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If I were free and had this, I would have everything I could ever want.. Ember leaned back as he thought those words and felt the chair creak under him.

Those words had haunted him day and night. They had been present ever since the dragon had been called away to a Council session that required his knowledge. The wolf had barely been back in his own mind when the great grey lord had come into the harem room and called him to attention. Ember had barely been able to control himself as the scent and sight roused things inside of him that had everything to do with sex and nothing to do with freedom. He had barely listened as he was given his commands, he had only wanted to drop to all fours and crawl to his Master. He had wanted to push his nose into the tight pants and coax the hardened addictive member out and into his muzzle. Even thinking such things made the wolf tremble from nose to tail.

_I don't know what keeps happening to him. I know they say dragons are magic, but I should be able to resist. _ He stared down at the book he'd been reading and forced his mind away from how his body still reacted to thinking about Sithen.

He'd only found himself returning to some semblance of thought when an equine guard had escorted him into the interior of the harem and a room that he felt had been custom designed to his desires. Books! There were books everywhere from floor to ceiling and from every subject imaginable. They weren't just erotic books or fairy tales such as he would have expected to be owned by a harem, but were exclusively related to politics, current events, government and cultures from around the world. He felt as if he had fallen into everything he could ever hope for in those tomes. He had lost himself in wonder at the workings of nations and reading books written by great leaders he had only ever heard of in passing.

Ember was hungry for that knowledge and the dragon had almost negligently bestowed it on him as a matter of fact. The equine guards made no move to stop him the few times he dragged books into the harem room proper where he could sprawl on silk pillows to read at his comfort. He'd even gone so far as to ask if all the harems boasted such books and they'd seemed almost puzzled he would ask before offering an affirmative. The wolf had been left to his own devices for over a week and had read so many books that he felt weighed down with the knowledge, but still he wanted more. He had scoured the shelves and even found 'hatchling' stories that seemed traditionally the province of dragon kind. The small tales had been amusing and even informative as they gave him glimpses as to dragons in general.

"If I could wish to have everything, it would be in that room." Ember moved his paws up to run through his short furred head and leaned back. "I have well cooked food, servants, all the books I could hope for and a home filled with antiques the likes of which I couldn't even imagine having. And I'm trapped."

He spoke aloud so his voice echoed in the empty room and he felt a breeze flicker through the open curtains to brush along his nearly nude body. He had everything, but he was always reminded of his position here. He had no clothing save long strands of silk that the servants came and forced upon him to wear as a loincloth that did little to hide himself and more to show off the curve of his legs and upper thighs. He was bathed with sweet smelling oils until he could scent sandalwood and cloves each time he fluffed up his fur. He was groomed and given jewels to wear to match the collar that had locked him in this strange world. He had everything, but he was a slave here. He was a sex slave, something he had never even thought imaginable until now. He could have the world if only he would give up his freedom.

"Sir?" A soft voice broke into his thoughts and he lifted his head to see a small blue lizard man-servant standing beside him.

"What?" He snapped the world ungraciously, but didn't truly care. He wasn't feeling gracious, he was feeling confused and stifled.

"I've brought this for you to wear." The servant didn't seem phased by his snapping remark, but only held up a small satin pillow.

The lizard like servants were something he had become accustomed too. They were barely taller than his chest and ghosted around the place as quietly as any ghost. They came in every color of the rainbow and seemed eager to please him, but immune to his bouts of anger and depression. This one held up another bit of jewelry for his inspection, like a dozen other pieces they had pushed on him in the past week. They were always treating him like some oversized doll that they could dress up for their own pleasure and when he refused their small size and large eyes always made him feel as if he was telling a child no. This one carried a small bracelet in the form of a coiled dragon with the mouth holding a thumb nail sized opal. The tail formed a chain that coiled into a ring that ended in a smaller opal. A lovely bit of craftsmanship.

"I suppose you want me to wear that?" He sighed and glanced down at his bare paws. He used to love jewelry, and that same love got him in this position.

"It would look especially fine upon your fur. The gold and silver together." The little lizard chirped and brightened a little. "I can get you a belt to match, it will look lovely."

"No! No no, this is fine, just fine." Ember reached out to pick up the bracelet and ring before the lizard could plan out what else it wanted to stick him in. "I'll wear this, alright?"

"Alright, sir." The servant's face fell slightly in disappointment. "Shall I put away your books?"

"No, I'm not done reading yet." Ember slipped the warmed metal around his wrist and the ring fitted easily over his middle finger. "Why don't you get me some lunch?"

"Oh yes! Yes sir!" The lizard perked up and it practically danced in happiness to be given a chore.

Ember watched the creature leave with a sigh. They always waited on him and they were so blasted happy to do his bidding. They would fix him a lunch that would serve a king, but they wouldn't listen whenever he asked to be let go. They ignored requests for pants and a shirt. They blinked at him when he asked for paper and pencil to write a note to his family. They only obeyed him when the orders were something that was 'fitting' for a harem slave to give. The wolf dropped his head and placed his hand in his paws with a soft groan. What had he gotten himself into? Why couldn't he get free of this place? Why did the dragon even want him here?

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Sithen leaned forward in the carriage to watch his home roll into view and sighed softly under his breath. Not his home, his rented house. He missed his home far more then he could put into words and only part of it had to do with the halls that he was familiar with and the land he claimed as his own. The manor house was given to him by the government to live in while he sat on the Council and dealt with the day to day idiocies that the people could land on his table and he was growing tired of it. Normally his stint in meetings and hammering out trade taxes was only slightly more interesting then the time he spent in his manor and trying to appear busy. This time, though, he had been left having to conceal his urge to tell the government to go to the devil and leaving early. This time he had something waiting for him in his manor.

He had been careful to leave orders for Ember to remain as those he would give any of his harem. His harem wasn't simply for his sexual pleasure, though that was a great deal of it. Those he pulled into his harem were those he would keep for their opinion. Once they had been fully inducted they were as much counselors as they were pleasure. They would learn enough that he could mull problems over with his females and they would give him advice that was more then simply telling him he was overworked. They were those he could unburden the matters of state with entirely, for law made them his own. His property. They weren't allowed to leave their stations, but that made them safe to discuss sensitive matters with. There were no secrets within the bounds of the harem room.

Once a dragon became older, they lost the chance to have close friends or even companions he could unburden himself with. Other dragons were a source of challenge and one could lose their status if they let an unwise word drop. Out of that need, they had started to allow their harem to become advisors, lovers, mates, confidents and any number of other things. It was a move that Sithen entirely agreed with. He had no wish to find himself talking to walls and half of the problem he had in his current position was he had no one to talk with or to advise him. Or even amuse him past the tumble of a moment. Once a female joined a harem, she lived there. They were not allowed outside the bounds of the harem rooms of that manor. He could bring none with him. So he had ensured that the wolf he'd acquired was introduced to the state a harem normally was run in. His orders had been left that Ember was to be given all the privileges of any harem girl.

_And eat. Oh yes, and eat. I cannot keep him as he is, lovely though he is. _ Sithen turned the idea over in his mind and leaned back in his seat as the carriage came to a halt.

No, he couldn't leave the wolf as he was. It was unheard of. Oh, some young males took pleasure in other males and there was no shame in it. It was something that one did when one needed to scratch an itch or two dragons were especially close. But they were not members of the harem. Ever. That would be giving them too much leeway and he had no intention of becoming the source of gossip by keeping a male wolf as a harem member here. The storm dragon twitched his tufted tail back and forth lightly as he watched the manor loom closer and the horses began to slow down in their trot. While he was gone the wolf should have eaten enough to make him susceptible. The non-magic creatures always were so terribly hard to turn, but enough of the right herbs and it would allow him to work his will. Enough time and he would be able to have his way.

Such a lovely creature. So ordinary on the one hand and yet so enticing. The dragon licked his scaled lips. I think I will enjoy my homecoming indeed.

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Ember blinked fuzzily at the small lizard servant as he was dressed in a length of dark blue silk that hugged around his hips and spilled down to trail along the floor like a train. It was uncomfortable and heavy with the silver buckles that went around his waist. The heavy links made it awkward to move and even more awkward to try and keep the silk loin cloth from being weighed down and flashing portions of himself he did not want flashed. He'd been woken up from a sound sleep by the servants and forced into the outfit and now submitted to jewelry to being applied to his wrists and even along his neck despite the silver color that was locked firmly in place. He had no idea what was going on and the lizards made no sense when he asked.

"I will not wait. Be damned waiting, Myrr!" A horrifyingly familiar voice snarled from across the room. "I'll be perfectly happy even if he is half dressed."

"Master, but we are applying the jewelry-" A lizard piped up in answer, Myrr, Ember assumed, but that wasn't what made him swallow and tremble. Sithen had returned.

"You can bedeck and bejewel him for my pleasure later." The dragon snarled again, but this time it almost seemed with amusement.

Ember didn't have any more time to try and brace himself for what was going to happen. The door slammed open and the wolf yelped out despite himself as the large grey form stood framed in the flickering gas lights. The scales caught the flames and cast a gold hue while large multi-hued eyes locked on him and held him in place. The wolf wanted to snarl defiantly or to do anything, anything to make it plain that the dragon wasn't welcome. His body however trembled and his nose quivered at the faint scent of the dragon on the air. The unmistakable sparks of magic that seemed to come part and parcel with the creatures. He wanted so much to do something, anything, to keep himself from giving in, but he couldn't stop that stab of reaction.

"Ember." Sithen's voice rolled his name in a way that made parts of the wolf's body tense up and a soft whimper spilled past his throat. "You as dismissed, Myrr. You will leave us for the evening."

"Yes, Master." The small bronze colored serpent gave a nervous look towards his Master, but didn't argue as he bolted. Nor did the ones that had been bedecking the wolf in finery for the dragon's pleasure. The wolf's tail dropped down as he realized he was alone. Alone with the creature that seemed to hold the keys to his very will.

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Sithen let his eyes slide along the wolf's body the way he might look at a perfectly made meal when he was particularly hungry. The silk loincloth wasn't broad, it was designed for a female and showed off the curve of the hips. They were too masculine, but they wouldn't be for long. The chest and fur had been brushed and groomed until it looked as soft as down. The grey colors were set off with gold and silver jewelry that had been used in an attempt to make him glitter the way any harem girl would for her Master. The wide amber eyes stared at him with obvious fear hidden in their depths, but that only made the drake suppress a throaty purr of pleasure. Fear was good. If the wolf had whined and come towards him pleadingly he would have lacked the will to truly belong to the dragon.

"Come here, my wolf. Come here and greet your Master." The drake subtly reached out to stroke the link that bound them together. "Let me see that you have been cared for in my absence."

Ember all but trembled and fought, but he stepped forward and started to approach. The muscles quivered as they tried to resist the command, but there was just enough of the dragon's magic in him to ensure obedience in that much. Sithen wished to control the body completely, but the mind, the mind he would hone and train slowly. The storm dragon ran a magical touch over the wolf and tasted the warm tinge of malleable magic that had been building through the herbs and food he had been treated with. The jewelry had their own spells to help enhance the energies. If the wolf had been a dragon or gryphon or unicorn he might have been able to use them, but he was only a wolf. He was as disconnected from the magic as any creature could be.

"Master." The wolf nearly spat out the word as he came to a trembling halt in front of the dragon. Sithen rumbled a soft laugh deep in his throat.

"Such rage, such vibrant anger." He reached up to cup the furred muzzle in the palm of his hand. "Do you think you have been treated so badly? Have you been beaten, harmed or ill used?"

"I have been made a prisoner!" Ember's body shook as Sithen trailed his claws along either side of the jaw line. "I have b-been forced to pleasure you."

"Is that all? I give you knowledge, good food, clothing and wealth at your beck and call. And you are upset that you have been used for my pleasure?" Sithen raised one brow and watched the wolf's muzzle twitch as he drew in a trembling breath. "Then I will rectify such things immediately."

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Ember gaped at the dragon and barely understood what was being said. Rectify the situation? He was going to be set free? He nearly yelped with job, but it was joy that was short lived. He nearly embarrassed himself by exhibiting his excitement at being set free, but, like so many things in this strange situation, the offer was not what it seemed. The drake's touch along his jaw shifted down to stroke over the collar before one claw hooked into a ring and pulled the wolf forward. He stumbled and moved his paws out to brace himself and to his horror he found himself pressing his paws right against the plated chest. His ears flicked back against his head and he muffled a soft whimper as he drew in the warm spicy scent of the drake.

"Please, I just want to be free." He whimpered out the words and was well aware of how pathetic he sounded. He wanted to be free! And, yet, part of him cried out a denial at what he wanted.

"I will free you, Ember." Sithen purred the words as the claw that had hooked in his collar gave a pull forward.

The wolf was barely able to catch himself as he was dropped down into one of the piles of pillows that dotted his jail. The silk brushed against his back the moment the claw release his collar and he was left staring up at the powerful dragon. The wings had extended slightly to either side and made Sithen seem larger and more powerful then before. The faint taste of musk on the air sent a tremor down his spine before the dark shape dropped down above him. He flinched involuntarily, nearly ready to bolt away as he expected the drake to remove his clothing. He didn't want to do it again! He didn't want to find his muzzle wrapped around the hard cock and suckling it. He didn't want to do it, but his body flushed with need for it. The warring emotions were so extreme that he squeezed his eyes shut against them.

"Since your grievance is you have served me, then I shall give you a great gift." The dragon's voice seemed to purr through his mind and suddenly he felt the scaled digits deftly unhooking his belt.

"What?!" He squirmed a bit and wiggled back as the belt fell to either side of his waist and the length of silk that protected his modesty was dragged away to reveal his soft furred sheath and orbs. "I said I wanted to be free! This is not free!"

"It is more freedom then you have ever dreamed of, my wolf. And my greatest gift to you." The rainbow hued iris' shifted and spread open to reveal colors as dark as the finest rubies and garnets.

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Fear and need. Those two emotions rolled over the dragon's mind as sweet as apple wine and nearly as pleasurable as he looked down at the naked loins. The magic was there. It was enough magic to work one great spell and it was one he had only done a handful of times. He moved his paw down to run his thumb right along the heaviness of the sheath and brushed it upwards with a slow sweeping stroke before pulling down again. Not so large as a dragon, but not bad. It wasn't to his tastes, but he could change that easily enough. Ember let out a muffled protesting noise as he rubbed his thumb down again and tugged against the sheath. A hint of dark red shaft pushed out of the tip to greet the drake's attention.

Many magics required certain spells and preparations, but not this one and never to a dragon. He drew on his own energy and spilled the magic along his tongue as he lowered his head downwards towards the sheath. Sithen blew out a hot rush of breath to caress around the tip and felt the magic inside of the wolf answer him with a flare. The result came in a sharp cry from above him and the furred back bowed upwards. A few more glistening inches of the wolf's cock pushed outwards in reaction to the heat and energies that were being called forth. The attempts to squirm away stopped and he felt the form beneath him almost go limp the moment the drake extended his long tongue and brushed it right along the tapered tip.

The magic in him and in the wolf joined together like thick sticky candy. The strands of energy clung to each other at the mark where his tongue caressed and created warmth as he started to lick downwards with slow steady movements. He didn't just lick, he pulled and dragged the energies that built inside his slaves body towards the loins. He lured it and coaxed it as the wolf's cock started to throb and harden to the point that the thickest portion of the base pushed itself free and forced the sheath down in folds around it. Ember whimpered from above him and he felt the paws scrambling to find something to hold onto at either side of pile of silk pillows.

Oh lovely wolf, you shall be a wonder...

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Ember muffled a howling cry as the heat grew from the tongue that stroked along his cock. It was nothing like anything he had ever experienced. The stroke of the tip was so gentle, but the effect was on par to feeling a hot suckling maw wrapping around him. He leaned his head up to see the drake was concentrating entirely on stroking him with the slippery tongue tip in slow smooth strokes that ran from his very base all the way to his tip. Each time the tongue rubbed over his glans the wolf nearly moaned out and bucked his hips up to try and stab into the muzzle. He was barely able to control himself as his body seemed to be alive with sparks and heat that flared and pulsated. All of it was directly related to his loins and left him gasping in short shallow breaths.

"W-what.. are.. you.. doing.." He got the words out even with the tongue that circled around his tip.

Sithen didn't answer, not with words. The tongue curled right around the wolf's glans and Ember arched up with a shallow cry. He couldn't stop himself from pushing against the heat as it spiked along his spine and everything felt hot and swollen. His heart was pounding so fast that he could barely control it, but the sensation only grew as the tongue pulled the cock inwards slowly and steadily. The strands of saliva clung against him while the tongue coiled around his girth and gave a slow pulling caress that made him dig his paws harder against the pillows. It was almost too pleasurable. He couldn't even concentrate long enough to wonder why he didn't orgasm right then and there. He didn't concentrate on anything except the need that rolled through him and grew sharper and sharper.

The hot suckling muzzle worked slowly. It pushed downwards while the tongue started to give strong milking pulls that felt as if they were doing more than just teasing him. They pulled and he felt his stomach tighten and he let out a sharp barking cry before the tongue pushed down again and pulled up. Each slow suckle built the heat along his cock until his world centered around his member. Nothing mattered. He didn't care if the dragon was touching him like this, he just cared that.. that.. he didn't even know what he cared about! His mind felt robbed of sense as the flashing heat built to an apex as the muzzle lifted upwards slowly. His cock pulsed and throbbed in reaction to the powerful oral muscles to stroked all the way up along the tapered tip and squeezed out a drop of precum.

"Gods!" He yelped out when the lips pulled away and his tongue lolled out shamelessly from his muzzle.

Ember stared down as the dragon went back to licking and pushing against his cock. With each lick the heat seemed to grow more concentrated, as well as the pleasure, but that wasn't all. He tried to rouse horror in himself, but he could only feel a thread of fear past the growing lust as his cock started to grow smaller. It was as if the powerful strokes of the dragon's tongue were licking it away. Each time it pulled from the tip all the way down it grew smaller, thinner. It pulled back towards the sheath while the wolf struggled and arched up desperately for more sensation. It was beyond him to care that each time he eagerly pushed at the muzzle more of his cock was lost. How could he care as long as the aching, near painful pleasure continued?

Sithen's vibrant red eyes rolled up to stare at him when the dragon pulled his tongue down and forced it into the pouch of Ember's sheath. The slippery penetration was so foreign he didn't know what to do about it, all he could think was it touched new sensitive nerve endings as his heavy boned shaft seemed to melt before his eyes and disappear along the top of his sheath. The dragon didn't stop plunging his tongue down, in fact it pushed and tugged harder against the pouch until Ember leaned his head back and yowled out when it felt the skin melting beneath it. It didn't just melt, it was reforming and it made his toes curl as new nerves and new places were exposed to the caressing flamed heat of the tongue that probed him.

He forced himself to lift his head as his tongue lolled out long enough to brush his upper chest and his heart pounded in his ears. He looked down at the pale furred length of his body and saw the tongue pushing against his sheath, but not his cock. It was pushing so hard against the sheath that the fat lips of the opening started to change and swell to either side as it was forced downwards. Only the sudden roiling sensation of pressure made him realize that it wasn't just the tongue reshaping him in small ways. The wolf twisted on the pillows as his once proud orbs pulled upwards slowly and were compressed into his body. His stomach started to remake itself, realign itself and all Ember could think was because of the dragon's tongue.

"Please.. gods.. please.." He panted out the words, the harsh breath that came out made them sound almost airy.

The dragon rolled his eyes up to look at him before the powerful paws gripped either side of his upper legs and gave a sudden pull. Ember yelped out as his hips were forced up in the air and his lower body was rolled upwards towards his chest. He was angled just enough he could see the pouting Y shaped folds the dragon was working his tongue around. The fur faded away to leave the dark glistening lips bare to the light and the tongue tip tickled over them. The wolf gaped at himself... herself? HERSELF?!

"NO!" She cried out the words, but it was too late. Too late to stop what was happening, too late to even tear her eyes away from the sight of her newly formed mound and the broad thick tongue.

Sithen's rumbled laughter accompanied the sudden hot stab as that slippery hot tongue plunged into her clutching virginal passage. She arched her back and scrabbled, she wanted to pull away. She wanted to bolt, but the hot tapered tip worked its way deep inside of her and caressed along the newly formed walls. The pleasure pushed higher as wetness escaped around the tongue and she could even smell the hot sweet scent of female on the air. The heat that had built on her loins exploded over her as the thickest portion of the base forced her open wider and her untrained passage clamped down around the oral muscle and suckled around it. She wanted to sob, she wanted to flee, she wanted to deny what was happening, but the tongue held her in place as Sithen explored her changed body to slow deliberate curls of his tongue.

The rasping top of the tongue pushed upwards until she felt it grate along a spot she had never had before. She curled her legs against the dragon's shoulders and let out a howling cry as the tongue began to work back and forth over the spot. A tremor rocked through Ember and she bucked her hips up and felt the wetness escaping her newly formed sex. The hot scent of it wouldn't let her forget she was impaled on the oh so eager tongue of her master, but as the need and heat grew she didn't care. She gulped in a breath as her stomach started to clench down and she bucked her hips up in a short hard movement that let her feel the scaled muzzle grinding right down against her clit before she lost control of herself.

The orgasm tore through her, unlike any she had experienced as a male. Her muscles contracted and squeezed tightly around the tongue that had changed her. She pulled around it and tried to coax it in deeper as the heat washed along her torso and her heart hammered against her chest. Her own slippery heat coated the tongue and muzzle both as she pushed back on her shoulders so her entire lower body was suspended by the powerful paws that clenched against her upper thighs and savored her test. Not even the feel her chest softening and body growing padded under the magic stopped her from grinding and trying to milk the tongue of something that never came.

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Sithen pulled his tongue out of the still quivering wolf with a lewd slurping sound before he flicked the tip up to lick along his lips. The hot heady taste of wolf clung there, sweet and feminine. It was just what he had wanted. He looked over the collapsed form on the pillows, the bare modest breasts resting along the upper chest, the sweep of the hips, and the soft mound that still glistened with his saliva and her arousal. His magic had called the shape forth, his tongue had guided and forced whatever was male to be pushed away, but she had worked part of the magic.

The drake moved his paw out stroke along her thigh and his claws left furrows through the fur as he stroked all the way down to her knee. Transformation magic didn't just work with one controlling the change, the one who was changed had to give themselves over to that shape to seal it. And, oh how she had given herself over to it. The powerful virgin muscles that had clamped around his tongue had nearly driven him into yanking his tongue free to rut her right then and there. Only an iron will had held him back to drive her into pleasure. There would be time to take her thoroughly and completely, time to ensure that she went through her first heat with his body taming it and claiming it..

"Sleep well, my wolf." He rumbled and let her nestle into the silk pillows. "Soon, soon I will make you truly mine."

She was a wonder....