The Dragon's Treasure (Floofy boy x LustfulSins)

[Dishonour]

@LustfulSins

Mytrhil (Picture Reference)

Becoming an adventurer was Mythril's dream. He had always been a person that looked for the exciting things in life. What better way than to soothe his cravings by going on countless of adventures, traveling across the land to find new wonders, stumbling upon ruins, towns and more! It was dangerous to go out there alone, but he knew how to defend himself in most cases so he wasn't worried about that. He used to be a simple farm boy, living on the fields near a kingdom. He spent his days helping out there but to his surprise he still didn't have much muscle. The 5'6ft male had a slender body and tender skin. Only his hands were a bit roughed up from working. He had fair skin, there were barely any marks on it. His long ginger hair draped over his shoulders. He had a more feminine face: no beard or anything, an oval shaped face, slightly narrowed eyes and thin eyebrows. One could easily get lost into those forest-green orbs of his.

He walked through a forest. There was no path to guide him. He had recently passed a village and restocked his food and tools, then he left. He let his feet guide him, going wherever he wanted to go. He wore a simply outfit consisting of a pair of black boots, beige loose pants, a black belt and a cream puffy shirt: one that had to be tied up by a string near his neck. He had a leather bag with him and there was a pouch on his belt in which he kept his money, next to it hung a dagger, safely tucked away but easy to reach if necessary. He hummed quietly, listening to the birds that chirped, the trees that rustled. Nature had always been something that calmed him, which was why he really liked traveling like that. He always stumbled upon new things, often beautiful things.. Except for one time when he stumbled upon an ugly orc.

Suddenly he stood still. He saw something in the distance.. A huge opening which seemed to be an entrance of some sort of cave or den. Of course he had to check that out! He made his way to the opening and put his bag down. He got out a stick with a cloth wrapped around the tip. He quickly lit it on fire with a gooey substance and a firestone so he had a torch. Going in that cave without light? That was a stupid idea. He hid his bag behind some rocks, finding it too risky to take everything at once. He kept his dagger close to himself and held the torch in his hand as he started wandering into the den. It was quiet and definitely colder than outside.

 

[LustfulSins]

Virithor

Not all dragons are huge, monstrous sized beasts. Dragons come in all sizes. Virithor averages about the size of a draft horse or warhorse, six feet at the shoulder when standing. from nose to tail tip, he's roughly twelve feet long, with a twelve foot wingspan tip to tip when his wings are spread. In his rarely used human form, he's six feet four inches tall.

Virithor is like any other dragon; solitary, proud, and fiercely protective of the treasures that come into his possession. Unlike other dragons, Virithor doesn't go out looking for treasures to add to his horde, and he doesn't go looking for mates during breeding season. His need for solitude outweighs the instinct to breed twice a year. This makes those times quite uncomfortable for him, but he manages well enough. Humans have a vague awareness of dragon breeding seasons, and they always seem to keep their distance from dens during this time, as dragons tend to become far more dangerous than usual. Technically, Virithor is no different in this regard. However, it's been years since a human has stumbled upon his den in this situation.

Today is different. Virithor is resting on a pile of thick woven rugs stolen from the carts of a merchant who thought he could steal from the dragon. That merchant wound up a pile of ash on the cavern floor. But even resting, the dragon can hear the soft footsteps of someone coming down the cavern's tunnel. Treasures are heaped up the walls, gold and jewels, lush carpets draped over rounded stones, silks and intricately woven fabrics hung from the shoulders of carefully carved stone statues on kings and knights and horses. It's these piles of treasures that Virithor moves to hide behind. Because why make his presence known immediately? The intruder would likely just turn and run. Virithor wants to see this intruder before killing him. Perhaps the dragon might even make use of him, as he's still experiencing the tail end of his breeding season, and his cock still sits heavy in it's sheath as it had a week ago when he went into rut.

 

[Dishonour]

Mythril walked around until he suddenly started to see all different types of objects appear. "Oh my.." he muttered and looked up at the treasure that was presented in the cave. He hadn't expected to stumble upon something like that. "This is beautiful.." he muttered softly. In the orange light of the torch he held, his ginger hair looked even more fiery. His gaze darted around, scanning the place. He could tell all the things stored in that cave were of great value. A bit of treasure would be handy for him.. To buy some food and to be able to continue his journey. He wasn't one who sought treasure though (only to trade it for a bit of money), but he wasn't the type that wanted to get all possible treasures of the world and keep them for himself. He turned around and started walking further, strafing away from the entrance, making himself an easy target really.

He wasn't aware there was something.. or rather someone else in the den. He knew there would possible be some bugs and creepy crawlers, but he hadn't thought about a dragon. He continued exploring the den. A chuckle escaped his lips when seeing a statue. A brave knight stood on a stone pedestal. He wondered if it wasn't annoying to constantly pose while someone made a statue. He thought it was silly. He let out a quiet sigh. All the objects in the den were too big for him to constantly carry around. It was a shame. "Hello?" he called out, then heard the echo return. He grinned. "Wow.. That's a lot of echo.." he muttered.

 

[LustfulSins]

Virithor watches from behind a mound of gold coins and jewels as the intruder comes into view. A pretty ginger haired boy, young by the lack of lines on his face. An adventurer by his clothing and equipment, but barely touched by the wear of travel. Not tall, but not small either. Attractive as far as humans go. Or was this boy an elf? Sometimes, Virithor can't tell them apart. Most of his unwanted visitors wear helmets anyway. This one doesn't wear any armor at all. Clearly, not someone who had been actively searching for a dragon's den.

When the intruder moves away from the tunnel, Virithor moves toward it. Cut off the route of escape. And when the boy calls out to test the echo, it's confirmed in the dragon's mind that this boy has no idea what he has walked into. A smirk on his lips, Virithor raises his head on his long neck, lifting his head higher. He walks into view, toward the relatively clear center of the cavern. But he keeps himself between the boy and the exit. Only one way out.

"You dare set foot in my den, boy?" Virithor's deep, rumbling voice bounces off the cavern's rock walls, sounding far louder than it is. Silver eyes glow in the dim lighting created by the torch's reflection off the many shining gold and jewels. Virithor scrapes his claws against the cavern's floor, worn smooth by his own feet over the centuries. He needn't ask why the intruder has come; it's obvious he found the tunnel by chance. Still, he's going to treat this boy as an intruder like any other. "You are brave to venture into the den of a dragon during the month of the breeding season."

 

[Dishonour]

Mythril bent over to pick up what looked like some sort of jewel on the ground. He quietly looked at it. However, suddenly he noticed something had moved behind him. He flinched, dropping the jewel and quickly turning around when hearing a deep voice. He widened his eyes, now facing the dragon. He gulped and took a step back. The exit was cut off and he had nowhere to go now, unless the den had another way out but he doubted he could run far before being caught by the beast.

"Ah well-" he said, moving a strand of his long hair out of his face. His pointy ears twitched. He was an elf indeed, but that didn't mean anything special.. he was just a human with pointy ears. Elves were known to look more feminine though. He cleared his throat. "You see, i actually didn't know this was your den." he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "The month of.. breeding.. season?" he repeated quietly. He didn't want to get in trouble.. especially not with a dragon. If he knew this was a dragon's den he wouldn't have entered it!

His heart beat loudly in his chest. "I did not mean to interrupt your.. dragon-business. But i will gladly take my leave if you eh.. let me go..?" he asked, the last part sounded more like it was him begging, almost as if he was scared he wasn't going to be able to leave at all which would mostly be the case. "Please don't eat me.." he muttered softly and bit his bottom lip.

 

[LustfulSins]

Cute gestures and looks aren't going to make Virithor take pity on the now confirmed elf. The boy doesn't seem to have much knowledge of dragons; it would explain his confusion at the term breeding season. But the boy seems to think he will get to just leave after having disturbed the dragon. Virithor growls, advancing on the boy. Dragon, human, elf. It matters not to Virithor what he sates his breeding instincts with. This boy has wandered into his den, so Virithor isn't going to let this opportunity to relieve the comfort of his hard cock just walk away.

"You're not going anywhere, boy." Virithor growls, circling the elf. How best to mount him. He's smaller than the dragon, so easiest would be from behind. He would need to lift him off the floor, though. Virithor briefly looks around his den. The best prospect would be to press him against one of the fabric covered stones. The dragon pauses in his circling as he tries to decide just wear to pin the elf and take out his frustrations. This pause would give the boy a chance to attempt escape, though even then, he wouldn't get far.

 

[Dishonour]

Mythril shook his head in fear when hearing the dragon wasn't going to let him go at all. He didn't want to die like that. He had no idea what this dragon would do to him .. he hadn't kept dragons in mind at all, mainly because where he came from they weren't common at all. But it seemed like it was different there. He had wandered off far enough and now he had gotten himself in trouble. He still wanted to go on so many adventures! He didn't want to end up as dragon meat.. Although he had a feeling something much worse was going to happen first.

He noticed the pause in the circling. He saw this as his moment to try and escape. Without any hesitation he suddenly started sprinting to the exit. He even dropped the torch, hoping it would distract the dragon. He felt like running with the torch would just slow him down. He ran and ran, but he felt like he wasn't getting anywhere! The cave suddenly seemed so big. All he could see was the light at the end of the tunnel, that was his goal..

 

[LustfulSins]

The torch has fallen on bare stone, so there's no concern of a fire starting. It doesn't go out either, so there's still dim light bouncing around the cavern. Virithor sees the elf boy bolt and reacts a heartbeat later. The elf only makes it as far as the mouth of the tunnel. Virithor cuts off his escape and turns, using his tail to throw the boy back across the cavern, to land on the central pile of rugs, right next to one of the stones. It's relatively flat, though the surface is slightly sloped. Virithor hops easily over the treasure mounds to land beside the elf. "You won't escape me, boy."

Virithor bends his head, grabbing the back of the elf's shirt in his jaws. He lifts the boy onto the stone facedown and holds him there as his claws rip away the elf's pants. Though the angled stone keeps the boy's head higher than his hips, it still raises him to a good height for Virithor to straddle the stone, and thus the elf. As the dragon's tapered cock begins to slide from the sheath on his lower abdomen, Virithor presses down on the boy, hips sliding his tip between the elf's soft cheeks. Virithor's cock is slick with prefluid in seconds, meant to lubricate his breeding partner. Here, it's advantageous in that he's mounting a much smaller creature.

After barely more than a minute, and his cock only half out of it's sheath, Virithor presses his tapered tip into his unwilling partner's small body. The narrow tip widens into a thick shaft rapidly, and stretches the elf's body. Short back and forth thrusts help relax Virithor's muscles and ease more of his cock from it's sheath and into the boy. Virithor releases the back of the elf's shirt six inches in; he can't go anywhere now.

 

[Dishonour]

Mythril ran and ran, but suddenly a tail landed in front of him and he was thrown back. He let out a surprised yelp, flying back through the cave to the opposite side of the entrance. He couldn't escape. He was fucked now. He landed onto the rugs with a soft grunt. He tried to get up on his hands and knees, to desperately crawl away but there was no use. He was picked up by his shirt , he squirmed in the air. "No no! Stop that!" he said. He gasped when his pants were ripped off his body. Now he felt exposed.. His lower body was naked. Luckily there was no one else besides the dragon who saw him like that. He had slightly curvy hips and a bubbly bottom.

The elf squeaked in fear when he was positioned on the stone and the tip was pressing against his tight virgin asshole. "That is never going to fit!" he cried out. "Please don't do this!" he begged, his eyes began to water. He wanted to get out of there, but there was no way out for him. Suddenly, he felt how pressure was being applied to his hole, the cock sliding in. He screamed, both in fear and pain. He had never taken something up his ass before, this was his first. He groaned and tensed up, crying.

The tight ring of muscle clenched hard around the cock that was forcefully entering him. A bit of blood dripped down his bum. "T-too big!" he whimpered. "Please g-get it out!" he cried, his hips trembled. "H-how big is that even? You're going to tear me apart!" he sobbed. He had no idea how big the cock was in total, but he could already guess his body was simply going to be used like a cocksleeve for the dragon.

 

[LustfulSins]

Virithor doesn't care for the boy's cries, but it's not going to stop him. He can smell the blood, too, but that's to be expected. Hips thrusting, the dragon fills the elf's body with his cock. Eight inches, ten inches. Twelve inches of hard, hot cock sink into elf, bulging out his abdomen and stomach. Even an elf's body can be molded and made to adjust to a large intrusion. Every thrust now only pulls back about four inches, and each motion is powerful, rocking the boy's body back and forth on the fabric covered stone. The boy's small body is so tight, and feels so good, on Virithor's aching cock.

Virithor groans out his pleasure, neck extended. His lips are pulled back in a growl. Three feet on the floor, the forth gripping the front edge of the stone, Virithor bucks his hips against the boy trapped beneath him. It's been months since the dragon has mounted an intruding knight, longer still since it had been an intruder so small. Other dragons eat intruders to their dens, but Virithor finds the meat of humans and elves too stringy. He prefers to fuck them when the mood strikes, and burn them to ash when it doesn't. In his mind, it's very fortunate that this elf has stumbled into his den. He can sate his instincts and bring an end to this breeding season.

Virithor continues on, rutting hard into the small elf. His thick cock has the boy's body stretched, bulging out his stomach. His prefluid is beomcing the thicker pre-release, further lubricating the elf's insides. This allows for more rapid thrusting, which is exactly what the dragon does. Faster, more friction, Virithor is approaching his climax. His hips press forward, and a thicker bulge, his knot, pushes against the elf's ass. With a grunt and a sharp jerk of his hips, Virithor pops his knot into the boy. As soon as he does, the dragon releases a large amount of hot seed into the elf, his knot acting as a seal and keeping it inside, while also locking the dragon inside. Virithor's jaws part in a roar of pleasure and satisfaction.

 

[Dishonour]

The more the dragon thrusted, the more cock filled him up. It felt like there wasn’t coming an end to it. More and more was pushed in. His abdomen started bulging out. He breathed heavily, squirming underneath the dragon that was basically taking away his virginity. “Please pull out!” He sobbed. But no matter what he did, the beast continued. Now, everything was pushed inside of him. He was completely filled with cock, his body hurt and he didn’t feel good. Then, he felt the member being pulled out. “No no no-“ he begged. But before he knew it, the large shaft was pushed back inside of his tight insides. He shivered in pain, his body bounced upwards each time the dragon drove his cock deep inside of him.

The pain overwhelmed him. He screamed, he wanted to get away but all he could do was stay quiet and hope the dragon would let him go. he doubted he could walk after that. At some point the pain did start to numb a bit. He didn’t have a proper place to get a hold on so all he could do was let his body move up and down on that thick cock. It spread him out so much and most likely even rearranged his guts. “P-please- AH!” He begged, tears running down his face. He was a sobbing mess. His cheeks were red and wet from the crying. His hair was a bit tangled. His lower body was exposed like that and heavily stretched out by the cock. The worst part still had to come.. the knot. He had already seen that thing growing at The base of the sheath.

a loud, broken scream echoed through the cave when the knot was slammed into him, getting stuck inside of him and preventing anything from getting out. He sobbed, his mind spun, his poor body twitched and jerked underneath the dragon. He could feel how the hot seed flooded his insides, bulging his stomach out even more to the point where it looked like he had a pregnant belly.The elf shook in fear and cried silently. His body was in a lot of pain. He was tensed you, clenching his fists, his toes curled up. “P-please..” he whispered, feeling weak.

 

[LustfulSins]

Breathing more rapidly than before, Virithor happily shifts his hips against the boy. he presses forward, as though to bury his cock deeper. While it does create more pressure, the elf just slides up the fabric covered stone a bit. It would be several minutes before the swelling in the dragon's knot had gone down enough for him to pull his cock from the elf's body. Virithor lifts his shoulders slightly, giving himself space to bring his head around to push his snout against the boy's back. Teeth grip the elf's shirt, and he pulls hard enough to rip the fabric. His long, smooth forked tongue drags across the now exposed skin of the elf's back.

This elf had been the tightest fuck Virithor has had in ages. His small body hugs the dragon's cock incredibly well, even if right now the boy is in pain. Thoughts form in the dragon's head. Why should he burn the boy to ash? He would never let him leave the cavern alive, but why kill him when he's perfectly suited to being the dragon's new toy? His new treasure that can bring him greater pleasure than all the gold and jewels and artifacts in here. With a rumbling growl, Virithor makes his decision. "I'm not letting you leave, boy. You'll stay here and be my new treasure, and I'll mount you when I please."

 

[Dishonour]

The poor elf breaths shakily, sniffling. He tried to call himself down but while the dragon was still on top of him like that with his cock buried deep it was hard. He closed his eyes for a moment, a whimper escaped his lips when the dragon pushed in even deeper, applying more pressure to his already suffering body. His body was covered in sweat, he felt warm because of the hot semen that was stored inside of his belly. He wasn’t wearing any pants but now the shirt was also ripped off his body as well. He arched his back and shivered, feeling the long tongue traveling over his back. He felt weak, the world spun around him. “Please pull out..” he asked once more, but knew it wasn’t going to help. “I feel sick..” he mumbled. He probably just wasn’t used to having all the cum in his belly.

Mythril looked up at the dragon and let out a defeated whine. “N-no! I do not want to spend the rest of my life being a cock sleeve for a .. perverted beast like you!” He said and frowned, still crying. “I don’t want to do here alone, in a cave like this..” he added. The offer would’ve been more fun if the experience was enjoyable but hell, being raped by a dragon again? That was a big no for Him. “Your knot is so big..” he mumbled. He knew it was going to hurt if the dragon would pull out so he hoped the other would wait for it to go down before he’d slide his large length out.

 

[LustfulSins]

Virithor growls, snapping his teeth next to the elf's ear. His claws scrape against the stone floor. "You will be my mate, boy. Your body is young and supple, and gives way to my cock readily. I will keep you here with me." The dragon's tail sways side to side, though whether in excitement at the prospect of having such a small and cute mate, or in irritation at the boy's protests, it's hard to tell. Regardless, it's clear the dragon isn't about to let the elf leave. He's half tempted to continue on the boy once his knot decreases, to go another round despite his breeding instincts being satisfied. Dragons enjoy sex just as much as the next species, after all.

"I am Virithor. Give me your name, that I might know what to call my mate." Virithos snaps his jaws again, impatiently. He wants to know the name of the elf he's claimed so forcefully. He can't just keep calling him boy. He growls when the elf is slow to reply, and leans his hips into the boy's body. His knot is slowly decreasing in thickness, and his seed is starting to drip out of the elf's body and down the backs of his legs.

 

[Dishonour]

Myrthil whimpered in fear and turned his head away from the dragon as he growled and snapped his teeth. He knew this beast could kill him with one swing of his claws.. or worse, just tear him into pieces. But it seemed like the dragon had other things planned. "M-mate?" he said. He was going to become the other's mate? No way! Wasn't 'mate' supposed to be like a nice relationship which did involve sex, but where one person took care of the other and so. He felt like there would be no caring at all, only him being used as some sort of fuck toy. He let out a defeated sigh, watching how the tail swayed from side to side.

"My name is Mythril.." he told him and slowly rose his head a little, looking down at his own stomach. He could feel how the seed was starting to drip out of his body, running down his legs. He lifted his arms and softly rubbed his stomach, letting out a quiet groan. He was literally filled up with cum and cock. Never had he thought he'd end up like that. "Y-you're so big.." he muttered. "I can still feel it twitching inside of me.." he murmured.

 

[LustfulSins]

Virithor rumbles a deep chuckle, watching the elf rub his bulged belly. Mythril seems fascinated by it, fascinated by the size of the dragon's cock. Virithor shifts his hips, testing the seal of his knot. "Your body clings to my cock like it can't bear to let go."

Despite his words, Virithor pulls back. The swelling in his knot hasn't gone down completely, so it still stretches Mythril a bit, but it does come out. As the seal is released, the dragon's seed flows easily from the elf's body, making a mess of the silks beneath him. It doesn't matter to Virithor, he can always get more. "You will learn to become a good and obedient mate, Mythril. Your body will learn to crave me."

 

[Dishonour]

Mythril bit his bottom lip, of course his body wasn’t letting go of the other’s cock. It was pushed deep inside of him and his tight ass just clenched around it. He widened his eyes when the dragon started pulling back, whimpering in pain as his ass was stretched more so the knot could pop out. Once the cock slid out, the seed started pouring out of his gaping hole. His stomach slowly deflated until it was flat again. He shuddered softly and lifted his upper body a bit, propping himself up on his arms.

He was exhausted. He had been traveling a lot and now after being fucked by a dragon his body just needed a moment. “As my ‘mate’ you will take care of me.. right?” He asked quietly, his voice a bit hoarse from all the screaming. “You won’t be able to have a lot of fun with me if you don’t feed me and take care of my body..” he muttered, hoping the dragon would at least provide him with food and a drink, plus some time to rest and recover. “I-if you treat me well I promise I will be an obedient mate!” He told him.

 

[LustfulSins]

Virithor hums, stepping to the side so he's not straddling the stone. He seems to be considering Mythril's meager demands, but in the end, he nods. Claws make very little sound on the cavern floor as he circles the stone briefly, before heading for the tunnel. "I will ensure you have what you need to keep you from starvation." Probably not quite what Mythril wanted to hear, but it was all he was going to get.

As Virithor passes through the cavern entrance into the tunnel, he puffs out a cloud of grey smoke. The smoke curls through the air, seeming to make a barrier in the entrance, before dissipating. When the dragon's tail passes the entrance, there's a shimmer in the air. The smoke had been dragon magic creating a barrier, locking the elf in the cavern while Virithor goes out to hunt.

 

[Dishonour]

Mythril let out a soft sigh. At least he wouldn’t starve.. that was something. He quietly sat up, letting out a groan. His backside felt numb. He looked at the creature who created some sort of barrier. No escaping now.. besides, the elf doubted he could even get up so instead he rolled to the side, trying to get into a comfortable position in which he’d experience the least amount of pain. He closed his eyes, deciding to get that much needed rest. It didn’t take long before he fell asleep like a brick, Completely knocked out.

He wasn’t trying to escape, he wasn’t thinking about a plan either. Instead he would sleep. He couldn’t believe what he had gotten himself into. He had no idea how to make this situation any better. At least he’d have good.. but he wasn’t sure for how long he’d be able to keep up with such a big cock.. would his body even be able to take being fucked again? He wasn’t sure. He would have to see that for himself, when he’d have to be intimate with the dragon again.

 

[LustfulSins]

When Virithor returns, he's got and entire deer carcass in his jaws. He comes through the barrier to the cavern and halts, setting it down. There, he proceeds to strip some of the meat from one haunch of the carcass. Holding it in his claws, he opens his mouth in a way that his teeth scrape together and create a spark. Instantly, there's flame from his mouth. Turning the meat, he cooks it without burning it. It's not the first time he has cooked meat. At one point, he had cared for an abandoned dragonling that had gotten sick eating meat raw. Eventually, the dragonling had gotten big enough to fly, and it had left to find a clan. Not all dragons live in solitude.

Once cooked, Virithor closes his mouth to put out the flames on his breath. Then he walks over to the elf. He shoves the boy with the end of his snout, rudely waking him, then drops the cooked meat on his naked lap. "Eat." That's all the dragon says before he returns to the deer carcass and begins tears chunks off and eating them raw.

 

[Dishonour]

Mythril was still fast asleep by the time the dragon had entered the cave again. However his sleep didn’t last long because he was rudely woken up by the snout of the dragon. He let out a soft groan and opened his eyes slowly. Before he knew it a piece of meat was dropped onto his lap. It was still warm. “Thanks..” he said quietly and slowly sat up. His bum hurt a lot. He tried to ignore the pain and started eating. He was glad he got cooked meat. He would most likely get sick from eating raw meat because it wasn’t good for humans. He appreciated the cooking. However he didn’t think the dragon would have to do much effort to cook the food, but he didn’t say anything about it. He was rather hungry so it was nice to fill his stomach with some real food and not cum.

“so.. a magical barrier huh? Do you think your dragon magic can somehow work as a painkiller for my bum..?” He asked. It would be great if that would be the case.“i know you can just use me whenever you want and you don’t have to care about me but.. wouldn’t it be nice if this whole ‘mate’ thing would be enjoyable for the both of us?” He asked and looked over at the dragon. “You know.. I’m sure it would be more fun if we could both climax instead of you ripping my ass open..”

 

[LustfulSins]

Virithor growls, ripping the head off the deer. The skull crunches terribly in his jaws, before he swallows. No part of the carcass gets wasted; dragons digest bone just as easily as meat and organs. He's not thrilled about having his meal disturbed. Nevertheless, he lifts his head and looks toward his captive chosen mate. "Healing magic takes years of training. I know very little. At best, I can reduce swelling and halt bleeding. If you dig around, there might be a rune book somewhere in here. I've heard elves have an aptitude for runes."

With a huff, Virithor returns to his meal. If the elf wants healing, he will have to figure something out for himself. It's not a magic the dragon has put much effort into. Protection and guarding magicks are what Virithor excels at, as well as a handful of destructive trap spells.

 

[Dishonour]

Mythril shuddered when hearing the sounds of the bones crushing between those strong Jaws. He nodded slowly. “Alright then..” he muttered. He wanted to say something else but he felt like the dragon didn’t want him to talk much. Honestly he just wanted to make this experience better for himself. The thing was.. he didn’t mind taking a cock up his ass. He was in fact gay, he had always been attracted to men and he was more into taking rather than receiving. That wasn’t the problem. The thing was.. the other had just started off so rough and violent. It all hurt badly. He wouldn’t mind staying a bit longer in the cave if they could perhaps ‘mate’ but in a way that was more fun for both of them.

He grabbed his shirt that was torn. he wouldn’t be able to wear that but instead he decided to clean his lower zone with it. There were still some sticky leftovers on his bum. He slowly scooted to the edge of the stone and looked around. He decided to let himself slide off the stone, landing onto more rugs. As expected he collapsed onto his knees, his ass hurt a lot. “F-fucking hell..” he whimpered softly. He slowly got up. Walking was hard. He had to move step by step. He looked around for anything he could use to improve his current state. “Do you often take humans as mates?” He asked curiously. “Or should I feel special.” He added with a chuckle, hoping to light up the mood a bit.

 

[LustfulSins]

Virithor watches Mythril clean himself up, then move around. He doesn't speak while he eats, letting the elf wander in silence with his question unanswered for some time. Only the sound of tearing meat and crunching bones fills the cavern for several minutes. When he's finished the entire carcass, the dragon licks his jaws clean, then does the same for his claws.

"If you're asking whether I've mounted a human before, yes. Years ago. Unfortunately, I killed him mid fuck when he pulled a hidden knife and tried to stab me in the eye. Still, the sex was good." Virithor chuckles and shakes his head and neck. His words very clearly imply that though he had killed the man, he had still finished the act of fucking him.

Virithor rises, walking over to the mess of silk fabrics and drying sexual release. His lip curls at the unfortunate loss of expensive fabric, but there's no cleaning it. Balling it up, he tosses it to a bare section of floor, then opens his jaws and releases flame to burn the fabric and it's mess to ash. Easy clean up, and even the ash would disintegrate eventually.

 

[Dishonour]

Mythril remained quiet while he looked around the place, searching for some stuff. He suddenly froze, hearing the answer of the dragon. He gulped, his face lost his color as he stared at the dragon. He basically just confessed he continued fucking a dead guy. “Glad that’s not me..” he mumbled quietly and shook his head a little. He looked through all the kinds of treasure, hoping to find some sort of book. “To be honest I’m surprised I didn’t die from having your huge cock inside of me..” he huffed and rubbed the back of his neck, quietly glancing at the dragon that was now burning the silk. His gaze wandered to the leathery sheet that carried the big cock inside of it. His pale face got a bit more color and he started blushing.

Some thoughts filled his head but he didn’t want to think about those. Instead he continued his search, shaking his head a little. “Wouldn’t you like to have a dragon mate? One that can bear children?” He asked. “Or aren’t you a reproductive kInd of guy.” He asked, hoping to loosen the tension between the both of them. He found a few books here and there. Nothing too special though, until his gaze fell upon a book with ancient elf-writing. He rose his eyebrows and sat down, taking the book on his lap. He started reading it. There were a bunch of runes in it but he still had to decipher what everything said. He knew the language but of course he needed some time. “Seems like I found a book.. let’s hope it had a healingrune of some sorts..” he said.

He hoped he’d be able to heal himself for multiple reasons. The pain was annoying, he couldn’t walk properly, his guts were definitely rearranged and he needed a lot of recovery time. If he could heal himself that would mean there would be a smaller risk of getting badly hurt if the dragon decides to mount him again. He didn’t want to die during sex.. that was a bit no for him.