want to avoid stepping into another one of your geezers.”
“Geysers. Did it hurt you, after all?”
He hesitates. “Maybe somewhat.”
“Want me to take a look? I still have the healing paste, and it works for most things. Burns, too.”
“It’s just… the location of this burn is somewhat disconcerting.” He gestures to the general region of his crotch.
“Yeah, I saw the full power of the steam hit you right about there. Hey, I’m willing to check it out if you’re willing to let me.”
He looks around. “Let’s get comfortable, then.”
As the geyser erupts once more behind us, he sits down with his back to a tree that’s grown slanted.
He pulls at the top of his pants. “Should I take this off, maybe?”
“Hard to do much good otherwise,” I agree. “I don’t mean that in a weird way. Don’t worry. You’ve seen me naked. Only fair that I see you.”
“Then brace yourself. Dragons are probably different from what you’re used to.” He opens some kind of alien zipper in his pants, right above his considerable bulge.
“I’m not really used to anything when it comes to that,” I confess. “I’ll try to deal with it.”
“And the…hm... the fullness of that part is not controllable,” he continues. “Even now, when possibly badly burned, you can see it has some eagerness to it.”
He pulls his pants bit down, and a dark blue, alien manhood stands out of it, ridged and bulbed and hard.
“Oh my,” I gasp. “That’s… impressive.”
“Most things about me are,” he says with satisfaction.
Yeah, it’s breathtaking in both size and hardness and general scariness. It has every feature I’ve ever seen on an adult toy, and one or two I haven’t but which I realize could make me rich if I were to copy it back on Earth.
I swallow in a dry throat. “Where... were you burned?”
“Oh, you know… all over the place.” He gestures to his whole groin and kicks his pants further down his legs. “Though now I see it’s not as bad as I feared.”
“I’ll get the paste.”
I unwrap the leaf. There’s still a good amount of green healing paste left, but I doubt it would be enough to cover as much as half of that thing. “Where does it hurt?”
He looks down himself. “Right… there.” He points with one clawed finger to about mid-shaft.
“That looks a darker blue than the rest,” I judge. “Do you want to do it yourself, or… shall I?”
He lays back. “You’re the expert.”
Oh my. The sight of that incredible thing has all kinds of heat shooting through me and gathering down below. It was plainly made to penetrate and to take ownership. And maybe to give some serious pleasure to the owned party at the same time.
As if to emphasize my fantasies, the geyser erupts again, sending tons of water skyward. Yeah, that’s probably a lot like what would happen to me, too, with this thing inside me.
I’m kind of touched that he’s allowing me to do this. It has to count as a pretty strong sign of trust, and coming from something as distrustful as a dragon, it’s pretty powerful.
I put some paste on one finger and gingerly place it on the side of his hard shaft, which immediately twitches hard.
“Oh!”
“It does that,” Caronerax drawls. “It must like your touch.”
“Uh-huh.” I use my fingertip to spread the paste around, trying to ignore the flashes in my mind, images of me sitting on that dragon’s cock and having it slide inside. “Is that enough?”
“You’re the expert,” he repeats with a quick smile on his face.
“Not an expert on dragon injuries, and now I think about it, it should be pretty difficult for a little bit of steam to hurt a creature that can breathe flames.”
“It should,” the dragon agrees. “But this fragment of poison that you put inside me is clearly making me weaker. Even boiling water can cause me pain now, it seems. I can’t thank you enough for opening that whole delightful world for me.”
I add a bit of paste for good measure, then move up to focus on his chest. The hole is still there, showing no sign of closing or healing. But at least it stopped seeping ichor.
“Again, I’m sorry I did that. If I could get it out, I would. Shall I try? I would probably need to put two thin needles pretty deep inside and use them to search around for whatever’s in there.”
“Where the smallest slip could have them pierce my heart. And I must say, not at