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Interest for Interest

Part 1

for Askir and Guderian

by Draconicon

Anyone that knew dragons knew that they had a hunting routine, and Xander was no different to any other dragon in that respect. The eastern dragon, bulkier than many of his brethren and sporting a luscious coat of body-hair that he showed off through the neckline of his shirt and his exposed arms, considered the hunt the best part of his day, and the part with the greatest reward, as well. After all, one could work hard, one could push hard for the respect and admiration of those around them, but when it came down to getting the reward that everyone wanted...well, there was no better time or way to get it than to put oneself out there and claim it for one's own.

His favorite place to find toys for the evening was a nightclub called The Randy Rascals, a place for more petite bottoms that wanted some really big guys. He'd never struck out there, and the horny dragon grinned as he walked up to the front door. As ever, he bypassed the line of other males and females that wanted into the club, the bull bouncer giving him a nod and waving him in despite the complaints from the line. The dragon laughed, flipping them the bird as he stepped through the front door.

Past the rubber-clad walls that formed the entryway, a dancing floor lit by neon lights and flashing floor tiles illuminated the place. Waiters and waitresses in little more than speedos and thongs wandered about, delivering drink orders to the different booths and getting paid with gropes and small bills for their troubles. He smirked to himself, considering whether he might take the time to grab one of them rather than someone off the dance floor or from the bar, but that would have been too easy.

Plus, Xander had had most of them. The dragon had enjoyed many people at the Randy Rascals, most of them staff members, and it was rather boring to have the same partner more than once. He wanted someone new, someone...interesting.

It didn't take long for the eyes of the crowd to turn from one another to the new guy in the room, and Xander stood a little taller at the edge of the hallway and the dance floor. He knew the sort of figure he cut. Big guy, buff guy, hot guy. The tight white shirt over his scales showed off every detail of his muscles, to the point where he knew from experience that a single flex would be enough to send the tank top to tatters. He tossed his head back, long neck and long mane making quite the show, but not enough to make him look like some sort of fag. Long hair looked good on him; nobody ever got the chance to pull that shit with him.

He paused just long enough to fondle the rather obvious bulge in his jeans, just to make sure that the ladies got a chance to see what was on offer, and then made his way around the bar. He had made his statement of availability, and now, he could take his time to see what was on offer for him.

As he sat down at the bar, the barman hustled over. He waved the rat off, making it clear that he didn't want any booze in his system just yet. There were other things that needed to be considered for the moment, other things that needed doing, other people that needed...evaluating.

Because there were a few potential targets already getting his interest, and he wanted to make sure that he was completely sober before the hunt started. A mis-picked target was one that could backfire, and Xander didn't want to start over with someone else with a failure pulling at his attention.

There were three that held his attention. One a rabbit that was hopping about, showing off her curves as she danced along the edge of the dance floor. She wasn't wearing much, little more than a skirt and a top that went all the way down to her belly button. Were it not for the fact that she was obviously trying so hard to get someone's attention, he might have been interested in her, but part of the hunt was to go with someone that was more...hard to get. Someone that he had to put effort into claiming. Otherwise, where was the sport?

The second was an orca woman, taller than the others that he had been considering, and certainly someone that would be able to take the full size and heft that he had to bring to bear. That said, she was also looking around for someone that didn't seem to have a cock to offer. The way that she eyed the other women in the bar told him that she was on the hunt, too, and not for the sort of hunter that he could be.

Annoying, but hey, dykes were dykes, and he could respect someone that was in the game the way that he was.

Finally, there was a kobold further down the bar, and that one had some serious potential. Her clothes had to be custom made to fit over those curves, those hips, those tits. He grinned as he imagined how it would look to get her bouncing on his cock and see that top rip right off her breasts, showing them off to the world. Big and heavy, just how he liked them, and with an ass that looked like it could take some pushin' and offer the cushion that he needed for it.

She didn't have anyone around, and she didn't seem to be looking for company, either. She was technically available, and that was the best kind.

Xander grinned, nodding to himself as he stood up and walked down the line of stools to where the female sat. The green-scaled female turned to face him as he approached, yellow eyes looking up at him, yellow scales running down her throat towards her bosom.

"What do you want, asshole?" she asked.

Obviously in a bad mood, there, but he had the cure for that down his pants. He leaned on the bar, looming with all nine feet of his height, his cocks more or less on level with her face since she was seated and he was not. The dragon leaned a bit further forward, putting his cocks in biting range, but also putting her nearly against the bulge in his pants.

"Hey, no need to get huffy."

"No need for you to be bothering me, either."

"Hey, I'm just looking to get laid. I'm thinking you could do was a hot fuck, too."

"...You wanna run that one by me again?"

"Hey, look at you. You're all kinds of pissed. But you know what makes that better?"

"..."

"A good, hard dicking. And come on, a kobold and a dragon? You're not going to get a better match-up than that."

"...You're kidding, right?"

"Not in the slightest, hot stuff."

He moved behind her, deliberately reaching around and grabbing her breasts. It wasn't the first time that he had been this brazen, but it was the first time that he felt someone actually stiffen up without slapping him. That was good; it meant that the kobold had already been taught her place some time ago, and she wasn't going to fight back about it.

"Come on. Let's get a room and have some fun."

"Heh...you want to get off that bad? I thought you were looking for a slut, not wanting to be one."

"Ain't a man out there that's a slut. Not a real man, anyway."

"Heh..."

The way that she laughed might have stopped a lesser man, but that wasn't Xander. He was something different, something better. He was going to get what he wanted, and what he wanted was the little slut on the chair in front of him. He kept fondling her breasts, rolling them against the tight rubber material of her shirt, pushing up against her back so that she could feel his cocks getting good and hard for her.

"Come on."

"...Alright, you prick. You want to have some fun? Come with me...I'll show you what Askir has to offer."

"That's your name?"

"Heh, yeah. What's yours?"

"Xander," he said, already forgetting her name. Didn't matter, really. He was already calling her 'Tits' in his head, and he was probably going to start calling her 'cheeks' when he got her bent over for his dicks when they were alone. The idea of having her gagging around them, slobbering on the heads of his cocks and then putting those boobs to use on them, then getting that tight hole broken and gaping around his shafts was intoxicating, and already putting his jeans to work to keep his cocks from ripping free and showing themselves off to the entire room. "Let's get a room."

"I'll pay for my drink first, thanks very much. Unless you want to do that for me, too."

"...I'll wait."

Not for long, though. He wanted to get laid, and this bitch was going to put out for him, one way or another. He pulled back from her, giving her the space that she needed to talk to the bartender, and looked down the hall to the VIP rooms. No passage going in or out of there at the moment, which meant that he should be able to get as hard and rough as he wanted. This little kobold was going to learn how fun it was to be at the foot of a dragon, and he couldn't wait to hear her screaming for more.

A few seconds later, she reached out and grabbed him by the arm. She was reasonably tall for a kobold, standing six-foot-six, but that was diminutive compared to his height. He still loomed over her the way that a dragon should, and he smirked as he watched her look down at his crotch again. He was used to the ladies getting second thoughts when they were more aware of just how much he was packing down there, and while he loved to show off, he didn't want to throw away his shot, either. He pulled her along, dragging her towards the VIP corridor, and she walked along with him, leaving the dancers behind.

His hands were busy, slowly rubbing along her back with one and along her chest with the other. The kobold female didn't stop him, nor did she do anything to encourage him. Their walk was more like owner and doll than it was man and woman, male and female, but considering that it was getting him what he wanted and needed, he didn't much care. All that mattered to him was that she was willing enough to take his dicks, and he was sure that the moment that she got a good look at them, she would want to do more than take them. He imagined that she'd want to have them deep inside, rolling through her holes, using her for the rest of the night. All the females got like that, eventually; they didn't know how to deal with the sheer size that he had, so they just surrendered their bodies to him and let him do what he wanted.

That always worked out for him, so he didn't bother telling them to stop. He just enjoyed what he got.

They reached one of the empty VIP rooms, and Tits turned to open the door. He had a chance to enjoy the view of her ass for a few seconds before they were inside, and he grinned as he reached down to grope her again -

"Ah ah...not just yet..."

Xander was rather surprised that she still had the will to stop him or even slow him down, but this was the hunt. He grinned as he guided her to one of the leather couches, reaching down and rubbing her thigh as she sat down with him.

"Heh...you one of those girls that believes in foreplay?" he asked.

"Something like that."

"Come on. You know you want these..."

He reached down, groping himself, and he made sure to really do it this time rather than just push at them the way that he had done for the dance floor. There was a lot to see down there, after all. One cock pushed down either pant leg, each one able to reach up to twenty-four inches? That was something that would have put anyone in the world to shame, really, and he grinned as he swayed back and forth in his seat.

"Come on. You know you want the big stuff, Tits."

"I have a name."

"Heh, everyone does, but -"

"No. I have a name."

She looked him in the eyes, and Xander couldn't help but feel a little...off. He didn't know what it was, but there was something odd about those eyes. Yellow - no, amber, he realized now that he had a better look - eyes held him, and he felt like he was swimming through quicksand to try and look away.

There was something there, a tickle at the back of his mind, and then it was gone. He didn't know what it had been, almost like some word that he had barely heard, but it was gone before he realized it.

But...

But something had happened...right? He didn't remember Tits being quite so close to his height. Not that she was massively taller, but she had been under seven feet, and now she felt almost at it. That was...weird. Maybe he had misjudged things when they were walking down the hall or something.

But the important thing was still those curves, and he grinned as he ran his hands up to her chest.

"Whatever you say, Askir," he said.

"Heh, that's better."

She reached down and rubbed along his thigh, working along his leg and up to his cock. The left cock, since she sat on his left rather than his right, and he groaned as she rubbed into the shaft, teasing it higher, pulling on it as he started groaning in obvious pleasure.

"That's it...give it to me..."

"Give it to you?" he asked, grunting. "Heh, I'll give you everything you like, bitch."

"I told you, name."

"Mmmph...come on, you can't let me play?"

"Oh, someone's gonna play..."

There was something of a menace in that voice, this time, and he shivered as she looked up at him again, those amber eyes almost seeming to glow when they looked at him. He felt like he should look away, but before he could act on that, she had him trapped once more, staring into his eyes and making him look back into hers. There was that glow once more, that pressure, that sticky feeling that didn't want to go away. It didn't help that she was rubbing his cock through his pants, too, teasing him, keeping that one hard and making it that much more difficult to not think about it, or have his dickbrain running things.

"That's it. Just keep looking at me, big guy."

"Mmmph..."

"Well, big guy for now."

"What..."

"Don't worry about it. Just look at my eyes. Askir's going to take care of you, hon...she's gonna take care of you good and proper..."

He didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but looking away wasn't really an option. All he could do was stare into those amber eyes, allowing that sticky feeling to pull him deeper. It was like staring at the TV set when he was a kid, glued to it, unable to look away no matter what he did. There was something magnetic about her eyes, something that made him look and then refused to let him leave.

Amber.

It was like being caught in that glow, caught in the stickiness that all those old bugs had been trapped in all that time ago. What was that movie? Didn't matter. It was a nice, happy, warm glow, and she was -

Ziiiiiip.

His pants were coming down, and his cocks were pulled out. He groaned as she pulled both of them together, slapping them against his stomach a few times.

"Heh, looks like you have more than your fair share of cock meat here," the kobold said.

"Mmmph...it makes people happy..."

"Nah. I bet you it just makes you happy. Piggy."

"Heh...heh...oink-OINK!"

The second squeal-snort made it past his lips with surprising volume, and he almost looked away from the kobold in pure shock. She, however, only chuckled, smirking at him and shaking her head. Somehow, she did it without ever breaking eye-contact with him, and without ever pulling her hands back from his cocks.

"Nah, not a piggy...not right now, anyway."

"Nnngh...what...what..."

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. If you weren't such an ass, I wouldn't have something to do tonight, so I guess I can't just be too mean to you...but I can have some fun..."

She stroked his cocks again, all twenty-four inches of length that he had. Every time that her little hands went from the base to the tip, he groaned under his breath, curling his toes and huffing through his nose at the raw pleasure that she was providing him. There was something particularly strong about this handjob, something that was much more pleasurable than he had expected it to be. Stroke, stroke, stroke went her fingers, and he kept huffing, puffing, panting.

Up, down, up, down, her fingers sometimes pulling tight, forcing his cocks together, and sometimes touching him with a lightness that a feather would have envied. There was a strange throb that followed them, and a tingle that followed that, almost like some kind of impossibly gentle electric current, something that made him feel all the more sensitive as a result.

And always, always, always those eyes, staring up at him and making him feel like a helpless little bug on a tree, getting swarmed over by a rolling wall of sap and amber.

Finally, she pulled her hands down to the base of his cocks, squeezing hard enough that it felt like a cock-ring of flesh wrapped around his base. He arched his back against the chair, only for her to shove him back against the couch, holding one hand to his chest and shaking her head.

"Ah ah...."

"Mmmph...you..."

"Just listen, big guy."

"Mmmph...Sure, whatever you say..."

"Whatever I say..."

"...Askir?"

"That's Mistress Askir to you."

The eyes glowed, and that amber light washed away any annoyance that tried to rise in opposition to it. He slowly nodded, leaning his head back.

"Yeah...sure...whatever you want, Mistress Askir."

"That's what I like to hear, big guy. And mistress? She wants to be big..."

"Big, huh...ain't ya...already big?"

Why was it so hard to talk? Why was it so hard to do anything but sit there? He was hard as a rock and loving it, yeah, but this was not the way that he normally did things. Why was it so much harder right now?

Why was he so much harder right now?

She chuckled, pulling at his cocks again, pumping them, pulling on them, mkaing him spit pre-cum across the room. The feeling was a hell of a lot better than he expected, too, considering that he was never one for edging or teasing. He arched his back again and again, trying to fuck the space between her fingers, trying to find the air - or the thought - to ask her for something more than her fingers, but she kept him pinned with that amber stare and kept him from asking questions.

Yet...

Yet...

She was doing something else. He couldn't be imagining all that, could he? There had to be something off that he was actually noticing. That tingling was getting stronger, and it didn't feel like she was stroking all the way from base to tip anymore. Or at the very least, it didn't feel like the strokes were going as far.

But that was impossible. He was...

He was huge. She was small. It was just his imagination, surely. Yet...

Nnngh...

He felt so weak, so pinned, so helpless as she kept stroking him, those sharp teeth showing past her lips as her grin grew, as she stared right into his eyes, as her shirt -

Had it always been that tight around her breasts? He remembered that it had been close to skin tight at the bar, but now, it looked like it was ripping, torn in places, her breasts starting to rip through the clothes and show themselves off. Looking past, out of the corner of his eyes, he could just make out similar rips and tears through her skirt where it wasn't quite able to roll up past her hips. There was something going on, but what, he didn't know.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Is the big guy getting close?" Askir teased, leaning down without taking her eyes off him. "Does he want to cum, already?"

"Mmmph...I want..."

"What do you want, hun? And make sure to ask the right way."

The dragon groaned, his fingers curling tight against the couch cushions, feeling the softness of the seat under him as a massive contrast to the tight, firm, almost punishing grip around his cocks. He was...he wanted...

He wanted release...but what kind escaped him. Sexual? Physical? Mental? He didn't know, but he was trapped, and on some level he knew it, but not a strong enough level to actually do anything about it. All he could do was moan and groan in complaint, squirming as she kept up those ever-shrinking strokes. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four, up and down his cocks, pulling them tighter and tighter until -

"NNNGH!"

She pulled her hand away at the last moment, stopping him from going over the edge and leaving him panting for breath instead. The kobold chuckled, kicking her legs as she stood up on the couch. She was, without surprise, taller than him like that, but the way that she went from being a little taller to so much taller as she stood by his side...

She wasn't staring into his eyes anymore, he realized, but he still felt like he was swimming through syrup. He groaned, rubbing his head to try and force himself back to normal, but she was fiddling with her skirt, pulling at the bottom of it, dragging the hem higher. Oh. Oh. That had his attention almost immediately, and he grinned, fully expecting to be treated to a view of her pussy, finally.

Probably drenched by now, he thought. She's been touching me all night long, getting all kinds of riled up. Nobody can resist the monsters when they get going. I bet that she's gonna beg for a bit of oral first...

Well, if she did, she was going to be disappointed. Xander didn't do oral for the ladies. There was no point. They were going to cum on his cocks or not at all. That was just the way that things went with him and his dicks, and he wasn't going to make an exception for some weird-ass, sexy kobold. She was going to have to learn to deal with it just like everyone else. But that didn't mean that he wasn't looking forward to a good show of her -

"HOLY FUCK!"

Xander almost fell head over heels as she pulled her skirt up enough to show off a pair of balls, then a pair of jet-black cocks. They were big, too, big enough that his eyes almost bugged out of their sockets at their sheer size. Fourteen, no, sixteen inches of black cock-flesh pointed right at him, the heads bulbous, the metal piercings running along them shining in the low light of the VIP room.

He tried to swipe her out of the way, to show the freak off the couch, but she grabbed him by the chin, forcing his head up and his eyes to look into hers once more. She had him then, the amber light of her eyes holding him down, making him go quiet once more.

What...the...hell...

It was a quiet, fading thought that barely had the chance to get started before it was dead. He groaned under his breath, his head rolling one way, then the other as he felt the sheer dizziness that came from being under her control. She smiled through the glow, and his cocks throbbed despite the unwanted presence of another pair of dicks.

"Hey, hey, hon. I didn't say that you were gonna get a choice here..."

"Nnngh..."

"Mistress Askir's been nice to you so far. Don't make me get mean..."

"..."

"That's right, boy, that's right. You know that you owe me now, don't you?"

"Mmmph...Yes, Mistress Askir..."

"That's a good boy...now...put that mouth to work...You're going to learn how it feels to be down there...and I'm gonna be nice one more time. I'm gonna make you like it."

Her eyes held him as she slowly dragged his head back to her cocks, bringing his lips to the tips as they were pushed together for him. He realized, somewhere in the back of his head, that this was probably how all the other girls had felt when he had been pushing them to do what he wanted. There might have been some guilt there somewhere, and some anger at being forced to learn how it felt by going through it like this, but it was mostly buried beneath the amber glow...the rather horny amber glow, now that he was paying a little more attention to it.

There was a thick scent down there, too, a scent that seemed to play off the amber eyes and hold his attention, keeping him focused on her cocks and the smell that they put off. He moaned as the tips rubbed against his lips, the completely heterosexual dragon having some mini-hesitations that died off as quickly as they were raised. He groaned, trying to tilt his head to the side, but it was a weak protest against something that had already gotten its claws deep inside of him.

Soon, the cocks forced his lips open, and he was sucking on them, shivering as he lapped over one, then the other. The two tips were sliding right over his tongue, teasing it, forcing him to taste musky cock for the first time, and...well, to his surprise, he didn't outright despise it. He was sure that there was something wrong there, but as he kept staring into that amber glow, the questions, the worries, the curiosities: they all slowly died off, leaving nothing but that vague sense of satisfaction that was slowly mutating into something else. The further her cocks went down his throat, the more that he realized just how big they were, and just how much space they were taking up in his throat. He wanted to push them away...and at the same time, he wanted to take them further, just to see how much bigger they could possibly get.

He gagged once, but only once. Something kept him from getting so tense that he had to do it more than that, and he was pretty sure that it was her eyes. She was staring at him with a grin on her face and a smirk that ran all the way from one ear to the other. She was making him good at this, and groaning and leaking at the same time, her cocks showing her pleasure as much as her face did.

Salty and thick, her pre-cum ran over his tongue, filling his mouth regularly and forcing him to swallow often. He almost wished that they were in his throat all the time, just to keep him from having to swallow as much, but she seemed to like the feeling of pulling them back and resting them on his tongue. Maybe it was the blush that burned on his cheeks when he had to taste it, or maybe she just liked the feeling of it in his mouth. Either way, she kept pushing him to endure that, and endure it he did.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"Yeah...that's it...get a good taste."

"Mmmph..."

"Tastes good, doesn't it, big guy?"

"Mmm...."

"You might not want it to taste good, but it tastes fucking good."

And it did, much to his fading chagrin. The humiliation of being down there, of getting increasingly close to taking that pair of cocks balls deep, should have been a burning indignation for him, but instead, it was more of a mild discomfort that he was rapidly getting used to. No more fear, no more shame, just a general sense that this was the way that things were, and that he could deal with that.

He didn't quite mindlessly suck, but all those ideas of being on top were fading away, and his cocks throbbed all the more as his throat was invaded again and again by those fresh inches of fat cock. In, out, in, out, each time going that little bit deeper, each time taking him closer to those scaly balls.

Finally, he was hilted in place, the thick flesh and occasional hard bit of metal lodged in his throat and snout. He hung along the shaft, staring straight ahead, unable to think of anything but swallowing harder. Mistress Askir stood over him, one curled toe tapping against his thigh as he sucked on her cocks.

"That's a better look for you. Feels good, doesn't it? Feels good doing something for someone, instead of just being a pair of walking dicks."

"Mmmph..."

"Heh, that's right...that's all you were...But maybe now that I've taken some of that from you, maybe you'll be a little bit better..."

He didn't know what she meant. All he knew was that there were cocks in his mouth, and those cocks were making him feel good. Dragging his tongue along their undersides, the dragon bobbed his head forward, back, forward, back, using his long neck to really get at them. Mistress Askir smirked.

"Well, we'll see after I'm done, I guess..."

And with that, the amber glow faded, but the need for cock did not. He sucked obediently on the shafts for a few more seconds before both the kobold's hands settled on his head and started driving him down harder, faster, deeper. Xander had a split-second's lucidity, realizing what he was doing and how out of character it was, before he was getting pinned to the couch and face-fucked in a way that nobody else would have tolerated. He groaned and grunted as his throat was invaded, a dragon conquered by a kobold, used, rutted...

And loving it.

His eyes rolled back in their sockets, his hips rose from the couch to hump the air, and his cocks continued to spit pre-cum across the room as if they were the ones getting the attention rather than the ones in his mouth. In, out, in, out, each thrust making him that much more lust-brained, that much more cock-obsessed. The flavor, formerly thick and salty and wrong, was so much richer, so much more of a reward, and Askir's touch on his head - Mistress Askir's touch - was something pleasurable in its own right.

Thrust, smack. Her balls slapped against his chin, leaving a musk-mark of their own.

Thrust, gulp. He swallowed hard around the tips of her cocks, tasting more of them.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Stop.

And then the pulsing started, the groans of her pleasure echoed by the sudden jets of seed down his throat. He swallowed, at first, but then she pulled back. Another jet of her seed in his mouth, coating his tongue, running down along his teeth and against the inner walls of his cheeks, and then -

Out in the open. Black shafts, white ropes of seed, and then, he was all but blinded as it rained down on him. He was saturated with her pleasure, painted with it, and worse than that, he was completely drowned in her scent, her musk, her seed, in a way that no proud dragon ever should be.

But could he call himself a proud dragon when he was cumming from it? Well, in that moment, at least, he could.

The End

Summary: A dragon douche jock goes to a club hoping for some fun. He finds it, but not the sort of fun that he was perhaps imagining.

Tags: Male/Intersex, M/I, Dickgirl, Dragon, Kobold, Eastern Dragon, Double Dicks, Cock Growth, Reality Alteration, Miniseries, Humiliation, Oral, Handjob, Teasing, Edging, Pre-Cum, Size Difference, Orgasm, Face-Fucking, Hypnosis, Askir,