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Part 1: Impregnation

Izuru Kamukura did not get tired, but he was very much tired of running. The people behind the Kamukura project didn't want to let him go, but of course they didn't. He was too valuable an asset, too interesting a guinea pig to just let him run away. It was a miracle they hadn't implanted a tracking device in him. He had gotten lucky there, he supposed.

The day he came across Clan Mahlaandun, it was raining. His hair and clothes were soaked, clinging to his body tightly, revealing a lifetime of abuse. He shook wet bangs from his face in vain, curling his lip to curse the weather. Light territory wasn't known for being particularly rainy, but he must've come at a bad time.

A bolt of lightning illuminated the clearing for a moment, and Izuru sensed someone behind him. He whirled around faster than the lightning bolt itself, red eyes narrowed in the direction of whatever was approaching him. And there it stood, a pastel-colored Coatl dragon, casting a field of magic to protect himself from the pouring rain. He lifted his head and feather crests when Izuru turned to address him.

"Hello. You've been running for an awfully long time, haven't you?" The Coatl asked. "My name is Javert Wildfang. Come with me back to my den, you can keep warm until the storm passes."

A cold shudder passed through Izuru's body. "How can I trust you?" He asked lowly.

"You'll just have to have faith," Javert replied, smiling coyly. "Come now. The offer won't last long."

For a moment, Izuru hesitated, unsure. Then, he darted over to the Coatl's side, passing through the magic barrier and finally getting protection from the rain. Even so, there was no way he could know how this one moment was going to change his life.

Javert led him back to his secluded den, hidden behind rubble and columns. Izuru weaved through the defenses alongside him, then carefully entered the den through the door. Javert shut it softly behind him, dropping the magic barrier as he moved skillfully through the house, gathering blankets and towels before arranging them in front of the fire in the living room. There was already quite the nest further towards the center of the room, where another creature -- a human, Izuru realized -- rested, sleeping peacefully.

He had a strange feeling in his stomach as he wrapped a blanket around himself, starting to shiver slightly.

"Tell me," Javert began to speak softly, sitting beside Izuru, far enough so that he wasn't in the other man's personal space, but close enough so that Izuru could feel the warmth from his body. He blinked small, narrowed purple eyes in his direction. "What would you do to stop running?"

Izuru stared at him in response. "I... do not understand the question."

Javert lifted a paw and licked it, drawing it over his face as he groomed himself much like a cat would. "My Clan is having a problem," he explained. "Our eggs are not incubating inside of the carriers correctly and are dying. Those that are laid are often already gone."

He felt a different kind of shiver run through him. "Continue."

"Humans are... very good at birthing dragons," Javert purred. He continued his self-grooming, not looking right at Izuru anymore. "The eggs and offspring surviving are doing so by being birthed by humans." Javert motioned over to the man in the homemade nest. "He is one of several who have agreed to carry for us. As of right now, he is ovulating. Tonight was to be our night." He looked back at Izuru. "I can smell your fertility, we all can. Dragons all across the continent have been having issues reproducing. You are very lucky I found you and not someone else, someone who wouldn't give you a choice."

"Do I still have a choice?" Izuru growled. "If I say no, you will evict me. Am I right?"

"No, of course not. We dragons respect the wishes of those who do not wish to birth, but do keep in mind, our experiences are nothing like yours," Javert replied. "For one, our offspring are indeed larger. You could carry either eggs or live children, you will not know until they become large enough to see on an ultrasound. Either way, birth is a pleasurable experience for us. I have been told that it is quite the incredible experience."

Izuru shuddered once more. "I... I would like to run no longer. If that means... if that means bearing children for dragons, I have done worse. I will do it."

Javert smiled. "Good. I will take you to my private quarters and get you warmed up." He flicked his tail towards the larger nest. "I will lay with him later. Your situation is a bit more... time-sensitive. I can sense that your ovulation will end soon."

"I... was not expecting it to happen so suddenly," Izuru murmured. Even with his hesitation, there was a part of him that did want this. He had no chance of having a family another way. This was likely as close as he would come. "But... I suppose, if that is what I must do."

"Again, I will not force you to do anything. If you do not wish to birth, I will not force it upon you. Others less civilized might, but I will not. If you do get pregnant now, it is likely you will give birth around the same time as Gundham -- the other human." Javert explained. "Having someone to share the experience with certainly makes it feel less alienating."

Izuru swallowed, faced with the first choice he'd ever been given in his life. For the hundredth time, Izuru envied his twin brother, who lived a normal, human life. Meanwhile, Izuru was about to begin a life among dragons.

"Alright. I consent."

Javert smiled once more, then started to retreat deeper into the den. "Follow," he ordered softly. Izuru's legs were a little shaky when he got up to follow him, heart pounding. All his life, he'd been told how aggressive dragons were, how mean and ruthless they were. That they meant to harm humans.

As soon as Javert led him into a smaller den in the back, though, and stared at him expectantly, Izuru became confused. "What...?" He started to ask cautiously.

"I cannot please you very much with your soaking wet clothes still on," Javert said simply. "You will have to take them off, Long-Haired One. Ah, yes, you have not told me your name."

Izuru looked away as he started to take off his tie, then removed his suit jacket. "Izuru Kamukura," he finally said. He stripped slowly, cautiously, hesitating over his belt for a moment as his wet bangs dripped water onto the floor. He had to appear confident about this, though, so he removed it in the end, sliding his pants and underwear down around his ankles. Bearing himself to this dragon he had only met less than an hour ago. He had never been naked in a consensual way before, and all of this was new to him.

Javert's tongue flicked out from between his lips, and his pupils widened a little. Izuru was in no great condition, but he seemed to like what he saw. "Yes, you are perfect. You will fill out soon, and be a healthy weight. I will make sure of that." He noticed the scars on Izuru's chest. "Ah. You have had some corrective surgery, I assume?"

"I wanted it," Izuru replied. "My anatomy made me uncomfortable."

"It is fine. In the event you have live children, we can simply find a wet nurse." Javert circled around him, motioned with his wing towards the nest. "Lie down on your back, or sit up, whichever is more comfortable. But be sure to spread your legs."

Izuru nodded, deciding to lay back instead of sitting up so that he could close his eyes, and be further away from the dragon mounting him. However, Javert did something unexpected. Instead of simply starting to breed him, he gently nudged his head between Izuru's thighs, ran his tongue over his folds. Izuru was not prepared for that at all, and he clasped a hand over his mouth when a moan escaped him.

"What -- what are you --" He started to ask. Javert licked at him again in response, and his legs fell open wider. "What is this?"

"We dragons are quite concerned about the well-being of our breeding partners," Javert spoke, pulling back for a moment. "You had not started to self-lubricate, so I am helping. Does it not feel good?"

The throbbing between Izuru's legs was answer enough for that, at least, and to reply, he spread his legs a little wider, opening himself up for the dragon. Javert grinned, then dipped his head back down, continuing to lick and suck at Izuru's exposed pussy. His nose nudged his clit, eventually, and Izuru moaned again, dropping his hand down to clutch at the sheets of the nest. He knew it existed, yes, but he had never been allowed to explore himself sexually. He hooked a hand under his thigh to keep himself spread while Javert's tongue expertly flicked in and out of his entrance, his nose gently brushing his clit. The Coatl's long, thin tongue easily reached deep inside of him, brushing a particularly sensitive spot.

The sensations were all too much for the first time, and Izuru cried out as his body spasmed and he came, hard, fluid squirting from him as his back arched. The orgasm completely rocked his body, and when he finally fell back against the nest, he felt like a ragdoll. Javert licked the slick from his face, then moved up a bit. He was significantly larger than Izuru, and his eyes rolled down to look between the Coatl's legs. He was greeted with an erect cock, double-headed like a snake, but ridged and spined like a cat. Intimidated, Izuru looked at Javert with wide eyes.

"It will not harm you, I assure you," Javert spoke gently. "If you start to feel pain, tell me immediately. But you should be aroused enough that it will not hurt."

Izuru wouldn't lie, if this was arousal, he was certainly feeling it. His cheeks burned bright red as he spread his legs again, wrapping his thighs around Javert as the dragon lined up the heads of his cock to his entrance. Izuru let out a shaky breath in preparation.

"Are you ready?" Javert asked.

"Go ahead," Izuru barely whispered. "I... want to know what this feels like."

Javert nodded, and with one fluid push of his hips, he slid deep inside of Izuru. The other man gasped, legs twitching apart farther as the cock stretched him, ridges pushing against his walls. He pushed in further, and further, brushing that bundle of nerves that made Izuru moan and spasm again, face flushing brighter as he came once more. Javert hissed out his pleasure, pausing for a moment before starting to thrust his hips.

Their bodies started to fall into rhythm, Izuru almost able to forget why he was here in the first place as the Coatl fucked him, putting one paw on his hip to hold him in place as he did. He was tempted to lose himself in the pleasure, the pull and stretch of the dragon's cock, the incredible feeling when he hit all of the sensitive spots he didn't know he had. He let himself lie flat against his back, closed his eyes to enjoy the most incredible feeling in his whole life.

Then he felt Javert's cock push in just a little deeper, and the head of his cock pressed against his cervix. Any self-control Izuru might have had was gone as he came harder than he thought he could, jaw dropping in a soundless scream as he arched his back, squeezing tight around Javert's cock. A loud yowl tore from Javert's throat as he buried himself deep inside of Izuru's body, cumming and shooting several rounds of cum into him. Izuru learned then that Coatls could cum a good bit, and were unable to pull out once they started thanks to the spines. At that moment, everything had been decided.

When the spines finally retracted, Javert slowly pulled out of him, Izuru wincing at the slick noise of his cock being removed.

"Please excuse me, the cervical stimulation was more or less an accident," Javert mumbled when he laid down next to Izuru. He kept panting, chest heaving as he sucked in breaths, legs still trembling from his orgasm. "But, perhaps it will help us. After all, the closer the sperm gets to your womb, the more likely it is that you will be pregnant." He leaned down to brush his muzzle against Izuru's collarbone.

"We will know that soon enough." Javert started to move, as if to leave, before Izuru's arm shot out to keep him there.

"Stay. Keep me warm until I fall asleep," he ordered. Javert chuckled softly, then curled around Izuru's prone form.

"Of course, darling one."

Izuru eventually fell asleep as Javert stroked his side, petting him like one might pet a cat.