The Etching of Desires (Gift Story)
For once, this is a story that is NOT written by me. This was, instead, written by a friend of mine named JCFoxman, and the idea is credited to him, as well. He knew that I enjoyed the idea of certain rule 34 characters in a harem for myself, and he decided to write me a treat as a gift. In this case, a bit of fun between a slightly more feminine Drac and Twilight Sparkle in anthro form.
Again, a thanks to him, and all credit for this goes to him.
The Etching of Desires By Eastern Fox For Draconicon
It was not until Draco crossed into the threshold of his library that the scent of the guesthouse seemed far away, and the throbbing of certain parts of his body had at last subsided. The new arrivals to his estate had been many, and all were eager to get a glimpse of the works he and his vassals had built, as well as sample him in turn. He mused on that last point with a smirk as he stepped onto the polished stone and carpeting of the library, the twin rings about his clawed toes clinking as he walked. With a gesture, the vaulted doors closed behind him with a dull thud, shutting out the noise of the rest of his domain. Yet, even as he took in a breath, savoring the silence, he couldn't help but linger on the hours before he left. The newest influx of aspirants were bright eyed, intelligent, and in some cases, thirsty beyond measure for the things he promised. A part of him wondered if it was too much at first, too overwhelming for even the most devoted of his admirers. He smiled.
Why would I lie to them? He thought as he walked on, following the central path that cut through the tall book shelves and arcane orreries that lined the room. I give all that I show off, and more, if they desire it. He stopped at one of the windows set into the masonry, tinted blue glass reflecting the starlight of the evening. From here, the library extended several floors above the main lobby, with the guesthouse connected to it by a vestibule. Its roof was carved of the same glass through which he stared, allowing him a clear view of those who passed through it. His vassals, species of all kinds, led the aspirants through it with arcane lights to guide the way, and they disappeared into the lobby to be met with his servants until the morning. He knew they would be served properly, until he attended to them later. The sight of them still brought him great pride, and a bit of trepidation. He wondered if he'd have to expand the grounds soon enough to the nearby mountainside, or the woodlands around it. He shook his head, banishing the unnecessary worries. He would welcome all who shared his affections, those who wanted to seek greater pleasures in themselves, to those they held dear, and give just as much in return. Draco smiled and turned from the window, making his way to the opposite end of the pathway. His violet robes trailed somewhat in his steps, the loose fittings making them flutter around his legs and waist as he walked. More than once, the sash at the middle came undone, causing his flaccid draconic shaft to bob outwards. The lengthy thing had seen plenty of use just hours ago, yet he wasn't erect enough to leave it too noticeable. After several attempts to tie the robes back, he let them unfurl, walking in the nude save for his sleeves and trailing cloak. Even though he was alone, he was sure that a servant somewhere, whether through an arcane occulum or outside amid the hanging gardens was getting a good view of his curvy body.
"Hm, no matter." He muttered to himself with a smile as he shrugged, letting the robes fall off his shoulders and pool at the floor. He chuckled at being modest in a place that celebrated pushing such limits, of being free and loving with one's body, yet having the restraint to teach and to enlighten. More than that, this was his domain, and it was in his purview to be naked when he pleased. As the robes fell, his shimmied his feminine hips out of the sash, feeling his heavy cheeks jiggle somewhat with the motion. He could still feel the traces of eager fingers over his soft scales, the underside of his tail. He stifled a blush and coiled his fingers, blue light spilling forth and enveloping the robes. They disappeared with a puff of blue flame, sent to his wardrobe. The warm air of the library brushed against his body as he walked on, sending a quiver to his shaft and bulbous sac, perking his nipples. He soon came upon a circular room at the very end of the hall, it's conical ceiling reaching far above in a tower. It lacked stairs, but he didn't need them. It was by necessity more than anything else, to give him some privacy, rather than simply catering to draconic kind. He looked up, tilting his head back as his black wings unfurled. The massive, scaled pinions extended outwards, the purple inner flesh between the claws catching the moonlight as they stretched out. He bent his legs only enough to lift off the ground, and his wings batted the air. He rose, flying up the tower like a cannon shot, yet disturbing only the air as he went.
It took only four wingbeats to reach the top, and he easily set down upon the raised dais at its pinnacle. He landed, his curves jiggling again as he touched down, smiling as he took a seat at the large reclining divan that awaited him. A smaller bookshelf stood off to the side, along with an alchemical basin and crystal enhanced viewing scope near a window. The light of the stars came from a round inset above, spilling silver streaks into the room along with the blue flame of the braziers that sat in each corner. The dragon laid back, stretching his toes as he curled one leg over the other, and sighed, content in the quietude of his study. He let a hand trail down his toned belly and rest upon his shaft, stroking the gold ring that encircled its base. It still felt warm with the warding magic he had placed on it, only allowing an erection when in the presence of those he held dear. Yet in the evening glow, the peace of his study, he still stroked it, admiring what he had cultivated, and given, over the years. He smirked and raised his hand towards the bookshelf, and a tome glowed purple in reply as it floated towards him. It's pages opened as it listed in the air before his face, the glow persisting and illuminating the text that he focused on. The faces of various men and women greeted him as the pages turned, with each having the appropriate name and realm of origin. All that had visited his home, and chose to stay.
Alastor from the lands of the Magic Crafters, Judy Hopps from the city of Zootopia, Ariel of Atlantica, and many more besides. Their faces met his gaze as he turned the pages, and occasionally, with a subtle incantation, he brought their full selves before him, their bodies glittering with arcane projection. They were mere simulacra, but perfectly represented, despite the fact that many were either asleep our about in different parts of the palace grounds at this hour. At his whim, the images posed for him, removing their clothes or else getting into more lewd postures. He didn't mind the indulgence as he observed all those he had met, even some that didn't earn fame in their respective realms. Friends, allies, even rivals, were all pictured in the book, and he admired them as he pleased. They were all worthy of his attention if they were etched in the tome, and had left impacts on his life in many ways. Beneath each picture were annotations on various things; how they met, what they enjoyed most, and if they allowed it, their desires. He had made it clear to all who lived in his estate that their deepest desires were not to be ashamed of, that he would hold them sacred, and, make them real if he could.
Share a kiss beneath the moon. Fucked while my master holds my leash. Feet worship and massage. There were many, and none were judged harshly. As he read, he still stroked himself, his shaft never rising to his touch, but feeling pleasant all the same as he curled his toes, occasionally lifting his leg and letting the light glint off of his toe rings. His reverie eventually brought him to a face that gave him pause. A purple alicorn female with long violet hair streaked in pink, a golden tiara upon her brow, and her eyes practically glowing with joy. Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Equestria. Met on the grounds of Celestia's palace. Shy, but hints at more desires. His notes on her were sparse, mostly because she had been somewhat reclusive since arriving in his realm, preferring to study and go to any arcane events that Draco organized. Other than that, she didn't often leave her private quarters. Was she afraid? She had lived in his domain for a few weeks, and yet she seemed reluctant to pursue anything more. He summoned her simulacrum, and smiled warmly at the sight of her. Far more of a woman than a filly, tall with glamorous curves ever since her transformation into an alicorn. Her hair flowed down to her waist, accentuating the curvature of her body with ease. Modestly plump in the front and back, and endowed where it mattered most. The glow of his own magic alighted across her form too well, and he couldn't help but softly gasp at her beauty.
"It's incredible that you don't have a mate yet." Draco muttered as he stared at her for a few more minutes, then returned the image to the book. He looked aside at his clock, nearly midnight, and sighed, almost embarrassed at how long he had spent gazing over his harem. Yet the thought of Twilight still tugged at him, and the last thing he wanted for any of his subjects was for them to be unhappy. He stroked his chin, looking around his study for answers. As he lingered on the bookshelf, it took only a moment for an idea to come to him, and he smiled, taking a smaller tome from the top. It was bound in purple leather, lithe and blank within, but he imagined it wouldn't be so for long.
"Ah, I really don't want to impose, Lord Draco." The alicorn said as he led her through the main hallway of the guesthouse and out into the gardens beyond. It was still early enough in the morning that many of the more lecherous mates were still asleep, still in the afterglow of the previous night. Yet, those with sharper minds it seemed were reasonably awake.
"I've heard rumours about your library, but I don't want you to feel obliged to show me." She added, blushing when the dragon took her hand, walking beside her and shaking his head.
"Hehe, I told you already that I insist." He replied, lifting up her wrist and giving it a kiss. He was much taller than her, and had to stoop to not pull her up by her arm. "You're a student of the arcane arts, and a princess at that. It's the least I could do." She blushed as he spoke, the purple pony was still dressed in her nightgown that only reached to her knees, leaving her shapely legs and feet bare. The dragon's white eyes could see beneath it, and it was clear that she didn't wear much to be modest. The rows of flowers and exotic plants, many of which he secretly knew to be potent aphrodisiacs, lined the outside path to his library, and the sun shone down upon the grasslands that bordered his palace grounds.
"Mmm, you're too kind. To be honest, I...wouldn't even know where to start." She said, smiling softly, her wings fluttering as she walked. Draco looked down at her, smiling back.
"Heh, sometimes I feel the same way." He said, waving his hand at the doorway. A bright sigil burned into the stonework, and the doors parted. When the two stepped inside, he had to stifle a chuckle as he saw her expression. Wide eyed, but not in a slack, dumbfounded sort of way. She was in awe. Twilight looked around, still holding the dragon's hand.
"This...this is all yours?" She asked, staring at the shelves that reached several levels upwards, and seeing the various interconnected balconies and pathways that bound them together. Draco nodded, rubbing her wrist.
"It is, all of my acquired knowledge, or just stories I really like." He added with a smirk. Twilight blushed again as he looked at her, but kept staring as though she was in the center of history itself. From where he stood, he could see the generous line of her cleavage, the curve of her hips and rump, the way she drummed her toes against the carpet. The sight sent a thrill to his groin beneath his robes.
"But, that's not why I brought you here." He added, walking further with her. The alicorn seemed to frown.
"Oh? What do you mean?" She asked, and Draco chuckled when they reached the circular room at the end. He stopped to flare out his wings, smiling down at her.
"You'll see, princess. Now..." He said, stretching his wings out fully. "Fly with me, if you please." He smirked, gesturing to her wings with a look. She looked up, trying to gauge the height of the tower, measuring distances in her mind. Draco could see it in her eyes, and he laughed.
"What? What's so funny?" Said Twilight, blushing again, flustered at her thoughts.
"You really are a student at heart, always trying to analyze and predict things before they happen." Draco said, reaching up to her cheek with a gentle touch. "You don't have to worry so much. Just see where the next path leads." She looked up at him, smiling and leaning into his palm.
"Well, I am a princess now. I need to be mindful and aware of things, right?" She said, straightening herself, remembering her title.
"Right, especially when something is right in front of you." The dragon smirked and held out his hand. With a blue glow, a flower bud seemed to unfurl in his palm, the petals falling away to reveal a necklace. Gold with a purple gem in the center in the same of a three pointed star. Twilight almost gasped at the sight, looking up to the dragon and then to the pendant.
"What? Is that...It's..so lovely." She said, quivering somewhat in excitement. "Where did you get it? That stone looks like it's from the Everfree Forest. How did you..." She was stopped when Draco leaned down to kiss her, wrapping his lips around hers before pulling away. He could sense her heartbeat increasing, and he smiled.
"It's a little token, to remind you of your lineage. It suits you." Draco replied, watching her put it on. It sat nicely between her fulsome breasts, glittering still.
"I...I'm at a loss. I didn't expect..." She stammered, then sighed, chuckling softly. "Thank you, Draco. Truly." She said, wrapping him in a hug. Her head rested just under his chest, and he returned the embrace.
"You're welcome, love." He said, turning her back to the tower's heights. "Will you fly with me then, my lady?" The alicorn adjusted herself, then nodded, spreading her own pair of feathered wings. Without a word, and a smile on her face, she took flight with him. He still held her hand, matching his wingbeats with hers despite the difference in size. His draconic pinions gathered more air beneath them while her feathered limbs flapped at an even pace to keep up. Their bodies cut through the air, both accustomed to flying, yet Draco's was more attuned to the sky, his wings only beating four times to gain enough momentum. Borne aloft by both magic and the natural way of alicorns, Twilight never slowed down, smiling and holding tight to Draco's hand. Her gown fluttered in the updraft, giving Draco glimpses at her undergarments a few times, yet she didn't seem to notice. Soon enough, they reached the dais at the tower's peak, and Draco settled first to help Twilight gain her footing. He released her, letting her walk freely in his private study.
"Oh my...this is a nice spot." She said, smiling as she ran her hand down the fabric of the divan, then looking to the other decorations and arcane fixtures. "Heh, I remember my study back in Ponyville, at lot less...comfy." She chuckled, looking back to him. "Is this what you wanted to show me?" She asked, and Draco shook his head. He walked over to the shelf, floating the tome he had collected from before down to his grip, then handing it to her.
"Here, take a look inside." He smirked, waiting for her eyes to fall to its pages before he unwrapped the ties of his sash, the buttons of his robes. As she did so, he heard a little gasp from her lips, and let the robes fall from his body completely.
"That's...me..." She said, incredulous, blushing crimson when she saw how she was depicted on the front page. Tall, elegant, like a figure etched into a royal fresco, holding aloft the sun upon Ponyville for all to see. It reminded her so much of Celestia, yet it wasn't. It was her, how she was meant to be. She flitted through the pages, then stopped, peering closer.
"The pages...they're blank. Why? Is it because...mmmph!" Twilight sucked in a gasp, curling her lips inward as she looked up from the book, staring at the now naked dragon before her. He smiled as her blush spread across her cheeks, her eyes immediately falling to the gold ringed cock that sat long and heavy over his succulent testes. He lifted his arms behind his neck, swaying his body for her, flaunting his assets and turning in place.
"It's because you haven't filled it in yet." Draco said, turning until his large, plump rear was in view. She moaned slightly as she stared, and Draco bent over just enough to lift his tail, giving his rear a light smack as he turned to face her again.
"I thought I could help you with that, hmm?" Draco said, approaching her. Her eyes lingered on his muscles, then back to his shaft, the golden ring glowing as he got closer. Twilight was frozen in place, still clutching the book in both hands. She met his eyes when he stroked her cheek, brushing it with his thumb.
"This is your tale, your desires. I want to see them, and for you to see why I chose you above the others." Dracos words seem to settle in her mind like a warm wind, and she closed her eyes, smiling wider than before. In fact, she seemed to have released a weight on her shoulders that had been lingering for too long. He wanted to change that. He wanted her to feel welcome and content, like all of his vassals, and to explore things they could only dream of. He stroked her cheek slowly, his thumb trailing the line under eye as a tear fell. She smiled, huffing gently as she relaxed in his touch. Every part of her being seemed to loosen, to not be so tense and worried; he imagined it to be something she rarely felt.
"You deserve happiness, to try things you've never done before, to feel loved." He said, looking down at her with a warm smile. In spite of his opaque eyes, they still showed a gentle gaze.
"Thank you..." Twilight purred softly, gently returning his look. "Thank you, Draco..."
"Will you try that with me? Will you show me your desires?" He asked, bringing his hand down her neck and stopping at her shoulder, waiting for her reply before going further. He felt her body quivering, but not out of fear. He could see only joy in her eyes, like when they first met. She gave a soft nod, and closed her eyes, the horn at her forehead glowing bright pink. Her magic manifested, spreading down her body and her clothing. She sighed as her nightgown unfurled, falling away like a stray breeze and landing at her feet. Draco's shaft trembled slightly as she stood naked, her mature, yet youthful curves on display. She opened her eyes, spreading her wings out, presenting herself like a princess before a humble official.
"Yes, I would love that." She said, turning to the divan and sitting at its edge. The violet pony shifted, laying on her back and stretching out her legs like a painting in motion. Her nude body stood out against the dark fabric such that it seemed to glow, and Draco felt the impatience in his sex the more he stared.
"Can you...massage these?" She asked, blushing as she lifted her foot. Soft, dainty toes upon a supple hoof pad, earthen, but not filthy. She wiggled her digits, and Draco's shift visibly jumped a little as he walked over, fighting against its ward. The dragon nodded, smiling wide as he knelt down, carefully taking her leg in both hands. His scaled fingers brushed over her well groomed coat, her feminine curvature gliding along his hand as he held her foot before him. He couldn't help but sniff her toes, pristine, and scented with her desire.
"I would be delighted, my lady." Draco said as his fingers played over her sole, pressing and kneading, making her toes wriggle as he went. He leaned in, nuzzling her foot with his snout, sniffing and nibbling here and there, all while his fingers kept playing with her digits. She purred and huffed softly, laying back as she lavished the gentle attention. The dragon let his tongue brush against her sole in turn, tasting her scent, tickling her in a way she likely never felt. He felt her leg tense, heard her giggle, and he smirked. His shaft still remained flaccid, only at her touch would it be stirred, yet the ring still glowed bright. As he went, kneading and stroking her sole, her horn glowed once more, the book she held floating in place beside the divan. Her moans kept flowing, her sighs and panting, lilting like a melody through the air as Draco tended to her as she desired. The magic from her horn flowed outward, swaying towards the tome's pages. It joined with the glow of Draco's cock ring, whirling together before brightening upon the page. Cursive letters etched themselves on the parchment, flowing as she closed her eyes. Her arousal was blooming, and Draco smelled it in the air. He didn't immediately notice the etching on the tome, yet he wasn't focused on that, only her desires.
"Ah...please...I want more..." She panted softly, looking over at him through lidded eyes. "I want more...of you." She managed to say even as the dragon bathed her foot in his affections. He stopped, but kept his hands on her foot before meeting her eyes.
"How do you want me, my princess?" He asked, softening his voice to be more humble, submissive, wanting to place her in power like she deserved to be. The alicorn sighed, sucking in her belly with each breath as she felt her arousal building higher and higher. She idly played with one of her nipples as she smiled back, her eyes glittering from the magic glow.
"Inside me. Take me, please...." She purred, slowly spreading her legs apart to give him room, inviting him. The dragon found himself blushing in return, both out of his own desire, and the embarrassment of the ward he had placed.
"My princess...I...cannot get hard unless you command it. Unless you touch it." He said, bowing his head in contrition. Twilight giggled softly and beckoned him to rise with a gesture. The dragon obeyed, crawling upon the divan and straddling her body. His sac and shaft hung heavily from his groin, swaying from their size even while flaccid. She cooed and reached out, taking his shaft lovingly in her hand. Almost instantly, the ring flared bright, and his cock stiffened. It stretched to its near full mast by her touch alone, sanctioned by her will. Draco groaned softly at the feeling, finally allowed to grow erect after a night and morning of chastity.
"My, my...You're so big and lovely..." She purred, tugging and playing with his shaft. The dragon shivered at that, letting her enjoy her prize, her royal toy. His wings folded and quivered over his back as he gripped the divan tight, trying to steady himself as the alicorn girl fondled his heavy sex. It stood at nearly twelve inches in length, and he felt he still had more to give. He bit his lip as pre leaked from his tip, his masculine, draconic scent melding with hers in the air as he groaned. His body undulated with his own pent up arousal, yet he surrendered to her pace, letting her enjoy him as she pleased, delighting in her passions. Soon, she gave him a look of both desire and...authority, that which could only come from a monarch. He felt her tug on his shaft, pulling him down to her sex. He hesitated, waiting for her command.
"I want you, Draco. Please...I want this..." She whispered, and he obeyed, letting her guide his shaft to her waiting nethers. He pushed inside her, his girth spreading her sex enough that it didn't cause her pain, yet filled her easily. He groaned softly, and she arched her back, her breasts bouncing with the motion as she sucked in a high pitched breath. Her mouth opened, and she moaned his name again, and again, bending her legs back to give him room to push deeper. Her body radiated with her feminine scent, and Draco sniffed deep. He needed no words to know she wanted more. He obliged, starting his gentle rhythm. In, then out, push, and pull. The divan creaked beneath his weight with each thrust, her moans rising higher in pitch before she exhaled. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each thrust, her toes curling as she bent her legs back further, giving him full access. She was more beautiful than she realized, but her true beauty was what etched itself onto the tome before them. Draco watched in his periphery the brightening script upon the pages, though he couldn't read the words. He didn't need to, he could feel exactly what she wanted, and the things he felt for her. She was chosen for her heart, for her soul, and for the beauty that she kept hidden. Draco kept thrusting, resting his hands on her breasts and squeezing both in turn. Twilight gasped, and he leaned down to kiss her neck, nibbling at the soft flesh of her cleavage.
"F...faster...More..." She moaned, her breath coming in huffs of pleasure as the dragon did as she wished. He thrusted harder, quicker, but not like a piston. He pushed and pushed, the divan swaying from his motions. Her moans began whimpers of bliss, her voice rising higher in the spectrum as she was filled, her body a wash in arousal and surrender. The magic that surrounded her grew strong like the morning sun, the words inscribing on the pages all while. Draco's shaft bounced and throbbed within her folds, his scales dripping with sweat from the effort, and the heat of her magic. The dragon could only moan in pleasure, in contrition, letting his actions speak louder. He reveled in this, to all of his harem, to any who accepted his love. His heart thumped in his chest as he pleasured the alicorn princess, her body writhing beneath his bulk and filled by his draconic length. Push and pull, in and out, her moans wracked with heated need.
"Draco...my lord...Draco, I...mmmmph!" She clenched beneath him, her breathing rapid and blooming with her magic aura. The light around her grew ever brighter, the words burning onto the page as though being carved by a divine hand. He followed her lead, shutting his eyes as the glow filled his vision. He thrusted harder and harder, faster, gripping her breasts tight. He kissed her, feeling her tongue dance around his own, her warm, shivering breath. He let out a deep rumble from the back of his throat, a loving sound meant for a draconic mate, and she felt it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close until he hilted with her completely. She pushed herself back against him, riding his momentum even as he thrusted in return. His massive shaft impaled her, filled her, gave her bliss, leaving her wanting more and more. She moaned out his name again, the warmth of her radiance enveloping them both like a veil of sunlight.
And she came. She cried out his name, her voice echoing in the tower as she climaxed on his shaft. By her will, he felt his sex give way, jetting his warm essence into her folds with a deep groan. Almost like a low roar, he arched his body, letting the noise out from his throat as he released everything, filling her to the brim. It took several minutes for him to regain his composure, and they both shared each other's gaze. Twilight smiled, panting in her afterglow, her body sweating and glittering in the torchlight of her magic. The sun streamed in from the windows, catching her curves in a radiant glow. She kissed him deeply, the magic at last receding. The tome closed, floating in place beside her as a title inscribed itself onto the cover. Draco saw the words appear, and felt his heart soar.
Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Equestria, and Vassal of Lord Draconicon.
The End