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It had been about two hours since Dresnath began leading me through the woods towards our destination. He opted to go for the direct path through the woods rather than the roundabout way on the roads. He'd said it would be safer and faster. His pace started out quite brisk, but he slowed down after he saw that I was trailing behind a bit. Despite my leg being healed, I could still feel the ache when I overexerted myself on it. It didn't help that the heat was really getting to me, and there wasn't a pond or stream in sight that I could use to cool myself down.

Dresnath pulled out a waterskin and handed to me, saying, "You look parched."

I gratefully took it and took a few gulps from it, wiping my lips with my arm. "Thanks," I said keeping hold of the waterskin, "it's this heat. I'm not used to not being able to take a quick dip to stave it off."

I noticed a couple of the spikes on the sides of his head twitch, they almost seemed to be his equivalent of ears. "Oh?" he asked as he gave me a curious look. "Did you have a pool that you spent a lot of time in?"

"Nope," I answered, "I lived in a fishing village, remember?" He nodded in recognition. "I could always just go down to the beach and take a swim in the ocean. Caught dinner a few times that way actually."

He chuckled a bit as he replied, "I'm surprised you never got tired of having fish all the time."

I ducked underneath a low branch before saying, "I think fish is the only thing that I could never get tired of eating. I ate it basically every night, although, we generally mixed up how we prepared it, but it was still fish. I still could never get enough, although, that might just be an otter thing."

He gave a short chuckle, "Yeah, maybe." He looked over at me and smiled warmly. "So, how are you doing?"

The question caught me off guard. I didn't know what he was referring to. So many things had happened recently that he could be referring to. Departing from my home and family, being attacked by the bandits, caching the soldier would-be-rapist, or the mild panic attack from my run-in with that soldier's buddies were all possibilities. "What do you mean?" I asked.

He shrugged and replied, "Just in general. I mean, you've been through a hell of a lot lately. I just want to make sure you're okay." His smile and eyes displayed his sincerity and his voice was clearly genuine.

"Surprisingly," I replied, "I'm actually good." He cocked one of his eyeridges as if to ask if I was sure. "I mean, sure, my wounds still hurt and haven't healed all the way," I could still feel the bandages around my chest, "and my leg still aches a bit, but I'm still alive. And now, in an odd way, the bandits actually led me to someone who offered to have me accompany them while they train me."

"I'm glad to hear that you're recovering well," he said.

"Mind if I ask you question?"

He smirked and replied, "You just did." For a moment, I couldn't tell whether he was joking, but he cleared it up by continuing, "Go ahead, I'm an open book."

I gave a soft chuckle before asking, "What kind of magic do you know, or is it just healing spells?"

"Trying to learn all my tricks, huh?" he smiled. "I'm really not all that well-versed in magic actually. I trained in it, but my trainer said that I'm not 'attuned to the arcane.' That didn't stop me from learning what I wanted to know."

"What does that mean?" I urged curiously.

He chuckled a bit before replying, "That's exactly what I asked my tutor. That got me into a huge lecture about what exactly attunement was. Most of it, I didn't quite understand, but I got the gist of it. It basically means that when I use spells, it uses up much more energy than it would compared to most other people. I found it pretty ironic since dragons are supposed to be a symbol of magic or something, right?" He laughed again at the irony.

I chuckled along with him. "Definitely ironic," I agreed.

"But, like I said, that didn't stop me from learning," he continued, "it just meant that I wouldn't be able to use it as much, and not for battle. Instead, I focused on survival magic and healing."

My ears perked up a bit. "Survival magic?"

"Yeah, would you like to see?"

My tail immediately began wagging in excitement. "Yeah!"

He chuckled at my display and replied, "Alright." He muttered something that I couldn't make out, but nothing happened. "This way." He changed direction and walked at a bit of a brisker pace, forcing me to rush to catch up. When I did, he stopped right next to a tree. He muttered something else, and suddenly several pears fell from above, which Dresnath caught a couple, handing me one. I took a bite from it. I could feel the juice mat the fur on my chin as the flavor danced on the tongue. It tasted as if it was perfectly ripe "That was a spell to locate ripe fruit trees and then to detach some of the fruit. It's simple stuff like that. Nothing impossible to do on your own, but useful enough to make life out in the woods easier to manage."

I wiped my chin with my hand as I swallowed the tasty fruit and smiled. "Definitely ripe. That's a very handy spell there."

"Yeah, definitely useful spells," he agreed. "I did learn a branch of magic, that's not quite so practical, though." I gave him a quizzical look before he continued. "For whatever reason, I have a knack for transformation spells."

"There's magic for transforming?" I asked. It seemed a somewhat odd type of magic. I'd heard of tales where people transformed into other things, but I had thought that just to be stories. Although, I wasn't entirely sure that magic existed for real until Dresnath had used it on me.

"Yeah, it's generally not an easy type of magic to learn, but I turned out to be great at it. It's as if all my magical affinity went towards that specific branch. My tutor simply laughed at that notion," he admitted.

"It makes sense to me," I replied, "although, I'm not exactly one to make judgements like that. Am I going to get a demonstration of that branch, too?"

"Hmm... later," he replied. He motioned for me to follow him as he continued on, "C'mon, we can probably get a few more miles in before dark." I gave a slight groan; his pace was brisker than I was used to, so I was getting pretty tired out from all this hiking. Dresnath seemed as if he were simply taking a stroll, though; he must've gone through rigorous training to find this an easy pace to keep for hours on end. Either that, or I was just less in-shape than I thought.

I rushed a bit to get back beside him so I could talk to him some more. "So, where did you learn magic?" I asked curiously.

"Why?" he replied. "You looking to learn?" he looked over at me with a grin.

I scratched behind my head lightly and laughed, "You caught me. I think it could be fun." I smiled in a way that left just my left canine tooth over my lower-lip a bit.

He gave a soft grin and chuckled, "Well, I don't know if you'd call learning it fun, but I have a few books you can read to get you started if you'd like."

My eyes went wide at the offer. I had a feeling that being able to cast spells would be so cool to learn. "Really? That'd be awesome!"

"They're just introductory and beginner spell books," he explained, "but they should be able to get you stated and let you know which branch of magic would suit you best. I won't be able to help you much unless you choose transformation, though."

"That's alright," I chirped with a big smile, "I'm pretty good with book-learning."

"I just hope you're as good at practical learning, too," he quipped, "otherwise, you'll be getting a lot of bruises from sword-training."

"Right," I agreed. "When will that begin, anyways?" I looked at his sheathed sword. I doubt he had any training swords with him, so we'd probably just have to find some sturdy sticks to use instead.

"Tonight," he said, "before dusk and when we find a good place to camp." Based on the sun, or what I could see of between the branches of the trees, it appeared to be getting into the evening. There was probably just a few more hours until dusk.

I smiled at the idea of getting a practiced swordsman as a trainer. The trainer back at Rorche probably had never been in a fight to the death. Dresnath's career was based on those kinds of fights, so logic dictated that he knew all the dirty tricks that bandits or other criminals might use to gain the upper hand. "I can't thank you enough for doing all this for me," I said.

He gave a soft smile and waved it off, "Ah, don't worry about it." After a few moments, he continued, "But, honestly, you really don't have to pay me back for all this. I'm happy to do it." His tone agreed. He sounded genuinely happy, delighted even, in what he was saying. The only thing that I couldn't quite grasp was his motive. I've known generous people, there were plenty back in Rorche, but this was something else. Whatever his motive, though, I was very glad for it.

After some more time of walking, we reached an impasse. A large wall of dirt and stone reached above us by about forty feet. Looking both right and left, it appeared as if the wall went on for miles. It would probably take a few hours to find a better path. "Damn," I muttered. "What do you think caused this? It doesn't seem like a natural cliff."

"My guess," he mused laying a clawed hand on the unnatural wall of dirt, "geomancers, earth mages. Might've been one testing their strength or possibly leftover from a skirmish of some sort."

"Either way, they should've cleaned up their mess," I sighed. "It's either going to be a pain scaling it or take forever to find a way around." I tested the dirt a bit with my claws. I didn't know the first thing about scaling walls, but it seemed to be a good sign that the dirt appeared compact and not loose.

"Well, then let's go with option c 'neither of the above,'" he joked. He unfurled his wings to their full span. With his wings now in their full glory, I got a perfect view of them, and they were, in a word, impressive. The deep blue leathery membranes stretched taut between the four bones that framed the wings. The bones were covered in the same vibrant emerald scales that covered most of his body and face. The membranes seemed to have a golden trim on the bottom of them, the same color as the spikes covering his head and the pairs of spikes just before the outsides of his wrist. All in all, they appeared just as majestically mystical as the rest of him. "These things aren't just for show, you know."

I was slightly taken aback at the sight and barely managed to mutter out, "R-right. And me?"

"Don't worry," he replied, "they're stronger than they look. They can lift us both." Before I could even reply, he got behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest and under my arms. "Hang on!" I suddenly felt a gust of air on my back and the ground fell away from me. My stomach immediately turned from the sensation; not in the way you feel from nausea, but more the feeling when you look down from a great height.

The position he had us in seemed a bit awkward to me, not just because I'd never had a winged person carry me while they flew, but because of how our bodies lined up. With each flap, my body jostled slightly, and, with each jostle, I could feel my rump bounce against his groin. Even with two layers of clothes between us, I swear I could feel the heat from him. I could feel my face heat up in a blush, which only got brighter with every bump.

I was so thankful when we finally landed on the top of the cliff. I fell to my knees from unsteadiness the moment his arms stopped holding me up. I fell to my knees and sat on my feet. Dresnath chuckled slightly and asked, "First time flying I take it?" I simply nodded. "The sensation will pass soon. You'll likely get used to it if we travel long enough." I said nothing as I simply looked down, trying to hide my red-tinged fur from view. "I'll look around a bit while you compose yourself. Hopefully I'll find a good place to set up camp. It's getting late enough." I nodded in agreement, which got a chuckle from him before he walked ahead.

After I calmed myself down, I got up and followed in the direction that Dresnath went. I found him in a small glade. He had gathered up some good pieces of wood and set them in a pile for a fire, but were currently still flameless. He pulled out a small metal device of some sort from his bag before placing it on the ground. It appeared to be a basic metal cube, but with intricate symbols all along it. It glowed for a moment before something burst out of it. I took a few steps back out of surprise before I realized what it was. In a matter of seconds, a large tent appeared. It looked like it was of simple make, but the black material seemed high-end and it appeared large enough for a fair few number of people to sleep in. I couldn't help but let out a surprised, "Woah!"

Dresnath looked over with a smirk, "You like? It's a fun little reward I got for assisting a lord's son back in Deyrala. It's a small trifle for them, but so damn useful and a major timesaver for me."

"I'd say," I murmured softly. I couldn't help but think that he had such a neat little device to store and set up his large tent, while I don't even have a basic frame and sheet for one.

Either he was very intuitive or he could simply read my expression easier than I thought, because the next thing he said surprised me a bit. "There's more than enough space inside for both of us if you'd like to share it."

I nodded a bit, "That would be nice. I don't have a tent of my own."

"Hmph, well that won't do," he replied. "You just lucky it hasn't rained since you left your home. You could've died from the cold of night if you had gotten soaked."

"So, what did you do to help the lord's son?" I asked curiously. I was genuinely interested in hearing the tale where he got such a useful, little trinket. I also figured that it would be a good way to understand exactly what kind of work I signed up for.

"That story," dresnath said as he walked over to me, "can wait until after we start your training. We've got about an hour of light left, so it would be a good start for your training." He points to my sheathed blade. "May I?"

I was slightly hesitant at first, but I gave a quiet "sure" as I pulled the sword out and offered it to him hilt-first.

He examined it thoroughly, tracing his fingers along the flat of the blade. He spoke matter-of-factly, "Steel-make, twenty to twenty-five years old, saw a lot of use when it was first used, but since then it's been kept either as a trophy or as a way to scare off would-be-attackers... 'Honor above all...' I like that." He smiles as he read the inscription, tracing his fingers over it as he did so.

Astounded by his accurate description of the sword, I asked, "How did you know all that just by looking at it?"

"The steel part was easy," he replied, "every metal has a slightly different color when forged. The rest was guesswork based on the tiny chips on the edges which indicate repeated use in battle, but since most of them appeared to be mended with whetstones, it wouldn't have been used in a long time. The timeframe can be seen by how degraded the metal is since it's been forged. This blade has been well-cared for."

I gave a small smile. I had been caring for it ever since it was passed to me. I felt a small burst of pride hearing that I had cared for it well enough for it to be noted.

"Are you insistent on using this for the task you set out for?" Dresnath asked.

That caused a bit of confusion for me, so I simply asked, "Is there something wrong with it?"

"Oh, nothing at all," he answered with a chuckle. "It's a great blade all-in-all. I simply ask because I tend to like having my weapons enchanted. Steel isn't the best conductor of magic, which would mean that the enchantments would be weakened on it."

"Oh." I looked at the sword. The answer came easy to me. "Yes, that's the sword that I'll be using for my task. No question about it."

Dresnath seemed to smile at the conviction in my voice. "Very well then." He muttered a small incantation over my blade before handing it back to me. "Sheathe it."

"So, what are we going to practice with?" I looked over at the pile of firewood. It didn't look as if any of them would work as practice swords based on the sizes of them.

"These," he replied with a smirk. He summoned two blades out of thin air, but they looked strange, translucent. I could see straight through them, yet still see that they were there. He tossed one to me, which I caught. I recognized the sword as an exact replica of my own. It even had the same inscription on the base of the blade, and seemed to weigh the same as well. "A little spell I picked up while back. It's much safer to use these while sparring than the actual blades."

"What do they do exactly?" I asked slightly confused. I gave the sword a few swings to test the weight. It was definitely exactly the same.

"They're known as ghost blades," he explained. "So named because the blades cannot damage anything or injure anyway. They can only make contact with other ghost blades. I can't remember whether it's part of the illusion or conjuration branch of magic, but it requires very little magical prowess, which is particularly good for me." He paused for a moment as he looked at his blade. It was a large blade, a fair bit longer and thicker than mine, and it looked like it would be heavy. With his muscles, though, I'm sure that he had no problem wielding it properly. "Now..." before I knew it, he had closed the gap between us and swung his blade at my head. Without even realizing it, I moved to block his sword with my own. My arm felt slightly jarred from the impact and I took a few steps back to reassess. He didn't relent, though. He came at me, swiping at my blade with a trio of strikes, the final one wrenching the sword from my grip. The sword clattered on the ground to my right, and while I was distracted with locating the semi-transparent blade, Dresnath impaled me with his. As he had said, the ghost blade simply went straight through me without any pain. I did feel an odd sense of coldness where the blade stuck me, right up until he dragged it out. He gave a satisfied smirk as he proclaimed, "Dead."

"Well, no duh!" I replied. "Isn't the teacher supposed to, I dunno, teach?" I was slightly peeved at his relentlessness during the joke of a sparring match. "You didn't even give me a chance."

"Exactly," he replied sternly, "and neither will any of our opponents." He stared at me with this harsh look. "Do you think that the criminals we go after will fight fairly? They'll use underhanded tricks and show no quarter. Not everything will be as easy as tackling a guy to the ground." He must've seen my startled and somewhat somber expression, because he sighed. "Look, I just want to make sure you survive out there. Everything I do, I do so that you won't end up dead. It may be harsh, but I can tell you can handle it."

I gave a weak protest, "But you're barely giving me a chance to learn."

"Not true," he replied. "With every bout, you'll learn a little more about how to wield a blade properly. You'll notice the windups and minutia of my attacks bit by bit and learn how to react to them."

"With how fast you're going?" I asked uncertainly. I could barely recognize the movements even while just replaying it in my mind.

He gave a small smile. "Alright, I'll slow down a bit," he offered, "at least until you get a bit better. But just remember, I've been doing this for a long time and you're just starting out, so try not to get too down on the fact that my skills are much farther along than yours. Try to give yourself some time to get used to it, okay?" He went over and grabbed the ghost blade that had fallen to the ground and handed it to me.

I nodded as I took a breath, mentally readying myself for round two. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind."

"Good, because this will likely take some practice." Without a warning, he came at me again. His movements were definitely slower, as he promised, but they were still difficult to keep up with. He swung slash after slash at me, not giving me any time to switch to the offensive. I barely managed to block his attacks quick enough before the blade touched my fur. As I readied for another one of his swings, I suddenly felt the same coldness as before. He had struck me with a stabbing strike right in the belly.

"Don't assume your opponent will stick to his pattern," he lectured. "If their regular style won't work, an opponent will switch their attack style up, as I just showed you. Don't fall into a lull, and don't assume you know what attack will come next. Watch for the signs and don't assume patterns will stick."

I nodded as I took in his practical lessons. This pattern lasted all throughout the rest of the evening and through twilight. I was constantly on the defensive, while Dresnath struck at me from every angle in every style he could think of. At some point during the training, we had taken off our shirts to relieve ourselves from the garments that had gotten sticky from our sweat. By the end of the session, I was drenched in sweat and panting tiredly.

Dresnath seemed to be tired, too, but not nearly as much as I was. He wasn't even panting to catch his breath. He looked at me and smiled. "You've got potential, kid."

Through my exhaustive panting, I managed to mutter, "... Thanks..." He tosses me a waterskin, which I catch and rapidly guzzled down every drop help within it.

Dresnath chuckled a bit before taking a drink from another one of the waterskins. "C'mon, there's a stream not too far from here. We can restock on water there. And hopefully get that stink off ya." He said the last part with a teasing smirk.

He wasn't wrong. The strenuous training had turned my scent heavy with unwanted odors, and the seventy-two hours of being catatonic in bed certainly didn't help. "Yeah," I murmured in agreement, "I could definitely use a bath."

Dresnath smirked at that and quickly added, "I'll say; I can smell ya from here."

"Hey!" I exclaimed in indignation. My countenance matched my indignant response with the addition of a hint of a blush reddening my cheeks.

He simply laughed at my reaction as he motioned me to follow him, "C'mon, stinky, the stream's this way." I frowned, but trod along behind him as he led me to a small stream. It wasn't all that wide, but looked deep enough to bathe in. Dresnath took no pause as he began stripping out of his pants to keep them dry. He definitely wasn't shy about being completely nude in front of me. I couldn't help but stare as he waded into the stream. The base of his tail was thick just like mine, but it still couldn't hide all of the dragon's toned ass. I only got a few seconds to look at it before he waded deep enough for the water to obscure the view.

I shook myself out of my little trance and began stripping to bathe as well. I was quite quick with doing so and basically dove into the water to hide the fact that my sheath was beginning to swell from the view I had gotten. I heard a chuckle from Dresnath as I glided through the water to the deepest part of the stream to clean myself off. At first I thought that he had caught a glimpse of the effect he had on me, but that was dismissed as he said, "I guess, being an otter, you've had a lot of experience swimming, huh?"

I gave a light chuckle as I mentally breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, we're definitely built for it, and I haven't known a single otter to not enjoy a good swim." Luckily for me, the chilled water was cooling me down in more than one way. It felt good to have the water running through my fur again. I was certainly familiar with the feeling of cold water surrounding me; there was hardly a day that went by that I could resist getting my fur wet in the ocean or the nearby lake in my village. I was fortunate that my fur was designed to insulate me from the freezing waters just enough to keep me warm enough, but still allowing me to cool down from things like scorching days and hard exercise.

"You know a lot of otters?" Dresnath inquired with a smile. He appeared genuinely interested.

"Yeah, there were two other families back in Rorche," I admitted, "and a few other families that had a bit of hybrid otter in them." I scrubbed through my fur, trying to get the sweat and grime out of it.

"That's pretty cool," he mused. "Get along with them all?" I couldn't help but notice that he seemed very keen on watching me bathe. Either that, or he simply wanted to just look at me while we talked even though I was naked and cleaning myself. It almost seemed... flattering.

"Uh, most of them," I replied, thinking back on all the encounters I had with the other otters and otter-kin. "The younger sea otters were always annoying, though." Dresnath continued to look at me. Perhaps he wanted me to elaborate. "They always were trying to get on our nerves by saying that sea otters are the best kind of otter. They were just kids, so I just tried to ignore them. They were likely just trying to get a rise out of us, anyways."

Dresnath nodded in agreement. "That's likely the case. You know the saying; kids will be kids." After that, he seemed content to simply wash himself clean. It didn't take us too much longer to finish washing. Dresnath strolled out of the water casually and, while looking over his shoulder, said, "I'm gonna go get dinner started, feel free to enjoy the water while it's cooking. Don't be too long, though, or your food might get cold."

"R-right," I stuttered slightly. "Thanks." His rump was on full display, and he didn't seem to mind one bit; his tail was even wagging slightly as he walked back towards the camp.

My blush came back with a vengeance as I watched him walk back. I just couldn't help myself, but I felt a bit guilty for doing it. I had no idea whether he was interested in me. Hell, I didn't even know whether or not he was interested in males. But, damn... he definitely was attractive. It was probably best to just keep my feelings to myself... for now at least.

I didn't tarry too much longer in the water. I only stayed long enough to soak my clothes to get out the sweat from them as well. I planned on letting them dry near the fire while we ate dinner. After I finished washing my pants, I walked back to the campsite. The fire had already been started along with the food that Dresnath was cooking. I could smell the food before I even made it into the glade, and it smelled good. I couldn't help but wonder just how good he was at cooking, and I was excited to find out.

While Dresnath focused on the cooking meats, I made a bee-line to my pack. I grabbed the first pair of pants I could find and fumbled to pull them on. Dresnath, who thankfully had already gotten clothed in one of his pairs of pants, chuckled at the display, which made me blush heavily. "You're quite the shy one, aren't ya?" He asked with a teasing smirk on his face. I didn't reply, instead simply placing my wet pants near the fire to dry. "It's alright if you are; I don't mind."

"Not exactly used to being naked around other people," I muttered softly. That was certainly not lie. I'd always felt a bit uneasy about nudity around other people, even while just quickly changing clothes. The only exceptions were my family; I always felt comfortable around them no matter what I was or wasn't wearing.

"That's alright," he replied with a genuine smile, "I used to be the same way. Just like with anything, though, it's something you get used to over time. If you want to that is."

I didn't know how to respond to that. It almost sounded as if he was asking if I'd like to continue to bathe with him after our sparring matches. I didn't know what to say, so I decided to just stay quiet.

"So," he said as he began splitting the cooked meats between two plates, "You'd asked about what I did to get the device for my tent, right?" I nodded with a smile, happy to hear the change of subject, taking my plate to eat during his story. "It was a few years ago while I was looking for work in Deyrala, the Northeastern region. I had already done a few odd jobs in the mercenary field of work, and, apparently, the lord of the region heard of me, though, I still don't know how. He sent one of his lackeys to fetch me and bring me to him, which, after ensuring that it wasn't some sort of ruse, I happily followed.

"Apparently," he continued after taking a few bites of his meal, "his son had gotten into a bit of trouble of the gambling variety, and he wanted me to get him out of it. Normally, I don't deal with debt collectors, with the exception when the loaner places ridiculous interest rates, but I told him that I'd speak to his son about it to find out if it's the kind of problem I could assist with. His son, who was the spitting image of his father, a ferret by the way, explained that he believed that the gambling establishment he frequented, had cheated him out of his money by some form or another. So, I told him that I'd look into it and see if I could do anything about it."

"Were they cheating?" I asked curiously. I had a feeling I knew the answer, but I was eager to hear it for myself.

Dresnath chuckled at my enthusiasm and replied, "Well, if you let me finish my story, you'll find out, now won't you?" He spoke the chastisement with a tone of amusement rather than annoyance. "I struck up a deal with the lord to investigate the gambling den. He gave me an advance so that I could check out the den. It seemed like every other gambling den at first, several tables of card and dice games going on and a bar for those who enjoy mixing their gambling with alcohol, not a smart thing to do, by the way. I went through about have my coin before I caught onto their trick." He seemed to pause for dramatic effect, almost as if testing to see if I'd interrupt him again.

"It turned out, the owner had hired people to act as pawns. He had them sit in on the games so that the dealers could give them the good hands without looking too suspicious about deck-stacking. I managed to 'convince' the people to go to the lord and tell him exactly how they were hired and what they were hired to do. That gave him enough proof to shut down the gambling den and return the money to the victims, his son included. Thank the gods for obsessive ledger keeping. I got my pay, the son got his coin back, and the lord got a great response from the people who got their coin returned to them. My pay was originally just supposed to be a lump sum of gold, a portion of what I got back, but because of how happy the citizens got, he also included that little trinket that's been oh-so helpful, along with getting to be a guest in the manor for couple days so I could rest up before I set off again."

I sat there so enthralled in the story, I was a bit sad that it ended so soon. Trying to get more out of the story, I asked, "What was it like to be a guest in the manor of one of the lords?"

"In a word," Dresnath chuckled, "comfortable. The beds were quite cozy, bouncy even, and the food was delicious, fresh, and well-prepared. The company was quite pleasant as well." He said the last sentence with a smirk and a tone of remembrance that also shone in his eyes.

Half of me was curious as to what he meant and the other half had a feeling I might feel awkward if I did. The former half won out as I ask, "Do you mean the son, the lord, or someone else who was there?"

"The son," he answered, his smirk widening as I asked. "He was quite the adventurous sort more than just in the gambling den, and he sure didn't mind stay up late for some fun." I blushed as he said it. Whatever I thought he might've meant, I didn't expect that. He laughed as he saw my blush. "Boy, you are quite easy to embarrass; I don't even have to try to do it. Having you around is gonna be even more fun than I first thought!"

"Guess I was caught off-guard," I replied sheepishly as I picked at the remaining food on my plate.

"Well, I suppose most people tend to imagine dragons as a strong, proud race mostly interesting in hoarding valuables and breeding females," he replied. "Why would you be any different?"

I shook my hands and my head defensively, "That's not what I meant at all! Well, not exactly... I- I just-" I stopped as I saw him smirking evilly. "You're messing with me, aren't you?"

He lets out a belly laugh, "Oh, please, do go on! I wanna hear what you were gonna get yourself out of that one!" I let him laugh himself out while I simply gave him an unamused look. That seemed to only amuse him more, though. After a bit, he calmed down enough to speak. "But in all seriousness, I get it," he continued with a genuine smile. "Not many people expect a strong dragon like myself to be into males, but I am. That's not to say I don't enjoy females as well. Hope it doesn't bother you."

"Uh- no- not at all," I stammered a bit. "I, uh, I'm actually bi, too." My face felt burning hot as I outed myself to him. My blush probably blatantly shone through my fur.

"Well, then," he replied, his smile never fading, "sounds like we've got another thing in common, huh? Glad to hear that it won't be a problem." He finished his meal and began cleaning up the area, packing everything to save time in the morning. "We should probably get some shut-eye. We still have a long way to go before arriving at the next city."

I nodded in agreement and helped him clean up. We both went into his tent. It seemed more spacious than it looked, yet the space was quite empty. There was a large sleeping mat on the ground, with several blankets of different thickness on top of it. We both slid under the blankets, but only kept the lightest one on since it was a warm night. I could feel Dresnath's tail brush up against me every so often, whether it was intentional or not I didn't know. Despite that, the weariness I felt from the walk and training helped me fall asleep quickly.

The next several days consisted to that same pattern as the first. We walked and talked with each other during the day, trained for an hour or two before dusk, and afterwards, we'd eat and he'd share a story about his more memorable jobs. A couple of the nights, when I wasn't too exhausted, I read the introductory book to magic. It was all about theory rather than application, but Dresnath told me that in order to eventually be able to cast spells, I'd need to learn the material in that book.

"We should be arriving in Astol sometime around tomorrow afternoon," Dresnath informed me as I sat down to eat the supper he prepared. I had just gotten back from bathing after another hard training session and we were both only wearing pants, opting to leave our shirts off.

"Glad to hear that we're almost there," I replied with a smile as I took my bowl of venison and sliced apples.

"And look," he continued with a teasing tone, "you didn't have to be bandit bait again!" I rolled my eyes and scoffed at his joke, but couldn't help smiling. He simply chuckled at my reaction.

"Yeah," I replied sarcastically, "I was promoted from bandit bait to training dummy."

Dresnath laughed, "I'd say it's still an improvement." I shook my head and grinned. "Speaking of improvement, you did much better today."

"Still couldn't land a hit on you," I mumbled.

"Yeah, well you aren't gonna become that good in less than a week," he replied. "I have been doing this for a lot longer than you." He gave me a friendly smile before he continued. "The number of hits you've been taking has gone down with every lesson, though."

I looked up from my food and asked, "Really?" I was genuinely surprised. I hadn't been keeping track of how many times I got hit, but it didn't feel like it had been going down.

He grinned as he saw my reaction. "Yep, I've been keeping track. It seems like this kind of training's working for you." I heard a bit of pride in his voice, but I couldn't tell whether it was because his style of teaching was working or that I was learning from him, or perhaps a bit of both. "I say that we've earned something special." He grabbed his bag and pulled out a bottle of wine. "It's our pay for the delivery job, so we should share it." He uncorked the bottle and poured the red liquid into two metal mugs before handing one to me.

I hesitantly took it. "I, uh, I've never actually drank alcohol before," I admitted bashfully.

"Really?" Dresnath asked surprised. "Never?" I shook my head. "Well, now's your chance."

I took an experimental sip. It tasted a little tart but overall fruity and smooth. I smiled happily and said, "This is good."

Dresnath chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, alcohol certainly can be." He sipped some of his.

"So, do you have another story tonight?" I asked eagerly. I had grown to love his tales of adventure and feats of valor.

He tapped his chin thoughtfully before replying, "I think I have a better idea. I've told you a lot of stories, but I've barely gotten to know you. From what I've gathered, though, you don't have many stories to tell, so instead, how about we learn a bit more about each other through a drinking game?"

I cocked my eyebrow in a confused expression. "A drinking game?" I repeated.

"Yeah, we get to learn more about each other and get a buzz while doing so," he explained with a smirk. "It's called 'never have I ever.' We take turns saying, 'never have I ever,' and then say something that you've never done. If the other person's done it, then they take a drink of their wine."

"Sounds simple enough," I replied. I saw no reason why not to do it. It sounded like a fun way to get to know him even better. "You start."

"Alright," he paused to think of a question. "Never have I ever swam in the ocean for fun."

I chuckled and said, "Sure, go for an easy one." I took a sip of my wine. "If you wanna go easy one, alright. Never have I ever flown without assistance."

He laughed and took a drink. "Alright, no more easy ones," he replied. "Never have I ever fallen asleep while on the job."

I shook my head. "Nope. Never have I ever... stolen anything."

Dresnath took a sip before defending, "It was for a job and the owner stole it first, so it was more like repossessing." I nodded in agreement. "Never have I ever gotten a regular job."

I took a sip, emptying the mug. As Dresnath refilled my cup, I said "I worked with my brother at a fishery to help support the family. Never have I ever broken a bone before."

Dresnath took a very long drink, emptying his mug and refilling it. I gave him a curious look as to why he drank so much, to which he replied, "I've had a lot of breaks. You wouldn't believe how long it takes for wings to heal properly. That was not at all."

"I bet it was very painful as well," I replied. I couldn't even imagine how a broken wing would feel, mostly because I didn't have them, but I had a feeling it would be worse than most other bones.

"Like you wouldn't believe." He gave a slight grimace at what I assumed to be the memory of the painful break. "Never have I ever saved anyone who was drowning."

I smiled as I felt a small bit of pride at the memory. I took a drink from my replenished cup and said, "That was quite the day. His parents were so grateful that they had my family over for a nice dinner."

"Mind if I ask for a few more details?" He seemed quite interested in hearing about my tale.

"Of course," I replied, more than happy to share my only story of heroism. "I was about thirteen at the time, and I had decided to take a swim in the ocean. I noticed a young wolf had been dragged out by the rip current, and seemed to be having trouble getting back to shore. So, I swam out there, calmed him down, and dragged him back to shore."

Dresnath's smile never faded as I told him my simple rescue story. "Sounds like you were quite the hero," he said.

"Well, it's nothing quite as daring or dangerous as the stunts you've pulled off," I replied, "but I suppose I did receive quite a bit of praise for that." There was a brief pause before I continued, "My turn..."

The game continued for a while like this. I lost count of how many mug-fulls I had, but I found out that we earned more than just that one bottle of wine.

"You sure you wanna keep playing?" Dresnath asked, grinning widely as I was giggling. "You seem kinda drunk."

"Well, I'm not slurring my words," I replied, "so I can't be_too_ drunk." I was still thinking clearly enough to know that I was still in control of myself, but I was certainly edging closer to going over the line. I smirked evilly as I came up with a funny thought. "Never have I ever gathered up all my coin in a pile to sleep on like it's my own hoard!"

I could see a slight blush as Dresnath looked slightly shocked at my shot. When Dresnath reluctantly took his drink of wine, I burst out laughing. "Hey!" he snapped, trying to sound firm, but I could hear the undertone of embarrassment. "You'd have a hell of a hard time finding a dragon that's never done that at least once!" His defensiveness only pressed me to laugh harder. "Fine, fine, laugh all you want." He simply sat there and rolled his eyes while I laughed myself out. "Alright, you wanna play? Never have I ever mated with an otter."

That quickly cut off my laugher and made my blush at least three times as bright as Dresnath had been. I quietly sipped at my wine as Dresnath smirked and laughed to himself. "And here I was half-expecting you to be a virgin."

"What's that supposed to mean!?" I asked, sounding more defensive than I meant to.

"Just that you're always so embarrassed about my teasing jokes," he replied in a teasing tone and with a smirk on his face, "especially anything that has to do with sex. So, who was he or she?"

"I don't think that the game requires me to say," I said.

"Aww, don't be like that," he said with a smile plastered across his face. "I'm just curious. I want to get to know you better."

"Well," I said slightly playfully, "you'll have to get to know me a lot more before I tell you who my first was."

"Oh?" he asked. "And how exactly am I supposed to get to know you better?"

"Isn't that what this game's supposed to be for?" I teased. "My turn." With Dresnath's previous devious question, I figured I might respond in kind. "Never have I ever mated with a dragon before."

Dresnath cocked his eye-ridge and smirked before taking another long drink. "I've had plenty of 'em, if you'd like to know what it's like."

His teasing tone only helped my blush grow, but this time I wasn't so much as embarrassed as curious. "And if I do?" I replied, grinning widely and setting down my mug.

That got Dresnath's attention. His ear fins twitched and his muzzle curled into a smirk. "Are you implying something?" he asked in a coy tone.

"Maaaaybe," I replied as I scooted closer to him. "And if I am?"

In a slightly more serious tone, he asked, "Just how drunk are you exactly?" He sounded as if he wanted a truthful and serious answer.

I replied honestly, but still with a playful tone, "Drunk enough to know just how much I really want this, but not enough for you to feel guilty about taking advantage of me." I smiled up at him and pawed at his chest.

He chuckled a bit before replying, "Well, that sounds like the perfect amount to me." He slowly leaned over and slid his dexterous tongue over my cheek. My fur felt tingly as his clawed hand slid behind my neck and his muzzle brushed against mine.

I didn't take things quite as slow as Dresnath. As soon as his draconic lips touched mine, I basically pounced on him, pushing him onto his back and lying on top of him as we began to make out. The kiss didn't last too long, as I broke it to lick along his neck playfully. Dresnath chuckled and stroked my back as he said, "I like drunk you. You're much more relaxed and fun like this."

I couldn't help but arch my back into his hands as they ran along my spine. "I don't have to be drunk to have fun like this, you know," I replied before giving one of his ear fins a gentle nip.

"Is that so?" he said with a knowing smirk. "Am I gonna get to see the sober frisky you?"

I knew what he wanted to hear; I could hear the eagerness in his voice, hoping that I'd say "yes." But I didn't. Instead, I said in a teasing tone, "That depends on how much I enjoy tonight."

Dresnath's signature smirk grew wider as he replied, "That sounds like a challenge, and I do love a good challenge." He quickly rolled over so that he was above me. He licked just below my ear before whispering, "And what does this adorable otter desire?"

I felt my face blush hot at the compliment, but rather than making me shy and flustered like those kinds of compliments usually do, it seemed to only embolden me. "Well," I started as if thoughtfully, "you've gotten to see every inch of me, so I think it's only fitting that I get to see every inch of you."

He smiled at the request. "Well, who am I to deny such a cutie his wish." He stood up and began to slowly undo the buttons fastening his trousers. "Although, you'll have to do a little work if you want to see every inch of me." He let his trousers fall to the ground and stepped out of them, revealing the one portion of his body that I'd yet to see. To my surprise, he had no visible genitalia. What he did have was a long slit where they should've been. "First time with a reptile, I take it?" he asked with a smirk. I nodded, still blushing. "Well, reptiles' bits are hidden in slits rather than sheathes. You just gotta coax it out." He pauses for a moment. "How about we move into the tent for this. It'll be more comfortable." He was already heading into it before I even answered. "And take those pants off, too. Not fair that I'm the only one naked here."

"If you insist," I replied with a grin, stepping out of my trousers as I walked into the tent after him, not hiding the fact that I was staring that his rump as I walked. Just as he turned around, I wrapped my arms around him, nuzzling into his chest and grinding my sheath against his groin. I could feel the heat radiate from his body. "Do you know how sexy you are?"

With a cocky tone and a smirk, he replied, "Based on what others have told me, I'd say very sexy." He ran his claws down my back, making my nerves tingle with excitement. "And you're quite the attractive otter." He playfully licked along the top of my head. "Now that you got me naked, what do you plan to do?"

I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but rather than tell him, I decided to show him. I knelt down on the sleeping mat so that my face was level with his crotch. It was new seeing a reptile like this. It almost looked like a pussy, but it was slightly higher up than where that would've been, and male musk was very present. Deciding to tease him a bit, I used my index and middle finger to gently stroke along the slit, but not press in yet. Dresnath let out a soft, pleasant growl. I smirked at how sensitive it was; this was going to be fun. Rather than gradually increase my ministrations, I wanted to throw him off guard. So, without warning, I quickly closed the gap between his slit and my face and shot my tongue inside him, rubbing it along his insides.

Dresnath growled loudly in pleasure as his hand shot down and gripped the back of my head out of instinct. "Damn, pup, you sure are eager!" He certainly didn't seem to mind, though. He grinded his hips against my face as I lapped at his inner walls. I didn't know what I expected him to taste like, but the subtle saltiness of it mildly surprised me. "That's it," he murred happily, "definitely gonna get to see every inch of me if you keep this up."

He wasn't wrong. I could already start to feel his sleeping beast start to wake and come out of the cave. At the deepest my tongue could go, I could feel his tip beginning to push against me. As much as I usually loved foreplay, my drunk mind was only interested in the main event. I hastened my tongue-fucking of his slit, very eager to see my prize.

As soon as I felt his tip begin to push out of his slit, I pulled back a bit. I wanted to properly see him grow erect. Dresnath didn't miss a beat, taking over by stimulating himself so I could watch. But as he began to evert, I got a bit of a surprise.

"Two?" I asked. Dresnath was sporting two slowly erecting penises, both looking identical with their azure blue color and spaded tips.

Dresnath smirked at my surprise. "Yep," he replied proudly, "I'm packing two cocks here. Hope you're okay with that."

I licked my lips, my curiosity and love of new experiences far outweighed my surprise after the initial shock. "I'm very okay with it," I purred. While I watched him stroking himself, I did the same. It didn't take quite as much effort for me to get hard; the mixture of his scent and taste from before had already gotten me pretty hot. After only a few moments, I had grown to my full eight-inch length.

"Good," Dresnath smiled, "I was hoping it wouldn't bother ya." As his members grew larger, he began using both hands to stroke them, one for each. He wasn't even fully erect before he began leaking pre. Either he just naturally produced a large amount, or he hadn't gotten laid in a while. As they passed the ten-inch mark, I was beginning to get a little nervous. Just how big was he? Luckily, he didn't grow much beyond that, stopping at what appeared to be around a foot-long with a thickness that matched. Much bigger than I was used to.

"Fuck, you're big," I muttered.

"Why thank you," Dresnath replied with a boastful smirk. He gently scratched me behind my ear. "It's not gonna be too much, for ya, is it?"

Even one of the was longer and thicker than anything I'd taken before, but it didn't look impossibly big. "No way I could take both, but I should manage to take one of them. Just be careful, okay?"

He knelt down and lightly gripped my chin, making me look him in the eye as his face neared mine. He smiled and said with the most genuine tone, "I would never do anything to hurt you." He didn't give me a chance to respond before kissing me again. I melted into the kiss as he guided me onto my back before pulling back. "And what are you packing down here?" he asked teasingly as he moved to check out my unsheathed shaft.

I blushed heavily and purred as he rubbed at my member while examining it. "Not exactly as interesting as yours," I admitted. My fully-erected shaft was fully exposed for him to examine. It was a muddy red color and the head tapered into a point. Aside from that, it was pretty unremarkable. Dresnath seemed interested in the orbs that lay at the base of my cock though. He sniffed at my balls and gave them a playful lick as he caught my eyes.

"I'd say that you're quite interesting," Dresnath said as he licked his draconic lips. I was about to respond, but only managed to let out a loud squeak as I felt two of Dresnath's scaly fingers force themselves into my tailhole. Dresnath smiled and chuckled at my reaction. "You know, your squeaks are quite cute." I gave an embarrassed whine at the compliment which got another laugh. "I think you're gonna need to a little loosening up," he said mater-of-factly. "Better safe than sorry, right?"

I nodded in agreement. "Especially with cocks like yours." I couldn't help but try to get another glimpse, a fact that clearly didn't go unnoticed by the dragon.

"Eager for some more time with 'em?" he asked in his signature teasing tone. He pulled his finger from my rear before moving to lie on his back, beckoning me to join him. "C'mon, pup, get that rudderbutt over here."

Having an idea of what he wanted, I smiled as I crawled over to him and got on top of him so that I was facing his throbbing dual members while giving him access to whatever he wanted. Without waiting, I grabbed his right beast of a cock and began licking along it. I could taste the pre that had already begun leaking down the shaft. It was salty as expected, but had a spicy kick to it that made it taste so good and unique. Dresnath murred in pleasure as I tended to his dragonhood, "Such a good otter. Definitely not your first blowjob, huh?"

I chuckled. "Not in the least," I replied, showing off my oral skills. I alternated from my haphazard, exploratory licks to more methodical licks. I planned on tasting every inch of his cocks. As I was enjoying the pleasant taste of his meat, I felt his hands grip at my plump rear end as he was undoubtedly enjoying the view. I hiked my tail up high for him as his claws pressed against my flesh. He let out an approving growl before giving my right cheek a playful nip with his sharp fangs.

I let out a yelp from the sudden, sharp pricking of Dresnath's teeth, making him chuckle a bit. I was about to berate him, but was cut off when I felt his hot muzzle shove itself under my tail as he held my cheeks apart with his hands. His long tongue dragged itself over my taint and my tailhole. I couldn't help but let out a shuddering moan as his dexterous organ teased me, my tail wagging wildly. "You like that, huh?" Dresnath asked, undoubtedly smirking at my reaction.

"Gods, yes!" I squeaked enthusiastically, wiggling my hind end slightly. Wanting to reciprocate the pleasure, I took the head of one of his cocks into my muzzle, sucking on it gently as I stroked the other saliva-slickened shaft.

Dresnath murred happily, gently thrusting his groin closer to me. "That's a good boy. Keep this up, and you'll be rewarded." I began bobbing my head along his shaft, taking a little more each time and being very careful with my teeth. My eyes were half-lidded as I allowed myself to get lost in his slightly spicy-tasting precum and thick, musky scent. My eyes widened as I felt Dresnath's strong, muscular tongue slide itself deep into me. I let out a long, pleasured moan around the thick shaft occupying my muzzle. "That's it, otter boy, moan for me."

Pulling off his dick, I murred, "Gods, your tongue feels so good back there!" Dresnath chuckled before going back to skillfully rimming me out. I'd gotten plenty of rimjobs before, but Dresnath's tongue simply reached much deeper and felt much better than I'd ever experienced. I returned to my job at pleasuring him, switching to his other member. I bobbed along his massive length, lightly suckling and running my tongue along the head whenever the opportunity presented itself. I could tell that my treatment was working; he was leaking more and more precum and I could feel his ragged breathing warming my rear.

Dresnath pulled his tongue away from me again, panting hotly. "Damn it, pup, you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up." I smirked inwardly, taking his length as deep as I could as I stroked his other one. Dresnath thrusted his hips upwards and his tail lashed about wildly. Just as I felt the first strong pulse radiate through his shafts, signifying he was just about to climax, I removed him from my muzzle pressed his hemipenes together, stroking them wildly with both hands. I could hear Dresnath give a mix between a loud growl and a satisfied moan as his cocks began shooting his seed. Unable to resist, I leaned over with my mouth wide open to catch as much as I could. Most of it simply smeared onto my face, but I caught a few mouthfuls which I gratefully swallowed down. It was spicy like his pre, but tasted much stronger.

As his climax died down, I rolled off him and onto my back. My jaw was a bit sore and so were my arms from stroking him and holding myself steady. Before I knew it, Dresnath was over me, smiling widely. "You know," he said before licking some of his seed from my face, "you look very cute like this."

I chuckled and playfully hit his chest. "You're such a perverted dragon," I retorted, blushing heavily. His tongue traveled all over my face, scooping up all the cum that covered my face and cleaning me up. I couldn't help but laugh not just because I found what he was doing funny, but because his tongue was tickling me a bit as it went along the edges of my face and neck.

"And you," he replied, gently tapping my nose, "are an adorably naughty otter." I smiled bashfully at his words. He was just so charming and sweet. I gasped as I felt his hand suddenly firmly grasp my cock. "And you're still in need of getting off, aren't you?" I whimpered softly as he very slowly stroked me; it seemed more like teasing than actually trying to pleasure me. "Isn't that right, pup?"

I nodded and squeaked, "Yes, I need release." I gently humped into his hand and murred at the sensation.

"Does the needy otter want me to stroke him until he cums all over himself?" Dresnath had the most teasing smirk plastered on his face as he asked. He seemed intent on making me whine and whimper in his grasp.

I didn't mind, though. I even played it up by nodding emphatically and humping more into him. "Please, Dresnath, I want you to make me cum!"

Dresnath grinned widely at my reaction. "Yeah? And you want me to stroke you off?" I continued to nod and whine in need. "You sure? You know, if you ask nicely, I might do more than just use my hand." He hungrily licked his draconic lips with that long tongue of his, making his point hard to miss.

The offer made me shudder in excitement. "Enasfu must be pleased with me," I muttered quietly, making Dresnath chuckle. I gave his neck a playful lick before asking, "Would the generous dragon please suck me off?"

Dresnath 'hmm'ed and tapped his chin as if considering my request. "I dunno," he answered teasingly. I looked up at him, smiling and chuckling at his odd sense of humor before leaning upwards and gave him a brief, but lustful kiss. "Well, since you asked so nicely." He moved himself down so his face was level with my already-aching cock. His through rimjob had already gotten me very hot and very aroused.

I moaned as I felt his tongue drag itself over my slightly tapered tip. Dresnath smirked and engulfed my entire cock into his muzzle all the way down to my sheath. "Oh, gods!" I growled as I unintentionally thrust my hips into his snout. "So warm." I placed one of my hands on the back of his head, finding that his spikes were surprisingly able to be pressed down and out of the way.

My dragon partner seemed to have had at least a little practice with giving blowjobs. His tongue was quickly finding all the sensitive points hidden around my shaft, making it impossible for me to not hump into that hot maw of his. Suddenly, I felt a pressure against my tailhole before it opened up to accept, judging by the feeling, two of Dresnath's fingers. The sudden, but certainly not unwanted intrusion made me shoot a jet of precum into Dresnath's already wet muzzle, and he immediately swallowed it.

I moaned eagerly as my tail wagged from pleasure. It was apparent that Dresnath was enjoying himself as well, judging by how his twin dicks were already back to full mast. I couldn't see them, but I could definitely feel them with my tail. I grinned to myself as I rubbed the back of his head. "Is the dragon enjoying himself?" I asked in a teasing voice. I got my answer, not in words, but with a sharp thrust of his third finger forcing its way into my tailhole and forcing a pleasured groan out of me.

I knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I was already primed and in need of release before he started his blowjob, and now I was barely holding myself back. "Not sure... how much longer... I can last," I managed to get out between my needy moans. Dresnath took the hint and increased his fingering and starting sucking forcefully along my shaft. With the increased attention, I knew I wouldn't last long. I gripped the back of Dresnath's head and held him right against my crotch as I grinded against him.

I let out a loud moan as I felt myself go over the edge and began shooting my load right into Dresnath's waiting mouth. My climax didn't last nearly as long as his did, but it sure felt fantastic. After it ended, I lay back on the mat and panted as I enjoyed my afterglow. "Damn, you felt so good," I murmured.

Dresnath chuckled as he gently stroked at my furry chest. "Glad to hear that you enjoyed it." He sounded sincerely happy that I was having a good time; it was sweet how much he cared. Then, he crawled over me with a predatorial grin plastered across his face. His comparatively large frame dwarfed my own, and the fact that his wings extended outwards and draped over me only made me feel even smaller. It wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, it gave me an odd sense of comfort, as if Dresnath would keep me safe from any harm.

I smiled up sheepishly at the hovering dragon. "Hi," I said meekly.

"Hey there," he replied casually. Then, not so casually, he licked from above my nose upwards and along my head. It wasn't a kind of foreplay I was accustomed to, but it definitely wasn't unpleasant. And then I felt them. He must've moved his hips, because I could feel his twins press against my plump rump. "You ready, pup?"

There was no hesitation in my nod. "Just one, though," I reminded him as I spread and lifted my legs to give him better access. There was no way I would be able to take both of his. Although, the idea was definitely arousing.

He grinned at me and replied with a caring tone, "I wouldn't let you even if you asked." He licked at my nose before one of his hands went down to maneuver his rods. "Stop me if you need to, because I tend to get very into it." I felt one of his spaded-tipped cocks nestle itself right against my entrance, ready to enter as soon as Dresnath decided.

"I was hoping you'd say that," I murred lustfully, my tail wagging with excitement. With a bestial growl, Dresnath plunged what felt like a third of his rod into me, making me let out an admittedly effeminate moan. Embarrassed about the feminine noise I made, I blushed heavily, but Dresnath simply smiled down at me. He seemed to have liked my reaction.

While he gave me a little time to adjust to his thick cock, he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. It was such a gentle action for someone who appeared so intimidating. "Damn, you're such a cute guy," he murred sweetly.

I grabbed the back of his head to pull him into another passionate kiss. I could still taste the remnants of my cream mixed in with his saliva. "And you," I replied after he pulled back, "are irresistibly sexy. Now don't keep me waiting."

The looming dragon seemed to have a feral glint in his eye at my request; I could just tell that this would be an experience that I would not soon forget. I gasped as I felt him sharply buck his hips, sending a couple more inches into my slightly loosened hole. He slowly began to start thrusting into my rear while his other member grinded against mine, and it felt incredibly! Obviously, having someone with such large endowments brought with it the initial stinging as I adjusted, but the wine I'd imbibed dulled the painful sensation, allowing me to enjoy the satisfying pleasure that coursed through my body.

I wasn't sure how much of his shaft he'd managed to cram into me so far, but I was certainly feeling very filled. I wrapped my arms around his large frame as I writhed in pleasure, grinding my shaft against scaly belly and shaft. Dresnath was grinning as he watched me. He looked a bit self-satisfied at how much I was enjoying him. "Is the adorable, little otter having fun being bred?"

I blushed heavily at the way he put it. Despite my obvious embarrassment, I smiled and replied, "He very much is." I nuzzled up against his neck and gave a sharp moan of pleasure as he slammed himself flush against my rear. I was a bit surprised that I was able to handle his entire monstrous member. I felt him growl playfully as he grinded his scaly hips against my fuzzy ass. "By the gods, he most definitely is!"

Dresnath chuckled and licked at my head. "Such a good pup," he cooed. After a bit of sensual grinding, he went back to thrusting. He utilized the entirety of his twelve-inch rod, pulling out right to the tip before slamming it all the way back in. With every deep thrust, his cock grinded against my prostate, sending intense shockwaves of pleasure pulsing all throughout my body. His primal growling and grunting clashed with my gleeful murring and moaning, creating a discordant mixture that was surprisingly pleasing to my ears.

I felt one of his hands reach under him and grasp both our shafts, stroking them rapidly without even slowing his pace down any. "Gods, you're so tight down here!" Dresnath growled. "Feels incredible!" I could feel him speeding his pace up a bit, and my belly was covered in a mix of our precum; obviously, it consisted mostly of his.

"Not so much that I'm tight," I grunted, "but it's more that you're just fucking huge!" *I clenched my tailhole around him to drive my point home.

"You're such a flatterer," he teased as he gave a particularly powerful thrust, forcing a cute squeak out of my throat. That thrust turned into the new tempo. He packed so much strength into each shove that it I could feel the impact all throughout my body. That, combined with the electrical pleasure coursing through my being, was more than enough to push me past the precipice.

I let out a strangled mixture of a moan and a trill as I eagerly humped into Dresnath's grasping hand. It felt so good, Dresnath's hand rhythmically squeezing our shafts together, the feeling of being stretched by his thick shaft, and having my prostate pressed upon. The combination was just incredible after about a week of having no one to mate with.

I didn't know how long I lasted, but by the time m climax was over, I was panting with what probably looked like the stupidest smile slapped on my face. Dresnath looked down at me with a cocky grin on his face. "You good?" he asked. I could only nod as I was catching my breath. "Good," he replied, smiling deviously.

I hadn't even noticed that he had halted his motions, but I certainly noticed when he started back up again. He went from stagnation to fucking like a rabbit in heat in less than two seconds. I couldn't contain my yelp of surprise from the rapid onslaught. He must've already been very close, because he didn't last too much longer. I felt a rush of air as his wings suddenly shot straight out and he let out a very primal, bestial roar that startled me. A moment later, I felt the rush of warm seed cover my torso and fill up my insides.

I felt an odd sensation of fullness as Dresnath's seed flowed into me. By the time he was finished, I felt marked in the full sense of the word. Dresnath rolled to his back, panting heavily and his member slipping out of me. The sudden emptiness felt strange after being mated like that. Dresnath gave a toothy grin as our eyes met. He asked in a playful voice, "Did that satisfy your curiosity?"

I chuckled and wrapped my arm around his chest. "I'm very satisfied," I replied, nuzzling into him.

He adjusted himself so that his wing and arm were around me, holding me close to him. He licked at my forehead again before saying, "Me too." I cuddled up to him as we enjoyed our afterglows. I felt so relaxed and safe in his arms, I barely managed to stay awake for another few minutes before drifting off to sleep.