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Ember rested his head against the softness of the pillow and his entire body remained prone and laying flat out on his chest and stomach. His breath caught in his throat, but each indrawn breath was flooded with hot dragon scent that made his stomach clench up and his heart started to beat faster. The scent was unlike anything he had ever experienced, anything he had ever touched, tasted or enjoyed. It was as if he could feel it creeping through him and caressing parts of him that nothing should ever reach. And he could do nothing to distract himself except hope that it would pass if he simply ignored it long enough. It was impossible to ignore it, not when he could hear the dragon so close and the ever present tang of reptile on the air.

He was still hard and that made his ears burn with humiliation as he felt his length rubbing along his chest. Sithen had only indulged his eager and hot tongue for a few moments before he'd been forced off it and the drake had rumbled in amusement and padded away. It had felt like a slap as he was left trembling on the ground and it still stung as he licked his lips and tasted hot syrupy precum there. It hurt that he'd been left to lay on the ground as the drake settled himself only a few steps away and seemed to be engaged in looking over paper work. The wolf wanted to crawl to him, to nose up at the loins the lavish his tongue over the addictive taste of that swollen rigid girth. He didn't. He had more self control then that. More self control and other worries.

His body felt so hot. The wolf flicked his ears back as he felt the heat pounding through him if he concentrated on it and when he wasn't it was just an uncomfortable flush. His stomach was in knots as he was left trying to figure out what had happened. He knew next to nothing about dragons save that they were the ruling class. He didn't know how they behaved among their own kind and he didn't know how they behaved with others except what he'd learned this afternoon. He didn't know if there was some sort of poison that he'd ingested from the precum or if he had been purposefully drugged and made to behave in this manner.

The wolf slowly opened one eye and he felt slightly dizzy as he saw the wings of a large dragon dancing in front of him. They snapped and flapped in the wind before they resolved into a set of curtains that were spread open to allow a breeze in from the opened door that led to the hall. He lifted his head and licked his lips to taste the clinging precum and found his gaze immediately going to the dragon that was perched on a plush assortment of pillows and idly flipping through paper work. The sound of it moving and rattling was on the back burner, what he wanted was to stare at the nude form shamelessly showing himself off in the dim light.

"What's wrong with me?" He spoke hoarsely and thickly, his tongue felt swollen in his muzzle as the wolf slowly pushed himself up onto all fours.

"You are fighting." The drake answered with a flip of some parchment. He didn't even raise his eyes. "I'd relax into those sensations, my wolf. You'll give in sooner or later and it'll be less painful when you do."

"Fighting?" He felt dizzy as he pushed himself onto his knees and flushed as he brought his swollen shaft into view. He groped and tried to grab a pillow.

"You're marked now as an intimate member of my harem." Sithen's strange eyes lifted as a smile curved the sensuous lips. "Can you not taste it? Smell it? Feel it? I cannot make you a dragon, but I can make you more.. kin to me then a wolf."

"What?" He yelped the words out and stared down at himself.

His body was a wolf's still and he didn't see any differences, only the heat that throbbed in time with his heart. It throbbed in time with his cock. It made him feel light headed and dizzy as he tried to stumble to his foot paws and found himself saying slightly. He stumbled forward and found his arm gripping the side of the wall as he started to pant shallowly. The hot taste of the precum seemed to have burned itself into his mouth so that his jaws watered slightly and he stopped himself from whimpering only by a force of will. What had happened to him?

"Give in, my wolf." The drake set aside the parchment and sharp interested eyes roved over him. "Give in and let yourself sink into what you were meant to be. You can have a place of honor here, a place of great pleasure, a place where you belong. Come here, my wolf, come here and let me ease the confusion of your mind and the ache of your body. Come here ."

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Three marks. Three marks to bind them together. Three marks to change the wolf into something that would be a great deal more than simple pleasure. Sithen watched the grey form stumbling and the way that the wide drugged looking eyes slid from side to side. He was a dragon; he was formed from the heart of a storm and from the magic of the earth. It only took a small amount of talent to imbue his seed with that magic so that it when his precum had dribbled over the wolf's lips it had given him the first mark. It was the only way that a common creature could rise up to become a true member of his harem and more than a simple piece of tail to be enjoyed and cast away. It would allow the triggers that would normally be hit only in the presence of another of the wolf's own kind to be rerouted and applied to him. It would make him something that was harder to break, harder to injure.

The drake lifted his muzzle and drew in a breath. The wolf's scent was already fading away entirely. It would be worked out over the course of the day until he would no longer smell lupine, but of Sithen himself. That scent would ensure that he would be marked as belonging to a dragon and not free game, but it would also start to alter him at a far more subtle level. It had been so long since he'd bothered marking a non-dragon that he had forgotten the heady rush that came with it. The way he could hear the pounding heart and watch the eyes clear and glaze as Ember tried to fight his way free of it. There would be no freedom found there, there would only be freedom when Sithen released him and when he asked for it.

The wolf looked at him when he was commanded to come, but the dragon curled out his magic to caress the spell he had woven over the attractive male shape. He felt the spell snap into awareness and the paws scuff forward slowly. First one and then the other as Ember came to him and visibly tried to struggle against it. How long would it take to break him to his will and teach him how to behave properly? How long until the lad served him with his whole heart and spirit? It was impossible to tell, but that was part of the allure of taking on a new slave. He would slowly remold the wolf into something that could be elevated into a position of honor within his household if Ember learned to obey and pleasure him.

"Please, what'd you do?" The wolf stumbled to the edge of the pile of pillows and dropped down to all fours. His chest rose and fell raggedly and Sithen felt his throat swell in a deep purr.

"I told you, wolf, you are marked as mine." He moved a taloned hand out to cup just beneath the grey muzzle and lifted Ember's head up. "You will be given three marks to make you mine. Are you in pain? Are you hurt in any way?"

"No." The single word came out bitterly and he watched the wolf's nose twitching and the chest swell as his breathing deepened.

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Ember wanted to yank his muzzle away from the touch under his chin, but the scent was flooding him and making his entire body shake. It was intoxicating and made his heart pound faster. His muzzle started to water slightly and he had to choke back the urge to lick his lips to try and chase after any hint of the precum that lingered behind from earlier. He wanted to yank away from the touch and deny to himself that it roused anything in him other then vague embarrassment, but he pushed his chin against it. The fingers curled either side of his muzzle in a light stroke that moved from the edge of his jaw upwards. The fingers teasing lightly enough that they were pleasurable rather then forceful. Why couldn't he think? Why couldn't he scramble away.

He squeezed his eyes shut firmly and clenched his jaw as he fought the urge to nuzzle into the hand and beg it for more than just simple strokes. The fingers moved backwards towards the arch of his neck and played with the fur there so gently that he could feel his fur rising up in reaction. He trembled and finally whimpered out a soft breathy sound. The fingers seemed to bring their own heat and need from the trailing talons that caressed along the curve of his neck and down towards his shoulders. They even teased him along the edge of his collar and gave it a playful pull that bunched the fur up in a roll before it smoothed down again around his neck.

He didn't even realize that the scent was growing or the fact that he was leaning towards the pillows so the massaging strokes would continue. He didn't think about the dragon or anything except the euphoria the touch and scents roused in him. He didn't wonder at what Sithen was doing. Not until something hot, hard and slippery rubbed right over his lips. The wetness trailed along his whiskers and made him drag in a deep breath before his tongue escaped his muzzle without thought. He opened his eyes to find the drake kneeling in front of him and the heavy cock bobbing just in front of his muzzle. He had a single clear moment of thinking he should pull back when a thick dollop of precum bubbled out of the tip and splashed on the bridge of his muzzle.

Ember groaned out and licked it off with his tongue before going for the scoop shaped tip of the cock. The drake's hands worked down right along the curve of his back as he spread his jaws open and started to let the shaft slip along his tongue. It was so large, it was bigger than anything he had ever wanted to put in his mouth, but the hot taste and pleasured rumble made him lose that thought. It was a pleasure to serve his dragon! It would be a pleasure to let him bury his cock into his muzzle and suckle around it. It would be his duty to tease and lavish his tongue in hot swirls along the barbs that caught against his tongue and his reward would be the syrupy cum that oozed out of the tip.

"Your reward is all of it, my lovely wolf." The bass rumble sent a thrill through him as he started to lose control of himself under the hypnotic strokes along his back.

He flicked his tongue out eagerly to drag right beneath the curve of the knot at the tip and it dragged upwards to tease over the ridge of fleshy barbs. His jaw strained wider as he forced his head down with a hot wet noise as he swallowed and gulped. He tried to control the hot flow of precum and his own saliva as he moved his paws to either side of Sithen's hips and started to roll his own hips up and down. He could feel his cock hard and rubbing against his belly, but he didn't care. Did he? Did he care that he was exposed like this? He swallowed and drove another thick inch of the dragon's cock into his mouth until his jaw was achingly spread and the tip nearly shoved into his throat. He didn't care.

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Mammals were so absolutely helpless in the face of a dragon's magic. The wolf only required a quiet renewing of the mark to rouse the feelings that had been bubbling inside of him at the start. It had rested long enough that it had worked through his body and his magic thrummed just over the surface. Sithen spread his wings with a hiss as the feverishly hot mouth wrapped around his cock and greedily suckled around it. He kept his hands rubbing along the curve of the furred spine to ensure Ember didn't try to bolt away, but his worry of that faded as the moments passed. He could feel the hot greedy pulls of the throat and the tongue that plunged downwards and then stroked up again to rub along the ridge of sensitive barbs.

The drake tilted his head so that the shifting of his iris spread open wide with lustful gold and red. His pupils flared open wide as he watched the body arch and squirm in reaction to the teasing of no more than a talon rubbing up and down along the curve of the back. The dragon flicked his dark tongue out to lick his lips before moving his hand down and caressing along the curve of the jaw. His finger slipped up just enough to gather the copious precum and saliva up on the tip of one finger until the blunt talon gleamed with a thick sheen of the mixture. The wolf whimpered and gave a push forward that made him hiss out as the hot throat began to spread open around his scoop shaped tip and made him flare his nostrils a bit.

Sithen moved the hand that had been rubbing along the curve of the back down to grip the base of the bushy tail and gave it a tug up. Ember didn't struggle against it, but the wolf soon yelped out and tucked his hip in protest when the drake's free hand moved to rub his slippery finger along the dark hidden pucker. He didn't release the tail and instead yanked it up while his hips shoved forward. He forced his thick tip knot into the throat and then drew back so that his barbs could flare open to tease the supple passage. The soft choking sound turned into a higher pitched whimper when he nearly pulled his hips out and the muzzle started to suck down harder and faster.

The dragon moved his talon in circles over the quivering pucker. He could feel it clenched down in protest at the strange touch, but it suited him just fine as he spread the precum all over it and even pushed in to get it just into the opening. The walls remained clamped down while the soft noises from beneath him turned wetter and punctuated with whimpers as he was teased. Sithen's lips curled up in a grin that showed serrated teeth and gave a sudden push forward of his talon to start to spread the pucker open. It was always best to get a slave ready to accept large things early, after all. He would do the youngster no favors by holding back at the start. Not when he planned on doing so much more to him when his body was ready.

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Ember nearly broke away from the trance of pleasure and need the moment he felt something hard and slippery probing at his under tail. The only thing that kept him in place was the threat of that hard length tugging free of his muzzle. He muffled his whimper and pushed his mouth forward hotly around it. His tongue curled up and twisted around the girth and caressed it as he tried to swallow around it. He could feel the saliva drooling out of the corners of his mouth and mixing with the precum, he knew he was making a mess of himself, but he didn't care? Why should he care? His eyes were locked hungrily at the vent as he tried pushing the cock deeper into his maw. If he could only fit the entire thing into his throat.

The pressure on his tail hole grew and grew as the talon shoved hard and he tried to keep his walls clamped down to stop it from entering him. It was a losing battle. The wet slippery digit forced him open and he had to relax as it pushed in slowly. The tapered tip of the talon entered easily, but it rapidly widened and left him awkwardly feeling the pushing shove that made him arch his back up and nearly gag around the cock. Only the dragon's shaft kept his attention focused on something else beside the dull ache as the slippery digit began to plunge deeper and stretch him wider. The intrusion wasn't something he was prepared for and it made his eyes snap open as he tried to squirm his hips forward away from it.

The dragon's hand gripped his hip and suddenly slipped down around his waist. So tantalizing close to his achingly hard cock that he flattened his ears and relaxed when he felt a second talon rubbing against his opening and started to pry him open. With even one finger he felt stretched obscenely wide, but the second one was making him realize that it had only begun. He choked and pushed his muzzle forward before dragging back and tried to lick hotly over the tip of the cock. He felt like a cub begging as he lavished hot kisses over the black flesh and felt drooling precum spilling over his taste buds and the heat flaring along with need. It was almost enough that he didn't yelp out a shrill noise when the second finger forced its way entirely inside of him.

Ember's ears burned hotly as he was fingered so intimately. It wasn't something he had ever imagined happening to him and he had no idea how to react. It was so strange feeling to have the fingers rubbing in and out of him. The pads of them found places that sent shots of pleasure through him, but it was still so awkward. His walls clenched and relaxed as he tried to push the digits out, but Sithen was relentless in shoving them inwards. The wolf didn't even realize what was happening when the hand suddenly moved below his jaw and scooped up the mixture of saliva and precum with one hand. He only knew a brief caress under his chin as the hand wrapped around the black cock and moved away again.

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Tempests the boy was tight! Sithen narrowed his eyes as the muscles clamped and squeezed around his finger. He worked them in and out slowly so that he could feel the spasms that rippled through the muscles in answer to his passing touch. It only made him harder and his desire grow to know that the boy was untouched this way. He could even feel the points when Ember gave over to the pleasure and started to give little dry humps forward before relaxing his hips again. It was so enticingly lovely that he all but crooned as he let his hips roll forward again and draw out. He could feel the wet slime coating his cock as he moved a hand back to rub beneath the worked up wolf's jaw.

It only took a moment to rub around his base and pull forward to gather up that thick slippery stuff. It clung in strands along his fingers and palm, but it was thick enough that it stayed. He stopped only to rumble out a hiss of pleasure as the hot maw clamped down more demandingly around his tip and he felt the wolf starting to bob his head. Each push forward wedged the tip of his cock deeper into that hot textured through making the drake flare his wings and mantle them. The response automatic in reaction to the pleasure as he hid his lovely wolf beneath him. Safe and secure from any who might try to rob him of his harem. The drake snorted at his own primal instincts, but kept his wings spread before attending to the curved grey rump cheeks again.

He moved his hand down to coat the thick saliva and precum over his hand and the tail hole. The goopy drops making his grey scaled digits glisten and oh so slippery slick for what he wanted to do. Once it was coated he moved his hand to wrap just beneath the wolf's stomach, not so close as to tease the hard red shaft, but firmly enough to hold him. He drew his fingers in close and pressed his thumb against them to turn his hand into a wedge shape as he drew his fingers back. They only remained out for a moment before he started to press them inwards. His forearm tensing as he felt the walls suddenly clamp down and heard the wolf's muffled cry around his cock as his finger and thumb tips started to stretch him impossibly wide.

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Ember flattened his ears and nearly yanked his hips away, but he was pinned as the hand started to push inside of him. He could feel the fingers straining his tight anal ring open wider and wider until he felt as if he were being peeled in two. He cried and writhed in protest, but his only answer was a sudden buck forward of the hip. His breath came out raggedly and with each breath was that scent as he tried to struggle and finally had to hold still as he felt himself violated. It wasn't just that it was strange and awkward feeling, but the slippery push of the precum laden hand gave him a strange pleasure. The feel of the dragon pushing precum inside of his tail hole, even if it was by virtue of the hand made his chest leap painfully with triumph.

The wolf swallowed and rolled his tongue beneath the cock before pushing his head forward. He remained tense and trembling as he felt his lips brushing right against the base knot and on the draw out the barbs tickled his throat. The thought rose unbidden that those barbs would feel even stranger inside of him if the drake mounted him. His ears turned a dark red and suddenly he felt the hand pushing harder until he could feel the apex of the knuckles brushing right against his strained pucker. His walls clamped down as he could feel just how thick the knuckles were and panic fluttered inside of him. There was no way he could take that! There was no way he could handle it.

He tried to distract himself by suckling and forcing more of that hot cock inside of his muzzle, but it only worked so far as he felt his legs spreading open wider and wider. His stomach cramped slightly as the knuckles pushed his anal ring inwards and he felt as if he were about to tear apart. He pulled his head back until the cock tip popped free of his mouth and a hot rope of precum splattered over his nose. He yelped out wildly, but Sithen didn't seem to be paying attention to his protests as he panted hard and sharp. It was too big! It was too thick! He wasn't made to take something like that! He wanted to howl the words out in protest, but all that came out was a choked noise.

There was a sense of horrible pressure that built and built before something popped inside of him. He howled out and jerked forward as the fist pushed into his passage. His walls clamped down, they were strained so tight about it, and he trembled as he tried to get used to sensation. His tight pucker clamped down right around the dragon's wrist as the fingers extended themselves and plunged deeper into his passage. He wanted to say something, to beg, anything, something, but suddenly he felt the cock tip shoving right up against his maw again. The slip of the scoop shaped tip gliding over his hot tongue was followed by something even more unexpected. The fingers kneaded and massaged against something inside of him that sent a flare of pure pleasure through him.

Ember didn't know how he did it, but he launched his muzzle forward as he tried to stop his ragged cry as the fluttering caress inside of him became even more apparent. The fingers swirled and danced over some part of him that made his hips jerk forward in short rough thrusts. His eyes wild as he clenched and clutched around the dragon's hand. He didn't care that he was nearly choking on thick pulsing dragon cock, he didn't care that his own cock was slapping against his belly, he didn't even care that his poor ass was stretched so wide that he doubted it would ever be the same. The pleasure was the only thing that mattered. The pleasure was the only thing he was after. The pleasure was the only thing he needed.

He nearly choked as he launched forward and suddenly his muzzle was shoved right up against the drake's belly. HE could feel the scales against his nose as he muffled his almost scream of pleasure as the massaging fingers gave a swirling stroke that sent him humiliatingly over the edge. The base of his cock blossomed open and swelled as if trying to tie with the air and a hot spray of cum erupted out of him to splatter on the floor. He nearly passed out as the pleasure rose up inside of him and dragged him along for the ride. His walls pulsed and milked around the hand that pushed deeper and pulled out until he could feel himself bulging around the wrist. He choked out a groan while humping the air franticly, his cum splattering his chest and even his arms as he was forced to orgasm.

The hips pulled back from his maw and his whimpered desperately as the barbs yanked along his throat. They stung as the spines stiffened outwards and grew less fleshy and harder. He drooled along his chin as the tip knot pulled right against the roof of his mouth and started to swell out. At first he just sucked and swallowed around it, the hot dollops of precum greedily sucked down as he panted and felt the hand sinking deeper into his back side. But soon it grew too large and his jaws started to be forced apart. The bulb pinned his tongue down as it locked just behind his teeth and he yelped out as his jaw ached from trying to hold it. The barbs scraped against the roof of his mouth and tongue as he felt more then heard the vibrating roar of the drake above him.

The tip erupted inside of his mouth in a hot fountain of cum that splattered the back of his throat and he struggled to swallow it. He could feel it drooling from the corners of his mouth where he couldn't quite close his lips. The hot sweet taste clinging to the back of his throat as the drake's cock pulsed and sent out wave after wave that he tried to swallow down while suckling around the tip of the cock. The barbs that plucked against the roof his mouth didn't matter, the ache of his jaw at being forced to tie around the cock didn't matter. He wanted it, he wanted every drop and he shamelessly suckled and pulled as he pushed his head forward to lodge the knot more firmly towards the back of his mouth. It wasn't until the hips finally rolled forward and stopped that he managed to stop bucking back desperately against the hand that worked inside of his passage.

"Enjoy your last erection, little wolf." The voice murmured above him hotly. "You will have little need for it after this evening."

Ember blinked his eyes a little and tried to contemplate the words, but his mind didn't want to. All he knew was the trembling pleasure that made him feel relaxed and almost sleepy. He was floating on the sensations, so even the sudden pull back and the knuckles stretching him as they pulled out didn't get more then a muffled whimper. He could feel his strained anal ring twitching and trying to close in on itself, but it refused to tighten up all the way. His ears flushed to know that he was gaping, but he couldn't get it in himself to care. Just like he couldn't care about the words the dragon had just given. He couldn't rouse himself from the drug like state. He wanted the dragon, he needed the dragon, he wanted to serve. The thoughts rolled through his mind as cloying and thick as the semen that drooled down his throat.