Bruvelighe is a nosy creature. It's in his nature and in his character! Warpjaws—by their very existence—stray into areas and territories they don't belong, casually trespassing without a moment's hesitation or care. This isn't to say most individuals have no sense for personal endangerment or a strong sense of self preservation, however! It's just that Bruve is a bit of a dunce sometimes...and frequently throws caution to the wind. Spontaneity and improvisation go hand in hand after all! Besides, a lifetime of trespassing has taught him that all the good stuff is out of sight and out of bounds!

The hybrid's latest escapade brings him straight to the lichen crusted den of a dragon! The wyrm had left clear markings and spoor all across his surrounding territories, conveying "this is my domain!!" to any creature with a set of eyeballs and half a brain. Bruve didn't get that memo. Or rather, he read the signs but feigned illiteracy.

Walking straight into the damp cave, the warpjaw instantly spots the dragon's sleeping form and makes a beeline for it, paying no heed to noise and making no attempt at stealth. Bruve then summarily proceeds to poke and prod at the winged lizard—running a paw across those smooth charcoal scales, and lifting that heavy tail to peek at the goods beneath. The dragon stirs and snaps awake almost immediately! He pushes the hybrid away with a snap of his wings, absolutely gobsmacked and dumbstruck over this invasion of personal space. The sheer audacity! What the hell was this creature? Did he not see any of the signs or warnings?

With a snarl the wyrm pins Bruve against the cavern floor with a claw and musters his most scathing, malevolent stare. "Vermin...either you're touched in the head or you have quite the deathwish! I'll ask you once what you're doing here! Speak!"

The intruder squirmed a little under his foot but remained otherwise silent. Frustratingly, it even looked somewhat calm and collected considering its present predicament. Tch. The dragon suddenly recalled the trespasser's touch from earlier; how it was poking about at his hind quarters. Ever so slowly, the wyrm began to see the situation a little more clearly...

"You know what? Scratch that. I know your type. Thrill seekers, risk takers and the like. You get off on scoring with hibernating dragons then boast about it to your friends! 'Dragon Layers' are what you call yourselves, right?" The wyrm tapped a claw against the cavern floor in contemplation, a smile slowly forming on his scaly lips. "Bit of a different beast when the dragon's awake, wouldn't you say?"

Curling his claws around the offending intruder, the dragon shifted about and reclined against a nearby rock formation, setting his captive down at the base of his tail—making sure to place the tinier creature's hips right at his slit. "Here's what's going to happen: you're going to pleasure me under pain of death. If you can't get me off before the sun sets then it's curtains for you!"

"And if I succeed? What do I get in return then?" the strange bat thing replied. Curiously, it seemed unfazed by the dragon's prior threat.

"Why, you get to live of course! And you'll be getting what you originally wanted when you stepped into this cave. I should warn you though: no creature smaller than me has ever brought me to climax thus far."

"Huh. Well...guess that'll change in short order!" Bruve exclaimed. He even had the nerve to sound confident about it.

Wasting no time, the warpjaw rubbed his paws together and set to work, pushing his hips forward and planting his smaller slit flush against the dragon's cloaca. He then took a few fingers and gently pushed them into his partner's depths, feeling about until finally locating that soft head. With a practiced paw the warpjaw then began to rub and coax that hidden tip out from it's cave, all while probing about with his rapidly growing member. A soft schlk and a slight give signaled that he'd found the dragon's rectal vent. Excellent! By this point in time things were getting a little slick--thanks to some co-mingled pre—and Bruve fell into a steady rhythm with his hips, grinding into his detainer's slit with surprising vigor!

While he absolutely hated to admit it, the dragon knew a good job when he saw it—or in this case felt it. The captive was certainly putting out but its diminutive size was definitely a problem. Hell, it was always a problem when hooking up with smaller creatures. Still...the hybrid clearly knew what it was doing. Grinding the right spots, rubbing the right areas, and even starting to use its mouth some. Tch. Ballsy, that last one! But it didn't matter, as this intruder didn't have a ghost of a chance in succeeding.

The wyrm sighed and sank back further into the mossy rocks, letting his captive finally tease out his full length: a lustrous indigo pillar roughly 3 feet in length. His true hidden treasure, truth be told! The smaller bat thing's efforts seemed to redouble upon seeing this impressive spire; it promptly hugged the thing to its chest and began running its paws up and down the full length, then started to make short, aggressive thrusts into its captor's tailhole. With a smirk it then placed that indigo tip into its maw and began to descend...

At first the Dragon was amused that this tiny thing would attempt head. But as he watched more of his prodigious shaft slowly disappear into the hybrid's mouth, he began to feel...awe. Before he could ask how this was possible he began to feel something else entirely—something indescribably divine! It was as if his cock were dipped into a warm sea of tongues, each one moving in unison and softly caressing every inch of his surface! He felt movement below and saw the creature pull out from his vent to reposition itself, then continued to bob its head impossibly downward onto his cock. At about the three quarter mark the great wyrm began to feel a spreading warmth emanate from his crotch, and realized with mounting horror that he was mere seconds away from losing his little wager.

"Oh...oh sh--" the dragon breathed, digging his claws into the surrounding bedrock and lashing his tail. The creature smirked, lips still surrounding that impossibly swallowed cock—it knew all to well what was coming. All of the indignant thoughts about losing to a smaller beast were quickly pushed aside, and the dragon finally gave in to his pleasure. Before he could crest his orgasm, the smaller hybrid reacted as if on cue: it pulled it's mouth back to the top of the dragon's tip then slammed it's hips forward, ramming its own cock back inside that needy tailhole with full force, coating the slick depths with hot seed.

And that was it; the straw that broke the camel's back! Or more like "the thrust that broke the dragon's dam!" With a roar the great wyrm erupted into the creature's waiting maw, the force finally pulling it clear from the damn thing's mouth after what felt like an eternity. As the last few ropes of dragon seed fell onto his belly, the spent dragon chanced a look at the cave entrance—it was barely evening! His spirits plummeted. He was beaten.

"Grrrr! Can't remember how many decades it's been since I last came like that! Well...I'm a wyrm of my word: you managed to get me off, so you get to walk out of here with your life. Guess you got what you came for after all!" the dragon rumbled out, huffing slightly.

"Me? Oh this was actually for a client! Yeah, turns out that there's a pretty healthy aphrodesiac market where she's from. You wouldn't believe how much of a profit you can turn with just a few ounces of dragon cum! And I gotta say...you definitely know how to produce in volume. The sex was a nice little bonus though!"

"E-Eh?"