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The path up to the crow’s nest was mostly a lot of netting, which was problematic because climbing netting was always a tricky proposition with a boner sticking out. There was a not inconsiderable risk that the boner would stick into a hole in the netting and get stuck, which in the best case would make it slap up when it got free, and in the worst end in a net-dick tangle that was really painful to get free.
But Denver was fucking determined to get fucking, so he was careful to avoid rope-burn as he climbed, which was doubly impressive since he hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on.
Denver was the most impressive, especially when he needed to get laid. And yes, he’d already gotten laid a few times tonight, and that had been fun. But none of the guys who’d fucked him had been an honest-to-God actual dragon.
And Denver really wanted to get fucked by an honest-to-God actual dragon.
Fortunately, he knew where one was sleeping, and he got up to the crow’s nest without any trouble, climbing into the basket.
Dragon snorted, scratching his chest in his sleep. He was taking up most of the space in the nest, mostly courtesy of his wings, which were spread out behind him. He was snoring gently. Denver smiled, sitting on the edge of the nest and watching him sleep for a minute.
He was really hot, which Denver appreciated. Horns, tail and wings notwithstanding, he was leanly built but muscular, pointed in the right places, hair looking nice and soft against his forehead, that scar on his face really adding to his rugged demeanor. And his dick was resting on his belly, inviting with its very existence. Denver sighed a little dreamily.
“Waking up a sleeping dragon is a bad fucking idea.”
Denver nearly pitched backwards, not having noticed that Dragon’s eyes were open, reflecting moonlight. He regained his composure, smiling. “Fucking was the idea, actually.”
Dragon snorted again, shifting a little, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are all humans this straightforward?”
“Only the interesting ones,” Denver told him. He wondered who else had been that straightforward.
Dragon looked at him a moment, assessing Denver, looking his body up and down. Denver smiled, not ashamed. “Fine,” Dragon said, shrugging. “It took me forever to get comfortable up here and I’m not moving. You want it that bad, you can do the damn work, human.”
“Denver.”
“Don’t care.” He shut his eyes again. “Do your thing.”
Denver got down on his knees, taking Dragon in his hand. “Was thinking I’d do your thing.”
“Cute.”
“So they tell me.”
“Do you have to talk?”
“Do you have to be a jerk?”
“No, I just choose to.”
Denver rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”
“I know.” Dragon said smugly.
Whatever, they were going to fuck, not get married. Denver didn’t need him to have a decent personality. The angle slightly awkward, Denver took the dragon into his mouth, letting himself drool as he sucked the top bit of it, getting it as wet as he could.
Once Denver deemed it slick enough he pulled up, giving one more rueful look at the dragon’s closed eyes, and straddled his prey, taking the dick in hand and lining it up with his hole. Dragon still didn’t say anything, but he had a bit of a smug expression on his face and Denver could sense why. He didn’t think Denver was going to be able to take him.
Denver was about to prove him very, very wrong.
He relaxed himself, sitting on the head of Dragon’s cock. Denver sighed as he felt it penetrate him, going in without too much trouble—it was thick, but Denver was no beginner. Dragon snorted as Denver slid down, and when the entire head popped past his entrance, Denver grinned. This was going to be good.
Denver rocked himself back and forth as he slid down, fucking his way onto the whole of his dragon cock. It was a long process, a process of relaxation, of exertion, of determination. More and more of it went in, but it felt never-ending, and even as it started to burn, Denver found himself hoping it never did.
He’d never felt so full, so stretched, so challenged, and he kept pushing, moaning now and then as he got a particularly good thrust in, swinging his hips back and forth like his life depended on it and…
And when he felt his ass hit Dragon’s pubic bone, Denver came with a shout, spraying the dragon with his satisfaction.
Smiling, Denver just sat there a moment, hands on his dragon’s chest, letting himself get used to it. And when he opened his eyes, he saw the dragon looking up at him in something like wonder. “What?” Denver asked, panting. “Didn’t think I could do it?”
“I have to admit I didn’t,” he said, eyes wide. They were nice eyes, fiery and dark.
Denver grinned at him. “Come on now. It’s not that big. In fact, I think it’s just the right size for me.”
“That so?” Dragon asked.
Denver nodded, and he started to move again, feeling the dragon cock slide in and out of him as he went. “Just…right,” Denver breathed, sweating.
He yelped when the dragon started moving too, thrusting upwards. “Th-thought you wanted me to do the work…” Denver said.
“Changed my mind.” The dragon started thrusting now, moving his hips shallowly up into Denver, growling a little as the angle made it awkward. He rose up suddenly, sitting and pulling Denver closer to him. Denver rode him like that for a while, not able to moan quietly, arms wrapped around the dragon’s neck since his wings stopped Denver from wrapping them around his chest.
He kept trying to flex those wings, kept moving back and hitting his back on the wall of the crow’s nest, kept kicking the other side, kept growling, until he finally got tired of that and stood straight up with Denver in his arms and on his cock. “This is better,” the dragon decided.
Denver nodded, liking the sensation of being held, being weightless. He wrapped his legs around his dragon’s waist, just above the tail, and let the dragon thrust into him like that, his hands on Denver’s hips to move him along.
His arms and the dragon’s neck were sweaty and Denver kept slipping, so he leaned back a little, trusting his dragon to keep him up, and grabbed onto his horns for handles. The dragon took in a sharp breath and suddenly he was pounding Denver even faster, up and down, growls escaping him of a different tone this time.
Denver couldn’t find himself in the ocean of pleasure, his whole world nothing but the dragon in front of him and the cock inside him, and it was so much and so good and so hard and Denver loved it so much that he pulled himself forward and kissed the dragon on the mouth as he came all over the dragon’s chest again.
With a near-roar and his wings outstretched, the dragon came inside Denver, pulling away from the kiss to bite his neck instead, hard, hard enough to bleed, and Denver didn’t care because he was being filled up, cum burning into his insides with such force, leaking out even though he wanted it to stay in, more and more of it coming in so many spurts, seven, eight, nine full blasts inside him.
When he was done the dragon let out a breath, still holding Denver loosely. Denver smiled at him, a little dopey from the force of his orgasms. “Thanks,” he said, giggling a little.
The dragon smirked. “You’re welcome. I hope you don’t think I’m done.”
Oh, good. “I hope you don’t think I am.”
The dragon gave one thrust up into Denver, who gasped. “Good. Because now that you’ve woken me up, it’ll be a while before I fall asleep again.”
“You got a name?” Denver asked him.
“Louis.”
“Alright, Louis,” Denver said, shifting a little and giving him another kiss, followed by a gentle bite on the chin. “Keep me up all night.”
And he did.