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Punking a Paladin

For Sanmer

By Draconicon

"Dragon! In the name of the citizens of Grayrock, I challenge you!"

Misor stood with his sword drawn and his shield pulled in front of him. Some ways back from the cave mouth, his horse was tied up and waiting for him, but that was a minor point. His attention was reserved at this moment for the dragon in the cave.

"Rawlanor! Sir Misor challenges you for the fate of the citizens below! Come forth, unless you are craven!"

"Yes, yes, I am coming."

The rumbling voice of the legendary black dragon echoed out from the cave, rumbling through the ground and spreading through the earth. The trees over the cave mouth and the rocks and gravel that littered the area bounced and shook.

The wolf braced himself, shaking his head. He was a paladin, and immune to the power of fear, but that meant little in the face of a dragon like this. There would doubtlessly be great magics that had been laid down over time, great spells that the black dragon had learned over his years on this world. He would need to be ready for those.

I fight for the people, and the people fight with me, the wolf thought as the ground shook with a great footstep from deep in the mountain. They have faith in me, so I will have faith in their gift.

He tapped his finger against the medallion that he wore over his chest, an amulet of silver and wood. It had various little symbols etched in the wood, the silver marked long ago with different sigils. According to the village wise man, the amulet would protect him against the worst of the great dragon's power.

Paladin or not, he had accepted it happily. Anything for a fighting chance.

Finally, the great dragon Rawlanor emerged from the mountain, and the great beast loomed over him. Eyes of gold and red looked down at him, and the body of the ancient beast, while marked with scars aplenty, was still lithe with power and speed. To fight this creature would not be easy...

But he would. For them.

Misor pointed his blade at the dragon, holding it level with the beast's chest. The dragon paused, looking down at the sword and then at him.

"I'd appreciate you not pointing that at me."

"Your whims mean nothing, beast."

"I think you'll find that a basic hospitality rule would say that they do."

"You merely impose your will on the world. I fight for those that wish to live free."

"Free to worship your god, I imagine."

"Yes? And?"

"Just checking to see if you understood your own hypocrisy."

"Beast. You will die today. Sir Misor -"

"Will strike me down, yes, yes, I'm aware of the little spiel that you people do whenever you come up against one of your opponents. Do you ever say anything more interesting?"

Misor had no idea what to say to that. The dragon was behaving as if there was no danger to it's cave or life in the slightest. While he'd known that Rawlanor had been completely undefeated through its life, this was the first enemy that he had ever fought that had no fear, no worries about him in the slightest.

It rather stung, if he was honest.

With a howl to open the battle, Misor charged forward, swinging his sword for the dragon's leg. The black dragon watched him, not even moving as the wolf lunged forward, and it was only when the blade was about to fall that Rawlanor spoke again.

"Stop."

And just like that, the wolf's body did as it was commanded. The blade stopped mere inches from the dragon's foreleg, the sharp edge almost pressing against the scales. The beast stepped back, the great monster looming huge over him. The legs were like massive tree trunks as they moved around him, and the beast itself was more than the size of a house, closer to the size of an inn.

"You pitiful little thing."

"What...what have you done...to my body?"

"You wear the village's amulet, yes?"

"You...how..."

"You are not the first knight to come here. Nor the first paladin, for that matter. All that blather about how a village must be protected from monsters, how a knight must protect the common folk, tell them how to better their lives..." Rawlanor snorted. "A bunch of blather, indeed."

"Nnngh...You...you will..."

"Drop your weapon."

Clang. His body obeyed, and as it did, his cock twitched in his armor. It was the first time that had happened in years. In fact, it was the first time that had happened since joining the paladin order.

"What...what are you..."

"I'm helping you learn how to obey. You've learned faith. Now, you'll learn obedience." The dragon chuckled. "Strip."

His arms moved without his consent, but as they started pulling his armor off, he felt something else. Another twitch down below, yes, but something besides that. His body felt warm, almost too much so, and he swore that there was a feeling of heat that was building up in the back of his head.

His thoughts felt like they were burning up in smoke as the heat got stronger. The more armor that he took off, the worse it felt, and the more naked he got, the harder his cock seemed to get.

The dragon looked at him with amusement, shaking his head.

"The village trusts me to protect them. We made a deal a long time ago. They send anyone that interferes with them to me with that little amulet you're wearing so that I can have my fun. In return, I run off all the threats that come to them from other sources."

"Are you going to eat me?" Misor asked.

"Hardly. That would bring an army on my head. No. I'm just going to enjoy you, and then send you on your way. Not before blanking your memory, of course."

The wolf grimaced as he finally tossed down the last of his armor, followed by his loincloth. His cock stood up unwillingly at this point, twitching, throbbing, begging for attention that he hadn't given it for nearly four years. He clenched his hands into fists at his side, trying to breathe normally, to calm down. There had to be a way through this, had to be a way to fight this damnable -

"Relax."

And all the tension went out of his arms and legs, and his head...his head felt more full of smoke than ever. His thoughts had all but disappeared, the dragon's words echoing through his head, the amulet on his chest warm against his torso.

Rawlanor chuckled, rolling onto his side. Finally, he revealed what he truly wanted.

"Come. Grip me."

Misor was compelled to follow that order, stepping up to the great feral dragon and moving down between his hind legs. A great shaft that was two-thirds as long as he was tall pushed out from a slit back there, begging for attention. He had no choice but to grab at the tip, squeezing it.

As the dragon moaned, it oozed with pre-cum, the thick smell of an aroused dragon filling the air. He was assaulted with it, slapped with it, his eyes rolling back in their sockets from the sheer strength of the musk. Yet, he was compelled to keep touching it, and the more he obeyed, the better it felt.

"Hold on."

He did, and the dragon rolled over. The black dragon was sprawled on his back now, and the wolf laid on his belly. Laid on the dragon's belly with the dragon's cock over him.

"Wrap yourself around me...and worship..."

The wolf did as he was told, the paladin's mind forgetting everything that he had been doing up until then. Every order he obeyed made it easier to obey the next, and he realized that he was smiling as he squeezed that shaft with his arms and his legs. He leaned in, licking over the head, swallowing droplets of pre-cum that were big enough to be entire mouthfuls on their own. The drippings that he missed dribbled over his body, running into his fur, marking him with its heat.

"Love it. Be aroused."

He groaned, feeling his cock throbbing up against the shaft above him. He thrust forward, grinding his cock against the bigger, fatter, hotter cock that pinned him down. He could feel it throbbing more and more, feel it oozing against him. The size difference was impossible, and yet, there it was. He could feel it throbbing, swelling against his chest and stomach, feel the head oozing just over his face. It was dribbling like mad, soaking his face and neck and chest, making it impossible to escape the dragon's scent.

Hump, thrust, squeeze. Hump, thrust, squeeze. He ground on the cock, and the cock ground on him. Somewhere further up, Rawlanor was moaning, enjoying himself, and the dragon's hips occasionally hunched up, almost like he was trying to fuck the wolf's body-grip. Every time he did, a greater spurt of pre followed, landing on the dragon's belly and chest, soaking the wolf that much more.

Misor would have fought, if there was anything left under the obedience. The dragon said he would forget, be sent away...but for now, he was enjoying himself. He had been ordered to enjoy himself, and he was an obedient wolf.

"Soon...be ready...soon..."

The dragon's grunts were as good as a command shouted from another knight. Wrapping himself tight against the great member, Misor stroked and squeezed it with everything that he had to offer. He licked the head, assaulting the tip with every bit of affection he could give it. The paladin humped it, betraying every aspect of his oath of chastity.

And it was finally enough. With a massive roar, Rawlanor came, and as he did, the flood of seed carried the wolf away from the massive shaft, sending him flying up the dragon's chest, taking blast after blast after blast of seed to his face and stomach. His fur went white from it, and his mind drifted off yet further.

And through it all, the dragon chuckled, scheming. Misor could not complain. He could only wait for more orders.

The End