I watched as the villager nodded his head. "Fine. Follow me if you want." the dragon said. They walked over to the dragon's home. He got undressed like normal. Unlike normal, he looked at him and asked a question. "What is your name, human? You're clearly the most persistent pest in the valley. More than all of the other weaklings, at least." The young man's name was Aydin. The dragon got comfortable on the bed and nodded his head. It was time for the human to try to get the spear. Since he had the answer, he did not need to beat around the bush. He had been doing that kind of blind groping for months. Aydin began to finger the blue genital slit. The dragon just sighed on his place on the bed. He did not say anything. All he did was shift his position on the bed to get himself more comfortable. The big dragon was not sexually interested in human males. However, it was simply not possible for him to not react when his genitals were directly stimulated. I saw him get wet over time. His breathing got a bit deeper. After an hour of heavy petting, Aydin began to finger the dragon. He moaned.
Researching on the FOG forums, I found something interesting. Sexual compatibility with NPCs had to do with the amount of opinion that they had for each other. Their number of encounters also mattered. Aydin had just been using his time to explore the dragon's body while he was naked. The black dragon was worked open. Aydin had all day to do what he wanted unlike Manuel. Aydin was reverent and respectful. Manuel was way too heated over the situation. That did not give him any favors. The gentle village continued to finger him. The black dragon's hips twitched and lifted up to meet the fingers. He was already biting down on his shirt hard enough to rip it. All of the sensitivity of the muscles were working against him. With time, a dull blue glow began to appear from within his genital slit. Aydin's eyes widened in wonder. "I feel something!" he called out in excitement. The dragon's eyes went wide too. He was in total shock and disbelief. "No fucking way!!" he snarled. Aydin still had to go deeper in order to get a good hold of it. That only took another half an hour. Aydin grabbed a pommel.
Now that he had hold of it, Aydin had to pull it out. He had the spear, but there was still a stubborn black dragon on the bed that would fight tooth and nail against him. It was not only a matter of pride. The dragon did not want to give up his freedom. Certainly not for a human villager. Aydin had to tug on it hard. This was within a genital slit, so there was no way to get a good, two-handed grip on the spear. It was tight, wet and slippery inside the black dragon. He only had a single hand on the end of it. It would be a tough task. Aydin was not a big warrior either. All of them had long since given up on the spear since they could use their own weapons. Aydin was an artisan who made pottery. I did not think he had it in him. Not even a beastkin could do it using his brute strength. Still, there was nothing to do but try. Aydin tugged and pulled and yanked on the spear as best he could. That seemed to yield very slow progress. He eventually uncovered the pommel from the slit. The blue glow gained intensity. I could see it. Aydin was now able to place both of his hands on it. He pulled on the spear more.