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Roi finished putting the glass and pitcher on the platter and hoisted it up above his shoulder to be taken to the Lord Varyl's private chambers. Each evening before retiring to bed Lord Varyl would have a pitcher of his favorite mead. The Lord's manner was the largest home in the countryside with his many servants living in mostly single room homesteads at the edge of his property.

Roi's own home was much the same, and there he shared it with his sister and their parents. The young dragon was not yet old enough to be permitted to take a mate, but in a year's time his elder sister would be wed to neighboring dragon whose family was a friend to his own. He was happy for his sister, as the fellow she was to marry was of a good sort, but he was happier still for the extra freedom he would have with one less person living with them.

Lord Varyl waited in his favorite chair next the fireplace. The elder dragon was old, but still full of vitality as all their kind were blessed even in their elderly years. The dragon's skin may have faded to a dark grey from the youthful onyx it once had been, but his eyes were still a sharp and burning cinder. Roi had a deep admiration for the older dragon and was very appreciative that he was able to find work serving in the Lord's home each day.

"Good evening, Roi." The elder said and gestured to the small serving table next to which he sat. Roi noted that his Lord was patiently reading another one of his books. The manner had a large library collected from the many years of the hiss life. It was said that Lord Varyl's library was the third largest in the country next to only the ones found in the Capital and the Great Church.

"Lord Varyl." Roi bowed and sat the silver platter down on the serving table and began to pour his Lord a cup. Once filled his Lord took it and began to drink as he continued to read with one hand. Every now and then he'd sit his cup down to turn a page, then uptake the cup once more. Roi stood himself to the side as he always did and enjoyed the gentle warmth from the burning fire in the hearth at his back.

This winter was especially cold.

"Are you free from other chores, Roi?" The elder asked without looking up from his page. The younger dragon nodded in reply before speaking it clearly that he had finished everything tasked to him. His duties took his across all the manor's rooms. He mostly cleaned and did whatever the senior staff demanded of him. He was a junior butler of sorts.

Lord Varyl nodded back as he continued to read. Roi was happy to have finished everything. Sometimes after he finished serving Lord Varyl he would still have a few other tasks to do, and only after completing them could he at last take his leave for the evening and return home. It was always late in the evening by the time he would be home once again.

But since he'd finished everything there was to do then all that was left to him was to serve Lord Varyl one last time for the day and then he could be gone on his way as soon as the elder gave him leave to do so. This was good, and he'd be home early enough to taste his mother's supper when it was fresh.

Of course, when he nothing left to do for a day's work besides serve his Lord, there were other perks that he'd come to greatly enjoy.

"I'll be finished as soon as I reach the end of my next page, Roi. Get me ready, please." The elder said, and Roi's heart skipped a beat with excitement. He'd hoped that his Lord would ask this service of him tonight. As soon as all the senior staff had told him that they had nothing left for him to do Roi knew tonight would be yet another chance to serve his Lord more than just a pitcher of mead!

Roe stepped away from the fireplace and felt the warmth fade to cool. He quickly knelt before the elder dragon and began to unlace the front of his Lord's trousers. The large endowment that lay hidden beyond the garment's fine fabric was warm to the touch and had a hint of cologne from the Lord's grooming.

Roi had never thought of himself as one who would fancy the same sex, and there were many a dragoness whom held his attention from afar, but being asked to service his Lord, an admirable elder, in such an intimate fashion was something that set his heart to racing like a horse's gallop.

That first time he'd set his lips to the elder's dragon's cock had left him a nervous wreck, but Lord Varyl was patient and understanding. The young dragon was made to learn how to service a dick and now Roi was expertly drawing his Lord's erection up to its impressive peak. The elder was old and wise, but his cock was as virile as the young dragon's own, but twice the size with change to spare.

Lord Varyl sat his book on the serving platter and finished off the last of his glass of mead. All the while Roi was busy throating his magnificent cock until his snout was pressed into the elder's stomach. It never took him long to fully throat the elder, but that wasn't always true. It took effort and practice, but he was a dutiful cock sucker he came to learn. Never had he even considered it a possibility when he was first accepted into the manor as a servant. He'd been more chaste then, and a virgin.

Now he loved drooling and choking on a cock thick enough to choke him. The stretch he felt in his throat as he indulged his Lord's desire made everything about him tingle. It was thrilling to milk this great dragon's tool with his throat like his mouth was just a surrogate to a woman's cunt. He wanted to please Lore Varyl and it didn't matter which end he used!

A firm hand locked itself behind Roi's head and slowly pulled him off with a wet slurp. The elder's chest was gently heaving with excitement, and no sooner than his cock had left Roi's lips a sticky rope of pre shot from his tip and pelted him across the face. Its odor was strong and filled his sinuses with a rich scent of a perfect sire. Roi caught a glimpse of the dragon's large nuts as they hid partially behind the opening of the elder's trousers. They were rhythmically clenching against his body as he slowly drooled out a stream of pre onto the flood.

"Strip, and over to the bed." He was told, and the young dragon complied with barely hidden excitement. He hurried to his feet and began to carefully disrobe so the elder could see every inch of his youthful body. Roi boasted his father's reddish hue on his skin but wore under it his mother's lithe frame. Had he been employed as a stable hand he'd have more tone to his petite body but working inside the Lord's manner left him slight of build. This seemed to please Lord Varyl and in turn it pleased Roi.

With his clothing now folded over the back of a chair Roi presented his backside to the elder dragon with a tail uplifted. His hands gripped the bedding as he leaned over it. The intensity of his excitement had built to such a crescendo that without being touched once he was not only rigid as a sword, but his pucker was winking as if to milk his Lord like a woman's petaled sheath.

"My Lord..." He whispered with awe as he felt the broad tip of the elder's cock begin to press against his backside. A pair of firm hands took a strong grip of him by the hips and he was then suddenly full of a man's girthy prick. Roi yelped at first before his eyes began to flutter and roll as the lengthy shaft drove over and against his prostate.

Roi's cock was dripping pre and harder than he could have ever gotten it with his hand as the elder rutted him in patient silence. Every inch of the older dragon's cock massaged his insides until his smaller tool was leaving a clear nectar puddle across the wooden flooring beneath him. Lord Varyl gave him an especially hard thrust and Roi felt that huge cock bump into something deep within his guts. He moaned out his Lord's name and shuddered as the elder's large balls pressed into his own smaller pair.

Being taken felt so heavenly that he sometimes feared he'd forget to marry one of the neighbor girls. If he could just serve his Lord like this every day then why would he need a wife? The old dragon pulled himself back until the crown of his cock was tugging at the inside of Roi's anal ring before slamming it back in again.

Their lovemaking was always slow at first, but the older dragon always grew with his pace until the young dragon's thighs were pressed tight to the side of the bed with the wooden frame shaking under each heavy thrust. The elder's grunts and groans of pleasure were like music to Roi's ears.

Roi's climax hit him suddenly, and he could clearly hear the splatter of thick dragon seed spill across the floor. He could never last as long as Lord Varyl. The elder grabbed him behind the head and yanked him upright before unsheathing his cock from his ass. The hollow feeling he felt then made him whimper as his asshole hungrily clenched at the cock that should have been there, but wasn't.

He made Roi spin around before being shoved down to the bed with his back to the comfortable bedding. Lord Varyla crawled over him with his larger body dominating the young dragon's in every way. He was still clothed in his fine livery and Roi was made to witness the full breadth of his Lord's handsome features and forms. He was truly a handsome dragon and it was no wonder that he'd sired over eight children in his life. It was rumored he had even more in the form of dozens of bastards, and Roi had no trouble believing the rumors. Lord Varyl had no trouble lifting Roi's tail and no doubt many others had fallen to his charms.

Roi yelped again with the second sheathing of a dragon's cock in his ass. His eyes flutter and then shut as the older dragon placed a hand firmly over his throat and pressed him tight to the bed. Roi struggled to breath as the bed was made to rock and creak again with the fierce thrusts of his Lord's hips.

A hand gripped his side and he was fucked even harder until the young dragon couldn't see straight. His elder knew every trick to make a partner cum, and in short order his small pair of balls seized up tight to his body while the cock plundering him worked up a foaming froth from all the hot pre being injected up the young dragon's behind.

Roi spit a solid rope of cum over his own chest and then another. His second orgasm was not as copious as the first, and quickly diminished. Minutes later he felt his balls tighten again, but nothing shot free of his cock that time. It was a dry heaving climax he could never work himself to having with just his bare hands, and he hardly imagined a woman's tunnel being able to do the same for him.

The pleasure Lord Varyl inflicted on him must have been the same for everyone whose tail had even been lifted by the elder. So overwhelming and pure was this ecstasy that Roi doubted that anyone could compare after all these repeated ruttings. How many men and women had been bent over by Lord Varyl only to live in sexual misery after realizing that no lover they took next could bring them to the same peak as this magnificent specimen could?

Lord Varyl ripped his cock from him suddenly with a sharp hiss that came through clenched teeth. It took great strength of will to make himself rise off the bed in his sex addled state, but Roi managed to drop himself to the floor to sit in the puddle of cum he'd put their earlier. On his knees now he collapsed against his Lord's legs and rubbed his cheek up the elder's trousers until that rigid cock was pressed atop his snout.

His Lord grabbed him behind the head again and cupped the young dragon's chin to force his mouth open. In one thrust the elder's balls slapped against the young dragon's chin with every inch of the elder's cock buried firmly in his gullet. Roi sat with perfect obedience as his mouth was used no differently than his ass had been until Lord Varyl was heaving and grunting like a feral above him.

The great dragon Roi so admired let free a masculine roar and his thick cock jumped in Roi's throat. An audible splurt sang from within Roi's neck as the first thick rope of virile cum was shot down into his stomach. A second joined it, and then a third. More and more seed flowed hot and fast into the young dragon's belly until he felt the weight sit heavily in his stomach.

When the elder was done with him he slipped his now softening cock free, and Roi wrapped his lips around the shaft to clean off every drop of cum that remained there.

"Very good, Roi. You may leave for the evening if there is nothing else to be done." He was told, and the young dragon nodded. He was still in a breathless daze, but he was careful to rise to his feet. Lord Varyl had already stepped away to pour himself a fresh glass of mead. With the elder's attention turned back toward the next page of his book Roi collected his clothing and bid his Lord goodnight.

Without a reply the young dragon quietly collected his clothing from the chair and stepped into an adjacent room to wipe the cum off his chest and stomach before dressing himself again so that he might look presentable when he made it back home. He felt so much warmer from all the cum now digesting in his belly, and as he prepared himself with a coat for the cold walk home he busied his thoughts with excuses to tell his parents as to why he was not fixing a larger portion of supper for himself this evening.

It was no secret in the manor that some of the lucky ones were regularly bred by Lord Varyl, but that did not mean that Roi wanted his parents to fret that they may never get grandchildren from him their dear son.