Rogue's Trial
Rogue's Trial
Something is different in the morning as Randel begins to wake up. The first thing he notices, apart from the cold air that has awakened him, is his own nakedness, not that it is so unusual a discovery each morning with him being a werewolf. However the other thing is his still being inside a cave, probably he same cave. That does not merely worry him, it outright scares him. With a gasp he gets up and looks around quickly, eyes scanning his immediate surroundings.
It is dark and cold, Randel even suspects it of being damp in some places. But he seems to be alone for the moment. With any luck he is far away from that dragon now. Now he remembers, his plan to trap a female dragon, the one thing that could slack his wolf's thirst. Mindfully holding his genitalia Randel can tell that his testicles are depleted, clearly his alternate personality got what he wanted. In fact there is a calmness deep inside of him that Randel has not known for a long time now.
The coldness is creeping in though, and without a layer of fur Randel will not remain comfortable for long. So he starts to make his way to the exit, the faint light from the cave's mouth guiding his way as he rounds a corner. Getting closer and closer to the exit Randel notices something vaguely familiar on the walls around him. It takes a moment for him to realise that they are the remains of chains that have been snapped. So this must be the same cave then, but the dragoness is no longer here.
Randel starts to worry, he is unsure whether his wolf let the reptile go, or if the beast escaped. But he cannot simply wait here to find out, the sun is out and he needs to find some clothes and possible a place of civilisation. As he gets closer to the cave's mouth he recognises his clothes from last night crumpled up on the floor. He moves quicker, careful where he places his feet lest something sharp pierce his soles.
But his smile turns into a frown and then something worse as a large foot comes down trapping the linen. Randel stops and looks up as the dragon comes into view blocking the exit. Its green body is far more imposing a sight than Randel even remembers from before. And now the dragon is free to do whatever it so wishes, probably involving the naked rogue. As Randel freezes and stares up at the great reptile, its booming voice echoes in the cave as it begins to speak to him.
"Do you remember the fun your cursed wolf had last night little human?" The voice ends with an obviously disgusted tone. It takes a few seconds for Randel's mind to start working again as he finds his voice.
"D-D-Don't eat me. P-Please, I'm sorry." Randel's words are pathetic even to him, nothing he says can prevent what the dragon has already decided.
"Don't you even remember your discovery?" It is difficult for Randel to read the dragon's expression, but it almost looks as if the beast is starting to smile at this point.
"W-What discovery?" he replies, voice still stuttering as his confusion only multiplies.
"I'm not a female." The dragon states in such a matter of fact way that it takes a pregnant pause for Randel to realise what was just said.
The man gasps and stumbles backwards, tripping as he does so he falls down onto his bare ass. Did his alter ego rape a male dragon? If so, that must mean his life is as good as over now. The dragon steps into the cave as he approaches the human. Randel picks himself up and quickly runs back into the cave, going deeper and deeper into the darkness of the natural home of the dragon. It is pointless of course, he is trapped and whatever he does the reptile will eventually catch and then do who knows what to him.
All of a sudden Randel emerges into the cave's end. The tunnel has opened out into a wide room deep inside the cave with no other exit in sight. Lit torches are arranged along the cave walls and in the centre there is a massive pile of gold and assorted treasures. This is the dragon's hoard, his personal sanctum and where Randel did not dare explore when he previously chained the dragon near the cave mouth.
Noise warning of the approaching dragon is getting louder behind the rogue. He has no possible escape now, although he does contemplate trying to hide in the hoard itself. Surrendering to his fate, the naked man turns around and faces the approaching beast with head hanged in defeat and dread. Tough as the large green reptile approaches he does not simply kill the human with one blast of scorching flame. Finally Randel begins to realise that the dragon doses not want his blood.
"I see you found what most humans come here looking for." The dragon leans in, his snout inches away from the man's head, but there is no eye contact as Randel stares at his feet. "But that is not what you came looking for is it lycanthrope? Hmm?"
"No, sir." Randel replies with a respectful and scared tone. Maybe he can come out of this situation alive.
"Good, you're starting to understand now aren't you? Let us carry on inside my little home here then." The dragon nudges the naked man and he turns back to walk deeper into the room.
There are bones here, the remains of skeletons gathered round the gold, some belong to humans but there is an eclectic variety. Randel shivers as his feet start to walk up onto the hoard of precious metals, thankfully they all seem to have soft edges and only dig a little into his soles. The dragon tells him to turn around and the man obeys, this time he looks upon the beast with fearful eyes.
"My turn, wouldn't you say?" The great beast suggests as he walks up atop the pile of gold and pushes the human down. Randel falls onto his back, the impact hurts but no serious cut or bruising is made.
As he looks up the dragon is above him, all of the dragon is above him. The heat from the scaly underbelly washes over Randel as he stares at him. That is until the human's eyes rest upon something that is starting to peek out of the drake's slit. A long, thick and rapidly growing organ with a pointy head and sharp ridges there for pleasure throbs as it juts out of the feral dragon's crotch. The head of it is wet with the creature's musky pre, his thick scent finding its way to Randel's nose, which is already more sensitive than the average human's even in this current form.
Blushing ads he averts his gaze the human knows what he must do now I've he wants to see another day. Looking back at the drooling monstrosity he reaches out with his strong and naked. The rough hands of the human clasp around the thick middle section of the dragon's penis making the ginormous male make a pleased growl in response. Randel's touch is something that the dragon never thought he would enjoy, the touch of another male and not even one of his own species at that; but right now it is all that the reptile wants and his malehood's response is a mirror of that desire. It leaps and throbs faster in the man's grasp, growing even larger as it approaches something nearly double that of the human's lycanthrope self. He cannot know this of course, but Randel is not the only one to have trouble finding a good fit and many females have turned down this dragon in the past because he hurt them.
Leaning in closer, Randel starts to lick the head, lapping up the juices as he squeezes his hands up and down as much of the member as he can. More growls and a loud panting come from the reptile as Randel pleases the massive male. Moving his hands down to the thick base perched just outside the drake's slit, the human gives it a good squeeze and the beast makes an odd churring noise in response. It must be a positive sign though as the head begins to pour with pre like other males might urinate.
"Yesss, good boy." The dragon encourages his prisoner as his pre starts to wash down the human's back as a heavily scented shower. His hair becomes wet and sticks to his face and back, by this point the human already feels dirty and wrong inside and out. However despite the one aided nature of all this, the rogue cannot help but feel a certain satisfaction and enjoyment in it as his own malehood begins to grow hard with lust.
This does not go beyond the dragon's attention as he looks down at the human. A lewd though then crosses into the reptile's mind and he strains his neck and nuzzle into the human's naked ass. This elicits a loud cry of surprise from Randel but as the human looks back he grins as the dragon smiles at him and then returns to exploring the man's cleftal horizon. With soft tender kisses, and even softer exploratory licks the great beast begins to prune the man's virgin tight hole. Soft moans come from Randel but he focuses upon the drake's massive erection, squeezing it in his strong hands as he pushes the broad head against his mouth.
Somehow Randel wraps his lips around the dragon's massive phallic head. Then he begins to suck very loudly upon it. Of course he cannot swallow down all of the great beast's abundant juices so he lets it spill out and run along his chest and belly. A loud growling sound from the dragon's snout, now buried inside the man's rump, is enough to tell the rogue that he is doing is job well. As the smells of sexual arousal fill the room, and more than a little of their juices, the human now too at full mast, spill over the gold, it becomes quite obvious that both have now forgotten their obvious quarrel of one raping the other. For the moment they are enjoying their bodies, and taking pleasure in every last second of it.
However the dragon does have a plan, as half-baked though it may be. Knowing his fair share of werewolf lore, the drake has something for Randel to bring out the more beastly side in him. Even as he teases the human's ass, and has his own cock rubbed and sucked upon, the dragon blindly searches with one claw for a special object buried in the pile of treasure. But now he finds it, clutching the strange silver medallion between razor sharp claws. Pulling away from Randel's rear end, the dragon lifts himself back up, his cock nearly flipping the human over as he was not expecting the rapid movement. As Randel sits up though the dragon quickly places the medallion's cord over his head and the jewellery rests against the rogue's sticky chest.
"What is th-" his words are cut off by a familiar, yet slightly changed, sensation. The human looks up at the dragon with a betrayed expression, but with fur quickly spreading over his features that expression soon changes to one of bemusement. "So you summon me forth like some pet now dragon?"
"I do indeed wolf. You could have left and escaped any wrath I might have for you. However you remained inside my cave and fell asleep whilst I worked my way out of those primitive chains. I want to know, why?"
"Perhaps I loathe my tormented existence and wished you to slay the human." But then the werewolf's eyes focus upon that throbbing, drooling, twitching majesty of dragon cock that juts out of the reptile's crotch. "Tell me, how much self control do you need to not ram that thing inside of me right now?" A stupid self assured grin spreads on the lycanthrope's muzzle, it is obvious this is what he always wanted.
"Just get on all fours before I change my mind." The dragon squirms as his organ twitches in agitation, he needs something to fuck now after his sex drives was reawakened last night. The human did not stand a chance, but maybe his wolf self can take it.
The brown furred werewolf takes a submissive position. All four paws on the mountain of gold as he lifts his tail and spreads his legs. A deep and lusty growl comes from behind him and the werewolf can imagine what kind of passion is rolling around inside the reptile's head. All of a sudden the dragon is atop the shapeshifter, his large organ coming down with a thud onto the wolf's back. But the wolf is strong and he keeps his position as the dragon deliberately humps the mammals back a bit, an incredible amount of his scent filled pre drenching the lycanthrope's fur.
Now however is the moment of truth as the dragon pulls back and his dick drops to wedge down into the werewolf's furry rear. He pushes himself forward and the alternate Randel grunts as he feels his cheeks being split open. Closing his eyes the werewolf braces himself atop the pile of gold; his virgin hole waiting for the vastly larger male introduce it to another kind of pleasure. When he finally feels the tip spear into him the lycanthrope can no longer put on a tough guy act as he yelps and howls in shock.
The green dragon laughs as he holds the werewolf down beneath him and keeps pushing forward. Somehow the thick phallus of the drake squeezes inside the supernatural canid's tight back doors entrance. Slowly, very slowly, the powerful dragon's member begins to slide up into the lycanthrope's tight tailhole. Inch after tight inch the orange squeezes its way in; the deep ridges around the engorged phallus carve their way into the smaller male's virgin tender walls.
Panting hard now the werewolf's cool attitude fizzles away, just as his body is becoming sweaty with sexual heat. The task of taking the large feral dragon is pushing the lycanthrope to his supernatural limit. Warm throbbing coming from deep inside of him pounds against the werewolf's prostrate and drives his unconscious mind wild. Even the human, locked deep inside the recesses of the wolf's mind howls out with unbridled pleasure. Between the lycanthrope's legs his red canid cock throbs as it swings about spreading its musky seed over the gold coins.
"Fuck! Fuck yes fucking slam it in!" The wolf's cries encourage the dragon to impale him to the hilt. It feels wonderful as he feels the drake's broad knotty base rest against is tailhole. The wolf wags his tail and it brushes along the sensitive belly of the beast.
"By the gods you're a tight thing," the dominant male gasps between heavy breaths.
Then the beast pulls back, inch after gloriously thick and throbbing inch slides out of the tight corners of the werewolf. Randel fights to hold onto the invading organ as both man and wolf inside of him writhe around in ecstasy. Of course the green dragon is enjoying this just as much too, never has he felt such a tight orifice clinging to his malehood and it is almost a shame as he pulls most of it out. The dripping wet shaft throbs as it rests against the werewolf's ass, its need for the tight hole too great. This time the dragon lines it up perfectly and then thrusts with all of his strength into the submissive male.
The wolf's howl and the dragon's roar echo in the cave's sanctum as all of the dragon's malehood is buried deep inside of the lycanthrope. With a loud yip from the mammal he takes it all the way to the hilt where the thick knot of the dragon throbs for attention but he does not yet force it in. The dragon grinds against is captured fuck toy, making the werewolf squirm and moan as he feels the large male deep inside of himself.
Now the real fucking comes. A pattern is set by the dragon, pulling his dick halfway out he then slams it back in making the wolf's own dick and balls swing in kinetic reaction. He keeps doing this, each one coming sooner than the last as a rhythm picks up. The werewolf yips, moans, howls and growls with ever present lust. After only five minutes of this deep dicking does Randel tense up and then howl as he spills himself with great ferocity. Feeling the lycanthrope grab his dick the dragon roars and power drives through the tight resistance causing even more pleasurable sensations that rock the mammal to his very core.
This carnal act of relentless anal sex goes on for what, at least to the werewolf, seems to be hours. His mind fades through different layers of awareness as one minute his ass is getting pounded, then the next he is curled up in a mess of his own seed. It takes some time for the wolf to realise that the dragon is actually pacing him, working himself up as the lycanthrope goes through multiple orgasms due to the dragonhood carving its way into his tender tailhole.
Ultimately though the green beast finally wants his own release as the wolf is propped up against a wooden chest filled with valuables. The dragon's teeth sink into the werewolf's neck, marking him as he grinds into the smaller male's rump. Vaguely end the mist of lust Randel is aware of the dragon's scaly tail rubbing between is thighs and teasing his ball sack. There is nothing for the wolf to do except give himself to the dragon, holding onto the chest as well as he can; his reward is coming now.
With an almighty roar, the majestic feral dragon reaches his climax. Impaling the lycanthrope with all of his malehood, a loud popping sound is associated with the final lock and key motion of the reptile's vast member finally fitting all the way inside. The wolf is knotted, and his expression is one of utter shock. A barely audible howl is hidden underneath the reptile's loud roar, his prey now locked down as he explodes inside the lycanthrope. Massive bursts of steaming hot draconic cum shoots deep into the wolf's anus. But it rapidly fills the smaller male up and some of it finally escapes past the knot from shear pressure alone. That which escapes drips down over the halcyon mass below, literal steam rising off the hot liquid from the dragon's loins.
Then the werewolf loses all consciousness. Darkness blankets his mind as his senses are overloaded into a realm he is unaccustomed to, the experience of being someone else's bitch. Hours pass before the lycanthrope awakes again, but when he does the rogue is surprised to find himself still in his powerful lycanthropic form. As he looks down at himself he notices the medallion still resting against his furry chest.
"The medallion is special, it provides a link between both halves of yourself. Though it does take time to work." The dragon is there, stooped over the wolf as he lays stop a straw mattress; the dragon explains that he appropriated the mattress whilst doing a run for supplies at a human town.
"I don't understand. Is that why I feel..." He cannot find the words, even as he feels his tailhole ache. Somehow both halves of himself are linked, oddly this provides a control to his feelings and to his body he has not known since being cursed. "Wait, what is it that you wish of me?"
"Paranoia? After treating you this well?" The dragon huffs and looks away, but then he looks back with a glint in his eyes. "I have plans for you shapeshifter. Very special plans."
"What if I don't want to b-" Randel starts, but never gets to finish.
"You have no choice! Now, rest, you have a big day tomorrow, and I have much to prepare." The dragon speaks in a foreign tongue and the medallion glows with power, darkness creeps once more on Randel's mind as his furry body falls limp and he returns to a deep slumber.
The dragon laughs, turns away and begins walking back to his cave's exit. He does indeed have plans, now that he has discovered how enjoyable interspecies intercourse is. However humans are weak, he will have to create more lycanthropes for his little project, or maybe something even stronger. Randel is his prime subject for now, as the dragon has found a new pastime and wants to take good care of his most precious toy.