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"You called for me, sire?"

As she presented herself before her bond-sire, Raia bowed. The ashen-furred, blue-haired winged wolfess's outward demeanour was respectful--a far cry from the internal spiritless acceptance of her contracted subjugation. It still gnawed away deep inside: a bitter-tasting burden that felt heavier on her heart some days than it did others. In order to learn the secrets she so greedily desired, she had bonded herself in submission to Rashalak, a green dragon of no small infamy and proscribed wisdom. For one so confident and self-assured, it was a bitter pill to swallow; as Archmage of the Arcane Order of Libralia, she had grown accustomed to a lofty position of respect. Others served her, not the other way around. Ultimately, she regarded the dynamic she and Rashalak 'enjoyed', and the associated formalities of their contract as a_necessary evil._ This conflict of roiling within her had not gone unnoticed by Rashalak.

In stark contrast, Orio, Rashalak's second bond-slave, was entirely compliant to the whims and wishes of the dragon they mutually served. Even now, the exhausted nub-tailed, golden-furred lynx lay leashed and curled up next to Rashalak. Exhausted by the day's duties, he was lost in a deep slumber. He had been required to wash and oil his bond-sire's scales--all of them and by hand--from tail-tip to snout. Raia shot him a distasteful look; she couldn't imagine showing that level of subservience. After all, she was a mage of learned power and ability, not a plaything. She had entered into this...partnership...with Rashalak purely out of a desire to learn the magical talents of dragon-kind. Any physical and carnal acts she indulged in was out of adherence to the terms of her contract and perhaps, very occasionally, relieve the stress of her daily life and gain what pleasure she could from it.

I did. Come closer to me, Raia.

The mouths of dragons made for poor instruments when it came to replicating speech outside of their own tongue. Quite often, their attempts to speak common tongue of the 'lesser races' sounded awkward, snarling and mushy. Rashalak's particular breed of quadrupedal 'true' dragon, drawing elemental ancestry from both forest and sea, was telepathic. Rashalak's clear and resonant voice boomed and echoed in her head, with the frond-frilled reptile gazing down at her from its lofty position. Like a number of its scaled kin, Rashalak had learned the value of 'lesser' creatures such as anthromorphs, a value that went beyond simple predation. But it never let them forget it was the superior beast.

Raia nodded and pulled up the hem of her robe as she stepped closer so it did not become sullied by the softer, swampier earth that surrounded Rashalak's 'nest'. The sorcerous she-wolf sighed softly to herself as she stood in the oozing earth, which was now creeping into and soaking the half-boots she favoured wearing. If only Rashalak would allow her to fly and hover above the steamy swamp he called home, but the domineering dragon had threatened to clip her wings should she ever try. She looked up at her bond-sire and tried to push aside the shiver that ran down her spine whenever she beheld the reclining majesty of the reptile three-four times as tall as she and many, many times her bulk. "Yes, sire? What do you require of me?"

I have gained new knowledge, intoned the dragon's voice inside her mind. It is of an alchemical nature and thus I require your skilled hands to explore it.

Raia's lips thinned into an expression of sardonic amusement; the only time her bond-sire appealed to her ego was when he wished something of her. There was very little in the way of praise otherwise. Still, her interest was piqued. Something of an alchemical nature, eh?

"C-Can I help, master?"

Orio had awoken, and was now gazing up at Rashalak. There was a gleam of eager hopefulness in the spotted feline's eyes, the kind that made Raia's lip curl again in distaste to see. Orio would do _anything_for Rashalak and that included the kind of sexual duties that Raia performed only infrequently and grudgingly when her dragon-sire insisted.

You will be of great help, Orio.

Raia rolled her eyes skyward; of what possible assistance could her fellow bond-servant be in such a task? Wasn't he better suited in..._other_things, other menial duties, than alchemical research? It was then as she refocused her eyes back to her sire that she saw the sadistic glint in his eyes and that he was looking directly at her.

As will you, Raia. You, both of you, will gather the first ingredient you will require...right now.

"Oh? And what ingredient is that, s-"

The only time that Rashalak ever rolled onto his back was to accept ritualistic pleasuring. Long-necked, slender-limbed, with fern-like organic frills that hung from his limbs and from a particularly thick cluster around the sheathe-like slit from which his member was now protruding from, the great serpent expectantly gazed at them both with lustful, ravenous eyes.

My seed.

Orio felt his heart skip a joyful beat as the full sexual majesty of his master's cock was presented. Already he could feel the yearning desire to wrap himself around the thick, ribbed, oily meat that was very nearly as tall as he was and certainly as wide. More than enough for two bond-servants, one less eager than the other, to share and show their 'appreciation' for. "T-Thank you, master!" he gasped, now gazing with similar levels of hunger as Rashalak was displaying--perhaps more so.

The chain connecting his collar to one looped around Rashalak's right forelimb jangled as without any further instruction, he crawled over to the lower part of his sire's body and presented himself before the swollen dragon-meat he desired to touch...taste...smell. There was a musky ripeness emanating from Rashalak's member than permeated even the rich organic perfume of his swamp-forest domain. It was intoxicating...compelling...even Raia was unable to deny its rich allure. Knowing that punishment awaited her if she refused to provide sexual service--and satisfaction--when it was demanded, she too took her place and knelt before Orio on the spongy, mossy earth upon which the dragon reclined.

The first to press himself against his sire's cock, Orio bit his lip and trembled as a sexual thrill travelled along his spine as he inhaled the musk and gently squeezed. A throaty snarl Rashalak's toothy maw as the serpentine-necked dragon trembled in response to the burst of sexual stimulation he received from the tender squeezing. Orio took pride in learning all the places that his sire most felt pleasure, in how best to touch him and where _not_to. He was far more skilled at pleasuring his master's cock than Raia who did not share the same level of eagerness to primarily please on a sensual level.

"Sire, I live to please you!" Orio breathed out as his rough-textured tongue darted out and tasted the glistening ribbed flesh on offer before him. "You are so...magnificent; your flesh...so desirable."

Throaty pants and grunts, along with noticeable clawing at the air in an almost feline fashion, were his initial reward for the foreplay and ego-massaging praise.

Raia swallowed and tried to bury the resentment welling up from the acidic lump in her stomach. She was now going to have to prostrate herself before him his pleasure. She closed her eyes and tried to call to mind those pleasurable elements she felt when orally pleasing the dragon. The texture was...certainly interesting, and as for the taste, it wasn't exactly unpleasant either. All she had to do was play the part of an eager little slave-girl and do her master's bidding and pleasure him.

Eugh.

The ridged spire of curving meat of a green so dark it was practically black, rose high into the air, drooping from the sheer weight of it's swollen mass. Oozing pre-cum beaded at the top and dripped in thick strands from the tapered tip. Raia tried not to wince as she knelt and then looked up at the spire of dragon-flesh just in time for a fat globule of the pre-cum to fall and splatter her face.

Suppressing a grimace as she shook off the raw-smelling seed, Raia tucked in her wings and lewdly pressed herself up against Rashalak's cock. She shivered as the slick surface of the monstrous member rubbed up against her small, rounded breasts through the fabric of her robes and against her already-sticky muzzle. Feeling that she might already be skating on thin ice given her sullen and half-hearted performance last time she had joined Orio in the ritualistic pleasure, inhaled the organic musk deeply and let out another moan, this time sounding desperate and needy. Grudgingly to herself she admitted that it would be wise to at least play the part of a compliant and enthusiastic bond-servant.

Orio too was losing himself in the steady rhythm of his passions. He was stiff, painfully stiff, and convulsed lewdly against the curving spire of draconic sex-flesh. Shorter than Raia, he was content to wrap himself around the base, arms and knees locked in place and lewdly grind and rub...stroke and lick. Unlike Raia, there was no conflict in his heart and soul, he was entirely content to be that which he was: a dragon-slave. Rashalak was his fourth bond-sire, and thus had become adept at swiftly recognising the nature of whichever dragon he was bonded and adapting his demeanour and service to meet their particular need. Rashalak was a particularly capricious example of his proud, dominating kin; oft-times he was easily pleased, his ego massaged through word and deed and the rewards were bountiful. Others he wanted to be feared and thus treated he and Raia harshly. Orio was able to recognise those shifts in temperament more keenly and thus earned the favour of his sire more so than Raia. His bond price continued to increase as he was traded between dragon-kind and his perceived value continued to rise. When it came to physical pleasure, he knew exactly what to say and what to do to bring the most pleasure to his sire. The big scaled beast huffed and grunted, wings creaking and claws curling, as Orio stimulated _one_particular spot in his sire's flesh, where a number of nerve-endings coalesced and where pressure carefully applied could...

Rashalak grunted heavily as Orio pleasured one of his 'hot-spots'. The tendril-like frills quivered and writhed with life of their own as the oily beast lashed his tail against the ground and snapped at the air. The whole rising mass of his cock was pulsing now with minute tremors as his bond-servants rubbed, licked, squeezed and stroked him in a dance of rapturous submission to his sexual whims. In his devious, cunning mind, Rashalak rolled the plans he was now setting into motion around as if he were tasting them with his tongue and finding them tasty. A dark, predatory thrill filled his heart as he savoured the anticipation, enjoyed the knowledge that he would soon have the means at his disposal to rise in the hierarchy of dragonkind. His bond-servants would be the instruments of that ascension. This mental masturbation of his ego and ambitions drove him to new heights of pleasure and he roared in the minds of his slaves, compelling them to pleasure him more vigorously.

It was Orio who first felt the 'blessing' of his master's seed. He looked up as he felt the first thick and sticky droplets of seed landing on her head. A beatific smile spread across his lip as a thick, oily deluge of black seed, one flecked with streams of cream and beetle-green, spurted from Rashalak's cock and then landed on both he and to a lesser extent, Raia. The first discharge splatted only her back, tail and wings, but then the second, heavier and with less velocity, deluged her hair and face. She remained still, with her gritted-teeth smile only partly visible behind the sticky tide.

"Thank you, sire!" Orio, gleeful and exultant, clung to the convulsing sex-flesh around which he'd been entwined, moaned out as he relished the sticky tide of orgasmic fluid.

Raia! Gather...it up in your vials, fill all of them!

Groggy, and dazed by the unexpected demand, Raia could only nod numbly and obey as the commanding mental voice of her sire resounded in her head. She reached into her inner robe pockets and fumbled with the narrow, cylindrical vials that she kept on her person amidst other accoutrements of magical research. She knew not why she did such things, but was in no state of mind to consider anything beyond obedience. She dutifully gathered up enough of Rashalak's seed to fill four vials--more than enough for what the cunning beast planned to do.