The Unexpected Duties of a Dragon Slave, Chapter Two
#2 of Dragon Domination / Slavery
Raia and Orio have signed an agreement with the swamp dragon, Rashalak, to enter into a term of bonded servitude. They both have their own reasons for doing so - as does the dragon. Like many of his competitive kind, whether it be for pleasure or to act as agents on their behalf, he finds it useful to take anthropoids under his wing to further his goal of attaining greater power in the hierarchy of dragon-kind. This day, however, Raia and Orio will aid him in laying the groundwork for a fiendish scheme that will forever change the dynamic they presently enjoy with their draconic bond-sire...and perhaps them too...
Here we go with chapter two, where the schemes of Rashalak are revealed to those who will partake in them, and a most unconventional concoction is...well, you're just going to have to read on and find out!
Written Fiction (c) Jinx Curi / Kinx Commissions
Commissioned by Raidus & Orioles03
"So, transmutation. But...flesh to...flesh?"
Raia furrowed her brow as she murmured out her own appraisal of the particular stage she had reached in the alchemical experimentation she had spent much of the day performing. Certain aspects were beginning to click into place in her head as she dutifully followed the instructions given to her by Rashalak. Part of them were an arcane ritual that required intonation at precise stages along the way.
"It's obviously a spell, but more to that...catalyst for an infusion?"
It was...getting difficult to think. The vials of dragon seed that she had helped 'coax' out of her bond-sire had been poured into flasks filled with other liquid alchemical components. Then they were fed through tubes linking the elaborate arrangement of containers to a central cauldron small enough to fit on the workbench upon which the whole thing rested. Rising out of the portable alchemist's cauldron were ex_tremely_ pungent translucent fumes that reeked of...sex. Dragon sex, to be precise. It could hardly be called surprising though, considering what had been she had used as the base. More of which was due to arrive shortly and would be required for a second stage of brewing. First though, she would lean out of the window of her tree-top laboratory and catch a little 'fresh' air--if the fetid swampy miasma that blanketed her bond-sire's domain could truly be called fresh.
"H-Here you go, Raia!"
No sooner had the imperious mage now leaning out of the window found herself relaxing a little than the second batch of seed-vials arrived, borne by a happy Orio. The contentedly submissive feline wiped his short muzzle clean of the remnants of another explosion of liquid lust from his master after carefully placing the vials down on the workbench and shooting his companion in servitude an apprehensive look. It wouldn't be the first time if the unpredictable and haughty winged wolfess had snapped at him for 'disturbing her equipment'. Much to his relief though, she neither turned to acknowledge his presence or to deliver an acidic retort.
"You have my thanks, and you may go."
Well, it was better than nothing! Orio got the distinct impression that someone like him, coming as he did from humble peasant stock, would normally be so far beyond the notice of an aristocratic and rarefied mage, that to even receive a polite acknowledge and thanks, albeit with a veiled command for him to leave, was a rare treat. He nodded and then left, shaking his head in wry amusement at the frosty demeanour of his reluctant companion. The sooner that she accepted that her place in life was serving the needs and desires of someone so much greater--and wonderful--as she, namely Rashalak, the happier she'd be. Orio felt very fulfilled in his service to the dragon. It was in his nature to find happiness through serving the needs--sexual and otherwise--of others. To kneel before them and accept their benevolent domination over him. And he _loved_sucking cock, so to have one as big as Rashalak's to worship, well...that was the icing on the cake, so to speak.
Feeling himself harden afresh as he recalled his most recent experience, smiled and shivered, he wondered if Rashalak would permit him some extra worship, just for fun...
"You want me...us...to drink it, sire?"
Raia...had not expected this when Rashalak had telepathically commanded she and Orio to appear before him. Not even when that command had come with the requirement to bring two flasks of a precise measurement of the 'potion' she had dutifully been brewing for the past several days. She still had no clear clue what it would do and what it would be required for. There were elements of transmutation in its alchemic make-up, but exactly how it would manifest she was unsure. Unlike many transmutation potions though, this would not temporarily transform flesh into a defensively protective state, such as stone or steel. The potency imbued by the accompanying components were far too strong, stronger in fact than anything she had previously worked with. Then there was the matter of the incantation, whose structure and language was also unfamiliar to her.
I do.
There was a gleam of anticipation in Rashalak's eyes as his voice entered Orio and Raia's mind. He 'said' nothing more as both of bond-servants, in his eyes little more than slaves and useful--pleasurable--tools, looked dubiously down at the vessels held in Raia's hands. The tempered glass flasks were filled with a vicious, oily fluid that radiated with an unsettling glow greenish glow. It did not look either pleasant or appetising.
Drink it, my pets.
The smile spread across Rashalak's frilled maw had widened, his tone now sensuously inviting. The cunning dragon's head bore in menacingly closer to his kneeling bond-servants who continued to hesitate in obeying his command.
Drink it.
"What is it, master?"
Orio's inquiry was one born more of curiosity than apprehension. Raia's immediate apprehension did make him pause though, for he understood little of what had gone into the brewing of the potion, only that Raia had laboured for days in its creation and an intimate knowledge of one particular ingredient.
It will bring us closer together, my loyal servants. Drink and all shall be revealed to you.
Rashalak had stressed 'loyal' and the tone was beginning to take on a harder edge as the questioning and hesitation continued. They could feel their master's growing irritation in their minds and it sent chill shivers as they were once again reminded that their draconic master was a terrifying and predatory creature and it was at his pleasure alone by which they drew breath.
"Y-Yes, master."
"As you wish, sire."
Raia nervously swallowed as she brought the flask to her lips and tipped the flask back. Emboldened by Raia's acceptance and feeling the keen need to please, Orio followed suit.
Thump...thump...thump...
The potion was thick and stewed, and held as pungent an aroma as it looked, one ripe and organic. Both Raia and Orio felt an immediate kick of revulsion, followed by the urge to spit it out as the exotic flavour hit them hard. They dared not do it though, not with Rashalak looming over them, and whether it was just a sense of the moment--that they had just done something foolish and terribly wrong--or their own imaginations, but they could hear their heartbeats beating loud...quickening...
Thump-thump...thump-thump...
They were feeling dizzy now, and the feeling and warmth deep in their gullets was spreading, becoming hotter, steamier, every extremity starting to tingle...
"What...What...is..."
The suspicions Raia had held and her own private analysis of what the combination of such potent ingredients and magical incantations now flew away from her scattering thoughts as she clutched at her now-burning throat. Her voice was a hoarse, frightened rasp. Orio was doing the same now; the submissive feline trembled as confusion and fright gripped him. He tried his best to get a grip on and reason through it. His master would never hurt him, right?
In that, Orio was absolutely true: Rashalak held no plans to hurt them in it schemes. Far from being poisonous, the formula uncovered by agents in the employ of the cunning dragon would bring he and his bond-servants closer together than ever before. And they'd assist him in expanding his sphere of influence and ascend to a higher position of power within the hierarchy of dragon-kind.
Do not fear, little ones...my loyal slaves...this will be a blessing...
He would be merciful and soothe their fears away. Rashalak's telepathic voice, now soft and sinuous, coaxing and inviting, wormed its way into their minds and attempted to smoother their shared anxieties.
Thump-thump-thump-thump...
With a panicked groan, Raia dropped to her knees as they went weak and narrowly caught herself from crumpling up entirely. Her heartbeat was frighteningly quick now and she panted raggedly in an effort to cool her steaming inner temperature. The shivering wolfess's wings now hung limply, as did her tail, and she struggled to maintain any sort of composure as the alchemic formula took effect in earnest.
Do not fear...
Rashalak's voice was having the greatest effect on Orio. Already predisposed toward trust his draconic master, he clung to that mental lifeline urging him to be calm, to trust his owner, as if it would indeed save him from drowning. Even as he also suffered the initial ravages of the transmogrifying potion, he was in a much more calmer state of being, albeit shivering and mewling weakly as he balled up onto the ground and tried to focus on his master's soothing reassurances.
Think, Raia...Think!
But it was difficult. In fact, impossible to do so. Certainly once the chills set in alongside the hot flushes as her body's natural biological defences started reacting feverishly to the intrusive nature of the dragon cum-imbued serum. Flushes of heat and cold washed through her body, robbing the stricken wolfess of what little strength remained in her body. She slumped forward and hit the mushy, mossy ground with a weak, despairing moan as the trembling arms holding her up finally gave way.
Thump-thump...thump-thump...
Was she...dying? Had her bond-sire finally had enough of her imperious, abrasive nature? Poisoned her...and Orio? The thought sent another sickening wave of despair through her shivering, limp body as she considered the possibility. Then it belatedly clicked into place in her foggy thoughts: why would her sire poison Orio? The cat had seemingly been his favourite and done _anything_that was required of him. If Rashalak had wanted to kill them both, that could certainly have been achieved with just a snap of his terrifying jaws. There had been so much preparation in the brewing of the potion that was having such frightening effects on her, days of it. The depth of her of relief as she clung onto this shred of logical hope was palpable and helped quell her racing heart.
"H _...__ H..._Wh..."
Then it hit her--and Orio too. Almost in unison, the two bucked as if they had been stuck. It was worse in their bellies and the subtle tingling they had been feeling in their extremities deepened now into a prickly ache. Orio's soft-sandpaper tongue felt...leathery, swollen, much too big for his mouth, as did Raia's. Her attempts to vocalise the fresh apprehension and confusion they both felt as genuine pain began racking their bodies.
It hurts! It hurts so much!
Raia was now going into convulsions. She contorted and twisted on the patch of mossy ground onto which she'd fallen as tendrils of transmogrifying sorcerous energies boiled through her veins. Within seconds there was not a single inch of body they had not infested...had not begun corrupting. Down the very fabric of her core being, to that which gave the agonising wolfess her very species, Rashalak's insidious influence now took sway to a degree that neither she or Orio had ever before felt.
The scheming dragon had not been content with merely having access to and holding sway over their minds and holding ownership of their collars. Dominating their daily lives while they remained in bonded servitude. His agents had brought him ancient and forbidden knowledge lost to his kind that had previously been the purview of a dragon-worshipping cult from centuries past. The chemist-sorcerers dominating the cult had developed a formula that would allow worshippers to 'become one' with their draconic gods. Just how deep that _oneness_had been was a revelation to Rashalak--and the method by which he might increase his status within the hierarchy of his kind--a hierarchy partly based on the fertility of its members and the size of their brood.
Orio and Raia would be the experimental vessels for this ascension.