New Life Chapter 5 "Damn he is heavy…" grunted Dereck, bending under the heavy weight pulling him down. “I know…" huffed Nick, a grimace of suffering barring his face. "Couldn't you wake him up?" "I tried but that fat ass is one hell of a heavy sleeper." grumbled Nick, keeping a door opened while ahead Dereck cautiously manoeuvred something heavy in the corridor, all of that under the puzzled gaze of a nearby guard. "Stop staring at us like an idiot and help us instead." he grunted, noticing the speechless soldier watching them from a distance as he staggered back due the heavy weight of the thing he was pulling, bumping against the opposite wall in the process of getting through yet another door. In their hand they held Lyam’s limp body, the dragon peacefully slumbering and snoring lightly despite being moved and tossed around; the heavy creature pushing their muscles to their limits, their knuckles whitening under the strain even though they were two carrying him, Nick holding his frond half, including the head while Dereck was taking care of the lower half, having to constantly make sure to not trip or step on Lyam’s long tail. Dereck had arrived five minutes earlier, wearing the most pissed off of looks on his face. "Something wrong?" had asked Nick. "Nah nothing… just some… personal businesses." he had grumbled, sitting on the ledge of the fountain with a long drawn-out sigh. "Anyway, how are you two doing?" "Pretty fine, having some good time as you can see." he replied, patting the sleepy scaly creature's head resting on his lap. Lyam let out a low purr, shuffling around to try and find a more comfortable position, a sly grin growing on his lips as he ground his snout against Nick’s legs. "So what did she want to tell you?" enquired Nick as he continued to caress the soft scales running along Lyam’s neck. "Probably the same thing that she told you." elusively retorted Dereck, reaching out and giving Lyam's happy face a gentle rub, "that you would stick around until they found you a new home and that you may be allowed to go outside." "Eventually…" confirmed Nick as his gaze wandered away, past the garden, past the walls of the building, to the immense city waiting outside. “So… what do you want to do now?" enquired Dereck. "Your call; we can stay here all day… unless you have a better idea" "Well… it’s not like we could go… hang outside." huffed Dereck, not hiding his frustration. "Yes… that sucks…" sighed Nick with an understanding nod “not like you could drop us at your place and go out”. “I could”, rectified Dereck, “but I’d probably get my ass hammered pretty hard if I did that”, “Figured”, snorted Nick, “orders are orders”. “You know it. Let's head home then; I'll call in the pilot. Meanwhile try to wake him up." "I will." He had walked away, easily establishing contact with the awaiting pilot. "Should be ready any second now." "Copy; warming up the engines right away. May I ask where we are going sir?" "To my place." "Sure thing; I'll plot a course in the navigation system, should be ready in five." "Great, we’ll meet you on the pad then.", “Roger”. As he was ending the communication, something poked his shoulder. He froze, spinning around in a second, his instinct going wild, his years of training immediately kicking in action, flooding his brain with alarm signals as his hand dove down and wrapped around his gun. "Oh hey chill out dude." gasped Nick when he found himself face to face with the muzzle of a black barrel. Dereck remained in that pose, observing Nick with an expression that would have looked hilarious for someone else, halfway between surprise, panic and confusion, puzzled by the alien's presence here. How had he even managed to sneak so close to him without being noticed, smelled, or sensed? "What do you want?" he grumbled, growling, his grip tightening around his pistol. "Could you lower your gun first please?" "Sure… sorry… you scared me." "I saw that." chuckled Nick, taking a deep relieved breath as the menacing-looking weapon was stored back safely in it’s holster. "Just… don't jump on me like this ok." mumbled Dereck in apology, hands slightly shaking from the adrenaline rush he had just experienced. "Are you on edge or something?" "A bit… it's just… personal stuff and you know… force of habits I guess. Anyway what do you want?" "We have a problem." let out Nick. "Which is?" "Follow me." Nick had led him back to where they came from, Lyam was still sprawled on the bench, noisily snoring, lying on his back, eyes tightly shut. "What do I have to see?" "I can't wake him up." "Are you serious?" let out Dereck in disbelief. "No joke I've tried everything but he didn't react, didn’t even move a muscle." "Heavy sleeper maybe?" suggested Dereck. “I think so.” approved Nick, “it’s not the first time I see that happen”. "Let me try then, perhaps I’ll be more successful than you" offered Dereck after a second or so of thought. “Be my guest” let out Nick before stepping aside. He had kneeled next to Lyam, carefully putting a hand on Lyam's flank, feeling it rise and fall slowly at a slow pace. "Lyam…" he had called. No reaction. "Hey Lyam wake up." he had called again, a bit louder this time, slowly shaking the sleeper. Lyam let out a low groan, shifted a bit in his sleep but didn't crack an eye open. He tried again and again, almost yelling on the poor drake, vigorously shaking him, so hard that he ended up falling from the bench, but even the heavy impact of his body with the ground didn't seem to disturb his sleep, only earning them an annoyed huff. "Damn he is a really heavy sleeper." grumbled Dereck, scratching his head to come up with an idea. "Hang on I think I've got something." he said, snapping his fingers. Under Nick’s awaiting gaze he reached down for his gun, removing the safety and pointing it toward the sky. "You're sure it's a good idea?" "If you have a better one." he grunted, “I’m all ears”. “Nevermind…” let out Nick, shrugging. Dereck took a deep breath, and without hesitation pressed the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the quiet garden, ripping the silence apart, a blue ray bursting from the canon and flying straight up toward the sky, quickly vanishing in the clouds, never to be seen again. Nick tensed, surprised by how loud the shot had been, but Lyam didn't even flinch, appearing to haven’t heard nor noticed the gunfire right next to him. "Seriously" sighed Dereck, emptying the entire clip in the air out of frustration and despair. The sound of gunfire echoed in the quiet place, amplified by the walls around them filling their ears, even attracting a few wondering gazes from the building yet Lyam didn't move a muscle, not bothered the slightest, even mumbling in his sleep. "Damn it!" swore Dereck, burying his gun in its holster “I don’t believe, never seen anyone sleep so deeply like this”, he mumbled, scratching his chin, out of options. “Looks like the kind of guy that could fall asleep in a warzone,” chuckled Nick, “lucky bastard”. The silence fell again between them, only disturbed by the cheerful chirps of birds in the distance and the low purrs emanating from Lyam’s slightly parted maw, the two men staring at each other quietly, hoping the other had a solution. "Guess we'll have to carry him..." let out Nick, breaking the ice. “I’m afraid we don’t have much of a choice at this point…” huffed Dereck, slightly apprehending this rather delicate operation. And so here they were, crumbling under Lyam's weight; slowly making their way in the long, so long corridors under the puzzled gazes and wondering expression of the guards and other workers, laughter bursting in their wake as they struggled on, step after step. After five minutes of arduous walk through the endless corridors under the constant mocking giggles and other comments from surprised soldiers they had reached the waiting ship, their muscles on fire, on the brink of tearing apart under the strain Lyam was putting them through. The pilot observed them, standing next to the door of his vessel, wearing a confused face, his eyes wide as he saw the awkward trio arrive, not knowing what to do or say. "Don't stay there staring at us like an idiot, help us!" roared Dereck. The man quaked, taking a step back, a grossed out snarl painted on his face "Sorry Sir… I'm not touching that… thing." he hissed, glaring down at the still sleeping dragon, "I'll prepare the ship for take-off”, he suggested, not even waiting for any response. Before Dereck could protest the man had already ran away, jumping back into the ship and onto his seat after making sure to lock his door, plunging himself in his manuals, pressing buttons, flipping switches, pushing handles. In a handful of seconds the engine was started, purring softly as it spooled up, the exhaust ports turning red, the whole vessel trembling as if it was impatient to take to the skies. They entered through the cargo ramp, huffing and grunting under the unbearable weight, so exhausted they felt their bodies would fail them at any moment. "Where do we drop him?" questioned Nick through gritted teeth. "I don’t care, drop him wherever you want but please do it quick; I can't hold any longer." winced Dereck grimacing in pain and exhaustion, staggering on his paws, stuttering when he hit a metal bar someone had left there. "Here should be just fine." grumbled Nick, pointing at a row of seats. "Ready?" asked Dereck, panting, grimacing as the scales slipped between his fingers. "Nice and easy." whispered Nick. A loud thud filled the ship, the pilot jumping from his seat, his headset falling from his ears, his checklist gliding under a console. "What the hell was that?!" he shouted from the cockpit. "Damn be careful dude!" roared Nick, watching Lyam's hindquarter fall hardly on the metal floor, now resting on the ground. "Sorry… couldn't hold anymore." panted Dereck, massaging his aching paw pads "besides, that didn't even wake him up." He noted. "Yes… you're right…" mumbled Nick "he really is a heavy sleeper." He added to himself as he let go of Lyam’s front end with more caution, making sure his head rested somewhat comfortably on the cold floor. "Is everyone strapped on back there?" enquired the pilot, glancing back at his passengers "Yes!" they both replied, finding a seat before fastening their seatbelts. "Hold on to your seats we are about to takeoff!" In a loud, deafening roar the engines were pushed to take-off power, the heavy vessel freeing itself from the ground, quickly gaining altitude, the two reactors giving all the thrust they had to lift them up in the sky. Once they were high enough the engine's nozzles changed position as lifting jets wee shut down, propelling them forward instead. "Should be at our destination in ten minutes!" announced the pilot from the cockpit as the vessel joined the road. ………Half an hour later……… “Well… guess I underestimated traffic.” sighed the pilot, leaning back in his seat, arms crossed, observing in turn the long lines of ships waiting before the dome's gate and at his instruments, making sure everything was alright. The GPS localizer indicated a large red line where he was, warning pilots of the jam. “Can't you get us through?” enquired Dereck from the back of the vessel. "I'll see what I can do Sir." replied the pilot; switching on the radio "Delta Romeo Alpha 2505 to district five traffic control.” “District five traffic control go ahead." replied a voice through the crackling speakers. "We'd like to enter.” “Sorry can't do anything for you sir we are kinda busy now." "Hmmm… and the south port?" enquired the pilot.” “Clogged up as well." sighed the controller "we have a collision there so the traffic is even more jammed there and now we have to reroute other traffic around and through here." "Wonderful.'" grumbled the pilot "Can't you make us go a bit faster?" "Sorry sir but at the moment we can't do much." "You're sure? I'm on official duty." "Specify please.” replied the controller, intrigued. "I am transporting VIPs for the minister of foreign affairs and we are in a bit of a hurry you see…." "I will… tell that to my superior and see what I can do." "Perfect; I will be waiting.” “Hey you scumbag you're not screwing us all!" yelled another voice, saturating the speakers, forcing the pilot to take off his headset. "Guess throughout the galaxies people still get frustrated in traffic jams." snjggered Nick, finding the situation surprisingly familiar despite the billions of kilometres between him and the place he used to call home. "I suppose." mumbled Dereck, sitting uncomfortably on his seat, finding the comment somewhat amusing. Right before them Lyam was still sleeping, sprawled across the cold metallic floor, eyes sealed shut, breathing slowly, his clawed paws slightly twitching It was amazing that this guy managed to sleep in such uncomfortable places while completely oblivious to the outside world. But what was making Dereck so nervous was what his nostrils kept catching since the beginning of the flight: an elusive scent, a sweet tangy musk that stirred his sheaths to life in just the right way, requiring him to take an awkward position to hide the tent forming in his pants. Since Lyam was lying on his back he had an unmistakable opportunity to observe him from up close; an opportunity he would have rather missed at that precise moment. The sight of the cloned creature's hindquarter was both disturbing and enticing, that puffy slit covered in a glistening film of natural lube disturbing his scale pattern, that large pouch filled with those two swollen spheres full of cum, the sack so tight around the plump nuts they were perfectly visible; and, right underneath it, at the junction between his body and tail, that reddish puckered entrance clenched tight. It looked almost tiny in comparison to Lyam's general size but deep inside he had the feeling, no the certitude it was quite stretchy and roomy and could easily accommodate to anything that could be inserted inside. He would be lying to himself if he said the mere sight wasn't attracting and he hadn't even seen what he packed in that so inviting moist slit of his. "Enjoying what you see?" interrogated an amused voice. He tensed, snapping out of lust-addled observation, straightening instantly, pointing his gaze toward the opposite wall; warmth creeping over his cheeks as his ears dropped low in shame. "Don't make that face I know what you were looking at." chuckled Nick. "No… I wasn't…" stammered Dereck in protest, his eyes roaming around the ship, trying to find a place to stop, a point to focus onto, far from the aliens. "Don't be ashamed… he isn't the type to hide himself anyway." Let out Nick with an understanding tone. "It's quite hard to miss." admitted Dereck, still looking away, the situation he had triggered making him very uncomfortable. "Yeah… and Lyam isn't the type to cover himself" "Rather the kind to let everything on display." chuckled Dereck in response. "Yes… that's one of the many disturbing things about him." confirmed Nick, observing his slumbering mate humming in his sleep, squirming slightly in his dreams. Dereck extended an unsure paw, rubbing the scaly chest, feeling Lyam’s body vibrate from his low, elated purrs under his touch as he tried to keep his eyes away from the source of that heady musk. "I wanted to ask you something…" he mumbled, shyly avoiding direct eye contact with Nick. “Sure go ahead." "Well… it's kind of an… embarrassing question…" sputtered Dereck, the red hue on his cheeks deepening, his whole head flushed with heat. “Don't be shy, with Lyam around I'm used to all kind of weird and disturbing questions." "Well… it's really embarrassing for me… it's… about some… private matters." "Hey just say it, we are alone here, no one can hear us, it will stay between the two of us, no one has to know so get it off your chest." Encouraged Nick, surprising even himself with his own words. Dereck looked up, met with a warm, understanding smile from the alien. Yet the question wasn't his only concern. His gaze drifted down again, falling on the sleeping form of Lyam, wandering in his realm of dreams, oblivious to the outside world and of the situation he had just put him into. He took a deep breathe, pealing his eyes away from Lyam. “How long have you been… together?” he let out in one quick sentence, afraid he had dared to say it out loud yet relieved to feel that weight being removed from him, the burden of his hidden curiosity almost unbearable to him. “What do you mean?” “Well… I mean since you met each other.” “Oh… technically about six years." "Damn you must know each other very well." "I said technically." noted Nick, Dereck's eyebrows rising quizzically. "What's that supposed to mean?" enquired Dereck scratching the back of his head, feeling lost. "Well… we met upon boarding in our ship but since we spent the best part of the six-year journey in stasis I'd say we really learned to know each other for… a few weeks thanks to that failure Lyam had." "A failure?" repeated Dereck, trying to make sense of what Nick was saying. "Well, his cryostasis pod failed… like critically malfunctioned. Apparently, a pipe broke and flooded his room with coolant fluid triggering his pod's emergency unseal procedure; almost drowning him in the process." "Damn… I suppose he was lucky to survive." "He is a tough one." approved Nick "he survived the fall on your planet without any protection and was in a… pretty good shape afterward." "Impressive." Exclaimed Dereck with an admirative whistle. "But you don't know the best part of the story yet…" chuckled Nick, loving the intrigued look on the wolf's face. “After days of roaming through the ship he decided to wake someone up and guess who that fell onto?" "That's an easy guess." Commented the wolf, letting out a low chuckle, imagining the situation. "But why you?" "Because I had forgotten to lock my cabin door before going in stasis" grumbled Nick, "because I had to help this little pest get into his pod before jumping in my own… and because I think he didn't really know anyone else on the ship." "Interesting." "So we spent a week together, alone in that big ship while everyone was peacefully sleeping." "That must have been great, having that big ship to yourselves, you must have been feeling so free." "Yep… and overall, it was nice… well… whey Lyam wasn’t acting weirdly of course." "Why do you simply by acting weirdly?” questioned Dereck, the wolf getting increasingly curious and interested by the story. "You know what I mean." replied Nick, winking mischievously at the wolf. “Oh… in that way… yes… I suppose that makes sense.” he mumbled. “Wait a second; you're telling me you've been together for barely a week or two!" he suddenly exclaimed after taking some time to process all this new information. "Bluntly put yes that's exactly it." "So… err… how long have you been together? I mean…" he stammered, gesturing with his hands, his cheeks burning as a crimson red blush spread over them. "Oh… a few days." casually answered Nick "Hold on! Say that again! You've waited until you arrived at my home to make it official!" exclaimed Dereck, jaws dropping in dismay. "We didn't really have an opportunity earlier; beside it was… a bit complicated" “I… I understand…” mumbled Dereck, looking at his paws in embarrassment. "Hey how do you even know we are together?" growled Nick suspiciously, throwing an interrogative glance to the blushing wolf. "I heard you the other day. You know the walls are quite thin." "I'll take note of that for later. Sorry if we disturbed you." apologized Nick. Now it was his turn to turn a deep red. "It’s fine; I can deal with the noise but… please don't leave me to clean all your mess." "If you have any complains address them to Lyam, most of it comes from him anyway." Retorted Nick, waving at the sleeping dragon resting at their feet. "He is quite… productive if you allow me." "You have no idea!" exclaimed Nick, "he is a real seed factory; no wonder why he is so horny!" "I… I didn't notice that." whispered Dereck. "You don't know him like I do." chuckled Nick. "I suppose you're right." whispered Dereck, recalling the lewd and wild noises he heard, the furtive glances he got; the potent smells that aroused him. He had no troubles believing Nick on that point. "Are you two talking about me?" purred a soft voice. Dereck tensed, his eyes widening, his breath cutting short as he realized two golden orbs glinting with amusement and malice were staring straight at him. "*gasp* you were awake!" he gasped, jumping on his feet, face reddening more with each second. A loud laughter burst from his left, filling the silent ship, covering both the rumble of the engines and the chatter of the pilot’s radio; soon joined by another voice as, before him Nick, had his hands clutching his belly, loudly laughing while Lyam was squirming on the floor, giggling more discreetly, chirping happily as his tail swished from side to side. "You knew!" roared Dereck, trying his best to keep his composure. "I saw him crack an eye open earlier." confessed Nick, choking on his breath. "Damn it and me who wanted to be discreet." Joked Lyam, fainting disappointment, "You sneaky? Let me laugh! Even a blind would see you, not even mentioning smelling you from a few miles away! Speaking of which I'm surprised you didn't notice him; it was kinda obvious he was awake." "I wasn’t paying it too much attention… I suppose…” mumbled Dereck, crumbling in embarrassment. "Too bad you stopped now it was only getting interesting” sighed Lyam, glaring at Nick with an accusing look. "Don't look at me like this you busted yourself out alone." retorted Nick, poking Lyam's snout with a finger. "You're no fun." huffed the dragon, rolling on his belly. "That's not very polite to peak on other's conversation." growled Dereck, trying to shove Lyam on his back. Lyam swiftly dodged the blow, ramming his scaly snout in the soft furry paw. "Damn you really have soft fur." he cooed, grinding against the thick fur "I could do that all day." He added, nuzzling the paw affectionately. Dereck didn't flinch, letting the soft scales rub against his paw, enjoying that somewhat affectionate contact. Yet he still felt uncomfortable with it. In other circumstances he would have felt proud to have his fur complimented and even more to know someone enjoyed it so much but, in that situation, with that horny, lustful creature he preferred to keep his distances, unsure of what he was plotting in that dirty mind of his. What Nick had told him wasn't helping either, making him even less confident in Lyam. To his own relief Lyam stopped, jumping onto his paws, shaking himself of all the gunk clinging to his pristine black and gold scales, stretching up with a low groan, joints cracking, his tail lifted high in a more than lewd enough stance. Dereck immediately looked away, pretending to be busy on his tablet, wandering on the screen, throwing quick glances at Lyam until he was sure the dragon was out of sight. He turned around… and immediately regretted it, discovering one of the most awkward sights of his whole life, a picture that marked his mind with an indelible ink. His jaw dropped his tablet hangdog at the end of his limp arms, eyes wide in shock and, deep in his heart a sting of envy. Before his very eyes were the two aliens, Nick still sitting on his seat, Lyam standing in front of him, his long scaly neck level with Nick's face, their lips joined in a deep enamored kiss. He tried to look somewhere but he couldn't peal his eyes away from the scene, staring against his will at the lewd display of affection, Nick's hands fondling Lyam's face and neck, low purrs blending with the constant rumble of the engines; their eyes closed, abandoning themselves to their burning passion for each other. He couldn't help but envy them, envy their love, as true and bright as the sun, undeniable even to the most skeptical, even for him who knew how they were in the bedroom he couldn't deny them this, their love was no fake and quite cute even. They pulled away, panting slightly, smiling to each other, eyes glazed with passion, the two lusting for each other's, longing for the other's touch and kisses. They exchanged a last loving look before turning their attention toward him. "You know… that's not very polite to spy on people in private times; you could at least turn around." chuckled Lyam, a sly smile warming his traits. "And you're the one saying that." snapped Nick, patting Lyam's head. They answered with a wry smile, net even protesting or trying to deny it. "Well then… at least join us…" purred Lyam invitingly, stepping aside, making room for Dereck. "Excuse me!" gasped the wolf, staring in awe aat the mischievously smiling drake. "What? Don't stay there staring at us, either look away or indulge yourself and come with us." invited Lyam, widening his stance in an enticing way. "No… thanks…" stammered Dereck, taking a step back, heart pounding in his chest, mind racing with thoughts, his face on the verge of melting from how much he was blushing. Yet inside his pants another part of him had a different opinion that it was very willing to share, his sheaths tingling with arousal, stirred to life by the faint but existing prospect of mating. "Come on I promise we'll be gentle…" purred Lyam, wiggling his backside, tail rising high, turning his rump in Dereck’s direction, offering him a perfect view of what he had to offer. Dereck kept his gaze away, blushing profusely, his sheaths swelling, the tips of his cocks poking in the open, already dripping in his underwear, his balls churning with seed. "Hush you little tease." giggled Nick, forcing Lyam's maw shut, the dragon squirming and thrashing against the two strong hands holding his snout "don't listen to him he's just a tease." Added the human, glaring disapprovingly at the naughty dragon. Dereck nodded, still keeping his distances with the couple. They were awkward to say the least, one was serious, had inhibitions and knew how to behave in society while the other was a lust-addled tease gifted with a handsome body, attractive curves and a wicked mind keen on leading other into playing his little dirty games. How could these two be together he asked himself, staring at the two lovers; they were so different but seemed to get along so well at the same time. "Sorry… I'll leave you some privacy…" he mumbled; quickly walking away, finding a place on the farthest side of the ship, sitting down into a creaky and uncomfortable seat. He tried to appease his racing heart and mind, taking long deep breaths, doing all he could to clear his head but to no avail. This silver-tongued of an attractive pervert had managed to make him quite horny and uncomfortable, fighting the many conflicting urges and desires coursing through his brain. Taking a peak in the cockpit he found the pilot still busy arguing with the other crews and checking his instruments, making slight correction, slowly climbing up the long line of waiting ship. "Curse it's not gonna end…" swore Dereck in disbelief, staring in awe at the endless twisted metallic serpent formed by all the tightly packed ship waiting before a tiny gate. “And knowing them they'll be going at it in a few minutes…" he added to himself, a lewd picture popping in his brain. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind but the picture clung to his brain, appearing before his very eyes, stirring his dicks to life, the two red poles growing in his tight military pants, tenting the thick fabric. His hands rushed to his groin, hiding the thick bulge, the black tissue feeling wet under his pads. He closed his eyes as tight as he could, jaws gritted together, muffing his low moans but the thought, the lewd picture was still there. He saw, behind his tightly screwed eyelids Lyam, lying on his back, his large cock displayed in broad daylight, throbbing and twitching in need, dribbling clear precum on his belly, his plump balls resting on his taut scales right above his tight quivering pucker waiting to be filled, begging to be stretched wide. His gaze automatically went up, crossing the clone's gaze, a goofy expression plastered on his face, tongue lolling on the side of his parted maw, eyes glazed with lust as a claw ran down his bare shaft. He winced, pre spurting in his boxers, bathing his two exposed shafts in his own warmth, his nose twitching under the burst of his own pungent musk. The image shifted slightly, another person appearing in his field of view, a naked humanoid form kneeling before the large draconic pillar of flesh, working his hands and his mouth over the bare pole, apparently enjoying it, his own hard cock jutting between his legs, oozing precum. Contrary to Lyam he had never seen Nick naked well… not counting the times wean he was in his hospital’s chamber being healed and studied and… all the footage recorded of him by the scientist team, including a quite interesting video of a milking session. From all these low-quality footage he had managed to build a rather precise mental picture of the human… although he would have gladly erased it from his head. Yet he couldn't help staring, enjoying the hot display of the hard throbbing cock sucked by the human mouth, spewing cum in his hungry throat while Nick's hands travelled down his mate's length, groping his hefty balls, rolling them around while his other hand was going to town on Lyam's anus, two fingers quickly pumping ,in and out of his eager tailhole. "Hey are you alright?" enquired a voice. He froze, snapping back to reality, eyes popping wide, unable to silence a high-pitched squeak, his paws gripping his twin hard cocks, feeling them throb and squirt musky pre in his pants. "You look in pain; are you alright?" questioned Lyam, scrutinizing him with worry in his amber eyes. Despite the kind and sincere looking words Dereck couldn’t help but notice the dragon’s nostrils twitching as they caught whiffs of his own scent. "No… it's nothing… I’m alright?" "You're sure?" interrogated Lyam, taking a step close, nostrils twitching but he didn't seem to be pestered at all. "Yes… I'm just… getting bored…" grumbled the wolf, smiling but his attempt remained vain, his broad grin turning into a pained grimace. "That's your bored face? From here you look like you've got a more serious issue." Dereck tensed, throwing a suspicious glance at the dragon. "I hope you didn't hurt yourself while carrying me… I would feel really bad if that was the case." "Don't worry you’re not to blame for my trouble… beside you’re not that heavy" whispered Dereck, patting Lyam's head with his soft paw, scratching his scales near his horns, low draconic purrs filing his ears. Well, you are the cause of many of my problems Lyam he thought to himself. "Good, good but… I'm… I'm still worried, are you certain you are alright?" "I'm fine, don't worry about me." "You know… I could carry you if you want." offered Lyam. "Excuse me what did you say?" "You heard me right; I could carry you; you know, on my back." offered Lyam, bending down before Dereck. "Thanks, but… I think I'm far too heavy for you." mumbled Dereck, embarrassed, looking for a way to escape that embarrassing conversation. "Don't worry for me; I'm stronger than you imagine." chuckled Lyam "for me you'd be as light as a feather." he added, showing off, trying to look big and strong. Dereck nodded, gulping down, a cold sweat running down his spine. Although Lyam wasn't looking impressive in any way beside dick size, he knew for certain the clone had plenty of hidden resources and tricks hidden up his sleeves. "Thanks, but I think I will pass on the offer." stammered Dereck, squirming uncomfortably on his seat. "Alright but if you need a lift… or anything else you know who to ask." whispered the dragon in a low, honeyed tone. Dereck flinched, soft scales brushing against his face, nuzzling him affectionately. Despite himself he gave in, closing his eyes, letting Lyam rub his snout against his furry cheek, his deep purrs reverberating in his throat, softening Dereck up, his paw descended onto Lyam, fondling his long neck, feeling his chilling scales under his fingers. "Oh my you two look cute!" exclaimed another very familiar voice. Dereck's heart missed a beat, his eyes shooting open just as the soft contact of Lyam's scales against his face vanished. In front of him, sitting on the opposite row of seat Nick observed him, arms crossed, his expression a mix of annoyance, displeasure and anger. "It's not what you think, it is!" gasped Dereck, gesturing his paws in sheer panic, face flushed with heat. A sly smile curled the human's lips, his expression shifting to a warmer face, brightened with amusement. "Relax I know." "Beside you know there is only you for me; you are the only one that I love…" purred Lyaam, padding toward his lover, nuzzling him affectionately, his bulky snout slowly descending along his neck, his agile tongue swiftly dashing out, giving Nick quick gentle licks. "Sometimes I'm having serious doubts on that Lyam." growled Nick, roughly shoving him away. Lyam staggered back, wincing pleadingly, eyes filling up with tears. "Come on Nick! You know I would never cheat on you… even less in plain view…" he squealed, reaching for the grumpy human only to be denied again and again. "You're even cuter…" snickered Dereck, relieved that the attention wasn't onto him anymore. The two stopped their play fighting, looking at him with smiling faces, Nick allowing Lyam to nestle his large snout on his knees as he sat next to him. "I'll take that as a compliment…" tiredly yawned Lyam, resting his head, letting Nick’s hand scratch his scales. "I wonder how you could take it otherwise…" grumbled Nick, looking out by the window. "Don't be like this; you know I only love you… with all my heart." cooed Lyam. "You're not giving me many proofs." retorted Nick, playfully slapping Lyam across the snout. "Wait until we're home…" murmured Lyam, his eyebrows wavering meaningfully, eyes glinting with malice, a devious smirk growing on his scaly lips. Nick shrugged "horny cloned lizard" he grunted, his gaze wandering in the distance but not enough to mask his own wry smile. "I… I just don't understand how you two ended up together." let out Dereck, spilling out the question burnish his lips since he had first seen them. "What do you mean by that?" enquired Lyam, ears perking in surprise. Even Nick looked puzzled by the question, offended even, staring at Dereck intently, trying to guess the true meaning of his words. "Well… nothing just that… you two are so different, so… far apart!" explained Dereck, letting his too-long-hidden curiosity roll out "You Nick you look to be the very serious and self-conscious kind of guy with strong opinions and beliefs on things and Lyam… well… you're you… it amazes me how well you two get along." "Well… your description is right… for the most part…" admitted Nick, sharing an agreeing look with Lyam "but even though I have my opinions on things it doesn't mean they can't change." "It's the same for me…" approvingly chirped Lyam, nudging himself closer to Nick "I just guess it was some sort of… love at first sight." he suggested, waiting for a sign of approval from Nick. “Speak for yourself." Replied Nick "at first you just pissed me off." "Yes I'm quite good at that according to you." "And I'm not mentioning your lewd teasing and your perverted mind." "Stop flattering me…" replied Lyam, offering the underside of his neck to rub. "Anyway… I guess it took more time for me to get… used to him and… well… get beyond that naughty behavior to truly like him." admitted Nick, complying without a second thought. "On my end I felt something inside me the very second I laid eye onto him but… I guess it took me some time to understand it wasn't only some… sexual attraction… and that… there was something more… something greater between us." murmured Lyam, leaning against Nick, depositing a loving kiss on the human's cheek, causing him to blush under the affection "still… I really enjoyed teasing you." he added on the tone of secret "although… some of it wasn't really… on purpose." he then admitted, looking down with a look of guilt and shame. "Don't make me that face Lyam, we both knows you planned it all; and you know what… I may have been mad at you back then but now I think it was a necessary evil." "Thanks" whispered Lyam, sniffing loudly, burying his snout in Nick's chest, nibbling at his skin through his clothes, making the human squirm and giggle. Dereck observed the scene, smiling amusingly. His heart sank, a spike of envy stabbing his chest, watching these two give into their mutual love was making him feel bad, painfully reminding him of his last serious relationship. It was so long ago; the guy was nice and caring, they loved each other’s with all their hearts yet it didn't last. His half-hard shafts throbbed, reminding him of their pesky presence. His fist balled, tension rising inside him, desire boiling in his vein. It had been ages since he had mated, recalling the face of his last partner, their loving embrace, their skilled paws working the tension out of him, their eagerness and unbuildable passion, their tight ass stretching around his girth, their loud moans of pure pleasure. Unfortunately, it had to come to an end, reducing him to just play with himself in the loneliness of his cramped flat, with nothing left but his paws and some photos to pleasure himself. He vigorously shook his head, wiping away the old depressing memories, cleansing his mind from it as best as he could. "Dereck…" called Lyam, observing him from the far side of the ship, hazy half-lidded eyes glued to him "can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Why did you ask us? Are interspecies un… relationships that uncommon here? Are they… forbidden?" "What? No of course not!" yelped Dereck at a loss for word, taken aback by the question. "It's just that… I was wondering how it could possibly work between the two of you; I mean you're so unlike, so different… but I guess it's only me." "Actually, you’re not completely wrong; from where we come the kind of relationship I'm engaged into with Lyam is something that is frowned upon by many. Clones like him are considered to be nothing more than work horses, mere animals." explained Nic "they're even thought to be gross creature… and I used to think this way to… but… I had Lyam to help me change my mind over it." he whispered, kissing the dragon on the forehead, earning a low purr and a grateful glance. "Wow… so… you’re sorta making history then!" exclaimed Dereck. "Kinda I guess…" chuckled Nick. "And you Dereck… are you with someone?" enquired Lyam. All blood left Dereck's face, his heart stopping, his breath stuck in his throat. "Lyam…" growled Nick, glaring at the curious dragon. “No… it's… it's alright…" sputtered Dereck, heavy drops of sweat cascading down his back “I suppose it's only fair that you ask me now that I know more about you two.” “So?” questioned Lyam, urging him to answer. "I can't believe this is happening… you'll never change Lyam…" grumbled Nick under his breath. Lyam only smiled, adopting the most innocent and adorable of expressions. “So… to answer your question *gulp* I'm… single at the moment.” replied Dereck, looking everywhere except directly at them. "Oh… that's too bad? How long has it been?" "I… well… let's say I lost count." whimpered Dereck, blushing profusely. "Poor guy; I'm sorry to hear that…" cooed Lyam, sounding really affected. “It's alright… I've got you to keep me busy." replied Dereck, smiling all he could but it looked empty. "Which gender?" This time Dereck's face turned pale, his gaze dropping to the bare metal floor, trying to gulp his saliva down to no avail, his throat knotted tight. "That's enough Lyam." growled Nick, yanking Lyam away, dragging the whining and protesting dragon behind him until they had reached the opposite side of the cargo hold. "And don't you dare to come back!" ordered Nick, coming back, snarling in anger, fists clenched tight, throwing hateful glares at the scared dragon sitting on his haunches. "Sorry about that…" he apologized, “he can really be a pest when he wants to”. Dereck only made a weak sign, too embarrassed to talk. The ship quaked, banking left, the engines spooling up. Dereck's ears perked, noticing they were leaving the immobile line of ship, heading straight for the dome. "Good news!" exclaimed the pilot, one hand on the stick the other dexterously maneuvering the thrust levers "We received a special clearance from the ministry of transport to use their special access; we should be at our destination in a couple of minutes!" Dereck let out a deep relieved sigh, soon they would be home and soon he will be able to vanish from the sight of that lust-addled alien. ………………… “I've got some paperwork to fill I'll be in my room if you need me!” shouted Dereck, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving his guests alone in the now silent living room, the two of them exchanging a wondering look. "Well… guess we should find something to do as well…" sighed Nick, taking off his jacket, stepping in their room, pushing the switch down with his elbow. A violent light flooded his eyes. He backed away, grumbling under his breathe "Damn adjustable light thing…" he huffed, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. “Hehe, having troubles over there?" chuckled a familiar voice coming from inside the room. Despite himself Nick grinned, peering in the room. To his own disbelief he wasn't even the slightest surprised to discover Lyam, already splayed on the bed, offering him a perfect view of his belly, his package on full display, his tail swaying widely, a playful grin plastered across his snout, his eyes glittering with lust. “You did this didn't you?” Sighed Nick, tossing his jacket on a pile of clothes lying in a corner. “What, you don't like my little surprise?” squeaked Lyam, looking disappointed. Nick chuckled to himself, closing the door, making sure it was properly locked before turning his attention back to the dragon; Lyam observing him intently, obviously waiting for him to join, his paws trailing down his belly, although keeping their distances with his groin, low purrs escaping his maw. "You're restless aren't you?" let out Nick, shaking his head. "You make me horny." retorted Lyam, his grin widening, eyes sparkling with raw desire. "Flatterer, you don't need me to be hard." "Who said I was hard." retorted Lyam, pointing a claw at his slit, smiling proudly. Nick followed his gaze, finding, quite surprised that no trace of Lyam's cock could be seen, his slit not even moist, not puffing out the slightest. Nick stood there, speechless, eyes bulging wide in shock. "Surprised aren’t you?" sniggered Lyam, amused "bet you didn't expect me to be able to hold it back." he taunted him with a satisfied expression. "You're making progress." replied Nick, trying to cover his dumbfounded look. "Thanks… I'm glad you appreciate." purred Lyam, hit tail tip wiggling happily. Nick walked to the bed, still on edge, scrutinizing Lyam with a close attention to detail, tensing as each twitch of the clone's muscles, every inhale causing his broad scaly chest to swell, putting the golden scales on a magnificent display, their slick surface glimmering in the dim light. All along Lyam kept his eyes on him, his amber irises homed on him, glinting with that familiar deviousness he had grown so used to. "But what are you up to this time?" enquired Nick, freezing two steps away from the eager drake exposed before him. "Me? Nothing, I am just resting… waiting for you…" he purred, patting the bed next to him "why don't you join me?". Nick held still, a doubtful grimace twisting his traits. "Come on, don't be shy." whispered Lyam in a low, honeyed tone, adopting a more enticing pose. Nick took another step, immediately sensing something warm and slick caress his leg, slowly going up, following his thigh. He looked down, Lyam's tail agilely rubbing against his pants, slithering it's way up along the inner side of his thigh, causing him to tense and shiver under it's soft caress, the scaly appendage climbing up, tracing the outlines of his groin, probing curiously at his package through the fabric, yet without spending too much time there, just enough to stir his member to life, his crotch tingling from the skilled touch. Cringing Nick watched as the prehensile tail snuck below his belt, tugging at it insistently. "Found something you want?" he let out, trying to sound calm. "Yes" purred Lyam "I have you" he added, giving a forceful pull of his tail. Nick staggered forward, falling flat on the bed next to Lyam. "Ahah very funny." he grumbled, rolling on his back. "I'm sincere Nick" whispered Lyam, his head popping in Nick's field of view, wearing a broad caring smile, his eyes full of a burning passion "I love you, I love you with all my heart, and I want you, I want you so badly, I want you all for myself… right here… right now…" purred Lyam, getting closer, his soft scales brushing against Nick's skin, his snout inching closer to his face, hot breath washing over his face. He reached out with a hand; slowly caressing the dragon's cheek, their lips making contact, the sensation still a bit alien to Nick but so delightful at the same time. They kissed, passionately, lips sealed together, their gazes planted in each other's eyes, Nick's hands holding the dragon's head, softly rubbing and massaging him, their lips parting only for brief instants for them to breathe before locking back together. As the kiss went on Lyam got closer, getting up before straddling Nick, dominating him from all his height then slowly lowered himself until their belly touched, the contact of soft warm scales against his skin causing him to shiver while the dragon's paw gently stroked his flanks. Lyam pulled back, panting slightly, staring at Nick lovingly, shudders coursing through him while below, Nick was smiling in satisfaction. "Damn, I always wonder how just being close to you and doing nothing but kisses and cuddles makes me feel so… tingly…" stammered Lyam, visibly enjoying the sensation. "That's called foreplay Lyam, something you're not really used to do am I right?" "Indeed, but I realize I've been missing out on a lot of things" purred the dragon, pressing his lips against Nick's own, driving him in another passionate kiss. Nick didn't protest, giving into the kiss with the same passion, tilting his head to the side, Lyam instinctively responding by mimicking the human’s action, their jaws parting slightly allowing Lyam's bigger tongue to slither inside the human mouth. Nick let out a huff of surprise and discomfort, surprised by the intrusion, but didn't protest too much, trying to stay calm as the slimy appendage explored his mouth, playing with his own tongue, the feeling becoming quite pleasant after a few seconds of getting used to. Lyam was enjoying very much, discovering a whole new world of feelings and sensations flooding his system, pushing him to explore and discover more, his paws slowly and sensually fondling the human's flank through his shirt as Nick’s own soft hands answered with affections and caresses of their own. In a way he was frustrated, because in a way he felt stupid for having missed out on such greats moment for so long, his constant crave for sex having made him ignore and not realise that such simple and true affection could feel pleasurable. But he was about to fix that error of his. Cautiously his paws went down, caressing and exploring Nick’s body, feeling him shudder and twitch under his touch until they found the edges of his shirt, sneaking under, making sure to not tear the fabric apart, loving the sensation of the human’s soft skin under his paws. He knew Nick's body very well by now yet it felt like he had never truly touched it, his paws discovering and rediscovering parts and sensations he had almost forgotten. "Enjoying yourself?" whispered Nick, breaking the kiss. "Yes… I love it." mumbled Lyam, trembling from head to toe "this… this feels great… I've never… felt this way." Nick smiled, amused by the puzzled and excited look on Lyam's face, finding the dragon even cuter than before. In a way he looked like a guy on his first time with a lady, or another man, learning and discovering his mate’s body through and through, causing him to shiver under the surprisingly skilled and soft paw caressing his chest, tracing along his muscles, letting the dragon do his thing, feeling great from all the caresses, even, a bit hotter under the belt. It was at this moment, during this very short break that Lyam realized how shaky he was, trembling from head to the very tip of his claws, the love coursing through him mixing with the boiling desire that was slowly growing inside him, making him all the more excited. It was as if the slow and sensual pace, the intimate caresses and love they shared made the man below him all the more attractive and what was to come even more arousing. By this time his cock was already out and throbbing, dripping pre on the bed sheets and Nick’s clothes but to his own amazement he hadn’t turned into an uncontrollable ball of raw lust and need, instead finding his own burning desires to be quite manageable even though a little voice in his head was murmuring, encouraging, no urging him to speed things up. Luckily, for once he could silence it and enjoy his mate fully; and he wouldn’t miss that opportunity for all the sex and cum in the world. “Nick,” called Lyam, his voice trembling as he panted slightly, "could you… undress for me, please…" he added, surprised to feel warmth creep over his cheeks as he slowly removed his paws from under Nick’s clothes. “Hmmm… how about no…” replied Nick, not moving a muscle to comply. “B… but why?” gasped Lyam, puzzled. “It’s part of the foreplay silly lizard head, it’s part of the foreplay, you’ve gotta make me want to do it, or better, do it yourself. You can’t just order people around to suit your needs.” Explained Nick, a broad grin plastered across his face, as if daring Lyam to follow in on his advice. “Oh… I see, that makes sense actually…” mumbled Lyam, surprised quite a bit by the how events were turning out, yet he was happy about it nevertheless. “Well then, he continued, crawling over Nick until his snout was facing his face, “earlier you wanted proofs of if I truly loved you. Very well then, let me show you how much I love you…” he added in a low tantalizing purr, dragging his long tongue across Nick’s face before pressing their lips together for another deep passionate kiss, his paws finding their ways back inside Nick’s shirt. Nick didn’t protest, willingly surrendering control to the male dragon on top of him, letting him do whatever he pleased, intrigued by what the usually lust-crazed dragon would do this time. And he quickly found out that Lyam wasn’t going to disappoint him, showing an impressive and unexpected self-control, holding true to his promise as their lips joined again, the dragon’s tongue sliding with ease into his own mouth, coiling around his tongue. In the meantime, his paws were slowly and sensually exploring his body, climbing along his belly and sides, trailing along his muscles, finding all the sensitive spots of his anatomy. He was quite amazed to say the least, managing to feel relaxed and comfortable despite having sharp talons grazing his skin, trusting Lyam to not harm him. Which he did, savoring each instant with his mate, discovering all the places that had them moan and shudder, loving the affectionate caress and hugs he got from Nick in return, making him feel so warm and loved deep inside, his heart swelling with the inextinguishable fire of passion as his tongue swirled and danced deep inside Nick’s mouth, keeping them locked together as he ventured deeper. Soon, after many caresses and affectionate cuddles even Nick began to feel aroused, his pants tenting under the constant push of his hard member, a wet spot forming on the thick fabric, yet Lyam didn’t jump on the opportunity to speed things up, keeping it slow and sensual as he finally went around taking off Nick’s shirt with the same care and caution he had shown so far, leaving him exposed to the dragon’s every whims. Lyam slowly pulled back from the kiss, shaking in pure delight, eyes glazed with love and lust as he gave a tender lick to the human’s cheek. “I love you Nick, more than I have ever loved anyone or anything before.” Murmured Lyam in a soft, enamored tone. “I love you too…” cooed Nick as the dragon’s snout began lowering itself, planting many small kisses and licks along his ckeek, chin, and now his neck, “and I love you even more like that…” he moaned as the skilled tongue dragged along his sensitive neck. “I’ll keep that in mind…” purred Lyam in return, continuing on his way down, his paws following a similar path down his chest and belly. Nick closed his eyes, eagerly letting the dragon work his way down, shuddering, tensing and relaxing in time with Lyam’s every move, feeling a great amount of pleasure from each rub, each lick along his skin, moaning and cooing in delight from the dragon’s affection. Hearing his mate’s blissful cries made Lyam feel increasingly confident, encouraging him ton continue on, kissing, licking and caressing his mate all over, even risking some light nibbles around Nick’s nipples, causing his mate to arch his back and wiggle a bit underneath him. By that point he could clearly smell Nick’s arousal, giving him a clear indication on how much the human appreciated the treatment, the strong musky scent making his head spin, adding to the low moans that filled his ears, fuelling the raging fire of his lust further yet, despite his growing desire to mate he continued, keeping his mind as clear as he could as to not disturb that delightful moment. Nick was in heaven, impressed by the dragon’s skilled tongue and paws, managing to turn him into a moaning mess and make his dick leak copious amounts of pre without having touched it once. It was a side of Lyam he was very much pleased to have discovered, taken by the surprise by the fact the dragon hadn’t given into his wild instincts in spite of the lust he saw blazing into his glowing amber eyes. And judging by the hard cock he felt press and grind slowly against his leg the dragon was insanely excited, yet took the time to get him in the mood, while also greatly enjoying it it appeared. At last however, Lyam reached Nick’s belt, taking the opportunity to pause and look up at his mate. “How… how are you feeling…?” he let out, panting raggedly. “I’m feeling wonderful…” cooed Nick, “I didn’t know you could be that loving and gentle.” He complimented. “Thanks…. I’m also surprising myself… but I’m really enjoying this too.” Purred Lyam as his gaze drifted back down to his mate’s tented and wet pants, “but I think it is time that we get to the main course.” He added a devious smirk curling his lips as he buried his snout into Nick’s crotch, taking deep inhales in the human’s musky scent, letting the pungent smell invade his nostrils, causing his whole frame to shake in need as his tongue dashed out, eagerly lapping at the nice bulge, adding to the mess soaking Nick’s clothes. Although he was enjoying it greatly, struggling to fight the desire to buck his hips into Lyam’s snout, Nick wasn’t quite pleased with where this was heading. “Oh no, I don’t think so” growled Nick, shoving the dragon’s snout away, forcing Lyam to back off and, before the horny drake could get a chance to close the gap he was stopped dead in his tracks by one of Nick’s feet firmly pressed against his snout. “What was that for?” wined Lyam confused, trying to get past the unexpected obstacle to his prize. “You can’t just stop right in the middle and go straight for the goods,” replied Nick. “Oh… I guess… that makes sense…” mumbled Lyam, seemingly struggling to process this information in this lust-addled state, his eyes, switching back and forth between Nick’s soaked pants and his foot keeping him at bay. He stood there for a moment, pondering his options; he could have, without the shadow of a doubt, forcibly pinned Nick down and taken what he wanted but he knew better than to force his mate’s hand, or alternatively he could comply and see where it led him. To be honest this prospect tickled his curiosity in just the right way, despite a part of his body screaming, wanting Nick’s cock; But he was still faced with somewhat of a dilemma, what could he do more to pleasure him if he was denied access to by far the most sensitive and needy part of him. That’s when his eyes drifted back down to the foot still resting on his snout. He was a bit reluctant at first, but after all it couldn’t hurt to try. Nick gasped, freezing in surprise when Lyam’s maw parted slightly, his tongue slowly coming out and giving an unsure but firm lick to the human’s bare foot. Jolts of an unexpected pleasure surged from his sensitive extremity, coursing through him, causing him to shake and shiver uncontrollably, a low moan slipping out of his mouth as he fell backward. “Not quite what I was expecting, but it’s nice too.” He mumbled, watching as the long snaky tongue dragged along his foot. “Gotta be careful with what you wish for…” purred Lyam softly, slowly taking back control, wrapping a paw around Nick’s legs, nuzzling and rubbing his snout lovingly against his mate’s feet, resuming his treatment where he had stopped, enjoying it more than he had anticipated. Nick couldn’t help but giggle and moan from the dragon’s skilled tongue slithering along his sensitive skin, making its way between his toes, tickling and pleasuring him at the same time. Lyam continued, exploring further, trying and discovering whole new ways to please and tease his mate, making full use of his paws and tongue, massaging, licking and even suckling on Nick’s foot, making the human beneath him squirm and groan in delight, his hands clutching the bedsheets. Finally, after long blissful minutes of this ministration Lyam let go, crawling up along Nick’s body, letting his snout and paws caress along Nick’s shivering frame until their were face to face again, their bodies perfectly aligned, Lyam’s member brushing against Nick’s pants, his pre-drenched turgid shaft sliding back and forth against the human bulge. “Had enough?” giggled Lyam, planting a soft kiss on his mate’s lips. “You’re such a tease…” murmured Nick, happily giving into the affectionate kiss, patting the dragon’s snout in return. “That’s why you love me” let out Lyam with a satisfied grin, breaking the kiss for a mere second before diving back in Nick’s mouth, embracing him with all the love and passion he had. “Can’t deny that felt amazing.” Admitted Nick, holding tightly onto the scaly hide of the black and gold dragon, letting the delight of the moment submerge him, “I didn’t know you could be that good with that tongue of yours”. “It’s one of my many hidden talents” chuckled Lyam proudly, “I may love to have sex, even more with you, but I by far prefer to spend time with you and make you happy” “Oh hush you smooth talker, I know what you truly want.” Retorted Nick, gently and playfully pushing Lyam’s snout away. “Make me,” dared the dragon, plunging his gaze into Nick’s eyes, awaiting the human’s response. On his end Nick only stared intensely into the two glimmering amber eyes, seeing the burning desire and malice inside them, as well as a sliver of lust. A wide, cocky grin curled Lyam’s lips, illuminating his face, taunting him, daring him to take actions. Nick didn’t have to be told twice, reaching forward while pulling the dragon close to him, their lips joining for another passionate kiss, their heads instinctively tilting to one side, their jaws locking as their tongues intertwined, dancing and poking around in Nick’s mouth and Lyam’s maw, low groans and purrs vibrating through their respective throats. Their eyes slowly closed, saliva oozing out of their joined lips as Lyam’s front paws delicately wrapped around Nick’s back, pressing the human close to him, enveloping him in the warmth of his chest and love, keeping him in a tight hug which had the unexpected side-effect to make Lyam lose his balance and roll on his back, bringing Nick with him, putting the human on top of him but neither of them seemed to notice or care, too lost in the moment. Their body were now pressing together, rocking back and forth sensually, sending pleasant tingles of pleasure coursing through them as scales and skin met in the most intimate and loving way. “I could do this all day…” groaned Lyam, breaking the kiss after a time that felt infinite to the two lovers. “Me too…” panted Nick in return, holding and cuddling the large draconic snout. “Now… what do you say we… take care of removing these pesky clothes?” suggested Lyam, his paws already trailing down Nick’s back, “but properly this time” he added with a low, tantalizing purr right as he rolled over again, finding himself standing on top of the human once more, Nick willingly letting the dragon have his way with him. With the same agonizingly slow pace as before his clawed paws descended along Nick’s sides, tracing along the curves of his muscles until they bumped against Nick’s pants. This time the human didn’t argue, instead watching as the dragon while he began unfastening his belt, gaining access to his pants. From his point of view it was quite entertaining to watch, the dragon having some trouble unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, snarling and growling in frustration as his claws fought to get a good grip on the elusive and reluctant piece of clothing. Luckily he managed to get rid of it after a short but intense struggle, slowly pulling his pants down to his ankles before removing them completely, grabbing them between his jaws and tossing them to the other side of the room with an annoyed snarl. “Having troubles down there big guy?” chuckled Nick, now only wearing his tented and damp boxers that did little to hide his own prominent erection. “I really don’t understand why you guys bother with all those layers of clothes, it would be much better if you got rid of it all…” grumbled Lyam, his eyes falling on the last piece of clothes standing between him and the object of all his desires, his face wearing a look of despair and utter frustration. “We’re not all big show offs like you,” replied Nick, waiting for Lyam to take the next and final step. “That’s sad…” sighed the drake, feigning disappointment as his claws snuck under the elastic waistband of Nick’s underwear, slowly pulling them down, freeing his member from the confines of its tight prison, the hard manhood springing out of hiding, the tip wet with precum as it pulsed excitedly. Yet, despite his burning desire blazing in his eyes as he laid eyes upon the human member Lyam continued pulling the underwear down Nick’s legs until they were fully removed, taking the opportunity to give his feet a sneaky lick as he tossed the damp cloth away. Finally he looked up again, savoring the moment as he observed his fully naked mate displayed before him, letting his eyes wander around his body, along his muscular chest and belly, down toward what had him drooling the most. Nick’s cock was standing proudly before him, pulsing and twitching slightly, the slick spire of human flesh already hard and needy for him, the tip already slick with pre. Right below stood the human’s balls, nestled comfortably in their sack, looking so heavy and full. Slowly he reached out with his paws, one slithering below his mate’s sack, cupping and cradling his orbs in his palm as the other reached up, a claw caressing the tip of his dick, slowly going down along the shaft, eliciting low coos from his mate. Nick couldn’t be happier, relaxing and leaning back, letting the dragon take control, his body shuddering uncontrollably from the soft and sensual cateresses on his maleness. Lyam’s paw wrapped around his lover’s shaft, feeling it throb eagerly in his grasp as he began stroking, adopting a slow pace, letting pre drip down onto his scales, spreading it down his mate’s cock. Nick suddenly opened his eyes to the sound of the bed squeaking beneath him, the mattress sinking as a heavy weight moved around only to find himself face to face with the large black and golden snout of Lyam standing mere inches away from his face, hot air billowing over his sensitive skin. Before he could say anything however the dragon closed the gap between them, his lips pressing against his own in a deep, passionate kiss, low growls vibrating through the draconic throat while Lyam’s tongue found its way in his mouth, swiftly coiling around his own. Meanwhile, down below he could feel the strong but deliciously soft dragon paw playing with his cock, rubbing and massaging his entire length as it went up and down, causing his muscles to buckle forward, pushing himself deep inside the dragon’s grasp. A heavy scent filled the air, a combination of their respective arousal mingling in the heavy, lust-filled atmosphere of the room, filling their noses with a delightfully appealing aroma, urging the two of them to carry on and give into their shared desire for the other. Their kiss deepened as did their moans, heads tilted to the side as the dragon’s much larger and longer appendage filled Nick’s mouth, the reptilian tongue dancing around in his oral cavity, their spit mixing and oozing out the corners of their joined maws. While, much lower, Lyam had begun speeding up, happily masturbating his mate at a steady pace, sensing how his throbs grew more powerful, pre squirting out and streaming down the now slickened shaft. By that time Lyam’s cock had already spilled out of his slit, the red spire jutting from between his hindlegs, at full mast and ready for action, pre collecting and falling down on Nick’s leg, the large draconic member radiating both it’s intense heat and heady musk as it demanded attention. Yet, remarkably, even with his maleness fully exposed Lyam hadn’t touched himself nor made any attempt to have Nick pleasure him, sticking to his plan as he continued to caress and massage his maleness. Nick however had other plans of his own, he was greatly enjoying the treatment he was given but felt somewhat bad for being the only one getting pleasure out of it even though Lyam seemed to appreciate giving him that pleasure. But, what could he do? In his position beside fondling the dragon’s sides and neck with his hands there wasn’t much else he could do, unless…. An idea crossed his mind, a thought so unexpected, so surprising it had him confused for a while as Lyam continued to stroke his needy shaft, sending jolts of pleasure in his whole body. Was it because of the need slowly taking a hold of him, or was it somehow Lyam rubbing off on him but that very lustful idea sounded arousing, a very nice and exciting way to reward the well behaving dragon that was pleasuring him. Squirming a bit he managed to get in a better position, causing Lyam to crack a questioning eye open but not breaking the intense contact of their kiss as, using the only part of his body he could in that position, reached up for the dragon’s untouched shaft. Immediately he could sense Lyam tensing, freezing, eyes bursting wide open as his paw halted on his shaft. His gaze darted back, trying to see what was going on, low gasps and moans spilling directly into Nick’s mouth as the dragon stared at him with a puzzled expression. “You… you didn’t have to…” moaned Lyam, reluctantly breaking the kiss, panting for breath as he gazed below his belly, craning his neck down to get a better view. “I know… but I thought it was a great way to show you how much I like what you are doing now but I can stop if you want.” Replied Nick in a soft, enticing tone. “No, please continue… I really like that…” cooed Lyam, giving his human mate a long, loving lick on the cheek. Down below, where no one could see, Nick had found another way to pleasure his mate as Lyam’s paw resumed its work on his member. Using his feet that were still a bit wet from the dragon’s earlier ministration he had managed to grab a hold of the dragon’s pulsing shaft, rubbing and massaging the sensitive length as best as he could. At first the contact was a bit odd, unusual, the searing heat radiating from his member, the warm wetness of the salty pre spurting and coating his sensitive skin made him shudder in unexpected bliss, but it quickly proved highly pleasurable for the both of them. Lyam cooed deeply in his ear, letting his tongue slip out of his maw, caressing his cheek affectionately while he rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his ridged length against Nick’s feet. Even though they weren’t as agile or skillful as his hands he still managed to pleasure the dragon. At first he tried teasing the tip with one foot while the other slid along the sensitive shaft, stroking it at a slow pace, then he used both his feet to masturbate the dragon, sliding up and down the throbbing rod. Finally he would stop, holding still, offering the dragon a nice place to thrust as much as he wanted which he seemed very keen on doing, humping the tight passage and smothering it with his warm pre, causing Nick to shake and quiver as the ridges massaged his soles. Whatever he did Lyam enjoyed it greatly, groaning and moaning loudly in time with him, showing him his gratitude by stroking and squeezing his dick harder, faster, fondling and massaging his balls to add to his pleasure. The two were floating in their ocean of pleasure, the pressure welling up inside their loins, pre dribbling at a near constant rate from their respective cocks, the scent of their arousal becoming so potent it clouded their heads, pleasure shooting in their veins with each throb of their cocks, fueling the raging fire of their boiling lust. The two were getting quite close, adoring the other’s ministration, wanting to cum so badly, pleasuring the other with renewed vigor so they would climax at the same time. The pressure building inside them became hard to bear, the two tipping over the edge, crying out loud in the purest pleasure as their lips met for yet another passionate kiss. Nick was the first to give in, moaning from the top of his lungs, allowing Lyam’s tongue to dive straight into his mouth as his cock jumped in the dragon’s grasp, cum spurting out in quick gushes, splattering on his crotch and belly, Lyam continuing to stroke and squeeze his stiff member, coaxing every drip of seed out of him. In the meantime, Nick tightened his grip around Lyam’s own rapidly throbbing shaft, squeezing and pawing away at the thick draconic cock, caressing the entire length with his soles, pressing the swollen knot like a juicy fruit, feeling him on the verge of, ready to cum, he just needed a bit more. Suddenly the dragon’s hips bucked forward, smashing his cock in between Nick’s feet, shaken by powerful tremors of pure lust as it swelled quickly, seed erupting from the tip in thick white jets that painted white lines across Nick’s belly, adding to the mess already coating his skin. Lyam continued thrusting even as he came, grinding his overstimulated ridged length against the human soles, soaking them in his sticky essence, bathing them in his musk and warmth. The dragon let out low growls of orgasmic delight as he deepened the kiss even more, almost pushing Nick into the bed as he did so, his lust-addled gaze planted into the human’s own, showing a burning, blazing fire of love and desire as his cum kept pouring out, soaking the human in its searing warmth until the torrent of seed turned into a weak dribble. The couple stood there, basking in their afterglow, both shaking and feeling weak, but knowing full well that it was only the start, none of them planning on stopping now. “That was intense…” moaned Nick as the kiss was finally broken, the two looking at each other with panting breathes, string of saliva still linking them. “Thanks to you.” Replied Lyam as he let go of his mate’s cock, giving his face a warm, affectionate lick, “I didn’t know you could do that with… your feet… that was amazing!” added the dragon with a low coo. “I’m glad you liked it.” Whispered Nick, giving the dragon’s neck a loving caress. “I love every part of you, every second spent with you and I wouldn’t trade it even for all the gold of the universe.” “Oh, hush you flatterer.” Giggled Nick, kissing the dragon’s snout. “I mean it, from the bottom of my heart and if you don’t believe me, I am more than willing to continue proving it to you.” Cooed the dragon in reply, nuzzling him affectionately. Nick tensed, uncontrollably even though he expected these words, a part of him worrying when he caught a glimpse of malice in Lyam’s eye but this time he wasn’t afraid, wondering what devious plot the dragon had come up with, in fact he was awaiting for it, eager to see what his mate had in mind, his mind and body craving for more, his cock already hardening again in anticipation. “You never stop being horny do you?” he chuckled in amusement, not mocking or provoking the dragon. “With you around me, never.” Snorted Lyam in response, “And judging by how good that first round was I can’t wait to continue.” “Cause there is a second round?” questioned Nick, feigning innocence, pretty poorly judging by the wide grin that spread on the dragon’s lips. “As if you didn’t know. This was just the appetizer, now it is time to move on to the main course.” Rumbled the dragon, his eyes glinting deviously, “I said I would show you how much I loved you and I intent to keep that promise.” At his words he gave Nick’s lips a gentle lick before his snout went down again, sniffing, rubbing at the soft human skin, his agile tongue swiftly and lovingly licking at his neck and chest and along the way down, eliciting low groans and causing Nick to shiver under the dragon’s touch. As he neared his belly Lyam scooped up some of their spilled essence, shuddering and growling hungrily as the flavor hit his tongue, filling his mouth with the taste of their combined seeds. Even now he still couldn’t get enough of his mate’s cum, the taste still so appealing, so alluring, exciting his senses in all the right ways, awaking that crave for more. He continued to lick, cleaning some of the mess they had made, feasting on the cum while it was still warm while his paws went down along Nick’s side, fondling the sensitive skin beneath them. Nick trembled, hands clutching the bedsheets he was lying on, keeping an eye on the dragon as he made his way lower and lower, dragging his tongue across his belly, triggering little sparkles and tingles of pleasure in its wake. Seconds ticked by with the dragon inching closer to his prize, taking his time and not rushing even now that he was close enough for the scent to fill his nostrils and his brain, enveloping his thoughts in a haze of desire. At last his snout was face to face with his mate’s throbbing member, gazing upon the hard shaft, a clear drop of pre collecting at the tip, ready to fall at any moment. He held there for a second or two, taking a deep inhale in the thick musk permeating the air then pressed his lips against the base of his shaft, right at the junction with his taut sack, forcing a surprised gasp out of Nick’s mouth. Not wasting a single second Lyam got to work, his tongue dashing out of his parted maw and crawling along his mate’s sack, wrapping around the sensitive pouch, cupping his two slightly lightened orbs in a caring embrace. His lips wrapped around the plump spheres, planting small, furtive kisses all over them, his tongue slathering the sensitive balls in his warm saliva, pulling the human’s balls into his warm, welcoming maw for the dragon to suckle on them. Nick was in heaven, falling back onto the bed, trembling and moaning, overwhelmed by the dragon’s affection, letting himself be carried away by the stream of pleasure coursing through him. He closed his eyes, listening to Lyam’s lewd suckling and licking, feeling the heat from his maw as his tongue crawled under his sack, the pointy tip poking at his skin as it ventured further. His eyes burst open, his mouth opening on a silent gasp of shock as something wet and slippery ventured under him, slithering its way between his cheeks. He immediately knew what it was, glancing down to be met with the dragon’s devious and lustful gaze as his skilled appendage brushed over a part of him that had remained untouched to this day. Even after all their heated and passionate sessions together Lyam had never dared to explore this part of his anatomy, always stirring clear of it as if he was afraid, but not this time around. Now his tongue was poking and fondling his puckered entrance, covering it with his saliva, circling around it while not daring to get too close, as if still afraid. Nick was just as anxious, questions swirling in his brain despite the lust that slowly drowned all coherent thoughts. Was it what Lyam meant when he said he would show him how much he loved him? Was he about to make love to him? Was he about to get bred by that massive draconic spire jutting proudly between Lyam’s legs? The thought was as scary as it was exciting, turning him on more than he would dare to admit, his hole clenching and quivering in a strange mix of fear and arousal, both refusing and wanting to feel that ridged length nestled deep inside him. He had no time to wonder and question the horny dragon’s intention as his tongue quickly withdrew, leaving his hole wet and mostly untouched, going back to his balls to play with them some more, quickly flushing his interrogations away. The dragon finally let go of his oversensitive sack, his tongue trailing up again, sending chills of excitement beneath his skin, jolts of pleasure coursing through him, spreading out in the wake of that tickling tongue. He observed through the haze of his lust-filled eyes as the dragon’s agile tongue climbed along his length, tracing along the underside of his shaft at an agonizingly slow pace until it reached the very tip. The moment where his tongue and his tip made contact pleasure bloomed inside him, the agile appendage suddenly turning wild as it lapped eagerly at his cock, wiping away the tasty pre that oozed out. Low growls filled the silence as Lyam ravenously guzzled down all of that sweet liquid, never getting enough of it, always craving for more of this alluring flavor, nostrils flared to take in as much of the heady musk floating in the air around them. His tongue slowly extended to its fullest out of his maw, the tip caressing the now saliva covered head of Nick’s shaft before going down, wrapping around the pulsing shaft, enveloping in the tight embrace of his coils, giving it gentle squeeze, causing more pre to squirt out and stream down onto the hungry appendage. His jaws parted open exposing rows of glistening fangs, thick drool collecting at the corner of his mouth as he brought the cock closer, using his tongue to guide it in his maw, happily letting the pre hit his snout and pool in his open maw. Nick groaned in pleasure as the scaly draconic lips enclosed around his tip, suckling eagerly as that tongue squeezed and stroked his shaft, causing him to arch his back and buck his hips in the tight, makeshift hole the dragon had formed for him, leaking pre everywhere in the dragon’s burning hot mouth. He cracked an eye open, finding himself gazing straight in the intensely shimmering amber gems of the dragon’s eyes looking up at him, holding perfectly still, as if waiting, expecting something. Nick gave his mate a warm, grateful smile and an approving nod, giving the dragon the go ahead. Lyam didn’t have to be told twice, instantly suckling at the cock in his mouth, his lips tightening their seal around Nick’s girth, the tongue massaging his length as the dragon took another inch inside the hot confines of his maw. Inch after inch he swallowed Nick’s member, his tongue letting go of the throbbing maleness, only grazing the underside, cradling it as it was welcome in the dragon’s steamy maw. Nick was moaning from the top of his lungs, feeling the dragon’s dexterous maw and tongue stimulate him in the best way possible, watching while his member disappeared, swallowed into the sloppy maw to the point where Lyam’s snout ended up buried in his crotch, his low throaty growls and hums vibrating, resonating through his own body. The dragon, knowing how much the human was enjoying it began bobbing his snout up and down the shaft, puling out until only the tip remained nestled upon his tongue before slamming his face down all the way to the base, shoving himself a bit roughly against the human lap, taking deep breathes in his musk, letting it overwhelm his senses. Pre gushed in quick spurts upon his tongue, providing him that salty flavor he loved so much, swallowing it with pleasure as his tongue rubbed the underside of Nick’s dick coaxing more of that delicious treat outside as he sped up the pace, going up and down the shaft with renewed speed and vigor. The sounds of his mate’s moans and groans of bliss filled his ears, intertwining with his own growls and wet suckling noises, forming the most pleasant of melodies that accompanied their heated session, carrying him away to a land of utter bliss where nothing else mattered. Nick on his end was in bliss, his senses overpowered by the delight this skilled and mischievous maw brought him, mesmerized by the rhythmic movement of Lyam’s snout while it bobbed up and down his shaft, his strong clawed paws pinning him down, holding him in place, making it clear who was in control this time. Yet, despite the pleasure clouding his brain he couldn’t help but notice Lyam’s juicy, glistening cock bouncing in time with his motions, so hard, so appealing, aching to be touched and pleasured, beads of precum falling from the tip, pooling on the bed below. He still felt a little bad for being the only pleasured though Lyam seemed really happy about it, trying to find ways he could repay or at least show his gratitude to him, his lust-addled state proving to be a great help in that matter, filling his head with an endless supply of arousing thoughts. A memory came back to him, from their very first night in this room, unexpected, surprising but very pleasant, showing Lyam riding him, bouncing on his lap as he impaled himself upon his shaft. Something he had said back them came back to him, echoing in his head until it had pushed aside all other thoughts, he knew what he had to do, as uncomfortable as it may make him. “Hey Lyam?” he moaned rather than he called, trembling from head to toe, waves of bliss washing over him as the dragon pleasured his sensitive cock. Lyam froze in mid-action, half of the dick stuffed in his maw, the length drenched in his own slimy spit, his hazy eyes glancing up at Nick, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “I just thought about something.” Let out Nick, immediately catching the interest of the dragon that all along kept sucking on his cock, “Remember what you said the first time we did it here?” enquired Nick, loving the puzzled expression plastered on the dragon’s face. Lyam frowned, unsure, digging and rummaging through his memories, his eyes going unfocused, wandering away. His eyes suddenly burst open as he looked straight at Nick again as a light reddish hue crept over his cheeks. “You remember do you?” Lyam only warbled approvingly, not wanting to let go of his cock, giving gentle suckles and licks as he slowly nodded, still unsure. “Well, how about I take care of that?” he offered, “You’re gonna need some lube there if you want to have more fun. So what do you say?” he continued, a wide toothy grin spreading across his lips, feeling just as devious and naughty as his dragon mate, noticing how interested his mate appeared, his cock throbbing with renewed desire. Lyam let out a muffed squeak, staring in shock with quizzically risen eyebrows, scrutinizing him as if to see if he was serious, Nick sustaining the intense look. A low growl filled a silence, a devious and delighted smirk curled the dragon’s lips, his rump wiggled excitedly, his tail lifting up and wagging happily as the dragon let go of him except for his dick, waddling around until he had done a half-circle, his forepaws clutching Nick’s waists, his hindpaws resting next to his shoulder. Nick gazed up, met with the very appealing and slightly scary slight of Lyam’s hindquarters towering over his head, the dragon shamelessly exposing himself to him. Nick let his eyes wander around his mate’s alluring body, his parted slit giving way to his thick, ridged cock glistening and oozing with pre, mesmerizingly bobbing before him, standing right above his large, heavy nuts resting in their scaly pouch. However, what had all his attention wasn’t any of these juicy goods, his eyes were homed on the small, puckered hole tucked away in between his black cheeks, below his thick tail, standing out in the golden of his underbelly. He reached out with his hands though the dragon had other plans in mind. A high-pitched yelp left his parted mouth as Lyam’s rump rapidly fell upon him, smashing into his face, pinning him against the bed as Lyam, for the first time let go of his cock, licking his lips eagerly as he curled his neck around to look at him. “That’s a really kind offer Nick.” Purred the lustful lizard, “However I’m still the one in charge this time so don’t get any ideas. Just… relax and… enjoy.” He added, grabbing the cock in his ravenous maw again, resuming his suckling at a faster pace. Nick moaned, his sounds muffled by the dragon’s heavy rear, his entire face pressed against the dragon’s tailhole, each breath flooding his senses with the intoxicating thick, mind-numbing fragrance. He couldn’t look anywhere but straight forward, right at the dragon’s clenching and quivering pucker, awaiting, demanding his attention. His hands had already wrapped around Lyam’s rear, clutching his haunches but he found himself paralyzed, unable to move. In spite of the pleasure rushing through his veins, pouring straight in his already foggy brain he couldn’t bring himself to do it, his stomach violently twisting in disgust. He had already done that kind of things more than once with other men but never with a feral creature, not even mentioning a clone, his mind screaming at him that it was absolutely repulsing, that it was where all of Lyam’s wastes came out and as such was probably unclean. However, the instant he thought about it dozens of pictures of himself fucking that exact same hole rushed to him, reminding him of how good it felt and how clean it was. Moreover, he remembered all the stuff Lyam had done there himself, using his claws, tongue and tail to pleasure himself. Furthermore he recalled a time where he had spotted Lyam cleaning himself there quite thoroughly, thus this place must have been as clean as it could be. With a deep breath, without thinking about it he launched himself forward, gripping Lyam’s hips as he slammed himself against the dragon’s hole, eliciting a surprised squeak from the horny lizard. Immediately Lyam bobbed his head up and down his shaft with renewed vigor, using his tongue to massage and stroke his shaft, drawing more pleasure and pre than ever, encouraging him to continue. Moaning he pressed his lips to the puckered entrance, kissing it deeply, letting the powerful smell waffle at his nose. His tongue darted out, lapping at the clenched hole, feeling it quiver and tense under his touch. The taste was strong, overpowering but much better than he had anticipated, making him want more despite himself. Above him Lyam was groaning in satisfaction his growls reverberating in his own shaft as his tongue tightened around it, the dragon pressing and grinding his rear more insistently against his face. Nick was happy to comply, gripping Lyam’s rump more firmly, holding it in place as he ground himself into it, kissing and licking the sensitive hole, eliciting low moans from his mate, the dragon bobbing his head up and down faster, harder, burring his snout in his crotch in return. Pleasure flowed through him like a raging torrent washing away all inhibitions and doubts, leaving nothing but raw, untamed desire behind. Each throb, each lick, each motion sent shocks of bliss, like electricity, running through him, forcing more pre to squirt out of his cock straight into the searing heat of this hungry maw where it was promptly guzzled down. On his end he was doing everything in his power to pleasure the dragon, lapping away at the tight entrance, watching as it began loosening, giving way under each ruthless assault of his tongue, now coated in a thick layer of saliva. His hands spread his cheeks apart, prying the hole open, exposing the muscular passage hidden behind. He continued circling the hole for a while, getting a tiny bit closer with each rotation, listening to the low elated coos of the dragon as he did until his tongue slipped inside. A surprised gasp spilled from his parted mouth, a grimace of pain twisted his traits as he found himself unable to pull back, the strong muscles clenching down around his intruding appendage, squeezing in a vice-like grip while above him the dragon welcomed the invading tongue with a loud moan. Within a few seconds the tailhole began adjusting to him, allowing him some room to work wiggling his tongue in deeper and grazing the strong, muscular walls, leaving wet trails behind. Every caress of his tongue caused the hole to clench hard around him, elated moans spilling from the draconic maw, his mate suckling him harder in return, draining more and more pre out of him, soaking his entire length in his warm and slimy saliva, his paws letting go of his sides to instead focus on his balls, cupping the taut sack in their scaly palms. Inch after inch his tongue sank deeper in Lyam’s clamping tunnel, flooding his moth with the strong, spicy flavor of the dragon’s inside, making him crave for even more as hie licked and kissed the hole passionately. For once he felt like Lyam, hungry, needy, an unquenchable crave awaking deep inside him, yearning for that amazing dragon, wanting him all. His own hands let go of the dragon’s rump, not needing to hold it anymore, though Lyam used the opportunity to grind himself harder against him. Instead his fingers traced down the dragon’s haunches, following the slick black scales until they slipped under his belly, caressing the golden scales sensually on their way down, heading straight for a certain source of heat and wetness. As his hands wrapped around Lyam’s throbbing rod his hole clenched harder around his tongue, the dragon letting out low approving growls. His cock was already stiff, ridges flared, knot fully engorged, the shaft feeling somewhat bloated, indicating how close the dragon was to another powerful orgasm. Knowing this he stroked rapidly, using all the pre that leaked out as natural lube to make it easier to rub while he continued to lick and thrust his tongue as deep as he could reach in the dragon’s tailhole. Lyam’s moans were like music to his ears as he prepared his anal cavity for what would come next, saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth as he ravenously lapped. All along the dragon had been rapidly bobbing his head up and down the thick human shaft, slathering it in saliva, his tongue playing with the foreskin as it collected all that sweet, tasty pre, feeling every throb, every twitch of the stiff length stuck in-between his lips as he delighted himself with his mate’s muffed moans and affection, feeling that sweet tongue squirm deep inside his rear, sending jolts of a new, undiscovered pleasure straight to his fuzzy brain. The contact of Nick’s hands on his aching shaft was an unexpected but welcome affection, making him want more and more, wanting to bring the man to his peak. The pressure rapidly grew inside their loins, their lust skyrocketing as each of them did everything they could to make the other cum, tongues making use of all the tricks at their disposal to coax the other’s seed out. Pleasure bloomed in their veins as they neared their peak, getting closer to the edge with each stroke, each lick each caress, Lyam tasting the first drops of seed in Nick’s pre, telling him how close he was. Nick was doing whatever he could to hold back, not wanting to be the first to finish but the bliss this maw was providing was just too much, he couldn’t resist much longer…. With a loud, but stifled cry of pleasure he reached his peak, gripping tightly onto the dragon’s cock as his own jumped violently, his balls throbbing as seed surged through his stiff pole. Thick seed gushed in Lyam’s mouth, spurting with such force it hit the roof of his maw, some making it as far as the back of his throat. Lyam growled happily, closing his eyes, savoring the gooey treat he was fed with, squeezing and licking all over Nick’s cock as it spewed it’s load everywhere in his mouth. Nick on his side was on cloud nine, floating in ocean of orgasmic ecstasy, moaning and crying with his tongue still buried deep in his mate’s rear, his hands still holding onto that juicy cock of his. Despite being overwhelmed by his powerful climax he didn’t want to be the only one enjoying himself thus he did all he could to pleasure the dragon, thrusting, licking deep in his tight passage while his hands rapidly wet over his thick throbbing meat. However, Lyam had other plans in mind as he suddenly pulled out, letting the last spurts of seed splash onto his snout, his rump and cock wiggling away out of reach, glistening with pre and saliva, his hole gaping on emptiness, dripping with Nick’s spit. “Oh no handsome, you’re not gonna milk me dry before we get to the real fun, you were just supposed to lube me up.” Chuckled the devious dragon, waving his alluring rump before him, “Though I’ll give you that, you did a great job.” He complimented in a low, elated coo, clenching his hole tight, forcing some of the spit to ooze out, “I should have asked you to do that much sooner.” Nick smirked, proud to have pleased his mate. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought, should have done that to you sooner.” He replied. “Hey what do you think, I’m clean down there, well… except for some of your cum but I don’t mind.” Retorted the naughty drake with a smirk, “Now, how about we get to it, unless you’re already spent.” He taunted, showing off his still hard cock and full balls, pre drizzling from his turgid shaft, forming a hot pool on his belly. Nick only grinned in return, his own member hardening again, throbbing back to full length in a matter of seconds, the strong, overpowering musk combined with the gorgeous sight of Lyam’s rump just waiting to be used and that fat cock bouncing around succeeding in making him hornier than every as always. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Purred the dragon, his amber eyes glinting with arousal as he laid eyes on Nick’s prominent boner. Without further ado the dragon got back into position, giving Nick’s cheek a teasing caress with his tail along the way. Nick leaned back and observed quietly, holding back the flow of desire that surged through him. Even though he had already experienced two powerful orgasm that had left him a bit exhausted he was still ready and eager for more. It was like Lyam had a way to keep him in a constant state of horniness like his own, or perhaps he knew which buttons to press to stir this very part of him. The dragon found himself on top of him again, looking at him from above with a dominant expression as he lowered himself, settling in somewhat of a sitting position. A shudder of anticipation ran down his spine as Nick’s saliva-drenched tip grazed his equally soaked and slightly gaping tailhole, almost unintentionally slipping in. He couldn’t help but marvel at the wonders that human tongue dead in his rear, lubing and loosening him just enough for their fun while his own had ensured this thick shaft would be so slick it would slide right in. Not wasting any more time he pushed down just a little, moaning as the tip found it’s mark, forcing his muscular rim open while, as expected it slid in with ease. Pleasure jolted in his entire frame, causing him to tremble violently, low groans bursting from his parted maw, as his hole clenched down with all its might on Nick’s tip. His mate moaned in bliss, arching his back, sinking another inch inside him, causing him to cry out in pure bliss. Only now did he realize how close he was to his own climax, his member throbbing and twitching rapidly, pressure building up at tremendous speed in his heavy loins, his balls ready to churn out another batch of seed. He halted, tried to stay calm and appease the raging fire burning inside him, not wanting to cum yet, although his body begged to differ. He waited until his boiling lust had sufficiently subsided, however, the instant he tried taking another inch of Nick’s cock in his hungry hole his lust skyrocketed, pleasure surging through him, rushing to his cock along with thick cum. Nick observed his mate with a confused look, feeling how tight his hole WAS, how hard it clamped around him which was unusual so early in their session, noticing when Lyam stopped with barely half of his cock buried inside him, his traits tense, his face contorted, as if he was having a problem. “You’re ok there?” he enquired worryingly. “Think I should… have…. Let you finish… me… oh gosh… by the stars… I’m cumming!!!” grunted the dragon, his words turning into a mighty roar that shook every fiber of his being. Lyam slammed hard down onto him, smashing his rear against the human’s lap, stuffing himself full of dick. His powerful muscles rhythmically clamped down around his shaft, like a snake constricting his prey, his cock jumping wildly as it erupted with thick pearlescent essence. A searing heat landed his belly, blanketing his skin in the warmth and smell of sticky dragon cum as more and more gushed out, splashing all over his belly, chest and neck, some going as far as his head, leaving white lines across his whole body. He opened his mouth, collecting some of this tasty seed, enjoying its flavor as the dragon kept on cumming, squeezing his shaft with his powerful anal muscles. Finally, his orgasm faded away, leaving Lyam shaking and panting, half-lidded eyes glazed with lust, his limbs seeming wobbly, struggling to hold him. “S-s-sorry…” he let out, looking at the mess he had made. “It’s fine, I don’t mind.” Chuckled Nick in return, caressing the scaly snout, “Though I hope you’re not too drained, I’m still very horny thanks to you.” “Don’t worry about that, it takes more than that to milk me dry, though you’re pretty good at that.” Retorted Lyam, nuzzling his mate’s face affectionately. Barely had he finished cumming that he pulled out, slowly, tantalizingly slowly, inch after inch, clenching hard around the human shaft until only the tip remained lodged within his passage. He held like this for a few seconds then slammed hard back down, engulfing the entire thing in his needy tunnel, grinding his rear against Nick’s crotch, causing the man to shout out in pleasure. After another time to adjust to the maleness nestled deep inside him he repeated the cycle, over and over again, finding his pace, going slow and steady as he rode his mate. Each time he rose along his length he would gyrate and wiggle his hips, massaging his sensitive shaft from every angle at once and when he pushed himself against the human member he would clench down hard around him as his rump ground against his crotch, drawing out loud moans and groans from his lover as his pre shot dee in his muscular folds. Nick loved every instant, surrendering himself fully to the dragon, watching his mate’s rises and falls on his throbbing member, shivering and moaning each time his strong muscles clenched down around him, adoring the sensation of his member sliding smoothly in and out of that velvety, warm yet muscular passage. Lyam, despite having reached a climax just moments ago was as hard as a rock, spewing warm salty pre that only added to the mess coating Nick’s belly but he didn’t mind the slightest, the sight of that crimson red shaft bouncing and leaking before his eyes urging him to reach forward and, get a taste. Lyam began picking up the pace, moaning louder and louder, their combined cries of pleasure intertwining in the moist air of the room, impaling himself on Nick’s pulsing erection faster, harder, taking every single inch with desire and willingness, the thick meat poking at all his sensitive spots, sending shocks of pleasure to his fuzzy brain, jolting his body each time Nick’s cock would brush against that sweet spot of his, causing his pre to squirt out more. He could feel himself fast approaching another orgasm, his loins churning with all that pent-up seed waiting to be released. Nick on his side wasn’t in a much better state, panting and grunting in bliss, already quite close to his own peak after having experienced one of the dragon’s mind-boggling climaxes, his cock throbbing wildly in the tight passage, squirting pre everywhere. He began moving in union with the drake, pulling out when he did, and slamming balls deep into his mate’s eager ass, listening to his delighted cries as he did, his hole undulating around him. The two were growling and panting like animals, wildly and roughly fucking, inching closer and closer to their respective orgasm, basking in the sheer pleasure the other provided them, wanting this instant to last forever. The pressure inside them welled up quickly, their members growing stiff and bloated with cum on the verge of spilling out, their balls throbbing as they prepared to unload their fertile content, their bodies strained by the intense pleasure that coursed in their veins, warming their very flesh in preparation of the impending release. Lyam was quite literally throwing himself down on Nick’s cock, sinking all the way to the base as the human happily pounded away at his loosened rear, stuffing all his length inside his mate’s hungry hole, anticipating that moment where it would be filled with his cream. Lyam was the first to tip over the edge, crying out to the ceiling as he slammed himself one final time on Nick’s pole, squeezing his length in a vice-like grip while his own tensed before unloading a massive gush of thick, musky draconic spunk, spraying all over the human below him, leaving him no time to brace himself as the dragon painted him white with his semen. Moments later Nick let out a cry of his own, inadvertently swallowing some cum in the process as he shoved himself hard against his mate’s puckered entrance, his balls noisily slapping his rear, his dick twitching as it spurted thick, fertile seed deep in his guts, helped greatly by the convulsing passage milking him until the last drop, ravenously swallowing all the seed he could give. They looked at each other, delighted, relived, exhausted and spent, their lust-clouded eyes filled with love and burning passion for one another. Spurt after spurt of cum their orgasm ended, that mind-shattering moment of pure pleasure fading away, leaving them exhausted, tired, trembling but delighted, happy, basking in the afterglow. Lyam leaned forward, Nick doing the same, until their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, low growls and moans vibrating in their throat, their eyes closing as they savored the moment. Suddenly, as Nick cracked an eye open Lyam vanished from sight, toppling to the side with a surprised yelp, forcibly removing him from the half-hard cock still buried in his tailhole, coated in a mix of spit, pre and cum. Puzzled Nick got in a sitting position, discovering the dragon lying next to him in a mess of paws and tail, looking as if his limbs had given out under him, unable to hold him anymore. “Tired, aren’t we?” he giggled, giving his mate an affectionate rub on the snout as the dragon crawled and wiggled around until he got into a comfier position, laying on his back, exposing his golden belly and his own half limp cock resting on his scales, cum oozing out of his gaping hole. “That’s thanks to you.” Yawned the dragon in response, licking the hand affectionately, “you always leave me spent…” he added with a delighted smirk as his penis retreated in his slit. Nick only smiled, resting on his back, sweating and just as tired, his own member quickly shrinking. “So, convinced?” chuckled the exhausted dragon, grinning toothily at his mate after a long, delightful minute of peaceful silence. Nick didn’t answer, instead leaning toward the dragon, reaching out and cupping his large snout in between his palms. Lyam remained quiet, observing his mate with a keen interest, wondering what he was up to. Their lips came closer and closer with each passing second, their shallow breathes washing over each other’s, face, causing them to shudder involuntarily. Their lips made contact, firmly joining together in a long, loving kiss that sent shudders down their spines, the two closing their eyes to savor the moment, abandoning themselves to the all-consuming fire burning inside them. “I take that as a yes.” Giggled Lyam, breaking away to catch his breath, panting and shivering lightly. “Of course silly, how could it be otherwise?” snorted Nick in return, placing a small kiss on the smooth scaly snout. Lyam growled in return, tail wagging tiredly behind him, his golden irises glimmering lovingly. Without a word Nick shifted position, leaning over the dragon, crawling up against that soft, warm belly. Lyam happily allowed it, watching as his mate got on top of him, his paws affectionately caressing the human’s flanks. “Now I think it’s time I show you how much I care for you…” murmured Nick, shaking in delight as the dragon’s front and hindpaws wrapped around him, enveloping him in the dragon’s warm affection, his own hands holding tightly onto the sinuous scaly neck. Their lips found each other again, their mouth and maw tilting to one side, jaws locking together as their tongues darted forth, coiling and intertwining together, pulling them even deeper into the kiss. Nick felt something rest against his rear, sliding in between his cheeks, causing him to tense a little. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know it was Lyam’s tail, the dragon using every part of his anatomy to cuddle him and keep him as close as possible to him, their bodies rubbing and caressing sensually as they kissed with everything they had. Meanwhile their minds drifted away into a blissful land of eternal pleasure and love, everything around them vanishing, fading away, only leaving the two of them floating in a fluffy cloud of happiness and bliss. …………………… Dereck let out a deep, relieved sigh, glued to the other side of his room’s door, ear pressed against the thin panel to hear what was going on in the living room. Fortunately, the two aliens had left for their room, leaving him alone, guarantying he would get some peace and quiet for some time. Satisfied he cautiously pulled away and walked to his bed where he sat, thoughtful, trying to appease the ragged beating of his heart. Unfortunately it proved to be a daunting, almost impossible task, when it wasn’t lust-addled thought and images triggered by the teasing dragon it was his mother’s words that came back to haunt him, leaving him no time to sit back, relax and think. How could he proceed about it? The most obvious way would be to wait for the couple to indulge in some fun and clean the mess behind, but how to know it would be enough? How could he be sure that would suffice? Would he even be able to collect enough for the scientists to analyze? Would the samples even be of a satisfactory quality for analysis? He couldn’t be certain unless he tried, but that had it risks, he could raise suspicion from either of them if they spotted him. The more he thought about the worse that idea became, leaving him faced with only one equally arousing and disturbing possibility: getting personally involved The mere thought of it had his twin semi-hard members throb back to life, dripping pre in his already soaked boxers, the tips rubbing in the wet patch they had left on the front of the strained fabric. His brain immediately went wild, feeding him the most exciting and alluring pictures involving the two aliens, fueling his growing arousal even further. Yet, despite his obvious desire to give into his needs and accept Lyam’s numerous offers a part of him was still uncertain, on edge, suspicious about the dragon’s true motives. Was Lyam sincerely offering him some fun all these times he teased him, or was he just toying with him, teasing and tickling these sensitive spots of him, playing with his pent-up frustration, hoping he would break and make a fool… and probably a huge mess of himself. He couldn’t be sure, having to constantly stay on edge around the dragon. Nick’s behavior and reactions weren’t helping either, the guy, although cautious and suspicious turned out to be rather nice and overall a good company, but the way he reacted toward Lyam confused him. Was he trying to prevent Lyam from playing with his feelings? Or was he trying to stop his mate from cheating on him? He couldn’t tell and that bothered him even more, making him all the more concerned by Lyam’s actions. He sighed deeply, unsure, crippled with doubts and hesitations, not knowing what to do or what to think anymore. His gaze wandered around his room for a while, unfocused, not really seeing anything as he was too deeply lost in his thought, pushing aside the tantalizing images and memories, trying to think about a working course of action. After all, from what he had been told the two aliens would stay at his place for a while, so he had the time to figure something out, either come up with a way to collect the necessary samples, or gather the courage required to get personally involved. His eyes glanced down after trailing along the walls for a while, stopping on each photo, each poster, every little detail without watching them, just hovering over them. A wry smile curled his lips when he discovered the sizeable wet patch soaking his tented pants right where his member were pushing against the thick fabric These two surely knew how to make him horny beyond reason. Sighing deeply he reached down, taking off his vest and shirt, relieved to be out of his tight, uncomfortable uniform, letting his muscular upper body relax, freed from the constricting embrace of the strict military clothing. However he hesitated when it came down to removing his remaining clothes, unsure, wanting to yet fearing he may be called at any moment, thus caught at an embarrassing moment. Nervous he perked his ears one more time, making sure that the apartment was silent, blessing his paper-thin walls for once for their lack of privacy. To his own relief he couldn’t hear a thing coming from the living room, just some muffed noises and squeaking coming from his guests’ room. He took off his shoes and socks, wiggling his feetpaws freely before unbuttoning his trousers, sliding them down along his thighs and legs until they limply fell down, adding to the pile of clothes, leaving him wearing nothing but his underwear. Unsurprisingly they were bulging and messy, soaked with his leaking fluids, impregnated with his own musk, mere pre drenched rags sticking to his crotch. Without hesitation he removed them, glad to finally be out of them, watching his two shafts spring out of their uncomfortable prison, bobbing in the open, clear beads of precum drooling from the tips, the entire lengths glistening with all he had been squirting in his boxers, his sheaths bulging around his swelling knots, ready to slip out at any moment. Grinning down at his twin boners he reached out with a hand, wrapping his sensitive pawpads around the equally sensitive rods, feeling them twitch and throb in his grasp as they were tightly pressed together. Pre oozed from his tips, trickling down his red shafts, coating his fur in his own scent and warmth as his paw began moving on his members, stroking them up and down at a slow pace, shuddering in pleasure with each jolt his caresses provided him. In the background the sounds that came from the other side of the wall became more precise, more distinguishable, resembling moans or growls. His grin widened, knowing perfectly what was going on, continuing to paw off while ignoring what he was hearing. “Lucky boys…” he chuckled to himself with a hint of envy, abandoning himself to the desire he had been pushing away all day long, letting the lust-addled images flood his mind. His paw went faster on his twin shafts, stroking and squeezing them, moaning and panting loudly, letting the bliss overwhelm his senses, pre now streaming down his throbbing rods, drenching his fur in his spilled fluids as his two cocks rubbed against one another, multiplying the pleasure coursing in his veins. However, despite all the teases and temptation he had been subjected to for the past hours and even days he felt like just relying on his imagination alone wouldn’t be enough to get him over the edge, he needed a bit of an extra push. Leaning back, he laid down on the bed, getting in a more comfortable position, his paw still wrapped firmly around his dicks, fondling them slowly, tantalizingly slowly, eliciting jolts of pleasure and low moans from his own touch. With his free paw he reached for his bedside table, grabbing the tablet he had left there and turned it on. He was about to go browse the internet for some relieving material on his favorite website when he froze, something catching his attention. He stared at the screen for some time, observing the blinking icon for a while, the information struggling to make its way from his eyes through his fuzzy brain, finally managing to pierce the thickening haze of his lust. A surge of excitement rushed down his spine, sending electrical shocks in every muscles of his body as he rose back to a sitting position, letting go of his aching cocks, grabbing the tablet with both paws, even though one very sticky and slimy. His hands were shaking with anticipation as he clicked on the icon, watching a new window open before his very eyes. Now, despite the raging desire still clouding his eyes and his thoughts he was able to connect what it was, finally identifying what the blinking symbol meant: a new notification from his surveillance app connected to the cameras and mics he had left everywhere in his guests’ room. For the past three days he had tried everything he could to get those damn things to work, but to no avail. Every time he would sneak in, plant new spy cameras and microphones, only to watch them die not too long after. The strangest part was that every time the equipment worked flawlessly during tests yet whenever they two would enter the room the stuff would just fail all of a sudden. Nevertheless he hadn’t given up, and this time, instead of him setting up the equipment he had called upon a surveillance expert straight from the army. The guy was to sneak into his place while they were gone and install the new and much more sophisticated spy cameras. And, judging by what his tablet was showing him they were working perfectly, having recorded something for the first time. However, the moment the loading screen ended, shifting to another page his breath stopped, his heart missing a beat, his lower jaw dropping on a silent, stifled gasp, his eyes bulging wide in shock. Immediately he regretted having ever opened that app, pleasure shooting in his veins as he watched two dozens or so displays come online, showing him what was happening next door. For the first time he was seeing something different from the usual ‘connection failed’ or ‘critical error’ messages, he was witnessing from a first row seat, from a myriad of tiny metallic eyes what the two were up to. And oh boy was he unprepared. His twin cocks throbbed and twitched wildly, squirting pre with a renewed vigor, stimulated by the sight of what he was watching. There, before his very eyes he saw the two aliens, fully naked, well at least on Nick’s part, enjoying some private and intimate times. Thanks to all the cameras he had a variety of angles at his disposal, allowing him to not miss the slightest detail from what was happening. It was like watching a porn movie, a movie happening right on the other side of his wall. He felt dirty spying on them while they were doing such thing, a part of him cursing him for having turned on the app, screaming to shut it down now and pretend like nothing had ever happened. Yet, despite this side of him urging him to stop staring like a pervert, in spite of common sense and reason clawing at him to snap out of it he couldn’t help it, unable to stop, to peel his eyes away from the screen, his body unresponsive to his brain’s commands, like paralyzed, mesmerized by the arousing show. Pleasure and desire overpowered this part of him, reducing it to silence, leaving only the raw, untamed need to rule over him. His gaze strolled along the two appealing forms, detailing every inch of their anatomy, more precisely of their nether regions, seeing them both fully hard for the first time, with quite a high quality on top of that. The more he gazed upon them, the more he wanted them, salivating madly over the two alien packages, wanting to play with them himself, to touch them, to taste them, to feel them. Both Lyam and Nick were turning him on beyond what he would have expected. Lyam’s thick, juicy, ridged length adorned with that massive knot at the base had him drooling, his tight pucker just aching to be pried open and fucked roughly. Nick on his end, although smaller than the dragon also had him horny, the shapes and curves of his body so unusual to him that he wanted to explore every square centimeter of it, test his body inside and out. Without even realizing it his hand had dove down again, grabbing his twin shaft, smashing them together as it stroked them rapidly while his eyes kept gazing at the screen, not wanting to miss a single second, marveling at the two males that were going at it, oblivious to the fact they were being watched. When he had turned the cams on he had found himself faced with the two males at the beginning of their session apparently, Lyam suckling on Nick’s dick while the human used his feet to pleasure his mate, their pose offering him a great view of Lyam’s backside. Now however they had changed position, in some sort of sixty-nine, Lyam’s snout bobbing up and down the human shaft while his mate’s face was smashed into the draconic butt, licking eagerly at his tight hole. The mere vision of this scene sent him in a lustful frenzy, wanting to join them and enjoy some fun and relief with them yet he remained there, staring from a distance like a pervert. He leaned back on the bed, pawing his twin shaft simultaneously with his paw while he held the tablet before him, panting and growling deeply, tongue lolling out on the side of his maw. Pre streamed down his two pulsing cocks, covering his paw and crotch in his own natural lubricant, his hand rapidly going over his sensitive lengths, smearing them with more and more pre. His whole body was trembling, shaken by powerful tremors of lust, pleasure surging from his members, filling his veins with an all-consuming bliss. He kept watching and pawing, moaning and groaning as the couple carried on, still hating himself for watching them yet unable to do anything else, hypnotized by the lewd display of love and affection, wanting to join them so badly. He imagined himself in their place, almost able to feel his tight, unused tailhole being teased and licked, his cocks touched and suckled by that large maw while his own was full of their dicks. It had been so long since he had felt the touch of another, months, years of held back frustration and need now pouring out as if someone had opened the floodgates of his held-back lust. His mind was drifting away, his imagination fueled by the endless supply of lewd thoughts these two unleashed within him, his paws going faster and faster oh his stiff members, skillfully caressing their sensitive surfaces, sending jolts of irresistible pleasure through his whole body. He could see himself in all kinds of situation with the two aliens, just abandoning himself to the pleasure he felt, whatever the pose and the situation was. Before his eyes the two changed position again, Lyam pulling out of Nick’s cock, unveiling the cum-soaked insides of his maw, letting the rest of Nick’s load paint his face, making Dereck want to cover that same snout with his own essence. That exact thought had him picking up the pace, pawing rapidly, panting and growling like a wild animal as his free paw dropped the tablet next to him in a way he still could see the screen without needing to hold it. Once freed of the cumbersome device his other paw went down, grabbing and fondling his heavy sack, cupping his hefty balls in his palm. He didn’t take his eyes off the screen for a single second, watching as Lyam turned around, lining his saliva-coated hole with the tip of Nick’s equally soaked cock, the tip sliding in with ease. The instant he saw this his paw left his sack, diving further down below his tail, pressing against his own tailhole. It had been a while since the last time he had done it but he so badly needed it, trembling as his pads brushed against his tightly clenched hole, massaging the muscular rim skillfully, knowing exactly which button to press to relax it. A high-pitched yelp burst from his parted jaws, his back arching and his hips bucking upward, stuffing his twin shafts in the tight grip of his paw, a jolt of pain and pleasure rushing from his backside, his hole forced wide open around his clawed fingers. He grimaced a bit, feeling a bit dry and sore, the penetration a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for him to pull out, too craving for the feeling to go back now. Slowly his fingers began sliding in and out, reaching a bit deeper with each thrust, his clenching tunnel loosening under his caresses while his other paw furiously masturbated his dicks, soaked in all the pre that cascaded from his tips, feeling so close, so delightfully close. In his mind lustful pictures were swirling, flashing before his eyes, overlapping before his very eyes. He could see himself in either of their place, being ridden or impaling himself on that so unusual cock, his mind even coming up with new, arousing idea, adding him to the scene in a variety of ways, either below Nick, pounding away at that tight, untouched human butt, or in between them, taking Lyam’s tasty cock in whatever hole the dragon fancied, or even better with one of them licking his rear while the other sucked his cocks, that would be the best. A loud cry echoed in his room, but it didn’t come from him, instead bursting from the tablet next to him, the cameras showing Lyam’s neck craned high, jaws parted on a loud roar of pleasure, his cock jumping before unleashing geysers of thick hot cum that splashed all over Nick’s belly, some going so high that it managed to cover one of the cameras, leaving only a whitish veil. He felt a bit saddened, and also very hungry, wanting to get a taste, craving for that immense load of cum, the thought of it bringing him closer to his own climax. He continued with renewed vigor, stroking his cocks and thrusting deep into his own hole, adding another finger in his gaping passage, poking around until he found his sweet spot, aching for release, watching as, despite his recent climax Lyam continued to ride his mate, the human shaft vanishing inside him each time the dragon lowered himself. Their moans intertwined to his own as he edged closer to his sweet release, panting like a wild animal, eyes glued to the screen in front of him, feeling the pressure welling up in his loins, ready to burst at any moment. Finally, with one last push of his fingers he came, going over the edge, his hole clamping down hard, his knots popping out in the open, his twin shafts tensing and swelling before large spurts of cum gushed out with impressive force, covering his belly and chest in the warmth of his own seed, the strong musky scent of his essence soaking deep into his own fur. He knew it would be a pain to clean later but couldn’t care less at that exact moment, basking in the pleasure his orgasm brought him. Although, even in his lust-crazed state he had the presence of mind to stiffen his own howl of pleasure, biting his lips so he wouldn’t cry out. Slowly he withdrew his fingers, feeling his empty hole clench on nothingness, begging for that feeling of fullness. He turned his attention back toward the table, finding the two still going at it, unaware of what was happening next door, smiling as his orgasm came to an end, his eyes becoming heavy, so heavy, his vision so blurry…. His eyes suddenly snapped back open, darting all around the room, his body tense like a rope. Instinctively his gaze went to the tablet, still standing next to him, realizing that the scene on it had changed again. The scene had changed again, indicating him that he had blanked out, or even fallen asleep for some time. He could now see the couple hugging and kissing lovingly, Nick resting on top of Lyam’s belly, kissing and snuggling his mate, his rear now in full view and, right below him he could see Lyam’s hole gaping and oozing with the human’s seed. A smile curled his lips, envying their content and satisfied expression a bit though he found them adorable in that position, just cuddling affectionately. Though he couldn’t help but feel like there was something off, as if something else was happening. Squinting his eyes he tried to identify what had him suspicious but finding nothing out of the ordinary. It just seemed like Nick was rocking up and down, rubbing up against the dragon’s belly, nothing surprising, yet he couldn’t shake off that thought. Also he couldn’t deny that this pose had some rather devious ideas growing in his mind, some thoughts that caused his half-hard member to grow back to full mast. If they stayed like this, he could take both his holes at once, fucking them both and filling them with his cream in one fell swoop. The thought was so appealing it had him hard as a rock in a mere second, pre dripping from both his cocks. That’s when he finally realized what was going on, a surprised gasp escaping his throat, his entire frame traversed by a chill of surprise and arousal. What he had thought to be a harmless hug was more than that and what gave it away was Lyam’s elated expression, lust-glazed eyes rolling back, loosing themselves in nothingness, his agape maw from which spilled both his tongue and loud moans while, down below Nick was doing something highly pleasurable to him. And that thing he had just seen it as the human lifted his rear up, revealing what he had been doing, exposing his hard cock pulling out of… the dragon’s slit. “Damn… didn’t know they could do that…” muttered Dereck, awestruck and impressed, observing the human slamming back in, his member disappearing between the thick lips, his balls slapping against the dragon’s groin as he hilted inside. That sight alone was enough to restart his horny mind, flooding his brain with new pictures of what could be done with that sweet, stretchy, warm slit. In the span of a second his lust that had begun to subside was reinvigorated, blossoming once again inside him, demanding all his attention. His paws went back to their earlier duties, one pleasuring his shafts, trying different methods to coax another climax out of him while the other dove straight for his hole, shoving inside two fingers with ease. Loud moans freely spilled out of his maw, his hips wildly bucking forward, thrusting his twin erections into the tight grip of his paw while his other sank deep into his eager hole, overwhelming his system with the combined pleasure. His imagination and reality intertwined what he saw and what he imagined meshing so deeply it became indistinguishable, leaving him in a world, a living fantasy of his own design where he had two horny guys to play with and to use him as much as they wanted. Yet, despite all the delightful pleasure that bloomed in his veins, cascading into his already lusty mind, deep inside he knew that it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his raging desire, he needed more, much more than what his paws could provide. One way to obtain what he sought was to get up and rush to the other room but even in his current state he couldn’t bring himself to do it, the last strings of reasons holding him back, not faltering for a single second. Then there was only one solution. He jumped from the bed, a hand still clutching his two members as he quickly made his way to the wardrobe, trying to be as quick as possible, not wanting to miss a single second of the show happening on his screen. He didn’t care that he was a huge mess with his fur drenched in cum, he didn’t care that he was sporting two large boners, oblivious to the fact he was dripping pre everywhere, leaving little musky puddles in his wake, even continuing to paw off, only adding to the mess. He opened the wardrobe and quickly fumbled inside until he found it, a rather large wooden box hidden under a pile of clothes. The dust that covered the surface indicated how long it had been since the last time he had used its content, so many months, maybe years. He just shrugged, opening the box and picking up something inside it, leaving everything else there and rushing back to the bed, picking up a small bottle hidden in a drawer on his way back. He flopped back onto the bed and took a long gander at what he had brought back, coming face to face with a long, thick, reddish rubbery toy shaped like a cock. Just seeing it had him shudder in anticipation, his eyes going from the pointy tip, down the ridged length, stopping on the knot adorning the base. It had been ages since he had used it but today was the day he needed it the most. He uncapped the bottle and poured a generous amount of it’s content all over the toy, watching the translucent lube trickle down the silicon shaft, coating in a faint glimmer. For a split second he hesitated, not on if he would use it but on how he would, what position he should adopt until an idea sprang to mind. He got up again and left the toy on his blanket, the thing remaining relatively stable as he straddled it, finding himself sitting over it, the tip brushing against his gaping tailhole. With a deep breath he pushed down, yelping when the tip pierced his muscular rim, sliding in with ease, the girth prying him open. He continued on his way down, trembling with each ridge that popped inside him, arching his back and moaning in delight, his cocks tensing and squirting even more pre as a result. Before long he found himself resting against the large, bulbous knot, his rear full of the thick, rubbery cock. Panting he pulled himself up, tensing and groaning with each ridge that slid against his sensitive walls, clenching down hard around the smooth rubber until only the tip remained nestled inside him, only to slam back down onto it, engulfing the entire length inside his hungry ass. His cocks throbbed hard, spewing pre everywhere, tensing each time the toy his a particular spot. Yet, wanting to cum so badly he steadied himself with one paw while the other reached around for his pulsing maleness, stroking them rapidly while he rode the large shaft, struggling to maintain his rather unstable position. Pleasure shot in his veins, surging from both sides at once, overpowering his senses, lust like molten lava flowing through him, filling him with its sheer warmth. Before him, on the screen Nick was picking up the pace, pounding away at Lyam’s slit, plunging fast and deep inside him, fluids oozing around him whenever he pulled out, streaming down Lyam’s sides. He too sped up, wanting to match their rhythm, feeling so close to another, much more powerful orgasm. His legs were shaking, muscles straining from the efforts, loosing a bit more strength with each passing second, wave after wave of pure bliss washing over him, causing his body to grow a bit weaker. He was so close, pre drizzling from his cocks like from broken faucets, soaking his paw, his crotch and the bed below in his juices, his hole rhythmically clamping around the thick shaft prying him wide open. He was so close, hanging over the edge, ready to burst at any second, the pressure so great it felt like his bloated cocks would explode. Suddenly, before he could do anything he felt an unexpected, pressure against his rear, right as something large, so large it stretched him to his limits, pushed its way inside. He gasped in both surprise and an immense pleasure, his shocked cry turning into a blissful moan, a sharp surge of carnal pleasure coming from his loins rushed through his members. Thick ropes of creamy seed gushing from his cocks, spraying in all direction since his hand had just let go of them, his clouded mind realizing he had someone fallen over, impaling himself fully on the toy. Had he slipped or had his muscles given way under him he didn’t know and he couldn’t care less, simply basking in the intense, mind-boggling sensation of his climax washing over him, leaving him floating on a small cloud of pure bliss, feeling drained and utterly satisfied, only wishing it was a real cock stuffing him, dumping his load of cum inside him and not some lifeless toy. He leaned back, letting his balls empty their content wherever they pleased, sensing the warmth of his own essence as it landed on him, soaking him in his own mess, only wishing that there was someone there to enjoy it with him, someone to cuddle and holdclose to him while they came. If only… if only…. -------------------------------------Approximately one week later------------------------------------ “Damn it’s taking ages…” grumbled Nick under his breath, impatiently glaring at the rusted metal wall in front of him. It had been an hour, maybe more, maybe less, that he had been sitting on that uncomfortable seat with nothing more to do than stare at the rust-covered hull of the ship he was flying in, bouncing around in the wind, vibrating so much it echoed in his very bones. He had been pulled out of his slumber at dawn, almost dragged out of Dereck’s home for this, sitting around in some old, cramped transport for over an hour, heading to an unknown location for some unknown reasons? His gaze wandered around the rather small space for the millionth time, his eyes stopping on the same patches of brownish rust covering the insides, the old, used grated floor, the weak, flickering lights dangling from their wires, the two rows of tired and overused seats facing each other, bolted to the ground and, above all, the lack of any kind of windows or porthole, allowing no light to flow inside. The air bore the stink of ages, grease and other mechanical fluids and whatever this ship had been used for beforehand, reminding him of some sort of military transport or cargo ship. This thought had him chuckle, bringing back memories of the old, worn-out and decommissioned ship they were stuffed into during trainings and exercises back when he had joined the Consortium’s army. The worst part of this journey however wasn’t the boredom or the discomfort, nor the strong gusts of winds buffeting the ship, it was the loneliness. On this particular occasion he was alone, well not counting the four soldiers facing him, keeping a constant eye on him, Lyam hadn’t been summoned to this meeting, and even if he had been they hadn’t dared waking him up, agreeing that he would go alone, Dereck staying at home as well to keep an eye on the naughty dragon. That last bit had him giggle under his breath, already imagining countless possible scenarios in which Lyam would tease their wolf host. He had to admit that, even though Lyam’s constant naughty and teasing behavior toward Dereck worried him, making him feel that sting of envy every time he witnessed it, it was still amusing to watch how embarrassed that made him. Since Lyam had told him that their wolf friend was easily aroused, he had been more careful, not in his actions but in his observations, trying to spot what the dragon had told him, wanting to make sure it wasn’t just some twisted fantasies of his. But no, it appeared Lyam had been right, noticing that unknown scent floating in the air, the bulge in his pants that he tried to hide whenever Lyam would tease him. It was indeed quite funny to watch, leading him to wonder, was he attracted by Lyam, or was he ust extremely pent up? He couldn’t tell and it wasn’t a subject he would easily engage on unlike his dragon mate. As his mind wandered away, recalling the events of the last week he found himself going over all his memories, reminding him of how boring the past days had been. Although Dereck and Lyam did their best to keep him busy, he had found himself in such a state of boredom that sometime he wondered if it was even worse getting up, he was just so fed up with being stuck in that tiny apartment it began feeling suffocating staying in there, so much so that this unexpected escape had been greatly welcomed. However, despite the boredom he had enjoyed some great times during that past week, spending most of his time with Lyam, either laying in bed, naked and snuggled up against the warm dragon scales or buried deep inside his tight tailhole. When they weren’t doing that they were trying to learn more about these aliens’ culture and language which proved to be quite an undertaking, yet still interesting nonetheless. The rest of the time they were hanging out with Dereck, chatting or playing videogames. He had to admit he had greatly enjoyed all his time spent Lyam, loving to wake up in the morning held tightly in the dragon’s caring embrace, bathing in his delightful warmth, savoring every second with him, even the little surprises his mate had in store for him. It was perfect, just the right amount of love, hugs and sex, a happy medium that he was really happy with. He was suddenly brought back to reality when the ship violently banked to the left, pushed around by an even stronger gust of wind, the metal wincing as the vessel vibrated, the lights flickering a few seconds before stabilizing. He was thrown forward by the unexpected upset, only managing to stay seated because he was holding onto the armrests, cursing the seatbelts that all seemed broken on that particular transport. Before him the four soldiers didn’t seem moved the slightest as if they were used to it, having barely flinched although one’s face seemed a bit contorted, lips curling down in discomfort. Readjusting himself in his seat he thought again about what little he knew of this appointment. Judging by the time spent in that ship he wasn’t going back to the ministry of foreign affairs building, instead heading to a place quite far, probably out of the city but what could it be? Dereck hadn’t told him much, having been warned at the last second just like him and the squad of guards wasn’t the most talkative and friendly bunch. “Are we getting close?” he enquired, scrutinizing the soldiers, hoping to get a reaction. Three of them remained perfectly quiet, their lips sealed, not a sound coming from them, all of them darting unsure, suspicious and questioning gazes toward the fourth. “We should arrive soon.” Coldly replied the man in a harsh tone, his voice snapping like a whip, making it clear how incline he was to make the conversation as short as possible. “Where are we going anyway?” persisted Nick, tired of all the secrecy. The man grimaced, throwing him an annoyed glare before letting out, “This information is classified.” “That’s helpful…” snorted Nick right as the ship entered new, stronger turbulences, the strong winds tossing the ship around like a leaf into a tornado, battering the whining hull. “What could be so important there?” he grumbled, trying to not fall and smash his head into the ground. The soldier to whom he was talking to frowned, displaying a look of surprise, raising a quizzical eyebrow at him. “What?” “You don’t know?” “Know what?” “Well… the reason why you’re here…” stammered the confused man. “No, we got the call at the last second.” Replied Nick, intrigued. “Oh… that… explains everything…” muttered the soldier, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Why? Is there something I should be aware of?” “Well… I can’t tell you much because as said information are classified, you will be explained everything in details when we arrive. However I am not allowed to disclose any details to you at this time. What I can say though is that we are heading to a military base.” “Thanks for the info, but that is not helping me much.” “I’m sorry but I can’t say more.” “Fine…. But… is it normal that we have to go there in that flying pile of crap or am I getting the special treatment?” “Well… not really… this is the normal procedure… but… I’ll admit they took the worst ship for this trip.” Admitted the guard, almost dropping his riffle when the ship was shaken by the blowing wind. “Starting to get used to it.” Snickered Nick, this information reminding him of the Hope and its bad reputation, “So, what’s that procedure exactly?” “You are experiencing it right now sir. People going there take a ship such as this one, any kind of ship that wouldn’t attract any unwanted attention and are then transported to their destination. All the ships are deprived of windows in case someone managed to identify anything such as landmarks that would give away the position of this facility. Even the pilots get their flight plans at the last second, always a different one even if it means taking a longer path and they are only allowed to fly using their instruments and, once landed the ship’s systems are reset to avoid anyone recovering data from them.” Explained the soldier. “Woah that’s some serious precautions.” Whistled Nick, impressed. “These are necessary sir, though I have to say that sometimes it is a bit ridiculous, even more when the weather is inclement like today.” Replied the man, the two of them holding onto their seats while the turbulences grew even stronger, “But fear not, we should arrive shortly.” Nick nodded, sitting back and trying to enjoy the bumpy ride until he sensed the ship slowing down, the engine’s rumble decreasing as the ship pitched up slightly. The speakers crackled to life, the pilot making some sort of announcement but either his mic or the audio equipment was so bad they couldn’t understand much more than a few words, “Gentlemen… seatbelts… are… beginning… approach… in five…” “I guess it means we have arrived?” enquired Nick, only earning a quiet, yet approving nod from the four soldiers. The vessel slowed down until it was stationary, hovering over the ground, slowly descending lower and lower, the sound shifting around them, echoing and bouncing against something, indicating that they had entered some unknown place, maybe a hangar. At last, the ship landed, making contact with a metallic surface. The engines were immediately shut down and the cargo ramp opened, unveiling a rather dark place only lit by the ship’s own landing lights. Once outside Nick found himself on a dimly lit landing pad, cold air billowing over his face, carrying the stench of grease and engine exhausts. Looking up only revealed a massive hole stretching for dozens of meters in height, revealing a square of cloudy sky. However, that hint of blue didn’t last long, a massive hatch slammed shut and locked into place, plunging them in almost complete darkness. Nick gulped down, trembling slightly, understanding he was underground. There was no time to be afraid or worried however, bright floor lights switched on, indicating a way out of the platform. Nick followed the soldiers, entering a small airlock where they waited a few seconds before being allowed in further. They walked for some time in a long, quiet corridor, their footsteps echoing endlessly in the empty hall, the bare concrete doors lined with unknown indications, lights and doors. Sometimes they would reach an intersection and take another corridor, venturing deeper into the endless maze of concrete corridors. This place was absolutely gigantic, sprawling for miles or so it felt, an inextricable underground labyrinth of hallways, rooms, stairs and elevators extending as far as the eye could see, each intersection unveiling even more possible directions. Even a plan he had managed to catch a glimpse of proved to be just as confusing, only serving to show how sprawling this facility was. The soldiers seemed just as perplexed as he was, actually taking the wrong direction a few times, forcing them to turn around. Finally, as they were definitely getting lost the sound of footsteps reached their ears, coming from… behind them. They turned around, discovering a man running toward them, his opened lab coat flailing behind him, his glasses about to fall from his vulpine snout, the tablet he was holding under his left arm in a similar state. “We… we… were waiting for you!” he let out, panting rapidly, “P-please… follow… me.” They did as asked and followed the man as he turned around and headed for an intersection they had passed not too long ago, taking another corridor. Nick took the time to observe the newcomer, noticing the large, bushy tail swaying behind him, his beautiful coat of red fur enveloping his body, his small pointy ears perked up over his head, his elongated snout standing below two beautiful azure blue eyes. At first glance he seemed friendlier and more open than the soldiers he had been traveling with, his eyes glinting with curiosity and malice, an expression he felt like he had already seen in someone, but who? “Oh my apologies, I was in such a hurry I forgot my manners, my name is Cedric.” Exclaimed the fox, suddenly spinning around and extending a hand that Nick politely shook. “I’m Nick, pleasure to meet you.” “I know who you are.” Replied Cedric, grinning maliciously at the human. “Of course,” chuckled Nick, “But to what do I owe the pleasure of making your acquaintance?” “Sorry I realize my request of your presence here may have been… unexpected.” “So you’re the one that had me brought here?” “Indeed!” exclaimed the fox, his grin widening, eyes glinting in the rather dark corridors, “You see I am the lead researcher in one of the scientific and engineering team working in this facility on your specie’s technology.” “And I’m assuming you need my help with something?” guessed Nick, mentally regretting that Lyam wasn’t with him this time. “Exactly, we have collected quite a few devices of your specie’s construction, but we struggle in understanding them, their functioning and use.” “I see…” mumbled Nick thoughtfully, “I’ll try my best to help,” he let out, “So what have you found?” “It is better that I show you…” mysteriously replied the fox, becoming silent. The man led them to a large metallic double door at the end of a long hallway, the two metal panels held together by a complex series of locks and rods. Seeing this had Nick’s mind running wild, what could be hidden behind that door? What could require such a high level of security? What could they possibly have found? He observed with apprehension as the fox fumbled in his lab coat, pulling out a security card that he slid in a reader next to the door before, then quickly typing a code. The instant he pressed the last key a loud beep burst from the keypad, loud metallic clacking following suit, a telltale sign that the door was opening. The rods slid into the walls, the locks unlatched and the two doors slid open with a muffed hiss, only to reveal a second set of doors that promptly opened. Cedric stepped aside, the four guards deploying around the door, blocking all paths but forward. Nick stepped in, finding himself in a sort of balcony overlooking an absolutely enormous space. His lower jaw dropped, eyes bulging out in shock, his body trembling so much he had to hold the railing in front of him. Before his amazed eyes he discovered a room so big he couldn’t see the end of it, the walls vanishing into darkness, the ceiling so high he could barely see it if not for some powerful lights suspended from girders and other metallic structures above him. At his level the balcony extended into multiple catwalks spanning the entire room, hugging the walls and crossing the immense space in multiple points, leading to stairs and cargo lifts. The sheer magnitude of this hall reminded him of some sort of dry dock or ship hangar, a hangar of immense proportions for an equally enormous ship. But what caught his eye was down on the ground below: piles upon piles of rubbles and debris shining under the light, large sections of twisted and torn metal floating in mid-air, dangling from chains or resting on the ground. There was even a large panel held at eye-level by a crane on which was displayed a symbol he knew all too well. What he was looking out was non other than the wreckage of their ship, the CRS Hope. His eyes wandered helplessly amongst the towering mountains of torn and molten scraps, spotting a multitude of objects sticking out, bent pipes, dangling wires, floor or wall panels that looked like they had been hammered, broken equipment and appliances, even catching a glance of a broken, shattered canon barrel. Further in, the larger sections of the destroyed ships were being examined by scientists and engineers, some roaming around in the least damaged ones while others, in a darker corner were being taken apart in large bursts of sparkles showering the ground and the dismantled panels. The sight was gut-wrenching, his heart sinking with sorrow, reminding him of the countless people that had perished in this horrible tragedy. He felt saddened, both by the loss of so many lives, friends and strangers alike, addressing them a silent prayer, but also by the fact that, in a way he had lost his home. Even though this ship had a bad reputation, even though he had spent most of his time onboard in cryostasis he had still enjoyed his time in this flying junkyard of a vessel, having met great peoples there, and his mate. “Quite an ominous sight isn’t it?” enquired Cedric, leaning against the railing next to him, letting his gaze stroll around the scattered remains of the ship. “It sure is…” muttered Nick, finally peeling his eyes off the destroyed ship, “How much have you recovered?” “About seventy-five to eighty percent but we have more coming in every day. It is a daunting task to sift through all this wreckage.” “I can imagine…” let out Nick, glancing at the nearest debris, “So what do you need me for?” “Well I’ll explain you as we walk; we still have a bit of a ways to go.” Replied the fox, walking away. Nick followed, taking a right from the door, taking a long walkway, passing by giant piles and fragments of the ship, spotting more people walking around the massive hangar, carrying new pieces or moving them to another pile. “As you can see we have collected quite a bit of your ship,” let out the fox as they took a left, following a new catwalk snaking between two rubble piles, the scientist pointing at several objects as they passed by, “However some of what we recovered is beyond our comprehension and we require assistance in understanding and handling them, even dispose of them if necessary. So that’s where you come in.” continued the fox, taking a long metallic staircase down to the ground level, “We have already been able to sort out most of what is around us, all of what you see around us are components we have already gone through or are too damaged to be identified and will be disposed off shortly.” He added, pointing out the gigantic hills of debris, some of which were even spilling on the walkways, making navigation difficult. Nick nodded quietly, looking at the melted, twisted and even charred shreds of the once mighty ships. Everything could be find in the rubbles, flooring and wall panels, pipes an wiring, circuitry, a wheel coming from one of the vehicles stored in the cargo hold, all damaged beyond repair, some beyond recognition. “What interests us is further on,” explained the fox, pointing at something beyond their horizon. They kept walking for quite some time, slaloming between rubbles and other scientists that looked at them with a puzzled expression, sometime having to step aside for some heavy machine to go through, bringing or moving a particular piece of the wreckage. With time they got closer to the bigger parts of the ship, some already partially or completely taken apart, others still pristine, if such could be said of battered and smashed pieces of wreckages. Nick froze, catching a glimpse of a particularly large section split in several jagged and twisted pieces. He couldn’t tell why but it looked familiar. Frowning he observed the thing more closely, under the intrigued stare of the fox, walking around it, scrutinizing every detail until, finally, he recognized it. “Found something interesting?” enquired the fox, his eyes glinting with curiosity. “I… think so…” mumbled Nick. “Great! That is wonderful!” he exclaimed, rejoiced, “This is in fact one part of the ship we need your help with. So… what can you tell me about it?” “I’m not sure…” grumbled Nick, rubbing his chin, “I’d need to go have a look inside to be sure. Is it even possible?” “But of course, this particular section has been checked already and has shown no threat of any kind so you can go in.” Nick nodded gratefully and headed to a stepladder leading to a hole or a busted doorway, he couldn’t really tell. He found himself in what looked like a corridor but so deformed it was hard to identify. Small lights had been placed everywhere by the aliens, making it easier to navigate. Still, with extreme caution he ventured further, Cedric on his heals at a safe distance. He arrived to a series of doors lining the hallway, all of which had either been removed, were jammed or in some cases so squashed down by the impact forces that what lied beyond them was forever inaccessible. He continued on until he noticed one door that stood out from the rest, the edges were twisted and burned in an odd way, as if the panel had been blown up, the doorframe bent inward, telling him from which the direction the explosion came. And indeed, just as he expected he found the missing panel resting against the opposite walls, wearing telltale signs of an explosion. Without hesitation he went inside, finding himself in a small, simple bedroom, a room he knew very well. “Just what I thought…” he let out triumphantly. “What have you found?” interrogated a perplexed fox. “Well, first tell me what you have gathered from this place.” Retorted Nick. “Well… this part was heavily damaged but we deduced it must be some sort of habitation quarter.” “Correct, this is part of the crew habitat compartment, more precisely we’re currently standing in my old room.” “Interesting…” mumbled the fox, “but how can you be so sure?” “Simple.” Replied Nick, pointing in turn at the giant hole in the ceiling, then at the blown out door, “During the crash I ended up trapped in here and other survivors had to blow the door open to rescue me, also they did have to throw in an incendiary grenade to get rid of your planet’s wildlife.” He continued, designating the large, scorched marks along the wall and floor, clear indication of the raging blaze that had filled the room for a brief moment. “Fascinating, absolutely fascinating…” let out Cedric, drinking his words. “I’m actually surprised it held up so well, last time I was there a tree was tearing this place apart.” Noted Nick. “This area indeed sustained severe damage, it was split in several fragment when we recovered it, this one being the least damaged.” “Ok, makes sense, guess the tree got tired of it.” Chuckled Nick. “Looks like it…” admitted Cedric, gulping down uncomfortably, the mere mention of the jungle seeming to make him nervous. “So, what did you want to know?” “Well… we have identified something in several rooms but we don’t know what it is exactly. Speaking of which, one such thing is in this room.” He explained, designating something behind Nick. He followed the direction, surprised to discover that what the fox pointed out was his cryopod. He was amazed by the state of the device. To his own dismay he discovered the pod in almost perfect condition, except for the reinforced glass door that had been shattered, leaving only the metallic frame. The control console also looked seriously damaged, as if it had been bashed with a baseball bat, the screen still displaying something, but it was so cracked and destroyed it was unreadable. “Oh, you don’t have this kind of things here?” enquired Nick. “I’m afraid we don’t…” confirmed the embarrassed fox. “No worries I will tell you what it is.” Immediately the scientist’s face lit up with hope, those pretty blue eyes. “As you know space travel can be… rather long.” Began Nick, “and in our case, even in hyperspace…” “Wait a second, your kind has FTL technology!” exclaimed Cedric, cutting him off. “Faster than light travel technology? Yes, we do, don’t you?” “Unfortunately, no, our kind hasn’t invested many resources in the development of such technology. It’s a shame really because that puts us at a serious disadvantage compared to other sentient species inhabiting this quadrant of space. We do have some prototypes in the works but progress are rather slow and results aren’t as great as we’d hope…. But if we could reverse engineer your technology it would save us years of development.” He continued, mumbling to himself, “Oh but sorry… I’m getting carried away. You were saying that it took you a long time to reach our planet even with your… hyperspace drive, that’s how you called it?,” “Yes.” “May I know how long it took you?” “Around six years, so imagine if we had to do this journey without it, it would have taken generations.” “Most certainly. Anyway, I still don’t see the use for such cryogenic technology onboard.” Admitted Cedric, scratching his head, glancing curiously at the damaged pod. “Well six years is still a very long time for the crew so what we do is that during jumps we are put in cryostasis and wake up when the timer that has been set runs out.” “I see…. Still you need someone to control the ship, so how is it done? Do crewmembers take shifts of some sort?” “Not at all!” shouted Nick, unable to hold back a burst of laughter, the question sounding so silly to him it was hard not to find it funny. “Don’t think I’m making fun of you or anything, it’s just that there is no need for crew to remain awake, the ship’s automated systems can manage the ship on it’s own during hyperspace travel.” “No worries, I understand that my interrogation may sound… rather silly to you.” Chuckled Cedric, giggling lightly, “But what would happen in case of an emergency, can the ship’s autopilot take care of it?” “Well that depends, if it’s a minor issue it can fix it, however if the problem is too serious it will wake up the relevant crewmembers and let them know what and where the issue is.” “That makes sense.” Mumbled the fox, thoughtfully rubbing his chin, eyes glued to the pod, “However, I still have a question.” “Sure, what is it?” “How reliable are these pods? Because we noticed some damages that don’t appear to come from the crash.” “You’re right, these are older models and they are not the most reliable around, there were a few issues with some of the pods but nothing major.” Confirmed Nick, omitting the incident that had led to him spending a few days with his soon-to-be mate. “Alright, thanks for answering my questions.” Let out Cedric, quickly typing away at his tablet before getting out, “now if you would please follow me, we have a lot of works ahead of us.” He added. Nick followed him, leaving his room behind with a pang of pain and sorrow, knowing it would soon be dismantled like the rest. Indeed there was a lot of work, just getting from one part to the other took some time, something making for a grueling hike through the rubbles. Each time the same cycle would be repeated, Cedric would ask him some questions regarding the ship or some of the technology they carried. Sometimes he could answer, other times he was just as clueless as the fox, either unable to identify it due to the damage or just not knowing what the thing was. Cedric seemed to be interested in basically anything Nick could tell him, asking all kinds of questions as they wandered through the debris field, rummaging through the scrap hoping to find something interesting. Although what fascinated the fox the most was the technology they could uncover from the wreck, as time passed, they grew less and less formal, asking more casual questions, some even on the border of privacy. However as curious as he was, he was also willing to share some knowledge of his own in return, becoming an amazing source of information on this world, their surroundings and such. This way Nick learned that this facility was indeed a military base, in fact one of the main hubs of the planetary defense forces, the place where all the wreckages was put in being one of their requisitioned ship hangars. After a few hours, or at least it felt like hours to him, they were chatting more freely, the fox even introducing Nick to some of his own friends and colleagues amongst the scientific team, the whole group sifting through the many scattered pieces while talking and crackling more or less good jokes. To Nick who had been stuck in an apartment for days it was a welcome breeze of fresh air, greatly savoring his time with the alien, only wishing that the dragon would be there with him to enjoy it, even though just thinking about it made him chuckle, imagining how Lyam would behave in this place, probably trying to tease everyone in sight. At some point the team they were forming stumbled upon a large metallic block standing atop an unstable pile of twisted and torn metal. Curious they got closer, climbing cautiously in the sometime jagged and sharp fragments, triggering cascades of metallic rattle and clacking with each step. Upon closer inspection they discovered that it was some sort of vault or bunker made of tough, blackened steel that seemed to have been barely bruised and dented by the long fall through the atmosphere and hard landing in the jungle below. Aside from scorch marks and bumps along the walls it was almost pristine, as if it had been gently deposited there. After a while walking around it they located an opening, a massive security door half buried in the rubble. It was shut tight but luckily the access panel was still intact, unfortunately since it was unpowered and even if it had been it was linked to a chip reader and, since his chip had been removed there was no way to activate the door, well not that way at least. Prying the panel open Nick found what he was looking for, the emergency opening mechanism. Pulling and tugging at the handle he managed to pull it down in an ear-splitting whining. The locks snapped in the open position, the door cracking open slightly, exposing only thick, impenetrable darkness inside. The help of two other people was required to fully open the door, the three of them straining, their muscles to the edge of ripping apart as they tried to push the door open, the jammed hinges refusing to move. At last, the door swung open, only to reveal more of that dense obscurity, the light from the hangar only managing to expose shelf of racks like things on which rested odd, indeterminable shapes. Nick risked a step inside but the shadows were too thick for him to see anything beyond the first meter, almost tripping against something on his very first step. “Do we have a flashlight or something?” he asked. Thankfully there was one and it was promptly handed to him. Turning it on he began venturing deeper in the large square room, pointing the small circle of whitish light in all directions, discovering something he wasn’t expecting at all. He froze, a chill of terror and shock running down his spine, his heart skipping a beat, his breath halting on a panicked gasp. Before him, all around him, lining the shelves from floor to ceiling were ammos, dozens, hundreds of large caliber canon shells resting in their racks, undetonated, waiting for their moment to shine, or rather, to blow. Slowly, cautiously he got closer to the nearest shelf, scanning the munitions, to see in what shape they were. To his own relief he found them in perfect condition, ready to be used at any moment. However, the moment he checked the next shelf in the row his eyes widened in utter horror, his breath and his heartrate quickening, adrenaline shooting in his veins. He couldn’t believe what his eyes were showing him, there, on a small screen each shell was equipped with a word, one bone-chilling word was spelled, rhythmically blinking on and off, the vision of that simple word making him realize how much of a predicament he and all people in that room were. What was written on that shell, and on all others around it was “ARMED”. Without wasting a single second, he rushed out, almost falling flat in the debris pile while trying to slam the door shut behind him, all of that under the confused and apprehending gazes of all the scientists and technicians around him. “Is there something wrong?” enquired Cedric, worried. “We have to evacuate everyone right now!” shouted Nick, casting a freezing cold wind of fear over the group. “W-w-why… what’s wrong?” mumbled the fox. “There’s live ammo in there!” shouted the human. Everyone tensed at his words, a heavy silence falling on the group and anyone in range, most of them standing there, paralyzed, unsure, panicked, tossing quick questioning glances at each other, not sure of what to do until Cedric snapped out of the stupor, taking a deep breath and shouting a simple, clear order. “Sound the alarm, call the demining team!” Immediately, one man standing at the bottom of the pile ran off, disappearing behind a wall of scraps. Seconds later a loud alarm blared across the hall, everyone stopping whatever they were doing, all immediately heading toward the nearest exit. Nick followed the group, quite surprised and amazed by how quickly everyone had reacted and how well-behaved they were when it came to this evacuation procedure. Perhaps such a situation had already happened before, or maybe they had ran multiple drills before, whatever was the reason he couldn’t tell. When they came out they found themselves in a large hallway, having to immediately step aside to clear the way for a squad of men dressed in heavy armors, hazmat suits and other protective gears to rush into the room, sealing the door behind them. Finally out of harms way they all let out a relieved sigh, deciding to take a lunch break. They made their way to the nearest cafeteria where they sat down at the only, large table in the room, the entire team enjoying a good meal, chatting noisily. Although the food wasn’t the greatest, reminding him of the old, sometime rancid junk they were served in military cantinas back in the Consortium, Nick was still enjoying his time greatly, finding himself laughing and rather openly chatting with the aliens, the language barrier gone thanks to the translator he was wearing and the world barrier slowly crumbling. After their meal, and after receiving the all clear from the demining team they were allowed to go back to work, spending the next couple of hours digging through more wreckage, identifying more interesting or valuable technologies, thankfully not coming across another ammo bunker like the one they had encountered before. However, after a while, as they had made their way toward the back of the hangar Nick caught a glimpse of something that surprised him, immediately attracting his attention. In a darker corner of the room sat a sizeable rectangle of metal, pipes and wires, cables snaking all around it, forming an entangled maze of colored wiring. He squinted his eyes, trying to see more of it, finding the thing strangely suspicious, closely resembling all the other wreckage though this one stood out like a store thumb. To his own dismay he noted that the thing seemed completely untouched and undamaged, bearing no marks of the ship’s destruction, as if it had just gently fallen down like a feather floating in the wind. Even stranger was the fact that whatever this thing was it seemed powered, lights coming out from multiple places, including around what could only be identified as a door. “Hey, what’s this over there?” enquired Nick. “This? Well, to be honest we don’t know, we discovered it in that exact state in a clearing, we haven’t been able to open it though.” Explained Cedric, “We don’t know why but it was lit up when we found it and we discovered it was compatible with our power sources so we decided to keep it plugged until we can figure out a way to get in.” “Mind if I take a look?” “Sure, go ahead.” Replied the fox, following as he got close. Nick quietly inspected the large steel box, confirming what he had suspected at first glance, it was undamaged, except for a small bump in a wall, powered and fully functional. Investigating the door he easily spotted that it was a high security door, the kind that could resist just about anything, the type of doors someone wouldn’t be able to get through without either the code or whatever was required, or by destroying it altogether. Seeing this kind of armor on that part of the vessel had him wondering, trying to figure out what it could be hiding, his mind racing, ideas flying in all directions, memories surging back to the surface, trying to pinpoint what it could be, but to no avail. His attention shifted to the pad next to the door, as he had come to expect from anything built by the consortium it was fitted with a chip reader. However this one also had a keyboard and a small screen tucked away in a hidden compartment, all of which were working. The screen was rather basic, only displaying one like at a time, right now saying “Enter valid personnel ID.” Having nothing else to do he reached forward, pressing a key, the screen shifting, now displaying the key he had pressed, the cursor moving one space ahead. Not hesitating a single second he continued, entering his entire identification code, having to backtrack a few times to correct mistakes and, once he was sure, pressed the enter key. The screen froze for a second before a new line was displayed; “Enter password.” Continuing on he typed his password and, after a last check pressed the button. The screen remained perfectly immobile for several painstakingly long seconds before a new line appeared, “ERROR: invalid credentials, please try again. Caution, two attempts remaining before system lockdown.” “Damn it!” he cursed under his breath. “What are you doing?” questioned Cedric, coming up behind him, peaking over his shoulder. “I’m trying to get in but it seems I got something wrong there…” grumbled Nick, scanning the few text lines over and over again in search of any mistake, cursing the fact the password was hidden, preventing him from correcting his mistake, “Ah hold on I think I left caps lock on.” He grunted, trying again, only to get denied access by the same message, the system warning him that he only had one attempt remaining. “Please… don’t do anything stupid, we haven’t been able to get into this section yet and this is the only entry point we have found, so please, I beg of you, don’t block it.” Begged Cedric, sweating profusely. Nick nodded, almost mechanically, his eyes going over the two text lines, his brain running at full speed, browsing through his memories to see where he had gone wrong. A long minute went by, the deep, heavy, tensed silent only disturbed by their combined heavy breathing, the two of them barely moving, weary of what could happen. Suddenly, Nick snapped his fingers, writing a command line to back up to the last step, erasing his entire ID and rewriting it entirely. “There we go… I think I got it right this time…” he muttered while writing his password, his gaze darting back and forth between the keyboard and the screen with each key press. “Here goes nothing.” He let out, dramatically pressing the enter button, waiting, watching as the system processed the information. The screen changed again, now adding a new line, “Checking credentials…” The two of them were tense like ropes, staring at the tiny, sometime flickering display, praying quietly that they had not broken the system in any way. The machine let out a high-pitched beep, a new line writing itself on the screen, announcing, “Credentials verified, accessing records… please wait…” Unknown to them they had stopped breathing, suspended to the tiny screen, staring at that message as if looking at it would make the system obey. In the end the message changed again, to their own relief not to display another error or access denied message, instead what they were met with was, “Personnel successfully identified, clearance level… sufficient, opening door.” At this exact moment the door unsealed with a muffed hiss, the two panels parting open, lights turning on inside, illuminating what laid beyond the thick cover of all this metal. “No way…” let out Nick, utterly speechless. Behind the two massive sliding doors lied enormous machineries, lines upon lines of server banks and data storage devices humming quietly, colorful lights blinking and flickering rhythmically. Before them lights turned on, revealing a straight though quite narrow path between the towering servers, leading to an impressive console standing proudly in the middle of the room, bathed in a bluish light, more servers towering beyond it, filling the entire space. “Is that…?” gasped Cedric, awestruck. “The mainframe…” dropped Nick, astonished by the discovery. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, wondering if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, questioning his sanity, or had some of that alien food given him some kind of disease that was making him hallucinate. But no, he wasn’t dreaming, he was truly gazing upon what could only be described as the brain of the ship, untouched, undamaged, still peacefully rumbling and humming, analyzing, processing and storing thousands of terabytes of data. “Hold on, are you telling me that this is the data storage of your ship?” gasped Cedric in dismay. “Yes, it is.” Confirmed Nick as speechless as the fox, amazed by how well this part of the vessel had withstood the impact. “All along it was right there before our very eyes…” mumbled the scientist, trembling in a mix of shock and excitement. “If one part of the ship can handle anything it’s definitely this one…” let out Nick with an admirative whistle. Cedric nodded, jaws still agape from the from the unexpected discovery, his eyes glinting with joy, watching the countless servers and storage spaces as if they were the most incredible treasure ever discovered, as if he was faced with tones upon tones of gold and precious gems. “Dam I wish we could have gotten in sooner.” He let out after a while, daring to cautiously step inside. “If you had done that you wouldn’t have gotten anywhere.” Snorted Nick, joining him in the cool, almost chilling room, the ventilation and cooling systems still operating normally. “What do you mean?” “This is not just any computer, it’s…. aware of its surroundings in some way. if you try to hack your way in you’ll get in a heap of troubles, if you try to access it but forgot or screwed up your password or you’re not in the database you get locked out and, worst of all, if you try to breach the outer casing you may trigger countermeasures.” “What kind of security are we talking about?” “That depends, I’m not an expert but I’ve heard that some are equipped with defensive turrets, other can encrypt data so much it would take eons to decode, and some can even initiate a full storage wipe, or so I heard.” Explained Nick. “I see… well I guess we’re lucky you came along.” Chuckled the fox, scrutinizing the data banks with amazement and curiosity shining in his blue irises, marveling at the advanced alien technology. Nick only shrugged, slowly walking toward the console, quickly scanning the keyboard and screens before daring to press a button. Immediately the many screens came to life, the humming background noise becoming a bit louder. A large Consortium logo appeared on each display, slowly, endlessly spinning around. Finally, after a long minute of silence the screen changed again, demanding the same identification codes he quickly typed. To his own surprise he was faced with an unexpected request from the machine, demanding a biometric scan to validate his credentials, the reason being that the scanner couldn’t detect any chip in the vicinity. Having no other choice he complied, waiting for the system to process the new information, but thankfully his biometrics were in the system so it had no troubles recognizing him. The screen changed again, a new window opening, displaying some sort of log or reports filled to the brim with red lines. Going over them he easily identified error messages, showing an endless list of failures, defects, unresponsive systems of all kind. A freezing cold chill ran down his spine, his eyes widening in horror, his hands trembling as he continued reading. What he was looking at was the last error log of the ship seconds before, or after its destruction, listing all the systems that went silent forever, that were disconnected. The last line however brought a sliver of hope, “Emergency power activated, all data stored successfully recovered and encrypted, awaiting command.” “What have you found?” interrogated Cedric, trying to decipher the unknown alien scriptures. “Turns out it managed to save all the ship data, everything is right here.” “That’s amazing!” excitedly shouted Cedric. “There’s one problem though.” Warned Nick, switching to another window trying to access some of the data only to be faced with a large red cross and a clear message, “Access denied! Alpha clearance required.” “What is it?” “All the data is still encrypted and locked behind other securities, I just don’t have access to it.” “Can’t you… get around this lock?” “Do I look like a freaking hacker or scientist to you?” snorted Nick, “I was a security officer on that ship not a general, my clearances open some doors but I’m nowhere near high enough in the ranks to have access to all the juicy bits.” “That’s… unfortunate…” grumbled Cedric, not hiding his disappointment, “What do you have access to exactly?” he asked nonetheless. “Security reports, some of the personal files, should also have access to the cargo manifest and other things like that.” “That still could be useful…” admitted the thoughtful fox, rubbing his chin pensively, “having anything like blueprints and schematics would be very helpful in our efforts to identify and catalogue every part of your spaceship. And that manifest could prove very handy to avoid the kind of incident we experienced earlier.” Nick approved quietly, roaming through the maze of folders and subfolders, having to backtrack multiple times due to the system denying him access to certain areas of the server. But at last, he succeeded in finding the relevant data, discovering everything he needed, blueprints, detailed plans of the ship and it’s internals, load sheets, ammo inventory, and even some technical documentation regarding technologies that interested these guys most. “Alright… now we just need to copy them on an external storage device…” mumbled Nick, scanning his surroundings, hoping to find what he was looking for, “Ah crap…” he grumbled, slapping himself, realizing how silly his idea was. “What’s wrong?” “Well… I can’t leave that console open forever, security measures will lock it again after a while so I need to copy all the relevant data on something but… I just realized that even if I did you wouldn’t be able to read it.” “Actually we can.” Retorted Cedric. “Really?” “Yes, another team has succeeded in making some of your kind’s storage devices compatible with our own computers. From what I heard it’s still a bit of a work in progress but it should be enough.” “Alright then.” Let out Nick as he went looking around the room, checking if there were any spare data storage drives laying around. He found a few dozens of those hidden away in a drawer, grabbed one and went back to the console to plug it in. Thankfully this one was empty and seemed to work properly, ready for data transfer. However he hesitated, hands hovering over the keyboard, eyes glued to the screen, suddenly doubting, hesitant, wondering if he should press the button and allow these aliens any insight in their technologies. His mind wandered away, trying to imagine what would happen, what would other officers have done in his place, unsure that it was the right course of action. He browsed the files he was about to copy, pondering which choice was the right one, questioning if he shouldn’t delete a few to preserve more sensitive data. However, the more he looked at it the less he found it relevant to preserve Consortium secrets. Besides knowing how cunning and clever these people were they would surely retro engineer everything or manage to crack the code in a matter of weeks, months at best but deep inside he knew that no secret would last with these crafty aliens. Furthermore, it wasn’t like he was giving away classified military information or sensitive data of any kind, there was no personal or seriously threatening information in the files he was sending, they hadn’t even asked for a mission order. Taking a deep breath he began the transfer, watching one file after the other being copy pasted into the external drive, feeling more relieved and relaxed with each percent on that progress bar. “Here goes.” He announced when the transfer came to an end, ready to unplug the drive. “Hold on a second!” interrupted the fox, “This will greatly help us that’s undeniable but my superiors would kill me if I don’t give them a bone to chew on.” He nervously explained, twitching in embarrassment. “What are you thinking about?” questioned Nick frowning, tensing suddenly. “Well… anything really… mission orders… survey scan data, personal files… anything really, just… give them something or else I’ll get my ass seriously kicked for letting an opportunity like this slide.” Nick’s body stiffened, his mind racing, his worst fear having just come true. He tried to think, to find a way out of this situation but what could he do? Refusing wouldn’t get him anywhere, but accepting and giving them away everything didn’t sound like a good idea either. He spent a long minute like this, lost deep in his swirling maelstrom of thoughts, trying to find a way out of this situation. An idea sprang to his mind, perhaps he could give them just enough to satisfy their curiosity while also avoiding spilling too much information. “I think… I think we can work something out.” He let out in an unsure tone, Cedric’s ears, who had been hanging low until now immediately perking up, “I may be able to access some of the info your superiors want.” He sputtered, feigning reluctance. “That’s great news!” happily chirped the fox, his tail wagging widely behind him. “Don’t get your hopes up too much though, some of it is still locked behind some tight security, but I should be able to access some of it, mission briefings and such, maybe even some of the scan data but… you can forget the personal files.” He dropped after a few seconds of hesitation. “Oh why that? As a security officer don’t you have access to them?” “I do but not in their entirety, I just have access to relevant information, names, Ids, assignments and such but nothing special, the rest is locked behind medical clearances.” “Oh… I guess… that makes sense….” Defeatedly sighed the disappointed fox, “but how about your friend?” At his words Nick froze, his heart skipping a beat. “What about him?” he asked defiantly. “Wasn’t he part of the medical team?” “Indeed, he was.” Grunted Nick, relieved, a wide grin growing over his lips, “but sadly as a clone he has special accesses if you will, he can go to the same places as any of the doctors but he doesn’t have access to personal files. After all what’s the point of giving access to this kind of private stuff to a clone.” He said, omitting what he knew about Lyam’s special credentials and their in fact quite advanced security clearances. “That’s… a fairly good point I hadn’t thought about.” Admitted the fox, scratching his head, “I guess the rest of the data you can offer will suffice to keep them busy for a good long while.” “Yeah I think so to.” Replied Nic, quickly ending the conversation, typing away at the keyboard, rapidly locating the relevant files and copying them to the external drive. “Here you go.” He triumphantly announced, unplugging the device and handing it with utmost caution to the fox, the man grabbing it between his rather soft paws, the unexpected contact causing them both to shudder. “T-Thanks…” mumbled Cedric, struggling to contain his joy, “I’ll get that sent to the translation team right away.” He added. Barely had he finished his sentence that the sound of footsteps could be heard, not any kind of footsteps, the unmistakable sound of heavy armored boots clacking against the ground. Their attention quickly shifted to the wide open door, noticing the squad of soldiers that had accompanied Nick coming their way. Nick and Cedric exchanged a quick, perplexed glance, watching as the group navigated through the knee-deep rubbles and debris covering the floor. “Sir, we have received orders to bring you back to your residence.” “Is there something wrong?” enquired Nick, surprised by the announcement. “No sir, our orders simply say that you must be back into the safehouse two hours before sunset.” Simply replied one of the men. “Alright, let’s go then.” Sighed Nick, walking toward the group. “I’ll have you called in if we need your assistance again.” shouted Cedric, leaving the mainframe secured room, awestruck when the doors locked shut behind him. Nick waved a hand at him, the soldiers already heading the other way, forming a tight circle around him, pressing him toward the exit. -------------------------------------Meanwhile--------------------------------------------------------- Dereck emerged slowly, difficultly, cracking an eye open only to discover a white, slick surface extending as far as his eyes could see. Confused and sleepy he looked around, not recognizing his surroundings, his blurry eyes going over furniture and other objects without identifying any. Where the fuck was he? Fluttering his eyes a few times he cleared the haze of sleep obscuring his vision, starting to recognize some elements of his own living room. He took a deep relieved breath, raising to a sitting position, stretching is somewhat sore muscles, yawning quite loudly as he rubbed his eyes. Taking a long, slow, circular glance around him he discovered what he had suspected, he was laying, or rather sitting on his couch, in the middle of his living room, the warm yellowish sunlight flowing in through an open window, casting large shadow on the opposite wall. His still foggy brain had troubles recollecting and piecing together his latest memories, leaving him wondering why he was there. Had he fallen asleep late at night after watching the TV or writing his report? That was rather unlikely since nor the remote nor the keyboard were anywhere in sight. That possibility was even less likely when he realized what he was wearing, or rather not wearing. Upon looking down he found himself almost naked, only a red underwear hiding his private parts. What bothered him was what he didn’t find next to him, a blanket or anything similar that would confirm his suspicion that he had, for some reason slept on the couch. Finally, memories rushed back to him, clearing the last remnants of his dreams from his mind. He recalled how they had spent some time chatting late in the evening, all going to sleep at a rather late time in the night, only for him to be pulled out of his dreamy slumber by the annoying ringing of his phone. Cracking an eye open he had realized that it was very early, way too early for anybody to call him, which meant it had to be important. Reluctantly he had grabbed his phone, turning the screen on only to discover that whoever was trying to get in touch with him had called over a dozen times in the past thirty minutes. His sleepy brain didn’t make much sense of that information but, the instant he distinguished the number displayed on the screen through the haze of his blurry vision he sprang to a sitting position. In the blink of an eye all traces of sleepiness were gone, washed away by a tide of adrenaline as he took the call. “God damn it Dereck, I’ve been trying to contact you!” she roared, a loud hiss filling his ears as the mic saturated. “Sorry mom but unlike you I don’t stay awake twenty-four hours a day, in fact I was… *yawn* sleeping…” he whispered, trying to not wake anyone else, letting out an audible yawn. “Whatever,” she grumbled, just as annoyed as he was, “just get dressed and get our guests up asap.” “Why? Is there a problem?” he mumbled, puzzled, rubbing his heavy, foggy eyes. “No, no, don’t worry everything is fine.” She reassured him, regaining her composure, recovering her usual calm, distant tone. “Then why the heck are you calling me in the middle of the night?” “Just, have them ready in one hour, a transport will pick them up.” She sighed. “Can you tell me what the fuck is going on at least?” “There’s nothing to worry about, it’s just that the salvage team urgently requested their assistance and guess what this request was granted and passed down to me just about an hour ago.” She ranted, noisily crumpling a paper and tossing it away, “the transport is already on it’s way and should arrive at your place in about an hour so hurry up.” “Chill out I get it; just why does it have to happen in the middle of the night?” “Because some bright mind in the military decided that it would be a good idea to store the remains of their ship in the middle of nowhere in a secured location.” She spat out in frustration and disdain. “Wait, are you seriously telling me they put the wreck in one of the defense force bases?” gasped Dereck, left speechless by the news. “They sure did.” “Alright I’ll get ready…” “No need for you to get ready?” “What? But you said…” “I said they had been summoned, apparently the defense force doesn’t want any personnel from the ministry nosing around.” “Of course…” he growled, reminded of his current suspended, and uncertain situation. “I’m sorry about this Dereck but just get them ready, at least one for when the transport ship arrives, I’ll try to clear up the situation with the admiralty.” She tiredly, annoyedly let out, her frustration skyrocketing, just like his own. “Ok, I’ll be ready.” Once the communication was over he leaned back against the pillow, sighing deeply, taking the time to think and ponder, wondering what could be so important to wake him up before dawn, have his two guests ready but not him to be sent out to one of the most remote and secluded places on the planet. Was there something serious that required their presence, maybe something with their ship only they could fix? Or was it a trick, a ruse, a way for the military to quietly dispose of them. This very thought had sent a cold shiver down his spine, his whole frame tensing at the mere idea that the military could go to such extremities although deep in his heart he knew it was still a possibility. He was there, lost in his thoughts when a high-pitched ringing came to his ears, a new notification popping on the screen, warning him that the transport vessel should arrive in less than an hour. There was no time to waste. Kicking the blankets away he jumped out of bed, almost running out of his room, finding himself in the pitch-black living room, heading straight for the aliens’ room, almost tripping against something unknown that had been left on the floor. At this moment he couldn’t care less that he was almost naked, only wearing his tight underwear, the cool air of the living room caressing his sensitive fur, causing him to shudder uncontrollably. He entered the room, flinching, grimacing, nostrils flaring and twitching, his senses assaulted by the deeply intertwined scents of the two males. To his own relief he only caught the familiar musk of two guys sharing a room that hadn’t been ventilated in ages, not smelling anything that would indicate any kind of more intimate activities. Yet even that manly fragrance was enough to stir his arousal to life, his sheaths tensing and swelling, his two red tips poking out. Trying to fight his urges he bit his lips, shaking his head and, with a breathing almost completely stopped ventured inside. He arrived near the bed and, despite the lack of light, managed to distinguish the two forms resting on the bed, under the covers , their slow, peaceful breathing filling the silence, punctuated by low rumbles and purrs probably emanating from the dragon. The pose he discovered them into was absolutely adorable, the two were sleeping together, side by side, Nick snuggled tightly against the dragon’s belly, his head resting on the scaly chest while his own arms were wrapped around the dragon’s sides, his entire frame tucked away against the larger male, the large clawed draconic paws keeping him as close as possible. A part of him didn’t want to disturb that lovely, caring embrace, even filling a pang of jealousy creep in his thoughts, whispering at him to leave the room as quietly as possible, contact whoever had requested that meeting and tell him to organize another one at a later date, or even find any kind of excuse to postpone it. Sadly, deep inside he knew there was no negotiating with the military, refusing an order was a guaranteed one-way trip into deep trouble. Bracing himself he reached forward, putting a paw on Nick’s shoulder, the contact of that soft, furless hide sending jolts of delight through his entire arm. He was tempted to just use the opportunity to explore the human body for a bit but quickly shook that devious thought off, instead gently shaking the man while calling his name. After a bit Nick started squirming, grumbling something in his sleep before his eyes fluttered open, glancing in a mix of confusion and surprise at the wolf standing over him. “What’s going on…” he mumbled in a sleepy, barely audible whisper. “Sorry but there’s been a call, someone wants to see you.” Whispered Dereck in return, keeping his voice low to not wake up Lyam. “What for?” grunted Nick, yawning widely, rubbing his heavy eyes with a hand, inadvertently pushing the blanket away, exposing the upper half of his body, revealing that this part of his body was devoid of any clothe. Dereck tensed, surprised, muffing a yelp, his face reddening, not knowing what to do, trying to not show his embarrassment. “S-s-someone… wants to see you, immediately.” “Do you know why?” he signed, slowly pulling away from Lyam’s embrace, raising to a sitting position, the blanket thankfully keeping the lower portion of his body hidden. “N-no I don’t.” admitted Dereck, squirming uncomfortably, “I just know they will come pick you up in less than an hour.” “I guess we don’t have a choice…” he grumbled, stretching and yawning noisily, pushing the bedsheet away as he got out of bed. Instantly Dereck’s cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment, the wolf turning away but it was too late he had seen enough, the vision engraved in his mind forever. The human, that alien male was completely naked, his package on full display, that furtive glance enough to fuel his horniness, his twin shafts engorging, pushing against the front of his boxers. Thankfully the dark room hid most if not all of his predicament, his hands still instinctively rushing down to cover his groin, feeling the two cocks pulse against his pads, fighting the urge to rub them. “Fine, I’m… coming…” let out Nick, poking around in search of something, his clothes maybe. “Should we… wake up Lyam?” he suggested, apprehending that moment quite a bit, even more now that he knew how little clothes he wore, not even mentioning how horny he was. “Good luck with that.” chuckled Nick, apparently successfully finding some clothes, “He’s a heavy sleeper you know that.” “True, I had forgotten.” Sighed Dereck, wondering how he would pull that off. “Are we both needed for that appointment?” interrogated Nick after a few seconds of hesitation. “That’s a fairly good question, I don’t know.” “Can we let him sleep?” offered Nick. “I don’t think that would be an issue.” Hesitantly agreed Dereck. With that said they left the room, Nick making sure Lyam was comfortably nestled in the bed before quietly joining him in the kitchen. Once they’re his embarrassment only grew, reaching new heights when he realized that the human was in a similar attire, wearing only a pair of black boxers, the rest of his body exposed to the elements. Unlike him however Nick wasn’t sporting two giant, throbbing boners threatening to tear apart his boxers at any second, a part of him, a small devious voice he was trying his hardest to suppress constantly nagging at him, encouraging him to take that step forward and indulge in this burning desire he always ignored. Seeing the man in so little clothes awoke, brought back to the surface memories, images he had done everything to burry in the deepest, darkest depth of his mind, offering him a perfect view of what was beneath that thin barrier of fabric. After what he had seen not too long ago he couldn’t help but imagine him naked, almost able to see him without his clothes. However. However, despite his struggle to control his raging lust the next hour went smoothly, the two enjoying a nice breakfast, remaining rather quiet, both to not bother Lyam and due to the slight discomfort they both felt seeing the other like this, the two of them avoiding direct eye contact. Even though they were shy with each other Dereck couldn’t help but sneakily glance at the man before him, his fur bristling and raising in return each time he felt Nick’s gaze upon him. Unlike Lyam’s devious and ravenous gaze that wanted nothing but to strip him naked Nick seemed more curious in a genuine way, just exploring his exposed body, noting every detail, making him feel a bit embarrassed but not in the same way. Instead of hiding from the wandering pair of eyes strolling over his chest he felt more at ease, almost tempted to show off, maybe take a pose or something like that. In the end however he did no such thing, remaining calm and collected, keeping his still blazing arousal, his hard cocks bobbing in the air hidden from view. Exactly one hour later someone came knocking at the door, the group of soldiers he saw behind the door fine with having to handle only one alien and leaving promptly. Now alone, at least for now, he sat in the couch after making sure Lyam was still sound asleep, wandering what he would do now. And here he was now, hours later, still on that same sofa, in the same underwear, emerging from a deep slumber. He had most certainly dozed off while sitting there, catching on the missing hours of sleep he had accumulated and indeed he felt well rested, ready for a new day. Checking the nearby clock he was struck by the realization that he had more than rested a little, in fact it was now two hours past noon. Instinctively his attention went toward the room, finding the door closed in exactly the same state he had left it so many hours ago, as if nothing had moved or happened, as if Lyam was still sleeping. Remaining quiet he tried to listen, expecting to hear something coming from behind that closed door. Yet, even after a long minute or two of waiting he couldn’t make out anything. Allowing himself a deep sigh of relief he leaned back against the couch, now pondering what he could do with the rest of this day. He wasn’t particularly hungry nor did he necessarily feel in a hurry to do anything, even dressing up didn’t seem to be that important, even though there was potentially a horny dragon waiting behind the door. After a while just sitting there doing nothing and after checking his messages hoping he would have received any, he decided that he could use a warm, relaxing shower. He got up and went back to his room, grabbing new clothes and a towel. On his way back to the living room his eyes inadvertently drifted toward the tablet resting next to his bed, not needing to check the cameras to know what he would see: that same message ‘Connection lost.’ He had stopped bothering with the spy cams after his last misadventure around a week ago, the surveillance division unwilling to install new ones knowing how expensive this kind of equipment was. Besides, for what little results they yielded it wasn’t worth replacing them and so he just left the last set in their room, for good measure. Back in the living room he sat back on the couch, dropping the pile of clothes next to him, once again going over what had happened just a week before, the only viable recording those cursed cameras had captured. Simply thinking about what happened that fateful day caused him to tremble in a mix of uncontrolled arousal and shame. He couldn’t curse, scold himself enough for falling prey to his urges and giving into them so easily, even more for getting his rocks off by spying on the two men doing it in the next room. Yet, whatever he did to deny or pretend nothing had happened it still did, and his body remembered it all too well. He recalled like it was yesterday how aroused the scene had made him, how horny and craving he was while they were having sex, wanting to join them, aching for some pleasure of hit own. Then there was that moment where he pulled out that large toy he hadn’t used in a long time, how good it felt inside him, how much it filled him, wishing it was a real cock instead of some lifeless rubber, only making him more needy and itching for some time with another man. It had actually been so pleasant that he had kept and used that toy many times over since that day, looking at that impromptu porn show that he had preserved for his personal use only, hating himself and loving it in equal measures. Finally there was that big finally, how he had involuntarily knotted himself, earning one of, if not the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. The wave of pleasure that washed over him had been so powerful that his brain had gone completely blank for a while, frozen on that instant of pleasure that for him lasted an eternity. When he came down, still impaled on the sizeable toy it was to discover how much of a mess he had made. There was cm everywhere, on the bed, on himself, on the ground before him, even on his nightstand and, the peak of the mess, all over the tablet’s screen. Rushing to clean it, praying he had not damaged it he noticed that the two were at last done, every hole of the dragon’s nether region oozing with cum, the two satisfied men cuddling lovingly, relaxing after their intense session. Then, out of nowhere cameras had begun failing, their displays becoming blurry, unstable, the image freezing or jumping for unknown reasons before going completely dark. He helplessly watched while every camera suffered the same fate, only leaving behind that so familiar warning message until there was only one left. His eyes snapped open, head shaking vigorously to clear his thoughts, that last image he had seen still flashing before him, not wanting to go away, bothering him like a pesky fly, coming back to haunt him even in his sleep. There was no escaping what he had seen, even less now that he had watched the recording multiple times. He tried to keep his line of thoughts clear yet he was fighting a losing battle, fully aware that it was already too late. His gaze travelled down, stopping on his underwear, sending him an image he had grown used to. His whole frame quaked, shaken by a surge of desire; his twin cocks hard and throbbing, already coating the strained material in his clear, musky lubricant. His eyes rolled back as a paw reached down to caress his two members, eliciting a soft coo from him, their warmth radiating through the clothes, tickling his pads in a very pleasant way. He had to face it, and in fact had come to admit that these two unknown strangers were having more than a little effect on him, an effect only a few before had triggered and that, at some points of his life, had been the source of some trouble. These two stirred the most carnal and wild part of him, a side he always tried to keep behind locks and keys, a fragment of his being that had that burning, lustful crave that ached to be satisfied. To be honest it had been a while since the last time he had felt so needy, having managed to isolate and silence that part of him, but now it was out and not willing to go down quietly. However, even though these two rather handsome and enjoyable aliens were causing him all kinds of internal troubles and struggles he had managed to remain mostly calm and collected, his job made easier by what he had caught on the spy cameras. Not willing to indulge in his burning, pressing needs, he had tried in other ways to obtain the samples that had been demanded of him. Unfortunately all his attempts seemed to end in failure. He had tried to recover semen from their bedsheet or any other object they may have stained with it but each time to no avail, the results coming back negative, either contaminated or unidentifiable or with an insufficient quantity to be exploited. The same story had happened for blood samples, Lyam rarely injured himself or bled in any way, his scales were way too tough for their needles as one agent had found out, and whenever he would cut himself which happened once or twice, the son of a dragon would heal in a blink of an eye, preventing a single drop of the precious red liquid from spilling out. He had reported these issues to his mother, reminding her countless time that he was having trouble collecting those cursed samples but she didn’t seem bothered the slightest, instead asking him to be more… creative and maybe to think outside the box, leading him to wonder if she wasn’t just trying to push him in their arms, and in their bed. Unfortunately, at this moment in time he was at a loss, desperate for any alternate solution, hoping to find another way out, yet there seemed to be none, this outcome always coming back to him, imposing itself to him. He sighed deeply, slowly fondling his two sizeable erections through his tented boxers. He was there, lost in his thoughts when the door behind slid open with a muffed hiss, this barely audible sound going unnoticed, unlike what came right after, a familiar sound of claws clicking on the floor. His mind switched, mode, pulling him out of his ocean of thoughts on which he was wandering, bringing him back to reality. His paw rapidly left his itching groin, hiding a slight grimace of frustration as he glanced over his shoulder. Lyam was there, standing on wobbly paws, glancing around at the room with hazy half-lidded eyes. “Hey there.” Saluted Dereck, trying to act as natural as possible, hoping the dragon wouldn’t see anything. “Hi…” mumbled Lyam in a sleepy tone, yawning widely, unveiling rows of sharp, glistening fangs that made Dereck tense. “Have you slept well?” “I did,” replied Lyam, taking a step forward, “though I think I seriously overslept, I feel like I’m weighing an extra tone or something.” “You sure did,” chuckled the amused, though slightly nervous wolf. “Hey, do you have an idea of where Nick is? He wasn’t in bed with me and I don’t see nor hear him.” Enquired the dragon, fully stepping into the living room, still scanning his surroundings, sounding and looking worried. “Yeah, he went out earlier today.” “Out? But.. why? How?” gasped Lyam in utter confusion. “Well I got a call early in the morning saying that you were summoned to a meeting of some sort.” “I-I see… but… in that case why am I still here?” “Well we didn’t want to wake you up, besides it appeared that one of you was enough.” “Oh… that’s very… very kind of both of you although I wish I had gone with Nick. Do you know when he will be coming back?” disappointedly sighed Lyam, tail lowered to the ground. “No worries he should be back before nightfall.” Reassured Dereck, unsure if leaving Lyam to rest was such a good idea after all. “That’s good to hear!” chirped Lyam, a glimmer of joy and relief glinting in his amber irises. At his words Lyam stepped closer to him, resting his snout on the couch next to him. “So, what do we do now?” “I-I don’t know…” mumbled Dereck as he twitched nervously, trying his best to leave some distance between him and the more often than not horny creature, “I don’t have anything planned for the day.” “I see that.” Chuckled the dragon while he suspiciously glanced at him, his curious, devious gaze wandering around his almost naked form. “What do you mean?” he gasped, trying to keep his engorged shafts out of sight. “Well, judging by how late it is, the fact that you… are not wearing much clothes and sitting in the couch all are pretty clear indications that you don’t plan to go out today.” Giggled Lyam, using this unexpected opportunity to meticulously observe the wolf. Dereck was tenser than a rope, his whole body stiff like a wooden plank, so nervous and antsy he couldn’t help the trembling rattling his bones. He couldn’t evade the dragon’s curious, intrigued and equally hungry gaze roaming over his body, making him feel a sudden spike of heat wherever these glowing eyes stopped. There was no way out anymore, Lyam too close for comfort while he was just sitting there, defenseless, exposed, with little to no hope of escaping this predicament, which seemed to be to a very specific part of his body’s liking. “A-are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something?” he suggested, hoping that would distract Lyam long enough for him to slip away, trying to sound as normal and unaffected by Lyam’s behavior. “Thanks for the offer but I’m not hungry.” Politely responded Lyam, eyes still glued to his naked form, not looking away for a single second, “Well… not that kind of hungry…” he added in a whisper so low, so barely audible that he wasn’t sure he had heard correctly or if it wasn’t his lust-addled mind playing tricks to him, finding new ways to bring him to lower his defenses. He gulped down, a cold sweat running down his spine, his heart drumming in his chest, slowly backing away from the dragon. “What do you mean?” gasped the panicking wolf, Lyam remaining perfectly immobile, eyes homed onto his strained boxers on which a large wet patch had steadily grown over the past minutes. The dragon threw him a playful smirk, his eyes shining with a devious glow. “Don’t play fool with me, we both know what I’m talking about.” “But… but you’re… you’re mated…” stammered Dereck, left speechless by this creature’s bold and straightforward answer, “you shouldn’t be doing that… that kind of things… or at least I think you shouldn’t.” he protested, struck by the realization that he didn’t know any of these aliens’ custom in regards to relationships. Maybe that kind of stuff was common for them? How could he tell? In fact Lyam didn’t seem at all concerned by what he had just said, shrugging it off as if it was nothing. Dereck didn’t know what to say, a part of him wanting to accept the dragon’s not so subtle offer, the other tugging at him, holding him back, preventing him from doing something he would probably regret. “That is true… but… from what I see down there I’d say you’re a bit… hungry too.” Chuckled the dragon, nodding at his groin, the wolf tensing as another burst of pre soaked his underwear. His face reddened, his cheeks flushed crimson red with embarrassment, nervously twitching on the couch as his paws rushed down in a vain attempt to hide his prominent boners. “That’s… very… embarrassing.” He mumbled shyly, “I-I just had a dream… you know… a… very good dream…” “A very good… and wet one indeed.” Giggled Lyam, his tongue dashing over his lips, nostrils flared, probably catching whiffs of the strong wolf musk. “Look… I think its better that you wait for Nick ok, until then I’ll… I’ll leave you alone; if you want I can even offer you some… some porn if you’d like to… take care of your hunger… as you call it.” He gasped, managing to get a hold of himself and jump from the couch, grimacing slightly when his stiff members bobbed in the air, the bulge in his underwear so large there was no way he could hide it. Lyam raised an eyebrow, as if interested by his offer, or at the very least surprised, his tail tip swishing from side to side. He was relieved, freedom mere inches away, he would just go browse the web for something Lyam would like then he would quickly vanish out of sight, bringing this awkward talk to an end. However, it quickly appeared the other male had other plans in mind. “That’s a very kind offer but I think I’ll pass,” let out Lyam while Dereck desperately searched for the keyboard that seemed to have disappeared overnight, “besides I don’t want to stop that pleasant conversation.” He purred, Dereck sensing the heavy gaze on his back. He gulped down, frozen solid in his current position, a large lump forming in his throat, watching his escape vanish before his very eyes. Yet, despite the mounting anxiety he was feeling he tried to remain as calm as possible. “So… what do you want to do then?” questioned the wolf, staring at the wall. “Well… I think we both know the answer to that question.” Only sniggered Lyam. Dereck nodded, shaking from head to toe, not knowing what to do. On one hand it was an unexpected opportunity to both, collect the samples he needed while also having some fun, yet on the other hand he didn’t want to cause turmoil in these two’s relationship, not even taking into account how afraid he was to get involved in such fun with aliens. “Actually, I don’t recall saying I was interested.” He snorted, trying to act unaffected although it was made more difficult by the two large shafts trapped in his tightening underwear. “No… indeed you didn’t, well not orally at least.” Chuckled Lyam in response, looking at him with a meaningful gaze. “Don’t get any ideas!” he exclaimed, awestruck, “I told you I just had a very… arousing dream.” “That must happen a lot then.” These words had the effect of a bomb, a cold wind washed over him, his legs wobbled below him, all colors drained from his face. He felt like he was about to fall or to faint, gripping the nearby furniture to steady himself. To his own disbelief Lyam seemed fully aware of his predicament, knowing how aroused the two of them had him since they day they had entered his life, knowing how, on more of one occasion he had almost made a fool of himself in their company, and how sometimes he just couldn’t hold it in. “Thought so.” Snickered the devious dragon, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Wait, let’s not jump to conclusions.” He stammered, feeling how trapped he was, stuck in this situation with no way out of it, “I’m… I’m horny…” he admitted reluctantly, “but don’t be mistaken it doesn’t have anything to do with you, it’s just… it’s.. it’s been a while.” He let out in a halfhearted way, ashamed of admitting how needy he was to another man. “Pent up?” enquired Lyam in a surprisingly understanding and kind tone. Dereck only quietly nodded in response, his twin cocks squirting more of their warm fluids as if to prove his point. “I know that feeling very well.” Cooed the dragon in a comforting tone, offering him a heart-warming smile that seemed to alleviate his tension just a bit, “I get called horny quite a bit… for good reasons I guess.” He added with an amused giggle. This last couple of words had him on the edge again, fearing the worst, “How about we… help each other out?” offered Lyam with that same, bone-chilling mischievous smirk. “What… what do you have in mind?” gasped Dereck, coming to the terrible realization that he was trapped, exactly where Lyam wanted him, all ways out of this situation closing before his very eyes. “I can’t deny I’m a bit pent-up as well so what do we say we lend each other a hand.” Offered Lyam, his devious smile growing wider as he widened his stance a little, offering him a hint of something long, thick and hard bobbing between his hindlegs. Dereck’s jaw dropped, eyes bulging wide in shock, his two shafts throbbing and squirting with renewed vigor upon witnessing that furtive glance, lust blooming in his veins as he gazed upon Lyam’s maleness, his burning desire skyrocketing, clouding his thoughts, flooding his brain with very appealing images of that thick, ridged member. “I take that as a yes.” Purred Lyam, proud of himself, exposing his cock fully, adopting an enticing pose before the horny male. Dereck was at a loss for word, struggling to keep a hold of himself, fighting the boiling urge to get on all four and give in to the sight and smell of that gorgeous rod of thick pulsing flesh. “What?” he mumbled, having a hard time keeping his thoughts from drifting in all directions, “hold on a second, I never said yes.” He energetically protested. “Your mouth says so, but your body says a completely different story.” Sniggered the devious dragon. Immediately Dereck’s paws rushed down to hide his drenched boxers but it was pointless, they were too tented and messy to hide anything, the air so thick with his own musk anybody would have been able to smell him from miles away. “Look… I’m… I’m just really pent-up so… it’s… it’s pretty easy to get me worked up in that state so… don’t… don’t assume anything based on what you see ok.” “Oh I have other… indications that tell me that it is more than just a one time thing.” Hearing this left Dereck in a state of utter embarrassment and panic, the shock of learning that Lyam knew how along freezing him on the spot, his body refusing to move, no word managing to slip out of his gaping maw, his brain so confused it seemed to have lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. For a second he doubted, questioning, doubting whether Lyam knew it or if he had just thrown a random guess to see the effect it would have on him. But that broad, knowing smile plastered over Lyam’s face told him, deep in his guts that Lyam was serious. Quietly he walked back to the couch, sensing the burning gaze of the dragon glued to him as he sat back, avoiding direct eye contact with him, instead bowing his head down and looking at his own paws, and his completely drenched underwear. “H-how… how long…” “How long have I known about it? Quite some time really.” Casually replied Lyam, coming closer, sitting next to him, “In fact I found out on our first day here, I mean you did quite a mess in our room.” Dereck’s body quaked, recalling his first venture in the room of his two guests after their first, very heated night, remembering this embarrassing moment where, unable to hold back any longer he had spilled his load in a used towel. “How… how did you find out?” he enquired, guilty but still curious. “As said, you made a big mess in our room.” “But… but I cleaned.” “Not thoroughly enough.” Chuckled Lyam. “Fuck…” he sighed, mortified by his own mistake. “And you also left a… calling card of some sort.” Added Lyam. “What do you mean?” “Your scent; you have a very peculiar and unique fragrance that is very… easy to identify.” Explained the dragon as he took a deep breath in the musk-filled air, his entire body shuddering when he caught that appealing smell floating in the room. Dereck remained quiet, head bowed down like a kid caught doing something bad, a crimson red hue covering his cheeks, his ears dropped as low as possible. “That… that wasn’t on purpose.” “I know… and I also know it’s not the first time you got in a bit… excited around us.” Added Lyam, rubbing salt on the wounds. “Don’t tell me…” “Yes your smell gives you away every time. Besides you’re not the most discreet one when you’re having a bit of a boner.” Each word spoken by the dragon dragged him deeper and deeper in a pit of his own shame and embarrassment, reliving each such uncomfortable events he had experienced in the past, most of them of his own doing. “S-sorry about that…” he weakly apologized, not daring to look at the dragon, “I know I should control myself… I-I don’t want to interfere or cause trouble.” He stammered shamefully. “I never said I minded.” “Excuse me?!” “You heard me right.” Chuckled Lyam, “If it was bothering me in any way I would have told you already. Not to mention I wouldn’t be teasing you so much if I wasn’t liking it.” “Wait so you were doing all of these things on purpose?” gasped Dereck, connecting all the dots, understanding the devious, twisted scheme this lustful dragon had devised. “Why so surprised? Don’t tell me you didn’t see that coming?” “Well… I mean I did but… you’re from another world entirely so I don’t know what to make of your behavior.” “That is a pretty good point.” Admitted Lyam, sounding truly surprised by the comment, “I had not thought of it from that angle. Perhaps I need to be… less subtle.” “You weren’t very subtle in the first place.” Snorted Dereck, recalling all those times he had spotted the dragon in an enticing pose, each time unsure if it was meant for him or not, but now he knew the answer. Though he now knew what this cunning creature was up to and what he wanted from him he didn’t know what to do from there. It was the best opportunity he could have ever hoped for in order to complete his mission while also having a great time yet, despite his burning needs pressing him to accept the earlier offer the dragon had made he still held back, not wanting to submit to his desire. He was tormented by this offer, torn between two sides, on one hand wanting wholeheartedly to accept and let his carnal lust take over but on the other hand he was still reluctant, not wanting to get in troubles. He was tempted to wait for Nick and ask him directly if this whole thing was ok for him, but who knew when he would come back and he desperately needed relief now. And now to make it worse with Lyam right next to him he had no other choice but to breath in deeply in that potent, dazzling musk of his, the overpowering aroma flooding his system, overwhelming his already weakened defenses, pushing him closer to the pit of desire he had held back for too long. “Oh by the way I never got to ask you.” Suddenly exclaimed Lyam, bringing him back to the reality. “What is it?” he mumbled, confused, experiencing troubles to remain focused. “Have you enjoyed my… little present?” “A present? What present? What are you talking about?” he interrogated, puzzled by the question, even though deep inside he knew what the dragon was referring to. “Come on, stop playing ignorant.” Huffed Lyam, “I’m talking about what your cameras recorded.” “Hold on… you knew about the cameras?” “I did, spotted them every time… well almost every time.” Chirped Lyam proudly. “Were you the one frying them to?” “Yes that was me.” Proudly replied Lyam, causing the wolf to grimace, “Sorry but, as horny and lewd as I may be I still value my privacy.” “I wouldn’t have expected that from you…” muttered Dereck, “Then… why?” “Why you were able to see it all happen this time?” Dereck nodded, puzzled, all his attention focused entirely on Lyam and his lustful expression, this malicious glint in his amber eyes becoming quite scary. “Well I have to admit it wasn’t planned… at first at least.” Let out Lyam, his grin growing wider with every word. “I’m not sure I understand…” stammered Dereck, his confusion reaching to new heights, wondering why the dragon left this window in their privacy open, was it on purpose, or a stupid accident? “Let’s just say I got caught up in the moment and forgot to check for new cameras.” Explained Lyam calmly, though Dereck could see how he twitched and squirmed nervously, appearing somewhat embarrassed, or maybe ashamed. “Hold on so… so you mean… this… this was a mistake?” gasped Dereck, grossed out, hating himself for having spied on the unaware couple. “Well… yes and no… I indeed missed the cameras at first and after… well I got caught up in the moment.” Giggled Lyam amusingly, “I have to admit that whoever set up those did a far better job this time.” Dereck shrugged, a bit hurt by the comment. “And then?” he asked, curious to know what came. “I eventually discovered one but decided to keep them on, I mean no point in hiding now that you had seen us.” Chuckled the dragon, throwing him a pervert look. “I… I wasn’t… I wasn’t watching…” protested Dereck, blushing profusely, becoming so red it could as well have been his natural fur color. “You know you have that in common with Nick, you’re not a good liar, even more when it comes to that…” purred Lyam, nodding at his so wet and strained boxers they barely hid anything. “Walls are pretty thin around here, I heard you complain about that very fact more than enough to remember it and… well I did hear you.” At these words Dereck’s face shifted again, becoming a pale white, his ears dropping and his heartbeats almost stopping in shock. “I have sharp senses,” added Lyam, “and from what I heard we weren’t the only ones enjoying ourselves.” He continued with a low, enticing purr. Dereck only bowed his head down, forced to gaze down at his own mess, having to admit he enjoyed the cursed gift Lyam had left him. Suddenly an image sprang back from the depth of his memory, a picture, a vision he had tried for the longest time to erase materialized before his very eyes. He could see, as if he was still seeing it for the first time that last frame captured by the cameras. Just thinking about had him shivering uncontrollably, recalling the expression on Lyam’s face in that exact instant, that broad elated smile and that look, that gaze, the expression in those eyes as they stared at the camera, clouded with lust but still saying something else. At first he had thought it was just a coincidence, that Lyam just happened to look in the right direction but now, now that he saw these events under a new light his perspective had changed, now he knew what that look meant, and above all, who it was meant for. Understanding the true meaning behind that image only caused him to tremble even more, a sentence now spinning in his head, echoing endlessly in his blanking mind. 3If you want some, come get it.” He grimaced, pressing both paws to his utterly drenched underwear, the soaked piece of clothes now only serving to make him more and more uncomfortable. “Seems I was right after all, you are truly interested.” Cooed Lyam, not hiding his own interest in that matter, glancing hungrily at the ashamed wolf. “Look… I’m not saying that you’re not… handsome… and… hot…” huffed Dereck through gritted teeth, fighting back the desire to rip his clothes to shreds and paw off right there and then, “But it’s just… been so long since the last time I’ve had some fun with… someone that I’m just… really easy to turn on, so don’t get any ideas.” “You can try to find all the excuses you want but in the end the result is still the same.” Sniggered Lyam, noisily licking his lips in anticipation. “I just have one question.” Let out Dereck after a long, heavy silence, trying to ignore his own boiling lust fueled by a strong scent floating in the air. “Sure, go ahead.” “Was it you who shut down the cameras afterward?” “Of course, as I said before I still value my privacy, and I think you had seen more than enough don’t you agree? Besides, why would I continue to show you when you just needed a bit of an… incentive.” “An incentive?” mumbled Dereck, speechless, struggling to keep his mind clear and focused. “An invitation of sorts. A way to tell you that, if you want more you gotta come and get it.” Murmured Lyam in his ear. The sound of that honeyed voice, purring and rumbling deep in his ear both terrified and aroused him greatly, his body tensing, his cocks stiffening at the mere sound of that soft whispering tone. Unknown to him Lyam had gotten closer, one step after the other until he was standing next to him, both forepaws resting on the couch, his neck extended, his snout almost resting on his shoulder. He froze, not expecting this move, wanting to flea yet his body remained unresponsive, perfectly immobile, at the mercy of the horny dragon next to him. “Yet you seem to be a bit more… resilient than I thought. I expected you to take that opportunity but no, you preferred to stay away and enjoy my little present. Perhaps I need to be a bit more… straightforward.” Rumbled Lyam, his voice deepening, his eyes blazing with desire. Before Dereck could react a large, clawed paw had reached forward, resting on his groin, slowly, sensually rubbing his twin members through the warm, wet cage of his underwear. He flinched, gritted his teeth and curled his toes, trying to resist the sensual contact but he couldn’t muffle the moan that slipped between his tightly shut jaws. His body acted like it had a mind of its own, pressing against the soft, scaly paw, grinding his two shafts against its smooth surface, eliciting new lustful moans and jolts of pleasure. “Sensitive aren’t we…” chuckled Lyam, enjoying the moment, groping, squeezing and fondling that sizeable bulge, savoring the warmth, the wetness that seeped under his scales, taking deep inhales in that strong, spicy wolf musk. Dereck couldn’t resist, his attempts to fight back remaining futile, his body already submitting to the touch, lust rushing through his veins, flooding his mind, bringing a delightful warmth to every part of his body, clouding his thoughts, encouraging him to just abandon and let himself be swept away by the tide of pleasure. Not helping was that smell radiating from the dragon, impregnating the air with a potent, manly fragrance that made his head spin and his eye blurry, only furthering his desire, his need for it. Down below his members were pulsing eagerly, squirting so much pre that it began leaking through the fabric, dripping on the couch below when it wasn’t collected by Lyam’s paw to smear all over his groin. The dragon was definitely enjoying himself, growling and cooing excitedly, applying a bit more pressure, giving slightly stronger squeezes. By that point Dereck couldn’t hold back his loud moans and groans, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, his breath growing shallow and irregular while his heart pounded faster and faster in his chest. “Looks like someone is really pent-up.” Murmured Lyam in that same enticing tone, giving his neck a soft nibble that sent jolts of pleasure down his spine, “How about you get out of those pesky, messy underwear for me.” Added Lyam, tracing along his tented boxers with a claw, “After all… You’ve seen me… It’s only fair that I get to see you fully.” Dereck only groaned in return, too aroused to think, to hesitate, every coherent thought pushed to the side, replaced by the all-consuming need, the need to breed, the crave for sex. Slowly his trembling paws reached down right as Lyam pulled away, his shaky claws latching around the elastic waistband and pulling it down, feeling the wet and sticky fabric slide down. He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when his two cocks were finally freed of the tight prison of his clothes, admittedly preferring to have them out. “Oh my, that’s quite a package you have there.” Growled Lyam, the dragon shuddering in excitement, his snout already lowering to examine them from up close, “I knew you had something juicy hidden in there but that’s far better than everything I imagined.” Dereck blushed from the compliment, his heart swelling with pride, his gaze lowering to discover Lyam, leaning over to his side, scrutinizing his twin rods with a ravenous expression. He looked curious, intrigued, but above all he was horny, wanting those two appealing members to himself as he lowered himself even more. Hot air billowed over his sensitive flesh, causing more pre to squirt out from his tips, drizzling down his red shafts. His two members throbbed and bobbed before the hungry dragon’s snout, his breathing quickening with each whiff of that potent musk he took, thick saliva gathering at the corner of his parted maw. His long, agile tongue slowly slithered out, wiggling over his groin before finally making contact. The sensation of the hot, slimy appendage brushing against his cocks triggered a surge of pleasure, his back arching as a loud cry of pure pleasure burst from his mouth. Pre spurted from his two dicks, splashing on the scaly snout hovering mere inches away from his maleness. “Very sensitive…” purred Lyam, his tongue trailing down one of his shaft. The shape, the taste, the heat, everything was different, unlike anything he had played with before and he was intent on exploring all of it. His smooth, slick, skilful tongue traced lower and lowers, coiling around one of his shafts, giving it a gentle squeeze, watching as a new bead of precum oozed out and trickled down the throbbing length. Dereck was in heaven, just leaning back and enjoying, adoring the dragon’s treatment, feeling how curious and eager he was, and how good it felt. Low growls filled the silent room while the dragon continued on his way down the wolf dick, the tip of his tongue poking and prodding at the sheath at the base, seeming intrigued, as if he had never seen one before. Yet that didn’t seem to bother him too much, quickly going back to his earlier ministration. The embrace of his hot appendage grew tighter around his cock, holding his shaft in a warm, slippery cocoon as it began moving up and down, stroking his sensitive flesh in a new, unfathomed way. Dereck could only watch, moaning and panting, unable to move, surrendering himself fully to the dragon and loving it, already feeling so close although they had barely started, the pressure welling up in his loins so quickly he feared he would blow at any moment, spoiling the fun way too early. Lyam however didn’t seem to notice, or maybe didn’t care, continuing to use his tongue to masturbate the wolf, savoring the salty flavor of the pre that oozed and dripped on his tongue. The scent of the furred male was intoxicating, filing his twitching nostrils, slowly but surely hazing his mind, his vision becoming a blur in which only the two pulsing cocks mattered. The combination of the scent, taste and heat were enough to have him hard as a rock, his cock bobbing and bouncing between his hindlegs, slapping his belly with each throb, pre dripping at a steady pace from the tip. Dereck suddenly tensed, eyes bulging wide when, after a few minutes of this blissful treatment he saw Lyam lower himself a bit more, parting his jaws open and guiding one of his members inside the warm confines of his oral cavity. A searing heat enveloped his member as his length was bathed in the draconic saliva, jets of pre hitting the back of this hungry maw. His toes curled again, pleasure rushing through him, like molten lava flowing in his veins, his back arching and his hips thrusting upward, thrusting himself deeper inside Lyam’s mouth while his other cock limply slid along those smooth scales, leaving a clear trail of pre behind. Yet Lyam was only getting started, his tongue reaching out and wrapping itself around his second dick, lining it up with the first one. Dereck watched in dismay as his other member vanished, swallowed in the depth of Lyam’s mouth, the same heated embrace surrounding it, doubling the already mind-shattering bliss pumping inside him. His two cocks found themselves pressed against one another, cradled by that slithering tongue, the sensation of the two shafts brushing together causing little tingles of pleasure to erupt from his over stimulated groin. Having one cock sucked was already a pleasant experience he had done on many occasions, the two at the same time was something entirely different, and much better. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the surge of pleasure rushing through him, not wanting it to end too early, holding still as much as possible for Lyam to work his magic. And he didn’t need to be told twice, already bobbing his head up and down the two shaft buried deep in his maw, lips, his tongue slathering them and his sheath in warm saliva while he happily suckled on the two throbbing cocks. His loud moans and Lyam’s muffled, lustful growls and huffs intertwined in the quiet room, forming a lustful melody for all to hear. Soon another sound added itself, blending in the mix quite nicely, a noise that send delightful shivers down his spine. Lyam happily guzzled down all the pre that leaked out of the two wolf cocks, savoring the salt taste they carried, familiar yet so different from what he was used to, eagerly lapping away every drop that came out, the clear substance disappearing in the depth of his throat. Meanwhile Dereck was fighting a losing battle, trying to hold back the tide of pleasure forming deep inside him, his balls so heavy and full of warm, fertile cum aching to be released plused in time with his heartbeats. Lyam had him right over the edge, the loud suckling noises he made only fueling his bliss even more as he continued, picking up the pace. Bursts of pleasure shot from his cocks, flooding his body with so much pleasure he felt like drowning in it, that tongue pressing all the buttons to bring him to one hell of a climax. The dragon didn’t hold back a single second, going faster and faster on his cock, licking, massaging and sucking them at the same time with such ruthlessness there was no way he could hold back any longer. And Lyam knew it, wanting it, craving for it, noticing the taste of cum in the stream of pre gushing out of the two tips, knowing how close the wolf was. For a second he hesitated, should he go ahead, give that extra push needed for this big furry guy to release all that pent-up lust, or should he hold back, just a bit. Suddenly Dereck let out a surprisingly loud howl of pleasure, thrusting upward, burying Lyam’s snout in his furry package right as his two, bulbous knots slipped out of their protective sheaths, pre gushing with renewed vigor inside him, pooling and leaking out of his overflowing maw. The wolf was right on the edge, moaning from the top of his lungs, ready to paint the inside of his maw white at any moment, his hazy, unfocused eyes glued to him, waiting for him to take that final step for him to reach his peak. With a devious grin Lyam froze, waiting a few long, blissfully long seconds before slowly pulling out, the two stiff members slipping out of his maw, standing proudly in the open, glimmering in the light, coated in a thin layer of saliva and pre, quaking with each powerful throb while they spilled copious amounts of fluids everywhere. He observed quietly, only leaking his lips at the sight of those two juicy cocks, just standing there begging to be played with. “W-w-what… but… why?” stammered Dereck, abruptly pulled out of his lust-addled state. “Can’t risk you going limp on me can I.” only replied Lyam before getting up. “No… no worries… I’m so pent up I could go for hours.” Mumbled the blushing wolf, turning away when he realized what he had just said, ashamed of admitting how horny he truly was. “I’m not taking any chances.” Retorted Lyam, “If you wanna cum you’ll have to earn it.” He added with a deep, rumbled growl as he got up on his hindpaws, resting his forepaws on each side of the confused wolf’s head. “What?!” mumbled Dereck, awestruck and panicked left speechless by the dominant behavior of the dragon towering over him. “If you want to release all that tension that I feel inside you, you’ll have to pleasure me first.” Rumbled Lyam, lowering his snout to his level, “You make me cum, you get to cum. Sounds like a deal to you?” Dereck remained quiet, maw gaping open, no word coming out, his brain blanking out of shock. He had not expected such turn of events nor had he ever thought Lyam to be the dominant, controlling type yet anyway he was more than loving it, the thrill of this big, feral dragon taking charge making him harder and needier than ever. Above him Lyam was grinning, enthralled by how much the attitude of the wolf had changed now that he was on top, the man willing to submit to his every whims, just waiting for a command, his tail wagging impatiently, excitedly even. “You’re in luck cause I brought you a treat.” He chuckled, getting carried away, watching as Dereck’s eyes lit up with arousal and joy, “I have a big bone for you to crew on.” He added. Dereck let out a surprised gasp, tensing when he felt something hard, something smooth, something hot and slippery poke at his belly. A wave of musk assaulted his nostrils, causing his nose to twitch uncontrollably, taking a deep inhale in the moist air full of draconic scents. His eyes darted down, coming face to face with probably the largest cock he had ever seen attached to a living being. The mere sight of it had him gulping down in a mix of fear and hunger, on one hand unsure he would be able to handle it, on the other wanting to try anyway. To his own dismay even the most pragmatic and rational part of him were pushing him in that direction now, seeing the once in a lifetime opportunity to get the samples he needed. “Come on, what are you waiting for? This cock isn’t gonna suck itself, just like yours.” Growled Lyam in an equally teasing and impatient tone, rubbing his wet tip against Dereck’s fur. Even without this last encouragement, even without that incentive he would have done it anyway, too far gone to turn back now, having waited too long to refuse such an offer. His paws reached out on their own, wrapping around the large cock throbbing before him it’s sheer warmth seeping beneath his skin, spreading inside him. With only a low growl coming from the dragon he began fondling that large, ridged length, stroking it from tip to bottom, sliding along the flared protrusions, all the way down to the bulbous knot already engorging in preparation for what was to come. He couldn’t take his eyes off the large pulsing shaft, watching every throb, every drop of precum that oozed out, how the ridges flared in response to his every caress, his paws happily exploring further. Low growls and coos echoed over his head, Lyam shivering and thrusting his hips in answer, urging him to continue, to do more, and he knew what he had to do. Without losing his grip on the dragon’s member Dereck wiggled his way down under the intrigued and amused glow of those two amber eyes, finding himself kneeling down before Lyam’s hindquarter. From this new angle the dragon appeared much bigger and much more dominant, giving him a feeling of being somewhat small in comparison. His paws kept rubbing and stroking the hard draconic cock teasing the ridged underside with one while the other squeezed the base, massaging the large knot. Lyam up above was in bliss, maw agape, tongue lolling out on the side of his maw, his hazy eyes looking at the ceiling without seeing it, a delightful lust feeling his brain, making all complex thinking nearly impossible, leaving only that naked wolf taking care of him. Those padded paws felt wonderful around his dick, the man they belonged to showing a certain dexterity, his technique making it clear it wasn’t his first time, finding with ease which button to press to make him moan. His legs trembled, wobbling below him, weakening with each tremor of pleasure his skilled paws offered him, his cock throbbing and twitching in response as it squirted pre at a near constant rate, the stream covering the wolf paws, arms and chest in his smell, a fragrance that he would be wearing for some time at the rate things were going. Dereck had his mind entirely focused on the task at hand, his gaze, his every thought homed on the big cock mere inches away from his face, the smell emanating from it intoxicating, sending him in an irresistible lust frenzy, wanting to suck on it, to swallow it all, to drink all the cum to the last drop. However, there was always that painful reminder coming from down below, nagging at him, always coming back, the kind of annoying itch that never goes away until one scratches it. The earlier teasing by that sweet warm maw combined with the thick scent surrounding him had left him on edge, the urge to touch himself only growing more pressing with each second without any attention given to his twin dicks. He knew exactly what to do. Taking a deep breath he closed the gap, pressing his lips to the tip in a deep kiss. His tongue cautiously slid out of his maw, pressing against the sensitive organ. A surprised huff escaped his maw, an unexpected wave of heat surging through his tongue and filling his maw from the simple contact with the dragon’s penis. His entire body shook, as if electricity sparked from this very cock, causing him to shudder uncontrollably, moaning and panting in raw need. The flavor was just as strong as the smell if not worse, the taste of salty pre as it rolled onto his tongue making his own lust skyrocket to new heights. Once that first impression had passed, he let his tongue go to town on that draconic flesh, lapping all over the tip and the first few inches, sneaking in between the ridges, tickling their sensitive edges, licking away every bead of precum that collected at the tip. In the meantime, his paws focused on the base, stroking the lower part of his ridged length, massaging and squeezing the sensitive knot, daring to reach further and caress the clone’s balls, feeling them throb and pulse in his palm, heavy with cum wanting to be released. Above him Lyam craned his neck high, deep throaty rumbles filling the room, shaking every fiber of his being, showing how much he appreciated the attention. The dragon’s hips bucked forward, grinding his sizeable erection against the wolf’s raspy tongue, smearing pre all over his muzzle in the process, urging the wolf to continue, to gie him the pleasure he so desperately craved. Dereck happily obliged, pressing his snout harder against the draconic pillar of burning hot flesh, his tongue ravenously licking all over the cock sliding against his fur, basking in its heat and alluring scent, losing himself into it, his mind oblivious to everything else happening around him, except for that large cock demanding all his attention. After a time he had licked every square centimeter of Lyam’s shaft, the entire length glistening in a mix of saliva and pre, looking even more appealing this way. Yet despite his best efforts the dragon had not cum yet, harder than a rock but still far from finished, aching for more than just the soft caresses of his paws, more than the agile tongue lapping away at his sensitive pole. Dereck knew what the next step was, what the dragon expected of him and, in his lust crazed state, he would happily provide. That voice, the voice of reason, screaming at him deep inside his mind, telling him to stop before he went too far was quickly disappearing, becoming only a distant echo drowned away in the carnal lust he had tried to silence for so long. His jaws parted open slightly, closing the small gap between him and his prize, his lips wrapping around the tip of that stiff maleness. Instantly he was greeted with a powerful gush of pre, hitting the back of his mouth with such force he almost let go, the warm liquid pooling in his maw before he was able to swallow it, some already leaking out, dripping along his chin. Undeterred he continued, sealing his lips tightly around the first few inches of twitching cock, suckling and licking that tasty treat he was given, one of his paw holding the dick in place while the other, now free dove straight down, grabbing his two, mostly untouched shafts and stroked them rapidly. “That’s a good boy…” purred Lyam, giving a gentle thrust, sinking the first ridge into the wolf’s wet maw. Dereck huffed, not expecting this, having a bit of troubles adjusting to the large girth resting upon his tongue, the words of the dragon making him shudder, his tail wagging happily, to his own embarrassment. With a low moan that reverberated in the pulsing flesh stuck in his mouth he began sucking, at first only the tip, tickling the ridged underside with his tongue, swallowing all the pre he could, his ears filled with the low pleasurable coos of the dragon above him. With time he grew more comfortable, bobbing his head up and down the thick meat, taking inch after inch, his old habits quickly coming back to him. Before he knew it half of the cock was buried in his mouth, the tip poking at the back of his throat, his tongue teasing the underside, feeling the ridge flare and tense with each caress, drawing out more of that salty pre he happily feasted on, drinking as much as he could. Lyam couldn’t be more pleased, well except if there was someone else to take care of his needy hole right now but this was more than enough for his t horniness to skyrocket, his body quaking each time the wolf used that maw or that tongue of his, his loud suckling noises fueling his lust further. Imperceptibly he started thrusting, rocking back and forth at first, grinding himself against that sweet canine tongue, gaining speed and strength with each buck of his hips, until he became more forceful, rougher, wilder. At first Dereck protested, huffing and gasping in discomfort, surprised by the quite sudden change of pace, snarling and grimacing when his muzzle was forcefully taken by the dragon. Yet, although unprepared, he couldn’t deny he was enoying himself, relaxing as best as he could, offering himself fully to Lyam, becoming his plaything, for him to enjoy. The tip poked at his throat, causing him to gag and cough a little, resulting in an extra tightness that the dragon seemed to greatly enjoy, thrusting even harder, more and more pre squirting from the tip, most of it streaming down his chin, the rest trickling down his throat in his hungry stomach. He had to admit he liked how rough, how wild Lyam had become, letting him take him however he wanted, finding it extremely arousing, so much so that he was at this point furiously masturbating his two cocks, feeling right on the edge of a climax that had been held back for too long. He continued bobbing his head on the turgid cock, matching his motion with Lyam’s own, impaling himself on the draconic shaft with each thrust, pulling out whenever the dragon did, loving every instant of it, wanting it to last forever. Yet deep inside his lustful mind he could tell that the end was fast approaching, his own orgasm nearing, pressure welling up inside him so quickly he didn’t know how much longer he could last. Lyam was also close, his heavy nuts jumping in their scaly sack, churning out more seed than he could hold, feeling about to blow at any second. He sped up again, pounding away at that pretty wolf face, groaning and moaning from the top of his lungs, forcing more and more of himself inside that welcoming maw. Dereck tensed, a spike of fear hitting his brain, managing to breach the thick fog of lust clouding his judgment, sensing the cock tip press at his throat with more force, more insistence, trying to get in. He trembled, doubt seeping in his lustful thoughts. Was he ready? Could he handle such a monster in his throat? He wasn’t certain anymore. However, he was left no time, nor luxury to hesitate, Lyam taking the decision for him. The dragon pulled back all the way, each ridge popping out of the wolf muzzle with a wet noise, leaving only the very tip to rest on his tongue, holding like this for a few seconds then slamming back in with tremendous force. Dereck, gasped, gagged, choking, eyes bulging wide in shock, rolling back as his throat was forcibly stuffed with the dragon’s length, sliding almost all the way in this time, so deep that he found himself pressed against the bulbous knot adorning the base. Lyam let out a low, rumbling growl, gazing down at the wolf, noticing the sizeable lump he was forming in his throat, tugging back just for the pleasure to see that large bulge move up and down. The feeling of that tight passage squeezing and undulating around him was heavenly, sending pleasurable jolts all around his body, making him want to go all out on that handsome wolf. Dereck grimaced and snarled in discomfort, gagging and chocking on the large shaft stuffing his throat, making each breath difficult, trying to remain calm as much as possible. Even if it was a bit much for him he was on cloud nine, proud of himself, enamored with the sensation of his full throat, doubling his efforts to bring himself to his sweet release. His paw was soaked in his spilled fluids by now, more coming out, forming puddles on the ground between his legs as he continued, pawing off quickly, wanting to cum so badly, craving for the dragon to do the same inside him, so much so that he was ready to beg for it. Thankfully he didn’t need to, Lyam resuming his thrusting after granting him a few seconds to adjust to his sheer size, becoming much rougher and wilder, sliding in and out at a fast pace, making use of the entirety of his cock this time, plunging deep each time, only to almost pull out afterward. Each powerful thrust had every bone in his body trembling, the knot forcefully slapping his muzzle each time, often accompanied by the heavy orbs dangling in their sack. The smell that was already powerful enough to turn him on beyond reason became thicker, more potent, more intense, filled with so much pheromones that it washed away al reason and rational thought, leaving only that carnal lust and the need for that fat cock inside him. Lyam continued to plow at his mouth, pre drizzling down his throat directly into his gullet without him needing to even swallow, the flavor changing slightly, stronger than before, a clear indication of how close he was. Dereck on his end wasn’t in a much better state, furiously pawing off, his moans muffed by the tight seal of the cock in his mouth, his hips bucking in his tight grip, thrusting his stiff members forward, seeking a hole to breed, to fill. The pressure was so great inside him that it felt like he was about to explode, needing just a bit more to tip over the edge. He suddenly froze, getting his first taste of the dragon’s seed, a few drops slipping in the river of pre he was feeding, his stomach growling hungry for more. Without hesitation he lunged himself forward, impaling himself on Lyam’s delicious dick, unable to take the knot although he wanted to, swallowing every inch nevertheless. The dragon, a bit surprised thrusted hard against him, head held high as a deep rumble built up in his throat, eyes going hazy and unfocused. Dereck was the first to break lose, a muffed cry of pure bliss bursting from his stuffed mouth, his paw tightly gripping his two knots, his cocks jumping in his grasp as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over him. Cum burst from his two tips in whitish ribbons, blasting with such force that some of it hit the furniture a few step away from him, the rest poling on the floor before him. He shuddered in bliss, his muscles relaxing, going almost slack, his orgasm so intense he wondered if he would pass out from it, geysers of cum spurting out from his two stiff erections, all the lust he had accumulated escaping his body in this deluge of thick fertile seed. All along Lyam kept hammering his muzzle, not yet reaching his own peak, the wolf’s moans sending ripples of delight through his very cock, pushing him toward the edge. Dereck, despite the pleasure taking hold of him, joined by a sense of utter exhaustion, didn’t stop pleasuring the male for a single second, doing everything in his power to make him cum. Until a sound caught his attention. It was strange, unexpected, unusual in this situation yet simply hearing it sent a dreadful shiver down his spine. It was… like someone clearing his thought, but not naturally, as if to get someone’s attention. His gaze turned toward the source of that noise only for his eyes to widen in pure horror. He gulped down, panicked, wanting to pull out but it was already too late…. -----------------------------------------------Five minutes earlier------------------------------------- “Finally home.” Sighed Nick, observing the door to Dereck’s apartment in pure relief, much happier than he thought to be back here. The day had been exhausting and he only sought one thing, to lay down, relax, cuddle and maybe enjoy some naughtier actions with Lyam until sleep would carry him away. Fortunately for him he had run in an unexpected stroke of luck. As he was headed to the hangar with his escort they were intercepted and stopped by a man, another soldier bringing bad news. The weather was changing quickly and not for the best, degrading at such speed their itinerary had become compromised. After learning that news they had waited for some time while higher ups were arguing on what to do, what course of actions to follow. Some were of the opinion that it was wiser to wait, even if that meant keeping Nick at the base for the night while others protested that it was better for him to head to his safehouse, looking for alternatives to get him there as soon as possible. He didn’t know exactly what was going on behind the scenes but what mattered was the end result. After a time they were brought to another ship, this one in a much better state than the previous. They were urged to get in and barely had time to fasten their seatbelts before the ship took off. Fortunately, instead of the grueling one hour trip he expected he quickly found out they had been permitted to use a much straighter route, reducing the travel time to below half of what it had taken in the morning. To his own relief they had soon landed on the rooftop, but his ordeal wasn’t done yet, the soldiers escorting him to the very end, until he stood before the door to Dereck’s place. He knocked at the door, expecting it to open at any moment, yet seconds ticked by without anything happening, the lock remaining engaged. Intrigued he tried again, knocking harder this time, with more insistence, guessing that Dereck must have been in another room or as busy doing something else. However, after almost a minute standing before that door without anything happening, he started to doubt. “Is there a problem sir?” enquired a soldier, noticing his slightly worried expression. “No, no, everything’s good.” Grunted Nick in response, scratching his head. “Of course!” he suddenly exclaimed, snapping his fingers, understanding what was probably going on. Dereck had probably gone out with Lyam for a walk as he had told him in the morning. This was not a problem as the wolf had told and even shown him where he hid his spare key so Nick would be able to enter as soon as he arrived without having to wait in the corridor and risk encountering an unsuspecting neighbor. However, something seemed to contradict his theory as he could hear something from behind the door. He couldn’t quite make out what it was since the noises were quite muffed and hard to hear but it sounded like growls, or maybe voices. What were those two doing in there? Or was it even coming from them or from the apartment next door? Shrugging his questions off he ducked down and grabbed the key cleverly hidden near the door and inserted it where it needed to go. Turning it he could clearly hear the sound of the locks unlatching, seemingly confirming that nobody was home at this time. Putting his hand on the handle he turned around, tossing the awaiting soldiers a last look. “You can go now, thanks for the ride.” He let out, cracking the door open slightly. The guards saluted and, as one man, turned around and walked toward the elevator without a look back. Sighing deeply, relieved to be rid of those guys he slipped in, locking the door behind. Barely had he done that he froze, eyes popping wide, jaws dropping on a silent gasp. He had expected to find many things when he would come back, from an empty home, to Lyam waiting for him an a seductive pose. Heck even stumbling upon either of them pawing on the couch wouldn’t have surprised him. But this, nothing could have prepared him for what his eyes showed him. The sight he was met with leaving him in a puzzled state, somewhere between shocked, angry and aroused. There, before his very eyes, in the middle of the living room were the two male, wearing no clothes, well at least for Dereck, their position, the sound they made and the heavy scent floating in the air making what they were doing more than obvious. Lyam was standing up, front paws clenching around the sofa’s backrest, hips thrusting hard and fast into the wolf’s open maw while Dereck kneeled before the cloned dragon, rapidly masturbating as he took all of that cock. The lump that Nick could distinguish in his throat was quite impressive, forcing a bit of respect for managing to deep throat Lyam on his first time. The scene, as much as it had him boiling in rage and jealousy was admittedly alluring, the way Lyam roughly fucked that tight throat, the dominant expression stuck on his traits, that large bulge moving up and down the wolf’s throat had him excited more than he would dare to admit. Even Dereck had him somehow turned on, his muscular, furred body on full display, in a perfect position for him to marvel and enjoy. His dick, or rather dicks, were has Lyam had guessed, quite appealing, the two canine member bobbing and throbbing in response to the paw quickly stroking them, making him quite curious to touch them. He remained stuck there, frozen, staring at them, not knowing what to do, a part of him wanting to barge in and interrupt them right there and then, while another was more willing to join them and indulge in some fun after this long day of sifting through the debris. He could feel his own cock hardening from just looking at the scene, his position offering him a perfect view of the action, both males so absorbed in what they were doing that none had noticed him. So he stayed there, leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest, watching the action unfold before his very eyes. From what he saw he could tell both were very close, bracing for the big finale. Dereck was the first to falter, spilling the content of his balls all over the floor before him, his howls of pleasure stifled by the large cock jammed in his throat. The sight of all that cum spilling on the ground, forming a nice, pearly white puddle stirred his arousal in an unanticipated way. Meanwhile Lyam was still pounding away at the wolf’s throat, huffing and growling loudly, ready to go over the edge, Dereck, although he just came doing all he could to bring the larger male to his peak. Nick, noticing that Dereck seemed a bit more focused after his powerful orgasm decided to cut to the chase and get his attention. It worked, maybe too well. In the blink of a eye the wolf had noticed him, tensing, staring wide-eyed at him in utter horror, difficultly gulping down around the draconic shaft. He tried to pull out, to get out from under the dragon, his eyes filling with tears but it was already too late, his struggles only managing to push the dragon over the edge. Lyam slammed one last time inside his maw, holding him in place, shoving his cock as deep as it could reach. A mighty, bone-rattling roar filled the room, Lyam trembling as his claws curled inward, digging into the soft material of the couch, his balls jumping, pulsing in their sack. Dereck yelped, unable to escape, feeling the cock twitch and throb deep in his throat before unloading a fresh load of seed. From where he was Nick could almost see the cum gushing from the tip, rushing straight down into the wolf’s stomach, painting his walls in sticky whiteness. The wolf shook, pressing a hand to his belly, feeling it bulge slightly under the enormous amount of cum that was being pumped inside him, while all along keeping his eyes glued to Nick, trying his hardest to free himself. After the first spurts the pressure applied by Lyam seemed to reduce a bit, allowing the wolf some room, the man pushing back against the dragon with all his might, squirming away with all he could, pulling out inch after inch from his stuffed maw, the red cock soaked in a mix of cum and spit. However the cock was still gushing cum deep in his throat, the wolf struggling to cope with the sheer amount Lyam was forcefully feeding him, huffing, gagging and coughing as he tried again and again to get it out. At last he succeeded, dislodging the large cock blocking the entrance to his throat, receiving the next couple of spurts into his maw, the tight space immediately overflowing, cum cascading down his lower jaw. He coughed, gasped for breath, spitting copious amounts of thick, sticky semen, finally managing to remove the pulsing dick from his maw, the rest of the load splattering all over his face, chest and belly, drenching him in the dragon’s seed and scent. He didn’t speak, only staring at him in a mix of shock and guilt, trying desperately to catch his breath, his whole body shaken by powerful coughs forcing more cum to ooze out and drip from the corner of his parted maw. Without a word he padded around, grabbing a towel that, for some reason had been left on the couch and sprang to his feet, covering himself although it was useless by now and rushed to the bathroom where he locked himself, keeping his head bowed down at all time. Lyam, emerging from his lust-addled state, basking in the afterglow seemed to notice something was wrong. His blurry amber irises stared at the bathroom door, before slowly turning toward his saliva-coated member still spewing cum all over the floor, adding to the mess Dereck had left in his wake, then finally focusing on him. This same cycle was repeated a few times, Lyam appearing confused, anxious, unsure, not understanding what was going on, or perhaps trying to delay the inevitable. In the end however his gaze stopped on him and stayed there, looking at him but avoiding direct eye contact. He was nervous, embarrassed, anxious even, unsure of what to say. Nick remained perfectly quiet, lips sealed, waiting for a convincing explanation from the dragon. His mate gulped down, slowly raising his snout until they were at eye level, his jaws parting open on an unsure, sentence spoken by a trembling, shy voice. “Would you believe me if I told you it’s not what you think?”