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The Cost of a Curse

Part 1

For Dradmon and Areyath

By Draconicon

The temple that Haze lived in was falling apart, and there were regularly little pests that visited. They were always causing small irritations, and the great beast that lived within the temple often had to undertake a cleaning day just to get rid of them. He didn't like doing it, but it was necessary.

However, this latest evening, it was more than the regular rats and rodents that lived in the cracks in the temple walls that woke him. Something louder, something bigger had come crashing through somewhere in the outer ring, and he grumbled as he opened his eyes.

"This better be good..."

Haze lifted himself to his feet, taking his time with his great body to do it properly. After all, the ceiling could only stand so many batterings from below, and he had long-since left his imprint on it. His two golden horns had punched through it no less than a dozen times, and the ceiling had taken the worst of it. His horns were still unmarked, while the roof regularly leaked rainwater on his head.

He kept his head bowed, long ears out to the sides of his head with the outer edges curled down in annoyance. With the exception of the golden stripes and bands at his neck, belly, and wrists, he was little more than a deep purple shadow, a bruiser of a bruise on the stone walls of the temple. The monster growled under his breath, scratching at his belly, his long tail sweeping back and forth behind him as he stomped on the tips of his toes through the hallway. The thrashing, crashing sound of an unwelcome visitor continued to fill the temple halls, so it was clearly someone that didn't have any idea of the attention that they were garnering.

As he ran his claws along the wall, effortlessly cutting through the stone as he did, he wondered what he would find in the far halls. He could already hear the movement shifting from the outer ring towards the middle, almost like this stranger was trying to find his way deeper into the temple.

No. No, not trying. Flailing. Pushing around, panicking. Haze knew the sound and smell of panic, and he knew that was what was going on. There was no plan here, no thought-out strategy. This was someone that had suffered something, and was desperately looking for a way to solve it, to relieve it.

He doubted that he would be the one to provide that relief, but he supposed he could see what it was. If nothing else, it would be more interesting than the rats.

Dragging himself up and through one of the bigger holes in the wall, Haze saw the walls ahead shaking. The intruder was on the other side, and the bestial monster stopped at the rattling stones. They were shivering, shaking, bouncing against each other, and he could feel the slamming vibrations of something hitting the floor again and again on the other side of the wall.

Fucking...

Haze punched through the stone, his three-fingered, one-thumbed hand gripping the head of whatever was on the other side. Squeezing tight, he felt scales beneath his digits, and he had his claws so near to the intruder's eyes that it would have been easy to blind him.

"Stop. Moving," he grunted.

"Who - what?!"

"I said." He squeezed, and he felt the scales start to give. "Stop. Moving."

"...Okay."

"Good."

The wall already damaged, Haze decided to just walk right through. Why bother holding back when it was already crumbling? The other walls would hold the room up. He pushed forward, his bulk and strength more than sufficient to break through the stone after he had punched through the wall proper.

Held tight in his grip was a dragon. Not a two-legged one, as he had seen a few times before, but a feral one, one that had been rampaging around from the sight of all the stone dust on the floor. He glanced down at the beast, cocking his head to the side as he tried to understand why one of them would dare come to his temple.

Then, he saw a glint of gold. Not a scale, but a single golden ring on the dragon's front claws, and he knew.

"Heh...you found the cursed treasure room, didn't you?" Haze asked.

"What? You...why do you have one of those?"

"For greedy little pests like you."

There was another treasure room, of course, but Haze doubted that the treasure hunters that constantly popped their heads up around here would ever push that far into his temple. Nor did he think that they would particularly want the treasures available back there. What he valued and what the rest of the world valued were two very, very different things.

With a grunt, he easily twisted the feral dragon around. The beast was not that much bigger than a horse, really, though it was considerably longer. He ran his finger along the dragon's neck, then over its chest, feeling for the signs of the particular curse that had affected this thing.

It wasn't until he reached further down, between the beast's hind-legs, that he realized what had happened. He chuckled, pulling his hand back.

"Heh, lost your manhood, hmm?"

"D-dragonhood, thank you!" the dragon said, rather indignant. When he let go, the beast pulled itself up onto its haunches, sitting almost like an indignant cat might have done. It didn't quite lick itself, but it did narrow its eyes at him. "You can fix this, right?"

"Heh. You steal from me, then ask me to fix your problem?"

"But...but..."

"Traps are there for a reason, dragon. I don't want to deal with people like you."

"But...please! I can't just go back like this. I have a...a..."

"A cunt?"

The dragoness blushed, and the color red was a remarkable complement to the black scales of the dragoness's face. It seemed to fit, like a blushing bride.

Haze crossed his arms, shamelessly looking down at the smaller beast. He could ever so easily just rip the ring from the creature below him, but that wouldn't take away the curse. No, it was laid on them quite heavily, now, bound to their scales, and that would make them rather feminine for some time. Perhaps a few decades, at least.

And considering the dragoness's shame with her new body, he doubted that she would be willing to suffer through that.

Chuckling to himself, he leaned back against the broken wall behind him. His tail thrashed, cutting through more of the stone, battering it to powder as he considered his options.

"Tell me, thief. How much are you willing to do in order to get what you want?"

"Anything," the dragoness said, immediately.

"Heh, do you know what 'anything' would mean?"

"..."

"I'm talking service, dragoness. I'm talking about you putting yourself to work with me, making yourself my little toy for a time. You willing to do something like that?"

"How the hell is that fair?"

"You invaded my temple, stole my treasure, and you're asking me for help. You don't think that calls for a little payment?"

The black dragoness obviously didn't like the idea, but Haze wasn't budging. He had already given up a great deal of time just dealing with the dragon, and there had been a great deal of damage to the declining temple, as well. That alone would have merited the services that he was asking for. The dragon was lucky that he wasn't asking for anything more, at least, not yet.

The dragoness looked back the way that she'd come, grumbling under her breath, obviously considering her options. Haze knew where her thoughts would eventually go. Curses were nearly impossible to break on one's own, particularly if you didn't have any clue how they worked in the first place. Even witches tended to go to one another to break curses, since one's magic didn't really work so well when one was under a curse.

There was only one option, when one came right down to it, and it was just a matter of waiting for this intruder to get it through her head.

Eventually, the dragoness sighed, lowering her head.

"Fine. I'll...do it."

"You'll do what?"

"Oh, are you serious? Do you want me to dirty-talk that dick hard or something? I'll do it. Don't make me do more."

"Oh, cunt. I'll make you do much more than that."

"It's a cloaca, you jerk..."

"Fine. Shall I call you 'cloaca', then?"

"..."

"Or do you have a name?"

"...Dradgien."

"Drad, then."

"Dradgien!"

"I don't think that the one that is begging for help deserves to shout at the one providing it, do you?"

The dragoness glared at him with all the venom that she could muster, but Haze wasn't affected. He knew what the situation was. It was a matter of educating her until she realized that there was no way for her to just glare him into submission. He was the one in charge, and she would have to go along with that if she wanted to get what she needed.

"Fine...Drad, then."

"Good girl, Drad."

"Now...what do you want from me?"

The red was back in her cheeks, and it was as pretty as it had been before. Haze chuckled, snorting hard, and his snout turned up in a smirk of anticipated pleasure. He reached down between his legs, drawing the dragoness's eyes down.

He loved the way that females always went wide-eyed when they saw what he was packing, and this Drad was no exception. Her eyes went about as wide as they could go as he fondled himself, showing off his cock, showing off how it was already a good nine inches long while soft, and how it was going to get even bigger before it was anywhere close to hard.

As he stroked himself, his cock grew ever harder, stiffening between his fingers and bouncing in his hand. He stroked it until it was truly a massive piece of flesh, the head a tapered red point, fading into something slightly lighter along the underside. Ridges rolled down the bottom, becoming something that would tickle and tug at the inner walls of any hole, while the base flared out in a knot of epic proportions.

If he had wanted to fuck the dragoness right then, he knew that her cloaca would be stretched and trained in a way that would never go away. The dragoness would remember who had touched her, who had trained her, and there'd be no way for her to ever, ever forget just how that felt.

The thought was more arousing than Haze had expected, and the monster wondered if he had gone perhaps a little too long without the pleasure of another. Certainly, it had been some time.

As he stroked a finger up along the reddish head of his cock, he gathered some of his pre-cum, letting it dribble down from his finger. The long, pearly string dangled, reflecting what little light entered this part of the temple.

"Come here," Haze said, smirking. "Come here and take a taste."

"Can't believe I'm doing this..."

"You'll do a lot more before I'm done with you."

"Hmmph."

"And you'll love it."

"Yeah, right."

"You'll see. Now. Come."

The dragoness did as she was told, walking across the ruined chamber to him. Haze grabbed her by one horn, pulling her head down, and dragged her nose across his sac. He felt the soft puff of air down there, the rush of warmth, but more than that, he felt the tension that followed.

Yes, you understand now, don't you, bitch? he thought, feeling the dragoness go stiff beneath his hand. This is what you need...what you crave...

There wasn't a sudden, dramatic change, but he could tell that this Drad had suddenly learned just how powerful his musk could be. The dragoness wasn't moaning, but he could feel the mini-shivers running down her neck, the way that her eyes looked up at him with a new sort of respect-fear that was tinged with an arousal that she didn't entirely want. She curled her tail down ever so slightly, too, almost like an instinct to protect her cloaca.

That was just the start, too. He dragged her back and forth across his groin, making her breathe in from the sweaty spots between his thighs and his groin, in the place where the joint stuck, where the thick scent was stronger. He pulled her head up to the spot where his sac met his cock, where the shaft normally lay over the balls, and made her breathe that in. When she tried to open her mouth, he forced it closed, keeping her just breathing. Taking it in. Making her needs grow.

For Haze was more than just a simple monster. He knew what the curses in his vaults did, and he had long-since helped turn them to focus on him. After all, a cursed monster wandering around in his temple could make an intruder far more dangerous. However, a cursed monster that had a focus on serving him...

Well, that was just fun.

As she breathed in the scent more and more, it was clear that it was affecting her mind. She was trying not to show it and doing her utter best to keep from being completely overwhelmed, but it was a barely-effective effort. She might not have been completely out of it, but the smell was doing its job.

He eventually pulled her head back, making her look up at him.

"So, my little spiky girl."

"I just...I just told you my name."

"Yes, but it still sounds too...male."

Grinding his erection against the sides of her snout, leaving more of his dripping fluids against her cheeks and along her chin, Haze made her keep staring at him. Her eyes would fog and then clear, and then fog again, always fighting against the needs that his pheromones were awakening in her.

"Heh, look at you. Already so eager."

"Mmph...it's just...just to get the curse...removed..."

"Oh, you say that now...but we'll see."

He doubted that she would be able to keep her head clear forever. Eventually, she would start to crave more than just the scent. Eventually, she would see him as someone that could give her more pleasure than her own fingers or tail or tongue could. But that would be for later. For now, let her believe that this was purely transactional. Let her believe that this was something that she was just putting up with.

He still had a free hand, and he brought it down to her neck, tracing a line along the side of it, as if she was already wearing a collar. The dragoness shivered at that, trying to shake her head.

"Mmmph...don't..."

"You know it would be good."

"I'm...mmmph. I'm not your girl."

"No, you're spiky, angry, but you are a girl. And you could be mine...mine, held down against me..."

He made sure to grind against her again, making her feel the sheer thickness and size of his cock, letting her see that the whole thing was long enough to fill her snout and then go into her neck. There would be no escape from his cock, no way to pull back enough to just keep it in her mouth once he got started.

There was red in her face again, red and black, and just a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth. Oh, there was a part of her that was eager, alright, a part of her that the pheromones had woken up and told that it was time to play.

He slapped her cheek, not hard, but not light, either, with his cock. The impact snapped her out of it, and she gasped.

"The hell was that -"

"It's time to start, girl."

"Mmmph...I told you..."

"My spiky girl wants to argue terms?"

"..."

"I didn't think so."

With another pull, he dragged her nose down to the base of his cock again, making her take in the scent one last time before pulling her nose back to the tip. It was oozing, and she reached out her tongue without him ordering it. Maybe she thought that she could avoid sucking the whole thing if she gave the tip some attention, or perhaps she thought that there was something that he wanted from that. Or maybe she was just falling so deep into the arousal that his musk caused that she didn't care so much anymore.

Whatever the case was, she wasn't going to be getting him off doing that. Not when he wanted so much more.

He grabbed her by the back of her head and thrust forward. Not so far as to punch his cock into her throat, but far enough for it to enter her. She gasped around it, sucking through her mouth and nose at once, and immediately tried to pull back. Haze, of course, didn't let her, guiding her mouth further down.

"Suck, lick, swallow," he instructed.

"Mmmph!"

"Do it, and you can breathe. Don't, and you'll choke."

He had the leverage, and from where he stood, he could keep her down while also pinching her jaws just enough to keep her from biting him. Dragons were easy enough to control if you paid attention.

Eventually, she stopped squirming and followed his orders, gradually clearing her mouth and throat from the sudden blockage that she'd gotten when she tried to breathe with her mouth full. The dragoness started to suck gently, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, and he smiled as he leaned back again.

"Ahhhhh...that's it...good girl..."

She growled again, but he knew that it was a useless, impotent display of frustration rather than true anger. She was so deep in the power of his pheromones that she couldn't have fought back even if she wanted to, and at this point, he really doubted that she wanted to. She was having too much fun.

He dragged her slowly up and down his cock, taking his time to really savor the feeling of her tongue running along the bottom of his cock. There was something really intense about that soft, almost tickling sensation that he had to stop and just hold her there, making her lick and suck and just...worship him.

It had been far too long since someone of appropriate size had tried invading the temple. Most of them got stopped at the outskirts, or didn't make it past the cursed vault, and when they did get cursed, they were still too small to really be of any use to him. This, however, was something different.

This was something perfect.

He growled as he dragged the dragoness down along his cock, pulling her all the way to the midpoint before she started to gag again. There was something even better about that, too, particularly with how she was grunting, huffing, obviously struggling to keep going, but pulling back before she could completely lose it. One lick, one suck, one lick, one suck.

The tip of his cock kept prodding at the back of her throat, almost pushing through, then pulling back again. Forward, back, forward, back, feeling the clench of her throat around the head of his cock, always just that little bit more than the rest of her mouth. He wanted to fuck her throat, but she kept pulling back just that little bit, a hint of willpower keeping him from being able to take her all the way.

Well, it would be easy to fix that.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out completely, slapping his spit-soaked cock against the edge of her snout. The dragoness panted for breath, staring up at him, her eyes wide as she struggled to hold onto herself.

"Ah ah."

He gently cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"What do you need?"

"Mmmph...ah...ah...I...I need..."

"You need cock, don't you?"

"Mmph...you...you want me to..."

"Ah ah."

Haze chuckled, gently pulling her head down, pulling his cock back. The next lick went across his balls, and he felt her shuddering in his grip. Yep, that was the ticket. The heady sweat, the harsh musk down there. One lick, two, three, and she started getting into it without as much encouragement from him. She started to drag her broad tongue along his heavy sac, working up to the base of his cock and sheath. Each lick forced her to take in even more, pushing her to be more excited, more eager.

It didn't take long after that for her tail to start wagging slightly, for her claws to dig into the stone with crushing force. She whimpered, groaning, pushing up towards his cock again. She wanted it, and she wanted it badly.

And he was going to give it to her. This time, far harder than before.

Haze shifted position, moving back so that the spiky dragoness had to stick her head out, stretching her long neck as the feral took a different position. He allowed that tongue to wrap around the head of his cock, letting her get a good grip on it. The tickling feeling came back, the warm wetness, the eagerness of that wet tongue.

It was as good as he had ever hoped, and Haze growled as he savored the mixed pleasure of her eagerness and the raw pleasure that came with the exquisite uniqueness of a dragon's mouth. This little slut was desperately trying to suck his cock back into her mouth, trying to get him to give her control.

Well, that wasn't going to happen, was it?

He grabbed her horns again and rammed forward, burying his cock all the way down her throat. She gasped around his shaft, but it was too late. Whatever restraint or inhibition her old male brain might have had, it was disappearing under her body's reaction to his masculine smell, to the thick cock in her throat, and most of all, to the size difference between them. He had to be almost twice her size; she would be feeling the urge to submit to that.

And when she looked up at him, the tip of her snout pressed firmly against his crotch, he could see the haze in her eyes, the urge to give in, the bliss that was burning through her expression. She wanted this, and she wanted it badly. Her lips tried to spread around his knot, but it was just that little bit too big for her.

And her throat...god, her throat felt perfect. It was still spasming around his cock, still trying to milk it, or trying to push it out, by turns. Her body was big enough for it, though only barely.

Wonder how her pussy would feel...

The thought was enough to make his cock jump and bounce in her throat, and she swallowed desperately to keep control of the situation. Well, as much control as Haze allowed her, anyway.

"That's it...swallow, slut."

She was deep enough in his pheromones that she didn't complain about being called that, nor did she fight him as he started to pull her back and forth. There was no need for her to move at all. He was the one in control now, and he was the one that was taking his pleasure.

He pulled her all the way back to the tip of his cock, then yanked her down. Hard. The feeling of her throat opening up again was just perfect, a pleasure in and of itself completely separate from the warm feeling of her mouth. She gagged, yes, but that was to be expected. She wasn't used to it, but she would be.

Oh, she would be. He'd make sure of it.

In, out, in, out, each thrust slow and steady, taking advantage of the utter adoration that she had for him right at that moment. Her nose was damp with the pheromones and sweat and other stuff that clung to his groin and sheath, and the way that she stared at him, she was utterly in lust. She could not let go, could not complain.

"Yes...take it..."

"Mmmph..."

"Take it, you spiky bitch..."

"MMMPH!"

She moaned, and he half-imagined that she was dripping from all this. If she was, that would be sexy. So very sexy. He almost wanted to stop and jam it up her cloaca right then and there, but...but...

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

He thrust harder, faster, burying his cock up to the knot in her mouth and throat, his balls swinging forward and slapping against her chin. He was getting closer and closer, savoring the feeling of her scaly lips pressing tight to his dick, enjoying the feeling of her tongue flicking around, teasing his cock from various angles.

Each time he slammed in, his knot was that much bigger, throbbing harder and firmer against her lips. There was no way that he was going to be getting that down her snout, not without forcing her jaws apart and jamming it in all the way. But that was fine. He had something else in mind.

Hump, hump, hump he went, and he felt that pleasure building up in the back of his balls, his eyes rolling back at the approaching bliss. He growled in the back of his throat, clenching his teeth as he gripped her horns that much tighter.

"Alright...alright, girl...just about...there..."

She seemed to take more of an interest at that point, and her tongue wrapped around his cock, giving it a tight little squeeze, almost forming a secondary tunnel for him to thrust into. It almost pushed him over the edge, almost had him cumming down her throat.

But not quite.

With a grunt, he pulled his hips back, gripping the base of his cock just under his knot. He squeezed again, and it was all that he needed.

"Nnnngh!"

It hit like a ton of bricks, hot tingles of pleasure running out from his crotch, running up his cock and then out through the tip, through his taint and down his tail. His toes curled through the stones, and he came, and came, and came, ramming his cock right down her throat and holding it there. She spasmed under him, twitching, swallowing, and he forced her to swallow it down spurt after thick spurt.

It slowed down shortly after that, and he shivered as he felt the raw pleasure slacking off. He slowly pulled out of her throat, dragging his cock along her face as the dribbles continued to run off of his tip. His balls were quite full, after all, and it had been a long time since he had had the pleasure of fucking someone else. He growled as he drained the rest over her cheeks and snout, going so far as to give himself one last stroke to get the last bit out on her tongue.

The dragoness was growling happily, but he knew that would fade soon enough. He let her rub it in, taking a step back, and waited.

It took about three minutes for her to start coming out of that lusty trance, though he could tell that he'd been right about her cloaca. It was dripping down to the floor, and quite happily, too. The dragoness blinked, then blushed.

"Oh god...did I..."

"You just got face-fucked."

"You...asshole."

"It was pleasurable. And you enjoyed it, obviously."

"I didn't!"

"Your body begs to be different."

"My body is lying."

"It's more honest than your mind."

Haze smiled. The flustered dragoness was just as arousing as her being so eager, though in a different way. The great monster of a man unfolded himself, stretching his arms overhead and breaking through part of the ceiling.

"At any rate, you wait here."

"Why?"

"Because I need to get a few things, and I need to know where to find you again."

"Couldn't I just come with you?"

"And have you mess with my home?"

"I don't do stuff like that."

Haze arched an eyebrow, looking around the trashed chamber all around them. Drad blushed.

"That was because I was freaking out. I'm fine now."

"That is for me to decide. Stay put."

"But -"

"Stay. Put."

"..." The feral dragoness grumbled, sitting on her haunches before laying down. "Fine."

"Good girl."

"I'm not a girl! I mean...ugh!"

Chuckling, Haze left her to her own devices. He doubted that she would really cause any trouble back there, but had been better to be clear with her about what was expected. Females needed to be reminded of their place, sometimes.

And besides, she was pretty likely to obey. She wasn't in trance anymore, but she was soaked in his scent. That would keep her around, at least.

He made his way through the ruins back to the cursed vault. Finding the hole left in the walls, he killed a few rats that were poking their heads out and stepped inside. The treasures were sprawled all over the place, but he knew for a fact that there was still something useful in there, something that -

There. He knelt down, picking up a golden collar, complete with a silver leash that led off from it. Another cursed item, and it would do to keep the dragoness from becoming problematic when she started to get her brain back.

I'm not breaking the deal, he thought, running his finger along the edge of the collar. I am going to get her to a witch to remove the curse...but that doesn't mean that she has to know that she's getting another curse before that...

And it had been so long since he'd been able to have some fun. It wouldn't hurt to keep her around for a little while, once he got her trained to be properly housebroken. The temple could stand another inhabitant.

And maybe she could help with the rats...

The End

Summary: A strange monster of great power detects someone in his home. It turns out to be a feral dragon, cursed female. The monster offers help, at a price...

Tags: M/F, feral, dragon, nidoking, giratina, hybrid, sheath, musk, pheromones, oral, blowjob, facefuck, face fucking, face-fuck, corruption, mind control, heat, cum, orgasm, dripping, cloaca, curse, miniseries,