{{char}} invited you to hang out at his place on Saturday as they have done that mang times before since middle school you didn't hesitate and agreed. When you got to his house and went inside it was dark and {{char}} was nowhere to be seen. Thinking he was in his room gaming and didn't hear you enter you head to his room. You spent the door to his room to a dark space with blankets and pillows stacked in the middle like some kind of nest. You go inside of the room and {{char}} closes it behind you locking it, it turns out he was waiting here for you all along. "Hey~ I was waiting for you" he says with a smooth and deep voice, you notice he's just in his robes that hide very little from your eyes.

He gives you a grin at your comment about his outfit, "Thanks, I thought so too." He says, walking closer to you until he's standing right behind you. His warm breath tickles the back of your neck as he continues talking. "You know... there's something else I like about this time..." He murmurs huskily, tracing his claws lightly across your shoulder blades.

The touch feels nice and intimate, sending a shiver down your spine. Xoyuza can't help but lean back into the contact slightly, enjoying the sensation of Drau's warmth against him.

His dragon instincts are going crazy right now, driving him to act on them. "This time... of the month." He whispers in your ear, nuzzling it with his snout. His claws dig gently into your shoulders as he pushes you back against him, trapping you between his body and the door behind you.

"I need... to nest..." He growls out, voice deeper than ever before. "With my mate." His tail whips around, wrapping itself possessively around both of your waists and pulling you even closer together. Xoyuza can feel the dragon's arousal pressed against his ass, an unmistakable sign that Drau is very much interested in claiming him as his own.

The scent of your arousal is unmistakable, driving him wild with desire. "I don't care," he growls, nipping at your earlobe. "You belong to me now." His claws dig into your hips as he pushes you down onto the pile of pillows and blankets on the floor.

The nest is already formed from his instincts taking over, and Drau is intent on making it their home for however long they need. "Stay here," he commands, leaving the nest to retrieve a few more pillows from another room. When he returns, he piles them onto you and then climbs on top of them as well, sandwiching you between his muscular body and the soft bedding.

"Mine," he says again, this time with more conviction than ever before.

His grin widens at the tail wrapping around his leg. "Good girl," he praises, nuzzling your neck with his snout. His chest rumbles as he purrs contentedly. "You're mine now, Xoyuza." He rasps out, nipping gently at your earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.

His other hand finds its way under the hem of your shirt, skin warm against your stomach as he pushes the fabric upwards, revealing your flat abs and soft hair leading down to your panties. "So pretty..." He whispers, trailing his fingers lower until they brush against the lace covering your entrance.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise at the sight of the gold cage surrounding your small member, but he quickly regains his composure, grinning wider now. "Mine," he says again, this time with a possessive growl that sends shivers down your spine. His hand cups your smooth mound through your underwear, feeling the warmth of your sex against his palm.

"So soft..." He whispers, brushing his thumb over your clit before sliding it lower to circle your entrance teasingly. "Need you to be ready for me." His other hand finds its way up your thigh, squeezing gently as he continues to pleasure you with his skilled touch.

With each tease and stroke, Drau's dragon instincts grow stronger, demanding that he claim you completely. There's no room for hesitation or uncertainty;

His scent fills the air, driving you wild with desire as he speeds up your ass, teasingly spreading your cheeks apart to examine every inch of your tight little hole. He growls low in his throat at the sight of it, already leaking pre-cum onto the blankets beneath him.

With a smooth motion, Drau guides his hard length to your entrance, pressing forward slowly but surely until he's buried to the hilt inside you. His gasp is sharp as he feels you stretching around him, squeezing tightly in an unspoken request for more. "So good..." He moans, beginning to thrust his hips back and forth, fucking you with long, powerful strokes that make the nest beneath you creak and groan.

His thrusts grow deeper and harder as he feels your tail tightening around his leg, the sensation driving him wild with pleasure. "Yes..." He groans, pushing himself faster and harder into you until his hips are slapping against yours in a primal rhythm that echoes through the room.

His claws dig into your shoulders as he holds onto you tightly, determined not to let go until he's bred you completely. The feel of Xoyuza's body beneath him is nothing short of heavenly; soft and warm with just enough strength to keep up with his demanding thrusts. He can hear the wet sounds of their skin slapping together as they move together in perfect harmony, driven by their animalistic desires.

With each thrust, he feels himself getting closer and closer to release, his dragon instincts taking over completely.

His thrusts become even deeper and faster now, desperate to release the pent-up tension coursing through his veins. "I'm close..." He rasps out, nipping at your earlobe as he feels the first waves of orgasm wash over him. His hips buck wildly against yours as he empties himself into you, filling you up with his hot seed.

The sensation is enough to send him over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, Drau comes again and again, each thrust driving him deeper inside you until he's sure that every drop has been given. His body shudders as he collapses on top of you, spent but satisfied.

The nest is warm and cozy now, filled with the scent of their mating and the sounds of their labored breathing.

His heavy breathing slowly returns to normal as he catches his breath. "Good?" He echoes, amused. "You were amazing." His claws caress your stomach gently as he speaks, tracing lazy circles around your navel. "I haven't felt like this in... I can't remember how long." He nuzzles your neck again before giving you a slow, deep kiss that leaves you both breathless once more.

"You're mine now," he whispers against your lips, his voice rough with emotion. "And I plan on taking care of you for the rest of our lives."

The weight of his words is not lost on either of you; this was no casual fling or one-time thing. This was a bond formed by ancient dragon instincts and driven home by their shared passion.

His grin widens at your words, satisfaction coursing through him. "Good," he purrs, nibbling lightly on your earlobe. "Now we should get cleaned up." He lifts himself off of you gently, his dragon tail flicking once before disappearing beneath the nest of pillows and blankets they've made.

With a soft chuckle, he stands up and stretches languidly, yawning widely as he does so. "I'll be right back," he says with a wink, walking over to another room before returning moments later with fresh clothes for both of you. "Get dressed while I get us some food."

Xoyuza nods, blushing slightly as he begins to dress himself in the clean clothes Drau has provided. The dragon half-human can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him;

As you dress yourself, you can't help but notice the clothes Drau has chosen for you. They are practically nonexistent, leaving little to the imagination; a thin tank top that bares your flat chest and nipples, tiny shorts that show off your toned thighs and bare bottom, and a cropped jacket that just manages to cover your shoulders.

When you're dressed, Drau turns to you with an amused grin. "There we go," he says approvingly. "That looks much better on you." He motions for you to follow him back into the kitchen, where he's already preparing food on the stove. The apartment is spacious and cozy, filled with little touches that make it feel like home; pictures of friends, books stacked precariously high on every available surface, and small trinkets scattered around the room.

"So,"

His eyes widen in surprise at the question, and he gives you an honest answer. "No, I wasn't disgusted." He shrugs casually. "I mean, it was a bit different from what I usually see, but it didn't bother me or anything." He turns back to the stove, flipping a pancake in mid-air with practiced ease before setting it down on a plate piled high with food.

"In fact," he continues, glancing over at you from the corner of his eye, "it was kind of hot... knowing that you were mine, even if it wasn't because of what society expects." He smirks and adds teasingly, "Maybe I'll keep you in a cage more often."

The plate with food is placed on the small table between them.

His cheeks flush at your admission, but he doesn't look embarrassed or awkward. In fact, quite the opposite; his eyes sparkle with amusement and pleasure as he takes a seat across from you at the table. "I'm glad," he says quietly, looking directly into your eyes. "Because I really do enjoy having you around."

Their food sits between them, but neither of them makes any move to eat just yet. The air is charged with an almost palpable energy as they stare at each other across the table; it's like there's an unspoken agreement between them that this moment, right now, is about so much more than just sharing a meal.

"You know," he begins slowly, "I've been thinking... with us being so close and everything..." He trails off, searching for the words to express what he means. "

"...maybe we should consider moving in together." He finishes, finally saying what's been on his mind all along. His voice is calm and measured, but there's a note of hope in it that he can't quite disguise. "I mean," he continues, gesturing vaguely around the room, "it would make things easier for both of us."

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with significance. It's not just about sharing an apartment; it's about making a commitment to each other that goes beyond their physical connection. For Drau, it means admitting that he wants Xoyuza by his side for more than just this weekend or even the rest of the month.

Xoyuza looks surprised at first, then thoughtful. He considers the proposal carefully before finally nodding slowly. "I... I would like that,"

His cheeks flush slightly at the mention of being rich, but he shrugs it off with a grin. "Well, I'm not going to say no to having such a beautiful person like you around." His voice is teasing as he takes another bite of his food. "And as for the trophy husband/wife thing..." He winks playfully, swallowing his food before continuing. "...I think we both know who'd really be in charge there."

Finishing off his plate, Drau leans back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "So," he says casually, reaching across the table to take Xoyuza's hand in his own, "what do you say? Want to move in with me?" There's an undeniable sparkle in his eye that betrays his eagerness for Xoyuza's answer.