Tired little eyes blink open to the sight of cold metal bars. The dark room surrounding the cage has wooden walls with many planks stretched longways within, and Ravyn quickly finds that he is not the room's only captive.

A couple of unconscious children not unlike him lay limp in other cages, and animals that seem vicious and tortured pace and glare at him from all corners of the room. His head spins as he takes it all in, and his body feels terribly strange.

He isn't sure why he feels this way. It isn't the pain or lightheadedness he's grown unfortunately accustomed to throughout all of his abuse. In fact, shockingly, that pain is entirely absent. The lack of the constant, passive torture lingering from his countless rapes and violations is perhaps what ultimately startles Ravyn to full lucidity. It's hard to remember being so awake and aware after the mind-numbing torture he's endured.

Ravyn sits up properly and looks around him. Something big, mean, and feline in another cage lashes out at him, but it's unable to reach through the tightly spaced bars. The growling and thrashing is certainly not comforting, though. He tries to keep quiet and not draw any further attention to himself for the time being.

Alone with his thoughts, the little dragon wonders what's next for him. It feels insane to consider the idea that he'd be released or taken anywhere less torturous, but then he's been healed of his prior suffering. Maybe they're covering their tracks. Maybe next time he wakes up, he'll be at home again and this'll all be just a bad dream.

It's all blind speculation for the poor boy. He isn't left wondering for long, though.

"Can't believe they're making me touch the vermin back here," a gruff voice says distantly.

Footsteps grow closer.

"You're tellin' me! What do we even have the slaves for, then?" a slightly higher voice replies.

Two men in three piece suits appear in the doorway and flick the lights on, though the old, weathered bulbs don't illuminate much. Both are making a visible effort not to let their outfits brush against the walls of the place or anything else in the backroom labyrinth of the venue.

"Alright, twerp," a wolf pulls out a key and begins to unlock the cage, "Don't make this difficult or you'll regret it. Fellas are gettin' bored out there, and the boss can't have his party end on a low note."

The door swings open. Ravyn looks up at him with big, scared eyes, but he doesn't illicit any pity from the agent.

"C'mon already!" he rolls up the sleeve of his suit and reaches into the cage to pull Ravyn out by the neck.

Ravyn sobs and tries to fight his instincts that want him to resist. He doesn't want the men to hurt him any more than they already have.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," a smoother and more posh voice speaks suddenly.

The wolf yanks Ravyn out of the cage and holds him still by the shoulders in front of him. Both of the agents stand up straight and wear a look of respect while addressing the unexpected third party.

"Of course, how may I be of service?" the wolf asks politely.

"The little dragon there, is she for sale?" a man with brilliant black scales that shine like obsidian, red feathered wings, and diamond-encrusted attire without a wrinkle or a speck of dust anywhere across it speaks to the agents.

The pair look to each other then back at him.

"I'll get the boss and ask right away, sir," the wolf responds.

He leaves Ravyn with the larger dragon and the other agent while he walks away at a brisk pace.

"Aren't you a cute little thing~" the dragon leans forward and lifts the boy's chin up with a claw.

Ravyn winces, but the touch is as gentle as it is firm. He struggles to meet the man's gaze.

Keen, reptilian eyes are briefly lost in thought. Though he considers a word of comfort or affection, instead he licks his chops.

"I wonder what you'll cost me," he says to the concerned child, "I'm sure I can fork it over, of course~"

The remaining agent, a sharply dressed fox, suddenly jolts to attention, though his posture hadn't much begun to slouch prior.

"Excuse me, sir, could you follow me? The boss wants to discuss this with you," the agent requests.

"But of course. Do show me to him," the dragon replies, though his gaze remains fixed on Ravyn.

The almost hungry stare makes him shiver. He doesn't quite know what being purchased by this strange man will mean for him.

Fancy dress shoes, tailored for talons, clack on hard concrete floor. The fox guides the dragon along through the winding corridors until he reaches an otherwise inconspicuous door with a rough mat on the floor in front of it.

The fox wipes his shoes on the mat and steps out into a much more extravagant hallway. The dragon follows suit, and nudges Ravyn to ensure he does the same.

This corridor is clearly a section of the building intended for the wealthy guests to inhabit. Fine wallpaper runs floor to ceiling with golden light fixtures protruding from it on both sides. Light green shades of finest silk dim the light slightly, though it's still plenty bright.

The three step across fine red carpet on their way to the office of the party's own host. Ravyn is, perhaps ironically, the only one of the group who gets to experience the soft caress of the extravagant and expensive carpet on the bottom of his feet. He hasn't been provided with shoes.

A few turns navigated without hesitation by the agent lead the three to a fine mahogany door with gold trims. Three quick knocks are tapped on its spotless surface.

"Come in," the familiar voice of the goat running the event comes from inside.

The fox opens the door and steps out of the way for the dragon to enter. He follows behind him with a tight grip kept on Ravyn. The wolf from before stands to one side of the room with a strict, practiced posture.

The interior of the office has no expense spared. It's a sizeable room, and every piece of furniture is a work of master craftsmanship on fine, expensive woods. Most contain gold, ivory, or diamonds in their complex designs, and the chairs and smaller seats throughout the space are made with the finest of leather.

At a more than spacious desk, covered in small sculptures and ornate display pieces, the host sits. He leans into his hands as the three approach.

"So you're interested in purchasing the boy, Leon?" the caprine man raises an eyebrow while the adult dragon takes a seat.

"Yes, that I am. A prize like her certainly has my eye," the dragon replies, "And with her so recently patched up, I'd like to take her home as she is. I certainly don't want anyone else breaking in my new toy for me, after all~"

"You understand this is quite the pivotal moment, don't you?" the goat continues, "We may have to substitute for him another child to keep our fine guests entertained in these final hours of the event. They don't come cheap."

"Of course, sir. I am happy to cover the inconvenience~" comes the reply.

A brief, cordial back-and-forth ensues between the two men. The dizzying digits aren't numbers Ravyn has even learned about yet, but from the weight the conversation seems to carry, he can only imagine they must be huge amounts. He doesn't know how to feel about such enormous sums being tossed around all for him specifically.

Ultimately, for the cost of a very long number the little dragon wouldn't even be able to pronounce if he knew the name of it, Ravyn is sold off to Leon, and his new owner immediately turns to eye him between breaths while ironing out the final fine details of the illicit transaction.

"Very well, then," the host says finally, "The little dragon is yours~"

"Thank you very much," Leon replies over a handshake before standing to allow the host to return to his business.

The tall, black dragon strides over toward Ravyn and grips his shoulder. The man's touch is unexpectedly gentle, and Ravyn relaxes slightly.

"Follow me now," the man instructs, "We're going to have a wonderful time tonight~"

He's more sincere in his statement than Ravyn or any of the other men in the room would dare to imagine.

"Now then, agents, the bunny girl in Room 372; fetch her immediately. There best be no holdup," the caprine man instructs the pair of canines while Leon leads his new possession out of the room.

The dragon keeps a firm grip on Ravyn while he leads him out to the main hall again. The little dragon is kept close while Leon announces his departure and says his parting words to the other wealthy men present. His swift exit isn't especially unusual this late into the event, of course.

"Farewell, gentlemen. It's been an honor to share this night with you all," he says to the many gathered bastards in their fancy outfits.

"Takin' the main attraction with you?" comes a prompt from a certain pig.

"I have the papers, though they're certainly off the books," Leon replies simply, "She's mine now~"

"Well rape 'im good for me, and have you a nice night~" the other attendee says to him.

"I most certainly will, thank you~" comes a smoothly voiced response.

Other members of the event chime in as well.

"You have a good night, Leon!" a falcon waves his farewell.

He's joined by a small chorus of other well-dressed billionaires who all bid the rich dragon their own goodbyes.

And with that, the dragon waves and leads his young prize away from the hall and out toward the parking lot. Ravyn takes each step sheepishly, though for the first time, the man leading him along paces himself rather than dragging him forward.

Leon's expression seems softer as well. Away from the other men, his demeanor turns quickly more tender. Facades fade away with his reputation not at stake. And of course, he'd certainly have been charged more had the host realized he would have such affections for his new purchase.

Leon leads Ravyn to his car. Rather than stuffing him into the trunk, he opens the passenger side door for him.

"Come now, sweetheart~" Leon says in a warm tone, "Let's get you home."

Ravyn doesn't take the man's words to mean that he'll be going to the home he knows, of course. By now, any hope of that has been abandoned. He does, however, have a new hope that where he's going next might not be so bad.

Leon makes sure Ravyn is buckled in then moves to get in on the driver's side.

As the car pulls out of the lot, Ravyn finally finds the courage to say something.

"You're, uhm, being really nice to me..." he says quietly.

"I know I am," Ravyn's new owner steals glances at him when he gets the chance while he drives, "I adore you, Ravyn; you're safe with me."

Ravyn doesn't know what to think. He lets himself believe this kind promise.

"Uhm, and you keep calling me a girl..." the little dragon acknowledges sheepishly.

"Shhh, you're my girlfriend now, cutie~" the dragon states, "That's simply what you are from now on. You'll get used to it."

Something flutters in her chest. It's something she'd felt tingle a bit when she'd been spoken of femininely before, but faced with it fully now, a strange happiness washes over Ravyn.

"O-Okay, I think I, uhm, like that..." Ravyn finally replies, looking up to her owner for some sort of validation.

"Good~ I'm glad," comes the reassurance she needs.

Bright street lights pass outside in the dark of night. Leon continues to drive them both home, and Ravyn looks up at him wistfully.

Her little mind wonders what their future together holds. For the first time since she'd been taken, she thinks about what's next with more hope than fear.

It's a pleasant ride of assurances and occasional affection before the couple arrive to the spacious manor where Leon resides. The enormous building isn't something Ravyn could've ever imagined calling home, and yet Leon quickly opens the door for her and leads her inside.

The lights are already on in anticipation of the master of the house arriving home. They'll be turned off after he goes to bed without so much as a word by the manor's diligent housekeeping staff.

Ravyn looks around in awe as she's brought into the enormous home. The finely crafted furniture and elegant trims are certainly nothing new to her at this point, but the fact that she's truly welcome here is utterly surreal.

It hasn't quite sunken in yet that this is where she will live and be cared for for many, many years to come.

Leon guides Ravyn along past the entrance hall, up two sets of stairs, and into the master bedroom. The spacious place has an enormous, very comfortable looking bed, its own private restroom and walk-in closet, and an incredible view through an enormous window out to the vibrant woodland beyond.

She can hardly take it all in before she's moved along to the bathroom. Then, Leon does something unthinkable.

"Would you like to bathe yourself, or would you prefer my help?"

He gives her a choice.

Ravyn stands in the threshold to the roomy bathroom, so large it's hard to even think of as just a place to shower, void waste, and carry out hygiene routines. She's taken by surprise less by the space before her and more by the offer for a little independence.

In time, by her own volition, it will become unthinkable to prefer to bathe herself without the comforting presence of Leon, but just for now, with all the pain still weighing on her mind and the most comfort she can remember having being in the quiet moments alone between bouts of torment, she makes up her mind.

"I'll, uhm, clean myself, please," she says quietly.

"Very well. Let me know when you're finished, sweetheart," Leon replies politely.

Ravyn steps forward, and the larger dragon gently closes the door behind her. It's true, earnest privacy, provided intentionally, where she can clean her feathers and clear her mind.

She never thought she'd have the opportunity.

The little girl turns on the water. It takes no time at all to get nice and comfortably hot. Though the water lightly stings some of the sensitive portions of her skin where healed tissue hasn't fully settled just yet, the warm embrace of it more than makes up the difference. The water pressure is very satisfying, and Ravyn, now perhaps the most fully comfortable she's been in a long, long while, sits down in the tub and weeps.

She sobs hard into her soft little hands and begs silently to no one in particular that this moment lasts.

And last it does.

The runoff of tears and snot are lost in the running water, and her sobbing continues uninterrupted for long, peaceful moments that seem to stretch on forever as she processes all the depravity and torture she's been subjected to. She thinks about the family and friends she'll never see again, about how much better she felt when she didn't know the pain she experienced was even possible.

And no matter how badly the thoughts hurt, they slowly make it better. Agonized memories still burning bright are quelled and released through tears, and gradually, Ravyn's cries become quieter, softer.

Eventually, she sniffles and rubs her forehead, then the tears finally stop.

The water is still as pleasantly warm as it had been when she'd first gotten into the tub. She isn't sure exactly how long it's been, but the apparent patience of her new owner is a good sign regardless. Still, the little girl has yet to be interrupted.

She then explores the soaps and hygiene products on ornate racks within the shower. A selection of children's shampoos have been left out for her on the lowest shelf, comfortably within reach of the little dragon's arms.

The rest of her shower is spent cleaning herself carefully, and more than just the stuck-on dirt and filth in her feathers has been washed away by the time she finally feels satisfied and content and reaches to turn off the water.

"There you are. Everything alright?" Leon prompts as Ravyn finally steps out of the bathroom, wrapped tightly in a towel that's blatantly a bit big for her.

Ravyn nods silently. She debates running up and hugging him, but with her body so fatigued after such a torturous day, she instead just takes a seat on a chair sat near the bed and lets her feathers dry off.

Leon gently runs his fingers over the feathers on Ravyn's head.

"I'm going to go clean myself up next, then. Ring that bell on the nightstand there if you need anything, and a servant will arrive to help you," he says as he moves to the bathroom himself.

He makes no comment on the puddle of water Ravyn has managed to track onto the bathroom floor, being as young and clumsy as she is. Though he may ordinarily consider himself above such tasks when he has dedicated housekeeping, he does take just a moment to lean over, soak the puddle up with a towel, and toss it in a hamper before he undresses.

Back in the bedroom, Ravyn steadies her breath. It's hard for her to fully relax even still, but her apprehension eases with each moment. Leon has shown her only kindness since he took her away. Maybe, just for once, one of her hopes came true. 

Maybe her new home won't be so bad.

The little dragon sits quietly while her feathers dry and does little more than twiddle her thumbs while Leon is having his shower. Hopeful as she's found herself, she doesn't want to push her luck. She's still fearful that touching the wrong thing, making a wrong move, or doing anything more than resting as she's been permitted will lead her back to the torture she'd experienced before.

When Leon appears, his scales and feathers carefully dried, he has only a warm, doting expression for the little girl sat sheepishly in place in his room. Ravyn feels a bit off seeing him nude like this, with how many of his peers had stripped only for the sake of violating her, but when he approaches, he only gives her cheek an affectionate caress.

"All dried off, sweetheart?" he asks in a soft tone.

Ravyn nods silently. She isn't sure she's ready to let herself believe she's safe and loved here, but she's found no evidence to the contrary.

"Alright, let's get to bed, then," Leon speaks to her while removing the towel draped over her small form.

The larger dragon tosses the towel down a laundry chute in his bedroom wall then moves to bed. He folds open some of the covers and holds out a hand.

"Come now, darling; let's get some sleep."

Ravyn steps forward and clambers into the sheets. She gets herself wrapped up in the unimaginably soft, warm blankets and finds herself, finally, truly comfortable. She lets her body sink into the mattress, and with her wounds healed and her form finally freed from endless cold tables and gurneys and cages, finally smiles.

Leon outstretches an arm toward her. Slowly, he tests the water and finds that the precious little dragon doesn't seem to shudder at his touch now.

He gradually settles in close with her and lets his fingers glide through her soft feathers. Ravyn lays comfortably curled up, and just for right now, the uncertain future before her and agonizing past behind her give way to a soft, warm present that she lets herself get lost in.

"I love you, Ravyn," the man says quietly, "I love you dearly."

Ravyn nuzzles Leon's chest gently in a subtle motion that could easily be mistaken for just adjusting her sleeping position. And that's the last she finds herself moving before drifting off to cozy dreams.

Leon gazes on her small, sleeping form with a tender adoration until slumber claims him as well.

When morning comes, a brilliant light shines through the large bedroom window, and the sky performs a slow dance of vibrant, warm shades that will inevitably give way to their usual passive blue.

Leon wakes to no alarm and no particular rush to get up. Ravyn still sleeps soundly in his arms. Seeing her so comfortable and restful, he lets the desire for a bit more rest win out over the nagging thought to get up and see to his enticing plans. 

Today is going to be a very eventful day for him, after all, and Leon can hardly wait to begin arranging everything he has in mind.

When the soft little dragon finally opens her eyes, Leon hugs her tight.

"Good morning, sweet little thing~" he says affectionately, "You seem like you slept awfully well."

Ravyn is too tired and too sheepish to speak at the moment, but she still gives a faint nod in confirmation. For all she's been through, she's never had a better rest in her life.

Before long, though, Leon gets himself out of bed. Breakfast will be prepared for him already, kept warm by trained chefs while he goes about his morning routine. He gets himself and the sleepy young dragon ready for the day then leads her downstairs to the dining room.

Two hot plates of something that looks and smells delicious but that Ravyn has no words to place to other than 'fancy eggs' wait for the pair already. Leon takes a seat and prompts Ravyn to do the same.

Once they've settled in for their meal, however, the usual small talk is foregone for several incredible developments that Ravyn could never have expected.

"Now that you've settled in a little, my love, I think I should explain some things to you," Leon says while reaching across the table to run his fingers through Ravyn's feathers.

Ravyn looks up at him with her full attention. Any answers to the horrible things she's experienced would surely help. It was all like a terrible nightmare; she'd been tormented in ways she didn't understand through such a large operation she could hardly imagine existing in the first place.

Almost none of what Leon has to say to her is particularly relevant to all that, however.

"I'm arranging for us to marry," he finally explains, "I love you, Ravyn, and I want nothing more than for you to be my darling wife and to mother my children."

The little girl is more than a little shocked. She'd recognized Leon's affection, but she certainly believed he'd sooner take her as a daughter or even a pet than a wife. She isn't sure what such a relationship is meant to entail nor exactly what it will mean to be a mother, but something about it feels right.

Grateful to the man who'd saved her, clutching tight to the bit of love and compassion she's experienced since her abduction, she's perfectly happy to become Leon's wife, despite getting no say in the matter in the first place.

Leon looks at the growing look of nearly innocent shock and wonder on Ravyn's face, and he can't help but smile wide.

"You're so precious, my dear," he says warmly, "I'm glad you're taking the news well~"

Ravyn only smiles and nods, but she hums a happy tune to herself while she dines on her delicious breakfast. So many questions run through her head, but right now, she's happy to simply sit and be content with the unexpected love she's been given.

"I think you should know, also, what that little injection they gave you did," Leon continues, which makes Ravyn perk up in curiosity.

"It's a miraculous little drug," the dragon explains, "I'm sure you've realized your wounds have healed over from it, and it will have some other effects, too~"

"Wh-What other effects?" Ravyn finally manages to stutter out a few words, feeling more comfortable and more curious at the same time.

"Well, you won't ever get any bigger," Leon explains, "You'll be nice and cute like this forever~"

Ravyn doesn't know how to feel. She isn't old enough to really even fully understand mortality, so the obvious upsides of never aging don't strike her as plainly as the fact she won't get to grow older to be bigger and stronger and have more freedom and things she can do. Though independence is certainly not in the cards for her anyway. It hasn't been since the moment she was snatched off the playground.

Still, she's happy more than anything that it made her feel better. She's glad it all stopped hurting, and at the very least, Leon seems happy about the change. It can't be too bad.

"And you can't father any children," Leon finally details.

"But I'm s'pposed to mother them?" Ravyn asks with confusion.

"Yes~ It's made you sterile, but certainly not infertile," Leon elaborates.

Ravyn looks away, obviously a bit lost but too shy still to keep asking about it.

"You don't need to worry your little head about it, okay?" Leon says, "It just means you can't get anyone else pregnant."

"Uhm, okay," Ravyn replies, "Does that m-mean if I'm s'pposed to... a-are you going to get me pregnant?"

"I am, yes," Leon replies simply.

Ravyn isn't sure how to feel. She did always like playing a parent when her friends played pretend with her on the playground, though...

"Will it hurt?" the little one asks with big, innocent eyes looking up at Leon with concern.

"No, sweetheart, it won't hurt. I'll make sure of it," Leon says simply.

Ravyn is relieved, even if still a bit uncertain. The more she thinks about it while she picks at her food, though, the more she finds herself sort of liking the idea. She begins to smile lightly and cheer up a bit, which in turn makes her new adult fiancé smile wide.

Despite the extravagant decor and expensive art installations adorning every inch of his lavish home, Leon only has eyes for his little wifey-to-be sitting across from him. He couldn't be more pleased to see her smile.

When both have eaten their fill, Leon finally stands.

"Darling, would you accompany me upstairs? There's something I'd like to do together," he says gently.

Ravyn nods and hops up. She's a bit unsure of what's going on, but she's happy to follow.

She allows him to lead her up the stairs back to the lavish master bedroom. Leon closes the door behind the both of them.

"What, uhm... did you want to do together?" Ravyn asks quietly.

"Well, sweetheart," Leon leads the little dragon to the bed and sits her down on the foot of it, "I'd like to have sex with you~"

Ravyn is visibly confused. She doesn't really know what the word means. Most of what she'd heard during her prior abuse was just 'rape'.

Truthfully, what her new owner and lover seeks now would qualify regardless, but at the very least, he's much more tender.

"It's alright, love," he caresses her cheek gently and begins to disrobe, "Those other men hurt you with it, but they didn't love you like I do. They were rough and mean."

Ravyn shakes a little. Her eyes widen a bit.

"Just relax, darling," Leon keeps his eyes locked with hers while he carefully strips, "Let yourself enjoy it. I'll make sure it feels good for you~"

The larger dragon maneuvers Ravyn further back onto the bed and lays her gently on her back. He straddles her small, frail form, and she begins to feel something strange. Despite her uncertainty, she feels a certain dampness between her legs where she'd been forcefully violated before.

SCHLRK

Ravyn winces a bit, expecting pain. But when Leon carefully inserts the tip of his shaft, it doesn't hurt at all. It's a tight squeeze with the little girl's virginity having been unexpectedly restored, but still, it feels... good.

SHRRK SLICK

"Good girl," Leon coos to her softly, "Let me know if it starts to hurt, okay?"

Ravyn nods quietly. Her little face is a bit scrunched up as she adjusts to what's happening to her, but surprisingly, it doesn't feel so bad.

SHLRRFK PAP

The adult dragon pushes in until his cock has been fully inserted. Ravyn is stretched out a fair bit by the massive member, but true to his word, Leon has been gentle. It's a strange but fun and novel feeling, and it comes with a pleasure Ravyn has never been able to experience before without the sensation being clouded and obscured by pain.

SHLRRRK PLAP SHRRK PLAT

Slowly, tenderly, Leon begins to slide himself in and out with a steady rhythm. Ravyn lets it all happen. She gradually relaxes, and she almost smiles a bit. Despite everything, it just feels nice. It isn't as scary as she thought it'd be.

SHRK PLAT SLRRK PLAP SHLRFK PAP

He continues in this gentle rhythm for a while. As the pair both experience a deep, immaculate pleasure, Leon caresses Ravyn's cheek and leans in for a kiss.

He slips his long tongue into her little mouth, and through Ravyn is surprised by the gesture, she's seen kisses before in movies and such. She understands it means you love someone, or at least that it's supposed to. And she's so glad to be loved and cared for. She doesn't resist the deep kiss.

His rhythm is interrupted and he pulls slowly away from his little lover's lips when he feels something unexpectedly poke at his crotch on the downswing.

"Oh?" he sits up a bit with his shaft still halfway into Ravyn's cunt.

The little girl looks up at him with a bit of concern.

"D-Did I do something wrong?" she asks.

Leon is a bit surprised to see Ravyn's cock not only fully erect but enormous in size. The gargantuan member would be on the girthier side for an adult, but for a child, it's utterly massive. It certainly hadn't been this way before they'd begun, and if anything, Leon had expected Ravyn's cock to shrink under the effects of the injection she'd been given, seeing as it rendered her sterile.

He smiles, however. It's certainly not an unpleasant surprise.

"No, darling, nothing wrong at all~" he says warmly.

SCHLRRRK PAP SLRK PLAT

Leon leans back over Ravyn and eases back into his prior rhythm. Now, Ravyn's hard shaft is rubbed between both of their bodies. Each thrust brings Ravyn two intense pleasures that she'd never dreamed of experiencing before.

It's strange, how similar it is to the violent rape she'd endured prior, even being with one of the attendees of that awful event. And yet, it feels so much nicer.

SHWRRK PLAP SHLRRK PLAPT SHRRK PAP

Leon leans in and returns to the deep, passionate kiss he'd been performing prior. In this intimate rhythm of careful yet tantalizing motions, they dance quietly onward toward climax.

Ravyn feels strange new things as the impassioned lovemaking continues. She feels a certain energy pulsing in her stimulated member, and she feels something powerful drawing near, like a tidal wave on the horizon.

SHLRK PLAT SHLRRK PAP SHRRFK PLAPT

The steady rhythm clouds the little girl's head with pleasure, and her climax draws near. Leon pulls slowly away from the kiss to look her in the eyes. He keeps the same rhythm, but each thrust becomes harder and more intense.

Their mutual pleasure ramps up until, finally, the wave crashes all at once.

SHRRRRK PLAPT SPLRRRRRRRRRT

In tandem, both orgasm. Ravyn's oversized cock shoots a heavy stream of clear, glistening ejaculate between their bodies that soaks her feathers, and Leon cums deep inside of her. Ravyn, young as she is, doesn't even truly understand the gravity of such a gesture.

It's something her fiance will have to explain to her in time. At the very least, she's already accepted motherhood.

Both catching their breath and basking in the afterglow, Leon looks down at her with adoration. His humid breath rolls softly over Ravyn's face, and the girl, awash in pleasure, processes that she's just experienced sex and enjoyed it. She's just had her first orgasm.

A gentle, scaled hand caresses Ravyn's cheek.

"Let's get you cleaned up, darling," Leon finally says softly.

Ravyn nods.

The day carries on pleasantly for them both. Leon ensures his wedding plans are delightfully extravagant and cares tenderly for his lovely little girlfriend. Ravyn settles into her new life and enjoys the comfort and love she's finally been given.

The hands of the clock move on in their ceaseless rhythm, and soon enough the pleasantries are disrupted by a sound and a feeling.

GWRRRRRK GRWWWWLLL

A rumbling comes from Leon's guts, and he feels a sudden pressure in his bowels. He hesitates a moment, then looks down at his small lover.

"Come with me a moment, love," he says to her softly before leading her off to the familiar master bathroom.

Ravyn is curious what her lover could possibly want with her in here of all places, but last time she was led off, she certainly enjoyed the outcome. She sits on the floor as Leon instructs and waits to see what he has planned for her.

Leon ruffles the feathers on the top of her head and speaks to her softly, "Alright, darling, I want to do something with you that might sound unpleasant. But I think you just might like it~"

Ravyn nods quietly.

 Leon positions himself where he can grip a railing installed in the wall for support and carefully positions himself squatting over her. He lines his rectum up carefully with her maw.

"Open," he instructs, "And give it a nice kiss, darling~"

Hesitant, she obliges. He'd said she might enjoy it, after all. Her tongue dances lightly across Leon's rear end, though the little girl certainly doesn't understand how to give a proper rim job.

LICK LAP SCHLICK

"Worm your tongue in there, love, get a real feel for the inside of it~" Leon prompts further.

Ravyn, eager to find new pleasures with her lover, does as she's told. She wriggles her tongue into Leon's backside, and she feels his legs buckle while he moans in response. He puts more of his weight onto the rail, and his legs grow weak and unsteady from the feeling.

Then, the tip of Ravyn's tongue touches something soft and mushy. It's a shock to her system as she remembers the taste that comes with it. And yet, she doesn't quite seem to mind it. In this context, being gently eased into it, she finds satisfaction in the earthy flavor that she gets a hint of with each careful lap of Leon's tailhole.

It's a good thing she enjoys it, too.

"Oh fuck, open up!" Leon calls to her, "I don't think I can—"

FBLRRRRFFFT SLOUGH 

Before Leon can even finish his sentence, he lets loose. It's impossible to hold back with his body so pleasured by Ravyn's licker.

A dense, hefty log of shit slides out of his backside and onto Ravyn's tongue. Her maw is open wide as instructed, and she lets it all slough down her tongue into her throat. Lost in the moment, she immediately swallows.

GLK GULP

The massive turd bulges out the little girl's gullet as it slides down toward her stomach. Despite how vile and revolting it had felt before at the party when she was so violently forced into it, now, she's able to experience it with her mind open to the possibility it might feel good.

And it does.

Leon huffs and catches his breath. Though his bowels aren't quite yet empty, he looks down at Ravyn's front sat beneath him with her little chin still up toward his rear.

"Are you— alright, love?" he asks as he breathes a moment, "Meant to give you more warning at least."

LICK LAP LICK

The response comes in the form of Ravyn's gentle little tongue poking right back into him. She resumes her rimming like before, if anything now more intensely and passionately.

Leon moans deeply, "I guess I'll take that as a yes, then~"

He feels a heavy, soft mass in his colon sinking down into the now vacant space toward the exit.

"Get ready for a second course, then, hun~" he says, audibly excited about his little lover's enjoyment of all this.

BLRRRFFFFT PLOPFT

The rest of Leon's bowel movement is evacuated as a second, softer log. It's larger in volume, but not as dense, and it lands with a wet slap on Ravyn's tongue. The mess seems to melt around her tongue and seep into the crevices of her mouth, and something about it all just feels right.

GULP ULK

The mass with its earthy taste slides down Ravyn's tongue to the back of her throat, and she promptly swallows it down in a few quick gulps like the first. Her belly is left very full with the hefty weight inside sagging out just slightly as a jiggly bulge.

"Ah, now that is... such a relief~" Leon says as his dung settles in Ravyn's stomach.

LAP LICK SCHLICK

"Oh~! I didn't even need to tell you, huh~?" he says as he suddenly feels Ravyn's tongue return to lick his backside clean, "You're already a perfect little toilet, aren't you~?"

Eagerly and dutifully, Ravyn works her little tongue all over Leon's pucker to carefully lick away any residue left behind. His backside is spotless when she's finished.

Leon breathes for a moment before pulling himself back up to a standing position. Ravyn is left smiling on the floor with a smear of brown around her maw as though she'd quite messily drank a cup of chocolate milk.

"You're too cute, you know~" Leon says affectionately, to which Ravyn smiles brightly.

"Now then," he moves back toward her and places his cock against her lips, "Something to wash it down~?"

Ever obedient, Ravyn quietly opens up her maw and waits a moment.

FSHHHHHSHHHHHHHHHSHHHHH GULK GULP GLUG

A hot, salty spray hits her tongue as Leon releases the contents of his bladder into Ravyn's maw. She begins to gulp mouthfuls of it down as more and more of the warm, golden fluid spills in.

The pair make eye contact all the while, and Leon watches with satisfaction as a hefty gulp of his own urine slides down the little dragon's throat with each swallow. It pairs well with the simple feeling of relief he gets voiding his urine in the first place.

FSHHHHSHHHHSHHHHH ULK GLUG GULP

The stream continues strong for nearly half a minute then slows into a trickle. Ravyn continually gulps more of it down without hesitation until the flow finally stops.

"Good girl~" Leon pets Ravyn's head but doesn't pull away just yet, "And one more thing while you're here~"

Ravyn, eager to enjoy some more time with her lover and try more of these strange yet blissful things he's been introducing her to, looks up at him eagerly. Leon leans forward a bit and pushes his cock into her maw.

SCHLRRRK PLAT

Leon's cock slides deep into her maw and pokes into her throat. Either Ravyn's gag reflex was forcibly unlearned during her previous experiences or she's simply a natural.

She takes it without choking and, though she doesn't really understand it well enough to do an amazing job, does get some work in with her tongue over the larger dragon's hard rod.

A deep rumble comes from within Leon's chest and finds its way out as a moan. The feeling, already, is incredible.

PLAP PLAT PAP

Two clawed hands gently but firmly grasp the back of Ravyn's head. From there, Leon begins to facefuck the little dragon with an upped intensity resulting from the compromise he finds between his love for her cautioning him to ease her in and the deep pleasure beckoning him to go full speed.

Despite this, Ravyn, though a bit surprised by the force of it and the strange feeling, is still able to take it. Her trust in Leon and the warm feeling of pleasuring him like this make it a more than pleasant experience for her.

PLAPT PAP PLAT

Leon lets this balance he's struck carry his careful but forceful motions. He finds himself slightly lost in the feeling, and he begins to use his arms to pull Ravyn's head over his cock before pushing it away again to aid his rhythm.

Ravyn puts her little hands to Leon's legs to brace herself, but she makes no attempt to break away. She silently wonders if she'd be allowed to if she tried, but right now, she's at least enjoying herself.

PLAT PLAP PAPT

The dragons' facefucking continues a while longer until Leon feels his climax fast approaching. With a tight grip spurred on by the overwhelming feeling, he finds himself slamming into her as quickly as he can manage in his final rush to orgasm.

PLAT PLAPT SPLRRRRT GULP

And finally, he makes one last, hard thrust into Ravyn's maw and finishes off her three course meal of his bodily fluids by pumping an overwhelming load of spunk down her throat.

Ravyn, dutifully, swallows it all down, though the tip of Leon's cock is so deep into her that it isn't much of a choice on her part.

The rush Leon feels begins to wane to gentle, warm afterglow. Ravyn has had a bit of a rush, too. She hadn't experienced Leon being so forceful before this moment. It'd been a bit startling, but she certainly didn't hate it.

SCHLRRK

Leon pulls his cock out of Ravyn's maw and ruffles the feathers atop her head affectionately.

Ravyn starts to process these feelings she's found, and Leon speaks to her softly between breaths.

"Are you alright, darling?" he coos to her gently with a pause or two to breathe, "Things did get a bit more intense there."

Ravyn nods her little head gently, and Leon smiles.

"Good~ How about we go get ourselves cleaned up, then?" he offers her a hand getting up from the floor.

A gentle hand turns the water on in the shower. It's comfortably warm in seconds.

Leon guides his young lover into the shower, and he holds her close while the comforting water soaks her fur. Ravyn leans into him silently and smiles for a while before Leon grabs the soap and begins to clean both of them up.

"You're such a sweetheart, Ravyn," he coos softly while scrubbing through her feathers, "I'm so lucky to have you~"

Ravyn sniffles a bit, considering where she might've ended up if Leon hadn't bought and rescued her.

"Thank you," she says so quietly Leon can barely hear her over the water.

When the pair have finally finished cleaning up and drying themselves, Leon opens the door for Ravyn and steps out with her into the comfortable master bedroom.

"Do you need a moment to yourself, darling?" Leon asks to Ravyn, "Or are you ready for us to get some shut eye now?"

Ravyn looks about the lavish room with its soft, moody lighting and bedding that'd been replaced by personal cleaning staff sometime between their morning romp and now. She only takes a moment to decide.

"I think I want to go to bed..." she says softly to the older dragon.

"Alright, love," Leon responds warmly.

He guides her gently to bed, and they both climb in. The mattress wouldn't even fit in Ravyn's bedroom she had before she was taken.

She wasn't loved so constantly and tenderly, either.

The soft yet heavy malaise of the little dragon's sleepiness and the coziness of the warm bed paired with her lover's touch make it easy to put conflicted feelings out of her thoughts for the moment. She can process them another time.

For now, she's warm and safe and not hurt. Her belly is filled up with Leon's fluids, and her womb carries his seed.

Scaly arms wrap tightly around her, and she's pulled into a tight, snug cuddle.

She buries her muzzle so deep in Leon's chest that when he softly says, "Goodnight, Ravyn. I love you so, so dearly," her response is nearly inaudible.

Leon, with his young lover tucked in his arms and his wings closing in around her like a pair of feathery blankets, is sure he knows what she was trying to say, though.

She loves him, too.