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Possessive Crush

By Whitepython

Why did he accept to do that? No matter how hot that dragon was and how intense was the crush he had on the reptile. There are things that one should not mess with no matter what.

Barialdo the Black Wolf/Anubian Jackal hybrid was tucked up in his bed after a long night. He was tired, but he struggled to sleep. Since he left that forest, he felt like a soft voice was trying to sneak into his mind. The canine realized that it was useless to force himself to sleep. He decided to fetch a glass of water to clear out his mind.

He pushed his brown bed sheets away and made his way to the door when he felt a soft tingle to caress the back of his head.

"...Come back and sleep for me..."

It was a soft voice, almost like a seductive whisper, yet it was clear enough to be understood. He suppressed a gasp as he looked around. He realized that he was alone. The demonic ritual he went through a couple of hours ago was getting on his nerves. He hated that all of the protection candles turned off by themselves in the middle of the ritual. He hesitated to call Byrgul. That dragon was responsible for this. He decided against it since he supposed the reptile was asleep. It was no use to annoy the blue and black dragon.

"Leave me alone and let me sleep!" Barialdo spoke towards the empty room in frustration. He hoped that doing this would bring silence and would put his hyperactive imagination to rest.

"You called me forth, and here I am mortal. Ready to give you what you desire."

The Wolfackal rushed to turn on the lights. He found himself alone in his bedroom after the light he ignited casted the darkness away. The voice he heard was almost like it came from inside his own mind. His own thoughts were sharing the same place with the demonic sounding voice.

"W... who are you?!"

"You know this very well invoker. You pronounced my name several hours ago."

"G... go where By...Byrgul is!" The wolf strutted. He was afraid of the supernatural presence. "I don't have any bu... business with you."

"I do have so many things to sort out with you. I'm sure you need a demon to guide you through the real path of having a mate like the other mortal requested. I am an ancient demon. I know so many things that mortals could never imagine."

The Wolfackal remembered the straight Dragon had the intentions to dominate this demon and use his powers to find himself a lover.

"I am not interested. L...Leave me alone!" the canine spoke with the hopes of getting rid of the entity he was so afraid of. After all, Barialdo wasn't interested in a girlfriend. His tastes were more along big and strong masculine reptiles with cocky personalities like Byrgul was.

"The only way for me to go is to finish the contract established in the ritual. Otherwise, I will be bound to you for the rest of your life."

Barialdo disliked the idea of being chased by the demonic voice forever. While the Wolfackal didn't know a thing about demons, that statement made sense to him. Finish the contract, and the demon won't have any more businesses with you.

"Give me your advice then leave me alone," The canine accepted with the hopes of getting rid of the entity.

"Call forth my name three times then, mortal. Allow my entrance into your place so we may do what I came here to do."

Barialdo took a deep breath. He had to calm down so he could handle this unexpected situation. He moved away from his door to follow the instructions given to him.

"Ingethrel, Ingethrel, Ingethrel." The Wolfackal spoke the name he learned from the dragon a couple of hours ago in that forest.

Under his brown bed covers, Barialdo saw a tower rising underneath them. The canine walked backward in shock. His heart beat fast once again as his legs and hands went cold. It was like a two meters tall statue spawned over his mattress and was covered with his bed sheets.

The figure pulled a clawed and scaled hand from under the brown cover to reveal himself.

He was presented with a Tyrannosaurus-Rex at first sight. However, the demon also had the features of a lizard: his head wasn't as broad as a saurian head. The edges of his small eyes were smooth like the ones on his muzzle was. For Barialdo, this demon looked like a thick lizard with some Tyrannosaurian features.

The top of the demon's head gave room to a pair of horns which were curved inwards and formed some sort of circle. But the horns weren't a perfect circle. They created a strange zigzag pattern.

Ingethrel wore a pair of golden shoulder pieces shaped to look like reptilian heads which looked like made of solid gold. He also wore a dark cape under the shoulder pieces which covered most of his body, but the black cloth exposed his strong and thick legs.

Any sensation of fear in the canine slipped off of his thoughts. This demon was so much better looking than what he could have imagined.

"Master Ingethrel is going to show you how to fulfill that desire he read in your soul during the ritual."

As the demon spoke. The Wolfackal noticed that those reptilian lips remained frozen. This demon has been talking into his mind.

"N... now tell me. What is that thing you have to tell me?"

"My dear pet. You know the exact thing that you need. Do not try to deceive me in the same way you lie to yourself. For I am an ancient and powerful demon."

Barialdo wasn't sure what this entity was up to. He was sure that the voice the demon in his mind had changed. It was more dominant, yet more seductive now.

The Rexzard moved his right hand over the cloak clasp which hung in between his pectorals. He untied the chain, and the rest of the cape fell to the floor. This revealed what the demon hid under his dark and royal cloak.

The reptile had a pair of tight and firm pectorals that reflected the light in the room. Under them, he had a small gut that protruded from his waist. Under his gut, he had a dark and erected maleness. It was curved upwards and displayed several ribs from the base all the way up to its small and triangular glans.

Barialdo felt his canine cock almost erecting on the spot and to throb at the rhythm of his increasing heartbeat. He swallowed as his whole body froze. His canine snout found hard to not to drool at the sight before him.

He was quite vulnerable to this because his dragon crush had asked him to abstain himself from any sexual activity for a full week. This would give him a commanding presence at the ritual.

"Now mortal. Can you see what you need to make your life complete? Or do I have to show it to you?"

"I... I... Please show me..." the Wolfackal felt his belly and sheath tingling in pure arousal. His taste for masculine reptilian males took over. All he did when he was alone and horny at home was to browse for pictures and movies with reptilians displaying their masculine endowments and putting them to work. He has always had a lust for scales. All thanks to his crush Byrgul. But since his crush was a straight dragon, everything was always a fantasy.

He was too shy to take any action further than browsing the web for pictures. He was afraid to find a suitable reptile just to find out that he couldn't keep their attention. Reptiles were always a bottled fire in the back of his mind. He wanted to do so many things to that demonic maleness before him.

And if he did this, he would be getting rid of that demon like he wanted and he would enjoy doing so. Perhaps he should listen to the advice of this guy while he enjoyed every centimeter of that fat cock.

Perhaps he should forget about dismissing this demon.

Behind the Rexzard, the same bed sheet that he used to appear from underneath rose once again. This time the bulge under it looked square. The Rexzard ditched the cloth away to expose a throne made of dark onyx. He rested his big and strong body over it, then, his right hand caressed his semi erected maleness with his fat and short green fingers.

"Come forth my pet. I will teach you everything you need to know about having a reptilian mate in the mortal world."

The Wolfackal felt his heart still beating fast as he approached Ingethrel. His nose was already registering the air for the scent of that masculine tool. The Wolfackal also licked his chops several times as his knees surrendered before the throne.

"The first thing you need to know is that this is the correct place for a mammal before a reptile. Every time you bow down before a reptile, he will be interested in you right away."

The voice inside his mind had a suggestive tone to it. Barialdo had never thought about this. What if this gets him the attention he has always wanted from big and masculine reptiles?

The Wolfackal allowed his lust to dictate his next step. Both of his hands slid to feel up that thick and cool maleness. He was ready to practice everything he has seen on his computer. However, he was interrupted when one of those large scaly feet was pressed against his chest and pushed him to the floor.

"A good mammal pet awaits for the approval of their superior. If you want it, beg for it. Learn your proper place under every reptile. Until you learn how to do this, you won't get the attention you deserve."

The Wolfackal struggled with the idea to lower himself at the feet of the demon. But he didn't want to anger the reptile. If the Rexzard was an ancient and powerful demon, perhaps he was used to having his feet worshipped.

Ingethrel was showing him the most efficient way to get himself a reptilian lover. If he did this tonight, maybe tomorrow he could use this knowledge to get himself a good reptilian mate. All he had to do was to play along with the demon.

Perhaps he should keep the demon around and play with him night after night just to be sure he has learned these lessons well. But what if he had to keep on licking those reptilian feet for doing that?

While Barialdo tried to reach a decision, the voice inside his mind released a soft hiss which brought his attention back to the demon in his room.

He felt invaded by the sudden desire to get on all fours and worship those demonic feet as if he were before a god. His red maleness swelled at the idea of placing himself at the mercy of those reptilian claws. He desired to please every single crevice with his soft canine tongue. It was an overwhelming urge to throw himself at the service of the Rexzard.

The tipping point came when his eyes focused on that maleness. It almost hypnotized him with its mere masculine presence that his tongue, his face, and his nose were looking for.

The Wolfackal placed his eyes on those feet. They had three, large and fat toes with powerful claws. Three lines that demarked tendons under thick scales formed the top of those feet. His soles were a tone less green than the rest of the foot.

He held the clawed foot over his chest by the ankle with both of his padded hands prior to bring that sole close to his face. The warmth of his cold muzzle mingled with the coolness of that scaled foot sole. He was amazed that the Rexzard's claw was as large as his head.

The tip of his canine tongue ran along that large sole. It had a soft and warm spicy flavor which grew when Barialdo slid his tongue in between those clawed toes.

The more time he spent worshipping those toes, the greater the tingling that has been invading him grew. It caressed the back of his head and blocked any kind of thoughts he could have about anything at all. A soft voice spoke to him. And the sound made it easier for him to keep his mind focused in rendering service to the demonic reptile.

"So easy to dominate. You will be a suitable gateway for me," the voice inside his mind told him. "You are perfect for my plans. You are willing to bow down before your reptilian superiors and do as they say. Like all mammals should."

Once those feet disappeared, Barialdo tried to recover the grip around his tainted mind by the demonic voice. Ingethrel didn't gave him any chance. The Rexzard spread his legs wide. Barialdo saw erected before him the reward that enticed him to surrender.

The Wolfackal wasted no time to press his cold nose against the middle of that reptilian meat. His muzzle ejected his tongue so he could sample the thick base and ribs along the underside of that demonic cock.

His soft tongue caressed the series of ribs and segments along that black cock. Barialdo bathed his nose and his tongue on that slight spicy flavor that the demon offered to his senses. His mind was flooded with more praises for his submission. He felt so encouraged to worship that maleness like he had fantasized for so long in his private moments of lust.

His muzzle moved to play with the upper ribs along that demonic maleness. The Wolfackal's tongue made circular oral motions along those ribs. It got saturated right away in the flavor of that masculine tool. Barialdo could feel his heart beating faster and faster as that cock dominated his five senses.

The Wolfackal was able to feel one of those hands stroking his ears. His tongue slid all the way up to that glans that waited for him with a thick blob of pre-semen at the tip.

"Practice with my dick the same submission you would display before the reptiles you wish to become a servant to."

The canine used his hands to stroke the base of that masculine shaft with his index and thumbs. He imagined for a moment that this was Byrgul. Maybe Byrgul had a dick as fat and large as this one. It was time to fantasize himself as the sexual servant of that blue and dark dragon.

"That's it. Picture in your mind the complete submission in slavery to your reptilian superiors. That is the thing we both know that you need."

Once again, the voice of the demon encouraged submission. The Wolf/Jackal hybrid felt his thoughts being pushed away. He didn't need them. That voice that has guided him on this process could guide him all the way into finding a big masculine reptilian master for himself.

The Wolf-Jackal was more than happy to demonstrate submission. He had to admit that obeying this demon was loaded with the promise to get what he desired the most. His maleness was leaking pre-semen along his red cock. His tongue demonstrated how willing he was to learn from the demon everything about reptiles.

One of the demon's hands moved behind his head to stroke the nape of his neck before he felt pushed tighter against that meat. The Wolfackal straightened his back to guide his maw to take that cock deeper.

Barialdo was able to feel his maw soaked even further in the strong masculine flavor of that meat. His cold nose was pressed against the demon's crotch while the tip of his tongue made contact with those heavy balls.

The next thing the mammal knew was that Ingethrel rose from his throne to thrust against his face. He didn't need to have the voice telling him what to do. He was aware that he was being trained to be the perfect company for his reptilian superiors.

But when did he accepted reptilians as his superiors?

A soft voice spoke to him once more. Something was being told, but he wasn't able to make sense of it. He could feel a tingling increasing in his belly. And with the tingle, the need to be filled rose until it became the dominating thought of his mind.

"Time to sit on my lap" Ingethrel commanded after fucking his face for a couple of minutes and returning to his throne. "I'll show you the purpose of mammal slaves such as you."

This was getting a bit too far for a lesson and a pact dismissal.

Ingethrel presented his soaked up meat to the Wolfackal. The tingling along the canine's belly made the command impossible to resist even if he wanted to fight back. He needed that ribbed meat inside him to rub away the arousing, yet strange tingling he felt.

The demonic entity who spoke without using his lips demonstrated a broad grin of satisfaction once the Wolfackal took a seat over that scaly lap. Barialdo felt those clawed and chubby fingers to caress his slim jackal-like waist. Then, those hands stroked his chest that was as broad as a wolf chest.

"Demonstrate complete submission to your reptilian superiors. You will be surrounded by as many reptiles as you are told that you need."

His fetish for reptiles agreed with the demon. The rest of himself refused to be a slave.

However, his logic worries came to an end when he felt something cool slipping under his tail. The Wolfackal closed his eyes and released a soft groan. He felt those cool hands spreading his legs before they rested over his tights. It was evident for the canine that Ingethrel was set to dominate him in all possible ways.

As soon as that meat sunk under his tail, the tingling on his belly felt relieved, but not gone. It was the same tingling that assaulted his mind. The voice of the demon worked on influencing his every thought in a soft and pleasuring rhythm. Barialdo found himself addicted to the dominant power of the demon as much as he was addicted to that demonic masculinity.

He took every thrust the demon made under his tail in the same manner he enjoyed taking every thrust against his maw. The thick ribs at the base of the demon were sending to his prostate waves of pleasure he could have never fantasized about before.

Barialdo rose his legs up in the air after he felt the demon's arms wrapping around his chest. With this, he also felt the speed he was being assaulted with was increasing.

The strange and arousing tingling expanded at the back of his mind. His belly was still somewhat relieved of the strange sensation that kept him aroused and needy. No words were necessary, but he somehow knew that ascending to the peak of his sexual pleasure would remove the arousing tingling off of his body. Aside from that, he was so pent up. Reaching his orgasm was a dire need.

"To finish this lesson, you must accept me and every reptile as your superior. You must surrender your soul and your mind to my will."

This demon can't be serious! He can't surrender his soul just to be with all the reptiles he desired to. But he was so horny. The tingling was driving him insane.

But if he accepted, this would mean that the rest of his nights would be like tonight.

"You must accept. You will be my gateway into this world. I want the soul of that dragon too. Surrender to me. Handle that dragon to me. I will make sure that you love every single second of the rest of your existence if you accept my deal."

Barialdo loved the idea to be the plaything of thick reptilian dicks, but he couldn't hand over the soul of his crush to this demon!

As soon as the Wolfackal took the decision to escape, the tingling on is belly increased a thousandfold. The demon was reading his train of thoughts and knew that he planned to flee!

His breakout became harder when he felt those heavy hands abandoning his chest to instead caress his canine maleness. Those scaled palms teased his knot and his glans.

"A life of pleasure and training to be the perfect slave under your rightful reptilian owners awaits for you. Submit to the will of your master. Say that you accept this deal."

The canine felt his numbed mind, his cock and his tail invaded by the arousing tingling. But he was unable to reach his peak. This demon was dominating him in more ways than reptiles in pornographic internet sites could ever do.

His cock throbbed in anticipation as his heart was beating fast. The words were ready to escape from his throat in any moment now. But he couldn't allow this demon to take the soul of his blue and black dragon crush, no matter how bad he wanted to become a slave among reptiles.

After a rough and sudden burst of energy, the Wolfackal pushed himself away. He felt the thick meat leaving his insides before landing over the floor. Without looking back, Barialdo crawled towards the bedroom door and wrestled with the lock for a couple of seconds. The laugh of the demon reached him from behind.

"It is done..."

After that, the tingling and the presence of the demon left the Wolfackal. The doorknob gave in. The canine pushed the door away to escape from his bedroom.

* * * * * * *

"You said it was nothing to worry about! Now because of you, I was attacked by that demon!"

An angry Barialdo spoke on the phone the next morning. No matter how much he liked that handsome dragon; the events that he went through last night could not be forgiven.

"Calm down there pal. I'm sure you had a nightmare. I can't be wrong about the ritual. I dominated and controlled that demon."

"It wasn't a dream Byrgul!" The Wolfackal insisted. "That thing attacked me while I was sleeping last night. Everything is your fault. You are playing with things you don't understand. You have to find a way to fix this and fast. I can't go into my apartment until that thing is gone. I haven't slept since we returned from the forest."

"Okay! Calm down. I will go to your place and do a cleansing ritual tonight so you feel safe."

"Do you even know how to do that? I refuse to keep on messing with demonic rituals."

"Leave everything to me. I'll see you at your place tonight. I will show you that I can handle this."

Barialdo couldn't help it but accept. He hoped the dragon could fix everything without messing things further.

* * * * * * *

The Wolf-Anubian Jackal hybrid mustered the courage to get inside his bedroom once Byrgul the dragon walked in. The dark blue scaled dragon with black stripes carried a backpack as he inspected the room. The canine found his bed sheets in the same place where the demon had left them.

After a moment of being inside his room, he felt a soft tingle once again. It began under his tail. It ran in between his legs and caressed his ball sack before it ended at the tip of his sheath.

Ingethrel was still there. Or maybe it was the memories of the events he lived there. The still pent-up Wolfackal kept this to himself so he wouldn't freak out the straight dragon.

The Wolfackal noticed that the reptile was taking out several black candles from his backpack. He hated that. These were the same style of candles the dragon used in the forest.

"Why are you using those candles? Aren't we purifying this place?"

"We're going to ask for protection from a demon stronger than Ingethrel."

"W...what?!" The Wolfackal snarled as his belly tensed from the bitter, yet expected surprise. "This is not what we agreed to! All of this started because of this same thing!"

"This is the best way!" The dragon hissed in annoyance. "I told you already that I know what I am doing. This is what I do all the time."

Barialdo resisted the urge of kicking the dragon out of his apartment. But who else could help him? The Wolfackal had to stop his protest. He could only hope that he could use his apartment to sleep once again.

After a couple of minutes, Barialdo had his small bedroom looking like a ceremonial ground from a suspense movie. The winged reptile turned off all of the lights in the small apartment. The lights from the candles shone over a seven-point star. Both of his bedside tables were at the center of Barialdo's room with all sort of strange artifacts over them.

"Stand at the point of the star that's aiming towards the window. You'll get a better protection there. Keep your eyes outside while I prepare myself for the invocation."

As soon as the canine stood over the point prepared for him, he noticed that the strange sensation teasing his sheath declined. Perhaps his reptilian crush was right. Maybe this could work.

As the canine looked outside, he gave himself a moment of deep thought. While it felt good to have fun with that demon. He couldn't surrender the rest of his life to become the thrall of a demonic entity. Perhaps he should try to find himself a suitable mate for himself to leave aside that silly crush on that straight male. This meant quit doing all sort of stupid things your crush requests, like invoking demons in a forest. This was a wakeup call for Barialdo.

"Turn around and Take off your shirt," The dragon requested. "I need to paint some protection runes on you."

When the canine turned around, he almost orgasmed on sight. Byrgul was standing only in white boxer briefs. His naked body was decorated in strange runes and a large sigil on his chest. They were painted with a red crimson liquid.

"I... Wha!" The black and gray furred canine blushed hard at the idea of standing shirtless before his almost naked crush. That muscular chest. Those broad shoulders. Those masculine arms... they were...

"Get to do it already!" the dragon spoke with a demanding voice.

The canine struggled with the idea. He knew that this was going to give him an undesired reaction in between his legs. When he saw the annoyed expression on the dragon's face, he decided to obey at once. He tossed his shirt over his bed against his will. The Wolfackal took consolation that the dragon made his command with that dominant attitude he has always loved.

The reptile stood before the Anubian-Wolf hybrid with his clawed fingertips soaked in a grayish and thick liquid. The substance was cold and made Barialdo shiver when it contacted the skin under his also gray fur. The close match of the colors made the runes hard to notice over his fur.

The dragon moved behind the canine to paint more of those runes along his back. For a second, the canine imagined what it would be like to have the dragon mounting him from behind. How good would it be like to be used as a slave like the demon suggested one night ago.

The idea that sneaked into his mind made his maleness to remain throbbing and present. Barialdo knew that he had to stay in control and get rid of his horniness.

The canine hybrid released a sharp gasp and walked a step away from the dragon when the cold liquid was spread along his lower spine with a finger.

"Stay put. I don't want to repaint this. I don't have much of this left, and I still have to paint your legs."

The Wolfackal was about to complain until he heard that his legs were next. Does this mean that he would have to remove his pants? There's no way he would stand on his boxers if he was rock hard!

To make things even worse, the dominating tingling along his sheath invaded him once more. His cock was reacting to the tension.

"Chest and back done. Now let me paint along your legs."

"I... I don't think that's a good idea."

"What? Afraid I get horny with your tiny little sheath? Give me a break here! I have seen guys with packages bigger than yours at the gym. I could be hitting on babes at the bar instead of wasting my time with your cub-like whining!"

Barialdo felt humiliated and insulted. But he didn't want to anger the dragon or make things more awkward. The canine undid his pants while suppressing a growl. He ditched them to reveal his pale yellow boxers. He hoped that the dragon wouldn't notice his semi-erected maleness.

The Wolfackal released a soft gasp and held his breath when the dragon got on his knees before him. While his body relaxed, his cock was doing the opposite.

What was he going to do if the dragon found him rock hard? What he could say in his defense? There was nothing he could do! His friendship with his crush would be ruined forever.

After Byrgul painted the front of his canine legs, the dragon moved behind him without any comment. Perhaps the reptile didn't notice his erected maleness.

That was the moment when the soft tingling and the voice of the demon spoke to him in a low tone. Making sense of his words was impossible. But the image of the dragon holding him from behind, using him as the slave he was before all his reptilian superiors became a dominating picture.

Barialdo could feel his meat growing to full mast and his knot expanding. He looked down wanting to see if his bulge was too noticeable. He realized that the thing was more than obvious. His boxers were matted in sticky pre-semen.

"Someone is enjoying this a lot," The dragon spoke with a hint of sarcasm. Barialdo turned his gaze away from the dragon and covered his face with his hands.

"I... I don't understand what's going on!" The Wolfackal lied. "This has never happened before I swear!"

"Is that so?"

"Yes! That demon. This is all because of that demon." The first thing that occurred to the Wolfackal was to pin the blame on the Rexzard. "He is doing something to me to ruin this ritual." Barialdo felt his heart almost jumping out of his chest.

When no complaints could be heard, the Wolfackal looked for his black and blue crush. The dragon had walked to his backpack to take out an old looking book. He approached the setup altar and prepared for the ritual. The explanation had worked.

Barialdo had to resist the mental approaches of the demon. He refused to let Ingethrel use him as a tool to enslave both himself and the dragon. Even if the dragon looked so delicious almost naked. Perhaps instead of resisting, he could slide his snout into the dragon's boxers. He could tend that masculine tool with his big tongue...

The Wolfackal growled to himself. He had to keep himself focused on the ritual and let the dragon protect his room.

The peace that Barialdo found at the beginning was fading away fast as the dragon proceeded with the ceremony. The tingling kept his most sensible parts teased. The canine felt invaded by the need to call forth the Rexzard and surrender himself to Ingethrel. To get down on all fours and kiss the feet of both the Demon and the Dragon. To offer himself in complete slavery to both of his reptilian superiors.

His throbbing maleness invited him to reconsider his surrender into enslavement. Maybe the demon was right all along. The Wolfackal had to stop the ritual and confess Byrgul everything. He was ready to present himself as a slave, willing to serve the dragon like lord Ingethrel had commanded.

Barialdo growled louder to himself. He had to escape. Now.

"Byrgul, Stop! I'm not feeling well. I... I need to go, fast." Barialdo decided to flee before it was too late.

"W...what?" the reptile sounded annoyed to be interrupted from his invocation.

The reptile approached the canine, but Barialdo walked backward. He knew he was so horny he could shove his muzzle into the dragon's boxer briefs in any minute now. He struggled with such idea as the voice in the back of his mind invited him to walk forth.

The Wolfackal burnt all of his free will in resisting. However, he was surprised when he found himself held in the arms of the strong reptile.

"What's wrong? Not feeling well?" The dragon grinned at the Wolfackal "I know what the problem is."

Barialdo released a loud howl in pleasure when he felt those reptilian fingers sliding into his boxes. He loved that cool draconian hand wrapping around his warm canine meat coated in a mess of pre-semen.

"W...what are you doing?!" The Wolfackal gasped as he struggled in the arms of the dragon. It was no use. The reptile was stronger than him. This was so confusing.

"Preparing you for the ritual," The dragon spoke with a cocky grin. "You will do as I say. Better get used to it."

The canine released a soft howl of pleasure next. The dragon that has starred in most of his sexual fantasies for so long was milking him. Drops of pre-semen that has been building up for more than a week kept on escaping.

The cold and strong arms held his warm body tight as the hand of the dragon teased his knot and the length of his maleness. His nose was busy getting soaked in the strong and masculine draconian scent that was surrounding him.

Barialdo wished to resist the impulse to offer himself in slavery to the dragon. But slavery was his purpose in life! To spend his life in servitude of his reptilian superiors.

"Getting you ready to cum here. Do you like my hand little pet?"

"Y...yes! I love it! You are the best."

"Say that again!" the dragon demanded.

"You... you are so good! You are so handsome and strong. So masculine! I could be your slave forever!"

Those strong blue scaled arms disappeared from around Barialdo. The canine panicked! The reptile must have disliked being flirted by a male.

When Barialdo turned around to apologize, he saw the dragon pulling from his backpack a metal collar with a short chain attached to it.

The Wolfackal wanted to turn tail and flee, but the voice of the demon commanded him to stay in place for his reptilian superiors. The canine had to obey his reptilian lords.

In an instant, that collar was secured around his neck, and those arms dragged him to the back of his bedroom.

Barialdo noticed that the dark onyx throne was in the center of the seven-point star. Both of his bedside tables were gone. He now realized that this setup was identical to the one in the forest. His crush had repeated the invocation ritual to Ingethrel. Byrgul placed himself on the throne before the reptile gave the canine hybrid a rough push to force him to sit on his lap.

The canine found his back resting on the dragon's chest. One of the dragon's fingers slid into the Wolfackal's boxers and gave them a tug down to expose his maleness and his rear.

Barialdo tried to make sense of what was about to happen next when he saw the Rexzard materializing before him. A wide grin was placed on that green snout as he stood before the throne. The canine squirmed against those strong arms, but escape was impossible.

"The... The demon is here!" Barialdo complained. Byrgul ignored his cry for help. Instead, he felt something hard and smooth being pressed under his tail.

The Wolfackal turned back, and the demon was nowhere to be seen. However, his voice invaded the back of his mind.

"Last night he gave into my power," Ingethrel spoke in pride. "He is such a good servant. The perfect gateway I need. He couldn't resist his true nature. To be shown that he was hatched to be served by slaves like you. He had set up the road for me to own you both. He tried to resist and call you last night. But you were busy receiving your first training as a slave."

Barialdo wanted to protest. But the maleness of his crush slid inside of him. It was enough to silence any form of resistance. The canine spread his legs wide right away. This was his most secret desire coming true.

"Your friend always wanted a lover who would treat him like a god," the demon spoke. "He was never specific enough. You, on the other hand, were quite specific about who you wanted. I am granting here the desire of both parts and fulfilling the contract I was summoned for. I will be free to do as I please in the mortal world as soon as you turn yourself into slavery to the man you always wanted. You two are also going to be my tool so other reptiles can open the eyes to their true nature which is to be served by the mammal slave race."

Barialdo couldn't believe that the dragon had surrendered and put him at the mercy of the demon. He fought so hard last night to stop that very same thing from happening. He had always wanted this cocky and masculine dragon to take him like this, but not under the influence of a demon!

"By...Byrgul! Let go already. You can't let this demon to... ah!"

The Wolfackal released a soft howl of pleasure when the smooth thing sliding into him went all the way into his tail hole. Barialdo's cock kept on cooperating with both reptiles as more and more pre-semen escaped from his red maleness.

While Barialdo wasn't able to see that maleness he has always fantasized about, it felt similar to what the demon's cock felt last night. The ribs on the underside of that meat were giving his prostate a tight rub. The rest of that fat meat worked on slide itself in and outside from his hole with increasing speed.

"Do...don't let that demon control you!"

"It's not control when you realize the truth Barialdo. We both know that Master Ingethrel is right. You have always done everything I have wanted because it's in your nature to serve reptilians. It's in the blood and soul of every mammal. Some express it easier than others."

Before the canine could come up with an objection, the dragon resumed to take away his mental focus by assaulting him with renewed strength. The strange itch inside Barialdo faded away as the dragon scratched it with his fat and segmented meat.

Byrgul had his mind overtaken by the demon. The wolf could hit the dragon with his elbow and attempt to escape. But that idea became hazy as a soft whisper clouded his thoughts from the back of his mind. He couldn't hurt his friend. And most of all, this was his ultimate fantasy coming to life. He also needed to have the itch scratched away by his reptilian overlords.

Barialdo lowered his right hand to stroke his cock with the hopes to ditch the needy sensation running along it. While this soothed it and made his pleasure increase, the itch remained there.

When Byrgul unwrapped one of his arms from his chest to stroke his meat, the itch turned into a nice, steady wave of impending pleasure. It washed away his thoughts. The voice speaking to him became easier to understand.

"Surrender yourself to your superiors" the voice of the demon flooded into his mind "everyone will win when you give into us."

"Accept your place as my slave!" the dragon spoke behind the Wolfackal with his dominant attitude. The canine felt that strong hands giving his red and throbbing maleness a nice squeeze. That thick reptilian meat also pounded away all the resistance the canine hybrid had.

"Ah! I...I Accept!" Barialdo screamed in pleasure. There was no time nor desire for objections now that the dragon held him by the cock and took his ass in pure draconian stamina. Who he wanted to fool? This is what he has always desired in his most private fantasies with the dragon. Accepting now was a must.

All the traces of the strange tingles disappeared to give room to a powerful orgasm that was born from the depths of the Wolfackal's body. It was marked with a giant mess of his canine seed over his belly and chest.

"It is done..." The voice of the lord of his master spoke. The voice was wise and comforting.

Barialdo felt that spent meat to leave his tail. He was then lowered at the feet of the throne. He was exhausted from the rough ride and the lack of sleep. He was more than happy to lay next to those blue draconian plantigrade feet. He gave the feet of his master a few kisses like the docile slave he was. The strange tingling changed into a wave of pleasure brought by submission.

The Wolfackal slave was now ready to sleep like he wanted. He felt comfortable to be at the feet of his masters. He knew that every time the itch attacked him, all he needed was to serve his reptilian overlords and they would take care of his needs.