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Draconicon's Welcome Home

For Drakehavok

By Draconicon

No matter his magical power, no matter how many times he took a trip out of the country, Draconicon always returned far more exhausted than he left. The black dragon stumbled out of the taxi cab, barely remembered to hand back money for the fare, and turned back to his house. The lights were already on, and he groaned to himself.

"Better be Havok. I swear, if someone wants to start trouble, I...God, I just hope it's Havok..."

He walked up the stone path to the front door, pushed it open with a little spell, and as it opened up, he saw a flicker of black and white lace. The black dragon groaned, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him, before clearing his throat.

"Alright, come out where I can see you."

For a moment, silence, then the thump-thump of bare feet on hardwood floors caught his attention. He smiled to himself, leaning back against the door as a shadow spilled into the hallway. It was all sorts of frilly, and he knew that it was safe. Nobody would be here dressed like that, except for -

"Welcome home, sir."

Havok. Draconicon's smile got wider as the white dragon finally stepped into the light, wearing a figure-hugging maid's dress. The lace barely went low enough to cover the other dragon's backside, and at the front was a playful cock that was already rising. He smiled in greeting, waving at his hypnotized servant.

"Glad that you were here to greet me. I need something to relax."

"Oh, I'm glad I was able to be here, sir. It's been so long since you've been around."

"Well, I was on a trip. But I'm back now."

"Wonderful! I'm so glad to have you back. Come on, let's get you to the living room."

It was nice to have a little support after traveling for almost twelve hours. Even when sitting down in a plane, it was hard to get the right level of comfort to actually rest, and the taxi had been rickety and bumpy as all hell. Having someone take his arm and help him along was just...perfect. He smiled, patting Havok on the arm as he was half-led to the living room, and he smiled as he sat down in his recliner. The white dragon even pulled the lever, putting his feet up so he could relax.

"That's great. Thank you."

"Would you like a little more, sir?"

"Heh...You know just what I like, Havok."

Particularly since the hypnosis session a few weeks before he'd left. The white dragon had been little more than a friend before, albeit one with some benefits, but a few little tweaks to his mind had resulted in quite the perverted roommate...and maid...and slut, for that matter.

The black dragon gestured down to his feet, and Havok immediately knelt down at the edge of the recliner. Quick fingers undid the dragon's laces, and his shoes were quickly thrown back to the hallway. His socks came off just as fast, and with that -

"Mmmm, sir, it's been too long since I had a good look at your feet. They're beautiful. So big, and slick, and sexy..."

"You know the way to get me excited, Havok. Now, do what you love doing. Get in there and take a few sniffs."

The white dragon did just that, and Draconicon barely held back a chuckle at the sight of his friend's bulging cock. It was sticking right past the skirt of the dress, impossible to miss. As soon as Havok took a sniff of his feet, the tip of that dick dampened, dripping down to the floor below. He smirked, leaning back and crossing his hands over his lap to enjoy the pure submission of his little maid.

Hehehe, he really does look like he belongs there, like this, he thought as he watched his friend drag his nose up and down his soles. Just obsessed, even before I worked him over. Sniff away, my friend...sniff away.

Hot, puffing breaths washed over his soles, and he could feel the air passing between his toes when Havok started sniffing around them. The white dragon moaned, his fingers grabbing the black dragon's ankle tightly as he pushed himself forward, almost flattening his muzzle against his feet. Draconicon smirked, shifting back and forth as he felt his cock slowly growing upwards, slowly getting harder under his hands.

"Heh, you miss my scent, little dragon?"

"So much, sir. I wanted it all day, every day that you were gone. I love your foot musk."

"Heh, then let's make it all you can smell."

Draconicon shifted his position, pressing his toes against Havok's nose. He was just able to make out a smile on the smaller dragon's face as he curled his toes, and on the next breath, his maid just about collapsed. He was moaning, shivering, barely holding himself upright by leaning forward, and Draconicon smiled at the slight increased weight against his foot. Much more of that, and he was half-sure that Havok's face would flatten out from all the pressure he was putting on.

He didn't let go, forcing the other dragon to take in his foot musk. He saw it in his friend's eyes. They were slowly fading, going blank, drifting off as his maid took that musk deep into themselves. Not quite a trance, but close enough, and he could almost hear the droplets of pre hitting the ground.

"You are just a helpless foot slut at heart, aren't you?"

"Mmmm..."

"Hehehe, alright."

He loosened the grip of his toes, enough to let the white dragon pull back. Not much, but enough to actually be able to move his mouth.

"I think you've gotten enough of the scent alone. Time for you to start washing my feet. Get licking, little dragon. I want to feel that tongue everywhere..."

That was just what he got. No sooner had he commanded it than Havok had that tongue out, flicking up and down along the black dragon's feet. Draconicon leaned his head back, sighing softly as he enjoyed the feeling of that slippery appendage working from his heel all the way to his toes, and then back down again. Almost instantly, he felt the sweaty feeling on the bottom of his feet disappearing, fading away as it was all licked clean.

It wasn't just for him, of course. He could hear the moans from underfoot, the way that Havok wanted more, begged for more with each and every panting gasp. The white dragon's cock would be hard as a rock from this, he knew from experience, and if he gave the maid the slightest bit of permission, there'd be so much humping of his feet that he'd be able to skate around the house for the rest of the night.

Heh, but not tonight, he thought. Tonight, it's all about me.

He wiggled his toes, fanning his scent down at the smaller dragon, and felt that tongue tremble, almost like it was shivering against his foot. The light vibrations made him chuckle, and he pressed his foot down more firmly, smothering Havok's face.

"I want to feel more licking, Havok. You're slowing down."

"Mmmph...yes, yes, sir..."

White claws grabbed his foot, holding it still as Havok dragged his tongue up and down. Not so light anymore, but long, slow licks, each one firm enough to feel almost like a massage as well as a tongue bath. He groaned, slouching further into his armchair, enjoying the feeling of worshipful licking.

His foot was almost slimy with spit by the time that Havok slipped over to the other one, starting right away with his deep, firm licking rather than continuing with the soft, lapping tonguing. Draconicon smiled to himself, closing his eyes as his cock throbbed, begging for attention. He gave it a few little rubs, but he didn't pull it out, nor did he start jerking it off through his pants. Instead, he just focused on the feeling of worship and submission at his feet, the wonderful sensation of someone that had been waiting for him, who'd been honestly eager to welcome him home, and enjoyed it.

"Mmm, you do a good job for me, Havok. I almost wonder if you'd be like this without the hypnosis. But you don't really mind it anymore, do you?"

"Mmm, no sir. I like being your servant."

"My maid, I think."

"Mmm, I like that too."

"As you should, my little foot licker. As you should."

That tongue worked between his toes, gathering up all the residual sweat that was left behind there before moving to the toes themselves. Draconicon chuckled as he felt them getting sucked on, knowing that he could get much more than that sucked if he really wanted. Havok was that deep into hypnosis that he would do whatever he was told, loving whatever it was to the fullest extent that he could. The commands were that strong.

Hmmm, should I take him upstairs and fuck him next? the dragon considered, tapping his chin in thought. Or have him lay down while I sit on his face, let him work that tongue somewhere deeper? Or maybe I'll let him have a little reward...

The last seemed the most fitting. After all, slipping into a dress, keeping his house clean, being there to meet him without having a clear meeting time: all of that deserved some recognition. The dragon pushed his servant away with his spit-slick foot, and pulled himself back to his feet.

"Follow me."

He walked through the halls, almost slipping twice, until they reached his bedroom. Draconicon didn't bother with dignity. Instead, he pulled off his pants, took off his shirt, and flopped down on the bed in nothing but a pair of briefs. He lifted his feet up a bit, pressing them together to form a little tunnel at the arches.

"Get on the bed and rub my back. If you're good, I'll let you hump this until you cum."

He needed no further reward. Havok was on the bed and rubbing his back in seconds, and he indulged the white dragon by putting his feet exactly where the maid wanted them. Chuckling, he closed his eyes, relaxing as his back got rubbed and his feet got...massaged.

The End