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"Hmph. As if."

That wouldn't work. It was the exact same thing he did last time. Surely his partner-in-crime wasn't that stupid? Then again, this whole arrangement was. But, a bit of stupidity for quite the measure of gold coins? Now that was smart. Still, the scowl didn't leave his muzzle. It was a trap, of course. A bit of venison hanging from a tree, and a not too well-hidden plate etched with runes. The dragon already knew how it'd play out if he stepped on it.

But, he wasn't that dumb. The rope wrapped conveniently around the still-dripping slab of meat. Sure, the plate was big, and it looked like it took a while to make. So what? Making the other's job easy wasn't his task. Not today, perhaps not tomorrow... Maybe he'd raid the village again. It'd be the second time that week, too. It didn't matter either way. No one died. Now, there were some young lasses that could do with a brief, tumultuous kidnapping. Perhaps a bit more fun than that, but-

Something smelled off. And it wasn't the village's stench, either. He could ponder his next actions some time later. For now, the puzzle was already solved. White didn't make a very concealing color against vivid green anyways. Still, he cautiously padded forward. Nothing felt odd underneath his footpaws. Nothing that he didn't already know about, anyways. The edges of the hidden runic plate rattled as his claws tapped against it. Claws dug through the dirt as he separated dirt from the edges. Carefully, so as to not trigger the thing. The longer the scam went on... the more desperate they'd be. The bigger the pay-off, too. He was a gentle-enough sort, but lamb tasted so damned good. And even better when stolen!

It felt odd standing on his hindpaws, and more than a bit wobbly, too. It took only a moment to snatch the meat into his paws. The rope didn't stand a chance to his paws, either. He wobbled, uneasy on his feet after grabbing the food. Alarms sounded in his head as he fell. Luckily, it wasn't onto the trapper's plate. The only thing hurt was his pride. And, perhaps a swim in the lake was in order. Red on white was hardly a fitting color for a dragon of his stature.

"Almost. Close. Perhaps next time..."

Bushes rustling around the clearing was his cue to make a fast getaway. Scrabbling to his paws, it only took a moment to bite into the meat, and hold it in his muzzle as he ran. There was no way they could keep up, but they'd take hours trying to find him. As hard as it was to run with a muzzle-full of delectable venison, they stood no chance. Scents faded away quickly, but the yelling and less-than-muffled swears did not. The sun was setting, and easily visible through the light foliage. It was still too dense to fly through, and risk tearing his wings. A while after the voices faded, he took a moment to brush his tracks away, and leave a few leading off elsewhere. A dishonest days' work was good enough... Tynel knew how to pick cuts he liked, too. He savored it.

"We almost had him!" He squatted over a set of tracks, clearly left by the dragon.

"Did we? We barely even saw him. This is why I work best alone." The silence was deafening in the woods, more so with a crowd of angry, disappointed villagers.

"We had to make sure we're getting our money's worth. Clearly, we're not."

"Who's to say it wouldn't have worked were I alone? Besides, you folk have..." He almost bit his tongue at the glares he got. "Very distinct scents."

It was true, too. Hours after he arrived, his nose was clogged as all hell from them. It wasn't for a lack of sanitization, either. They bathed, sure, but it may as well have been pointless. They weren't skunks, but something in what they ate... His ears flicked with the rustling of coins.

"Chase him off, or bring us his head. Some souvenir to prove he's gone. We're leaving." The distaste was plain.

"As you wish." The hood hardly concealed the smirk on his muzzle. They'd pay him before the job was done? Or was this an advance payment? They were hardly inviting him back, though. It wouldn't be the first time he'd slept in the bush. But...

The last embers flickered away. While they may have been blind without the light, he was anything but. The starlight was more than enough to navigate. And with the murmuring of the river close by, it wouldn't be too much of a guess where the dragon would be. Remnants of earlier only cemented his smirk. He hated being dirty. And, while it would have been easy enough to catch him in the river and be done with it, it was far too early. They'd only just arrived, after all. Still, he padded towards the river. If the dragon felt like talking, then he'd find Tynel. If not, then the wolf would be sleeping alone again tonight.

Crunch. Crunch crunch. He certainly wasn't quiet about it. There wasn't a need to be, either. His white muzzle stood out, even in the darkness.

"I hope that plate didn't cost you much."

"Didn't cost me a thing."

"Good. Perhaps reusing resources like that'll keep you from having to ask me for some coin." The dragon almost sat on his tail.

"What? She was a cute lass! Don't tell me you wouldn't have..." Tynel protested.

"With my reputation? Hah! I'd hardly have even gotten that far!"

"Well. Not that you would have fit in the front doors of that brothel either..." He shrugged.

"I, Razir, wouldn't be caught near a brothel! I'd be just outside it instead."

That got a laugh out of him. Still, the feeling of the soft fur against his side was familiar by now. And, despite his larger bulk, the added warmth was nice. More so after Tynel ditched that stupid hood.

"Tomorrow then?"

"You'll just have to find out, now won't you?" Razir teased.

"Always the tease, you..."

It wasn't long before the wolf was snoozing away. But, there were other things on Razir's mind. How long could they really keep this up, anyways? He nosed through Tynel's bag. Red marks denoted the villages they'd yet to visit. Green were good marks. Yellow were those that caught on before the deal was done. Various dates provided more context for each mark, too. Had they really been at this for a full year? It seemed like winter had come and gone instantly, while summer and fall dragged on forever. Fall was nice, as was winter. But summer, on the other hand, was the devil's work. He rolled it back up. Worries for another time, and if he wanted to get up before Tynel did, he'd have to sleep faster.

He curled around the smaller being. If any nosy, prying eyes saw him, it would be no big deal. But if they saw the wolf, and him together, well. That could complicate things. Made getting up a bit more difficult, but that was a problem for roughly nine hours from now. Vivid dreams that made no sense came quickly.

Just as quickly as the dreams came and went, so too did the sun start shining into his eyes. A wing shielded them well enough as he woke up. Tynel was still quite asleep. Snoring, even. While his scales were clean enough, scents bugged his nose. And while the village-to-be-fleeced surely wouldn't smell it, it was easier to act the part when he didn't smell of wolf. It was also a way to make sure they didn't find them out. Shifting Tynel from his side, to his foreleg, to his paws, and then finally to the ground was a tricky task. The dragon managed it well enough, but the wolf was a heavy sleeper to a fault anyways.

He was gone before the sun fully rose. No doubt Tynel would spin some yarn or another about how he tracked the dragon for hours before collapsing in the mud, tracks merely inches from his eyes when he awoke. But, there was one thing that stayed the same. He never hunted the dragon before noon. And so, he had some time to himself. Both of them did. And there was at least one thing that was bugging him. He shook his muzzle, and waded upstream, occasionally ducking beneath the surface to avoid the village folk. Bubbles floated to the surface as he swam lazily. Whether blind, or simply not paying attention, it was no issue to 'sneak' past the entire lot doing their laundry. An opportunity for mischief struck him with temptation, but he ignored it. What woman would admit to a dragon stealing their clothes, anyways?

Eventually, his lungs begged for air, and he left the stream with a splash. The ground was a little bit rougher than he expected, knocking the air out of his own lungs. What little he had left anyways. It started a dragon-sized coughing fit, too. Still, the morning was his to keep, for now. And the area was convenient enough, if a bit close to the river.

A little bit of playtime wouldn't hurt anyone. It'd be even more harmless than stealing some sheep. Though today's course may have been pork. That was another thing he was craving. But, what his taste buds were craving was something far different than what his body demanded. It had been weeks, surely, since last he saw another dragon. And, of course, they were male. Not that it mattered. Tynel scared him off no sooner than Razir had his fill. He was a strong, handsome male, with lovely scales, too. And... a bit of embarrassment coming to Razir's mind, well-hung too.

"Mmm, it would sure be convenient if he came by right now. Or really, any time." He mused.

While he hadn't been one to see it, Tynel was sure to fill his eardrums with how it had looked. The wolf was alarmed at the time, scared he might lose his partner-in-crime. And sure, it did leave a mark on his neck, too. Though the other would have quite the bit of bruising on his scales after that magic impact arrow the runt ranger fired at him. It was non-lethal, sure, but scared him good. Leaving Razir high and almost dry. Heh.

But, that hardly mattered now. It did provide some lovely fantasy material though. Fantasy material Razir had a field day with. The pebbly soil was a little uncomfortable with rocks poking into his back. He squirmed a bit until he found a more comfortable spot. Or until his muscles relaxed enough that the pebbles didn't bother him. He didn't much care either way. Other bits below his waist were demanding his attention anyways. While red didn't look good on his scales, this shade of pink made better contrast to them.

Finer scales around his vent parted, letting his length into the open air. Razir wasted no time, getting to work immediately. The sun was high enough in the sky as-is, and there was trouble yet to cause today. His tongue poked out of his muzzle, tasting the wet air, and a bit of water that ran down his scales. A quick grimace marred his face. Whatever they'd been washing in the river, a bit of it had stuck to his scales. It was odorless, but the taste was bitter. He shook his head.

"Damned filthy villagers."

Of course, he could be a filthy dragon, too. Some joint or another popped as his tail poked into his field of view. It was very long, smooth, and just the right tapering length. It would do. But first...

"You thinking what I am?" His tail nodded. "Of course you are." A chuckle rumbled out of his chest.

"Let's get to it then." A quick smooch, and then more as he pushed his tail into his muzzle.

And further, too. His foreleg found his length without issue, smooth, small paw pads rubbing against him enjoyably. An almost-purr rumbled deeply out of his throat. Thick pre stained his pawpads almost immediately, oozing from his tip. His other forepaw rubbed at his belly, the meal from last night still making him look a bit fat.

"Yesssss."

More and more of his tail fit into his muzzle effortlessly, and then into his throat. Each inch getting wider, and wider. Still, he ran out of tail before he ran out of throat, the scales on his neck bulging a bit. His tailtip rubbed at his neck from the inside. It always was such an odd feeling, noting his throat greedily gobbling down as much as it could take. But, alas, there was no more to be had. Perhaps if he could roll himself up some more, he'd have more length to play with. Thoughts for another time, though, as he relaxed, and let himself pull off of his own tail. A thick sheen of saliva connected his muzzle and tailtip. It was no proper lube mixed by an alchemist, but it was good enough.

His forepaw was as much a mess as his tail was. He swapped limbs, letting his other forepaw guide his tail lower. It'd be a bit sore later, sure, but it was always worth it. Flexibility was a trait he had a bit of, but not enough to make this a painless exercise in pleasure. Still, it didn't take long for the dragon to aim his tail. And an even shorter period while it strained against his tailhole. Razir hissed as he slowly relaxed around the tail snaking into him. A quick nudge from his forepaw to make sure it was well and truly buried in his ass, and then his same forepaw rose to his lips.

He cleaned it dutifully, and it was enough to spark all sorts of memories. Primarily of that handsome drake. Of him nursing on his rod, and then raising his tail, and more of feeling the weight and pressure on his back. Nibbling on his neck, and the other politely asking if he'd mind. Of course he didn't, and he'd said as much at the time too. Loudly. Masturbating to the phantom feelings and memories was bliss, and Razir wished it would last for an eternity. But, these things never really did, no matter how close they came.

The feeling of the smooth, small scales rubbing against his insides brought him back to reality. He choked for a moment on his own spittle, not aware that he'd been drooling over his own paw. It had been long since cleaned of any of his own essence. Lungs burned for air, and his teeth grit for a moment. More. More would fit, and his forepaw tightened around his length. It would be enough if he wanted to laze about, and take a while longer. But there were other things to do.

Muzzle was no substitute for being plowed by another drake, or burying himself in a female, but it was just as good. Just different. He craned forward, enjoying every inch that made it into his muzzle. The tastes reminding him more and more of different escapades. Bronzes... Bronzes always shot like a waterfall.

"_Tynel doesn't know what he is missing. Maybe he should have a big, strong, handsmmmrrr"_His thoughts jumbled up like water trapped behind a dam. Growls rumbled in his throat as short spines flared.

Both of his paws massaged his scales, and his tail thrust in one last time. It was enough. It had definitely been weeks, perhaps as long as a month or two. And it showed in his seed, thick strands of dragonseed sticking to his tongue, his throat, and everything else. Gulping it down was a herculean task, but one Razir was more than up to. But, like every other herculean task, it took a lot out of him.

The village could wait for now. Causing terror and... torment and whatever else could wait, too. The last of the sticky dragonstuff stuck to his taste buds. Weeks worth... and tasted like it. Strong, heavily scented and somehow appetizing. The afterglow was strong, and he let his rod flop out of his muzzle. A huge breath of air filled his lungs, and a just as large yawn came just afterwards. The pebbly soil didn't even feel that bad now. Another bath could wait. For now, a nap was in order. Razir shifted his bulk, moving a few of those irksome stones away. Others, of course, stayed stuck in his side. It would do. Before long, the dragon was snoring away. Tynel on the other hand...

"Double or nothing!" The cards hadn't been in his favor, but surely the winds of fortune were about to change!

"Another hand?"

Everyone else was as shocked as the dealer was. While he'd just been paid, it may as well have stayed in the hands of the village folk. But, if he could just win this one hand, he'd back up all that he'd lost, and then some. He'd even have a bit extra to give to Razir!

"Aww. Shame, that."

Or not. He pushed the coin into the pile. He was out his half. That much was for damned sure. It was only with a heavy sigh he left the table. While gambling was good fun, it was hardly going to be a career for him.

"Tynel, you done? Surely that left on your belt is begging to leave, too!" Even the dealer mocked him.

"Not today. Going to see about trapping that damned dragon and shooing him off."

The tavern went back to their drinks after a moment of silence. Surely Razir wasn't that bad, right? It didn't matter though. He didn't blow all of his money on gambling this time. Just... what he could spare. The rest was busy making him a tool. One he suspected Razir wouldn't much like.

"Dragonslayer off to do his job again? Some mead first, perhaps?"

"...I could do with some of that after that horrid losing streak."

"Lucky for you, it's on the house." It was a young gal, but it wasn't her face Tynel's gaze was drawn to.

"Would the lady perhaps like to serve it to me in my room?"

She pushed the tankard of mead into his chest, spilling a bit onto his clothes. It was forceful enough to knock the wind out of him. At least he tried. That was a definite no, too. His battered pride didn't have much time to sulk, though. The thick, double-paneled oak door swung open dramatically.

"He got my pigs! Three of them just today! Damn scaled fiend, I'll burn HIM down!" It was another of the farmers that lived on the outskirts. For a village, they had quite the bit of infrastructure.

"Pray tell how many he got, good man? Surely you have more?" Tynel's wet clothes were the last thing on his mind.

"I've got dozens more, don't you worry! But, this here should be plenty incentive for you!"

It was a fat pouch. So much so, that it may as well have been a bag. He dangled it above his nose, practically laying the thing on Tynel's nose. There was weight to it.

"Don't mind if I-"

"To hell with that! You'll get it when the job is done." It was another wolf, and he snarled the words.

The heavy thunk of the bag being set on the bar resounded over the din of the busy tavern. Tynel didn't stick around long, already on his way out. The mead didn't take long to drink, and was honey-sweet. As sweet as- He shook his muzzle. Perhaps if she slapped him, it would have gone better, and gotten it out of her system. That bridge was burnt to the ground anyways. Now, the blacksmith on the other hand...

It was a short walk, merely across the way. Much to the dismay of the more-inebriated drunkards that filtered out of the tavern. If their hangover didn't give them a headache, the anvil being worked and muttered enchantments would. The burly bear of a craftsman was busy, and didn't stop when Tynel stopped by.

"Hour." The priest didn't spare a word, and the blacksmith didn't spare a swing either.

"A mere hour left for such craftsmanship! Thank you sir!"

"One. Hour. Don't come back until I'm done. He'll be done before that."

Tynel could have sworn the priest stopped for a moment, but he dismissed it. An hour, for a tool he could use practically indefinitely? What was an hour compared to the look on Razir's face? A traditional implement, with a bit more to it, too. How many times would it take for the dragon to figure it out, though? He passed time walking around the village until he heard the anvil stop resounding. A few more laps for the two to cool off, and then he was back.

The welcome was less than warm though, just like everyone elses. They were just putting it away in the back. Away from prying eyes that know a valuable item when they saw it.

"Oh, good. You're back. Means I don't have to fiddle with finding spare space for this. Take it." Once again, the wind was knocked out of him with another item shoved into his chest.

"Thank you sir, may your house be-"

"Shaddap. That's my daughter you hit on, lech."

It nearly pushed him over with the weight, but he somehow managed. The glare from the craftsman and priest though...

"I was only offering mi'lady a good evening, and I did not purs-"

"GO."

He didn't need to be told three times. And how was he supposed to know, anyways? The real question though, was how he was going to get this damned length into a tree... It took a lot of effort just hefting the thing out of town! Still, there was a dragon-sized 'problem' the village wanted to fix. And with that fat, heavy, overflowing sack of coin the farmer was offering... Well, regardless of how much Razir liked the area, this was one payday they'd happily split.

"Oh, come now." Razir muttered to himself.

It was the next day, and Tynel still hadn't come up with anything new? Not even after he plundered that pork farmers horde of swine? More venison, just as freshly killed, strung up by the same bit of rope. Hell, it was even on the same tree! That much was obvious with the dug-up dirt around the arcane plate. Had he gotten lazy? Or perhaps he wanted to stay here longer. The village was nice enough, when he was doing fly-bys and showing off a bit. That would be good enough, though. The region was nice. And as such, he would play along. He retraced his steps from the other day, padding forward, and rearing up.

Something tickled his nose a bit. It wasn't the meat, or the latent scent of magic. It was... iron? Not quite as enchanted, as the plate was, but still something magick. Not runes, but maybe an enchantment instead? Wait. There was his scent too. And he'd scrubbed harshly getting it off of him. Along with the seed from earlier. A sneeze provoked a bit of fire, singeing the rope. Rustling noises urged him to hurry. Surely he hadn't brought the village with him again? Their rather... pungent scents weren't present.

"Gotch-oof!" This was a terrible idea.

Tynel crashed into the dragon, recent purchase and all. It was more than enough to bowl the dragon down onto the plate. Admittedly, both of them were a mess with the bloody venison. Razir must have tried to break his fall with it. That went about as well as his own idea had. His ribs hurt worse than when the last blacksmith had pushed his hammer into his chest. The wind had certainly been knocked out of him, at the very least. But, that wasn't all.

"Time arkinal." And it was done.

"What trickery did you come up with this time?" Razir picked his head up weakly, as much dazed by the impact as Tynel had been. A net? No, it was a heavy length of chains instead.

"I think I bruised my ribs. Maybe more." He wheezed.

"Serves you right for doing something so risky." Razir smirked from behind the clear shield holding him in place. The chains only kept him there, the shield did the rest of the work.

"Think that's the quickest though. What was it, two days? Three? And now you have to listen to me and my tale of-"

"Lovely lasses and maidens? Oh come now Tynel. It worked this time. Tired of the area already?"

"For being chained up and in a stasis field, you've got quite the mouth on you." Tynel winced a bit as he stood up. Feelings of bones popping were more than slightly discomforting.

"Be glad you didn't fall on my horns. Or wings, or any of my back spines. And besides, that drake sure didn't complain about my lovely muzzle!"

"C'mon. It looked like he was murdering you! And I couldn't be without my partner in crime!"

"Left me high and dry. I see how it is. But no, when you bring a maiden back, I'm not allowed to look in."

"Argh." He cradled his muzzle in his handpaws. "And what do you think their reaction would be if they saw a big, white dragon peering into a window?"

"I mean, they see a small red dragon every time you finish, so..."

"God dammit Razir."

The chains had him good, too. Them, combined with the stasis shield was more than enough to keep him exactly where he was. The venison tantalizingly out of reach, and Tynel crouching while cradling his ribs. How high up did he jump from, anyways? Did the bastard even stuff some rags in his clothes to cushion the fall? Dumb wolf hadn't a brain in his head sometimes.

"Huh... Think they'd take a scale?"

"Last few places did. And you know I won't let you take a horn or tooth. Or any spines. Far too painful, especially with how last time went." A snarl came to his muzzle at the memory.

"You make a valid point." Tynel was already reaching for his knife by the time the dragon suggested it.

"Make it quick. The longer we wait, the longer they have to get ideas. And I have a terrible itch."

"Alright, alright."

The ranger, turned poacher, turned conman was quick about it, too. A quick scratch, looking for a loose scale, then his claws hooked under it. A quick yank, and shoving the knife into the gap, and the scale was free. It stung for a while, and there was a small trickle of blood, but it was a good enough trophy. It only just barely fit into his pocket. Of course, Razir had other thoughts on his mind. High and dry... but how would it- Hmm...

"What're you rumbling about? Starting to like having your scales cut off?"

"Just that the itch is growing quite annoying. And you brushed up against it. Gimme a scratch. Surely, you wouldn't mind, right?"

"...I suppose I could." Tynel didn't quite trust the dragon yet. And especially not with that mischievous look on his muzzle.

"Just start scratching and I'll direct you."

"This is foolhardy and ridiculous." His mind weighed in on the situation. Still, what was it anyways? The dragon was immobilized, and he was satisfying an itch. Dragons purred, didn't they? There really was only one way to find out...

"A bit lower. Almost there."

He was totally falling for it. And blind, too! The only question would be what his reaction was going to be. Still, he kept his voice even, but couldn't help a bit of a grin. Luckily, Tynel was too busy following his hand. The sting of the removed scale was hardly perceptible with the glee of leading the wolf on. To be fair, he had deviated a bit and fixed several real itches, but...

"Little more. Ah- right there!" Razir purred a bit to cement the ploy. Of course, he wasn't purring from just that sensation though. Would he take the hint? Or perhaps he'd need to be a bit more forceful. Next time, if that was the case. It would have been a huge disappointment, but the dragon would conceal his disappointment. That said...

"You're female? Surely that can't be right. Your voice is as deep as any males!"

He let the smirk come to the surface.

"Hardly. And surely you weren't blind? My malehood was more than enjoying the attention that drake gave me! But..."

"But what? I- Wait a damn minute you scalebound fiend."

A toothy grin split his lips.

"What? It would look good for the conqueror to humiliate and shame such a larger male into never returning. Besides, you and I both know just how well your luck goes with the ladies. And gambling."

"Gah. But- grr- I suppose you're right. Still, we have no lubricant. It'd be rough on you, no?"

He was already undoing his garments. It was perfect. He wouldn't be a dragon, but he'd be good enough. And he wasn't quite lying about an itch needing to be scratched. Just... what kind of itch it was. And that knot, and thickness... He was drooling, already distracted by daydreams before Tynel finished divesting his clothes.

"Look. I'll give it a shot. But this won't be a regular thing."

The dragon could have sworn he heard the wolf mutter under his breath. Regardless, he nodded in agreement.

"Well, I'm sure you wouldn't quite be willing to compare lances, but I'm sure we can work something out. Perhaps-"

"Perhaps that muzzle you boast so much about?"

"Mmhmm!" This albino dragon was going to get another layer of white if the wolf kept playing along. And he showed no signs of stopping, either.

Tynel winced a bit. Maybe next time he'd ditch the chains simply due to how much that hurt. If this lasted a week, it'd kill him. But, the dragon sure knew how to distract him. Even if he was unsure about it, it would be a good show for anyone watching. He could make a story of it, too. S'long as they didn't ask for the dragon's head, it would work, too. A scale, and a tale of fucking the dragon senseless? That would do for all but the most cynical of critics. Still, it felt a bit odd to be so close to the dragons maw.

"I still have my knife, and I used their bathing solution, so I'd taste awful." It was half-joke, and half-threat.

"Oh, you wound me so! As if I would eat my conqueror! Now if he would enjoy a stuffing..."

"Dragon, I swear to every-"

"Don't even finish that." Razir bumped the wolf with his muzzle, and made a shiver run up his spine with a long, drawn-out lick.

"K-keep it businesslike dragon."

Tynel could see the dragon roll his eyes. It was easy enough with how close they were. Still, that tongue was such a thick, warm, almost slimy appendage. Honestly, a tongue bath would be interesting, if nothing else. It was electric as the dragon dragged it across what little was poking out of his sheath. A dragon's jaw made for a poor grip, but the horns on the other hand...

"Be gentle with those. They're meant for self-defense and decoration, and you lot don't know your own strength."

Surprisingly, the magic didn't interfere a jot with the two, as close as they were. It parted easily, letting the dragon draw him into his scaled muzzle. When the mage said he thought of everything, he mustn't have been kidding. He must have been a pervert at heart. Not that Tynel could judge that. Especially not with what he was doing to, and with the dragon. Still, after this it would certainly be interesting, keeping the scaled fiend around.

Perhaps he'd keep him for himself. His eyes screwed shut as the dragon brought him back to reality. For as large as his muzzle was, he knew how to work it. Pumping his rod with what little range of motion the chains and magic plate allowed. He muttered, and disabled the enchantments. If the dragon hadn't eaten him yet with so many opportunities, he could trust him now as well. It was difficult to think of much as the dragon forced his knot into his muzzle. It was intense, and an experience not quite like any other.

"_Of course it is, you're laying a fucking DRAGON Tynel."_His brain chastised him.

"mmgonna pop if you don't stop." A paw found its way to his hips.

A glimpse through half-focused eyes was more than enough to tell him all he needed to know. The dragon didn't speak a word, but his eyes were telling plenty. It was a dare. "Do it." It was a dare the wolf would eagerly win. Another huge paw scratched his chin. It was too much, far too much.

White-hot ropes of lupine seed launched into the dragon. Razir would have chuckled if his muzzle weren't otherwise occupied. Must have blown Tynel's mind. His rod certainly agreed with the thought. More and more kept filling his muzzle, until he was forced to swallow. It tapered off to thin, weak jets after a while, until he forced the wolf off of his muzzle.

"Surprisingly better than I thought, bu-"

"No buts. You're not done yet."

"I mean, of course not, but-"

"Again, no buts. Unless it's mine." Razir shifted a bit, moving to be a bit more comfortable.

"What are you, five?"

"I mean, add a few zeros, change that to a thirty, lost count a while ago. Doesn't much matter, either way."

"I'm just gonna assume you're not hundreds of years old."

"Nah. I'm messing with you."

"Ugh." Tynel rolled his eyes.

It didn't take much convincing for him to get back to full mast. The dragon was already stroking himself with his paws and tail, alternating every few moments. Truth be told, it did make Tynel a bit jealous. Heh. The dragon was right in not suggesting they compare equipment. He shook his head, and moved the short distance towards the dragons rear.

"Try to avoid getting that in my fur."

"What, this?" The dragon rubbed his paws together, making a mess of both of them. Stringy bits of pre connected the two like spiderwebs.

"Razir..." Tynel almost flinched backwards trying to avoid his paws.

"Fine, fine." The dragon made a show of wiping it off... onto his scales.

"Messy scaled savage."

"Hurry up and distract me then, if I'm such a savage. Last I heard, tales of werewolve- Ah!"

"I'm not a werewolf!" Tynel growled.

The wolf rolled his hips forward, more than pressing into the dragon. Despite Razir's size, he was still rather tight back there. And, he knew how to work a male, too. His muzzle paled in comparison to his scaled ass, the muscles inside drawing him deeper. And clearly begging for as much as the wolf would give. A growl stuck in his throat, cut off by being distracted by the sheer amount of sensation. It took a moment of fumbling about, but he found a grip on one of the dragons legs.

"I'd ask if the wolf had your tongue, but of course he does. You are a wolf after all!" Razir teased.

"Just how many drakes have you had, dragon? And how are you still so damned... grippy."

"My little secret, wolf-boy. Now hurry up, and assert that dominance. Or are you going to embellish that bit of the story too?"

"Grr..."

Razir was pushing all of the buttons he'd noticed in his companion. And throwing a few he figured would work, too. Of course, maybe some of those were his own projections. But, it didn't matter when they worked. For as comparatively small Tynel was, he put an obscene amount of effort into fucking the dragon senseless. It wasn't much of a stretch, but being gently milked of his seed was heavenly. He was no drake, but he managed to sate his itch. And then some, too. The knot popped into, and out of him repeatedly, causing a bit of air to catch in his throat. Razir rumbled, a purr rolling out of him. He practically begged for it, and wasn't shy about it either. As awkward as it was, he used his back legs and tail to draw Tynel closer.

"Don't have much to say now, huh? Gonna knot you and make you regret teasing me."

"Regrets? HaAArdly!" Razir was too out of breath to protest further.

Tynel smirked. Fucking a dragon senseless? Well, he could cross that off his bucket list. Not that he had one just yet. Far too young for that nonsense. But, he wasn't too young to fill a dragon to the brim with his seed after a proper tie. Sure, he wouldn't swell at all, and it was a male, but the thought was more than enough. The ribs in his chest gave one last bit of protest before he knotted Razir. A deafening roar resounded across the clearing, the dragon digging up dirt with his forepaws. No sooner than he felt his own orgasm hit, the dragon was already in the throes of his own. Thick spurts of dragon seed hit the dragon in the chest, muzzle, and neck, and threatened to stain Tynel's own fur as well.

The wet feeling on his paws startled him by the time he realized he'd done it. A quick glance just confirmed it. But when had he started stroking the dragon? The haze of pleasure made him push the thought aside. It didn't matter. He'd need to bathe, or at least a quick wash-up afterwards anyways. It was worth it. But, this knot would last quite a while with the way the dragon was still working him. Milking even more out of him than he thought he had. Tynel was out of energy to care, though. So much so, that it startled him a bit when the now-even-more-white dragon spoke.

"Tired out?" He was hardly mocking the wolf for once. And was that an ounce of care in his voice?

"Yeah. Let's stay like this a while, and then I can shoo you off."

"That's acceptable."

The tavern was noisy. Again. But, Tynel had one hell of a grin on his muzzle. A scale would be plenty, and with Razir already limping along after the fuck the wolf gave him, the story was more than enough. And that bag of gold so enticingly in reach... and other bags of gold, but mostly the big one. Heh. He chuckled to himself, sauntering up to the bar counter. A bartender was an odd-enough person to leave the money with, but he didn't judge... much.

"Back so soon? And here I thought it'd be well after dark until you crawled back, mewling for a bit of mead." His face contorted, scowling as he vigorously scrubbed a mug.

"Crawling back? Hardly, and definitely not this time! I've got a bit that you need to look at."

"Oh, do tell. Is it your battered ego from the other night?"

Tynel reached into his pocket to retrieve the rather large scale. The back of it was still flecked with blood where he nicked Razir. That would probably sting a bit more than needed later. But, the other's eyes lit up on seeing the albino scale.

"White scale for a white dragon. And since they don't usually come off in whole scales like that... did you get him?" He took it from Tynel, holding it up to the light.

"Get him? I mean, I did my job and drove him off. He won't be troubling any of you any longer."

The bartender rumbled a bit deep in his throat. It almost made Tynel's fur stand on end. But, that didn't banish the smile on his muzzle.

"I'll take your word for it. But, if he comes back causing havoc, or even for a visit, I won't be held liable for what might happen to you or them. Things are dumb as bricks anyways."

"You might be surprised. With that said, how about that payment?"

"Well, I figured the blacksmiths daughter deserved a tip after your nonsense the other day, and what with how long it took, and dragging the village out late at night..."

He was still retrieving the bags, but they were a little bit deflated. Hardly stuffed to the brim as they were last time Tynel saw them. It was still a nice payout, but not even close to what it had been before.

"...that's all?" Disappointment kicked up its footpaws and made itself at home in his voice.

"Yup. Would you like a larger bag to carry it all in, or are all these pouches good enough?"

"However you please. Some people need paying elsewhere."

His belt was full of the tiny things, but he was some coin richer now. Well, he, and Razir were some coin richer. Not that a dragon had many places to spend the coin they earned. Still, for as little as they paid, he could have lounged around longer in the quiet little town. He half considered letting the dragon fly back for a quick singeing of some stacks of hay. They met up just far enough out that Tynel was starting to get worried. And more than a little bit cold besides.

"Belts are such odd things. But, yours is full, and your hands empty. Do tell what happened to the large bag of gold you were so set on?" Razir questioned him.

"Let's just say they took some liberties with fees. It's still more than enough to fleece out of this sleepy little town."

"Learn anything that we might use for next time?"

Tynel was fidgeting with the bags of gold on his belt. Half-weighing them, and half just shifting the gold around in the pouches. A smirk came to his muzzle.

"Yeah, actually."

"Spit it out, then."

"I think we'd make more by showing off what a submissive little dragon you are. Maybe set it up on a stage in town, charge admission fees..." Tynel trailed off.

"And here I thought you said it would be a one-time thing. That said, I would be warm to the idea."

"Of course you would be. Let's get going though, I wanna make progress towards the next town and find some shelter to hunker down in for a few day while we think things over."

"Be honest, you just want the tables turned so that you can find out what it's like on the receiving end! And, just like the worrying planner you are, you'd delay our next visit for long enough so your ass can recover!"

"Razir, I swear to-" It was just the distraction the dragon wanted.

And incredibly unexpected for the wolf to suddenly have several thick inches of dragon tongue in his muzzle. Damned dragon making things complicated. He didn't complain though, not in the slightest. By the time the quick kiss parted, his lungs were burning for air regardless. Still, it made other ideas pop into his head to warm the both of them from the chilled autumn air.

"You make things too complicated sometimes, dragon."

"Do I now? You're shivering. It'd be best we stop here and warm up."

"Yeah, warm up you say... hardly anything more." Sarcasm crept into his voice.

His blindingly obvious, and incredibly flirty advances weren't rejected in the slightest. Tynel definitely had another thing to do other than picking the dragon's brain now. It didn't take long before they were both spent, even if the dragon had done most of the work. A protective wing draped over the wolf, with his knot keeping them both locked together. Damned dragon making things complicated... and romantic besides. Still, his scent smelled as lovely as ever, and Razir cradled his head protectively in a forepaw. They both slept well that evening, and well into the morning. It may have started as a purely business relationship, but it was definitely growing into something more.

...Fin!

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