The Candle of Lust - Part 1.txt
The Candle of Lust: Part 1
Base roleplay written by Taiko and Dregna over MSN.
Story rewritten by Taiko Akito.
Credit goes to Sagisou Fang for his essential assistance in the earlier stages of this story's rewriting.
The sound of someone knocking on the front door of the relatively massive lodge brought Grail an escape of out of his boredom induced musings, making him turn from the wall mounted television and towards the source of the noise. "Hello? Dad?", he called to the maker of the knocks, hidden by long, thick slabs of maple wood, frowning as he heard the knocking continue. Muting the action movie, having long lost his attention as it had, the pearly white drake rose up from the couch, wrapped a robe about his semi-dressed self, and strolled to the door.
"Hellooo?", he shouted again, tilting his head a tad as he continued to edge towards the entrance way, resting a dry palm against the cool metal of the knob as he looked through the peephole. Grail honestly hadn't expected getting company that night - well, save the dormice under the porch - and even the assumption that his businessman father of his coming home had been a stretch in his mind.
What greeted the young one's grey eyes was a neat black suit, along with what appeared to be a blue neck - well, the base of it anyways, and only just -, which seemed all the stranger to him. Sure, it wasn't all that uncommon to see a guy in a suit, but up here, all the way in the mountains, far enough away you couldn't get a pizza delivered? Suspicions duly piqued, boy tried to listen hard through the thick wood, jerking his head back a bit as a brilliant, yellow eye peered in through the glass.
The blue dragon, standing on the other side of said door, seemed to sigh for a moment, looking down to his feet for a moment before he straightened up and knocked again. "Excuse me?", he called into the house, the door muffling his voice somewhat, "I'm having a problem with my car...could you please let me inside?". Grail could see, barely, that the other was readying his fist again, probably from the darkness obscuring the glass, and preventing the man from seeing the inverse what Grail himself had seen.
However, Grail missed the dragon's soft chuckle, as he awaited the reply he was sure to get, amused that his worries had unfounded. What point would there have been to go to the trouble of coming here, if there were nobody to anticipate, high up in this remote part of the woods?
Not detecting any ill will from the man, Grail slowly slid his hand around the knob, feeling nonchalant despite the danger that was (possibly) behind this door. After all, the man didn't seem at all aggressive (impressive height aside), and even if he was, the young one had more than enough makeshift weapons at his disposal - the golf clubs in the corner were looking particularly handy. Cautiously opening the door, after opening up the deadbolt as well, the white drake slowly opened entrance way up to the stranger, curiosity making him look about the outside for the vehicle in trouble. It was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh?", he asked out loud, blinking as he kept one eye on the behemoth of a man with a briefcase in the doorway, and another in the empty lot in front of the building. "Um, can I ask what your doing up here, though? It's a bit of a ways to get lost, isn't it?", he elaborated, noting that the man was remarkably clean if he had to hike up the road just to get here - there had been a pleasant sounding accent about the request, too -, though the observations were kept to himself.
The suited scaly sheepishly scratched his head, as he looked back to where he'd come from, the act far too convincing for Grail to really pick up on. "Umm, well, my car broke down for some reason, down on the street, below here. To be honest, I was a shortcut for my trip home, and drove too fast over a bump or something. I used my cell phone to call someone to come and fix my car, but the tow trucks are probably done for the night, and I think it will to take more than a few hours for them to get to my car as is...", the dragon explained, his hand stopping behind his head as he looked around, an embarrassed blush threatening to show up on his face, as though they were being listened in on. "...and, to be honest...I don't feel entirely safe where my car is, being alone on the cold street with my windows rolled up, so...", he continued, looking away as though ashamed to be making his request, before he sighed and looked Grail in the eyes. "Could...could you possibly let me stay here for the night? Please?"
Normally, such a request by a total stranger would be denied almost immediately by the would be supporter...but when Grail saw the self doubting look on the azure scalie's face, and the shiver made when the chilling wind blew past them both, he knew he wouldn't say no. Of course, he didn't know that most of what the other had just done was purely an act. Noticing the pause, and misthinking it as an internal argument, the dragon reached into his breast pocket, ready to pull out a wallet. "I have money to pay for bothering you, if you want it, dude."
Despite raising a brow to the "dude" he'd been given, specifically from the fact that the man was clearly older than Grail himself, the teen still saw no harm in taking the other's word for it. Grail knew personally how winding and difficult the roads up to the lodge could be, even with daylight and money working in one's favor. "I...well, why not. It's not like I have anyone to keep me company tonight anyways.", he reluctantly agreed, returning the beaming grin that he was given with an uneasy one of his own, as he undid the chain-lock preventing the door from opening up all the way. With a soft groan, the hinges swung the maple barricade open, allowing the blue one passage into the lavishly furnished living room of the lodge. "Come in, come in."
Feeling a tad sheepish, now that everything was out in the open, the young male gestured around himself while keeping an eye on what was placed where. "Anyways, um, there's a phone on the minibar, the minibar is by the couch, and the couch is, well, over there,", he said, pointing out the respective items in the center of the room, trying not to inadvertently boast of his rich father's ownings while he did. "So, um, until the trucks start rolling to pick up your car, make yourself at home. Oh, and no payment's necessary, mister...", he said to his guest, before walking back to the soft couch in the middle of the room, keeping an eye on the other all the while.
"Thank you kindly.", the guest nodded, setting his briefcase down onto a floor, checking his pockets to be sure that he had everything he needed, such as his mobile, keys and flash cards. "And please, call me Dregna. It's not all that common, but it does help when one's a salesman in a small town...", he said back, as he slowly opened his briefcase and looked through the wares inside, eying each box carefully to be sure that nothing inside of them had been damaged, as well as the bottles. It wouldn't be good if anything was broken at this stage of the game...
""I'm Grail.", the young drake replied, inadvertently interrupting the other's stock check, as he closed the door and reset the locks again out of habit. Ignoring the quick snap the container made as its owner shut it, Grail turned and walked back to the couch with his usual, casual gait, smiling a bit more genuinely as he sat beside Dregna. "There's kind of a funny story, behind that name...though I guess you aren't interested in hearing it...", he said as he relaxed a bit on the couch, before his curiosity finally pointed at what the larger man was holding.
"Um, if, if you don't mind my asking...", he continued, grimacing at the haste of the conversation change, even as he glanced to the leather bound box that the other was handling, "What is it, exactly, that you sell, Dregna? I mean, you're a salesman, so..." Grail's mind slowly wandering as he trailed off from his question, through many possibilities of what such a large man could be selling - some of the possibilities left him cringing, especially to the idea that there were explosives hidden inside of that innocuous briefcase.
Dregna couldn't help but smile, as he gave a sly glance over to his host, easily opening the dark rectangle in his lap and pulling out a somewhat average looking box. Within it were half a dozen of equally plain, white tubes of wax; with each conical top to the tube, there was a small, white bit of string that extended, each a slight variant of champagne. "I sell aroma products - aroma candles, aroma oil, even incense -, things that can leave you with a good, sweet scent. I find that they really help with relaxing my customers.", he explained to the younger reptile, offering the box to be given a closer look, chuckling as he saw the drake sniff at the candles themselves. "I could give that box to you for free, Grail, if you're interested in it.", Dregna said, as he set the box aside, smiling warmly as he got a surprised look. "Please, just consider it a gift from a grateful dragon.", he insisted, glancing back to the candle the teen had drawn out of the box, the gears in his head grinding to find a situation in which a "product sampling" wouldn't seem too strange.
Slipping the one stick back in with the rest, Grail put down the absent "aroma" as merely being a subtle scent, one that was really only detectable when the wick was lit, and turned to his guest. "Well, that's something you don't really need to do...but I appreciate the offer.", he nodded back, smiling to the generosity being shown (and silently congratulating himself for the extra karma). Leaning back into the couch, liking the sensation of the cool, synthetic material against the back of his legs, the young dragon slowly became aware of the fact that the clock was chiming longer than he thought it would...and that he had inadvertently brought on a freeloader for the night.
"Hey, um, you know that Dregna, if the truck's not going to get up here till the sun starts to shine, you are free to stay the night. Literally, free.", he offered, as he set the box down on top of the mini fridge...before he cringed at the social mistake he'd made. Surely a man wouldn't offer money to stay during the night unless he was offering to stay the entire night! Wracking his brains, and fast, for a solution, the boy sat there and glanced around the room...and abruptly got what he was looking for. "Hey, um, Dregna, you like movies?"
Though perplexed towards the haste behind the question, the blue dragon shrugged and leaned against his palm as he replied. "I'm not against them. Why, do you have anything you want to see Grail? This is your place, after all, and there's very little I don't like." Looking around the place, as he sat upon the sofa, Dregna couldn't help but speak aloud, "You know, at first I the people in this place would be farmers, or something similar, because you live so far from town.", slowly slipping off his jacket as he did. As he left the black garment on top of his briefcase, feeling a bit hot now that they were inside, the massive dragon's chest came into view...or, at least, was as good as. How Dregna could have found a business shirt that could conform to the muscles of his chest like a second skin without destroying the dear thing, Grail would have had no idea, despite the fact that his father had been looking for such a thing for years!
Though he rose a brow concerning this feat, not to mention the farmer assumption, it was quickly forgotten and Grail instead gestured to the library of videos and DVDs lining the wall beside the television, most of them movies, the divide between mediums gradually winning out for the much thinner disks. "Oh, I'm no country boy. Neither is my dad, actually, and he bought the place. He's a nice guy, really.", Grail laughed to his guest, as he slowly slipped up and adjusted his robe again, "I can appreciate the idea, though. I've lived up here for so much of my life it's a second home for me, and even now I almost feel like I'm going to have to learn to care for crops." Still laughing to himself, the boy began to walk off to the kitchen, glancing back with a cheeky grin as he continued. "Anyways, seeing as you're the guest, feel free to choose whatever movie you'd like to see, and to use the phone by the couch to call someone. Oh, and help yourself to the minibar! I'll be making some popcorn while you do!"
As he slipped out of the room, and begun to turn on appliances, Dregna silently nodded to himself and moved to the many plastic stamped titles lined up along the wall, nodding to himself as he removed a couple to read their backs. "Oh wow,", he muttered to himself, as he looked over the classics mixed in with the most recent Blockbuster releases, calling back to the kitchen, "It looks like you've collected enough movies to stock an entire video store here!" As the drake chuckled over the sounds of the popcorn maker, the still suited dragon moved on, checking the cases occasionally to see if the movie was one he'd enjoy, subsequently coming across one that he was rather surprised to find. "Whoops.", he grinned to himself, as he looked over the DVD titled "'Phins Going Wild!", an x-rated "movie" filled with cetaceans doing little more than mating, "Well, looks like someone likes their material..."
Though he was tempted to take the porno as the movie he wanted to watch, Dregna decided to be smart about what he was doing, and instead chose a random science fiction movie. "Alright Grail, I found one. I can't believe that this' actually escaped my attention...", he called out to the drake, surprised to see the teen was still making the popcorn inside of the kitchen. 'Just how deep IS that bowl?', he thought to himself, with a real world chuckle, before he looked about and decided to have a little fun while he could. As he set the DVD into the reader, and moved back to the couch with the remote, the blue dragon pondered loudly what he could do to bring the night to how he envisioned it...before he thought back to the briefcase, and the many products he had within it. "Ooohh...well, THAT might work."
Grail was completely unaware of this, as he hefted the massive bowl of popped kernels in his arms, humming as he looked over the lightly salted batch of movie food. Humming to himself, he tried to get back into the media room as fast as he could, struggling slightly with his load, not at all noticing as his "waiting" guest put a bottle back into his briefcase, still rubbing whatever was inside of it onto his hands. "And...there!", the teenager sighed in triumph, as the bowl bounced on the couch, looking to the blue man with a wide grin as he did. "Hey, um, Dregna, mind if you turn off the lights, and light up some of those candles you gave me, so it could be like a real theatre in here? I'm just going to get something to drink during the movie.", he asked of the dragon, pausing for a moment before he added, almost as an after thought, "Do you want anything? Butter on the popcorn, a soft drink...an apple? WE have tones of stuff here."
"Butter, please.", Dregna grinned smoothly, as he reached down to sample some of the white puffs, crunching them between his teeth as he reached down for the box of candles he'd just given to the pearly teen, reaching into his pocket for the lighter he always carried in order to light them. "Do you want all of them lit?"
"Yes, please!", Grail called back from the fridge, as he juggled about the many bottles of cola to find the one he wanted. Dregna only chuckled to himself as he continued to place the candles about the room, a slightly sweet scent already rolling in along with the spices within the candles.
"Good, good...I didn't know you liked to watch movies in the dark, Grail. Do you like cinemas?" Dregna was silently celebrating within his head, as he discretely turned on the ceiling fan in the reverse motion, drawing all of the standing air in the room and forcing it to mix about with the odors his products were releasing.
"I do, somewhat,", the boy replied as he came back from the kitchen, a cup of butter shavings in his hands slowly being spread about the still hot popcorn inside the satellite dish of a container, allowing the treat to be as desired, "But that's mostly from my childhood. It has a charm, but...well, you get used to it after a bit. Still, the candles are a good touch that I don't usually get." Noticing the look that he was given by the dragon, confused and a little bit apathetic, Grail shrugged and chuckled, "My dad doesn't believe in candles, as it is. Give him a forty what bulb and a backup generator, and he's happy in a crisis.", Dregna himself snickering to himself as he dug into the popcorn, not minding as it was stirred to get the butter down and around.
As the movie played before them, getting past the opening credits and coming into a panning shot of the universe (which sadly added up to little more than a ten second series of dots on a black expanse), Grail sighed, and took a deep breath through his nostrils. This led to another series of smaller sniffs, along with a frown, from the drake, as he looked around. "Hey, Dregna, I never asked, but...what are these candles scented as?" The knowing smile that he was given was something that the teen should have been more disturbed by...but "should" rarely ever came across as "would".
"Oh, it's made from many herbs and select spices, along with a certain special ingredient," the dragon chuckled, as he reclined into the couch, his golden eyes flickering over the young form on the other side of the bowl. As he picked up the various hints that the darkness, clothes, and bowl failed to hide, of the other's body, Dregna continued as though he were focusing on the movie's title scene, "I'd tell you what they are, but...well, I have to have some secrets to myself, in today's economy." Even as he laughed, however, Dregna could tell that He wasn't about to get the fun he wanted any time soon - the candles, though affecting Grail's movements, just weren't quite at the level that was needed for his plans to work immediately. He wasn't dissuaded, however.
"Although...", Dregna trailed off, as he spent a moment looking around for the box for the candles, "...aha!" With a triumphant shout, he came up with the empty container, thrusting it eagerly into the scalie's face...and rubbing the back of his hand under the boy's nostrils, too. Even as Grail jerked his head back, the man grinned, and slowly stated, "Just check on here, and you might find what you're looking for.", smirking as he saw a faint glimmer above the teen's lip.
"Erm, thanks, Dregna,", Grail replied, nonplussed as to this new behaviour from his guest, gently batting the hand and box away from his face to preserve his own personal space. "I'll just look at it later, okay?" As the box left his face, however, the young man felt something wash over him, something soothing and head spinning - it was mercifully brief, like a wave of cool water washing over his sun baked self at a beach or pool, but it was still disconcerting to the teen. Still, he didn't let it get to his head (so to speak), the drake merely trying to watch a movie with someone he was doing a good deed for and being comfortable while doing so.
Strangely enough, he actually succeeded in the task; the more deep breaths he took in, the less the boy actually felt all that surprised about what happened before. It wasn't as though he didn't care about it anymore, just that he accepted that it happened, and didn't try to refute that fact. Not even when the first of many strange tasting pieces of popcorn reached his pearly lips did Grail stop to think that perhaps the azure reptile had anything to do with what he was feeling - on the contrary, Dregna was the last suspect on the boy's mind. And that was just what the massive dragon wanted.
"Hmm...so, you live here with your father Grail?", the man asked, as he looked to the relaxed one from the corner of his eyes, not risking his victim becoming aware of what was happening to himself. At the notice of the slight nod given to him, he continued with his questions, actually paying attention to the movie a tad while he did. "So...why isn't he here with us? Surely a father like him would have enough time to spend with his son at night." The answer he got actually made the deviant planner feel sympathetic towards the one he was manipulating, despite the fact that the lean form was just begging to be ravaged by a tongue and lip set.
"Oh, he's busy in New York. Many business deals to deal with. He doesn't often find,", the snow colored replied, yawning to himself for a moment before finding the words he had been forced to put on hold. "He doesn't often find the time to get around, here..." Another yawn ripped through the boy's may, and for a moment, he actually thought that he'd fall asleep. Fortunately (in this case, anyways), Grail didn't sleep so easily. "Hey, um, Dregna...is, are these candles putting you to sleep, too? They're a lot more, relaxing, than I thought they'd be..."
Dregna merely chuckled as he turned his gaze fully from the movie to the drake beside himself, watching as that svelte chest slowly rose up and down, though it was the face that truly kept him interested. "Heh, yes, it does make you feel more relaxed, doesn't it? Relaxed as though you were in the middle of your own castle, tucked safely away...though I suppose, in a sense, that's what you have here already, isn't it?", he replied happily, chuckling to himself as he relaxed upon the couch much like Grail was, showing off the muscles beneath the thin material of his shirt. He knew that the young man wouldn't really admire the show, but hey, Dregna loved to show off, so why not?
"Yeah...sometimes, though...I wish that I could share it with my dad, more...I really miss him, sometimes...", the wingless dragon nodded back, sighing to himself before he nibbled on some more popcorn, ignoring the way that the butter came off as a lot more oily than before. Ignoring the taste of the oil itself being slightly more spicy than he'd have imagined it be, Grail almost jumped as a large hand casually pat his shoulder, looking to the side to see the handsome blue face looking down to him comfortingly.
"You know what? I know exactly where you're coming from.", the man replied, speaking honestly for one of the first times that night. "Being a salesman doesn't allow for one to visit their family much, you know. Sure, you travel a lot, but...well, let's just say that you don't get to get a lot of breaks.", he sighed to himself, shaking his head side to side as he tried to remember the last time he'd actually seen his parents the last time, after he'd taken up his current occupation, and hobby...
Fidgeting in his seat, Grail allowed the movie to fill in the silence for a bit, before he turned and tried to change the conversation topic a bit. "We-Well, it's not like there isn't a lot of stuff to keep me occupied here, anyways.", he continued, struggling to keep a smile on his face as he pointed down to the floor, "There's the basement, which is huge, and this floor, which is just as massive. There's a floor above this one, too, but it's not quite as big." As he pointed to the ceiling, the boy found himself slowly struggling to focus on just what they were talking about, his head feeling heavy, and light at the same time, spinning and strangely still, as though he hadn't had enough sleep, and too much at the same time.
Dregna, knowing all too well what was happening inside of the other's body, as pheromones both within and without worked their magic over the young mind, slowly addling it in the deviant's favour. "Yes, I noticed that this, cabin was it, hm...anyways, I noticed that it was a lot larger than some of the houses down in town. Not apartment big, but it's still large enough to compete.", the man nodded, looking around the media room for a few moments before he turned back to the victim at hand, the candles low enough that they'd be REALLY working their magic now. "Are you alright Grail? You look a bit tired.", he said, using the same tone of concern he'd had before, without any of the genuineness behind it.
"I...I feel...", the pearly male attempted to reply, blinking as his mind gently blanked for a few moments, before he shook his head and tried again, "I, um, well...I..." Holding his head for a few moments, the reptile tried to sort through his thoughts, trying to find out what it was that he was feeling at that moment, and what it could be that was making him feel so...empty headed. "I...I guess, I'm a bit tired. A bit tired of being alone, here...in this massive place...sometimes, it's, it's more like a jail cell than a castle. It's so far away, and all..."
The moment that Grail fell silent again, and looked to the floor, Dregna knew he had his chance, nodding towards the younger one and acting as though he was still feeling depressed from his own situation. As lasers flew across the television screen before them, Dregna slowly chewed another handful of popcorn, waiting a few moments before he swallowed and turned back to his host. "Um, you know, Grail, there IS something that could help, with your loneliness.", he told the boy, smiling encouragingly (while still keeping some hints of his previous mood) as he did, reaching out and patting the smaller shoulder again as he continued. "Loneliness, it isn't all that bad of a thing, you know. Sometimes it allows you to just relax, and have the world ALL to yourself..." The dragon's voice was smoother than liquid honey, as he gently spoke into Grail's ears, soothing and calm. "Sometimes, being alone allows you to sort out your mind like you can't when with others. Allows you to think, to do, whatever your mind wants you to do."
Slowly, the smaller scaly nodded, looking to the larger one with an appreciative smile, sighing despite having long gotten used to the entrapment his loneliness brought him. "I...I know...", he told his guest, slowly looking away and to the long list of movies and videos that filled the shelves set into the wall, "I...I've had it a long time..." However, despite the familiarity that came with the lonesomeness, Dregna's words were no less effective, especially with the pheromone-laced-popcorn in his stomach, releasing its contents into his body as fast as he could breathe in what was already in the room. Grail's mind was slowly being cracked open to suggestions, massaged into relaxing, and all in all, being very much unable to stop the process from continuing. The drake, of course, still couldn't identify with the scent in the air; it had a tang that was unique, and yet distantly familiar...
Grail had no idea that the tang was that of Dregna's own. "Good, good, then. How about we try it out now?", he said gently, patting the teen's clothed shoulder encouragingly, waiting until the white, horned head slowly needed in reply. "Just relax here Grail. Just relax, and let the world be yours...", he continued, before retracting his hands to himself. It was easier for the process if he didn't cause any breaks in the routine. "Just ignore the television, the movie. Even this bowl of popcorn here." Dregna's voice was consistently low as he whispered into the drake's ear, seductive even, even as he watched his instructions being followed simply, and to the letter. Already the lithe form was looking looser than before, and his eyes were completely closed, without a single flicker towards opening, even when the metal bowl gonged lightly against the hardwood floor.
"Hmmm...", the lad went as he slowly sunk down, mentally and physically, the dragon's intent behind this exercise not at all being questioned as he did, purring lowly under his breath as the cool current of the room washed over his warm self. That was yet another effect of the oil that Dregna had smeared about, residing both above the reptile's lips and within his mouth, and stomach, gently heating the body it resided upon (and, in this case, within), one that had taken a bit of experimenting to perfect.
Snickering as he watched Grail all but melt into the couch, the pervert beside him slowly slid down to reach into his briefcase again, picking out a stout candle he had quite an affinity towards using. Returning yet again to his lighter, the candle wick resisted igniting for but a mere moment...before it relented, and gently burst into flame, flickering as its potent payload slowly began to seep out and away, into the air. Chuckling to himself, as he watched the little flame gently burn down, Dregna took a sniff in the air, sighing happily as the scent of musk brewed around and around, seeping into the cracks of the wood, into the fabrics and stuffing that made up the furniture, and into the velvet that lined the DVD and video shelves.
'Ooh, this room will see much usage, yes...', he mentally snickered to himself, almost dropping his favored candle as he did, steadying it in his hands as he did. Sniffing at the candle itself, smirking to the faint ink scrawling at the very base of it, a label which fit the candle's purpose perfectly, Dregna sighed as musk slowly entered his lungs, musk that he alone was impartial to. "Hmm...now, Grail, open your eyes. That's it, just open your eyes, slowly, gently..." The instructions were followed easily, but the reaction was something that was jarring, even to Dregna himself; one glance to the little flame, so close to his face, and the previously relaxed body turned stiff with obvious fright. Frowning as the teen started to gasp, Dregna gently removed the candle flame from the white face, suddenly left without a real method to empty the other's mind, verbally...unless...
"Grail, I bet you really miss your father right now. I bet you feel so lonely without him...", the dragon reminded Grail, softly whispering into that open mind, enticing it back to a preferred mood as he set the "Amorousity Essence" down upon the middle of the floor, away from anything flammable. "So lonely, you just can't help but think of a new one. A better, more open world..." Though this was a new approach, Dregna felt a little excited for using it on such new material to work with - namely, Grail.
"A...new, world?", the slowly re-relaxing drake replied, frowning as he conformed to the couch again. "What...why...?"
"Shhh sshhh, it's okay.", Grail was slowly shushed, the dragon slowly said, smiling as he leaned in gently to whisper closer into those ears, "Just let go of everything that's troubling you Grail. Just let go, and forget or all your problems. Open your mind, and shush all the problems that pop up from it. They aren't needed. They never are." For the next few minutes or so, the dragon continued to slowly talk the young scaly down from his flame induced fright, calming him, massaging his mind with sweet, slick words, his body relaxing further and further with each inhale. He learned during the process that he'd accidentally excited a pyrophobia of the drake's, inspired by a bottle of oil resting atop of a heated stove top, something that Grail's mother hadn't been too keen on speaking up about despite the bottle and and blame being rightfully hers. Keeping this in mind for later, as gently toyed with one of the pointed ears sticking out from the dragon's head.
"Now, Grail, seeing as you're so nice and at ease, I want to try something with you.", the deviant continued, laying on his side on the couch as he gazed to his prey, gazing so helplessly at the television screen that was playing a movie for nobody. "Close your eyes, and imagine that there is no hardwood floor beneath your feet. Imagine that the hard, polished surface, Grail, isn't there at all.", he said softly, gently blowing into that ear as he did, just to excite the male a little bit more. "In fact, imagine you aren't even sitting on this couch. Imagine that below your ass, and back, is the softest of grass, and that beneath your feet are smooth rocks, and bits of earth." Drenga reinforced this sensation as many times as he could, while he waited, going for broke for once for the sake of it. Watching as those toes slowly wriggled into the "dirt", feeling it clump airily about his toes and ankle, Dregna slowly began to blow more into those ears, whispering gently something about "a soothing breeze in your ears" as he did, Grail relaxing all the more for it.
And then, Dregna's patience finally broke.
"Hmmm...good, boy, very good...", he repeated warmly into that open ear, as the teen splayed out atop his "hill", gently stroking over the cloth covered thighs as he did, eyes devouring the open flesh being given to him (even if it was really just from the thighs down), sneering into that ear as he completely removed himself from the couch. "Now...why don't you get a little naked? Nobody's around - certainly not me -, and those clothes are making you awfully hot, aren't they, especially under that baking sun?" With Dregna directing poor Grail's little world, changed from an entire lodge full of expensive and pointless things down to a mere field in the middle of nowhere, there was little that the young drake could do but adjust to the changing world around him...which was exactly what Dregna wanted.
There had been a cool breeze in this part of the prairie, that the drake was sitting inside, gently tickling at his ears and his legs as he just relaxed without a care into the world...until it started getting hotter. Strange, really, but nothing that Grail couldn't stand. He once went to a beach in a winter coat and stood it with some difficulty, but even that was nothing like this! The heat kept building, and building, and building, to the point someone could make the mistake of building a sky rise of flame atop of his ivory scales and it would be just as unbearable!
There was only one solution - complete, and total bodily exposure...though casually. It wasn't like fire ants were crawling over him or anything, just like there was nobody else around his either. He didn't really hear the bit that was whispered into his ear - something about being "so relaxed while naked in front of me" - that was just the wind blowing in his ears. He was alone, right then. Alone in a field in a media room in a lodge. How that remained logical to Grail, nobody could say, but it made perfect sense to the boy, and even as he looked around the flowing hills of green grass and blue sky, he could faintly see something along the lines of a room, and a man with a black suit on his body. Just faintly, nothing to be worried about as he reached out for the topmost button of his shirt, slipping it through the hole and moving onto the next one. Again, and again this was repeated, all the way down to the shorts he was wearing above the bottom of his shirt. He never heard the sounds of the man sifting through his possessions for a fourth time, producing a high definition camera that was as high tech as it was portable.
"Hmm, good boy...you feel so good being naked before me Grail, don't you? So good you don't even mind that I'm filming you, and your sexy body...nod if you're okay with this, Grail." Though it was strange, to have such a question being presented by nobody in the middle of a field, the teen did as asked, his loose head limply nodding back and forth as he slowly slid the collar of his robe off his shoulders, along with his shirt as well.
Dregna snickered evilly to himself as he watched and filmed, especially as the candle set upon the floor finally burned through the top cone, the pheromones in the room finally reaching the apex of induction, opening the body beside him to their effects. The effectiveness of said scents would, therefore, remain at a constant, and keep its victims at the right state of mind. It was something that he was rather proud of, in all honesty, especially in its refined state.
As Grail slid the entire shirt off of himself, onto his tail below, he felt something strange run through him. In the absence of the towering inferno, an electric tingle ran through his limbs, a tingle that slowly began to center itself lower and lower along his form. Relaxed as he was, this caused the boy the shudder in his seat, gasping lightly as he felt the travelling charge settle between his legs...and grow stronger, his heart slowly pounding blood out faster into the rest of his form. His bare chest rose and fell with deeper breaths with every passing moment, inducting more of that sultry fragrance into his body like a non-exclusive club, the electric tingle growing minutely with each breath. It wasn't long before Dregna saw what he wanted, briefly hidden away until the boy slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, and slipped them down; a beautiful, glistening, pure white shaft, with enough of a spring to it that it made an audible slap when it was freed from its cloth prison.
"Oohh...", the man moaned to himself, as he watched that round piece of meat bob with the drake's heartbeat, making sure that the camera lens watching the pale member bounce as those offensive, appropriate boxers were whisked down and away. "Hmm, yeesss, good Grail...", Dregna hissed out, holding himself back from groping that piece of meat then and there, instead leaning in to look down to the arrow head. "Your mind is relaxed, free from anything that could disturb it. There is no great heat around you, no dangers or anything to get stressed over. Just you...and my voice. My soothing, calming voice, filling in that empty little head of yours. Yes, you're head is so empty right now...so very, very, calmly, empty..."
Like the spell that it was, Grail's mind begun to slow, like a wind up clock with just a little bit of tension within its coils, taking off what little tension there was about the scene.
"Yeesss...your mind is free from trouble, Grail, free from thoughts that make you feel so uncomfortable. It's just you, and my voice. Only my voice in your pretty head, telling you what to do. You need a voice in your head to tell you what to do, don't you Grail? A conscience, as it were...", Dregna continued to purr, not even trying to keep his hands to himself any longer, as he stroked over that young chest. "And seeing as yours is too relaxed to say anything, mine will have to do...you like my voice telling you what to do Grail. It's soothing, calming...maybe, even a little arousing?" Trailing off as he added that last bit, the man decided that he was a tad overdressed himself, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt as he watched the teen slowly empty himself of conscious control. "Good...now, as your conscience, Grail, I have one thing to say. You will, unquestioningly, obey me."
It was such a nice voice that resounded inside of little Grail's head. Such a soothing, attractive voice - it was the kind you'd imagine a grand fatherly figure to have -, the accent added to it making it all the more intriguing to listen to. The tone and texture didn't at all betray that its originator had less than admirable - or should it be more than admiring? - desires for the one being lead, nor that Grail was doing anything he'd normally consider wrong. Any and all control the drake had was lost, submitted, to the dragon of that night.
"Now...", Dregna said, as he slipped the business shirt off his wings, exposing his broad chest and v shaped back to the world, "Why don't we start with a bit of measuring?" Reaching out and into his coat pocket, he retrieved a tape measure, thick and yellow, smirking as he slowly brought it down to the teen's crotch to study the eager length some. "Hmmm...very nice Grail. You're just over nine and a half inches in length!", he laughed out loud, as he lay the warm, woven plastic against the boy's member, purring as he rubbed it into a particularly dark vein. "And not at a pencil's with either..." The comment was something of an understatement; not only was Grail's endowment at least as large around as a polish hot dog, he had what could have easily been two soft, bald tennis balls between his legs, a pair of orbs that brought to question how the boy managed to walk so easily.
As he hefted these orbs in his hand, the measuring tape left lying across those white hips, Grail moaned out, and Dregna began to scheme for the night. Oh, so many possibilities, so little time he could implement them.
"Why don't you show me how you handle such a handsome tool Grail? Go ahead, give yourself a nice, long wank.", Dregna whispered, smirking as he removed himself entirely from the boy's body, setting the camera down atop of the minibar as he stood up and away to remove his own pants. "Don't feel shy - go ahead. Show yourself off." As more of the lust inducing candle burned, and its pheromones filled the air, the pearly drake felt that electric tingle grow to a palpable extent, practically feeling sparks fly from his fingers as he slowly dragged them along the couch and, eventually, himself. Each spark was like a miniature bolt of lightning, travelling up and down his nerves in a fashion that was both numbing and invigorating all at once, a sensation that only grew stronger as scales touched upon scales.
Gasping, slowly, the boy slowly brought his palm to his crotch, wrapping his slender fingers about the impressive girth presented, even his mere touch being enough to bring a moan from within his lips. However, as Dregna continued to strip, he likewise whispered words of encouragement into his victim's mind, downplaying the pleasure that the boy could achieve from his state of mind, increasing the intensity of the edge that Grail would need to overcome to achieve bliss. It would take more than a mere touch to send the drake over the edge, and that knowledge itself was enough to start the male's hand its task.
"Yeesss, good boy, good.", Dregna smirked down, as he slowly strolled over to his entranced toy, both now as naked as they were born, the azure deviant's own massive shaft nice and hard between his legs. Watching as the drake slowly stroked up, and gave the glands on the underside of his member a nice long squeeze, jiggling them as a final touch before descending again, Dregna breathed deeply to himself, slowly drawing his fingers down to his crotch to play with the fleshy spike that he was privy to, muttering loudly as he did.
"Oh yes, good bitch boy...you like doing this, don't you Grail? You love stroking yourself off to a watching audience...", he whispered unintentionally, goading the boy on without willing it, though he did nothing to correct the faux pas when he realized it. On the contrary, Dregna built up from it! "Yeah, yeah, you do love this, don't you!", he growled loudly, jacking his own cock off to the sight, teasing the base as much as Grail did with his' tip, "You love to show this to me, and more...in fact, why don't you? Stand up Grail, and turn around!"
The command was met with the total obedience that Dregna had commandeered before, making him laugh to himself gently as he watched the boy slowly stand, and turn around on the spot, before the couch. All the while, Grail continued to masturbate before his sole audience member, and the device that would bring many more future audience members; even when his tail was grabbed at, by the eager to explore dragon, the teen did not stop turning nor jacking himself off, needing only the larger one's word in order to stop and allow his cute rump to be explored with a few fingers.
"Hmmm...nice and tight. Perfect for taking...", Dregna muttered, as he slowly hugged the boy to his chest, their three foot size difference meaning that the ivory horns that Grail possessed merely came up to his pecs. Slowly, the man leaned down, and smirked before he took a fan-like ear in between his lips, and began to nibble upon it gently, his hands slowly trailing down as he heard the boy's warbling approval.
"Hmmm...", he moaned back, into the thin membrane, his tongue washing up and around the clean ear as his own larger paw engulfed its smaller white cousin, and the rod it was polishing. Giving it a hardy squeeze, Dregna snickered to himself as he wetly removed his mouth from the teen's head, his other hand holding the drake up by the waist when his knees gave out from the grip. "Heh heh, don't mind if I do take some Grail...cause we have all night for you to give me your all..."
With those words in (Grail's) mind, the pervert slowly began to move the entrapped hand in his palm up and down the pearly shaft, moaning as he humped the boy's back in tandem, panting hotly as he alternated patterns again, and again. He'd squeeze the hot organ in his hand in sequences, before moving to hard, fast strokes to his slow bucks; the dragon turned Grail about, pressing their chests together, holding the boy off the ground by his buttocks as their erections ground against one another, up and down. Oohh, they got so close - so close to an orgasm -, Dregna could all but see Grail on his knees, lapping the mess up from the floor.
But alas, fate had a hand to play on that day, a hand that was as perplexing as it was omniscient; no sooner was the dragon on the verge of cumming, along with his happily delusional victim, than a great bang shook the reptile's mind to its foundations, if only briefly. The sound of metal crumpling was briefly audible, as adrenaline rushed through Dregna's body, and looking around, the man carefully set the boy back down onto his feet, grunts of need and disappointment being ignored.
"Stay here...", he ordered, adding as an afterthought, "...and keep yourself hard, but don't cum. I'll check to see what's going on...", ignoring the groan that came afterwards. Still frowning to himself, the dragon stepped up and towards the window, gently pulling aside the curtain in order to view what was happening outside, to cause such a disrupting bang. He wasn't disappointed in the least - much like before, it was really quite the opposite.
Out there, down at the curl of the entrance to the driveway, with a bumper partially wrapped about a now tilting tree, stood a dazed anole, young by the looks of it, standing beside an old, damaged, smoking vehicle. Though it was a bit of a stretch to assume the male had come for any real reason - perhaps he was lost? Perhaps not. - it was obvious that the scaly wasn't about to go anywhere, especially not with an airbag blown out of the steering wheel. That, naturally, left only one thing left to do...one, very special thing, to do...
An evil chuckle slowly rose up from Dregna's throat as he edged away from the window, eyes narrowing as he glanced to the entranced lad kneeling on the floor, pointed towards the camera, hands flying over his own white cock. Stepping down towards the briefcase, the man's wings flared in excitement, as he palmed the bottle of oil from within, smirking as he regarded the boy on the floor.
"Get up, bitch boy...we have a visitor, who will most definitely be staying the night, and it wouldn't do to give him an improper greeting...hmmm, not at all..."
<To be continued>