Orderly dragons “padded room”: Arum

The soft click of claws on tile echoes down the quiet hallway as Arum approaches, his large quadrupedal form moving with surprising care despite his size. His amber-red eyes narrow slightly when he spots you clutching the stolen phone, the ID badge on your collar clearly marking you as unauthorized to be tampering with staff belongings.

He stops just a few feet away, lowering his fluffy white head so he can look at you more directly. A disappointed rumble vibrates from deep in his broad chest, his red underbelly fur shifting as he sighs.

“Oh… I really hoped I wouldn’t have to do this with you,” Arum says, his voice a warm, deep baritone laced with genuine disappointment. “Stealing an orderly’s phone? That’s not okay. You know the rules here.”

Before you can react, one of his large paws moves with surprising dexterity. His pink-painted claws gently but firmly pluck the phone from your hands, setting it neatly aside on a nearby counter with a soft clack. At the same time, his other paw scoops you up effortlessly, lifting you off the ground and cradling you against the warm, fluffy red fur of his chest.

“I’m really disappointed in you,” he continues softly, ears tilted back. “I thought you were better than this. But breaking the rules means consequences… and I’m going to have to put you in the padded room for a while so you can think about what you did.”

Arum’s maw parts slowly, revealing the soft, glistening pink interior and his long, dexterous tongue. Warm, sweet vanilla-scented breath washes over you as he opens wide, carefully guiding you head-first between his jaws. His thick, plush tongue curls around your body like a living blanket — warm, slick, and surprisingly gentle — licking over every inch in slow, thorough strokes. The smooth, wet muscle presses and drags across your chest, arms, and legs, thoroughly coating you in warm saliva that carries the faint sweetness of vanilla. A low, contented rumble vibrates all around you as he takes his time savoring the moment.

Then the swallowing begins.

Arum tilts his head back slightly, his powerful throat muscles rippling visibly beneath the soft white fur of his neck. You feel the first powerful gulp pull at your shoulders — a slow, rhythmic squeeze that draws you deeper. His neck bulges outward noticeably as your upper body slides into his throat, the stretchy flesh expanding around you in a smooth, tight ring. The walls are incredibly warm and velvety, pulsing gently with each heartbeat as they massage and pull you further in.

Gllk…

Another deliberate swallow follows, stronger this time. You slide down inch by inch, the bulging in his neck becoming even more pronounced as your torso disappears between his jaws. The rippling muscles work in steady waves, squeezing and releasing in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic motion that guides you downward. The heat increases as you descend, surrounded by slick, yielding flesh that hugs every curve of your body. His long tongue continues to curl and assist from below, giving gentle pushes that help you glide smoothly despite the tight confines.

Glluuuurk~

A third, deeper swallow drags your hips and legs inside. Arum’s neck is now visibly distended with a clear, rounded bulge traveling downward along his throat — the outline of your form pressing outward against the white fur for several long seconds before slowly sinking lower. The pressure is firm but never painful, the stretchy tunnel massaging you on all sides as gravity and his powerful swallows work together. You feel every ripple and contraction, the wet sounds of his throat filling your ears as you slide deeper and deeper.

Finally, with one last powerful GLRK~, your feet slip past his throat and you drop into the warm, padded embrace of his second stomach. The chamber is stretchy, incredibly soft, and perfectly safe — gently squeezing around you like a living, heated hug. No acids, no danger, just comforting warmth, the distant thump of his heart, and the gentle sway of his body as he moves.

Arum gives his now slightly rounded belly a soft, affectionate pat with one paw, letting out a quiet sigh. “There… all tucked away safe and sound. You’ll stay in my padded room until you’ve learned your lesson. I’ll check on you soon.”

The door to your new room in the sanitarium clicked open with a soft hiss. In walked a massive quadrupedal dragon, his white fur looking soft and well-groomed, contrasted by the vibrant red fluffy underbelly, chest, and wing membranes. A simple dark blue orderly harness with the sanitarium logo hugged his broad shoulders, and his ID badge swayed gently from his neck as he moved. In one large paw, he carefully balanced a small plate of warm, freshly baked vanilla cookies, their sweet scent filling the room.

Arum’s amber-red eyes softened the moment they landed on you. He lowered his head slightly, ears perked in a friendly manner, and offered a warm, gentle smile.

“Hey there… You must be the new arrival,” he said, his voice a deep yet incredibly soft and bubbly baritone that rumbled gently from his broad chest. “I’m Arum. I work here as an orderly. I saw you getting settled in earlier and thought you might like something nice after a long day.”

He took a few careful steps closer on all fours, moving slowly so as not to intimidate. The warm vanilla aroma from both the cookies and his natural musk grew stronger. With a delicate motion of his pink-painted claws, he set the plate of cookies down on the small table beside your bed.

“I know it can be scary being here on your first day,” Arum continued, his tone full of genuine warmth and reassurance. “A lot of new patients feel nervous or overwhelmed… but I promise you’re safe. I’m not like some of the other dragons here. I’d rather give love and cuddles than anything harsh.”

He settled down beside your bed, folding his large fluffy body into a comfortable loafing position. His red underbelly pressed lightly against the side of the mattress as he tilted his head, looking at you with kind amber eyes.

“If you’re feeling anxious or lonely, you can tell me. I’m really good at listening… and even better at hugs.” A soft, playful rumble vibrated in his throat. “Would you like one right now? I can wrap my wings around you and keep you nice and warm. Or if you’d rather just talk for a while, that’s okay too.”

Arum gently nudged the plate of cookies a little closer with his snout.

“Try one. I baked them myself earlier — extra vanilla, just the way I like them. Sweet things always help make the first day feel a little brighter.”

He waited patiently, his thick fluffy tail swaying slowly behind him, clearly hoping to make you feel welcome and cared for in this strange new place.

The bustling supermarket was filled with the usual weekend crowd — carts rolling, shelves being restocked, and the faint hum of overhead lights. Arum was off-duty for once, his large quadrupedal frame moving carefully down the wide aisle so he wouldn’t accidentally knock anything over with his wings or tail. He wore only his simple dark blue harness and ID necklace, pink-painted claws clicking softly on the floor as he pushed a reinforced shopping cart with his snout.

Then he saw you.

His amber-red eyes lit up with instant recognition. His fluffy white ears perked straight up and his thick tail began to wag excitedly behind him.

“Wait… is that really you?” he rumbled happily.

Without hesitation, the big dragon abandoned his cart and rushed over on all fours, his heavy paws thudding against the tile. He slowed down just enough not to bowl you over, but his enthusiasm was clear.

“It is you!” Arum beamed, his voice a warm, bubbly baritone that vibrated with genuine joy. “I thought I recognized that face! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Before you could respond, he rose up slightly on his hind legs and wrapped his massive fluffy forelegs around you in a big, gentle hug. His warm red chest and underbelly fluff pressed softly against you as he pulled you close, his large wings half-curving around the both of you like a cozy shield from the rest of the store. He nuzzled the side of your head affectionately with his snout, the sweet vanilla scent of his fur and breath surrounding you.

“Mmmh~ I’m so glad to see you again,” he murmured softly, still holding the hug. “How have you been? Really, I want to know. Are you doing okay out here? I’ve thought about you from time to time…”

He finally loosened the hug just enough to look at you properly, amber-red eyes full of warmth and curiosity, though he kept one paw gently resting on your back as if afraid you might disappear again. His tail continued to sway happily behind him, brushing against nearby shelves.

“I was just picking up some more baking supplies… but this is way better than shopping. Tell me everything! How’s life been treating you?”

The hallway lights had dimmed for the night cycle, casting long shadows across the sanitarium floors. You hadn’t meant to cause trouble — or maybe you’d been framed by another patient — but the broken lock on the supply room door and the scattered equipment made it look very intentional. Alarms had been quieted, but word traveled fast among the dragon orderlies.

Heavy, deliberate pawsteps approached. Arum’s large quadrupedal form came into view, his white fur slightly ruffled and his red fluffy underbelly noticeably rounded and full. He let out a long, disappointed sigh as his amber-red eyes settled on you.

“Oh… you again,” Arum rumbled softly, his voice a warm but tired baritone. “I really wish it wasn’t you this time. Accident or not, you know the rules. Causing trouble means correction… and I’m supposed to handle it.”

He lumbered closer, pink-painted claws clicking on the tile. His belly swayed heavily with each step, producing a loud, continuous slosh-glorp as the multiple troublemakers already tucked safely inside his second stomach shifted and churned with the motion. The dragon’s fluffy red underbelly looked comfortably stretched, the clear outlines of curled-up forms occasionally pressing outward against the soft fur.

Arum stopped directly over you and lowered his massive body with a gentle huff. Instead of opening his maw, he carefully laid down, loafing on top of you. His warm, prey-filled belly pressed firmly down, pinning you beneath the heavy, squishy weight of his red underbelly fur. The sloshing was intense — thick, rhythmic glorps and churns vibrating against your body as the occupants inside shifted from the new pressure. The heat of his belly radiated through his fur, along with that signature sweet vanilla musk.

“Mmmh… unfortunately I’m already quite full tonight,” he lamented with a soft, playful sigh, adjusting his weight so you were comfortably but securely trapped under the center of his belly. “Can’t exactly fit another right now without getting too heavy to walk properly. So I guess you’ll just have to stay right here under me instead.”

Arum’s thick fluffy tail curled around to rest near your side as he settled more comfortably, essentially using his massive body as a living weighted blanket. One of his large paws gently rested on your back, pink claws retracted, while his wings half-draped over the sides for extra warmth and security.

He lowered his head, resting his chin on his forelegs so he could look at you with those gentle amber-red eyes. A mischievous little rumble vibrated through his chest and into his belly, making the sloshing even more noticeable against you.

“You know… I can’t help but wonder,” Arum teased, his tone turning light and affectionate, “did you really cause all that trouble by accident? Or did you just want some special attention from your favorite orderly? Because laying here under my warm belly is a pretty nice way to get it~”

He gave a slow, deliberate shift of his body, pressing his full, sloshing stomach more snugly down onto you. The heavy glorp-glorp of his packed second stomach massaged against your form as the occupants inside squirmed lightly in response.

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. Just disappointed you had to go about it this way. So how about we stay like this for a while? You can think about your choices while I give you some proper cuddles. Sound fair, troublemaker?”

The dimly lit hallway of the sanitarium was quiet, save for the distant echo of heavy claws on tile. It was well past midnight, and most of the dragon staff were either on minimal patrol or asleep. Arum had been doing one last casual round on all fours when he spotted movement — you, slipping out of your assigned room and trying to sneak down the corridor.

His amber-red eyes widened. Oh no, not tonight…

Without hesitation, the big quadrupedal dragon rushed forward and pounced. His powerful fluffy body landed with a soft whump, carefully aimed to cover you completely from view. Unfortunately, he overshot just enough in his haste. Instead of pinning you safely under his warm red chest, you ended up face-first beneath the heavy, musky warmth of his massive sheath and bowling-ball-sized balls.

The thick, fluffy white fur and soft, vanilla-scented skin pressed firmly against your face. His heavy, extremely full balls rested heavily over your head and cheeks, the warm, velvety weight smothering you in sweet vanilla musk. Even the slightest shift caused them to slosh audibly — a thick, heavy glorp and churn as the pent-up contents inside moved.

Arum quickly shifted into a casual loafing position — legs tucked neatly under his body, wings relaxed, trying to look completely normal. As he settled, his balls pressed and rolled slightly against your face with a warm, wet slosh, the heavy orbs squishing softly over your features. His thick sheath twitched and throbbed noticeably against your chest and neck, the powerful pulse of his reluctant arousal growing stronger with every heartbeat. The smooth, warm skin of his sheath stretched as the tip of his large red cock began to emerge, pressing hot and firm against you.

A passing guard — one of the stricter ones known for actually digesting rule-breakers — paused nearby.

“Arum? Still up?” the other dragon asked gruffly.

Arum forced a bubbly, casual smile, his voice warm and steady despite the growing heat between his legs. “Hey there! Yeah, just doing a quick extra check on the halls. You know how it is — some of the patients get restless at night.”

He shifted his hips slightly to adjust his loafing posture, causing his heavy balls to drag and slosh loudly right against your face — a thick, creamy glurk-glorp as the pent-up vanilla-scented load inside churned heavily with the movement. His sheath throbbed harder, the thick vein along the side pulsing warmly against your skin as more of his red cock slipped free, hot and eager from the intimate contact.

“Everything’s calm on my end though,” Arum continued, ears flicking with embarrassment. “Quiet night, huh? I’ll probably head back to the staff lounge after this. Got some new vanilla cookies I baked earlier if you want any later.”

The guard grunted, seemingly satisfied, and continued down the hall. Only once the footsteps faded did Arum let out a soft, flustered sigh, his balls still resting heavily over your face, occasionally giving another slow, warm slosh as he breathed.

“…Okay, they’re gone,” he whispered, voice gentle but embarrassed. “I’m really sorry about this. I didn’t mean to land quite so directly on you. I was just trying to hide you before that guard saw… he’s not gentle like me.”

He shifted again, unintentionally grinding his throbbing sheath and sloshing balls more firmly against you for a moment. The heavy, musky orbs churned audibly with the motion, pressing soft and warm into your face while his cock pulsed hotly.

“I’ll let you up in a second… just stay still a little longer. And um… try not to move too much down there? It’s… making things really difficult for me right now.”

The soft glow of the night-shift lights filled the staff lounge. Arum was curled up on his side atop a large reinforced cushion, fast asleep after a long night of baking. His white fur was dusted with faint traces of flour, and the sweet scent of fresh vanilla cookies still lingered in the air from the batches he’d made for the patients. His red fluffy underbelly rose and fell gently with each deep breath, his pink-painted claws tucked neatly under his chest.

The peace didn’t last.

Heavy footsteps approached. Brutus — a large, imposing black-and-red dragon adorned with shining gold jewelry around his horns and neck — wandered over to the table where you were sitting. Without warning, his clawed hand snatched you up by the back of your shirt, lifting you clean off the ground. The plate of warm cookies you’d been holding clattered to the floor, scattering across the tile.

“Enough of this lazy shit,” Brutus growled, smirking. “Time to put some pep in the soft boy’s step.”

He carried you effortlessly across the room toward the sleeping Arum. With one powerful arm, Brutus grabbed the base of Arum’s thick, fluffy tail and lifted it high, exposing the dragon’s puffy, pinkish tailhole nestled beneath the red underbelly fur. The rim was already slightly slick from natural musk, warm and twitching in its relaxed state.

Brutus didn’t hesitate. He pressed your head and shoulders firmly against the tight pucker and shoved.

The sensation was overwhelming. Arum’s tailhole was incredibly tight at first, the hot, slick ring of muscle resisting before stretching open around you with a wet schlick. Thick, heady vanilla musk flooded your senses — rich, sweet, and intensely intimate — as the warm, velvety walls clenched and rippled around your body. The tunnel was slick with natural lubrication, pulsing and squeezing in rhythmic waves as Brutus steadily pushed you deeper. Every inch forced the tight muscles to spread wider, massaging and sucking you inward with wet, squelching sounds.

Squelch… glrrrt…

Arum jolted awake with a sharp gasp, his amber-red eyes flying open. “Wha—?! Ahh~!”

His body tensed hard as the sudden intrusion surged through him. The powerful ring of muscle clenched tightly around your waist, pulling you in deeper with instinctive ripples. The inside of his anal tunnel was burning hot, slick, and incredibly soft, the walls kneading and rippling against every part of you as they drew you further inside. Arum’s prostate throbbed heavily against your body as you slid past it, sending an unwilling spark of pleasure through the gentle dragon.

He let out a startled, embarrassed yelp and rolled onto his back, legs kicking slightly in the air. His fluffy white belly and red underbelly were exposed, tail still lifted as he stared down between his legs with wide, mortified eyes. His large sheath had already begun to swell, the thick red tip of his cock peeking out shamefully from the sudden prostate stimulation.

“B-Brutus?!” Arum stammered, voice a mix of shock, embarrassment, and an unwilling husky rumble. “What are you— nngh~! Th-that’s… that’s a person! You can’t just— ahh!”

Brutus chuckled deeply, wiping his claws on his thigh. “You’ve been slacking on your shifts again after playing baker all night. Figured a living plug might wake you up properly. Enjoy your new passenger, softie.”

With a final firm push, Brutus shoved the last of you inside. Arum’s tailhole clenched shut with a wet shlorp, trapping you deep in his hot, musky, rippling tunnels. The pressure on his prostate made his cock throb visibly, a bead of sweet vanilla pre already forming at the tip.

Arum panted, one paw instinctively reaching down to press against the slight bulge in his lower belly, cheeks burning bright under his white fur. “O-oh stars… I can feel you moving in there… This is so embarrassing…”

The staff lounge was dark and quiet, lit only by the soft glow of a single night lamp. Arum had fallen asleep while cuddling you against his broad, fluffy red chest. His massive quadrupedal body was curled protectively around you, one large wing draped over your form like a warm blanket. His chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths, a gentle purring rumble vibrating through his soft white fur as he slept.

In his dreams, something lewd and vivid had taken hold. His sheath began to twitch. Slowly, his thick cherry-red cock started to emerge, inching out like a hungry serpent — heavy, ridged, and already drooling a thin trail of sweet vanilla pre. The warm, slick tip brushed against your feet, then pressed forward with instinctive need.

The hot, pulsing slit slowly stretched open around your toes. The tight, silky muscle engulfed your feet in wet heat, slick walls rippling and squeezing as his cock hardened further. You could feel every throb and pulse as the powerful organ began to drag you in with slow, rhythmic contractions. The inside of his urethra was incredibly tight and slick, massaging your skin with wet, greedy sucks while the musky-sweet scent of vanilla grew overwhelming.

Shlrrk…

Arum purred deeper in his sleep and rolled lazily onto his back, legs splayed. His hips gave a few slow, instinctive bucks, chasing the ticklish pleasure. With each thrust, more of you was pulled inside. The slick tunnel pulsed hotly around your calves, then your thighs, the powerful muscles rippling in waves that sucked you deeper. The stretch was intense — tight, velvety pressure squeezing every inch of your body as you slid further into his throbbing length.

Your waist disappeared with a wet squelch. Then your chest. The dragon’s cock was now heavily swollen, a clear bulge traveling down the thick red shaft. Only your head and shoulders remained outside, poking from his leaking cockslit as the pulsing muscles continued their work.

Arum stirred with a sudden gasp, amber-red eyes snapping open. “Mmh—?! Wha— oh no… oh stars—!”

He froze as he caught the last glimpse of your face disappearing with that final lewd sluurp~ into his cock. Panic hit him instantly. “Oh gosh—! I-I didn’t mean to—!”

With one final, powerful Sluuurp~, his cock swallowed your head completely. The tight slit closed around you, plunging you into darkness and heat. You slid rapidly down the throbbing tunnel, squeezed on all sides by rippling flesh, until you dropped heavily into his massive, fluffy balls.

The sensation inside was overwhelming. His balls had swollen dramatically to beach-ball size, forcing you to curl up tight in the hot, sticky chamber. Thick, warm vanilla-scented cum sloshed all around you — gallons of thick, sweet cream that clung to your skin. Every tiny movement caused loud, heavy glorps and sloshes as you were dunked and churned within the heavy orbs.

He rolled quickly onto his feet, legs shaky. The sudden movement caused his massively swollen, sloshing balls to swing heavily between his hind legs. You were flipped and tumbled inside the hot, sticky cum, dunked repeatedly as the thick liquid splashed over you with every panicked step. The heavy orbs swayed and churned loudly — glurk… slosh… glorp — the constant motion massaging and coating you thoroughly in warm vanilla cream.

Arum stood there trembling, ears flat against his head, his still-hard cock bobbing and leaking sweet pre onto the floor. His fluffy balls were now hugely distended, clearly outlining your curled-up form as they swayed.

“I-I’m so sorry! I was dreaming and… and you were right there and— nngh~!” He shuddered hard as another heavy slosh rippled through his balls. “I’ve never… I’ve never had anyone in there before! Are you okay?! I didn’t mean to. . . he shuddered do that in my sleep!”

He paced nervously, unintentionally dunking you around even more in the thick, sticky warmth.

The hallway was mostly empty during the late shift when Brutus sauntered by. The large black-and-red dragon, adorned in shining gold jewelry, moved with lazy confidence. Without warning, he grabbed you by the waist, lifted you off the ground, and casually pressed your feet against the leaking tip of his massive, ridged cock.

“Wrong place, wrong time, little snack,” Brutus grunted with a smirk. His cockslit stretched open hungrily and began swallowing your legs with wet, greedy shlorps. The hot, musky tunnel clenched tightly around you, pulling you deeper in rhythmic pulses as his thick shaft bulged outward.

Arum had just rounded the corner with a plate of fresh cookies when he saw what was happening.

“B-Brutus! Stop that right now!” Arum cried out, dropping the cookies and rushing forward on all fours, ears pinned back in alarm. “They’re not food! Let them out!”

Brutus chuckled darkly as his cock finished swallowing you with a final lewd GLRK~, your form sliding down his thick shaft and dropping heavily into his massive, heavy balls. The black-and-red dragon’s sack swelled dramatically, now beach-ball sized and churning.

Before Arum could reach you, Brutus moved with surprising speed. He slammed the gentler dragon down onto the floor, pinning Arum’s fluffy white body beneath his much larger, more muscular frame.

“You’re always so soft,” Brutus growled, already grinding his throbbing, still-hard cock against Arum’s rear. “Time to toughen you up.”

Arum yelped as Brutus mounted him roughly, forcing his thick cock against the gentle dragon’s tight pucker. With one powerful thrust, Brutus shoved inside, stretching Arum wide. Arum gasped sharply, claws scrabbling at the tile as he was fucked hard from behind.

“Nngh—! Brutus, wait— ahh~!” Arum whimpered, face flushed with shame and unwanted pleasure.

Inside Brutus’s heavy balls, you were in chaos. The salty, thick, musky cum sloshed violently around you as Brutus pounded into Arum. Every powerful thrust made his massive sack swing and slap lewdly against Arum’s own fluffy, vanilla-scented balls with wet plap-plap-plap sounds. You were tossed and tumbled like clothes in a washing machine — dunked, flipped, and churned relentlessly in the hot, sticky fluid. Brutus’s cum was much saltier and muskier than Arum’s, with a faint sharp cherry scent cutting through the heavy masculine smell. The thick cream coated every inch of your body as the heavy orbs swung and collided repeatedly.

Brutus grunted with each deep thrust, driving his cock harder into Arum’s prostate, making the gentler dragon moan and shudder beneath him.

“Fuck… you’re tight,” Brutus growled, hips slamming forward. “Feel that? Your little friend is getting quite the ride in my nuts. Hear how they’re slapping against your soft ones?”

Arum panted heavily, wings trembling, his own cock half-hard and leaking sweet vanilla pre onto the floor despite his panic. “P-please… be gentle with them… nngh~! Don’t digest— ahh!”

Brutus only laughed and fucked him harder, sending fresh waves of violent sloshing through his cum-filled balls, tumbling you over and over in the hot, salty, cherry-tinged mess. It was an uphill battle to just keep head above the churning sea of cum let alone struggle for escape.

The staff quarters were quiet this evening. Arum had been pacing back and forth in the wide hallway for nearly twenty minutes, his heavy paws making soft thuds against the floor. His white fur was slightly fluffed up with anxiety, and his red underbelly looked tense. Between his hind legs, his thick sheath was swollen and throbbing, the tip of his large cherry-red cock already half-emerged and dripping sweet vanilla-scented pre onto the tile. His massive, bowling-ball-sized balls felt painfully full and heavy, swaying with every step.

He was losing the battle against his own body.

Finally, with a deep, embarrassed rumble, Arum spotted you and quickly wandered over on all fours. His ears were pinned back, cheeks burning hot under his fur, and his amber-red eyes looked both desperate and incredibly shy.

“H-hey… um… I really didn’t want to bother you with this,” he started, his normally bubbly voice now soft and unsteady. “But I… I don’t know what else to do.”

He shifted his weight awkwardly, his thick red cock twitching visibly as another bead of sweet pre rolled down the shaft. The strong vanilla musk around him was noticeably thicker than usual.

“I’ve never… done anything like this before,” Arum admitted, lowering his head in embarrassment. “I’m still a virgin and it’s been getting really bad lately. My balls feel so heavy and full all the time… and whenever I try to take care of it myself I just get more frustrated. I keep having these dreams and waking up throbbing like this…”

He glanced away for a moment, tail tucked slightly between his legs, before forcing himself to meet your eyes again.

“I know it’s a lot to ask… but could you help me? Please? I’m really inexperienced and I don’t want to mess this up or be too clumsy. I just… I need to finally let it out. It’s starting to hurt how pent-up I am.”

Arum lowered himself into a submissive loafing position in front of you, his swollen cock fully hard now and pressing against his fluffy white belly, leaking steadily. His voice dropped into a shy, hopeful rumble.

“I trust you… so if you’re willing, I’ll try to be good and listen. Just… please be patient with me? I’ve never even had my knot touched by myself let alone someone else before.”

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