Author's note: this story concerns sex between two male dragons. If that isn't to your tastes, read no further. If it is, enjoy!
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Dellerton slunk slowly into the dragon's lair, his feet touching the rock floor with professional soundlessness. The air was thick with sulphuric dragon-stench, but there was no sign of the foul beast yet. He risked another step forward, and then another. And then he froze.
He could see the dragon. Here, the irregular rock passageway turned into a larger chamber, and he caught sight of a shadow darker than the darkness around it: the outline of a great slumbering beast, the row of spines along its back clearly visible. Fulcox, they called him. But it was not the dragon that Dellerton had come for, but the huge ruby said to hang around his neck, known as the Infernal Eye. Fulcox had stolen it from a distant kingdom in his youth, and now Dellerton was going to steal it for himself.
The temptation to rush forwards and grab the jewel was intense, but also suicidal. Dragons are very sensitive to changes in their lairs, and the slightest unexpected noise, or trace of foreign odour, would wake them in an instant. Dellerton had done well to get this close, but he dared go no further. Luckily, as he spied a faint glint on the floor near his feet, he'd already found what he'd come for. Bending down, he scooped up a single dragon scale, and began to slowly, ever so slowly, back away from the sleeping dragon.
Out in the light of day, he looked at his new acquisition. A shining blue scale, thick and tough. He smiled. The ruby was as good as his. Pulling a single hair from his head, he held that in one hand and the scale in the other and began to chant. Dellerton was an accomplished magician as well as a thief, and had been preparing for this moment for months, but even so the spell was an unusually complex and difficult one, and by the time he had finished day had faded into night, and he felt drained. But it had worked. He could feel the changes coming upon him. He stripped off his tunic, closed his eyes, and waited for the transformation.
It wasn't a gradual process. There was no slow sprouting of wings, elongation of neck, or the feeling of the world getting smaller and smaller as he grew in stature. Instead, there was a short flash of searing white pain, and Dellerton the man was replaced by Dellerton the dragon.
He blinked and looked about him. The night didn't look half as dark through his draconic eyes, or feel half as cold through his scales. The trees around him looked smaller than they should have been, and the pile of clothes at his feet seemed impossibly tiny. He flicked them aside with a claw.
He looked himself over and did a quick inventory. Legs: four. Tail: one. Wings: two (he unfolded them and gave them a good flap. They felt like they should work if he needed them). Teeth: lots, and very sharp. Claws: same. Horns: two, both quite small. Scales: all over, blue ones on the top half and white ones underneath. Sexual organs: male.
Curious, he lifted one leg and bent his long neck around to inspect his new genitalia. It wasn't often, after all, that one got the chance to rummage through what a drake kept between his hind legs. There was, however, less to see than he'd imagined. The testes must have been stored internally, and the only visible feature was a significant scaled bulge hanging between his hips with a forward-facing opening. A sheath, he presumed, from which his penis would emerge when needed. Not that he anticipated needing it.
Dellerton moved from foot to foot, turned on the spot, flexed his spine; testing his new body, familiarising himself with how it moved. He unfurled his wings once again. How tempting it was, to leap into the air and soar, to discover what it felt like to fly! But no. He had a job to do, and speed and surprise were vital. And besides, this was powerful, dangerous magic: if he spent too long in this borrowed body, he would forget that he had ever been human.
He returned to Fulcox's lair and squeezed himself inside the entrance, whose previously cavernous proportions now felt almost claustrophobic. The body swap spell worked symmetrically, so he knew that inside there would be a very surprised Fulcox who had just woken to find himself in possession of a feeble human body. A body that Dellerton could trivially overpower and wrest the Infernal Eye from, before reversing the magic only once he was a long, long way away from the cheated dragon. There was nothing that could stop him now, and no more need for stealth.
"FULCOX!" he roared as he pushed himself into the large chamber where the dragon had slept. "Give it to me! Give it to me
now!
"
Two sharp golden eyes snapped round to stare at him, and the huge, still definitely draconic shape of Fulcox unfolded itself from his bed and rose up to its full, impressive height.
Dellerton stopped dead, his heart skipping two beats. Something had gone terribly wrong.
"Verititas!" snarled the other dragon in a thunderous voice. "I wasn't expecting to see
you
back here tonight!"
Dellerton tried to speak, but nothing came out. He'd got the wrong dragon's scale! He should have known that Fulcox wasn't blue and white. He was rust red underneath and mahogany brown on top, with big curving horns on his head and fierce golden eyes which blazed as they regarded his uninvited guest. And to Dellerton's horror, he saw the other dragon leap forwards and spring towards him at surprising speed, teeth bared.
In that moment, Dellerton just had time to calculate that he was finished. Fulcox was larger than him and much heavier built, probably almost twice his weight. And of course he knew exactly what he was doing in his draconic body, whereas Dellerton was an absolute beginner.
The dragon slammed into him at full force, knocking the thief off his feet. Dellerton saw Fulcox's maw moving towards his neck and squeezed his eyes closed, waiting for the fatal bite.
It didn't come. Instead, he felt the wet warmth of the dragon's tongue licking greedily against the scales of his throat.
"Oh Verititas, Verititas my love," the larger dragon purred. "Couldn't keep away from me, could you?"
"Um..." Dellerton's mind reeled, but quickly decided that the safest course of action was to play along with this. "Of course not, my dear. What drake could possibly resist your charms?"
Fulcox grunted in approval and moved from licking his neck to licking the tip of his snout. Dellerton, sensing it was expected of him, cautiously slid out his own tongue, and the two forked tips kissed.
"I'm so glad you came." Fulcox cradled his lover's head in a paw and gazed deep into his eyes. "I was just having some
seriously
wet dreams about you."
"That's... good to hear." Dellerton tried to ignore the other dragon's tail now curling intimately around his own, and focused on the brilliant red jewel hanging from a fine gold chain around his neck. "I've been having dreams about you too. That's why I came. Dreams. Very... um... wet."
Another rumble of pleasure, and he found himself being pushed playfully over onto his flank. An inquisitive paw intruded between his hind legs, and Dellerton froze as it pushed against his sheath. Fulcox froze too.
"What's this?" he hissed. "
Nothing?
Don't you like me after all?"
Dellerton's quick mind scrambled for an explanation for his lack of arousal. His new plan for stealing the Infernal Eye and surviving was a work in progress, but he knew it was vital to maintain his persona as the dragon's lover.
"You know I like you, Fulcox. But as I was flying here, thinking of all the things we'd do together, I got so very aroused just by the mere thought of it, that I... um... well, I came."
"You came?"
"I came. Just, sort of, spontaneously. And that's why I'm not coming out now. I'm spent."
"You sprayed your seed all over the treetops while you were flying along? Without even touching yourself?"
"I... yes. That's what happened."
"And that happened because you were thinking about
me?
"
"I wouldn't have thought it possible before I met you."
"Oh Verititas, my love!" Fulcox nuzzled against him affectionately.
"It grieves me to say it, my dearest Fulcox, but being spent as I am, our love-making will have to wait for another night," said Dellerton, feeling smug with his excuse. "Perhaps if I could wear your..."
"No no no," interrupted the other dragon, "I simply cannot wait. You've got me all hot and horny now." His paw was still pressed against Dellerton's sheath, and he began to massage it in a slow, forceful circular motion that made him whimper. "Really Verititas, if you think I'm incapable of working a spent dragon back into full bloom then you've sorely underestimated my talents."
Dellerton groaned faintly. The motion of the paw against his sheath was
extremely
pleasurable, and despite himself he could feel his heart beating faster, the blood beginning to run to his loins. Fulcox's tongue ran tenderly across the line of his jaw, his breath hot against his face. The scent of him was a heady mix of dragon and male arousal, not at all unpleasant to his borrowed draconic nose. Dellerton knew now that he had it in him not only to endure whatever intimacies this creature might inflict upon him, but to
enjoy
