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“Mng, you always give the best massages Qudenos,” Kith’Rak Voss groaned out. The old githyanki was face down on a bed of pillows as a large red dragonborn was massaging his shoulders. The search for the Astral Prism had been tiring for the old warrior and the mettling adventurers have not been helping.

Especially now with that damn demon refusing to make a deal that would save his people from tyranny, the old warrior was exhausted beyond belief. Luckily he had his number one trusted ally at his side, his red dragon Qudenos. And the dragon excelled at helping the poor warrior relieve his stress after a long day of work.

“Of course, you make me do them all the damn time,” Qudenos replied, annoyance tinged in his voice. He dug a thumb into a tight knot on the githyanki’s back and the warrior let out a low groan as the pain turned to pleasure.

“Ahh, right there,” Voss groaned. The dragon slowly started to knead down to his lower waist, releasing the tension that had built up over the past couple weeks. With each knot the warrior released low groans as he felt his tension fade away with the practiced rough hands of the dragon.

“Lower?” Qudenos asked as he reached Voss’s lower back.

“Mng, just for today,” Voss replied. 

“As you wish,” the dragon said. He kneaded down taking careful consideration of his lower half making sure all of it was loosened. He grabbed some spare oil from a glass bottle and rubbed it into the old weathered skin making sure not to rub too deep on the faded scars.

But this particular oil was a gift from the dryad at the Sharess’s Caress who felt sorry for the poor githyanki’s blight. The heat quickly spread from where the oil was rubbed in and settled down on Voss’s lower half. From where Qudenos touched with his hands, he too found his pants becoming unnaturally tight.

“Shit, what in the hells is this oil?” Qudenos cursed as he looked at the bottle.

“T’chaki, what did you rub on me?” Voss said as he found his body start to bubble up with a lustful heat.

“You said it was normal oil,” the dragon replied. 

“That damn ska’keth. I shouldn’t have trusted anyone at that damn whore house,” Voss cursed. 

“Well what do you want to do my lord? We could do it like the olden days,” Qudenos said, letting out a small chuckle.

“Anything to get rid of this unbearable heat,” Voss replied, his sanity quickly fading. 

“As you wish,” the dragon replied, rubbing a hand down the githyanki’s ass. His clawed finger quickly found his tight hole and with the help of the oil already coating his hands, he quickly slipped inside. 

“Mmm, yes, just like that Qudenos,” Voss moaned, burying his face into the pillow in front of him. The dragon eased another finger inside feeling the old warrior’s hips starting to rise up to meet him. As entered with a third the poor githyanki was quickly brought to orgasm as the oil started to seep in from the inside as well.

“Ah fuck, don’t stop,” Voss groaned falling quick prey to the dryad’s oil. 

“Yes yes, do not worry,” Qudeons replied making sure that the old warrior’s hole was ready.

“I haven’t done this in awhile, hopefully I still fit,” the dragon said as he removed his own pants revealing a pair of giant ridged red cocks that trembled in the cold air. He dripped some more oil on his cocks, lubing them up for easy insertion not realzing what he had done. The heat quickly took hold but he luckily was able to withstand it however Voss’s insides could not.

As he inserted one of his cocks inside Voss’s body quickly absorbed the oil, lighting his body on fire with lust. 

“Ah fuuuck,” Voss groaned as the dragon delved deep inside. His mind quickly turned to white as the dryad’s oil ravaged his body and all he could think of was reliving the heat in any way possible. He rolled his body upward trying to help the dragon scrape out his insides with his giant ribbed cock.

“This oil works quick, I think I can already fit both inside,” Qudeons smirked. He eased his other cock down against Voss’s wide hole and thrusted back inside, nearly breaking the poor warrior. But Voss was too far gone to even feel the pain as the large rods tore him apart. Rather, he wanted more, more deeper inside.

Qudenos thrusted quickly, starting to lose himself more to pleasure and heat, he could feel Voss’s want and he was more than happy to oblige. The dragon gripped the githyanki’s hips and pulled him up to meet him, revealing the sticky mess that the old warrior had created beneath him.

Voss gripped tightly to the pillow, trying his best to hold back his moans but as his body grew weary from the constant battering the pillow slipped out of his weak hands. His moans were low and haggard but sweet to the dragon’s ears. He wanted to hear more, wanted to feel more of his master.

He leaned down, his claw landing near Voss’s head and his other claw gripping the warrior’s back as his body returned to its original form. Red scaled muscles rippled out as his limbs grew and his shoulders split as giant red wings unfurled from his back. His neck elongated as his head grew to nearly as big as the githyanki below him. His tail whipped against the ground creating a large gash in the earth and his feet dug deep into the dirt to keep himself steady,

His cocks grew even larger, slipping out of the warrior’s hole and being nearly as large as Voss himself. The dragon leaned down, his breath billowing out against Voss’s weary face.

Here I come, Qudeons said into Voss’s mind as he re-entered with only one of his giant cocks. Voss could barely take half of it but it was enough to satisfy the burning lust that ached from within. The warrior quickly succumbed to his dragon, letting his body be a mere hole to be used. 

For what seemed like a lifetime of thrusting, Qudeons finally grew close to orgasm. He pulled out and rubbed his cocks against Voss’s exhausted body and covered him with a large load of white hot cum. His whole body was soaked in it and it would take weeks for the smell to finally leave his skin.

Qudeons, regaining his sanity, changed back and flipped his poor master over.

“Ah, are you alright Kith’Rak?” he asked.

“Haaa fuck, does it look like I am alright?” Voss replied, smacking a weak hand against the dragon’s chest. 

“So another round?” Qudeons asked jokingly expecting another weak punch headed his way.

“Haa, t’chaki, one more, but be more gentle this time you bastard,” Voss relented, still feeling the heat settling in his stomach.

“Of course my master, I will treat you with the utmost care,” Quedons replied, easing his cocks back into Voss’s loose asshole. Unfortunately for Voss they went for three more rounds with his only saving grace that the dragon remained in his humanoid form. This however did not stop the old man from not being able to walk straight for weeks.