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Stockholm Syndrome

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Teryxc

Part 1

I came across him many nights ago, so many I can't remember. It could have been weeks, it could have been months, it could have been that same night I met him. When you can't sleep anymore, and when you no longer suffer hunger and thirst, things like time also lost all meaning. You live in-between realms, a being that shouldn't be here, to begin with. An aberration defying all physical laws known by humanity. Intangible evidence whose sole existence put at risk the foundations of science and society.

A ghost.

And my presence is as unnatural as the absurd wish for mortals to interact with the paranormal. That's what I didn't expect more than just another idiot entering a "haunted house" to get evidence he could show to a world that would label him as crazy. He wasn't the first one.

I sometimes gave them what they came looking for. Sometimes, I just watch them wander around the house, delighted by their visible disappointment.

And while this dragon did react frightened when I peeked from outside a window, he kept moving forward. Just a bit of courage, nothing I couldn't handle.

But as scared as he looked, he kept moving with pure determination in his eyes. Only then I realized his will wouldn't give up to cheap scares and sinister voices. So I gave him what he wanted and appeared before him as a harmless orb of blue light.

He said his name was Teryx, a muscular and tall dragon with two large horns crowning his head next to the pointy ears. A flaming mane of yellow tones ran from his forehead and down his nape, with three smaller, white horns hidden within it. His chest and thighs reflected the serenity of a clear sky, while his back, arms, and paws looked like the deepest sea, with only a brush of white on his chin and pits.

And how do I know such intimate details? Quite simple. He was a little more enthusiastic than I thought about finding a ghost.

Of course, Teryx didn't mention it immediately. He kept his reasons hidden for quite some time and, well, I was too ashamed to admit that, despite the many people I scared of before, I craved some company. It was a moment of weakness. Nothing could've prepared me for what was coming.

He maintained a friendly approach at first, showing sincere interest in the things I shared with him. While he had some devious intentions hidden, I later discovered he wasn't dishonest with the things he said: he liked being with me. That's how we built some trust.

We never went fully into private details; mostly because I had little to share on who I was when I was alive--the memories die when you're a ghost. But I shared knowledge with him. Runes, spells, arcane rituals--the kind of stuff you learn when you're no longer tied to the mortal realm. I was surprised to discover how natural it was for Teryx to learn and use those powers, another perk that got me attracted to him.

For a moment, I feared what type of uses he would give to those enchantments--a scared ghost, how ironic. And while his true intentions were indeed devious, I never considered the real plans he had in mind.

"You think you can... touch me?"

His question took me by surprise. Standing in front of the fireplace, Teryx took off his clothes to reveal a set of simple magic circles whose sole purpose was to allow physical interaction between creatures of different realms. Standing in front of the flames, he gained an aura that made him look irresistible. I never thought I could feel attraction over someone else ever again--much less for a male, yet there I was, watching my hands take an ethereal aspect as I got closer to the dragon.

Touch is a lot different when you're dead. You can hold things, but not feel them. You know you're holding them because you see them float in front of you.

The circles Teryx used let me feel for the first time in so long. I was baffled at how smooth his scales were and at how sensitive he was--just a gentle caress was enough to get some lovely sighs out of him, or maybe it was the contrast between his warm body and my cold touch. It startled me--I still can't believe it happened--to feel his heart bump against his chest, and how the latter moved up and down between each breath.

Teryx only saw my hands, but I was there, right next to him, craving for a sensation I never thought I'd experience again. The spell limited the contact to my hands, so I made sure to touch as much as I could of a willing dragon who breathed faster with each inch of smooth and warm scales covered by my fingers.

I felt so... good. I closed my hands carefully around his neck and ran a finger up his chin. I followed the outline of his well-toned muscles, from his pecs and down his abs. I held him by the hips, like I held someone else many, many years ago, and moved my finger up his back, following the spine to see him shiver at how sensitive he was. The dragon giggled; a lovely sound that filled me with energy.

And while it just lasted for a few minutes, oh, those few minutes were enough to make me feel alive again.

It turned into a routine. After our regular studies, we moved to the living room, and with the fire crackling in the back, I played again with the dragon's body. Our interaction became a little more intimate with each night. His mastery of rituals allowed for more control over him, with more hands to pin him down to the floor, and even a mouth to smell and taste the glorious male body.

I don't remember a lot of who I was or what I did in life, but I believe the things I've done with Teryx were extremely immoral in my time. A kiss on his lips, a bite on the neck, maybe those were labeled as "normal". But my tongue didn't stop at just his neck. I shoved my phantasmagorical tongue into his maw and tasted the warm saliva. I licked his shoulders, his pecs, his fingers, and even his pits. I got drunk in the strong musk carried by the droplets of sweat that ran down his pecs, a smell and taste so strong it was addictive. And I followed the path down until the night I dared to meet his rod.

The sounds he made when I closed my "lips" around it. The way he squirmed when I, following his instructions, sucked his manhood. And the taste. Dear God, the taste. So salty and masculine. Just a lick to the tip was enough to make me feel corporeal again, if only for a moment.

It still makes me feel so dirty to think about it. The shape, the smell, the taste, and call it the way Teryx did: cock. Oh, it's so dirty. Ironically, that just made it better. A part of me, the part that still clenched to who I was in life, told me not to fall into that debauchery, to resist and not give up on my sinful desires. But the image of that huge stud squirming and moaning was enough to put those pesky thoughts to rest.

It was Teryx's turn to teach me more about the world beyond those wooden walls. And I learned, oh, I learned so many things. But it was pleasure the topic I cared about the most, as I was speechless at how important pleasure was in Teryx's world; and so addictive too.

When was the moment our dynamic changed is an answer that still evades me. It happened so subtly. I don't think Teryx noticed either, or if he cared about it, to begin with. He never expressed any sign of distress during our encounters. Or maybe I was possessed by the sin of lust and ignored his pleas. It's so hard to notice when a squirm becomes a struggle, when a moan turns into a cry, or whether his tears are from joy or pain if in the end he always fed me with his seed. How can I, a being no longer tied to morality, define the line between what's consensual and what's not in a society where sexual practices are not only wild but also extremely diverse?

I never really dwelled on that topic, despite the question coming to me several times. I took Teryx's visits as permission to continue, for he never dared to miss one of our dates; and when he did, he deeply apologized the night after. His enthusiasm didn't die either. And not a single night he asked me to be more gentle. Although I did notice a certain submission in his behavior: a shy look from his eyes that soon became a shrug, and that later moved to his voice, which acquired a quiet tone.

He never asked for it directly. The plead was in his submission. A "physical" domination expressed through the many hands with whom I kept him down was no longer enough to satiate his lust. The things he wanted me to say were all so denigrating, yet I enjoyed whispering those filthy words to him.

After that, I noticed something different in me. When was the last night I laid with him gently? When was the last night I touched his body with care and love? I don't remember. I had more clarity on the nights when I grab him against the floor and abused his sensitive body. From licks to bites, and always ending with a blowjob, until the whiny dragon came inside my ghostly maw.

During the first nights, his cum drew an arc in the air before falling over his chest. But at one time, it simply faded and turned into an ectoplasm that I absorbed. And after that, each load gave me more power. What started as a simple interaction out of curiosity became a necessity to me, an addiction that provided me with the energy to be more... alive.

It feels weird to use that word, but it's the best way I can describe how his cum made me feel. I savored every load and let that energy flow through me. And as Teryx became more submissive, I grew stronger and gained more control. Except for one little detail: I still needed the ritual.

No matter how strong I had become, I couldn't cross the barrier between the realms. The magic circles Teryx used only allowed a certain level of interaction, and weren't big or strong enough to act as a complete portal. I needed something else, a different spell to allow me more control over the trembling stud Teryx was. And I already knew the one.

That night, the dragon came as usual. Dressed in a long coat and carrying an umbrella over his head to protect himself from the storm outside, he swiftly got rid of his clothes and ran to the comfort provided by the fire that I had already prepared for him. He talked about his day, a topic completely meaningless to me, but in which I pretended to have some interest. I think I did care once before his lustful intentions corrupted my being.

Of course, time nor lust made me lose the admiration I felt for his body. That precious tower of muscles and scales I learned to love through touch and taste. He stood in front of the fire like he always did, and let the warmth wrap him like a mantle. I stood behind him and "hug" him--without the circles, all Teryx felt was a shiver, but it was enough to let him know I was there.

"Sounds like you have a bad day," I said to him.

"All days are bad days at that place. But I can always find comfort somewhere else," the dragon replied.

"Huh? Where?"

"At home, playing video games, with my boyfriend," then, he paused. And while I couldn't see his face, I knew from the tone of his voice how red his cheeks were, "... here. I like being here."

"I like having you around too. It's wonderful to have someone to talk with."

"Never thought I'd hear a ghost say that."

"Well, a lot of things you weren't expecting had happened too."

That comment got a giggle out of him. However, it quickly turned into a sigh.

"I've been thinking," Teryx took a step aside to sit on the carpet. Some embers jumped off the fireplace when the wood crackled. "I like the thing we have between us. I've learned so much. And I'd like to believe you have learned as much I."

"Trust me, I have."

It was in those moments when I appreciated not having a face Teryx could see. Unlike the cheerful smile he offered, I know mine would have looked devious and sinister to him.

"Not everyone can say they taught a ghost how the outside world is."

"I believe any of those morons who came before you might've had the opportunity. It's a shame their intentions were different."

"Was I one of those morons?" Teryx asked, confident to show a cheeky smile.

"At first, yes, I thought you were another one. I'm so glad you didn't run away after the first scare."

"I had my reasons to stay. However, as much as I've enjoyed our time together, I wonder if it's ok for you to stay in this realm."

His expression changed. I noticed the guilt he carried over his shoulders, labeling himself as the one holding me back from Heaven. The dragon soon continued, no longer showing any happiness in his usually cheerful expression.

"I'm not sure if this is what you want or if somehow I'm keeping you here."

Whatever I had in mind paled before the opportunity Teryx had put before me. With his judgment fogged by guilt and regret, and the blind trust the dragon had put in me from the beginning, the path ahead that led to what I truly wanted was completely clear.

"If I have to be honest," I began, "I'm not sure of what's holding me back. As I once told you, concepts like time and memory became blurry the more you live in this shape. This house, the paintings, all the old furniture, nothing holds any meaning to me. I can't remember who I was in life or when I died. I believe the reason behind my stay in this realm lies within the memories I lost."

"Is there a way to recover them?"

I heard an involuntary enthusiasm in his voice, mixed with a sparkle of hope. The guilt would lead him to do anything. But I still needed one thing from him...

"I'm not sure. I can't even tell if that assumption is correct. However, spirits are usually held back by strong feelings and desires. But with this shape being so restrictive, there's very little I can do to find satisfaction besides the time we spent together."

Just one little thing...

"Teryx, you make the world outside these wooden walls sound so wonderful. It's chaotic and impulsive, yet filled with beauty and hope. It's so different from what I can remember about the world I lived in. And the more you talk about it, the more I want to see it."

One simple, meaningless thing...

"Maybe seeing that world is what I need to cross over. But a spirit is bounded to one spot. And I'm afraid I can't leave this mansion on my own. No spirit has enough power to break this type of bond alone--unless I find something else to hold onto."

And the dragon offered it to me in a burst of joy...

"I lend you my body if that's what you need!"

His willingness.

Any spirit can possess a body. Unfortunately, forced possessions are unstable and easy to recognize. The fight between both wills inside one meat vessel tends to generate physical changes until the body became too damaged for the spirit to live in.

However, when the host willingly offers his body, it creates a bond that strengthens the possession.

I knew Teryx wasn't dumb. But even a smart guy like him can make bad decisions under the influence of feelings. And a bad decision is what I needed in a moment like that. My dear Teryx, he looked so lovely with that sparkle in his eyes. Despite not being physically there, he "saw" me. And I could tell he wanted to help me more than anything.

"I can't accept that. You're my friend!"

I had to clear any suspicions he could have by pretending, making the bond stronger in the process.

"And because we're friends is why I want to do it. You've taught me so much."

"Because you made me feel alive. You gave me something no one else has ever given me. You stayed when others leave. Teaching you what I know is the least I could do."

"And now I wanna do more for you. I want to help you cross over, so you could finally rest in peace."

"You understand what that means, right?"

Teryx got up. His proud stand, with his chest puffed and his fists clenched, was all I needed to see to know he was ready.

"Even if I must say goodbye, I'll help you with what you need. So please, let me lend my body to you."

Absolute willingness.

I wonder if he thought about it first. His offer came out so abruptly that it makes me think he didn't consider it for even a second. Just another idiot moved by feelings. Now that I understand them again, I almost feel sad. But I got the vessel I wanted. And for a moment, I thought that was all I needed.

How wrong I was.

I instructed him on the ritual: a series of magic inscriptions and circles on his chest and the ground. The flames on the fireplace died, and the only light came from the 7 candles placed around the circle, and the occasional thunder hitting the ground and shaking the windows.

My vessel lay in the middle, blindfolded and naked. I took a moment to inspect again his body from outside the circle, longing for what was about to be mine. It still amazes me his perfection. Tall and slender, chiseled with muscles that didn't affect his flexibility or his elegant bearing. Smooth and sensitive scales. And a peculiar musk born from the sweetness of his perfume mixed with the sweat of the day, perfectly balanced to provide a masculine scent.

I stepped into the circle. The ritual was different from the ones we did before. I was all around him, capable to manifest in any way I wanted. I held him by the wrists and ankles with ghostly hands to keep him down. One hand toyed with his balls the way he liked: with gentle squeezes and a slow massage. Another grabbed his cock, a careful but firm grip to help it get thicker. That alone was enough to put my vessel to huff.

My ghostly muzzle came after. And a second one. And a third one. With slow and careful licks to his pits, chest, and crotch. I wanted my vessel to experience the most intense climax possible, and for that, I had to stimulate him to the point it became unbearable. I found more delight in his moans rather than the taste of his humid body. I made sure to lick and clean those sensitive points, to build up his pleasure and slowly turn his willingness into obedience.

Sweet moans at first. He squirmed and twitched while his cock got harder in my grip. And the pleasure soon made him struggle against the ghostly bindings. Oh, what a lovely sight it was. How good it made me feel to apply to him all the lessons taught over countless sinful nights. His expressions, his silent pleas, the quiet whines, what a wonderful experience.

The storm announced the dark ritual taking place. As lightning pierced through the heavens, and the winds howled and punished the old wooden mansion, my vessel's lust powered the sacrilegious inscriptions written on the ground and his chest. The invisible strings of arcane magic lifted his body with care, preparing him to become the puppet he was destined to be. Each whine and plead and moan became the chant that kept the spell in motion.

My sweet vessel floated in thin air. His private parts, exposed and at my mercy, became the target of my own twisted lust. My ghostly maws worked on his cock and tail, sucking and rimming respectively to prepare him for what was coming. And he replied to those gestures with moans that only the storm could silence.

"Cry, cry! Cry my sweet vessel! Shed tears of joy for this maddening pleasure that invades you!"

The tongue rimming his ass soon became the cock with which I would seal his destiny. A ghostly shaft, a perfect copy of his manhood: large and thick, with round ridges below pointing at the ballsac. I shoved it slowly and delighted with each inch of energy invading his warm hole.

Oh, the way he screamed. And the face he put. A balance of pain and pleasure, mixed with the uncanny sensation of my spectral being invading his insides for the first time. The fear had crawled over his lust-corrupted consciousness, and only then, in the middle of that demonic coitus, Teryx understood the risks of what he had accepted.

But it was too late for him to stop it. My spectral being invaded his body one inch at a time, until I was balls deep. Showing no mercy to his ruined self, I fucked him deep and hard, putting little care into each thrust that stretched his tight and warm hole.

His shrieks echoed through the house like the pitiful cries of a sorrowful ghost. Mind and body succumbed to pleasure beyond his comprehension, a joy so intense no mortal had ever experienced. Each silent hump crushed his consciousness, while my energy began to invade and spread all across the vessel that was soon to be mine.

"G-GOD!!! S-stop it, please! It's too much!" I heard him cry, to which I reply with harder and more ruthless thrusts.

The flames from the candles burned brighter. The drawings on the floor acquired a blue glow, and the energy holding my vessel in the air manifested in the shape of red tentacles straight from hell itself to replace the ghostly hands. The true demonic nature of the ritual came to light, and my sweet vessel could only watch in horror while his climax took place.

I saw him bathe himself with the juices of his lust, ropes of cum that fell over his sweaty chest and face. His body jumped violently at the intensity of his orgasm, while he choked in his own pleasure, struggling to get the moans to come out. With his eyes about to roll inside his head, Teryx walked dangerously on the rope that kept him from losing consciousness, his mind completely ravaged by the overwhelming lust he once offered to me.

"Yes. YES! Give up, my sweet vessel! Break the mold and let me rebuild you again!"

From the candles rose large columns of fire that announced my own "climax". A thunder fall over the mansion when my energy began to invade Teryx's body. I felt myself run through his veins, fuse with his muscles, and fill the space made by the ritual in his mind and heart.

The tentacles turned into slime, the flames died, and his limp body fell unconscious on the floor.

By the time Teryx regained consciousness, the storm had stopped. He felt like waking up from a long slumber, and his body was still too tired to get up his paws. With a lot of effort, the dragon managed to crawl over where his damp clothes lay and did what he could to dress up on the floor, giving some time for the blood to flow properly through his limbs.

His head was a mess. His body was a mess. Coping with all his strength, he got up and begged his shaky legs to hold his weight. He stumbled a couple of times and had to use the long sofa as support during the first steps, but eventually, he succeeded in standing up.

It was still dark outside. Roe, his boyfriend, must be worried about him. He never stayed that long at the mansion. The storm could've explained it at first, but now that it had ended, Teryx knew he had to go back immediately. After making sure everything was in his pockets, he made his way to the main entrance, having to pass first through the door leading outside the study room.

The dragon turned the knob and the wooden door opened for him. But when he crossed the threshold, he found himself walking back into the study room. The fireplace was lit, with the wood crackling and throwing embers outside.

"Huh? I could swear..."

Teryx swallowed. Behind him was the hallway leading to the main entrance. He shook his head and crossed the threshold again, but after a blink, he found himself back in the study room. A circle made of chalk in the center of the room showed blurry signs and letters. Dry wax covered the golden candlesticks put around the circle. And had the furniture always looked so... new? He remembered a broken sofa made of rotten wood and walls ruined by years of storms and termites.

While the room still looked old, it was in a much better condition, as if someone had been living there recently. However, the hallway behind him still looked old and destroyed, just like he remembered.

"What the fuck is going on...?"

Teryx crossed the threshold again, and another blink brought him back to the study room.

The candlesticks shone under the fire coming from the fireplace; the candles on top had a fiery flame but it didn't consume the wax. Everything had the same pristine look they had many years ago, with the wooden walls recently varnished and the cloth from the sofa and chairs showing a bright, livid red, almost as if they had been painted with blood. The paintings on the wall showed a white dragon with red eyes, who dressed in ceremonial robes along with others wearing the same clothes. His vicious eyes reminded him of someone...

Before the bloody eyes absorbed him, Teryx turned his back to escape, only to find a copy of himself at the other side of the threshold. Both dragons screamed in horror and jumped away before the door closed on its own.

The fear had made his heart beat hard against his chest. Teryx felt dizzy and stumbled with his tail as he tried to get away from his reflection, trapped at the other side of the door. He put both hands against his ears and whimpered in silence while his heartbeats sounded like a jackhammer in his head. The panic and confusion made him shed some tears during his desperate attempt to find an exit out of that nightmare; until a familiar voice called for him.

"Going somewhere?"

Teryx knew that voice. He would've recognized it anywhere. But listening to it did not bring any peace to his troubled soul.

Because it was his voice.

My voice.

When the dragon looked outside through the window, he saw himself standing on the pathway. And the memories came back to him.

He saw himself dress up and got out of the study room. He walked through the hallway leading to the main entrance, where he gave one last look at the mansion. He set a paw outside and took a deep breath while his body shivered from the cold breeze left by the storm. And he saw the world beyond the mansion, waiting for him.

Except that wasn't him.

That was me, controlling my meat vessel.

What "stayed behind" was the dragon's consciousness, reduced to a mere pesky voice in the back of my head, and trapped in a special jail made to resemble the chamber where we spent most of our time together. He was nothing but a simple spectator while I was completely in charge of his body and life.

"I never envied the living. But that's only because I had forgotten how good it feels to be alive."

I looked at my hands. I found it hard to believe that I was looking at myself when once was nothing there. I had a body again. And it made me feel so good--even if it wasn't mine.

I touched my chest. I felt it move up and down with each breath. I ran the sharp end of my claws above the skin and twitched when I felt the tickles. I hold myself, strongly and firmly, afraid it wasn't real. But it was there. My vessel was there. My body was there. And it was completely mine. That pounding heart under my chest was mine and mine alone.

"This isn't what we agreed to!" I heard Teryx complain.

"Oh, but this is exactly what we agreed to. You lend me YOUR body. I didn't force you. I didn't trick you. You wanted this."

"But not like this! I did it to help you!"

"And that's exactly what you're gonna do."

With firm steps, I walked away from the mansion where I lived for decades and admired the city lights beneath me. And as the lingering bond between me and the building finally broke, dozens, hundreds of memories flashed before my very eyes.

But those weren't my memories. What I saw were none other than Teryx's memories. From his childhood to his adulthood, from all the faces he met and the friends he made over the years. The adventures, journeys, and the deep sorrow from all those moments where he was hurt. The people he slept with. The people he cared about. And the one true love that was now his other half.

One glorious life flashed before my eyes, and I had a chance to live it.

I looked behind, and for the first time in decades, my heart sank at the sight of the home I was leaving. And at the same time, I was excited about what was coming. I was expectant of my life as Teryx. So many opportunities. So many new paths. More and more memories came to teach me what I had to do now that I was the blue dragon, along with many more marvels this world has to offer and Teryx didn't mention it before.

"Please, you don't have to do this! I thought we were friends!" Teryx cried again in his corner in my mind.

"And we are. I promise I won't do anything wrong. I have to take care of this body now that it's mine."

"But it's not yours!"

"And what exactly are you gonna do to change that? You're the one who made the ritual."

"Following your instructions!"

"So you do everything others tell you to do without question?"

"I trusted you..."

"And that was your mistake, not mine."

"I cared for you..."

"And yet your intentions were devious from the beginning. And you think I'm the villain?"

With each word, his spirit got crushed more and more. It might sound wrong, but I delighted in his deep sorrow. And I felt pity for him. My poor vessel, whose only mistake was to put his trust into the wrong hands.

With a pat on my shoulder, I tried to comfort his grieving soul.

"Don't worry. I won't get rid of you. In my own way, I do care for you, and I'm not planning to hurt your body."

"... is that supposed to make me feel better?" The dragon cried.

"Take it however you want. It makes no difference to me."

With a chuckle, I continued walking until I reached the front gate. That was the limit. If I'd ever tried to leave, I knew that was as far as I could get. I saw those gates so many times, so tall and imposing that they kept me hidden in the mansion. I craved more than once to cross through them the same way the living did.

But on that night, the gates looked small and rusty, and I wondered why that meaningless wall stopped me for so long.

With just a single kick, the old hinges finally succumbed after years of harsh weather, and the front gates fell onto the dirt with the roar of the same thunderstorm that had punished the city minutes ago.

My heart was pounding. My fists clenched. I took a step forward and walked out of the mansion's grounds. I felt so... furious, and even today I still can't understand why.

"I forgot feelings are complicated..."

No longer tied to that old house, I left and never came back.

I never saw cars before, yet I know how to drive them. It still feels weird to have two sets of memories--even if one is incomplete. The best way to describe is feeling insecure about something you know you can do, and still feel that way while you do it. I believe today's society calls it anxiety.

I drove Teryx's car perfectly while trying not to succumb to panic over the fact that I was controlling around 2,000 pounds of steel and oil that could explode if I made a single mistake. It was... fun. I forgot how exhilarating panic could be. I got so excited over all those sensations I forgot some of them were dangerous.

Teryx didn't seem to fondle with my experimentation on the way back home, although he looked more busy sinking in his own pity and I didn't want to interrupt. It was a healthy process to accept his reality. Besides, he alone got himself out of it after realizing where we were going.

"Wait... this is the route I take home," the dragon said after a long silence.

"Yes."

"Why are you going there?"

"Well, Teryx lives there, right? And I'm Teryx."

"You are not Teryx. Stop saying that!"

He was full of anger, I perceived that. But there wasn't enough anger in his pitiful human soul that could break what the ritual did. And his little tantrum only put a smile on my face instead.

"My scales are blue, my hair is golden, and the ID in my wallet says Teryx. So I guess that's me."

"You just stole my body you fucking asshole! And now you think you can go home and steal my life and--"

And there was the realization.

Words alone can't describe the fear my little Teryx felt after discovering where I was going and who was waiting there. Yes, as a part of me, I know what the dragon feels. And he was the prey of panic and despair. I could even taste the tears he shed of the desperation of knowing there was nothing he could do to stop my depraved self from ruining the purity of the one person he cared about the most.

Roe, his beloved boyfriend, was waiting for me at home.

"Now you get it."

"Please don't... I beg you..."

"Beg? Does that sound like a beg to you?"

"I'll do anything you want but please don't hurt him!" Teryx cried again, cornered in his little jail, powerless.

"Oh, but I'm not gonna hurt him either. I'm not a vengeful spirit, Teryx. I don't plan to do anything you wouldn't do--which doesn't mean I won't get something from him."

"Don't put a hand on him, goddammit!"

"But I'm not gonna do it. Teryx will. And he's gonna love what Teryx's gonna do to him."

And then, his fear turned into anger. I felt it burn like a match consuming in my fingers. I heard his growl and the way he clenched his fists to hit someone he couldn't reach. And that rage turned me on. So I teased him some more.

"And you will see me do it. And you will feel it. And you will enjoy it. Because no matter what, you're still part of me. And I'm a part of you."

And I teased him more. And more. I fed his anger to the point it turned into a blind rage that reduced him to a savage beast trapped in a cage. And why did I do that? Hope. I gave him hope. I made Teryx believe his rage would be enough to break free. I wanted him to try.

That would make his despair taste so much better.

Part 2

I still think a lot about that first night. Nothing was any different after I arrived at the building. Johan, the guard, a black bull with both horns broken, greeted me as I walked towards the elevator--I waved back and asked about his day. He mentioned a meeting we had that morning, and I replied with a joke he found funny.

I met Leslie as she stepped out of the elevator, a tigress of thick hips that had flirted with me several times despite knowing I--Teryx--have a boyfriend.

I got into the elevator and hummed the boring song they had been using for the past 3 years we've been living there. My finger pressed the button with the black 15 written on it. I knew where to go. I had to turn right, then walk straight to the end of the hallway. 15-09 should be labeled next to the door.

That's where Roe waited for me.

Roe. The sweet Roe. He was Teryx's sweetheart during high school, a true love story not even their conservative households could put an end to. The fox of reddish fur with white strokes on his tail and paws--giving the illusion he's wearing socks--was responsible for showing Teryx what it meant to be with a male.

Only distance had the strength to put them apart, and that's what happened after graduating from high school. With hundreds of miles in between and a limited budget, they took the best choice and put an end to their relationship, so both could have other opportunities to love and be happy.

Whether it was an act of destiny or a mere coincidence, both of them met again years later after a job offer brought them to the same city. And with nothing else in between, the duo decided to continue what they started years ago.

Just revisiting his story through Teryx's memories--and the many adventures both shared over the years after that--made me shed a tear. I didn't need a body to know very few had the privilege to say they live a story like theirs--which only made the act of corrupting them more delicious.

Of course, I didn't have anything planned yet. While I made my way there, my mind only think of the things I was about to do to Roe, images Teryx also witnessed. Now that I had a better concept of what sex is in the current era--along with the hundreds of "porn videos" the dragon had watched--all I wanted at that moment was to enjoy it to its fullest. After that, I'd come up with a plan.

Besides, teasing Teryx was so much fun it was hard to think of anything else. I know how much of an asshole this makes me feel. What were you expecting?

When I stood in front of the door I was rock hard. They never bothered to close the door unless they went outside or it was time to sleep. They trusted our neighbors. They never expected someone with ill intentions to walk into our home. Roe, at least, didn't expect it until that night.

The TV was blasting when I walked in. However, a set of sensitive ears caught my steps before I even closed the door behind me. Immediately, the volume went down to a reasonable level, and a voice called me from the living room.

"Hun? Is that you?"

"Yes, dear."

I put the coat on the hanger on the wall and was about to walk out of the foyer when the reddish fox intercepted me. His inquisitive blue eyes looked at me from head to toe. His lips twisted in a sly smirk, so obvious yet funny, as always. With his hands behind his back, he stood on his toes to get on my level--and almost lost his balance a second after.

After clearing his throat, he looked back at me and squinted. But his playful behavior came out almost immediately with weak slaps at my chest.

"What were you doing out this late?!"

I gave him the satisfaction before holding his slender body in my arms while laughing. With no clothes on besides his underwear, the reddish fur puffed in response to the warmth coming from my body. Roe whined before hiding his face in my chest, where he whined a little more.

"I'm sorry. I got stuck at work, then the storm caught me. Thought it would be dangerous to drive under those conditions."

"You could've at least called."

"My cell phone died. I swear it won't happen again."

"It better not!" He raised his look and gave me the most exaggerated grumpy expression I--Teryx-- had ever seen. "And your punishment for not being here early is knowing that I ordered sushi and eat it all alone."

"Oh, and you didn't save anything for me?"

"Nope! Nothing at all. It's aaaaaall in my tummy now," he swiftly escaped from my embrace and jumped away, turning his back to me. "You can have cereal. There's a lot of cereal," there he paused and scratched his chin. "We seriously have a lot of cereal, hun."

The slender vulpine didn't have as much muscle as the dragon, but he was considerably more agile and flexible in return. The few muscles he packed were perfectly hidden under the silky fur he deeply cared about. He looked so fragile in comparison with Teryx, and the 1ft height difference didn't help either.

His pointy ears flickered when I moved forward, and while I knew he could escape easily, Roe stayed there to receive my hug.

"I like cereal. That's why we bought a lot. Remember?"

"You should take it to bed if you like it that much."

"I might as well," I was about to close my fangs on his neck when an idea crossed my mind--or was Teryx's idea? Hard to tell. "Wait a moment, how did you get sushi under that storm?"

Then, a name flashed in my head.

"Oh, Jeremy."

Without having to see his face, I knew Roe's cheeks were burning red.

I am well aware of what an extramarital relationship is. And it's so convenient that what once was frowned upon, today's society just calls it an "open relationship". I know it must be a common agreement, and to my luck, these two made that agreement some time ago.

Jeremy is a stallion they met at a convention. The chemistry of that friendship was strong enough to let them experiment a little more after some months of harmless sexual innuendos. Just a threesome, nothing a lot of couples hadn't tried before. Roe was fascinated with the idea; Teryx, not so much. But the dragon did like the experience, and agreed to an open relationship--or well, that's what he told Roe.

In reality, he had a hard time getting used to the thought of letting other guys have fun with his fox, but he didn't feel like taking away Roe's sexual freedom, who was more active than Teryx. That's what happens when a rebellious child grows up in a conservative household and finds a boyfriend who is too much of a coward to say what he thinks.

So instead of telling what he felt, Teryx put some strict conditions on their agreement--conditions Roe accepted happily. And while the dragon had learned to live with the fact his playful and innocent boyfriend likes cock too much, he doesn't feel ready to be as active as Roe is.

"My, oh my, all that debauchery you taught me, and now I discover you're a total wuss," I said in my head, looking to tease the dragon a little more.

I didn't get the answer I was looking for. Instead, the dragon roared, pushing against the walls of his tiny cell in an attempt to make his call reach his boyfriend.

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, ROE!"

And while his burst of rage surprised me, as it managed to give him some control over his body, all it came out of my mouth was a deep growl, one Roe thought had another meaning.

Roe twitched as I moved closer. My huge hands sent shivers down his spine after both landed on his shoulders. The size difference shines in those situations, but never like that precise moment: when the sharp end of my claws pricked his skin and forced him to shrug.

"So, if I check my cell phone, I'm sure there will be a message from you telling me that, right? Because we agreed on asking for permission first."

As my voice turned into a whisper, Roe shrunk more. My firm grip crushed years of cognitive evolution and brought back the primitive fear of a prey trapped by his predator.

"Not that I care if you didn't. You know me well enough to know I'd have accepted anyway. Which doesn't mean you did the right thing."

The trapped Teryx roared again. His fury kept on building inside him, like a volcano about to erupt.

"So you're gonna tell me what you two did as punishment. Did he fuck you? Or you rode his cock like you always do? Hmm?"

Roe trembled, and with good reason, after feeling my sharp claw dance dangerously close to his neck. His usually sweet and delicate musk got contaminated by the sheer fear of what that claw implied.

"N-n-n-not of that! It wasn't planned! I swear!"

The moment I loosened my grip, the sly fox escaped from my claws and stepped away. However, he didn't move any further. Both hands on his crotch did a pathetic attempt to cover his erection, and the confused expression was all I needed to know he didn't expect any of that. I still remember the sound of his raced heart and the taste his fear left in the air.

"I made the order right before the storm started. Jeremy said he could bring it if I waited until his shift ended. He was so nice I offered him to stay until the storm passed, and... y-yeah... he t-t-took a shower and I thought he deserved at least a blowjob! Nothing else!"

I took a step forward, then another. The rage Teryx felt came out like an alluring growl that kept Roe close by, trapped by the seductive look of a predator coming down his prey. His legs trembled as I moved closer. I could feel his urge to pick between running or jumping into my arms.

But before he had a chance to pick, I kissed him on the cheek and keep on walking to the kitchen.

"I'll have the cereal, then," I announced, back to my normal voice.

I didn't need to look behind to know what a mess Roe was. The poor fox had never seen that side of his dragon--probably because of how much of a pussy he is--and, judging by the smell in the air, he loved it.

"I-I did lie about the sushi," Roe mentioned an instant after I opened the fridge and found a small box with my name written on black marker-

"I know you did, darling. I know you better than anyone."

We moved to the living room to watch a show while I ate, and after that, I lay on the couch and became Roe's body pillow. I knew very well where to scratch based on Teryx's memories, and delighted at how the fox squirmed by my touch and the tantrum my vessel did, powerless to do anything else beyond some desperate roars.

It was delicious. As the night went by, Roe's sighs turned into quiet moans provoked by my caresses. Both I and Teryx smelled his arousal building up as my hand got dangerously close to his hips. What was about to happen was obvious, and at that moment, his rage transformed into desperation. Not only he accepted his inability to stop it but he had to watch it and feel it too.

For he's still a part of me.

I'm gonna save the details of what I did to seduce him, not because of a lack of interest, but for how easy Roe is. His arousal was almost intoxicating, a musk stronger than mine that quickly flood the open-concept living room in a matter of minutes. A peek at his bulge revealed not only a tool of impressive size but also his eagerness, expressed in the growing stain of pre right on the tip.

I don't recall when exactly my hand ended under his boxers to fondle his fat ass. It's a surprise how strong his libido truly is, enough to overwhelm a dragon bigger and stronger. But I guess that's his strongest trait, and I'm not complaining about it. So I let him feed my libido with his whines and squirms while I enjoyed Teryx's pain, a sorrow so deep it started to put a weight on my chest.

"Hun, how do you feel about finishing what Jeremy started?"

That suggestion was all it took for his ears to perk. He jumped off the couch and, hunched and with both hands covering his crotch, walked backward with a dumb smile on his face.

"Give me ten to get ready."

Then he ran to the bathroom.

I took my time while Roe prepared himself. My claws tore the shirt apart and left behind the shredded cloth. And while I went to pick a beer from the fridge, I noticed a peculiar feeling. I was not only free from the bonds the mansion had on me but also from all the social conventions that, despite having little memories of my time alive, were still written in my head--figuratively speaking.

I do remember manners and dress code, respect your elders; and all that bullshit. I do remember living by those rules--Teryx, to some extent, followed similar standards. But Teryx isn't here. And the people who forced those rules on me aren't here either.

Some beer dripped over my bare chest as I chugged the whole thing in one go. Euphoric over my just discovered freedom, I crushed the can on my forehead and took another beer, finding in that bitter flavor a wide range of possibilities, each one at my reach thanks to Teryx's current job.

"I think your life is about to get so much better," I said.

"As soon as I get out of here I'm banishing you from this realm!" The dragon screamed.

But what he got in response was a giggle. "You just don't get it, right? You're not getting out of there. YOU gave me YOUR body."

"Because you tricked me!"

"Magic doesn't know of moral concepts, just like me. How I got you to accept has nothing to do with the fact you accepted. That's the only thing that matters."

The sound of the water running greeted me as I entered the main bedroom, almost the size of the living room and with a comfy King Size bed just opposite the balcony doors. The furniture had an expensive aspect, with the bed frame and vanity made of exotic wood, but the overall decoration looked a little stale--as if the couple had decided to keep the original design after buying the apartment.

"You could've at least let Roe fix this mess. The old mansion has more personality in comparison," I said.

No response.

I pulled down both my trousers and underwear. And there it was. I played with Teryx's manhood so many times, yet it felt different to see it from that perspective. I dare to say it looked bigger and thicker, ready to ruin someone's ass.

Roe was humming something in the shower. The temptation to walk in and fuck him right there almost took over, but my libido had something else in mind after I looked at the large balcony.

The dimmer switch turned smoothly while I searched for the perfect balance between visible and discreet. After that, I went out to the balcony, not without picking the lube from the night table first, and looked at the city that extended in front of me. Past midnight, most of the lights from the other complexes were off, as the people living on those were getting ready to sleep. Very few remained on, and I knew they couldn't care less about what could happen outside their buildings.

"There's a lot to fix on you if you ask me."

"I don't need you to fix anything," Teryx growled.

"Oh, but you do. Your life is as boring as your bedroom and the things happening here. You wanna change it, but you don't have the balls to leave this little comfort zone you built over the years. Don't think you can keep those memories away from me. You came to me looking for some excitement in your pathetic and mediocre life. You genuinely thought an affair with a ghost wouldn't affect your status quo since I wasn't alive, to begin with. This is as far as you've come to even be a little interesting, and it's so sad you chose a ghost to share it with. So don't you fucking dare to say you don't need me to fix it."

I must admit there was a lot of nerve in my words. I, as well, lived under the strict rules established by society, with the sole difference I didn't have a choice, whereas Teryx had every opportunity to change.

The dragon knew it. His courage succumbed to the weight of my words, and his spirit shrunk more and more inside his tiny cell. Teryx knew I was the only one he couldn't fool, for I had full access to his memories and thoughts.

"Even I can't count how many times you promised to make things different while you looked at your reflection in the morning only to come back home defeated and overwhelmed by your monotonous lifestyle. You pick safety over happiness and conceded to changes only when that safety is at risk. I hardly doubt I could do any more harm than the one you've done to yourself over these years. And yet you think I'm evil."

And he shrunk more and more under the weight of a truth he denied for decades. He cried. I tasted the salty tears running down his cheeks as he faced the reality check he so desperately needed. If he said something I didn't hear it over his loud sobbing.

"I'll give it back if I ever get tired of you. In the meanwhile, why don't you sit down and enjoy the show? Something tells me things are about to get interesting."

I said that after hearing Roe coming out of the shower. He was surprised to find me naked on the balcony and had second thoughts about coming out with me.

"What are you doing here? Someone might see you."

The cold breeze of the storm that was starting back made him shiver after he put a paw outside. I took another sip of my beer and held a hand outside to feel the first drops of rain.

"I don't think anyone is looking right now. And if they do--and I mean, if they can see from down there, I hope the show lives up to their expectations."

"And why the sudden change?" Roe asked, but his attention had already been trapped by my fat cock moving like a pendulum between my legs. "You didn't... feel like doing it here."

"I've been thinking a lot about it. Life is too short to worry about what others might think. We should have fun now that we can."

For the first time in the night, Roe giggled. His expression depicted a sincere intrigue over what I said, and I wondered if I had gone a little too far.

"Who are you and what did you do to my boyfriend?"

Nothing but a joke. And with how close he was to finding the truth, Teryx got even more depressed. "Honey, I'm here! Run away!" He screamed, knowing very well the fox wouldn't hear it.

"If you don't like it I can go back to-"

"No, no, no!" Another step forward. His towel fell down his hips, revealing the throbbing meat I was looking for--a red rocket with a fat knot on the base, big enough it was a shame he was a bottom. "... I like it."

"Yeah? And what else do you like?"

I pretended to drink some beer. Instead, I spilled some of it over my chest. Roe sighed and bit his lower lip as his eyes followed the golden liquid running down my chest, outlining my pecs and abs on its way down my cock.

"I... I li-"

"Do you like beer, honey?"

I spilled some more and held my cock pointing down so the beer could bathe it all. He hated it. I knew it from Teryx's memories. Yet he couldn't look away from my glimmering cock as more and more of the beer bathe it all.

"Roe, don't do it... please..." Teryx whined, throwing his last pathetic attempts to reach him.

But the fox wouldn't have listened anyway. He had knelt, pulled by the invisible leash the strong smell of alcohol mixed with my musk had put around his neck. Drooling like a thirsty dog, he fought a lost battle with his disgust for the beverage that kept on pouring down my cock. He hated it. Too bitter for his taste. But his lust couldn't resist my "unexpected" change of attitude.

"Do you like beer, honey?" I asked again.

And the submissive fox nodded in silence before moving closer to get the stream of beer right into his mouth. His expression twisted to reflect his disgust even before he swallowed the beverage, but it changed back after he quickly closed his lips around the tip of my cock.

"Oh, fuck..." I whispered.

I never thought it would feel so good. My hand jumped to the railing and the other one almost crushed the can. It felt so different from what I did with Teryx. The wet lips, the warm inside, the dance his tongue began around the tip. Roe sucked the dragon's cock as he has always done, and the pleasure overwhelmed me in an instant. It's not a surprise humans tend to succumb so quickly to lust if it feels this good.

His aversion to bitterness disappeared almost instantly. Some seconds after he started, Roe paused his torture to lick the beer from my cock. His expression, so cute and naive, a visible proof of his natural submission, turned me on so badly I had to force him to go back to sucking, slapping him with my cock a couple of times.

"Yeah, good boy. Take it all."

My enjoyment came out through deep and ferocious growls, a chant that only encouraged Roe to put on more enthusiasm. With a hand holding his head firmly, I pushed until his wet nose met with my crotch and the tight hole he called throat closed tightly around my cock; and I kept him there, choking in my manhood so he could discover what it was to be fucked by a real male. Even after he slapped my thighs to let him go, I kept his head there, delighted by the sounds of him choking.

The little fox had to gather all his strength to free himself from my grip. He coughed on the ground, trying to recover his breath after almost passing out. My cock glimmered from all the thick saliva he left on it, the same that was hanging out of his mouth in large strings.

"Wha-what's up with you...?" He asked, still taking quick breaths to recover.

Instead of an honest answer, I held him by the fur he had left growing in his head and pulled him back to my wet cock, which caused him to whine, as he didn't have the energy to shriek. Again, a glimpse of fear flashed in his eyes while my manhood pushed its way back into his muzzle.

"I didn't tell you to take a break, hun. Next time, I won't be so gentle."

His mouth became a victim of ruthless thrusting. With just a small window to breathe in between, Roe gave up immediately after I started to fuck his maw, pulling out my entire dick before going in all the way inside his throat. I had already lost myself on the overwhelming pleasure to take my time. I wanted nothing but to ruin the poor vulpine--and ruin Teryx even more too.

My little vessel lay down inside his cell, holding to his legs while he tried as hard as he could to ignore what I shared with him. But the waves of pleasure were too strong for his spirit to resist. I knew he felt a tingle in his cock, a tiny fraction of what Roe's mouth was making me feel, yet strong enough that he couldn't ignore it.

With a pain in his heart, Teryx whined alone, a spectator of the depravities I was committing with his lovely boyfriend. I would later discover the fitting term for my vessel: a cuck.

I gave Roe little time to rest, nothing more than a couple of seconds now and then so he could take a deep breath. And after five minutes of brutal facefucking, all the care he put on his fur during his bath meant nothing once his face became an absolute mess of precum and saliva.

By that point, he didn't even bother to try getting free. The fox had accepted he was no match to my strength and that his mouth was nothing else but a simple fleshlight made for my enjoyment. When I pulled out, he tried to offer his best smile, a pathetic attempt to pretend he handled perfectly what he went through.

"What a good boy you are. You really like my cock, huh? Or do you just love cock in general?"

Still holding him by the hair, I brought him up to me. Without having to say it, his tongue followed the trace left by the beer over my chest, cleaning what was left of the beverage until his tongue couldn't reach it anymore.

His silly expression said it all. Not used to a more dominant and aggressive behavior from Teryx, the dragon couldn't pick the words to express what he thought about it, and instead just smiled with his face covered in saliva and precum, a disgusting sight to behold.

"Wha... what got into you...?" The slut asked between moans. "You... you're not like this..."

"I got bored of the old me. It was time for a chance."

Without losing my momentum, and before the fox dared to put his dirty lips on me, I put him against the railing and lifted his fluffy tail, gaining a nice view of his rear end.

"I like this new you, but... think we can go a little slower?"

His question came while I was smearing some lube all over his asshole. With a whine, he replied to the couple of fingers I shoved in to get him all lubed and ready.

"Why? Is this too much for you? My foxy can't handle it?"

"I... god, I can, it's just..."

His whines turned into moans. The careless movements of my fingers inside him didn't seem to hurt him; all the contrary, he squirmed violently after I found that sweet spot. Those delicate hands clenched fiercely to the railing as he bit his lip down to keep his moans low.

"It's just... what? I thought this is what you wanted. A strong and masculine dragon to ruin your hungry hole until you couldn't get up from bed."

I kept teasing him with my fingers alone while the cuck trapped in my head whined from hearing and seeing his boyfriend being pleased by someone who wasn't him.

"Why are you crying if this isn't anything new to you?" I said to Teryx, whose fists kept on throwing weak punches at the window.

My fingers left his ass and went straight to Roe's mouth. The saliva smeared all over my cock helped it slide right into a hole so used to cocks and dildos it didn't put any resistance. It squeezed my cock, but I didn't feel an extreme tightness. I revisited Teryx's memories and was surprised to find the same sensation on all their previous sessions--not a bad thing, just proof of the fox's libido. And I was more than happy to give him what the dragon couldn't.

"Do what you always do, cuck, and watch."

I didn't give Roe a second to prepare. As soon as his ass met with my hips, I held him firmly and fucked the shit out of him. This pathetic excuse of a dragon had enough stamina to last for several rounds, and I was more than happy to put it to good use. Just the first thrust alone almost got a scream out of him, if it wasn't for his hand that quickly moved up to keep his mouth shut. But he whined, oh lord, he whined like a fucking bitch.

And I discovered the true Paradise on Earth. Despite not being too tight, Roe knew how to treat a stud. His ass clenched to my cock like crazy, which only increased the friction between the flesh. I felt my cock melt as I keep drilling, captivated by the wet slaps that followed each thrust, a result of the mess made by the saliva and lube. The breeze brought by the storm became futile against the heat emanating from our bodies, which soon brought up the musk of two lusty beasts.

Roe, my lover, tried to stay calm for the first couple of minutes. The ferocity overwhelmed his tiny brain, and he reacted by instinct to the intense pleasure my cock provoked in him. But his consciousness came back slowly, and with it came the realization that that ferocity was nothing else but sheer brutality, a selfish way to fuck that had nothing to do with the tender love Teryx had made to him so many times in the past.

"Da-darling... slo-slow down...!" He begged.

But a pull of his hair was all it took to shut him down. That's when the first moan came out, a nice and melodic sound that sent shivers down my spine and injected more energy into my thrusts. And Roe tried to reply to that, but his words drowned under the sounds of the moans he could no longer keep down.

"Feels good, sweetheart? Tell me it feels good," I asked him, and after a couple of seconds without an answer, I pulled his hair again. "Say it feels good!"

"It feels good! It feels good!" The fox cried.

And Teryx heard it all. Ruined and in tears, the poor dragon witnessed how my lust corrupted and destroyed his beloved boyfriend. His pain and despair only seasoned the pleasure of stretching Roe's hole with each thrust. Harder. Faster. Deeper. It unleashed a side of me I didn't know it existed, and the couple were the ones who had to pay the consequences of it.

I didn't stop. Even when Roe reached his climax, I didn't stop for nothing. I rammed his prostate and fucked the cum out of him, and felt him clench his hole and whine like a dirty bitch while ropes of his seed fell from the fifteenth floor and mixed with the raindrops. And even after that, I didn't stop.

Roe had already noticed something was off, but now that his climax had ended and the pleasure wasn't entirely in the way, he put a stronger effort into ending what I started.

"Te-Teryx... give me a moment..."

"What's the matter, hun? I'm not even close," I whispered to his ear.

"It hurts... my legs hurt..."

He tried to act tough hiding his pain behind a giggle, a humble act so I wouldn't worry. He's tired, just give him a break. But I knew his body had reached the limit. He fucked a lot before we met again. He was proud of his libido. He had always been the "alpha".

And for the first time, he met a libido that outmatched his.

I gave him what he wanted and stopped, leaving my cock balls deep inside him. It throbbed hard, furious that we had to pause it because he needed a break--it was so hard it hurt. And I made sure to let Roe know that.

"Jeez... what got into you?"

There was something in that question Roe couldn't hide, no matter how hard he tried. The fox was scared. Maybe it was the claws dancing above his chest or the saliva coming from my open maw, or that deep, hungry growl that his pointy ears caught. Or maybe it was that one little thing he noticed from the moment I arrived and decided to ignore.

With his lust partially satiated, Roe considered one possibility....

"What? You don't like the new me?" I replied, catching his right ear between my fangs, careful not to hurt him.

It made him twitch, and he tried to break free from my embrace.

"I-I do, it's just... it's so sudden. Did you... did you drink or take something?"

Silence. And for some reason, that silence brought some comfort to his soul... until I pulled out my cock without a warning. Roe yipped, and he almost fell to his knees if he hadn't held onto the railing with both hands.

"You don't I don't even smoke, hun. I just feel like changing everything in this life."

I carried Roe in arms with ease and brought him in. The fox had no energy left to fight back, but he made sure to show his discomfort before I threw him to the bed.

My cock was still hard. My libido hadn't been satiated. And that hole was begging for my seed. Roe noticed my intentions after I lifted his legs, but again, he had no energy left to stop me.

"And I think our sex life is the best place to start. You always said you wanted me to try new things."

"Hun, stop..."

"You convinced me to put some spice into it by opening our relationship."

"Wait, I don't wanna--"

"And that's what I'm doing, darling."

"Teryx, stop!"

The fear gave him strength, and in his struggle, Roe landed a kick right in my face.

Time froze for a moment. The fox panicked not just by what he did but also at the sight of a string of crimson liquid coming off my nose. Or maybe what froze his blood was the calm look I gave him back, untouched by his sudden attack. And while he was petrified, I slowly pushed my cock back in.

"Roe, do you trust me?" I asked.

"I do, b-b-but-"

"Roe... Do you trust me?" I repeated.

The first drops of blood fell over his chest. His face twisted between pain and pleasure as my cock continued moving in. I saw him squirm and clench to the sheets, while his manhood slowly came back to life.

"... I do."

"Then you know I'm not gonna hurt you. All I wanna do is show you how much I love you."

Instead of his seed, I made him shed tears with the first thrust. I went slow, just pleased by the hurtful look in his eyes while his limp body moved at the pace set by my hips. All he did was cry in silence, reduced to nothing but a simple doll to satiate my lust.

Teryx shared his pain, forced to experience the same pleasure I enjoyed. With tears rolling down his cheeks, the dragon saw defeated how my lustful presence abused and corrupted the fox he had loved all his life. And it made him feel weak, weak and disgusted for not being able to stop his manhood from throbbing and dripping over a pleasure he shouldn't enjoy.

And there I was, on top of them, forcing myself into the fox and crushing the dragon's spirit. My twisted behavior felt just... right. It was natural as if it had always been a part of me. I didn't put too much thought into it, focused as I was on ramming my cock faster and deeper into Roe's body to surpass his limits and break his psyche like I did with Teryx.

And I did it. That fearful expression slowly turned into a smile for me, a weak and shy smile from a broken fox who had succumbed and accepted his fate. With blood still dripping from my nose, I leaned down, putting all my weight into each thrust as I took away his breath through a devious kiss.

"Oh, I love you so much," I whispered in his ear.

And when the fox replied, because he did it immediately, I made sure Teryx listened perfectly to his broken voice full of pain.

"... I love you too."

I didn't hold myself any longer. I fucked him rough. And Roe didn't complain. He was too tired and betrayed to scream or even whine. He only smiled at the dragon he loved, a smile that subtly asked: "Why?".

I continued after he passed out, and didn't stop even when my climax came. I didn't notice at first, as the full encounter felt like a perpetual climax from the moment it started, and just realized when my ruthless thrusts pushed the cum out of him.

It was... a mess. But the only regret I experienced came from Teryx, who kept on cursing the moment he walked into my mansion. Me? I didn't care. I could've continued if the soreness from this living body hadn't stopped me. So I collapsed next to Roe and held him tightly in my arms. The reek was intoxicating, and it made it hard to breathe even when the balcony door was still open. Roe's fur was all soggy from the sweat and cum. He looked so peaceful like that, even after what I did to him.

"... you got what you wanted. Now leave us," Teryx suddenly ordered.

I cleaned the dry blood from my maw and caressed the fox's cheek.

"No. Not yet. I'm not done with you two."

And after saying that, I fell asleep. I really fell asleep for the first time in decades. What a wonderful experience.

Part 3

Roe woke up and found the digital clock marked 7:37 AM. The sound of water running coming from the bathroom said Teryx was getting ready to work. He rolled to his left and lay on the spot where his dragon liked to sleep--the pillow still had his smell on it. Lovely.

With a smile on his face, and acting against the strong desire to stay in bed, the fox rolled again, this time to the edge, and gathered all his strength to have the will to get up. It took him a moment, but he succeeded on that impossible task, and a long yawn while he stretched was the best reward for his job.

His fur was a total mess. After what they did the night before, that shouldn't be a surprise.

"Teryx can be so wild sometimes," he murmured while dragging his paws over the carpeted floor. "So... so wild."

He looked at the open balcony door. Something felt odd. That morning had put a familiar taste in his mouth. He had lived that morning before. He lived many similar mornings, but not a single one was like that one. On the balcony were two glasses of wine, the same glasses they used to cheer... to cheer...

"...we moved in together."

"Honey, are you awake? Can you make me a coffee?" Teryx asked from the bathroom. "With-"

"Two teaspoons of sugar and cream," Roe said alongside the dragon. "And got it memorized. That's how I like it."

Roe's most treasured moment was the first morning he woke up next to Teryx. When their life together finally started. He made some coffee and waffles. They had breakfast together. And then-

"Then you came back and slept some more with your face hidden in his pillow."

He looked confused, not because of the stranger standing on the balcony drinking what was left of the wine, but of his aspect, a perfect copy of himself. After all, I don't remember how I looked, and the easiest thing to do is mimic my host's appearance.

"You have a lot of questions," I continued, closing the curtains for a moment. "And I'll be happy to explain it all. We have all the time of the world, after all."

Roe approached, and when I opened the curtains again, outside the bedroom was a perfect reflection of it, with the sole difference the bed there was occupied by a blue dragon and a reddish fox.

"And you might like to look at this."

Teryx knew immediately what had happened after he woke up and found himself not only with full control over his body but with Roe sitting on top of him. His devious smile and the shining green tone coming from his eyes confirmed his suspicions even before I uttered a single word. The embers of what was left of his hatred brought it back to life, and in a burst, he shoved me away from him.

With the size and strength difference so notorious, I couldn't stop from falling off the bed among laughs. As I got up, Teryx jumped away to the opposite side, keeping the bed in between us as some sort of shield.

"What's the matter, hun? You love me waking up on top of you," I teased the dragon, who instead threw me a deep growl.

"Don't you dare to fuck with him any more than you already did," he spat, his fists clenched and ready for a fight.

"Oh, don't worry. He's completely fine. I made sure not to hurt him."

"Then leave it out of this. Haven't you had enough?"

His fury only made me chuckle. I jumped back on the bed and stretched peacefully. Roe's body was a completely different thing. Lighter and more flexible, with a stamina that almost matched Teryx's. It looked delicate, but it was surprisingly durable, with his sexual experience being more practical than theoretical helping him endure what I did to him. Certain mannerisms were also different, slightly inclined to a feminine side. It was fun to compare them both.

"I'll tell you when I have enough. Right now, that's not the case. I can tell this body has received a very rough treatment over the years, and it's still in great condition," I paused, tempted to spill the soup on all those naughty memories Roe had kept to himself. "He never spoke about the things he did before you two got back together, right? Aren't you curious about what this fox did?"

"What the fuck are you-? I don't need to know those things! Now get out of his body!"

"Really? Because we're having a nice conversation going on inside this tiny head. And he's very interested in what you've been doing behind his back all these nights."

At the mention of that, Teryx's face turned pale. He stepped away from the bed, the shame visible in his body in so many different ways, from the trembling of his lips to the hunched posture.

"I'm not exactly alive so I'm not sure it qualifies as an affair, but you still kept it a secret. All those nights we spent together sinning, and he thought you were stuck at the office. Naughty, naughty drake."

"You... you-you-you have no ri-" The dragon tried to speak, crushed by the shame and guilt of his actions.

"Cut it off, will you?" I roared with enough ferocity to scare him. "God, you're so pathetic and it hurts to keep listening to you cry and whine and stutter like a little bitch."

I jumped off the bed and walked towards him, my fists clenched just like his. But with my chest puffed and the fangs out, it was clear who was in charge.

"Turn around," I ordered

But Teryx found some courage and puffed his chest too, probably thinking that's all it would take to scare me.

"Turn around, I said. Or what, are you gonna fight me? Are you gonna hit me knowing whose body is this? Go on. Do it. Fucking hit me until I get out of him. Beat the crap out of me so you could save him. I fucking dare you."

That squashed the little courage he managed to gather. He couldn't even keep his eyes up as I moved closer to him.

"You understand, right? There's nothing you two can do right now, so you better behave and do what I ask. Now. Turn. Around."

The dragon obeyed. The mirror in front of him returned the sad and defeated expression he had been holding since the night before. While I saw disgust in him after placing both hands over his shoulders--just like Roe liked to do--, he didn't do anything to stop me. Just like his fox, he had accepted his new reality.

I got Teryx into position over the vanity table and smeared some lube over my cock. While it was a little smaller than the dragon's, its thickness was a true sight to behold. And as I prepared his hole for what was coming, I continued talking.

"I think it's only fair to give your lovely boyfriend the privilege of taking away your anal virginity. I know we already did this, but a ghostly cock hardly counts as the real deal."

Even if he didn't want to resist, his tight ass wasn't ready for Roe's cock. His huge claws held from the wood until it almost snapped. His growls turned into whines while the red-hot cock stretched more and more the virginal hole; even his gnashed fangs couldn't cease the pain that each inch of meat brought.

But aside from that, Teryx took it all without any more complaints. I'd like to think that he was such a good boy, but in reality, it was clear he had resigned to the inevitable--I could've felt bad for him if only Roe wasn't so hurt by his betrayal.

Because the fox inside my head paid little to no attention to how much it hurt Teryx to take his cock. He was in tears, devastated after hearing what his lovely boyfriend had been doing behind his back all those nights.

"Oh, but you shouldn't feel bad," I told Roe, forcing him to look at Teryx's reflection after I gave the first thrust. "I'm a ghost. I'm hardly real. So it doesn't count as an affair."

And while my hands fondled violently with his fragile body, I forced him to revisit every night Teryx called to say he had to stay after hours to "finish a project", followed by the despicable and devious acts we committed without him knowing.

"Of course, it's not the affair that bothers you."

Every lick. Every kiss. Every moan.

"It's his hypocrisy."

I showed him all the things we did.

"His betrayal."

Every sin Teryx never dared to do with him.

"That he chose me over you to try it all."

That's what broke his spirit.

What a glorious taste that was. A sorrow so intense I couldn't stop the tears from coming out--I let them fall over Teryx's back, proof of the unholiness of our encounter and how deep my corruption had rooted inside their souls. There was no love nor passion to be found on those deep and rough thrusts; only lust, debauchery, and sin.

I don't think I'd ever remember who I was, but I'm sure that I was an awful living being--and I lived proud of it. My only goal in mind was to shred their spirits to bits and leave behind nothing else but a shadow of who they once were.

"What hurts the most, my dear?" I asked Teryx while using his horns as handlers. I didn't want him to look anywhere else but at his face. "My cock stretching your insides? Or the consequences of your own actions? You're the one who brought me here, to begin with."

The dragon didn't respond. I made sure to remind him who was in charge by shoving my cock hard, leaving only the knot out. The painful shriek felt as good as the way his ass clenched--it was slowly losing tightness, not a surprise considering Roe's thickness. I wanted to knot him, after all, and I needed his hole ready for it.

"What's worse, you don't even know the reason. You discovered the possibilities of what I taught you, yet you never planned. This is all a result of lust and stupidity. All I could find in that little head of yours was a sensation of comfort, a safety no one else could offer."

His tail lashed furiously in all directions. In a fit of rage, he threw away all the bottles over the vanity table. I heard his growls and whines, and saw the tears coming down--his impotence, his frustration, it was all so delightful.

I gave him a break in response, so he could enjoy each inch of red meat coming in and out of his sore hole. Giving his tail a strong hug with one arm, and pulling his golden mane as if it was a rein, I calmed the beast down until all he did was huff loud and strong enough for the smoke to come out through his nostrils.

"You used me, Teryx. A ghost became your bubble, your safe space to be who you wanted to be without the risk of being rejected or mocked. How ironic you desired humiliation. How fitting from you. I didn't get it at first, but after being inside you, it all makes sense."

Again, the fearful realization invaded his face. The pain of knowing not a single secret was safe from me gave back his ass some of that sweet tightness while the rest of his body froze. My thrusts gained some strength, but I maintained a slow and steady pace.

"You don't like seeing Roe being fucked by other males, yet you stay and watch how someone else does a better job than what you just did. You diligently offer your help in washing their clothes and sheets only to secretly sniff the scent left by that other male. You pretend to hate it when in reality it's your biggest pleasure. Isn't that right, cuck?"

I pulled out my cock and spanked the dragon's ass. Still full of energy, my hips wiggled sassily on my way back to the bed, where I laid down and waited for Teryx, holding my shaft from the base.

"You both want from each other something you can't be: a master. But I can fulfill that role. And I will, because there's nothing you can't do. So why don't you come here and ride me, cuck? I think it's time for your reward."

Inside his head, Roe did what he could to deal with all he had just learned about his beloved Teryx. While the dragon approached hesitantly, the fox shed his last tear, afraid that his secrets were also exposed.

"Of course they are. I know everything about you," I said to him, holding him softly in my arms. "It's clear you two deserve each other. Your minds and hearts are so twisted they coiled like two serpents."

"... are we really so evil?"

"Does it matters? You can stop pretending."

His heart and soul kept breaking with each word, witness to Teryx's willingness to obey my orders. Was he forced to? Or that's what the dragon wanted? The doubts assaulted Roe, who felt the pleasure his body couldn't reject when his beloved boyfriend sat down on his cock.

Gravity and his weight worked in his favor, and Teryx took it all with ease, leaving just the knot behind. The dragon bit down his lip and put his legs to work, riding Roe's fox with a shy enthusiasm that started to grow after each jump.

"You can be yourself now," I told Roe, guiding his spirit to the hands holding the dragon.

In response to his enthusiasm, the fox matched Teryx's pace and pushed upwards to slowly get that knot inside. One thrust after another, and the flesh began to stretch to make room for Roe's manhood. And his expression reflected not just the pain but how much he enjoyed it too.

Little did they know it wasn't me who controlled the fox at that moment. Taken by the passion and his newfound freedom, Roe took the reins I discreetly passed to him, and fucked Teryx at his own pace, fueled by a mix of lust and anger intoxicating his soul. It was the dragon's punishment. It's what he deserved.

I sat back and watched the couple break each other. Masks off, they were free to be the cuck and the slut both always wanted to be.

Teryx submitted, despite being bigger and stronger, and took his place as the pet of the house. And Roe, a small and weak fox, showed him his place by shoving his cock harder... and harder... and harder... until the knot forced his way in and the cum flooding his insides sealed the deal.

And the couple, who made love for the first in years, reached climax together. Ropes of hot seed bathed the reddish fur. In pain and pleasure, Teryx kept milking the fox's cock, and cried tears of joy for the cum that was now inside him. Their bodies succumbed after going beyond the limits, and the dragon fell oh to fox's embrace, and laid there until the thick cock abandoned his ruined ass some minutes later.

My dominion over them began. The ghostly shackles and collars, visible only to me, would stay on them as a perpetual reminder they were my slaves. My pets. My vessels.

The shame and guilt of what they did brought the masks up again after they woke up. A part of them hoped for the encounter to have been nothing but a bad dream, yet the mess and pain confirmed what they did, a reality they refused to face.

I was fine with that. Submission and devotion don't come so easily, that's one thing I knew for sure. And after turning Teryx into my main host, I made sure to remind them of one thing:

"If one of you dares to question my authority, I'll crush the other's soul before you."

While the spite has tainted their hearts, the bond once formed through love was still there. The threat of losing each other was the key to obedience. Like a hammer, it crushed their wills into bits with each day both lived under my control, fearful that I could get tired one morning and vanish one of them without warning.

They hoped for the best at first, believing I'd grow bored of them. And it drove them crazy to watch as the days went by and I was still there, threatening them with spiritual death if they ever disrespected my commands. It was like holding a knife to their necks and pressing the edge slightly against the skin.

I knew how much they hated that sensation. Roe's the one who came up with a better way to explain it, a desynchronization. When I entered the body, a strong energy pulled their consciousness back into the cell, with enough speed it left them breathless; everything around felt too tiny as they waved their arms to finish what they were doing, only to feel the massive emptiness where once were their limbs. When I exit, that same energy pushed them out and straight into a task they continued with exaggerated moves, as they had forgotten how it was to move around in their own bodies.

Over time, my domain over them grew stronger. With enough confidence in my skills, I went as far as to divide my essence to live separately on both of them; a strange and hard-to-describe experience, watching the world through two separate perspectives and controlling two bodies with different personalities.

A skill I couldn't keep for too long, I find it more enticing to use in the bedroom, where the pleasure received from both ends powered my abilities. No longer having to switch, I could watch both pets pleasuring in sweaty, musky, and messy debauchery, forced to speak denigrating words, and acting in the most humiliating ways for my delight.

The tightness around my cock. My drops of sweat and saliva poured over me. My reflection on both sets of eyes. My moans. My squirms. The pleasure of two creatures mixed into one. An unbearable yet addictive stimulation through which I subdued these stubborn pets, who after each session became more obedient.

And when the hope died, the masks fell again. Their lovely bond was still there. But with each sunrise, the red string connecting their hearts turned black and constricted the sensitive muscle, killing whatever love was left on it. Lust and pride corrupted those whose souls were once pure, and the couple accepted those devious temptations both have kept hidden for so long.

"Don't switch back! Please... not yet."

Roe cracked first. One night, while I was inside Teryx's body, he held a hand against my chest. His lusty eyes begged for the pleasure the blue dragon couldn't offer. His body reeked of necessity. With his legs shaking, he lay on his fours and offered himself voluntarily.

I heard him mutter something against the pillow on which he hid his face. Both hands stretched his hole, one that had gotten used to my cock and could easily fit a fist inside. What he wanted was obvious. What I wanted was to hear it.

"I don't know what you want, honey," I teased him, with my back turned to him, while I took off the clothes.

"... fuck me," I heard his cry.

"Can't hear you if you speak so low," I chanted with a silly tone.

And while the clothes fell left and right, the cute and horny fox whined and squirmed in his place, fighting what little dignity was left in his body.

"Just fuck me. Don't switch like you use to do," he begged after a long wait.

My cock was ready. It always was. And a closer look at the used fleshlight he called asshole revealed he prepared himself, probably using one of his dildos to scratch that itch inside.

"And why would I do that? Are you the one holding the leash?"

I knew the reason. I knew everything about them. The real proof of obedience relied on their initiative to say what I already knew. And Roe said exactly what I expected.

"You're better than him."

Where I smiled, Teryx cried. I rewarded Roe with a taste of my cock between his sweet buns, just enough incentive to say the rest.

"You fuck me so much better. Like a real male... you're rough and ruthless. You treat me like a slut."

His cries were music to my ears. The truth hurt, but it also took that weight off his shoulders. The tip of my cock slid right in.

"Keep going," I whispered.

Between moans, the slutty fox obeyed. His claws clenched to the mattress that had received most of the punishment.

"P-please, don't make me ride that loser's cock ever again. Make me your bitch. I want you to fuck me. Please!"

"Don't stop."

The full length of my manhood was the reward for his obedience. The more he spoke, the more he got.

"Make him watch. He doesn't deserve to have me. Just you. No one else but you, Daddy! Make the cuck watch his boyfriend get fucked by a real male!"

And when I was balls deep inside him, that's exactly what I did.

Those words hurt him. Not Roe, Teryx. The dragon hunched in pain. His sweetheart, the male he loved for so long, mocked his virility. And instead of losing all his libido, the dragon continued looking. In his tiny cell, he became a spectator of the fuck and breeding of his beloved Roe, who moaned and pleaded in a way he never heard in his life.

The fox enjoyed it. The ghostly leash around his neck became his liberation. He threw at the arms of sin and embraced his sexuality to the fullest, no longer afraid of what hurt his words and actions could bring. A slut he was, and he wanted to wear the label proudly. So I pulled from his hair and made him scream and claim what I already knew.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Make me your slut!"

More than one neighbor must had shudder after hearing his voice. Angry or jealous, it didn't matter. As long as they knew my fox was a whore, that's all I wanted.

As long as he knew that was MY fox.

Teryx. Oh, poor poor Teryx. Humiliated by his boyfriend. His masculinity was crushed and spitted on. I pleased Roe by staying inside the dragon for days, forcing him to watch all the things the fox wanted to do with a real male. We left the safety of the bedroom and got frisky in other places, always following the fantasies the dragon once had. A parking lot, at the movies, in a public bathroom, in the park near the apartment, at my job; the thrill of being caught turned me into a beast, and that made me push the fox beyond his limits more than once. Until he realized he couldn't keep up with my libido.

If I ever gave Teryx the pleasure of having control over his body, it wasn't so he could enjoy using his boyfriend. No, that pleasure was mine and mine alone; all he deserved was crumbs of those climaxes. I teased him, yes, wearing the fox's skin. I let him taste a little, just a bit, so he could keep it in his memory. But never let his cock enter my insides, not while he was "free".

What I did instead was so much better.

"Sit here. Watch."

The couple had agreed on being intimate only with close friends? I brought strangers. I set up a Grindr profile and let the males come, one after another. A stallion. A wolf. A bear. Another dragon, bigger and stronger than Teryx. And while some didn't agree to "our little fantasy", some others were more than happy to be part of it. One can't always brag about fucking a dude while his boyfriend watches. And that's what they did.

I gave Teryx a perfect view of his lovely boyfriend being pounded and bred by strangers. I made sure he caught every detail. Every moan. Every plea. New to the experience, the studs acted a little shy during the first minutes. But Teryx's compliance with the fantasy encouraged them, and they took the initiative to mock and insult the dragon.

"You like to watch, loser?"

"Get ready, slut. You're getting this and more in the future."

"Pay attention, cuck. You might wanna learn a thing or two from a real male."

Those and more were the insults Teryx received, who mostly nodded and smiled in response. And they mocked him even more after seeing his throbbing erection and the urge he had for jerking off. It was his turn to crack open.

Roe was far gone. The corruption had rooted deeply inside his soul, too deep to bring back the person he once was. So when I switched to Teryx during those sessions, it didn't surprise me his natural enthusiasm to keep begging for more.

I sat with Teryx in his little cell. I took his soul in my arms and made him watch straight at the debauchery taking place in his bed. Lacking in authority over his body, and now over his own house, the dragon had been reduced to nothing else but a mere accessory like many others scattered around the apartment.

"But you don't really care about being a coward, right? You had no choice. You never had a choice in your life. All you have done for years is sit and watch while people stronger than you commanded over your life. Your studies. Your clothes. Your work. You've always been a subordinate. And you never cared. Why you should care now? Why can't you just enjoy it? Let us do the hard work. Let us fulfill those fantasies for you. Roe will always love you. That won't change. He'll just do what you already watch in porn. Because this is what you're watching. Porn."

Surprisingly, the whiny dragon put a little more resistance. Despite his visible excitement, the mocks and humiliation ate his soul away. The love he felt for Roe, the weight of the promises both made to each other, the guilt he carried for bringing me into their lives; that and more were the boulders the dragon carried over his shoulders. So for the first time in a long time, I treated him the way I did in our first encounters. And carefully I released him from his torment.

It was a Sunday morning; after we suggested the bull that fucked Roe stay with us during a storm. The wobble from their fucking woke us up. The bull was showing no mercy to Roe's ass, whose fangs and claws had shredded to pieces the pillow.

"Huh, sorry for waking you up, buddy. This boy was needy," the bull said without stopping his humps even a little. I think his name was Oswald. I couldn't care less about it.

What surprised me was not his gentleness; because he did treat Roe with respect. The real surprise came from Teryx, who looked at the scene in pure bliss. The ruthless fuck given by a gentle giant, the sweat drops running down his pecs, his huffs so loud and hard you could see the air coming out of his nostrils, and that body chiseled over years of hard work to keep a perfect balance between fat and muscle.

It was impossible not to envy a body like that. Those were Teryx's thoughts, who was anxious to put a hand over his rough-looking skin yet felt too nervous and unworthy of touching a male he considered superior. A concept so easy to misinterpret, Teryx felt honored to watch a real male fuck his little fox.

"Wait a moment. Did you...?" I began to ask, only to stop when the dragon held Roe's hand.

"How is it, hun?" He whispered to his ear.

"I-I-It's good... fuck, he's so GOOD!" The vulpine replied.

And to give him some comfort, the dragon moved closer to embrace his trembling fox, who held to him like a drowning to a lifebuoy. In his desperate clench, we perceived the intensity of each thrust given by Oswald who, despite watching the scene with a sweet smile in his face, didn't slow down.

"This is how you like it, honey?" Teryx murmured again, to which Roe replied with short and quick nods. "Guess I can learn a thing or two. Find a way to fuck you better. Maybe then you'll let me do it."

Another nod, and Roe hid his face in the dragon's chest, who had crawled under him to watch carefully the technique put on each thrust, from the firm grip on his hips to the perfect pace in which he shoved his cock. The overwhelming musk emanating from the bull had woven itself to the sheets, mattress, and even their bodies, carried by the droplets of sweat that kept on falling as he continued his ruthless display of virility; a smell that would linger for days and weeks.

"What are you two plotting down there?" Oswald asked after a while.

"Just wondering if you can visit us more often," Teryx answered. His hand already beating off his meat.

"Fuck yes I can. Haven't fuck an ass this good in a while. I wouldn't share it if I was you."

Oswald laughed. It was admirable the stamina he had. How easy was for him to keep talking without slowing down. No surprise why Teryx chose him from all the other males who fucked Roe before. That's why I didn't try to take control then. My pet had accepted his place.

So I lay down and watched. He jerked off while kissing Roe, hoping his love could help him endure until the bull was left satisfied. The wet slaps and moans, the bed frame cracking under their weight, the sound coming from outside, it was all music to our ears.

Yes, ours. Teryx had finally found the pleasure in watching Roe being fucked. His fantasies coming to life, with him to stay there and watch. Their bond wasn't corrupted as he had thought, and instead it went through a metamorphosis, free from the restrictive boundaries set by society. The couple could finally enjoy each other without guilt, and fulfill in confidence those dirty fantasies deeply hidden inside their minds.

"I told you I wouldn't hurt you," I whispered to Teryx. "I want nothing but the best for you."

I said while my little pet reached his climax. His first orgasm from watching. Ropes of cum flew through the air, surprising and enticing Oswald to continue, only to find their final stop over the dragon's chest, who squirmed over the bed from a pleasure that was intense in its own unique way.

And with his tiny brain filled with the sensation of control, Oswald went all in, decided to break the fox so no one else could enjoy it like he did. His screams traveled across several floors, and alerted more than one neighbor. But the bull couldn't care less about it, and went on the search of his climax. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

Until, with a final thrust, the little fox that had been treated worse than a fleshlight, was flooded with the stud's cum, a load so big it squirted out of his ass while Oswald was still cumming, and even made him close tight his maw with both hands, afraid it could come out through it. But before that had a chance to happen, the bull pulled out to bathe the couple in white with what was left in his balls.

That's when his gentleness ended. After recovering his breath, he took a quick shower and left, not without thanking them for the best fuck of his life.

Hearing nothing else except the traffic and their own loud breaths, the couple held each other tightly; after a long silence, they laughed it off. The mold had broken. They understood that those days and weeks they considered a torture were nothing else but my attempts to reshape and transform their souls.

While I did keep control over them, I removed the bindings and let them do what they knew best. There was no need to command them. They followed the routine without questioning. Those cucking sessions continued, with Teryx more and more interested in learning the best way to satisfy his fox.

And he applied the lessons whenever I considered he had earned that right. Just a couple of minutes, no more no less. I allowed him to fuck Roe for a couple of minutes before taking back control so he could watch. And I must admit his willingness acted like the strongest aphrodisiac on me, a conclusion I arrived after listening to Roe asking for a break more often that I'd like to admit.

With my libido still up but my fox indisposed, the best solution was to return the favor. I brought other foxes at home and fuck them right there while our boyfriend did his best to recover. And they were so vocal about their satisfaction even I was ashamed of the many thing they said; Roe, on the other hand, took notes of what he learned.

To make things even, those were the only foxes I allowed Teryx to fuck. I gave him control and watched his performance. He deserved sluts. The cheapest, sluttiest, and dirtiest ones. That's what the dragon deserved. But Roe? He had to earn the right.

"Don't stop and don't you dare to cum until I tell you. Be a good boy and I'll give you five minutes with him."

And he obliged. The promise of enjoying his boyfriend was all the motivation he needed. While it took him a while, he slowly learned how to fuck like a real male, with Roe as his witness of the many holes he bred in the way.

And that is what brought us to the day I gave them back their freedom. One night, after both had a bath, I got out. They recognized the switching. After weeks of leaving that experience, it had been reduced to a mere mental blackout that lasted less than a second. But that night, they noticed something was missing. I wasn't there. My voice wasn't. My presence wasn't there.

They were in full control.

"Feels good, right? I have to admit it," I said.

Both were in total disbelief. They looked around at first, afraid that I was leaving them. But then their eyes crossed. And the couple realized the opportunity they had in front of them. For the first time in months, they threw at each other's arms and kissed like they did in their youth: a sweet and tender kiss, with their hands giving soft caresses to their cheeks.

It was adorable, yes, but I enjoyed seeing that love turn into passionate lust with each passing second. Their nature had changed forever, with no room for redemption. After months of digging, the dragon and fox were trapped alone in that hole, aware no one would come to save them. The only one there with them was me and no one else.

I became a spectator and watched how my kinky pets followed their nature without me having to force anything. Roe pushed Teryx over the bed and swallowed his cock until it was hard and lubed. He jumped over him and sat on the fat rod until he felt the tip pushing against his belly. And he rode it hard and rough, the little fox in full control of the situation.

"How you like that, cuck? Feels better than watching the bulls fuck me?" Roe demanded.

"Yes, yes honey!" Teryx cried between moans.

"God, I almost forgot you have a cock. I barely see it while you have it buried in those cheap sluts."

"I need to release inside someone."

The dragon didn't stay behind. With both hands on Roe's hips, he pushed upwards to get his cock deeper into his fragile body. A loud shriek came out in response, followed by a weak slap on Teryx's cheek.

"Yeah. And you always have to pick the worst ones? You have bad taste, cuck."

"Learned from the best, slut. You chose the shittiest guys to fuck you."

"And yet they fuck me much better than you!"

"Is that so?" Teryx held him firmly and rolled on the bed without pulling out, ending on top of Roe and with his legs resting against his chest. "Then why am I inside you?"

"Don't get your hooo-hopes up, cuck. It's for pity, no-nothing else."

And despite saying that, Roe was already squirming and shaking his legs violently from the rough and careless thrusts given by Teryx. The dragon pinned him against the bed so he wouldn't run away. Decided to break him apart, his lust traduced into deep growls and gray smoke coming out of his nostrils.

"Pity is what I feel for having a slut for a boyfriend."

"G-god... at least you're fi-fi-finally fucking like a male."

"Yes. Dig deeper. Deeper. Don't stop now, my pets," I whispered to their ears. My ghostly hands caressed their cheeks and wiped the sweat and tears covering their precious faces.

What I felt at that moment was different and unique. I was proud. I broke them apart. I destroyed everything they loved. I corrupted their souls, bodies, and feelings. The framed pictures across the apartment were nothing but a cruel reminder of who they were before my arrival. And yet, they loved each other deeply.

I broke them apart and built something better from the remnants with a skill that was natural to me. My pets. My lovely pets. I no longer needed threats or punishments to control them. Their obedience was absolute. Devoted to me, they abandoned all concepts of shame and morals. They would scorch the earth that were their souls a million times and it wouldn't be enough for them.

The insults. The humiliation. The betrayal. That and more had become their way to show love to me and eachother. From that day on onwards, I realized how little use my presence inside them has, as I no longer needed to control what they already knew they had to do.

That's when I made a choice. I have always been a sick bastard; death didn't fix that. And if I ever cross to the other side, I'm confident burning flames are the only thing I'll see. But I'm not planning to cross. I'm staying here for some time.

That's why you are here. I think your name was Oswald, right? Maybe I just made that up. I couldn't care less. You're not my pet. You're nothing but a cheating bastard who keeps putting sluts over his family. And while I'm not any better than you, at least I truly care about the people depending on me.

You had fun with my pets. You became a regular in this house--even got your own key. You fuck both of them; sometimes separately, sometimes together. And for some reason, you became their favorite. That's why they choose you. And you were so dumb to come and stay even after seeing the strange symbols they drew over your chest. Nothing but another kinky fantasy, that's what you thought.

That's the problem with letting your lust decide for you. And that's why you are in this situation. Now, you might wonder what I have planned for you. As I already said, I'm not leaving this realm anytime soon. And with my pets being so obedient, I believe it's only fair for them to be free--under my terms, of course.

This leaves me with a necessity. A host, to be precise. And who better for that task than my cucks' favorite bull? After all, I believe it's time for me to take a step forward in our relationship and become an active part of their lives. They deserve that.

And because of that, you can't be here. I know I said some beasts are meant to live untamed. And I stand by that. That's why I'm taking you down instead of having you around crying about the life you just lost. Rest assured I'll give it a good use.

I hope you enjoyed the story. An explanation is the least you deserve before I squish your little soul. Bye bye.