Adam...
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I couldn’t help but laugh. My laughter quickly died as Aaran unbuckled his pants—the sound of his zipper carried into the night sky. A dark red trail of hair led to the treasure that I longed to see. He slid his jeans down, and his hard dick popped free.
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My eyes widened, and my cock pressed hard against my slacks. Aaran had to be at least nine inches and was uncut. His foreskin drew back tight around his bulbous head. A small bead of pre-cum gleamed in the slit. I longed to drop to my knees and taste him and trace the long veins of his shaft.
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A growl caused me to raise my gaze. Desire shone in Aaran's eyes, and I knew he was fighting to restrain himself.
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"S-shift," I stuttered. I didn't trust myself to say more.
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He closed his eyes and exhaled. A light shot out, and then appearing in his place stood a giant dragon. He had to be larger than a bus, maybe the size of a train car. His scales were dark red, and they covered his entire body. He had a broad head with two large white horns that protruded from the top, and smaller horns surrounded the frame of his massive face. I looked up, and Aaran's eyes had turned a light shade of red and had a black vertical slit in the middle. He was stunning.
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"You can touch me if you want," his deep voice rumbled.
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My eyes widened in surprise. "You can speak like this?"
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He rumbled again, in what I thought was a laugh. "Yes, dragons are one of the few shifters that can speak in their animal form. When we bond, we'll also have a mind link where we can speak telepathically."
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"Really? That's amazing."
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I stepped forward and reached out my hand. I wasn't afraid, and that shocked me. But a part of me knew that this dragon was still Aaran, and he would never hurt me. I ran my fingers over his smooth scales. I was surprised at their texture because they looked rough. His body shuddered, and he rumbled like a cat that was purring.
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"Do you want to go for a ride?" Aaran asked.
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"I'm not sure. I get sick on roller coasters," I admitted.
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"I won't do any stunts, I promise," Aaran replied.
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I nodded and walked to his side. He extended his massive wings, and they were a darker red than his already dark scales. They were almost a burgundy color. I let my hand glide over the tendons, and the skin felt leathery under my fingers. Aaran's entire body shook as I pet his wings.
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"They're sensitive," Aaran rumbled, and I withdrew my touch.
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"I'm sorry," I said, grabbing hold of a scale that protruded at the base of his large neck. I lifted myself up and straddled his body.
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"It's okay, mo leannan. I like your touch," he replied.
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I secured myself as best as I could and held on to two smaller scales that stuck up like handlebars.
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"I'm ready," I said. And with that, his vast wings began to flap, and we were airborne.
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It was incredible. We flew through the clouds. Aaran was true to his word and didn't do any fancy maneuvers. I looked down, and the city lights looked amazing from this view.
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We stayed in the air for a few more minutes before coming low near the small clearing. I felt heat rise underneath me, and suddenly, the night sky was bright with orange and red. Flames burst in front of us, melting the snow on the ground. I watched in amazement at the precision of the fire. It only touched the ground and none of the surrounding trees. As quickly as it happened, the blaze disappeared.
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Aaran dropped lower to the ground, and as soon as Aaran's claws touched down, he shifted. I found myself snug against his naked body. Flying with Aaran was indescribable. I loved it. I looked up and smiled.

He smiled down and leaned in, kissing me firmly. I moaned into his mouth. His hands trailed over my body, and mine caressed his back. His stiff shaft rubbed firmly against my stomach, and I pushed back from his embrace. Breaking the kiss, I fell to my knees.
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Wow, the ground's still warm from his fire, I thought briefly before lifting my hand and wrapping it around his firm cock. Leaning forward, I took his leaking head in my mouth.
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Aaran cried out in pleasure. "Yes, fucking suck me!"
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His salty flavor burst over my tongue; he was delicious. I relaxed my jaw and allowed him to slide further into my mouth. I didn't know if I could take him all the way, and I was out of practice. The last blowjob I'd given was over thirty years ago with my roommate in college. I pressed on and gagged when his firm shaft hit the back of my throat.
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I pulled back and used my hand to start a rhythm, hoping Aaran was enjoying receiving as much as I was enjoying giving—by the moans he made, he was.
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Abruptly, he pulled his cock out and pushed me. I fell to my back in shock, wondering what he was doing. I didn't have to wonder for long. He grabbed hold of my pants and tore them from my body, freeing my cock from its confines.
He walked around me and went to his knees, straddling my head. His cock now bobbed in front of my face. He leaned over and positioned his cock toward my mouth.
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"Open," he commanded gruffly.
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I obeyed instantly, and he slid his cock into my mouth. He leaned forward, and moist heat surrounded my dick. I screamed around his cock in ecstasy. He began to fuck my mouth and suck my dick at the same time.