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I had such a cute little dragon slut for a while, although it was a very long time ago. Being a non-'morph meant there were very few things he could do in life, but that never made him sad. What he loved was to be treated like a slave... something like a house pet if you will. Although he never really understood the difference, all it meant was that he liked kinky sex on top of living with whomever he was with.

He was a very monogamous individual by nature, aside from the strange things he liked to do or have done to him, he wasn't all for orgies or exhibitions. He preferred to keep his sex life private. Completely normal sexual behavior, it was I who was polygamous, although I fought that urge so as to not hurt this particular dragon's feelings. Mating habits aside, nothing else about this dragon's kinks were considered normal, but that's what made him so fuckable.

Being a non-'morph, he never wore cloths... not like society considered it a requirement, although it was fairly obvious by how he walked and how he acted that he was fully sentient. At times he wore the bondage gear he enjoyed being dressed in outside, but he didn't like to have that kind of attention drawn to him. Not like what he enjoyed to wear was all that creepy, in fact it was quite simple. Mundanes usually didn't catch on that he was in bondage gear, to them it just seemed like an everyday thing.

A studded leather collar around his neck he loved to wear, not like that was too out of place in everyday life. The identical bands he wore on his legs at the ankles were a little bit unusual. The tail bands he wore at both the base and the tip were not that out of place, but conversely the heavy straps he wore around his wings to keep them closed was a bit unusual by comparison.

Being born with wings at all drew attention to him wherever he went. It was an attention he didn't enjoy, but then his genuine shyness was something I never quite understood. Nevertheless, he loved having his wings bound pretty much all the time. The feeling of being grounded was something that excited him more than flying about. It makes logical sense when you consider he was acrophobic, he never took well to flying.

Light bondage gear aside, he was a cute non-'morph dragon all the time. He was no larger than how one might perceive an adult lion, with around the same muscle mass and stride of a large feline. His lush green scales were a constant color across his body, even along his soft belly the color was the same. His squared dragon maw tapered slightly at his nose, his head adorned with a pair of horns that swept back along his neck. He wished his horns trimmed short, something he needed a mate to do, as he couldn't trim them himself. Keeping his horns trimmed short was about as strange as keeping his claws trimmed... which is to say not at all.

He loved being subdued or commanded over just about anything, savoring the time he spend with a mate that would indulge this fantasy of his. He wished to be kept chained down or locked up, only wanting to be "let free" when he was needed for a task or if he asked first. I had no problem indulging him of his kink, although keeping him chained up or caged was about as impractical as one can be in a two bedroom apartment.

He had a room all to himself, even then I kept him in the lion cage I happened to own for this exact situation. He didn't have much in the way of employment himself, but my profession at the time was research and development for military applications, so I had no trouble paying the bills on my own. It was fun having him around when I did, I would keep him locked up to sleep at night, letting him out to keep the apartment "guarded" or when he needed the exercise.

I didn't start out wanting to talk about what kind of men I've dated, I started to recount a time I had a little fun with this specific dragon. When you're living with someone this kinky, you can't help but talk about some of the things you did with them. It's sort of expected, especially when I've already gone to all this trouble to talk about him and to describe what he looked like.

Myself, on the other hand, I will not talk about much. Consider me a reclusive person... or at least a silent lurker even when it comes to my own life. I enjoy telling the tales of others more than myself, as my own life is something most find distasteful at best, monstrous at worst.

I will say that my species was feline, a common house cat most would call a mackerel tabby. Nothing all to unique about my light and dark gray striped fur, complete with the signature "M" marking on my forehead. My normal weight was around a hundred-sixty pounds, although athletic, I was shy of a true mesomorph build. I really don't like to say my athletic build was lithe, even though it was. Whenever one describes themselves as "lithe," immediately most think of "girly," which I was not.

Overall, my appearance was as mundane as they come, aside from the most obvious lack of a tail. My body lacked a tail not by birth, but from a horrible accident that took it from me decades ago. A tail isn't necessary to live, mind you, and it happened so long ago that I never really missed it. Besides, there are far worse things for an anthropomorphic to loose than a tail... eyes and arms are just two things that immediately come to mind.

There is much more to tell about me than just my unremarkable appearance. But as I am the storyteller, more about me will be told as the moment arises. No sense going into detail when I'd much rather talk about at lest one event of many with my aforementioned dragon slave.

My specific field of expertise involved genetics and arcane technologies. I spent most of my time "in the field," so to speak, rather than in a lab. Work on this day wasn't any different, it was long and arduous, barely allowing me to pull myself away from it to return home to rest. The only thought keeping me going was returning home to have some fun with my dragon, whom was there waiting for me. I hadn't really played with him in a week, partially because denial was enjoyable to him, but mostly because I didn't have the stamina I once had for constant sex.

Yes, I was noticeably older than my slave, but not so old I couldn't get hard anymore. I was in my forties, and though I was in good physical shape for a male my age, I just didn't have the sexual stamina I did when I was younger. It might then surprise you that I had a mate in his early twenties. You could say he was a mooch, that all he wanted from me was money and a place to stay. You could say these mean things, but then I'd have to pluck out your eyes and choke you on them.

The real explanation was that mates in his age bracket were either unwilling, or too inexperienced to indulge him in the kinks he enjoyed. He got off on things younger mates didn't know how to do, so what better mate than one experienced in such kinks. I'm sure if he looked hard enough, he could find a dominant closer his age, but he preferred mates closer my age for the experience.

No sooner had I walked through my apartment door was I greeted by my cheerful slave. The non-'morph greeting me with adorable enthusiasm one might expect from a feral household pet. Although he wasn't obnoxious about it, not like a large feral dog knocking you down with excitement, he just sat on his haunches and rapidly swished his tail like the dragon he was. His heavy tail could easily knock about any loose-sitting objects I had lying around, but my apartment was big enough to accommodate his large body.

"Welcome home, master." He said with a smile.

I spoke very little, smiling back at him as I rubbed the top of his head. I walked past him, moving to my plush couch that sat adjacent the sixty-inch, high definition monitor I had mounted to the opposite wall. I flopped down on the end of my couch, slouching as I enjoyed to do nost of the time. I sat in this position with my legs out and my arms across my chest, perfectly relaxed now that I was home with my dragon.

The couch and monitor were one of the few pieces of furniture I kept in my living room, the other being bookshelves along the wall opposite the front door, and in-tables that book-ended my large couch. A computer was here, hooked up to the large monitor. An entertainment center sat under the monitor, but it was mostly littered with junk. The living room décor was mostly medieval weaponry hanging from my walls, all of them real and all of them I was trained to fight with.

Once I was comfortable, my slave came over and lay at my feet. He took my right foot and held it between his fore claws, untying and removing my shoe carefully with his teeth. I lifted my foot out of my shoe, keeping my foot up so he could slide off my sock... mostly using his tongue for that. Once my foot was bare, he tenderly licked my foot, sliding that sexy, reptilian tongue of his in between my toes and down my ticklish arch.

My feet were never really sore from work, but that never stopped my slave from tending to them when I got home. I found this desire of his to clean my feet quite relaxing, there are few things more enjoyable than having a dragon lick your feet at the end of a long day.

He licked that one foot for a while before I placed the foot to his side, so he could do the same to the other. Like the right, he untied my left shoe with his teeth, then slid off my sock with the dexterity of his tongue. His cleaned that foot as well, the left being a little more ticklish than the right. My slave could make me giggle from an act so simple, something that made him happy, as well as pleasing me.

Watching my slave act like a dog while licking my feet was an adorable sight. I never understood the foot fetish, but then that wasn't going to stop me from enjoying it. Many times I considered this habit of my slave, being a scientist I can't help but make sense of things I don't understand. I had met his parents once, they were supportive of their son, although quite bizarre that they were a wingless, anthropomorphic couple. From what they told me, my slave as a whelp had a fondness of uniting shoes. Nothing perverse about the behavior, although adorable as a feral puppy playfully doing the same thing.

My slave cleaned my left foot for a while still, before I sat both of my feet in front of him. He purred deeply, loving it whenever I allowed him to indulge his fetish with my feet. His tail wagged with a great excitement that he tried to contain with a bit of modestly. He started with my right foot, lapping around my foot as he delicately took my toes into his mouth to suckle them. He purred as he slipped his mouth further down, sucked on the end of my foot. His tongue extended down my foot, almost to the ankle, showing his enthusiasm for feet like one might expect one to show for cock.

My slave was such a cute male, going from one foot to the other as he sucked on my toes. Cute all the same, but still a large dragon that could easily bite off my toes if he wanted to. I wasn't worried about that, despite how big he was, my slave was a timid sweetheart that had trouble hurting an insect skittering across kitchen floor.

That, among many other reasons, were why my slave didn't like to be outside, unless escorted by a loved one. The looks he would receive from strangers made him nervous. Some were intrigued by his body, while others were merely casting uninterested looks. Others still expressed a good deal of fear of him. Much like the big, muscular man that wins fights simply because everyone backs away from him, so too did some back away from my slave when he came near.

He was still a sweet and loving dragon slave, despite his intimidating size. He carefully went from foot to foot, sucking my toes and licking my feet all the way to my ankles. I lifted one foot and stroked his cheeks, just to show him what a fine job he was doing. My slave looked up at me, his mind opening to mine and our thoughts became as one. We shared our feeling and thoughts with one another, as well as what my plans with him might be for the evening.

The power of telepathy was mine, a rare ability I possessed among a few others. The gene that allowed for this gift was rare, it was not as improbable as one might initially assume. The evolution of the psyker genome has been carefully monitored for thousands of years, usually the ability is very minor, but occasionally is one born with tremendous power. I was not born with such power.

My natural psychic abilities were greatly limited. I could could the thoughts of others, but only at close range, additionally I could manifest psychic bubbles no further than the range of my touch. It's fair to put my abilities into perspective, granted the gene was rare, but as far as psykers go, limited abilities were common. In the past five thousand years, only a very small number of psykers have reportedly possessed what I would call godlike abilities.

Focusing back on my aforementioned telepathic abilities, I could only scan someones mind if they allowed me into their thoughts, or if I forced my will upon them. The latter was dangerous, both to me and my victim. For a willing mind (like my dragon slave) their was no danger, outside of either of us learning things about one another we really didn't want the other to know.

My slave loved our mental bond whenever I scanned him. He willingly allowed me into his thoughts as deep as I would permit. However, the deeper I would dive into his mind, the deeper his mind would dive into mine. There were things in my mind my slave couldn't know, dark and twisted things that almost caused him physical harm the first time I scanned him.

Very few take well to having their mind scanned by a psyker for the first time. The sensation of having another mind merging with your own causes a sensation of madness for the beginner, especially one unfamiliar with the very concept of madness. Like waking from a dream you swore was reality, a telepathic scan leaves a fading imprint onto the mind of both scanner and scanned that few know how to deal with. Psykers are usually trained to deal with this imprint, as well as becoming complacent to it's presence over time.

Anyone who has dabbled with heavy hallucinogens will be familiar with the concept of having thoughts or images enter your mind. The mentally disturbed also deal quite well with this imprint the first time through. But my slave was mundane in this regard, he never abused drugs, he didn't hear voices nor was he afflicted with any kind of mental illness. Being scanned his first time played havoc on his psyche, havoc I blame myself for.

I desperately wanted to share minds with my slave when we first met, more so the longer he lived with me while I indulged him in the kinks he enjoyed. To me, scanning a lover's mind was more intimate than sexual contact, an intimacy I hoped my slave would enjoy. It didn't take him much coaxing to agree to his first scan, he found my powers both intriguing and exciting.

Like a good slave, he let my mind in rather than try and fight the scan... a mistake many first time recipients make. Depending on whose will is stronger, resisting a scan can injure the scanner just as easily as the one being scanned.

Once our minds were joined, all was well, we shared our thoughts and our feelings the night through. We touched each others thoughts as we did our bodies in the middle of my living room floor. Our warm bodies pressed against one another, though our sexual contact was only in our merging fantasies. I saw my slaves fantasies and experienced the pleasure he felt from them, in turn he shared what few of mine I was willing to show him.

As the night when on, I felt my slave's perception begin to alter on its own. He began to dive into my thoughts, pressing his weaker will deliberately against my stronger will. It was as if he was attempting to find the corners of my thoughts I wasn't willing to share with him, but in truth he was becoming aroused at the danger of the scan.

It wasn't like him, my dragon slave got off on being commanded, not so much the reckless abandon he was attempting. While our thoughts were merged, I explained the danger of what he was attempting and told him to stop. He understood and obeyed, but by then the night was coming to an end. I put my slave into the cage he loved being locked in and went off to sleep, my weekend was over and work called me in the early mourning hours.

But the night didn't end for my slave, nor did it end the following mourning. For days afterward, he told me he could still hear my thoughts in his mind. He dreamed of his new lust and it filled him with a carnal craving not at all like his usual demeanor. To my dismay, the craving wasn't leaving him. I could hear him in my own dreams, moaning from the uncontrollable lust he was feeling all over his scaled body.

A few days later still, I went to let him out of his cage and he begged me to keep him locked up. His arousal was unbearable, the imprint I left in him had yet to fade away. Even so, he was fully enjoying the impression my psyche left on him, so I kept him locked up to enjoy the sensation while it lasted. I didn't know at the time that the impression wasn't fading at all, it was possessing him.

When I cam home that night, I found him laying in his cage, completely exhausted from having sucked himself off all that day. Although he disliked masturbating without my permission, he couldn't resist while I was away. Being found laying with a mouth full of his own cum embarrassed my slave more than it angered me. It's not as if I was bothered by his self pleasuring, but what did upset me was just how much he was trying to suck himself off without any satisfaction.

Imagine if you can, being a young male (if you already aren't one), masturbating so furiously that your cock begins to chaff, or bleed at worst. That's how hard my slave was trying to pleasure himself to fantasies he couldn't satisfy on his own.

I took him from his cage and chained him to his bedroom floor, so I might properly indulge the lust that wouldn't leave him. Whips and paddles were his main kink at the time, as well as whatever sex toy I happen to have laying around. I beat my slave until he cried for more, thoroughly enjoying the punishment I was inflicting on him. He begged for many things: having toys slid into his scaled ass was another thing he loved, not surprising at all considering he was a good submissive male.

It was when his kinks turned dark that I realized I wasn't pleasuring my dragon slave anymore, but some mind-washed hybrid of myself and my non-'morph lover. He asked me to do things to him I had no intention of doing, begging me to cut off his wings, his tail and even his claws. These torturous fancies were not my timid slave's kinks, but dark ones I tried very hard to hide from everyone.

I didn't want to hurt the ones I loved... just everyone else in the world. Douche bag co-workers, idiots on the street, punk teenagers too stupid to realize their own mortality; these were the targets of my dark desires.

I scanned my slaves mind again, trying to siphon off these dark desires while I tried to satisfy is less disturbing cravings. Sadly, at the time my kinks were his kinks and there wasn't much I could do about it. I could have just left him chained up for a day longer and he would've been fine, but I had a quicker solution.

I had many friends and former lovers that were more than willing to help me do many things. From moving my belongings to hiding a body, they were there for me with no questions asked. I knew a mare, younger than myself but not as young as my slave, she came over within minutes of me summoning her to help me with my "little problem."

I stripped her bare in front of my slave, placing her down on hands and knees in front of him, ass first, so that he could smell her sex as she pressed it to his nose. My slave didn't like orgies, but at the time he was not in his right mind. I freed him from his chains once he took his first whiff of her sex, mounting her forcefully like a wolf mounting a bitch in heat. He enjoyed her rear end while he watched me enjoy her mouth. After that night, the imprint was gone, although my slave was very embarrassed for taking part in his first threesome.

I would've never forgiven myself if I had hurt him, or allowed my slave to hurt himself. Although he never remembered asking me to do the things he asked, it was for the best. Many scans and just as much fun later, he had become complacent with my psychic imprint, and never had an imprint left in his mind had that unforeseen effect again.

I think it's safe to say that I had much fun with this little dragon slut while our time lasted, and though I have given but one little piece of a tale already, I will not leave you hanging on that. It's just hard to find interesting things to discuss when the first thing you get at home is having a dragon give you a loving (if not completely wet) foot bath to relax your tired old feet after a long day of work.

We spoke very little when our minds were merged, there was little need for such communication when our thoughts were being shared. My slave indulged his foot fetish while I shared with him my thoughts on what I wanted to do with him. He listened as he sucked on my toes, loving the dirty thoughts that involved his sexy dragon body. My toes were getting too wet for my liking, so he stopped his fun. He lay his head down and I propped my feet up on his shoulders like he was a stool, a submissive position he genuinely loved being in.

Unlike my telepathy, my ability to manifest psychic bubble was physical rather than psychological, allowing me to psychically manipulate my environment. I've never really understood quantum mechanics, but from what physicists have told me, this power affects matter on the quantum level. I could cause the molecules surrounding a living creature or object to expand or contract... depending on how I willed. Normally this meant I could defend parts of my body from damage, as well as inflict damage on something I was in physical contact with.

I could do many other things with this ability, outside of the obvious combat applications. Sexual applications were a lot more interesting to me. I could expand the length and girth of my erection, much in the same manner one could use a standard penis-pump. I could, but that application never aroused me. What did arouse me was being able to subdue and pleasure someone (forcefully if necessary) without the need of ropes, chains or toys.

Using my dragon slave's large body as a reference point: if I were to hold his tail in my hand, I could lock his hips in place with my will alone. His muscles and joints would tighten and he would not be able to move until I let him go. From there, I could force his legs and his ass into a new position of my liking. He couldn't fight me without straining against his own muscles and joints, although the force I could exert with my will would be in proportion to how close my touch was.

For example, I couldn't keep his mouth shut from a grip on his tail, but I could have my way as much as I wanted with his rear. Not only could I use my power to hold him in place, but I could also use my will to stimulate his body, both inside and out. I could expand a field his rectum and press against his prostate until he was either hard, or further still if I wanted to cause him to climax. I could do many things in this manner, this was only one example of how I could use this ability for pleasure.

With my bare feet resting on my slave's shoulders, I willed the molecules around him to resonate. The effect was like being in a spa, or a similar relaxing feel one might expect from a full body massage. A wider range than compressing or expanding a field, I willed the molecules to very specific locations all over my dragon's body. From his shoulders, down his spine to the end of his tail, I stimulated his body thus, extending the field around his thighs to focus it specifically on his rear.

Like a cat lifting its ass into a rub of its butt, so did my dragon slave lift up his rear and his tail into the sensation passing over him. He let out a soft moan, showing his genuine pleasure for the vibrations across his thighs and tail. I loved watching him arch his back as he did, although his reaction was purely psychological. There wasn't anything physically touching him, lifting his ass up to press into something that wasn't there wasn't going to increase the sensation.

He knew this, but at the same time he didn't care. He loved lifting his ass up like that whenever I was inflicting this sort of attention on him. I focused the vibrations to the parts of his body he was lifting, drawing the vibrations around the base of his tail and down between his thighs. He growled a little and smiled, lifting his tail straight up, imaging that a large, vibrating toy was molesting his rear.

Our minds still merged even while I stimulated him so. Feeling his arousal, coupled with his own dirty imagination pleased my own. Though his mind considered his own anal fun, at the time I was thinking about another part of his body. My most favorite part of this sexy dragon was actually his cock, although after his tongue but before his ass.

My sexy dragon's cock was an ample ten inches in length. He had no sheath, instead a vertical genital-slit that one might recognize on a cetacean. Similar in dimensions was his cock: thick and tapering slightly at the tip. He didn't have a prehensile cock like a cetacean, but sucking on him was fun all the same.

I redirected the field vibrating his thighs into his genital-slit, stimulating his cock to try and coax it out. Not like my slave needed the coaxing, he was already getting hard from the attention I was giving him. I continued to work vibrations around his ass even while I did the same to his cock. My dragon slave continued to growl and moan as well, showing me with his body how much he was enjoying the attention.

I started to purr myself as I listened to his thoughts, like a good slave he'd let me do just about anything I wanted to him... which is usually what I did. His cock wasn't going to get as hard as I would like from such a simple stimulation, so I "upped the force", if you can forgive the cheesy expression.

Just like the example I gave about compression fields, I pressed into my slave's rear and expanded his rectum. Just as if an invisible balloon had been inflated into my slave's ass, his rectum opened and the compression field pushed firmly against his prostate. He howled loudly from the sudden, intense pleasure, although his pleasured sound might also be confused with pain. He dug his claws into the carpet, drooling as his mouth hung open from the powerful sensation he couldn't rightfully act upon.

I expanded and contracted the field to simulate a driving force in and out of his spread ass, pushing against his prostate forcefully, but carefully so he wouldn't cum. Although my slave thoroughly enjoyed this treatment only I could give him, I knew he would rather have a cock in him, rather than an inert energy field lacking tactile sensation. He always tried to hide this from me, but I knew. It was the reason why I took the effort to simulate a thrusting motion... and also why I did this to him only on certain occasions.

I had his cock nice and hard within seconds, although I kept pushing into his open dragon ass for a moment longer. I could hear my slave's thoughts, like how much he'd love it if I was pounding his ass with my cock and not my mind. This made me smile, showing my slave my own fantasy of him underneath a large, feral stallion. We both knew he could take a cock larger than what I had to give him, but then only I wanted to have him get fucked by a cock the width of my arm.

My slave blushed a little as he pondered this fantasy of mine, I could almost feel the scales on his cheek lighten as if they were my own. He tried to drive his rump back and forth, as if there was a cock in him, although by now the field was making it hard to move. Just because the thought pleased me, I expanded the field in my slave's ass to the width of what a horses cock might me. Two inches, three inches, I took it slow, lengthening the field as I widened it.

My slave had a personal favorite toy of his: a horse cock made of a lifelike silicon. The toy itself was twelve inches long and two inches wide... the largest toy he personally owned. I took my dragon past those dimensions ever so slowly, expanding his rear another half-inch before he started to cry. His eyes closed as he howled, tearing up my carpet with his fore claws, his own erection throbbing hard. I didn't keep this pressure on him for long, only a second or two before I slowly retracted the field.

Once the pressure was free of his ass, my slave relaxed, although he was unbearably aroused now. The scales on his cheeks had changed in color to a light shade of pink, panting heavily from the intense stress that I had put on his ass. His mind was terribly sorry for tearing the carpet, seeking my forgiveness from something he couldn't control.

Tearing up my apartment wasn't going to make me mad, I'd probably do worse to it myself before the lease expired. All the same I forgave him, focusing my will into a cocoon around his hard cock, to keep him erect while we continued sharing our thoughts.

My dragon slave pawed at the carpet softly while I stroked his hard cock, knowing that was the part of his body I wanted. He lifted up his head to nuzzle my legs, sneaking his tongue up my pants to lick me. The stress on his ass had made him wonderfully sore, but not nearly as much as one would think. He could take a lot of punishment, something I put to the test one night when I used a flail on his sexy body.

That kind of experimentation didn't injure my slave, in fact he loved it at the time. I say "at the time," because "at the time" he was chained up and blindfolded, so he had no idea what I was using on him until after the fact. I had used the weighted, spiky ball to drag across his spine, spanking his ass with increasing force, drawing back the intensity once his pleasure became pain. He loved the rough attention I gave him, especially when I used the leather wrapped grip as a dildo in his ass. I can't say I ruined my flail, although when my slave found out that I had been using a weapon on him, he was a little put off.

Flails and feral stallions were what I was thinking of as our minds shared our thoughts. I only made my slave's arousal worse... although by now you would think he'd come to expect just about anything from me. He did, actually, wondering of I had friends (or web cams) lurking about the apartment, just so he could be watched whenever I fucked him. I assured him this wasn't the case, even if it was, my attention was always focused on him before anyone else.

It's hard to be caught in a lie when someone's mind is merged with your own. My thoughts expressing a truth to my slave he couldn't dismiss as bullshit. All the same, my thoughts involving toys and cocks only made my slave long for the tactile sensation only a toy could give him. He begged me to use toys instead of my psyker abilities, if for no other reason than because I had him thinking about it. I couldn't say "no" to a dragon so cute, especially when he begged.

"Go fetch one." I told him with words spoken.

My slave slipped out from under my feet, looking up at me to nod his reply before he ran off to the fetch a toy. I watched him disappear down the hall behind the wall the monitor was mounted to, making his way to the linen closet where I insisted the more obvious toys be kept. This was an unquestionable rule of mine, as occasionally I had guests over at the apartment that were there for professional reasons. The last thing I wanted was colleagues seeing that kind of thing lying around my apartment.

While my slave was gone, I took the time to stand, stretching my legs and my arms, taking off the rest of my stuffy work clothes. I loved walking around in the buff over wearing clothes. An inconsistent clause of society was that I (an anthropomorphic) had to be dressed public, wherein my slave (a non-anthropomorphic) did not. If I could, I'd be nude wherever I went on my leisure time, wearing cloths only when I required an added layer of protection for my body.

My slave was taking his sweet-ass time finding a toy, which was odd. I figured at the time he would grab his personal favorite. It didn't matter how much time he took, this night marked my weekend, and I had no intention of heading back to work even if I was called. Atop one end-table I had a grip trainer, I took up that tool and proceeded to use it in my left hand.

There was no need for me to exercise my right hand, as that limb was a bionic replacement. From the shoulder down to the tips of my fingers, my right arm was fully cybernetic, although you couldn't tell without a close examination. The artificial fur and tissue that covered my right arm disguised it as part of my body, but that didn't mean the illusion was perfect. The measurements of my arm were precisely geometric, the arm itself being wider than my other by three millimeters and longer by a centimeter.

A few other parts of my body had been taken from me in the four decades I had been alive. Nearly one quarter of my body was bionic, making me by definition a partial cyborg. Aside from my arm, my right eye had also been taken from the same accident that took my arm... being the same accident that took my tail. Similar to the mismatched shape of my arm, my bionic eye was a slightly different shade of green then my left.

My jaw and esophagus had also been replaced after another ordeal that nearly took my life. Like my arm and eye, my jaw and esophagus bionics were covered in artificial fur and tissues that matched the rest of my body. Unlike my arm, this injury hand been fairly recent, dental casts were on file before the accident, so my jaw was custom made to fit my skull perfectly. Although my larynx was destroyed, the artificial one in it's place mimicked my original voice well.

The last augmentation was more of a self-installed body modification, rather than a bionic replacement. From the base of my tail up to the shoulders, I had small, circular titanium nodes, evenly spaced on both side of my spine. These nodes ended in similar titanium splints implanted over the top of both my shoulder blades. My fur had ceased to grow where these nodes and splints were implanted, however, my fur still grew around them, partially concealing them from a casual glance.

These nodes and splints together formed a modification that was neither cybernetic, or scientific... at least not by the standards of modern science. They were a weapon, derived from the research I had done into the arcane science, a form of machine-magic that predates the conception of alchemy. The nodes were loosely referred to as a "war harness," although their historical name changes depending on who wore one. The power of a war harness came from the very body of the creature they were implanted into, greatly amplifying that creature's psychic abilities.

Normally, a non-psyker would be driven to madness while dawning a war harness. The idea was to unleash the modified warrior onto an enemy, allowing them to decimate their outmatched opponent before the warrior ultimately committed suicide. A pysker on the other hand, already having control of these powers, would find their natural abilities greatly amplified whenever they focused their will through the war harness implanted into their spine.

Detracting from what I and my slave were doing feels appropriate, as the time it took me to talk more about myself is proportionate to the time my slave spent hunting down a single toy. He was taking longer than he should to open the linen closet, my usually vast patience starting to wear thin as I waited for him. forty reps with my grip-trainer later and I was wondering if my slave was trying to provoke me. My slave wasn't the kind of dragon to intentionally provoke anyone, but in all fairness, I thought this about anyone slacking off to my expectations.

I was about to go get him from wherever he was in the back of my apartment, when I heard him running down the hall. He came around the corner, cheerfully holding in his mouth the toy he had been searching for. It wasn't his personal toy, like I was expecting, instead it was one of mine. The toy was a translucent purple, ribbed from end to end with a vibrating egg near the base. The toy itself was given to me as a gag-gift, being sixteen inches long and three inches wide, there wasn't much of a use for it.

"Why did it take you so long to get that?" I insisted to know.

"Ah'm Sahwwy-" My slave started to answer, but stopped to drop the dildo from his mouth. "I'm sorry, master. But it wasn't in the linen closet. It was in your bedroom closet."

"So it was." I said, remembering where I kept that monstrous toy.

He looked into my eyes and our minds were joined again. I didn't have to read his thoughts to know that he desperately wanted to try this dildo out for himself. Having his rectum stretched further than he thought it could, and knowing that I had this hidden in my closet, were two things he just couldn't resist.

I sat on the floor and beckoned him over. My dragon slave eagerly did as I wished, picking up the obnoxiously oversized toy in his mouth and carrying it with him. He didn't have far to go, laying in front of me with his rear legs splayed out, giving himself room for the erection still between his legs. Once he was laying comfortably on the floor, he sat the oversized dildo on my lap and smiled at me.

I didn't smile back, although my slave could feel my thoughts all the same. I took the huge toy off my lap and held it with both hands, by the base and wobbly length perspectively. I playfully slapped my slave on the nose with the tip of the toy, before rubbing it lewdly against his lips. My slave started to purr as he kissed the toy, opening his maw to softly suckle the tip. He gave me a little show as I held the dildo up, coiling out his tongue to squeeze further down the toy, suckling the tip to the lewd teasing of his mouth.

My slave closed his eyes while he sucked the toy, watching himself from the images in our merging thoughts. He lightly shook his head, swirling his lips across the tip of the toy as I pushed more of it into his mouth. With every inch of latex dildo I fed him, his tongue in turn coiled further down the toy's wobbly shaft. I got about six inches into his mouth before I set the toy on the carpet, placing the base between my slave's cute dragon fore claws.

He held the toy firmly between his claws, much like a dog might hold a treat in its paws. I took hold of one of his well trimmed horns in my right hand, pulling his head down the toy as I softly stroked his neck with the left. My slave let me pull his head down however I liked, enjoying the force and the mental image of himself being pulled down the huge latex toy. He opened his mouth wide for the toy when I pushed his head down the shaft.

My slave withdrew his tongue from the toy to open his maw wider, gagging himself on the dildo and kissing the base as the tip was pushed down his throat. I started to purr myself as I watched him take that toy down, pulling his head up and down the shaft for a moment or two. My slave gagged himself on the end of the toy each time I pushed him down, my slave taking it just fine and loving every second. I didn't treat him like this for very long, eventually I pulled his head back up, slowly, letting him drool all over the toy to get it nice and wet.

My slave opened his eyes to look at me once the toy was free of his maw. I Pulled his face to mine, licking his lips, and his tongue as he flicked it out to lick me back. I caught his tongue in my mouth and sucked on him for a moment before he drew his tongue back into his mouth. Watching my slave take that dildo down his maw only made me want to try out this ridiculous toy for myself.

My slave wasn't the only one between the two of us that could suck on an oversized dildo. It was a little trick I could do myself, although for me it was more of a cheat than any kind of natural talent. My esophagus bionic was reinforced military grade hardware, intended to stave off high pressure and even decompression. In truth, all of my bionics were military grade hardware. I found civilian hardware too limited in resistance and strength for my personal tastes.

I took the toy from out of my slave's claws and held it upside down, tilting my head back as I straightened my spine as much as I reasonably could. My slave watched as I opened my mouth wide, the actuators of my bionic jaw detaching from my skull as I slid the tip of the toy into my mouth. Without effort or much of a tactile sensation, I pushed the toy straight down my throat. I couldn't take the dildo down far, my lungs and upper torso were still flesh and blood, not nearly as expandable as my jaw and esophagus.

My slave let out a soft gasp when he watched my throat bulge from the thick toy pressing down my neck. I slid the toy in and out my throat, my breathing heavy through my nose, as well as out the corners of my detached jaw. Gagging was essentially impossible for me, although asphyxiation was reduced, at some point I had to take the toy out of my throat to allow my breathing to return to normal. A few seconds was fine to demonstrate this to my slave. I pulled the toy out my throat, slowly relaxing my neck while the actuators of my bionic jaw automatically reattached to my skull.

Knowing what bionic replacements I had, versus what I could actually do with them, were completely different things for my slave. He never asked me about them, nor did it ever come up in conversation. It's not like I volunteered this information to him, it was one of those things I felt he didn't need to know. Even the true nature of my war harness was hidden from him. As far as my slave knew, the titanium nodes and splints that adorned my back and shoulders were nothing more than a harmless body-mod.

My slave lowered his head and scooted closer to me, kissing and licking my furry chest sweetly, if not suddenly. I purred from the sensation and rubbed his head and neck, asking him why he was suddenly being this affectionate. Not that he wasn't affectionate, but this show of affection was out of a concern for me he hadn't experienced, and in fact didn't quite know how to deal with. Our merging thoughts had allowed him to feel (or more the lack of feel) of having bionic replacements.

He wondered how I managed to live without any sensation in half my face, or for that matter how I managed to cope with loosing my arm, eye and tail. I petted him softly and gave him an answer, letting him know that I had long sense grown complacent with the eerie sensation of phantom limbs and other such psychological phenomena. There was no need for him to worry about something I didn't mean for him to experience, and that a lack of sensation in my lower jaw and throat didn't mean I couldn't taste his body whenever I licked him.

I was finding these constant delays growing on my nerves, although this one I had only myself to blame. I was becoming rather aroused from all the teasing and lewd foreplay, wanting to taste my pets cock sliding over my tongue the more I thought about it. My cute dragon slave, on the other hand, was more than willing to indulge me in whatever I wanted, even when my mind started to wander. His patience for pleasure was greater than mine most of the time, especially on nights like these when my own patience wore thin.

My slave kissed my chest a moment more before I told him to stop. He did so just as I commanded, feeling my own arousal growing and knowing what was to come. I pushed his head down onto his fore claws, telling him to lift up his ass and raise his tail into the playful position I loved seeing him in. He did so without delay, lifting his ass and his tail, spreading out his rear legs to steady his rump. He smiled and purred loudly to me, his tail wagging with excitement as I scooted around his lifted rear.

My dragon slave had such a lovely ass... as long as you love non-'morph ass just as much as I do. I leaned in and kissed his thighs, licking his scales just a bit to take in the flavor of his body. Once I was satisfied with his flavor, I sat back up. I held the huge latex toy in my hands by the base, lewdly slapping my slave across the ass with it a few times... just to give him a spanking I knew he'd enjoy.

It's not like the wobbly toy was going to make that strong ass of his sting, although he moaned out loud as I beat him. I could feel him giggle a little, the sensation more of a ticklish amusement rather than pain. That was fair, in order to hurt him good with the toy, I'd have to hit him with the vibrating egg at the base. I really didn't want to break my toy, the whole idea of stuffing it into my slave's ass and making him cry for more would amuse me more than simply beating him with it.

I kept some lube atop the in-table that faced the bookshelves along the far wall. The silicon base lotion was stored in an unlabeled pump bottle, so as to not draw attention to the fact it was a sex lube whenever guests came by. I didn't take much effort to slide over the carpet to reach it, taking a quick spurt or two from the bottle into my open left hand.

I worked the lube over the first six inches of the oversized dildo, insuring that it would slide right in my slave's ass on the first go. The silicon lube began to warm in my hands, letting me know that I had worked it enough and it was ready. I steadied the tip with my right hand as I continued to hold it by the base with the left. The toy was so big that it took more effort than I expected just to hold it up.

Sliding the tip into my slave's waiting rectum was easy, his ass still loose from the psychic stretching I gave him earlier. He let out a soft gasp from the warm, slick toy tip that played against his rump, steadying his legs and pushing his ass back to take the toy in. I wiggled and twisted the toy until in had the tip inside my slave's ass, guiding it down slowly and continuing to twist.

My slave growled with pleasure as the thick toy was firmly pushed into his ass, wanting all of it before I had even finished getting the first few inches in. I inched my hands together with every inch I pushed and twisted the toy into my slave. He moaned and wagged his tail faster the more I pushed the toy inside him. I got half way down the toy before my slave began to hiss, crying a little bit from just how thick the toy really felt inside him.

Having his ass stretched by my psychic will was hardly the same as having his ass stretched by this solid latex toy. My will would only press where I wished, I could focus on just the pleasure points of his prostate rather than wedge him open like the toy was doing. He still wanted it inside him, and I was now at the point where he was going to take it even if he didn't. Harder I pressed and twisted the toy inside him, getting another two inches in before my slave started to cry.

He cried so sweetly and wagged his tail rapidly, although the momentum of his hips made taking the toy harder on his rear. By now I had enough of the toy inside him that I could hold it in place with just one hand. I held the toy with my left hand, grabbing his tail with my right and pulling it across his back. I fished around for the leather band and restraining clip near the tip of his tail, leaning around him so I could clip his tail band onto the matching ring at the back of his leather collar.

It wasn't my slave's intent to make his rump hurt more by wagging his tail around. Like many feral and non-'morphic creatures, my slave didn't actually have direct control over the movement of his tail. His tail moved it's own accord, either keeping his balance or showing his excitement, and right then he was very excited. Clipping his tail band and collar helped keep his tail still, thus making his fun easier and his arousal greater. My slave thanked me for binding his tail, although it was more for the sensation than any practicality.

I held onto the dildo for a moment more, letting my slave relax his ass around the girth of the toy before I pressed more of it inside him. He wasn't going to take all sixteen inches inside his ass at once, no matter how much he begged. He understood this, but it wasn't going to stop him from begging in the slightest. I stuffed his ass up to the vibrating egg just above the toy's base, three inches shy of the full sixteen inch length.

"Oh gods, master!" my slave cried out, his mind still wanting all of the toy.

My slave tried to lift his ass higher for me, standing his back feet on the tips of his claws for a second before he relaxed again. I rubbed my slave's ass and drew the toy out of him a few inches, before I pumped the shaft back inside. My slave moaned and tried in vein to lift his ass up for me a second time. I held his ass down with my right arm, although my weight wasn't working in my favor. My slave kept his ass in place as I wished, moaning into his fore claws as I pumped the toy steadily in and out his rump.

I waited for his ass and thighs to relax before I indulged him with the last few inches of the toy. I drew the toy back nearly free of his ass, pushing it back inside him a little faster than I had before. The width of the vibrating egg was wider than the width of the shaft, similar to a canine knot but not nearly as prominent. I stuffed the vibrating egg into my slave's ass and he cried wonderful tears of pleasure.

The egg kept the toy wedged in his ass for the moment, long enough for me to free up my left hand to indulge myself. I held my slave by his thighs and leaned my nose into the base of his raised tail. I kissed and licked the underside of his tail, nuzzling the base before I gave my slave a firm bite. He winced and moaned into his claws when I bit him. I bit him a second time to leave an imprint of my teeth before I kissed and licked that spot again.

Biting was my kink, both giving and receiving. My slave was new to the sensation of being bitten, so he wasn't quite sure if he should be enjoying it. That's not to say he was or wasn't enjoying it, but he wasn't going to stop me either. Like a good slave, he would allow me to do whatever I wanted to him, although I wasn't the kind of male who would abuse a submissive lover. I was trying to train him to enjoy a good bite. He loved pain as it was... nothing too extreme in that regard, but I wanted to encourage him to expand his list of kinks.

After biting him a few times, I sat back up, taking the base of the toy in his ass with my left hand, drawing it back for another round of stuffing his ass. My slave's thoughts were so wonderfully pleasant as I pounded his ass with the oversized toy. I took him slow, not too rough but using all the toy to pleasure him. My slave growled out his pleasure and clawed at the carpet with all four sets of his claws. I occasionally slapped his ass with my strong bionic hand just to make his pleasure greater.

His cock was so wonderfully hard, throbbing and dripping beads of salty fluids all over the shredded carpet. I slapped his ass and stuffed the large toy inside him, letting him hold it there with his strong ass as I reached down to stroke that hard cock of his. I purred as I rubbed his shaft from behind, my own erection starting to grow now that my hands were on my second favorite part of his body.

Along with my many bionic replacements and psychic abilities, my genitals were different, but not that uncommon. The gray pigment of my fur faded into a soft white around my crotch and between my thighs, the stripes could still be seen, fading softly the further they traveled along my shaft and around my scrotum. Unlike most anthropomorphs, I did not posses a cock resembling my feral kindred. My six inch length was without a sheath, circumcised at a young age due to my mother's religious beliefs.

My slave could feel my lust for his body growing, which only made his lust stronger, such as it always is when you and your lover can experience each others thoughts and feelings. My slave drooled onto the carpet, panting heavily like a dog from the double sensation of his ass being stuffed while his cock was being stroked. His ass was now wonderfully sore, more so the longer he held his ass up in that increasingly awkward position.

Normally, a non-'morph would lay down after a while of keeping their butt up like that, but my slave would hold that position indefinitely if that was what I wished. I wasn't going to force him to stay in that position until his limbs cramped. After all, he could do more with his cock if all four of his limbs were firmly planted on the living-room floor.

"Stand." I told my slave, slapping his ass with my right hand as I spoke.

My slave smiled, standing up as I commanded without saying a word. Up on his feet, he stretched his limbs and grunted a little from the toy he was determined to hold in his ass. The pressure let up from his front legs, but the pressure remained between his thighs and his rear legs. Carrying a toy in his rump was nothing new to my slave... just not one so large as the one stuffed inside him.

I slapped his ass harder, making him wince and getting a simple moan out of him. He spread out his rear legs for me like the slut he was, I then turned myself around and slid my upper body underneath him. I held him by the thighs and licked the salty fluids dripping from the tip of his cock. His musky flavor was delicious, I wasted no more time in taking his cock into my mouth to suck him.

My slave's thoughts greatly approved of my mouth and tongue, admitting to me that he couldn't tell the difference between my artificial lower lip and my fleshy upper lip. It mattered not to either of us, my tongue was living tissue, I could still taste his cock and lick the salty juices that dripped into my mouth. My slave loved the added attention, keeping his legs still as I slid my lips up and down his throbbing cock.

I so loved the taste of dragon cock, but then all scaled creatures were a bit of a fetish of mine. It wasn't so much parts of their body, but more of how they looked and how they felt to the touch. Scales were always slick to the touch, and my slave's scaled thighs were no exception. I loved how his body felt as I gripped him in my hands, although only my left could feel. I pulled him towards my face as I sucked him, though only half of my mouth could feel him inside me, I was still enjoying myself.

My slave growled loudly from the pleasure, seeing himself though my minds eye and completely enjoying himself as well. He held his head high and pawed the carpet, trying to thrust into my face, although he failed at that. The dildo in his ass wasn't so much the problem, although holding it inside him wasn't helping. His non-'morphic body needed some leverage if he really wanted to fuck my face, although it was cute how he tried.

I clawed at my slave's thighs with my left hand, slapping him with the bionic righ, just for the sake of doing it. Harder I pulled him to my face until I could "feel" the tip of his cock poking the back of my throat. I say "feel," because I couldn't feel anything directly. I could "feel" my slave feeling his cock doing that, but only my tongue and upper jaw could feel anything.

I had my eye set up to run cybernetic software, so I also received an "increased pressure" warning from my bionic esophagus. Having that little warning flash into my eye like some stupid "Windows Error" message was quite annoying. I disregarded the message and set my bionic to temporarily adjust for the pressure, so the warning wouldn't alert me again.

Similar to my own distraction, my slave was having trouble keeping the dildo in his ass. The latex toy was beginning to wiggle out of him from the heavy momentum of his hips. That wasn't a problem to me, I stopped sucking him off long enough to reach around his thighs and pull the toy out of him. My slave made a loud grunting sound as the toy quickly came out of his ass, but he was pleased having it out of him now.

I dropped the toy on the carpet and rubbed my furry head across my slaves cock, pressing it against the underside of his belly. I drew my head back and fondled his cock, sliding the shaft between my lips as I moved my head back to where I was sucking on him. His ass free of a huge dildo gave him some extra strength in his thighs, although he wasn't going to get his cock to ram down my throat just yet.

Gods knew he wanted to now, his thoughts asking me for permission, while he wondered what an artificial esophagus felt like to fuck. I kisses his cock and sucked lightly on the tip while I answered both his questions. Firstly: I welcomed him to fuck my face, it was an act I enjoyed but hadn't indulged with my slave yet. Secondly: I spoiled his curious fun by informing him that another male told me it felt like fucking a self lubricating, silicon tube.

My slave growled as he saw the images in my mind of another male that had indulged himself on my face before I met him. It made my slave blush a little, seeing through my minds eye what I had seen at the time. With unintentional frustration, he pushed his hips forward sharply, stuffing his cock in against the back of my throat. I tried to hold him back when he did, his enthusiasm was a little misguided for what he was attempting.

He found the back of my throat harder than his cock, he squirmed and grunted from inflicting pain into his erection. Not enough to kill his erection or the moment, but just enough to remind him what "military grade" meant. I slipped his cock from my mouth and kissed him softly, rubbing his thighs and generally being tender with his cock. The pain in his dick lasted for a moment, then he was just fine. He learned his lesson after that; had he rammed in my mouth any harder, he might have broken his cock.

My slave was a little confused by what just happened, although he wasn't all that upset. It's hard for me to think clearly when lust is overwhelming my judgment, I don't know if anyone else has this problem, but I should have been more specific with him. I gave my slave another kiss on his cock before I slipped out from under him. I knelt at his side and rubbed his thighs, letting him know that I first had to adjust my position before he was going to fuck my face.

Just like taking the oversized toy into my esophagus, I needed my jaw and neck straight, otherwise my slave would just ram his cock against the hardened back of my throat. My slave understood me now, he pawed at the carpet and wiggled around, excited at the thought of fucking my artificial esophagus.

The first thing I did before changing my position, was to unlatch my slaves tail band from his collar. My slave was a little disappointed, but he was going to need it for balance if he was going to really give my face a good fucking. I gave his tail another kiss at the base before I slid under him again, on my hands and knees this time so I could bend my head like I needed to.

I pushed my back up against the warm, scaled belly of my slave above me. I started to purr with my own excitement as I kissed the tip of my slave's cock, taking him into my mouth as I had before. I could feel my slave's hips shaking, his tail swaying around as I took his cock into my mouth, squeezing my lips around his shaft. I reached up with one hand to tug on his thighs, giving him permission to fuck my face however he liked.

My slave growled with a deep, happy sound as he began to fuck my face, slowly at first, not too sure of where that spot he almost broke his cock on was. I told him to continue on without worry, I pulled him to my face, sliding my lips down his shaft until I could kiss his genital-slit. Taking his cock down my esophagus was easy compared to the dildo before, my jaw didn't have to detach to make room for my slave's invasive member.

Satisfied there was nothing in my mouth going to break his cock, my slave proudly fucked my face with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. His thrusts were short at first, loving the feel of my esophagus squeezing around his cock, agreeing with my unspecific former lover at how it felt. My slave was easily pleased, but then most large males are when they find a hole they can actually fuck. I let him cram his cock down my throat with short, heavy thrusts for a while, then I insisted he take longer thrusts so I could taste his cock.

My slave obeyed. He back up his hips and slowly slid his cock over my tongue, my lips gliding over his thick cock, kissing his slit whenever he came close. I rubbed my slave's thighs, in returned he lifted up his right fore claw to squeeze my ass. His grip was pleasant to me, I wiggled my butt around just for the sake of doing so. I could hear my slave giggle, his mind having a little fun in pointing out that our roles seemed to have reversed.

That was true, but then we weren't what I would describe as a hard-core couple. My slave preferred being at his lover's whim, but however ambiguous that whim was, he left to his lover. I myself was more of a switch than a dominant... that it to say I enjoyed whatever I felt like at any given moment. I was more than willing to indulge a lover in whatever kink they enjoyed, whether they wanted me on top or on the bottom. My slave pointing out our reversal of roles was just his way of being cute, but if he forgot who was in charge, I was happy to remind him.

His claw that gripped my ass gave me the range of influence I needed. I focused my will into that claw, causing the limb to lock in place and hold its firm grip on my ass. My slave whimpered from his limb stiffening, knowing quite well that it was I who caused it. I left his left front limb alone, allowing him to shift his weight so he wouldn't fall. I never stopped sucking on him as he wiggled around, sweetly kissing his slit when he paused to regain his balance.

My slave was rather apologetic for pointing out he was "on top," although that wasn't why I was doing this to him. With my will focused on his upper body, I forced his neck to bend down, placing his nose squarely between my butt cheeks. I wiggled my ass as I pushed back, getting my ass right in against his nose. I let my slave know my intentions, envisioning him licking out my ass while he took whatever pleasure he wanted from my mouth.

My slave let out a loud purr, his tail lashing faster than it had been a moment ago. His thick tongue slipped out his mouth like a snake's tongue, firmly licking against my ass and sliding down between my furry cheeks. My slave licked my ass rhythmically and firmly, taking some of his attention away from my mouth, but pleasing me greatly all the same. In the few months that my slave had been living with me, this is the first time I had him rim my ass. I had no idea he would enjoy it so much.

SStrange when you think about it, our minds were merged half the time, always did we listen to each others thoughts and feelings. had I brought this kink up sooner, I would have known this about him already. Never did I think about having him rim my ass until now, nor did he ever ask to rim me. It turned out to be a kink we both secretly enjoyed, and that was fine by me. I lifted my hips as he so meticulously licked my ass, pressing into his nose whenever he licked between my cheeks.

By the gods, I so loved this dragon's tongue. Twice the length of his maw, tapered at the tip and two inches wide at it's thickest. It was like having a warm, wet tentacle sliding over my ass, always pressing its girth against my rump before sliding down between my legs. I drew my lips back from my slave's cock, hissing out my new found frustration at him. I rubbed my face all over my slave's cock, my grip on his ass tightening as the attention on my ass increased. My lust was getting the better of me, despite how much I was enjoying his cock in my mouth, I found myself also wanting his tongue inside me.

"Fuck! Stuff that tongue in my ass!" I hissed at my slave.

"Yes, master." My slave replied.

My slave did as I commanded, always eager to please me. He nuzzled my ass for a moment, wiggling his nose around to get in where he needed his tongue to be. His tongue slid out of his mouth and into my rectum, giving me a proper rim-job just before he inserted his tongue deep inside me. I hissed into his cock again, feeling that thick, wet tongue probing my insides and finding the right spots to press against. My slave was quiet skilled at using his tongue in this manner, though not at all surprising when you think about it.

Although my slave was fully sentient, his body was still feral. Like all animals, either domesticated or wild, my slave's anatomy had certain benefits, despite it's obvious drawbacks. His diet consisted of raw ingredients, such as uncooked fish and meat, likewise his immune system and digestive tract were more durable than an anthropomorphic. Although I bathed him regularly, my slave needed to lick his own ass clean, without worry of infection. It wasn't bizarre or disgusting, it was something he had to do, though it explained why he was so good at licking ass.

I had a little fun with my slave's mind in the meantime, wondering if he liked how my ass tasted. It wasn't the flavor of my ass my slave enjoyed, mostly just the act of using his tongue in this way. I could hear a bit of disgust for the aftertaste in the back of his mind, that was fair when you consider he only licked ass when needed. If he was a non-'morph canine (or any species associated with scavenging or carrion eating), then I'd expect him to actually enjoy the flavor.

My slave wiggled his tongue inside me for a moment, nuzzling into my rump with the motions of his head. He drew his tongue back, giving my ass a soft kiss, just as I had kissed his tail after biting him. He slid his tongue back inside my ass immediately after, lapping and prodding softly against my prostate. Gods, his tongue felt so good, he almost made me cum right then. I hissed out my pleasure to my slave, pressing myself into his body a second time before wrapping my lips around his cock to finish sucking him.

A few minutes longer of licking my ass and fucking my face was all my slave was going to take. He found himself a bit distracted by wanting to pleasure me at both ends simultaneously. It wasn't that hard for him to cope, I'd much rather he cum in my mouth now, then finish stuffing my ass later. He agreed, as always, finding a good rhythm between licking out my ass and stuffing his cock down my throat.

Like my slave, I was finding my logic taxed in three different directions. I wanted to drink his cum, but at the same time I toyed with the idea of having him stuff my ass until I came as well. Both ideas worked, I just didn't like changing my mind mid-fuck with anyone, for any reason. On top of my own spastic frustration, I couldn't hold my focus on my slave's upper body and really enjoy the parts of him that were probing me. My slave's mind was glad to be doing what he was, he wasn't going to stop, so I released my hold on his neck and right fore claw.

My slave used this renewed sense of freedom to work my ass and mouth better than he had before. He could move his own head around now, nuzzling between my cheeks even as he licked deep inside my ass and against my inner glands. His claw free to move on its own, he squeezed and pulled the cheek out of his way for a better view of the ass he was licking. His tail swayed quickly, smacking my couch as he fucked my mouth and throat.

He grunted loudly and purred into my ass, his mind informing me he was close to a climax, but that he was ready to slow his pace down so I could continue to enjoy myself. I was enjoying myself just fine, being in this position with my slave was a first, and was fun all on it's own. I drew my lips back from my slave's cock, my hands gripping his hips and rubbing down his thighs. I let my slave know that if he needed to cum in my mouth, I greatly approved.

I could feel my slave's lust grow, not just from his thoughts, but from the action of his body. He pushed his hips forward sharply, thrusting his cock down my throat even though I had pulled my lips back. I growled from the force, squeezing my lips around his hard cock and allowing him to pound me for a moment before I pushed him back. I wanted to taste his cum, and I wasn't able to do that if he was fucking my artificial esophagus.

With mouth free of his cock, I slid my lips expectantly across the bottom of my slave's hard shaft, letting him slide his wet cock across my furry face. He grunted into my ass even as he licked me out, his thrusts becoming harder as his grunts merged into a low growl. With the first spurt of white cream across my furry face, my slave held his hips still so I could taste him.

I waited out the first few overpowered jets of spunk, I wasn't going to chase after them while they squirted over my face. The last few I licked from my slave's cock and off my messy lips, his flavor was musky and pleasantly manly. Not what I would call unexpected in the slightest, but I've always found describing the taste of jizz difficult. To be honest, there isn't much to say about the flavor of cum, in the end, one either likes it or they don't.

My slave stopped licking my ass while he came all over my furry face, his hips still but his tail in motion as it swatted my couch repeatedly. His breath was heavy, his nose still pressed to my ass as he promised to stay after I released him. It didn't take him long to finish his climax, stuffing his tongue into my ass while I slid my mouth around his cock to clean him off. I pressed my back against my slave's body, rubbing myself against him like that cat I was.

I pushed my ass against my slaves nose as he licked me, letting him know what a good boy he was. My slave's tail never stopped wagging, although it's motion had slowed down from having moved around so rapidly in such a short amount of time. My slave's tongue was getting dry from licking out my ass for as long as it had been, the aftertaste causing him discomfort, although he was determined to lick me out until I permitted him to stop.

I reached behind and softly rubbed my slave's neck as he licked inside me. My cock throbbed, leaking out my own salty pre-fluids all over the torn living room carpet from the stimulation of my slave's thick tongue. I let him prod my prostate for a moment longer before I told him to stop. He did without hesitation, lifting his head up as I slid myself out from underneath him.

My slave wondered if I didn't want him to pleasure me anymore, a legitimate question considering that all I told him I wanted was to taste his cum. He didn't want to say anything about that, but I knew he'd rather pleasure me until I came, and I had to agree considering how hard I was. Having a dragon tongue essentially fuck my ass until I shot my load would've been fun, but it wasn't what was on my mind.

I had my slave lay on the carpet, his erection having receded enough that he could do so without turning his hips. He looked up at me, watching me come around him to his face, sitting exactly where I had been when I made him suck on the dildo that lay on the carpet behind him. I pulled my slave's head up, smacking the tip of my cock on his nose, he purred, knowing exactly what I wanted from him now.

My slave snaked out his thick tongue form his mouth to lightly lick down my shaft and over my furry sac. I closed my eyes and purred as he licked me so softly. In return, I pulled on his horns with my right hand, rubbing my cock lewdly over his tongue, then over his scaled face. My slave purred as well when I used his face like that, licking my sac and sliding his tongue down between my legs.

I grinned to myself as I violated my slave's face so lewdly. My cock may not have been as large as his, but we both enjoyed it when I did this to him. My pre-fluids leaked out a little bit more, slicking down the soft scales of his face, making them glisten in the soft, ambient light of my living room. My slave's tongue was both sneaky and dexterous, he managed to slide the tip of his tongue back to my ass, rimming me while I slid my cock all over his face.

I took only a moment of pleasure from my slave's face and this new found use of his tongue, pulling his head up higher as he extracted his tongue from my ass. He looked up at me with a sweet expression on his face, opening his mouth wide and coiling his tongue around my cock. He knew exactly what I wanted, I didn't even have to tell him what to do. He squeezed and stroked my cock off with his tongue, his skill in giving this specific pleasure better than a hand-job from the planet's greatest whore.

I was so aroused now that I wasn't going to last long before my slave would make me cum. I pulled hard on his collar with my left hand, doing the same to his horns with my right. I gave my slave the pleasure of being forced that he always enjoyed, pulling on his head and neck exciting both of us more. He knew I was close to a climax, and that I wanted it badly, he increased the speed in which he stroked me off, drooling as he kept his mouth open and waited for my cum.

I came quite a bit, more than my slave, but my jets of cream shot straight down my slave's throat even before he could savor the taste. Tasting my cum meant little to my slave, all that mattered to him that I was enjoying myself. I finished off my climax into his mouth and he gulped the stuff down, never closing his mouth or even dropping his tongue from my cock. Once I was finished, he licked me clean, giving me a soft kiss before I drew my cock away from his tongue.

My slave and I were quite satisfied now that we were finished. I gave my slave a pat on the head, letting him know how much fun he had been. My slave in turned wagged his tail, smiling up at me from the praise I gave him. In either event, the night was over, it was time for myself to end my day in preparation of my weekend in the mourning. There is nothing that exciting to speak of with this, mostly mundane things that would feel anticlimactic compared to the rest of the story told.

Speaking honestly, this was probably the more mundane nights I spent with this cute little dragon slave. In the few months he lived with me, we did quite a few crazy things, some I mentioned in passing, but others I most certainly have not. I supposed it might seem confusing then, that I picked this scene from many others as the tale to tell of this dragon. It is because this tale echoes the strongest in my mind, as it was the last time I played with my slave before he left me.

It should come as no surprise that I had many lovers... polygamous that I was. It should also not surprise you to know that I never had a lover for very long, for this same reason. Yes, most of my ex-lovers were polygamous themselves, or simply enjoyed random sex, but quite a few were still friends of mine. The monogamous ones were typically another matter, I could only fight my urges for so long before I eventually ruined my own exclusive relationship.

My slave was no exception to my rule, being that he was monogamous. I knew one day I would come home with the scent of another man or woman on me, and he would become sad or jealous... or quite possibly both. In all honesty, having my slave leave me for this inevitable reason was my preferred scenario. Call me paranoid if you will, but there were many reason why someone like him would leave someone like me.

I wish I could tell you he left me because he found someone younger, or even more dominating than myself, that scenario would not have hurt my feelings at all. To be honest I couldn't keep him forever, I was old, and to use the cliché: I wasn't getting any younger. There would come a day when I would be too old for sex, or at the very least too old for younger males and females. I wasn't looking forward to the day when my slave would ask me to let him leave, because I wasn't going to say "no" to him.

I would rather my slave leave me for my age (or a younger lover) than needing to abandon him because of my career. Weapons research and other secretive military applications is far more dangerous that one might think. Yes, the pay was great, and having access to military hardware had its perks, but there are things about this lifestyle that few realize. If my job required me to move, I had to go, and I usually couldn't take anyone with me. I would have hated to send my slave off to his parents because I was leaving the planet, it would certainly break his heart.

What would be worse is if the United Territorial Governments (the government I worked for) decided that I was more of a liability than an asset to their research. If you don't know what that would mean, I shall put this as bluntly as possible. It means they would have me killed, any personal documentation or equipment would be seized and all trace of my existence would be erased. Assuming they wouldn't go so far as to kill my slave, it would seem to him that one day I went to work and never came home.

This scenario was very unlikely, as I was too valuable an asset for the UTG to discard so carelessly. Even if they tried, I was far too clever and far too dangerous for them to do so in utter secret of the general public. However, if they did try, I would vanish all the same, leaving my slave in the exact same scenario: all alone and wondering what had become of me.

It saddens me to tell you then, that the worst situation that I can imagine was what caused him to leave me. I tried my best around everyone to suppress the psychotic thoughts that always burned inside my mind. Psychological disorders are common for psykers, but this never bothered my closest friends and colleagues. To be fair, these people were themselves eccentric or deviant in their own lifestyles, or they were shady types, such as junkies and politicians.

Most everyone else had little understanding of the problems faced by myself and others like me. I was a manic-depressive, paranoid or violent thoughts were common for me, although preparing for whatever danger may be lurking in my future kept me well thus far. It's hard to explain without sounding deranged that my emotional state would sometimes switch between aggressive and passive, usually without any way for me to control it.

Medication would help suppress my mania, but then MAO Inhibitors would also stunt or block my psychic abilities. Even if they didn't, I needed my mind fully alert on a daily basis, both to perform my work admirably and safely. Being on an MAO Inhibitor is like being on a strong antihistamine, heavy machinery shouldn't be operated and dizziness or drowsiness is commonplace. I needed to be fully alert and aware of my surroundings at all times, I couldn't be on such medication.

I'm overstating my condition, my mania wasn't all that bad. Emotional and physical discipline, exercise and outdoor activities, even positive thinking were the best remedies for a manic-depressive. I had my emotional state under control most of the time, but it was that small chance that I might "slip" around my slave that worried me. I didn't want him to ever see me break down in tears, or worse, become violent without any provocation.

But the later is what happened, although I didn't hurt my dragon slave, he saw the demons I kept deep inside me awaken, and it traumatized him. I really can't blame myself for that, despite my slave's age, he was in his own way sheltered and naïve. If it hadn't been for me, some other event would have shattered his concept of reality, and did the same damage. I still blame myself, and though I have long moved past this event, I sometimes find myself missing this dragon. It just ends up being one of life's cruel jokes, and a bittersweet memory.