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Moire grimaced. The shack loomed over the hills like an ugly wart on the face of the Earth. Unlike the quaint wooden cottages in the countryside, this house was made of grey stones stacked together to form its uneven walls. Additional rooms were built into it at haphazard angles, almost as if they were added as an afterthought. Sheets of discoloured animal hide were draped over wooden beams to form a slanted roof.

Its most distinct feature was the stone tower that emerged from its middle, four times the height of the shack. At its top was a lopsided cone made of wooden planks, dripping with yellowing moss and creeping vines. Between living there and being homeless, the dragon would prefer the latter.

"Are we collecting taxes from that house, too?" Decro interrupted his fixation.

"That hideous one on the hill? Unfortunately, yes."

"It's not that bad," the arctic wolf chuckled. "I can handle this one. I think I'm familiar enough with the procedure."

"Go for it."

Decro quickened his pace, his shiny steel armour clanking as he headed towards the shack. The dragon trudged behind him, dragging his armoured boots through the dirt trail. He arrived behind the wolf as the canine knocked on the wooden door for the third time.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Decro shouted.

"Nobody home?"

"Someone's here. The chimney is smoking."

"Try knocking again."

The wolf turned back to the door. He was about to knock on the door again when it swung open violently. In the doorway was a red panda wearing only walnut-coloured pants and a crimson-dyed cape.

"I said I was coming--oh! It's the Royal Guards." His angry expression turned into shock, then a forced grin. He bowed exaggeratedly. "How may I be of assistance today?"

Decro was taken aback by the sight of the topless red panda, but he refrained from commenting as he raised the visor on his helmet. "Subject Ren, it is by the King's grace that you are allowed to reside on his land. As such, we are here on behalf to collect the taxes that are rightfully his."

"Taxes?" Ren's face scrunched into a sneer. "I'm not on the King's territory."

Moire was prepared to step in to help, but Decro had the situation under control. The wolf unrolled a parchment, revealing a painted map.

"Peasant, the kingdom has expanded under the King's military and tactical prowess. This land is now the property of the King."

"What!? Look, I built my cottage all the way out here, away from your stinking town. Just three years ago, your territory border was all the way here."

"The border is here now. As long as you reside on the King's land, you will need to pay your taxes due."

"So you're kicking me out of my own home?"

"I'm asking you to pay your taxes."

"And if I refuse?"

"You will be thrown into the dungeons until you can stand trial before the King."

"Ugh, fine." The panda reached into his robes and pulled out a grimy leather pouch. "How much?"

"Three silvers and twenty bronze krots."

"By Horkar's whiskers, three silvers?"

"And twenty--"

"This is daylight robbery!"

"The dungeon awaits you if you do not pay your dues."

Ren's glare could almost set the wolf on fire, but it disappeared as he shook his head and smiled.

"Fine, fine. I will pay. Do come in and have a seat while I retrieve money from my stash." He waved them into the cottage.

Decro and Moire stepped in. Despite the afternoon sun, the living room was dark. The only sources of light were the holes in the tattered curtains and roof, forming yellow beams of dancing dust.

"Sit, sit." Ren waved to the wooden table and stools before disappearing through a doorway.

"Good job," Moire whispered to Decro. "You handled it really well."

The wolf grinned back. "Thanks."

They stood in the living room and looked around. The room was filled with tomes covered with weird inscriptions. All the space on the table was taken up by stacks of dusty books. Even more were piled in heaps on the floor. On the kitchen counter, greasy pots and pans sat atop more dirty tomes. This place was filthy.

There was the sound of rummaging in the other room. The two guards stood by patiently, resting the ends of their spears on the floor. Moire suppressed a yawn. There were still more houses to collect taxes from, and he hoped they didn't take this long to pay up. Dinner was waiting for him.

Minutes passed before the sounds stopped and Ren stepped back into the living room. In one hand was an open book, and in the other was a wooden stick.

"I have your payment here." He smirked and pointed the wand at the two guards.

The book glowed, and ropes emerged from thin air around the guards.

"What the--!"

The ropes wrapped around Moire before he could react. They pinned his arms to his sides and bound his ankles together. He fell to the floor with a deafening crash of metallic armour. Decro hit the floor, trussed up similarly. The ropes were not done yet. More of them coiled around the dragon's body, criss-crossing in intricate weaves before squeezing tighter.

Moire gasped and squirmed like a worm on the floor. It was getting hard to breathe. Thankfully, the ropes stopped tightening, weaving themselves into inescapable knots behind him. The two guards thrashed about on the ground, trying in vain to escape.

"Let us go this instant, or there will be consequences!" Moire threatened.

"Oh?" Ren chuckled. "But I'm just about to get the payment for the King!"

"Untie us this instant!"

"Hmm." The panda pretended to consider. "Nah, I don't think so! You see, I'm a wizard, and we don't need kings to protect us; we have enough power to take care of ourselves."

"You don't--"

"But if your greedy King wants money, that can be arranged. I just need to set you two up, starting with..."

He looked back and forth between the two guards before finally settling on Decro.

"...you!"

He pointed his wand at Decro and raised it. The bound wolf floated into the air, squirming in panic.

"Let me down!"

Ren flicked his wand, and the wolf was dragged towards him.

"Up my tower we go!"

He sauntered through a doorway and pranced up the stairs, with Decro floating behind him.

"Hey! Hey! Stop this!"

Moire watched the pair disappear up the tower.

"Blazing curses," the dragon grumbled, squirming against the ropes. They were made of strong jute fibres, twisted together into a tough braid. He wouldn't be getting out of this with brute strength.

He squirmed and writhed, but there were too many ropes. They were wound around him so many times, his armour was almost hidden beneath the layers of coiled cords. Despite his best efforts, the rope held fast. He collapsed on the floor in defeat.

"W-what are you doing to me?" Decro's shouts could be heard from above. "Unhand me!"

Moire renewed his efforts. He couldn't give up now, not while his partner was in danger. But if brute force was insufficient, he'd have to think of another way out. He scanned the room, looking for something, anything, that he could use. He couldn't see much from the ground, but he didn't have a choice.

"You'll be punished for this! Stop this right now!"

The dragon spotted the glint of a steak knife sticking out over the edge of the wooden table. That would work. He pressed his shoulder into the ground and shoved sideways, pushing himself across the floor. He was making progress, slowly but surely. But he needed to be faster.

"Stop! Don't--argh! No!"

This was close enough. Moire pulled in his knees and kicked the table leg. The table barely budged because of the weight of all the books. He kicked harder and his helmet fell off, clattering away. But his strategy was working; the knife was teetering precariously over the table. Another kick. The knife fell blade first, bouncing off his steel greaves before clattering on the floor.

Thank goodness for his armour.

"Ghrr! Ahh--ahh--please!"

The dragon moved so his hands were next to the knife. Twisting his fingers, he pushed through the ropes so he could grab the knife. Back and forth, he moved the blade, cutting through the ropes one by one. Just a bit more. With one last cut, the coils fell apart into useless strands. He was free!

"Moire! Moire! Help! Hel--mfnght!"

There was no time to retrieve his helmet. The dragon hastily brushed off the ropes and dashed up the tower. As he came to the top of the stairs, he crept to avoid alerting Ren with his noisy armour. There was a huge wooden door separating the stairs from the next room.

"Hnfgh!" The wolf's muffled grunts could be heard from behind the door.

Moire peered through the keyhole and put his hand over his mouth, suppressing a gasp of surprise. Decro had been stripped off all his armour, leaving him bare in his white and grey fur. More ropes were coiled around his body and through metal rings attached to the stone wall. They kept him in a standing position, thrashing in his prison of cords. A huge ball gag was clasped around the back of his head, stifling his screams.

Ren was knelt down beside Decro, playing with the wolf's exposed manhood. The canine shook his head in protest, yelping in terror.

What was the wizard doing to him?

He had to put a stop to this perverted madnesss. Moire stood up and pushed lightly against the door. It wasn't locked. He peeked through the keyhole again. The wizard's wand was on a stack of books, so he couldn't use any spells. This was his chance. He kicked the door open and pointed his spear at the wizard.

"Stop what you're doing right now!"

Ren jumped in surprise, but he recovered with a grin.

"Oh? Is the dragon eager for his turn?"

"Enough games. Cooperate with me and I won't have to hurt you."

"Hurt me? With what?"

Moire thrust the tip of his spear forward to threaten the mage, but there was a flash of light. The spear was sliced in two near the top, and the spearhead clattered to the ground.

"Silly dragon. Did you think I can't do magic without my wand?"

Ren raised his arms and huge tentacles emerged from the wall next to Decro. They writhed across the ground, snaking their way towards Moire. The dragon turned to run, but the tentacles were faster. They lept towards him, twisting around his waist and ankles.

"No!"

The tentacles pulled the struggling dragon back towards the wall, coiling around his body much like the ropes did. However, the tentacles were more squirmy, groping all over his armour. They held fast, refusing to release him despite his struggles. Beside him, Decro let out a defeated whimper.

"Sorry, I tried."

The wolf nodded.

"Don't you worry." Ren tilted his head playfully and grinned. "I know you want to be milked for all you're worth, but you'll have to wait your turn. I'll need to set up my special device for your fellow soldier first."

He grabbed Decro's hanging orbs and gave them a gentle squeeze. The wolf gasped.

"You're sick! What are you doing to him?"

"Don't you worry. See? He enjoys this!"

Ren traced his fingers around the canine's furry sheath, massaging the firm flesh within. Decro trembled, letting out a muffled groan. As the mage continued to handle the guard's maleness, the red rocket emerged from its sheath. The panda grabbed the throbbing shaft and began pumping it with fervent thrusts. Decro twisted his hips, trying to pull away from the mage, but the ropes were too tight. He huffed in embarrassed pleasure as the red panda coaxed out his unwilling erection.

Ren stepped back, satisfied with his handiwork. He went over to a cylindrical device that was mounted on a rusty stand with three legs. Glass vials were attached to its sides, connected by clear tubes. The wizard dragged the device across the ground, manoeuvring it around the messy clutter of books, tables, and contraptions that were placed haphazardly about the room. He moved the device next to the wolf.

"Meet my Essence Extractor! My alchemical potions require expensive ingredients from time to time, but with this device, I can get it for free! All I need is a subject to extract it from."

The panda stroked the wolf's erect shaft, and the wolf shuddered from the sensation.

"Now let's hook you up."

Ren took out a small black ring and stretched it wider. He carefully slid it over the wolf's shaft, pushed the canid knot through it, and let it tighten around the base of the guard's cock. Decro yelped in pain. The ring squeezed his sceptre, preventing it from softening and retreating into its sheath.

"Next, the milking tube."

The wizard picked up a glass tube that was attached to the extractor by a clear tube. On the other end of the tube was a rubber cap with a hole. He slid that end over Decro's shaft, popping his knot through the rubber hole so the tube sat snugly over the dick. Ren pulled the lever on the device and it spluttered to life.

"Ughhff!" Decro groaned as the machine milked his cock.

The suction pulled the red meat deeper into the tube before releasing the pressure with a hiss. It repeated the process again and again as it attempted to induce the wolf's orgasm. But Decro would not give in.

"Not going to cum for me?" Ren teased, fondling the wolf's balls.

The sight of his struggling comrade stirred something in Moire.

"Stop!" the dragon yelled angrily. "That's enough. He won't give up his essence for you."

"Oh? You're saying pleasure won't get him off? How about pain?"

Ren grabbed the wolf's jewels and tugged. Decro let out a high-pitched yelp and shook his head violently.

"Wait!"

"If that's what gets him to spill his essence, I'll do it."

The wizard laughed and squeezed the wolfnuts harder. The wolf was shaking in agony. His eyes pleaded for mercy as his whimpers filled the air.

"No! Please stop!"

"Are you sure? I thought you said he needs pain to shoot his load?"

"That's not what I meant. Please."

"Oh I know." Ren chuckled. "Toying with you Royal Guards is oh so fun. Very well, I'll go back to milking him since you asked so nicely. But you need to be punished for your outburst."

Before Moire could ask, a ball gag appeared out of nowhere and flew into his mouth.

"Ghrk!"

It forced his jaws wide open with its firm girth. The straps were buckled around his head by magic, keeping the gag in place. Moire pushed against the ball with his tongue; it was well and truly stuck.

"Mghhft!" he protested.

"Much better!" Ren turned back to the wolf. "Now for you. If this isn't enough for you to climax, then maybe a little... encouragement will help."

Blue glowing rings with runic symbols appeared in the air around Decro's dick. While Moire couldn't see what the magic rings were doing, he could see its effect. The wolf's head was thrown back in pleasure as he moaned into his gag.

"I have more in store for you, mutt."

Ren picked up a stone cylinder on the table. Its round shaft was tapered towards the top, ending in a rounded tip. A narrow neck connected the cylinder to its flared base. More runic symbols were inscribed in a ring around the shaft. It was an anal plug, albeit far too large for anyone to handle, much less someone inexperienced like Decro. The mage brought it over to the wolf, who was utterly lost in ecstasy.

"Nghrrth rht!" Moire tried to warn Decro, but the wolf was too overwhelmed by pleasure to notice.

The red panda reached around the wolf's waist, navigating the plug into place. The canine gasped in surprise as the sudden realisation hit, but it was too late. Ren thrust the oversized plug into Decro's rear.

Surely it wouldn't fit.

The wolf renewed his struggles as Ren slid the toy into him. When the mage finally stepped back, the plug was gone. A plug of that size could only fit into the wolf because of magic. However, the wolf's distress was very apparent. The canine strained against the ropes with all his might, trying to expel the plug, but to no avail.

Ren snapped his fingers. There was a buzzing sound as the plug began vibrating.

"Hgnf?!" The wolf's eyes were wide open in shock.

"You're finally leaking precum. You must be getting close."

Decro frantically shook his head in protest.

"Aww, don't be like that." Ren stroked the arctic wolf's head, combing his fingers through the soft grey fur. "Go on, shoot your essence like a good pup."

He grabbed the extractor's lever and cranked it lower. The milker's pumps grew faster and stronger, sucking Decro for all his worth. Yet the wolf held back, refusing to give in to the red panda's wishes.

"No? We can make it more intense."

Ren pulled the lever lower, further increasing the intensity of the extractor. Decro huffed, twisted his hips, and tensed his pelvic muscles. He wasn't going to give in.

"I'd love to play with you all day, but I need to attend to your dragon friend, too." Ren cranked the lever all the way down.

Decro reacted immediately. His knees buckled, but the ropes held him up. Moire could tell the wolf was trying his best, but it was a losing battle. The canine's muffled groans were shaky from the impending orgasm. It was only a matter of time before he cracked.

And crack he did. Decro gasped as he climaxed, flooding the glass tube with his white essence. The pump worked like a charm, siphoning the essence away until the tube was clear again. The wolf's spunk was sucked into the extractor where it flowed into the various vials.

"Oh, that's quite the yield." Ren grinned. "You're good at this."

The wolf was slumped against the wall, his head bowed in defeat. As much as Moire wanted to help Decro, he could only watch helplessly as the wolf's spirits were crushed.

"I'll let the extractor continue. The magic rings will keep your arousal at its peak, so you can keep producing essence. Now it's your turn, dragon."

Moire grunted indignantly. He wasn't going to give the wizard what he wanted.

"Let's get that clunky armour off you."

Ren searched the room, rummaging through shelves of vials filled with colourful liquids. He shoved stuff aside, pushing stacks of books and rolls of parchments off the shelves and onto the already-messy floor.

"It's got to be here somewhere... ah!" He pulled out a vial of bright green liquid. "It's nothing special, just some acid."

He returned to Moire. With a wave of his hand, the tendrils parted, pulling his wrists and ankles to the side. The dragon squirmed, feeling vulnerable in his spreadeagled position.

"I don't want to get this over you, but if you keep moving, it'll get onto your skin and eat through your flesh and bones."

Moire stopped struggling, allowing Ren to uncork the vial and pour acid over his armour joints. There was a sizzling sound as it came in contact with the metal, dissolving it like a jet of water tearing through parchment. The dragon's gauntlets fell to the floor, followed by his pauldrons, then his chestplate, revealing a padded leather gambeson beneath. Ren grabbed a dagger and sliced the gambeson into shreds.

"Beautiful," Ren cooed as he stroked the dragon's sculpted pecs and defined abs.

The dragon didn't appreciate the attention, but his muffled protests did nothing to stop the wizard from feeling him up. The red panda's fingers were warm against his cool scales, sending shivers up his spine. He snorted defiantly, but it came out as a pleasured huff.

"Good boy."

Moire groaned. He couldn't deny that the panda's touch was stoking his arousal. The wizard's hands were caressing his sides, filling him with ticklish bliss. The room was filled with the dragon's short, high-pitch moans.

"Let's get the rest of your armour off."

Ren picked up the vial of acid and poured it over the dragon's cuisses, greaves, and boots. Within seconds, they were useless scrap metal on the ground. With his dagger, Ren made short work of the leather chausses Moire wore beneath his armour, leaving the dragon naked.

"Mnffhg! Ngfddth!" Moire grunted.

"Now, back to your previous position you go."

Ren waved his hand. The tentacles coiled up, pulling Moire's arms behind his back and binding his feet together. Without his armour, the dragon could feel their pulsating, fleshy forms press against his scales.

A few tendrils twisted around his shins and thighs, squeezing them together. More tentacles wound themselves around his chest and arms. They coiled tighter, constricting the dragon in their vice-like grip, making it hard to breathe. The tips of the tendrils writhed about, brushing against the guard's face, neck, and anywhere else that was exposed.

Moire protested. Beside him, Decro was struggling against the ropes, as if he could somehow escape and free the dragon from his predicament. Their efforts were futile.

Ren made sure the tendrils left the dragon's groin region alone. He rubbed his palm over the smooth, leathery skin at Moire's crotch, kneading the flesh with firm squeezes.

"Aww, you're blushing. I knew you'd enjoy this."

Moire glared at the red panda. The wizard was deriving his sick enjoyment from their suffering and humiliation. The dragon couldn't let the red panda get what wanted. He couldn't let the depraved mage win.

"You're moist to the slit," Ren teased, sliding his fingers over the dragon's genital vent.

Moire clenched his pelvic muscles. The mage was massaging his sensitive flesh, pressing firmly against the dragon's slit opening.

"Mnft!" Moire shook his head.

"Don't be such a hog-wrangler. I'm doing all the hard work, anyway. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

The dragon could not disagree more. Ren was a few inches away from violating the sanctity of his manhood. The red panda pressed his fingers on either side of the dragon's slit and spread the skin apart. Moire grunted.

"You're dripping. I should've started with you if I knew you were so eager. No wonder you broke free from the ropes and came straight to me. Saved me a lot of trouble there."

The dragon did his best to ignore the taunts. Ren was trying to annoy him, and it was working. Moire needed to block it out. He closed his eyes and--

"Gnfrk!" He gasped.

The wizard had pushed his fingers into the dragon's wet slit, gently rubbing the sensitive flesh within. He found the draconic cock nestled within its hearth, throbbing firmly against his fingertips. Moire protested once more, but the mage ignored him.

The wizard gripped the sturdy staff and pumped it up and down. The inner cavity restricted his movement, but it was enough to kindle Moire's sexual need. Ren stroked the shaft, moving up to its tapered tip and giving it a squeeze. The dragon's mast stiffened, getting too big for the confines of its slit. Its tip emerged from the top of the genital vent. Ren let go, allowing the dragon's erection to present itself despite its reluctant owner.

"You're a very healthy specimen, too." The red panda caressed the dragon's pride. "The King sure knows how to pick his loyal subjects. You two have very exquisite treasures."

Moire shook his head, fighting the gag in his mouth as he tried to hurl swears and curses at the wizard.

"Ah, right! You want to be milked. No wonder you're so angsty. Good thing I have another extractor for times like this."

Ren scoured the room, finding another milking device hidden behind a pile of runic tablets. He dragged it over to Moire and fitted the glass tube over the dragon's dick. A tentacle coiled around it eagerly, holding it in place over the milking target.

Moire steeled himself. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't give in to it. His will was strong. He was the King's royal guard, handpicked by the High Commander himself! He couldn't lose to a lowly peasant and his dirty magic tricks. Not like this.

The wizard pulled the lever, and the device started sucking the sensitive sceptre. The immediate gush of pleasure turned the dragon into a quivering mess.

Gotta... fight...

"You know what? I think you need some encouragement."

The wizard pranced across to room to retrieve another enchanted anal plug. Moire squirmed.

"It's even now!" Ren chuckled. "If your comrade has help for essence production, it's only fair you get the same."

He stood in front of the bound dragon and pressed the tip of the plug against Moire's rear. The dragon clenched tightly. He would make it impossible for the panda to debase his tailhole. But his thoughts were merely that: thoughts. The moment the plug was pressed against his pucker, its enchantments activated. Against his will, Moire's rear muscles immediately relaxed.

"Mnfttt!"

The toy slid into his tunnel, unhindered by the dragon's pucker despite his futile attempts to clench. Moire winced. The plug was girthy, spreading his inner walls open with its unyielding form. Its smooth, stone surface was cool against his flesh, which felt like they were burning from the strain. Despite Moire's yelps of pain, Ren pushed the plug further into the dragon.

Surely it wouldn't fit into him, not all of it. It was too massive!

But the red panda was determined. The polished surface allowed the cylindrical shaft to continue delving into the dragon's inner passage. Moire squirmed and writhed. It felt like the toy was filling out his lower torso and compressing his organs. Rationally, he knew the plug wasn't that huge, but his nerve endings were overwhelming him with exaggerated sensations.

Moire's pucker clenched around the neck of the plug, hilting the toy in him with a grat force. He gasped once from the surprise pounding, and a second time as it came to life with its energetic vibrations. The pulses reverberated through his body like vibrations through a brass gong, his pleasured moans their resounding crash.

"One last thing."

Ren cast a spell to produce magical blue rings around Moire's cock. The dragon burst into a barrage of moans. Wave after wave of potent pleasure was erupting from his manhood, flooding through him like a tiny cup overflowing beneath a waterfall. He could feel imaginary hands on his dick, stroking and kneading, groping and pumping.

And the arousal, oh the arousal.

Moire was shaking. His legs lost all his strength. He couldn't feel the rest of his body; the only sensations he could feel were concentrated at the crux of his maleness.

No... he couldn't... give in...

He wouldn't...

His eyes were closed, but his vision was filled with splashes of dancing colours.

Not like this.

The machine sucked his throbbing cock relentlessly.

Not to this peasant.

He couldn't keep it in. He couldn't hold back the overwhelming weight of his raging libido.

He had to fight!

"Gnfttt!"

In a moment of weakness, his tense muscles let go. The dragon thrust his hips against the milking tube repeatedly as he shot jet after jet of his draconic warmth into the extractor. He huffed in pleasure, filled with the liberating sense of sexual release. It felt amazing.

But the afterglow was short-lived. The device unceremoniously sucked his cock clean of every last drop of cum. His satisfaction plummeted into the numbing feeling of emptiness. Moire let out a tired whimper and looked at the milking machine. The vials on its sides were filling up with his misdeed.

"Very, very good." Ren hopped gleefully. "You're much faster than your puppy friend. You must've been so needy. But no worries, this is the perfect place for you to let it all out."

He pulled the lever on the device, bringing it up to maximum intensity. Moire could only moan in response. The enchanted rings around his cock sent tingles up his throbbing shaft. Despite having just climaxed, the magic was inciting the dragon's arousal, working him up to his next orgasm.

Moire tried to fight it, but his strength was already sapped. He could give in to the pleasure and let it ease the numbness, fill the emptiness. But that would mean admitting defeat. Not that it meant anything anymore. He had lost the moment he spilled his seed.

"Mmm. I'm so happy the King sent you two to collect taxes. I think you're the only arctic wolf in the whole kingdom. That makes your essence very rare, and very valuable."

He lifted Decro's chin and looked into the wolf's defeated eyes.

"And you." He turned to Moire and stroked his chest. "Dragon essence is one of the most potent ingredients in alchemy. I'm sure one vial of your essence will go for a hefty sum."

Moire glared at the mage, but the fire in his eyes had already been extinguished.

"With enough time, my essence extractors will draw out enough ingredients to pay the King's taxes. How much was it again? Three silvers and..."

He looked at the wolf expectantly, but the canine was lost in the limbo of laboured libido.

"Right, three silvers and twenty bronze krots." He chuckled at his quip. "But until then, I'll need to keep you two cash cows here. And just so you don't get any ideas to escape..."

He waved his hand, and two maroon strips of cloth lept into existence. Each one flew to a guard, covering their eyes and wrapping around their heads. Their ends were woven into knots, tying the blindfold securely.

"There! Can't find a way to escape if you can't see it!"

Without his sight, Moire's attention focused on the physical sensations assaulting his body. The groping tentacles, the vibrating plug, the milking tube. With nothing to focus on, tuning out the stimulating sensations was impossible. The next orgasm was inevitable. A flash of heat washed through him as he let loose once more.

"Oh, my pet dragon has shot a second load! You better buck up, pup, or you'll still be stuck here while your comrade earns his freedom."

Moire could hear the mage doing something to Decro, and the wolf let out a yelp of pain, followed by a soft whimper.

"Or... I could keep you both here. After all, there's next year's tax too."

The dragon snorted.

"Not to mention that your King has a reputation of raising taxes. It'll be hard to keep up these yearly payments if I lose my steady source of income."

No!

"Keep up your production." Ren chuckled. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you two. Really good care."

Moire could hear the red panda's footsteps walking away, followed by the scraping of wood and creaking hinges as the door closed. The red panda was gone, but it didn't improve the situation. The dragon struggled and squirmed, but the tentacles didn't yield.

He could hear Decro's muffled groans beside him as the canine climaxed. The dragon, too, was forcefully thrust into his next one. As their spunk was fed to the machines, their gagged moans echoed through the alchemy lab before subsiding into weary gasps.

Moire was tired. Very tired. He was sure the wolf was at his limits, too. But there was nothing they could do except to wait for their next orgasm. And the next.

Climax after climax.

Again.

And again.

And again.

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~ End ~