Tending to his wounds... and your lusts

You tie the bandage around the draconian’s head, making sure to cover the entire wound in tightly-wrapped cloth. He breathes a sigh of relief, then nods to you. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” You reply, sitting down on the bed next to him. “So, who're you?”

“I’m Arnaxis, from the Akirion clan… in case you didn’t see the signs scattered around.”

“I’m .” You reply, and he nods.

“Well, I’m pleased to meet you. Thank you for your help out there.”

“It wasn’t much.” You say.

He gives a small snort. “It still made the difference.” He replies.

“I suppose so… why do you live out here, anyway?”

“It’s the edge of my clan’s territory, and – as you can probably tell – there are bandits around, among other things. They wanted someone here to keep the border secure.”

“So you’ll be staying here, then?”

“No, actually. I have something I’d like to do, now that you’ve come along, but first…” The draconian’s bulge has only grown more pronounced in the minutes you’ve spent talking, and eventually he looks straight at your groin with a lusty expression. “I was wondering…”

“Yes?” You ask, licking your lips a little.

"Would you like a little... reward for helping me out?"

If you're surprised that the draconian went so fast from discussing his situation to offering you sex, you don't show it, and instead you just give him a nod. He stands up, gesturing for you to take his seat on the bed, and the moment you do, he drops to his knees and undoes your belt, tugging your pants down.

To be honest, the reptilian man had been turning you on even before he casually offered to let you fuck him in return for your help, and you're already halfway erect, which Arnaxis quickly goes to remedy, his thick, rough hand wrapping around the base of your shaft while he takes your tip into his mouth and starts to lick it.

Between the warm, wet tongue sliding across your head, and the friction of the coarse scales caressing the base of your shaft, you're soon fully hard, and Arnaxis removes his hand from the base of your cock with what you take to be a grin, both of his hands going between his own legs to jerk off his own cock out of view while he starts to slowly work his way down your length, swallowing inch after inch, sucking on your shaft the whole way down.

At about halfway down, you place a hand on the back of Arnaxis' head. The draconian makes no complaint, even when you give quite a sharp tug forward, pushing the rest of your length into his mouth, the tip poking into his throat. The feeling of his tight, muscular throat squeezing down on your head makes you let out a groan, giving a few awkward thrusts into his wet mouth. He waits a few seconds for you to regain some measure of self-control, slowly jerking his own shaft, before he once again wraps his tongue around your shaft and resumes the blowjob.

You're not content to let him work at his own pace now, though; you want to actively enjoy that skilled draconian mouth. You shift around a bit, finding a better angle, and start thrusting into his mouth, pulling him down into your thrusts with your hand, the other bracing you against the bed. Arnaxis keeps blowing you, adjusting to work with your thrusts, bobbing his own head as best he can to pleasure you, breathing through the nostrils while he jerks himself off.

Long minutes pass in the cabin to no sounds but the wet slurps of the draconian sucking your cock and the deep breathing of both of you, your cock soon leaking precum that the warrior quickly gulps down. All too soon, however, you feel your climax approaching...

Leaning forward, you grab the back of the draconian's head with both hands, at the same time thrusting forward and pushing your tip down into his throat. Arnaxis, realizing what's happening, takes as deep of a breath as he can through his nostrils, just before you shoot the first rope of cum down his tight throat, giving a long, continuous exhale and moan as you unload rope after rope, filling the dragonman's belly with your warm seed as he's left with **** but to gulp it all down, his tongue gently massaging your twitching shaft all the way through your orgasm.

Once the last drop of your cum has dripped down into his stomach, you let him go and allow him to pull back, panting, giving you a very good view of what he's been doing while you've been using his mouth. His emerald belly is a mess, dripping with creamy white draconian cum, his half-hard - and very large - cock still in his hand as it dribbles seed onto the cabin floor.

It takes perhaps a minute for him to fully catch his breath afterwards, before he rises to his feet and pulls you to yours, leading you outside, to a small pool in the canyon, where he lets you sit down in the naturally warm water before he lowers himself in, grabbing soap from a nearby rock and asking you to helf clean the cum off his body.