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His Further Education

Part 3

For Repanbo

By Draconicon

Gann had many questions for her, but she didn't have the time or energy to explain about the former monarchs at that point. Instead, she gathered her house-slaves to their feet, nudging them back down the hallway. Her apprentice continued to buzz with questions, despite their recent talk, and she shook her head with a sigh.

"Gann."

"And - yes, Mistress?" he said, cutting himself off.

"I want you to go and get some rest."

"But...why?"

"Because I'm tired, and I need a break."

"But...but I have so many questions."

"I'll answer some of them tomorrow, if they pertain to the next lesson."

"Mistress?"

"You'll learn."

And that was all she could promise right then. She wasn't sure if they'd have fun, or if it would go well, or if it would be easy for him. All she could promise was that he'd learn, and anything else would depend on how she felt after a night back at home.

He stared at her for a moment or two, and she realized that she hadn't actually given him quarters yet. The purple dragoness really was tired. She rubbed her forehead, her magic already surging up to make things a bit easier for her, opening up a hole in the wall.

"Go. Four openings down on the right. There's a large cavern that will be customized for an apprentice."

"But...how do I..."

"The hallway goes through the mountain. Just...give me space for a bit."

"Are you okay?"

"I will be."

She had to bite back the words 'when you stop talking to me' with a vengeance, knowing that it was her irritation with him and not an actual thing. He still seemed to know what she was thinking, though, and stepped back, making his way into the tunnel without another word. Her magic sealed it up behind him, and Drakina sighed.

I really have no idea how to teach people things...

That wasn't quite right. She didn't know how to be with people, despite the fact that she could use her magic to control them and make them into whatever she wanted. That was part of the problem, though. She was used to them wanting to please her, for them to want her to take over. That was what she kept encountering, people everywhere that wanted some sort of dom that would take over their lives and turn them into a toy. It was so rare to get someone that would do anything else.

And considering that her 'teaching' thus far had been to pass down a lesson from time to time to a semi-cult that had formed in worshipful thanks for her aid, she knew fuck-all about teaching someone professionally.

I'm starting to see why my brother wasn't that threatened about this.

She half-expected to hear his laughter through the cosmos, but even in her funk, she knew that was unworthy of her. He wouldn't be making fun of her for failing in this. He'd be offering advice, and that was fucking worse.

Drakina shook her head, pulling her wings in tight against her back as she walked down the tunnel that her house-slaves had used. They weren't anywhere in sight, but she knew that the moment that she sat down to relax, one of them would pop up. They always did. They missed her when she was gone.

As did the magic, for that matter.

The dragoness felt buoyed on the magic here, the world knowing her, acknowledging her, understanding her as its mistress. The island across from her brother saw her in a different way, as a mistress that had forced it to submit, someone that had come by and proven herself. This one saw her as someone that had tamed it, cared for it, nurtured it. She had made sure that this one realized what sort of relationship it was in.

Her home warped, but unlike the mansion back on the island, this one didn't just reassemble. It changed from her location outwards, rippling in a beautiful display. Purple light whooshed out from under her feet, turning the stone hallway into a staircase, spiraling upwards into the higher levels of her ancient home. She allowed the stones to move beneath her feet, and the magic itself caressed her again.

Sometimes, it was like many different hands touching her, holding her, while other times, it was more akin to one large hug from a serpent that was big enough to enfold her. In any case, it was the presence of something happy to have her back, something that wanted to serve, something that wanted to do what it could to make her happy again. She smiled, leaning her head to the side, and she curled her finger. There was nothing there, not physically, but the magic still curled around her hand and nuzzled back.

"Good...good..."

She stepped off the staircase, arriving in a small cavern. Again, the earth pulsed beneath her feet, and it turned from something empty to something else, the magic running and searching for all that she required. A bed was formed out of thin air, and as she walked to it, various silhouettes and shades of different slaves and servants that she might use for her pleasures began to appear.

It only took a slight shake of her head for the magic to stop, however. She laid down, the magic gently lifting her legs and carrying her the rest of the way into bed. She sighed, rubbing her forehead, and no sooner did that start than the magic started massaging her temples, like spirits, but more. More omnipresent, more powerful.

The dragoness looked at the ceiling, shaking her head slowly.

"I am not a good teacher," she said.

The magic didn't say anything, of course, but she felt her legs lift on their own, held in the grip of the magic, massages spreading along the soles of her feet. As usual, the touches down there had her cock rising slowly, but she didn't pay much attention to that.

"I am not a good teacher, but I am a good mistress."

She would do this, sometimes. She would go through her problems, and then tell herself something that she had solved, something that she was good at. Drakina flexed her toes, feeling the magic trying to soothe her as well, and closing her eyes.

"Gann needs to be taught," she said. "That's unavoidable. If he isn't taught, then he's going to experiment, and that means that something is going to go boom. We can't get away from that, not when he's already this good at what I've taught him.

"Alright, if that's the way it works, how do I solve it? I gotta either teach him myself or find him one, and he wants me. God knows why. So, that means that until I can make him go to someone else - someone fucking good at this - I have to get better as a teacher."

Drakina grumbled.

"Drac, why the hell did you have to leave me with logic?"

There was no answer, unsurprisingly. She rolled over, the magic shifting from rubbing her head to massaging her ass. The dragoness dropped her face into a pillow, grumbling into it and biting it a few times.

It didn't really make her feel better, but at least it was something.

Slowly, sleep came, and the house-slaves were smart enough to stay out. She'd trained them well enough to know that you didn't bother the mistress when she was grumpy like this. There were moods where she could be soothed, and moods where she would start breaking things, and then start breaking people.

She was somewhere between the two when she finally fell asleep.

The next morning came with the arrival of the foxes, Maki and Naki. They bowed at the foot of her bed when she opened her eyes, their faces downcast, the soft clicks and clacks of a chastity belt and a chastity cage reaching her ears. Drakina smiled, sitting up.

"And how are my once-monarchs this morning?" she asked, leaning on her fist.

"Well, Mistress," Naki asked, the once-queen bowing her head, her chin touching her breasts before she looked up again.

"Very happy to have you back, Mistress," Maki said.

She smiled, extending one leg in their direction. They looked up immediately, their mouths wetting.

"You may sniff."

And just like that, two fox noses were nuzzling against the bottom of her foot, sniffing and then licking along the bottom of her sole. They were moaning at her scent, sucking down the light odor of sweat and musk that clung to her foot. She smiled, wiggling her toes from time to time as she allowed them the chance to refresh their memories of her.

The foxes were so different to what they had once been. They had been a warrior pair, watching each other's back, flaunting to one another on the battlefield as they fought for their kingdom in the front lines. King and queen, warriors together.

Now, they were naked save for the chastity devices, and they wore collars around their necks that were purple to match her scales. These days, their relationship included a third. Her. She was not married, but she was as intimate with them as they were with each other.

As she extended her other leg for them to sniff and suck the scent off of, she felt movement in her home. She cocked her head to the side, realizing that it was Gann trying to find his way through the many different corridors and hallways. He was also trying to get to know the magic in the area, and it was not going well for him.

Drakina sighed, making a mental wish for the magic to bring Gann to her.

Just like that, Gann appeared, yelping as he appeared out of nothing and stood in front of her. He stumbled forward, then back, then groaned as the chastity cage that covered his cock squeezed as it bounced around. The green dragon looked at her, then at the foxes, then back at her.

"Um...is this a bad time?" he asked.

"Was it ever a bad time when you found me like this in the other world?"

"...No, but..."

She sighed, gesturing for him to come over. He sat down beside her, twiddling his thumbs as he looked down at the floor.

And thus begins the awkward phase of everything...

Drakina knew that this was going to happen. He had been fine in the other world because it was still his place, still what he knew. His other master was right across the water, and he could 'escape' any time that he wanted. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Now, however, he was somewhere completely different. Nothing was the same as it was supposed to be, the magic didn't want to work for him, and he was alone. Alone, save for her, and she hadn't been that kind to him last night.

For good reason, she reminded herself. He needs to learn to -

"I wanted to apologize."

Drakina cocked her head to the side at that, looking her apprentice in the eye. He looked back, then down.

"Well? Continue," she said.

"I made a mistake yesterday. I was...I don't know. I thought that I was getting it, and I wanted to show off a bit..."

"And you forgot that you were a student."

"And I forgot that I was a student."

She nodded. He looked at her, as if waiting for something, but Drakina didn't give it to him. He wasn't done just yet. There had to be more before what he wanted could be said. There had to be more done.

Gann kicked his legs, shuffling his feet, looking down at the floor again. He poked his fingers together, biting his lips as he obviously struggled to find the words for what he wanted to say.

Don't. Help. Him.

That was what she kept telling herself, knowing that he needed to go through this personally. That was the one thing that she knew that she had right about teaching. It was one thing to help when asked for, but a completely different thing to jump in. If he didn't finish his apology properly, then she would be forever training it into him if she saw him make another mistake.

The seconds ticked by, the foxes going from sniffing to licking her feet as she waited. Gann looked at her several times, almost like he was trying to get her to actually say the next bit. She refused; it wasn't her line.

Finally, he sighed.

"I fucked up," he said. "I started acting like I was better than you, when I'm not."

"Uh-huh," she said.

"And I hurt you by not listening to you when I said I would."

"Getting warmer."

"I treated you like an underling instead of my mistress."

"That's the one," she muttered. "And are you sorry for that?" she added, pulling her hands behind her head as she laid down.

"I am."

"And all together?"

"I'm sorry I stopped treating you like my mistress, and I'm sorry for treating you like you knew less than I did."

"And what happens after that?"

"Uh...You accept my apology?"

"Heh. Not yet."

Closing her eyes, she dismissed the foxes with a flick of her toe. They disappeared, completely, as if they had never been. They were as bound by the magic as everyone else in this part of the world. Stretching and cracking her back as she did, she stared at the inside of her eyelids as she explained.

"An apology means nothing if you don't have a way to keep it from happening again. So, what are you doing to keep from doing that again?"

"Um...I...um....I haven't thought that far ahead." He was quiet for a moment, then let out a slight whimper. "Please don't be quiet. It messes with me."

"Do you want help, then?"

"Please. I'm not thinking too good right now."

"Fine."

She opened one eye, staring at him. He looked rather nervous, alright, rather anxious. Probably was afraid that she was even angrier with him than she was, all things considered. She sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Look. You promise me that you ask before you go on a rant like yesterday, that you will listen when I start speaking, and most importantly, that you will obey when I tell you to do something, and we'll call it even."

"That's it?"

"For now. If you break those promises, I'll want a lot more."

"And...and we're good?"

"Do you promise?"

"Yes!"

"Then we're good."

There was just enough time to crack a smile before Gann lunged for her, hugging her and shaking like a leaf. She realized that he had probably been absolutely petrified that he had done something unforgivable, and her attitude probably hadn't helped that. Sighing, she rubbed his back.

"Sorry if that freaked you out, but I needed a full apology. A real one."

"I know. Still sorry."

"Yeah, well, accepted."

"You too."

He nuzzled into her, and Drakina accepted that she was going to be his bed for a little while. She supposed that things could have been worse. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest and recline for a while, and she slipped back into sleep as Gann rested on her breasts.

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The afternoon came around without ceremony, and the dragoness and her apprentice went up the caverns, making their way towards the tip. Gann followed without a word, though the smile on his face made it clear that he was feeling better after their previous conversation.

Drakina was more focused on the reworking of her home. Unlike the mansion, there was more material to work with here, and it had more to worry about if there was something that went out of control. The magic was good, of course, but there were times when it got a little over-enthusiastic about pleasing her, and this one had been left alone for a little bit too long. Regardless of how happy it was that she was back, she was going to be careful for a while.

Yet, as it made the spiral staircase that floated her and Gann towards the top of her home, she couldn't help but feel happy. She was home. No matter how many other places she went, no matter how many homes she had had before this one, this was the place where she had settled and made hers. Her brother might sometimes miss their old home, where they were born, but she didn't.

The stone ceiling finally broke over their heads, revealing where they were. Drakina stepped out onto a bit of snow-covered rock, the snow melting away underfoot before the magic brushed the rest of it away. She stretched out her wings, catching the wind and feeling it slap against the inner membranes. It was not the low wind, but the high wind, the powerful gusts that circled the tops of mountains.

For that was where they were, when it came right down to it. They were on top of her mountain, in the middle of her land. The dragoness smiled as she looked down the sides of the peak, the slopes littered with forests here and there, cut with the passage of rivers from the glaciers just below them. At the base, a city in the shape of a ring surrounded the mountain itself, riding up the low slopes here and there, and the city itself was surrounded by a great stone wall that she herself had raised, centuries ago.

Past the wall were plains, flatlands that transitioned into different climates in different directions, from the desert to the south to the wetlands to the north, and so on. She wiggled her toes against the rock, looking over her shoulder at her flabbergasted apprentice.

"Heh, you didn't think Drac was the only one with a city, did you?" she asked.

"No, but...I thought you kept it small."

"Oh, god, no."

She shook her head, sitting down on the rock, letting the wind continue to flap and rush by her wings, enjoying the feeling after having them cooped up for so long. It also was a good bit of exercise, testing her arms and legs to see how well she could hold onto the rock with the wind threatening to lift her into the sky. She leaned back, allowing the cold air to caress her face as the magic had, and she knew that she'd need to fly again. Soon. She'd missed that. She'd forgotten how much she missed that.

Gann sat with her, looking down at the city. After a moment, he tapped his fingers together, looking away.

"So, um...can I ask a few questions?"

"Ask away," she said.

"Thank god. I've been dying to ask about...you know, everything."

"Then start asking," she said, her eyes still closed.

"Alright, um...where are we?"

"Specifically?"

"Well, I don't exactly have a multiverse map on me, so, sure, let's start there."

She chuckled, shaking her head.

"We're in Suresh, the duchy that I carved out for myself in this world. Everything that you see down there, right up to the wall and about five miles past it, belongs to me."

"Since when did you have a duchy? Drac never mentioned that."

"He's never visited. I've had it for...oh, I'd say about four hundred years now."

"Four hundred?!"

"They call me the Sorceress of Suresh, you know. They've gotten used to the fact that I'm basically immortal compared to them," she said, shrugging.

It was a bit more than that, of course. She wasn't immortal, no dragon was. But that didn't mean that they didn't outlive a lot of people that they knew. Ever since she had carved this place out and defended it against the other monarchs, she'd taken the name of Sorceress of Suresh, the Duchess, and had ruled. As much as she ruled anything, she supposed.

The dragoness pulled one leg up, resting her arms on her knee as she opened her eyes again, looking down on the town. They'd be all sorts of active when they heard that she was back. They always were once they found out that their mistress had returned. There'd be petitions, and annoying little requests for making the city different, people that were starting their independence movement that the crown would ask her to suppress.

Oh, the crown. She rubbed her forehead as she thought about how that was going to go. She had done everything that the current king whats-his-face had asked before heading off to Draconicon's world, but she had been gone for months. There was no way that the king and his soldiers would have come here while she was gone, not without leaving many, many bodies in the field, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't be right on her about doing more things for him.

Still, it's better than doing what Draconicon did, she thought. Living in someone else's land means that they're responsible while you're not around. You make it yours, then you're the responsible one.

"Wait, wait. Wait," Gann said.

"Hmm?"

"You said that you became the Sorceress four hundred years ago, right?"

"Give or take, yes."

"Then...how are your slaves still here? You said that they tried to make you a pet when you first showed up. Do people live longer here?"

"Heh...no. No, they don't."

"...Please tell me that you're not practicing necromancy."

"No, no. Never been one of my strong points. My brother and I probably never would have left the dragon realms, if it were."

She could tell Gann wanted to ask about that, but he had the smarts to keep his mouth shut. It wasn't that interesting a story, really. A dead parent, couple of them. Family politics, backstabbing, dead dragons to keep a story buried. Having their parents alive would have kept them normal. Having the dragon that was killed to put her brother on trial would have kept him in the Dragon Realms. A lot of very interesting adventures could have been halted just by bringing a few people back to life.

She shook her head, continuing.

"No, it's just a little spell in their collars. Their aging process was stopped when they were collared by me. They're bound to keep living for as long as I do. It was a spell to make sure that they stayed loyal, at first, but...now?" She shrugged. "Now, I have a few people that aren't quite so much younger than me around all the time."

"Can you really tell a difference?"

"I don't know. Do you know the difference between being with people your age and being around hatchlings?"

"Hey! That's not fair."

"Yeah, I suppose it's not." She smirked. "Teenagers."

"Hey!"

Feeling her apprentice's glare digging into the back of her head, Drakina smiled. It was good to tweak his nose from time to time, and she had almost forgotten how much better it was when she did. She leaned back, looking out at the city again.

"Anyway. Long story short. When I got kicked out of the Dragon Realms - one of the multiverses out there, out on the corner - I landed out here. My brother probably would have taken one look, then started making his way to the next world on that quest of his, but me? I decided to settle down, make something of it.

"Those slaves back in the mountain were the three big rulers around me. There was this whole ruckus about them wanting to 'seize the witch' so that they could use my power against each other. Heh. The looks on their faces when I broke out of their chains without even trying." She smiled, chuckling until she had to wipe one eye. "Oh, that was priceless."

"...How did they chain you up?"

"Oh, mostly by doing it while I was sleeping," she said, shaking her head. "I'd already gotten on good terms with the magic, so it did me a favor so I could keep proving myself. After that, we had a whole...thing," she said, waving her hand around dismissively. "Some of the people out there call it a war."

"What do you call it, then?"

"A bunch of assholes playing Ding Dong Ditch with catapults," she muttered. "I don't know how many times they came knocking with siege engines, but they'd always run off as soon as I showed my face. Someone out there had some very, very deep pockets.

"At any rate, that went on for...something like a year? Two, at most, before I got annoyed enough to go out and do something about it. I found their monarchs, snatched them all up in one night, and did the whole scary dragon monster thing of turning them into slaves. Wooooo," she said, waving her hands with the 'spooky' noise. "After that, the three countries realized that they weren't going to be able to handle me, and they started trying to pretend that they'd been peaceful the whole time."

"Did that work out?" Gann asked, and his voice sounded almost...peaceful, quiet, hopeful.

...Ah, crap, he's thinking I need therapy.

Drakina turned around, looking him in the eye. The green dragon blushed, looking away.

"Sorry. You just sounded, um, a bit messed up from it."

"Yeah, well, when you need to be a monster to make people stop screwing with you, it lingers."

Getting to her feet, Drakina stretched her wings out again, letting the bruising blast from the wind smack her back out of the past. It wasn't that it still hurt, exactly, though she was still irked with her slaves for pushing her to that extent. She hadn't been the one to start that war, to be fair. She'd been a bit of a dick afterwards, but that was to make fucking sure that everyone didn't take it into their heads to try again after picking new rulers.

Now, there was one king, and that asshole knew exactly how lucky he was to have the crown. She made it very clear every time she showed up to crown the new one - and that was something done in public, because fuck them pretending that they had all the power - that the monarch had his crown and power by her sufferance. If he decided to fuck it up, if he decided to take the country she handed him and decide to do what the original three kingdoms did, she'd show him the error of his ways.

She'd turned three kingdoms into one before. She could turn one kingdom into none even easier.

Drakina took a deep breath, let it out, and turned to look at her apprentice once more. She cocked her head to the side. Her gaze went over his shoulders, along his sides, and smiled.

"I think I know a way to get you bonded with the magic here rather quickly."

"Oh?" Gann asked.

"Oh...no..."

Drakina smiled as she held him by the armpits, more than a thousand feet up from the mountaintop and gradually drifting away from it. The purple dragoness hummed as the winds lifted her higher, carrying her up from the mountain a bit. It had been far too long since she'd flown in the fierce winds.

Gann, on the other hand, was meeping quietly.

"This is a very, very bad idea," he said.

"Is it? Is it really?"

"I belong on the ground. I really, really want to be on the ground."

She had no doubt that he did, but from up here, it was going to be much easier to get the magic to pay attention. So far, it had been a bit indifferent to her apprentice, but for their lessons, she needed it to start paying attention, and for it to be interested in him in a hurry. That meant doing something a bit drastic.

"Please tell me you're not going to drop me," Gann whimpered.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I won't tell you."

"Wha - no no, please, don't - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

It was surprising that he had the sort of reflexes to try and grab her as he started falling, but it wasn't too surprising. He was that sort of dragon. The kind that didn't want to be falling from a massive height.

As he fell down, she leaned forward, looking vaguely cartoonish even to herself. The green dragon kept descending, falling at a frighteningly fast rate. The purple dragoness cocked her head to the side.

"Are you going to save him, hmm?" she asked the magic.

There was little response. It seemed like it felt like loss of the dragon would be a waste, but there was no immediate rush to save him. She rolled her eyes.

"Jealous, are we?"

The magic immediately stiffened in the air around her. She smiled.

"Oh, no, not jealous. Scared. Scared that a living being might be able to serve me better than you can? I understand. I guess you just want to see the competition disappear."

Drakina didn't even have to finish her sentence before a surprisingly huffy portion of the magic around her suddenly dropped, chasing after the falling green dragon. She shook her head as it floated beneath Gann, slowing him down and carrying him back to the hole in the mountain. Chuckling, she let the wind carry her back down.

"So predictable..."

By the time that she reached the ground, Gann was shaking, alright, but he was definitely a better state than he had been. He had the glow of magic about him, and though he shivered, he was definitely ready.

She smiled. This was going to be fun.

The End

Summary: Gann learns a lesson in paying attention to his status, and how to respect his mistress, while Drakina explains a bit of her background to Gann.

Tags: H/M/F, threesome, dragoness, fox, dragon, mistress/slave, mistress/apprentice, Drakina, foot fetish, musk, magic, series, fantasy, prank, teaching, worldbuilding, character development,