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Why the fuck did every dragon have to live at the top of a goddamn cliff? Ares panted as he heaved himself up yet another outcropping of stone, collapsing forward onto the flat stone with a relieved sigh. His black feathers dripped with exertion, and his chest felt tight as he stared at the clear night sky above.

Was all of this effort worth it? Triple checking his spell book offered no alternative, and it wasn't like there was a fount of black magic knowledge in his podunk village. Ares was lucky enough to inherit the resident witch's grimoire when she died, and it was a miracle that he could even read her chicken-scratch handwriting. So many spells fizzled into strange, unintended crap before he realized the old bat's shorthand was just that, not arcane speech.

Fuck it." He spoke to no one in particular as he rolled to his feet, fanning his stomach with his shirt. Making it this far meant returning with nothing would be incredibly pathetic, and Ares was tired of his poor life. This opportunity was his chance to make it big. He could become a rising star merchant, or at the very least, he'd be able to afford magically enhanced equipment to lead the adventurous life he always wished he could.

Creeping into the cave, he tried to maintain a quiet gait as he silently recited the few spells he'd memorized in the past week. He would only have one chance, and he didn't want to fuck up his pronunciation and turn an immobilization spell into a rain of frogs. Thankfully, he had a fantastic grasp of the few hexes he knew, so Ares was confident he wouldn't stumble.

A sleeping form stopped Ares in his tracks, and he took a deep breath as he murmured his way through the first of a series of spells, relief draining away his anxiety as coiling ropes of dripping darkness materialized from nearby walls. They struck like hungry snakes, wrapping around sleeping limbs and pulling a bulky form into a compromising spread, suspended in midair where wicked claws and sharp teeth could find no purchase.

Shit. Ares slapped his forehead with a palm as he surveyed his prey. Not only was the dragon very clearly a male, with dark green balls hanging loosely between its thick thighs below a leathery sheath, but the dragon was small, only the size of an average draft horse. What he was after would be much more easily achieved with a full-sized behemoth.

"Release me this instant! I'll rip you limb from limb. I'll rip your head off and shit down-" The dragon's masculine voice snarled out before Ares's magic wrapped his muzzle, silencing his indignant words and releasing only muffled threats. Orange eyes stared hatefully down at the raven, and flared nostrils snuffed, smoking impotently.

"Quiet. I'm trying to think." Ares waved his hand dismissively and turned his back on the ineffectually struggling dragon, crossing his arms. It was impossible to remember with any degree of certainty, but he couldn't recall the spell calling for a FEMALE dragon. Did he want to try to find ANOTHER dragon's lair within easy walking distance of his village, or did he want to take his chances with this foul-mouthed cunt? After all, most of the ingredients were commonplace, aside from the draconic component.

Turning on his heel, Ares returned to the still squirming dragon and removed a pungent herbal paste from his pack. First, he divided the paste in half, plugging his nostrils and choking a portion down while suppressing a nauseous gag. Thoughts of his reward held back noxious bile, and he coughed to clear his throat, beginning his chant.

Next, he pierced a finger with his sharp beak, squeezing it until a drop of blood oozed from the cut, then kneeled until the dragon's genitals were at eye level. Intricate runes glowed as he spelled out the arcane equivalent of the words "Fortune's Whore" across the dragon's lower stomach, inches above his leathery sheath. A soft sizzle and the acrid scent of burnt scales assaulted Ares's nose, but the runes did their work, searing themselves into the dragon's emerald flesh in a magical brand.

The raven stood and wiped his reddened finger on his shirt, then took the remainder of the paste and pondered the dragon's snarling muzzle. A wave of his finger dissipated the dark tendrils holding the creature's mouth shut as he warned the dragon of his intentions. "You're going to swallow this. If you don't follow my instructions, my little friends here will choke you to death, and I'll sell your carcass to a wannabe knight to show off in front of his noble ass-kissers."

While Ares had never killed something sentient before, he had no qualms. It was no different than snuffing out the life of livestock, and honestly, the idea was almost exciting. Absolute power over a creature's life tickled his sadistic tendencies and brought a rush of blood to his lower half, plumping his shaft.

"Fuck you, piece of shit. Why don't you fucking fight me like a- HRRK." Foul-mouthed words trailed off into a strangled noise as Ares's tendrils took a crushing hold around the dragon's neck, his eyes growing round and terrified, then beginning to roll up as moments passed. His thrashing grew weaker by the second, and his nostrils flared, trying desperately to draw a breath that wouldn't come.

Before the creature could pass out, Ares snapped his fingers, releasing the hold and searching the dragon's face for more signs of defiance. "Listen or die. Two choices, though it should be obvious which one you should pick." Without fear, the raven stuffed his fingers into the dragon's mouth, smearing the paste over his tongue, then waited as the cowed creature choked the vile mixture down.

Runes flashed brilliant, fiery gold, then dimmed to their rusty, bloodlike appearance, signaling the completion of the hex. Experimentally, Ares wiped at the runes, confirming their permanence. Now it was time for the final test. Either he was about to be the luckiest bird for miles, or he was about to have a dragon corpse to sell. Either way, he was satisfied with the outcome.

"Do you have a name?" Ares asked as he stripped his clothes from his dripping feathers, revealing his thin, bookish form. He smirked as the dragon's eyes tried to avoid looking at his nude body. "Oh, come now. I've offered you such a golden opportunity, wanted or not.

Aren't you happy to see your new master?" He snapped his fingers again, releasing the feral dragon to fall to the floor. Still, he left a ring of dark energy encircling the dragon's neck to stop him if he attempted anything violent.

A scathing remark died on the dragon's lips, and he attempted to back away, his four legs carrying him to the far wall and his wings twitching anxiously above him. He didn't dare move further, no doubt remembering the harsh embrace of Ares's tendrils. Still, he offered no further information, so Ares supposed he wouldn't extend any courtesy. If the dragon wanted this to be impersonal, it was his proverbial (possibly literal) funeral.

Sadistic desires rose in Ares, but he pushed them down. First, he'd test his creation's intended purpose. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter if you resist. You're mine, whether you like it or not." He stepped closer, smirking as the dragon shrank away like a frightened kitten. With a wave of his hand, he tightened the energy collar and slipped a hand down over his stomach, teasing at his awakening dick to stiffen it from its floppy, sluglike state. "Present yourself like the bitch you are."

Another snarl met his words, but the dragon eventually complied, sucking in labored breaths once he received his reward for obedience; the right to breathe. Meaty haunches quivered as his tail raised itself, revealing a glistening pucker dripping a clear trail of lubricant over massive balls. Perversely, being abused seemed to awaken the dragon's cock, sliding an equine shaft free from its leathery home to hang shamefully below him.

"Was that so hard?" Ares slapped the dragon's upturned ass and used two fingers to spread his puffy pucker, inspecting the lewdly drooling entrance. He'd never heard of male dragons with self-lubricating holes, so he reasoned that it was a quirk of his spell. Of course, it made sense. Preparing a dragon for breeding WAS a large part of the spell's description.

Taking hold of the dragon's tail, Ares yanked his rear backward and pushed his body toward the ground, lining his winking, dribbling hole up with Ares's foreskin-covered cock. Shimmering fluids coated his cock as he prodded against the dripping donut, and he licked his beak as welcoming heat promised a tight fit. While he usually wasn't attracted to men, he couldn't deny there was a certain allure in dominating something more powerful than himself. The dragon's reluctance only added another layer of enjoyment.

"Just do it, you fucking pervert." Wheezing and hoarse, the dragon's voice rang out, his orange eyes gleaming with pure hatred. Somehow, though, Ares could detect a hint of need in his voice, and imperceptible movements of his hips smeared his clenching pucker against the raven's cock. A bitch in heat begging for a stud?

"Is that any way to speak to your new master?" Ares scolded, pulling back his ebony foreskin and revealing a pink tip to slot against the dragon's emerald pucker. Savoring wet heat, he pushed forward until his tip pierced through the pillowy hole, digging his claws into heavy haunches. "That attitude might make me go soft. I wonder what I'd do while I wait for my cock to recover." A warning squeeze pulsed through the dragon's collar at his command and echoed in the dragon's hole's clench.

"I-I'll be good." Cowed by the show of force, the dragon pushed back with feigned eagerness, sheathing Ares to the root within his lewdly dripping hole. "Master." He added, almost as an afterthought, with a twisted face reminiscent of someone who just swallowed something disgusting.

"Good cunt." Ares rewarded the dragon's reluctant acceptance with a pounding rhythm, slapping his balls against the dragon's gooey perineum and creating long strings of sticky lubricant that messed the ground below like spiderwebs of glistening arousal. The dragon's thick tail gave him the perfect leverage, and he wrapped his arms around it to hilt himself to the root. There was no need to be gentle; the dragon's hole was so slick that Ares could probably fit both arms with no discomfort, and despite the raven's above-average size, there was no way it compared to what would be squeezing through the sloppy hole soon enough.

Tears gathered in the feral dragon's eyes, falling to the floor as they clamped shut, but he kept his ass dutifully raised for every violating thrust. Traitorous and painfully erect, his equine cock bounced with every rapacious slam, drooling thick betrayal to the dusty floor whenever Ares's cock brushed against the dragon's pleasure spot. A moan squeaked out through clenched teeth as his prostate took an energetic thrust, and he bit his lower lip to silence himself, drawing blood.

"There you go. Starting to enjoy it, aren't you?" Ares felt his orgasm rising and changed his angle to slam his steely tip into the dragon's prostate, delighting in the muffled noises he wrung from his draconic victim. Unfortunately, his fun had to end eventually, and with one final, sloppy shove, he buried himself to the root, violating the dragon's hole with a creamy load of raven seed.

Unlike Ares's usual double spoonful of hot satisfaction, his orgasm was unusually voluminous, pumping the dragon full of enough seed to swell his stomach and press against his traitorous cock in a perverse facsimile of the first stage of pregnancy. Pleasure followed every blast, and Ares could feel a small drain on his magic, infusing every drop. "Fuck yeah. The spell didn't mention this part. Fucking icing on the cake." He panted and withdrew from violated, dripping depths, admiring the pearly glaze he gave the dragon's puffy hole.

"Are you done? Can I leave?" A weak, hoarse voice whispered from below, and the dragon's haunches shook as he drew in shuddering breaths, his cock still unattended and angrily pulsing beneath him. Attempts to drag himself across the floor only winked his gaped hole and bounced his cock as though his body were attempting to coax another round from Ares.

"I'm afraid that's impossible. You're bound to me. If you try to escape or end my life," Ares slapped the dragon's rear with enough force to jiggle a feral cheek to drive home his point. "There will be consequences." He weighed the dragon's bulging stomach with clinical fingers, feeling its slosh. "I doubt you'll want to escape me after the next stage begins. You enjoyed breeding far too much."

"Next stage-?" The dragon's question trailed into a panicked groan, and his tail thrashed from side to side. "What the fuck is happening to me?" Panting, he spread his legs, his eyes shooting open and his maw opening in an unmistakable expression of pure bliss. Cum-filled as it was, his stomach showed no sign of the enchantment's effects at first until it began to grow taut, growing positively gravid.

"A golden opportunity. I think you'll make an excellent broodmare." Ares patted the dragon's hindquarters and smirked as the creature's hole unleashed a gush of lubricant. Unable to resist a sadistic tease, he slurped two fingers into that flexing hole, scissoring them open and delighting in the debaucherous moan he wrung from the laboring dragon's throat.

"I- Fuck- What the fuck-" Curses poured from the dragon's throat as his hole bloated and a glinting object stretched its lips. A tapered oval began to take shape, glittering with golden extravagance and shoving against Ares's obstructing fingers, prodded back into place by probing digits. "Too big. Too fucking big. I can't-" Straining, he pushed, another gush of wetness following as he tried desperately to clear the obstruction.

"That's it. You're going to make me so much money." Ares relented, his fingers slurping free and his hands lowering to catch the head-sized golden egg that popped past the dragon's hole and threatened to clatter to the floor below. It was slippery and weighed far more than anything its size normally would, confirming that it was solid gold. The spell worked.

"More?!" A single word, then the dragon was straining again, another identical egg popping free from his gaped, flexing hole. His legs gave way, but his ass remained upturned, his cock firing its payload as it was forced backward between his legs, leaving a puddle at Ares's feet. Sobbing whimpers accompanied the dragon's efforts, and the next egg caught on his rim, pulsing outward, then slurping back in, caught by his clenching muscles and trapped by his orgasm.

"Don't worry, pet. The first clutch is enormous. After this, you'll only push out one, maybe two at a time." Licking his lips and tracing claws over the mirrored golden surface, Ares fucked the dragon's hole with its heavy bulk, wringing further moans from the squirting whore. When it popped free, he placed it next to its twin, then raised an eyebrow as the dragon's hole unleashed another cascade of slickness.

Seven golden eggs plopped free from the dragon's confines before his hole shuddered and clenched against open air with no more to give. His eyes were glazed over, and a small lake of draconic cum swam around his cock, mixing with the dirt floor to coat his shaft in a musky layer of mud. Formerly bulging with eggs, his stomach returned to its original size, though there was a bit of an added doughiness around his midsection.

Ares polished his prizes with a jaunty whistle and sat near the dragon's open muzzle, waving a hand before unseeing eyes before he flopped his spent cock on top of flaring nostrils. He patted the fucked-silly creature's head and smirked. "Hope you enjoyed that, bitch. You'll be experiencing it for the rest of your life."

The dragon's only response was a whimpering moan.