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The Swordsman's Slave for Necross by Draconicon

Normal swords were not a problem for dragons, even in the hands of skilled swordsmen. However, the human that Draconicon faced wielded no normal sword, nor was he a mere skilled swordsman. The mage ducked back, barely avoiding the flat of the blade coming towards his neck as the muscular human continued his advance.

"Heh, I thought that the Mage of the Mountain would be a better challenge."

I would be, if you hadn't brought maginaught; where'd he find that? Draconicon barely threw himself to the side fast enough to avoid getting his arm chopped off by the human's sudden chop, but his robe did not fare so well. He hit the ground with a roll, groaning as the nearby rock continued to sap his magic, too pinned in a corner to be able to break free of its effects.

And his opponent knew it, using his skills and blade to keep the dragon from getting out of reach. The black dragon's robe had been torn apart in multiple places, and every time that he thought he was going to get free, he ended up dodging out of the way of another sword slash that stole another bit of it from him. The formerly ankle length robe now barely reached down to his mid-thighs, and there were holes in it everywhere.

The human was panting a bit as he pointed the sword, and the dragon realized that he was caught in a corner.

"You don't know what you're doing, human."

"The name's Marcus. Marcus Roena. And I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm taking down the kingdom's biggest nuisance, getting a great big sack of gold from the king, and getting a brand new toy for myself."

"I assure you, you're not getting any of that."

"Not like you can stop me."

Just as the human started to shrug, Draconicon leaped forward. He threw his hip to the side, swinging out with his tail in a desperate attempt to knock the human aside and run past him. He might lose his tail, but if he got away, he could regrow it. If he was stuck here -

Marcus reacted faster than he could believe. The swordsman ducked under his tail and swept out with a kick, hitting Draconicon right in the ankles. The human's boots must have been lined with steel or something, because the impact HURT. The dragon went flying to the side, collapsing on his back and rolling off.

He came to a stop, not against a wall, but under Marcus' boot. Groaning as the fighter ground the heel of it against his chest, Draconicon tried to reach up and grab him, but the tip of Marcus' sword at his neck stopped him.

"Ah ah ah. Don't go starting another fight you can't win."

"Bastard."

"Hey, don't go insulting my mother. She might have been a bit eager, but she was a good lady all the same. Now hold still."

The dragon had little choice, what with the blade laying across his throat. He felt something leathery press against his neck, but he didn't know it was a collar until it snapped shut. Worse, he felt a powerful suction against his neck, pulling away his magic. Not just cancelling it, like the maginaught did, but actually taking it away.

No! He grabbed for the collar, but the human kicked his hand away, and this time the dragon growled in pain rather than in surprise. That had hurt a good deal more. Marcus pulled something out of his pockets, snapping it over his wrist. Draconicon saw the gems in it, and realized just what it was.

"A transference system?!"

"You got it. One of the biggest reasons I took this contract; now I got magic to play with instead of just a pet. And what better way to play with a dragon than to show him where he belongs. Under. My. Heel."

Draconicon felt his magic bleed out of his body as Marcus commanded it to do his bidding. The dragon's robe disappeared in a burst of fire, and the human's boots slowly faded away, leaving a pair of fleshy pink feet pressing down on the dragon's chest. Draconicon glared at them, until he felt the magic drain away again, and this time, it pressed into his head. Marcus grinned.

"You know, I've heard of things that you make some of the travelers on your mountain do. Lean down, lick your feet. I think it's time that you started doing that for other people. Maybe I'll take you back to the king and make you act as a personal foot licker to the entire royal court. How would you feel about that? Dragging that tongue of yours along so many 'mere humans' and cleaning them like a little peasant?"

The dragon blushed, but not just from shame and rage. In his head, he could see the images forming, could see the various rulers of the land pulling off their boots and their shoes and shoving their feet in his face. Not even the feet of proper anthros, but of humans, the lower life forms. He could almost smell them...

And he was getting erect from it.

Corrupting me with my own magic...he's no ordinary warrior, he thought as he closed his eyes, trying to fight it. Yet, it was so hard, the images so strong, so vibrant, and no matter how much he summoned his pride as a dragon, he could feel it being eroded by his own magic. But if he could hold on, he might be able to hold himself together through -

"GAH!"

He gasped in shock as the human stepped onto his cock. The feeling of the slick flesh against his shaft had him thrusting upwards immediately, and the sense of the magic in his head grew stronger. Draconicon bit his tongue, but he could already feel the magic sinking in deeper through the cracks that opened.

"What...what are you doing?!"

"Heh, showing you where you belong, you overgrown lizard. Maybe some dragons are nobler than this, but you? You're a pest, and pests belong underfoot."

"I...won't -"

"You'll submit...even if I have to show you just how bad you want to."

The magic burned again, and this time the dragon felt it affecting his body. He stared down at his cock as it slowly began to shrink, pulling further and further in underneath the human's toes. It slid beneath them, and then further down still, the formerly monstrous member shrinking from the foot long length it had to something much tinier. Draconicon could feel it pulling further and further back, from eight inches to six, and then down to a mere four inches, barely more than what a teenager might have.

The human lifted his foot so that Draconicon could see it, as well as the footprint mark left in his scales. He blushed, even as his cock throbbed all the harder. The magic...it was changing him, and he was starting to like it.

"You can't -"

Draining again, and this time Draconicon stared as the human's cock suddenly seemed to fill his pants. Marcus hadn't undressed yet, and the bulge that was at the front of his clothes suddenly seemed much bigger. The thick shaft pressed at the cloth with intense pressure, and Draconicon felt it would rip through if the human didn't make the cloth disappear.

He never got to see that, and he was almost disappointed. But the sight of the suddenly appearing ten inch erection made him stare in shock and awe. While shorter than his previous length, it was still massive, the tip dripping already, and he felt a...a hunger to tend to it.

He was already sitting up when he caught himself, turning his head - but not his eyes - away from the human's cock.

"You...can't..."

"I already have. And I will do more, if I have to."

The magic crawled through his mind like creepers and worms, digging through his brain. Every moment that the dragon had been submissive, had even felt submissive, was dragged up and amplified. The moment when he'd slid his tail into his hole in a moment of curiosity. The moment when he'd looked at a captured merchant and wondered what it would be like on the other end of the foot worship. The day he'd rutted another male from behind and wondered what it would be like on the receiving end. Moments became days, and days became weeks in his memories as they were slowly altered.

His head slowly turned back to the cock before him, even as he fought to keep in mind why he shouldn't. This was a human, a lowly - if sexy - human...he should be holding back, a dragon that should be above this.

Yet it was still a cock, and cocks had to be served.

He shook his head at the thought, but it kept repeating itself. Cocks had to be served. Cocks had to be served. Cocks had to be served. It continued again and again, and slowly, his hands were rising of their own volition to the human's thighs, his face moving ever closer to the human's dripping cock tip.

"That's it, you pesky dragon. Show me that you know where you belong. Under my feet, under my control, under my cock."

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

Draconicon tried to keep his mouth shut. He knew that once he said it, his fate would be sealed. It would open up the last crack the magic needed to change his mind, to convert him, to make him a cock-sucking slut that the human wanted him to be. It would make it almost impossible for him to ever turn back.

But it was impossible. The human had already taken him so far, and the cracks had been opened too wide. His mouth opened, and the impossible words for any dragon to consider spilled from his mouth.

"Yes, master...I belong...under your cock."

"Heh, that's a good boy. Now get sucking."

The dragon leaned forward, even as he felt the magic continue changing him. His hole felt slick and wet, and his hands felt like they were warming and slickening with their own secretions of lube. His mouth opened wide, his teeth growing blunt rather than sharp, and his miniature cock throbbed hard as it was pulled up to his body, held against him rather than hanging down.

His body was the plaything of the master, he realized, and as the magic slowly pulled out of his head, he realized he wouldn't have it any other way. He sucked down the master's cock, bobbing his head around the human's engorged rod, and grinned up at the swordsman that had captured him. The master had done him a favor, and he hoped to please him and thank him for it every day.

The master laid his hand on the dragon's head, and chuckled.

"That's a good boy..."

Draconicon smiled. He would always try to be.

The End