him just as effectively, filling this beautiful creature with his essence. The thought sent another wave of arousal coursing through him, intensifying his already overwhelming pleasure.

Thanks to this extra stimulation, Shaelran responded by pushing his head deeper into Pulzma's underbelly, his suckling becoming more fervent, headbutting his underside like a calf hungry for his mother's milk. The tight grip his jaws around the tip of his cock emulated the rhythmic contractions of a male's climax. Pulzma's body bucked in response, the sensation almost too intense to bear. His cock pulsed violently, more eager than ever to spill every last drop of his seed.

His growls got louder, his grip, a bit tighter. His vision blurred as tears formed in the corners of his eyes, the intensity of his climax almost too much to handle. His prostate felt like it was being pounded by a whip, each contraction forcing out what little remained in his aching balls. But he didn't pull away, no; he stayed his ground, buried deep within Shaelran's maw, desperate to spill every last drop.

As the final spurts of semen left him, Pulzma's body began to tremble with the aftershocks of his powerful release. His cock throbbed painfully, the pleasure slowly being replaced by the dull ache of overstimulation. He tried to pull back, but his legs wobbled and gave under him, weak and unsteady by the prolonged climax. With a final, exhausted moan, Pulzma shoved his way out, breaking messy strands in his wake as he collapsed onto his side, thoroughly buried by the sheer weight of blissful fatigue.

He panted heavily, his heart pounding in his chest, every part of him tingling with the aftermath of his orgasm.

Shaelran didn't pull back immediately. Instead, he savored the moment, letting Pulzma's last few spurts of seed fill his maw.

"You did well," he said between slurps, "You gave in to your instincts, and you found pleasure in it. Dwell not on what you've wasted. On what others might think. There is nothing more to pleasure than this fleeting bliss." He gently massaged Pulzma's still-sensitive shaft with his paws, coaxing out every last drop.

Once his patron's cock proved it had little more than drops to give, Shaelran pulled back slowly, panting like a female with a cunt full of seed. Pulzma didn't know why he allowed the thick essence to pool on his tongue for a moment, or why he kept examining it with a look of deep appreciation. But he recognized the symptoms of a male in love with another's taste in the gentle clattering of Shaelran's jaws, the sound of his teeth clicking together a clear sign of arousal. He swirled the seed in his mouth, savoring the taste and texture before finally swallowing.

"So thick," Shaelran settled on his haunches to wipe his maw off the residual strands. "So rich and delightful. It had been some time since I tasted a dragon as pent-up as you..." He licked his lips again, as if to ensure he hadn't missed a single drop, eyes half-lidded with dreamy arousal. "Still think you have more for my other side?"

Pulzma watched him throb in awe, still trying to catch his breath. The sight of Shaelran enjoying his release so thoroughly sent another wave of heat through his body. He had never seen anything so intimate, so openly appreciative. He could only growl softly in appreciation, his voice lost to him in the tranquil aftermath that followed. With his eyes moving between Shaelran's satisfied face and his trapped cock, yearning for its own form of release with vengeful throbs that tested the resilience of the cage around it, Pulzma watched, rather than think. He would do something about that, soon. The weight of his fears had lifted, if only temporarily, and he won't be shy about mounting another male that practically pleaded for a good filling.

The act of giving himself to another male so completely, of allowing himself to be at his most vulnerable, had been an exhilarating experience he wished to repeat as soon as his normal thought-flow could recover from the dizzying ascent of a most memorable orgasm.

 


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