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"Dante... I'm... gonna..." His body shook, and his cock in Dante's hand throbbed dangerously close to climax.

"Only when I let you, piggy…" he hissed, pulling his mouth away from Sebastian's tits and squeezing the throbbing cock in his hand tightly, as if trying to push back the orgasm that was trying to interrupt. "You're so quiet, I like the sound of pleas and moans" he said in a velvety tone. "If I wanted you quiet, I would have put the ball gag on you" Dante said the last part in a harsher tone. After a devious grin, he licked the other pec muscle and then licked the neglected nipple, his hand returning to massage the blond's cock, bouncing it in circles over the slit in the glans.

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"What should I do to get them back, fairy? Do you want some coins?" He patted his thick thighs and then chuckled. "Shhitt. I guess you already stole those too, didn't you, you little thief?"

He enjoyed traveling alongside the older man, from the moment they met, a sincere bond formed between them—a dwarf and a fairy, two creatures generally seen as peaceful, idyllic, and not very threatening, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Individually, they were already capable of keeping their own mess together, but when they were together, Krall's combat skills and Holden's mischievous magic were the downfall of highwaymen and any other unsuspecting evildoer who dared to underestimate them. Besides the security, there were additional benefits to their partnership; it was good to have someone to guide him whenever he needed a good fucking. Beyond the sex, Holden genuinely felt like Krall's road wife. "But I didn't do anything, why you always suspect me?" said the fairy in a tone of feigned indignation, crossing her arms as she sat beneath a tree, the dwarf's clothes hidden behind her back. "But I must say it's quite a sight" he smiled slyly as he observed the other male's body in all its glory.

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With his face buried in Evan's ass, Aidan let his tongue loose, and it quickly darted towards the ringed muscle. It prodded at the entrance, letting his warm saliva sooth the area.

He heard the older one kneeling behind him and pouted when his shorts fell to his ankles, soon his brown buns were spread open and his gaping rear winked sweetly at Aidan. The next thing Evan felt was his lover's rough beard grinding against his cheeks until finally the wet tongue was stuck out and moistened the entrance of the smaller male. "Damn…" he snorted as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter. In the process, it ended up causing his plump ass to stick out more against the other man's face. His body ended up betraying him, despite the disgruntled expression, he ended up bouncing his rear against his boyfriend's mouth "Fuck yeah, daddy…" he groaned reluctantly.

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Many of his folk were suddenly pulling out weapons, drawing from nature to execute defensive magic spells. All because the dragon was suddenly awake and moving beautifully across the skies. Oberon did not yet recognized him, but he knew it to be one of the old ones. Current dragons could barely match a royal fae's magical power, but that one was almost a god of the old times. It was in this awe moment that Oberon was caught off guard - a sweep that took him up in the air, right between claws almost as big as himself. The fairy king's face changed from awe to a small irritation, a tiny frown between his eyebrows. "You are addressing the King of the Fairies, Lord Dragon. You may be bigger, but you must surely know of me." He found he couldn't move under that gaze. He was not afraid, but it was as if he was drawned to it, ready to jump and dive into the eyes. "I am here to awake you and to ask you stop the bloody rain, which you already did. I would also like to invite you for a royal banquet. We haven't met a dragon such as you in a long, long time."

The frown on the fairy's face wasn't enough to remove the arrogance from the dragon's eyes, not even when he heard that the other man was a king. "Ah, Your Majesty, forgive me for my rudeness" he said, trying to disguise his mockery as he placed the fairy king back on the raft. "I must confess that I don't know you, you see, I come from a very far away place, where dragons don't breathe fire, but instead walk on clouds, he replied sincerely while blowing a light breeze to help the little boat reach the edge of the puddle, saving the rowers' arms from the effort. The invitation made his ears bristle with curiosity. "I'd be delighted. I was already planning to stay, after all, even though the rain has passed, all these ponds needs to drain away, and that's my responsibility" He landed on the muddy bank, near the newly docked boat, and then his body was enveloped in light until his dragon form disappeared, being replaced by a human form wrapped in clothes different from those worn by the crew. "I believe it will be easier for me to settle into your palace in this form" Touga replied with a wry smile.

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"Master Dragon, don't fucking break my balls here."

His sleep was so deep that not even shouts at the top of their lungs were enough to wake him, but that soon changed when the colored lights hit Touga's scales, the multiple simultaneous needle pricks were enough to wake him with a yawn strong enough to blow the fairy raft to the other side of the pond. "Heavens! I don't remember scheduling an acupuncture session," he murmured as soon as his eyes fully opened. He stretched his front claws and finally looked around, seeing that the landscape had transformed in the days he remained asleep due to the flood he had accidentally caused. Unable to let this situation continue, he rose from his muddy bed towards the sky and blew away the storm clouds. Then the dragon flew over the puddle of water that had once surrounded him, hovering near the small boat. He grabbed the crew member he recognized as the one responsible for waking him from his sleep by the tip of his coat collar, using the tips of his claws. "Thank you for waking me, tiny one" he said in a smug tone, poking the red-haired male's stomach with the claw of his other paw.

𝑉𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑢𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒

"I will pray to all the gods they are as beautiful as you, love." He whispered the words in the dragon language, overtaken by a heat he was unable to resist. With how hard he was going, there was hardly a way to stop himself now. He might have a human form, but he was a dragon, a beast through and through. And there was nothing stronger than the urge to breed. Howling like a wolf in heat, he exploded inside the bard's guts, load after load bloating that perfect belly, pushing it with his cock too until the ripped abs were almost like the belly of a pregnant woman in its first stages. He growled heavily, sticking his cock as deep as he could, panting when the orgasm's effects were finally receeding. He did not even know or care if the bard had came too. He fell over him, heavy and locking him in that tight embrace, his hole filled with cock and cum.

Skylar's senses were dazed, not only by the spell, but also because it was easy to become stunned between the dragon's bestly growls above him and the creaking of the bed, which was enduring the thrusts with less tenacity than the smaller male had. Finally, Magnar came, his seed gushing in thick spurts that warmed his lover's guts. If before there had been a small bump on his belly, now it had grown, and now he felt bloated. Finally, the king's body fell on top of the bard's, who, so exhausted, also ended up falling asleep. After the climax was finally reached, the spell dissipated while they slept. Skylar woke up first, and what he had wished had only been a nightmare had actually happened. His whole body was sore, Magnar's penis kept his ass still loose and gaping, and his stomach ached terribly, a strange burning sensation as if poison had been pumped into his insides. He was terrified and began to sob as tears streamed down his face; the plan had gone terribly wrong for him and culminated in him being bred.