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With a great whumphf, the sky blue dragon was pinned to the smooth sand at the edge of the beach. The sound caused a nearby flock of seagulls to take to the skies in fright with a rush of frantically flapping wings.

Teryx stared up at his aggressor, the black-furred and blue-maned Saleth known as Serou, who was now hunched over the dragon with a strong palm pressing on Teryx's chest to prevent him from getting up.

The waves chorused and crashed around them, reverberating loudly in a way which suited the tension of the situation. Teryx tried clutching at the palm on his chest, but Serou was too strong to overcome from this compromised position. The Saleth merely sneered at this futile attempt.

An attempt at grabbing a fistful of sand to toss at Serou's eyes did not work either, and instead resulted in Teryx's right wrist being pinned as well.

"I already told you," growled Teryx through gritted teeth. "I don't know where it is, and even if I did, I won't tell you!"

"That's quite all right." Serou lowered himself until his face was mere inches away from Teryx's. "There are certain ways to jolt one's memory, and there are certain methods to break one's will..."

Teryx struggled briefly once more, trying to prize his hand out of the Saleth's strong grip. "What... what are you going to do?"

Serou licked his lips as his eyes narrowed menacingly. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough, this I promise."

The hand on Teryx's chest opened flat. A warmth which nevertheless gave him the chills spread through his chest and into every part of his body. For a brief, mad moment he felt as if he were viewing his aggressor from within some sort of wind tunnel, the air around them hazy and trembling with some strange power. The rain dragon knew a great deal about magic, but this...

This made it seem like all of reality was coming apart like some old, moth-eaten cloth.

His view of Serou filled with static, and his sense of body began to distort. Teryx felt like someone was pulling on him, lifting him... even though he hadn't moved an inch. Now, it seemed, he was going entirely immobile: he couldn't so much as move a muscle.

Serou, of course, knew exactly what was going on. It was simply his Echo technique at work.

Teryx felt something like a shiver running down his spine, and then all sensation stopped. From there, the rain dragon's consciousness entered a strange and unsettling state. It was a feeling like being asleep, but still with a vague awareness of the nothingness that passed the time between sensations.

He didn't know it, but this darkness was a carefully crafted place within Serou's mindscape. A place assembled to confuse, and to dominate, any mind that was drawn in and imprisoned there.

Teryx began to feel things... sensations.

They were pleasant.

The feeling of blood rushing through muscle... the firming up of a lustful shaft. The sound of a quiet, submissive moaning...his moaning, the sound of his own voice pleading for someone to take him and plough him.

This was not right... that wasn't... he wasn't saying that! But why did it feel so good? Why did it feel so... arousing, to hear himself begin to beg for sex?

The flickers of sensation lengthened, and he gained enough perspective to feel that he was standing. When Teryx looked down at "himself," however, he beheld dark, muscular abs... Serou's abs, flanked by two grasping arms that held the dragon's body prone.

Teryx watched in first person as Serou's body dominated the rain dragon's own, which lay passive and aroused beneath him. The Saleth's erect shaft was already pushing into Teryx's tailhole... and that entering felt so good. Teryx was so tight, and Serou's shaft was feeling so many pleasurable sensations as it speared its way inside.

The rain dragon's body continued to welcome the advances of its master, mindlessly enthralled and lacking any sense of self without the stolen spark of soul that Serou had tucked away within his own flesh.

Serou was so hollow... so roomy. He had annihilated so much of himself in the process of imprisoning others. Teryx understood that much now, at least. He felt himself expanding helplessly to fill that void, but with Serou's will controlling exactly where that privilege began and ended.

The sensations trickled down to nothing. There was a void again. No sight and no sensation -- just the lingering taste of pleasure promised and then withheld.

Then, a commanding thought-voice spoke in the darkness. Serou's inner voice, tormenting him and making him aware of the new truths of his existence.

See how much your body wants me... and how much your mind craves my body.

The sensations returned in heavier flashes, and that truth was undeniable. The strength of Serou's flesh felt so right and good from within it, with only the most pleasant pulses of sensation shown to Teryx's mind. Then there was the vigorousness of the shaft... the pent-up urges and the lust to dominate and to cum. Serou was such a strong male... like himself, but perhaps even stronger. The body worked to convince him of this, the self-importance of its material brain funneling hard into the dragon's psyche. Teryx found its wiles hard to resist even as he held them at bay on principle. All it might take could be a small lapse of concentration, and the sensations would sweep him back up again...

Ahh, but what sensations they were. Now he could see through Serou's eyes -- the way the Saleth's hand reached down to stroke the puppet dragon's cock, building up its need and stroking it in perfect rhythm with each deep thrust. Teryx couldn't escape the way the dragon's bowels felt so good around his -- no, around_Serou's_shaft.

Now there were no more subjective breaks in the stimulation: Serou had gripped him with a deeper control. What for the Saleth was a slow, very gradual thrusting and stroking in about two-second intervals was compressed for the dragon's consciousness into far less manageable, quarter-second jolts. It was as if his mind were a camera, having its lens repeatedly exposed to more and more sensuous sights. He might have run out of film... but his supply seemed more bottomless than his consciousness had the power to comprehend.

Pleasure. Tempting pleasure. Mind-twisting, unnaturally fast pleasure. Pleasure without escape and without mitigation, except in moments when Serou suddenly chose it withhold it -- at which point the absence of it felt like a desert of sensory torment.

Through the Saleth's eyes within this fast-forwarded slideshow of arousal, Teryx looked down again. He saw the thrusting of the hips -- saw his own body's pleasure. Flash after flash, moment after moment, his enthralled form was moaning and throbbing at the edge of bliss. The pleasure from Serou's body melded with these images in an increasingly deceptive way, making it seem to Teryx's captive mind as if he were back at home in his own skin... yes, back at home, and simply looking down upon himself and dreaming, feeling a pleasure which was only his own. In a haze of muddled thoughts, he felt his courage return. Surely he could defeat Serou even now. Surely he could one-up the man balls-deep in his rear by forcing him to cum first. Teryx's ass was no slouch, after all, and he could show a dick an impressive time when he put his mind to it.

"You can't make me submit..." Serou's voice groaned, the words sounding strange as Teryx found the coarser male's voice ringing as if it were his own.

Sensation increased. Teryx could feel his rear, the feeling in his muscles returning to him! He clenched them, growling and working, aiming to force that edging cock inside him straight over the edge.

Teryx felt confused when "his" ass muscles clenched at nothing. His shaft still felt trapped and warm and at its very peak but unable to get over. He looked down, and saw himself still throbbing there helplessly enthralled. His cock -- that cock that actually belonged to him -- it was right_there_, so perfectly ready to cum... he wanted to reach out and grasp it, to make it reach the peak as he had so many times in the past...

"His" hands would not budge. Serou's will forbade it. The arms might as well have been made of lead. The only option was to thrust the hips... and slowly. Agonizingly slowly... and to talk.

"Let me go!" Teryx said in Serou's voice. "Release me... let me release!!"

A wordless reply rushed through him: Serou's demanding will pressing against his own. Teryx felt compelled... it was so easy now. All he had to do was say the information, or even think the information. That one thing he had refused to tell. All he had to do was give in, and everything would release.

Teryx continued to struggle, but it only resulted in the torture of erotic edging continuing. His consciousness had no time to rest, only confusion and dreams of life at the cusp of ejaculation.

But he was strong! He was determined... he would not break... he would... he would...

He would do anything.

Anything.

Anything.

"Buried... the floating ruins offshore..." breathed the reverse-possessed one. "Fourth pillar on the left side's approach... lift the tile..."

The words poured out of him in honest submission. He felt the pleasure in "his" shaft flaring up and up as he spoke. Every word pushed him further, made the peak more achievable... so close, slipping toward the cliff inch by inch... and then...

A lapse.

Suddenly, Teryx opened his eyes in his own body again -- and shot his own load with wild force all over his own chest and belly. Thick ropes of dragon-seed stained the grooves of his muscles, dribbling all over his body with some of them splattering onto the sand; all while loud groans escaped involuntarily from his maw. His well-milked prostate poured forth every drop, giving all he had in one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.

All at the hands, dick, and magic of that loathsome man...

And meanwhile, Serou was laughing -- and growling in satisfaction -- as his own big load pumped into Teryx's bowels and spread warmth like some arousing potion. Spurt after spurt of the emission deposited into Teryx's depths, each jet as strong and rapid as the crashing waves behind them. For a few rare, relatively vulnerable moments, Serou's body arched over his conquest and visibly trembled in overwhelming pleasure.

"Heh, thanks for the tip, bitch," said Serou half a minute later as he pulled out. He walked away still soaked-cocked and dripping, classily three-quarters-hard, tall, and proud. His feet casually left their prints in the sand, departing from the struggle-tracked site of their fight.

Teryx stared at him, hatefully.

"Don't look at me like that," said Serou without looking back. "You didn't deserve to get to experience my body's orgasm."

Teryx silently vowed revenge, even while his spent body kept reeling from the force of his afterglow. He could barely move, and it was hard not to see the man walking away from him as anything but a master and source of pleasure.

Teryx gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and willed his warmly lingering imaginings of Serou's body to go away.