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Failing First Impressions

Part 2

For Anonymous

By Draconicon

Dradgien wasn't sure what had happened to him after the creature - Damaris - finished using his cock. He wasn't sure that he was conscious when she was done using him, for that matter. There was something supernatural about her, something that seemed to gain energy from excitement rather than losing it through climax the way that most mortals did.

The feral dragon had fallen deep into sleep, fleeing from the constant use of his dick, but there was only so long that anyone could remain in the darkness of that sweet oblivion. Instead of resting there, he was woken by soreness, aches, pains that would not leave him be. He groaned, opening his eyes slowly.

He was still in the cavern, still somewhere deep away from the surface. He didn't know what that would mean for him long-term, but he knew that it meant that there was still no easy way out for him.

The dark-scaled feral looked over his shoulder as he felt something pressing against him from the side. To his shock, it was the creature.

Sometime between when he'd fallen unconscious and now, the creature - the half-bear, half-dragon, part moose creature - had grabbed him and held him tight, and they'd apparently cuddled throughout his time unconscious. He didn't know how to feel about that, but he did know how to feel about the tightness of her embrace.

He didn't want it.

He groaned under his breath, wriggling, but she squeezed him tighter, keeping him from wriggling away. He blushed at the feeling of pressure from her arms, at the way that it felt like his lungs were trying to pop out of his throat from how hard she was squeezing around his middle. There was no escape from the hard bear-hug of an embrace that she had.

And she was still asleep, too. If she was like this in her sleep, what the hell would she be like while awake?

Dradgien blushed, knowing that he already had an answer to that from how she had treated him after bringing him back to the cave. She would use him, abuse him, put him through his paces until he was unconscious, and then...well, this.

He was still squirming when she finally opened her eyes, and to his surprise, she smiled. Not a smirk, not a sneer, but a smile graced her face as she lifted herself up on one elbow, using her other hand to keep him pinned.

"So, you woke up. I was kind of worried that I'd broken you."

"You can't break a dragon that easily," he grunted. "Let me go."

The band of obedience on him was still keeping him from actively rebelling against her, he could feel. There was something weaker about it now, something that allowed him a little bit of freedom since there hadn't been an order given for a time, but he knew that the moment that Damaris wanted something, he would be forced to follow through.

She smiled at him and shook her head. Instead of answering, she stroked her finger down his side, touching him, stroking him, teasing him all the way down to the space between his legs. Her large, callused hand wrapped around his shaft easily, giving it a good squeeze, and he groaned in protest.

"Nnngh..."

"Aww, what's the matter? Is mama's good boy all sore from his fun?"

"Nnngh, yes..."

"I have just the thing. Stay there."

And just like that, the command was given. He felt like he was rooted to the spot, like tendrils had crept from his side and spine to link him with the stone and not let him get up. Soft grumbles escaped his lips, but there was no way that he was getting free of her now. Not without getting the band off.

She walked off for a moment or two, only to come back with a large cup in her hand. He would have struggled holding it between his forelegs, but she held it in one hand, easily bearing its weight as she lifted him up with the other.

"Drink."

That was all she said, and it was all he could do. He slurped at it slowly, trying to take his time in drinking down the liquid. It was cool, almost too cool to drink easily, but it was soothing to his throat after screaming as much as he had done. His body liked it, too, feeling refreshed after emptying who knew how many loads into her pussy.

More than that, though, it was feeding some other healing into him. He could feel the bruising along his sides and chest fading away, and more than that, his cock didn't ache as it throbbed between his hind legs. He blushed a bit at that, feeling that it was getting a little too excited for its own good, but what was he supposed to do, really, about that?

She pulled the cup away, patting him on the back. It almost felt like he was getting burped, a feeling that he tried to dismiss.

"You had your fun. Now, release me. The Overlord demands my services."

"I don't think so. I think I want more of your 'services.'"

"I am not a whore!"

"You are not a good boy yet, either. And I only let the good ones go."

That wasn't ominous at all, was it? He blushed as he realized that he might be in a bit more trouble than he realized, particularly with the way that she looked down at him. She could smash him into the earth, crush him into the ground, and there'd be nothing that he could do to stop her. All he could do was take it.

She looked down his body, smiling at his cock, and she gave it another pat with her hand. Though there were no bruises or soreness to make it hurt this time, he still whimpered, pulling back in a bit of fear.

"Awww, are you afraid of mama's touch now? Do you think she's going to hurt you?"

"With how much you rode me yesterday? I'm amazed my hips still work."

"You weren't in any danger."

"You made me do things!"

"I made you stay there for me. I made you an obedient little dragon," she said, chuckling. "And if you think that I'm done with that, you're wrong."

"What -"

"Follow."

The word was enough to force him to his feet, and he grumbled in his head as he was made to follow behind the larger female. Every step he took was unwilling, but his brain was forced into the back of his skull once more, nothing but a passenger as he made his way along through the cavern and into the tunnels.

If he could just get the ring off of his horn, then there was a chance that might be able to get away, but the fact that it was bound to him, that it was filling his body with a strange magic that made him obey Damaris no matter what she said, meant that Dradgien was essentially fucked for any chance to get free of the other creature. He couldn't get out of the cavern without being told. For that matter, he couldn't even stop following her without being told.

It was a horrible trap, and he was stuck in it.

She led him to a different cavern, one that was a bit more intimate, lined with candles and torches along the walls that burned with different scents of incense. He didn't know what to make of it, at first, but then he noticed something else.

She was sweating.

He looked up and down the large woman's body, his eyes flicking over the curves of her hips and along her scarred back. There was no denying that she was marked with battle, but he was more concerned with the droplets that were poking out through her fur, the bits and drops that were getting thicker, heavier, more obvious.

And with them, the hard musk that filled the air, the heat that made his cock start to rise, the annoying, hot, pungent smell that demanded that his brain take more than a back-seat, but more like getting kicked off the ride.

She pointed at a pile of cushions that were in the middle of the room.

"Lie down."

He didn't have a choice, his body moving on auto-pilot towards it. He grunted as he tried to force himself to slow down, at least, but even that was impossible for him at this point. The most that he could manage was a slight halt to his steps every so often, something that made him move more robotically than anything else.

Eventually, he reached the pillows, flopping on his back and putting his legs out to the sides. She smiled down at him, shaking her head.

"You fight so hard. If you put half that work into obeying on your own, you might already be out of here. Might."

Shaking her head, Damaris walked over him. He half-expected her to slam her pussy down on his face the way that she had done before, to make him smell her up close and lose himself in her pheromones. If she did that, he didn't know if he'd be able to stay himself. He seriously doubted it.

Instead, though, she turned around, grabbing her ass. It was chubby, and it gave against her fingers, forming deep dents as she groped herself. She pulled it up and down, the wide thing wobbling as she pulled at it, as she teased herself, as she bounced it and teased him with her curves.

But it was just as sweaty as the rest of her, and he felt the drip-drops of her new layers of sweat falling on his face as she wobbled, as she jiggled, as she teased. She pulled the cheeks apart, and if her pussy had been a swamp, her ass was a quagmire. It was saturated with all of that, and getting worse as the room got warmer.

Then she started to sit down.

Oh no, oh no...

He was forbidden from moving by the command to lay there, but he still tried, still squirmed to his left and right. Pushing his legs around, he tried to find some handhold, something to pull himself out of the musky trap, but there was nothing that could be done. He had already been controlled, and now, he was going to be held there.

She sat down on his face, and he felt his snout getting pushed right between the cheeks, feeling it parting them, feeling his nose getting closer and closer to her asshole. The feeling of her sweat against his cheeks was not any better than the feeling of her soaking pussy, and this sweat was trying to soak into his scales, marking him with her musk, taking away the slight raspy scent that he already had and replacing it with hers.

There was something deeply humiliating about that. She was not just taking away his freedom to act, to choose, to decide, but she was also taking away the identity that he had in his scent. She was making him smell like her, no longer independent, but owned by someone else, something else. He was a boy again, a hatchling in her eyes, and a hatchling didn't need to be touched by any scent but their...their mother's.

His cheeks burned as she pushed all the way down to his nose, making his nostrils rub against that foul pucker. The only relief was that there was no filth back there, no real mess that might have been left behind between such fat cheeks. She might not wash away her sweat, but at least she wiped.

He groaned as he breathed in her stink, a stink that was a genuine foul odor rather than just the overpowering smell that had come from between her legs. The dragon could almost taste it on his tongue with each breath through his nose, feeling some of it pushing down into his mouth and taking away the clean air there.

Every breath made it worse, and he struggled to keep his head on straight, to think, but the smell...

The hot, thick smell was taking away even more of him than the magic had, making him little more than a pair of eyes amidst a sea of sensation and stimulation. His head rolled back, his tongue pushed out.

The salty taste of her sweat was mixed with the hot, bitter taste of her ass. Foul, yes, but still better than it might have been if she were truly foul and filthy. He tasted her, felt his cock jump between his hind legs, and he heard her chuckle at him.

"Yes, that's a good boy. Get good and hard for Mama Damaris, little one."

She was teasing him, still, making him get into this, making him enjoy being under her ass. He groaned in humiliation, his cheeks burning, but then -

"Lick."

His tongue moved without his consent, diving between her cheeks and finding her sweaty hole. He moaned as he felt it touching her, grimacing slightly, but his body was under her control.

Lick, lick, lick went his tongue, finding more spots that needed to be cleaned, finding more places that needed his attention. He licked around her hole, cleaning off the droplets that were sweeping towards the puffy thing, then dragged his tongue along her asshole, cleaning the furless flesh and making it shine.

Lick, lick, lick, gathering up sweat and slime and pulling it into his mouth. There were pheromones from her pussy there, old filth and old pussy juices that had come back and been kept warm, marinating between her ass cheeks, rubbed right into her hole. He gasped as he sucked them down, his cock feeling harder by the second as it was fed the scent of a female.

She grabbed him as she leaned forward, her fat ass pressing down on either side of his muzzle, reaching almost all the way down to the floor around him. He couldn't turn his head, couldn't pull back. All he could do was keep licking as she ground her ass against his tongue.

One lick, two, three, each one dragging more sweat and slime, old liquids back to his mouth, running it down his throat. His obedience forced him to take it without gagging, even as his mind and thoughts were drowned in the perversion of the act.

And through it all, she jerked him off, stroking his cock, keeping him hard. He swore that it was growing longer, puffing out, veins popping along the side from how hard he was. He didn't know for sure, but that was what it felt like.

She stroked, he licked, she stroked, he licked. She pushed back against his face, nearly sinking his nose into her ass, but she stopped before he could be consumed, to his great relief. But that didn't stop her from grinding back against him again and again, forcing his tongue over her hole until -

"Nnngh!"

He whimpered as his tongue was shoved right up inside of her, building that bitter taste up. There was nothing solid there, no sudden unpleasant surprises for his tongue, but god, it was a close thing. He could feel her clenching around him, showing how much she loved the feeling of his tongue in her ass, but that was something that only pushed the humiliation buttons harder.

"Mmmph, that's it, keep shoving it in. Make me feel every little bit of it, good boy..."

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

Dradgien wanted nothing more than to shove her off of him, to push her away and to run for his life. He wanted to get his head out of her musky ass, he wanted to...

He wanted to...

He didn't know what he wanted, and it was getting harder and harder to complain as she kept stroking him. The hot stink was slowly turning into something that he could take, that he could understand, that he could deal with. He didn't know how or why, but it was, and he didn't know why it bothered him so much at the start.

He was going more limp, more relaxed, all except for his tongue and his cock, which thrashed and jumped and pulsed and licked with more life than ever. He groaned as he thrust his hips weakly, his over-hard cock begging for more attention, even as he jammed his tongue in and out of that swampy ass.

Every time that he forced it in as far as he could, Damaris groaned for him, arching her back, pushing back against him. She loved it. She loved him.

Kinda.

Sorta.

He felt that she was getting into it more than he was, begging with her ass for more attention, and he gave her everything that he could think of. In and out, in and out, pushing his tongue in deep, flicking it about, putting the dexterity of a dragon's tongue to use by doubling it back on itself and poking it back out of her hole.

Dradgien didn't even know when he went from fighting it to encouraging it, to pushing his tongue further into her ass than it needed to go, to trying to be better for her, but at some point, the switch had been flipped. He was no longer trying to do the minimum, but the maximum.

The rewards for it, the stroking of his cock, the teasing of his body, was something that he could enjoy, but...

But he wanted more.

And so, it seemed, did his captor. She finally pulled off his face, smiling down at him.

"Awww, who's a good little ass-licker?"

"Mmmph..."

"That's right. You are. And good ass-lickers, good little sluts, get rewarded. Let me just set this up..."

She waved her hands, and the pillows seemed to come apart, the cushions breaking down into different ribbons. The ribbons were wrapped around him, lifting him from the ground, turning him around. The bindings were different, strange, but somehow all the more fun for that as they picked him up and turned him to face the right direction.

He blushed as he hung from them, his cock still hard, one of the ribbons wrapped around his lower haunches. He was unable to touch the ground, but his cock was right at the perfect height for -

"Mmm, yes, that's a good boy. Hanging there for me, showing off that big dick."

The creature smiled at him, getting down on all fours before backing her ass up. He could see how much spit and slime he had left between the cheeks, and in a way, it was almost a badge of honor for him. He had done more than he had needed to, and her asshole looked like it was ready for something bigger than his tongue.

His hips hunched forward, trying to hump the air, but it wasn't until she backed up and pushed her ass up that he managed to make contact with anything. He groaned as he hot-dogged his cock between her ass cheeks, almost bumping her pucker several times before she reached down and adjusted him. One more thrust.

POP!

The head of his cock slid into her almost too easily, his eyes going wide as he felt her squeezing down around him. Her body tensed up, too, showing that she hadn't been completely prepared for the sudden penetration.

Not that he was prepared, either. The way that she had taken him just like that had made him think that she'd be really loose, that he'd be able to take her for a while and not get tired or cum all the time the way that he had done with her pussy. Yet, at the same time, he could feel her clenching, feel her squirming around him. There was some strange control that she seemed to have with her holes that was making her all the more pleasurable to be inside.

She rocked her hips back to meet his crotch, taking his entire length in one go, and the dragon moaned, the feral squeezing the toes of his forepaws and hindpaws together at the same time.

"Nnngh...so...so good..."

"Hehehe, are you a good little ass-boy, then? A good little ass-licker, a good little ass-fucker?"

"Yes, mama...yes, Mama Damaris...very good..."

"Then prove it."

He started hunching his hips, thrusting forward as fast and hard as he could. Each time, he felt her hips pushing back to meet him, grinding against his thrusts, making his cock go deeper into her ass. He felt the way that her hole clenched, how it squelched with sweat and pre on the inside, and how she was gradually opening up all the more for him, becoming slicker and slimier by turns.

The feeling of her pussy slapping against his balls, rather than the other way around, was something that turned him on when it shouldn't have. He wanted to be the one in charge, wanted to be the one rutting her, but it was clear from the get-go who was in charge and who was the toy. He just panted as he thrust his hips as hard as he could, trying to keep up with her rhythm and slamming into her faster, harder, deeper.

His hips were bucking harder than the fiercest stud stallion, but the ropes were making it tricky to keep up that speed as he started to get tired. He groaned under his breath, struggling to keep up with the pace that she'd set -

"Hehehe, what's the matter, little boy? Getting tired already?"

"Nnngh..."

"Is my ass too loose, hmm?"

She squeezed down, hard, and he gasped as it felt like he was suddenly thrusting into someone half his size rather than someone that was twice it. He groaned, he panted, he hissed as he struggled to pull his cock back, feeling the way that she was holding him and keeping him from moving nearly as easily as he should have been able to. Forward, back, forward, back, working his muscles to the bone.

In and out, in and out he went, forcing himself to keep working, to keep trying to fuck her, even as she was deliberately tiring him out. He couldn't keep up with it, not really, but he tried. He tried as hard as he could, forcing his body to the breaking point.

As he slowed down, as his muscles stopped obeying his obsession, he could feel her trembling under him. At first, he thought that meant that he was getting close to getting her off, but no. He felt the ribbing against his haunches pull a bit tighter, realized that she'd gathered the ends in her hand.

"Let's give you a little boost, hmm?"

She pulled, and he yelped as he was yanked forward, his hips thrusting forward, his cock spearing into her at the speed that she picked rather than the one that he did. He gasped as he was suddenly sheathed in her again, her asshole milking him as efficiently as her pussy had done mere hours ago. In and out, in and out, thrusting forward, then being allowed to slide out as she let go of the ribbons.

Smack, smack, smack went his hips off of her backdoor, each time making him gasp as he felt the tightness, and then sigh as she went loose again. In and out, in and out, in and out. His balls were getting sore, smacking against her pussy, and his cock...

He was right at the edge of his stamina already, his lower body going limp as he was swung forward again and again, his hips caked with her sweat, his pre, her juices. In and out, in and out, slapping against that large, rounded rump, feeling it jiggle against him, feeling the fat cushion that kept her from bruising and would probably bruise him in turn.

In and out, in and out, in and out -

And in.

"NNNGH!"

He groaned loudly as he came, his seed spurting free, filling her hole with everything that he had to offer. He came, and came, and came, each spurt another blast of heat and pleasure from him.

And just like before, she didn't stop. Instead, she seemed to pick up the pace, pulling him in all the more violently, forcing him to fuck all of his seed into her depths, making her swell all the more from it.

He gasped and screamed, his eyes rolling back as his oversensitive cock was made to keep fucking, thrusting, slamming in harder and faster and deeper than ever before. In and out, in and out, feeling the messy swirl of his seed around his shaft, feeling some of it spurting out around his cock, soaking his balls.

She kept pulling, dragging him through his orgasm and towards another one, feeling his cock twitching, never going soft in the slightest.

"Don't you dare stop now, little boy. Mama wants to feel every drop you got going right up her ass."

"Nnngh, mama, please, too much! I can't take it! I can't!"

"You have more. The herbs gave you more. And I'm going to take all of it. Nnngh! Oh god, yes, more. Give it all to me!"

She moaned louder and louder as she bucked back against him, forcing him to give her his cock again and again, feeling her ass jiggling up a storm, feeling it shaking and bouncing and squeezing around his cock. Every time that he was sheathed inside of her, she clenched down so hard that he swore that his cock was going to stay in there when he slid back, but it always came out with the slippery, slimy grip of her hole getting weaker again.

In and out, in and out, the ribbon pulling him forward, dragging him through oblivion as he was made to fuck her for hour after hour.

Three hours in, he almost fainted, but she used some sort of spell to keep him awake. Sadly, his cock was still alive, still awake, so it was not treated at all.

Five hours in, she paused, but only to go and use her toilet before coming back to continue his use.

Eight hours in, she stopped to get a drink, feeding him and giving him water, then she went right back to fucking him.

Every time that she stopped, he watched as rivers of his seed came rushing out of her ass. Every time, he wondered how much longer she could keep this up. Every time, he wondered how long he could last, and swore it wouldn't be much longer.

Eight, ten, twelve, fourteen hours passed before finally -

"Stop."

He stopped what little he was doing, and she stopped pulling him with the ribbon. With a slight shake to her frame that he flattered himself was caused by all the rutting that they'd been doing, she crawled forward, pulling past him until her ass was right in his face. She pulled the cheeks apart, showing the massive white slime pool that was bubbling from her hole.

"Lick."

The ring on his horns barely needed to push him forward. After the sheer number of times he'd cum in her, they had become enemas, pushing out anything that might have been messy in there. It was clean as it could be, at this point.

She pushed it out against his tongue, her hole flexing, her body shaking a bit more as she fed him his own seed. He licked around her rim, ducking his tongue down near her pussy to get the little strings of seed running down her flesh and fur before diving his tongue inside of her and pulling it out. Each thrust, each lick, seemed to make her happier, to make her feel more pleasure from him.

Damaris pushed back, grinding her asshole against his lips, forcing him to take in his musky scent as well as hers. He sucked it down, making it part of him, part of his mind, and he kept licking.

Bit by bit, his seed came off, leaving her more and more clean. He didn't even notice, though, as his attention was more on just doing what he had been told.

He wanted to be a good boy. He wanted to be a good boy for Damaris, to do what she said, to make her happy, to -

"And stop."

He stopped again, his tongue hanging out, a mix of drool and old cum running from his tongue to the floor. The creature stood up, and she smiled as she pulled both his collar and the ring on his head off of him.

The feeling of being in charge of his own body again was...strange, to put it mildly. Knowing that he could do what he wanted, that he was allowed to do what he wanted, felt almost wrong after all that.

It only got weirder as she gestured, opening a portal. With her other hand, she started breaking down the different bindings that held him suspended.

"That will take you back to your Overlord. I think you've learned your lesson."

"What?"

"I said you could go."

"But..."

"Heh. I brought you here to teach you a lesson, to make sure that you were a good boy from now on. You can go."

"..."

She smiled, holding his collar in hand, as well as the magic ring.

"Unless you want to stay, of course."

Dradgien could hardly believe that he was even considering it, but there was no question that the offer was tempting. Far more tempting than it should have been. He should have been lunging for the portal, running for his master in the far lands to tell him about this threat to him. After all, Damaris had power that exceeded most of the officers in the Overlord's army, and if she ever decided to defend this land with everything she had...

Even aside from that, with what she'd done to him, he should have been running away. He could make it all the way to the far ends of the continent before she could change her mind. He could be free again.

But...

Did he want to be? That was the question, and he honestly didn't have any idea if he did or didn't. His cock, at least, wanted him to stay, but his mind was conflicted.

She didn't hurt you.

Yeah, but she hadn't been that nice, either.

It was fun.

He was drained!

But you loved it.

And that was the hardest thing to come to terms with. There was a huge part of him that had loved being completely overpowered that way, brought down so many pegs and then, rather than being utterly destroyed and humiliated...taken care of. She might have been rough, she might have gone a bit over the line, but she had taken care of him. With how relaxed he felt, he was pretty sure that was something he'd needed.

Damaris looked down at him with one eyebrow raised playfully, and she continued to offer the ring and the collar. Dradgien looked at them, looked back up at her, and then blushed as he lowered his head.

"I...want to stay."

"Heh, you sure?"

"I'm sure. It's been...fun."

"I'm so glad you see it Mama Damaris's way. Now, hold still while I put this back on. You might be good, but you still need a lot more training before you're ready to be completely off the lead..."

The End