human dragon rider who serves as an ambassador to a local elven government, who immediately finds that they’re a lot more… open, sexually.
he starts getting his ass slapped teasingly basically the second he’s off the dragon and as he gets further into the capital city he gets propositioned by entirely nude elves with increasing regularity
they keep calling him zhu olu’och with wolfish smirks and he keeps asking what it means and no one will tell him until another human visitor laughs and tells him it just means dragon rider
when he explains it, he entirely omits the preposition in the phrase that changes the meaning to ridden by dragon, but come on, every single person in the city can tell
he gets to the castle and asks about his living quarters and they take him to the dragon stables with full seriousness. he just sets up in there because he doesn’t want to be rude
he meets with the elven king in a comfortable sitting room and the king keeps tossing stylized dragon plushies at him. he asks why they put him in the stables and the king just says “we heard you feel at home around dragons and wanted you to be comfortable”
he’s settling down in the stables for the night and the dragon in the adjacent stall keeps peeping over the wall at him and very visibly mentally undressing him
he gets up in the morning and goes to get breakfast and the dragons he walks past keep pointedly rubbing against him and making a point to sniff and lick at his clothes
this is all canon now
even the elves who don’t have good senses of smell are starting to notice because he smells so strongly of dragon musk that it’s starting to become actively distracting to other dragons
even the ones who don’t know about this little human’s reputation are ending up in a room with him and suddenly are incredibly interested in finding out how his insides feel, and said reputation is RAPIDLY spreading
he can only hide from meetings for so long and he’s sitting in there trying to get comfortable on the hard wooden chairs and his ass is so sore that he’s trying to squirm subtly and not succeeding at all. the king notices and offers him a cushion
some elf flashes him in the street and says it’d make him less sore after, and multiple elves of varying genders have offered to “distract” him from the soreness (all with genuine admiration)
he’s so fucking ashamed because he literally doesn’t have the self-control to NOT be fucking the dragons. it’s entirely consensual every time. every single time he thinks “maybe i shouldn’t do this” the head between his legs entirely overrules the one between his ears and he wakes up wrapped in velvety wings and a powerful tail again the next morning.
meanwhile, every single elf he confides to about this thinks it’s gnarly as fuck and offer him tips to get less sore and get deeper, which he takes but acts like he won’t use. he uses them. the most embarrassing part is they really help
