Teasing Out His First: A Dragon’s Sweet Purity Lost

By Alis Mitsy

Andros is a dragon and a dragon who does not understand the ways of love in his young life as yet, turning to the services of a brothel so that he may have his first time and learn what it is to be a lover and have a mate. The dragon norm is for a male and a female to pair up but there's a difference between them and those who prefer partners of the same sex. Yet he is determined and nothing has stopped the drake yet.

And Konnor is the best of the best, a dark-skinned stud who knows that he's good. After all, why else would his client book be so full if he was not so good? And that is precisely why Andros chooses him, the dragon giving himself over to the man to take his purity from him.

This is the story of one dragon and the man who makes him a drake, becoming more than he was, unburdened by the terrors of the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: Jul 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463826904

Alis Mitsy

An author set to bring your fantasies to life and more. I have been writing erotica since 2011 and am ever set to improve my craft, exploring kinks that are new to me, all for your reading pleasure.Fancy something a little more personal? Do you want a tale written with you as the star or another character of your creation in the erotic spotlight?I am currently open for commission work beginning at a rate of 30 GBP per 1000 words and occasionally have special offers running too for mini-stories. Please contact [e-mail] for further details.

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Teasing Out His First

A Dragon’s Sweet Purity Lost

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2018.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Konnor moaned, though the moan was more for the ears of the man with his cock buried in his backside than anything else. He was more of a silent lover when left to his own devices but he’d had that particular client in his room many times before – long enough, at least, to know what Steven (a fake name, of course) liked and didn’t like. For a quickie before the man hustled off on his night out, he really didn’t need any more than that.

Hair curls at the nape of his neck in dark slivers of sweat as he grunted, knees spread around Steven’s hips. Gods, the man was thick! He would have been hard to take if Konnor was not such a skilled lover but that was why he was at the centre itself, sometimes called a brothel, although that drew on seedier undertones. Konnor was a skilled lover and, even if he did say so himself, he was good at what he did.

Why, some would even say he was the best!

His dark skin glistened with sweat, a sultry cocoa shade that belayed his ancestors, though he was proud of how he looked. Sometimes, when he went about his work, people would want to be with him just for his skin colour, having a fetish for that. That, in itself, was weird and discomfiting and they couldn’t always be vetted for such a strange nuance before passing the front desk, although it was not often that Konnor found himself having to deal with such a person in the heat of the moment. Steven, a rugged individual who looked like