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Over His Head?

For Fyacintia

By Draconicon

Bedecked in purple as he was, Fyacin was sure that he would attract the interest of the ever-elusive Drakina. Having heard that the sister of his master was looking for some new playthings, the lion had taken it upon himself to make an offering of his person. All to 'spare' the rest of the harem, of course. They were tired from servicing their master lately, while he had energy to spare.

Besides, he simply couldn't let them steal the spotlight off him before he had the chance to establish himself.

The slender lion reclined on a fainting couch, admiring the new purple nail polish he'd applied to his hands and his feet. His body was covered with new, transparent purple silks, and to complete the whole look, a little lavender eye-shadow provided his angular face with a little bit of softness.

With all that he'd heard, he imagined that he was the perfect bait, yet he had yet to see scale or wing of her. The dragoness was nowhere to be found.

"Ugh!"

Fy flopped out on the fainting couch, the lion glaring up at the ceiling. This was supposed to be enticing. Well, here he was, being all enticing, and nobody was falling for the bait. What was a cat to do?

"I thought this was what you liked!"

It wasn't petulance, or even desperation that filled his voice, but rather pure annoyance. Annoyance that he was being so fabulous, so clever, and there was no one there to take advantage of it or admire it.

"Well, are you looking? Or are you such a brother-lover that you can't take your eyes off of him, hmm?"

That was something else he had considered. Putting on more shows with his master, throwing himself at the big, black dragon to make sure that he was constantly in the spotlight. Everything he'd heard suggested that this dragoness watched her brother in a most unhealthy way, but he had assumed that he was sensual enough on his own. After all, what man, woman, or any combination thereof wouldn't want someone like him?

He hmmfed to himself as he threw himself to his feet. The lion's tail twitched, the little tuft at the end flicking one way, then the other as his ears pulled down flat on his head.

"Well, I was going to show you a good time, but apparently, a lady like yourself simply has no taste. See if I dress up all sparkly and fancy for you again. Ah, and you were going to get the harem treatment. A dance, a quick-step, wooing and seduction. Oh, but the world would have envied what I would give you. A pity that you don't have any understanding of quality, Drakina, it truly -"

"Yoink!"

"Eeep!"

The lion was yanked off his feet by an unseen hand, tumbling backwards through a portal that must have opened as soon as he said her name. Fy grinned...right up to the point where he landed in a cluster of energy serpents.

"Ah! Ooh! Ah! Watch the teeth, watch the teeth!"

Energy serpents. Conjurations of magic, according to his Master, and often used as a means of keeping the more slippery folk from getting free. They were living constructs of magic, made to tighten and loosen as people shifted their size, with jaws that could wrap around someone's body at any point and act like manacles, shackles, restraints, bindings. They could move around, adjust the body to be in whatever position one wanted.

And they were all venomous, though not in a deadly way.

The lion froze as he felt their fangs against his ankles, his wrists, his neck, and even his balls. There were sharp points at every place where something could spread through his body quickly, and just one of them biting him would first paralyze him, then send him into a randy, horrible heat, then leave him completely tranced and open to suggestion.

They were generally meant to give their owners a good time, rather than their captives.

Fy's cheeks burned ever so slightly as the snakes pulled on his legs, forcing them wider and wider until his silks ripped right down the middle, his cock and balls falling out of them. Or at least, the snakes holding them did. The one around his dick suddenly tightened its grip around the base of his shaft, pulling his cock down and forcing it to get hard. Acting like a living cock-ring, in fact.

As the snakes shifted him around, eventually holding him bent double at the waist, 'laying' on empty air with his legs up and his head nearly pushed down to his own cock, the feline finally heard a different sound from his own panting.

A chuckle. A deep, throaty chuckle.

"Ah, may I assume that I have the pleasure of - ack!"

The energy snake around his neck squeezed tightly, cutting off his flowery speech. It did not, however, cut off his vision, something he was most grateful for as the source of all this magic stepped into the light.

She was tall, very tall, standing nearly even with her brother at six foot, ten inches. Her shoulders were not slight and willowy, as some women were, but thick to support the large bust that hung just beneath. Breasts heavy and curvy, large enough that he would need more than one hand to play with them properly, sported nipples that were perky and pointed, resting on fleshy 'disks' that were lighter than the dark purple scales that surrounded them.

The dragoness herself was a deep, fiery purple, and the curves of her breasts were matched in the curves of her hips. She was soft in the belly, almost chubby, save for the fact that her hips flared out enough to dwarf that and make her look that much more curvaceous. Her rump looked like it could swallow him up as she shifted her position, one hand on her hip, the other on her chin as she looked at him consideringly.

His eyes dropped that little bit further, down to the shaft that swung between her legs and the balls that matched her brother. Matched? For that matter, they might actually exceed him, and the shaft itself, while soft, was already dripping with excitement.

His nose caught the mix of male and female scents, and he realized that this dragoness truly was different to most of his other harem mates. Not male, not female, not in transition...but both.

"My, my," she finally said, chuckling again in that deep, rumbling voice that seemed to wrap itself around his head and make him look at her. "So this...slight thing...believes that he can actually keep my attention, hmm?"

"Ulk...ah...nnngh..."

He wanted to assure her that he was more than sufficient for her, but the energy snake was something of a handicap. Nevertheless, she smiled, stepping between his wide-spread legs.

The sudden touch of a sharp claw against his pucker left him stiff and tense, and the way that it trailed up the back of his leg didn't help things. He could feel just how sharp it was, how she was holding back by the slightest measurement of pressure to keep from cutting his flesh apart. The deadliness of her sent a shiver down his spine.

When her finger reached his ankle, he twitched his feet, half-hoping that she shared her brother's interest in them. If she did, though -

"Mmm, such a small kitten...If it weren't for what I've seen, I'd wonder if you were even capable of taking me..."

"Mmmph...I...I..."

"No, no. Stop."

The next time the lion opened his mouth, a new snake came down, this one thrusting itself inside his mouth. His eyes went wide, feeling the dangerous point of another fang on his tongue, his mouth held wide-open.

"I don't need my toys to talk. Not the first time. Not out loud." She smiled, her hand moving back down to his balls. "Oh, no. This is simply not enough, is it? Not enough for my sessions, by half." She looked back up at him, her eyes flaring with a brighter, lighter-shaded purple than the rest of her body. "We'll have to fix that."

The lion's eyes widened as a sudden blast of electric shocks hit him, zapping between the dragoness's fingers. He arched his back, thrusting his hips forward, his cock throbbing harder and harder with each passing second as the electricity surged through his sac and shaft.

Then, it was done.

He panted, looking down around the snake, and his eyes widened. Even as he stared, his cock throbbed, swelled, and drooled, inching forward up his belly by a matter of inches. One, two, three, four, five inches longer than it had been, the head swollen, thicker than the rest of his shaft.

And his balls...

He gasped for breath as he felt them suddenly drop, feeling like they'd doubled in weight. They were suddenly actively pulling on his crotch, hanging down further, dropping between his legs, almost covering his asshole.

Then another surge, another growth, bigger, heavier. He panted, his hips sagging as his balls grew again, near the size of her own pair. It ached, feeling so full, so tight.

She lifted them, balancing them on her palm.

"If I'm going to play with you, kitten, I need to know what you like. No, no. Don't try and tell me." The dragoness smiled. "Your body will do that for you. Why do you think you have so much cum to spill? Why do you think your cock feels so much more sensitive?"

She gripped his shaft, squeezing the head into her palm. As she rolled her hand about, polishing it, the lion nearly screamed from just how good it felt. Like post-orgasm sensitivity, except exponentially worse. He arched his back, thrusting forward -

"Mmmph!"

Only to wind up thrusting his cock into his own mouth. She'd taken her hand away at the last moment, forcing him to thrust down his throat. That, combined with the sheer heat of his own mouth, the roughness of his own tongue -

"NNNNNGH!"

The snakes held him down, forcing him to blow his load down his own throat. It was a flood of cum, two, three, four mouthfuls as he came in one load than he had ever done with ten.

He was allowed to breathe, after that, his breath coming ragged and sharp. She chuckled, patting his orbs lightly.

"So...you like pain with your pleasure. That's good to know." The dragoness smirked. "That's very good to know."

...Oh god...She's not going to go easy, is she...

The End