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After his meal of charred deer, Castiel was visibly more lucid. He regarded Dean with his large head lifted and his whole body more upright, rather than flopped on its side the way he had been. Dean pretended not to notice Castiel was watching him as he finished his rabbit and cleaned up, but he was careful to not make any sudden movements. Despite the dragon's assurances that he did not enjoy killing or the taste of human meat, that didn't mean that he wasn't a very real danger.
If Dean had a stonier heart or stronger stomach, he might have let the dragon waste away. Then he could have crept back down to the village, collected Sam, and they could head far away from Little Weavely with its corrupt mayor and petty villagers. But alas, he couldn't handle watching a once proud creature slowly starve to death or succumb to festering wounds. Especially since this dragon had ridden them of the monster that had been Lucifer. The disgusting creature had been sitting atop a hoard of dead bodies when Dean and Sam had first found his lair, letting them rot and fill the cavern with the worst stench they'd ever encountered.
"So tell me," Castiel's voice made Dean jump in spite of himself, "What made villagers choose you to be mated to a dragon?"
"Uh, well," Dean settled himself into a kind of lounging position he hoped looked casual and unafraid, "to be honest, I volunteered."
The dragon was visibly surprised. He narrowed his eyes, tilted his head to the side like a puppy and sat up a little straighter.
"Look, see," Dean sighed, deciding impulsively to be honest and hoping beyond hope it wouldn't mean his demise, "the village originally wanted to send my little brother. I couldn't let that happen, so I volunteered instead. Good ol' Mayor Zachariah didn't like that much, but I guess he figured that a sacrifice they didn't have to chain up was worth not getting rid of my brother."
"Why did the village want to 'get rid of' your brother?"
"'Cause he can do magic." Dean admitted glumly. It felt weird to say it so bluntly after having to deny it to everyone he'd ever met for so long, but it wasn't like a dragon would judge him.
"Ah," Castiel nodded, settling a bit from his stiff posture, "dispose of one danger by setting a larger danger upon it."
"Yup." Dean let the 'p' pop for emphasis.
"And they didn't mind losing you? Or can you do magic as well?"
"Oh, nah, I'm not smart enough for that wizard stuff," Dean chuckled wryly, "I'm just the village slut. But is it my fault the ladies prefer me to the strict and stuffy fellas who won't even give 'em a kiss before they're engaged? But'll visit a brothel without a stick of guilt? Women have needs too, you know! And I was happy to oblige."
Castiel nodded again, but stayed quiet. His intense gaze made Dean feel antsy, so he continued.
"Zachariah certainly thought it was funny. Guy known for deflowering getting deflowered by a dragon! Although, he used some different words for it, if you know what I mean. And I very rarely deflowered, for the record. That's for the fresh love of teenagers who think they'll get married someday. Me and my gals always knew it was just for fun."
"You've never had a romantic entanglement?"
"Oh, I mean sure I have! But not for a little while now." Dean cast his thoughts briefly to long black hair and a playful smile, "My brother and I travel around a lot nowadays. You gotta stay in one spot for longer than a week to court somebody." Not that Sam didn't try.
Once again, the dragon tilted his head in confusion or perhaps curiosity.
"You travel so frequently? Are you merchants?"
"Oh, no we're uh…monster hunters" Dean tried to drown the last words in his cup as he took a drink.
Castiel sat up so suddenly that Dean spilt water on his shirt and instinctively raised his arms in what would be a fruitless attempt to protect himself.
"So you were the ones who injured my brother Lucifer!" Castiel exclaimed.
Dean peaked around his arms to find that the dragon was not moving to attack him and in fact didn't look angry. Quite the contrary, his voice almost sounded pleased.
"Uh, yeah." Dean swallowed thickly, "We heard there was a dragon who was picking off villagers at a pretty fast rate. Seemed our speed."
"Then I owe you my life twice ," Castiel rustled his leathery wings with a wince of pain as one of the rips in them flapped, "Once today for not letting me starve and once before for maiming a dragon who could have easily killed me at his full strength. I never could have defeated him if he'd had all his claws and full use of his wings."
"I mean, to be honest that's the best way to kill a dragon." Dean admitted, wiping up his front distractedly, "Nobility always want you to wear full armor and have banners waving but all that does is cook you like a stew in a pot. You want to get rid of a dragon, you let all the other dragons in the area know that they're grounded. Eventually one'll come along and do the job for you."
"Very wise."
"Not that his hoard was really worth the fight though, huh?"
Dean immediately regretted the statement as a low snarl came from the dragon. Castiel's upper lip raised in an unmistakable sneer as he spat out the next words he spoke.
"His hoard was why he deserved to die."
"No arguments here, buddy."
"I believe you were a good choice for a mate." Castiel said with a kind of finality, "However backwards the decision making process might have been."
"Oh, uh…thanks." Dean winced and tried to look like he was flattered and not scared shitless, "But don't feel obligated to uh…" he cleared his throat "...you're injured. Let's get you healthy, huh?"
A long silence followed, wherein Dean collected the now empty bowl of water he'd set alongside the meat next to the dragon and then returned to his campfire (purposefully just outside Castiel's reach) and raked the flames until it was only embers. The two torches he'd fashioned out of a branches and tree sap on either side of the entrance provided just enough light for him to carefully clean and arrange his meager supplies. Dean treated everything he owned with care and respect, but with his only possessions now consisting of a bowl, a cup, and a knife, it felt even more crucial to do so. There was no guarantee that Sam would be able to sneak up from the village at all, let alone acquire supplies from the local tradesmen if they knew where he was bringing them. Then the dragon's lair was a good five hour's hike through thick woods, uphill, and that's if you didn't stop to rest. Sam would need to have supplies to bring him supplies, and depending how long it would take to gather enough in such a hostile village it could be days before he got there.
"I believe I now have the energy to give you the services a good mate may provide." Castiel's gravely voice came so suddenly in the silence of the cavern that Dean nearly tossed his cup into the fire pit.
"A-are you sure? I wouldn't want to exhaust you." Dean let out an awkward chuckle and looked everywhere but at the dragon.
"and I wouldn't want to exhaust you so much that you could not go hunting for us both tomorrow." Castiel said soothingly, "I promise I will make our shared pleasure gentle and gratifying"
Dean swallowed audibly.
"Come." Castiel patted the ground next to his belly, and if Dean didn't know better he'd say the dragon had a shy smile.
"The ground is cold…" Dean winced as he stepped closer.
"I'm sorry I don't have a proper hoard to take you upon." Castiel sighed, sounding embarrassed and a bit sad, "Your clothing will have to do for now."
Dean reminded himself that he was braver than the butterflies in his stomach, and pulled his shirt off over his head. He undressed slowly under Castiel's watchful gaze, placing each item down next to the dragon. It wasn't a striptease exactly, but Castiel seemed to take it as a flirtation; eyes getting wider, turning away before glancing back like he couldn't help himself. It made Dean smirk despite his nerves. He knew he was good looking but it was always nice to see it play out on someone's face first hand. Even a face covered in a black scales and sharp horns. Once fully naked, Dean laid down on the thin mat he'd made of his clothes and looked up in awe at the enormous creature above him.
Castiel wasn't as big as a house (just), but was much larger than a horse and hung quite impressively larger than one as well. His cock, which had been hidden inside his belly before, now stuck out proudly. It was easily twice the length of Dean's and thick as both his fists together. It was big enough to be scary, but not so large that it would kill him just from fucking alone. That is, if Castiel was as gentle as he promised.
Even if the dragon was being truthful that he had no intention of harming Dean, it was easy to get caught up in a good fuck and lose control. Dean himself, being on the larger side, had to learn self control when it came to the women he'd been with. Some reveled in his size, demanding he fuck them hard and deep, but others had to be worked up slowly to that point or simply could not take the full length of him at all. He'd had to learn to feel out the situation and hold himself at the base so as not to go all the way in if the rhythm threatened to take him too far. There was no guarantee that Castiel would even be capable of such control.
But the dragon was still far from fully recovered and if it became too much, Dean was pretty sure he could manage to get away provided the large creature wasn't pinning him down. And if they only did it once, Castiel's previous kindness led Dean to believe he would be sympathetic enough to not repeat for at least the time it would take to heal. If Castiel became too demanding, if a rough painful fuck every night would be the norm, then it would be an easy thing to abandon him to his original fate of wasting away. He wasn't stupid enough to let himself die from this, because then they would only send Sam to be the next victim. He'd escape, grab Sammy, and never ever tell him what had been done.
So steeling himself for the pain, Dean rolled over on his stomach and presented his ass in the air for the dragon.
To his surprise, he wasn't immediately mounted. Instead, Castiel scooted his large body behind Dean and seemed to gaze down at him. He shivered as one large clawed hand stroked down his body, ever so gently despite the dragon's immense strength.
"You are positively covered in freckles," Castiel said with delight in his voice, "How I wish I had the energy for the magic it would take to turn into my humanoid form so that I could kiss each one."
That shook Dean out of whatever dread and doom headspace he had been in and he turned his head to look at Castiel.
"You have a humanoid form?!"
"Oh yes, most dragons can do some sort of shapeshifting magic" Castiel lowered his head so that it was level with Dean's body, big blue eyes locked with his, "They are usually animals. But I, with my fascination and affection for humans, take to that form more easily than many of my kin."
"A dragon with an affection for humans, eh?" Dean only heard the flirty tone in his own voice after the words had left his mouth and cursed internally. Flirting with a dragon was literally a saying for something you shouldn't do . But it earned him a chuckle and Castiel's eyes seemed to twinkle.
"It's not all that rare. Where do you think Dragonborns come from, Dean?"
And then the jet black dragon closed his sparkling blue eyes and did the unthinkable: he licked Dean from his balls to the cleft of his ass in one swipe of his foot-long tongue. Dean dropped his head and rocked forward onto his forearms and let out a grunt of surprise. Surprise that it had happened at all, certainly, but also surprise at how nice it had felt.
The second swipe should not have been as much of a surprise, but Dean was still reeling from the realization that he might actually enjoy this too much to brace himself. The third time, Castiel actually gained some ground between his cheeks and Dean felt the hot wet tongue touch his hole for the first time.
"HOLY-woah!"
Castiel giggled. Honest to god, giggled, and Dean could feel the giggle in the hot puffs of air against his naked backside.
"Spread your legs a bit, Dean." Castiel requested, sounding all together too composed, "We need to get you quite wet and open for this to be possible."
Dean did as he was told even though shame was crawling into his belly and making a home there. Castiel was going to use his tongue to make Dean wet and open enough to take his giant dragon cock. He should not be getting hard from this, and yet he could already feel his dick getting heavy and his balls filling up. He grabbed his own elbows and hid his face against his arms as if it mattered that he was blushing while his ass was raised high in the dragon's face and his hole exposed to the air.
The next few licks were much the same as the first, balls to cleft, but each time laving over his hole far more effectively. Dean clenched his teeth to prevent any noise from escaping his mouth, but lost the battle entirely when on the next pass, Castiel lingered. As the dragon lapped at it, teased at poking inside without ever doing so, Dean let out a gasping keen that echoed in the cave in the most embarrassing way.
Castiel didn't giggle this time, he groaned, and finally, mercifully, pushed his tongue inside Dean in one strong movement. Dean was not aware of what sound he made, all he knew was that it felt good . Good enough that he had the fleeting thought of wondering if he could get his future lovers to do this to him on occasion.
What future lovers? a treacherous voice inside his head asked, I'm a dragon's mate now. And dragons do not just let the contents of their hoard go without a fight.
Despite being soft and wet, Castiel's tongue was still quite big. Long enough that Castiel's muzzle didn't need to be pressed hard against Dean's body to get inside and wide enough that Dean could feel the stretch. He panted and swayed while the dragon tongue fucked him, feeling nerve endings he hadn't even known he had spark up with pleasure. His cock was fully hard now, despite his continued fear and shame (or maybe because of it), and every time he rocked forward it bounced and slapped his belly.
"Touch yourself, Dean," Castiel said against his wet skin, "It's alright if you cum before me. It might even be easier for you to take me if you're relaxed from being spent."
"Fuck me," Dean muttered. He'd meant it as a simple exclamation, but Castiel clearly didn't take it that way.
"Not yet." he said sternly, "You're not ready yet."
"I didn't mean…I just…"
"Shhh" Castiel raised up a bit to stroke down Dean's side like he'd done before, "Patience, my beautiful mate. I'll give you what you came here for, but I don't wish to hurt you. Touch yourself for me, Dean. That's it…"
Dean took himself in hand before Castiel finished speaking, hissing from the sensation. The dragon leaned back down to his work, this time using his large hands to part his ass cheeks wider. He was careful, using the sides of his thumbs so his claws didn't even touch Dean's skin, but the sensation of those leathery pads sent a shiver of arousal and fear through the human like lightning. Castiel was dangerous . He could change his mind and rip Dean to shreds before he even knew what was happening. Dean swiped his thumb across the head of his cock and groaned. Castiel was choosing to be gentle and it felt so good.
The dragon's tongue was going deeper now, six inches of wet heat working in and out the way a human dick would. Dean was getting fucked and he was liking it . Touching himself was no longer intentional and he couldn't have stopped if he'd tried. He could no longer feel the cold hard stone floor against his knees and elbows or the developing bruises there. Dean was fully focused only on the pleasure that was consuming his body and the grunts and rumbles of approval coming from Castiel.
When the orgasm finally overtook him, he clamped down and felt that deep, strange pleasure amplify it to a place he'd never been before. He cried out, overwhelmed and nearly delirious, faint and foggy like he had a fever, as a second wave of pleasure swept through him even after his cum had splattered on the clothes beneath him. His thighs shook and could no longer hold his weight, but he couldn't catch himself. He slumped sideways, completely involuntarily, into the warm scaly side of Castiel.
Sometime during Dean's pleasure induced delirium, Castiel had moved from behind him, and was now cradling him against his body like a lover would despite the size difference. Castiel was twice Dean's height from neck to thigh, and Dean fit against his chest and stomach like a child's beloved doll. Castiel was murmuring something, and as Dean came back to himself he could finally make it out.
"So good. So perfect. My beautiful perfect mate."
Dean shivered all over. His ass felt empty in a way that caught him off guard more than the slimy wetness inside. He truly was wet and open the way Castiel had promised, which meant…
Castiel was adjusting himself, moving his body and Dean's so that they could stay spooning like this while getting the proper angle. One large scaly arm hooked under Dean's leg to lift it and spread him wide, while the other steadied him around his waist. None of Castiel's claws harmed him in any way, but he could feel them now, pressed against his skin like sharp stones. Not like a threat, but still full of that ever present danger.
Dean whimpered. His body was limp and he could not find the strength to help or resist the way Castiel was arranging him. He couldn't have gotten away now even if he wanted to. Did he want to? He couldn't remember.
The dragon's cock was between his legs now, rubbing against his thighs. The blunt tip nudged against his bottom, missing his hole by several inches, but just nudging; searching. Dean whimpered again when he felt it knock against his spent balls and then travel slowly up till it found its goal.
It was so much bigger than the tongue.
But Castiel had been right, wet and open, with the added benefit of being passive and relaxed from cumming, it went in. Not much, at first, barely an inch in fact, but there was no excruciating pain or internal injury. Castiel let out a little groan of pleasure, adjusted himself again, and then gave a little tug on one of Dean's legs. And just like that, the whole head of Castiel's cock was inside him. Dean could feel the tight ring of muscle catch, the burning stretch of the size of it, but more than that he felt sensation .
"AAAAH!" Dean screamed like a man. This wasn't a yelp or a cute squeak, he yelled.
"Dean?!" Castiel was holding absolutely still and there was panic in his voice, "Did I hurt you? I can't smell any blood. Are you hurt?"
"It's so much!" Dean blurted out, his own thoughts not making any sense to him at this moment, "It's so big! It's so much! There's so much! Oh my god it's so much! Ah! Ah!"
"Are you in pain?!"
"I don't know!"
"You don't know?!"
"I don't know! It's so much! It's all over! Oh god, I feel it everywhere!"
Castiel moved like he was going to pull out and Dean squealed from the sensation of the cock rotating just a bit inside him. Castiel froze again, and if Dean had had the presence of mind to look, he would have seen the dragon's eyes wide with fear and confusion.
"Oh god, I'm tingling all over! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
"That doesn't sound…" Castiel hesitated, "...like pain…"
Castiel cautiously, experimentally, gave the tiniest thrust and Dean let out another scream, but this time it was higher pitched, more like the scream of a lover than a pained bellow.
"It's too much! It's so much! I've never felt-! I don't know! Holy shit!"
"Oh my love. My beautiful mate." Castiel sighed partially from relief and partially from being able to enjoy the sensation of being inside Dean now that the panic had left him, "Am I giving you more pleasure than you've ever felt before?"
It wasn't smug. If it had sounded the least bit smug, it would have snapped Dean awake enough to insist this end now, whatever the consequences. Instead, it was loving, reverent, and the truth of it rang through Dean like a bell. This sensation was in fact pleasure. It had to be, because he could feel pain right now too and this felt different. Not a lot of pain; mostly the burn of the stretch and the sore spots on his body. But this felt nothing like that. It felt like there was an orgasm happening in parts of his body it had no business being in. On his scalp and between his toes, on the backs of his eyeballs and backs of his knees. It was overwhelming and frightening and too much all at once, but it was in fact pleasure.
"I don't know if I can do this. It's too much!"
"Too much pleasure?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, Dean," Castiel inched his cock a little deeper, slowly, gently, "You're so tight and smooth as silk inside. I've never felt such pleasure either."
Apparently, Castiel was interpreting his sensory overload as lover's chatter and wanted to give as good as he was getting.
"Your insides are silk and your skin is flecked with gold, what need have I for more hoard than this?"
Dean felt caught off guard by the romantic overture. If he wasn't already flushed red, it would have brought a blush to his cheeks. Castiel continued to whisper sweet things and rock gently in and out, still not going deeper than his tongue had been.
Dean felt his dick twitch and his hole spasm. Had he come again? He didn't think so, but nothing felt normal at that moment so it was hard to tell. Castiel groaned, as if the clench of Dean's ass had done something delicious to his enormous cock and Dean clenched up again just to see what would happen. What he wasn't expecting was the sudden pleasure that wracked through him . That strange and new pleasure sparking up from inside and ricocheting around his body. It made his whole body convulse, causing the sensation to happen again and again.
"I need…I need…" Castiel muttered as he adjusted them both, rolling so that Dean was on all fours again and the dragon was above him. He tried to thrust, but it just moved Dean forward without getting his cock any deeper.
"Please be careful," Dean whimpered, the fear returning now that he was being mounted properly, "Please just don't go too deep. Not the whole thing! I can't take the whole thing!"
"Only half way, I promise, only half way." Castiel grabbed Dean's ankles and tugged, pulling Dean down onto his cock another few inches all at once. Then, moving his large clawed hands to Dean's hips to keep him in place, slowly extracted himself nearly all the way before shoving back in just as deep.
Dean knew he was making noises, but had no conscious control over what was coming out of his mouth. Sometimes they were breathy, sometimes they were shouts, sometimes high keening whines. The dragon still wasn't going very fast, but every in-stroke was deeper than the one before.
"You said only half way!" Dean gasped, accusatory.
"I'm not even half way in yet, Dean."
"What?!" Dean didn't look over his shoulder so much as look straight up to shoot Castiel a disbelieving look.
"I can show you." Castiel began to pull out all the way, but the emptiness he left behind made Dean feel cold despite how much he was sweating.
"No, no wait! Don't stop! It's okay, you don't have to stop!"
"It's alright Dean," Castiel shushed and cooed as he pulled out entirely and rolled Dean over onto his back.
Dean felt so empty it was surreal. He tried to clench, but instead of the rush of pleasure from earlier it made the emptiness all the more apparent. He realized with a mix of shame and loss that the dragon's cock had opened him up so wide he couldn't clench himself closed.
"Watch." Castiel demanded as he lined himself back up with Dean's loose and tender hole.
Dean propped himself up on his elbows and did as he was told. With one clawed hand on Dean's hip to keep him in place, and the other at the clear half-way point on his cock, Castiel slowly fed himself back into Dean. Just the tip going back inside made Dean gasp and throw his head back, but Castiel demanded he look with another, even louder and firmer "Watch!" and Dean did. He watched as Castiel penetrated him and felt the point where it went as deep as it had before, the rim of his hole not yet touching where Castiel held himself.
"It feels bigger than it looks" Dean said petulantly, "I don't know if I can take any more…"
Castiel made a frustrated noise and Dean was once again overcome by the fear that the dragon would simply take. Despite his earlier thoughts, he didn't think he could get away anymore. Castiel might not be at his full strength, but he was still three times Dean's size and clearly capable of maneuvering Dean against his will.
But Castiel surprised him again by reaching out and brushing the sweat soaked strands of Dean's hair out of his face. He rocked his hips gently without making any headway, just moving inside Dean gently instead of any real thrusts. As the tingles returned to Dean's body, Castiel stroked his enormous hands down Dean's sides and up and down his legs, still not going any deeper. One of his hands stroked down Dean's chest to his belly, and finally settled over the general area where Castiel's cock was inside him.
"My penis is long in my human form too," the dragon said seemingly apropos of nothing, "But not as long and only half as thick. Perhaps you were right and we should have waited."
"Ah, well, you know…" Dean tried for a cocky grin, "I understand why you didn't want to. Heh."
"Yes, I suppose you are well aware of what a temptation you can be." It was still hard to tell when the dragon was genuinely smiling, but the twinkle in Castiel's eyes seemed to be full of humor.
The playful tone was a good sign. It meant that Castiel wasn't angry or resentful. Dean wracked his brain for a solution to their current situation that would suit them both. Something that would satisfy Castiel's sexual appetite while not turning Dean into literal food. Luckily, as Castiel had implied, he had a lot of experience getting to know new lovers and keeping the mood and fun going until everyone was happy.
"Hey, you like the way I look, right?" Dean asked cheekily.
"Yes. Obviously."
"Well how do you think I would look covered in your cum?"
Dean had never seen a dragon go cross eyed before. He wasn't entirely sure if it was because he was trying to focus both eyes on Dean at once, or if it was really because the very thought of coming on Dean had knocked him a bit silly, but he couldn't suppress the giggle either way. And once his laughter started, he couldn't seem to get it to stop. It was rediculous. Here he was, half his body off the ground and in a dragon's lap, taking dramatically more cock than he ever had in his life, even for money, and it still wasn't the whole thing! The dragon in question looking so confused and aroused that he seemed almost lost, all the while keeping Dean steady as the human shuddered all over from sensation and laughter.
"Come on, what's my best angle?" Dean insisted through his giggles, "You want me on my hands and knees again?"
"I-wh- What are you suggesting?"
"It's not complicated, Cas." Dean began wriggling to get off Castiel's dick as slowly and comfortably as possible, "You jack it while I pose. The only questions are what parts of me will make you cum, and where you want that cum to land."
Castiel was, inexplicably, still frozen. Even as Dean managed to slip off his cock entirely, the dragon barely reacted. Rather predictably, Dean's hole felt sore and empty all at once, so he ventured a hand down to do a preliminary inspection. It was so sensitive he gasped immediately upon contact with the rim, but his hand came back without blood and that was a damn good sign.
" Dean ." Castiel gasped, and Dean looked up to see the dragon watching him touch himself with rapt attention.
"You like watching me play with myself, Cas." Dean asked, playing up the sexy voice as he reached back down, "Like watching me touch my stretched out hole ?"
Castiel let out an inhuman grumble that sounded a bit like distress, but his hand began to move on his cock so it was a good sign.
"Gods, you're so big. You opened me up so much. " Dean traced his fingers around the stretched out rim with one hand and began jacking his flaccid cock with the other, "Next time I'll be able to take a little more…"
"Next time?" Castiel's eyes flicked rapidly between where Dean was touching himself and his face.
"Yeah, baby, next time." Dean cooed, bringing up one leg (a bit clumsily, because he really wasn't that flexible) to give Castiel a better view, "It felt so good . I just need practice ."
" Practice " Castiel whispered reverently, eyes locked on Dean's hole once more.
"Hey, you wanna just put the head back in?" Dean wasn't sure where that came from, but his cock was getting hard again and it seemed like an excellent idea for some reason, "You might have to use your tongue on me a bit first tho…to get me wet again?" he added, hopefully.
Apparently, Castiel did not need to be asked twice. He simply leaned down and stuck his tongue directly into Dean's hole like it belonged there and began tongue fucking Dean again, but much faster and sloppier than before. It had Dean groaning and humping up into his face shamelessly in no time.
"Gimme the head again, I can take at least that much." Dean insisted, pushing at the dragon's nose without really registering how nonchalant he was being about it.
Castiel let out one of his happy, grumbly groans, and hooking a thumb under Dean's left knee to lift his leg out of the way, shoved the head of his cock back into Dean much more quickly than they'd managed before. Frankly, Dean was just glad he'd had the forethought to move his balls out of the way in time. But even that thought was thrown from his head, as he felt the girth inside his body once more. He was too sore, or maybe just too far from the post-orgasm haze of earlier, to feel the full body tingles, but there was still a zing of pleasure that accompanied the intrusion.
"Now take it out! Take it out!"
"Am I hurting you, I'm sor-"
"No, Cas, we're practicing, remember?" Dean soothed, "Look at how wide you stretched me! Gimme your tongue again, and then we'll try the head again…"
Dean saw the full scope of his plan dawn on Castiel as the dragon watched him once again explore the rim of his ass with his fingertips. Castiel brushed his hands out of the way, hooked his other thumb under Dean's right leg, and dived back in to giving him a sloppy tongue fucking. Dean was frankly having such a good time that he forgot the next step in this cycle, but Castiel did not. He pulled his tongue out and with an absolutely wrecked " Dean " shoved the head of his cock inside Dean once more. He pumped in and out a few times, just the head, but the effect was absolutely overwhelming. Dean thrashed and groaned and cried out as the tip of Castiel's dick shoved up against his new favorite nerve endings over and over again.
Dean was just about to complain that he was starting to feel a little dry, when he felt a slickness ooze out against his rim as Cas pushed in. When Castiel pulled out again, he looked down in time to see an absolutely massive amount of precum dribble from the tip like a leaky spigot. Castiel must have noticed it too, because he grabbed his cock by the base and started rubbing the head in circular motions around Dean's open and puffy hole, painting it with his precum.
"Do you need my tongue again?" Castiel asked, voice impossibly deeper than usual.
Dean, for his part, couldn't seem to speak at all. He felt hypnotized by the way Castiel's slick cockhead was rubbing around his sensative hole. He groaned, throwing his head back and giving himself a couple extra hard strokes as he mentally debated his next move.
"Fuck me," Dean said like he was giving up or maybe more accurately, giving in.
" Dean " Castiel groaned Dean's name in the voice that Dean was starting to think of as especially for him because of something he'd done really really well , and did exactly as instructed, fucking back into Dean with intent.
And Dean just took it. His knees were being pressed into his chest, and he was taking almost half a dragon's cock in no time. Castiel fucked in and out carefully, despite keeping a ruthless pace. It was much faster than before, but not harder and nowhere near painful. Dean's cock was now weeping precum as well, and he used what little brain power he could muster to stroke it in time with Castiel's thrusts.
Suddenly, Castiel roared so loudly that it filled the cavern and echoed off down passages that lead away from the chamber they were in. Dean braced himself for a belly full of cum, but instead Castiel pulled out and gave himself a final stroke before cuming all over Dean's ass and thighs. And "all over" meant "all over". The cum absolutely covered most of the lower half of his body. Dean felt a hot splash of it seep into his ass at the same time that he suddenly had an abundance of something slick to work his cock with, and then with a twist of the wrist he too was over the edge, cuming for the second (third?) time that day.
Castiel fell down next to him hard enough that a puff of dust came up around them.
After a few moments of bliss, Dean realized he had no idea how to rectify his particular predicament. His clothes had been scattered, some looked a bit torn, and regardless were now covered in a comical amount of cum. Not as much cum as Dean himself, tho. He was drenched in rapidly cooling dragon semen, threatening to congeal into something too gross to ignore in favor of the nap he really wanted to fall into. And his clothes were too soaked through to be of any use.
He needn't have worried. After a quick lick to his face which Dean interpreted as a kiss, Castiel put his tongue to use cleaning up after himself. He probably should have been used to it at this point, but there was still an instinctual fear inside him that made him flinch with the dragon's giant maw full of razor sharp teeth so close to his sensitive bits. But when one of Dean's legs shot out and his foot made contact with the side of Castiel's face, he merely cooed and promised he was nearly done, misinterpreting his twitchiness as oversensitivity. Which, to be fair, was definitely also the case. It was becoming a noticeable trend, Castiel's tendency to interpret Dean's actions in the most charitable way possible. Dean wasn't sure if he deserved as much of the benefit of the doubt as the dragon was giving him, but he wasn't going to correct him.
Then Castiel carefully pressed Dean against his belly and wrapped around him like a cat, laying his large head on the end of his tail, so that most of Dean's body was up against his warm scales instead of the cold stone floor.
"Once I am back to my full strength," Castiel promised, "I will begin to grow my hoard once more and you will have soft cushions and gossamer robes."
"I don't need all that." Dean deflected, "I'd settle for some pants and a bed roll."
"You will have a goose feather bed and silk breeches."
"I thought dragon hoards were supposed to be full of shiney th-thangs" Dean said through a yawn.
"A dragon's hoard is as individual as the dragon themselves," Castiel yawned in response, "I've always enjoyed textiles and weaponry."
"That is quite the combination, Cas."
Dean's whole body shifted slightly as the dragon shrugged.
"I like detail oriented artistry. I find the complexity and elegance humans are capable of fascinating."
"You know," Dean said faux casually as he rolled over on his side to settle into a better sleeping position, "I've made a few weapons in my day. Custom items for specific monsters and whatnot."
"You are perfect. " Castiel whispered sleepily.
Then, with a few blinks of his large blue eyes, he was asleep and Dean quickly followed.