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Draconicon's Life Story

Banishment 2

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By Draconicon

He should have guessed. His sister was the only one that had sufficient power, knowledge, and motivation to push something like this before the seven archmages, and Drakina hadn't exactly kept her plans a secret. Draconicon had known that she would move against him eventually, but he thought that he had more time to prepare.

As the archmages held him in imprisoning light, the purple dragoness slowly strolled around him. Other than him, she was the only naked dragon in the room, but unlike him, she owned it. His sister smirked as she strutted about him, flaunting her body as if it were a magical shell, armor that protected her rather than lewdness that exposed her. She didn't seem to care that there were dozens of eyes on the pair of them. She only smiled more as she looked from him to the audience that they had.

This isn't going to end well, he thought, looking up at the other dragons and then back at his sister. If she's here...if she's the one that they are going to use to milk my magic away...then I'm going to go through hell.

Suddenly, a purple burst of light shot up from the floor. He stumbled backwards a step, only for the light of the archmages to freeze him again. Drakina stepped forward, her eyes glittering a deep red.

"Oh, brother, dear, why are you trying to run? You have to know it's hopeless."

"I didn't think they'd bring you into this."

"And why not? Don't I have the right to help my big brother with his banishment?"

The purple light solidified into a tendril, thin but lengthy, and he had a horrible feeling of just where it was going to go. Draconicon winced as his sister grabbed his still-throbbing cock, holding it tight around the base as the purple tendril approached. It swayed back and forth across the head of his cock, almost like a questing tongue or a curious snake, but he knew better.

"Mmph...just been waiting for your opportunity, is that it? Waiting for your chance to make me your bitch?"

"That, dear brother, is just a side benefit for me. Hold still, now."

He bit his lip as her tentacle struck, sliding down into his cock and slithering frantically as it moved. His cock throbbed, suddenly bulging outwards as her magic forced arousal on him, making his cock tense up and expand. It was already three inches across, but that tendril pushed it out by another inch, making his cock look insanely large on him. He panted as it wriggled, slithering all the way down, and he could just barely make out the shape of it through the top of his cock.

It glowed, too, giving a purple tint to his dark shaft, making it look like his sister had claimed it. He growled, shaking his head.

"You always were a devious one..."

"And you never knew when you had a good thing going, Drac."

The dragoness chuckled as she pumped his cock, and Draconicon did his best not to focus on the pleasure. But with the wriggling tendril still sliding down his cock, pushing down on his prostate before moving down to his balls, it was impossible. His cock throbbed all the harder, and her magic in his testicles only made them churn harder.

He panted, the magical restraints pulling his arms above his head and leaving him paralyzed in the middle of the courtroom. His sister's fingers continued to stroke him as his legs were pulled apart by the archmages' magic, his tail forced up as he was left a sexual prisoner to his sibling.

All the while, his pre oozed out to the ground. It dripped past the magical length that filled his cock, unhindered by that thing's presence, and pooled between his feet. He panted, moaned, shivered, his body tingling from head to toe as she worked him.

"Mmm, trying to hold out?"

"You think...I'm going to be easy for you?"

"Why not? You're going to be easy for everyone else."

"You can't...you won't break me that easily..."

"Who said that it'd be easy, my brother? I just want to see you break."

She squeezed the base of his cock, and he groaned in unwilling pleasure as she started stroking him harder, faster, leaning against his back and pressing her breasts firmly against his spine. It was like having one of his most eager students again, except that they'd always been under his control. His sister was anything but, particularly as her cock started throbbing against the back of his leg, grinding against his thigh, and then up to his ass.

She didn't push in, not yet, focusing more on the fact that she had his cock in her hand and how much she could do with it. Purple fingers danced along his cock, but it was the purple glow in his balls that made him shiver. She had her magic inside of him now, and could start fighting him from inside. If he hadn't had the cock ring on, sealing his magic past his control, he might have been able to fight her. Might have been able to. But like this? No.

He growled, biting his lips as she started pulling his cock down, pointing it towards the floor despite how hard it was. It ached, making him growl louder, trying to look away, trying to not see how much she was pulling on it, but his cock continued to throb and beg for the relief of an orgasm. Even with the pain that came from her tugging, there was no relief for him, no softening that might keep some of his magic in his body rather than spilled over the floor.

Her voice slipped into his ears, whispering to him.

"Go on, brother. Cum for your sister. Cum all over the floor and give up a little more of your magic. Maybe you can make it look good, look like a stud shooting all your cum out...or maybe you'll just look like a little slut, giving into his little sister."

"You...mmmph...are evil..."

"I'm doing what I'm told, here. You can blame them."

The dragoness nodded towards the archmages, and Draconicon had to admit that they had more of his hate than Drakina did. He growled under his breath, shaking his head as his cock throbbed, twitched, almost spurting before he got control of himself again. He turned his head, whispering back.

"Why?"

"Why did I turn you in?"

He nodded.

"Because it was too good an opportunity to miss. You've been cheating me of the mountain, lately. Keeping me out, not letting me have my share of the family wealth."

"It's not yours...you're not...not a real dragoness..."

"I'm as real as you are. You made me that way."

She chuckled, licking his neck as she stroked him faster, hard enough that it hurt, hard enough that his balls were getting a light smack on each downstroke.

"Don't worry, Drac. I won't leave you with nothing. But I can't promise it won't be an interesting trip for you."

"Trip?"

"Oh, I know you...I know how you'll treat your banishment. You won't be gone forever...but I'll enjoy the time I'll have to myself."

Without warning, he felt her magic suddenly flare inside of him. He gasped, his eyes going wide as he was forced over the edge into orgasm, shocks of magic hitting him from his testicles to his prostate. The tendril inside of his cock suddenly seemed to deflate and explode with energy, hitting every pleasure nerve that he had at once, and then making them all go off at once. He thrust into her hand mindlessly, humping down into her fingers as he spilled his load all over the ground.

Draconicon felt every spurt, every spray that hit the floor, some of it splattering over his toes, the rest going all over the ground. He shivered, trying not to think about how much of his magic he'd just blown from a handjob from his sister, but the evidence was right there. A massive puddle of cum, more of his magic that he had been stripped of. His balls churned, but not with so much power as they once held.

His sister let go of him, chuckling as she reached between his legs and tugged at his testicles, making them bounce in her hand a few times.

"Mmmm, feeling so light and empty these days, big brother. I think that you're losing your touch."

"Let...let go."

"Oh, really? You want me to let go of your balls? These, these tiny little things?"

He blushed, groaning as she gripped them tighter, her fingers wrapping around his orbs. They were barely the size of the other male dragons now, not even as big as hers, now. He whimpered as she squeezed, applying just enough pressure to make him worry about whether they'd be able to withstand her grip.

Then she let go, standing up. She grabbed their cocks, rubbing them together. Rock hard as she was, he could feel every vein in her shaft, every throbbing inch of it oozing pre over his cock. She was flagrantly showing off her magic, letting it dribble over him while he couldn't do a damn thing to get it.

"Look at you, Drac. Throbbing so hard for your sister? I guess you really are the pervert that they kept calling you."

"You're the one stroking me!"

"And? They already know what I am...that's why they're letting me do this. I'm your accuser, your punisher, and your metaphorical executioner. All so that they don't have to get their hands dirty punishing a perverted dragon the way that he deserves."

He shivered as she leaned in closer, her breasts grinding against his chest. This wasn't the first time that they'd 'enjoyed' each other, though it had always been at her instigation. There was something about him, she'd said, that made fucking with him all the more enjoyable. Personally, he put it down to her being living sex, pulled out of his own libido years ago, but he could never prove it. But the way that she constantly demanded sex as payment made him pretty sure that it was the case.

She leaned forward, straddling his cock, letting it slide between her legs. He felt her pussy just behind her balls, felt how much it was dripping from what they'd already done, how much wetter it was than he remembered it being the last time she'd come to see him. It ground over the head of his cock, making him bite his lips and whimper as she teased him, slicking him up, grinding him almost into her body before pulling back.

He looked away, trying to find something to take his mind off of sex, but there was nothing. The dragons that stood in the balconies around him reminded him of their ever-present audience, and the archmages at the far end keeping him restrained reminded him of how little freedom he had, and how little he would ever have again when this was all over. He shuddered, shaking his head.

"Drakina...please..."

"Heh, don't try and bribe me now, brother. They've offered a better price than you ever could."

She slid forward, her cock brushing against his belly, and his cock slid from her pussy to her asshole. He groaned, feeling the twitching pucker 'kissing' his cockhead, knowing just what she wanted. He pulled his hips back, as much as he could, but she followed him, her arms around his shoulders, one leg already wrapped around his hips.

"You're going to let me ride you, brother. You're going to commit incest in front of every dragon that matters in the realm. Right...now."

And she impaled herself right on his cock, sending a shiver up and down his spine. Draconicon bit his lip, shaking his head, closing his eyes, anything to deny what she was making him do, but his cock only throbbed harder and harder, a traitor to him devoted only to the physical pleasure that it could get. It pulsed and twitched inside of his sister's ass, even as she started riding him hard right from the start, her purple ass cheeks clapping as she pressed herself down to the base.

Both of her feet came off of the ground, her toes digging into his ass cheeks as she supported herself with her hands on his shoulders. He growled at her, trying to get her to let him go, but there was nothing. She just grinned and pulled herself up, and dropped back down again, making him roar with unwilling pleasure.

The muttering of the other dragons continued unabated, and he could hear them judging him, pronouncing him a pervert, a danger to the students that he'd collected if he would do this with his own sister. He tried to speak up, tried to say something, but Drakina silenced him with a kiss, her tongue shoving down his throat and keeping him from saying anything.

Her magic was at work, he knew. She was subtle when she wanted to be, sending little purple sparks through his body to keep him hard and horny. Every time that her ass clapped down against his crotch, he could feel the little twitches of magic down there, the way that she pushed him to stay hard, the way that her magic sensitized him and made things much hotter, much slicker, much...better. The blasted dragoness was making him harder and hornier than he had ever been before.

It didn't get any better when she started using her feet to work his ass, too. Her long, slender soles pressed against his ass cheeks as she bounced on his cock, toes digging in and pulling his ass cheeks apart. She grinned up at him as she rode his cock, pulling it into her ass as one of her toes rubbed against his asshole. He gasped, and she chuckled.

"Mmmm, already thinking of taking someone back there, Drac? I thought you were a dedicated top."

"Mmph. I am. You're the...the only exception, and only from blackmail..."

"Well, my brother, I think it's time that you start considering other cocks back there. After all, a magic-less dragon isn't going to have much to work with...Might as well get used to selling that body of yours."

She laughed, pulling herself down on his cock again, and he groaned. It wouldn't be long before she milked him of another orgasm, another splash of cum and magic into her ass, and she had to know it. He just had to -

"Mmmph!"

Draconicon went up on his tiptoes as he felt a sudden prod to his rim, something hotter and bigger than a toe. He wanted to look back, but he couldn't turn his head that much. All he could feel was a long, hard length that was rubbing around back there, something that twisted and turned more than a cock or finger could.

"You...oh, fuck...that's your tail..."

"Mmm, yes. It's going to be fun to see you scream, Drac."

"Please, please, don't you - AHH!"

He screamed, alright, his hole pushed wide open by the long tail that forced its way in. His rim burned, the tail almost too big as it forced its way in as far as it would go in that first thrust, the ridges along one side rubbing along his prostate in a way too pleasurable to describe. His legs gave out, only the magic from above keeping him from collapsing to his knees, and he shivered as the tail slowly pulled out of him, dragging along his prostate in the opposite direction.

It was a constant slip and slide, with Drakina sliding her ass up his cock on one side and her tail sliding into him from the other. They alternated, his cock filling her up when the tail slid out, the tail filling him up when he slid out. Pleasure of two sorts were hitting him hard, and he couldn't hold back.

Only two minutes into the tail-fucking, he gave in, cumming deep inside of her. Her ass squeezed down on him, milking his cock of everything that it had to give, taking him over the edge and then holding them there as he nearly emptied his balls into her completely. It was like torture, his cock pushed to cum as hard as it could, and then keep cumming again, and again, and again, flooding her hole.

Worst of all, he could feel her pulling the magic from his cum, drawing out the last vestiges from it that the cock ring couldn't block. He was left shivering, magic-less, while she was getting more and more empowered by the second.

She looked down at him from her position on his cock, chuckling as she stroked his cheek. The purple dragoness shook her head.

"You always were something of a bitch inside, Drac. It's just time for the rest of the world to see it."

"You...bitch."

"Siblings, Drac. We're one and the same in that."

She dismounted him, and he shuddered as his cock finally slumped down to half-mast. He couldn't go completely soft, not with the ring on him, but god he wished he could. His cock ached, begging for the relief of being soft, and his balls...

He didn't even want to think about it, but he could imagine how shrunken and shriveled they were right at that point. His sack felt like it had been drained of everything that it had ever produced, and he could no longer feel his weighty balls when he shifted from side to side. They didn't smack against his thighs, nor did they press against his crotch. It was like they were almost gone.

As he tried to collect his thoughts, Drakina grabbed him by the chin, smiling at him.

"Thinking about something, hmm?"

"Aside from...how to get rid of you?"

"Oh, you always think about that. What else is on your mind, brother? Is it something that the court should be worried about?"

Much as he wanted to threaten them all, he knew better than to fall for that trap. The whole idea of banishment was bad enough. While he hadn't heard of a new punishment that could be slapped onto that, he didn't want to find out what they'd do to him now. They wanted him gone, and they never wanted him to come back. Drakina...

Wait...

Drakina had said that she knew he'd come back. And she'd done...something. He'd felt all the magic she'd been working, but it had been so subtle for her that he had just passed it off as some sort of perverted spell to rile him up further. But what if it wasn't?

Before he could think about it, she turned to the archmages.

"May I take control of his restraints?"

"You may," Galarell said, the white dragon passing the control to her.

No sooner had Drakina taken it than he was forced down on his back, his legs up in the air and his ass cheeks spread. His hole, already gaping from her tail forcing its way in, was on display to the entire room, and his feet in the air. She floated him at waist level for her, grabbing his cock with one hand and rubbing her own with the other.

"Oh, I've been waiting to do this for a while, Drac. I wonder how long it'll take you to cum on your sister's cock...it should be the last of your seed for a while..."

"You can't..."

"I can, and I will...and I know just what you need to make it perfect."

She waved her hands, and spectral soles began to appear, rising out of nowhere to start pressing down on his body. Large feet, small feet, pairs that were wide and thick and others that were long and slender, all pressed down on his body. Some ground onto his face, others rubbed against his crotch, and still others pressed against his feet and locked their toes with his. So many pairs, so many scents that were grinding into his nose, that he couldn't think straight about anything.

And then, she pressed into him. Her fat cock shoved past his rim, working its way into his depths, making him scream in shock. The spectral toes pushed past his lips at that opportunity, making him grunt, but there was nothing he could do as she started ramming herself into his hole, working her way into his depths.

"Mmmmph!"

She just chuckled as he moaned and screamed, grabbing his hips with one hand and his cock with the other. She stroked him to the pace of her thrusts, giving him the feeling of fucking something when he wasn't. He groaned, trying to resist, but his toes were curling in pleasure in short order, his cock throbbing between her fingers and begging for the chance to cum already. The black dragon shuddered, closing his eyes tight to try and push the temptations away.

But it was impossible. She fucked him too deep and knew him too well for him to resist. The feet pressed down at him from all angles, some of them with long, dexterous toes to keep his ass cheeks from pressing closed, and others grabbing at his ballsack, or the wrinkled, almost empty remains of it. Every time that the toes pressed on him, he was reminded of just how much he'd fallen, his cock throbbing all the harder every time that his sister stroked it.

And her cock...

"Mmmmph! NNNGH!"

He gasped and moaned like a slut around it, much as it humiliated him to admit it. She used her cock like a weapon, slamming it into him and making him feel every inch of it as she worked it in and out of his hole, slamming in and then pulling back, her balls slapping against his ass and making him feel just how low he'd fallen, how far down he'd gone from her treatment of him. He gasped, panting, shivering every time that she hilted with him, and his cock oozed a little more of the precious pre and cum that he had left in him.

The audience around them was shaking their heads, he could see through some of the pairs of feet. They'd already seen him as less than them for the way that he'd broken with tradition and treated his students. Now they saw him as a slutty dragon, someone that had given into the greatest deviant and pervert in the mountains. He shivered as his sister bottomed out in him, biting his lips as he felt his cock throbbing, begging for release.

A soft slurp along the tip of his cock made him groan, and he looked past the feet pressing down on him, seeing Drakina sucking on the tip of his cock for a moment before pulling back. She smirked.

"Go on, Drac. Cum out what's left...it's only a matter of time until you break."

He tried. He really did. His cock throbbed, his hole clenched, and he ground his teeth together to keep himself from thinking about that cock, about her hand, about the feet that were tempting him everywhere. He made it as hard as possible for her, trying to keep from cumming, hoping that maybe, somehow, she might get bored and stop.

But no. There was no luck there. He managed to hold out for ten minutes, then twenty, but she kept on fucking him, teasing him. She would use her magic in his prostate and balls to make him swell, to get close to cumming, and then pull back teasingly, almost like she didn't want that last orgasm to be forced by her power.

She wants...she wants me...to be a bitch...

He shivered at the thought, trying to push it out of his head, but it lingered despite his best efforts. She wanted him to break, to cum from her cock and her touch, just like she had threatened to make happen. She wanted him -

"Mmph!"

He bit his lip, but it was too late. That last thrust had hit his prostate just perfectly, and there was no more holding back. Draconicon arched his back, his cock weakly spurting a few clear streams of cum over his chest, oozing out the last of what he had in his balls. Drakina chuckled to herself, giving him a few more thrusts before filling him in turn.

Draconicon barely noticed, shivering at the heat of her seed in his ass, but nothing more than that. He stared at his cock instead, seeing it for the abused, battered thing that it had become. The footlong length throbbed, twitching as it finally, slowly went soft. At least, as soft as it was possible for it to go when it was enchanted by something like this. His sister pulled out of him, leaving her seed to dribble from his ass, and he groaned as she pushed him back to standing upright, her magic and the archmages keeping him from falling over. She turned to them as he panted for breath.

"My brother has been stripped of his magic, and his power. I think it's time for us to move on, don't you?"

"Yes. Proceed with his binding."

Draconicon groaned as his sister stepped in front of him again, smiling at him as she held out her hand. A swirling array of purple light folded together, creating a metal tube that curved downwards and pointed to a metal base. It was only three inches long, but he knew just what it was for, particularly as the light of the seven archmages started drawing the runes of power into the metal rings that made up the cage.

I'm going to lose it...They're not just...banishing me. They're caging me to never be able to cum again...not without...that.

He wanted to fight, but all of his energy was gone as the dragoness reached down for his cock, her soft fingers pulling it up and feeding his cockhead into the metal tube. He shivered, trying to shake his head, but she kept sliding it down his shaft. It took less than a few seconds for his cockhead to hit the end, but that was hardly the end of it. Most of his shaft still stuck out, a little over four inches of soft cock flesh that wasn't encased.

Drakina, however, was merciless. She pushed at his cock, holding one hand at the cage and the other at the base of his shaft as she slowly ground his cock further and further in, compressing it into the metal. He could feel his cock getting squished together, bits of the flesh pushing out past the gaps in the rings of the cage, and he growled, trying to shake his head.

"Please...you can't...you've already milked me. You have me ringed. Don't give me this humiliation, too!"

"Oh, but this will keep you 'safe,' Drac," Drakina said, chuckling. "All those pheromones of yours? You might be able to persuade someone to help you. You might actually get someone to take this off. No, no, they can't risk that."

They. It was a strange slip, but it was one that he caught, anyway. Why would she say 'they'? Why would she make it sound like they were the ones that worried, rather than her? Why would she still be smiling, knowing all the things that would happen?

His cock was finally squished together, rammed into a space that was all too small for it, and the base was locked to the enchanted ring around his cock and balls. He felt the spells link together, one feeding off the other and vice versa. His cock throbbed, some arousal forced into it, but not enough for him to break through. Just enough for him to feel uncomfortable in the cage, getting a little too big for it, a little too swollen to be entirely comfortable inside the metal.

Other dragons were coming down, their hands filled with magic, and he realized that they were going to banish him, now. The portal was already taking shape as they made gestures in the air between him and the archmages. Drakina leaned in as they did, whispering to him.

"Goodbye, brother. Try not to be too angry when you get back."

"You...I'd call you a bastard, but I won't insult our mother."

"Call me what you like, Drac. But remember that you're not the only one with tricks. I want you out of the way...I don't want you gone forever." She winked. "Enjoy the gift."

Gift?

His mind raced as she walked him to the portal, trying to figure out what she meant. There had to be something that she'd done, something that would explain it. All her magic had been sexual, all of it -

No...

The tendril. It had shocked his nerves, but it hadn't fully disappeared. It had seeped into his cock, into his prostate, and into his balls. She'd shoved some of her magic into him, and it was still there. And since she had been a creation of his, borne of his magic, then there was a chance, ever so slight, that he might be able to use it.

He glanced down at the cage, confirming his suspicions. In an attempt to lock down his magic, they'd put all the sealing spells and their focus on his own magic. They'd never tried to lock down someone else's.

She's given me a way to pick the lock, he realized. It'll take decades...maybe centuries...and she'll plunder the whole mountain in that time...but she's given me a way out.

He doubted that it was intentional, but he'd take everything he could get.

They held him before the portal, the archmages droning on about his sentence and his permanent banishment from the dragon realms. He barely listened, having withdrawn into his own head, and that's where he stayed as he was shoved through, falling through the multi-verse as he strained to think of a plan.

The End