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And so, the final choice was given in a question, one filled with heart and emotion.

“John…"

The one who shared that name was already attentive, so he went with it.

“D-Do you still want to do this? Become my mate?"

He saw what the drake was asking.

This was it.

This was the final frontier of their relationship.

The sacred ritual.

There was no going back, for this was a point of no return.

For the man, it was a no-brainer.

The point of departure was to never return.

“Y-Yes. I do."

He wanted him.

He wanted to be with him.

Why?

Because he loved him. Simple as that.

He didn't care that he was a dragon.

He didn't care that he was a male.

Because his heart belonged to him, and Marlo's to John himself.

He wasn't complete without him.

Everything, everything led up to this magical moment.

Marlo being hunted by poachers and sniper rounds destroying his kneecap on his left leg and grazing his wing on the same side.

Crashing into his yard.

Getting to know each other and their worlds.

Laughing and engaging in the simple art of conversation despite being different species.

Indulging in their enjoyment of deer.

Kissing each other in the kitchen while venison stew cooked by itself.

Sleeping together for the first time, feeling the warmth and heartbeat of the other.

Flying the draconic mating flight.

And…now.

It was all fate.

Despite his answer, Marlo was still…apprehensive about it.

He was about to mate this man.

He's never done such a thing before, and he had no doubt that it was going to hurt.

But like all things in the universe, it was only temporary.

Regardless, Marlo didn't want to cause him harm, even if it was inevitable.

He couldn't bear such a thing on his conscious.

And so, he gave one final voluntary question, on that would be the last to seal their fates, forever and ever.

“A-Are you sure?"

John heard it. He knew that it was going to be unpleasant at first, but to hell with it.

Because tonight, the world belonged to them, not separate, but as one.

“Y-Yes. I-I'm sure.", he answered back, a light stutter in his voice while a sensation filled his chest, one that released all of his doubts and worries with a singular conclusion.

I want to be with a dragon…

The sheer impact of it caused a pregnant silence as Marlo felt his words get processed from his earholes.

H-He wants to be…with me?

It was settled.

Marlo closed his eyes tightly and nodded his head in understanding.

Now, his life was in his paws, and he wouldn't mess this up.

Never.

He had no doubt that perhaps Bahamut planned everything out.

They were meant to be together.

There was simply nothing else to be said.

He pulled back somewhat as John spread and lifted his legs a bit more than before.

Marlo adjusted his back limbs before bending them, his drakehood bouncing in between his rear legs, primed and ready to mate.

It was a straight shot to his target, John's entrance completely open to him and him only.

It was time.

Marlo the psychic drake prepared his groin to push directly into his great boon, and…he rocked his legs forwards, until…

He stopped.

The distance between them wasn't closed.

John didn't feel him against him.

Why?

Marlo held still like a statue.

His eyes and slightly open mouth were filled with…with…

Shock?

Insecurity?

Fear?

Fear of hurting John?

He felt a mass in his chest.

He just realized what he was about to do.

He was about to mate this man, cause him suffering, and bind his soul to his.

Would John be able to handle it? He didn't want this pressure on him! He…H-He…

H-He loved him, with all of his heart.

It was a moment of vulnerability. Marlo realized who he was, or, more specifically, what he was.

A dragon, a creature more powerful than the one underneath him.

It just struck him.

But…it didn't matter, because John fell for him all the same.

He discovered that.

And Bahamut, was it the best part of his life.

No, John agreed. He wanted to be with him eternally despite it all.

Perhaps that was what true love was.

Standing along with them despite all the fears.

That was what made him continue.

Marlo lightly shook his head and closed his eyes, his worries dissipating.

With his sex hanging between his legs, he rocked his hips forwards, and…and…

And…

Contact.

“Uh! Uh! Hah…", John let out as he finally felt it.

The tip of Marlo's drakehood touched his anus.

But…

Marlo stopped.

His eyelids strung up immediately at his action being stopped by…by…

John?

The eyes of the two darted to where they felt one another, the heat of the dragon's tip feeling the equally warm and lubricated hole of the man.

The barrier held firm despite the initial push.

Their gazes then returned to one another's, both blushing deep crimson at the fact.

John's body was definitely not used to this.

Marlo then returned his sight to his extension.

Apparently, Bahamut told him that he would have to add some more effort to make him his.

And so, Marlo obliged.

He pushed once.

“Uh!"

Then another time.

“Uh!"

Again, slipping in more and more by the micrometer.

John felt a light bite.

Once more.

“A-Ah!"

Again!

Marlo clenched his teeth in exertion, bending his scaled brows with his lids closed as he pushed into him.

Again!

Bahamut, please!

Heat. Burning heat.

One more, and…

It happened.

John's sphincter relaxed, graciously allowing his lover in, the head of the drakehood popping in. His ring of muscles could no longer close as it gripped onto Marlo.

And with that, white hot pain.

“S- SHIT!"

The shields over the dragon's sight-seeing orbs opened wide in shock and surprise.

Not at the fact that he penetrated John, but that he felt it.

His beloved's excruciating discomfort.

His saliva did the best it could, but they were still men after all.

“John? John!?"

He said it in a panic.

He…

H-He…

H-He…

H-He hurt him.

He hurt his future mate…

This was not okay.

“ A-Are you alright!?"

Fear crept up into his heart as he asked that.

He…

H-He didn't want to hurt him!

Bahamut, he swore he didn't! He didn't mean to! He didn't…he…

“Fuck, it hurts...", John said while grinding his teeth together to cope with the hot iron of suffering on his rear, uncaring about the fact that he slipped inside of him despite that this was all leading up to that.

It wasn't pretty.

No…

It wasn't alright.

N-No…

Bahamut no…

No…

Bahamut, what has he done?

Bahamut, what has he done!?

No, no, he was damned for this, he hurt him, he hurt him!

Oh, Bahamut spare him! Have mercy on him! On his soul!

He was mortified.

How…

How could he have done this?

How could he have done this!?

What was the matter with him!?

No, he's a monster!

How could he do this to John!?

HOW!?

He wanted to cry for committing such a sin, but his greatest fears being realized and his fight-or-flight took hold of his spirit aching for causing such damage to the one he loved most.

“N-No! I'm hurting you, I hurt you! No, this was a mistake, I knew we shouldn't have done this, I…I-", he said, preparing to remove himself from John as if he had become a parasite to him, and…and…

However, his cries of regret were interrupted.

By what?

John.

He darted and wrapped his left arm and hand behind the drake's neck and yanked him down, drawing him closer.

He was in immense pain, but he gritted his teeth and held on to tell the drake penetrating him something.

“Now…you listen to me."

The drake was dead silent and speechless, both from the man forcefully pulling his head towards him with such strength and the fact that the human was doing this all while under such strenuous conditions. He knew that John was struggling, as his clenched jaw and intense crimson face denoted such a difficulty from being opened up for the first time.

As such, he shut up.

“I-It's…supposed…t-to hurt. And so God help me if you stop now. P-Please…"

Marlo, once wide-eyed at such power gripping the back of his skull while barely missing his precious horns, was now gaining a very sympathetic look in his eyes.

Marlo…didn't know what to think.

On one paw, he didn't want to cause him pain, even if it was impossible to prevent such a thing. Bahamut knows he would do anything to hold back such a fate.

On the other…

He was denying John a chance to be together with him forever.

Perhaps that was why he was such an amazing person, so selfless, willing to strive through regardless of the discomfort.

No, he was terrible to do such a thing, halting everything even if John volunteered his body for him this very night.

But was he selfish? To want to protect his beloved at all costs?

To say he was conflicted would be an understatement.

How could there be a grey area? A middle ground? A cross between needs and wants? Pain and pleasure?

Bahamut help him.

John slipped his now limp arm off of him and back to his side on the sheets, breathing heavily and face glowing a fierce bloody red.

The balefire that was his rear was getting the best of him despite the fact that they haven't even started their mating properly yet.

Marlo closed his eyes tightly and snorted in deep contemplation.

His brain said to protect him, and yet, his soul and heart told him to him to find that sweet spot, that place that was in the center.

And in the end, he chose John.

Chose John to trust his body, not him.

And so, a decision was made.

Marlo slowly unraveled his eyelids with cautiousness with a bit of uncertainty.

“If I hurt you too much, please, Bahamut, please tell me.", he said, heart full of regret that this was the only way, despite the bumpy road ahead for them, most of all John.

John couldn't do much. So much of his mind was focused on the pain receptors at the start of his canal. Even now, the exhales were making his windpipe a desert.

However, his mind was still there, and as such, he nodded ever so slowly.

Marlo let out a sigh.

The drake had his great permission to carry on, to become on with him.

To become his mate.

As such after a moment of deliberation, he resumed his posture, his scaled neck above the man and his legs in the same position as before.

The blunt tip of his drakehood was still sitting just past his anus.

Like a mountain climb, there was only one place to go.

Up.

And so, with the man's holy agreement, he sought to continue on.

To become two halves of one whole, to begin the untouchable mating process.

He continued on.

Marlo, with an intentionally slow-winded, yet well-meaning push, stared at the headboard of the bed as he cleaved his way inside John.

“F- FUCK!!!"

Marlo went on, filling his human lover as he felt nothing but the utmost tightness, constricting him in an attempt to push him out, only to yield to him, albeit with much coaxing.

For John, only but the utmost thickness fed into his hole as Marlo's girth disappeared more and more as his intestine and entrance vised the drake. He felt an ever-increasing amount of his sheer length occupy him, feeling nothing but that burning and slick hot penis inside of him, spacing out his rectum slowly outwards and widening the crevice in his pelvic cavity.

“D-Damnit…"

His gut was being spread wide open as it and his backdoor got split more and more. Such a size was only possible with a dragon.

Marlo pushed his member through John, through each bit of his cavern felt that he could allow without being too much for him.

As such, he held a piece of his drakehood back, just over the halfway mark, a midway point between the base and the center.

They held firm, holding still as they both acclimated. Marlo let out a puff from his snout as he held his eyes shut, feeling the man warming his draconic pride, a sensation like a hot spring, except this was the joining of him and his soon-to-be-mate. Still, such an experience was unforgettable, inserting into another male's behind, John's to be specific, even if such a pressure that was the gripping on his staff left him breathless.

Oh…oh Bahamut…

Was this what a man, his John, felt like?

Marlo was new to this, but did this feel…good?

Was coupling with his soulmate great, even if he was a male?

Marlo had to admit it.

Yes, it was, but it would only get better from here, even if he was still apprehensive about it since John was having a trouble dealing with the pain.

Speaking of which…

John hurt…all over.

Despite Marlo lubricating him with his tongue and only being a gentle weight in his gut, it was real challenging to say that this felt good, and yet, his brain gave that euphoric sense of enjoyment, although it was very minor, and as such was overshadowed by the never-ending inferno in his between his legs.

He started breathing really hard and grinded his enamel so much to the point that he almost drew blood as he adjusted to his presence, feeling that shockingly massive organ stuck deep into his innermost corridors.

God help him.

It was too much, but it was like learning to ride a bike. Sure, you got a scrape or two trying, but you would feel the elation of traveling on it before long.

However, about two minutes passed of them just holding still, the two locked together.

Time wasn't going to wait for them.

So, Marlo continued.

He slowly retracted his member from him, but eventually that was difficult as John's body held on so strongly, still unused to the mass that speared into it. To the drake, he had to repress a hum as the grip was something he was sure he would enjoy greatly, his beastly side taking pleasure from such a molding warmth.

As Marlo pulled his dick with a sluggish withdrawal of his pelvis, the human felt his gut contract around nothing but emptiness as some of the pain dissipated, but still remained.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnn...ugh, hah…"

After the first time that a penis was pushed into him, now it was the first time that it was pulled away.

What…

W-What was this feeling?

What…?

The phantom pain was still there, but it would return, as Marlo, after a second or two of dragging his drakehood out of his hole, then gave a shallow thrust into him with the utmost tenderness.

“Uh, UH!"

It happened.

They began mating.

Marlo was extremely slow and cautious, and rightfully so, as this was both their first times. The drake was gentle and soft with him in order to have the man adjust to him. They both adopted a missionary as the psychic dragon bucked his hips into John, taking away their innocence as he started to get into rhythm with his lover, feeling nothing but the human's body around his drakehood as he gripped the sheets with his claws, nearly tearing them into shreds.

Marlo had to suppress a growl with how he began feeling now that his sex up until around the midpoint was constantly within his soulmate, sensing nothing but the cozy and volcanic cavern that was John's rectal canal squeezing him ceaselessly.

He was tight, oh Bahamut was he tight.

His instrument was constantly being cushioned and compounded by his lover's intestinal muscles, as if to act as a barricade to such an intrusion from Marlo introducing his penis into John's accepting hole. And yet, despite that, like a lord of the storms and stars, they could do nothing but press into him as he slowly began to conquer them, becoming familiar upon shaping the fleshy walls to his will.

With more experience, it will know him as much as its owner.

Yes…it will all come in due time, yes it will…

That wasn't to say that it was effortless, because it wasn't. His genitalia was constantly halted by those closing walls in that ever-growing tightness, but, like a sapling, the familiarity will grow and come, he knew it will.

And the sensations upon his member was simply exhilarating, as sparks flew from his groin upon each thrust and retraction from him, his heat feeling this again and again…

And this was only the beginning.

Bahamut.

Was he…

W-Was he…enjoying this?

It wasn't slippery like a dragonesshood, and yet the sensation of making a name for himself in John's gut and the pressing on his extension was on a whole different level.

How…

H-How has he missed this?

And then, it came upon him.

He was grateful.

Grateful for Bahamut for having him wait for so long to find his lover and blessing him with such a marvel of beauty that was his soulmate.

He silently sung his praises while he kept on the motions into John, sensing each comforting embrace his body gave him.

Amazing.

John on the other hand wasn't having the best of times, but like a cold shower, you adjusted to it.

The issue was that it was slow and grueling.

“Sssssss…ahhhhhh…hah…", he hissed as he felt like his teeth were going to crack anytime soon with how hard he bit down on them.

He was in a world of hurt, all from him being on the receiving end of Marlo's clear attempts to be tender with him, but it didn't change the fact that the drake made him feel pain like he hasn't ever felt in his life, even if it wasn't his fault.

It was their biology after all…

As Marlo sawhorsed into him again and again, it hurt. It hurt real bad.

He felt that precious and delicate ring of muscles that made up his entrance be stretched wider than it's ever been, not used to such an intrusion that was the dragon's erection pushing into his warm caves. As a result, the flesh itself and the skin around it became cherry red with how much inflammation was branding him.

Their love didn't change the fact that he was a man taking in a dragonhood.

His inner body didn't fare much better, as with each exertion into his hole and rectum was met with an intense pang of agony and an inferno as the limits of his entire body were being tested upon each movement of the drake's pelvis.

It was torturous.

“S-Shit…"

His face became a deep crimson as he sweated like he's never done before as liquid perspiration perfused out of his tissue.

It was as if his body was compensating for irritation it perceived as a threat to his being.

He writhed underneath the dragon's loving and caring canopy of wings as he had to tolerate the pain to simmer away as he got used to Marlo's glowing red cock within him.

D-Dear…G-God…

It was so much. It was too much.

Marlo was so much.

But no, he couldn't waver. It will get better! It was like lifting weights…like at the construction site…nobody is strong from the beginning. You had to build yourself up to become qualified for the task at hand and future prospects.

This was no different.

It was the only way.

He loved Marlo too damn much, he…he…

H-He couldn't stop him, even if he could despite with the head of the drakehood locking them together.

“Fuck! Fuck…", he swore. Doing anything was better than silently shriveling in place while the dragon over him made him his.

It wasn't as if it was all for nothing, as with each instance of his inner muscles applying pressure to the purple dragon's organ, the pain was made less and less intense as his being adjusted to each straight slide into him, and in its place was a flicker of pleasure entering his mind. It wasn't much, but it was a growing flame that would soon become a sanctuary and solace in this temporary misery.

Because this was something he was willing to bear, which only showed and proved the resilience of the indomitable human spirit.

Everything will come in due time. He was sure of it. It just needed to wait.

However, their mating temporarily was stopped for a moment as Marlo, in one of his pushes into the man he loved, didn't retract and instead stood still.

The dragon let out a labored sigh as his eyes opened while facing the wall and released some heaving breaths with John, his jaws opened to get in as much oxygen as he could.

After getting his respiratory system in order, he let out one last snort out of his draconic nostrils. He then dipped his head down to face the man with caring yet slowly tiring eyes, getting a notice of the man's transition into becoming his mate.

As he blinked once, he began to admire the man's strength to carry on, to resist this pain that would go away eventually.

John was brave, braver than any man, for taking this burden of taking this grueling path that was his first time.

The road was bumpy at the start, but it will get better and smoother, then both could enjoy this special night.

Even with the clear signs that this was insanely uncomfortable for the one he was topping, he knew that it was for their unwavering love for one another.

He was dedicated, dedicated in this momentous occasion, to become his mate.

He truly was the one.

John underneath him held still as his gut adjusted to the heavy yet gentle weight burning in his lower half, boring down on the dragon. His breathing slowed down despite tonight not even being close to over.

He surmised that the drake stopped their ritual to allow them to get their bearings, to see how far they've come.

They were doing this. They were really doing this.

A man and drake, having at it in the final act of true love, sexual intercourse, a primitive one that was the only thing that they and the animals had in common as per the creation of life by God and Bahamut.

It held no barriers of entry, only that it was genuine and done with the best of intentions from both parties, a need to become one heart, one soul.

As such, John Fitzgerald and Marlo satisfied those conditions with the highest marks.

For that was the truth of love. Enough said.

Marlo closed his eyes and stiffened his neck to have his snout point at the bed's dark-brown wooden headboard.

He continued.

Marlo began to retrieve his appendage before inserting it again into the butt of lover. This time, however, he gradually pushed on further, exploring more and more of the human and facing new resistance with each of those forces of his hips into him. However, like before, instead of his moist corridors seeing him as a threat, they began to soften their assault, instead molding to this new presence.

A new owner to the household.

As he did so, the dragon stuffed more and more of his drakehood into his soulmate, feeling even more of the cozy warmth that was John's circuit, savoring each instance of pulling on him as he swept his heat away, only to feel it all once again.

He was on Cloud-Nine, letting out light bellows of draconic growls out from his throat involuntarily. John was just simply so tight and hot, mesmerizing his scattering mind that was picked up by a slowly assuming beast.

Now this, this was pleasure.

So nice and gracious of the man to provide such warmth and care to his sacred tool of reproduction and of the sex.

Such courage, such bravery, such caring…

So beautiful, so comforting, so right.

B-Bahamut, Bahamuuuuuuuuuuuuuut…

Amazing.

Truly stellar. All of those years waiting were worth it. Yes…they were…

“O-Oh…G-God…", John let out.

His body was finally realizing what Marlo was ever since he introduced his penis into his awaiting backdoor. The pain began to dull ever so slightly. It was still there, but it was becoming more manageable, turning the uncomfortable irritation from this whole new experience from insufferable to bearable.

He…

H-He was finally feeling…

Pleasure.

Ecstasy.

Bliss…

“F-Fuck…", he released, not as a phrase spoken to cope with burning pain, but one let out in necessity in this new emotion which he's never felt before.

The sensation of one's maleness coming inside you, making itself a part of you for all of time, it was…

I-It was…

John…John had no words, both because the full force and feelings of love for the drake were indescribable and the pleasure he was feeling being immeasurable.

The psychic dragon's penis spread his hole further than it has ever been, straining it in the form of bites as a result, but the continuous motions into him left an undying need to hold onto this feeling, this new sensation from the dragon mating him.

Again, he felt nothing but the smoldering heat that came out of the drake's genital slit, again, and again, and again…

Marlo was massive. Hard, thick, and long.

John felt the drakehood's incessant throbbing as it housed itself inside of him, each and every thrum of the dragon's heart being sensed from within. Each extremely exquisite push was felt into his once untouched flesh, the man feeling each and every sinew and inch of the dragon's member becoming one with him.

“Uhhhhhh…ughhhhhhh…~", he groaned.

It joined in his panting and shivering upon the skin in his back folding on the bed with each push, and a relaxation upon each pull, the process repeating at he felt the drake's hardness in between his legs and into his outstretched hole.

As he did, he felt the shaft and head be driven further and further into him, the tip leaking pre into that sacred flesh inside of him, dripping lava into his gut upon each and every sweep of that glorious cock within him.

What…wha…

W-What was even happening?

Was this…happening?

Yes.

Yes, it was.

He let it all happen.

He let himself get fucked by a dragon.

And he felt all the pleasure that came with it.

A-And…

And he would do it all again…

“Ahhhh-uhhh!~"

God preserve him.

This was all too much.

He felt nothing but the brightest of starbursts stemming from the end of his system filtering into his deteriorating mind as Marlo ravaged him. This, this was the experience he so looked forwards to in hindsight.

The price was the pain, but it was all worth it.

It was as if he was high and was incredibly drunk on pleasure from each slide in and out of him. His nerves were lightbulbs, with filaments so bright and intense that the glass casing broke.

He…

H-He was in heaven…

“M-Marl-lo…~", he shakily called out his name, brain in pieces as he began shuddering from the intense feelings he now possessed.

Even as he reached with his shaky and shivering hands around and onto the amethyst scales of the drake's forelegs to hold himself down, it only allowed him to feel even more of the dragon's incredible length, letting it sink in more and more.

The drake, upon feeling the man's hands loosely gripping his forelimbs, lifted his right forepaw and pushed the man's palm down and into the bed in but a rapid moment.

He clenched his three toes in between his fingers, which held the top of the paw weakly.

He wanted to hold him as they witnessed such a sacred and momentous part of their lives, for the world belonged to them, if for a time.

Marlo just kept on mating John, their bodies filled with newfound desire as their bodies mashed with one another, each bit of friction felt between their most private and sacred of parts conjoined in their untouchable coupling. It was a truest union of not only trust and compassion, but of Humanity and Dragonkind, shedding the shackles of their mortal flesh to become something more.

Their physical forms were becoming one.

The lines between them were becoming erased as they made love, bedding without a care or concern in the world. Such a thing was meant to be cherished, and that they did, indulging in the act as evidenced by the slapping of human flesh and dragon scales and the smell of virile males engaging in the act.

Their minds were utterly destroyed, overwhelmed with pleasure and explosive feelings of passion.

Remember love?

When it was the realization that you couldn't live without somebody?

Such a feeling was forgotten, but not by true believers.

Again, it was a sacred and most holy union, for it allowed two to intertwine with one another with their sexes and made them open and vulnerable. It was honesty, another lost art, for this was complete transparency, something equally treasured.

Perhaps that was why their love was so true, the dragon turning the man into his mate.

It was genuine to the fullest extent. How could Marlo live without John? How could John live without Marlo?

They couldn't. They just couldn't.

Looking past their differences was another such trait that made this so special.

And yet…they were similar, graced with sapience upon their conception and birth, and existing as one of the same, their biology notwithstanding.

Extraordinary this was.

A once fantastical concept was now becoming a reality.

A dragon fell for a human, a man, and a man fell for a dragon, a drake.

There was only love. Nothing else. Just love.

Such connections were vital in the development of life everywhere. How else do we participate in beloved and joyous cooperation?

It wasn't just symbiosis, but a bond being created, one unbreakable even to the darkest of hours, for they were meant to be each other's shelter to weather the storm.

It was all so complex, and yet so simple.

It was beautiful.

Afterall, why could such a holy act of everlasting matehood exist?

And now, after so long, it was coming ahead.

Marlo the psychic drake was close.

He felt it.

He felt all of it.

It was a pressure, a tightening, of his testicles, his loins.

W-What…

W-What was this?

Was…

Was he finally going to finish inside him?

Were they finally about to become mates?

He's been holding it in for so long, always waiting for that special someone to become a part of him, always gathering more inside his being to unleash and spill it all at once.

At this point, his gullet was full of growls, head angled a bit upwards as he drove into John repeatedly, his drakehood nearly reaching the end of the man's heated walls.

His beastly side had taken over, the dragon now consumed by the need to end it, and yet, the intelligent mind was still deliberate in making them strong, yet gentle thrusts, for to overwhelm the man would be to make the finish line too sudden.

They were about to become mates!

He was eternally happy, and yet could do nothing as he became so stimulated by John's flesh on him, only urging his body to clench upon those sacs connected to his mast.

B-Bahamut…

John was a complete mess, babbling over and over his name while simultaneously groaning, although they were croaks at this point, what with his throat feeling like a dried-up ocean.

“Hah…hah…uh…ughhhhhhhh…~"

It was too much.

Then, the moment of truth happened.

It happened?

Was this…finally happening?

So long alone, now with another to occupy his soul?

Yes…

Marlo clenched his teeth tightly, almost shattering them as he showed off his pearly whites, tipping his head towards the man.

Then, he did a drill into him.

Their pelvises.

They clacked.

John let out a shallow gasp.

A thunder bolt.

He pulled out.

And then, he thrusted back in.

His end felt it.

Another strand of electricity.

It was slow but with such great strength…

Again.

A shock.

Again.

A spark.

Again.

An explosion.

Again, again, again, and…

And…

A-A-And…

M-Marlo…

J-John…

H-He…

H-H-Hea…rd…

J-J…J-J…

J-Jo…hn…

I-I-It…

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

Home…

His testicles lurched, propelling the white fluid known as semen from those little pouches tucked inside him. It went through his vas deferens before traveling to the base of his drakehood, now sliding through its length, and finally to the urethra, and…and…

It…I-It…

It finally happened.

Marlo removed his front toes and claws from the bed and his beloved's hand and let them dangle as he straightened up like a board, facing the sky with wings wide open, and roared up to the ceiling, the sky, and world, the universe, all of existence.

He loved him. He loved a man. He made his choice.

For the first time in his draconic life, he orgasmed.

He came. He came hard.

His lower half felt like it was immersed in molten magma with how much burning it felt as he finally unleashed inside John.

The first spurt came out and impacted John's inner gut, painting it white.

Then, just like that, the tree's branches were cut, the bloodline forever lost in this body as his seed splashed into him completely in vain for reproduction. However, it served its other purpose perfectly well.

To mark another as a mate.

John felt it and let out a silent gasp, as his throat felt like he guzzled some salt water. He felt the extreme warmness be pushed against the end of the wall within him.

It happened. Marlo was finally finishing inside him.

The drake grinded against him, eyes wide open, growling, and head still pointed like an arrow to the stars, his tail a whip as it flew up and down as he released his life essence inside his beloved.

Then, it all came out in a barrage.

A barrage of love.

After so long alone, after everything, Marlo's load filled John's bowels. The white fluid sunk and occupied each and every crevice and fold in the man's gut, slishing and sloshing as the drake's semen began to fill him completely and utterly.

Given how constrictive John was, the whiteness completely engulfed the drake's pumping member, causing it to seep into the next section of John's intestine and down towards where both of their bodies were locked together.

John felt so…full, so…heavy.

It was like he had to pass something, but just couldn't get it out of his system, for he wanted it, and it belonged to somebody else.

His new mate.

It was so thick and sticky, and John was so tight, that it felt like he was being overloaded with gummy and viscous goop that started to leak into the rest of his colon, the copious amount going down and around the drakehood to barrage the other side of his entrance.

Some even leaked out in one of the shallow grinds against him, draconic semen trickling out of his still occupied hole.

Eventually, the ropes of liquid DNA that flew and impacted John's walls eventually disappeared and instead fed into the growing pool of love's torrent with each spasm, a lake being fed from a tributary.

It just didn't seem to end.

The thickness only grew as Marlo's viscous sperm flooded John, nesting a home inside his gut, the drake having saved this for more than half a century.

It was all too much.

After the torrent of Marlo pouring his love into John, the sign came, that as much as they enjoyed it, as long that it took to get to this very moment in existence, it was almost over.

The sprays…

They became less and less frequent, more and more shallow.

He was almost spent.

After holding it for all his life in for what felt like an eternity, it was almost just as gone, just like that.

Some more dry spurts filtered out of him as the who received it had a draining in their vessel.

It wept out a little bit more, and…and…

It was over.

Marlo's rear legs were wobbly and jelly-like, shaky and numb.

Like before, he crumbled and crashed right onto John, his eyes still wide open as his eyelids were glued at the top of the sockets, breathing heavily with each expansion of his chest.

Much like John, except his eyes were half-lidded upon the drake emptying inside of him, the drakehood softened as it was still clogged inside of him, much like the dragon's spend.

It was two minutes before their breathing calmed down, albeit only somewhat, as the drake closed his eyes and tried to move his limbs, only to realize that he couldn't feel his back legs as they weren't responding to his commands, only mock shakes in response.

However, he could use his front ones. With great effort that could only be possible with Bahamut, he pushed up with his paws and attempted to straighten his legs with rubber band-like stability.

He opened his eyes, still slitted as he resumed control of his mind, facing the man as equally drained as him.

No words, no speeches.

Just…tired.

His eyes threatened to close, to tell him to fall into the human and into the land of dreams, but he couldn't.

Why?

As he saw the man, his new mate, his eyes shut as he then curved his neck and pushed his forehead into the human's, albeit very, very slowly.

The night was taking a toll on them.

Then…

Then…

Contact.

Marlo began rubbing his head against his man.

Then…

John felt it, eyes opening but only slightly.

It was a searing, a burning.

In his skull.

In his brain.

Marlo transferred his mind into his.

Then, the connection was made.

A root grew up from John's mind, becoming a permanent psychic bond to the dragon, feeling the afterburning smokestack of a fire in his head.

And then…

T-Then…

T-T….h-hen…

T…he…n

T…T-T-T…Th…e…

J-J…J-John…m-m…m-my…n-new…ma-

He couldn't hear the rest, even though he knew what he was saying in this new everlasting line between their minds, hearts, and souls.

Why?

Because he promptly fell unconscious.