The Plight -- First Night, today.
At night, after instructing his pack, War had decided to send Lane by himself to the meeting with the Dragon boss, the still teen looking werewolf having wrapped his slender lower torso in skin
tight black leather jeans that accented his priviliged masculinity quite nicely, a Rolling Stones white shirt and a black leather jacket completing his look, the dark brown straight long hair
as well as his fine facial features making him look younger, and most attractive with vague feminine air about him. War snickered as he complimented the good looks of his tender looking
yet deadly pack lieutenant. While Lane took his chopper bike to the appointment, the pack followed swiftly, waiting nearby.
"My dear... but us dragons are not 'were' people!" The fat man seemingly in his sixties chuckled condescendingly towards Lane, the trail of conversation having led to a comment of his
refering to Rayir's kin as 'were dragons', his pointed eyebrows seemingly being long enough to come out to the sides of his rounded face as a pair of antenna that accented his
gestures as he spoke in a grave deep cavernous voice, continuing to lecture inside the private office at the docks that served as his informal seat of power. "NO NO NO NO NO! calling us
like that is a grave insult! unlike yourselves, we have nothing to do with humanity being part of us, except as a mere guise, created by magic!"
"An illusion, similar to the 'glamour' of the Fae?..." Lane interrupted, knowing full well that he had caught the attention of the old figure, perceiving full well that the true nature
of the being sitting in front of him was deadlier and more powerful than the pack could directly face. He casually caressed strands of his long hair as he leaned back onto the couch, stretching
his legs to make his crotch more noticeable, putting himself on display for the dragon disguised as a man in front of him. His right hands slender and elegant fingers resting on his thigh as he
pretended to subconsciously rub on his crotch, the fingers tracing the contour of the leather covered pouch of his manhood.
The old man fought hard to suppress a groan as his greedy eyes rested upon the youth's bulge, the pointy eyebrows seemingly standing raised as he felt his desire also climbed, noticing how well
equipped the wolven was, struggling to mantain his train of thought, he kept on his discourse in regards to the nobility and importance of his dragon bloodline. Lane smiled to himself as he
listened to the dragon continue to praise himself and his race. "Decadent in their own arrogance." He remembered the words that his Master had previously instructed him with: "Dragons as all
reptilians have inner genitals, the males have their balls buried within them, and so are their penises, small in comparison and proportion to those of mamarians. With their greed the dragons
covet what they don't have, and do get it, and by experience I can tell you that they want big and warm cocks, big and warm balls..." and as the dragon man makes his interest more notorious, Lane
realizes that his Master was right as he thought for himself 'yeah you bastard... you really want big cocks like mine!"
On the other hand a lot of thoughts passed through the dragon's mind at the same time, his will weakening with every stare at the luscious young werewolf that laid in front of him... His cautions
slowly being tossed out his rationale as he realized that the Wolf pack leader had sent him the youth as a ´gift' no doubt, a tribute in recognition to his grandure and his desire to make him an
ally, his stare kept following the fingers of the young man, how they traced the bloated contour of what had to be a big penis that pointed down and to the right of the root, the black leather just
serving as the means to make it seem tightly wrapped and more apetizing, to the point that saliva started to flood the dragon's mouth, as his tongue kept flickering faster and faster, his skin
turning dark as scales were revealed, the lips thickening as his true appearance started to reveal.
"Whoa! I have never seen a dragon before!" Lane said outloud in surprise "You look so kick ass! I had this pet boa and I loved to play with it" to what Rayir the dragon smiled as he shed his thorn
shirt and got up his seat to approach the couch. "You like reptiles then. Good!" The drake said in an even deeper tone as he flexed his muscles on display for the youth he wanted to impress, sitting
next to Lane, his pant ripping as his dragon form expanded his girth, the dragon turns to face his guest, overtowering him as his wings spread from his back, crouches over Lane, the huge claws reaching
instantly to grope his bulge, the fingers squeezing hard on the leather covered cock of the lad.
The lad groans with the tight grip of the dragon as his slithed tongue flicker around his neck, wetting and probing a little snake of its own, the weight of the being pressing down on the boy as his legs
are parted and the leather shredded, freeing his lower torso onto nakedness.
"You... Are exquisite." The dragon says as his hand grips the erect eight and a half inches cock of the five foot seven young werewolf, "Mmmfff!" the lad moans loudly, the dragon having lowered his snout
to sniff at the tip of his big member, the tongue flickering against his piss slit... Pushing inside, flooding his urethra as a sound, the throbbing member of the lad being held prisoner by the claw of
the dragon.
"Yeah... yeah... you want this..." the dragon exclaims in his perceived triumph over the youth's sex, the tip of the claws pricking and squeezing at the base of cock, stimulating the glands that bulge
there, that swell up forming a knot as the youth is made to shift to his werewolf anthro form by the pleasure, the veins bulging as his whole body shifts, the dark golden brown of his hair now covering
his whole body as his his extremities stretch and his head trashes against couch, kept in place by the wieght of the dragon who holds up the throat of the lad to keep him in place as he continues to plunge
his captured enlarged hairy cock with that forked reptilian tongue.
The tongue stabs and stabs the piss slit as it continues its travel lower bulging the urethra, the dragon closes his eyes as he relishes the stolen flavor of the transforming werewolf's cock, his claw
pumping and pumping the member as his left claw switches between squeezing the lads throat in rythm controlling his breathing. The dragon enjoys himself, hasn't had a werewolf pet for centuries now,
made a mental note of slaving the rest of War's pack in the future, he will have so much fun with a harem of werewolves indeed, in the meantime he had to taste the wolven's seed, so he hurried the thrusts
of his claw, squeezing the knot of the wolf, knowing force simulating ties was a sure way to pop a wolf.
The dragon greedily drank every drop of the young wolf semen as it was served by his throbbing cock, "Holy.. Holy fuck!", he said after he had finished all of the seed that the wolf had produced, massaging
the sides of his head, much as if he had a brain freeze after eating a slushy. "Holy fuck kid! you taste so damned good!" "I gotta make you mine now!"
Lane rested panting, his body laxed all drenched in sweat after the blow job that the dragon had given him.. gutural sounds coming from his throat just seemed to assure the drake that the lad was
so into him that his slavery was a sure thing. Now all he had to do was to have the lad suck his cock and drink his cum, that would seal the magical bond which would make the wolf his slave for the rest
of his life.
The dragon stood up, placing both claws on his hips and looking down upon the wolven. "Come here and suckle on your new master. Suck my cock!" The dragon demanded in a voice filled with authority.
Lane's ears perked as he lowered himself on his knees in front of the dragon, the snout coming close to his crotch, as the eyes studied the slit on the front, looking at the peeking tip of the reptilian
looking penis that merely peeked a couple of inches from the slit it was contained within. The wolf reached with his right paw, the claws tracing the member and then the slit, resting at the entrance.
"Well! What are you waiting for! suck my cock!" The dragon shouted.
"You know something? War was right." Lane interjected.
"About what!??" The dragon demanded.
"You mother fucker dragons really have little cocks!" The wolven replied with hatred as he pulled back his right paw and closed it into a fist, thrusting it with force inside the dragon's slit, plunging it
inside as what he took as dragon pre jumped from the invaded slit, the fist traveled deeper as the wrist and part of the arm of the warrior wolf penetrated, the claws extending inside to grip the hidden
testicles of the dragon, ripping them as he pulled them forcefully to the outside. The wolf then plunged his snout at the fledging dragon penis, biting it hard and pulling on the thighs of the reptilian
who was so startled that he remained standing in his stoic pose as his genitals got ripped off, unable to do a thing the dragon screamed in a high pitch as his genitals are thorn from his body,
dropping to his knees the dragon then fell on his back, looking as a woman about to give birth, the genital slit of the once proud drake swollen and open, quickly invaded by the muzzle of a short shotgun
that the young werewolf had extracted from his coat.
"NO! NO!" the dragon screams as he watches the cocky grin of the slim werewolf that faced him, his eyes red and almost glowing.
"And you know motherfucker? You don't even give good head. Fuck off bitch!" the dragon ceases to exist the moment the shotgun was unloaded inside his body through the ripped out slit. All the magic of the
scaled outside couldn't help him against the attacks he received through his exposed entrance,
War entered the room at that moment, the fangs glistening with the dripping crimson of the guards he had taken out. The whole gangster operation of the dragon had fallen down, now the wolf pack was ready
to take over the city.
Lane got up and walked towards his leader mate, who embraced him taking him in a deep muzzle kiss, tongues slapping against each other.
"Did pup do good?" Lane asked War.
"Yeah... pup did very good" the older wolf smiled, snarl like.
"Good, i'm horny, lets go fuck." Lane replied.