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Sovi yelps as he trips through thick, hanging foliage, crashing to the ground with a pained groan. Exhaustion settles deep in his bones, and he only hopes the bounty hunters aren't following him still. He shuts his eyes, breathing deeply for a moment before looking around at the grove he'd stumbled into. It wasn't anywhere he recognized, and the large, old looking tree lends to the idea that this place has been around for a long time, clearly hidden away if it was so lush and beautiful. He stands with an arm around his, probably bruised or broken, ribs. He looks around, stepping carefully around the flowers littering the ground, barely even breathing in fear of disturbing the ethereal silence.
Something about this place seems special, like it was magic hidden away, and if he had to guess it probably was. Sovi walks for a while, accompanied by nothing but his thoughts and the gentle rush of the nearby creek, until he finally ends up at the base of the tree that seems far older than he is. He slowly reaches a hand out, placing it gently on the trunk of the tree, closing his eyes as he swears he feels the thrum of life under his palm. He stands there for a long while, breathing and swaying slightly with the wind, until a loud thump echos through the grove.
Sovis eyes snap open and he yanks his hand from the tree and spins around, eyes widening and breath stopping as he makes eye contact with a dragon. It seems to be on the smaller side, but the keen intelligent eyes mean this is a creature he shouldn't be messing with. He opens his mouth, sputtering out excuses on why he's in the grove and touching what doesn't belong to him, and is interrupted by the dragon blowing smoke out of its nostrils. He freezes in place, hoping that at least if the great beast eats him it'll be quick.
The dragon huffs something that almost sounds like a laugh, and Sovi hears a gentle hum in his mind for a moment before an amused voice speaks to him. "I'm flattered you think I'm great, but I'm not here to eat you." The voice says, as the dragon leans closer to analyze him, carefully nudging the arm wrapped around his middle. "You're hurt, I can help you. You’re lucky it was me who found you first, the other wouldn't be so kind to a human in their territory." The dragon lays its large head down on the ground, gently rumbling at Sovi and raising a wing. "Here, climb on, I have supplies to heal your wounds." It chuffs, and Sovi decides he'd rather take his chances and climb on than see what happens if he doesn't listen.
"There are others? Like other dragons?" He asks once he settles onto the dragons back, carefully holding onto a twisting horn as the dragon takes off into the sky. The dragon makes a contemplative noise, like it's deciding on how much to tell him. "There are many different beings in this grove, human. I suggest you keep that in mind while you recover from your wounds, and after." Sovi sits in silence after the dragon finishes speaking, before raising his head with a start. "What do you mean, I can't leave after I'm healed?" He asks, alarm shooting through him.
The dragon sounds less amused when it speaks next. "You brought bounty hunters right to our door, you're lucky I didn't snap you up in my jaws the moment you stepped foot in our home. Until it's safe you will stay here. Do you understand?" The dragon growls lowly, and Sovi feels a shameful thrill run up his spine alongside the terror at the knowledge that this dragon had known he was there the entire time, and could have killed him whenever it wanted to. He's embarrassed over how that makes blood rush downwards. The dragon makes a strange noise, a low groaning rumble that he can't quite understand, but they sit in silence for the rest of the ride so he lets it slip from his mind.
After a long while of gliding and flapping through the air, they finally make it to a tower, where the dragon lands and lowers its head again to let Sovi slide off his back. He turns away for a moment, and when he looks back a man stands, stretching his body, large leathery wings flaring behind him. Sovi watches in awe, eyes drifting over the, admittedly attractive, man, who raises an eyebrow when he notices the eyes on him. "Are you just gonna stare or do you want me to help you?" He asks, this time aloud, amusement on the edge of his voice.
Sovi blinks, lightly shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He settles on the bed, nervously eying the man as he walks closer to dig through bottles and jars on the shelf nearby. He watches as he mixes herbs and other items together, alchemy wasn't something he'd ever paid attention to until now, so he doesn't know exactly what the other is making. When he's done mixing, the man brings the bowl with an intense smelling salve and a bottle holding a greenish blue liquid. "This is for you to drink," He holds up the bottle, "and this is for me to put on the cuts and bruises you have." He says as he sets the bowl and the bottle on the bedside table.
Sovi watches him walk back to grab gauze and a sticky looking paste. When he makes his way back and sits on the bed in front of him, he motions for Sovi to lift his shirt, and it's only as he's removing it that he realizes he'd never asked for the mans name. He opens his mouth to ask, but, like he'd read his mind, the man tells him before he can. "My name is Pezzy, I don't think I caught yours?" The man says, holding a polite hand out for him to shake, which he does. "Sovi, but some call me Austen." Sovi answers the unspoken question, and a part of him wonders why he shared his real name, he doesn't even know this man really. He's broken from his thoughts by a considering hum, and he flushes when Pezzys intense gaze looks him up and down.
"Well Sovi, you're lucky that I found you when I did, you've got some hefty injuries." Pezzy starts treating his wounds as he talks. "How did you manage to get bounty hunters after you anyway?" He barely gets spared a glance, the man too occupied by the repetitive motions of slathering a wound in the cool salve, wrapping it tightly in gauze, and then using the odd paste to keep it in place. Sovis leans his head back with a tired sigh, isn't that the question. "I don't know, one moment I'm at home and the next bounty hunters want me dead." He says, dragging a hand down his face at the memory of being chased for a reason he didn't know. Pezzy doesn't reply, a look on his face that Sovi can't place. The moment doesn't last long before Pezzy gets right back to handling Sovis injuries and leaving them in a slightly awkward silence.
Once the final bandage is wrapped and secured, Pezzy leans back with a satisfied look. "Anywhere else hurt? Anything I miss?" He asks, sitting back on his heels, eyes wracking down his body again. Sovi goes to respond, and as he does a hand settles on his thigh, derailing his train of thought. His mouth clacks shut, wide eyes staring down at the hand as a shudder wracks down his spine. Sovis eyes slowly drift up, a flush building on his face when he sees the dark and heated look on the others face. "You know, if you wanted me to touch you somewhere else all you had to do was ask, now this poor thing is neglected." Pezzy coos with a teasing grin, hand sliding from his thigh to his crotch. Pezzy grinds the palm of his hand against Sovis clothed cunt, dragging a whiny groan out of the human.
Pezzy reaches for Sovi with the hand not grinding down, and pulls him into a kiss. Sharp teeth nip at his lip and he pliantly opens his mouth to let the others tongue explore. Sovi chokes slightly as the appendage thrusts down his throat, forcing him to swallow the sticky slime coating it. He whines at the heat coiling in his gut, and the muffled sound makes a feral sounding growl escape from Pezzy. The other leans back, a long trail of saliva connecting them before snapping, and Pezzy stands to lead him towards a door in the back of the room. Taking up nearly the whole room is a large nest of blankets, pillows, and fur, and Sovi only has a moment to wonder the point of a nest when there's a bed in the other room before he's being nudged into the nest by a large clawed foot. Pezzy had shifted back to a dragon while Sovi had been distracted, and he's equal parts intimidated by and aroused by him.
Pezzy leans down, his large snout bumping against Sovi, knocking him into the nest and onto his back with a yelp. He huffs in amusement before his head dips lower, tongue slipping down into Sovis underwear to lap at the slick dripping from his cunt, making Sovi squirm and whine. The tongue pushes further in, sending spikes of pleasure up his spine as it thrusts in and out. His head drops back, high keens and moans escaping him as his legs spread to give the dragon more room. A clawed hand tears his pants and underwear off as Pezzys tongue presses up against a spot that makes him see stars. He moans, body jerking down to grind against the appendage.
He whines when the dragons head lifts away from his leaking cunt, half lidded eyes staring up at him as he chuckles at his desperation. "Don't worry, you're going to be full for a while when I'm done with you. It's mating season Sovi, and I've got an egg to lay." Pezzys voice curls around his mind like wisps of smoke, and even while hazy and so desperate he'd do anything just to come, Sovis mind zeroes in on that. He'd stumbled into the grove during mating season, and this dragon isn't the only creature here. Pezzy seems to understand where his thoughts are going, growling possessively as he places a clawed foot on Sovis stomach. "The others will want their turn with you, but right now you're mine. You will carry my egg." He snarls as his teeth sink into his shoulder, tongue licking at the wound as it closes through what could only be magic, leaving a mark that makes it clear who he belongs to. Sovis hips jerk up against air as desperate pleas and whimpers leave his mouth, begging to be filled in a way only a beast like the dragon can provide.
Sovi feels the dragons cock nudge against his weeping pussy, and he can barely spare a thought to the idea that it wouldn't fit before it's rutting against his cunt. He cries out as the head pushes past his pussy lips, orgasm crashing over him in an intense wave of pleasure. His cum only aids the movement of Pezzys cock as he rocks into Sovi, pushing several inches into him. His cock is ribbed, he realizes quickly, and it's nothing like anything he's ever used to pleasure himself, bumpy ridges brushing against the walls of his cunt as it thrusts in and out. It slides in impossibly further, bumping up against his cervix and wrenching a second orgasm from him.
Pezzys thrusts pause for a moment as his tongue slithers across Sovis body, flicking against his nipples and making him twitch and whine. His teeth nip at his skin, lapping at the cuts when they draw blood, before he slowly resumes thrusting. His pace quickens as he changes his angle, and a high keen escapes Sovi as the head of Pezzys cock pushes past his cervix and into his womb, locking him in. His body shakes as the dragon releases his seed into him, crying out as something large and oval travels down his cock to try to join the semen. It takes Pezzy rutting against him a few times for the egg to finally be pushed into his womb, and the action pulls a third orgasm out of him. He whimpers as he places a hand over his stomach, pressing down to feel the egg and the cock inside of him.
Tears stream down Sovis face as he pants, shivering in overstimulation as Pezzy leans down to lick the tears off his face. "You did so well Sovi, good boy. Took my cock and my egg so well." Pezzy coos, and the praise, along with the feeling of Pezzys cock and the egg shifting inside him, makes Sovi whine and cum weakly for a fourth time. His head falls back against the nest, completely spent, as Pezzy carefully pulls out. The dragon preens as he watches slick and his own cum pool under Sovi, proudly dragging a claw through it and bringing it up to Sovis lips, who obediently opens his mouth to swallow down the fluids. He shudders at the taste of himself, and it would have made him cum again if he wasn't sure he'd already hit his limit. Pezzy climbs into the nest, curling around Sovi and draping a limb across his stomach possessively. "Mine, my perfect mate." He growls as Sovis eyes droop, exhaustion hitting him. "Sleep, my egg will take if you're well taken care of." The dragon hums, head settling beside him with a large wing covering him, warm scales further lulling him into a dreamless sleep, content in the protective hold.
When Sovi wakes up next, it's to loud feral snarling. He blinks in hazy confusion, eyes slowly focusing on the dragon stood protectively in front of him, with a large winged feline hissing further back. He shifts uncomfortably as he processes the situation, and the griffins eyes snap to look at him. He flinches at the rage in the beasts eyes, before his vision is blocked by Pezzy stepping further in front of him. "What are you doing bringing a human here Pezzy, you know what happened last time!" The griffin snaps, beak clacking together and tail lashing in agitation. Pezzy growls lowly, and Sovi feels a gentle prodding at his mind, the dragons attempt at keeping him calm. "Well, what you and the others think don't matter Smitty. He holds my egg, and you know how important it is to ensure it hatches." Pezzy huffs, confidently turning his back against the griffin and curling back around Sovi. The griffins head rears back in shock, eyes losing some of their ancient seeming rage as they wrack over Sovis body. Smitty scents the air, surely smelling the dried slick and cum in the nest and still coating Sovis uncovered cunt, and he shifts in slight embarrassment as Smitty watches him clench around nothing.
The griffin stalks forward, cautiously eying the now calm dragon as he leans down to nose at Sovis pussy, making a shiver run down his spine. A rough tongue flicks out to taste the combination of fluids on and in his body and he can't hold back the whine that escapes him. Smittys eyes freeze him in place as a gentle but firm talon settles on his enlarged stomach. The griffin leans back, looking over at Pezzy. "Well, since he seems to be taking your egg well there isn't anything we can do. Next time though, this is a group discussion." Smitty says sternly, before he removes his talon and stalks out of the tower. Sovi watches him leave, still confused and once again aroused, and he looks up when he hears Pezzy sigh from above him. "Smitty doesn't like humans much, none of the others do really, bad things happen when they come to this grove. You're lucky the egg is settling well." Pezzy lays back down and doesn't elaborate further, so Sovi does the wise thing and doesn't ask any questions. He slowly falls back asleep with the warmth of a dragon at his back, and uncertainty of the future ahead of him.