At the Master's Table - Art by Beralin, Story by Torin Otter

Story by Torin_Otter on SoFurry

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Gift art for Bahakha . Two warriors of the Light are enslaved when they try to slay a demon lord who's too much for them. Had a blast writing this--it's really fun writing from a picture for inspiration! Hopefully there will be more to come!

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Art (c) Bahakha

Story (c) Torin_Otter


The hiss of the range sizzled in Neif's ears, and his stomach growled as the smell of seasoned meat reached his nostrils. The blue dragon hadn't eaten in days, his mouth watering as his lips met Feyal's. He could feel the drool on the red lizard's tongue as they messily kissed.

Neif was humiliated at how normal the scene had become. The two reptiles' new home was a small, padded stool, on which Neif was bound, straddling its seat, his overused ass dripping cum down the enchanted, vibrating dildo shoved deep inside it. Locked with irons in a shameful embrace with Feyal--one meant for lovers, not comrades--Neif was buried to the hilt inside the lizard, forced to rape him all day, every day, with no exceptions. At least, there would be no exceptions as long as Neif's wrists were locked at the small of Feyal's back, Feyal's wrists and ankles cuffed about the dragon's neck and waist. The stool was built so it could be wheeled to the gigantic feasting table whenever Master needed their mouths. But Master Anaxos was busy with his daily debauchery and corruption, so Neif and Feyal were left to fuck one another while the less unfortunate slaves prepared the demon lord's evening feast. A completely typical day for them.

They had been Neifargis and Feyalen, the premier warrior swordsman and mage of the Order. Together, the two of them had been unstoppable, ridding the land of its foulest abominations, smiting demons and sealing away ancient evils. When Anaxos had begun terrorizing the land, it had been a simple mission to purge another demon from existence. Neif and Feyal had been the perfect choice; with their years of devil-slaying experience and their combined level of sheer power, they were unstoppable.

But everything had gone very, very wrong. Anaxos was a demon lord--a being of a caliber far beyond anything they had ever faced. Neif and Feyal might as well have been children against him... How horrible that feeling had been when Neif saw Feyal's magic manipulated, twisted, corrupted; the mage's shocked expression as he was bound by his own tendrils of energy had made Neif feel truly terrified. The fear had grown worse when the dragon tried his counterattack. With a lazy--LAZY!--flick of his giant hand, Anaxos knocked Neif's sword, the bane of all demons' existence, high into the air. Neif could have sworn that the demon yawned before flicking his hand again, and the blue reptile watched in horrible shock as his prized blade exploded into dozens of pieces.

It was at that point that Neif knew they had no hope of defeating Anaxos. He had been ready to accept death, but the demon had something much, much worse planned for them. Neif watched helplessly as Anaxos throttled Feyal in his huge fist, dragging the screaming mage close for the most brutal fuck the dragon had ever seen. He couldn't believe that the demon made his monstrous length fit; even the lizard's thighs were smaller than the brutal cock!

Then, with Feyal tossed aside and soaked in demon seed, it was Neif's turn. Though the dragon was a good head taller than his comrade, he felt like he was being torn apart by Anaxos's sheer girth. He had felt great pain before, there was no doubt about that, but he had never imagined anything could fill him with so much agony. He had screamed even louder than Feyal, which only seemed to excite the demon even more.

From that day onward, Neif and Feyal lived as slaves to Anaxos. First were the terrible dark rituals, where the demon lord took ownership of their souls, binding the holy warriors to his rule. Anaxos possessed powers that seemed second only to the Dark One himself, and it wasn't long before the two warriors' bodies were altered to fit his perverse desires. It was the ultimate blasphemy--the two warriors had spent their lives serving the Light, but now they had to live each day, sodomized by the demon as well as each other, dozens of times a day. Anaxos had made their bodies crave it, and though their minds tried to stop, they still needed it--Feyal needed Neif's cock in his ass, and Neif needed to taste his partner's mouth; it was the hunger they had been cursed with, and it was too strong to stop them from betraying the Light. And compounding that was the physical hunger the two slaves were forced to endure. It was another blasphemy; Anaxos had done something to their bodies and souls, something unholy. It was what made them able to go weeks eating nothing but demon cum yet still look as if they ate and lived well. It was what made Anaxos's other slaves, the ones who had served for centuries, still look as if they were in their twenties. It was as if Anaxos himself had corrupted the warriors' fates, somehow made the stool in the corner of the dining hall their destiny. And that's what terrified Neif most of all.

The smell of the cooking meat filled Neif with longing, and it became too much, mixing with the sexual desire that burned in him. He squeezed and bucked hard, hearing Feyal cry out at his grip--the iron bar that held his arms into their forced embrace was digging into the red reptile's back--and he came hard, Feyal's ass more than easy to fuck from the cum of countless orgasms that coated the former mage's insides. The lizard cried out, a high-pitched whine, but Neif interrupted it with another passionate kiss, his tongue snaking around every inch of Feyal's mouth. He caught a glimpse of Feyal's eyes rolling upward, and then came the familiar, warm sensation of the lizard's seed splattering over both their chests, the orgasm so intense that a spurt of cum hit Neif on the chin.

"That was quite the release, wasn't it, little meatbag?" The two slaves froze, eyes wide as they pulled apart, a string of saliva forming as if trying to keep them connected but breaking onto Neif's cummy face. A large shadow appeared near them, though it seemed to have no owner. From the shade, an enormous figure rose and began to form. First it was just amorphous and green, but, like a faraway image slowly coming into focus, a powerful body took shape. It soon became their Master, completely naked and erect, his brutish face grinning hungrily down at them, featureless eyes glowing as he surveyed his prized cocksuckers.

It had been debauchery today, Neif noticed, unable to take his eyes away from the gigantic cock before them, which dripped with cum from a session with some unfortunate soul. Just as hatred and fear of the giant phallus filled him, so did the irrepressible desire to lick and worship it. He wanted it--he had to have it! But still he did NOT want it, hated it, hated himself for wanting it. A moan from Feyal told him that the lizard was going through a similar struggle.

Not that they had any choice in the matter. Huge hands gripped the back of their heads and wheeled the stool to their Master's groin. "My slaves..." Anaxos sighed, pushing their faces into his groin. Neif was the unlucky one--the leftover cum from the demon's previous fuck slopped onto his face and lips as he kissed his Master's cock. The other hand guided Feyal's face underneath Anaxos's balls. "How eager you have become to worship your Lord Anaxos!"

"Yes, Lord Anaxos, we exist to please you!" chirped Feyal between licks to the demon's heavy sac. Though Neif kept kissing and licking, anger flared up inside him at his partner's words. This was not their fate! It couldn't be! They fought for the Light! Feyal was the weak one; Neif was not going to let himself betray the Light any more! It took every ounce of the dragon's will, but he managed to pull his tongue away from the demon's cock, panting as he did so.

"The--the Light... will prevail..." was all Neif could say before the temptation grew too great. Like a magnet, his tongue darted back to the surface of the penis, and his body felt humiliatingly comforted at the familiar flesh.

The hand gripped Neif by a horn and rubbed his nose deep into the flesh of the Master's groin. As demon musk made the dragon's head swim, he could hear Anaxos's guttural laughter, a low and mirthless sound. "It really is amusing how many of the slaves from your precious Order say that. Order hunting was very good today, incidentally. Five converts--two suitable to serve me as you do, the other three... well, the other three will not be quite so fortunate." There was that rumble of laughter again, right as two serving slaves bore a platter of meat onto the table, then scurried back to the kitchens. Neif had never seen meat like that before his capture, and couldn't help but wonder, not for the first time, if it had anything to do with the "unfortunate" slaves of which Anaxos spoke. Regardless of what the meat was, it was one of the most wonderful things Neif had ever smelled, and his stomach gave a grumbling whine of longing.

The demon lord tore a leg from the roasted... thing and messily tore off a chunk of it with his fangs, smacking his lips. Shadows gathered around his other hand, his eyes glowing an intense gold. Suddenly, an intense burning made Neif pause in his licking to gasp, and he didn't need to look behind him to know that the runes on his dildo had begun to glow. It was punishment for his outburst, he knew, and immediately the dildo began plunging deep in and out of him, fucking him of its own accord. It was like fire inside him and incredibly painful, but somehow he was able to feel pain and intense arousal at the same time. "How those warriors screamed when I claimed their bodies today. They all do... But none of them like you, slave," Anaxos said while chewing, saliva dripping from his mouth onto the reptiles' faces. Anaxos guided Neif's snout to the base of his cock, and, though the dragon was furious, he was unable to fight back. With the dildo ramming deeper and deeper, Neif was having trouble doing much more than moaning and licking and fucking Feyal, whose insides were suddenly warm again. That wonderful but wrong feeling of warm wetness trickled down Neif's cock, which was already hard and fucking again as he worshiped his Master. "I think you need to feel me inside you again tonight, worm. But that will have to wait until after dinner." The dildo gave one final plunge into the dragon, making him cum again, his partner's toeclaws curling so hard they scratched at Neif's tail.

Neif was not looking forward to feeling his Master inside him again. Again he tried to resist his body's hunger for his Master, but then a drop of grease fell from the drumstick and splattered onto the demon's throbbing cock. Immediately both slaves went for it, their tongues touching. Neif was the stronger of the two, and he pushed Feyal's head aside to slurp up the glob of delicious liquid. He didn't care that it was tinged with cum; he was starving, and he was going to eat, damn it! Continuing his licks up the giant cock, he caught a glimpse of Feyal's hurt, hungry expression. It didn't matter--one of them had to eat, and that one was going to be Neif.

There was another big smacking of demon lips, more droplets of carnal drool landing on and trickling down Neif's face. "What's this?" Anaxos said between gnashing bites of the drumstick. "Are my slaves hungry? We can't have that, can we?" The dragon eyes never left the leg of meat as it was lowered, its grease dripping down his Master's abdomen and groin. Neif knew that trying to taste their god's food would be suicide, and he could hear Feyal's hungry whines from the other side of the cock. The drumstick pressed against Anaxos's shaft and began smearing the sticky grease all over its throbbing, veiny surface. "Lick it clean, my slaves," the demon chuckled, his saliva splashing onto the top of Neif's head.

The dragon hated it, hated his Master, hated Feyal, hated himself, hated that evil cock, but the cummy grease was the most delicious thing his tongue had ever sampled, and he couldn't stop his body from slurping it up, his tongue fighting with the lizard slave's to swallow every last drop. The shaft was clean within seconds, but still both reptiles licked, desperate to find one more drop of the grease. Its taste on his tongue overloaded his body, and while the meat's aroma earlier had caused him to cum, the taste and the dildo and his Master's cock sent him into throes of ecstasy. He lost track of how many loads he emptied into Feyal, or how many with which the lizard painted his chest, but it was a lot, and soon the two of them were covered in their own cum, before Anaxos had climaxed even once. Neif could feel it trickling down between his legs and his chest, aroused and ashamed at his arousal. He made one more effort to pull away, to tell the demon that the Order would find a way to triumph, that one day Anaxos would be vanquished, that Neifargis was a knight of the highest rank and would not be conquered, but the demon tossed his drumstick bone to the floor and forced their faces over his cockhead, with one simple command: "Worship."

That was all it took. Neif opened wide, his tongue intertwining with Feyal's as they worshiped their Master as hard as they could. Anaxos casually reached for the other drumstick from the feast table, his noisy bites punctuated with drool that dripped onto Neif's messy face. The dragon saw Feyal's eyes shift upward, and his eyes followed. Using his free hand, Anaxos had begun lewdly squeezing his own nipple, his growls increasing in both volume and saliva. Neif shared a glance with his lizard partner--they knew what this meant. Their licks made their way to the base of Anaxos's glans, their tongues dragging back and forth downwards as the demon's growls grew and the dildo began its fucking again. It wasn't long before their Master came, his spurts shooting high into the air before landing on the slaves' faces. Following Anaxos, Neif thrusted again, spraying his newest load into Feyal, who shot one of his own so hard that it splattered on the dragon's face.

The reptiles heaved with panting breaths, but they were Anaxos's cock worshipers, so they weren't allowed rest. Neif was growing too tired to resist anymore. And really, what was the point? Every time he tried, he was interrupted by what he was doing now--obsessively lapping at the demon lord's cock, the cock that was his life. As Feyal had said, their reason for existence. Suddenly, another drop of grease--again Neif was able to push Feyal aside and lick it up. Again the lizard looked at him, defeated, and Neif felt triumphant. His cock was hard inside his fellow slave once more, and he let his body fuck Feyal. A quick glance at the table revealed over a dozen platters that had been set out by the servant slaves when they had been distracted. The smell was overpowering, and he knew from experience that Anaxos would have them worship him for the entire duration of his meal. Wrapping his tongue around the base of his Master's cock, Neif messily slurped up its length, Feyal's mouth not far behind. It was already shaping to be a long night, and Neif had no choice but to do the only thing he could: worship Master Anaxos.