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The night was dark and overcast, threatening rain, but the lights of the city provided the streets plenty of light to see the lone human treading along the sidewalk. The whir of electric motors were in his ears as he moved alongside and across the busy streets, hazel eyes darting to look for the quiet vehicles before he crossed. It was a cool night, a bit of a breeze across the human’s short brown hair, making him shiver just a bit - it wasn’t frigid but his lean body wasn’t exactly well-insulated. He wished he’d put on a long-sleeved shirt; at least he was wearing jeans, so most of the cold was up top, but he’d rather have not been cold at all. He didn’t really need another reason to feel uncomfortable, things were already challenging enough on that front.

That’s what tended to be the case when you were in an unfamiliar world.

Granted, Isaac probably should have been more familiar with it, having been there for twelve years. His parents had made the decision to move to Uheria when his father decided to accept a transfer request for his job - a transfer that came with extra benefits and pay, well worth it to the family. Uheria was one of a growing number of known well-populated worlds, and humanity was looking to establish persistent populations on all of them to expand their level of influence and connection; the incentives to send willing people there were quite significant. Isaac had found himself moved to a place that was in some ways unlike any he’d ever imagined…particularly the people who lived there. A wide, highly diverse array of anthros, looking like mixes of humans and animals, so that a crowd would have a level of visual variety so large it would make his head spin. It took some getting used to, especially since quite a few of them looked fairly intimidating, not just in terms of physical size but also the naturally dangerous claws or fangs that they possessed.

However, the transition wasn’t as sharp as it seemed. They had moved to a city established as a sort of enclave, Soposa, where the population was still extremely predominantly human. His education and experience had been mostly around those of his kind, and not of the world’s native population. He definitely saw quite a few of them, on shows or as visitors to the city, but he didn’t really LIVE around them. That helped him sort of get used to the idea of them more, but he still was firmly in his comfort zone when it came to his peers.

That was changing, for sure.

Isaac was one of those ‘whiz kids,’ he got fantastic grades in a school where even the average was expected to be pretty high, and his education was fast-tracked beyond those of his contemporaries. He had graduated from the academy at 16, two years before his age group, and had gotten his degree in electrical engineering at 19. Three years of internships at companies in the enclave followed, and then he landed an interview outside the city, with an electrical engineering business native to Uheria. It was everything he could have hoped for, it seemed like an excellent place to work, the pay was quite good for a junior position, and it was exactly what Isaac loved doing.

It also meant moving out of Soposa and to the city of his workplace, Kaeligha. Away from a place where humans were commonplace and into a place where he might not see another human for days. Leaving behind the life he’d always known and entering the frightening world of adulthood in some of the most intimidating circumstances he could imagine. It was undoubtedly daunting, but Isaac knew he had to leave behind the familiar at some point - what was the point of being on a new world if you were just going to sit in the one bit of your own world that existed on it? And there was no way he was going to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime because he was too afraid to grow up. So he had agreed to the job, and now found himself six hours away from Soposa all on his own in Kaeligha, currently living in a hotel room while he tried to find an apartment.

And so far, his luck had not been good on that front.

The sky wasn’t exactly the limit for Isaac - he had some money, but he still needed a place he could afford until he settled in, and the big city wasn’t the cheapest place to live. That took out a lot of the more upscale options, leaving him looking at listings in the budget range…and those were rather few and far between, particularly within a decent distance from where he worked. He wasn’t going to have a car, so he wanted something that was close enough to where he worked that he could get there easily on his own. Public transport was an unwelcome fallback option, because he still wasn’t confident in how well he was going to be treated, and being in close proximity to a bunch of anthros who might not take kindly to him didn’t suit him well.

The challenge got higher when the few places that did seem to fit the bill didn’t seem to be very welcome to him. Humans were still a fairly unknown quantity on Uheria, and there were quite a few anthros who were suspicious of them, hostile towards them, or considered them lesser than they were. Isaac had heard a few stories about unsavory events that had happened to humans who went off on their own - getting in over their heads and being abused or held captive or other nasty things. Another line he heard a lot was humans being forced to be sex slaves or prostitutes because they didn’t have any money or other ways of making it, and that anthros quite enjoyed using them in that fashion. Isaac questioned how much of that was true, and how much was actually a matter of force - prostitution was both legal and widely accepted all across Uheria, and based on what he’d read it was considered perfectly fine to set up a contract of sexual servitude, so long as the contract was above board. Maybe some people got off on that - he’d heard plenty about humans who fancied anthros over their own kind, after all.

Some of the scary stuff was certainly just human xenophobia at work, but anthros definitely had their prejudices, too, and Isaac had faced a bit of that here and there already. How much of that, versus other reasons, were why he wasn’t having any luck with the apartment search was hard to say, but at least a couple of those landlords had seemed very uninterested on ‘selling’ him on their places, and certainly seemed more in a rush to get him out. Even when that wasn’t the case, the casual ‘don’t call us, we’ll call you’ dismissals weren’t promising. He’d checked out three more places today, and didn’t think he was likely to hear back on any of them; that made eight likely rejections so far, and his bets options were rapidly drying up. He needed something to take his mind off of things for a bit, so he could start fresh again with his searches tomorrow.

And this spot seemed like the best prospect, as he halted in front of a bar in the middle of the block. The Iron Key, a place Isaac had passed by a few times while walking to his different destinations. It was a themed bar, and the theme was males seeking the companionship of other males - and that did not mean platonic friendship. The image it presented inside, though, was much more ‘bar’ than ‘gay bar’ - it looked like a place to drink and casually meet people, not a place where they were hooking up in the corners or something. At least, that was the outward appearance to Isaac, it was entirely possible there was more to it…but hopefully he wouldn’t be roped into anything he didn’t want to be. Isaac for sure knew he was gay, though he wasn’t entirely certain whether his interest would extend to anthros - he wasn’t going to actively reject the idea, but that was one of those ‘comfort zone’ things he couldn’t be sure about. This, though, was not meant to be a hook-up chance for him, but just a chance to find someone to talk to, and maybe get some advice from. He didn’t know Kaeligha practically at all, and he was an awkward cultural mesh at best; there had to be something he could do to improve how well he fit in and maybe get someone to feel like he was worth renting to. And a place where it was expected that you’d be talking to strangers seemed like the best choice of location to him, even if his talk wasn’t going to lead to the kind of action they might expect.

Probably.

Isaac opened the door, and was immediately assailed by a barrage of synthetic scents, the whole variety tinged with an underscore of smoke. Oof…joy, the Sigs are definitely out. Uheria certainly had its own vices, and the smoking implements were one that Isaac could do without, regardless of whether they were the organic burnables or the vaping machines. Maybe not as noxious as the cigarettes and cigars of old, these were widely lauded as non-toxic and non-addictive, containing a synthetic compound that was a mild relaxant, dressed up any of a variety of flavors…they were fairly popular around Kaeligha, but Isaac wasn’t much of a fan, he didn’t particularly enjoy the artificial odors and would have much preferred not to be indulging in them. Booze he could handle, and would in enough quantities to at least drop his inhibitions a tad - he needed to talk, and wanted something to help loosen his tongue.

Of course, the roadblock he ran into was not knowing anything on the menu. There was no doubting the variety - Uheria may have differed from Earth in quite a number of ways, but it seemed a fact that alcohol was the foundation of civilization no matter where you went. Isaac was far from a heavy drinker, but he wasn’t averse to it - but what he had experience with was mostly stuff imported or manufactured in Soposa, using ingredients and recipes familiar to humans. The stuff on this menu had completely different names, probably very different origins, and he hadn’t the foggiest idea what any of it actually was.

“The names ain’t gonna change if you stare at them long enough.” The bartender, a somewhat portly boar, sounded like he wasn’t expecting much out of Isaac; that had the human’s face reddening a bit.

“Sorry…I’m new around here, in case you somehow couldn’t tell.” And there he went…if there was one issue people had with Isaac, it was his tendency to run his mouth. Most of the trouble he got into was him making a snap response to something, and usually not a very polite one. And it tended to happen more when he was stressed, intimidated, or angry - feelings which were more prevalent at the moment than he would have liked. He managed to restrain himself from going further than that, though the boar just huffed and even smirked a little.

“Gee, who could possibly tell? You look so normal.” The boar pointed up to the board above his head. “These up here are the closest we have to that bitch-water you humans call beer. The ones here are fruit-based liquors, I think your kind call them wines. These ones are the hard stuff. You can water ‘em down with the juices or sodas on the far right, and I’m guessing you probably would.”

No doubt about that - Uheria booze tended to start out stronger than the stuff humans usually drank. Isaac figured that was probably the safest bet, though, since he did at least know some of the juices that they made on Uheria. He got a drink that was a mix of a clear liquor called riktol added to a juice from a fruit they called polema, a tart and juicy one that was kind of like a sweet-and-sour thorny pear. The bartender had it made up for him in a moment, and Isaac was careful to pay the exact amount that was required for it - on Uheria, tipping was considered an insult, a suggestion that you were somehow above the person you were paying, and he really didn’t want to piss off someone he might want to ask for another drink.

As the drink was set down, he took it and took a sip. His face twitched a bit, even diluted it still had a pretty noticeable bite, even punching through the tartness of the juice. Still, not bad enough that he couldn’t tolerate it, he just wasn’t sure how quickly it would affect him…he had to be a bit cautious about that. Now that he had his drink, though, he needed to go find a place to sit and a person to talk to. He looked around somewhat surreptitiously, trying not to be too obvious about his fishing for conversation. Most people already seemed to be talking to someone else, and Isaac didn’t feel very comfortable intruding on them.

As he turned towards the rear of the room, though, he saw one person sitting alone. Though, for as big as he was, it might as well have been two. Isaac’s breath caught in his throat as he observed the iron mountain of scaly male sitting alone, smoking one of those larger cigar-like Sigs.

Dragon. I’d heard they were big…but holy hell.

Big almost felt like an understatement. The dragon was probably a good eight feet tall, and muscular in a way that most humans could only dream of being, impressive bulk sported on every limb (including a bulky tail) and across his torso, even his head looked beefy. Most of his body was coated in dark gray scales, with light gray adorning his chest, neck, and palms; Isaac could swear there was a bit of light glinting off of the lighter scales, though he wasn’t sure if that was real or a trick of his mind. There were a few thin but long scars visible on his chest and limbs, easy to see because the dragon wore only a light tank with a low neck and a pair of shorts, almost as if he had every intention of showing off his body - which, considering the location, might well have been the case. His eyes were a sharp orange, a fearsome color that sent a shiver down the human’s spine - that wasn’t one he came across in a human, ever, it made him stand out even more as something other than human, as if his frame wasn’t enough. Isaac could see small ridges across the top of his snout that flowed back and got larger as they passed over his head, no doubt extending down his back, as he could also see them over the top of the dragon’s tail. Also adorning the dragon’s snout, along the sides, were parallel rows of short spikes, from the end of the nose up to almost where the jaw ended. Everything about him seemed powerful, dangerous, daunting…and he was the only one in there at the moment who didn’t seem occupied with anything.

This was either a dubious decision, or a flat-out terrible one.

Isaac stepped towards the dragon, trying to keep from looking cowed while at the same time trying to keep his tongue in check. This did NOT seem like the kind of guy he wanted to cross, no matter how he felt. If the dragon was an asshole, he’d just have to walk away and not tempt fate. He didn’t seem exactly hostile at first glance, despite the rough appearance, but there was no way to know for sure without talking to him, so Isaac had to take the chance. As he got near, those orange eyes turned towards him, narrowing in a way that looked like they were trying to size him up. Isaac swallowed a bit. “Ah, uhm…do you mind if I sit here?”

The dragon was quiet for a moment. When he responded, his deep, growly baritone almost sent a tremor through Isaac. “You mind clachit-flavored smoke?”

Yes, but it wasn’t like he was going to find a place that didn’t have some flavor of smoke around. The dragon seemed to be the only one actively smoking at the moment, though…still, Isaac figured he might as well put up with it, it was something he’d likely have to get used to anyway. He pulled up a seat and sat across the table from the dragon, downing more of his drink and trying to will it to work faster. “Thanks. I’m kind of on my own here…new place, new, uh, paradigm.”

The dragon gave him a bemused look. “You break out a word like that at every bar?”

“Ah…uhm, well…”

“Outta your element for sure. Ah, well. Everyone is somewhere.” The dragon took a draw off the Sig. “Guessing you’re from Soposa, then. Visiting?”

“Y-yes, and no, not visiting. Moving. Work.”

“No shit. Must be a hell of a something to get work here. Ain’t many humans who’ve got good enough work to move here, at least not on their own. Supposed to have one start at our place soon, though, maybe that’s a good sign for ‘em. But I dunno whether they’re gonna mesh well, we’ve got different ways of thinking than you all do. Guess we’ll find out.”

Well, at least he wasn’t the only one making a transition like that…the numbers couldn’t have been that high, though. “Well, uh…it’s certainly tricky, adapting to a new society. Some of us could probably use the help.”

“No kidding, since you all insist on staying in Soposa for so long. Can’t leave your comfort zone.” The dragon shrugged. “Then again, can’t say for sure if we’d be any better were it the other way around. Ah well. Guessing you’re not here to find a good time, eh?”

Isaac shook his head. “No…got way too much on my mind for that right now. Just need someone to talk to…and you looked lonely.” He cursed as soon as those last words left his lips. Why the hell did he have to say that?

The dragon snorted. “Is that so…well, maybe I am a bit, but it’s gonna take more than chatter to deal with that. But if that’s all you’re good for, it’s better than nothing.” Isaac bit his tongue; that didn’t sound like it was meant to be belittling, just an unfortunate phrasing, and he pushed himself not to make anything more of it. “Can’t say I know much about humans anyway, so maybe it’ll help me, too. You got a name, kid?”

Isaac pushed the tension down. “Isaac Farrier. Not a kid, either.”

“Eh. Mosta you humans look like kids to me…” He seemed momentarily distracted, Isaac couldn’t fathom why, but then he shook his head a bit and seemed to cast it off. “Vulzend Lauh. Vul’s fine.”

“Well…nice to meet you, Vul.” Isaac sipped more of his drink. “I guess we would look like kids to someone as giant as you. But I’m definitely not one, I’m 22.”

“Heh. Might as well be, I’m more’n twice that.”

Isaac nearly did a spit-take. “What?! There’s no way you’re in your 40s.”

“You’re right, no way. 50s, though, that’s more likely.”

“You’re kidding me. You don’t look…old at all!”

Vul snickered a bit. “53 ain’t exactly old for a dragon. ’Specially not these days, when longevity treatments are a thing. I’m in the prime of my life and loving it. But if that’s old for you, then I think I can call you kid all I want.”

Isaac sighed. “I’d really prefer if you didn’t…I got that all the way through school and everything. There’s downsides to getting fast-tracked.”

“If you say so. Don’t make me feel ancient and I won’t make you feel babied. So when you were remarking on some people needing the help, was that a request?”

“…Yeah, I guess so. I’m trying to find a place in the city, somewhere I can like, and…well, I can’t help but feel like being human is a roadblock, maybe. Like they don’t feel like I fit in.”

Vul nodded. “Sounds about right. Lots of landlords aren’t eager to rent to humans. Don’t trust ‘em to stick around, really. Humans haven’t had the greatest track record of sticking to jobs here - lotta culture clashes and quite a few of them have this attitude that we’re supposed to bend over backwards for them, rather than them getting with our program. Kinda amazing, really, that they think they’re that important…but yeah, they’ve kinda soured the market. It’s one of those things where you have to seem less like you’re a regular human and more like one of us. Hard to know exactly what’ll convince any given one, though.”

Isaac’s brow furrowed; that wasn’t exactly great help, it helped him understand the problem more but not the solution. “How would I even do that? I mean, I want to try to fit in, yeah, but it’s hard to do if I don’t have anywhere to go. If I’m spending all my time searching for an apartment I can’t exactly schmooze.”

“Well, for one thing, you can smell less like you’re from Soposa. That’d probably help.”

“Huh? Smell?”

The dragon gave a slight head shake. “Really, do you use those things on your face for anything? Yes, smell. Your scent is very human, it doesn’t have any of ours on it. If you had more of our scent, they’d know you’d been around us more, and that would indicate that you’d been accepted.

“Huh…never knew that was a thing. Is smelling like I’ve been baked in a Sig smokehouse part of that?”

“Your choice to sit here, kid,” tsked Vul.

“I’m talking about this whole place. Not like being at the other end smells less.”

“Air could be fresher, I’ll admit. But it’s more the scent of US, rather than the scent of anything we use. You humans have a scent, too, you know.”

Isaac huffed a bit. “Of course I know that. We don’t usually NOTICE it, though. Typically if you smell a human that’s a sign they need a shower.”

“You have a tragically limited dimension of life experience. The world of scent is so interesting, and you only experience a part of it.”

“And you were getting on my case about using the word ‘paradigm’ earlier?” The alcohol was clearly having an effect now, Isaac was getting a bit more flip than was wise.

Vul didn’t seem to mind, though, grinning down at him. “You started it, I’m just keeping up. Anyway, I think housing’s easier to get outside of the high town areas. You might try there, more options means more chances to get someone who’ll take on a human, I’d bet. Might be less leery, too, since they don’t have as much demand.”

“Yeah, I guess, but I’d really rather try to find a place in the city. I’d like to be able to walk to work, it’d be a lot more convenient and…well, uh, possibly safer than taking a bus or subway. Not that I wanna think badly of any of you, but…you all tend to be bigger than we are…”

“Nah, I get it. Some of us ain’t exactly the most friendly. Well, I know the city pretty well, can’t say I know every landlord Kaeligha has to offer but maybe there’s something that can make you seem like you aren’t a bird on the ground. You know where you’re working?”

“Yeah, it’s just outside of the, uh, northwest high area. Ephresda Engineering.”

Vul did a double-take, nearly losing the Sig from his mouth. “What was that?”

“Huh? Ephresda Engineering? I was, uh, just hired on for their electrical division.”

“Ah…I see.” Vul suddenly went quiet for a bit, which left Isaac wondering if he’d somehow said something wrong. Was there a bad reputation for this company or something? But eventually Vul seemed to shake off whatever had flummoxed him. “Well, I’d say you’re in pretty good luck, uh, Isaac. You just happen to be talking to someone who doesn’t live too far away from that place himself.”

Isaac’s eyes widened a bit. What a stroke of luck! Surely Vul would have to be familiar with the area he lived in. Maybe the dragon could put in a good word for him…well, he had to make sure Vul liked him for that to even be possible. “Wow, that’s the first bit of really good luck I’ve had in this whole search. So what’s your area like? You think they’d be open to someone like me living there?”

“Well, there ain’t any humans around that I know of, so I couldn’t tell you how they’d react. But there’s a few places in the area which I think might have some openings. You might have a shot.”

“Well…maybe it’ll be easier if I have someone supporting me.”

Vul snorted. “You’re gonna have to work a little harder than that to get my backing. Think you can stand my Sig that long?”

Isaac shrugged. “Well, if my scent’s something that needs to change a bit, maybe I’ll have to just endure for a while.”

——

The conversation continued onward from there, and Isaac found himself both relieved and somewhat refreshed that the big, fierce-looking dragon seemed relatively friendly. Vul was one of those types that was especially intimidating to Isaac, he looked like he could do just about anything he wanted to and Isaac couldn’t have stopped him if he tried. That went for quite a few anthros, really, and even a fair number of humans, but the bigger they were, the more they gave that impression. And Vul was probably the biggest he’d ever seen, so naturally he was the most intimidating.

Though…in a way, also kind of appealing. As nervous as they made him, Isaac did find big guys kind of sexy. And a friendly one could feel like a protective and comforting sort rather than a threatening one. So it was kind of an inner fight between his anxiety and his desires, though typically the anxiety won out. Especially when it came to anthros, since things weren’t entirely relaxed between them and humans all the time…and their superior sizes meant that on the balance when they were daunting, they were extra daunting.

Vul was gradually getting to be less daunting, though. The dragon had a keener mind than most would expect for a muscleman, even as he seemed to poke fun at Isaac for getting too ‘highbrow’ now and then. He was good for conversation though, helping Isaac learn more about the area and the culture and all sorts of things that he felt would be quite useful to know in his hunt for a residence. Places to go, places to avoid, things to remember when talking to anthros that would help ease their uncertainty about him, ways to try to defuse a bad situation…how much of it Isaac could remember in one go was debatable, but at least he’d have an idea who to ask if he needed a refresher.

And in return, he was answering a lot of Vul’s questions about himself. The iron-hide reptile peppered him with questions every time Isaac took his own break from inquiry, about his past as much as his present. It felt like he was at a party back in Soposa with his parents, meeting one of their work partners and having to give them the rundown about his entire self...that was to say, something that never felt perfectly comfortable, but was still fairly familiar. But there was one important difference: Vul asked a lot more about his job, his past work experience, and the details about what he did. Most people, he started talking about that stuff and their eyes glazed over, but Vul seemed to have a good sense of what Isaac did and an interest in that particular part of his life as much as anything else. It helped Isaac feel more at ease talking, especially on his second and then third drink, which Vul had paid for. It felt good to be going into a comfort zone of conversation for him, something Isaac had precious few of, and that someone actually seemed to be interested in him beyond merely social obligation.

A bit suspiciously so, in fact. Even as he was relaxing and enjoying himself, Isaac couldn’t help but wonder if Vul was trying to schmooze him into something more than just conversation. It wouldn’t have been out of place, really - this WAS a hook-up bar, at the end of the day - but it wasn’t what he’d come in for, and he still wasn’t entirely sure if he’d be totally at ease with that. Vul hadn’t asked, hadn’t overtly hinted, but one never knew what was lying beneath the surface sometimes…and it was entirely possible that there was something much more sinister there. He’d heard plenty of stories about some of the most horrific figures in history, some of them having a charm and charisma in their public face that sucked people in to be victimized, and tending to target the isolated and vulnerable - and Isaac was keenly aware that he was VERY isolated and VERY vulnerable. Even if he said no, that was no guarantee he would get away scot-free…and his mind was mulling over what he could do to maximize his safety in the event that things crossed a line.

As it turned out, his focus was on the wrong person.

The brown wolf patron had come in at some point in their conversation, flanked by a pair of other canids which might have been jackals. Both the bartender and Vul, during one of his trips to grab a new drink for the two of them, had chatted him up amicably, leading Isaac to think that he was a fairly regular patron who probably was known to the dragon…something about him had Isaac feeling like he didn’t have any particular need to get to know him, though. Maybe it was the somewhat snide and cocky attitude he seemed to have, based on the slick and oily grin on his face every time Isaac caught sight of it. Maybe it was the loud and boisterous behavior at the table, with him slamming his fists and howling with laughter over god knew what. Maybe it was the fact that he was getting at least three drinks for each of Isaac’s one. Whatever the case was, Isaac was not feeling any desire to get up close and personal.

The feeling, apparently, was not mutual. Isaac had just finished his third drink, he was mildly tipsy, and he was wondering if he should continue talking with Vul or head back home. As he wavered back and forth with that decision, he felt a heavy hand clamp down on his shoulder and jerk him around, nearly knocking him backwards off of his seat. He yelped a bit as he saw the bloodshot eyes and contorted grin of the brown wolf right in his vision, more than close enough to smell the potent stench of booze on his breath. “Hey, bitch! Heard you were lookin’…uh, yeah, for a place to stay. Heh, got plenty-a’ room on my bed, if ya got plenty-a’ room in you, cha’get my drift, heh heh…”

“Back off, Kettr,” growled Vul, straightening up a bit to glare at the wolf. “He’s not looking for a lay, he’s looking for a residence, and he’s new here.”

“‘Ey, don’t get grouchy with me jus’ cuz’ you didn’t make your move in time,” shot back Kettr snidely, before turning his attention back to Isaac. “Gonna make YOU howl all night long, bitch, and show ya how to sleep on a knot all night. You’ll wonder how you ever got along without…”

Vul’s interruption had allowed Isaac’s senses to get back to him…unfortunately, that might not have been the best thing in the world, because in his state and with his typical temperament, he was liable to say exactly the wrong thing. And before his brain could even warn him of this, his mouth was on the move. “Fuck off, you flea-ridden mutt, I’m not your fuckin’ conquest. Go peddle your dick to someone else.”

The inversion on the face of Kettr was as quick as a bolt of lightning, and just as dangerous. A low growl escaped his throat as he grabbed Isaac by the shoulders and pulled him closer to him. “Well, well, look who think’s they’re so fuckin’ high and mighty. You’re here at OUR pleasure, bitch, your pussy-ass race oughta be THANKING us for letting them squat on our planet, bunch tiny weak bitches that can barely do shit on their own. You should be grateful I’d even GIVE you the pleasure of my cock. Looks like I’m gonna hafta IMPART that on ya…let my boys have a go at ya too, so you get that uppity shit outta your system nice’n quick-like, ya hear me?!”

For once, terror had gripped Isaac enough to still his tongue, though that was perhaps too little too late the way things were spiraling out of control. The two jackals had come to flank their leader, and as badly outmatched as he was one-on-one, he was exponentially more so when outnumbered. Nothing he could say or do could make things better - an apology would only encourage the wolf, further resistance would likely only trigger more wrath and possibly violence. He was caught in a really bad spot, with no way out that he could see…

“Last warning, Brigholder. Let him go and leave him alone.” Vul had stood up, all eight feet of muscle looming over the canine trio. As much as Kettr dwarfed Isaac, Vul dwarfed him by the same, and the jackals were a touch smaller than their leader and clearly somewhat intimidated, as they should have been.

Kettr, however, was amply lubed with liquid courage, and merely sneered at the dragon. “Don’t bogard the little human bitch, ironside. You shoulda taken him out if you wanted him. I’m gonna show him where a pipsqueak like him BELONGS in this world, and you ain’t stopping me.”

“You think so?” That was a dare that even Isaac would have known better than to provoke. The wolf wasn’t so smart.

“I KNOW so. And I’d like to see you try to stop me!” Kettr yanked Isaac up to his feet, almost like he was trying to haul Isaac over his shoulder…what happened next was both far too quick for Isaac to process and impossible to follow with the way his head was sent spinning, but he somehow ended up next to Vul, the dragon’s arm around his shoulders, and Kettr on the ground, growling and shaking his head while his cronies tried to help him up. There had clearly been contact, though Kettr didn’t look injured enough for it to have been anything close to what it looked like Vul could dish out.

“There. You got to see me stop you. Hope you found it satisfying.” Vul sounded much more fearsome than he had when talking with Isaac, the human was stunned that he was getting such a sharp response in his defense. “I’m not interested in a fight, so I’m giving you a good chance to walk away and find someone else to bother. I’d advise you to take it, and quickly.”

As Kettr got to his feet, it looked like he was going to do just that…he didn’t look happy about it, but he slowly turned away, with one last vicious glare at Isaac, and started walking back to his table. Vul let out a deep sigh, relaxing and looking down at Isaac. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah…wasn’t expecting that…”

“You probably shoulda watched your tongue there, I think it made it-” Vul didn’t finish that thought as he was suddenly pelted on the side of the head with a glass bottle, thrown at him from one of the jackals. The bottle shattered against Vul’s head, sending shards of glass and booze down over Isaac as he tried to cover his face. As he did, he saw Kettr lunging over the table at him…he didn’t see what happened after as his head was covered, but the sound of a blow and the fact that he didn’t get touched by the wolf made it pretty clear. Even as he tried to look back up, his vision was blocked as Vul suddenly got in front of him, grabbed him, and shielded him from another pair of bottle throws…the human could hear them shattering against Vul’s back, and all he could hope was that the iron-colored scales were at least as tough as actual iron.

The chaos spiraled out of control from there. There was lots of shouting, Isaac could hear furniture being shoved aside, blows being landed, more glass breaking, at least a bit of it against Vul…it felt like the dragon was taking a few other hits as well, though they didn’t seem to be registering very well. He kept Isaac more or less enveloped, but lifted him up and started making his way away from where they had been sitting, offering no one any opening to actually make contact with him. Isaac only realized where they were going as he got a brief glance in that direction, seeing the entry only a few meters away from them…the dragon let him go, and he needed no instruction, bolting from the bar and making his way back out into the cool air. Vul followed a few seconds later, giving a snort as he shut the door behind him. “Well, that fuckin’ escalated. Shoulda known he was gonna pull a stunt like that.”

“Are you…are you okay?”

“Pah, like they use the kinda stuff that could do real damage to me in a place like this.” Vul pulled off his tank, shaking off the broken glass. “Mostly annoyed that they threw not-empty bottles at me, like I wanna smell like a damn brewery all night.”

Isaac flushed, the sight of that muscular, scaled chest got him a little harder than he had expected. He tried to shake it off, though, not wanting to make things worse than they already were. “I’m sorry…I should’ve not said anything, I know it was a bad idea, I just…it was spur of the moment, I wasn’t really even ready to hear myself say it…”

“Relax, kid. It wasn’t a good idea, but I don’t think he was gonna let you off easy no matter how easy you let him down. I’m pretty familiar with how Kettr Brigholder is by this point…he doesn’t particularly like humans unless they’re serving him. Best to just be as far away from him as possible.”

“Y-yeah…” Isaac hesitated. He wanted to put distance between himself and the bar, but walking to his hotel alone was not something that sounded appealing right now. If Kettr somehow followed him… “I, uh…I don’t really know if I should be on my own here.”

“Hm, yeah, don’t blame ya for feeling that way.” Vul slung his tank over his shoulder. “Well, if you wanna hang at my place tonight, I think I could swing that. Can’t imagine there’s anyone else here you even know a little bit, and I doubt any strangers’d be letting you crash, so…”

How true that was, his options were extremely limited. And so he took the only good one that was offered to him. “Yeah, I’d appreciate that, thanks.” Once again, in the back of his mind, warning lights were flashing - Vul had taken a LOT of interest in him, and he was putting himself in a position where the dragon had him one-on-one, and held all the cards. But, he HAD protected Isaac from a mess that the human certainly hadn’t done much to defuse, and he had a good point that he was the only one Isaac had any rapport with in this city, even if it was only a couple hours old. If something DID happen…well, maybe it would just be paying his debts.

——

The walk to Vulzend’s place was uneventful, thankfully. Mostly quiet, a little conversation between the two of them here and there, but after all the talking in the bar there was kind of a lull. Isaac probably wouldn’t have reacted well to any further excitement at this point…at least, not in that regard. He was responding to SOME excitement, though he was trying not to let it show.

Adding to the complications of all this, he couldn’t deny it in the slightest: the dragon was fucking HOT.

Isaac knew he had kind of a thing for bigger guys, but he hadn’t really known how that would translate to anthros. He’d always kind of figured that something non-human would really appeal to him that much - after all, weren’t most people wired to respond more to their own kind than others? But that was rapidly proving not to be the case…in fact, it might have been the opposite, Vul was steadily getting more appealing to him than even the mental images of humans he’d admired. He didn’t really know why, surely being muscular couldn’t have been all of it…maybe the image of a powerful dragon really was just that compelling to his mind. It was presenting a challenge to him, where he was trying to keep his cool and not let anything on, lest Vul decide to take advantage of that...a challenging task when he was walking alongside a nearly naked hunk of reptile that clearly wanted to invade his thoughts, if not his body.

By the time they reached the dragon’s apartment building, Isaac was plenty certain his occasional stares had been noticed, and Vul was not doing anything obvious to dissuade them. Naturally, he had to live in a nice, tall building, one that looked to be on the more upscale side…a night in one of these places was probably going to spoil Isaac for what he could look for in his affordability range. Still, he was hardly going to use that as an excuse to say no…especially considering that now he wasn’t really sure what direction to go to get back to his hotel. He was pretty committed to this now, for better or worse. And he was sure hoping it wasn’t for worse.

The lobby area of the building was empty when they got inside, probably a good thing for Isaac - anyone who saw them now would probably get the wrong idea. Or worse, they might have the right one and HE had the wrong one, and might decide to join in…Isaac tried to shake that out of his head, but it was a bit disconcerting just how much he was thinking about Vul bringing him home to fuck him…the dragon that had protected him and treated him well so far imposing on him, forcing him to service him, with no possible way the human could refuse or reject it…

More disconcerting was that he could feel a slight stiffening in his groin at those thoughts. Now THAT was dangerous.

Up the elevator to a higher floor, following Vul down a hallway that looked intimidatingly large - probably just about average size to the dragon, though - Isaac stayed withdrawn in case they encountered anyone, not wanting to have another encounter like Kettr that night. Thankfully, they were unaccosted, and soon they were standing in front of the doorway of the apartment. As Vul fumbled for his keys, Isaac tried to look elsewhere, not wanting to make any more obvious his attention than he already had…it gave him time to appreciate how clean this place looked, especially compared to some of the buildings he’d been looking at. Even the carpeted floors, which looked plush and very comfortable…Isaac supposed that would probably be a nice luxury for Uherians, given that shoes were not exactly regular wear for them. Not something Isaac could imagine getting used to himself, but no one seemed to make any great fuss over it, at least.

He turned back as he heard the key being put in the lock, just in time to follow Vul inside. And the dragon’s apartment was a match for the rest of the building - built larger than anything Isaac had seen thus far, and quite neat and upscale. He hadn’t expected it to look as tidy as it did, not for someone who lived alone and really didn’t have much to worry about; Isaac’s living space had more clutter than this, and he actually had incentive to keep things cleaner. Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course…he was really just trying to find things to focus on other than that muscular body at this point.

That was a plan doomed to fail quite quickly. “Mmph, good to be back…think the first order of business is cleaning up, though. You wanna get your clothes to me?”

“Uh?”

“Yeah, you probably want to let me run ‘em through the laundry quick. Better than letting them stain from the booze, right?”

Oh, right… Isaac glanced down, he’d been a bit distracted, but he was clearly seeing the dark brown splotches on his shirt and pants now. He’d been a bit more focused on the glass when it had happened…but, Vul had taken a fair few splashes on his own shirt, hadn’t he? It made sense. And he definitely didn’t want these clothes to be reeking of alcohol if he was going to be using them again to go around looking for apartments…still, he felt a bit awkward just casually disrobing in front of Vul. “Uh, is there…um…”

“If you’re about to ask if I’ve got anything for you to wear,” remarked Vul dryly, “I’d recommend you take another look at me. Though I’d’ve thought you’d had plenty already.”

Isaac went red. “Sorry…”

But Vul just snickered. “Now, what’re you apologizing for? I happen to like it when someone appreciates my appearance. Didn’t figure you’d have that sorta attention on me after everything earlier, but it’s no big deal to me. Look, you can probably wrap up with a towel or something, but it’s not a big deal. Around here, I’m usually hanging free anyway, it’s comfortable like that. No need to be shy, ain’t like I haven’t seen plenty of nude bodies before - human included.”

If that was supposed to put Isaac at ease, it was kind of having the reverse effect. Yet, there wasn’t a good argument to be made - he needed his clothes to be washed, he needed himself to be washed, he was going to have to disrobe at some point for both of those to happen. And then Vul turned the screws a bit more by working off his own shorts, stepping out of them and balling them up with his shirt. The dragon was, as he suggested, getting very comfortable…it almost felt like a challenge, a push to get Isaac to join him, whether intended or not, Isaac was feeling out of place looking decent. And part of what he was supposed to do to help his prospects was to adapt to their culture, not the other way around, right? Maybe this was just a test…

He didn’t really know for sure. But Isaac was following along all the same. Shirt, pants, socks, even his briefs, all coming off and handed to Vul to be thrown into the laundry. He could swear he saw the dragon give him a once-over, and maybe the eensiest of smirks before treading off into a back area, presumably to get the washing process started. This left Isaac to look for the restroom so he could start washing up; he didn’t want to appear like he was snooping, so he was very careful about where he went, stepping into no room that didn’t fit his needs and not even looking in more than a glance. It didn’t take long, the third door he tested was a bathroom, plenty large and borderline luxurious. Isaac felt too small for everything, but it made sense, a dragon of Vul’s stature would need that space. He just needed to clean up, find a towel, and get a bit more relaxed. So he made a beeline for the shower, stepping inside the door and looking around.

It wasn’t like any shower Isaac had been in before. Rather than being mounted on the wall, the shower head was overhead, a wide fixture with both a gentler and broader spray and a more concentrated and sharper one. There were also a couple misters in the corners, which would cast down a gentler wetness. A couple of recesses in the wall held either soaps or body washes - or rather, scale washes, as Isaac found on closer look. How those differed from other soaps was a mystery to Isaac, naturally, but he suspected he could probably use it if it was necessary. Most important, though, were the touch-screen controls, which Isaac had not only never seen before, but never would have expected to see in a shower. That seemed like a potential safety hazard to him, being exposed to water regularly…there had to be something protecting it, but Isaac wasn’t so sure he’d be comfortable with that regardless. At the very least, they were up sort of high, out of the direct line of any of the water.

And also out of reach of Isaac. He could touch the bottom of it, but not get to the actual panel where the controls were. And that was going to be a problem - how was he going to shower if he couldn’t reach what controlled the shower?

This was something he was pondering for a good minute, before he felt a big hand clap down in his shoulder, causing him to yelp a bit. “Marveling, are we?” Isaac’s heart thumped, Vul was RIGHT THERE in the shower with him…his faced reddened quickly as he realized that Vul had to still be in the nude himself…the closest he’d ever been to a nude anthro ever in his life. It felt almost scandalous, he’d just met this guy…he didn’t want to imagine what his parents would say if they heard he was doing something like this, even if he could rightly insist that he had no plans whatsoever to take it any further…and less and less was he certain his plans were the ones that counted.

“I, uh…I, uh…c-can’t actually…reach…” At least he managed to stammer out the truth, after a few seconds of being stymied. It almost sounded stupid, even if it was accurate…it was possible he’d missed something important, after all, which would make him feel foolish.

Vul snickered a bit, looking between the panel and the human. “I guess they really didn’t have humans in mind for this, huh? Yeah, they put these in high so there’s less contact with the water…you’d be fine in a space designed closer to your size, but I guess dragon-sized is a bit much, eh? Well, don’t worry, there’s plenty of space in here, I can make sure you get nice and clean.”

Showering together…well, that was a step further forward in the scandalous department. But Isaac found himself squeaking out an “o-okay” after a moment, knowing there weren’t really a lot of other options. Not unless he wanted to give himself a sponge bath or something, and that sounded unappealing on every level. Still, he couldn’t help but have a vague feeling of being trapped as Vul shut the door behind him…there was so much the dragon could do to him, and so little he could do about it. And the added complication was that if he popped a boner now, there was no way to hide it…and that was a very real possibility.

Vul touched the screen a couple times and started up the flow of the water. The wide showerhead provided enough spread that Isaac didn’t have to get right up in Vul’s space to get his share of the water, which was a small blessing, but he was still getting a faceful of all of Vul…or at least all that the dragon was showing, Isaac couldn’t see his dick, though he could see the slit that hid it. It at least allowed him the faint illusion of propriety, though probably his spending as much time looking at the dragon as he was undermined that. It wasn’t like he was trying to stare, he just found himself doing that more than he should have…it was hard, the dragon’s body was plenty attractive, and he found himself drawn to it more than he could remember ever being drawn to someone.

Also not helping was the scent that was starting to fill the air…he’d gotten a slight whiff of it earlier in the bar, as Vul had carried him to the exit, but it was here in an enclosed space that it was picking up. Musk…raw, thick, heavy, very fairly metallic dragon musk. Isaac had gotten a few warnings about anthros, how their scents were strong, especially in close quarters, and dragons in particular were said to have a pretty potent and imposing musk that could cloud the mind. That seemed like an exaggeration to Isaac, there were frequently bizarre claims made about reptilian anthros and their ‘hypnotic’ effects, but there was no denying that it was a potent scent that was sending a warmth through him, stirring those barely-repressed desires and making it harder to break from the sight of Vul washing himself up.

“You know, I can tell you’re staring.” Isaac’s blush deepened so much more as his transgression was exposed, and he looked away in embarrassment from the grinning dragon. “Now, don’t be like that, if I minded I would have put a stop to that in a hurry. Like I said, I like it when someone appreciates my looks. But you want to do more than look, don’t you?”

The human swallowed hard. “I…uhm…”

“Yes, you do. I already know.” Isaac winced a bit, it was a bit more aggressive than the earlier lines, but he found himself nodding in spite of himself…it almost felt like saying no would have been wrong, obviously false. “What parts of me do you want to touch, Isaac?”

“Ah…I…ah…that…y-you…just…everything…is so…”

“Heh, everything, is it? So if I told you to lick my abs, you’d do it?” Isaac felt his heard skip a beat at Vul’s very forward proposal. That was definitely a line that there was no backing away from once he crossed it! But he felt himself unable to pull away as the dragon moved towards him a little bit. “Then why don’t you do just that, Isaac. Show me what you think of that part of me.”

Isaac didn’t know what to think of that…his loins did, though, he felt himself stiffening and swelling at the prospect. Maybe that was why he conceded to it, leaning into Vul’s body a bit and getting his face up against those abdominal muscles, the dragon sporting an eight-pack that was quite impressive to look at and even more impressive to touch, as a rub of his hands proved quite well. The reason for choosing that particular part was pretty quickly evident, it was probably one of the easiest places for Isaac to make good contact with, not requiring him to bend down too much or reach up too much…meaning the human would have an easy time giving them lots of attention. Vul didn’t push him any faster, but Isaac could feel his gaze on him, almost a bit of force in that sense…he leaned in close and gave a tentative lick over one of the mounds of muscle.

The taste was hard for Isaac to describe. It definitely wasn’t a fresh scent, a clear reminder than Vul hadn’t really soaped up, but under the water it had gotten a fair cleaning and mostly just tasted like raw dragon. Very slightly ferrous, just like the scent of his musk, but otherwise just slightly dry, a hint of saltiness and traces of that musk scent. Not exactly something Isaac would go for a four-course meal of, but not exactly repellent either…he started to lick more, wanting to make sure he did was Vul wanted him to do, as well as using his hands to rub over the rest of the front and sides of Vul, moaning a bit as he got a bit more into the act. It was intimate in a way that was risqué but not overtly lewd, but it was also filling his nose with more of that musk, and that was turning Isaac on quite robustly now. He almost completely forgot himself as he was attending to those muscles, until he felt something thick and hot and wet make contact under his chin. Pulling back, he got a faceful of dragon dick, pushing out of that slit and swelling up in size.

“Ah, look at that, you did a damn good job,” growled Vul, his expression still a grin but more tinged with lust and intensity. “Another toy for you to play with, I think…though, I think it’s only fair I get to play with some, too…”

“Ah…th-this, Vul…” Isaac found himself back to stammering, dueling feelings in his mind even though there was a fair bit less conflict in his body. “I…I don’t know about this…I…we…we just met, so shortly ago…I barely…even know you…we might not, um…even see each other again…”

“Oh, I guarantee you we will. Quite a lot. You don’t have to worry about me being a stranger, Isaac, we’re going to know each other VERY well.”

“Ah…how can y-you…be so sure?”

“Because…” Vul brought a claw under the human’s chin and tilted his head up to look into that mildly predatory gaze. “I’m the team chief of the electrical department at Ephresda Engineering. You’re the human who’s supposed to start under me in a couple weeks. So I think we’re gonna be spending LOTS of time together.”

That touch of the dragon’s finger was just about all that was keeping Isaac from fainting dead away. Of all the things he could have imagined happening, accidentally running into his own boss during his housing search…what were the chances? Well, perhaps not as long as it might have seemed, the dragon lived and worked near that bar, and in the same area that Isaac was looking for residence anyway, but still, he never would have expected this to be how he met the person he’d be working under…and here he was, just having gotten done giving his abs a tongue bath. And the way Vul was looking at him, that was probably not the limit of what he was wanting to do…and by the heat in his own body, Isaac wasn’t about to stop, either.

“You know, if we’re just gonna get messy again, we should finish this shower later.” Vul tapped the screen, and the water turned off. “Let’s dry a bit and take this to my bed, shall we?”

Isaac couldn’t have agreed fast enough.

——

Just like everything else, the dragon’s bed was big. Bigger than a human king-size, for sure, and Isaac didn’t have much experience sleeping on one of those, either. It felt like immense luxury to him, but for Vul it seemed almost a tiny bit small. Just another difference between them, and another way the dragon seemed like he had the edge. That list was fast growing, and with Isaac now naked and on top of him, he felt even more outclassed, captive, at Vul’s mercy…and slowly caring less and less.

Despite the dragon’s obvious erection, that wasn’t where Isaac was starting…instead, it was with more licks to that body, mostly over the dragon’s arms and pecs. Isaac wasn’t lingering too long on any one part, but he couldn’t help but be excited as he gave some attention to each part of that upper body, enjoying the taste and feel of it. All those powerful muscles, some prominent and some subtle, the raw power was obvious under his fingers…and each lick brought more of that taste that was slowly gaining some appeal, while the draconic musk was getting more and more prominent in his nose. Vul didn’t force him into any particularly odiferous spot, but he felt like he was getting deeper whiffs of it nonetheless.

And dimly, he was starting to wonder if there was actually something to those scurrilous rumors after all, because on some level, Isaac could feel himself getting hazy in the head, with the sensation getting stronger with the scent of dragon suffusing his sinuses. It made him shiver and moan, it made him more and more pliable to Vul’s guidance, and it made him feel less like he wanted to leave…in a broader sense, not just that moment. Something about it made him want more, even as he was certain he was getting plenty as it was...he kept his face pushed against Vul, taking long slow licks against and between those pecs now, kneading the muscles with his fingers. He heard a purring growl above him, and he flushed as he felt happiness at pleasing the dragon…what an odd feeling, almost pride at his success, he felt more at ease with this despite his lingering shyness.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent glorifying those pecs, but it must have been longer than he thought, because suddenly Vul was lifting him up, separating him from that muscular chest. With next to no effort, Isaac was wheeled around 180°, then plopped back down face-to-face with that draconic erection. If he thought the musk was strong before, now it was almost thick enough to choke…for a moment all he could do was stare at it, taking in the impressive and imposing sight. A slight point to the head of it, rapidly filling out into a thick girth that bore a thorny ring around it a couple inches from the tip and then ridges down the shaft, each one with a line of slightly raised, backwards-pointed nubs along its apex, disappearing to smoothness a couple inches above that gargantuan knot that was already swollen and promising a serious stretch. And the size of it was daunting, to say the least, Isaac wasn’t so sure it didn’t dwarf his forearm. It looked borderline impossible for him to try to engage with, yet Isaac was failing to register the requisite anxiety at the idea…indeed, it was more of a delicious temptation than a threat.

And then he felt thick claws grab at his rear, pulling his cheeks apart, and a yip and moan escaped Isaac’s mouth as he felt a thick, hot tongue lap at his pucker. Behind him, Vul gave an amused mini-snort. “Ain’t a museum, kid. Don’t just look at it, get in there.” Somehow, being called ‘kid’ wasn’t as undesirable as it had been earlier, it added to the sense of the dragon’s power that was turning him on so much…he reached for Vul’s dick, pulling it down towards him with some effort - even angling it seemed like it was a task, just another part of the dragon’s body that was incredibly strong - and taking a couple licks along the tip and the topside of it. That musky scent melded with the fierce taste of the dragon, ever more potent and intense from this part of him, lingering on his tongue and in his nose, a mild oiliness to it that seemed to cling like a film to his organs. Making sure he didn’t have to be without the addictive presence for very long…

Isaac continued to lick, and as he did, he was rewarded with his own licks, as Vul kept working at his rear end. The feeling of that tongue over his ass was bizarrely enjoyable, not something he had ever really thought about before but he was shivering and moaning at the feeling of it, that sensitive part of him getting such attention lavished on it was making the heat and tingle rise in his crotch. His rear end wiggled and pushed into Vul, trying to get more out of what the dragon had to offer; in response, Vul’s tongue pressed harder as it licked, even pushing inside a little bit, slowly upping the ante as Isaac squirmed in bliss.

The more Isaac was pleasured, the more adventurous he got himself. His licks and rubs of that great draconic staff got more vigorous and spread further, the human giving that knot a nice squeeze and his tongue running along and between the ridges; he could hear Vul growling in pleasure when he gave attention to the grooves or the nubs, and they got that dick to start drooling a little precum which he quickly licked up, reveling in the strong flavor of Vul with a bit more saltiness. It even got to the point where he tried to work the dragon into his mouth…it wasn’t destined to go far, Isaac couldn’t get much deeper than into his mouth, not familiar with how to get a cock into his throat, and wasn’t quite confident enough to improvise with something that was going to be quite a stretch. But he was still able to suck and lick over the head and the first few inches quite a bit, while his hands pleasured the rest of that impressive tool, working more precum out that he was at least able to swallow quickly.

Vul was able to do a lot more at his end, and Isaac’s moans got louder as that tongue started to really delve inside, slurping and lapping at his innards and hitting spots that were incredibly pleasurable, making Isaac’s cock leak its own pre onto those iron scales. The human was writhing under that tight grip, not sure how much longer he could hold out against such an effective pleasure assault…trying to hold back just caused him to clench around that tongue and make things feel even better. It almost felt like an unfair trade, he couldn’t do nearly as much to Vul, but that compelled him to up his efforts, trying his best to get that cock as deep as he could and work it up to the limit. Vul’s voice was showing his appreciation, but Isaac didn’t know if that was getting him anywhere near what he was feeling. There was a part of him that didn’t want to detach from this cock until he’d gotten a good taste of Vul’s seed, and the rest of him really wasn’t mounting much of an objection.

Suddenly, Vul curled a bit, and Isaac’s eyes bugged out as that cock pushed its way deeper without his volition. His airway was suddenly blocked, and he couldn’t pull back, as Vul was pressed too hard against his rear end, mashing his prostate and trying to drive him to the finish. A highly successful maneuver, especially with the human now distracted, he got just the spark he needed to go off, his cock shooting out hard onto the dragon’s chest, painting it with a fairly healthy quantity of white. The bursts of pleasure in Isaac’s brain had him jerk forward a bit more, getting more of that cock into his throat, the spicy ring rubbing against his flesh in a bizarre feeling while his body begged for air…his hands found purchase on that knot and squeezed tight as he tried to push back and free himself.

Suddenly, Vul let out a snarl, and his body uncurled as his back arched, tongue pulling from the human’s rear as he reached his peak. Enough of that shaft pulled out for Isaac to be able to catch his breath, but only for a moment as a thick surge of dragoncum rapidly followed, flooding his maw with that thick, musky spunk. The sheer quantity was far too much for Isaac to be able to swallow, especially when the second and then third gushes came…all he could do was try to take as much of it into himself as he could and let the rest spurt out, making a nice thorough mess of Vul’s stomach and groin, lots of spunk leaking out and drooling down those scales onto the bed. Isaac was in the center of that mess as well, much of his lower face getting coated in seed, but he hardly had a moment to care as his mind was paying catch-up from his own orgasm and the brief period of airlessness, plus trying to process the dense taste of dragon jizz that was flowing over his tongue seemingly endlessly. The musky, salty fluid fed more of that mind-melting odor right into Isaac, the human feeling almost delirious as he greedily swallowed everything he could. It got easier and easier as the dragon’s climax tapered off, leaving a much more manageable flow that he was able to finally catch up to and swallow fully, though that hardly fixed the mess that was already made.

Finally, Isaac pulled away from that cock, letting the last of Vul’s seed dribble out onto the dragon, panting hard and feeling a little dizzy. Vul, however, didn’t give him a chance to just sit there, taking hold of him and pulling him off of himself and onto the bed on his back, the room spinning for a bit as his brain tried to catch up. He saw Vul reach over him, snatching up a few tissues from the end table and using one of them to wipe down Isaac’s face. “Enjoy that?”

“Ah…uh…y-yeah…huuh…th-that…wow…”

“Rrrr, you look a bit out of it. Probably shoulda warned you, dragon musk’s…well, it can hit pretty hard if you aren’t used to it. Heard some say it even zonks ya a bit.” He licked the human’s cheek, drawing up some of his own seed before finishing with a wipe from the tissue. “Heh, doesn’t look like you mind, though. Handling me pretty damn well for a naïve human. Did you like it when I pushed my cock in your throat?”

“Y-yeah…” The word slinked out before Isaac could really even process it, but…despite the intensity of it, he had enjoyed it. It had been the most visceral demonstration of the dragon’s dominion over him yet, and that had been so exciting, even if it the moment he’d been too out of sorts to really appreciate it.

“Thought so. Never seen someone so excited by being intimidated. You like this, don’t you? Being so overwhelmed like this, having someone bigger and stronger over you, so much that you just don’t have to think about anything except what they’re gonna do to you…” That voice dropped to a low growl in the human’s ear. “I’ll bet if I opened the door right now, but told you to stay, you wouldn’t think twice about turning around and coming right back to me, would you?”

In his foggy mind, Isaac might have dimly wondered if he should have thought about his response before he gave it…under the haze, though, his mind was mostly betraying only the truth, the feelings he’d been keeping quiet before but which flowed freely now. “Ah…yessss…I’d…I’d stay, yes…”

A pleased little rumble leaked from that fanged snout. “Well, then…stay. You’re looking for a place to live, right? You can live here. Easy walking distance of work, and someone who’ll walk with you every day. No need to be alone in the big city with people you’re wary of. Less rent to pay with two people. Everyone will know you’re with me, no one’s gonna mess with you…mrrr, unless you want them to.” Vul ran a claw under the human’s still-stiff dick, making Isaac moan and flex a bit in bliss. “And you get to be as helpless as you want to a big strong dragon every single night…and I get to have a delicious little human to hold and protect, and at the right times, rule over. Gets lonely in this bed at night sometimes, I’d love a partner who’ll let me wrap around them and keep them nice and close…you could be that partner.”

It was probably something that Isaac should have spend a good bit of time thinking about, a pretty big shift from anything he’d even remotely contemplated in the past several months. Moving in with someone, accepting a relationship like that, those were supposed to be big decisions…but Isaac was in no real state to think about all the implications. He just knew what he wanted…and he wanted Vul. He wanted the dragon, he wanted that sexy body, he wanted that addictive musk, he wanted that gargantuan cock…he wanted it all more than anything else he’d ever wanted, and that was true with or without the haze in his head, that only put him in a state where he could say it without reservation. “Yes…I want, I want that, I want to live with you, I want to be yours, I want you…”

“And I want you, Isaac. Will you let me claim you?”

“Yes…please, Vulzend, I…I want to be claimed…”

“All right, then. Get on your hands and knees, and show me how much you want me.” Vul shifted away from Isaac, giving the human freedom to move. Isaac briefly noted that the bedroom door was indeed open, he could walk out at his leisure…he didn’t even give it a second thought. As the dragon tossed away the used tissues, the mess from the oral adventure mostly wiped down, Isaac presented himself as he dimly thought was best - on all fours, ass high in the air, legs spread, hard cock hanging between his legs, ready to be properly fucked. The excitement was building in him, and got even more so when he felt that heavy body over him, partly on him, one arm wrapped underneath him…there was such a shadow over him from how much light that big body blocked out, emphasizing how much smaller Isaac was. It was wonderful.

“I get the feeling you like the idea of being…imposed on. So I’m gonna do that. I’m gonna fuck you, nice and hard, show you that strength you’ve wanted me to…and I’m gonna knot you, and I’m gonna cum in you. And once I do, you’ll be mine. No doubts, no questions, just mine. Sound good to you?”

Isaac shivered; it sounded fantastic to him, like what he had always wanted. “Ah…yes, please, Vul, make me yours, take me and show me how a dragon fucks…”

“With pleasure.” That was all the warning Isaac got before Vul started to act. The tip of the dragon’s cock pressed against his pucker, prompting Isaac to try to loosen himself as much as he could, not that he really knew how. He didn’t really know anything about what to expect, and that was both slightly frightening and slightly exciting. Vul was the one who held all the cards, surely he was more experienced…hopefully that meant he knew how to break a novice in. Whether that was the case or not, though, it was going to happen-

Isaac wasn’t ready at all for that first thrust. Vul only jammed a few inches in there, but the sudden stretch had Isaac seeing stars, and there was a rush of pain from it as he was forced open for the first time from something like that, and by something not exactly sized for him. A cry rang out from him, but it didn’t last long, and neither did the pain, ebbing away rapidly and leaving behind just a sensation of stretching that was well beyond anything he’d ever imagined. Vul had paused, letting Isaac catch his breath and try to adjust; it was too big to just get used to, but he was settling down, and that was about as good as it was going to get.

Then the dragon started up again, pulling back tiny bits and then pushing in with a bit more intensity and depth, slowly breaking in more and more of Isaac’s body to his gargantuan girth. Each new breach brought with it a twinge of discomfort, lasting only briefly as his body adjusted; Vul seemed very conscious of having to ease Isaac into it and wasn’t forcing too much out of him, and the upshot was that the human was losing the negatives fast and getting to enjoy the upsides of the thick presence in his rear much sooner. Deeper and deeper, more and more stretch, until Isaac felt the thick heat of that knot pressing up against his rear. There was a distinct impression in his body, one he could see as he looked down underneath him…it wasn’t huge, but it was definitely visible, enough to accentuate the stretching sensation within him. It felt like he was already beyond his limits, and they were just getting started.

Vul gave him another short break, and when he started up again, it was again gentle, though with a bit more vigor than before, doing a couple longer pulls and pushes, getting strained moans out of Isaac as his body was relaxed and stretched once again. He could feel all sorts of different sensations inside him as well, the rubbing of those little bumps on each of the ridges providing a unique brushlike feel to his insides and the more potent drag of the larger spikes on that ring, the hot and viscous precum smearing around to heat him up and make it easier for that cock to slip along his inner walls. It all felt good in its own way, and combined together they were providing a wild and wonderful experience that Isaac never could have conceived of before. And all he wanted was more.

And soon enough, Vul provided. Suddenly, the dragon gripped him tight and started to really go to town on him, pulling out and driving in much faster than he had been. The breath was pounded right out of Isaac at first, loud cries punctuating the air as he was suddenly put through his paces, taxed like never before, his body a helpless plaything to the big reptile. His voice trailed off to a quaver as the air ran out, and he had to scramble to take in breaths at just the right time to endure. His body clenched and spasmed around that thick mass, making it feel like an even tighter fit to him and getting tense growls out of Vul as his cock was hugged by that overworked passage. His fingers clawed at the bedclothes, back arching as every part of him felt tense enough to snap…except his cock and balls, swinging underneath him back and forth with a fair bit of force from the dragon’s impacts against him, splattering precum freely all over. That thick cock was giving his prostate a beating, and he probably wouldn’t have had any trouble going off if he hadn’t climaxed so recently…as it was, he could feel that tingle in his loins, heralding the oncoming rush that he could only desperately try to stave off for longer. He wanted everything Vul had to give him, didn’t want it to end so soon, wanted to feel more of that dragon’s conquest over him, claiming him fully.

When the next level hit, Isaac wasn’t ready for it, couldn’t have been…suddenly those arms wrapped around him, and hauled him up against that muscled chest, and then Vul rose up, stamping one foot on the bed and snarling as he held Isaac tight against his body while driving hard into his body, that knot pressing with intense force agains Isaac’s ass with every ram now. Trapped helplessly against two walls of muscle, Isaac could do nothing but wail out breathlessly as his body was pummeled with dragon dick, the raw power of Vul on full display for him now even more than before, and everything was rocking his brain so hard, the sudden uptick in force creating a powerful mixture of euphoria and distress as his body craved and protested the new intensity, mainly at his pucker which was fighting a losing battle against that fat knot. It was too much, Isaac let out a thin scream as his orgasm slammed him hard, bursts of seed spraying out onto the bed in front of him, his body spasming hard but held firmly in place by Vul’s raw strength, keeping him from even squirming. The added tightness might have been the only thing keeping him from finally tying the human, but the gushes of precum and throbbing of that staff were promising that it was coming, VERY soon…

It was only as the bliss faded from Isaac that his body finally surrendered. Another wavering waul loosed from his lips as that knot finally stretched his ass wide open, sinking in as deep as it could into the human’s body and embedding to its deepest point inside him. And then, a roar loud enough to rattle the windows rang in Isaac’s ears as he felt the first burst of thick dragon spunk plaster his insides. If he’d been stretched before, now he was getting outright swollen, as the sheer mass of seed pumped into him, filling him and making its own space, his stomach rounding out a bit as it was packed nice and full. That thick knot denied even the slightest leakage, far too big to go anywhere…the ache from it all was really starting to sink in, Isaac was definitely feeling it now, this had definitely been overdoing it, but he didn’t care, he’d gotten what his intoxicated mind wanted, the dragon’s knot and seed had made him Vul’s, he could rest and relax now, no more concerns about having to go hunt for his own place, having to be on his own.

Vul’s grip on him loosened slightly, as the dragon lowered himself onto the bed, laying down on his side and curling around Isaac a bit, almost protectively. “Rmmm…that was fantastic…how’re you feeling, Isaac?” Isaac wasn’t able to really properly respond, his body felt so taxed, so worn, that all he could do was let out a weary moan, though it was still bliss-laden. “Heh, guess it’s gonna take a bit for you to get used to this. Don’t worry, I’m sure it won’t be long. Plenty of practice’ll make sure you’re handling it like it was second nature. And I’m gonna enjoy getting every chance I can to practice with you, for sure…”

Isaac was looking forward to it himself…as he finally surrendered to the exhaustion and drifted off into slumber, his last thoughts were focused on how wonderful it felt to be in the dragon’s clutches, how much he enjoyed the feeling of that muscular chest and stomach against his back and those arms around his front, and the raw thickness inside him and the feeling of being so totally full. He’d only been looking for a place to live, and found a whole lot more than that - an iron mountain of comfort and pleasure and raw power, ready to usher him into a new world that seemed a whole lot less intimidating now.