New life
Chapter 6


“Nick wait!” squawked Lyam behind him, scrambling to his paws. Nick didn’t stop for a single second, making for the door to his bedroom. Even the loud sound of the dragon tripping while trying to jump over the couch and falling flat on the ground wasn’t enough to make him turn around. “Hold on Nick, please let me explain!” pleaded the panicked dragon in a heart-wrenching, pleading tone. Nick didn’t answer, entering the room and slammed the door shut behind him with Lyam right on his heals. He sighed deeply and sat on the edge of the bed, right on time for the dragon to ram headfirst into the door, the entire room shaking from the force of the impact. He didn’t flinch, looking at the wall ahead of him, ignoring the low whimper and scratching that came from the other side of the door. He knew there was no way to avoid Lyam since there was no lock on that thin, fragile door so he wouldn’t have any trouble getting in. However, a long minute passed with the silence as his only company, allowing him time to think, going over what had just happened, trying to appease the anger that was boiling inside him.

The door opened, quietly, revealing the black and gold dragon standing on the other side. Nick remained quiet, as if he had not seen him as Lyam cautiously stepped in, claws clicking on the floor, his head and tail held low in shame. At first he headed for his human lover, stopping in front of him, staring at him with teary, begging eyes before turning around, taking a few more steps and sitting down in front of him, right in his line of sight. Nick didn’t flinch nor did he try to asay anything, instead letting his gaze wander away, travelling around the dark room, only lit by Lyam’s lightly glowing golden scales. None of them had bothered turning on the light, none of them daring to move a muscle, to speak or even to breathe too loud, the tense, heavy silence only disturbed by the jerky breathing of the sobbing dragon. Nick’s eyes fell upon pieces of clothes scattered around the room, painful reminders of their heated time the night before, continuing on until he found himself staring at the bed, the covers crumpled and pushed around in the almost exact same position he had left it in the morning, the mattress still warm with their presence. The air was still thick with the heady concoction of their combined musk, so deeply intertwined that it was impossible to tell them apart, the resulting mixture of manly strong enough to make anyone’s head spin after just a few deep breathes.

Thinking about all this, about all that had happened, about all the memories he had in this very place was only hurting him more, icy cold daggers sinking deep into his heart. He couldn’t say he was surprised in a way; Lyam hadn’t been very discreet with his desire to play with their wolf host, talking rather openly about it. However he had never expected he would go through with his little fantasy, even less behind his back. Just thinking about it made him want to punch something, aching to blow of some steam. And now, to add insult to injury this cheating son of a dragon was just sitting there right in front of him, at arm’s reach, bringing with him the intoxicating scent of what he had just done. Even in the dimly lit room Nick could tell and smell Lyam was still hard as a rock, ready for the next round. Although his face spoke volumes, more than any word, more than a lengthy speech could, saying how awful and guilty he felt, how sorry and regretful he was of his actions Nick couldn’t bring himself to forgive him, to let this one go. Lyam’s eyes were glued to him, staring at him intensely, these amber irises full of sorrow, shame and tears begging him for his pardon, pleading for forgiveness. Unfortunately for his mate, this vision only upset him more, fanning the fire of his anger.

“N-N-Nick.. I…” stammered Lyam, breaking the suffocating barrier of silence between them. “Shut… up…” hissed Nick through his gritted teeth. “But… but… Nick… I…” weakly protested the dragon, pitifully looking at him through the veil of tears blurring his vision. “What don’t you understand in the word shut up!?” roared Nick in reply, cutting his sentence before he had a chance to speak, “If I want to talk to you, I’ll talk to you, but for now I don’t want to hear a single word from you. I’m in no mood to listen to your bullshit so keep that oversized maw of yours shut before I lose what little patience I left.” Lyam did as he was asked and closed his mouth, bowing his snout down with a low whine. “Good, now fuck off and leave me alone.” he shouted, pointing at the door. Lyam followed the direction, staring at the wooden panel hesitantly, claws nervously tapping the ground, lips twitching and curling yet remaining perfectly immobile. “N-n-no!” refused Lyam, paws firmly planted in the ground, fangs bared, eyes glinting with determination, making it clear he wouldn’t comply, not budging a single inch away from his current position, trying to look determined even though hi broken voice trembled as did his paws, tears cascading down his cheeks. “Whatever, not like I can force you anyway.” sighed Nick, leaning back on the bed, “Just shut your mouth and leave me be.”

Lyam slowly nodded, dipping his snout even lower, remaining quiet, letting tears flow freely, forming salty puddles on the ground between his paws. Nick sighed, looking thoughtfully at the impeccably white ceiling as if it was a work of art of some sort. The sight of his sorry mate crying was as painful as the thought of what he had just done while he was away, his heart twisting and clenching each time he heard him sniff or whimper. Yet even that wasn’t enough to quell the burning lava-like rage rolling through him, melting away all the rest. Seeing Lyam like this was truly heart-wrenching, he could tell that the cloned dragon was truly sorry, sincerely regretting his action, honestly wanting to apologize and make up for what he had done but at this point he didn’t know if he could forgive him. His mind drifted away, browsing over all the memories he had made with Lyam, from the very first glimpse he had caught of him, to their first true encounter, their week spent together, their first time in that restroom, their first, passionate kiss they shared as their world exploded around them, the last sentence he heard from the dragon, coming from the bottom of his heart as everything vanished in a bright flash of light. Everything kept unfolding before his eyes, revisiting their entire, shared story, their first time in Dereck’s home when Lyam spilled out all that weighted his heart, expressing his true feelings for the first time, then that embarrassing but blissful morning after, their very slow, sensual and intimate session after that meeting, and all the other things they had done together, from each loving kiss and caress, to the warm embrace of Lyam as he held him close, to the tightness of his hole around him when they mated. So many wonderful memories he cherished flashing before his eyes, displayed on the ceiling like it was some projection screen, all of them filing him with joy and pain in equal measures.

Each new memory he went over had his heart swell with a searing heat, only for that blissful sensation to be snuffed out, replaced by an ice cold feeling of doubt and sorrow. Questions were swirling in his racing brain, fueled by the devious whispers of anger and doubt. He didn’t know what to think anymore, growing unsure of the dragon’s sincerity when he had spoken his love to him. Had it been just a trick, a honeyed lie to get him to lower his guard, just like he had suspected a long time ago? Or was this handsome, sexy but equally devious, horny and crafty dragon honest with him at that time? He couldn’t tell, and if so, what had changed between then and now? Had he misunderstood the dragon’s words at that time? Had he assumed wrong? Had he thought from habits that Lyam wanted a closed, monogamous relationship when he was instead interested in something more open? Had he been misled, mistaken all along? Or worse, was he at fault? Was he the one to blame? Had he been too hard on his mate? Had he failed to satisfy Lyam or had he disappointed him in any way? Or worse, wasn’t he enough for the lustful dragon? All those questions without answer kept spinning in his head, assaulting him from heavy side, filling him with a sense of dread and sorrow, only adding to the pain he felt.

In the background he picked up the sound of his lover getting up, snorting and, quietly heading for the exit as quietly as possible, his claws barely doing a sound unlike they usually did. He stayed there, quiet, staring at the roof, unsure, torn between two sides, wanting to tell the dragon to get lost and stop him from leaving, yet no word came out, his body, like his vocal cords paralyzed. Lyam halted before the door, glancing toward him, his sorry, apologetic gaze causing him to tremble uncontrollably. Nevertheless, he remained quiet while Lyam kept intensely looking at him, hoping for a reaction, anything. A long, tensed, minute went by, or was it just a handful of seconds, he couldn’t tell, time stretching, dissolving in a senseless blur. “Fuck it…” let out Lyam under his breath, so low he wasn’t sure he had heard it or if it was his ears playing tricks to him. Before he could react, before any word could leave his mouth Lyam had turned around. The next instant the bed creaked and squeaked, sinking under a familiar weight. Nick remained perfectly still unflinching, eyes glued to the ceiling, trying to act as if he didn’t care, not even throwing a glance in the direction of his mate as he padded around, only tensing when, for a split second, that black and yellow tail came into view. Lyam finally settled down next to him, not too far nor too close, playing with the thick blanket with his forepaws, his tail nervously swishing along the bedsheet, making an annoying noise.

“What don’t you understand in leave me be…” tiredly grumbled Nick. “I think that’s the whole sentence.” chuckled Lyam in a nervous, unsure tone. “Lyam I’m no mood for your bad jokes so…” sighed Nick, finally moving, trying to get up, only to be smacked in the chest by something lashing out from the shadow. He fell back onto the bed, breathless, something heavy keeping him pinned down with a surprising force, applying just enough pressure to keep him in place without hurting him. For the first time he glared toward Lyam, discovering the dragon sitting next to him, showing his back to him, his neck twisted to look at him with those glowing, teary eyes, his tail fully extended, resting on top of him. “I’m… I’m not in the mood… either… I’m just… so… scared.” stammered Lyam between heavy sobs, his breathing shallow and irregular. “What do you want then?” “I-I just want to talk… just… please hear me out… I beg of you. After that… I’ll go… I’ll be gone from your life if you want… but please… listen to me.” “Fine…” huffed Nick, leaning back against the bed, knowing Lyam wouldn’t let go otherwise, “But it’d better be convincing.”

Lyam’s eyes lit up with hope and gratitude, his tail tip swishing lightly in response. However, the next second he was looking away, avoiding direct eye contact with Nick, losing himself in the contemplation of the wall instead. Minutes ticked by, hours, days maybe, time like frozen in the room if not for their respective slow breathing. “I’m… I’m sorry… I’m so… so sorry, I… I don’t know enough words to tell you how much I’m sorry.” finally let out Lyam after taking one deep breath, dipping his head so low as he spoke that his snout was almost touching the bed, “I… I know I screwed up, big times but… but I swear it’s not what you think… as compromising as it may look…” he added, his voice trembling, in embarrassment. “You can fucking be sorry Lyam but you’ll have to do much better than that to convince me.” grunted Nick in response, snarling at the crying dragon, feeling that he meant every word but not letting it soften him. “I know… just… let me explain… please. T-t-there’s… a reason behind this?” “Oh really? Then I can’t fucking wait to hear it.” “Could you… stay quiet and let me speak.” hissed Lyam, swiftly moving his tail to shut him up, pressing it insistently against his mouth, almost stuffing the thick appendage between his jaws.

He gasped, surprised by the unexpected move, holding still until Lyam removed his tail from his mouth, keeping it close just in case, a clear reminder that he could shut him up at any moment. “Alright… then…” deeply sighed Lyam, regaining his composure, “I didn’t… do all of that just for the fun of it or to get pleasure… nor did I do it to play with Dereck’s feelings or yours… I didn’t do it to make you jealous either. I can’t deny that it felt… let’s face it, it felt great.” mumbled Lyam, shamefully bowing his head down even more. “I saw that.” sniggered Nick, stopping a second before Lyam’s tail twitched, ready to keep his mouth shut. Lyam let out a low growl but continued anyway, “I… I did all of that… for you… for us…” “Hold on, what the fuck?!” gasped Nick, bewildered, confused, “How the fuck is that...” he never finished his sentence, like a snake coming out of tall grass Lyam’s tail lunged forward, stuffing his mouth full with the muscular, scaly appendage, turning the rest of his questions into an incomprehensible mess of muffed words. “Get your filthy tail out of my mouth.” he gasped, managing to remove it after a short but intense struggle, coughing and grimacing in disgust. “I warned you to not interrupt me!” protested Lyam. “I know but this doesn’t make any sense at all!” “I was going to explain it to you, but I can’t if you keep cutting me all the time.” shouted Lyam in return. “Alright, I’ll stay quiet, but don’t stuff that thing in my mouth again.” “Fine… got other ways to keep your mouth shut if you try again anyway.” sighed the dragon, a mischievous glimmer crossing his amber irises. “Lyam, now is not the time for this.” “I know… I know…”

Lyam looked away again, his lips twitching nervously, his paws still playing with the bedsheet, curling and twisting it around in apprehension, “Look Nick, I… I know it’s gonna be hard to believe… and probably a lot to take in… but… I’m… serious when I said… it was for… the good of the two of us…” sputtered the unsure, nervous dragon, glancing at him with a fearful eye after each word. Nick, true to his word remained silent, only raising a quizzical eyebrow, encouraging his mate to continue. “Let’s be honest I’m a horny beast…” continued Lyam, feeling a tiny bit less anxious, his stress level decreasing slightly thanks to the human’s somewhat comforting gaze, “I can’t deny I’m… very often aroused, something worryingly… even for me… I… I just can’t seem to ever get enough. Barely a day goes by without that… constant… urge; that need to cum. I… I don’t know what is up with me, if it’s you who is making me so horny, or if it’s something fucked up inside me, or if a scientist decided to push the horniness bar to overdrive cause it would be funny to have a constantly needy clone… or if it’s just… the way I am… but whatever the reason is it’s… it’s still the way things are.” Lyam paused, intensely staring at him in that same awkward position, his back facing him while the dragon kept his neck curled at an odd angle to observe him, tears still flowing down his cheek, raining on the bed below. His shallow, irregular breathing seemed to appease a bit though his body was still shaken by powerful bursts of tears. “It’s just… this… this… this relation we have means so much to me, you’re too dear to me to loose!” he shouted, his trembling voice turning into a high-pitched pleading squeak. “Lyam...” mumbled Nick, left speechless by the dragon’s confession, not finding the words to comfort, to reassure his crying love, heart pounding in his chest, the fire of his passion relit, his doubts melting away like snow under the scorching sun of the desert.

Yet in spite of this he didn’t move, despite the pressing urge to hold the large black and gold dragon’s snout in his arms he remained still, clutching the bedsheet in his tightly clenched fists. Even the sudden surge of love washing over him, erasing all fears and angers he couldn’t bring himself to close that gap yet, wanting to hear it all, and still held back by the seeds of suspicions planted by what he had seen earlier. “I didn’t… I didn’t want to pester you with my constant needs, I didn’t… didn’t want my lust to get in the way anymore than it already does, I…. didn’t… didn’t want this to bore you out.” “And so, your plan was to go relieve yourself with another guy while I wasn’t there so you could spend more… casual time with me?” finished Nick, understanding the logic, the reasoning that had gone on in the lusty brain of his mate.

Finally raising to a sitting position, he imperceptibly squirmed closer, a sly, barely visible smirk curling the corners of his lips. “Yes…” admitted Lyam in a low regretful whimper, bowing down even more, “I mean… back then it… it sounded like a good idea.” he mumbled, the crimson red blush crawling over his cheeks visible even without any light in the room. Nick, upon hearing it couldn’t muffle a low, amused giggle, the sound echoing in the quiet room as if it had been a giant, endless canyon or cave. “Are you mocking me?” hissed Lyam, a low menacing growl building up in his throat, his saliva-coated, razor-sharp fangs shining in the low light. “No, no, not at all, I just… I just… can’t believe that’s the best solution you found in that bright mind of yours.” “You’re fucking making fun of me again?” growled the dragon, glaring suspiciously at him. “No I’m serious, I mean it.” protested Nick, tensing under that scrutinizing eye. “Well… as said… back then it sounded like a good idea… now I see how wrong I was. I… I wanted to… to preserve our relationship, now I realize I may have done the exact opposite.” sniffed Lyam in a saddened voice. “Lyam…. Why haven’t you talked to me about this?” whispered Nick in a soft, caring tone, reaching out and cupping that large, trembling shout in his palms, “We’re a couple, we’re together… I’m here for you if needed, we should be tackling this issues together.” he added in a comforting statement, affectionately caressing Lyam’s soft scales, eliciting a low, elated purr from him. “Don’t take that the wrong way Nick… but you’re not the most sensible person to talk to… even less on… these kinds of subjects.” “Touché,” chuckled Nick, the words hitting right where it hurts, “But… I think… no… I know I’ve changed.” “Oh really?” sniggered the dragon with a provoking glance, his eyes glinting despite the tears veiling them. “Have you heard me complain about your horniness lately?”

Lyam froze, frowning, lips twitching, his eyes darting in all directions, as if looking for something. He seemed focused, thoughtful, hesitant, unsure, his mind adrift, lost in another place. “No… no you didn’t…” he let out, in a mix of surprise and confusion. “See, I don’t mind it anymore, I love you for what you are, I love every part of you, even that lusty, naughty, horny attitude of yours.” replied Nick, meaning every word, finishing his sentence by planting a soft kiss on the tip of Lyam’s snout. The dragon’s eyes popped wide open, staring at him intensely, filled with a complex concoction of love, surprise and doubt, a cute, unexpecting warble slipping between his parted jaws. However, the next instant his expression darkened, a shroud of doubt and fear falling over his beautiful golden irises, the smirk that had been drawing on his lips vanishing, turning int a rather cold, distant expression. “You enjoy it… but for how long.” “What?” “You say you enjoy it… but for how long? How long until it becomes too annoying, too boring to bear? How long before that becomes a problem? I… I just don’t want to pester you all the time because I’m horny until… until you don’t want me anymore.” he muttered, bursting into tears on the very last word that slipped out of his maw, ramming his large, bulky snout into his mate’s chest with enough force to kick all air out of his lungs and force him to lay down on the bed.

Nick stayed there, gasping for breath, his arms wrapped around his mate’s head, holding him tightly, trying his best to appease him, not minding the torrent of salty tears that was flowing on his clothes. “Calm down Lyam, I’m not leaving you anytime soon, I love you too much to ever get bored of that handsome face of yours. I enjoy your company, spending time with you in and out of bed too much to just abandon you. I love you with all my heart and soul Lyam, that’s why I was so mad that you did this.” “I know… I’m… I’m so sorry.” cried Lyam, glancing up at him through his tears-filled eyes, burring his snout even more in his chest. “I just wished you had talked to me about this sooner, it would have prevented this whole situation.” “I know… but… what else could have I done?” “I… I honestly don’t know but I’m sure we would have figured something out.” replied Nick, “Besides, if that would have helped you I wouldn’t have minded doing it more with you.” “You eager to have sex with me? A few weeks ago, I would have laughed if anyone had told me that.” giggled Lyam, eyes glinting with malice. “Me too actually.” Laughed Nick in return, fondling the draconic forehead in the meantime, drawing out low elated coos from his lover, “but I have to admit I’m really loving it now, I guess your horny side has grown on me.” “You didn’t need me for that,” snorted Lyam, “You were already a horny guy, just needed the extra push to get you to stick your dick where it belongs.” he continued, letting out a low, enticing moan. “And you’re very good at that you tease.” “I just know which button to press to make a guy hard.” “I saw that firsthand.” Approved Nick with a wry smile, “but yeah to come back on the matter at hand, I wouldn’t mind doing it more with you if that could stop you from using Dereck as a cum dump.” “I wouldn’t have called it that, but I get your point.” chuckled Lyam with a devious glow in his eye. “Hey with the way you were fucking his face he could as well as have been your personal fleshlight.” “And just like one he knows how to handle a big load.” added Lyam with an evil giggle, “am not saying that to tease you or anything, it’s just… I’m almost certain it’s not his first time handling a cock in such a way.” hastily added Lyam. “It’s fine.” reassured Nick, hiding the slight pang of pain this comment had caused, “from where I was standing I could clearly see everything and… well I can only agree.” “So you were watching!” “I was, I mean you guys were doing it in the middle of the freaking living room, it’s not like you were hard to miss.” “True.” admitted Lyam, shuddering in barely contained excitement and blushing in embarrassment at the same time.

“Anyway…” he quickly added, looking away shamefully, “It’s a really kind offer Nick but… I don’t think you understand how big the task at hand is.” “I’ve been having sex with you for the past weeks, I think I can manage more of you.” “Oh there is no doubt in my mind that you could, but what I mean it’s more than… just a bit… and I sincerely don’t want to ask too much of you. I wholeheartedly enjoyed what we did together, this foreplay thing is so nice, so intimate I love it even though that makes me insanely horny. And even… even just cuddling and kissing with you fills me with warmth and so much joy, I just don’t want to ruin it all.” “I love that too Lyam, to be honest I haven’t been happier since we got together.” “T-thank you Nick, that means a lot to me. But that’s why I don’t want to…” “It’s fine Lyam, don’t be afraid, as said I can handle more than you think.” interrupted Nick, pulling Lyam’s snout up and kissing him passionately in order to shut him up, with great success.

“I know you mean well yet I’m not sure….” Lyam paused, took a deep breath, and continued, “Let’s be honest, there are times where I’m fully settled for a few days, but others where… at best I get a few hours of respite but then it comes back in full force, as if everything we did together had been for nothing.” he explained, feeling incredibly relieved to spit it all out, as if a gigantic weight pulling him down had been removed from his shoulders and his heart. “I see… I see…” thoughtfully muttered Nick, looking at ways he could help his mate cope with his needs. “Are you… are you horny right now?” he asked, squirming a bit. His question was more to buy himself some time to think rather than to get a real answer. He could tell that Lyam was still very aroused even in the obscurity of their room, his potent musk radiating from his groin so strong, so dense it permeated in the air, filling each cubic centimeter of the room with his alluring fragrance. “Am I horny? Are you serious? Of course I am!” he roared, his tail forcefully slamming into the bed, “I’ve been horny since I woke up.” “And when was that?” “About half, maybe an hour ago. To be frank I was hoping to mate with you but… I woke up and… you weren’t there.” “Yeah, sorry I…” “I know, Dereck told me.” stopped Lyam, putting a claw on his lips, looking at him with an understanding gaze. “And so you went to him instead.” continued Nick. “Yes, and you know how it went.” sighed Lyam, dipping his snout down slightly.

“It’s alright Lyam, I’m not mad at you.” whispered Nick in a soft, caring tone, grabbing Lyam’s snout and bringing it up to his level for him to kiss and hug. “You’re not… angry?” he gasped, puzzled. “Just a bit but I can forgive it, just this once however.” he warned, stopping mid-sentence to find the right words, “Just, next time you have a problem, or if something is bothering you, or for anything else really, come talk to me, and we will find a solution. I want what we have together to grow, to become strong and to last forever as much as you do, but… we can’t do it if we each do things in our corner without speaking to one another.” “I know… I just….” Lyam suddenly froze, eyes widening in shock, jaws dropping on a silent gasp, as if he had just received a powerful blow to the chest, “wait hold on a second. Does it mean that you… you would have accepted if I had told you before?” he squeaked, awestruck. “No that’s not what I said.” chuckled Nick, not upset by the dragon’s quick but lustful thinking, instead amused by it, “Don’t jump to conclusions like that.” “S-sorry.” apologized Lyam, the blush covering his cheeks only deepening by the seconds. “It’s ok.” softly whispered Nick, “gotta love that naughty mind of yours.”

The two of them went quiet, only looking at each other in perfect silence, not the same tense, cold silence from earlier, this time filled with unspoken words and passion on the verge of spilling out, each waiting for the other to take the first step and close the gap. Lyam was the first to move, reaching out and kissing the human, their lips joining, drawn to each other like magnets. Low moans and deep growls filled the room as the two lovers, gave into the kiss, Lyam finding himself on top while Nick fondled and hugged that big scaly snout, the sensation of the dragon’s lips brushing against his own triggering those familiar yet still delightful chills of desire. He could feel, tucked away in his tight clothes, his half-hard cock throb, stirred to life by the intimate contact, pushing up against the confines of his small underwear cage as it grew. Their loving embrace deepened with every second, lips pressing harder and harder until Nick gave in, parting his jaws open just a bit, letting his tongue slither out, swiftly caressing the smooth scales surrounding the dragon’s lips. Lyam shuddered and lost no time to answer, opening his maw just enough to allow Nick to come in, his own tongue dashing out to guide him deeper, past the barrier of his teeth. The two shuddered, their bodies trembling in union, Lyam’s paw traveling down Nick’s sides, slowly, sensually fondling him through the thin shirt he was wearing, the fabric so light he sensed the sharp edges of his claws trail along his skin. Nick wasn’t idly standing by either, reciprocating the affection by softly fondling and scratching the lengthy neck of his mate, knowing precisely where to rub to make him purr.

He was still so amazed, pleasantly amazed, that Lyam had so quickly fallen in love with the foreplay, him who was most often so eager to jump straight into the action taking to heart his advice on taking things slowly. And he had to admit the dragon, despite his pressing urges was very good at it, always managing to get him into the mood with his kisses and caresses, remove all tensions from the day and wipe away all other matters that could be crowding his mind, leaving only the intense pleasure of this instant. And Nick he knew he was also one to greatly enjoy being given that kind of affection, squirming, shivering and moaning under the touch of his soft hands upon his sensitive scales. Meanwhile their kiss only deepened more, their heads tilting to opposite sides as Lyam’s much larger, agile and prehensile tongue took control, coiling around his, pulling it deep in his heated maw while his swift, slimy appendage invaded his mouth, their combined moans muffed by the intense affection. Every second, every instant spent locked in that sensual embrace of their locked jaws was an indescribable bliss, the pleasure coursing through their veins enough to wash away all the worries, all the doubts, all problems, fanning the already raging fiery inferno of their love.

At last however Lyam pulled back, panting, tongue lolling out on the side of his maw, the two of them gasping for breath, string of their mixed spit still holding them together. The dragon offered him a warm loving smile to which he answered, the two of them losing themselves in the other’s eyes. “I love you… so much…” whispered Lyam softly, nestling his snout in the hollow of his neck, covering the sensitive skin there in loving licks that both tickled and sent pleasurable chills down his spine, straight to his fully engorged erection. “I love you too Lyam.” he mumbled in reply, affectionately patting and rubbing his head. A wide grin grew on his lips, a feeling of well-being and happiness filling him from head to toe as the dragon’s skilled paws continued downward along his body, providing soft caresses and relaxing massages wherever they touched. The tension of that long day of sifting through wreckage was slowly relieved, leaving him basking in delight while also having the unexpected effect of fueling his growing lust. However, despite the southing sensation his mate’s ministration created in him he clearly spotted that he was spending a bit more attention and time toward his belly, very near to the edge of his shirt, almost slipping under it on many occasions.

“You naughty, devious snake, trying to get me hard.” he chuckled, amused and genuinely pleased by the turn of events. “Sorry… I… I know it’s not the time, I just…” “No it’s fine, keep going, I’m really liking this.” he interrupted in a low, elated whisper, encouraging his mate to continue. “You call me horny but I don’t seem to be the only one here.” snorted Lyam in response, one of his paws reaching down and groping the sizeable tent forming in his pants, “You look almost as aroused as me.” observed the lustful dragon, a claw tantalizingly circling around the bulge. “I can’t deny that I’ve been looking forward to this for the whole day.” he admitted, a reddish hue appearing on his cheeks. “Me too, I’ve been yearning for you, I want you so badly.” moaned Lyam, softly nibbling on his mate’s neck, his razor-sharp fangs pinching the skin with impressive delicateness. “Always so horny.” groaned Nick, quaking under a jolt of pleasure rushing through his muscles. “Says the one sporting a huge boner.” retorted Lyam, groping his hard member. “Remind me what is between your legs right now?” replied Nick in kind, grinning at the large hard cock he could make out in the shadows, bobbing, out in the open. “Never said I wasn’t.” responded Lyam, using the paw that was still massaging him to slowly unzip the light vest he had been wearing.

Nick didn’t resist nor attempt anything to push the dragon away, in fact wanting it, hoping for it, cooing in pleasure. Lyam knew what to do next, letting go of the human shaft still trapped in it’s prison of clothing and focusing back on the task at hand, easing his mate into a more adequate mood which was relatively easy thanks to his already advanced state of arousal. His paws roamed around his mate’s alluring body, looking for the most sensitive places, to focus on, his moans of pleasure like an enticing music to his ears, the shivers of his body reverberating into his own, his warmth seeping under his scales, all of it making him more and more eager, craving for him. Yet he held on, wanting to enjoy the moment, take his time, the reward would come in due time.

Soon Nick’s shirt had been removed, sliding over the human’s head before being dropped in the environing darkness, offering the upper part of his body for Lyam to please undisturbed. The dragon didn’t lose a single second, using his paws, maw and tongue to work the man up, fondling licking, kissing, nipping at various parts of his mate’s skin, watching him tense, squirm and arch his back under him, the plethora of blissful noises gaining in pitch and volume, becoming an arousing music to his ears. Nick wasn’t idly standing by however, doing all he could to pleasure his mate in return although his actions were a bit more limited, rubbing and fondling the dragon’s flanks, circling around specific spots that made him tremble in his grasp, his low growls of pleasure becoming the bases of the melody of pleasure they were creating. All of this had Lyam on edge, his cock throbbing and twitching, bobbing in the air, slapping against his belly, leaving warm, wet trail across his golden scales, his pre dripping at a steady pace from his tip, raining down on the cover as well as Nick’s legs, forming darker spot all over his pants. Time began dissolving, melting, not mattering anymore as they abandoned themselves to the pleasure building up in both of them, their love for each other burning so bright it would have been blinding to others. At some point, they didn’t know when, Nick’s vanished, expertly unbuttoned, unzipped and taken care off by the expert paws of Lyam, leaving the human almost naked. What little remained of his clothes, even though they weren’t hiding much at that point were promptly dealt with, leaving him completely naked and exposed, a Lyam’s mercy.

Lyam, panting and huffing, took a step back, licking his lips, still carrying the taste of his love’s skin upon his tongue, wanting to preserve it for as long as possible. He took a moment to observe his work, taking a long, silent gander at the man laid out before him, seeing the state his teasing had left him in, shaking, quivering, so sensitive after being touched all over, his fingers and toes curled inward, clutching the bedsheet, his eyes glazed with lust looking up at him expectantly while his cock jutted toward the sky, so stiff although it had barely been touched, precum drizzling from the tip, covering the entire length in a musky film of warm wetness. He had to fight back the urge to just jump on the appealing turgid erection and suck it, ride it, milk it for its tasty bounty. His burning lust was, at this point, barely more than a caged beast roaring and trashing inside him, pulling on its chains, demanding to be let out.

“I know this look; someone is getting frisky.” chuckled Nick, gyrating his hips sensually below him, causing that tasty cock of his to sway and bob widely, tensing with each powerful pulse that coursed through it. “You make so horny.” retorted Lyam, leaning forward, kissing Nick’s lips affectionately. “Oh really? How much do I make you horny?” enquired Nick, gently tickling the dragon’s chin. “You mean on a scale of one to ten? If so, I’d say twenty.” snorted Lyam deviously, a low, lustful growl humming in his throat. “No silly, I mean, I’m curious to see what you’re planning for me, I’m curious to hear what lustful idea has grown in that horny mind of yours.” “You really want to know?” “I do, surprise me.” whispered Nick in a soft, reassuring tone. A broad, bone-chilling grin quickly grew over the dragon’s snout, a low throat rumble of untamed excitement filling the human’s ears as Lyam straddled him, pinning him down under his weight, his clawed paws latching onto his limbs, their sharpened edges caressing his skin. “I want you… inside me…” moaned Lyam, plunging his blazing amber eyes into his mate’s own, “I want you to fuck me, breed me as hard as you can. And when you’ll be too tired to move I’ll ride you until you cry no more. Then, when I’ll have milked you dry, I will have you pleasure me in all possible ways until I have given my last drop of cum.” he dominantly growled in carnal lust, tightening grip around him, his cock surging with need as he spoke, jets of pre flying through the air and splashing on his naked skin. “Wow, all of that for me.” whistled Nick impressed, quite aroused by the thought of the dragon taking control, appealed by the thought of a rough session with his scaly mate even though, deep inside him, he was a bit worried the dragon would follow up on his promise, unsure he would be able to handle him, discovering the full extent of his mate’s untamed desire.

“Is… is that too much?” wondered Lyam, suddenly emerging from his waking fantasy, taking a step back. “No, not at all, I just wasn’t expecting that much.” admitted Nick, his arousal only matched by his growing concern. “No Nick, I can see I scared you, I know I can be… a lot to handle when I’m that needy, I don’t… I don’t want to hurt nor to scare you.” “It’s alright Lyam.” whispered the man in a calm, comforting tone, trying his best to mask the trembling of his voice, “I just had no idea you were that pent-up.” “It’s a lot… even for me.” admitted Lyam, at the brink of tears, “I’m just… so horny, and being with you, doing things with you only makes it worse, in a good way I mean.” “I can imagine.” “No… I’m not sure you can…” mumbled Lyam, looking away. “You just showed me a pretty good example.” chuckled Nick, caressing the soft scales lining his mate’s chin, earning an embarrassed smirk in response, “There must be a way to help you relieve yourself more efficiently.” “Well, aside from doing it a lot, preferably with you I don’t see another alternative.” admitted Lyam, bowing his snout down in disappointment. “Isn’t there something that would help you get rid of that horniness of yours?” “Well there is,” replied Lyam, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips, “and I’m talking to it right now.” he added, planting a loving kiss on Nick’s lips. “That’s very kind of you Lyam but I’m serious.” “To be honest I don’t know.” reluctantly let out Lyam, frustration peaking in his tone, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot too you know and… I haven’t found anything.” “Are you sure?” “Yes I am!” growled Lyam in annoyance, frustrated by his mate’s questions and persistence, “Unless…” “Unless?” enquired Nick, a sliver of hope glinting in his eyes, eager to know how he could help his mate. At this point he didn’t care if whatever Lyam would come up with was extremely kinky or weird, he was willing to accept everything, anything that would help his mate deal with his urges and, secretly, that would prevent him from going to other males.

He waited patiently, wishing, hoping, praying in silence that Lyam would come up with a solution. The dragon remained perfectly quiet, eyes unfocused fixated on a point far far away in the distance, his lips twitching on silent words and noises as he delved deep into his thoughts, rummaging through old memories. His expression changed several times going from thoughtful to saddened, boiling held back anger to utter joy, a real rollercoaster of emotions that he was going through. Nick observed the black and gold dragon, finding adorable the way he twitched and flinched, his tail wagging from side to side as his forepaws unconsciously played with the blanket, straining the material to its limit yet restraining from tearing it apart. His gaze slowly drifted down, traveling along the shimmering golden scales lining the dragon’s belly until he caught a glimpse of red, his eyes falling upon the large cock proudly standing between his legs, jutting from his parted slit, glistening with all the pre that oozed from the tip. It was just sitting there, waiting, aching for attention, untouched by him at least and begging for it, a voice deep in his mind whispering at him tantalizingly, encouraging him to take the first step and take care of it, give his mate a bit of an incentive.

“I… I think I may have found something…” mumbled Lyam, stopping him before he could act. “Oh really, what is it?” “I don’t like it much but I could always be milked, by a machine I mean.” “Why don’t you like it?” “Simply because it’s less fun, I know for sure it’d work wonders but it’s just not the same thing.” “I kinda understand…” admitted Nick, “already had an opportunity to try that and it wasn’t the best thing ever.” “Hold on a second, you got milked?” gasped Lyam, astonished. “I never told you that? Damn, thought I did…” mumbled Nick, embarrassed by the dragon’s intrigued gaze scanning him from head to toe, “but yeah I got a taste of their milking machine back when we were in that hospital.” “I see, but now do you see why I’m not too crazy about it? I’d rather have you milk me dry.” excitedly cooed the dragon, nuzzling him affectionately, his scales sensually brushing against his cheek. “I guess there’s no way around it.” chuckled Nick caressing Lyam’s neck a hand already extending toward that juicy, throbbing cock.

However he stopped, noticing, in the corner of his eye, something very off. Lyam seemed frozen, stuck in some way, paralyzed, his facial expression an equally confusing mix of surprise, incomprehension and embarrassment. “Lyam are you alright?” “What? Oh err… yeah am fine…” stammered Lyam, quickly coming back to his senses, vigorously shaking his head, “I just thought about an old thing from way back. Damn that brings back memories?” he giggled to himself, a furtive but clearly visible lustful glow crossing his eyes, “actually that may interest you.” “What’s on your mind?” enquired Nick, enjoying the devious grin plastered across the dragon’s snout. “Back at the lab, they had something for times where I was too horny. I always forget how it’s called but it was something I could mount and breed to my heart’s contempt.” “A breeding mount?” proposed Nick. “Yes exactly!” confirmed Lyam in a happy chirp, “I don’t know what they did with it, or if it triggered something in me like a sub routine or something else, but whatever it was it always had me going wild. It just felt so good to thrust inside it, to pound it until I couldn’t stand anymore.” growled Lyam excitedly, eyes glowing with a forgotten desire, claws curling inward while his tail slammed into the bed, “The bast part was… when I was tied to it.” “Tied, you mean…” “Knotted to it,” confirmed the lustful dragon, his cock surging with newfound lust when he said that word, his knot swelling a tiny bit more, “that made me cum hard all the time.” he ended with a low, dominant growl of pure, carnal arousal.

Hearing this had Nick uncontrollably shivering, not in fear although the prospect of the dragon mounting him scared him a bit, but instead in excitement, something that Lyam easily picked up upon. To be true he had been thinking about it for some time now, this idea always floating around in his head, never far from his mind. More than once he had thought about it, finding the idea of the dragon claiming him quite alluring, wanting to feel him nestled and throbbing deep in his rear, spurting his thick, warm seed in the depth of his guts. This untold, unspoken curiosity of him even seeping in his fantasies and dreams, making him just as horny as his draconic mate, sometime even randomly popping in his head while he was around Lyam, even at times where he was pounding at his tight, muscular hole. On multiple occasions he had found himself dreaming, seeing the dragon on top of him, stretching him wide with his cock, his knot slapping against his cheeks with each forceful thrust, trying to break in, on the verge of being filled with all this potent dragon cream. Above all, he couldn’t forget what fueled his fantasies the most, that brief, but very intense moment on their first night together where Lyam had tried to mount him, grinding his thick, pre covered shaft against his rear through his boxers. Although it had been meant to tease him and to show him how much the dragon wanted him he had never forgotten it, aroused more than he dared to admit by the dominant behavior and turgid cock sliding between his cheeks. In fact, this idea had been lingering in his mind so much that there was not a single night where he wouldn’t dream of it any way. In fact, when Dereck had come to wake him up this very morning he had pulled him out of one such dream. Back then he had blessed all the gods in the universe that the wolf had that brilliant idea of not turning the light on, concealing the large morning wood he was sporting.

However, he had never dared to express his feelings, keeping it to himself, not wanting to make his mate uncomfortable or do something he didn’t want, noticing that Lyam, even though he liked to be on top and in control had never shown any interest to mount him, preferring to be on the receiving end in their intense session. Perhaps, now was the time to fix this. “S-sorry, was that too much? Did I… make you uncomfortable?” mumbled Lyam apologetically, resting a paw on the human’s soft skin, noticing how his words had him squirming and quivering even though he was still as hard as a rock. “No, not at all.” reassured Nick, a shy but warm smile curling his lips, “I just thought about something… very exciting…” he whispered in a tantalizing manner. “Oh really? What is it?” “You said you really loved when you were knotted to that machine right?” “Yes I did… but why?” questioned Lyam, a bit puzzled, but made even more aroused by that old, forgotten memory. “How… about… you… knot me…” muttered Nick, heat flushing his face red, feeling extremely embarrassed to be the one asking this, not daring to look directly at the dragon above him as he spoke. “E-excuse me… w-w-w-what did you… say?” gasped Lyam, shocked, staring at him in shock, doubting he had heard right.

Nick only smirked, giving the large snout an affectionate caress and a loving kiss right between the nostrils, loving the hot air billowing over him. “Well, I was thinking that maybe you could…” he stopped, crawling out from under the tall dragon towering over him, making sure that he could see everything as he rolled over until he was on his hands and knees, his rear raised toward the dragon, “maybe you could… you know… mount me…” he ended, grinning toothily, a crimson blush covering his cheeks as he exposed himself to his horny mate, slightly embarrassed to find himself in this position. Yet to his own disbelief no reaction came, Lyam remaining perfectly immobile, silent like a tomb, barely breathing. He glanced back, wondering what was going on, worried that he may have disturbed his lover. What he found was as concerning as it was priceless, Lyam seemed, stuck for lack of a better word, jaws hanging wide open on a blank gasp, eyes glued to his butt, staring at it in a mix of utter confusion and panic, his claws digging deep in the bedsheet, leaving large, jagged tears in the soft material. He seemed simply paralyzed, unable to speak or move a muscle, his breath quick and irregular, his golden eyes continuously scrutinizing him, not blinking a single time.

“Are you alright?” “A-am ok…” stammered the dragon, his voice and body trembling with uncertainty, “I… I just… wasn’t expecting that…” he added, heavily gulping down. Even though he sounded confused, worried, Nick could tell he was liking it nonetheless, the smell of his arousal growing stronger, more alluring. “Like what you see?” giggled Nick, proud to finally be able to use Lyam’s favorite catchphrase against him. “I… I do… I just… never expected that from you.” growled Lyam.

Nick tensed, stiffening a surprised gasp as Lyam reached out and caressed his cheek with his scaly paw, testing their firmness, giving them a gentle squeeze, accompanying his actions with a low delighted growl. Soon he found himself shuddering, moaning uncontrollably straddled by the larger, stronger dragon, feeling his weight upon his back as his smooth scales ground against his skin. His front paws landed next to his hands, his neck bent down, his snout standing next to his head, affectionately nuzzling and licking his cheek. “I never knew you wanted this…” admitted Lyam, hints of apprehension peaking in his otherwise calm voice. “You never told me you were interested either.” snorted Nick, kissing his mate’s lips lovingly. “True.” chuckled Lyam, cooing deeply, “but…” he continued, his expression darkening, becoming more serious, grimmer even, “are you sure? I mean I… well you… err… I… it’s not that I… but…” he sputtered, not managing to form a single coherent sentence, too many words wanting to come out at the same time. He looked panicked, terrified, shivering madly, his heat beating so fast Nick was worried he would faint or something, his tail nervously swishing from side to side.

Nick glanced behind his shoulder, discovering the handsome dragon in a state of sheer panic, his maw closing and opening on nothing but silent words, the rest an incomprehensible warbles and squeaks. In a way he looked like a guy during his first time, so stressed out, so anxious he was unable to do anything, which was pretty cute. “It’s alright Lyam, breath deeply and slowly, take your time and let it all come out naturally.” he let out in a reassuring tone, offering him an encouraging smile. Lyam did as he was told, taking a long deep breath, closing his eyes, appeasing the turmoil of his racing mind. “Thanks Nick,” he let out once calm enough to speak, “I… I really appreciate the offer but I… I don’t know I… I have never done this before, I… I don’t know how to do it… I have no experience. Unless…” “Unless?” Lyam dipped his snout, blushing so hard his black scales so red it looked like it was their natural color, his eyes darting in every direction. “Do… breeding mounts count as experience?” “Nah I don’t think so.” giggled Nick, finding the dragon so adorable like this, his silly question making him laugh quite a lot. “In that case, then I… I don’t have any experience.” sighed Lyam, blushing even harder.

Hearing this brought warmth and joy to Nick, feeling proud to be the dragon’s first time, happy to be the one to show him how it was done, this information making him all the more eager to have Lyam mount him. “I’d happily be your first time you know.” offered Nick, blushing as much, if not more than the already crimson red dragon. “Thanks Nick… that’s a very kind offer, but… I think I’ll have to decline… I don’t want to hurt you.” stammered Lyam, still unsure even though it was clear a part of him was more than eager for it, lust shining in his eyes when Nick had made his proposal. “What, you think you’re the first man I take?” chuckled Nick, invitingly swaying his butt at the dragon, reaching back with a hand and spreading his cheeks just enough to expose his tight, puckered hole, surprising himself with this bold move. “No, of course not, though I’m surprised to hear this,” responded Lyam nervously, “it’s just that… I’m inexperienced, and rather… big…” noted the dragon, lowering himself until his sizeable cock rubbed against Nick’s butt, sliding in the crack of his cheeks with ease, smearing slick precum all around his hole.

Nick couldn’t hold back a loud needy groan, pressing against the thick pulsing shaft, feeling it throb between his cheeks, radiating an overwhelming heat. His entire frame quaked as he ground himself against it, jolts of pleasure bursting from his tightly clenched pucker each time one of those thick ridges slid over it. “You sure are big…” he moaned, already wanting that draconic spire inside him. “Bigger than any human you may have taken there.” Observed Lyam, quite aroused by Nick’s lustful moans, slowly slipping into his own boiling volcano of lust this very sight had awoken from it’s long slumber, “Don’t take that wrong though, I’m not saying that humans are small or anything, I’m just… larger than them… and… I also have a knot…” he added, slowly, sensually rocking his hips, pushing his member a bit deeper between the human’s cheeks. “That you are…” acknowledged Nick, the simple mention of that large engorged mass at the base of that already large cock making him horny and weary in equal measures, “But, I’m not worried, it’s not the first time I’m with someone with bigger equipment.” Cockily chuckled Nick. “Hold on what?” “I never said I had been with humans exclusively.” “Interesting…” growled Lyam, truly mounting him this time, “I didn’t know that side of you, always thought you for a top.” “And here I believed you were a bottom.”  Retorted Nick, kissing the dragon’s cheek. “Careful with what you say or I might decide to ride your cock instead.” Playfully growled Lyam in return, pulling away ever so slightly. “But yeah, more seriously I rarely get to be on the receiving end but I enjoy it as well, at times, with trusted people such as you.”

His words seemed to have their effect on Lyam, causing him to shiver and purr deeply, seemingly flattered, receiving a long, loving lick as a reward. “In that case, I can’t wait to see how you handle this.” Replied Lyam, resting his rock-hard erection on the human’s rear, jabbing at it with his tip, leaving wet trails of pre behind. “That should be fine, at least I hope.” “Having second thoughts?” giggled Lyam teasingly. “No, absolutely not! Just, keep it slow for now, as tempting as it may be to go rough, keep a hold of yourself.” “I will try; I can’t promise anything but I’ll try.” Promised Lyam, nuzzling and kissing him affectionately, his front paws sensually caressing his belly and chest, sending blissful chills down his spine. “Looks like that makes you really horny.” Noted Lyam, wrapping a paw around Nick’s throbbing erection, stroking it slowly, “Is it turning you on that much?” he enquired, causing a great deal of embarrassment to Nick. “I have to say I’ve been… thinking about it for… some time now.” Confessed Nick, blushing profusely, arching his back both from anticipation and the drag’ons skilled touch, “and having it happen is just… so exciting.” “Well then, let’s not waste anymore time and get you prepared, shall we.” Seductively growled Lyam, pulling away, not without a last affectionate Kiss on the human’s lips.

Nick nodded approvingly, squirming in anticipation even though a spike of worry slithered its way beyond the thick clouds of arousal obscuring his mind. However he had no time to hesitate or have any doubts, Lyam was already all over him. His whole frame tensed, jerked forward by a sudden push from a large, scaly snout, nuzzling along his back. Low moans and groans burst from his mouth as this agile tongue traveled down his spine, finding sensitive spots to tease and caress, blasts of hot air billowing over his skin. At last Lyam reached his rear, nuzzling and kissing the human cheeks, making Nick coo and shudder from the unexpected attention. He had expected the dragon to mount him straight away but no, instead, true to his words, despite the desire blooming in his veins Lyam took it slow, the way he had been shown and had fallen in love with. Slowly Lyam’s snout descended along his cheeks, burying itself between them, forcing them apart to accommodate his bulky muzzle, his nostrils blasting hot, moist air over his sensitive crack while his tongue snuck out of his maw, slowly, teasingly circling around his tightly clenched entrance. “Hmpf… what are you doing?” moaned Nick, quivering from the heat of that warm tongue as it poked and prodded around his entrance. “Can’t mount you without proper lubrication.” Replied Lyam, giving a long lick over Nick’s hole. “And here I though you had no experience.” Chuckled Nick. “But it’s true, I don’t, I just… do as I would do when preparing myself.” Explained Lyam, pushing his wet tongue tip against Nick’s puckered hole, testing its resistance, feeling the muscles clench tight to prevent any intrusion.

Nick only nodded in acknowledgment, curious to see how the dragon would proceed, trembling in anticipation, so aroused it was getting a bit painful. Lyam, knew exactly what he had to do and took a deep breath, wrapping a paw around Nick’s right cheek, spreading it apart a bit more to give himself more room to work. His tongue continued describing little circles around Nick’s pucker, inching closer with each rotation, slathering the sensitive skin in warm, slippery saliva. Nick was moaning, arching his back, his cock surging with each flick of that agile appendage, beads of pre collecting at the tip, dripping on the bed below. He knew that tongue well and how good Lyam was with it, but having it lick there was something entirely different, something he enjoyed greatly, pleasure flooding his body as a result, washing away all fears and apprehensions, allowing him to relax. His muscles loosened ever so slightly, just as Lyam’s tongue dragged over his hole, the entrance flexing and tensing from the unexpected caress, the contact sending jolts of pleasure rushing through his body. Once again he was amazed by how talented Lyam was with that tongue of his, both in words and what he could do with it, giving him great pleasure as it slowly lapped at his puckered, wrinkled entrance, soaking it in warmth and spit. The sharp, pointy tip pressed against the loosening hole, cautiously testing if it could enter, stopping whenever Nick’s muscles would clench, denying access. However, each time he could feel his tight ring of muscles give in a bit more, cracking open for the dragon’s tongue.

The next instant, a sharp surge of pain invaded his mind, pulling him from the fluffy cloud of pleasure he had been floating away on, emanating from his backside. Instinctively his muscles clenched hard on the intruder, his walls squishing Lyam’s slippery tongue hard, preventing it from escaping or getting any further. The pain and discomfort was much greater than he had anticipated, as if someone was trying to jam a knife or a drill up his rear, sending wave after wave of pain crashing down on him. “That’s… tight…” whined Lyam, trying to get his tongue free, “are you sure you’ve taken a cock there before?” “Yeah but it’s been a while…” admitted Nick, snarling in suffering, trying his best to remain calm and relax. Lyam remained immobile, waiting for the pain to subside, only wiggling his tongue around a little, covering the inner side of this tightly clenched muscular ring in his warm saliva. Slowly the tight grip around his tongue loosened enough for him to move more freely, the tip poking around a bit, exploring the entrance of that tight, muscular tunnel, slathering the walls in his saliva. The sensation of the very tip of Lyam’s long appendage pushing its way inside of him was enough to have Nick groan, his legs shaking from the penetration, his cock slapping his belly with each powerful throb that shook his length. Slowly, cautiously, after leaving him plenty of time to adjust to his presence, Lyam ventured deeper, his long, prehensile tongue slithering a few inches further, stopping when the muscular passage around it tensed. Nick was shivering, feeling like someone was prying him open, this long, thickening tongue spreading him wider than any cock he had take in the past, going far deeper than any man had gone before and he was loving it, moaning and growling in pure pleasure, pushing against Lyam’s tongue to take more, his muscles clenching hard around him, holding him in a tight, vice-like grip, not to stop in, but to draw him in more instead. Lyam eagerly obliged, huffing and grunting in arousal, pulling his tongue out only to thrust deep inside moments later, pushing the muscular folds apart with his tip, marveling at how the narrow tunnel clamped and squished him, wondering how it would feel around his cock. His saliva-coated tongue sank even deeper, covering the sensitive walls in his slick lubrication, smothering each and every inch in a thick layer of it, making sure that no spot was left untouched.

Nick was in heaven, squirming and cooing in bliss, feeling that large tongue wiggle its way inside him, discovering sensitive spots even he didn’t know about, rubbing and massaging them, making him cry from the top of his lungs in bliss, his hole rhythmically clamping shut in response, trapping it inside him while his cock tensed and erupted with thick jets of pre. Lyam had found Nick’s prostate long ago and was making sure to pleasure that sweet spot of his, massaging, stabbing and spamming that pleasurable button tucked away in the depth of his anatomy, delighting himself with the loud, needy moans he got in response. All along his tip kept thrusting in and out, sinking even deeper, so deep he was almost reaching his limit, spreading his thick, slippery saliva along the way, making sure Nick was nice, lubed and loosened when he would do it. Speaking of which he couldn’t deny that doing this to another man, his mate in particular made his craves skyrocket, his turgid cock so hard, so stiff, so engorged with blood it started to hurt, so much pre streaming down his cock that it had formed an inch deep pool of clear fluids between his hind paws, the pressure building up inside him so great that he felt on the verge of cumming without having been touched once since they had begun. His mate was ready and he was needy and he knew that if he wanted he could mount Nick there and then and breed him but it would only last a couple of minute in his current state, nowhere near enough to satisfy them. He had to get his lust down t a manageable level while also making sure that Nick would be ready for him, and he just happened to know how.

Nick’s eyes shot open, a surprised gasp spilling from his gaping mouth, his wobbly legs almost giving way below him as Lyam suddenly pulled away completely, removing the entirety of his tongue from the human’s hole, leaving it gaping on nothing but emptiness, oozing with thick globes of saliva. “Damn… didn’t know you had that long of a tongue…” let out Nick, impressed, collapsing on the bed, trembling from head to toe, inadvertently raising his rump even more in the air. “If you found that long wait until you see my cock.” Chuckled Lyam naughtily, giving the plump cheeks a gentle slap. “Does it mean you’re ready?” enquired Nick panting raggedly. “Not quite.” “Then why did you stop?” “Well…” said Lyam, deviously grinning at the exposed man before him, giving his exposed butt a lick. Before Nick’s very eyes he saw Lyam slowly walk around him, the bed squeaking and sinking with each step, the dragon purposefully going slowly, almost posing between each step, offering Nick a gorgeous view of the dripping cock bouncing between his hindlegs. Nick couldn’t take his eyes off the dragon’s meaty cock swaying in a hypnotizing way before him, dripping tasty pre all over the bed, the smell of which flaring his nose, overwhelming his senses. In no time Lyam was facing him, looking down at him, grinning toothily, that same devious glow shining in his eyes. The two stared at each other for a second, exchanging a warm smile, and a loving kiss before Lyam took a step further, walking over him, stopping only when his cock was dangling right before Nick’s eyes. The scent was overpowering, the rhythmic throbs mesmerizing, the pre collecting on the tip only waiting for a mouth or a tongue to take it all away.

“Well I thought I could use some lube too.” casually said Lyam, insistently poking at Nick’s face with his hardened length. “You look pretty well-lubed to me.” replied Nick, playfully pushing the heated spire away, “You’ll have to find a better excuse than that.” “You know me too well, may have to silence you before you can reveal any of my secrets.” dominantly growled Lyam, feigning annoyance, more insistently rubbing his sizeable erection along Nick’s face as if this was a threat of some sort. “Oh wow I’m so scared.” Sarcastically retorted Nick, unfazed, amused by the dragon’s insistence and eagerness. “Fine, I’m just horny.” “That’s not unusual.” “I know but if I took you now I wouldn’t last more than a few minutes, so please stop teasing and get to work.” “That’s what I thought.” sniggered the human, planting a soft kiss on the oversensitive tip. “Yeah I know, though I was serious about the extra lube, I don’t want to hurt you when… when I go in.” added Lyam, a bit embarrassed, grateful that Nick couldn’t see him blush from this angle. “That’s very kind of y…” “Oh just shut up and suck me already.” Growled Lyam, cutting him off.

In the blink of an eye Lyam thrust forward, forcing the tip of his maleness inside Nick’s mouth, opening his jaws to accommodate the impressive girth, a wave of heat and alluring musk following in its wake. Nick huffed and protested, his words muffed by the thick, pulsing cock sliding with ease in his mouth, ridges popping in with wet noises. The tip rested on his tongue, dripping warm, slick pre everywhere, so much in fact that it already pooled in his mouth, threatening to overflow at any moment. “Much, much better.” rumbled Lyam in satisfaction, claws curling inward, “I should do that more often.” he added, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, dragging his ridged length against the human tongue. However he quickly regretted that last bit of teasing, his oversensitive spire surging with held-back lust, strong jets of pre squirting as it rapidly throbbed, on the brink of spilling his load. He gritted he teeth, only a deep rumble slipping out of his tightly shut maw as tried to remain calm, forced to hold still until this powerful tide of pleasure subsided. Nick, noticing how pent-up, how close Lyam was, smirked, noisily swallowing the pre that had collected upon his tongue, letting more spill from the bloated tip, his tongue began tickling the sensitive ridges, feeling them flare with each throb, causing more pre to squirt out, fluids that he happily sampled and drank straight from the source. “Oh… stars above… that feels good…” he moaned, panting raggedly, holding back the urge to thrust in that hot, velvety oral cavity with all his might. Nick, encouraged by the dragon’s needy moans began suckling, his lips forming a tight seal around the meaty spire while his tongue slathered the first few inches in saliva, making sure every centimeter was lubed as per the dragon’s wishes.

“That’s… more like it…” huffed Lyam, trying to look unaffected by the human’s ministration, “Now… where was I?” he added, eyes homed on the human’s loosened, saliva glistening crack awaiting him, licking his lips in anticipation, “Oh yeah… I remember now…” he ended, in a low, lustful grunt, pressing a paw on Nick’s rear, spreading his cheeks apart, fully exposing his clenching hole. With ravenous hunger he dove straight down for his prize, ruthlessly lapping at the gaping pucker, making Nick huff and gasp with every lick, the powerful anal muscles clenching, forcing globes of thick draconic spit out. His hips began thrusting slowly, grinding his ridged length against the human tongue, burying a bit more of himself each time. Nick grunted in slight discomfort, having to quickly adjust to the dragon’s much more dominant stance, realizing he had no other choice but to submit and obey. Luckily for him he was used to handle the dragon’s sizeable cock in his mouth, knowing exactly how to proceed, even though this new position was quite different from what he was used to. He resumed sucking, cradling the tip on his tongue, guiding the shaft into his mouth, caressing the sensitive ridges, sensing each throb, each twitch of the hard cock. Pre gushed from the tip, spilling deep inside of his mouth in such large quantities it leaked out in thick rivulets of mixed fluids that pooled below him, the rest being eagerly guzzled down. In this submissive pose he couldn’t do much though, except brace himself and pleasure the horny dragon at the best of his ability, swallowing inch after inch of heated draconic flesh until the tip poked at the back of his throat. Yet, even though it made him gag, even though the pre pouring in his mouth was becoming a bit much to handle he couldn’t pull away, kept in place by the strong grasp on his rear while Lyam rapidly and ravenously lapped at his hole, keeping him nice, lubed and relaxed.

Suddenly, without warning, Lyam opened his maw wide, allowing thick drool to rain down on Nick’s exposed cheeks, a mere instant before his tongue stabbed deep into the human’s hole, pushing his saliva-drenched walls apart once again. At the exact same time he pulled out, sliding every inch of his cock free from Nick’s mouth, leaving him time to breath, only for the thick spire to be slammed back in, breaching into his throat this time. He huffed in discomfort from the unexpected penetration, his stuffed throat bulging around the dragon cock as pre trickled down straight into his stomach. Nevertheless the pain quickly subsided, a powerful surge of pleasure taking its place, coming straight from his anus, making even the dick throbbing in his throat more than enjoyable. Lyam was thrusting his tongue deep inside, going as far as he could reach, dragging his slick appendage over every sensitive spots hidden in Nick’s depth, his tip jabbing at his prostate at each occasion it was given, causing the tight hole to clench down hard around him, holding him in the tightest of grips. Nick groaned, shaking in pleasure, jolted forward by each powerful thrust, pushed straight into Lyam’s throbbing maleness, his own dick jumping and tensing from the rough treatment, dripping pre like a faucet, pleasure rushing in his veins.

As he pounded the tight human hole with his tongue his hips bucked forward, shoving his member deeper into the even narrower passage, grinding his ridged against the sensitive walls and tongue, spurts of pre painting the inside in his natural lubrication. The feeling of the human’s holes constricting around him, undulating around both tongue and cock in a similar way was exhilarating, making him loose all control of himself, raw, untamed lust clouding his vision and his mind, burning hot desire flowing in his veins like hot lava. Abandoning himself to the wild mating urge he plowed away at both ends at once, unconsciously synchronizing his thrusts, stabbing his mate with his tongue as he slammed deep into his throat. The muffed sounds he made, the way his body trembled and tensed below him, his muscles clamped hard around him, inviting him in told him that he was enjoying it as well, maybe as much as he did; His low growls of pleasure filled the quiet room, Nick’s pleasured moans silenced by the thick shaft plowing his throat, leaving only muffed gasp and suckles, wet squelching noises accompanying each thrust.

Nick found himself enjoying it more than he would have ever thought, closing his eyes, letting the dragon have his way with him, doing everything in his power to pleasure the dragon, clenching around his tongue that made him weak in the knees, sucking, licking and pressing his tongue against the underside of his shaft, trying to stay as relaxed as possible for the dragon to thrust as freely as he could inside him. The bliss that coursed in his veins was unlike any other, pleasure surging in wave from his ravaged hole filled with warmth and slimy saliva, spreading throughout every inch of flesh, making even the thick cock sliding in and out of his throat pleasurable. “Is that what Dereck was feeling?” he thought to himself, finding the pleasure hard to resist, offering himself fully to the dragon for him to hump, loving the way Lyam roughly mated his mouth, the bulbous knot now noisily slapping his face each time the dragon sank in his throat. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel inside him, yearning for it, craving for the rough treatment Lyam would surely give him, the mere thought fueling his own growing desire.

Lyam knew that at this rate he wouldn’t last much longer, and to his own disbelief, Nick either, the human clearly enjoying this, making him all the more eager to fuck him. He doubled his efforts, mounting both ends at once, giving deep, forceful thrusts on one side while his tongue focused on the sensitive spots, wanting them to cum together. Nick could feel himself getting close, so was Lyam, more and more pre leaking from their cocks, the two doing everything they could to make the other cum, thrusting, sucking, going as deep as possible in one anther, the pressure quickly welling up inside them. Lyam was the first to break loose, moaning in pure bliss as his jaws opened wide, allowing him to thrust fully for one last time inside his mate. His cock slammed hard into Nick’s throat, the knot pressing against his lips, too big to ever hope to fit inside. His cock twitched, pulsing rapidly, seed rushing through his length and at last, bursting from the tip, spraying deep into Nick’s throat. Spurt after spurt of fertile cum rolled out of the engorged shaft, painting the insides of his throat in sticky whiteness, the rest feeding his hungry stomach with all the dragon cum he could hope for, more always coming out. Nick had reached his own peak mere seconds after Lyam, his essence bursting with an impressive force from his stiff cock, forming long white lines all over the bedsheet, the tongue lodged deep inside him resulting in a much more powerful orgasm. Lyam was in heaven, filling his lover from one end, getting rid of a part of that heavy burden of liquid lust while also feeling how tight the hole was around his tongue, his eagerness for it only growing stronger as a result.

Slowly, cautiously he began pulling out from both sides at once, sliding his tongue out between powerful clenches of this muscular tunnel, eliciting low, needy moans from his mate as his cock was withdrawn from his throat, still gushing cum everywhere. The next couple of spurts splattered all over Nick’s mouth, filling it with potent dragon cream for him to swallow., which he did with utmost delight, loudly gulping down, his tongue tracing around the tip, collecting every drop of semen that oozed out, drinking all he could from the source, the rest steaming down his cheeks. Finally, as his orgasm neared its end Lyam pulled out completely, letting the last, weaker spurts of cum burst from his tip, dashing white streaks across his mate’s face. Nick stood there, quaking from the powerful orgasm that shook his being, letting the warmth of that cum cover his face, enjoying its strong smell he was despising not too long ago, basking in the afterglow of his own climax. The two of them were panting, out of breath, their body spent like they had run for miles but both of them knew it was only the beginning.

Lyam stepped back, the last drop of seed dripping from his still hard cock falling on the bed as he glanced down to observe his work. The two smirked at each other, still shaken by their first peek of the day, already aching for the next one despite the exhaustion starting to kick in. Their lips met, not without a long, loving lick from Lyam first, scooping up some of his own essence, purring as his own strong taste invaded his maw.

The kiss lasted for a delightful minute, none of them wanting to pull away, low growls and moans answering to one another as Nick reached up, softly caressing Lyam’s cheek. Yet all good things have to come to an end, or do they? The two parted, smiling once again at each other, eyes glimmering with love and passion, their bodies, and more specifically their cocks tensing in anticipation. “That was… amazing…” mumbled Nick, cum still clinging to his face as well as the inside of his mouth. “You are amazing.” Replied Lyam, “I take that as you enjoyed the… rough treatment?” he added with that familiar devious tone. Nick didn’t answer but his body spoke for him, his cheeks were a deep crimson red, his cock was still harder than steel even after the powerful orgasm he had just experience and his hole was still clenching down on emptiness, quivering in anticipation, impatient to feel the dragon’s tool deep inside him. “I take that as a yes.” Giggled Lyam in satisfaction, “so, do we… continue?” he enquired, hints of incertitude peaking in his voice. Nick grinned, nodding approvingly, turning around, exposing his butt to the dragon, spreading his cheeks, inviting him in. “I’ve been waiting this for so long, there’s no way I’m stopping now.” He moaned, waving his rear invitingly at the dragon, “just… don’t go as rough on me ok.” “I’ll try.” Promised Lyam, “I just… still can’t believe you wanted me in there that much.” Admitted the dragon as he mounted him. “You have no idea…” cooed the human, as eager as he apprehended this moment, praying that Lyam wouldn’t go as rough on him, at least not now.

Nick shuddered, bending under the heavy weight resting upon his back, smooth scale brushing against skin, paws gripping his shoulder, holding him still as Lyam got into position. Nick couldn’t hide a smirk when he felt Lyam’s saliva and cum covered tip poke and slide against his rear, leaving warm, sticky trails behind. Low, barely audible, frustrated grumbles filled the silence while the inexperienced dragon tried to find his mark, thrusting against Nick’s butt only to slide along his butt cheeks, missing his target every time. With each failed attempt he grew more annoyed, trying again with more force, missing again but managing to topple Nick over in the process. “Need some help there?” “No, it’s fine, I just need to… find…” grumbled Lyam through his gritted teeth, tightening his grip around Nick’s shoulder, jabbing at his rear desperately, “god damn it.” He let out in anger, missing once again. “Need some help down there?” “No it’s… it’s fine… it’s just… so stupidly hard to aim that thing.” Huffed Lyam, sliding his needy spire between Nick’s cheeks, hoping to find the spot this way. “Need some… guidance?” chuckled Nick, grinding his rear against Lyam’s throbbing maleness. “Very funny, but I just… it just… it’s so stupid trying to point my dick in the right direction without being able to look at it.” He growled, upset, “I just… don’t understand how I’m supposed to do it.” “I wasn’t making fun Lyam, I was simply offering a hand.” “Oh… err… sorry… I could use some help.” Admitted Lyam, looking away in embarrassment.

Nick was happy to assist, reaching back, wrapping his fingers around the thick, throbbing length, finding it hot and slippery, making it harder to get a good grip on it. “It’s ok Lyam, no need to be upset about it. You’ll get the hang of it, you just need… some practice.” He said in a reassuring tone, lining the pulsing spire with his rear, tensing when the tip pressed against his entrance, “just keep it nice and slow for now ok.” “I’ll… I’ll try…” muttered Lyam, shivering in uncontained excitement, his claws tightening their grip around Nick as he gave a testing thrust, feeling the tight muscular ring crack open against his tip. Applying a tiny bit more pressure the opening widened, just enough, for his pointy tip to slip inside unexpectedly. The two gasped in surprise, grimacing in pain. Nick’s entire frame was rocked by a sharp burst of pure suffering as his anus was forcibly pried open by the dragon’s tip, his muscles immediately clenching down hard around him, denying him access, keeping him trapped. It was like someone was trying to tear him apart from inside, and it was just the tip of Lyam’s cock; leaving him to wonder if he hadn’t bitten more than he could chew. Lyam on his end was in an equal amount of suffering, his cock held hostage by Nick’s powerful muscles trying to squish him, grind him into a pulp. “Tight… too tight…” he squealed, snarling in pain, “I knew it was a… bad idea… I-I should pull out.” “No wait! Stay put, just… just give it time.” Huffed Nick, controlling his breath, trying to remain calm.

Lyam did as he was told, holding still, affectionately licking along Nick’s neck, trying to ease the pain, caressing his sides and chest with a paw, finding sensitive points to massage and touch. The dragon’s affection was a great help for Nick, relaxing in his caring, comforting embrace. Lyam felt the hole loosening its grip around him ever so slightly, giving him a bit more room yet he decided to not hurry things and instead take his time, waiting for Nick to fully adjust to his size and presence before even thinking about moving. With each passing second the pressure decreased, his muscles relaxing, at last welcoming the draconic meat inside him, the sheer pain that had overwhelmed his senses minutes ago reduced to a dull ache pushed aside in his mind. Lyam dared to move, pushing a bit more of his cock inside Nick’s passage, stopping after another inch had slipped inside, leaving time to his insides to get accommodated with his size. Lyam’s girth was truly massive, or to be more precise Nick could see and feel firsthand how big the dragon truly was, spreading him apart much more than any other cock before. Now that he had it inside him, sunk to the first ridge in his clamping hole he began doubting, worrying that he wouldn’t be able to take all of it, not even taking into account the juicy knot awaiting him at the base of this mighty cock. Thankfully Lyam, despite his panting breath and wild urges clawing at him to ruthlessly breed him held on, going slow on him, taking his time, already moaning and groaning from the treatment his tip was receiving.

With a bit more effort the first ridge slid in with a wet squelching sound, drawing loud moans and gasps from both of them, their bodies tensing as Nick’s anal muscles clenched down hard again, squeezing Lyam’s cock in a tight vice grip, forcing more pre to ooze out of his tip. So they repeated the same operation, over and over again, waiting until Nick grew used to the cock stuffing his rear, adding another inch and stopping when the pressure became too great, alternating between moments of intense bliss and instants of soul-crushing suffering. Nevertheless, before they knew it, half of Lyam’s maleness was nestled deep inside of him, throbbing and twitching in the embrace, enough for him to try something. Slowly, instead of thrusting deeper he pulled back trembling in a mix of fear and delight, pleasure jolting fromhis sensitive flesh, his flared ridges scraping along Nick’s walls on their way out, causing the man to moan and shudder in bliss. Once only the tip remained nestled in the clenching, depth of Nick’s anus Lyam gave a first thrust, sinking back in with relative ease thanks to all the pre and saliva coating the walls around him. Nick grunted, shaking as the dragon’s cock slid inside him, each ridge sending blissful chills down his spine, making his own member throb with renewed vigor. “That’s it… just like that, keep it slow… and steady…” he let out in a low whimper, grimacing when Lyam tried to venture a bit deeper. The dragon only grunted in acknowledgment, pulling out again, just to buck back in a bit faster, eliciting a loud cry of pure pleasure from him.

Quickly Lyam found his pace, humping him at a moderately slow speed, still rocking him back and forth with each thrust. The sensation of that thick ridged shaft sliding in and out of him was amazing, providing much more stimulation than any other cock he had experimented with, making him weak in the knees each time those thick protrusions ground against one of his sensitive spots. Lyam was in bliss, loving every instant of it, Nick’s tight depth much better than any of the breeding mounts he had played with, so much more pleasurable and tight, undulating around him every time he thrust, squeezing hard whenever he pulled out, trying to keep him inside. Now that he was buried deep in his human mate Lyam began to experiment, learning what he could do and what he couldn’t, discovering new ways to bring pleasure to both of them. He shifted his position, angling his thrusts at different spots, varying the speed and force at which he bucked inside, noting what was the most enjoyable and what seemed to cause discomfort.

Nick was in heaven, pleasure shooting through him as Lyam’s pre shot deep in his rear, filling him with his liquid warmth, his thick cock wrecking his insides with each powerful thrust, sinking a bit deeper each time, adding another ridge that stimulated him even more. Lustful moans and deep primal growls filled the room, forming an enticing melody rhythmed by the sound of their hips slapping and their bodies brushing together as their, at first shy, careful penetration became a much wilder, carnal breeding. Without even realizing it Lyam had managed to insert the entirety of his pulsing member into Nick’s butt, his knot slapping the human cheeks each time he plunged deep in his quivering hole, the ridges massaging against every sensitive spots of Nick’s anatomy, his muscles clenching tightly around him as a result, only making him want to go deeper. Nick couldn’t stop moaning, panting breathlessly, tidal waves of pleasure washing over him, leaving him trembling like a leaf, rocked back and forth with each mighty thrust, loving the way the ridges tickled his insides with each motion, the pointed tip stabbing so deep in his hole his belly bulged. Even now that it was fully tucked away inside his tight passage he still found it hard to believe it was truly happening, amazed that Lyam was mounting him, plowing at his guts with his massive cock, shocked that he was able to take it all on his first attempt, grateful for Lyam’s meticulous lubing.

Lyam picked up the pace, his low growls turning wilder, more dominant, his amber irises veiled with carnal lust, blazing with the raw urge to mate. His grip tightened around Nick’s shoulders as he humped his tight hole faster, harder, deeper, shoving his ridged cock as far as he could, his knot forcefully slamming against his entrance, trying to gain access, pre squirting at an almost constant rate from his tip, drenching the muscular walls in slick lubricant, making each penetration smoother than the last, some trickling down along Nick’s balls when he pulled out. Soon he found himself thrusting in and out of Nick’s loosened tunnel at a rapid pace, their hips noisily slapping, their moans responding to each other, their bodies on autopilot, giving into the raw need coursing through them like wild animals, molten pleasure flowing in their veins, bringing warmth to every inch of their flesh. Nick was trembling, his muscles growing weak from the rough, wild, session, the pleasure his mate brought him becoming much more than he could handle, his rational mind crumbling, leaving only the lust for this big dragon’s cock he had tried to ignore for so long. His body moved in time with his mate, pushing against each thrust, eagerly swallowing each inch, impaling himself on it, squeezing on that large bulbous knot, pulling back with the dragon, clenching and massaging his length, inviting him to thrust harder. Each time the thick draconic member slammed hard inside him his own throbbed harder, becoming so stiff it was almost painful, drawing a strong squirt of pre from him, his balls jumping in their sack, churning with seed begging to be released.

Lyam could feel himself getting close, the pressure in his loins building up with each thrust, feeding his burning crave. The tightness, the constant squeezing and clamping around his cock, the walls massaging his length from all sides at once, the delightful feeling of thrusting in a needy hole wanting him, even Nick’s moans ensured he wouldn’t last long. He wasn’t thinking anymore, his brain drowning in arousal, his body only driven by unknown instincts telling him exactly what to do. He asserted his dominance over the human, holding him in place between his claws as he slammed hard and fast inside him, smashing his knot against his butt, trying desperately to fit it in. Nick knew Lyam was getting close, so was he, the dragon’s cock repeatedly jabbing at his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his aching member while his mate’s speed increased yet again, now truly humping him with all he had, his tip pushing against his belly, forming a nice tent every time he sank in, his knot hammering his entrance, prying it open even more, yet still failing to slip in. Nic knew what the dragon was trying to do and he wanted it as well, bucking his hips back in time with the dragon’s powerful thrust, impaling himself on his large pulsing shaft, pushing against the knot, grimacing in slight discomfort as it widened his hole more though the bliss he felt quickly erased it. The two were panting raggedly, groaning and huffing in carnal lust, both aching for release, trembling in sheer arousal.

Nick suddenly slipped, his muscles giving way under him, the front half of his body ending pinned against the bed, bringing the lustful dragon with him. The new position, the added weight as he was pressed into the soft mattress made him gasp and wince in both surprise and discomfort. He found himself unable to get up again, his body unresponsive to his brain’s commands, leaving him fully submitted, at the mercy of the wildly breeding dragon. Lyam was taken aback by the sudden shift in position, offering him a brief but welcomed moment of lucidity in the maelstrom of raw lust ravaging his brain, allowing him to quickly catch his breath and make sense of the situation. However, the instant he thrust the needs were back in full force, easily overpowering him, sending him back in his lustful frenzy, his instincts taking back control of his body and mind. The new angle at which he was now plowing Nick’s butt was much better, allowing him more room to thrust, making it easier for him to burry himself fully inside him. Not wasting a single second he resumed pounding away at the tight human hole, growling and rumbling deeply, pinning him down while he mated him with everything he had, feeling so close, so frustratingly close without having fulfilled that last burning, demanding desire of his, to feel his knot lodged deep in his mate. Nick wanted it so badly as well, doing everything he could to relax even though this was nearly impossible with the dragon hammering his rear at full speed. Pre gushed from both their cocks at such rate it felt for both like they were already cumming, the two males so close, just hanging at the edge, needing just a single push to go over it.

Lyam couldn’t hold it back any longer, the pressure too much to bear, too strong to resist, like trying to stop a torrent with just your bare hands. He screwed his eyes shut, gritted his teeth as he pulled out almost entirely for one last time, hanging in that position for a brief moment before slamming deep inside. At the exact instant Nick used what little strength he had left to push back against the dragon, taking all he could of that sweet, hot and ridged cock of his. The two of them let out a surprised yelp, their eyes bursting open, their bodies tensing, freezing in that instant, both struggling to understand what had just happened. Nick shuddered, a feeling of fullness taking hold of him, his ass stretched so wide, forced to accommodate something big and round right at the base of Lyam’s cock. His knot, he couldn’t believe it, he had taken it, on his very first time, the large engorged orb stretching him to his limits. “I’m… I’m… in…” gasped Lyam in disbelief, giving quick jabs inside Nick’s hole, feeling stuck, their hips tied together. He had no time to be amazed however, the pressure around his knot opening the floodgates, his balls churning and pulsing in their scaly pouch. A low rumbling growl built up in the now quiet room, Lyam tightening his grip even more around Nick, his razor-sharp claws slicing through the skin of his shoulders with ease, drawing out a few droplets of vermillion blood, eliciting a pained whine from Nick. A wave of hot seed rushed through his stiffening cock, his knot engorging just a bit more to ensure a perfect seal, his ridges flaring to their fullest.

The loudest, most deafening roar of purest, rawest filled the room, so mighty it made the very foundations of the building quake, so wild it had some neighbors hiding, fearing a feral animal had gotten loose somehow, so powerful that it rattled every bone in Nick’s body. As Lyam cried his orgasmic pleasure out to the ceiling the first geyser of scalding hot essence gushed from his bloated tip, shooting deep in Nick’s guts, flooding his insides with gooey warmth. That sudden spike of heat was all he needed, his pleasure skyrocketing as he went over the edge, moaning in bliss, his member convulsing wildly, slapping his belly with each spurt of cum that gushed out. His muscles rhythmically clamped down around Lyam, milking his cock for every drop of seed he had in store, the dragon happily giving it all to him, weakly thrusting inside him, painting his insides white with his cum. Spurt after spurt Lym felt the pressure in his balls decrease, all the pent-up seed he had been producing flooding his mate’s rear, pooling deep in his guts, more always coming out in quick gushes. Nick’s orgasm quickly died down, leaving him basking in the afterglow, savoring each second as Lyam climaxed inside him, his belly swelling with all the searing hot semen Lyam deposited inside him, making him feel heavy and full, as if he had eaten too much. However, thinking that it was over and he could now relax and savor the moment was a mistake, Lyam had other plans in mind.

Out of nowhere Lyam’s muzzle sprang from the darkness, jaws agape, dripping with thick drool his white fangs glistening even in the darkness. In a mere second they were upon him, closing shut around his neck, preventing him from moving. He froze, confused, a panicked gasp bursting from his mouth as the sharp tip of those teeth brushed against his sensitive skin, piercing it with ease. Pain burst from the many small wounds that were inflicted to him, a hot liquid trickling down his skin. Was it blood or spit? He couldn’t tell, nor was willing to investigate, trying to get out from under this dragon. But Lyam’s grasp was too strong for him, holding him in place with the threat of those sharp talons and fangs digging in his flesh with terrifying ease. A low growl echoed over him, making his skin bristle, a clear warning from his mate to stay put, his fangs applying just enough pressure to make him understand to say still without hurting him more. Apprehending, he still complied, having no other choice, fearing he worst, holding tightly onto the bedsheet beneath him. Yet Lyam was full of surprise, his tongue darting out, softly licking along his skin, making slow, circular motion around the part of his neck he held between his strong jaws. The contrast between this affectionate, intimate caress and the fangs still sunk in his flesh was as strange as it was pleasurable, managing to ease the ache from the bite and make him relax, letting the dragon take control. Low coos slipped out of his mouth as Lyam gave a few more thrusts, his knot tugging at his entrance while his cock ground in his cum-filled tunnel, dragging his entire frame with him each time he bucked his hips forward. Seed continued gushing deep inside him, filling his gurgling belly with a soothing warmth as all that fresh essence sloshed around, his orgasm lasting much longer than before.

Despite the fear that had crept over him Nick noticed that the bite felt surprisingly good, the ache from it turning into a strangely pleasant itch, sending small jolts of pleasure down his spine, causing his muscles to clamp shut around Lyam’s cock, drawing out more cum as well as deep throaty growls of satisfaction. Finally, Lyam let go of his neck, panting and growling in delight, dragging his tongue over the many small wounds he had left in his wake, making him tremble and giggle uncontrollably. Then his claws left his shoulder, giving him back control over at least half of his body. He glanced up, meeting Lyam’s gaze for the first time since they had started. His amber irises were blurry, a bit veiled, but full of happiness, love and gratitude, a broad, toothy smile illuminating his face, revealing those same sharp fangs that had been holding him moments ago. Nick, smiled in return, reaching up and caressing the slick scales around Lyam’s chin, feeling him shudder in response, his body vibrating under a deep, elated purr. Their lips found each other although upside down, sealing in a loving kiss, their eyes closing as Lyam’s paws wrapped around him, pulling him up close to his chest, holding him in a passionate, caring embrace, one paw in particular descending along his chest fondling his skin softly until it reached his engorged belly, giving it a curious squeeze, feeling all the cum resting inside.

“I can’t believe we did it…” he let out, breaking the kiss, taking the time to observe his mate, “and you even… took my knot…” he added, trying to pull out only to discover himself stuck, firmly tied to the human’s rear. “Not bad for a first time?” proudly chuckled Nick in response, groaning under the dragon’s caresses. “Not bad at all…” he confirmed, throwing him an impressed smile before, suddenly rolling on the side, bringing him along for the ride. Nick yelped in surprise, grimacing when the knot shifted inside him, sinking a bit deeper, followed closely by a strong spurt of cum. In the blink of an eye he found himself laying on his back, resting against Lyam’s smooth belly scales, basking in the warmth radiating from his body, the large clawed paws enveloping him, smothering him in the dragon’s tender love. “Could have warned me.” Huffed Nick, feigning to protest, nestling in the most comfortable position, listening to Lyam’s slow breathing. “Sorry, but I was getting tired of standing up.” “Exhausted aren’t we?” “You bet I am.” Exclaimed Lyam in a grateful tone, “I’ve never been so tired after sex.” “Guess there’s a first for everything.” “Thanks to you.” Retorted Lyam, nuzzling his cheek lovingly, “I just… it’s… so amazing… I’ve never felt like this before.” He let out, speechless, his paws slowly fondling Nick’s swollen belly, full to the brim with cum, more coming out of Lyam’s still hard and throbbing cock, some oozing out past the tight seal of the dragon’s knot, dripping around his slit. Nick remained quite, idly smiling, simply leaning back and enjoying the affection Lyam was giving him, feeling his shaft pulse deep in his used hole, each spurt of scalding hot seed making him tense and moan. “I just… can’t believe you took all of me, it just… feels so… good!” groaned Lyam, arching his back and bucking his hips upward in response to Nick’s hole squeezing his trapped maleness. “I told you, it’s not my first time. Though I must give it to you, you’re much bigger than the guys I took there.” Admitted Nick, feeling his belly grow under another surge of cum, “and you cum a whole lot more than they do.”

It was Lyam’s turn to smirk, shuddering in bliss, proud of himself, feeling how full his mate was and how empty his balls were, a sentiment of utter relief and joy, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Curious, he gave a cautious pull, his knot still stuck in the depth of Nick’s rear, showing no sign of deflating, thick ropes of cum still spewing out of his cock, signaling he was still here for a while. “Damn, that knot of yours feels really good.” Groaned Nick, gyrating his hips a bit, the thick knot moving around accordingly inside him. “I’m really happy you like it.” Purred Lyam, grinding against his mate’s rear. “I have to say you’re much, much tighter than those breeding mounts they had at the lab.” “That’s a nice compliment.” Chuckled Nic in return, amused by the silly comment. “And you feel much better than them.” Added Lyam, kissing Nick’s cheek, “Hope you don’t mind if I… stick around for a while though.” “No it’s perfectly fine, I love to have you there, also it’s not like I could go anywhere even if I wanted.” Commented Nick, designating the massive knot tying them together. “True, besides, I don’t think I could get up either after that, I’m so spent.” Sighed Lyam in relief, “but I hope you still have some room for more in there, cause… I think I’ll be cumming for quite a bit.” “Sure thing, as long as you are with me it’s perfectly fine.” Purred Nick in response, planting a loving kiss on the scaly cheek.

The loving couple laid there, relaxing, savoring each millisecond of this intimate moment, Lyam’s paws still fondling his belly, caressing the soft, distended skin, sometimes pressing it to feel all the cum he had spilled shift and slosh inside. His member was still as hard as ever but was now only weakly squirting the last remnants of his seed, his knot fully engorged, ensuring that not a single drop would escape. “Nick, do you think we could… do… it… again?” he shyly enquired. “Of course, however Not tonight, I don’t think I can take another mounting from you.” “Of course not tonight, I wouldn’t be able to do that again even if I wanted to anyways.” Shouted Lyam, blushing profusely, “I just meant… from time to time, when I’m too horny.” “Whenever you want you wild beast.” Replied Nick, scratching the sensitve neck scales of the dragon. “You enjoyed me going rough on you didn’t you?” “Yes.” Embarrassingly admitted Nick, blushing as well, “really enjoyed the bite too, even though that was a bit of a surprise.” “The bite? What are you talking about? I didn’t bite you, or did I,” gasped Lyam, eyes bulging wide in horror. “You don’t remember?” “Remember what?” enquired the panicked dragon. “Damn, how could you forget that?” mumbled Nick, puzzled by the dragon’s reaction. “Forgot what? What should I remember?” squawked Lyam, his voice trembling with fear. “Calm down I’m going to explain to you, you just bit my neck right as you came, nothing serious, just a little… love bite… or I think that’s how it’s called.” Explained Nick in a calm, reassuring tone. “Show me!” ordered Lyam, horrified.

Nick obliged and exposed his neck, the dragon scrutinizing the skin with utmost care, locating, even in the pitch-black room the many marks left by his fangs. “Did… did I do that?” he muttered, utterly shocked. “Yes you did.” “That… would explain the funny taste in my mouth.” “Funny taste?” “Well I’ve got that metallic flavor in my mouth that doesn’t want to go away. It feels like I’ve been licking rust off some metal plate, at least now I know what it is.” Whispered Lyam, giving slow, gentle licks over the small wounds, causing Nick to tense, squirm and giggle, “Does it… does it… hurt?” “No, just itches a little.” Reassured Nick, smiling at the dragon, appreciating the way the sorry male tended to his very light injuries. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to harm you…” mumbled Lyam apologetically. “It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore, beside… that was hot.” Whispered Nick. “You think?” “Yes I do, that was a very pleasant surprise.” “Then… I’m glad you liked it.” Said Lyam, relieved, lapping away all the dried blood around the wounds, cuddling Nick closely.

A relative silence fell on the two, only disturbed by their slow breathes, purrs and coos of pleasure, both relaxing in the bed, too tired to speek yet to awake to fall asleep, waiting there, listening to the other’s regular heartbeats. Lyam was still cumming, although the stream of seed had turned into a weak dribble by now, the two satisfied and spent, and above all, happy. “Hey Nick, don’t think that because I bred you once I’ll only want to mount you from now.” Let out Lyam after a long silence. “I know, I wasn’t worried the slightest about that.” Replied the human, grinning maliciously at Lyam, “I’ll definitely be giving you a taste of your own medicine once I can stand up.” “Oh I can hardly wait…” rumbled the dragon excitedly, shivering in anticipation. However, Nick could tell that something was on Lyam’s mind, the way he sshifted and squirmed, the way he spoke just to drown out the subject that was on the tip of his tongue, he knew that this thing, whatever it was, was weighing heavily on him. “Is there something wrong Lyam?” “What? No, no… not at all… I’m just… still wrapping my head around what we just did, it’s just so… incredible.” “You’re incredible.” Replied Nick, putting a finger on the dragon’s snout, cutting him short, “but I know there’s something else on your mind.” “What do you mean? I’m perfectly fine.” “Lyam, I know how you work, and I can tell that something is bothering you, so spill it out.” Lyam froze, dipping his head low, turning away in embarrassment, lips twitching, forming silent words. “I didn’t want to talk about it now… to not ruin the moment but if you insist… it’s about Dereck.” Let out Lyam in a barely audible whisper. “What’s about him?” interrogated Nick, tensing at the mere mention of the wolf. “It’s just… that I may have done a bit more than just… tease him…” reluctantly admitted Lyam. “You mean something worse than fucking his face when I wasn’t there?” “Don’t know if it’s worse but yeah… I did something.” “What is it?” “Do you remember… that appointment last week?” “With that lady from the ministry?” “Yes, that one.” “What about it?” asked Nick, not seeing what the dragon was trying to tell him. “You remember what we did when we came back?” “How could I forget that!” exclaimed Nick shuddering, the memories of this particular time so vivid he could see them with his eyes closed. “Well… I did a mistake… back then…” “A mistake? Is it a Lyam kind of mistake?” “No I really made a genuine mistake!” protested Lyam, understanding perfectly what his mate implied. “That’s a surprise.” Noted Nick with a mocking giggle. “Anyway… you remember those cameras we kept finding?” “Of course…” hissed Nick, glad that Lyam was there to take care of those. “Well… new ones had been installed while we were away and… I didn’t… notice them… I was just… too caught up in the moment.” “Oh no, don’t tell me…” stammered Nick, terrified. “They recorded everything.” Dropped Lyam, “and I know he watched the footage.” He added, “And he loved it…” he continued, dipping his head down as low as possible.

Nick was speechless, shocked by the revelation, not mad or upset at Lyam, just embarrassed, suddenly shivering, paranoia creeping in, crawling over his skin like cold snakes. Suddenly being naked in this room with a massive dragon cock stuck to his rear, his face covered in cum and his body bearing the traces of their intense session became uncomfortable. It was as if dozens, no, hundreds of cold, dead eyes were watching him, observing from every angle, judging him. “Damn… now I know why he was so horny…” he muttered, understanding how much that must have turned Dereck on. “In fact I’m quite sure he enjoyed our… little impromptu show quite a bit.” Added Lyam, grinning mischievously. Nick however remained silent as a tomb, stoic, staring at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t say he was surprised by this outcome, it in fact made perfect sense, explaining why Dereck had seemed very uncomfortable, even around him since that very day. A part of him was mad, boiling with anger, not because Lyam had forgotten to fry those cursed cameras, but because he had withheld this information from him, but another part found it… rather funny, exciting even, his mind racing, crafting arousing pictures of the wolf pawing off to them having sex.

“Nick… are you… upset?” mumbled Lyam, tail swishing rapidly from side to side. “I’m… I don’t know, I should be angry but I’m just… not surprised.” He sighed deeply, leaning back against the dragon. “I… I know I should have told you sooner… but I felt so bad after missing those cameras that I… preferred to keep it to myself.” “Don’t forget using it to get inside Dereck’s pants.” “Can’t deny that…” he whimpered, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red, “but I swear it wasn’t on purpose. I mean… when I found out we were being watched I told myself it was too late to go back and decided to let it happen.” “I would have preferred if you had told me back then.” “I didn’t want to ruin the moment!” pleaded Lyam, “I know if I had told yu back then we would have stopped everything right there and then.” “That’s… fair I guess.” Sighed Nick, leaning back against the dragon, “wait, hold on a second.” Suddenly exclaimed Nick, glaring up at the guilty dragon with a suspicious expression tensing his traits, “why were you thinking about this? Especially now of all times?” “I just… thought that you should know how all of this came to happen, that’s all.” Calmly replied Lyam, feeling the heat of this burning gaze upon his scales. “Are you sure it’s the only reason?” “Of course it is!” roared Lyam, offended by the doubt he heard in Nick’s voice, “why would you think otherwise?” “Oh I don’t know… force of habits.” Grumbled Nick, “Must I remind you it’s not the first time you trick me into having sex on camera?” growled Nick. “What!? Hey don’t blame me for that I… oh… you’re talking about… that time…” mumbled Lyam, his voice decreasing with each word that left his maw, his face flushed red with embarrassment, “I told you I was sorry, I didn’t have much of a choice in that matter.” “You didn’t seem too embarrassed by it back then.” Huffed Nick. “Simply because I love doing it with you and I personally don’t care if people see us.” Sensually purred Lyam, dragging his tongue across his cheeks, “but if that makes you uncomfortable I can promise, no I can assure you that there are no cameras watching us. Unless…”

Lyam suddenly stopped, stiffening like a rope, his tail not swaying from side to side anymore, extended at it’s maximum, his eyes meticulously scanning the room, a swift shadow of doubt crossing his amber irises.  “Lyam?” growled Nick, the tension in the room rising up a notch. “S-sorry I… just… wasn’t sure anymore…” muttered Lyam with a sigh of relief, “but no worries it was a false alarm, these cameras are still down.” “Good, you had me worried for a second.” Let out Nick, not hiding his own relief. “I could always turn them back on if you’d like.” Snickered Lyam with a devious smirk plastered across his face. “Why would you do that?” “Don’t you want to give our very horny host a show, one you’re aware of this time?” tantalizingly suggested the naughty dragon, sensually rocking his hips from side to side, causing his knot to slide a bit closer to Nick’s entrance. “You little dirty pervert of a clone.” Hissed Nick through gritted teeth, trying to cast aside the rather appealing thought the dragon had made grow in his head. “Come on, I’m sure it would be fun, even more when we’re both aware of it.” “Sometimes I can’t believe how horny you can be.” “That’s why you like me.” Chuckled Lyam amusingly, “besides, you can’t deny that would be very hot, and I know for certain he would enjoy it greatly. Could be a bit of an apology of some sort.” “An apology by making him even more horny for you? You know your logic doesn’t make sense at all.” “Oh hush I know you’d enjoy it.” Growled Lyam, affectionately licking Nick’s neck, “besides, if we get the recording that would give us something to paw off on.” “I don’t need that kind of thing to jerk of, I have the real thing right here.” Retorted Nick, grabbing Lyam’s snout and lowering it to his level, planting a short yet passionate kiss onto his lips.

However, despite his reluctance he couldn’t deny that the idea was somewhat appealing, stirring his arousal to life again. He had never done this, at least not on purpose, but the way the dragon put it made it sound very exciting, causing his member to grow back to full mast in a few heartbeats. “See, you’re already eager for it.” Chuckled Lyam, catching a whiff of the unmistakable scent of Nick’s arousal, the paw that had been caressing his belly all along traveling down, teasingly tracing along his hardening shaft. “Shut your mouth before I stuff it with my dick, you’re the one making me horny.” “I wouldn’t mind that…” cooed Lyam, licking his lips in anticipation. “You’re unbelievable… haven’t you had enough for today?” “Actually… yes.” Admitted Lyam, “I’m totally spent, but that doesn’t mean I can’t pleasure you if you’re still eager for more.” “No thanks, no need to, I’d rather relax and enjoy the moment if you don’t mind.” “Fine by me.” Chirped Lyam, yawning loudly. “Tired already?” “Breeding is much more exhausting than you may think.” Let out Lyam, nestling comfortably in the bed, head resting on the pillows, making sure that Nick could also rest nicely on his belly. Silence fell upon them, blanketing them in it’s uncomfortable embrace, the two of them staring at the ceiling, unable to fully let go and rest, unspoken words flooding their brains yet remaining silent, the two glancing wonderingly at one another, hesitant, unsure, not daring to speak what was on their mind. “I know what you’re thinking about”, let out Nick, putting an end to this silly game of looks, “we’ll need to have a big, long talk about all of this, but not now.” “Alright, I’m… too tired for that anyway.” Sighed Lyam, relaxing. “Same here.” Approved Nick, getting in a more comfortable position, savoring the warmth and smoothness of those soft scales, while more heated draconic essence was weakly pumped inside him. “Thanks Nick.” Whispered Lyam softly, wrapping all limbs he could around Nick, holding him in a caring, loving embrace of paws and tail, “I love you, I love you with all my heart. I know you may have… doubts after what happened today but I sincerely do.” “I know, you big silly lizard, I love too, even that horny mind of yours.” Replied Nick a warm smile curling his lips, kissing the dragon’s snout affectionately, Lyam responding quickly, kissing him back with all his love, his agile tongue slithering into his mate’s mouth. The two closed their eyes, their minds drifting away, leaving their quiet, musk-filled bedroom, wandering to a delightful place of love and affection for them to enjoy all they wanted, their muscles numbing, relieved of all the tension and stresses of the day.


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Dereck was trembling, his wobbly legs barely holding up below him, his heart thumping so loudly in his chest it filled his ears, beating so fast it felt like it would explode. His breathing was quick, shallow and irregular, as if he had been sprinting for miles without ever stopping to catch his breath. His mind was ablaze, racing, panicked thoughts swarming him from all sides, drowning him in a torrent of fear and terror. He tried everything he could to calm himself down, to appease his boiling brain, to quell the flow of worry and horror coursing in his veins but to no avail, his anxiety level only rising, going through the roof. He who wanted to avoid making a fool of himself had done exactly that. What had gone through him to accept the dragon’s offer? Why hadn’t he resisted when he still had the chance? Why had he obeyed when he could have just fled and avoided this whole situation. No, instead he had given in and a mess once again, of both himself and the dragon, having probably caused a great deal of trouble in their fledgling relationship. On top of that he most certainly had shattered any chance he had to get involved with either of them in any kind of future, all of that because he had succumbed to his needs. He couldn’t scold himself enough for acting so rashly, without thinking, probably ruining any other opportunity he would have had to collect the samples that were demanded of him.

He remained like this, staring at the ceiling, gasping for air, trying to calm his ragged breathing, trying to extinguish the fiery inferno of his lust and stop the flood of panic-induced thoughts, ideas and vivid images threatening to overwhelm him. At last, after he didn’t know how many minutes, maybe hours he managed to get a better grip of himself, but only barely, still trembling from head to toe, coping with the shame pouring inside of him. He finally managed to move, getting away from the door, realizing that he had been resting against it, his back pressed hard on the thin panel, as if to prevent anyone from getting in, even though the lock which was pretty sturdy, was on. Seeing this put a smile on his face as he ventured in, switching on the light on his way.

He stopped before the mirror, taking a long gander at himself, chuckling to himself when he saw firsthand the extent of the mess he was in, his cheeks taking a deep red shade, his eyes fleeing his own reflection. Saying that he was covered in cum was an understatement, he was absolutely drenched in it, his muzzle, his neck, his chest, his belly, even his thighs were stained with sticky white cum, coated in both the musky smell and the warmth of Lyam’s gooey seed. Seeing this made him shudder uncontrollably, savoring the warmth that stuck to him, finding an even greater satisfaction in the heat that filled his belly, sloshing around in his stomach. The dragon’s essence was so thick, so gooey, so fertile and, since he had drunk so much of it, he felt like he had eaten a full meal. In other times being soaked in another’s cum, full of it inside and out would have made him very happy and horny, which it did now, if his two hard cocks still bobbing between his legs were any indication, but right now it crippled him with guilt and shame.

Unable to look at it any longer he turned away and, after a deep sigh walked to the shower, closing the doors behind him. Minutes later the sound of water gushing out of the showerhead filled the room, a thick steam rolling out of the shower cabin in whitish clouds. Dereck was finally able to relax, letting the hot water cascade down on him, washing everything away, cleansing him of the sticky seed clinging to his fur, the tension inside him slowly alleviating, his mind calmed, appeased, able to form coherent thoughts again. His paws went over his fur, helping to get rid of the draconic essence covering him, until his hide had regained it’s natural black color.

However, he knew he was far from done, the semen may be gone but the smell, that potent, spicy musk was still there, enveloping him, reminding to all including him of what had happened. He grabbed the nearest soap bottle and poured a generous amount on his paw, hesitating a second, then squeezing the bottle, forcing the thick substance to out, spreading it all over his body, fully aware that it would take a lot of cleaning to get rid of the scent. He scrubbed himself vigorously, making sure the soap sank in deep in his fur, the somewhat obnoxious chemical perfume waffling at his nose, watching as a white foam covered every inch of his body. When he was certain not a single inch of his body had left untouched, he turned the water back on, tensing under the assault of the scalding hot water jets. He quietly observed as the thick fluffy foam fell down, pooling on the floor before disappearing down the drain.

Relieved, feeling much cleaner and calmer he closed his eyes, only to instantly snap them back open the next instant. He staggered forward, having to hold himself against the wall with a paw to not fall, his heart jumping in his chest. Barely had he closed his eyes, hoping to relax and enjoy the rest of his shower he had found himself faced with a terrifyingly vivid image flashing behind his closed eyelids. That short yet intense vision had left him trembling, panting, his free paw immediately diving down to wrap around his still hard, aching dicks. During that short scene he was back under Lyam, that thick, ridged cock forcing its way down his throat, forcing his maw wide to accommodate his girth. It felt so real he could almost feel it throb and twitch inside him, radiating warmth and even squirting pre straight down into his stomach. It seemed there was no escape from it, this thought haunting him, coming back to tease him, adding fuel to the fire of his long-dormant lust. He knew himself well, knew his own kinks and quirks, aware that there was no way out of this cycle of endless craving except the pleasure his body asked of him.

With a deep sigh he closed his eyes again, letting the maelstrom of lewd, but very appealing thought engulf him, dragging him away to another world, an alternative reality of pleasure while his paw began stroking one of his cocks. Just like before vivid, too real images started appearing before his eyes, showing him all that he needed to pleasure himself, offering him the most appealing view of the dragon, depicting them both in all kinds of situation. He saw himself sucking, getting deepthroated and fucked by the dragon just for the roles to reverse right after that, putting him on top this time. His paw was rapidly stroking his pulsing shaft, switching from one to the other so both were equally pleasured, pleasure blooming in his veins as a result, his legs wobbling as his hips bucked forward. He could feel himself rapidly nearing his peak, grabbing both cocks into his paw, fondling them in time, greatly stimulated by his wildly running mind constantly churning out new alluring pictures. The lustful thoughts became hotter and hotter, the poses and actions too numerous to list them all, however the scene was quickly changing, replacing the large, horny dragon with someone else, or even adding them to the already ongoing scene. It took him time in his lust-addled fantasies to realize that it was Nick, the human male joining in the fun to Dereck’s own pleasure, the two males taking turns on him, switching places and holes to fuck, leaving him in a panting cum-soaked mess. Sometimes he got to be on top of them, or sandwiched between them, but whatever the situation was, it was always very pleasant, making him want them more and more.

Finally, he went over the edge, biting hard on his lips to not make any noise, the metallic taste of blood invading his maw while his stiff members jumped in his paw, spurting thick ropes of fertile cum, cum that was wasted, ending in the inch-deep water on the floor, only to disappear just like everything else did, siphoned away in the pipes. He stood there, panting, shivering basking in the afterglow of another powerful orgasm, only wishing he had someone to enjoy it with, watching his dicks retreat back into their protective sheaths, his lust lowered to a manageable level, for now at least.

Turning off the water he stepped out of the shower, only to grimace once he realized he had forgotten his clothes in the living room and had as the only thing to dry himself the towel that he had used to cover himself when Nick had surprised them. “Damn it…” he grunted, pinching the towel between two claws, sniffing it cautiously. Thankfully it was mostly clean, meaning he could use it, however that didn’t solve the issue of his lack of clothes. Rubbing himself as vigorously as possible with the towel he tried to dry his thick, waterlogged fur which wasn’t such an easy undertaking. He eventually succeeded even though it wasn’t perfect, his fur raising and puffing up in some places, his body emanating a strong scent, mix of soap and wet dog smell that had his nose twitching in discomfort.

After wrapping the towel around his hips, making sure his private parts were well hidden he quietly padded to the door and unlocked it, cracking it open just enough to take a peek inside. Thankfully the living room was empty, quiet, not a trace of the two aliens left and,  judging by the closed door not too far away they couldn’t see him. Not taking any chances he opened the door and rushed, as sneakily as possible to the couch where his clean clothes were waiting for him. Luckily for him they were still clean, placed far enough away to avoid being stained by what had happened in here not too long ago. Grabbing his clothes he let go of the towel, shivering in the cool air of the room, standing there naked and vulnerable. Nervously he got dressed, always on edge, always ready to hide if necessary, glancing at the door behind him at all times, fearing it would open while he was still naked and exposed even with the loud sounds he heard coming from behind it, telling him that they were too busy to check on him. Fortunately, even though he found it difficult to get dressed with how stressed he was he finally managed to get into some clean, fresh clothes.

Now that he felt somewhat safer he took a long gander at the room, discovering the large pools of cum scattered across the floor and nearby furniture that had already begun drying up, with, not too far away his old boxers, drenched in all the pre he had been leaking. Sighing deeply, he headed to the kitchen, not before taking a small detour to open the nearest window, hoping that fresh outside air would clear the strong virile stench that floated inside his apartment. Once in the kitchen he opened a small closet and rummaged inside for a few seconds before pulling out a mop and a bucket. “Alright… let’s get to it…” he sighed, not motivated to do some cleaning, even less when he could hear the two aliens doing whatever they were doing in the next room.


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Dereck stared at the bowl before him, his muzzle hanging so low it almost dipped in the pool of steaming hot black liquid. The image reflected to him by the slightly mirroring surface wasn’t pretty, showing him a sleepy man with tired features. His eyelids were so heavy it felt like heavy stones were suspended below them, pulling them down against his will. He tried to smile but even in his sleep state he could tell it felt empty, tired, just as he was. He had barely slept, or if he did he didn’t notice it’s effects, feeling as if he stayed up all night, which he might have done actually. After the events of yesterday his mind had been racing, working at full steam, thoughts, images and ideas swarming him, drowning him, leaving him no reprieve. After the very welcomed hot shower he had tried to keep himself busy as much as possible in order to not think about it too much, meticulously cleaning every drop of seed staining the living room. It worked for a while, however, when he had sat down on the couch to relax, tired after his relentless cleaning effort it had been to discover, to his own dismay, that he was as hard as a rock. Spending so much time in the heady scent of freshly spilled cum had taken its toll on him, stirring his members back to life, the two cocks back to full mast, aching for attention.

Luckily this time he had been able to control himself, finding something else to keep his mind busy. He spent some time taking care of a variety of undone chores around the apartment, doing a laundry and hanging the clean clothes on the balcony, tidying up dishes left to dry on the side of the sink, everything he could think off to keep himself busy and prevent his lustful mind to take over. Even though he tried to ignore it he could hear sounds coming from his guests’ bedroom, at first sounding like a dispute, a very heated argument. He wasn’t wearing his translator at the time and wouldn’t have dared to listen to what was being said anyway, not wanting to spy on those two anymore, knowing where that got him in the first place. Moreover he could tell without the shadow of a doubt that what had happened was the main subject of this discussion, therefore it was better to stay silent, not get involved now. He would talk to them, mainly to Nick to apologize and possibly to Lyam to ensure this would never happen again, at least without the consent of all involved parties but for now it was better to stay far away.

Time had gone by like this, in a relative peace and quiet, enough for his dicks to retreat back into their sheaths and for his mind to focus on something else. He had turned on his computer and had checked his mails, discovering a report concerning Nick’s visit at the base, listing everything that had been done during the day. A smile curled his lips when he reached the name, spotting a familiar name next to the official stamp. After that he had begun writing his own daily report which turned out to be fairly short, the longest part being a long ranting paragraph at the end where he demanded to be warned in advance the next time they had an appointment of any kind. He made sure to omit any mention of what had taken place in his living room, not wanting anyone to know, not even his mother who would surely thoroughly read this document. It was then that the realization had struck him, a powerful blow to the gut almost knocking out. In his panicked and confused state, he had done a big mistake, one more to add to the list, he had completely forgotten his mission and missed the best opportunity he ever had to achieve his goals. He had failed to collect samples of Lyam’s semen, instead washing it all away, all of it now gone off to somewhere unknown, deep in the suer pipes. What was left sloshed in his belly, far out of reach. He had scolded himself, called himself stupid among countless other names, cursing himself times and times again. Yet whatever he did the result was still the same, he had missed his chance, and one such occasion may not present itself again, and if it did it would require some work on his end.

He tried not to think about it for now, sending his report anyway, fully aware that some people would start getting impatient due to the lack of result, deciding to take care of this later. He was about to turn on the tv, or maybe his gaming console to pass the time, clear his mind of the storm going on in it when something caught his attention. Instinctively he had turned his gaze toward the closed doors, ears perked, picking up the slightest sound. What he had heard had him jumping from the couch and immediately retreating back to his room, the unmistakable sound of the two males having sex filling his ears, echoing endlessly in his head, his sheaths tingling with arousal as a result. He had put a headset on and tried to listen to some music, or a video with the volume set at maximum, anything to prevent the alluring noises from getting to him. At first it seemed to work fairly well, unfortunately for him this couldn’t last forever, as their mating got louder, the sound began to sneak into his ears regardless of the headset, so arousing it was hard to resist. Before he knew it he was naked again, having almost torn his clothes apart in his rush to get to his needy cocks before they did too much of a mess in his boxers. Minutes later he was ruthlessly pawing again, moaning loudly, the noises he made thankfully hidden by the loud growls and groans that burst from behind the wall. His mind was racing, wondering what they were doing that could have them crying out so much, coming with all kinds of lust-inducing images and suggestions, wishing that the cameras would suddenly come back online to show him. Sadly, he knew they were still dead, displaying nothing but that same message, repeated over and over again.

Fortunately, he didn’t need it to pleasure himself, letting his imagination run wild, putting him in too many exciting and compromising position to detail them all, most of them including the two males on either side of him having fun with him while he had his with them, using the soreness Lyam’s cock had left into his throat, to imagine it stuffing him again. His free paw rushing down to pleasure his needy, quivering hole, shoving two clawed fingers inside, thrusting them in and out at a rapid pace, as if it was a real dick doing this to him. Soon he was a moaning mess, pleasuring himself, trying to guess and match their speed, panting like a wild animal, his tongue lolling out on the side of his maw. Pressure quickly built inside him, pre squirting from both his tips, his cocks throbbing wildly, his paws picking up the pace, stimulating him from both ends. He had cum right as they did, right when that mighty roar rose from the nearby room, shaking every fiber of his being. Hearing it had been such a shock that he had involuntarily squeezed his knots, sending himself right over the edge, thick ropes of cum gushing from his two cocks, painting his belly white yet again.

After that his shafts had finally retreated into their sheaths, for good this time, his balls dry as a desert, his body spent. Although he was good for another shower he decided to stay in his room, not wanting to cross their path covered in his own mess. Hours had gone by like this, a heavy silence falling onto his apartment, yet he didn’t dare move a muscle, preferring to watch more videos until night came. Even there he had only risked the quickest exit to the bathroom for an equally fast shower, returning to the safety of his room mere minutes later. Thankfully for him nothing happened, no movement, not even a sound to disturb the peaceful quiet of his apartment, his guests not even coming out for dinner which was good for him since he didn’t feel the slightest bit hungry, probably due to all the fertile seed in his stomach. The only time Nick and Lyam had left their own room was even later to take a long shower together, the sound of the hot jets of water splashing against them and the ground lasting for almost half an hour, the two clean males leaving the bathroom only fifteen minutes later. It was already very late in the night by that time, and he was still wide awake, unable to find sleep, laying there on his bed, naked, staring at the ceiling, trying in vain to appease the turmoil of his busy, divided on what he should do next. On one side there was the pressing matter of his mission to complete, but on the other there was this adorable, although sometime strange couple with which he didn’t want to interfere more than he already did. He didn’t even know how to interpret the situation, was it something normal for them? Or had he gotten mixed up into something much more serious. He didn’t know how he should apologize to them, unable to find a satisfactory solution.

This reflection had absorbed him for the better part of the night, preventing him from finding sleep, keeping his brain restlessly racing. At some point he must have passed out because his memory blanked for some time, leaving him sprawled on the bed, confused, his headset dangling from his left ear and his tablet hanging right over the edge of the bed, threatening to fall on the ground below. Outside the first rays of dawn illuminated the city, slithering inside his room through the curtain, enveloping him in a warm, orange red glow. Sighing deeply he had gotten up, aware that there was no point in trying to rest any longer and, after dressing in the bare minimum of clothes headed to the kitchen, not expecting to see the two aliens any time soon.

And so here he was, staring at the scalding hot coffee bowl, his mind drifting away, wandering in all directions in utter chaos and confusion. Sighing deeply, he took a long sip of the burning hot beverage, cringing slightly when the warm liquid streamed down his sore throat. Lyam had definitely made a big mess of him, truly wrecking his insides. Yet despite the discomfort it caused him he still enjoyed and somehow cherished the memory it bought back to him, as embarrassing as it may be. A slight pinkish blush grew over his cheeks, causing him to burry his snout even more into the bowl, like someone could see him.

To his own surprise he caught noises coming from the nearby room, Were they awake already? He soon got his answer as the door quietly opened, revealing Nick who looked just as sleepy as him, yawning widely, foggy eyes fluttering and scanning the room around him. He flinched, doing his best to appear unphased when he realized Nick was only wearing boxers, leaving most of his body exposed, hiding himself behind his bowl. More than the lack of clothes, what made him very uncomfortable, what had him blushing and squirming on his chair were the clearly visible marks around his shoulders and neck. He wasn’t an expert but all these little traces lining his shoulders, perfectly parallel resembled the kind of injuries some sharp claws would leave. Then, if he had guessed right the tiny scars forming an arc on either side of his neck had to be bite marks. This shocking realization, combined with the awkward way Nick walked could only mean one thing, one thing that had his groin tingling with arousal, heat rushing down to his swelling sheath.

“Hi, slept well?” he asked, trying to act as casual as possible, only to be surprised by the sound of his own voice. It was deep, gravelly, raspy, as if he hadn’t drunk anything for days, his throat still sore and dry as a result of Lyam’s treatment. “Sore throat?” chuckled Nick in response, sitting down in front of him with a pained grimace. “Sore butt?” he retorted in kind, immediately regretting his words, “err sorry I didn’t mean to…” “Nah it’s fine.” Reassured Nick with an amused grin, “not like I can really hide it or anything.” “I… guess we’re two then…” muttered Dereck, keeping his eyes low. “You could say that.” Approved Nick his words full of innuendos. “Yeah about that…” muttered Dereck, nervously squirming on his chair, “I’d like to apologize for… what happened yesterday… I’m… I’m very sorry… I don’t know what took over me I… I know I shouldn’t have… and I deeply regret…” sputtered Dereck, staring at the table before him. “Stop.” Said Nick in a calm, yet commanding voice, his face as well as his eyes expressionless, cold as ice.

Dereck obeyed, bowing his head down even more in shame, nervously playing with a spoon, bending it between his paws. “Lyam told me everything already.” Dropped the human in that same, freezing cold, distant tone of his, no hint of emotion transpiring in his voice, his words like an electroshock for the wolf. “Everything… you mean?” “Everything.” Repeated Nick insisting on that very word. “So… you know everything then…” muttered Dereck in a shameful whimper. “Don’t worry, I’m not upset.” Sighed Nick, leaning back on his chairs, arms crossed. “You’re not mad at me for… cheating with… your mate… I mean… I think it’s cheating…” stammered Dereck, puzzled, taken aback, his confused brain racing with incoherent thoughts. “I’m not mad at you.” Confirmed Nick, “maybe I should but I’m not.” He let out, shrugging as if it was nothing. “B-b-b-but how?” gasped the wolf. “Firstly because I know how Lyam can be.” Sighed Nick. “What do you mean?” “Simply that he has a way to get into people’s head or rather in their pants.” Dereck couldn’t nor bother to hide his amused and knowing smirk, nodding approvingly, recounting the many times this teasing dragon’s actions had triggered his long-dormant arousal in very unexpected ways. “From the looks of it I assume you know what I’m talking about.” Chuckled Nick, an understanding smile curling his lips, at last bringing some form of emotion to his otherwise impassible traits.

Dereck vigorously nodded, daring to face Nick’s gaze for the first time since the beginning of their discussion. However, the relief blossoming inside him was not enough to hide the guilt he felt crawling under his skin, ashamed of himself for giving in so easily, succumbing to Lyam’s temptation. This lustful dragon seemed to know exactly which button to press to make him horny and needy, causing all his resistance and inhibition to crumble just as he had done the day before. “Don’t torture yourself over it.” Reassured Nick, understanding his predicament, “Lyam knows how to make people horny.” “You sound like… I don’t know… as if you have experienced it.” Observed Dereck, intrigued. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.” sighed Nick, looking away, a slight, almost invisible pinkish hue dyeing his cheeks, his expression shifting ever so slightly, becoming somewhat nostalgic, probably recalling old , pleasant memories with the dragon, “I got to experience it firsthand so I know what you have been through, besides it’s not like Lyam had been very secretive with his intentions.” “Oh… so that’s why you. Intervened all the time.” Mumbled Dereck under his breath, “but does he… act like this with everyone?” “To be honest I don’t really know.” Admitted Nick, “I haven’t seen him interact with enough people to tell you that, though he’s always been very open regarding that kind of stuff so that wouldn’t surprise me.” He let out, lips pinched, doubt darkening his face.

Dereck remained quiet, weakly, almost imperceptibly nodding, glancing down at his own paw to discover that he had twisted the spoon he was toying with so much there was no way he could fix it.

Cringing in frustration he dropped the deformed utensil on the table, furtively glancing down at his boxers to find them still tented. He knew that underneath the fabric his twin shafts were slowly but steadily growing, the two red tips pushing against the elastic material of his boxers. Trying his best to remain calm, hiding any trace of his arousal he looked up again, meeting Nick’s gaze, discovering the human silently observing the spoon he had destroyed with a sly smirk. “I can’t deny that Lyam has a way… to… get to me… somehow… but it would be unfair, and above all false to blame him for everything.” He reluctantly let out, his embarrassment skyrocketing with each word that slipped out of his mouth. Nick didn’t say anything, remaining perfectly stoic, only raising a quizzical eyebrow.

“I’m also at fault here, I should have resisted, should have told him no. I mean I know you two are… together so I should have controlled myself. I can definitely confirm that he knows how to make me… eager, let’s put it that way, yet it doesn't excuse anything, I should have known better than to give in to him.” Whispered Dereck, his voice trembling with regrets. “Don’t be too hard on yourself.” Understandingly let out Nick, in a very confusing but comforting tone. “How could I not be hard on myself?” exclaimed Dereck, awestruck, “I mean… I made a mess of myself… and of your relationship… possibly…” “I can agree on the first part.” Chuckled Nick with a hint of mockery that sent heat rushing to Dereck’s face, “but don’t beat yourself too hard over the second part, most of it is due to Lyam.” “That’s… very kind of you to say but I…” gasped Dereck, cheeks burning a bright red. “Look, I know everything Lyam did to get you to be more… compliant.” Interrupted Nick. “That’s… a nice way to put it.” Muttered Dereck, squirming uncomfortably on his chair, “but this doesn’t excuse anything…” he continued, blushing profusely, freezing mid-sentence when something Nick had said struck him, “hold on, you just said you knew… everything?” “Everything yes.” Confirmed Nick. “That means you…” “Yes, I’m aware of the cameras and what they recorded.” “Fuck…” squeaked Dereck, a chill of panic rushing down his spine, “about that… it’s not what you think… I’m not some kind of pervert into voyeurism or such… these were part of my orders.” He squawked in panic. “Figured that much.” Snorted Nick, amused by the wolf’s embarrassment. “You were aware of them too?” gasped the wolf, speechless, disappointed. “Lyam warned me the first time he found them, and yes, he also told me of what they recorded, although I only learned about that part yesterday.” Explained Nick, his sentence ending in a barely understandable grumble.

Dereck nodded, bowing his head down, ears lowered in shame, his eyes sinking deep in the blackness of the coffee bowl before him. “Am I to assume Lyam told you about… what… happened with that recording.” “He did.” Casually responded Nick, as if it was nothing, “to be honest I’m not surprised you did, that mustn’t have helped your self-control.” “No, it definitely didn’t…” sighed Dereck, his members twitching at the very mention of the arousing record he had watched and relieved himself too so often, “I’m sorry for… prying, I’ll delete it right away.” He offered, ready to spring to his feet and follow up on his promise. “Before you do anything I’d like to know something.” “Sure, ask me anything.” “Who else saw this recording?” interrogated Nick. “Nobody… except me…” stammered Dereck, tail nervously wagging behind him, his cheeks crimson red from his rising nervousness. “Are you sure?” insisted the suspicious human. “I’m absolutely certain, I haven’t sent this record to my superiors, they don’t even know it exists!” exclaimed Dereck, a bit offended by the underlying suspicion, “Besides, even if the cameras had… worked as intended I would have cut all private parts before sending them anything. I mean… they don’t need to see that kind of things, my mission is to keep you safe while keeping an eye on you, not to shoot some unexpecting alien porn.” Nick still seemed a bit doubtful but seemed a bit relieved, even smiling at the last comment from Dereck. “We ended up doing that anyway.” “I guess so.” Chuckled Dereck, cringing slightly as a burst of pleasure surged from his twin cocks.

A heavy silence fell between the two of them, the air becoming thick and dense, as if a wall was building itself in the middle of the table separating them, their eyes darting in all directions, chairs squeaking and wincing under their uncomfortably twitching bodies. “So… what now?” enquired Dereck, “I mean… I’ll go ahead and delete the footage anyway…” “You can keep it.” Dropped Nick hesitantly. “Wait what!?” yelped Dereck, almost falling from his seat. “At this point I don’t really care so you can keep it as long as it stays here.” “Of course, wasn’t… planning to do… anything with it.” Muttered the wolf, his face so red and so hot he worried he would catch fire at some point. He was baffled by the decision, by the very fact Nick allowed him to keep the recording for himself, not wanting what to say or to do with it, filled with as much gratitude as worry. “However, there’s a… condition.” Warned Nick, his voice snapping like a whip, cold as ice, so strict and determined it made Dereck tense in apprehension, “I don’t want anything like this to ever happen again. I’m willing to let it slide this one time because I know how Lyam is, and because there seemed to have been a… misunderstanding between him and I.” explained Nick, grimacing slightly as he spoke, “However, we cleared everything now so I won’t tolerate this happening ever again.” “No worries there, I… I learned my lesson the first time.” reassured Dereck, “I don’t want to interfere with your relationship again and now that I know what to expect from Lyam I’ll be on my guards and… will better control myself. I mean… in all honesty, Lyam is… rather handsome and he knows how to make me horny but… I’ll make sure he can’t get to me again.” “Good, glad we understand each other.” Let out Nick, displaying a satisfied grin.

Dereck nodded vigorously in response, relieved by this short but clear conversation, although there were many things that he kept to himself and wouldn’t dare to speak out in fear of causing more troubles than he already had. Nick could blame it all on Lyam, and in a way he was right, the cloned creature had a way of turning him on, yet he was as much as fault as the horny dragon, when the opportunity had presented itself, he had barely resisted, willingly undressing and accepting the offer, even though his lust-addled mind had greatly helped in his decision. Moreover he knew that, if Nick was to ask anything at this exact moment, he wouldn’t be able to control himself, the sight of his almost naked body wearing the marks of a rough session fueling his boiling lust. A part of him wished, hoped, prayed for the human to demand a payback of some sort, just so he could get undressed and pleasure the other male in any way he could. Yet he knew better than to hope for such a thing, preferring to keep this hidden, forbidden desire to himself, doing all he could to remain calm and not appear too horny. Nick didn’t appear to have noticed his struggles, or if he did his face showed no sign of it, his traits perfectly impassible.

“Do you… mind if I… ask you a question?” he dared to ask, after an endless silence. “Sure thing, what is it?” “Is… Lyam the one that did those… injuries to you?” he interrogated, waving at his own neck and shoulders, already knowing the answer but craving to hear t spoken out loud. “Why do you care?” hissed Nick, on the defensive. “What? Oh no, no, don’t get any ideas, I’m just… worried that’s all. I mean… if you need anything to heal those I can give you bandages or antiseptics.” “Oh… sorry… T-t-that’s… a kind offer but I should be fine.” Politely declined Nick, blushing in turn from the slight misunderstanding, a reaction that had Dereck smirking in return. “Can I ask you a question?” This time this curious interrogation had come from Nick, surprising Dereck. “Of course, it’s… only fair I suppose.” “Are you… how to put it…” mumbled Nick, blushing as deeply as the wolf in front of him, “Are you gay?” The question was so silly, so unexpected that it almost caused the wolf to burst into laughter on the spot, having to summon all his self-control to keep his composure. “Isn’t that obvious enough?” giggled the wolf, hiding his growing smile behind a paw, muffing his laughter as best as he could, “but yeah I’m gay, and before you ask, yes it’s been quite some time since… you know…” admitted Dereck, the two men blushing as he finished his sentence. “That explain a lot actually.” Pensively whispered Nick. “I think so.” Approved the wolf, becoming increasingly nervous.

However before they could continue their conversation any further, the door behind Nick opening again, followed by the familiar sound of claws clicking on the ground. They didn’t need to look to see who was coming, the musky scent rolling in the room as he entered giving it away. Without consulting each other the two men went silent, quietly agreeing with just a quick look to keep their discussion to themselves. Lyam yawned loudly, exposing his sharp teeth for a couple of seconds, his agile tongue swiftly dashing over his scaly lips, darting out slightly. He bore the same sleepy look on his face, emerging from the realm of sweet dreams, and in his case, lustful fantasies. Quietly he entered the kitchen at a snail’s pace, glancing around him, halting before the window to observe the rising sun outside, the orangish beams of light bouncing off his pristine scales, making them shine like precious gems. Dereck found himself unable to peel his eyes from the dragon’s splendidly shimmering scales, mesmerized by them, Lyam clearly aware of this and making sure the light of the dawning sun illuminated every scales of his body. “Good morning.” Finally let out Lyam, stepping away from the window, taking his place around the table, sitting in a place that put him right in the middle of them, a position Dereck interiorly wished to not find himself into. “Good morning.” He still replied politely, avoiding looking at Lyam directly. “Good morning Nick,” continued Lyam, turning all his attention toward the human, as if he wasn’t even there, “slept well handsome?” he continued, nudging the human’s cheek. “With you around?” retorted Nick, his traits twisting in a snarl of disdain, his eyes glaring at Lyam with disregard, only to suddenly soften, clouding with love, his lips curling into a broad, enamored smile, “with you around, always…” he ended, kissing the dragon’s lips passionately.

Dereck silently watched as the two lovers kissed passionately, carelessly, oblivious to the fact they were being watched, Nick’s hands reaching out and affectionately fondling the dragon’s neck, a low elated purr filling the silence of the room. Something was different, changed for the better it seemed, the two so different yet so close aliens indulging in their burning passion for one another, the events of yesterday transforming them literally overnight In fact, he didn’t recall Nick indulging in his feelings like this before, the human much less reserved than before. A pang of pain sank deep in his heart, envy spiking inside him, reminding him of his own loneliness. Even though he was happy for them, glad that what had happened the day before had strengthened their relationship instead of shattering it, he couldn’t help feeling jealous of the two males, aching for that special bond they shared.

“You know, you shouldn’t make a habit of leaving me in bed like this.” Cooed Lyam after they broke the kiss, looking at each other lovingly, “It gets… very cold and lonely in there without you.” “Sorry, you were sleeping so deeply I didn’t want to disturb you, but if you insist I’ll try to wake you up next time.” Apologized Nick. “Good...” purred Lyam in approval, nuzzling his mate affectionately, his gaze looking down at the traces their times in the bedroom had left on the human skin, a satisfied grin growing on his lips. “And you Dereck, did you have a good night?” casually enquired Lyam. “Oh what…? Err… yes…? I mean… no… not that well…” stammered the wolf, taken aback by the sudden question. “You indeed look like you could use some rest.” Approved Lyam, not making any mention of his gravelly voice. “Yeah… I definitely could use some sleep.” sighed Dereck, fighting the heaviness of his eyelids wanting to shut on their own.

Lyam observed them both quietly, eyes doting from one to the other, filled with uncertainty, questioning them, trying to understand what he had missed. “I… I guess you two were… talking about yesterday.” He muttered, looking away after a long moment of heavy quiet, his expression becoming grave. “Yes we were.” confirmed Nick, affectionately fondling his mate who had begun trembling, lips twitching in apprehension, “we have to address the elephant in the room.” “But there’s no elephant…” gasped Dereck, perplexed, “oh wait… is that an expression?” he mumbled, scratching his head embarrassedly. Both aliens burst into laughter, staring at each other in disbelief, their face enlightened by their amused and slightly mocking grins. Dereck, even though he felt stupid for misunderstanding soon joined, laughing frankly with them. Soon the entire apartment echoed with the sound of their sincere chuckles and unstoppable giggles. “Damn I wasn’t expecting that.” sighed Nick, slowly calming down, left panting by the intense laugh. “Sorry… the translator doesn’t… understand expression.” Apologized Dereck, gasping for breath. “Don’t apologize, that was pretty funny.” Chuckled Lyam, eyes glinting in amusement. “But... yeah seriously we were talking about it.” Let out Nick, regaining his composure, “we can’t just act as if nothing had happened.” “I fully agree.” Confirmed Dereck.

Lyam slowly nodded, thoughtful, hesitant, his tail nervously swishing from side to side as he gazed back and forth at them, not knowing what to say or do. “I… I think I should apologize… in person I mean.” He stammered hesitantly, slowly turning his attention toward the wolf, not looking directly at him, instead fixating a point somewhere beyond him above his shoulder. “I’m… sincerely sorry, I shouldn’t have… acted with you the way I did, I... shouldn’t have played with your desires… your feelings the way I did, not only yesterday but all other times before, that was very… very rude of me and very… mean of me to toy with you like this.” Sputtered Lyam hesitantly, struggling to find the right words, his eyes darting in all directions as his claws scratched the floor beneath him, “I’m sorry, from the bottom of my heart for teasing you the way I did.” Dereck, as uncomfortable as he was with the whole situation felt relieved, warmth enveloping me as he heard the dragon’s apology, his guts telling him it was genuine and not another ploy to get to him. A broad, reassuring smile curled his lips as he dared to extend a paw toward the dragon and cautiously caress his scales, shuddering from the contact while Lyam flinched in surprise, tensing under the unexpected touch before relaxing, cooing softly. “I’m… very… very happy you apologized to me but we already discussed the matter with Nick so… there’s no need.” “Well, maybe for you but it… it feels good to me to.” Retorted Lyam, slowly turning his snout toward his mate, “I really feared I had lost it all, broken… shattered everything by doing… what I did… and it is not something that I want so I prefer to own up to my mistakes and make up for them to the best of my ability.” Mumbled Lyam, a tear pearling at the corner of his eye. “I understand, and it’s… it’s forgiven, It’s also my fault for giving in that easily, I knew what I was getting into if we were to get caught so… I’m to blame as much as you are.” Reassured the wolf, profusely blushing again. “Anyway, we all agreed it’s better that it never, and I mean never happens again, Isn’t that right Lyam?” announced Nick, looking insistently at Lyam. “Of course.” Chirped Lyam in approval, nuzzling the human’s cheek affectionately.

Suddenly, Dereck sprang to his feet, quickly turning around and heading for the coffeepot. “Crap with all of that I completely forgot my manners?” he exclaimed as he fumbled in his cupboards, grabbing all necessary dishes for their breakfast, “Do any of you want to eat or drink something?” “I wouldn’t mind a breakfast,” approved Lyam, licking his lips, thick drool collecting at the corner of his lips, “I’m starving.” “Could eat something to.” Approved Nick. “Still hungry for more?” giggled Lyam deviously, a mischievous glow lighting his amber irises. “Shut up Lyam now is not the time.” Snorted the human, playfully shoving his mate away. “Sorry, that was way too tempting.” Sniggered Lyam. Soon the three of them were eating and drinking to their heart’s content as if they had been deprived of any food for days, Nick and Dereck in particular. In mere minutes the tension from earlier was long gone, a mere memory floating away in the depth of their minds. The only one that still seemed a bit uncomfortable was Lyam, his amber eyes darting in all directions, a light pinkish hue creeping over his cheeks, something seemingly bothering him, preventing him from relaxing fully.

“What’s wrong Lyam?” questioned Nick after some time observing his embarrassed mate’s awkward behavior. “Do you… allow me a compliment?” “Sure, go ahead.” Encouraged Nick, shrugging, not understanding quite why this had Lyam so embarrassed. The cloned dragon slowly turned his attention toward Dereck who had, until this point, been observing the scene quietly, slowly sipping his coffee before it got cold, shivering as the two golden orbs homed onto him. “Dereck… I have one thing to tell you and… well that may be a bit… embarrassing.” Warned Lyam, glancing back at Nick, asking if he was sure. Dereck on his end only raised a quizzical eyebrow, wondering what was going on exactly. “You have… a really good maw… and a really tight throat…” spilled out Lyam in a low, excited growl, his scales shuddering as he spoke what weighted his heart. The wolf’s eyes burst wide open his breathing, as his heartbeats stopping, his body stuck, frozen in his last position. He dropped the bowl on the table, gasping and coughing, spitting some of the dark, warm liquid he had been drinking. “Excuse me… what did you say?” he gasped, speechless. “God damn it can’t you stop being horny for one fucking secong?!” roared Nick, eyes rolling back in disbelief, although his wry smile betrayed the fact he was e”xpecting it. “What, I’m not teasing, I’m not flirting, I’m just being honest here!” protested Lyam, harboring the same devious expression as before, “and I do mean it, you have a great maw and you really know how to use it.” Complimented Lyam. “T-t-thanks… I… I guess…” muttered Dereck, both proud and taken aback by Lyam’s so straightforward and bold compliment. “You’re welcome.” Replied Lyam, bowing his head slightly, “people must be getting in line to get a taste of that sweet mouth of yours.” He quickly added, his eyes shining with that familiar lustful glimmer. “You’re unbelievable Lyam…” growled Nick, staring at the ceiling above, “I thought we had agreed on this.” “We did.” Calmly replied Lyam, “But I’m not trying anything I’m just being nice and giving Dereck a honest compliment based on my… appreciation.” He pursued, “I know and I’ll make sure it never happens again but I wanted to speak it out while I still had the chance.”

Suddenly a familiar yet frustratingly annoying ringtone reached their ears, coming from Dereck’s room. The wolf quickly sprang to his paws and ran for the room. “Sorry, that’s important, gotta take the call.” He shouted right before closing the door, leaving the two puzzled alien in the kitchen. Fortunately for him he had forgotten to take his phone with him which provided him an excuse to slip away if needed. He was grateful, so grateful that someone had the clairvoyance to call him at this exact moment as the situation was getting very uncomfortable for him. Locking the door he made his way to the bed, picking up the phone and checking the screen, for once glad to see his mother’s name blinking in the call window. As he accepted the call he could barely hide his relief, not needing to look down to know how aroused he was, holding back with all his might to not make a mess again

Meanwhile in the kitchen Nick and Lyam were let confused, puzzled by the unexpected reaction, glancing at each other, questioning what to do now. “We really need to have that discussion…” sighed Nick, intently glaring at Lyam. “We will, don’t worry.” Grunted the dragon, focusing his attention on his meal, “but not now, I don’t want anyone hearing us while we do it.” “Whatever you say.” Let out Nick, grabbing a big slice of alien bread.


---------------------------------------Over a week and a half later-----------------------------------


“Oh yeah… right… right there… just like… that!” moaned Lyam, crying out to the ceiling, eyes rolling back in pure bliss. Nick grinned, encouraged by his mate’s lust-addled words. He furtively glanced up, watching his mate sprawled out on the bed, his neck and head resting against the wall, looking down at him with lust-glazed eyes, maw agape, tongue lolling out on the side, dripping thick saliva everywhere. From a distance IT would have seemed they were in the middle of a heated session, and it wouldn’t be too far from the truth. What stood out however was none of them were pounding the other, riding the other or being mounted in any way. No instead Lyam was resting comfortably on the bed, a paw wrapped around his throbbing pole of flesh, slowly, enticingly stroking it at a slow pace while a bit lower his tail was rhythmically thrusting in and out of his hole, stretching it wide with its girth. However, the goal wasn’t to reach his peak, in fact it couldn’t be farther from it, Lyam only preparing himself for the upcoming fun.

In the meantime, Nick was on his knees, holding onto one of the dragon’s hindpaws, burying his face in the soft sea of black scales forming his sole, kissing and licking the incredibly sensitive surface, feeling the strong paw tense and flinch each time he did anything to it. While he was doing this Lyam wasn’t idly standing by and enjoying himself, using his other free paw to reward his mate in any way possible. Nick couldn’t deny that he was very good at it, trembling and shuddering as that strong, yet smooth paw pressed against his crotch, teasingly caressing his hard cock, sliding it between two clawed toes, uncontrollably thrusting against the delightful sensation, pushing his dick into Lyam’s delightful sole, smearing precum everywhere in the process. His own moans were muffed by the paw he was taking good care of, his nose full to the brim with the alluring scent of the dragon’s arousal, his mouth and hands hard at work to pleasure his mate. Mere weeks ago, if someone had told him he would be doing this, even more with a cloned creature he would have laughed, called them crazy and sworn he would rather die than do that, even for all the wealth and privileges in the world. Yet now here he was, happily licking and massaging that paw and getting hard from it. His tongue swiftly slathered the smooth, sensitive scales, tracing along them from bottom to top at a tantalizingly slow pace while his hands expertly kneaded the paw that ached for attention, relieving al tensions from it.

Lyam shuddered, cooing deeply, stroking himself as his tail sank deep inside him, his pulsing member tensing and jolting with each caress of his skillful paw, the ridges flaring excitedly under his claws while his hole was stretched wide open, the muscular walls forced to adapt to the increasingly thick appendage pushing its way inside. He couldn’t peel his eyes from the alluring sight of his mate, face pressed against his paw, taking good care of it, his cock throbbing and squirting pre against his other paw, soaking his scales deep with his sticky warmth. Jolts of pleasure coursed through him, causing his back to arch and his hips to buck up in excitement, his paws pressing harder against Nick’s face, begging him to continue. He knew his paws were very sensitive, so sensitive it was pleasurable, and Nick turned out to be very good at it, his tongue dragging over the smooth scaly hide, triggering countless blissful tingles in his wake, his agile hands finding the best spots to massage and fondle, causing him to moan, eyes rolling back in pure delight. This kind of treatment made him hard, harder than stone, harder than he had ever been, and luckily for him he wasn’t the only one. Nick’s member throbbed and twitched against his sole, so stiff, so hot, so eager for more, he could hardly resist the urge to feel it inside him, yet what he loved more was to take things slowly, just like Nick had showed him, savoring the pressure building up inside him, begging to be relieved, letting the torrents of pleasure flowing inside him wash him away. He had already cum a few times by now and felt the new one quickly approaching, making his cock swell and bulge in preparation, pre drizzling at a near constant rate from his bloated tip, covering his paw and length in a warm layer of natural lubricant.

Nick kept an eye on the dragon as he continued upward, dragging his tongue along the sensitive scales, leaving them slimy and slippery, climbing along one of the clawed toes, stopping at the very bottom of the razor-sharp talon. Lyam tensed and squirmed below him, letting out low groans of pure pleasure his tail jerking forward, sinking deeper into his hole, eliciting a sharp moan from his parted maw. Pleasure from all these different stimulations overwhelmed him, turning his mind hazy, fuzzy, his thought crumbling into a lustful magma where nothing made sense, his body burning with desire. Through the haze of his vision he saw Nick stop for a second, hesitate, doubt for a mere instant before opening his mouth and, to his disbelief, taking one of his toes inside. Lyam gasped in surprise, freezing, involuntarily squeezing his knot, almost cumming on the spot, quaking in bliss as a heated wave of wetness enveloped his oversensitive paw.

“G-g-gosh… be… c-careful… with… the claw.” Panted Lyam, grimacing in pleasure, letting go of his cock just in time to halt the surge of orgasmic delight rushing through his stiff shaft. Nick smirked, suckling at the toe in his mouth, watching as Lyam tensed, squirmed and wiggled below him, fighting to not cum on the spot, the elated expression plastered across his face priceless. He continued to pleasure his mate’s paw for a while, cautious to not hurt himself with that deadly claw of his, his tongue slithering all around it, slathering it in thick globes of saliva, leaving not a single scale untouched. Lyam squawked in pleasure, holding perfectly still, observing the human taking good care of him, continuing to paw him off as a show of his appreciation, jolts of pleasure sparkling in both of them, making them shake and quiver in lust.

Nick let go of his mate’s paw, panting, shuddering, barely holding up, his mind clouded by lust, fueled by the strong, alluring scent waffling at his nose, stirred by the melodious symphony of growls and moans spilling from the dragon’s maw. Nick, still holding onto the wet paw observed his mate, loving each instant he spent with him, staring intensely at that hard, pulsating spire of his coated in a mix of pre and cum from his previous climaxes, the rest of which was dripping down his balls, oozing from his gaping hole, filling his hut with steaming hot essence.

He was so delighted, so relieved they had that lengthy but necessary discussion, as if doing it had allowed them to begin again, on new, stronger, indestructible bases. He could recall everything from that fateful day so vividly, every word, every action, every emotion that went through him as this conversation unfolded as if it had happened mere minutes ago.

It had all taken place merely two days after the incident. On that very occasion they had been left alone for the better part of they day since Dereck was called to a meeting and had planned to take a detour by the mall on the way back to buy some things for all of them. With this in mind they had spent that very day in the intimacy of their room naked, their bodies entangled together in a passionate, loving embrace, their mouth and maw interlocked in the deepest of kisses, so lost into each other they didn’t see time fly by. At some point however Lyam had pulled out of this embrace, sitting on one end of the bed while Nick mimicked him and sat at the other, facing his mate at a safe distance. Both of them were hard by then but none of them was willing to indulge in their mutual desire for the other, instead staring at the other in perfect silence, waiting, hoping one would dare to start. But where to begin? How to even put it? They were both at a loss for word, stuck in that uncomfortably frustrating situation, not knowing what to do or what to say.

Fortunately, they found, well, Lyam found a way to be exact. He was the first to speak after a heavy, suffocating silence. “My paws are… very sensitive… and I mean very sensitive… and… it feels really good to have them… touched…” he had hesitantly stammered as his preamble, his black scaly cheeks turning a bright crimson red. This confession, so sudden, so unexpected had left Nick speechless, puzzled, so taken aback his brain blanked, no word able to escape his mouth although a tone of questions flooded his mind. “Yes… I know… that’s surprising…” mumbled Lyam, squirming nervously on his paws, his hard member throbbing as he spoke, making it clear he wasn’t joking. Nick had remained quiet, encouraging Lyam to continue with a nod, his mate appearing a bit unsure yet relieved to have let this out. With the confidence that Nick was listening and that he wouldn’t be judged, stopped or disturbed he had continued, speaking for long, sometime uncomfortable, sometime delightful minutes, opening the floodgates and letting out everything that weighed his mind. Nick had quietly listened, studiously drinking and processing each word, refraining himself from asking any of the many question that burned his lips, knowing that if he had dared to interrupt Lyam now it might cause him to shut down on some subjects again. 

When it had come to an end Nick had learned more about Lyam in the span of half an hour than in weeks of hanging out and spending most of his time with him. Lyam had shared almost everything wit him, things he liked, things he wanted to do both in and out of bed, his kinks, his dreams and fantasies, his hopes for the future, and then his most deeply buried feelings, his doubts, his fears, the many questions that plagued his mind. He even opened up a bit on his past, though not too much, this subject clearly sensitive, too sensitive for him to talk about right now. This flow of information had left Nick shaken, with more questions than answer, eager to poke and prod at everything Lyam had just told him, yet he knew that now wasn’t the time for questions. Instead, he took a moment to collect his thought and, after taking a deep breath did as Lyam had done. He had felt Lyam’s eyes staring at him with such intensity as he spoke it almost felt like they were scrutinizing his very soul, yet feeling increasingly relieved with everything he let out, sensing that Lyam comprehended and understood everything he said. He told him about his own kinks and desires, sharing his most arousing dreams and thoughts, speaking of his feelings toward him in all honesty, admitting he had been attracted and turned on by him for more time than he would have dared to admit, feelings he had tried to suppress for too longs. He exposed the darkest and deepest confined of his mind to his mate, talking about his own fears and doubts, telling him of his past in the consortium military, the “peacekeeping” operations, the battles, the countless skirmishes he had been involved in, the doubts, the questioning that had let him to seek a new life, that had led him to the CRS Hope and it’s daring expedition. At last he had shared the underlying reasons pertaining to his hatred of clones. There were a few reasons behind that, many misadventures and accidents tat had only fueled his anger.

It had all started back in his youth, while visiting a plant or factory of some sort where he had accidentally lost his group and found himself stuck in a room with one of those gigantic clones as his only company. The enormous creature, although trying in it’s very limited and clumsy way to help only scared him more and more. When he had been found by a worker and brought back to the safety of his class the ordeal had lasted long enough to leave a lasting impression on him, a mark, a wound that only grew with time leaving him with a constant fear of clones. Overtime that fear had become anger, disregard, hatred, fueled by countless mocking comments and taunting as this information had been spread around. A few misfortunate incidents later during his life had finished to turn him spiteful and disregardful toward clones in general, all of that culminating in one last, tragic accident.

It had been just another boring day of patrolling in the same area, they were passing by a construction site when a heavy load of construction materials carried by a clone had fallen down on his squad. Being in the lead he had remained unscathed, but it wasn’t the case for two of his men. One was hidden under a tangled mess of heavy steel pieces, probably crushed, the other had the lower half of his body stuck under the same pile of steel beams and bars. Had it been an accident, or had it been planned, he had never known, though they weren’t the first squad getting in some very suspicious accidents in that area. However, it didn’t matter much at that time, the priority had been to rescue his men, unfortunately, whatever they did, even with the help of some of the works who had come to their aid, they couldn’t clear the debris. So they turned to the clone and ordered it to move his mess but the damned beast had remained perfectly immobile, unflinching, unresponsive, even the site’s foreman wasn’t able to get it to comply. In the end they had to enlist the help of two other clones while two guys jumped into exoskeletons to assist in the cleaning. Unfortunately, it was already too late for the one who had been crushed, he had died long ago, the second, although rescued suffered the same fate days later in the hospital.

Barely had he finished that Lyam closed the gap between them, wrapping his paws around him and pulled him in the tightest of hugs possible, squeezing him against his chest. As they cuddled their mouths had found one another, drawn to the other like magnets, locking in a loving kiss that lasted for ages, or mere minutes, they couldn’t tell, and they couldn’t care less. After that they had continued to talk for a while, still holding each other in a warm embrace, asking the other questions, clarifying details, and admittedly teasing each other quite a bit. After some time, they had indulged in their boiling desires, taking into account everything they had learned and putting it to good use, going slowly, exploring the other as if it was their first time, discovering new ways to bring pleasure to one another. Some of their personal kinks disturbed them a bit at first, making them uncomfortable, but after experimenting and exploring them they found it didn’t bother them as much as they thought, becoming enjoyable even. Once they were done, they were spent, utterly exhausted, so weak they could barely move, some parts of their bodies aching and itching painfully but they couldn’t care less. They were happy, basking in the warmth of their afterglow, holding each other, not wanting to let go at any point

After that very day things had gone very smoothly for them, there had not been any other incident to report, no other bad surprises, only love and care, the two of them spending much if not all their time together, every minute apart leaving them yearning longing for the other’s reassuring, comforting presence. They talked more openly about everything, their lengthy conversation helping to collapse some of the last walls keeping them apart, though some barriers were still standing, subjects they weren’t willing to elaborate on just yet, these protections were cracked, fractured, not as strong as before, just waiting to crumble. To his own surprise Nick found himself being more straightforward around Lyam, openly flirting with his mate even in public, as if his almost constant naughty, teasing behavior rubbed off on him somehow. However, he wasn’t complaining the slightest, in fact he was loving it, and he could tell Lyam was too. Another good and very unexpected thing that happened in the wake of their openhearted discussion was a change to their mating frequency. To Nick’s own disbelief they weren’t doing it much more than they used to, or if they did the difference wasn’t noticeable and in the end mattered little to him as long as he was with Lyam. The only thing that was different was that, from time to time, he would find himself on the receiving end of Lyam’s sizeable member, the dragon proving to be equally rough and cautious depending on the situation, making for a delightful ride, nonetheless. The rest of the time however Lyam was the one on the receiving end, definitely loving it that way, although that didn’t stop him from being dominant and in charge most of the time which Nick had come to love, eagerly relinquishing control to his mate and watching as the dragon had his way with him.

“Hey who told you you could stop?” growled a familiar voice tinged with frustration, brutally awaking him from his reveries with a wet, slimy paw to the face. He gasped, eyes fluttering in confusion, stumbling back, almost falling from the bed as he let go of the paw he was still clinging onto. Without realizing it, as his mind drifted away he had stopped pleasuring his mate’s sensitive paw, leaving Lyam hanging, on the verge of climax. With his cheeks covered in a light reddish hue he resumed where he had stopped, suckling on the toe he was still cradling in the wet confines of his mouth, earning a low, approving rumble in response. “That’s much better…” cooed Lyam, shuddering in delight, his claw tips delicately grazing the surface of his own maleness, creating little jolts of pleasure that made him quiver impatiently. Nick smirked, bobbing his head up and down slightly while his hands continued to fondle and massage those sensitive soles, eliciting groans of satisfaction from the needy dragon. Lyam was so close, right on the edge, just needing an extra push to let go of all the potent seed churning in his loins, and he was happy to provide just that, reinvigorated, going for the most sensitive spots he had discovered, causing the horny male to cry out in pure bliss.

However, Lyam had other plans in mind. Slowly he removed his paw from Nick’s grasp, human hands clasping on bare air as his prize vanished, taken away from him. Confused Nick stared at his mate in incomprehension, wondering what had gone through him. Lyam didn’t say a word, his lust-veiled eyes glinting with malice, a sly grin curling his lips as his paws wiggled away, out of reach. “Can’t have you make me cum too early can I?” deviously chuckled Lyam, his grin widening, his paw leaving his hard, dripping cock. Nick returned the smile before crawling forward, sneaking between the dragon’s legs, eyes homed on the red rocket gleaming under the dim light ahead of him, the strong spicy musk already blasting at his nose. “Yes, perfect… come closer…” invitingly growled Lyam, pointing the tip of his shaft toward the human, “I have a big treat for you…” Nick smirked and reached out, his fingers caressing the hot surface of the stiff rod, sliding along the pre covered length before wrapping around the base. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly he got closer until his lips pressed against the wet tip, inviting it in his mouth, right in time for a strong squirt of tasty pre that hit the roof of his mouth, offering him a sample of the pent-up male. Eagerly guzzling down the hot liquid he began bobbing his head up and down along the thick spire, suckling greedily on the tip as his tongue slathered the whole length in another layer of saliva, adding to the mix of fluids coating the entire surface.

“Oh yeah… that’s better…” moaned Lyam, resting a paw on Nick’s head to encourage him to go lower. The human was happy to oblige, taking inch after inch of hard, pulsing cock in his hungry, sloppy mouth, the flavor of the member and it’s salty pre mixing with the many tastes still lingering on his tongue, forming an appealing concoction that fed his ravenous hunger for his mate. Loud suckling noises echoed in the room, intertwining with Lyam’s huffs and growls, forming a sweet melody of pleasure as Nick swallowed more and more of the dragon in his maw, teasing Lyam’s sensitive ridges in all the right ways, quickly coaxing his climax. Lyam could feel the pressure building up inside him, fast, too quickly for him to stop, spikes of pleasure hitting him in quick succession, crumpling his last resistances, fresh seed already rushing toward his cock. “E-ea-easy Nick… I d-d-d-don’t want to… oh g-gosh it’… coming!” he moaned out loud, his back already arching under the powerful wave of pleasure ravaging his insides, his paw pressing with all its might on the human’s head, impaling him on his madly convulsing, leaky cock.

Nick let out a muffed huff, gagging as the thick draconic girth forced it’s way into his throat, forming a nice bulge in his neck. He couldn’t pull out anymore, Lyam taking control, roughly shoving him into his knot, preventing him from protesting. His length pulsed in the tight constricting embrace of the throat around him, squeezing it in just the right way to tip him over the edge. Lyam cried out to the ceiling, his muscles going stiff, his cock jumping in Nick’s throat, a thick geyser of creamy seed erupting from his bloated maleness, flooding the mate’s stomach in one fell swoop. Nick shuddered, heat blooming in his veins and guts, thick spunk flowing down his throat in quick, powerful spurts, the large cock tensing and jumping under each tremor of orgasmic bliss that washed over Lyam. The dragon over him was panting raggedly, his tongue lolling out on the side of his maw, resting against the pillows, his unfocused eyes staring at the roof as if it had been a work of art, basking in the sheer orgasmic delight overwhelming his senses.

Slowly his orgasm died down, seed weekly trickling out of his spent member, streaming down Nick’s throat. Cautiously he pulled out, Lyam opposing no resistance as he did so, ridges popping out of his mouth with loud, wet noises, the half hard shaft glistening with saliva. Letting the last few spurts paint his oral cavity in sticky whiteness Nick feasted on the tasty semen, hungrily swallowing it all to the very last drop. Only once Lyam’s cock had stopped leaking seed, beginning to soften in his grasp did he finally let go, watching the pole of flesh grow flaccid, beginning to retreat in the warm, and tight cover of the dragon’s appetizing slit. “Wasn’t expecting to cum that quickly, but that definitely felt good.” Grunted Lyam in satisfaction, watching as his cock retreated back into hiding, “That’s too bad though, I had… other plans in mind…” he added, a devilish light glowing in his amber eyes. “Sorry but I have plans of my own for you tonight.” Retorted Nick on the same tone, pulling himself up along Lyam’s belly until he was fully resting on top of him, plunging his gaze into those marvelous irises. “Oh really, I’m curious to see that?” snickered Lyam, muffing a low moan as Nick’s erection brushed against his soaked slit. “Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough.” Tantalizingly whispered the human in response, gyrating his hips enticingly, rubbing against Lyam’s warm, inviting vent. “Oh, I see where this is going.” “I’m sure you do.” Whispered Nick, reaching out with a hand, softly caressing Lyam’s snout, listening to the low purrs he emitted.

Their lips met as if they had a mind of their own, driving them into a deep, loving kiss that lasted for a perfect minute that felt like a delightful eternity to them, heat spreading into their bodies, warming their very flesh, their heart s beating in union as their tongues intertwined in their joined maws. When they finally parted, they were panting, their bodies shaken by delightful shivers strings of saliva still linking them for a few more, blissful seconds, their eyes misty with love and lust. “I love you…” moaned Lyam, tensing, back arching when Nick’s hot tip spread the thick outer lips of his slit. “I love you too…” responded Nick, kissing the male’s snout in return, the head of his spire dipping in the heated, slippery passage, the strong muscles undulating in an alluring manner around him. “Nick…” abruptly called Lyam, right as he was about to sink in, his voice trembling with uncertainty, “I’m… sorry to disturb you now but… I… I need to know, have you… considered my… proposal.” Nick’s heart skipped a beat, his blood running cold like ice in his veins, a dreadful wave washing over him while a heavy weight fell down on his shoulders. He stopped, slowly looking up until his gaze was planted in Lyam’s own enquiring one, his scaly brows raised quizzically, hoping for an answer, yet fearing it at the same time.

Nick knew exactly what Lyam was talking about, or rather who he was talking about. What had happened with Dereck, and the wolf himself in fact had been a big part of their discussion, Nick wanting to understand what had led to Lyam wanting him so badly, a bit out of jealousy but mostly out of curiosity, willing to comprehend his mate. Lyam had been more than eager to explain although he struggled to find the words to accurately describe his feelings, his thoughts and opinions on the matter. That very part of the conversation had struck him so much it had carved itself in the depth of his mind, never to be erased. It was a bit more complex than met the eye, on one hand Lyam definitely found him attractive, arousing, leaving him eager to experiment with their wolf host, but on the other hand his more rational, scientific mind was intrigued, curious, wanting to discover, to learn more about this alien species, something that would require some… field studies. On top of that there was one of his kinks Lyam had shared, something he would be more than happy to try and that didn’t leave him as indifferent as he would have hoped. The mere thought of the three of them was very appealing to him, stirring his lust in just the right way, feeding his imagination enough for it to go wild, even though the idea of his mate, his partner, his lover doing it with another man had his blood boiling. This conversation had left him puzzled, confused, in the middle of a battlefield of conflicting emotions and feelings fighting for control inside him. Even Lyam seemed confused, perplexed, unsure of what to do, not wanting to destroy what he had built with Nick yet that pesky desire kept bugging him, an itch that didn’t want to go away.

Nick had thought about it for a long time, turning the idea around and around in his head, trying to find a solution. He had to admit that even though it somewhat upset him, he couldn’t deny that Dereck was a handsome man, quite attractive indeed and, as Lyam had predicted, quite well endowed. The sight of these two, throbbing, leaking red rockets standing proudly between the wolf’s legs had never left his mind, the image so clear, so vivid he could see it behind his closed eyelids. Undeniably their host had a much bigger effect on him than he would dare to admit, feeding his own lust more than he thought, and seeing him beneath Lyam, taking that fat knotted cock the way he did had turned him on much more than it should have, maybe as much as Lyam did when he teased him. The idea of doing it with him was appealing yet something kept constantly tugging at his brain, stopping him from saying yes, keeping him in that constant state of doubt and uncertainty.

“You’re still thinking about it?” he sighed, sitting up, his member sliding out of the dragon’s tight, quivering slit. “A-A-always…” shyly admitted Lyam, “it’s… on my mind… very often…” he mumbled, a crimson red hue covering his scaly cheeks. “I shouldn’t be surprised.” “Sorry Nick, I know I’m asking a lot from you but I just… want an answer, a definitive answer.” Apologized Lyam, bowing his head down in embarrassment. Nick let out a deep, drawn out sigh, hesitant, wondering, unsure, doubtful, a part of him interested, the other fighting with teeth and nails against it. “I don’t know Lyam that’s… that’s quite a big thing…” muttered Nick, nervously scratching his head. “I… I’m fully aware of that, I… I know it’s a lot to take in, to think about and it’s been pestering me too. I… I don’t want to take any reckless action and I don’t want you to either. But I… I need an answer, if you say no I would understand, I wouldn’t oppose your decision the slightest, and if you say yes I’d… well… let’s just say I don’t want to do anything without your consent.” Stammered Lyam hesitantly. “That’s very kind of you Lyam.” Whispered Nick in return, fondling Lyam’s neck in gratitude. “Well I just… don’t want to lose your trust by doing something behind your back again…”

Nick nodded in acknowledgment yet found himself unable to provide an answer, the idea triggering so much turmoil inside him it made it difficult to think straight. It was as exciting as it was disturbing to him, the thought of it so hot, so appealing it was hard to resist, yet repulsive to him at the same time. It wouldn’t be his first time in a threesome, in fact he had already done it twice in his past, loving it each time, no matter the position he was in. Yet this time it felt different, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why but his guts told him it was different. Perhaps it was due to the fact he was seriously engaged with Lyam, not just a friend anymore, or was it something completely different? He couldn’t tell. “Alternatively… we could simply… give it a try…” quietly suggested Lyam, his voice so low it took Nick some time to realize the dragon had spoken. “What do you m-mean?” he stuttered, staggering in surprise from the offer. “Simply that we could… try it once, if… if either of us doesn’t feel comfortable with it we can… stop and not do it again, it doesn’t engage us in anything serious.” “That… could work.” Admitted Nick cautiously, “but I doubt he’d be ok with that.” “You’d be surprised.” Chuckled Lyam, “In fact I think he’d be more than happy with that.” “You think so?” “I’m almost certain about it.”

Nick became quiet again, taking in the new information, Lyam’s word managing to reassure him slightly, his offer sounding more and more appealing to him, causing his already hard cock to twitch and throb with renewed vigor. Still he was unsure, doubting it was such a good idea, second guessing himself every time he leaned toward accepting the lustful proposal, the thought of doing it with his mate rather than with just friends or strangers much more tempting, yet he was weary of adding an unknown variable into their relationship, well more than Lyam already was. “I guess that could be nice but… I’m sincerely not sure he would accept after what happened.” “Don’t worry about this…” reassured Lyam in a mischievous whisper, “You know how good I am at turning people on, I’ll have no trouble getting this horny wolf into the mood.” Nick couldn’t hide the amused and wry grin that spread across his lips, recalling exactly what the dragon meant from his own experience. He had done it several times with him, at least once with Dereck, he wouldn’t have any problems doing it again if asked. “I don’t have any doubts about your success in that regard.” Giggled Nick, as devious as his mate, “You’ll get him to jump on your cock in the blink of an eye I’m sure of it, however I’m not sure he’d be that interested in me.” “Come on Nick, we both know this isn’t true; you must have seen how he looks at you, even more now that he has seen… you know…” murmured Lyam in the same enticing manner, coaxing the horny, eager man slumbering inside him, “Besides, even if he wasn’t interested in you, I am more than equipped to pleasure both of you.” “You’re such a tease Lyam.” Chuckled Nick, playfully patting the dragon’s snout, shuddering in arousal, imagining the dragon between them, being pounded from both sides by Dereck and him. “But I don’t think that would be necessary.” Added Lyam, eyes glinting maliciously. “Why that?” “You already know the answer Nick, I’m not the only one making our host hot in the right places.”

Nick, shuddered, blushing slightly. Lyam was right, he had spotted on many occasions Dereck getting quite turned on in his presence, after all, as much as he tried to hide it, the wolf wasn’t the best when it came to pretend he wasn’t aroused, his sudden shift in behavior, the look of embarrassment tensing his traits betrayed him when it wasn’t the massive bulge tenting his trousers. At first he had put it down to Lyam’s constant teasing, naughtiness triggering their host’s arousal, however, with time he started noticing that it seemed to happen even when the dragon wasn’t around, leading him to wonder if there wasn’t something else turning him on. The mere idea of him making the wolf hard left him very puzzled, awestruck, his excitement only matched by his discomfort. “So, you think he would…” “There’s no doubt in my mind he would.” Confirmed Lyam, cutting him off before he could ask his question, “So, what do you say?”

Nick hesitated, pondering his options, hesitant on what to do, half of him wanting it, yearning, craving for it, the other firmly refusing it, wholeheartedly opposed to it. Yet that part of him was slowly faltering, loosing ground and vehemency, subsiding, eroded by the growing desire blossoming within him. “Alright… you win…” sighed Nick, “can’t hurt to try once after all.” Barely had he finished his sentence that Lyam’s snout was rammed against his own face, his lips smashing into his own, his tongue rapidly and forcefully invading his mouth, throwing him into an intense, grateful kiss. Gasping in surprise he froze, eyes bulging wide as he was forcefully kissed by his mate; quaking while that thick, slippery appendage filled his oral cavity. “Thanks Nick,” whispered Lyam after pulling out of the human’s mouth, shivering in uncontained excitement, his eyes shining with joy like wildfires. “You’re welcome… I guess…” coughed Nick, gasping for breath, taken aback by the sudden intrusion in his mouth, the flavor of Lyam’s saliva lingering upon his tongue, “But… how are we gonna make this happen?” “Simple, let me handle it and I’ll take care of everything.” Proposed Lyam. “I don’t like the sound of that…” hissed Nick suspiciously, darting a questioning glare at Lyam. “Don’t worry, I promise I will take things slowly, just let me handle it all and it should all go smoothly.” Reassured the dragon, nuzzling his cheek affectionately, “I promise we will all enjoy it.” “You will that’s for sure.” “Oh hush I can tell you are eager for it as well.” Sniggered Lyam in response, pointing at Nick’s prominent boner, “Speaking of which weren’t we in the middle of something?” enquired the dragon, leaning back and staring ravenously at the human’s turgid erection. “I don’t remember… were we?” retorted Nick, feigning ignorance as he rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his hard cock between Lyam’s eager slit lips, parting the fold around his girth, “oh… I think I remember…” he added, thrusting forward and burring half of his member in the tight, muscular vent.

Lyam squealed in raw bliss, his claws curling as his paws jolted under the unexpected spike of pleasure, his limp cock throbbing in the now very cramped space. Nick grimaced, not in pain but in pleasure, the tight, muscular vent clenching around him, enveloping his length in a vice-like grip, drenching his foreskin in heated, slippery, natural lubrication. “Oh yes… that was just what I had in mind…” moaned Lyam, panting rapidly, eyes glazed with lust, “just… let me get more… comfortable…” he added, shifting behind him, wiggling his long tail. “Actually hold it right there, I just had a much better idea!” exclaimed Nick, unexpectedly pulling out, causing Lyam to yelp in surprise as his slit was left empty. Before the dragon could protest Nick had turned around exposing his rear to his puzzled mate, grabbing the thick tail still nestled deeply in Lyam’s backend and pushing it deeper right as he stabbed the needy slit with his own maleness. Lyam tensed, wincing before exploding in a loud, ear-splitting moan of delight as he was stuffed in both holes at once, heated pre squirting from his cock trying to harden in the tight space, pushing against his.

“Oh… gosh… didn’t see that… coming…” he panted, trembling like a leaf. “You told me you wanted to get double penetrated one day, I thought I would give you a bit of a foretaste of what it feels like.” Deviously announced Nick slowly pulling on the tail until a few inches slid out of the used and abused hole, eliciting low whimpers from Lyam. “Wasn’t expecting that… but that’s a really nice attention…” he cooed, collecting himself after the violent wave of pleasure that had overpowered him, “though if you do that you’re going to make a big mess…” “You mean you’ll be making a big mess.” Slyly replied Nick, shoving the thick tail deep inside Lyam’s rump. “Huff, you naughty pervert, you love making me cum…” “Can’t say I don’t.” chuckled Nick, slowly pulling his member out only to slam deep inside again. “I’ll make you lick it all when I’m done with you…” growled Lyam in a falsely threatening tone. “We’ll see about that, for now, stop talking, unless you want me to shut your big maw again.” Grunted Nick, thrusting at a moderate pace in Lyam’s slit, grinding against his half-hard ridged length. “No worries… there…” moaned Lyam in response, falling back onto the pillows, watching through the veil of lust covering his eyes as Nick’s cock vanished into his slit, his hefty balls slapping against the scales of his belly, his tip sinking deep in his vent, pushing his shaft to the side, forcing it to share the tight, confined space wit the newcomer. In the meantime Nick reaffirmed his grip on the thick slick tail, thrusting it at a moderate pace in Lyam’s gaping, slickened hole, stimulating him from both ends at once, flooding his system with an overwhelming amount of pleasure in which he happily dove head first, abandoning himself fully to the human on top of him, letting him take control from there on.


---------------------------------------Two days later-----------------------------------------------


“Damn, you were right, this game is a blast!” shouted Nick, almost falling from the couch. “I’ve gotta say it lives up to expectations.” Confirmed Lyam. “I’m glad you like it, I’ve been waiting for that one to come out for months now, heck I even preordered the god damn thing!” exclaimed Dereck, so happy his eyes sparkled with joy. The three of them were sitting before the television, Nick and him on the couch while Lyam was laying on the ground before them. They were trying out a new game Dereck had just picked up from the store an hour or so ago, and so far it had proven to be a great source of fun. The game was some type of open world game set in a modern city like place in which they were basically dropped and left to do whatever they wanted, the map full of activities to do. Although the controls were a bit janky and difficult to get used to they were having a great time goofing around in the virtual world.

Dereck was especially happy, he had been so hyped by that game when he had seen the first trailers two to three years ago, he had even preordered it, even though there were some serious delays. His original plan when the game would at last come out was to invite a few friends at his place for a long gaming night of fun with them, maybe order some good food, have a few drinks and savor this moment together until the dawn of the following day.

Unfortunately, with his new assignment he had to change his plans, unable to have his friends come home now that Nick and Lyam were living with him. He could have gone to one of his friend’s place for the night but he didn’t feel like abandoning the two aliens even though he knew they would have been fine without him for a night. It didn’t matter anymore however as he had taken his decision, opting to share his new game with them. Now that he was sitting on the couch with the two of them he knew he had taken the right decision, greatly enjoying his time. “Damn it who thought it was a good idea to put the jump button there?” grumbled Nick his character falling from some sort of wall and landing flat on the ground. “I have to admit that’s a stupid idea.” Chuckled Dereck, “oh no! Crap I did the same thing!” he exclaimed, ending not too far from Nick. “What are you two doing there?” enquired Lyam, giggling amusingly, standing atop a nearby roof, looking at them from above, “Want me to join you down there?” The next instant his character seemed to slip, falling from said roof, thankfully landing in a swimming pool down below. “Wow nice landing!” shouted Nick, patting Lyam’s head affectionately. “I got confused in the buttons, I wanted to crouch, but thanks.” Responded Lyam, extending his neck and licking Nick’s lips. “Lyam you may want to look at the screen.” Warned Dereck just in time for Lyam to turn his attention back toward the screen and discover his character on the verge of drowning. “Shit shit shit shit! How do you swim up?” gasped the dragon, pressing all buttons in panic, randomly finding the right one at the last second. “Close call.” He sighed in relief.

Dereck got up, stretching his limp body, bones cracking noisily, a low huff escaping his mouth. “I’m gonna go get us some more drinks.” He announced, quickly grabbing the empty cans littering the table in front of them. “Sounds like a plan.” Approvingly chirped Lyam, “My throat feels dry like a desert.” He headed to the kitchen and dumped everything into the trash can. After picking new refreshments in the fridge he headed back to the living room, halting right on the edge kitchen, quietly observing the two aliens unnoticed. They were so absorbed in the game they didn’t even notice he wasn’t coming back as quickly as he should, stuck right there on the entrance of the room. Nick was on the couch with Lyam leaning against his leg, watching on the screen as the human headed to the airport and climbed into a jet.

“I’m gonna show you how they fly in the Consortium fleet!” he shouted proudly. “Oh so you’re a pilot now?” snorted Lyam, unimpressed. “I have basic training.” Elusively responded Nick as he more or less smoothly took off. Dereck observed with unhidden curiosity as Nick maneuvered around in the jet, his flight a bit wobbly, uncertain, unstable even, causing Lyam to chuckle and giggle under his breath. “Stop laughing you lizard brain, it’s not me it’s those god damn controls.” Rumbled Nick grimacing in concentration, trying to hold a steady trajectory. “Sure, go ahead, blame the controls.” Laughed Lyam provokingly, “It’s definitely not your flying skills that are at fault.” “I’d like to see you try flying that piece of shit with that controller, feels like I’m trying to drive a dump truck.” Ranted Nick, narrowly avoiding a building. “Think that’s an accurate description.” Giggled Lyam in response, sprawling out on the floor. “Fuck fuck fuck, up up! Not down!” yelled Nick the jet diving down straight into the ground where it exploded. “Hahahaha! No offense Nick but with what you showed me there I’d never ever let you fly me somewhere.” Squeaked Lyam between two bursts of laughter, “You’re a far better shooter than you’re a pilot.” “I’d do much better with a flight stick.” Sighed Nick as he respawned near the crash site, “but I don’t think we’ve got that around here.” “I could give you my flight stick if yow anna try your… piloting skills.” Seductively purred Lyam, widening his stance, showing Nick something that Dereck thankfully couldn’t see though the potent scent invading his nostrils clearly gave it away. “And let me guess, just gotta squeeze the trigger to spray my enemies with lead?” “Not with lead but you get the idea.” Cooed the dragon in a tantalizing manner. “You horny lizard.” Chuckled Nick, reaching down and patting Lyam’s head affectionately.

Dereck couldn’t help but smile, finding the situation quite entertaining, amusing even, enjoying how the two chatted, flirted and openly teased each other, giving him a clear indication on the state of their relationship, their bond as strong as ever if not strengthened by the events of the past week. Deep inside he was a bit jealous, envying them but he quickly suppressed that pesky feeling clawing at him, preferring to be happy for them rather than envious of what they had, his time would come in due time, whoever the lucky one may turn out to be. Looking at the two quietly, from a distance, reminded me of everything that had happened during the past few days, the memories scrolling before his eyes putting a broad, happy smile on his face. Since that very morning where the three of them had had their discussion nothing embarrassing had happened, days going by with no new incident to report to his own relief, unwilling to get dragged into another compromising situation. Lyam was still his usual self, naughty, devious, teasing and sometimes straight up lewd but luckily not with him, Nick becoming surprisingly responsive to the not always very subtle invitations. More than once he had heard them going at it in their rooms for hours on end but he was slowly getting used to it, not giving it too much thought anymore, except for the fact he still had to paw off afterward. Fortunately for him Lyam hadn’t picked up on his still very present lust, or if he did he didn’t show it, not trying to arouse him anymore, nor attempting to get him to succumb to his burning desires. He seemed a bit different as well, slightly less horny, a bit more… satisfied, settled, leaving Dereck to wonder what had changed although he wasn’t curious enough to pry in their private lives.

There had been some awkward moments of course, these couldn’t be avoided even if he wanted to, like that time he had found them kissing and cuddling on the couch, barely wearing any clothes and ready to proceed to more intimate and messy kinds of affection from the looks of it. But to his own relief they had politely hidden their hard members from view and promptly moved to their room to enjoy more privacy. This was only one of the few examples, there were other occurrences of course but none of them lead to anything. The most notable one and the one time he had honestly feared Lyam would drag him into another of his devious ploys had been one day where they were alone, Nick gone to assist the salvage teams again, when out of the blue Lyam had come to him and had bluntly asked. “Is that porn offer from the other day still standing?” He had almost spat the water he had been drinking when he had heard the unexpected question, taken aback by the boldness of the dragon. “E-ex-excuse me?” he had stammered in confusion. Lyam had simply sighed and shamelessly lifted a hind paw, exposing his hard, throbbing length jutting from it’s parted slit, glistening with natural lubricant, beads of pre already collecting at the tip. “I’m horny and I could use some… relief material if you see what I mean.” Had casually explained Lyam, hints of need and held back frustration peaking in his voice. “Oh… s-s-sure… let me… set up everything for you… right away…” he had stammered, immediately heading for the living room and turned the computer on, Lyam on his heals. He had tried to be as quick as possible already feeling his two members pushing against his boxers, drawn out by the furtive alluring peek at Lyam’s cock. Lyam was sitting down on the couch, a paw already wrapped around his pulsing maleness. In no time he had everything set up and was browsing through the porn site’s gallery, selecting a video that seemed to catch Lyam’s attention.

Once everything had been ready, he had turned around and left, making sure to not look at Lyam for a single second only to stop once he had gone around the couch, showing his back to the dragon. “You need anything more?” “No thanks, I should be ok.” Politely replied Lyam, already moaning excitedly, “wait actually… what do you have to offer?” “Well… lube… condoms… if you don’t want to make a mess… toys…” Lyam had looked surprised, intrigued, his snout perking up when he had heard the last word. “Would like the toy, if possible, unless you have an extra set of paws to spare.” “Wait what?!” he had gasped in shock. “Just kidding, I’ll take the toy.” Had giggled Lyam. He had gone into his room, blushing profusely and came back with his biggest toys, Lyam’s eyes raising in a mix of interest and astonishment. “Wow, I didn’t know you had such things around here.” Whistled Lyam, impressed, grabbing the biggest one, already drooling over it, “Can’t believe you’d ever take such a big one.” He added, marveling at the thick, ridged and knotted rubbery shaft. “You’d… be surprised…” he had mumbled, “though I never took that one all the way…” “I’m not surprised, it’s quite a beast.” Had admitted Lyam, licking the smooth rubber-like material. “Anyway…. I’ll let you to your things.”

Without even waiting for a response he had disappeared into his own room, staying inside until he was sure the dragon was done. When he had dared to sneak out, expecting, hoping to find a big mess of freshly spilled cum he could have sampled. However, he had only discovered his living room as clean as it was when he had left it, not a single trace of cum in sight. If not for the thick, intoxicating manly fragrance permeating the air it would have been difficult to say that Lyam had been here not too long ago. To his own disbelief he even found his toys on the table before the TV, cleaner than they had ever been. A bit disappointed but grateful he had rapidly tidied everything and went on with his day, happy that the situation hadn’t gotten more uncomfortable.

Aside from such events there had been nothing to report for almost two weeks, a certain routine settling in, days becoming rather similar, only disturbed by the occasional meetings and appointments. Sometime the three of them went to meet someone either from the ministry or the army, spending unknown amounts of time talking to them. Other times it was only him being summoned to a meeting regarding the progress of his mission, analyses and other discoveries, and other time it was Nick or the two of them going to see the wreckage of their obliterated ship. His superiors were still breathing down his neck, urging him to get results but he was unwilling, reluctant to get more involved; his mother was especially persistent on that matter, insisting that he delivered some samples to help in their analysis of Lyam, saying it was of the utmost importance. Yet he did nothing of it, knowing there was only one way to get the samples he needed, but not wanting to cause more trouble by trying to obtain them.

There had been one good thing, well one that stood out above the rest for him at least, coming out of these almost two weeks of living together. Lyam, although reluctant and defiant in that regard at first had now fully embraced his role as a pet animal when out in the street. It had amazed Dereck how quickly he had adjusted to it, playing, feigning the dumb animal naturally, leaving him to wonder if it had been the first time he had done that. After the few walks outside they had done, and after he had gotten permission to venture a bit further in the city with Lyam the dragon had been more than thrilled, seeing the unmissable opportunity he was presented with to explore, to learn to discover, to understand their new world. They would wander around the streets for some time, Lyam taking in the fresh air, his eyes doting everywhere, stopping on anything that caught his interest, whether it was a building, something he had seen in a store or even people, acting normally in public to not arouse suspicion but bombarding him with questions once they were out of sight. He was very happy to comply and explain as much as he could to the curious dragon, loving that side of him, adoring the way his eyes sparkled with curiosity and eagerness to learn. They were still getting quite a bit of unwanted attention but that was to be expecting by going around with a large, quite handsome and catchy dragon, some people stopping dead in their track in shock when they saw Lyam, endangering other in some cases, other taking pictures and selfies with him, trying to caress him while other questioned Dereck on where he had found such a magnificent and admittedly big pet. There was even a time where someone had fainted upon coming face to face with Lyam, forcing them to call an ambulance, resulting in quite a big crowd gathering around them, requiring police to be called to disperse the bunch of curious bystanders. After a time they had grown used to all the attention they were receiving, ignoring it and going on with their lives, Lyam proving to be very effective when it came to driving pesky people away.

“Hey are those drinks coming or are you gonna spend the whole day like this staring at us?” shouted Lyam, his snout peaking over the couch, eyes glinting in amusement. “W-what?... Oh yes I’m coming, I… was… thinking about something.” Stammered Dereck, stepping inside the room. “Don’t think for too long you’re gonna overheat.” Giggled Lyam, “besides we’re starving here.” He added nudging Nick who nodded in response, “At this rate I’m gonna have to find something else for us to drink…” he continued, a devious grin spreading across his lips. “Quit it you horny lizard.” Snorted Nick, “you’d be the first one to get a…. drink.” “We shall see about that.” He purred provokingly. Despite himself Dereck smiled, amused more than aroused by the openly lewd talking the two were getting involved in, a part of him still curious to see if they would really get to it if push came to shove.

As he got closer to the couch his eyes instinctively went toward the window, glancing outside. The city behind the thick glass panel was dark, thick black clouds gathering overhead, filling the skies with impenetrable darkness. The air was heavy, moist, electric even, causing his fur to stand. He shuddered, knowing all too well what it announced. The weather forecasts had been issuing warning after warning for day about a big storm sweeping through the area, gaining in force with each passing hour. So far they seemed to have avoided the worst on it, only having to cope with the searing heat that came with the storms, experiencing some light rainfall at best. Too aware of the damage it could cause he had kept a constant eye on the weather forecasts and satellite views of the developing storm system, hoping it wouldn’t come their way. However it appeared the planet had other plans in mind, the storm finally upon them but there was still hope they wouldn’t take the blunt of it, the eye of the growing tempest appearing to be miles away to the southeast.

With the darkening skies on his mind, he went back to the couch and laid out all the cans he had brought back, popping one open for Lyam as his claws weren’t very fit to open cans without tearing them apart. The three of them took a drink and went back to the game, quickly finding a new activity to enjoy; which happened to be racing in that case. The sometime strange controls, combined with the heavy handling and physics of the vehicle made for tones of good moments and bursts of uncontrolled laughter, the weirdly designed tracks only adding to the hilarious chaos. In no time they were shouting and giggling too much to drive straight, tears of joy veiling their eyes, making the road ahead difficult to see. They switched to another activity, this time being tasked to make their way through a certain area while facing waves of AI controlled people armed to the teeth. This part proved to be more technical and difficult to manage for the three of them, coordination lacking a little. Still it was a great time, washing away all the tensions of the week, replacing everything, worries, fears, doubts with a simple, delightful sentiment of joy. However in the background the storm was getting closer, rumbling deeply, flashes of white light illuminating the skies and the apartment for brief instants, they didn’t seem to notice it except for Dereck who was increasingly concerned by it.

“Damn it Nick what the fuck was that?!” roared Lyam, his character vanishing, disintegrated by a powerful blast. “Hey don’t blame me I didn’t do anything!” “Then why the heck does it say that you killed me?” rumbled an upset Lyam. “Beats me.” “I think you hit him with the rocket launcher…” muttered Dereck, on the brink of bursting into laughter. “Wait what?” gasped Nick, “That was you in there?” “Of course that was me!” “Sorry Lyam, I didn’t see you in there.” Giggled Nick, dropping his controller. “Next round I’m handling the big guns…” grunted Lyam, sighing deeply. “Sure you don’t want me to handle your big gun?” “With how bad your aim is? No thanks.” Snorted Lyam with a wry smile. Dereck listened, blushing slightly, catching all the not so subtle hints, trying to act as normal as possible, not allowing it to get to him, or at least trying to. With this out of the way they resumed playing, trying again with Lyam taking care of the big guns as he said he would, only for him to blast himself into smithereens  with the very first shot, resulting in everyone bursting into laughter. “And you criticize my aim!” shouted Nick, uncontrollably laughing. “I-I didn’t see… the ledge…” chuckled Lyam, bowing his snout down in shame.

Dereck couldn’t help but smile, his heart filling with warmth, the same heat pumping in his veins. He shuddered, it felt like the sweet but often too short time spent hanging out with friends, chatting, joking, having fun for as long as possible, savoring each second while it lasted. Yet he was doing it with two aliens that weeks ago were complete strangers to him, one of an entirely different species coming from a world beyond the border of his own, far beyond what his kind new, somewhere in the impenetrable darkness of deep space, the other an allegedly synthetic being handcrafted in a laboratory of some sort. Weeks ago it would have disturbed him, perplexed him but now he couldn’t care less, enjoying his time with them as if they were old friends, like they had known each other for years. “Hey Dereck watch where you’re driving!” suddenly yelped Nick, hardly bringing him back to reality. Before him on the screen the truck he was driving was heading straight for a gas station at full speed. “Oh shit!” he gasped, gritting his teeth as he tried to avoid the collision, drifting right next to one of the gas pump, narrowly avoiding it. “Pfew, way too close.” Let out Nick, wiping the sweat of his forehead in relief, “Would have hated to restart that whole mission because we failed right at the end.” “Me too.” Approvingly chirped Lyam, resting against the couch, breathing rapidly. “Yeah my bad, was too focused on the map.” Apologized Dereck, trying to appease the ragged beating of his heart.

Taking his eyes off the screen for a moment as the mission ending cut scene rolled out Dereck realized that a thick, impenetrable shroud of darkness had fallen upon the room, enveloping them in a dense veil of obscurity only disturbed by the constantly changing glow radiating from the TV. Puzzled he looked around, his attention immediately turning toward the closest window. What he saw outside sent dreadful shivers down his spine. The sky above them was a sea of dark clouds, extending as far as the eye could see, blanketing the entire city, so dense, so compact no light could get through. The storm was right upon them, rumbling and cracking, white flashes of light bursting from gaps between the thick clouds casting large shadows over the city, strong wind howled between buildings, gusting in the empty streets, tossing away anything that wasn’t firmly planted into the ground. His body quaked as a new, louder, more powerful thunderous rumble echoed in the quiet room. This one was a big one and he could sense it, hopefully it would just pass by without causing any damage, but judging by the looks of the clouds gathering above this outcome was getting less likely to occur with each passing second.

“Damn I’m not doing this mission again!” huffed Lyam, breathing a sigh of relief. “Agreed.” Approved Nick, leaning back against the couc, “Let’s find something more fun and less frustrating to do.” He suggested, checking all nearby activities. “Good idea, I need some stress relief after this… wait who turned off the lights?” enquired Lyam, his snout peaking up, his intrigued amber eyes scanning the dark room around them. “Yeah it’s getting quite dark in here.” Confirmed Nick, noticing the shadows enveloping them. “Is it night already?” wondered Lyam, curious. “No there’s just a storm passing through.” Explained Dereck, as reassuringly as possible, concealing his own growing worry. “A storm?!” squeaked Lyam, terror flashing in his eyes right as lightning streaked the dark skies. Dereck could see the genuine fear in the dragon’s eyes, nervously glancing outside, fearing the worst. Even Nick seemed concerned, scrutinizing the outside with a worried look tensing his traits. He could very well relate to their fears, the storms were always a constant reminder that mother nature could, at any time, crush them all to death in it’s unstoppable fury, wipe the slate clean in mere minutes and start again from the ground up, as it had done many times in the past. However he knew that, even though he was just as nervous as them, he had to make sure they didn’t succumb to panic that was creeping over them.

Taking a deep inspiration he let out, in the most comforting tone he could manage. “Don’t worry guys, I know it’s scary but this one is supposed to go over our heads without causing any damage. Besides, even if it did begin to rain or anything we have security measures in place to prevent anything bad from happening.” “That’s good… good new…” mumbled Lyam, gulping down in apprehension. “Doesn’t look to me like it’s simply passing through.” Grunted Nick, not as easily convinced. “Yeah those storms are still very unpredictable forces of nature but the weather forecasts said we should be good.” Reassured Dereck, lying to himself as well as to the two aliens. “If you say so.” Sighed Nick, lips pinched in suspicion. “Let me turn the lights on, that should help.” Suggested Dereck, immediately rushing toward the light switch, almost falling when his foot hit something lying on the floor. A bright, reassuring yellowish glow flooded the room, contrasting with the darkness swallowing the world outside. “Much better…” sighed Dereck in relief, soon joined by Lyam. Nick however seemed to still be a bit concerned, glaring at the menacing clouds rolling outside. “Anyway, what do you want to…”

Before he could finish his sentence a bright flash of light flooded the room, blinding them for a brief moment as lightning streaked across the skies, followed the next instant by the thundering roar of thunder, so loud, so powerful that even the ground and walls beneath them shook. The lights flickered, before turning off altogether, the storm constantly rumbling outside, strong gusts of wind pummeling the building from all sides, lightning  flying in all direction, lightning flying through the air, falling down somewhere out of sight, heavy rain cascading down onto them. Dereck’s eyes fluttered, trying to adjust to the sudden change of lighting, blinded each time lightning tore the dark skies apart, flooding the room in an intense but brief surge of white light, casting large shadows over the walls and floors. It took him time to realize that, not only the lights had turned off unexpectedly but the power to his apartment had died altogether, the TV screen gone dark dead, the loud cacophony of sounds blaring from the speakers replaced by a thick, heavy, bone-chilling silence. “Supposed to go through without causing any damaged.” Commented Nick mockingly, although fear transpired in his tone. “Did it hit somewhere?” enquired Lyam, shaking nervously, his glowing amber eyes darting in all direction in sheer panic. “No, no, the power must have just went out.” Reassured Dereck, hiding his own worry as best as he could, a cold sweat already trickling down his spine, “I’ll… I’ll go check the breakers.”

Luckily for him, being near to the light switch meant he was also in the vicinity of the fuse box, tucked away in a small compartment near to the entrance. Using the blinking flashes of light from the raging storm outside as his only source of light he padded, poking and probing around until he found the access to the small concealed compartment. Inside stood a small white box fitted with a barely readable screen, breakers and fuses, some lights and a bunch of wires coming to and from the device. Worryingly enough all the small diodes standing atop each breaker, usually radiating a slight greenish hue, were all turned off, the screen like frozen, not displaying any relevant information. Curious he flipped the switches nonetheless, hoping to get some kind of reaction. Yet nothing happened, the room remaining desperately black and quiet. It could only mean one thing, something he didn’t like at all.

“So, are you getting something out of those?” interrogated Nick, glancing in his general direction. “No, it looks like the main power failed.” Grumbled Dereck, pulling his head out of the compartment, sneezing from all the dust tickling his sensitive nose. “What does it mean?” squeaked Lyam, clearly uneasy with the whole situation. “It means I’ll have to check the main breaker in the basement.” Grumbled Dereck, not thrilled by the prospect of venturing in the dark, damp, sometime creepy basement of the building. “Can’t you wait for… I don’t know… a neighbor to do it?” suggested Lyam. “I could, but… let’s just say that’s it’s not a place many people want to go to.” Sighed Dereck, shuddering at the mere thought of the basement, recalling the many this place had terrified him. He walked, slowly, cautiously, the tempest raging outside making it difficult to see as he tried to make his way to the kitchen where he kept his supplies for this kind of situation. Suddenly however he halted, his eyes wandering away out the window for a second, showing him a sight to behold, a vision that made his fear skyrocket to new heights. What was displayed before him was a rare scene, something out of horror movies or old reports, something he had unfortunately witnessed a few times in his life. Before his very eyes the city was dark, plunged in the same impenetrable obscurity, not a light shining in the neighboring building, not even a single light in the street below. Downpours of dense, heavy rain were hammering the city, forming rivers that flowed in the street, cascading along the facades of every building, only to disappear in the sewer grates. Nevertheless there were still some illuminated zones, including the hospital to which his gaze immediately rushed forward, discovering a real beacon of reassuring light in the distance, giving him a clear picture of what was going on.

“Well, no need to go to the basement.” He let out, delighted to not have to undertake the bone-chilling journey to the basement. “Why that?” asked Nick, perplexed. “The whole city is in the dark.” He casually answered, making his way back to the couch, leaning on it. “Why do you sound so relaxed then?” enquired Lyam, still antsy. “Well, because it’s all normal.” explained Dereck, “They have diverted all available power to important places such as hospitals and defenses to ensure we can withstand this storm.” “So… it’s… it’s normal… then?” Stammered Lyam, unsure. “Kind of, it’s something I’ve already seen a few times but it’s still a bit dangerous, we’ll have to keep an eye out if we need to evacuate.” “Hold on… is… is the same thing that happened in this city…” squealed Lyam, mortified. “What? No, no, not at all, we’ve learned from our mistakes, we should be perfectly safe in here.” Declared Dereck, trying his best to calm the terrified dragon, “see, the defense grid is still up and running at max power,” he explained, pointing at the thick mesh of energy blanketing the city, “water drainage is doing its thing and we even have lightning strike protections.” He continued, pointing at different things that were visible from the nearest window, right as a powerful burst of lightning struck a tall metal pole, “And it cases it goes south, we have emergency protocols in place to evacuate everyone through safe routes.” “Oh… so… that’s…. rather… normal I guess…” stuttered Lyam, shaking from head to toe, still nervously glancing outside. “Exactly!” confirmed Dereck in the same reassuring tone. “Well then, what do we do now?” questioned Nick, settling comfortably in the couch. “We just have to wait until the power comes back.” Casually responded the wolf, sitting on the edge of the couch. “How long does it usually takes?” asked Nick, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Depends really, can be a few minutes at best or longer.” “How long?” “I’d say a few hours but… if we are unlucky it could last for a day.” “A day!” yelped Lyam in disbelief. “Hey it’s not the worst I’ve seen.” Exclaimed Dereck. “Oh really?” let out Nick, raising a quizzical eyebrow that was barely visible in the pitch black room. “Yeah, the longest one I’ve personally experienced took two whole days to clear.” “I hope this one doesn’t take that long to clear.” Sighed Lyam, already looking bored.

A heavy silence fell on the room only disturbed by the rumbling of the hurricane like storm pounding them, the wind screaming at them as it blew over the building, lightning crackling and falling down all around them, bathing the city in a blinding light for mere seconds at a time. They all sat there, waiting as seconds, then minutes ticked by, silently hoping the power would come back on so they could resume what they were doing, Nick slowly fondling Lyam’s neck, earning low, grateful coos in return. Sadly nothing happened, leaving them waiting, wondering what to do, exchanging questioning glances, curious to see who would be the first one to speak up. A heavy sigh of pure boredom broke the silence, followed by a low annoyed growl, Lyam resting his snout on one of the armrests, pondering his options. “So… what do we do now?” he asked after about five minutes of silence. “I don’t know, there’s nothing more to do than wait and see.” Let out Dereck, feeling boredom already crawling over him, “You can do whatever you want until then I guess.” “Oh… OK…” mumbled Lyam, disappointedly, “I had hoped you had something to do to kill time. Actually, what do you do in these kinds of moment?” “Sorry, usually I don’t have anybody home when a storm hits, in most case I just spend the time reading a book or, if internet is still on I’d look at some videos, or do some workout, anything to not get too bored really.” “That makes sense.” Admitted Lyam, perplexed, “But don’t you have something in case you have friends at home? I’m not tying to force you it’s just… we were having so much fun, it kinda sad to stop like this.” Let out Lyam sporting the most adorable, irresistible of sad faces. “Well… I must have a few card games and board games laying around somewhere.” Hesitantly let out Dereck after a moment to collect his thought. “That could be fun!” happily chirped Lyam, “What do you think Nick?” “Sounds good to me, been ages since I played any card game though.” “Same here.” Responded Dereck. “I’ve never played any so we should be at the same level.” Added Lyam.

Dereck smirked, astonished by the unexpected turn of events and made his way to the kitchen where he grabbed his stash of flashlights and candles he kept for such situations and brought them back to the living room. Once everything was set up he headed to his room, quickly locating his card games, although he was unable to find his board games. On his way back he stopped next to the window; the storm showed no sign of weakening, still as strong as before, the forest that could be made out in the distance in a wild frenzy, smashing against the protective shield, empowered by the life giving waters that streamed down from the skies. Around the table Nick and Lyam were already waiting, chatting among themselves, impatient for him to join them, which he did. After some discussion they agreed on a game that resembled poker, Dereck shuffling the cards before distributing them accordingly to the three of them. The first rounds were a bit odd, confused, filled with doubts and uncertainties, questions and disagreements but overall it was quite fun, everyone enjoying their times. After a few games they were all getting the hang of it, Nick and Dereck quickly recovering their gaming habits while Lyam proved to quickly adjust to the game, rapidly becoming hard to beat, able to predict basically anything. Some time they even wondered if he wasn’t cheating in a way but Lyam was quick to deny, brushing it off as his brain working very rapidly when it came to math and numbers, making it easy, maybe too easy for him to play this game. As frustrating as it was to get their ass kicked by the cocky dragon they were still enjoying their time, unaware of the time flying by, too absorbed by their game to care, loud bursts of laughter, cries of victory and annoyed grumbles and complains of defeat intertwining to form a cacophony of shouting and growls that wouldn’t have made any sense to anyone hearing them.

“Damn it! Can’t believe I lost again, I’m sure I had you this time.” grumbled Nick, falling back into his chair, glaring angrily at Lyam who only giggled in pride and satisfaction. “Better luck next time.” Chirped Lyam, dropping an affectionate lick on his mate’s cheek. “I’m not gonna lie I’m… I’m impressed…” admitted Dereck, “I never imagined you’d be so good at it.” “Told you, my brain just… works this way, sciences and math are pretty easy for me, I guess it make sense they programmed me this way since I was supposed to help the scientists.” Chuckled Lyam, puffing up his chest in pride. “Quit bragging, I’m gonna beat your ass into a pulp, just watch me.” Grunted Nick in frustration and held back anger. “Oh I can’t wait to see you try.” Teasingly provoked the dragon in return, waving his hips invitingly. “Not in that way you horny lizard!” shouted Nick, throwing Lyam a disapproving glance while smiling wryly, unphased by the dragon’s behavior. Lyam giggled and nuzzled his mate affectionately, planting a small kiss on his cheeks before murmuring, “Better luck next time.” “You’ll get what’s coming to you, you cocky lizard brain.” “We shall see,” provokingly snorted Lyam, casting the human a broad, malicious smile, “but before that, how about we raise the stakes a little.”

His words casted a heavy, bone-chilling silence on the group, causing both humans and wolfs to shiver and squirm uncomfortably, their fur and hairs standing in concern, the two becoming quieter than tombs, their expressions shifting, loosing all happiness, becoming a cold mask of disapproval, their gazes homed on Lyam, intensely staring in a judgmental mix of disappointment and dismay. “Hey… why… why are you looking at me like this?” he squawked, taking a step back, his tail hanging low to the ground as did his snout. “You really need me to explain it to you.” Growled Nick. “On that I agree…” hissed Dereck on the same suspicious tone. “What!? I said nothing?” yelped Lyam in protest. “Oh really, is that so?” chuckled Dereck, on edge. “You guys need to chill out a little, I was just about to offer something fun.” “We don’t have the same definition of fun.” They snarled in union, without even noticing it. “Hear me out before you start judging me!” roared Lyam in return, on the defensive. “Fine…” sighed Nick, keeping a cautious eye on him. “This game usually has bets, right?” he asked nervously. “Normally yes but…” “Well, since we have nothing to bed I was going to suggest we find something else.” “What do you have in mind?” enquired Dereck, not particularly swayed by the idea but intrigued nevertheless. “I don’t know, could be something like the winner giving challenges or such to the losers, it can be anything really.” “Kind of like a truth or dare game?” Questioned Nick. Lyam vigorously nodded in approval, eyes sparkling with hope. “And since we keep getting our asses kicked by you, you’d be doing a lot of it.” Continued Nick. “And knowing you, well… you know…” ended Dereck, squirming in discomfort, made very antsy by the unfolding situation. “You guys need to get your brain checked some day!” exclaimed Lyam, vigorously denying the accusations, “I’m just offering a bit of fun, nothing less, nothing lewd either, I promise.”

Nick and Dereck exchanged a puzzled glance, raising a quizzical eyebrow at one another, wanting to know the other’s opinion, unsure if they should accept. “Can’t… can’t hurt to try I guess.” Shyly suggested the wolf, trying to prevent his tail from wagging too much, a part of him being quite eager to see what would come out of it. “We can always stop if it gets too weird.” Added Nick. With that said the trio sat around the table for the next round, tension rising up a notch, none of them wanting to find themselves on the loosing end this time, afraid of what the devious dragon had in mind. The air was electric, heavy, tensed, the three of them furtively glancing at each other, mentally praying to have been delt the best hand. “Damn it!” shouted Lyam as the last round came to a close. Unbelievably it was Dereck who had won this round the wolf barely containing his joy as he stared at his cards in a mix of utter astonishment and disbelief. “I can’t believe it…” he let out. “I can’t believe it; I thought I had the best hand.” Rambled Lyam. “That’s what you get for getting too cocky.” Chuckled Nick, scrutinizing Lyam to see if it wasn’t part of his plan but, surprisingly it seemed to be genuine, the dragon looking sincerely frustrated from the loss. “Alright, then I guess I get to choose what you two will do right?” “That’s how it works.” Chirped Lyam in approval, still excited despite his loss. “In that case, truth or dare?” enquired the wolf slyly. “Let’s go for truth.” Offered Lyam. “Fine by me.” Approved Nick.

Dereck nodded, remaining silent however, his traits twisting and lips twitching, frowning thoughtfully, his eyes unfocused, staring at the table without seeing it, the wolf loosing himself in his thought, trying to come up with ideas, his grimacing face telling that he was struggling. “Fuck it I have no idea.” He grumbled after a long moment of quietness. “Come on, you must have something on your mind?” interrogated Lyam. “I do have a few ideas...” admitted Dereck, a red hue covering his cheeks, “but they’re all stupid.” “Can’t hurt to ask them now, you’ll find better ones later.” Encouraged Lyam. “Alright, I’m not gonna be original or anything so don’t complain.” Warned Dereck, taking a long, deep breath. “It’s fine, go ahead.” Pushed Lyam, tapping the table in anticipation. “Alright… here goes… who’s the first person you kissed…? I warned you it was bad.” Muttered the wolf in a barely audible whisper. Silence followed, disturbed only by low chuckles and sniggers coming from Nick while Lyam seemed much more embarrassed, avoiding direct eye contact, his black scales adopting a reddish taint. “So, what’s your answer?” enquired Dereck, quite proud of himself for making the cocky, teasing dragon quiet for once. “Well… he… he is around the table right now.” He stammered, slowly turning his snout toward Nick, the human answering with the same gesture, their lips closing in and meeting in a deep, loving kiss. “That’s really adorable.” Commented Dereck, softened, almost melting from the simple, genuine display of love, “Wait does it mean it’s your first… your first r-relationship.” He gasped, struck by the realization he had nearly missed. “Yes, and I wouldn’t trade it for all the gold and knowledge of the world.” Cooed Lyam, a large grin illuminating his face, or was it the golden part of his body glowing brighter all of a sudden? “And you Nick?” “Depends on what you mean, if you mean who’s the first clone I kissed well than it’s this handsome tease right next to me.” Retorted Nick with a wry grin, patting Lyam’s head softly, “But if you mean in general, I think the first person I kissed was a girl in secondary school, can’t remember her name though. However if you mean the first loving kiss I think it was with a guy named Gerard I think…” “Wow, quite a list of successes.” Whistled Dereck, impressed, to which Nick only shrugged, as if it was nothing crazy.

“Alright, let’s get back to it shall we? I have to put you back in your place.” Exclaimed Lyam, bringing the focus back to the game waiting for them. The next round went very differently from the previous, Lyam scoring a rather easy win. “Alright that’s more like it!” he triumphantly roared, “Now it’s my turn to ask embarrassing questions.” He added, eyes glimmering with joy. “Must I remind you that you suggested those rules.” Snorted Nick, quite displeased to have lost once again. “Whatever now let’s see…” Lyam let his gaze wander, observing each of them in turn, his glowing eyes causing them to shiver in anticipation of what devious ploy this naughty beast had crafted for them. Yet Lyam seemed a bit perplexed, a bit unsure, his eyes going from left to right as if he was reading a book or going over pictures. “This is much harder than I had anticipated.” He admitted after a long moment of hesitation, “I have one question in mind but that might be… too much…” he let out, looking at Nick, seemingly asking for his approval. “You know what, go ahead.” Sighed Nick, leaning back, awaiting the question. “In that case, what is the most embarrassing moment in your life?” “Oh wow… I can think of a few… but the most embarrassing one… that’s hard to choose.” Mumbled Dereck, blushing as memories flashed before his eyes. “I know mine already.” Casually let out Nick, “that was back during initial training when I joined the army, I was in my bunks and when I woke up I realized that all my clothes were gone and of course nobody in the barracks knew where they were. Turns out some dickhead thought it would be fun to steal some clothes while we were sleeping and slip out at night where he left our clothes on the firing range.” “Our clothes?” repeated Lyam, intrigued. “Yeah he did that to four of us, so we had to go pick them up before the drill sergeant came for us while it was cold and raining outside. I slept naked back then so I didn’t have much to cover myself and… let’s say that there were many people watching four naked guys running in the open to go pick up their clothes.” Let out Nick, giggling when he recalled all those memories, reminding them quite fondly now, though it hadn’t always been the case. “Yeah, that must have been very embarrassing.” Approved Dereck, hiding his own laughter as best as he could, behaving himself as best as he could though the idea of the naked human awoke a very specific part of him.

“And you Dereck, have you found it?” asked Lyam, still smiling amusingly from what Nick had told them. “Yeah… I think I do…” he sighed, taking a deep breath to prepare himself. “It was… give or take about seven years ago, I had just finished my studies and training camp and I had just received my first assignment. I was a private first class back then, so it wasn’t the best time in my life, the job was rather boring, and I wasn’t making much, so a few friends and I got a… side job if you wish.” He explained, halting after the last few words, unsure if he should continue or not. “Oh I think I see where that is going…” chuckled Lyam, “that side job of yours got you in a heap of troubles right?” “You bet it did.” “What was it, you were a stripper or something like that?” enquired Nick, quite interested. “I wish it was that but no… what my friends and I did was we recorded some porn and sold it, we were making quite a bit of money from it and to be honest we didn’t care if someone recognized us, we already did some stuff in public so that wasn’t like it would stop us. Little did we know how well it would work, some people at the base started to recognize me and that got me into some… very sticky situations… but it’s not even the worst part.” “What someone from your family found out?” snickered Lyam, making Dereck’s eyes bulge out in shock. “How do you know?” “Just a lucky guess.” Replied Lyam, as shocked as the wolf was. “But yeah… we were right in the middle of filming in my parent’s home; it was pretty big so we ended up recording a lot of stuff in it. Anyways, we were in the middle of some very heated stuff when my mother barged in because she heard screams and thought something wrong was happening.” “I can imagine the scene.” Giggled Lyam with dreamy eyes. “No… I think you can’t…” muttered Dereck. “Oh really, tell us then?” retorted Lyam. “I don’t know if I can…” hesitated Dereck, turning to Nick, not knowing what to say or think, parts of him wanting to keep it to himself, others more than willing to spill it all out. “Go ahead, you’ve said way too much to stop now, we’re both suspended to your lips.” Replied Nick, pushing him down a slope he wasn’t expecting from the human.

“Well I was tied to a bed with a ball gag in my mouth with well… a guy fucking me and another one… riding me and… I think there was a guy jerking off somewhere… actually nevermind, even the guy behind the camera was pawing off.” He sighed, recollecting his memories, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, his face so hot he began to sweat. “And your mother stumbled upon that? Damn that must have been quite a scene!” squeaked Lyam, bursting into laughter, his mind racing at full steam after being fed so many information. “You have no idea…” mumbled Dereck, ears lowered in shame. “I bet that put an end to your little porn adventure.” Let out Nick, smiling but not mockingly, his emotion hard to decipher. “Actually not, in fact it continued for a bit, we just had to find a new filming set, what put an end to it was when I was reassigned a month later.” “That must have sucked.” Commented Lyam. “A bit but we all moved on from this.” “I wonder where those videos are now, would be fun to see what shenanigans you were getting up to back then.” Whispered Lyam dreamily, thinking out loud, “Oh wait… did I say that out loud?” “Can’t you refrain from thinking with your dick for more than a minute.” Rumbled Nick, glaring at the dragon whose snout was now flushed red with embarrassment. “It’s fine Nick, I was expecting that kind of question.” Reassured Dereck, “And to answer your question Lyam those videos are still online, unless the website got shut down, but I should have the original tapes somewhere. But before you ask, no I will not show you.”

Lyam looked disappointed but didn’t dare to pry more, showing surprising respect and understanding in regard to the wolf’s decision, his curiosity settled, for now at least. With these first questions out of the way they resumed playing, feeling more confident, less tense, less nervous, much better after having learned some embarrassing stories on each other. Rounds came and went one after the other, ending with the usual choice between truth or dare. Whatever their decision was it was a great source of shame, anxiety, laughter and embarrassment, the questions almost always silly but more often than not nailing sensitive topics for them. The challenges however were sillier, more fun in a way, although they all seemed very eager to torture and tease each other. Lyam was the most devious in that regard, always finding the perfect way to make them uneasy; however now they managed to beat him more often so they could give him a taste of his own medicine. Seeing how easily the dragon seemed to make mistakes now had them wondering a little, was he honestly losing, perhaps becoming overconfident in his own abilities, maybe not fully focused on the game like he was before or was he making it up so they could enjoy it, they couldn’t really tell and that was highly frustrating for both him and Nick. Nevertheless, they continued playing, not missing out on the opportunity to torment the naughty dragon, the three of them bursting into unstoppable, mad laughter each time.

Dereck couldn’t be happier, on one end he was having a great time, laughing so much it hurt, this moment bringing so much warmth and joy to his heart, one of few precious moment of genuine, simple happiness he hadn’t had in a very long time. Meanwhile on the other end he was collecting more info, gathering so many tidbits of details, finding out so much in so little time with more efficiency than the military could hope to achieve with their best interrogation methods. Unfortunately, with nothing to record all of this except his memory he had to listen very carefully and rely on his brain to store all these information, hoping he would remember the better part of it afterward. He regretted not having a microphone or any kind of recorder on him but he knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that Lyam would have made quick work of it. Yet even with this minor setback he was learning more than enough to make up for it, seeing this game for what it truly was, beyond the thrilling fun time he was having, the best opportunity he had to gather intel. Beside that he had to admit he was having a blast, usually storms were quite a bore to wait through but this one was different, time flying by so quickly that it felt like an eternity passed by every time he blinked his eyes, laughing more than he had ever done in the past few months. Outside the weather was still unleashing all its fury at them, showering the city in rain and hail, washing buildings under waves of the strongest winds while lightning slashed across the skies in all directions, slamming in the ground all around them as thunder roared high in the cloud, but they couldn’t care less, too busy enjoying themselves to mind the furious hurricane happening on the other side of the window.

Without even realizing it they had been playing for almost two hours in a row, only stopping to take bathroom breaks, Dereck feeling so confident, so at ease with the two aliens that he broke one of his own personal rules and, when he got up to grab some new drinks from the fridge offered his two guests something a bit spicier. Lyam politely declined, only agreeing to take a sip from Nick’s drink to give it a try, his human more than rejoiced by the new. So he came back with two beer-like beverages in glass bottles, nothing too strong, just enough alcohol to have fun. Lyam, as promised took a sip, grimacing from the taste, apparently not liking the flavor, snarling while the taste stuck to his tongue. Seeing this reaction made them giggle quite a bit while the dragon cringed and spat in disgust, tongue sticking out in a strange but hilarious way. After the first round of drinks was done a second came, then a third, maybe even a fourth, they didn’t know, having lost count by that time.

Unaware to them the alcohol was having a bit more effect than anticipated on them, making their minds slightly fuzzy, their thoughts loosing in coherence but not by much. The biggest effect it had was to reduce their inhibitions, making them more willing to accept some of the dragon’s more daring and lewd challenges. Lyam, having quickly picked up on this change in their behavior took full advantage of it, asking increasingly intimate questions and demanding bolder, more daring challenges of them, to which they all complied where, under normal circumstances they would have categorically refused. It also worked the other way around, the two males speaking more openly, without restraints, their tongue loosened by the alcohol starting to cloud their mind.

One of the most embarrassing dares Lyam had devised for them was to have the two males kiss. At first, despite their slightly drunken state they refused, even more when the dragon made it clear it wasn’t just a quick, furtive kiss yet, in the end they ended up accepting, standing up face to face, mere centimeters away, staring in each other’s eyes, hoping the other would dare to do the first move. It was Nick who broke the intense, silent debate going on between them, closing the gap before boldly pressing his lips against the wolf’s own. Dereck tensed, staggering back, traversed by a powerful tremor of excitement and surprise, shivering from the unexpected yet delightful contact of those warm lips against his own. Instinctively his paws wrapped around Nick, pulling him close, the human mimicking the gesture resting his own hands on the wolf’s flanks. In a matter of seconds they were firmly pressed together, their bodies rocking and rubbing sensually, fur and skin tickling each other in a more than arousing way. Dereck couldn’t believe it was happening, trembling from head to toe, adoring the contact of the furless skin against his own lush hide, those soft warm lips locked with his own, his paws acting with a mind of their own, daringly trailing down the human’s sides, exploring this unknown frame for the first time, shuddering from his own boldness. Before long they were doing more than kissing, heads tilted to the side, jaws locked, their tongues venturing in the other’s maw, caressing, poking and dancing in their joined oral cavity while their saliva mixed, collecting at the corner of their mouths. Heat surged inside him, burning in his veins lime molten lava, filling him with a raw, carnal, untamed need, the heat traveling down his body, collecting at a specific part of his anatomy.

When they finally parted, panting and gasping for breath, trembling like leaves in the breeze, astonished by what they had just done. Unbeknown to them their kiss had lasted for over a minute, a time during which Lyam had keenly observed the events as they unfolded with a proud smile plastered across his face, his eyes shimmering with malice, his tail swaying excitedly from side to side in anticipation for what was coming, as it was only a small step in the right direction. Dereck was saddened that it had to come to an end, Nick seemingly feeling the same as indicated by the sliver of disappointment darkening his eyes, or perhaps it was just his drunken brain interpreting things. They sat back at the table and resumed playing, Dereck finding himself on the loosing end more often, not being focused on the game anymore, instead going over that amazing, almost magical moment, his body still shaken by it, his mouth still full with the lingering flavor of the human, his paws still itching, as if they were still feeling his soft skin under his pads. He couldn’t get it out of his head anymore, this very imaged, carved in his mind, feeding his growing desire, making it too big, and too hard to ignore or conceal.

“Alright, so what is it gonna be this time? Truth or dare?” chuckled Lyam after another, quite humiliating victory. “You know what, I’m tired of answering your questions, so let’s go for dare.” sighed Nick, eyes rolling back in disbelief, “What do you say Dereck.” “Oh… err… what?” stammered Dereck, abruptly emerging from his reveries, “oh… yes… dare sounds good to me.” he added with an uncertain voice. “Then I have the perfect thing in mind for both of you…” snickered the devious dragon, tossing them both a toothy grin. “Oh god I’m not liking this…” grunted Nick, tensing in preparation. “Trust me you’re gonna like it.” chuckled Lyam, “How about you… both remove your shirts.”

Dereck froze, jaw dropping on a blank cry of surprise, eyes bulging wide in horror although a specific part of him was more than eager to get all those pesky clothes off. Nick frowned, glaring at Lyam in disapproval, lips twisting in an angry snarl as he spoke, “God fucking damn it I was seeing it coming for miles away.” He grumbled, looking at the ceiling with a tired, unsurprised face, clearly expecting it. “Come on Nick, it doesn’t involve much, I just want you to get a bit more… comfortable.” cooed Lyam in an inviting way, “Don’t you feel hot and uncomfortable in all those clothes?”

Nick, as well as Dereck had to admit that it was getting unbearably hot in the room the stormy weather had brought with it a damp, heavy heat that weighed down on them, and with the ventilation now dead due to the outage, the room was becoming a real furnace. Yet, despite the discomfort he was still weary, uncertain about getting further in the dragon’s games although he had agreed to it. Dereck was equally unsure, a part of him wanting to, both for comfort and for the sake of the game to comply while another was reluctant, doing all it could to stop him from doing something reckless, something that could get in him more trouble than he'd like. Yet the scorching heat of the room was making his choice easier for him, leaving him leaning toward the first option. “I have to say it’s really getting hot in here.” admitted Nick reluctantly, “Besides it’s not like I had much of a choice anyway.” “To be honest I was going to remove it anyway.” approved Dereck, “so let’s get to it.”

Nick nodded, watching the wolf while he began removing his shirt, trembling uncontrollably as inch after inch of his furry belly and chest were exposed, his muscles clearly defined beneath the thick coat of black fur. After a second of hesitation, he did the same, slowly taking off his shirt, delighted to be out of this sweat soaked rag, shivering in delight at the soft caress of slightly cooler air on his skin. Before long the two men were standing there, exposed before the feisty gaze of the dragon ravenously devouring them, meticulously going over all their features, causing them both to tremble in discomfort. “So, don’t you feel better already?” purred Lyam mischievously, enjoying the view. “I have to admit you are right.” grunted Nick, furtively glancing toward the wolf, only to spot him doing the same thing. “I’m… kinda feeling better.” admitted Dereck with more caution, still nervous about being without clothes around the two aliens. “Great, now about we… change the rules a little…” “Let me guess, you’re gonna make us get rid of all our clothes whenever we lose.” interrupted Nick in a wry, knowing tone, “You’re not very subtle Lyam, you know that right?” “Not quite.” objected Lyam, “What I had in mind was… more subtle as you put it.” retorted the dragon, undisturbed, “I was going to suggest we had a new… category from which to choose.” “Oh, so either, truth, dare or remove a piece of clothes, right?” questioned Dereck. “Precisely, but with a little twist to it.” chirped Lyam in approval, “If you refuse the other challenge you are given you have to get rid of some clothes.” “What you want to turn this into some sort of strip poker?” gasped Nick.

Yet, to Dereck’s surprise he quickly noticed that Nick wasn’t as shocked as he had expected, in fact the human was smiling, as if recalling a fond memory. “You don’t sound too… surprised…” noted the wolf, growing increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. “Well, I am but that brought back some old memories.” “Wait have you already done this?” exclaimed Dereck astonished. “Yeah but that was a long time ago, back at university in fact.” Let out Nick, chuckling amusingly, “It was pretty fun though I was pretty drunk too.” Lyam smirked at his mate’s words, eyes sparkling with interest. “I’ve never done such thing…” let out Dereck embarrassedly. “Me neither, but there’s always a first to everything.” replied Lyam tantalizingly, “So what do you say?” “It sounds all well and good but I think you forgot something in that big brain of yours.” interjected Nick, resting a finger on Lyam’s snout. “Oh really?” “You don’t wear any clothes silly so how do you plan on participating?” “That’s a valid point.” confirmed the wolf, relieved to have someone with enough common sense to see the glaring issue in Lyam’s plot. “That’s not a problem.” Calmly retorted the dragon. “That’s right we could always find some clothes for you too.” sniggered Nick tauntingly. “In your dreams!” barked the dragon, glaring defiantly at the man right beside him, “I had something more practical in mind.” “Which is?” “I could help whoever has to take off some clothes.”

This proposal left Dereck speechless, boggled, petrified in a strange mix of horror and arousal, bot wanting to see what the dragon meant and aching to keep his distances from the lustful male. Nick seemed a bit doubtful too, not surprised, but rather hesitant on if he should approve his mate’s suggestion, glancing back and forth between Lyam and him. With a long, drawn out sigh he let out, “I don’t really know, is it ok for you Dereck?” “Well… I… I… guess it can’t hurt to try…” stammered the wolf anxiously, puzzled by the fact that Nick who so far had been the one holding Lyam’s raging lust at bay appeared very easily persuaded, too easily maybe. This turn of events seemed too good to be true, as if they had been orchestrating it all from the start, even Nick’s usual outbursts of anger toward his naughty mate seemed exaggerated, sounding fake even. Was he part of it? Were they planning something? Was it all a part of a bigger, more elaborate scheme to get him in their bed? In a way, as terrified as that idea was, he was in a way eager to see where this would lead him, aroused beyond reason by the fact both looked willing to have some fun with him.

“Alright, now that this is out of the way, how about we try those new rules?” suggested Lyam, bursting with impatience. They all agreed, although Dereck caught a whiff of a strong, familiar spicy fragrance floating in the damp air of the room. Was Lyam already aroused? Had he guessed right? Before he could get an answer to his questions the game continued, round after round. At first they avoided the new rules as best as they could although Lyam seemed very keen on pushing them down that slippery slope. There were other very shameful challenges and embarrassing questions of course, including one where he had to kiss Lyam. Luckily for him, even though he was mortified by the idea of getting anywhere close to the dragon that had caused so much turmoil inside him, it turned out to be a very pleasant experience in the end, the feral creature proving to be impressively skilled with his tongue.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t avoid the part that worried him forever, finding himself with no choice but to accept to lose some more clothes. To make matters worse, in a way, it was with Lyam, the horny male very excited to help him, almost jumping on him. Yet he was in for another, big surprise, Lyam revealing to have an astonishing self-control, taking things slowly, caressing him in a very sensual and intimate way, impressively easily getting him to relax. Moreover, the clearly aroused dragon didn’t aim for his pants although he had definitely spotted the large bulge tenting them, instead removing his socks, taking the time to play with his paws before finally letting go of him. When he was done Dereck had been left shuddering and panting, his boxers so wet and warm, so strained by his bloated members that it felt like he would soon rip them apart. Never in his wildest dreams and fantasies had he expected the dragon to be so good with just his paws and tongue, making a moaning mess out of him with just a few well-placed caresses.

And so, it continued, the thick, intoxicating scent of arousal filling the room, impregnating each cubic centimeter of hot air in the room, making their nose twitch and their head spin, sending heated waves of desire down their spine, fueling each of their growing needs. By that point both Nick and Dereck had lost their pants, only wearing their underwear, the fabric barely hiding anything, struggling to contain their hard spires, Dereck’s one so drenched in his own pre it was clear to anyone how hard he was. Even Lyam was excited, his large member proudly standing in the open, thankfully mostly hidden by the lack of light. But there was no way to ignore the potent, spick musk radiating from it, clouding their minds a bit more with each inhale they took in that contaminated air. Still, a part of their mind was still fully awake, tugging at each of them, asking them if that was what they wanted, questioning if whether they should carry on or stop while there was still time, fearing what might come out of this moment. Even Lyam was now second guessing himself, staring intensely at the two almost naked guys before him, craving for them both but also afraid to indulge in his fantasies, not wanting to strain or break his relationship.

Yet despite their mounting dread and apprehension the game went on, round after round, victory after defeat, questions after increasingly lewd dares, the three of them wanting to stop and to give in at the same time. Dereck was especially perplexed, on one end wanting it and fully aware that he had to do it for the sake of his mission, but on the other end eager to stop it right there before they went too far, afraid of what would come out of it, not wanting to damage the alien’s relationship more or to get into a new sticky situation. However he didn’t dare to voice his concerns, nor did the others, continuing as if nothing was wrong, as if nothing bothered them, itching in a confusing mix of arousal, anticipation, fear and doubt.

“Damn this was a close call…” sighed Lyam, almost moaning those few words, shivering in relief and arousal. “I can’t believe it, I almost had you this time!” ranted Nick, “You must be cheating!” “Not at all, just got really lucky there.” Mumbled Lyam, not hiding his happiness. “Fuck it, what devious stuff do you have in store for us now?” “That depends on… what you choose.” cooed Lyam teasingly, offering Nick a view that Dereck couldn’t see even though it was pretty obvious what it was. “I have no idea.” grunted Nick, leaning back, thoughtfully looking at the ceiling. “I… I… don’t know either…” added Dereck, squirming uncomfortably, itching to get rid of his last remaining piece of clothing. “How about we get rid of those?” huffed Nick, pointing down at his own boxers on which a sizeable damp spot was steadily growing. “To be honest I… I wouldn’t mind that…” he murmured, so low it was hard to tell if he had really said it. “I guess that settles it then.” chirped Lyam, smiling toothily at them, eyes blazing with impatience.

The sentence had barely been spoken that Dereck’s paws already reached down, grabbing the elastic waistband, ready to pull it down, his body urging him to get rid of it, his throbbing members begging to be freed from their tight prison of fabric. But Nick seemed to have other plans in mind, instead of rushing like he did to get out of his underwear he got up, taking a few steps so he was in full view, the tented front of his boxers on a gorgeous display. Dereck stared at him with a silly, confused face, not understanding what the man wanted as he repeatedly, insistently waved at him. At last his lust-addled brain connected the dot, understanding what was demanded of him, slowly getting up and joining Nick in the middle, feeling the burning, wanting gaze of Lyam on his back. Once there, standing face to face with the human he reached down toward his underwear only to be stopped dead in his tracks by the human’s own, beating him there, clasping the elastic waistband in a firm grip. Puzzled he glanced up, meeting the human’s gaze, finding his eyes sparkling with malice, a broad grin floating on his lips, gesturing at him with his head to do the same. With trembling paws he obeyed, resting them on either side of the human’s boxer, cautiously grabbing the edge witn a certain uncertainty.

Nick wasn’t done however, suddenly and, with quite an impressive force pulling him toward him, causing him to stagger rather than walk. Before he could react or protest he was pressed against the other man, their respective bulges mashing together, skin and fur caressing softly, the contact so sudden, so unexpected yet so good that his members throbbed with renewed vigor, squirting precum at a quick pace, adding to the mess staining his boxers, some of it seeping through, spreading on the human’s underwear. He had to summon all his self-control, all his will to not moan out loud and cum on the spot, involuntarily tightening his grip around Nick’s underwear. Nick in return smirked understandingly, gently tugging down at the wolf’s boxers, encouraging him to do the same. Gulping down in apprehension, Dereck did as he was told, looking down to see both their underwear slowly going down, inch after inch, both of them shuddering in a mix of anticipation and hesitation, low growls filling the silence as Lyam watched them, probably pawing off to it but at this moment he didn’t care.

Their member sprang free of their boxers at almost exactly the same time, bobbing and pulsing in the air in the narrow gap separating them, Dereck’s twin knotted shafts squirting pre everywhere, raining some on Nick’s crotch while the human’s own dick, enveloped in it’s foreskin was oozing with pre, dripping along the underside of his length or falling down on the ground between them. Both shuddered as their member grazed each other, the smooth surface of Nick’s shaft meeting with the heated flesh of the wolf, spreading heat in every fiber of his member, making it throb with renewed eagerness. Dereck couldn’t peel his eyes away, mesmerized by the spectacle of their cocks touching and sliding against one another as their now useless boxers fell down to the ground at their feet, leaving them fully naked, a bit shy but very happy at the same time. Nick on his end was impressed, trembling from head to toe in arousal and amazement. He had caught a few glimpses of the wolf’s sizeable package in the past, even seeing them on full display once but being so close to them, having his own member touching those two knotted red rockets was a completely different story, the hardness of those two poles of turgid flesh was awe inspiring, the searing heat radiating from them appealing, the strong, wild, pungent musk flooding his nose, overwhelming his senses. Now that he had them so close he saw why Lyam lusted for those two meaty cocks, their shape, their scent maddeningly arousing, making it hard to resist the urge to touch them, to feel them, to play with them.

Cautiously Nick reached out with a trembling hand, Dereck too lost in his own raging lust to notice it until those soft fingers caressed one of his shafts, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. He tensed, trying to pull out yet his body remained deaf to his brain’s desperate calls, instead stepping closer to the human, narrowing the gap between them. His cry of surprise soon turned into an elated whimper of pleasure as the skilled hand trailed down his left cock, exploring, discovering every inch of it, from the pointy tip to the large knot adorning the base, smearing the pre he had been oozing out all over his length. Dereck, after a short but intense mental struggle decided to return the favor, wrapping his own paw around Nick’s maleness, quaking when he realized what he was doing. But it was too late, his paw was already stroking the human’s length at a slow pace, marveling at each and every detail, trembling in excitement as he did. Nick huffed in satisfaction, leaning against him as he returned the favor, matching his own pace, dexterously stroking and squeezing his cock, coaxing more pleasure, and much more pre out of him.

“Wow, calm down guys!” came a familiar, excited voice, “I know this is very hot to do and to watch but don’t get ahead of yourselves, we still have a game to finish…” he added in a mysterious tone that sent chills of dread and arousal down the wolf’s spine, causing his ears to perk up in a mix of worry and curiosity. “Yeah… you’re right…” sighed Nick, disappointment peaking in his voice as he let go of the wildly throbbing cock, stepping away, out of reach. “I… I guess so…” stammered Dereck, slowly emerging from the haze clouding his mind and vision, staggering toward the table with his two shafts bobbing and bouncing in the air in plain view. As he got closer he could clearly make out Lyam’s cock in the dim light, the dragon laying on his back on the couch, a claw caressing the hardened surface of his thick, ridged length, beads of pre collecting at the tip, making it more than obvious that the dragon had and was still enjoying what he saw.

“So… what… what do we… do now?” interrogated the wolf, squirming on his chair, fighting back the itch to touch himself, ignoring the pesky calls of his aching members to be pleasured. “That depends on what you guys want.” casually replied Lyam, letting go of his own turgid maleness, “we can always stop here if you prefer, that’s of course always an option. Or if you’re feeling like continuing I have a few… proposals to make to both of you.” he continued in a honeyed, enticing tone. “What do you have in mind?” asked Nick raising a quizzical eyebrow at his mate. “Well we could always go on with this game with, maybe a new set of rules more… adequate for our current situation.” explained the dragon, taking a long circular glance at the room, stopping on both of them for a long moment, letting his eyes wander around their naked form, memorizing this moment and preserving it in his immense memory, “Or, and I kinda prefer this idea, we could do one last round, no more challenges, no more questions, just one rule: the winner takes all.”

At his words Nick’s eyes illuminated with a devious glow he had never seen before, matching the fiery blaze of lust burning in Lyam’s shining amber irises, the two lovers quite enthralled by the prospect. He however was hesitant, unsure, not wanting to understand what the two aliens implied, equally terrified and aroused by it. “So, what do you say?” enquired Lyam. “I like the second option the most.” let out Nick, “That is if everyone is ok with it.” he added at Dereck’s intention. The wolf hesitated, pondering his options, on one end they were kindly offering him a way out of this before it got out of control, but on the other hand the two of them seemed willing to take things further which both provided him with the best opportunity he ever had to accomplish his mission while also promising a great time, something he hadn’t had the luxury of enjoying in a very, very long time, as the heavy weight in his loins constantly reminded him. “I’m… I’m fine… with the second option… however what do… do you mean by the winner takes all?” stammered Dereck cautiously, partly regretting his decision already. “You’ll have to wait and see, it wouldn’t be fun if I told you now wouldn’t it?” retorted Lyam in the same devious, teasing tone. “I guess so…” he muttered, shuddering under the burning gaze of the lustful dragon, his nose flaring under the assault of the concoction of heady musk waffling at his nostrils. “Very well then, now that this is out of the way let us play, and may the best one win.” announced Lyam, grinning in excitement, a low excited growl slipping out of his parted maw. Tension abruptly spiked in the room as the cards were shuffled and distributed, the air becoming electric as they all glanced at each other, determination shining bright in each of them.

The round begun, everyone exerting the most caution, glancing at each other to try and guess who had the best hand and who was bluffing. The tension soared to new unknown heights determination painted on all their faces, nobody wanting to lose this round, as if their lives depended on it. Dereck was especially stressed out, apprehending what the two alien lovers had in mind for him, weary of the devious plot they had crafted and in which he was now involved, not wanting to find himself on the loosing end, although to some parts of his brain it didn’t sound that bad. Cold sweat trickled down his spine, his breath becoming shallow and irregular as his heart thumped hard and fast in his chest. The two other were in a similar state, showing no emotion, focused, absorbed entirely by the game playing out before them. Outside the storm seemed to gain in intensity, winds and rains pounding the windows as lightning flashed across the skies, lighting their faces for brief moments, adding to the building anxiety.

At last the cards were revealed in the most chilling, terrifying moment, as if one bad decision would doom them, their traits so tensed they look like statues, frozen in time with a panicked expression on their marble faces. Expression quickly changed however, turning from fear to joy, from joy to shock and finally from shock to disbelief. Lyam, surprisingly had the worst hand of them all, looking beaten, saddened yet rejoiced by his defeat which puzzled Dereck. Nick seemed more frustrated, as if he really expected to win, staring at Dereck’s card in a mix of disbelief, rage and frustration. Dereck was petrified, staring in dismay at his own cards, eyes darting toward the two other men in shock, his brain blanking, unable to process the information as a tide of warmth and joy washed over him.

“Wow, that’s… an outcome I had note foreseen, not that I’d complain though.” murmured Lyam, smirking deviously at the wolf, tail already wagging in anticipation. “I must be the fucking unluckiest guy on earth… well… on that planet… fuck it you know what I mean.!” Rambled Nick, tossing his cards away in disappointment. “Hey at least you got a better hand than I did!” snorted Lyam in disapproval, “besides, you may be in more luck than you think.” “Whatever you say.” grunted the human. “W-w-wait… d-does it mean… that… I… won…” gasped the wolf in incomprehension, his jaw dropping in disbelief. “It sure looks like it.” responded Lyam with a kind smile, cheering him up, Immediately Dereck sprang to his feet, unable to contain the torrent of joy and relief that washed over him, only managing to hold back from screaming his happiness to the ceiling. He didn’t care that he was naked and that his hard cocks were out, leaking precum everywhere, including on the table before him, he was too happy, too satisfied, too enthralled by victory to care. “Congratulation!” chirped Lyam, applauding him, soon joined by Nick, “You know what it means Nick?” he continued on a lower, more sensual tone. “I sure do.” Replied the human on the same tone, winking at the dragon.

Before Dereck’s eyes the two males suddenly got up, not hiding themselves from him, even showing off even. Making sure to always stay in his line of sight they slowly walked toward the couch, making sure he always had something arousing, appealing to feast his eyes on, causing his twin members to throb with renewed vigor. Unable to take his eyes away from them he watched quietly while they sat and then laid down on the couch, kissing passionately, offering him the most gorgeous, the most exciting view of their private parts possible. However, despite the raging inferno of carnal desire to breed burning in his veins he found himself unable to move, like rooted to the ground, only observing as the two aliens kissed and fondled each other in the most enticing display of love and desire. Soon their hands and paws were resting on each other’s haunches, ready to delve in deeper. Their lips parted, their mouth still linked by strings of saliva, the two panting slightly, cheeks flushed red as they glanced at him, smiling warmly, although a bit nervously at him. Without further ado their hands slowly slid toward their private parts, one of Lyam’s paw wrapping around Nick’s cock, teasingly stroking the hard member while his other hand grabbed the human rear, spreading his cheeks apart, revealing the tight puckered ring of muscles tucked away between them. Nick own, much more agile hands were already hard at work, one tracing along the ridged underside of Lyam’s cock, following the outline of his pulsing cock on one end while his other hand was circling around the dragon’s appetizing tailhole, a finger managing to slip inside after just a few circular massage around the muscular entrance, eliciting low coos from his mate.

“W-w-what… are… you doing…” stammered Deeck, fully aware of what it was yet his brain refused to accept the invitation that was extended to him, his cocks however were more than eager for it, his arousal stirred by what he was witnessing. “Do we need to make it clearer?” enquired Nick with a devious smile, giving a gentle squeeze around Lyam’s knot, drawing out a sharp squirt of precum. “Remember what I offered; the winner takes all.” purred Lyam invitingly, making sure the wolf didn’t miss out a single thing of what was going on, “And since you’ve won, how about you come here and… claim your reward.” Dereck couldn’t believe what he was hearing, the two were offering themselves to him, calling him to join them for some fun. Even in his wildest dreams he had never imagined this possibility, not expecting the two of them to be eager for some fun with him. It was a very pleasant, very arousing surprise but he couldn’t bring himself to accept it, stuck in a state of awe and disbelief. It couldn’t be happening, he had to be a dream, yes that was it, he was most definitely dreaming, his sleepy, horny brain crafting this surreal fantasy for him, to feed his dormant lust. It was this kind of dream that would have him wake up to find himself in a middle of a large pool of freshly spent cum, spent but empty, relieved yet unsatisfied.

However, it seemed too real to be a dream, too exciting to be just his imagination running wild with raw need to cum. With his whole frame shaking he gulped down, finding it increasingly difficult to think clearly, his thoughts collapsing, flailing in all directions, the mesmerizing sight of the two naked bodies presented before him awaking his wildest, most carnal desires, his entire body wanting them, craving for them, a crave he had held back for too long, now breaking out of the cage he had left it in to rot. “Are…are you… are you two… serious?” he gasped, unable to look away, a paw already wrapped around his two stiff shafts, fondling them idly before the arousing spectacle. “Isn’t that serious enough for you?” they both giggled in amusement, showing themselves even more to him, offering him everything he could have desired, hands, maw, cocks and holes for him to use and to be used on him. “No… no it’s… it’s not what I meant…” yelped the wolf, letting go of his dicks before he reached his peek, spurting hot pre everywhere on the ground before him, “Gosh… that’s so hot…” he muttered to himself, barely resisting the rising tide of lust threatening to wash him away, “What I meant was… do… do you two really… want me to… I mean… you two… and me…” he stammered, making strange gestures, unable to form a coherent sentence. “You mean the three of us having sex right?” casually enquired Lyam, speaking in his usual, straightforward, unbothered way when it came to this topic.

Dereck vigorously nodded, taken aback by how blunt Lyam was on the subject, turning his attention toward Nick for his opinion on the matter. “We have talked about this beforehand and…” Nick explained, pausing mid-sentence, his face darkening with uncertainty for a second or two before he continued, “and we’ve agreed that… well we’d… like to give it a try… that is if you’re ok with doing it with us that is.” Dereck couldn’t believe what he was hearing, wondering if his mind wasn’t deceiving him, sending him lust-addled hallucinations to get him to comply. Unfortunately, or fortunately maybe, his guts told him it was the truth, the two males waiting for him, wanting him, waiting for him to join them, the whole poker game just an elaborate ruse to get him into the mood, which had more than clearly worked. “I… I don’t… I don’t mind… I… just didn’t expect this…” he admitted, puzzled, looking down at his two hard cocks then back at the two aliens eager for him laying on the couch, their pose and bodies calling him to. “So what do you say, you want to come claim your reward?” teasingly purred Lyam, already licking his lips in anticipation. Nick although a bit more reserved seemed just as eager, staring at him intently, encouraging him to come closer. “Gosh… I can’t… believe this is happening…” he whispered, taking a step forward, eyes homed on the prize waiting for him, “You guys… you make me so horny…” he continued, taking another step in their direction, drooling in anticipation, marveling at their alluring bodies, their thick cocks, filling his nose with the fragrance of their manly scents. “I know we do.” giggled Lyam teasingly, “So why don’t you come relieve all that… pent-up seed with us.”

In the blink of an eye he was standing right over them, able to see them from up-close, savoring each detail his sharp eyes caught, letting their potent smells fill his nose, cloud his senses, overpower his weakened mind, guiding him toward what he had been craving for all along. The two male aliens were so hot, so handsome, so attractive, both sporting juicy cocks that made him drool and quiver in desire, their tight holes just begging to be used. There was so much on offer before him he didn’t know what to choose, his mind racing, coming up with all kinds of poses and possibilities, each more arousing than the previous one, making it impossible to take a decision. His attention shifted from one to the other, wanting them both equally, Lyam had the biggest dick he had seen and he knew he would ravage him just the way he liked it, not even mentioning that tight tailhole that just begged to be taken. However he was also very attracted to Nick, wanting to explore this unknown body in depth, yearning to continue where they had left off earlier, wanting to taste and feel that so unusual cock of his, curious to see what this human had to offer.

“If you want, as you are the one in control, for now at least…” intervened Lyam before he could do anything, “You can indulge in any kink you want.” “Lyam!” shouted Nick in return, throwing his mate a disapproving glare. Dereck shuddered, the offer tickling his already lustful mind in just the right way, but he knew better than to do as the dragon suggested, being too kinky now may jeopardize his mission again as well as ruin the moment. “That’s a very nice offer Lyam… but I think I’ll pass.” he politely declined, not taking his eyes off Nick’s throbbing maleness as he said so, noticing his insistent gaze made Nick shiver. His gaze slowly went up, meeting Nick’s own, noticing the worry, the hesitation in them, masked by his own arousal, but still present enough to tell him he wasn’t quite as comfortable with this as he had led him to believe. Seeing this triggered something inside him, his body shaking imperceptibly as it was hit with a sudden jolt, a new idea forcing its way through the fog of raw desire, imposing itself to him. He knew what he had to do, and he already liked it.

“Alright then, what do you want to do in that case?” enquired Lyam, undeterred by Dereck’s refusal. “You’ll see soon enough.” he retorted, imitating the dragon’s usual teasing, enticing and mysterious tone. Lyam frowned, intrigued, appearing disappointed, frustrated to not know yet didn’t protest more, keeping his eyes on the wolf towering over him, making himself as alluring as he could. Dereck smiled at him, taking a long moment to observe him from head to toe before turning his attention back to Nick to the human’s confusion, the man raising a quizzical eyebrow at him. Dereck only offered him a warm, reassuring smile before lowering himself until he was kneeling before the couch, right before Nick. They tensed, observing each and every move he made, curious, intrigued, expecting, impatient to see what he would do. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly he got closer, crawling forward until he was between Nick’s legs, his muzzle mere inches away from the human’s package, his scent flowing freely into the wolf’s sensitive nose, overpowering him in mere seconds, inviting him to come closer and have a taste. Nick glanced down, discovering the wolf staring at his cock with hunger blazing in his eyes, his hot, panting breath billowing over his sensitive skin, his tongue already hanging out from his parted maw. From this angle he looked like a wild animal in heat eager to find someone to pound, this thought sending a shiver of apprehension down his spine. “Relax… I’m not gonna hurt you.” softly whispered Dereck, spotting his mounting concern. Nick sill seemed a bit unsure, relaxing ever so slightly, still on edge, ready to stop it all at any moment and Dereck knew it, sensing it as his paws clasped the human’s legs, spreading them apart, giving himself full access to his package. The sight of the stiff, smooth member standing before him, pulsing and oozing with tasty pre awoke a ravenous hunger inside him, a sudden, unstoppable urge to sample it, to taste it, to swallow it all, to savor everything this appetizing pole of flesh had to offer. Finally he closed the gap, burying his nose into Nick’s sack, taking deep inhales in the human’s musk, shuddering while, down below, his members tensed and throbbed harder, spraying slick pre all over the couch. His tongue slowly crawled up the taut sack, climbing along the underside of Nick’s length, stopping at the tip where it collected some of the pre that had been gathering there. The salty taste was unusual, familiar and foreign at the same time, pleasant and strange in equal measure. Content with his first taste of the humanhe continued, grabbing the thick human cock with a paw, preventing it from bobbing so much, holding it in place as his parted maw closed in.

Nick froze, gasping in surprise, aroused and terrified by that canine maw full of deadly fangs getting close to his private parts, ready to swallow him all. His concerns were quickly wiped away however as Dereck swiftly guided his member in the steaming hot depth of his wet mouth, the tip resting on his raspy tongue, the sudden spike of heat making him moan out loud in pleasure. “See, I told you he’d want you too…” murmured Lyam in his ear as the hungry wolf lips enclosed around his member, his tongue slathering his tip in warm saliva.