“You’re beautiful,” the dragon murmured. He didn’t mention the silvery scars on Ottis’ body. Instead, he dragged the smooth curves of his claws over Ottis’ skin, before touching Ottis with his scaly paws. The dragon carefully caressed Ottis’ throat, stroking his sides and chest, then his hips.
The friction felt amazing. Ottis shivered, his cock growing full. The dragon smiled.
“Now, I want you to turn around and lie on your stomach. No matter what happens, you’re not allowed to look behind you.”
Ottis bit back his questions and squirmed onto his front.
“Good,” the dragon groaned. “You look beautiful. Cover your eyes.”
Ottis covered them.
Suddenly, the dragon wasn’t huge and scaly anymore. Soft skin pressed on either side of Ottis’ hips, human hands catching Ottis’ sides and stroking up his body. Those thick fingers trailed up and down, following the arch of his back, grasping his shoulders. Then they slipped under him, feeling up his thin chest.
It had been a while since Ottis was touched this intimately, even longer since he had been treated with such gentleness.
“Do I still call you Mr. Dragon?” he mumbled. “Since you’re not exactly a dragon right now. I don’t think you want to be called ‘Probe Master’ either.”
The man laughed, his voice less gravelly in his human shape. “My name is Doc.”
“Doc.”
The man—very likely an alpha, from his size and voice—growled. “Yes.”
He had a good voice. And he had amazing hands that ran along Ottis’ back, kneading his muscles and leaving warmth in their wake. Doc rubbed Ottis’ shoulders and arms, squeezing his bunched muscles.
“Very good,” Doc said. “Hold this pose.”
He went back to touching Ottis’ chest, squeezing Ottis’ thin pecs and tweaking his nipples. Ottis’ nipples grew hard; Doc rubbed them until they leaked and Ottis squirmed, his body aching to be filled.
“Please, please—” Ottis gasped.
“Mmm. Sensitive.” Doc shifted slightly; Ottis felt the alpha on top of him, thick thighs braced on either side of Ottis’ hips. A heavy length nudged against Ottis’ ass. Doc sniffed at him; his hands learned every inch of Ottis’ chest and abdomen, before following the trail of hair leading south.
Ottis’ breath stuttered. Doc’s fingers slid lower and lower, until they bumped against Ottis’ leaking cock.
That brief touch sent pleasure humming through Ottis’ body.
“Oh,” Doc rumbled, taking Ottis’ cock into his hand. Ottis moaned; Doc gripped him harder and began to stroke, relentlessly, until Ottis writhed and panted beneath him, clutching his hair and then the sheets.
“Please,” Ottis begged, shoving his hips up. “Need, please.”
“What do you need?” Doc groaned, cupping Ottis’ ass with his other hand. He pried Ottis’ cheeks apart, and cool air brushed Ottis’ sensitive hole. It clenched; Doc swore. “You have such a pretty hole, sweetheart. It looks like it’s ready to be stretched and filled. Used. Properly fucked open, stretched around my cock.”
Ottis’ throat grew dry. “Please, please. You need to put something in there.”
“Like my fingers?”
“Or your cock,” Ottis whined. “I love cock. Please.”
“Fuck.” Doc released Ottis’ cock to grasp his cheeks with both hands, spreading them as far as they could go. “Look at you. So wet and perfect for me. You need something in here, don’t you?” He touched Ottis’ entrance with a thick finger, circling it. Ottis jerked. Doc tapped on his hole, pressing more firmly and pulling back, rubbing it over and over.
“You’re killing me,” Ottis whimpered. “I need your cock.”
Without warning, Doc sank his fingertip into Ottis, and tugged his hole open.
Ottis writhed. “Please, please, please.”
“Hmm.” Doc moved. Then a hot, velvety length pressed between Ottis’ cheeks.
