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Choosing to Serve

For Inscrutable

By Draconicon

Rachael had never expected to be working under someone in this particular way, but the raccoon had to admit that there were some perks to the job. Aside from the general awkwardness that had come up with it, she had gotten a new suit - one that hugged her ass far too much for her tastes - as well as a series of new tools that had made her even better at thieving than she already was, and she'd even gotten to have a good vacation before she was put back to work. Almost best of all, she had more information about where her targets were kept, and best of all...

Best of all, she had a new hide-out.

The raccoon let go of the rope that led down the side of the cliff to a cave, and she shook her head as she tapped the little light that hung from her shoulder. The path from cave entrance to the inner caverns was pretty much a straight shot, but there was a turn at the last minute that was very easy to miss, and it could lead to one walking right into a stone wall if you weren't paying attention. Her nose still ached from doing that once already.

Rachael shook her head, focusing on just walking forward. She could feel the loot burning a hole in her pocket already, and she knew that her new...

She wanted to say 'employer,' but she knew that he would correct her the second that he heard it. Her 'master' wanted to see what she had gotten, and she wanted to get it off her back. It was a win-win, and it would give her a reward. He promised that.

And she knew what she wanted.

Just give it to him, then get out. That's all you have to do.

Much as the raccoon enjoyed the new tools, she knew better than to think that this would be all sunshine and rainbows forever. He had already fucked her once, and the feeling of his cock up her ass had been, if not the best thing in her sexual life, one of them. She had cum twice since then thinking of it, and she knew that being around this man would only make it worse.

No matter the benefits, she had to get out while the getting was good.

She reached the turn and took it, the slender raccoon stepping into the main cavern. Her master, the ancient dragon Draconicon, waited for her there.

Pausing at the hole from corridor to cavern, she looked at him. The black dragon sat in a robe as dark as his scales, rimmed and hemmed with silver, and he smiled as she walked into the room. He fixed her with a level stare with those strange white eyes of his, and she knew, somehow, that he had already figured out what she'd managed to steal for him. The raccoon gritted her teeth, stepping in.

"A pity that you decided to come dressed; I would have imagined your thievery would be best done nude," he said.

"Well, that's not an option. I need too many tools."

"Right now, you do. But work for me long enough, and you'll have others to make use of."

"..." She shook her head, not wanting to think too much about that. "I got it."

"I knew you would. Let me see."

The raccoon pulled a sack from over her shoulder, tossing it to the ground. She didn't bother opening it up, but rather kicked it across the room, letting it land at the dragon's feet. He cocked his head to the side, then chuckled.

"Still so petty."

"You were the one that decided to fuck me the minute I was in reach last time."

"Rachael, if you think that you're out of reach now, you're quite wrong. Now..."

The dragon gestured, and his magic - magic, of all things, which she could still barely believe - lifted the sack from the ground. He reached inside, pulling out an old, well-bound book. He turned it in his hands, looking at the spine, then running his fingers along the pages. Finally, he opened it, turned a few pages, and nodded to himself.

"I am quite satisfied with this."

"I'm not going to be told what's in it, am I?"

"Only if you want to learn from it."

"..."

"You are tempted, slave. You don't have to be ashamed of that."

"I don't want to be tempted," she muttered, looking away from him again.

"I'm sure. However. I promised you a reward."

Yes. The reward. The entire reason that she had bothered with this to begin with. The raccoon nodded her head a few times, holding her hands at the side of her latex bodysuit, feeling the whole thing clinging to her hips, her ass, her pussy. It was nothing more than a second skin, something that ran from her neck all the way down to her toes, and it fit her as if she was naked. It was embarrassing to wear, and yet...yet, there was something about the way that it showed her off, something about the way that it made her feel to wear...

No, she couldn't think about that. She had to think about getting out. She had to leave, before she was tempted again.

"I want -"

She turned to face the dragon, only to freeze. He had already undone his robes, and that meant that certain...things...were visible. Her eyes dropped down to his cock, to his balls, and her memory flicked back to that night at the museum, at the feeling of that massive shaft inside of her. She could feel her anus already quivering, clenching, remembering the impossible pleasure of being broken in by that thing.

No, no, not again...

Yet, Rachael could already feel herself sliding back there, going back to that moment, remembering how good it felt to bend over and offer her ass. She could almost feel that cock sliding into her again, taking her, filling her to the brim and then letting her feel that seed sliding out again.

It was almost more than a memory. She could see the dragon's cock - her master's cock - slowly rising up, and she bit her lip as she turned her head away.

"Put that away..."

"No."

"Please. I can't..."

"I don't want you to do anything yet. All I want is for you to tell me what sort of reward you want."

"I...mmmph..."

She could still see it in her mind's eye, still almost feel it under her tail. The sensation of burning flesh, the friction that came with her pucker getting forced open by something too large, that almost mind-breaking feeling of having that stupid thing so deep inside of her that it shattered all her other sexual pleasures into dust...

Damn it...that's not...that's not fair.

She kept squirming in place, shuffling from foot to foot. Every time that she looked at that dick, she went right back to that first night, how good it felt, how the dragon made her feel like the sexiest girl in the world with how much attention he paid her ass. Even now, she could almost feel the phantom of it sliding between her cheeks again.

"What do you want as a reward?" he asked.

I want my freedom, she thought, but the thought refused to come out as words. Her body was in charge again, and it knew what it wanted. She took a step forward, whimpering in the back of her skull as she reached down and stroked that thick shaft, feeling it beneath the latex around her fingers.

"I...I want..."

"Yes?"

"I want...this...in me again..."

"You want to be fucked up the ass?"

"Gods, yes."

"Then say it."

Rachael groaned under her breath. She had failed to get away this time; he still had too strong a hold over her, but that didn't mean that it would be that way forever. Sooner or later, she'd figure out a way to escape the wizard's hold. She was the best thief in the world, after all. But until then...

"Master...I want you to fuck my ass."

Click.

Her clothes disappeared as he snapped his fingers, and no sooner had they disappeared than she was in his grip, floating over his lap. The raccoon bit her lips as her ring tail was pulled off to the side, barely holding in a moan as she felt the heated tip of his cock against her ass cheeks.

"That's it...you know what you want...and you know I love giving it to you," he whispered to her.

The black dragon's cock throbbed all the harder as he slowly lowered her, and she wondered just how much experience he had in getting women on his dick. Regardless, his tip parted her ass cheeks, aimed right up for her pucker. She was vaguely sweaty from the suit, giving her something slick down there, but nothing that made her ready for that monster. Three inches around, that thick cock was something that was made for breaking people, something that was meant to rip them apart and make them into -

"Ah...ah!"

She gasped as the head rubbed against her pucker directly, already pushing against her. Rachael bit her lips, trying to hold back the moans again, but it was like a person trying to hold back the sea. The dragon's touch had already sparked other spells, ghostly fingers pulling at her nipples, stroking her thighs, parting her ass cheeks. She could feel that stiff rod rubbing right against her hole, nudging it, thrusting against it, weakening her resistance until -

POP!

"AH!"

She screamed, but not in pain. Her head rolled back, some deep, unfair magic making her love it. Her pussy started dripping as if given its own cue, her asshole stretched beyond all reason around the tip of her master's cock. Her toes curled against the air, her head rolled back as the dragon looked down at her, his white eyes glowing.

"There you go...that's the tip..."

"I...I need...more..."

"And you'll get it..."

He pulled, and she screamed, cumming before she reached the halfway point of his dick. Rachael whimpered, knowing that she'd be doing much more than that before he was done fucking her ass...and she knew that she'd be even more of an anal addict after this session than she already was.

The End

Summary: Rachael continues her servitude to Draconicon, hoping to follow the plan that she made to escape. Unfortunately, her body has other ideas.

Tags: M/F, Draconicon, dragon, raccoon, anal, anal addiction, magic, size difference, corruption, cheating, ghost hands, big dick, master/slave,