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All Denki needed was three dragon scales.
He bought the recipe for a Potion of Wealth from a traveling wizard, and it was a steal. Most of the ingredients he needed to make it were either things he could get from the shop nearby or from the shop next to the college, and sure, they may have cost him a small fortune, but it was worth it considering the payoff was going to be infinite riches.
No more playing the lute for measly coppers for him. Those days were over.
Almost.
He had all of the ingredients the potion required except for the most important part: the dragon scales.
The shop near the college had two, of course, reserved for higher mages and summoners considering their spells were the most potent, as explained by the old man who owned the place, but there was no law that said he couldn’t sell them to just anyone, if they had the coin, of course.
And Denki did not.
Each scale cost a year’s worth of playing at the pub, and even at that, there were only two of them. Denki still needed one more or else the whole potion would have been ruined, and the thought that this was the only thing keeping him from his future of lavish robes and wine baths was inconceivable.
The old man laughed, and with a wheeze he said, “my boy, if you need the scales that much, you can always pluck them from the dragon yourself.”
And sure, it may have been just an old man’s joke, but it made Denki think, and think Denki did until his thoughts of endless riches consumed him, and all he had to do was get three dragon scales.
Three itty bitty dragon scales.
And that was how Denki found himself with his back pressed against a cave wall, holding his breath with his eyes closed tight as he prayed to all the gods that if they let him live, he’d never look at another piece of gold again.
He’d waited until after dark to sneak out. One, so no one would see him, follow him, and take the scales for themselves, and two because with all of his planning, he came to the conclusion that the best way to steal a dragon scale was to wait until the dragon was asleep to do it.
There was just one problem. No one told Denki how big the dragon would be.
He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t a large, fire breathing house.
His best shot was to climb its back, chip off some of the scales between its wings, slide down its tail, and run for it before the dragon woke.
Easier said than done.
But Denki did not come empty handed.
He patted his breast pocket and took a deep breath. Good, it was still there.
Before setting off on his big adventure, Denki sought out the wizard he bought the Potion of Wealth recipe from and found him telling one of the workers from the mill about his time as a knight serving the great lord of the marshlands, and normally Denki would have loved to sit and listen to such a riveting tale, but this was an emergency.
It only took two pints to get the wizard to agree to talk with him in private, and for three gold pieces, the wizard sold him a recipe for a sleeping powder that he said was potent enough to knock out a dragon.
So Denki took the list to the shop by the college, purchased all of the herbs he needed, and he even bought his very own mortar and pestle to grind them together back in the privacy of his room.
He took every precaution, including covering his own mouth with an old cloth and opening his window to make sure he didn’t knock himself out with the dust, and when he was finished, he dumped the white and purple powder into an old coin pouch to take with him.
His hand rested over that very pouch as he gathered his resolve.
The dragon was asleep in the largest part of the cave, a hulking red beast with black wings the size of ship sails, and Denki was sure it could use him as a toothpick if it wanted to.
But he came this far, and he wasn’t about to leave empty handed, so he knew what he needed to do.
First thing’s first, he had to get off of the cave wall and approach his destiny.
Think of the riches, he willed.
All the gold in the world, and all he had to do was get three little scales off of a dragon’s back... Easy. He’d played at pubs more dangerous than this for a whole lot less.
Denki swallowed and pushed himself forward.
Easy.
He stepped carefully, the soles of his boots scuffing against the dirt on the cave floor while his lantern shook in his grip, but the dragon slept peacefully, chin resting on its front paws.
It was kind of like a friendly farm dog, he thought idly, and as long as Denki let himself believe that dragons were nothing more than large, pointy puppies, he didn’t have to be afraid.
And as soon as he gave the dragon a dose of his sleeping powder, he no longer would have a reason to be.
Just a few… more… steps.
Denki set his lantern on the ground to walk the rest of the way, the faint glow casting a shadow on the dragon’s face. It had a scar over one of its eyes, and the fire flickered over its ruby scales like gemstones, and Denki held his breath.
He pulled the pouch from his pocket and reached inside, taking as much of the powder he could get in one fist before pulling his hand back out. The instructions weren’t clear on how he was supposed to get the dragon to take the powder, but he guessed he could throw it at its snout and hope for the best.
And Denki tossed it, flinging a splash of white and purple and covering the dragon’s mouth and nose in one go, and the dragon snorted, startled by the dust, but it didn’t stir.
Denki released a breath.
It didn’t wake.
It worked.
All he had to do was–.
The dragon sneezed, spraying the loose powder back in Denki’s face, and he gasped in surprise, and with that gasp, the rest filled his lungs, and he stumbled back as he coughed up what he could.
The dragon woke, and Denki couldn’t run, legs like stones beneath him, and the dragon stood, stretching on all four legs while spreading its gargantuan wings.
Denki fell back in surprise, and when his ass hit the cave floor, the dragon looked down at him from above.
He was so very, very big.
Denki watched in horror as it marched towards him, body swaying with every step, and dust from the cave above trickled down from the sheer strength of it.
But then Denki’s fear changed into something else. A strange, prickling heat spread over his body, crawling under his skin and making the clothes on his back itch like stiff wool.
Everything was wrong. His cloak, his tunic, his trousers, none of it felt like it belonged on him, and he tugged at his collar as the dragon approached him.
Gods save me.
The dragon leaned down, and Denki yelped, certain he was going to swallow him whole, but then the dragon pressed its– his snout against Denki’s stomach and huffed. No, sniffed. Small clouds of hot air puffed out over Denki’s dampening tunic, and the dragon sniffed down, down, down until he pressed his muzzle in between Denki’s legs.
Denki’s head rolled back with a broken moan.
The fire building up inside him traveled swiftly between his legs until his cock throbbed against the front of his pants, and the dragon nudged him again, and like a fool, Denki spread his thighs wider.
This was wrong, he knew it. He should have been afraid, but all he wanted was more. It didn’t make sense.
Inside, he screamed at himself, begging himself to come to his senses and run, but outside he huffed out a heavy breath and stayed right where he was, arching his hips up towards him for more.
The dragon’s hot breath was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, and he needed it on him.
But then the dragon continued past him, and Denki shrunk himself into a ball as he watched the dragon’s belly move over his face, praying that he wouldn’t step on him and crush him like a bug.
And it should have been enough of a reminder that Denki, as he was, was an ant in comparison, but then he looked down to the underside of the dragon where a different monster hung, long and heavy between his legs, and Denki gulped.
He’s going to mount me.
A smart man would have forced himself to run, would have scrambled away for his life, but the heat building below his skin yearned for the dragon’s hulking cock. It needed it. Denki needed it.
He pulled the string holding his pants up loose, and he quickly undressed in the few seconds he had before the dragon’s cock swung above him, its blunt equestrian tip dripping hot cum between Denki’s legs.
There was no way it was going to fit. It was as long as Denki was tall and easily matched his width, but Denki spread himself regardless, ready to be taken by this massive beast.
The dragon lowered himself down until he squatted over him, and Denki’s mouth fell open at their first drag against each other. There was nothing he could do then but lie back and let whatever happened happen.
And gods did it happen.
The dragon rutted over him, grinding his whole cock over Denki’s stomach, and Denki whimpered with pleasure as his own cock rutted up against his.
It used his whole body, humping him and dragging a wash of precum over Denki’s chest and stomach, and like a fool, Denki craved more.
With both knees already up, he wrapped his arms around the dragon’s dick, and gave the dragon a sheath to fuck into.
And it did, grunting and huffing with every thrust, and Denki cried out, teeth gritted into a strained smile at the intense waves of pleasure it gave him.
He closed his eyes, and he let the dragon have its way with him, and in return, the friction his thrusts gave Denki was glorious. There was no hand or hole like it, and he knew he’d been ruined for good.
Surely there was no better way to be fucked than by a dragon.
And he thought so as he came, gasping out as his body shook and arched, but the dragon didn’t stop. He kept humping him long past Denki’s orgasm, and Denki wasn’t strong enough to push him away.
So he took it, all of it. He let the dragon rut roughly into his weak arms even though Denki’s sensitive cock ached from the constant touch, and the wet sounds of his cum covered thighs echoed throughout the cave.
It continued on for ages until Denki’s thoughts were blurred, his consciousness nearly humped out of him, and he came once more against the dragon’s dick before he felt it jerk.
The cave itself rumbled.
The dragon let out a full bellied roar, a howl almost as he released over Denki’s stomach, his neck, his cock, his chest, and his thighs. Cum splattered over him, thick and white and warm, and Denki was as destroyed as he felt.
Happy and satisfied, the dragon waddled away, leaving Denki there flat on his back, and he turned in a large circle before coming back to him.
Denki blinked at it lazily, wondering if this was when he’d get eaten, but when the dragon leaned down again, this time it was to nuzzle him, nudging his jaw with its scaled mouth before moving down his body.
It licked him clean, careful and methodical with a serpentine tongue, and Denki’s eyes dragged shut as the strength melted out of him.
Falling asleep in a dragon’s lair was probably a mistake, but it couldn’t have been worse than fucking one in it.
He woke sometime later, cold from the cave chill with his legs still spread and what clothes he had left crusted with… he didn’t want to think about it.
Remembering where he was, he lifted his head with a fright, scared that the dragon was still there, but there was no beast in the cave with him.
Instead Denki saw something entirely unexpected.
A man not much older than himself slept near his feet, black and red hair tied back behind his head with tattered tan trousers around his waist, and he was shirtless.
Had someone else come for dragon scales too? Did he suffer the same fate as Denki?
Denki stuck out his leg and nudged him with his toe, hoping that he was at least alive, and the man stirred with a displeased groan.
He raised his head and eyed Denki’s exposed appearance before Denki thought to sit up to cover himself. No need in flashing any innocent travelers, he thought.
“Are you alright,” Denki asked.
The stranger tilted his head like he didn’t understand, and Denki pointed to where the dragon had slept, hoping to communicate with him in some way.
“Dra-gon,” he tried again, but it was no use.
The man answered sleepily in a language Denki couldn’t understand, and Denki knew that as a bard, it was his job to connect with people beyond words alone, even when it seemed impossible, but the mutual exhaustion itself was what frustrated him.
He opened his mouth to try again, but the discarded lantern flickered just enough to reveal a scar over the stranger’s eye, and he gasped.
“You?!”
The stranger’s eyes widened in surprise, still not understanding and startled, but then Denki pointed at him before pointing towards the spot from before, and the stranger’s mouth split into a grin, blade-sharp teeth twinkling in the light, and Denki gasped again.
“Dragons are people?!”
The stranger– dragon blinked back at him, because of course he didn’t understand, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that Denki had discovered something he was sure no one else in the world knew, not even the mages at the college.
And then he realized with a slight twinge of devastation, that if he ever told anyone about this, even in song, he would have to explain how he retrieved this information in the first place.
So he decided that the truth about dragons was a secret he would have to die with, and he was fine with that, because in no world was he ready to explain that he fucked a dragon to get it.
But all he needed were his dragon scales anyway, and then he’d have enough riches that nothing else would matter.
There was only one problem.
How was he supposed to get the scales off a dragon who no longer had them?
The dragon in question crawled towards him, and with their similar builds, Denki no longer had a reason to shrink away.
And perhaps he should have because once the dragon was close enough to him, he grabbed him by his hips and flipped him over before pulling Denki up on his knees.
Denki yelped as the still-hot tongue laved over his hole, and he shuddered, whimpering as the dragon prepared to take him.
Wholly, this time.
Oh, he’s not done.
And then he wondered, in the spirit of magical discovery, if the dragon would turn back into his reptilian form if he came a second time.
If his guess was correct, then all he needed was one good fuck, and then once the dragon fell asleep, he could steal the scales and escape, and then he could make his magic potion in peace.
Denki was truly a genius.
He braced himself on his elbows as the dragon’s claws dug into his skin, and he looked back in time to see a thick trail of spit not like any human’s dribble down onto his waiting hole.
His voice broke in a whimper. One good fuck was an understatement, he was about to get the mounting of a lifetime.
Well, at least the dragon was more considerate than most of the men at the pub were…
Gods save me.