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Regi felt a tickling sensation in the back of his mind, one he had felt many times before. It was his master signalling that he needed the otter to come see him at once. He was glad this time the priest had summoned him after dinner instead of right before he was about to dig into a full plate of food like yesterday, though he was still a little irritated that he was summoned in the middle of an interesting conversation with his friend, Theo the lion.

They had been discussing what happened during The Ritual of Azen, a monthly ceremony held deep in the temple dedicated to the dragon god of war and virility. Only the priests were allowed to attend, and they never told anyone about what happened during it. Every acolyte in the temple was warned that if they ever tried to sneak in and were caught they would be subjected to a thousand years of gruesome torture at the hands of the mighty god, but everyone knew that was just a tale to scare them. There was a ceremony that night, and the two had been thinking about possible ways to sneak into the secret gathering.

"I don't know about this Regi. Even if they're not serious about the torture thing there'll be serious consequences for sneaking in."

"Well has anyone ever tried?"

"I asked Father Rowan and he said that the few who tried were caught and never seen again."

Regi let out a snort. The fox was definitely lying to Theo. Regi knew that crafty fox told his gullible lion acolyte all sorts of crazy things.

"They just made that up to scare us. I bet everyone's been too scared by all these spooky tales to even try. Well I'm not. I'm gonna sneak in there and see what happens."

That was when he felt the buzzing in his head start. He told Theo that his master was calling and he had to go. The lion understood, he got the tickling sensation too whenever his master needed him. All priests had gained the ability to control and use a small amount of magic thanks to Azen.

Regi knew that his master was using that magic now to create the sensation in his mind. He and all other acolytes knew that it was best to go to your master right away instead of ignoring the feeling and going later. Over time the buzzing slowly worsened until it felt like a hundred feathers were tickling your brain nonstop. Many new acolytes were found lying on the ground holding their heads half screaming and half laughing after they chose to ignore their masters' summons. Regi was found like that once, and he made sure never to make the same mistake again.

The otter was walking down the long, stone corridor towards his master's quarters, when he felt something being forced into his mind. Regi could never get used to the strange, unnerving feeling of having whatever he was thinking about at the moment being pushed aside by someone else's thoughts.

It was a vision his master had sent using his magic. Regi was picturing himself on his knees in front of his master's bed while the wolf laid back on some pillows. The otter was grinning and staring lovingly at his master's feet while he massaged one of them. He gave the other foot a wet kiss before looking up at his master, his eyes wide with admiration.

"It is an honor to rub your feet o'great and holy one! I wish I could be at your feet forever!"

Regi smiled as the vision slowly disappeared from his mind. His master loved to send him plenty of magical visions like that, depicting Regi enjoying whatever task the wolf was about to assign him no matter how menial it was. He was glad that his master had a sense of humor unlike some other priests who had the personalities of pious statues. Regi had been with his master, Father Samik, since he had been allowed to enter into service of the temple after coming of age. The wolf hadn't changed much over the many years Regi had been with him, and Regi had a feeling that somehow Azen's magic was helping him stay young and healthy.

As an acolyte he was the priest's personal servant, and would take care of whatever the priest asked of him. Rubbing his master's feet was nothing new for the otter. The wolf had him do it everyday.

Regi didn't mind at all. In fact, the vision's exaggerated version of him wasn't very far from the truth of how much he enjoyed being at the wolf's feet. He was sure that the many years of massaging (and depending on how well the wolf was taking care of his feet, smelling) his master's footpaws was the reason he had developed a foot fetish. He hadn't revealed his fetish to anyone, including his master, for fear of what they'd say about it. Regi was especially scared the wolf wouldn't let him massage his feet anymore if he knew about his affinity for them, so he continued to simply massage and every now and then catch a whiff of his paws and pretended not to enjoy it as much as he really did.

Something else he had told no one about was that he was able to use and control magic. Most people had to first join the priesthood of a certain god to gain their magical abilities, but Regi was one of the rare few that was born with it. He had somewhat learned to control his powers over the years and used them to help with his everyday tasks, including rubbing his master's feet. Every now and then he would use his magic to send a little relaxing pulse of pleasure up through the wolf's soles, making his massages more enjoyable for his master. Regi assumed that the wolf wanted a foot rub before attending The Ritual, which could be the perfect opportunity for the otter to sneak in.

***

Regi opened his master's door and saw the wolf lounging on his bed with his feet stretched out in front of him. His well-worn sandals were lying haphazardly by the side of his bed. After years of use the soles of the footwear had been imprinted with the shape of the wolf's feet. Regi had spent many intimate nights with those sandals while his master was asleep. The wolf always told Regi he needed to get some new sandals, but to Regi's relief he never did.

When the wolf saw his acolyte come in he gave him a smile and beckoned him over.

"Good evening Regi. I didn't call you in the middle of dinner right?"

The otter shook his head.

"No, I got to eat this time master."

The wolf nodded, still smiling.

"Good, because I got something very important for you to do."

The wolf pointed at his feet and wiggled his toes. Regi smiled and moved over to the foot of the bed, and looked down at his master's feet. Even after many years Regi still never got tired of seeing those feet. The wolf had a beautiful pair of paws.

Regi got down on his knees so he could have a better view of them. The wolf's feet were covered in grey fur except for the balls and the undersides of each toe, which were covered by rough, black pads. Five perfect toes with small curled claws at the tips stretched out from each sole. Regi caught a faint whiff of the wolf's feet. His paws often had a musky scent to them and, depending on if the wolf had cleaned his feet recently, the pungent smell of sweaty, unwashed soles.

Regi leaned his head a little bit closer, and took in a deep but quiet breath. Regi widened his eyes. The wolf definitely hadn't cleaned his feet for a little while. Regi couldn't help but think of how long those paws must have been sweating and marinating in those filthy sandals of his.

Regi's cock began to harden as he pictured himself burying his nose in between two of the wolf's plump toes and taking a deep sniff. Regi knew his fantasies of worshipping his master's paws would probably never come true, but that didn't stop him from dreaming about it. He was just glad he was given the honor of being face to face with those soles everyday.

Regi knew what the priest wanted and didn't need to ask for permission to begin. He reached out and grabbed the paw to his left in both hands, and began to rub into the sides of the wolf's sole. The wolf let out a deep sigh and leaned back as his acolyte began to relieve the stress and tension in his feet after a hard day of holy work. Regi dug his thumbs into the ball of his master's foot and began moving them in small circles. He then slowly moved his hands down towards the heel. He looked up. His master was looking down at him with eyes half-closed, a blissful smile on his face.

"I should have you do this more often Regi. Maybe three times a day instead of once."

"I will if you want me to master."

"Oh dear Azen no! I don't want you near my nasty paws for too long. Breathing in their fumes can't be too good for your health."

Regi smiled and shook his head. He felt a particularly sensitive spot on the wolf's heel and began to knead into it with a knuckle. The wolf groaned, the toes on his other foot flexing and curling. Regi channeled his magic and sent a wave of pleasure through the wolf's foot to relax him a little. The wolf let out all of the tension in his muscles and sighed.

"Regi your massages really are the best."

The otter beamed up at his master. Unbeknownst to the priest his faithful acolyte was plotting against him.

"Thank you master!"

He took the wolf's biggest toe in his hands and gently tugged on it, then began to massage the small pad underneath it. It was then Regi decided it was time to put his plan into action. Once again he used his magic to send a pulse of pleasure through the wolf, but he also sent a spell that would make the wolf tired. His magic flowed freely through his hands into the wolf's feet as he continued to massage them. He soon noticed the priest's eyes beginning to droop, and every once in a while the wolf would let out a yawn.

"By the great Azen I am so damn tired today. I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it to The Ritual tonight."

Regi looked up, still administering his magical massage to the wolf.

"Will you be in trouble if you don't show up?"

The wolf slowly shook his head. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open now.

"No, I don't think Azen will mind if I miss just one..."

The wolf tried to fight the sleepiness that overpowered his body, but it was impossible. He didn't know that his sudden exhaustion was magical in nature. Regi sent wave after wave of his magic into the wolf, his hands relaxing him even further. Finally Regi heard the sound of the wolf snoring. He looked up and saw the wolf had fallen into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Regi couldn't help but feel a little guilty at his sordid use of magic, but his curiosity to see The Ritual overpowered any regrets he might have had. He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on one of those padded paws which twitched in response. He stood up and looked over his master sleeping peacefully in his cot. Hopefully his master would wake up after he had made it back from The Ritual. If not... well, he would deal with that when the time came.

Regi walked over to the dresser in the corner of the austere room that held the priest's small wardrobe. Inside he found a red robe, the one Samik wore to every monthly Azen ritual. Regi pulled the garment out and threw it over himself. The otter felt like he was swimming in fabric. The sleeves were so loose he felt like a kid wearing adult clothing, but the great part about it was the outfit covered every part of his body, hiding his identity.

He threw the hood up over his head, covering his face in shadow. Hopefully no one would talk to him or question who he was during The Ritual. If everything went smoothly then he would just be a part of the crowd, and no one would realize that an acolyte had snuck into the most sacred ritual in the temple.

That was the plan at least.

***

Regi travelled down the many corridors to the main hall of the temple, trying not to trip over the fabric that spilled onto the ground around him. When he finally reached the entrance he saw that the other priests were already organized into two long lines with all of their heads solemnly bowed. Regi slunk to the back of one of them and lowered his head like the rest of them.

At the front of the two lines was a pair of massive doors. They were made out of solid iron and painted a deep crimson with two giant rings as the handles. Past those doors was the Altar of Azen, the room where thousands of people came to worship the god of war, virility, and masculine libido everyday.

Regi tried to act calm, but his heart was pounding against his chest and his stomach felt sick. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. If he were to be caught the consequences would be severe, very severe. However, if he managed to make it out then he would be a legend among the acolytes forever.

He was also hoping to learn something to help with his own magic. Maybe he would find the secret to unlocking the power of Azen. A shiver ran up his spine as he thought about the incredibly powerful magic that the god was said to wield. Some days he wished he were that strong but he knew it would never happen. Finding the secret to ultimate magical power would be great, but Regi's main goal was to find out what happens during The Ritual and then get out.

Soon he heard the rattling and creaking of the massive doors swinging open, and the priests began to move forward slowly. Regi took in a deep, nervous breath and followed them in.

Regi had been in the altar room many times. The room was incredibly large, and Regi still wasn't sure how high or far back it went since the ends were covered in thick shadows. The only light came from a raised marble platform that sat in the middle of the room with steps leading up to it. Two massive cauldrons on each side of the main altar were alight with bright red flames. Regi knew that the magic of Azen kept the fires alight continuously. Near the front of the platform was the actual altar, which was just a giant block of obsidian. In the center of the platform was a dais that had a throne perched on top of it.

The throne had been carved out of a massive ruby, and the massive gemstone glimmered in the firelight. Carved into the top of the throne was a dragon's head, a depiction of the god Azen. The throne was where the head priest would direct the many people that would fill the hall every day on how to worship and gain favor from Azen.

Today there was someone else on the throne. Over the years Regi had heard many theories among the acolytes of what really went on during the monthly ritual. Some thought that a person was sacrificed on the altar to Azen, and others believed that the head priest would actually communicate with the god. One of the theories that had sounded the most convoluted and improbable to Regi was that Azen himself showed up to The Ritual to talk directly to the priests. Regi wasn't even sure that the god talked to the head priest that often, or if any priest had ever seen the god himself more than once. Regi believed Azen must have so many more important things to do than talk to a bunch of bumbling, whiny mortals. If Regi had nearly unlimited power and immortality he definitely wouldn't deal with any puny priests. However, he wasn't completely sure about his own theory. Acolytes were told next to nothing about what priesthood to Azen was like.

That all changed when he saw who sat upon the throne. The first thing Regi felt when he walked in the chamber was a sense of power, as if the air of the room itself were filled with some sort of mystic energy. He wasn't sure what the source was until he looked towards the marble platform. Sitting on the throne was a massive red dragon that matched every description Regi had ever heard of Azen.

Gold cuffs were clasped around the dragon's wrists and ankles, a sign of the high status of the god. His eyes were certainly yellowish-red and very intense just like the priests had described in the past. He wore nothing except for jet black strips of cloth around his waist (pteruges were what the priests had called them) and a large pair of brown sandals for his feet. Even from a distance Regi could tell the dragon was easily a few feet taller than him and also much thicker. The priests always said his chiseled body was a symbol of the strength and libido that all men should strive for. His own small source of magic cowered under the great sea of magical might that surrounded him. Regi would've never imagined that such strength was even possible. There was not a single doubt in the otter's mind. This was Azen.

The priests began to spread out in a long line in front of the god. Regi went to the right end of the line where he stood in silence like the rest of the priests. Internally he was freaking out. He was standing in front of an actual god! An acolyte like him would have never received such an honor!

He couldn't wait to tell everyone else, if he managed to escape unscathed of course. His stomach filled with dread when he thought about what kind of punishment a god could inflict on him if he were caught. Regi tried not to think about it. At the moment he knew he had nothing to worry about as long as he played it cool and did what everyone else did.

He stared up at Azen. The dragon was lounging in his throne, a clawed hand propping up his head. He scanned over all the priests assembled with his calm yet piercing gaze. Regi had a hard time not shivering when those eyes settled on him. After examining the line of the priests the god gave them all a grin. He rose up from the throne, towering above all of them. Regi's eyes widened when he finally saw the dragon's full size. There was no mistaking that such an imposing being was immortal. The dragon climbed down the dais and moved to the altar. The dragon spread his hands out.

"Welcome my priests. Tonight we will once again celebra..."

The dragon's booming voice faltered. His smile was gone, replaced by a suspicious frown. He narrowed his eyes and turned his snout towards the sky, almost as if he were sniffing at some offensive scent in the air. Then the dragon let out a growl so deep that the ground beneath Regi's feet began to shake.

"One of you... is an IMPOSTER!"

The dragon emphasized the last word by slamming his fist into the stone altar. The burning cauldrons to his sides flared up, sending crackling fire high into the air. Every priest nearly jumped out of their robes at the outburst.

Everyone began to mutter amongst themselves, wondering what the god meant by an imposter. Regi didn't turn his head, just continued to stare towards the stone floor in front of him. Just a few moments ago Azen's eyes were filled with a happy glow, but now they burned with rage. Regi felt extremely nauseous and felt panic begin to set in. The god could tell there was a fake priest there, and sooner or later he would find out it was Regi. Regi now turned his head to the side, glancing at the closed doors. Maybe he could make a run for it...

A wall of glowing, red light suddenly appeared over the two doors. Regi and all the other priests could feel the magical energy coming from it and turned around to take a look. They all knew no one would be leaving until the imposter was found. The quiet mutterings continued until the dragon slammed his fist against the obsidian altar again.

"SILENCE!"

The room fell silent instantly. Everyone turned around to face the god once again. Regi could feel the tension in the air. Everyone was afraid that the wrath of the dragon god would somehow be turned on them. Azen stared at every priest in the room for a few moments, his piercing eyes slowly moving down the line until they rested on Regi. The otter began to squirm under the dragon's gaze. Those red, reptilian eyes felt like they were staring down into his soul. Regi was ready to give himself up when the dragon turned his eyes away, and the otter let out a silent sigh of relief. Maybe he could find a way to get out of this.

"I can sense a magic that is not my own in the room. Most likely a demon who is trying to cause chaos during our sacred ritual."

The dragon let out a derisive snort.

"They don't even know how to mask their magic. This demon must be a fool to try and sneak in with such feeble powers."

Regi's heart sank. He didn't even know he could mask his magic. It must have been easy for the dragon to tell there had been something off. Apparently Regi still had much to learn.

"This demon's magic is so weak that it is nearly identical to the powers I have blessed upon my true priests. It will be difficult to pick out exactly which one of you is the imposter."

The dragon was deep in thought for a few moments. He then turned around and held out a hand behind him, making a circular motion with his arm. A glowing red portal appeared shimmering and shining like the ruby throne that was now hidden behind it. The dragon turned back around.

"One by one you will all walk through this portal and spend some alone time with me. If you are a priest you will be sent back out with your hood down. We will keep going until this demon is found, and once it is... well... then it will regret ever being brought into existence. You will all wait here. No one will move or say anything."

With that the dragon turned and walked through the portal. There was silence for a few moments, then the footsteps of the head priest in his ornate robe as he walked up to the platform and disappeared into the portal. Only a few moments later the priest was back out. His hood was now down, revealing the bull's long muzzle and imposing horns. He pointed at a priest in the middle of the line, who immediately stepped forward and glided up to the portal. The head priest returned to his original place in the line. Only a few seconds after entering the priest was back out. The eagle's prominent beak was now visible with his hood down. He pointed to someone else in the line.

Priest after priest entered the portal and came back with their hoods down. Regi was sweating buckets. He had a feeling he would be called soon.

The next one out was Father Rowan. The fox held up a single finger and pointed it directly at Regi. The otter's heart sank. Of course it had to be Theo's priest that sealed his fate.

Taking a deep breath he walked over to the platform and climbed up. He looked up at the wavering wall of red light in front of him. He gingerly reached a hand through the magical portal before stepping over the threshold and into Azen's domain.

Regi found himself in a stone room that had almost nothing in it. It had no doors or windows, and the only pieces of furniture there were a large throne similar to the one in the Altar room and a red, stone footrest in front of it. They were placed at the far end of the room so the occupant could get a clear view of who walked through the portal. Azen was currently sitting in it.

The first thing Regi noticed was that the dragon had discarded the small amount of clothing he had been wearing, and only the golden cuffs on his wrists and ankles remained. The naked dragon sat with his arms resting on the sides of the throne and his feet crossed on the footrest. His eyes were narrowed at the otter as he stepped in.

Regi thought the screening process would only take a few seconds, but that didn't seem to be the case. The otter had heard stories that the gods lived in a special realm where time passed much differently. Regi realized that time must move a lot slower in this realm than his reality. The priests from the outside seemed to go in and out in only a few seconds, but they had probably spent a few minutes or more with Azen.

Regi was stunned by the dragon's body. He was the perfect picture of masculine strength, and Regi could feel a sense of confidence and dominance coming from the dragon. Regi couldn't help but catch a glance of the dragon's cock. It was the biggest that the otter had ever seen. The dragon's flaccid shaft rested against one of his thighs, his balls spilling out onto the throne below. Regi's eyes widened as he looked at it. The thing was almost as big as his forearm, and probably just as long too.

Regi felt his eyes drawn down even further, and finally rested them on the god's feet. Regi felt a shiver run up along his spine. He had always had an obsession with reptilian feet. The foot loving otter would surreptitiously stare at the feet of any lizard, crocodile, alligator, or other reptile in the temple whenever he had a chance.

For years he wished he could have the opportunity to serve three-toed feet, and Azen was making that desire even stronger. The god's feet were huge, easily big enough to cover the otter's torso. His smooth, red soles started off narrow at the heels and then began to widen now near the middle of his feet until they reached the base of his toes. Each foot had three long, bony digits that had a small, curved claw at their ends. He had never wanted to worship a pair of feet more badly in his life. He felt drawn to them by the dragon's dominating aura like his body knew he belonged at the feet of such a powerful being. The dragon idly curled and wiggled his toes as his piercing eyes stared under Regi's hood. Regi started sweating as he stared at the creases that formed and dissipated in the dragon's soles each time he flexed his meaty feet. He hoped the shadow of his hood hid his ogling eyes from the dragon.

"Take off your hood."

Regi's eyes snapped back to the dragon's face. His lips were curled up in a small smile as he patiently waited for Regi to obey. After taking a deep breath the otter grabbed the sides of the hood and threw it backwards. The dragon continued to stare at Regi, a cocky smile on his face as he looked over him.

"Welcome otter. Are you one of my priests?"

Regi nodded meekly. He had a hard time keeping his voice steady.

"Yes, great Azen."

The dragon's cocky smirk got even bigger. He didn't seem suspicious of Regi at all. Regi could feel hope building up inside of him. Maybe there really was a chance he could get out of this unscathed.

"Then prove it by pleasuring me how you see fit."

The dragon indicated his naked body with his hands before placing them back on the armrests. The dragon continued to stare at Regi with a smirk, watching to see what the otter would do. Regi could feel something beginning to stir inside of him. He felt a strong desire to please the dragon, worship his powerful body. Regi took a step towards the dragon.

It was like he was being pulled towards him. He wasn't sure why but he needed to serve him, but as he got closer to the grinning dragon Regi he realized that the deity must have been using magic to make him want to worship him more.

Regi couldn't resist the god's powerful energy. His mind thought about the many ways he could please the red dragon. Regi imagined himself moaning as he licked the dragon's thick, hard shaft from the base all the way to the tip. He imagined sucking on one of the dragon's plump balls before showering his muscular chest with kisses. His altered mind kept crafting up more and more ways he could worship the mighty deity.

Regi ignored all of those thoughts. There was only one way he could serve the dragon, and he'd been wanting to do it since he entered. The otter dropped onto his knees before the dragon's feet. Without hesitating he leaned forward and pressed his nose in between two of the dragon's toes, taking in a deep, audible sniff of his foot.

The dragon let out a surprised grunt, raising his brow in confusion as he felt the otter's nose tickle his sole and suck in air from between his toes. Regi pulled his head back and let out a moan. The dragon's foot smelled amazing to the foot-loving mammal. Regi wasn't surprised that the masculine god's feet had a strong, manly musk to them, similar to his master's feet, but he wasn't expecting them to have a ripe, pungent odor that burned his nostrils. The otter couldn't help but let out a snicker. Somehow with an eternity and nearly infinite power the god still couldn't find the time to properly wash his feet.

The otter rubbed his cheek into the center of the god's foot, feeling the strength and power behind that smooth sole against his face. He had dreamed of being under feet like this. He let out another moan and took one long lick from the smooth heel up to the tips of the dragon's toes. The dragon let out a gasp as the otter's wet, ticklish tongue slid up the length of his sensitive foot. The otter went back and forth, taking a few whiffs of the dragon's smelly feet before lapping his tongue across his supple soles. The dragon let out a chuckle as he watched the otter worship him in such an unexpected way.

"I like the way you think otter. No one except you has gone for my feet. I wish more priests were fond of feet like you. You may continue."

Regi felt hope surge in his gut when he heard the dragon's encouragement. The dragon was actually enjoying his treatment. If he kept this up maybe he could fool an actual god. What a story that would be!

Regi continued to eagerly worship the dragon's feet. Years of pent-up energy and desire were released as the otter finally got to live out his fantasies of serving someone's smelly feet openly and brazenly. Even better, they were a god's feet. Regi took one of the dragon's long, scaly toes into his mouth and eagerly slurped on it. When he was finished the otter let it out of his mouth with a wet pop before burying his nose into another sweaty pit between the dragon's toes.

Regi could feel his throbbing boner painfully rubbing against the thick fabric of the robe. Already an orgasm was building up inside of him, and as he continued to worship the god's feet he only became more and more desperate for release. His mind became clouded by pleasure as the otter eagerly dug his hand underneath his robe and began to pump his cock while he continued to worship the dragon's soles.

Then Regi heard a growl come from the dragon, and he realized he had made a fatal error. He scrambled away from the dragon's feet, taking his hand out of his robe. Fear clenched at his gut as the furious god stood up from his throne, his eyes burning with rage. The dragon reached out a clawed hand towards the cowering otter. Regi let out a gasp as thick, red, bands of glowing light formed around his wrists and ankles. The otter could feel the magical power coming from the magical manacles.

A strange force started pushing him towards the ground. Regi desperately tried to fight it but it was too strong. Soon the otter was lying supine on the stone floor, his arms and legs spread out and weighed down by the glowing shackles around his wrists and ankles. He raised his head and let out a whimper of terror as the dragon stalked over to him, growling deeply from between his bared teeth.

"Finally, I've found you demon! If you were one of my priests you would know that you're not allowed to pleasure yourself while serving me without my permission."

Regi let out a gasp as he felt the dragon's power surround his mind. He knew that if he let the dragon use his magic to take over his thoughts he could do whatever he wanted to him. He gritted his teeth and formed his own magic into a protective shell around his consciousness. He felt tendrils of the god's magic prod and poke at his shield trying to slowly break it apart as the god's nearly endless sea of magic began to close in around him. The dragon let out a derisive snort at the otter's futile attempts to defend himself. The dragon stood next to the prostate Regi, shaking his head at him.

"You dare resist me? You will not hold out for long."

Regi was helpless as the dragon's magic tore apart his robe, exposing his naked body and still erect cock to the god. Regi eyes widened when he saw the dragon raising his foot above him. He looked at the underside of the god's sole he had been worshipping a few moments ago preparing to drop down onto his exposed torso, wondering how things had changed so quickly.

Regi braced himself for an impact that never came. Instead of stomping him the dragon began to lower his foot down towards his crotch. Regi let out a yelp as he felt the warm, smooth sole of the dragon's foot press his still erect cock against his stomach. He squirmed as he felt the dragon begin grinding his foot into his throbbing shaft, filling the otter with pleasure.

Regi's focus slipped, and a crack formed in his mental wall that the dragon easily took advantage of. The otter tried not to let the dragon's foot distract him, but it was too difficult. He closed his eyes and began to whimper as he desperately humped into the dragon's foot, feeling all of his control starting to slowly slip away. The god's sole was still wet with his saliva and glided along his cock so smoothly, sending shivers of bliss up the horny otter's spine.

Regi could feel his magical shield slowly begin to fall apart. The dragon let out a snicker at the otter's desperation.

"You are weak, demon. There is no use fighting anymore. Just give in to the pleasure..."

Regi let out a desperate moan. He knew it was useless fighting a god. He could already feel the dragon's thick tendrils of magic tickling at his mind as an orgasm welled up inside of him. He couldn't fight it anymore.

With a howl of animal pleasure he arched his back and began to vigorously hump the dragon's foot. He felt his magical shield dissipate as his entire body was filled with orgasmic pleasure. His fingers and toes curled up as wave after wave of cum spilled out from his pulsating cock onto the dragon's sole.

His pleasure filled mind lay exposed to the dragon who eagerly invaded it, taking complete control over the helpless otter. The otter let out pitiful whimpers as his orgasm slowly subsided, his twitching cock spilling a few more drops of cum onto the dragon's foot. The dragon's power pervaded his entire mind and body rendering him completely to the whim and mercy of the god. The dragon let out a chuckle as he lifted his cum-covered sole from the otter's now limp cock.

"You are mine now, demon."

The dragon smiled as he held his unclean foot over the otter's face. Regi stared up at the mess he had made on the dragon's foot. Streaks of his cum ran across the dragon's sole. A few thick drops of the stuff hung tenuously from the dragon's foot, dangerously close to falling on Regi's whiskers. The dragon spread his three toes apart, stretching the cum between them into thin quivering strings that hung across the dragon's digits like cobwebs. Seeing his cum all over the dragon's sole was like staring at his own weakness, and it filled the otter with embarrassment and anger at how easily he had let his body go to Azen.

"For what you've done you will be my prisoner forever. Your punishment will last an eternity."

Regi's stomach filled with dread as he saw the dragon lower his unclean sole towards his face. He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes as the dragon pressed his foot into his cheek, rubbing his still warm cum into his fur. The dragon's powerful toes curled around his head and pulled his face back up. The dragon pressed Regi's head into the ground, grinding a thick glob of cum into his nose, filling the otter's nostrils with a mixture of the pungent scent of his own cum and the musty stench of the dragon's foot. His cheeks were red with embarrassment as the dragon continued to use his face as a foot rag to clean off all the seed he had deposited on his sole. His wincing and whimpers only encouraged the dragon to press his foot down even harder.

"Now let's see who your master is..."

Regi felt the dragon begin to flip through his memories as if he were reading a book. It was a strange and uncomfortable feeling having someone root around inside his mind. Each memory the dragon saw played out in his own head as the dragon looked at his day in reverse. Regi saw how terrified he had been at the dragon's outburst in the altar room and how nervous he was right before he entered the chamber. He felt the guilt he had when he put his master to sleep after rubbing his feet and the curiosity he felt when he and Theo were talking about The Ritual. Satisfied the dragon pulled out of Regi's memories. He chuckled as he pulled his foot off of Regi's face.

"So you're not a demon after all Regi."

Regi shook his cum-covered head from side to side, feeling some sense of relief but not much.

"Well Regi I've never had an acolyte try to sneak into this ritual before. I thought the false tales that my priests and I have concocted about previous acolytes sneaking into it would scare away even the most courageous of you. I'm impressed by your bravery."

Regi was confused that the dragon was praising him.

"Ummm... thank you... Azen..."

Then that voice boomed with disappointment and anger.

"But I am not impressed by your impudence. Using your magic on your master then sneaking into something that you've been explicitly told is for priests only. Why would you do such a thing?"

The otter felt his cheeks burn with shame.

"I... I guess I was just curious. We acolytes watch the priests get ready for The Ritual every month, yet we know nothing about it. We all just want to know what goes on."

The dragon grunted and scratched his chin.

"Perhaps I should change the Ritual to include the acolytes as well if they are all that curious."

The dragon turned and stared down at Regi.

"Does anyone know about your abilities?"

Regi shook his head.

"I've told no one."

The dragon nodded, still deep in thought. After a few moments of thinking he smirked at Regi.

"I will speak with you and your master about that later. Now it's time for your punishment."

Regi's eyes widened with fear. He wondered what the god had planned for him. The dragon chuckled.

"You really want to see what happened during The Ritual you sneaky little imp? Oh you'll get to see it alright. In fact, you're going to be a participant."

The dragon's eyes narrowed and his muzzle curled into a sadistic grin. Regi felt the weight coming from the magical shackles being lifted from his body.

"Get up and follow me. I'll be giving you an intimate view of our monthly ritual."

Regi knew it was best to obey since his mind was still controlled by the dragon's powers. He stood up and followed the dragon out of the portal and back into the altar room.

***

Regi stood next to Azen on the raised platform in view of all the priests. He was still completely naked with his wrists and ankles still cuffed by Azen's magical rings. He was embarrassed to appear to the group of men in such a state, especially since most of them probably recognized him. Azen stood next to him, addressing the line of holy men.

"So the imposter was not a demon after all but an insolent acolyte. He's told me that many of the acolytes are just as curious as he is about The Ritual, so perhaps it could be changed to include them as well."

The priests turned to one another and began to talk amongst themselves. The Ritual had been done the same way for centuries, maybe even millenia, so they were shocked to hear Azen wanting to change it now. Azen's booming voice asked for silence.

"I will discuss that with you all later. Now, let us finally begin."

Azen guided Regi over to the altar.

"As a punishment for his defiance and a reward for his boldness, Regi shall be taken by me this Ritual."

Shocked muttering began among the priests again.

"I know the reward is supposed to go to the best priest throughout the month, but I thought our special guest deserved it more, since he wanted to see The Ritual so badly."

The god turned to the head priest.

"Golon, come up here."

The bull strode to the top of the platform and turned to face the priests. Regi could feel the excitement building in the air as the priests began to inch closer to the platform. Regi was a bit surprised by how eager they all looked. He thought The Ritual was going to be a mundane and monotonous affair. The bull lifted his hands to the captivated crowd.

"Today we celebrate the great Azen, the god of strength, war, and virility."

In unison the priests replied.

"Hail the great Azen!"

"He represents the power that all men wish to have. He is the eternal alpha, destroying and dominating anyone who dares cross his path. We must celebrate such strength!"

"Hail the great Azen!"

The god himself stepped forward bringing his arms up into the air. Regi could feel the energy in the chamber rising.

"Tonight we celebrate the virility and power within all of us. Tonight that power shall be unleashed! The strong shall dominate the weak! Let The Ritual... BEGIN!"

The dragon's arms shot into the air as he let out a roar. The flames on the platform flared up into the sky, casting the dragon's massive shadow onto the floor below. Every priest let out their own cry. Regi could feel magical power coming from the dragon, spreading into the air and pervading the entire room.

Regi started to feel a tingling in his crotch and butterflies in his stomach. His mind began to fog as a familiar primal hunger began to take over his body. He realized that the dragon's magic was making him, and everyone else in the room, incredibly horny.

Regi widened his eyes at the events that began to unfold. Every priest in the room was eagerly taking off their clothes, staring at each other with hungry, eager looks in their eyes.

Regi was surprised to see that the first priest to fall to his hands and knees was Father Rowan, Theo's priest. He watched in astonishment as the now naked head priest walked over to the kneeling fox, slowly rubbing his thick, bull cock in a hand and letting out a deep chuckle. The fox reached back, grabbed a cheek in each hand, and pulled them apart while lifting his tail. He looked back at Father Golon with a desperate, pleading look in his eyes. The bull roughly shoved away the fox's paws and took his ass into his own massive hands. He rubbed his cock in between the fox's cheeks, causing Rowan to tremble and shake with, to Regi's surprise, excitement.

Finally, the bull stopped teasing him and shoved his cock into the vulpine's shivering behind. Regi could hear Father Rowan's moaning as his eyes rolled back into his head and his tongue lolled out of his open mouth. The bull slid every inch of his girth into the fox, a smile on his triumphant face. He slowly pulled his cock out to the tip, before thrusting forward, splitting the fox and impaling him on his shaft. Regi watched in complete shock as the head priest gave the fox the roughest fucking he had ever seen. Moans and whimpers came unbridled from the fox's mouth as he enjoyed every second of his vigorous breeding. Pleasured grunts came from the horny bull as he powerfully humped the kneeling priest into the floor.

Similar scenes were happening with every other priest as well. A tiger and lion were spitroasting a german shepherd, throwing the helpless dog across their cocks back and forth. The canine didn't seem to mind being gaped and stuffed by his age old feline rivals, in fact, he seemed to be enjoying the treatment from the big cats to an excessive degree.

A buck was on his knees, eagerly slurping an eagle's cock while the bird used his thick antlers as leverage. A coyote and hyena were nose to nose, growling at each other as they mentally and magically fought one another to see who would be the alpha of the two. A small part of Regi was shocked at seeing the usually modest and stoic priests engaging in such scandalous acts, but for the most part he was incredibly turned on by the scene. The magic in the air was affecting him too, and he couldn't help but harden at the sight before him. He felt the dominative side of himself rise to the front of his mind as he looked around for someone to bury his cock into.

But then he felt a hand grab his shoulder.

He turned around and saw Azen towering over him. The dragon had a cocky sneer on his face as he stared down at the otter with eyes full of lust and hunger. Regi could feel the dragon's power wiggling and broiling in his mind and body, reminding him who had control. His thoughts changed in an instant. No longer did he want to dominate someone else. He wanted the dragon to dominate him.

A needy, desperate feeling slowly built up inside of him like a fire. Regi's consciousness was surprised at the feelings that began to bubble up within him. Never before had he wanted to be taken by a male so badly, but now the urge was overpowering his entire body. Regi's mind tried to resist for a moment before it was completely swallowed by his newfound submissiveness.

He let out a nervous whimper as the dragon grabbed his shoulder and turned him towards the altar. The dragon forced an image into his mind, showing the otter the position he wanted him in. Regi nodded and climbed to the top of the cool, black, stone block. Staying on his hands and knees he spread his legs as wide as he could while sticking his butt up into the air and lowering his chest to the altar's surface, just like the dragon's image depicted.

The dragon let out a satisfied grunt and stepped up behind him. Regi yelped as rough hands grabbed his cheeks and pulled them apart. He felt his butt twitch as it futilely tried to pull itself back from its stretched position. He looked back just in time to see the god beginning to rub his cock between his spread cheeks, sending shivers up through his arched back. The dragon's cock teasing his sensitive behind made him feel nauseous, not from disgust but because his mind and body wanted the dragon so desperately that it was making him feel almost ill. The dragon merely laughed at the trembling otter beneath him.

Beg for it.

The words did not come from the dragon's mouth, but from inside Regi's mind. The order filled and reverberated through every fiber of his being, dripping with power and dominance. Regi pressed his body backwards into the dragon's cock and let out whimpering so pitiful a listener would think the otter was on the verge of death and was letting out his last cries for help.

The otter mentally let the dragon's dominating presence that surrounded his thoughts know how badly he needed to be bred by the deity. His mind laid itself bare before the god. Regi would give anything that his mortal being could relinquish to Azen, whatever the god could possibly want from a weakling like himself, if he could have the honor of being a fuck toy for him. This extreme and obsessive display of submission pleased the god, and he let Regi know that his obsequiousness had been enough.

He pressed the thick head of his cock against Regi's tight, quivering rim. He felt a tingling sensation in his rear and his hole began to spread apart even further. He knew the dragon was using magic to open him up even more so his divine cock would be able to slide inside of him. Without the help of magic such a feat would've been impossible.

After a short struggle Regi's body gave up, allowing the foreign phallus to enter him. The otter had a heightened sense of how much the dragon's thick shaft was spreading his insides apart. Pangs of pleasurable pain shot up through the otter's body, causing him to arch his back and shake from the sheer potency of the feeling. He let out a long drawn out moan as the dragon slid further and further inside of him. He was starting to think the dragon would never stop when finally he felt a warm, scaly abdomen press against his furry rump.

The two of them stayed there locked together for a few moments, a smirk on the dragon's face as he looked down at the trembling otter beneath him. Regi could feel the dragon's presence invading his mind, telling him how much he loved to be penetrated, how he wanted to be fucked forever. After letting these thoughts simmer in his victim's mind the dragon pulled out his cock, preparing for the first thrust.

The otter let out a shocked gasp as the god's thick shaft plowed into him, sending a wave of dizzying pleasure throughout his abdomen. Even though it hurt a bit, Regi had to admit it felt so damn good. The way the dragon's cock slid against his insides and the sheer sense of fullness it gave him was intense, almost too intense. If it weren't for his and the dragon's magic his body and mind wouldn't have been able to take it.

The otter clawed at the cold stone beneath him as if he were trying to desperately crawl away from the abuse his behind was taking, but that wasn't the case at all. He was trying to get a grip on something so that he wouldn't move around and the full force of the dragon's hammering shaft would be unleashed inside of him.

The dragon's thrusts came in long, fluid motions, gently rocking the otter back and forth with the motion of his hips. Each thrust seemed to smash into some sort of button the otter had hidden away inside of him that filled him with unadulterated bliss. The otter looked up at the sky, a dopey smile on his face as the pounding inside of him continued unceasingly.

There was no urgency in the dragon's thrust; no desperation to cum, just slow, controlled domination of the person beneath him. The otter knew that the god with his divine stamina could probably go on like this for ages, and found himself wishing that he could take the dragon's cock and be its plaything for hours and hours. Of course the dragon was listening to these uncontrollable, lewd thoughts, and a deep chuckle echoed throughout his mind. The dragon leaned over Regi, his hot breath tickling his ears.

I never grow tired. I could ravish your body for days, keep you under my feet and cock for years. I would make sure you never grow tired of your place, wanting to serve me... forever.

The deep, rich voice filled every corner of his mind as he continued to slowly gyrate his hips against the otter. The last word lingered in his brain like an echo in a cave as the dragon's tip pushed up into his stomach. Regi emitted a long whine as a few strings of pre were pushed out of his throbbing tip and onto the stone below. His mind begged the power that controlled him for more, to go harder, to completely dominate him. His desperate pleas were met with a snicker.

This is what complete control over another being looks like. You may be able to put chains on your enemy or torture them into submission, but they are not subjugated until they crave to serve you. True domination only occurs when a creature desires nothing more than to live for your pleasure and every need. I will teach you what that feels like now...

Slowly the controlled and commanding deity that was currently filling his mind was replaced by an angry, primal, lust-filled beast.

Regi let himself go to the hungry animal, preparing himself for the wrath of a wild, horny god. He wailed as the dragon began to truly rut the disobedient acolyte, showing off his divine strength. His body felt like it was about to be split open each time the god plunged his mighty manhood into him, his magic the only thing stopping him from completely ruining the helpless mustelid loving every moment of it.

Regi clawed at the altar, desperate for more yet also desperate to escape the mind-numbing pounding he was receiving. His eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled each time the dragon hilted himself in the smaller creature, filling him with pleasure he had never known was possible. He would've came by now if it weren't for the dragon's magic holding his orgasm back, driving the otter deeper and deeper into subservience, willing to do anything just to feel the ultimate pleasure he craved so badly.

His body and mind screamed at the dragon, begging him to let him have his release, but the dragon only let out a growl that filled his head, letting the whimpering otter know he was in control and he alone would decide when the otter would be allowed to cum.

Regi was starting to wonder if the god would ever stop, or if Azen would continue breeding him for eternity. The thought made the otter shiver.

Then he heard the dragon's grunts slowly get louder and his breath get coarser. Regi knew it was about to be time.

You are mine! MINE!

With a roar that filled the chamber the god finally relinquished his holy seed into the otter. Regi groaned as he felt wave after wave of Azen's cum flow into him as if a dam had been broken inside of him. The magic holding his own orgasm back finally released its grip, allowing him to achieve his own state of pure bliss. The otter sprayed the altar with his seed as fiery pleasure burned through his entire body. It was as if the two had united and become one; god and servant, master and slave, and dominator and subjugated sharing each other's passion.

Eventually their combined pleasure slowly faded away into comfortable numbness. The otter basked in the afterglow as he tried to recover from the best orgasm of his life. His breathing was shallow, and his body was sore and shaking from the ruthless pounding it had just taken, but he also felt deep satisfaction.

The dragon slowly pulled his softening, ridged cock from the otter. When the head finally popped out a steady amount of cum began to leak from the otter's reddened tailhole.

The otter glanced over to his left to where the priests had been having their own fun. The smell of sex and semen filled the air, and the floor of the chamber was covered by exhausted but happy priests, recovering from their own intense intercourse.

The otter groaned and placed his forehead against the altar's cool, smooth surface. That was easily the most exhilarating and intense experience of his lifetime. He was glad it was over though. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle something so extreme and exciting again.

Then he heard the dragon god chuckling inside of his mind.

Oh, it's not over yet you impudent rogue. In fact, we've only just begun.

The otter let out a groan as he felt the dragon drop his newly erect cock on top of his lower back. He could feel the energy and heat pulsing from the shaft against his fur, eager to wreck his hole again.

To his left the priests were beginning to stir. Azen's magic filled the air, renewing their spent energy and filling them with libido once again. Already their fresh moans began to fill the massive chamber as they found new partners to enjoy their virility and fertility with.

The otter felt youthful energy freely flow into him from the dragon's powers, and he dutifully arched his back, moved his rudder to the side, and lifted his butt up into the air as Azen grabbed him around the waist. He steeled himself for another round with the god, nervous and excited again.

At that very moment he believed sneaking into The Ritual was perhaps the greatest and worst thing he had ever done.

***

Regi walked down the hall of the temple with a wicker basket filled with laundry in his hands, whistling happily. Each time he passed a group of acolytes talking excitedly to each other he couldn't help but smile. All of them had just learned the news.

The Ritual would now include the acolytes as well.

As it turns out Father Samik had woken up right before The Ritual's completion, and had hurriedly traversed the temple to the chamber to ask the god to forgive him for his absence. When he had opened the doors to the chamber he was more than a little surprised to see his acolyte splayed across the main altar and covered with holy cum. After Azen had dismissed the other priests he had summoned Regi and Father Samik for a private meeting.

The dragon had explained in detail what had happened and what the otter had done and why. Father Samik had listened patiently the whole time, arms crossed and foot tapping with irritation. Regi had stood sheepishly to the side while they talked, trying to read the wolf's emotions. He wasn't sure if the wolf had been proud, impressed, angry, or surprised. Perhaps a combination of all four.

After the god had finished the otter had dropped to his knees and begged for his master's forgiveness. He truly did feel bad for taking advantage of the kind and caring wolf, and he was worried that their relationship would never be the same again for what he had done. To his relief the wolf forgave him completely, but he did give a special punishment.

With his usual cheeky smile the wolf had given the nervous otter his sentence. For his crimes he would have the gruelling and demeaning task of licking and sniffing the wolf's paws every day along with the usual massage.

The otter had chuckled happily and humbly thanked his master for such a lenient punishment.

The deal had been simple. Regi would tell no one that he snuck into The Ritual and that he was the real reason Azen had decided to change the rules. The acolytes would believe that the gracious god himself had been the one who solely decided to give them the honor of joining the sacred ritual. In addition, Regi would begin training with Azen to hone his magical abilities and perhaps become a priest someday. The stunned otter had thanked the god profusely, promising to become the best priest the deity had ever seen.

In the distance he saw his friend Theo sprinting down the hallway towards him, a beaming smile across his face. The otter stopped as the lion nearly crashed into him, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Did you hear the news!?"

The otter gave his friend a wide, cheeky smile.

"I sure did, though I wonder why Azen decided to change the rules all of a sudden. Seems a bit strange to me."

The lion narrowed his eyes and gave the otter a suspicious smirk.

"Why do I feel like you had something to do with this?"

The otter said nothing, merely giving his friend a wink. The lion gasped.

"Oh dear Azen you really did sneak in! What happened? Did you get caught? Did they sacrifice anybody? Do you think they'll sacrifice me for the next one?"

The otter shook his head.

"You'll just have to find out for yourself my friend. Let's just say you're gonna be a bit sore the next day."

With that the otter walked past his friend and continued down the hall, once again whistling happily as he went about his chores.

Though he still felt guilty, the otter was glad he had done what he did. He realized that sometimes all it took was a bit of courage and perhaps foolishness to get things to change for the better.

And now knowing what he did, one thing was for certain.

He was eagerly looking forward to next month's ritual.