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Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

Oh, but he could.

Ezer's new form held him at his mercy, unable to run as it shifted closer, pulling the boy's face toward his crotch and that growing monstrosity. It kissed against his skin, leaving a wet smear and the animal's scent on him. Navie tried to pull away, but the claws at the curve of his spine, the large arm behind his body that he crushed himself up against, wouldn't let him go anywhere. It humped and rutted at him, the thick meat of the beast's dick slapping into his face repeatedly, jabbing against his lips as a noise of frustration left him. Navie reached up to the arm holding him there, gripping fur behind his violet curls as he tried to ask the man trapped inside the wolf to stop, but it was an ill-fated decision.

"Ez--mnhf!" The first thrust past his lips would have broken teeth on a less resilient boy. The thick meat pulsed and forced his jaw open with earnest, spreading that wet, sticky taste across his innocent tastebuds. A blush spread, red and hot, across his cheeks. It pulled back just a bit and thrust forward again, the veiny flesh molesting his tongue and forcing inches further, until it was grinding against the entrance to his throat, making Navie cough and gag, dripping wet and hot fluid down his throat. It took several thrusts, it took the shifting of the animal's body so he was thrusting more downward, but it did so with a single-minded passion. Ezer fucked his mouth with abandon, roughly forcing his thick dick further, until he was filling Navie's throat. Navie had experienced pain before--blades, cuts, bruises, but the feeling of his throat stretching around the girth of such a large cock was unique. His eyes flashed with tears as he gripped fur, claws digging into the arm that held him immobile so his mouth could be bred.

It wasn't just the fact that his mouth was being used so violently, that he only got moments to breathe as Ezer pulled back and thrust in again with earnest, but Navie was aware of how he was being watched, like a pornographic copper show, the wolf almost malevolently grinning at its work as he was reduced to a mewling, sputtering mess. When the brutal display had ended, Navie was unable to form words. The cock pulled back from his mouth with a pop, thick trails of saliva connecting his lips to it as it stood, rigid, before him. He coughed, sputtered, groaned in discomfort, "Hng..." One of the hands clinging to the beast's arm came down to his own throat and massaged it, the tears shimmering in his eyes as he panted for breath.

His moment of rest while the wolfish Ezer observed his prize passed quickly. The beast turned him over in his arms, forcing the dragonkin to his hands and knees as he rough-housed him, the brilliant purple tail swatting at the larger furred body as if he could ward him off with blunt strikes and squirming. "Nhhnnnuhno..." He managed out while bucking and kicking as he was raised above the beast, treated to the sound of a victorious howl of conquest that made him even more self-conscious, like Ezer wanted the whole forest to know that he had claimed him. What followed just made that feeling more intense.

A nose, cold and wet, pressed underneath his tail and between the curve of his soft cheeks, causing the boy to cry out in surprise. "Ahn!" His eyes went wide, the muzzle opening to allow Ezer's tongue to trace the entirety of Navie's most sensitive bits. Its rough, wet length caressed his cock and his smooth sack, it dragged across his skin as it searched him. His teeth teased the curve of his ass, slightly painful as the tips dragged rough red lines while he molested him with his tongue. Navie was horrified anew. He hadn't really known what to feel, but he had not been hard a moment before. What was wrong with him? The tongue slid up, across the expanse between his balls and ass, until finally it dipped between his cheeks and Navie gasped.

"Ah! N-nhn...!" He gripped the arm holding him in the air by his chest, the lack of purchase on the ground giving him no leverage with which to escape as Ezer licked him open. A few short swipes of rough tongue coated him in saliva, dripping down his thighs, before Ezer split him open with the thick organ, parting his virgin ass and tongue fucking him with abandon while the dragonkin screamed in earnest.
 
With little more than the tip of the tongue in, Ezer felt the grip on the arm holding him, heard the desperate grunts of resistance. But the human soldier wasn't there to help with Navie and mock his predicament, but was the one behind that force, that hunger. The beast opened his mouth wide, the top set of teeth grazing the ass cheeks and tail, the bottom dangerously close to the shameful display of balls and cock his nudity allowed. With that gaping maw now open, Navie could feel that hot breath in his groin, but that wasn't the end of it. The creature lowered him into it, almost if he forced the dragonkin to sit on his open mouth, allowing the tongue to rasp its way in, inch after inch after inch. The muscular length of it parted his walls, savoring every moment, the rough surface scraping him as it slobbered through and through.

The beast huffed as it plunged in, be it excitement or just that its lupine face was smothered by the defenseless dragonkin. The tongue swayed side to side, widening him bit by bit, the tip reaching where nothing should ever reach, but the worst part was closer to the surface. Having more girth and being stronger at the base, the restless muscle widened the way, pressuring and rubbing the prostate, adding another odd sensation for Navie to parse. After what seemed an eternity of lodging itself inside his rectum, the beastly tongue started to move in and out, aided by a little sway that Ezer added to his body. That wet thing left an obvious feeling of emptiness every time it retreated, only to come back as forcefully as the first time to fill it over. Squelching sounds echoed in the night, the laborious breath of the creature below Navie as it feasted on his nether regions.

Ezer's werewolf form was inscrutable, as motives could only be guessed, not ascertained, specially when Navie couldn't see those gleaming red eyes, but in time he rose him up again, freeing him from the assault of his tongue. The beast gasped and panted while Navie got accustomed to his empty self, both legs hanging in the air as the left claw that was holding one of them released it, instead rising to the left hip. Lowering him to that mighty hairy chest, Navie found himself pressed against its heaving chest, heat radiating from the body. But it was just a momentary stop, slurping sounds coming from up there in Ezer's maw, be them savoring what he had just tasted or anticipating whatever bout of debauchery was about to indulge himself in. He pushed Navie down, that animal prick soon grazing his feet, calves, then thighs. The flared tip parted ass cheeks but didn't took the plunge, still moving upwards and slightly to a side, displaced by the dragonkin's tail.

The creature lowered his lupine head, those mandibles open, looming over his head like the predator he was. From hip to abdomen, his left arm encircled Navie tighter to him, an embrace devoid of love. Those beastly hips started to make the animal prick grind between his ass cheeks, against the base of his tail and along his lower back, slimming him all around with those pungent fluids, making him painfully aware of how far into his back could the unnatural length reach. The right claw moved from armpit to chin, forcing the little figure to look upwards to those fiery eyes, to open his mouth in pain as he scratched him. Dripping inside and after a moment plunging it, Ezer forced Navie to taste both the wolf and what remained of the tangy taste of his insides.
 
Navie was helpless as the animal drove its tongue into him, teeth against his skin as it spread him around the thick muscle and dove into his insides. Tears slid down his cheeks in frustrated pain as he cried out into a careless darkness that had no salvation for him. Ezer relished in these screams, it seemed, happy to find out how deep his tongue could fit, until he brushed Navie's prostate and pushed beyond. That first touch was enough to get the dragonkin's entire body to shudder, to tighten around him like a vice as his dainty toes kicked. He huffed and panted, claws gripping fur as he went. "NNnf! Ah.. ahn!" And when the assault started in earnest, the hot breath grazing his skin as he fucked his tongue in and out as deep as he felt it could go, Navie's eyes rolled in desperate, confused and agonizing pleasure.

It was just so big.

Navie felt his body heat, felt his tongue as it lolled over his lower teeth and reduced him to a panting bitch. His tail, swung over his hip and laying across a huge, muscular shoulder, twitched against the soft fur it laid against in time with his ravishing. His cock went from half-hard to unbearably stiff, the pain unable to stop that forced pleasure as Ezer tongued his prostate. Was this how it was supposed to feel? Painful and, at once, addictingly pleasant? Navie didn't know. His body invited the intruder, stretched and shuddering, but did not tear apart. Navie's body, in fact, was more prepared for this than most. Although it would be hurt, the things one could do to it without causing irreparable damage were magnificently broad. He found himself humiliatingly close to the edge of climax, desperately wishing there was more Ezer than animal so he could feel less mortified.

That thought was the end of it, though. Without permission, Navie's mind envisioned the soldier, all his crude wit and mockery, pinning him down. It, unbidden, put him in that place beneath the thick muscles and scars and that was all Navie could handle. The dragonkin panted wantonly as teeth grazed his hard cock, and felt some switch flip in him that he hadn't desired. His body squirmed and spasmed on the tail inside of him, his balls tightening for a moment to paint the forest floor with a few spurts of cum. It was the worst of his predicament, the betrayal of his mind and body completely, but it wasn't the end of it.

Ezer pulled his tongue free, shifted that plush and shivering body against his broad and rigid one. He held Navie as if he were a favorite doll. He slid him down until his cock was scorching hot against his backside, the dragon screaming out in terror as he shifted not to be penetrated. He wouldn't have been successful, perhaps, if that was what Ezer wanted. Instead, between his soft cheeks the veiny monster pressed, as if to terrify Navie by bragging of his size. It pressed up against the underside of his tail, hitting every sensitive nerve along the way and sending shivers through the boy. He marked his body with precum, roughly introducing him to every vein on that throbbing hardness as he did. The little dragon could only whimper.

Then his head was tilted up, without care for his will. That tongue delved his mouth and scraped along his sharp teeth, tasting each of the walls of his vulnerable orifice as greedily as it had his ass. Navie's sore throat managed a moan, but the dragon was starting to feel willpower slip away. If he pretended it was Ezer--if he could pretend his form hadn't changed, this... this wasn't so bad, was it? The thought painted his cheeks red with heat. What are you saying? You didn't.. you don't have a thing for that man. It would be just as bad! But Navie's lies to himself were hard to upkeep at the moment, his feet barely scratching the ground as he was slid up and down the length of that turgid cock.
 
Whatever pleasure Ezer obtained for rubbing his ruby member along Navie's backside it didn't seem enough judging by his bestial groans, even if it served to build anticipation. The beast could easily smell the dragonkin's seed splattered along the forest grounds, a single drop falling from the tip as he moved against the smaller man, making him feel the beat of his hips, the beat of his pulse. Soon the creature grew bored, or all too eager for more as to keep that painful play, that pleasurable torture. Ezer rose Navie's body, still close to his powerful chest, as their faces could look at each other. Those red animal eyes were affixed on Navie's, but the monster did little more than stare, huffing and panting, his tongue hanging out slightly aside. He was focused on it, that face where he could see utmost confusion and unusual clarity; embarrassing pleasure and stinging pain; abject fear and yet, some affection for the man he once was. That turmoil seemed to feed the werewolf as much as it did that small enticing body, the one he was, no doubt about it in those crimson eyes, about to defile even further.

Once he had enough, no matter what Navie could see or feel on that stare, Ezer's hands secured their hold of his victim, the left one once more occupying the now familiar place on his hip, the right one in the shoulder, claws dangerously close to the neck. Slowly but surely, Ezer lowered the body, no matter if Navie wriggled or kicked, if his hands struggled against his arms, tearing fistfuls of thick black hair. Soon the flared tip of his lupine cock was resting against his orifice, leaking drool from the previous assault, and that shape of an arrow started to open its way in, push after push. Gravity wasn't on Navie's side, the more he struggled the deeper it went, inch after inch after inch of red hot meat, low grunts coming from above as those eyes without a trace of humanity were further and further away.

Little fight was there to make when the prick reached roughly where the tongue was, before getting slowly pulled halfway out, then plunged in again, just a little bit deeper. Another body quaking pull, another thrust of those animal hips, and the cock was deeper. The further it went, as little as it could advance, the deeper Ezer's grunts were, a mixture of pleasure and frustration. The creature pushed, no matter the cries that pierced the night, the struggles or pleas, until the thing was full hilt inside. Allowing for pause and respite, the beast stopped the tortuous movement, the paw that was on the hip moving to the front of Navie's body, caressing the outline of the bulge he had in his abdomen, that evidence of such heinous abuse, that push on the limits of what a body could deem possible, even if it was a dragonkin's.

Ezer's posture shifted, sending unmeasurable sensations to Navie's body as he moved with him impaled, his tall form leaning down and forward. The forest ground welcomed Navie, who was taken from it what it seemed hours ago, serving as a trustful surface to lie down, even if there was no rest to be found. The creature's left claw abandoned the dragonkin's body to support it's massive body, now more animal than ever, covering his mate in all fours. The right one still served to make sure Navie was on place, as Ezer didn't take long to start thrusting. Slow, deliberate, most of the length abandoned Navie to taste the cool night's air, only to work its way inch after inch again, reaching his deepest places, churning his insides, making his stomach bulge. Out again, a comfortable yet strange emptiness Navie didn't ever felt before, in again, what it didn't seem possible, pushing the limits of his body.

As Ezer grunted and panted, pushing those hairy hindquarters against Navie, the dragonkin's tail over his back, one thing was painfully obvious. Each time the length was pushed in felt easier than the first, at least for the body, as it was growing more and more unbearable for the mind. And each of those times was slowly, almost unnoticed, becoming faster and faster each time. That enormous and entirely inhuman thing was beating Navie's insides without rest, the creature passing its tongue along his back and nape, licking Navie's cold sweat, giving him another reason to shiver and tremble. For a moment, there was hope that it should be over fast enough, that as grotesque as the ordeal was, at least it wouldn't last long.

But then, Navie felt something on his battered hole, a swelling of flesh at the base of that unending cock.

A knot.
 
The time spent being smeared with his assailant's precum seemed a heavenly reprieve compared to what was coming. The kiss, if one could call it that, left Navie with the taste of wolf saliva coating his mouth, dripping down his chin, as it rutted against him, and he prayed that it would just humiliate him. What a place he had fallen to, to hope that a beast would just cover him in cum rather than the inevitable end to this torment. He was treated to the fantasy for a while, the panting grunts of the animal above him leading him into a false sense of security as it enjoyed the smooth curve of his skin, but it was over far too quickly.

Navie was aware enough, at this point, that when he was lifted, he managed a quick, barking "N-no!" that was easily ignore. He was held tight, like a toy that might break, as tears started in his vibrant irridescent eyes again, but no matter what begging look he gave up to the alpha above him, it did not satisfy. He was lowered until that monstrous prick pressed to his stretched rosebud, precum slick and dripping down the boy's thighs now, causing them to glisten in the moonlight. He shook his head, those violet curls bouncing around his shoulders as he tried to arch away in vain. Ezer pressed him down until that head breached him, spreading him around immeasurable heat and causing the dragonkin to cry out in desperation.

Further down. It made his tongue feel like it had been small. It stretched him, forced him open. The boy whimpered and wrapped his tail around his assailant's waist, gripped his forearms, curled his clawed toes. He could barely catch his breath, watching it leave him in wet exhales of mist as the wolf reached his goal and the tight confines of Navie's passage brooked no more entry. He felt like he was full to bursting, and then Ezer pulled back. The act of it leaving him was as destructive to his being as its entrance, the emptiness burning with an unprecedented need. As Ezer stuffed him full again, pushing beyond the length of his tongue and starting to leave a curve in his smooth stomach to outline his conquest, Navie moaned.

With blessed patience that proved he was not fully an animal yet, Ezer pulled back and thrust back in, claiming more and more of Navie's insides with each completed motion, forcing him to get used to this, eking out pleasure from his conquest against their will. By the time Ezer's fur was nestled against Navie's hindside, the dragonkin was whimpering, crying out and moaning with every little motion, his feet hooked on Ezer's knees so he could have some sort of balance in this whole scenario. He could feel pressure on his stomach, an unreal fullness that stretched his skin. Ezer drew attention to it with his padded fingers, the claws barely tracing alabaster as they stroked his fully buried member through Navie's delicate flesh. It was in him--every inch, reaching so very deep in him that he couldn't tell where organs had shifted to allow its passage. Every pulse of Ezer's heartbeat was a vibration through his hot cock that Navie was fully aware of.

Such small things were so vivid, that when the monster moved to shift them to the forest floor, Navie could do nothing but hoarsely scream. His knees ended up in the soft grass, his chest and face pressed into the ground as Ezer leaned over him. His own cum was ground into his skin at his collarbone, but that was the least of Navie's concerns. Here, in the dark din of the silent forest, with his body pressed to the dirt, Ezer began to fuck him in earnest.

Every time their hips collided knocked the wind out of the poor dragonkin. every time they separated left the boy gasping for air. Each thrust came faster than the last, grunts of Ezer's conquest lewdly filling the silence of the night with the wet sounds of his cock driving in and out of the smaller body trapped beneath him. It was overhwelming. At first, it was just pain, then it twisted again. His body became used to the agony and started to call it friend. His screams turned to whimpered moans and his sweat-covered skin shuddered under each assault of Ezer's tongue as his cock became rigid once more. He would have cursed himself for getting hot under the assault of an animal, if he had the mind. Unfortunately, Navie was reduced to feelings. He clawed at the dirt and panted like an animal himself. He cried out and felt his knees as they were bruised on the forest floor. He arched, squirmed, screamed, and didn't know whether he was begging for more or for it to stop.

He'd hate himself in the morning.

He hoped Ezer didn't remember.

Just when he had thought it could get no worse, there was a feeling--like Ezer was swelling inside of him. It grew with his shortening thrusts as he drove it forward, trying desperately to force breed his mate. Screams were strained, but started anew in Navie's throat as he clawed at the ground and sobbed. Oh, oh god! Too big.. I--I'll die. Sto-stop! but he couldn't voice his concerns, and his body had no intention of dying today, and as that bulbous, veiny monstrosity rubbed back and forth over his prostate as it violated him, he came again.
 
Ezer had passed several minutes churning Navie's poor backside with an increasingly quicker rhythm, smashing his own strong and bestial body against the smaller one. Even in those moments, as feral and beastly the outlook could be, as monstrous the furious and unwilling act inflicted upon the dragonkin felt, it resembled something that was remotely human. Cruel, violent and relentless, but human. Now that the werewolf was locked into Navie's insides, the knot on the base of his enormous cock evidenced its canine nature, the most animal side of it. The bulge expanded inside its very entrance, making the pressure against the prostate unbearable and the usual back and forth pace impossible.

That did little to stop the beast.

He could maybe be trapped in, but the creature still had a little bit of give, as much as Navie's ass could handle and he kept pumping in. The movements were much shorter, but they also made the knot rub the prostate and force itself against the entrance it had to seal, the sensation threatening to split the dragonkin in half. Vigorous and fast, those small movements of the beast's hips didn't last much longer as the sharp claws on hands and feet plowed the earth, bracing for it. The ordeal wasn't over yet, but Ezer had seemingly reached his limit.

Savage grunts and pants sounded above Navie, drool falling on his back. The cock misshaping his stomach tensed, engorging slightly and throbbing. The first shot splashed hot unholy seed to the nether ends of his insides, even further than the prick itself had reached. The werewolf trembled and shook, one shot came after the second, then a third, then any possible count was lost if possible to begin with. Navie's belly that didn't seem able to hold any more, distended further, as the knot fulfilled the task of keeping the semen inside. Instead of turning around like a four legged normal canine would do when mating, Ezer seemed to have lost part of that vigor, basically resting on the ground. Navie ended partially trapped against the beast, covered by that living wolf pelt, the weight combined with the knot keeping him locked in place.

Ezer's beastly breathing calmed down, as the beast rested with some occasional twitch, his cock still leaking a small but almost continuous river of sticky hot semen inside Navie. Minutes and minutes passed, as the knot finally deflated, the wolf prick slowly shrinking out of Navie's ass, a sea of strong smelling cum flooding out, contributing to alleviate the pressure. As the moon disappeared behind the mountains, the night grew darker, exhaustion settled in and without the violence and excitement, sleep soon took prey of them.

...

The next day shed light on the shameful scene, the pale morning sun enlightening the two of them lying naked on the wet ground. Ezer was a human back again, his bare figure still atop an awaking Navie. Ezer was still asleep, but it wouldn't take long for him to wake, if he didn't do it in a matter of seconds if aided by movement or noise. The river flowed free, and the birds were singing as if nothing had happened, as if such rampaging violation was just a nightmare, but it was all to real, all too close.
 
"F-fuckfuckfuckfuck..." Navie's voice came out in a chorus of grunts and curses as he was sealed to that engorged cock. It swept back in forth inside of him, milking him, causing him to see stars. Navie was so overwhelmed, he couldn't even tell whether the pounding in his chest was his heartbeat or the residual throb of Ezer's dick. It felt like he'd be torn apart any moment, his body scraped and dragged through the dirt, left to the mercy of the short thrusts. His purple curls shone and shimmered in waves of pink as the moon reflected off of them, his pretty, defiled body coated in sweat and drool as Ezer pounded against his bruised ass. The wolf rutted into him a final time, growled, shuddered, and Navie felt the ripple in his cock as it throbbed once, twice, before beginning to spill its seed deep inside him.

He felt like he was going to die. He was overloaded with heat and need and pain, tied to the monster who was brutally breeding him. Waves after waves of cum filled his stomach, making his stomach bloat as if it were carrying a litter of puppies with its weight. Navie nearly blacked out, whining and clawing the dirt. When it felt like it was over, it wasn't. And when it finally was, the wolf laid atop him, pressing him into the dirt and rubbing him in his own cum anew as it crushed his pained and bloated stomach into the ground, forcing some of its seed out to slide over his sack. As Navie panted, he lay there, whimpering, unable to quite fall unconscious due to the simple pain and discomfort, a persistent feeling that did not subside until Ezer shrunk. Cum splashed out of him around the receding cock, puddling beneath his thighs. Every moment was a moment away from comfort, but it took a solid ten more minutes for his body to go back to its proper shape, for Ezer's cock to recede fully into his sheath... and for Navie, still pinned and unable to move even if he wanted, felt blessed unconsciousness take him.

****

He wished he could say he woke happily. There was an ache in him that had not yet subsided, but more than that, he was still trapped beneath Ezer, the proof of their coupling clinging to his naked body. Ezer breathed across his neck, unmoving as of yet, but Navie could not hope that Ezer would remain asleep while he slipped away. Nor could he put hope in denying their fornication. There was no out but to face the humiliation head on, and Navie's heartbeat started to pound in his chest at the anxiety of the oncoming confrontation.

He hoped that Ezer wasn't the type to suddenly wallow in pity. He didn't have anything in him to comfort the male on top of him. He prayed for a fight, an argument, anything some semblance of normal. He closed his eyes, and, shifting gently, got up the leverage of his body and his tail to buck Ezer suddenly to the side, abruptly and rudely dismounting him in some effort to make him wake up irate, so that maybe, in those moments, he could distract him from what happened.

He damn well hoped Ezer didn't remember anything from last night as the dragonkin grabbed the shreds of his robe, luckily still in tact enough to wrap around him thoroughly as he sat to his knees, obscuring his shameful display. As long as he didn't get up from where he sat, he'd keep the puddle of cum covered too, the rest having seeped into the ground and disappeared into the mud and dirt he had rubbed on his face and chest. He took a deep breath and braced himself, psyching himself up for whatever conversation he was going to have to have.
 
A dreamless darkness plagued Ezer's sleep, a complete nothing born from utter exhaustion. The black broke into pieces, pierced by the morning sun as he was shaken into consciousness, finding himself naked on the forest ground. "What the fuck" he mumbled, covering his eyes from the light with one hand, groaning as he was still in the process of awaking. He sat up on the ground, dirt and leaves sticking to his body, feeling rested but a bit sore, what was no surprise given where he had seemingly slept in. Hearing a restless breath and nervous shuffling, he turned to a side, seeing Navie sitting on his knees, awfully close and barely covered. Ezer closed his eyes tight, trying to remember what happened yesterday, but it was coming to him slowly and laboriously.

"I remember the witch. The bite and the curse, the ride on the horses..." his memories still locked beyond that. "What the fuck happened last night? Why the hell did I awoke naked next to-" Ezer realized that the only reason for that to happen was one and only. "Did I..." he mumbled, looking at himself, then back at Navie looking more uncomfortable than ever. "Oh hell..." he sighed, rubbing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Did you feed me some of your herbs and mushrooms? Or was it a spell?" Ezer's blue eyes inspecting every reaction Navie could have with his words. "With such a plump ass I'm sure you couldn't help it, right? You needed some cock in there, right?" in his spite he didn't notice his admittance of having a liking to Navie's backside, but he didn't stop there, as Ezer got up, dirty and naked and stepped right to him. "So what, did you suck at this to your hearts content?" he got hold of his own cock, wriggling it soft in front of his face.

Feeling enticed by the idea, Ezer turned around before he got a half chub in front of the dragonkin. "You could have asked at least, you slut" he said, painfully unaware yet of what had happened. "Lets get fucking clean and dressed before anything else" he grunted, going first to the close camp to grab his clothes, then to the river to clean himself, almost parading in front of Navie.
 
Navie was prepared for a lot of things--a fight about him being rude, a half-assed sobfest of pitiful whining. He was not prepared for an accusation. His cheeks turned bright, flashing red. His tail thumped the ground angrily. He nearly rose to his feet before the squishing noise kept him there, reminding him of the mess beneath him as he hid under the robe. Ezer was annoying, belligerent, and he had rewritten the night's history into something opposite of what had happened. "You fucking asshole." Navie growled, his teeth grinding as his tail thumped the ground again, but he didn't dare rise while the other boy walked in front of him like he was showing off before he skipped off down toward the river. Despite accusing Navie of drugging and raping him, Ezer certainly seemed pleased with himself. "You unbelievable, crazed..." He drifted off in a shivering bout of anger.

Navie struggled with whether he wanted to fix the man's understanding of the night. He definitely did not want to tell Ezer he had been fucked by him as a dog.

He didn't know how to tell him he was dangerous without telling him that that had happened, though. While Ezer bathed in the river, Navie permitted himself to not talk about it right now. After all, Ezer wouldn't become dangerous until the day was over, so he could at least put it off for the moment. He looked over his shoulder at the man in the river and shivered, pushing down the odd feeling in his gut that reminded him that he maybe had a crush on the male in the river--a crush he desperately wanted to ignore.

He stood up, with great amounts of difficulty, tail used to balance him as he pushed himself onto shaking legs and felt cum still run down his thighs. The tail was at least hiding the view of anything from Ezer. With some amount of effort, the little dragon took a deep breath and stepped back. A small, violet flame erupted in front of him, scorching the ground, evaporating the obvious evidence of their unnatural date.

He dropped the robe around his waist, uninterested in covering his bare and dirty chest when compared to covering his lower half. The robe acted as a skirt that reached his knees, and Navie began the arduous task of making his way upstream just slightly before going to the river. Every step was agony. He had healed all physical trauma, but his body remembered the goddamn night like it was imprinted on him. He smelled like Ezer, tasted like him, and if he closed his eyes, there was a moment he thought he felt him. The water, when he finally stumbled into it, was a godsend. He didn't take off the robe--there was no reason to. It was torn beyond recognition--he'd doubtlessly abandon it after washing for his clean clothing. For now, it'd work as a wet cloth. His flushed body felt good with the icy river running over it. He washed sticky remains of dried cum and dirt off his skin until it shone its proper alabaster white. He washed his hair again. He reached down and cleaned his thighs, the curve between his ass, and waited, impatiently, to feel like he wasn't leaking cum anymore from his abused body, all the while keeping his back to the other male and trying not to get hung up on sorting his feelings or what he was going to do before the next night came with the same punishments.
 
Ezer cleaned himself on the river, still a bit groggy and anything but happy. The witch had fled to who knew where, and as the contract stipulated, they couldn't stop until she was dead. Of course, the only breach of those terms the contract even took into consideration were their deaths, so unless the witch died, both of them were stuck with each other until they were dead as well. Ezer looked at Navie's back, the dragonkin washing himself in the river, not even looking back at Ezer. He guessed that there were worse people to be stuck with, but it was just a fleeing thought. Did really the wizard took advantage of Ezer's feverish state? He doubted it, even less what he proposed about drugging him, but it was the only thing that crossed his mind in that moment. Navie sure looked angry, but also seemed embarrassed about something he didn't quite catch.

Maybe it was Ezer flaunting his body? It had been just a mockery driven to insult, not entice, but even then maybe, just maybe, Navie liked men? Ezer shook his head, what the hell was he thinking of? He removed grime and dirt, the river cleansing the confusion and failure, making Ezer felt renewed, as if he had another chance just there to catch it. They had to settle things first, but Ezer wasn't going to say a word then and there, as it was to no avail to argue naked on a river, specially if he ended up getting caught on one of those glances to Navie's backside.

Getting out of the water, Ezer dried himself and got dressed, all in plain sight for Navie to look if he cared. He had already seen Ezer naked, and if he didn't mind much before, he certainly didn't mind it then, specially if with that riled the dragonkin enough to confess what had really happened. Not remembering didn't worry him, but was irksome, as he thought it painted him as vulnerable or weak, and the last thing he needed was to second guess himself if they were to catch that dreaded witch. It was tempting to wait for Navie to get out, see him naked for a change, but he had things to do and there was a limit on how much felt convenient to tease him.

Back on the camp he awaited for the dragonkin making sure their equipment and provisions were safe, and took the horses, apparently calmer that day, to drink on the river, avoiding to look at Navie and soon taking them back. He readied breakfast for the two of them, finished just when Navie was returning. "Lets eat and talk, I want to know what happened last night" he just stated, plain and simple, serving the food in two plates and giving one to Navie. "Here's your breakfast, princess-" he joked once more, but calling Navie a princess felt familiar, even if he couldn't remember when had he done so. He froze, utterly confused, feeling angry for not knowing what happened, but also an irrational fear that made him not want to remember.

"Ah-" Ezer mumbled. "You know what? I don't want to know" he said that he changed his mind, but he seemed shifty, nervous. "What happens in the trenches stays there I guess..." added. It was a weak reasoning and even a weaker excuse, but if Navie took it to cover a night of feverish who knew what, Ezer was fine with it for the time being, as the darkness in his memories terrified him.
 
Navie was pleased with being left to his own. Ezer seemed content to leave him be after saying such vulgar things, and it gave the violet dragon some time to think. He finally pulled himself from the river after he felt clean, taking a moment to dry himself with his own warm breath of flame, a convenience he could not bestow on anything besides himself. His steps were less wobbly now, but still unsure, as he dressed himself in his clothing once more, fully dried from hanging all night and well into their morning nap. The pants slid up and fastened above his tail, the shimmering cloth catching the morning light and flashing as Ezer lead the horses to water. He pulled the shirt on over himself, and, feeling much more himself, made his way back to the camp.

Ezer shuffled around, set things up, made a breakfast. They did these things mostly in silence, Navie considering the night heavily in his mind. When Ezer gave him food, demanding a retelling of last night, Navie had not come up with a good answer yet. Instead, he just burned a flash of red and stuffed the food in his mouth, not even barking back about being called princess. When Ezer backed off the questions, Navie was eased in his mind, but there was one thing he wanted to be clear about.

"I didn't drug you, nor cast a damn spell on you." He said, sharply, and then looked away, stuffing another piece of food in his mouth to chew and swallow eagerly. His throat was still sore. Everything was still sore. He had never had such a battering on his internals before, and apparently, he didn't recover as fast from it. "You went crazy. That damn curse made you scream for help--something about a beast again. I came to you."

He stopped, another bite. He didn't have to tell Ezer he turned into an animal. Hell, he realized, he didn't have to tell Ezer much of anything.

"You were growling. I tried to calm you down. You weren't you. I was caught off guard and got knocked unconscious. I don't know what happened last night," He lied. "And whatever happened, it's not important." He said, quickly, trying to avoid any possibility of Ezer feeling bad; although, he wasn't sure the boy knew how to feel bad.

"But I didn't do anything to you. I wouldn't do that. If I wanted to.. to.." He stuttered, shifting, looking away again, the blush in his cheeks growing, "do something with you, I'd kiss you, or something. Not.. drug you." God, he sounded like a very embarrassed virgin. He ate the rest of his breakfast hurriedly before setting the plate to the side. It didn't matter that he was a very embarrassed virgin, he didn't want to sound like it. Or, he guessed, he had been.
 
Ezer was glad when he saw that Navie didn't notice his doubts and instead was insistent on defending his innocence. Not only he claimed that he didn't do anything to him, but also that all was his fault, the curse's fault. The beast, just mentioning it made Ezer remember flashes of black fur, red eyes in the night. Ezer was looking at the plate without seeing it, while Navie recounted how he got surprised and knocked off. Did he harm the dragonkin? His blue eyes went to his face, startled for a brief second seeing his face bothered, tears in his eyes, but after a blink those things just weren't there, Navie was perfectly fine. Ezer shook his head, trying to free himself of that sight and worse of all, how enticing it seemed for a moment.

"Fine, fine, I get it" Ezer waved in the air. It seemed that the curse, maybe the poison, or the nightmares and the lack of rest caught up to him and made him unstable. There was still something weird about it all, as Navie seemed fidgety about the issue, but maybe it was the embarrassment of having been knocked out by him. "Yeah, I had to already know that you wouldn't do such a thing" he nodded. "My cute dragon princess is a romantic at heart, needs kisses and cuddles to get wet" there it was, Ezer's trademark jerk attitude again, trying to elicit an answer out of Navie. His jokes and insults had been getting more and more crass and naughty with time, maybe it was just that the old ones didn't work, or maybe it was something else.

What would it be like to kiss Navie? To hold him close? To- No. Ezer couldn't think like that again, it wasn't appropriate nor natural. It had brought him great shame in the past and he wasn't up to repeat it again. If he needed relief they would stop in a whorehouse on the road or do it himself, Ezer was sure that Navie could welcome a little bit of tits and ass too, maybe he could be less stuffy after a good fucking. "Time for business" Ezer clapped. "We have to catch and kill that witch, but even if I stabbed her she went away. I doubt we can find anything of use in the swamp, not after the fire" he returned to a more serious and professional self, trying to move forward from the weird events of the past day and a half. If they ended the job they could part ways and he could finally stop thinking about Navie.

"We need a way to trace her particular signature of magic over a greater distance" Ezer said, "that's your thing, if we need something of hers, maybe she left behind something on the swamp" noted while picking camp and getting ready to move. "If not, we'll have to wait around the county for her to strike again" he shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about the damage the witch could do as long as that served to pin her down somewhere.
 
Navie felt like he was being stared at, and shifted nervously, swinging his tail up on his hip and playing with the tuft of lighter purple hair at the end as Ezer talked about how he liked romance, and he turned darker red. "Thanks, jerk. You are such a shithead." He barked, but it was normal. Normal was good, right? Normal wasn't staring at Ezer like he wanted to be pushed against a tree, to feel what might ....

He shook his head and stood up, awkwardly packed their things while shuffling around the camp, distracting himself. He even moved up to the horse to put things in the saddlebags and got bit soundly on the shoulder, knocking the animal away with a swipe of his hand and an "ow!" He moved away again, taking a breath and tasting the fresh morning air as it washed the memory of a night away from his skin. "I would need to get close enough to her for my spell to work. We can go back to the swamp and try, but I doubt she stuck within the radius. I think she was aware I was a spellcaster." He said, slyly, remembering the fireball that had started the whole thing off.

He put out the fire, kicked it apart, avoided touching Ezer, and every time he looked at him, if Ezer was looking back, he turned away quickly. On the other hand, he also had a habit of lingering when he wasn't, which he often got caught doing before going back to working. Calm down, Navie. This isn't the way normal boys act. Truth be told, he hadn't ever really had a crush before. There was like this one girl in a group once with a ridiculously large shield-sword. She was taller than Ezer--well, taller than he was right now. Navie wondered if he should feel bad for lying about the night. If it would come back to bite him. Literally.

This was on his mind a long time.

"We should resupply at a village before turning back, though. Rations are low." He wondered if it was a bad idea to let him sleep at a town. "Though we shouldn't stay there at dusk; I don't know if you'll get mad again and lash out at someone else," He paused, his cheeks flushing in a mix of embarrassment and jealousy at the idea of Ezer 'attacking' someone else. He's not mine. And we didn't exactly have a consensual encounter. I passed out after being brutally... I shouldn't be like this.
 
Ezer sighed, knowing that it wouldn't be easy to find the witch without touring around searching for clues, something that would prolong that relationship... wherever it was headed to. "There is a town just down south, out of the range of the malady that created the Green Bog" Ezer said, the acknowledgement of Navie's idea being the closest to a compliment he could muster. What he added made him frown, looking odd at Navie. "So your theory as an expert in all matters arcane and divine" his tone was pure mockery, "is that I'm afflicted by a capricious curse that only affects me at night?" he asked. "Poor townsfolk, they could get slapped around by an angry human, dozing off like a weakling" despite his mockery he wasn't stupid, and saw that Navie was affected for whatever had happened, even if he didn't want to talk of it.

"You know what? I'm fine, I feel fine, better than in a long time in fact" he added, noticing his vigor. "But if you insist that I'm a dangerous madman that ends naked and knocking people off, I'll play along, it'll be amusing at least" Ezer nodded. "That said, if you are so convinced of that, even if we get out of town, what are you going to do with me? I'm not going to let you tie me down, that's for sure" he returned to mockery again, attributing some kinky practice to the dragonkin. After the exchange, they finally managed, despite the difficulties with the horses, to get on the road. Even if Ezer didn't talk much, still irked for the lack of memory, it was a mostly calm trip. They reached the town in the early afternoon, still in time to get a bite on a tavern and get some supplies before heading who knew where.

The town itself may be free of the blight that the witch inflicted in the area, but the forest she had turned into a swamp was one of the sources of income for a town that was in an obvious decline. With that place as a source of fruit, wood and hunt, not to mention how many people were lost and turned into those undead creatures, it was awfully close of turning into a ghost town. The buildings were in disrepair, others completely empty, and the only signs of life were around a big wooden place, that seemed to serve as the local watering hole as well as the only store in town. Helping Navie off his horse once more, always better than chase the mount if it fled, Ezer tied the horses in front of the place. He entered with a strange spring to his step, wanting to grab a drink, a bite and maybe relax a bit so he could fish for more information.

Be it about the town and the witch, or maybe getting it out of the reserved Navie, that remained to be seen.
 
Ezer had a tendency to pretend like he couldn't believe what Navie was saying, but the Dragonkin was catching on to the game by now. Ezer believed him just fine, he just didn't want to, and he couldn't possibly be caught dead agreeing with him--fine, that was just fine. Annoying, childish, utterly infuriating, but fine. The ride to the town was filled with Navie berating him for that particular habit. Ezer being quiet didn't quiet the dragonkin down, and riding on the horses, he had plenty of irritation starting anyway. When they reached town, Ezer swung around and reached up for the dragon's hips and Navie considered outright refusing him, then the horse pawed the ground and he thought better of it. His ass still wasn't perfectly recovered.

He slid down and lost his footing, faceplanting right into the male's firm chest for a moment before righting himself and grumbling in irritation. Ezer seemed chipper as ever, and Navie was concerned about that, too.

***

Hours passed in the town. Navie focused on getting things together rather than dealing with Ezer's flippant behavior that was making steam exhale through his nose like a bull. By the time Navie was done and Ezer had pleased himself by talking to the few locals left, twilight was already upon them. They had food enough, new robes for Javie, several other things of interest, but the dragon didn't want to stay here any longer. Besides, there was that one bartending woman who kept eyeing Ezer and Navie was worried that it'd happen if he stuck around.

He beckoned Ezer out to urge him to leave, "It's getting late, and we should go.. and I really think you should rethink getting tied up." Not that he thought ropes would handle the monster that Ezer became, but maybe some proper manacles.. which he had totally acquired and were in the saddlebag. For emergencies.
 
People in town knew little to nothing, and Ezer's brash self didn't help much either. Whatever shreds of information he got from the villagers was out of hope of getting revenge at his hands, more than out of sympathy for him. There was still someone that didn't seem to mind Ezer's attitude, besides the one contractually obligated to be there that is, and that was the bartender lass that was showing off her enormous cleavage at every serving opportunity. It was no guess that she didn't mind Ezer's sharp tongue, as she didn't look like she wanted to talk with him. Ezer had a beer too many, and now he wasn't as worried about his blackout as it was before, but Navie was being a grouch once more, like the whole way into the town itself.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, dragon boy, but the only way I end up tied is that..." Ezer glanced at the bartender woman, "whatever her name is takes me upstairs and ties me into her bed" he added, whispering up close Navie's face, cheap ale on his breath, ice blue eyes nailed at him. "I even thought that we could, you know, share her. For the sake of building bridges between us, you know?" a dry laugh finished the crass comment. "Even if you like the cock, there is something about those breasts, right? I could stuff my mouth with them for days" Ezer seemed to be more open than usual, and it wasn't just the alcohol the one talking, as he could handle more than the watered down piss he had been drinking.

"I don't want to worry my princess, though, I'll play nice" he said, seeing that Navie seemed genuinely worried and didn't want to cause a scene any bigger than that. Ezer slammed coin in the table, enough to pay for everything, and walked out to the cool air of the night. "So... what's the plan here? I let myself tie for the safety of the poor townsfolk?" he got close to Navie once they were out. "Do you want me naked as well? I thought you already had seem enough of this" Ezer moved his hips forward, pushing his soft groin against Navie. "And I haven't seen none of yours... shy boy..." he whispered. It wasn't just Ezer pushing his luck, trying to get some from Navie since he wasn't going to get from anywhere else. In case of rejection he could always play it like it was just teasing, just trying to get the truth from him, something that was also true, but not the whole story.
 
Ah, God. That jealousy reared its ugly head again. Ezer was the worst. Share a woman? His nose curled in disgust at the idea. Navie wished he could just forget last night, pretend it didn't happen, and turn off whatever stupid emotions he had tied to it. It wasn't Ezer then, anyway. He obviously didn't care for him, and he was adamant he was not sexually attracted to Navie, which he was currently contradicting by backing the dragon up against one of the ruined buildings, drunkenly looming over him and lewdly thrusting against his soft stomach. Navie would have melted and whimpered if he wasn't so angry at the other male. God, Navie was getting hard, and that was problematic in and of itself.

"I-I don't need you naked," Though I feel like it might be better, he didn't say aloud. Somehow he doubted his clothing would survive. How would he lie his way out of it the next time around? "Or... maybe--" He cut off, unable to hit on the drunk in front of him. It was humiliating enough that he had ended up rutted half to death by a man who so obviously was abhorred by the thought. "Look. I don't know. You woke up naked yesterday. I didn't make you that way. I certain as hell didn't..." Make me that way, he again didn't say, instead biting his lower lip and turning pink.

"L-look, Shithead." He put his hands on Ezer's chest and tried to push the much stronger man away, "Stop rutting against me like I'm your personal sex toy after describing fucking someone else," He managed, trying not to be too obvious about his jealousy.
 
Sentences cut in half, fidgeting and biting his lip, turning redder even with by the light of the dusk. Navie was making him mad, the dragonkin was decided and resourceful as a wizard, but in that situation his lack of initiative was irking Ezer. What was he hiding? Did he really despise him? What happened that night? Sure, Ezer wasn't helping much, but he was honest. More honest, at least as far as he could manage. But he had to do something, anything, as Navie wouldn't talk since he didn't seem to trust him. Maybe there was a way of making him talk and getting what he wanted at the same time, but if backfired it could get ugly.

With Navie's hands busy on his chest, Ezer's own right hand went lower, reaching for the dragonkin's groin. "I'm tired of wondering what you got here" he said, grabbing the outline of Navie's cock on those flimsy clothes of his. "What's this?" Ezer smiled, getting even closer, his mouth hissing in front on Navie's face. "It's not what I'd call hard" he admitted on a whisper. "But there is no way it's soft either" his left hand got hold of Navie's colorful mane, pulling from it so he would look at his face, straight at his blue eyes. "So you like this" Ezer groped the dragonkin's prick from the outside, feeling it enlarge. Ezer's mouth was just above Navie's, so awfully close that he may almost taste a kiss, but it never came.

"No one is going to see us here" Ezer said, guiding Navie by cock and mane into the darkest corners of a ruined building. "Come on, say it" he hissed, warm breath caressing his lips. "Say that you want it" Ezer leaned in, the tip of his tongue caressing Navie's lips. "Beg for it and I'll give you all that you want, all that you deserve" he nibbled Navie's lower lip. "Or tell me no. Tell me no if you dare" his caressing of Navie's cock stopped, turning into a tight grasp.
 
Ezer's mixed signals became crossed so badly that the trains collided. His hand went straight between his legs, cupping his genitals and rubbing his palm against the half-hard prick sensuously, masking it with his words as an idle curiosity. Navie flared red and his violet eyes went wide. More than that, Ezer leaned down, his other hand grabbing a fistful of Navie's hair and tilting it up, sending a shock of sensation down his spine. Wait, what's happening? He was staring up into bright blue eyes, unable to escape, tasting the hiss of words he was hearing as if they were going slow motion. His cock responded. Not just to the sensation of Ezer's touch, but to his voice and, to Navie's chagrin, the pain of the grip in his air.

His breath was coming raggedly now, his cheeks flushed and his heart rate skyrocketing. The notion of not being seen as he was pushed into an abandoned building left his imagination tumbling. They were alone. The empty room was lit only by moonlight and the reflection of it in Ezer's bright eyes. Navie was backed into a corner, pressed to the wall, and the warrior, tasting of ale and what Navie could only describe as sex, was whispering to him--daring him to let go.

It's a trap. I'll say I want it and he'll tease me and leave, calling me a name. He told himself, but that tongue danced over his lower lip and Navie saw stars, moaning. Definitely don't say anything, His cock was painfully hard when Ezer squeezed it roughly, lips against his but not tight. It hurt. It made his toes curl. He liked it a lot. I'm fucking ruined. He thought, in response to the way pain was making him feel. His claws, still against Ezer's chest, curled into fists. He ran out of willpower.

"I... d-do." He winced at himself, gulping down saliva in his mouth. His face burned brighter, his violet eyes closing. "I w-won't beg." He stated, defiantly, but the shake of his voice gave anything but confidence. "Y-you're drunk." He whispered, as if just realizing. He was going to die of embarrassment in the morning, and the very idea of rejection made him squirm, but for the moment, he really couldn't resist. His lower lip was wet with Ezer's saliva. His breath was practically being held, and the man's eyes were captivating. He gripped the tunic, leaned up onto his toes, and closed the short distance between their lips. Just for a moment. A star-struck, stupid moment that he'd no doubt regret while pining over it forever. The sensation of Ezer's lips pressed against his fully was damn heavenly, although the virginal Dragonkin didn't make any efforts to press it deep. A chaste kiss, lips pressed rough against lips, no more than a moment long before the boy rocked back down to his feet, their mouths still not far from each other.

Internally, he was panicking. It was visible in his eyes. Externally, he was panting like he had just run a hundred meter dash at full tilt, and he just waited. He gripped the tunic like he was scared he would fall off a cliff in a moment and.. waited.
 
Ezer looked at the cute Navie squirm and protest, argue that he was drunk when with that beverage he'd need more than double of what he had to be really off the rails. But he said that he wanted it, even if he maintained that he wouldn't beg, he still wanted Ezer. He was about to go on another of his abusive tirades when Navie closed in for a girly kiss, an act so good willed, so lovely, that even Ezer gave pause. He hadn't been kissed like that in a long while, not since the war, since the trenches. Was he able to make the same mistake twice? No, Navie was there to help him, to serve his wishes and nothing more, he couldn't allow himself to think of him in any other way. Maybe Ezer wouldn't be able even if he wanted, so broken he was. Ezer fled forward from his past, leaning in to plunge his tongue on Navie's mouth, tasting the dragonkin's tongue, scrapping against the back of his sharp teeth. His approach was forceful, seeking to quench his need and nothing else, worrying not if Navie liked it or not, or so he thought.

Ending the sultry kiss, the thread of drool that joined them broke, and now just Ezer's hands on Navie joined them. His hand grasping at the dragonkin's cock, his fist balled capturing his hair. Another pull of that mane made Navie look upwards to those cold eyes, but they soon disappeared as Ezer went down to his neck, nibbling and licking it, tasting his skin. "Oh, but you will" his voice didn't sound any less mocking or mean even if muffled by his neck. "You will beg" Ezer stated, his eyes back again on Navie's, stating a fact that seemed unavoidable. His right hand abandoned Navie's cock after slapping it once, twice, and went to the dragonkin's face. Whatever fear he may had that Ezer was going to slap him vanished, as his rough right hand instead caressed his face. "I'm going to enjoy this" he said, his thumb casually slipping in Navie's mouth as he caressed him, those blue eyes never abandoning his.

"On your knees" Ezer stated, another pull of hair directing Navie to the ground, where he could easily see that Ezer was throbbing hard against his clothes. "Go on, don't be shy" he pushed Navie's face against his crotch, making him smell the metal of the belt, the leather of the armor, and another familiar aroma behind those. Ezer's cock was painfully pressed against his pants, asking for release, so he pulled Navie back, giving him space to undo his clothes, to take care of that sizeable prick. Ezer released his hair, now whatever he did, facing that throbbing outline encased in those pants was an act of his own will, an act of his own volition. "So, what are you waiting for?" Ezer said as he looked down, defiant.
 
There was a moment in which the dragonkin was left to wonder. Just a moment where he was left to his panic.

And then Ezer did what Ezer seemed to do best: get rough. Fingers tightened in his purple-pink locks and held him steady so Ezer could bruise his lips with his kiss, forcing his tongue into his mouth like he had the night before, but more shallow. The kiss was not like Navie imagined kisses, reading in his study when he was younger, but it was mind-alteringly addictive. It didn't matter that he was still a bit sore. Navie didn't mind when Ezer hurt him--on the contrary, he found it oddly arousing. Which only managed to make him distraught internally as he throbbed in the man's grasp before he pulled back and Navie could breathe again.

He liked the taste in his mouth. Damnit. I'm so very ruined. he lamented, again.

Another yank tilted his head back, exposing his throat like a beta animal. His eyes went wide with the sharp pain and tears gathered at the edge of his lashes. He shuddered and hissed through clenched teeth as Ezer traced his throat with his tongue, dragged teeth across it softly, tasted him. When next their eyes met, after that threat, the Dragonkin's look was half-dazed. A mix between enamored and frightened, that cringed in a wince as Ezer slapped his sensitive and engorged member, drawing a hiss and an "Ah!" from the boy as he tried, and failed, to escape the grip.

A thumb in his mouth, pinning his tongue. He whined and watched those electric blue eyes staring down at him like he was the only thing in the world right then.

And then he was wrenched back, his legs buckling under the strength of his oppressor. He had his nose rubbed thoroughly against the throbbing heat underneath those pants, and Navie had a flash in his mind of the only other moment he had been like this. His cheeks turned red and he looked nervous. He had expected more of similar, but Ezer was perhaps crueler, in that his hand relesed the dragon's hair and waited expectantly, giving him the illusion of choice as he was pinned between him and the corner walls.

I should refuse. His fingers moved up to the belt, nervously, He'll never let me forget it if I don't. They unlatched it, pulling it open and loosening his breeches. It's dusk. Things can only get worse. He took a shuddering breath, overwhelmed with the scent of sex and heat in the air. What am I going to do down here, anyway? I'm no good at this. He pulled the fabric down, slowly revealing the hard length of Ezer's cock. It's still way too big. In his nervous hesitation, he looked away. His mistake ended up with the heavy prick thunking against his face as it finally swung up and free, leaving a small wet kiss of precum there. Oh god. I definitely have to stop. He couldn't shy away. He was already pushed back into the corner as far as he could go. He slowly looked up at Ezer through dark eyelashes, nervously, not moving his head, just... watching.
 
Ezer smiled as Navie's shaky hands worked their way through his clothes, slowly releasing his member after thorough unbuckling, unbuttoning and unfastening. He felt and saw it hit Navie's warm face, brushing the wet tip against his face and liking the effect, although Navie seemed unsure. The dragonkin looked at his veiny length, then upwards to his eyes. What did he want from him? Mercy? Affection? Love? Ezer wanted none of those, he couldn't he was no longer capable, not after the war. But lust? Hunger? Desire? Those he had to give. "It's a cock, I know firsthand that you have one like that" he sneered. "Well, smaller, but still. You should know what to do with it, let me show you" Ezer licked his lips, his left hand reaching for Navie's nape and his right hand taking hold of his own cock by the base.

A meaty clap echoed in the derelict building, then another, as Ezer made his prick slap Navie across his face. "Its warm and hard, right?" he asked, brushing it against Navie's cheek. "But it's still dry. Open" he commanded, softly tapping the dragonkin's lips with the red head. Once he complied, Ezer pushed it sideways, bulging Navie's cheek, grazing the tip against he inner lining of his mouth. Ezer moved it upwards, tracing the palate, downwards against the tongue, a thorough exploration of Navie's mouth. Ezer's hands moved to Navie's ears, caressing and pinching them while he rested his cock inside his mouth. He was toying with him, his rough touch both infuriating and exciting, but also curious, as if he wanted to find every button he could push for Navie to do as he pleased.

Ezer removed his hands, letting his arms dangle to the sides. "It's not going to suck itself" he said, looking at Navie's wet eyes. "And you'll thank that it's slippery, believe me" he added, his smile widening. "But if you don't want to suck it, I'm fine with it" Ezer shrugged. "Just do nothing until I count to five, and I'll take care of it by fucking that pretty face of yours" he promised, a compliment within his threat as usual. "One..." he said, licking his lips, seeing the conflict on Navie's face, taking it in. "Two..." added after a pause, what would the dragonkin do?
 
Ezer grasped the nape of his neck, taunting him, before roundly slapping the heavy weight of his dick against his cheeks and lips, causing the dragonkin to blush furiously. As he felt it against his mouth and hesitated under the command, he considered how similar Ezer was to his 'beast'. There were certainly more taunts, more dirty words, but Ezer was happy to take what he wanted, and be rough about it, besides. It wasn't at all like a romance story went. He shoved his cock into Navie's mouth and slid it around, taking his time to graze every curve of the dragon's teeth and spread his precum across his tongue. It was smaller than the other night, less eager to jump down his throat, but it was still huge. It strained his jaw to keep his soft lips around it, and there were so many inches still to the base.

Again, Ezer released him. Again, he threatened. Navie hesitated. How far was he going to go? He blinked away tears of panic and confusion. His breath was warm against the other man's cock, his teeth grazing the veins. The countdown started and Navie's tail thumped against the floor in an expression of his frustration, his blush deepening. He didn't have enough time to think. He didn't know what to do. Before, he had just ... before, it had hurt... a lot.

"... three... four...."

He looked up at those cold blues staring at him, blinked until a tear slid down his cheek, and just before Ezer said the final number, his tongue caressed the tip of him curiously, sliding around his head.
 
"Hng-" Ezer grunted when Navie licked him, just when he was thinking that he had to fulfill his promise and fuck his face. "Go on, I think we may have found something you are good at" he smiled, taking pleasure on what Navie gave him without having to take it. "Oh come on" he grumbled, "there is no reason to cry if you really want it, is there?" Ezer seemed about to back off, displeased. "You seemed to like this, maybe I shouldn't..." he mumbled, looking insecure. "Look, I may be rough, but I'm not a fucking monster" Ezer said, his cock was going from hard to just chubby, slipping out Navie's mouth. Ezer was genuinely a jerk, and was too far gone to form a relationship that wasn't abusive, but he still wasn't going to rape a teary man he had to travel with, even if deep down he wanted to.

"We can just... forget it or something" Ezer looked bothered, standing there with his cock dangling out. He was horny as hell, but he'd have to hold it in unless he wanted to force Navie then and there. "I'll just... I don't..." he shook his head, feeling off. "Besides, I'm feeling weird..." he looked at Navie, regret and lust in those blue eyes replaced for a moment by crimson hunger and fury. "The things I'd do to you... but I don't think I can if you don't want to" mumbled. It took a lot of restrain for Ezer to not jump at Navie before, but it was that same control, that bottled sexual violence that was feeding off the creature.
 
Oh, goodness. That rejection was physical, throughout all of Ezer's body, and Navie didn't like it one bit. Ezer stepped back, freeing Navie to leave. Navie looked thoroughly distraught. No. That's not right. His claws came up to Ezer's hips, wrapping around his waist like a desperate man trying to catch a runaway. It was needy, panicked, but Navie knew that looking like a desperately rejected lover wasn't the way.

You can't make me addicted to you and then stop.

He sunk his teeth into Ezer's thigh, tasting a hint of copper. He couldn't win with romance. He'd get too scared, overthinking every look Ezer gave him, and the other man wasn't the animal yet. He obviously would stop, coddle Navie, but not the way the dragon wanted. He could only hope he could win with anger, with lust, with whatever Ezer felt for him--not the same things Navie felt for him.

"Don't.. stop." He muttered, licking the skin he had attacked. "Please..?"
 
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