Stay with Drelfrumm

Drelfrumm continues thrusting and rubbing his big dragon dick on you, huffing and moaning and panting above as your shared sweat stains the bedsheets. The smell of fresh blackberries is overtaking the warm musk of his slick underscales as his cock spurts a little more pre-cum onto your neck and he moans deeply and lies still a moment to recover, sweating and huffing on top of you, before resuming his grinding. By now, your own privates and thighs and most of your legs are drenched in the hot sweat of his dragon balls, though it would be a lie to say you weren’t feeling a little aroused by all the reptile’s humping yourself, and the dragon has noted this with a snicker and a low growl, encouraging your enjoyment as he presses his penis more firmly and rubs on your naked body more slowly. There’s another moan and a low whine above a few minutes later as Drelfrumm starts humping you more rapidly again, his thick cock making a sticky thump, thump, thump as it slaps across your skin, and soon you start to feel another hot spurt as he begins to climax, everything smelling of hot blackberries as you feel his seed splashing across your chest and chin and face, getting a little of his stickiness in your hair as the hole of his cock jets forth warm lilac ejaculate. All told, the process of dragon’s pleasuring has taken at least ten minutes, and he lies on top of you panting, the last of his seed leaking down the side of his softening dick, still about as long as your arm even though he’s going flaccid, the big blue beast heaving a deep sigh of satisfaction as he purrs with his fat lower belly expanding and contracting over your forehead as his breathing slowly returns to normal; your own breath and heartbeat take some time to do the same, as the sound of the birds outside and muffled chatter of the dragons at the tavern below reach your ears faintly.

“G-good human, my sweet…” Drelfrumm calls you by your name as he lies on you a little longer, finally grunting and rolling onto his side, dipping his claw tips on some of the seed he’s left all over your chest as he pops the tips between his lips one by one, then brushes your cheek very gently with the back of a claw tip and holds it your lips, encouraging you to do the same. He smiles as you lick it off his smooth scales, giving your chest several long licks with his large forked tongue to get the remainder, “You can enjoy what I left on your face, little one. It’s better when it’s still warm.”

You have another taste, deciding to let him enjoy the rest as you ask about the sheets, which are now messy with several strands of light purple dragon cum, not to mention all of your and his sweat. He chuckles and tells you not to worry, that there’s a maid who will handle that while you are away, though you wonder how often the beds are tidied here considering his was still unmade when you arrived. When pressed, he tells you he’ll let Mersila know at the front desk as he doesn’t clean his bed every day since he doesn’t mind having his own musk in the sheets. Licking the remainder of his cum from his claw after he convinces you to help with the droplet on the side of his penis, his member still having a bit of a strong taste of salty dragon sweat, he lumbers off the bed and pads over to his dresser, fishing in one of the drawers and withdrawing a little red drawstring purse from which he takes a single large gold coin. He gives it to you and you go to put it in the pocket of your trousers, beginning to get dressed again- Drelfrumm has done a thorough job of licking his cum off of you- the dragon watching from the bed as he frowns at the several types of clothing you put back on.

“How do you make your money, Drelfrumm?” you ask him as you pull on your stockings, “You don’t have some sort of treasure hoard somewhere in a cave, do you?”

“Pah, that stupid old sheep’s tale!” he snorts with a vigorous shake of his head, as though to physically remove the idea, “No, silly human. I volunteer sometimes as a watch dragon as I was telling you about earlier, though that position is often well staffed. Most days, I work down at the docks and help with unloading cargo from all the trade ships we receive. It pays quite comfortably, with tips from the dock hands or crew if they like your work,” he scratches at his chest with a foreclaw and yawns, resting his head on his claws, “Today they didn’t need me though so I stayed in to do a bit of reading before I went outside to enjoy the nice weather and take a dump.”

You recall the incredible sight of the ships on your approach to the city, considering that, up close, they’re probably as impressive as the dragons.

“Do you think you might show me the docks? I’ve never seen a ship before in person.”

“Sure, if you would like, little friend,” the blue dragon rolled over and stretched, scratching his balls with a claw, “The weather is very nice today, so we can take a little trip there now and wander about. I’ll put in a word with Mersila to have the bed washed. That is, if you would like to share my room?”

“I’ll still need to find work to help pay for the lodging…” you begin, but Drelfrumm holds up a claw to stop you.

“Nonsense, little friend!” he climbs up off the bed, heading for the door, “I make plenty to afford the rent and help pay for your meals. If you want to help, see if Mersila needs a claw- er, hand with anything now and again- but, you’ll be paying me back in plenty of other nice ways…”

He turns to huff and wink at you, forked tongue lolling a bit as you smile back at him, then head out of his room and down the stairs. The dragons tease you about having had fun, easily smelling the residue of musk and cum on your skin, and you realize you have a little bit still in your hair, but the blue dragon pets you and tells you not to worry. Mersila smiles and nods and tells him she’ll have Rhyta handle the sheets, offering to pour you a drink when you head back and asking how you like the inn. Unlike some of her patrons, she seems to act more polite and cordial as opposed to lewdly teasing you, but her attentive green eyes and flaring nostrils as she watches and speaks to you hint that she may be having other thoughts as well about you. Bidding farewell to his other dragon friends, several of whom call after you and huff and paw themselves, Drelfrumm leads you out of the inn and eastwards towards the docks.

He explains as you walk through the fields towards another alley that it’s only a few minutes’ walk so there’s no need to fly, and you ask about how he found work there. As heavy lifting comes quite naturally and easily to dragons consequent to their larger size and natural strength, he informs you that it was easy to go and volunteer, and especially in a port town like this one, his services are needed and appreciated several days of the week. He chuckles when you ask about helping at the docks and explains that it isn’t the sort of work you go into lightly, often handled by the larger anthros and those with several years of experience who have worked in smaller port towns or grew up in the area. You argue as you walk down the alley by his side that it surely can’t be that much more strenuous than farming, and you’ve got some experience there, but he shrugs and says you’ll see for yourself. A pair of hawks soar past overhead, calling out to one another as you make your way down the alley, stepping aside as a long eastern dragon winds her way around you both, and Drelfrumm shields you with his wings as a shrew empties what thankfully turns out to be a pot of water leftover from boiling last night’s supper, the dragon growling as he shakes the moisture from the membrane.

You emerge beneath an arch onto a splendid scene which leaves you breathless a moment- the bustling docks, a huge wide open archipelago crafted from white stone, bordered on its sides by the sea which stretches outwards forever into the horizon, capped only by the sky overhead, the dark waves rising and falling in the breeze as shorebirds cry out overhead. Your eye follows the flight of the two hawks from earlier, one of whom alights near a crow’s nest to help direct the ship around two others in order to prevent a jam- likely an argument over who got there first, Drelfrumm explains, as the other lands beside a beaver and begins to review a scroll as a group of rats and sharks are loading bags of provisions and rolling barrels of ale up the plank into the ship’s hold for the long journey ahead. You notice in all the congestion that the anthros here don’t wear any clothing besides their loincloths either, with the occasional cloth or leather diaper and a cutlass, pistols, or dagger about their waists, and he explains that their fur and hides keeps them warm in the harsher conditions of the sea, as you observe them unloading chests and crates of spices, coffee, tea, dye, textiles, flix… you marvel at the volume and variety of goods bound for the towering wooden warehouses to the north and the bellies of the ships coming and departing, watching sails and hulls mended by powerful-looking sailors both anthro and human, the latter wearing trousers and boots that have seen harsh weather and better days. Many of the sailors seem to be heading for the nearby taverns but Drelfrumm nods at a couple of giddy ferrets who are jostling one another and turn left as they reach the complex of wooden buildings as he tells you they’re probably headed to one of the many brothels in this part of town, which, he informs you, would certainly offer you a job if you don’t mind getting sat on and rubbed by sweaty horny talking animals all day long; he can show you those as well, but there’s nicer ones near the city center and you can have just as much fun at a tavern with anthros anyway. He points out an unusual sight as a bronze-scaled dragon hefts a harness containing a wooden cart laden with several chests and crates, headed down the gangplank to help unload- while he uses a similar contraption to help with cargo, your friend can tell by the conversation he was having with the boar aboard the vessel that this dragon is likely a sailor as well, which is almost unheard of due to a propensity for seasickness and most ships not being built as a result to accommodate their kind; you marvel he can hear anything at all with the constant shouting and commotion.

“You really have to unload like that almost every day?” you watch a silver dragon standing after he’s had several crates loaded into his harness as the reptile shoulders his burden nonchalantly, following behind his fellow dockworkers towards the warehouses to the north.

“I suppose for you, it would be the equivalent to carrying a single very large crate,” Drelfrumm shrugs, following your gaze towards the warehouses, “Our backs are suited for that sort of work. Ah… you see her as well, eh?”

You watch a saddled dragon with coral pink scales and lovely pearl and teal frills paw at the grass, looking around and sniffing the air as a knightly figure with a flowing blue cape addresses a mole, the lion raising a gloved paw as he points to one of the warehouses and says something to the mole, who heads off a short ways and motions for a group of hyenas who are standing around chatting, the group making their way towards the indicated warehouse with haste. Judging by the uniform, you conclude this must be one of the famous Windbourne Riders, one of the oldest orders of knights renowned far and wide for their heroism and steadfast justice, with orders all across the continent and even abroad! You’ve heard legends since childhood about their exploits against criminals and even demons, and have to prevent yourself from skipping over as Drelfrumm tells you to enjoy yourself. The lion gives a small regal inclination of his head as you approach, and his dragon starts sniffing you vigorously, eventually withdrawing her snout with a shuddering huff.

“Now, now, Prexa, I doubt this man would approach us if he had anything suspect on his person,” the knight places a gloved paw on your shoulder as he raises a hairy eyebrow, “Unless… he saw the error of his ways and wished to submit himself to justice!”

You aren’t entirely sure why this is so funny, but Prexa snickers along with her rider at this apparently great jest.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry to bother you, good sir, it’s just I’ve heard so many stories about the Riders and just wanted to meet you and was also wondering what business you had at the docks. If, umm… mayhaps if there’s any way that I could offer assistance with-”

“A-ha ha ha ha!” the lion places his paws across his armored pot belly, taking a moment as he catches his breath, “Oh, hmm. You’re quite serious? Well, no, lad, but that’s… gracious of you to think so. Me and Prexa here are just on a standard patrol, she sniffs for ****, dark magic artifacts, Spirits Preserve Us- poisons, anything of that nature. We had the quartermaster go and investigate a suspicious chest detected earlier. Normally it’s myself and two or three other Riders, but as you can see, it’s a slower day, so…”

Prexa interrupts as she sticks her snout across your chest and gives an amorous huff and a low growl, blinking slowly as she stares into your eyes: “You’re a cute little human, and I can smell I’m getting you excited. Why don’t we have some fun, hmmm?”

“Now, friend Prexa, you must be a good girl and control those dragon urges of yours,” the lion patted the side of her head with a gloved paw, “We are on duty, and I’ll let you take a break in…” he squinted in the direction of the sun a moment, “Another hour, we’ll get some lunch and you can find a friend at a tavern.”

“Hurrghh, I cannot wait that long!” the pink dragon bellows, scratching at the stone ground, “I want to play with the human right now! I’m very hooorny!”

The lion scratches his chin a moment through his glove, then sighs, “Very well, then. It is a slow day after all so I don’t see the harm in you taking a short break. Please return in twenty minutes and report any suspicious activity or behaviors…”

But Prexa is already overtop of you before you can protest as to whether you get a say in the matter, growling amorously as she scoops you up under her foreleg and carries you off with her, purring loudly as she cuddles you to her chest, “Come along now, cute human. We are going to have so much fun together.”

The dragon carries you a short distance to a nearby smaller warehouse, and sets you down amidst a sea of blankets and cushions that fill the space which has been covered with a single large lilac sheet. You wonder for a moment what the incredibly foul stench filling the space is, for, though sweaty and in need of washing, much like Drelfrumm’s bed, the sheeted ground and blankets and pillows you’re sitting in seem fairly clean otherwise, though as you spy an emerald female dragon pawing herself before she passes another loud fart on the human she’s sitting on, you realize what that smell is. As Prexa unfastens her saddle and sets it off to the side while nuzzling you, you gather from the two other carrier-harnesses laying there that this must be a sort of sexual relief area for the dragons working here, your suspicions confirmed as you see a white dragon enter with a human and a ferret by his side; despite the odors, it’s actually quite nice, reasonably sized and comfortable. For her sake, your pink companion wastes no more time and places her claw on your chest to push you onto your back, tugging at your trousers as she pants down at you with forked tongue drooling a little as her saliva pats your cheek, her other claw busy between her hind legs, dragon farts from the other occupants filling the space and their stink languidly drifting in your direction, which only makes Prexa swallow and start panting and masturbating more. You decide to comply with her since she’s clearly in need of some relief, and the moment she notices your unbuttoned underwear slipping off thrusts her maw down and starts licking and slurping at your cock, causing you to gasp out in surprise. It isn’t long between her lips, however, before she releases her claw from her slit and shifts her flanks forward, her large body sinking down on top of you as she takes your head deep into the folds of her vagina.

There’s a dim light of fuchsia, pulsing like the slimy flesh that covers both of your cheeks and chin, and the smell of wet dragon musk fills your nose with each breath. Outside, you can feel the brush of the smooth scales of her inner flanks overlapping your legs, her rump pressing down across your chest and her large tail swishing smoothly across your ankles and feet as she keeps you inside her, the slimy wet walls gripping and relaxing against your cheeks, sticky and sweaty and suckling your skin. You’re grateful for the comfortable pillow beneath your back and the blankets against your shoulders and legs as the dragon presses her weight onto you, bouncing and thrusting her fat flanks as your cheeks slide partially out of her pussy before she pushes back down and takes your whole head between her legs again- shifting and thrusting herself in a steady rhythm as you can hear her faint moans and panting through the sticky squelching of her secret flesh as her slippery sex slides across your earlobes and then releases them again a moment as she rises. She sinks back down and clenches her pussy around your head again, the walls covering your face with sticky sliminess as all this humping is getting her more aroused, and she pulses herself rapidly with her face inside her, trying to feel your features against her sensitive skin. She stays seated and wiggles side to side on top of your face, her sex sucking your cheeks and chin, as you lie back and breathe in her musky odors, the hint of something sweeter starting to become more apparent.

You feel Prexa shifting herself between bouncing and humping and wiggling her flanks on top of your face, her distant huffing and moans as she goes faster and slower, tightens and relaxes, over and over again. The dragon’s vagina is starting to feel slimier and wetter, leaving a thickening secretion across your cheeks as Prexa gasps and you feel her beginning to cum onto your face, that strong musky smell now being replaced with the scent of fresh strawberries. Her bouncing intensifies once more, as her excited cries reach your ears as her flanks rise before being muffled on the descent, but it’s easy to tell she’s getting closer as you start to feel a warm pinkish slime leaking onto your nostrils and across your cheeks and forehead, and as she rises even higher to where only the bridge of your nose is inside her to plunge back down and swallow you nearly to your neck, you reason she can’t be much longer to climax. In sooth, she does indeed keep going for several minutes more, slowing down and rubbing slow and deep, then bouncing a little, then slowing again, and then she’s still a moment and as you’re wondering if she’s finished, she presses herself down hard and even through all that scaly fat and big dragon pussy you can hear her muffled bellow before her dam bursts. A big splash of viscous strawberry dragon seed pours across your face, spilling from the edges of her pussy as she slowly loosens her grip to spill herself across your cheeks, your forehead and the edge of your hair matted with her cum as she relaxes enough to slide your face halfway out of her. Of course, like Drelfrumm, she stays seated on you as you hear her muffled panting and long contented sighs, wiggling her fat flanks to and fro in the afterglow as she enjoys that sensation of having drenched you in her sweet secretion. Also like your male friend, she rubs her claw along her vaginal lips after sliding off your head with a sticky _skluptch _and brings the seed to yours to taste, laughing as you remind her you literally just got a faceful, and yes, you did inadvertently swallow a little when she started climaxing.

“Mmmm, that was delightful, human,” Prexa’s large, warm tongue continues to clean her cum from your cheeks and chin, and she brushes the back of her claw across your face when she finishes licking, “I’d love to enjoy you a second time. However… I really have to fart.”

The pink dragon stands and pivots overtop of you, placing a foreclaw on your dick to check if you’re enjoying yourself physically and giving your member a few tugs with her claw tips as she squats her large hindquarters down over your face, her pussy dribbling a little onto your chest as she rubs her claw across her lower belly, and you can hear her bowels grumble audibly above you. Her anus is the same shade of fuchsia as her vagina, and just as musky as she sits herself down across your features, and while she’s not filthy from a dump like Drelfrumm was earlier, you can smell as she sits that she definitely pooped earlier, the scent of dried dung filling your nostrils with the natural foulness of dragon tail hole as she scoots over your nose and cheeks to get nice and comfortable. Prexa’s pucker opens with a wet little prrubbtt, her flanks wiggling as you hear her snicker above, the muffled sound of her laughter soon drowned out as her anus unfurls over your nose with a much nastier frrammppmnntt! You grimace in the stench, spreading quickly from her bowels in a thick and reeking cloud, reminding you of the fart you walked through in the tavern earlier but much worse as this one surrounds you now, blown right in your face, with her thick tail, plump rump, and hefty haunches keeping the stink from dissipating too quickly, instead lingering in a warm haze beneath her tail. It doesn’t help that all this scooting and excitement is making her backside sweatier and muskier the longer she sits on you either. Prexa rubs her stinking bottom against you, giving you a faceful of warm dragon hole, letting out a series of smaller toots and another deep rumbler, and in-between her emissions, you soon realize that wet sound isn’t just her sweaty anus sliding across your face- Prexa is pleasuring herself as she passes her dragon gasses on you. Frrrupptt… prupppbbtt… prroooppbbtt… the pink dragon passes several more noisy farts and rubs them in, pressing her stinking wrinkled hole across the bridge of your nose not unlike how she pressed her pussy down onto you a few minutes ago. As you start to cough and squirm in the intensifying cloud of stink beneath her tail, the flatulent female purrs and scoots her hindquarters down over your chest, fanning a foreclaw in front of your nose as she gives you a break from smelling her dragon farts direct from her anus.

“Awww, poor human, are my farts too smelly for you, little one?” she pats your head with a claw she’s clearly been using to rub her pussy, as the scales smell like strawberries, “Not to worry, sweetie. Just a little more and I should be all finished. Take a deep breath, I’m going to sit back down now, okay?”

She lets another noisy frrrnntt as her fat butt sinks back down across your head, the smell of her previous farts still lingering beneath her tail. A nice, long prrrupppbblllttt that gets so wet and filthy you hope she didn’t leave anything behind burbles out soon after, necessitating another fanning with her foreclaw, but she seems to enjoy your need for little breaks from her backside, this time making no secret of pawing herself before she cups your nose with her claw and encourages you to breath in the much more pleasant odor of her vaginal secretion. Her sweaty rump plops back down again and out comes a nice steamy fffrrrunnnttt… prrrunnnppffftt… ffrruummnntt… the other dragons laughing and commenting on the enjoyable noises she’s producing even as the smells are cause for another break. She pets and encourages you, promising she’s nearly finished, petting your face after fanning away some of her stink, sits back down and blows a few little plurbbtt… frripptt… prufftt, scooting and rubbing them in, pawing away above and huffing and purring as she can feel you groaning and breathing underneath her.

“Hrrmnn… huhh… huhh… prrubbttt! Hrmnn… Mmmnn… ffrummpptt! Huhhh… prrfftt…mmhnn… huhh… okay, little human. I think that… that was the last of my farts, yes, sweetie. I’m going to stay seated until the smell goes away, and you’re going to be a good little human and keep being my stinky seat, yes?” she chuckles above as she rubs her smelly rump across your face for the umpteenth time, “But you just shout into my bottom if your cute little nose needs another break, alright?”

After another few minutes of smelling her butt, anus smooching your nose and cheeks as she goes from rubbing her scaly, sweat-soaked seat in your face to rubbing herself around front, you at last feel her big bottom rising up off of you, your breathing starting to return to normal as you catch wind of the ongoing farts being produced by the other dragons taking their sex breaks, though their combined stink almost seems milder in comparison. Prexa stands over you purring, placing her strawberry-slickened claw across your face again, smiling at your positive reaction to the smell.

“Maybe you’d like another splash of that scent all over your face, huh, human?” Prexa begins masturbating again as she brings her snout close to you and huffs warm breath across your features, “Let us go and wash the smell of my farts off of you, and then you can go back to smelling my dragon pussy instead, sweetie.”

“Where have you been, Prexa?! It’s been over half an hour; we’re needed at warehouses 2 through 4!”

The pink dragon groans as she turns around and you see the lion rider standing there with his arms crossed.

“But, Malory, I was still enjoying my new human friend! Don’t tell me you don’t want to play with him too! His little face is so cute… and so very comfortable, hurrhnn…”

“Yes, be that as it may…” Malory softens as the dragon looks at him with big, sad, longing eyes, “Well… you could…”

“Just a few more minutes, I have to wash him so he doesn’t smell like my butt, alright? Then I shall resume patrols with you. Promise.”

“Alright, scaly girl,” the lion rider removes his glove to pet his dragon’s snout, “You know I cannot refuse you a request now.”

“And that is why you’ll always be my rider, Malory,” Prexa purrs and smiles, licking the lion’s cheek in return. The lion smiles back, stitches under her chin, notes you’re watching the exchange and abruptly resumes his dignified posture, “Thank you, kind human, for attending to my companion’s most urgent needs. Duty calls.”

The knight pivots on his heel, turns and marches back off towards the other warehouses, flagging down the mole from earlier with a gesture. Prexa smiles back at you and helps you to your feet, guiding you a short ways to a series of wooden washtubs set up on the grass, fetching clean water from a spout and heating up the tub with a quick jet of her flame breath. You wonder how it doesn’t burn the wood and she giggles and replies you obviously don’t understand anything about magic. The dragon washes your chest and face with a bar of soap from a little metal tray next to the tub, and flaps her wings at you to help you dry off; the process isn’t perfect and you already miss the strange contraption for washing back at Drelfrumm’s apartment, but she seems to really want to clean you, and it makes her happy when you stand before her again, dried and fresher.

“Ohhh, I’d love to rub my pussy all over your head again, human friend,” Prexa whines as she presses her snout across your chest, huffing warmly across your skin, “But I am a Windbourne dragon, and I do have duties to which I must attend. Even if they are a bit dull.” She gives your forehead a big kiss, “But if you’re at the docks again, come and say hello. Maybe… you can go even deeper into my dragon pussy next time, hmmm?”

She bids you farewell with a low growl and a big grin, retrieving her saddle and skipping back to where Malory is waiting in front of another warehouse. At the sound of laughter, you turn to see Drelfrumm, who has been observing the entire scene of course. He places his own claw to your nose so you can smell the blackberries, lifting a hind leg to show you his leaking penis.

“Yes, to answer your question: I could see right away she was in heat. There was no doubt to me as to what she wanted to do with you, but I knew you both would have fun, and what sort of dragon would I be to deny you that, my friend?” He steps back apace, laughing as you swat at him playfully, “You really haven’t been around dragons at all if you missed such obviousness, tsk!”

“I’m starting to wonder if all of your kind enjoys playing with me kind as rudely as possible?”

“Oh, yes, my friend. When you have to fart, or need to rub off your loins, there’s nothing better than a little human face, haha.”

The blue dragon pats his stomach with a claw, causing you to now retreat apace as it grumbles audibly.

“Not to worry, little one, I’m just hungry,” he pats your shoulder with a foreclaw, “I’m sure you’re starting to feel the same? If you’re interested in seeing a bit more of the docks, these taverns are overcrowded this time of day with the workers and sailors, but the Swordfisher, a bit closer towards town, is usually a reliable choice. Those bigger anthros might take a liking to you though, especially with some food and drink in them. Or we could go back to the Drunk? I’d love to introduce you to some of the other dragons, and Mersila as well. Up to you, my friend.”