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"It's not fair. I said I was sorry." Pouting and crossing his arms, Omeg stared with a jealous eye across the fire. Ever since Hask confronted him about his bravado and dirty tricks, he was a completely different dragon, dropping his macho act and practically begging for attention. Of course, it was more fun to watch him squirm, so Hask had embraced teasing him, leaning into Raghan's side and showering him in attention, even going so far as sleeping in the older dragon's bed.

"Oh, I thought you would force me to give you what you want. I don't suppose that was a lie?" Hask retorted, sticking his tongue out at the shirtless dragon as he squeezed Raghan's beefy thigh. With each passing day, the air of camaraderie grew thicker, and thoughts of home grew hazier and further away. Outside of Irshan's derisive sounds and eye-rolling, the family of dragons had done their best to make him feel at home, even offering him a room. (Though it was quite a bit smaller than the rest.)

"I was playing around. Fuck, can't a guy think with his dick once in a decade?" Sagging like a scolded puppy, the red dragon licked his lips, stealing a glance between Hask's legs and attempting to appear nonchalant. "It's not like you were complaining. Maybe I was a bit too forceful, but you barely struggled!"

"Not that I dislike the attention, but I vote that you forgive him. You wouldn't know it from his attitude, but he's been working his ass off to bring me high-quality ingredients. Even asked me if I knew what your favorite flavors are." Patting Hask's head, Raghan turned the meat on the spit, testing it with one claw. "Why don't you wander off and have a little conversation? I'll come and get you once dinner's ready."

Smirking and shaking his head, Hask delighted in the spark of hope that appeared in Omeg's eyes. It was surprisingly easy to wrap him around his little finger. Fuck it. He might as well revisit their arrangement. Worst case scenario, he might get his dick sucked several times a week. Lesser men had gone to war for the opportunity to bask in that sort of attention.

It was a foggy day, but the fuzzy, primitive clothes that Raghan sewed from various odds and ends kept Hask relatively comfortable. Of course, he didn't have the claws that the dragons had, so he had to watch his step to prevent himself from sliding, but the human thought he was adapting well enough. Earlier that week, he'd even braved the cliff's edge at the entrance to his new home, taking in the majestic view of the sunrise with Raghan at his side, ready to catch him if he fell.

"I am sorry, you know. I just got so excited. It's been so long with nothing but my hand. It's easy to get lost in a fantasy when it's all you've had." Staring down at his feet, Omeg shuffled his paws, claws clicking on the rock below. Honestly, he was much more attractive when he was like this than when he spouted machismo and demanded his due. Hask had his fill of braggadocious drunks years ago, so that attitude didn't impress him.

"I'm not mad at you." Ripping off the proverbial bandage, Hask took a deep breath of warming morning air, watching as a drop of water rolled down his moistened hand. Golden light highlighted the area as he sat near the patch of soil where Raghan grew various herbs and vegetables, shivering as the chilly touch of misty stone teased his ass through the leather. "I just wanted you to realize I'm not a piece of meat. I'm not a religious pearl-clutching prude, but I'd like some say in my sex life." Yawning as he watched the dragon's relieved expression, he smirked. "You're cute when you act like a normal guy rather than some beastly lord demanding offerings."

"C-Cute?" If dragons could blush, Hask was sure he'd see a pink tint across wine-colored scales. Sitting down, he stared at his paws, seemingly unsure of himself. "I don't know about that. Aren't we supposed to be big and scary? Irsh used to say that intimidation would keep us safe. After all this-" Pointing to his scarred eye, the apologetic dragon scratched his cheek pensively. "Though I guess you're not the same as they were. Maybe I don't have to 'put on airs' to keep you in line.'"

Clapping Omeg's back with the palm of his hand, Hask leaned against his arm and laced his fingers through smooth clawed fingers. "I assume I'm not. Though, I'm not sure what I'd do if I were desperate. No one knows what they're capable of until life throws a challenge to their feet." The woodsy, earthy scent that followed the dragon fit well with the atmosphere, and the sharper tang of dragon musk wasn't unwelcome, though Hask was still glad for the spring-fed pool that Raghan showed him nearly a week ago. Smelling like Omeg's dick forever wasn't the best prospect.

Now that Hask thought about it, he hadn't gotten much out of Raghan about their old life besides a few wistful glances and quickly changed subjects. Maybe this was his opportunity to find out more about his new friends. Clearing his throat to break the easy, relieved silence, he nudged the dragon's side. "So, about that scar. Mind if I ask how you got it?"

"Oh, this? It's more boring than you'd think. I was flirting with this group of guys. Young bucks, new to the cult, eager to please, all that." Licking his lips in remembrance, Omeg sat for a moment, clearly imagining the more erotic aspects of his story if the jumping bulge in the front of his pants was an indication. "I brought them back to my place, took down their pants, and got to work. Took on all five of them at once."

"I was in paradise. One cock in my throat, one in each hand, and two more begging to swap in. Only once I was deep in a cockdrunk daze; I realized one of them had a knife. Far too late to back away unscathed. Fucker almost ripped my eye out while he was finishing in my throat! Started babbling something about needing a dragon's eye to bring his family fortune so he wouldn't have to go to war." Shaking his head, Omeg touched the scar, then laughed ruefully. "They weren't so tough once I got up off my knees and started swinging. At least they didn't ruin sucking cock for me, though I don't let that lovely haze settle over me now. Better to stay on guard."

"As if they could." Recognizing the sting of old wounds reopened by his questioning, Hask patted the dragon's paw. "If you'd like, I could let you indulge that little habit. Maybe not every time the thought crosses your mind- I'm not a fan of chafed genitals- but from time to time?" Shaking dripping condensation from his hair, Hask guided Omeg's paw to his manhood.

Almost immediately, Omeg dropped to his knees, tail thrashing behind him and paws working at his waistline to free his drooling member. That intense need kept his gaze centered like a predator tracking prey, and he only had eyes for Hask's crotch, clawing at it desperately and threatening to ruin the stitching.

"Hey." Tapping Omeg's cheek with his palm, Hask tilted his head upward, bringing himself face to face with that drooling muzzle and tearing Omeg's golden eyes from the prize he sought. "Slower. I'm not going anywhere." He admonished the dragon as his fingers followed soft scales to Omeg's horns, taking hold of them. "Haven't you ever heard of foreplay?"

Chuckling at the blank stare on Omeg's face, Hask took the lead, pressing his lips against the drooling muzzle that dominated his during their last meeting. This time, however, that slippery tongue was slow, unsure, far from the sloppy throat-fucking it lavished on him before, and it wrapped around his own in a slow dance, following his lead. Draconic eyes drifted closed, and that scrabbling grip faded to a gentle squeeze as Omeg's tail stuck straight up, his throat vibrating with confused desire.

"Are you a mage?" Omeg breathed, his voice full of awe. "I didn't think it could feel that good. It must be magic." For once, it seemed like his single-mindedness had rerouted away from the sensation of a dick in his mouth, and his body language communicated a sincere lack of experience. Had he skipped over the soft ministrations of a lovesick teenager and learned his sexual prowess from an experienced whore? It would certainly explain his disastrous attempts at showing dominance.

"Not a mage, just promiscuous. It's hard not to learn your way around a man's body with neverending access to handsy drunks you'll never see again." Shrugging out of his pants and opening his makeshift clothes, Hask let his hands roam over the dragon's bare chest. "Admittedly, even I forget to enjoy myself sometimes, but it's important." Demonstrating with a flick of his tongue between scaly mountains, Hask teased a shuddering sound from the dragon's chest.

Squirming with each slow lick, the dragon stiffened as soon as Hask's mouth sealed over a nipple, leaning into the touch hard enough to force Hask's head against the wall behind him. Mouth agape, he panted his pleasure, filling the space between him with the heat of his tented pants and drooling through the fabric. "This is- Fuck, I've been missing out." He gushed, nearly crushing the human against the rock.

"Have you ever had anyone return the favor? I know you enjoy spending time on your knees, but-" Grabbing a gratuitous handful of clenching cheeks in the process, Hask worried at the dragon's waistline, freeing his dragonhood and narrowly dodging its eager springing slap. "Try to control your hips. I don't want to lose a tooth."

"Y-Yes, sir." Omeg slurred, his speech softened by the drooling tongue between his lips. Bending his knees, he brought his massive cock to bear, confronting Hask with its weeping eye and half-hooded head. It was prettier up close, with a dark red sheen and a shiny tip that sparkled in the morning sun, enticing Hask's tongue toward the musky gift dripping down its length.

Both hands slipping around the length as though weighing its heavy throb, Hask grasped the dragon's spear, pressing his nose against the space between the peeled skin and the dripping head and taking a deep breath. An undeniably male scent, but less foul than the average drunk's unwashed cock washed over him, bringing a satisfied murmur from his throat. It would have killed the mood to clean the dragon's cock of the day's filth before he set to work.

Omeg's size was far too prodigious to allow its entry into Hask's mouth, but he knew his way around a cock. Seeking out the sensitive flesh beneath the head, he lavished slippery care on it, tasting salt and desire with every lap and swallowing every drop that passed his lips. It was impossible to keep up with the flow, and before long, Hask's mouth shined with a slick coating, his chest marked by several thick, rolling drops of arousal. The dragon's quiet huffs and barely contained thrusts guided him, growing more desperate by the second, and he could tell that Omeg's orgasm was approaching as leathery balls drew upward, churning their gift.

Stroking faster with each wet splat of pre that joined its brothers on the human's exposed body, Hask trailed his tongue along the underside, then sealed his mouth around the tip, working the shaft with all the speed he could muster and opening his throat for the inevitable blast. It wasn't long before a heavy squirt filled his mouth, then another, and another, overwhelming him and forcing him to release the moaning dragon's cock, taking the full brunt of his orgasm across his face with hastily shut eyes.

"Fuck. Hask. I-I can't." Obscured by a heavy coating of dragon seed, the dragon smeared his cock against Hask's face, riding out his finish with sounds that the human could only describe as "intense." As his shaft sagged against the human's face, balls pressed against his goo-covered nose, he was sure every inch of him dripped with draconic satisfaction, and the soft patter of drops all around confirmed his suspicion.

"As much as I enjoyed that-" Muffled by sweat and cum-covered dragon balls, Hask pushed at the half-collapsed dragon, one hand slapping a scaly ass-cheek to rouse him from his post-orgasm stupor. "Can you please get off me so I can clean this off? BEFORE it glues my eyes shut?"

"You heard the man." Soft and mirthful, Raghan's voice cut through Omeg's attempts at speech, and soft footfalls moved closer. "Let me just-" With a heave, Omeg's weight rolled from Hask's body, replaced by the warm presence of the hefty dragon and a deep chuckle. "Leave it to you to out-shine Omeg's libido..." He leaned in closer, a wet appendage smearing the slimy coat in a slow rhythm. Was he licking Hask clean?

Raghan seemed to have no problem with the incestuous undertone of what he was doing, lapping Omeg's cum without complaint until Hask could open his eyes, blinking as the sloppy, slippery appendage brought a blush to his cheeks. It lingered over his lips, demanding a cum-heavy kiss and sharing Omeg's productive goo.

"You two are... like that?" Hask swallowed the drool and cum that Raghan left behind, watching as Raghan cleaned his brother's shaft with a loving tongue. Pressing his lips into Omeg's cheek, he settled in next to him, his arm slipping around the younger dragon's shoulders and his fingers playing over Omeg's chest, eliciting a soft sound from the exhausted dragon.

"Like what? A happy family?" Sticking out his tongue, Raghan welcomed Omeg's attempts to rest against his chest. "Yes, we don't put much stock in human sensibilities, though we haven't explored much. Until you came along, I only gave this little hatchling a helping paw." Pumping his closed fist, Raghan gestured, showing a motion similar to jerking a cock.

The idea shouldn't affect him so strongly, but Hask felt himself grow harder at the mention. There was something so perversely attractive about the thought of having them both. Even just the slow kissing as their scales- Fuck. He was hard as a rock!

"Feeling left out?" Raghan chuckled as he noticed Hask's bare, throbbing erection. Adjusting to lean against the stone behind him, he spread Omeg's unresisting legs, revealing the space between muscular cheeks as that half-hard cock oozed against his stomach. "I don't think he'll complain if you relieve some stress."

"I'd rather taste-" Going quiet as Raghan pressed him between two soft pecs, Omeg struggled against his arms for a moment, then visibly relaxed, his tail lifting and his pucker winking. It seemed that Raghan knew how to manipulate him.

Not one to waste an opportunity, Hask hunched over the offered rump, his dripping tip testing Omeg's hole. It's less accommodating than Raghan's, and his first thrust draws a muffled yelp from the dragon's buried muzzle. Out of respect for Omeg's virgin hole, Hask WOULD be gentler, but how he welcomes Hask's cock leaves him no choice but to bury himself.

"Don't go getting any ideas." Raghan trailed fingers over Hask's face as the human's efforts slammed his brother into the soft cushion of Raghan's chubbier body. "You might be getting some tail out of him, but I'm not giving up. My door's always open, and my bed's big enough for the both of you." Growling his approval, he brought Omeg's face from his chest, shooting Hask a wink as he silenced helpless draconic moans with his tongue, providing one hell of a show.

Fuck. Hask could barely hold back, slapping his balls against that tight, muscular rump as Raghan's oral prowess revealed itself, stealing a kiss from his blissed-out brother. It felt so wrong, yet so right, to watch their tongues roll against each other, bringing a sheen of saliva to smooth scales and drawing vibrating moans from Omeg's helpless, stuffed maw.

Thrust after thrust brought Hask closer to orgasm, bringing his arms around Omeg's hiked tail to provide stability as attempts to push further into hot, slick walls nearly sent him tumbling to the side. Hammering that perfectly tight, clenching hole, he moaned his finish, spurting deep inside the virgin entrance and collapsing over his back.

As he panted there, watching Raghan's soft touch comforting his cockdrunk brother, Hask couldn't help but think of all the other possibilities lying before him. Greedy thoughts kept him rock hard, even as he dozed, and he couldn't help but smile. So many preached the virtues of heavenly clouds and angelic beings, but he knew better. Heaven was sweat and scales.