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Leon's Draconic Conquest

For Leon_Therma

By Draconicon

Leon had waited long enough. He knew that the dragon wanted to be taken, and it was time that he did the taking. He'd given Draconicon the chance to come over without making a big fuss about it, but every time that he tried to be patient with the black dragon, he came up with another excuse to avoid doing what he really wanted to. It was grating, it was time-consuming, and it really seemed to stress the poor guy out.

At least, that was the excuse that the Hoenn Typhlosion was going with. It worked well enough for him.

He ripped a hole through space-time, hearing the usual grumble from Palkia for doing it, and ignored the muttered complaints. A little bit of dicking would have his subby little bitch right as rain before too much longer, though he wouldn't say that out loud. Palkia was pretty alright, most of the time, if a bit stuffy.

Leon put that out of his head. After all, he had someone else to enjoy.

He stepped through the hole in the air, emerging in the depths of a mountain cave. Not surprising. Draconicon had a number of homes, and he supposed not all of them were around other people. This one must have been where the black dragon went to get back to his roots when he wanted to feel like a real dragon again. Leon chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he walked down the stone paths of the cavern, following one corridor after another.

Some might have gotten lost in the underground maze. Not him. Not with this dragon.

"Draaaaaaccy? You there?" he called.

There was no answer save for a distant snore. The dragon was sleeping. How cute. And how much easier that made things for him.

He followed the sound of the snoozing dragon, turning right, left, left, and right again. The sound led him to a smaller cavern, one that was linked down to the depths of the mountain. Steam rose out of the vents near the back of the room, and he sighed as he felt the heat shimmering through the stone under his paws. He wiggled his toes, pressing them firmly against the stone, claiming it with his own scent, his own musk, his own footprints. When the big guy woke up, he knew Drac would like that. The black dragon was a little bit of a slut like that.

He walked over to the large stone bed that his long-time friend was sleeping on. As far as Leon could tell, Drac wasn't faking his nap. He was completely out of it, usual black robe long-since discarded, and his eyes were closed, not clenched. Leon smiled, cocking his head to the side as he looked up and down the dragon's body, from his jiggly ass to that thick cock that hung over his thighs. The dragon was certainly a looker, even now, resting and naked.

The Fire-type looked forward to making the slut look even better after a little training. Drac had the type of scales that would show any kind of mark, and from their many interrupted play-times, the dozens of alt-Dracs that he had found in the multiverse, and the things that he had done with both of them, Leon knew just what kind of marks the black dragon really wanted. It was just a matter of applying them before he could panic and run off again. The Typhlosion walked around the large stone, then climbed up to stand with one paw on either side of the dragon's head.

"Hehehe..."

He knew from experience that Draccy wouldn't put up much of a fight once they got going. For as much as the black dragon portrayed himself as a great and powerful mage, Leon knew that he was a slut deep down inside. All that power, all that mischief that he got up to, was just a shield to keep anyone else from getting close enough to see what he was really like. Anyone that did - like the Typhlosion had more than once - found out that there was a horny little bitch deep down inside. The black dragon wanted to be taken.

And today, he would be.

He squatted down, shifting one foot so that he could drag his toes along the dragon's cheeks. Drac didn't wake up just yet, but he did groan in his sleep, twisting back and forth slowly. He shook his head, which only served to grind the Typhlosion's toes further against his cheek, leaving little sweat-musk marks behind. The smell would get to him soon enough, and -

Yes, there it was. The dragon's cock was already starting to rise up, already eager for attention. Leon smirked, shaking his head as he kept tapping the dragon's face with his furred toes, seeing it getting harder and harder. Even in his sleep, Draccy was a good little horny dragon.

"Hey Draccy..."

The dragon groaned in his sleep, his eyelids flickering. He was going to be awake soon, and when he opened his eyes the rest of the way, Leon would spring the trap. He leaned against the wall, bracing himself, lifting both paws up so that they were in the right position -

"Mmmph..."

Drac opened his eyes, and as soon as he did, Leon brought his paws down. One covered the dragon's eyes, keeping him from using his vision to cast any spells, while the other smothered his nose, almost but not quite plugging his nostrils. He used his tail to sweep down, sealing the dragon's mouth shut with a bit of pressure, forcing him to breathe through his nose instead.

"Hey, Draccy, remember me?"

"Mmmph?!"

"No, no, that's not my name. You know me."

"MMMPH!"

The dragon squirmed, but he had already taken that first breath, that first heady hit of his foot scent, the musk and pheromones that he so enjoyed. Leon smiled, wiggling his toes as he watched his prey's cock rise with each successive breath, each inhalation pulling a little more of the scent that he seemed to like so much into his lungs. One breath -

Pulse. The dragon's cock throbbed up, reaching its full erection at just over a foot. Another breath -

Pulse, spit. The shaft spit out a string of pre-cum along his belly. Leon chuckled.

"Look at that, Draccy. Already so horny for my paws?"

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"That's right. I found the real you, this time. And we're done playing games."

"Mmmph..."

"I'm going to make you into my good little toy today. Just like you keep telling me you wanted me to do. And this time, it's going to be for real."

Grinding his paws back and forth over the dragon's face until the initial struggles ceased, Leon exerted a bit more of his power to start heating up the cave properly. The room was warm, yes, but he wanted it hot. It wasn't warm enough for someone that was going to belong to a Fire-type, and with the sort of sweat-slut this dragon was, he needed a reminder of just how warm he needed to be kept. Leon's fires burned around him, heating the cavern by a dozen degrees, then another dozen, until they were both starting to drip down their foreheads, until the dragon's scales started to shine with it.

By the time that the heat had been raised to proper fiery levels, the squirming had stopped. He knew that the dragon hadn't been exactly broken-in, not yet, but he had been rendered a little more compliant. Leon pulled his paws back, looking at his prey.

Drac was panting softly, his face seared with little red toe-prints along his black scales. They shimmered, on the verge of going white-hot in places, and Leon nodded in approval.

"That's better. A lot better than those silly little footprints you keep leaving on people."

"Mmmph..."

"What's the matter? Heh? Paws got your tongue?"

"Mmmph."

"No, no, I bet it's the musk. You always were a little slut for that, weren't you?"

"Mmm..."

The dragon's cock bouncing up and down was a clear indicator that he was enjoying what was going on, or at least, that there was something deep down inside that was. He knew from breaking all the other alt-universe Dracs that the black dragon had a real thing for being overcome, overwhelmed, taken in and broken. Every time, the black dragon got off on the humiliation of someone being bigger, stronger, better than him, and every time, it was just what he needed to be pushed over the edge.

Leon slid forward, rubbing his paw over the dragon's cock, feeling it pulsing and throbbing under his toes. He pushed some more heat, more fire through his soles. Rather than groaning or whimpering in pain from the fire-play, the black dragon arched his back, huffing and panting.

"Oh, you like that, huh? What's the matter? I thought the big bad dragon would put up a fight to someone burning his dick."

"Nnngh...doesn't...doesn't hurt..."

"You mean, it doesn't hurt enough to stop. You like the burning, don't you?"

"Mmmph..."

He wasn't in the mood for playing games. He dragged his paw further up, ensuring that the fire followed his toes, until he could press the glowing tip of his big toe right against the tip of the dragon's cock. Drac arched his back again, hissing, panting through his fangs.

"I said, you like the burning, don't you?"

"Nnnngh! Yes, yes!"

"That's what I thought."

As he pulled his paw back, the dragon sagged back down against his stony bed, panting and shivering from head to toe. That was the sort of look that Leon appreciated, a more honest, open showing of how horny he was. But that was the least that he wanted to see. He wanted to show this dragon what it meant to be a good little bitch to a bigger, better, stronger male. No more hiding how much he wanted to be a little slut-toy, no more hiding that subby little boner. He was going to show just how much of a slave he really was deep down inside, and Leon was going to be the one that made it happen.

He slid forward, grinding one of his paws against the dragon's face before hopping off the bed. He fondled himself, groping his own balls a few times, encouraging his already-rising cock to keep sliding out of his sheath, pushing into his hand and throbbing to life. He snapped his fingers, a ball of fire bursting around his hand and adding a thundercrack sound to the already-loud snap.

"Here."

"Mmph..."

"Draccy, don't make me drag you over here."

"Mmmph...mmmmph..."

The dragon was clearly fighting against the pheromones to some extent, but there was no winning against that. No matter how many times the various Dracs tried to use their pheromones on him, it was never strong enough. He could just burn the dragon scent away, while his smell...

Well, the smoky musk of a virile Typhlosion was strong in and of itself. Combine that with the fact that he had a little mythic blood in his ancestry, combined with the fact that he was a more volcanic Typhlosion? Well, he had a musk and a scent that the little musk-slut wouldn't be able to resist, no matter how hard he tried, and no matter how hard he tried to burn it away.

Eventually, the black dragon pulled himself out of bed, stumbling across the room before falling to his knees again. Drac panted, huffing, his breath hot against Leon's balls. The Typhlosion nodded.

"That's better, Draccy."

"Mmmph...stop...calling me that..."

"Hmmm, I think I can call you whatever I want. Remember that time you had me call you 'Toy'?"

"..."

"Oh, you do. Your cheeks are so red. You loved that, but not as much as you liked the other names that put you down, humiliated you. You always did like the idea of someone else showing you that dragons were never as mighty, never as powerful as they should be. You liked being taken down."

And he loved doing the domination, loved putting the dragon in his place, enjoying himself as the mightier of the two of them. It was the real draw of chasing him down. There were so many that fell to him so easily, so many males that were broken and turned to little sluts without even trying. This guy? He'd made the Typhlosion chase him over the universe, over the multiverse, and now it was time for him to take his reward.

He grabbed Drac by the horns, pulling him close, grinding the dragon against his balls. Each breath was a reminder of who was on top, and who was not, and he could see the dragon's eyes widen for a moment before going back to half-open slits. They flickered, some internal resistance trying to hold back, trying to deny that he wanted to be there, but there wouldn't be much more of that. Not for long.

"Go on, Draccy. Get a good breath."

"Nnngh..."

"You know you want it. Breathe in."

He felt the first little puff, and heard the little splut of pre-cum hitting the floor under him. He chuckled, shifting his position to keep one paw on the floor and the other on the dragon's thigh.

"Good little dergy."

"Mmmph..."

"What, you want to be a bad dergy? One that gets punished for not being able to control himself? Who made his master come looking for him rather than submitting like a good dergy?"

The whimpers and red cheeks told the story that he needed to hear. The black dragon really was that sort of bitch, that sort of utter slut. Leon chuckled, pulling Drac's head back, pulling his lips up along his furry balls, over his sheath and up to his shaft.

Normally, he wasn't one to keep it too huge. After all, he still had to get around, and as much as one might have enjoyed the feeling of a massive dick swinging between their legs, there was a limit to how well you could move around with something too large hanging down there. But...

Well, for breaking in a new slut...

What was normally twelve inches pushed out further, then further still, and further still again. The base throbbed hard, and he projected his power through it, making the shaft pulse with the fiery heat of a volcanic pokemon. He grinned as he groped himself, letting that heat haze blow over the dragon, giving him a reminder of just how hot that was going to feel in his guts later.

But as it heated up, it expanded, pushing out from twelve inches to fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. It pulsed, eventually topping out at eighteen inches, a full half again longer than the monster that the dragon carried, and just slightly thicker, too. Drac stared at it, of course, the little size queen, and he swung it around, batting the dragon across the face.

"You know you want it. All you have to do is be a good little dergy and tell me who your master is."

"Nnngh...not...happening."

"Oh, Draccy, why do you gotta make me sad?"

"I'm not...not your..."

"Oh, you are. You just can't say it yet. But you will."

He flicked the dragon's throbbing cock with his toes, feeling just how eager it was to blow its load. It wouldn't last for much longer, he was sure; Drac wasn't one for holding back at the best of times. He'd have to work on that, train the dragon up to hold back for as long as the Typhlosion wanted, ensuring that he was always in the mood, always willing to put in that time, that work, to get the bigger male off.

It would take a while, but having a little dragon toy like this was going to be worth it.

Pulling on Drac's horns again, he pulled him up to the tip of his cock. The end was already hot and steaming, dripping with pre-cum, and he knew for a fact that the dragon was loving the thick, heady scent coming off it. He swayed himself back and forth, smearing the slut's lips with his pre-cum, leaving them nice and slippery for what was coming next.

"You know what you need, Draccy?"

"Mmph?"

"You need a good throat-fucking. That'll loosen your lips."

"Mmmph?"

"Now, open up..."

He half-expected the dragon to fight him on that, too. Drac had been a little reluctant for all of this, despite the blast of musk at the start. Yet, no sooner had he asked than the dragon actually opened his mouth. He showed a little bit of that forked tongue, one that Leon knew was flexible enough to wrap around his cock like a snake and tease it like a hand might have done.

Oh, Draccy, you're already slipping...

Grinning, he pulled the dragon down hard, sheathing his cock down that hot throat in one firm thrust. There were no gags, and Leon didn't expect any from the secret slut. He probably had been deepthroating horses in his spare time, and then wiping their memories so they didn't embarrass him.

"Mmmm, that's good, Draccy...that's very good."

"Nnnnnnngh..."

"Don't start growling at me now."

He flicked the dragon's head, and the reverberations from deep within the other male's throat came to a halt. It was almost amusing how quick the dragon was to submit to his lusts, all while fighting back. Of course, it made sense. Drac wanted to be humiliated, wanted to be broken down, not just be a slut. He wanted to be shifted to being a good little whore for someone, not just fall to it immediately.

He wanted the journey to being a slut, and Leon was happy to give it to him, so long as he stayed put at the end of it. That was the part that Drac was going to have to learn this time around. He was going to have to learn to stay a slut.

Leon pushed forward a little further, grinding his balls against the dragon's chin, leaving him smeared with pre-cum and sweat. The dragon trembled, and his cock throbbed, pulsing hard against the Typhlosion's toes. There was an easy tease going on there, thrusting forward to fill the dragon's mouth and throat with cock while grinding his toes along that throbbing shaft. The twin stimulations were more than enough to keep the dragon quiescent, making sure that he didn't fight back, and he moaned happily enough beneath the face-fucking.

That left Leon the chance to just enjoy that mouth. And he enjoyed it a lot.

Thrust, thrust, thrust went his hips, burying his thicker cock down the dragon's throat. For once, there was more than enough heat in there for him. Unlike most, dragons had some natural heat of their own, some fire that tickled and tingled at his cock, and he growled as he thrust forward and back, forward and back, taking his time to really claim and stretch that throat. Every time that he pulled back, he barely pulled out enough for his tip to clear the dragon's throat, only to slap right back in.

In and out, in and out, each time feeling that clench around his tip, the way that the dragon barely managed to take the whole thing when he slammed back in. The feeling of utterly dominating someone that had been such a tease for so long hit him right in the balls, and he could feel his own orgasm rising, his own pleasure coming to him.

He smirked.

"Yeah, that's it, Draccy. This is where you belong, isn't it? On your knees in front of someone like me. Hard as hell without even touching yourself."

"Mmph..."

"And this is what you need to do...serve cock...serve other musky men...other males like me..."

"Nnnngh..."

"What's the matter, Draccy? Gonna cum just from hearing me talk about how slutty you are?"

The dragon seemed like he might just be on the verge of that, all things considered. He was panting, shaking, trembling, and he gasped for breath every time that Leon pulled back far enough to let him breathe through his mouth rather than through his nose. But for all that, he didn't seem quite ready to go over the edge.

Heh, he likes to tease...or maybe he can only go once. Something else to train him with...

Leon pulled back at the last second, leaving his cock throbbing right over the dragon's muzzle. Drac gasped at that, staring right at the point.

"Let's give you your first mark..."

Leon barely had to thrust forward half an inch, using the scales of the dragon's snout to push him the rest of the way over the edge. He came hard, his hips clenching, his toes curling into the stony ground as he came. Every throb through his cock echoed up from his balls, drawing more and more cum from his sac. He could feel every rope of cum shooting down his cock, and more importantly, could see every stain that the hot white goo left on his new slut's face.

To his credit, Drac didn't pull back, nor did he try and get out of the way. He just stood there, taking it to the face like a good little slut. As the strings of white ran down his cheeks, covering his snout, Leon pulled back. The smears of cum all over the dragon's face made him look like the slut he was...

But he could use a few more marks. Most sluts could, really.

"Draccy."

"Mmmph..."

The black dragon looked up at him, panting, cock drooling and dripping over the ground. His face was as red as could be, but his cock told the rest of the story, as horned up as one could get and still wanting more. The dragon's hips twitched as Leon looked down at that cock, almost as if they were trying to put it even more on display.

"Heheheh....you want it."

"Nnnngh...why...why -"

"Does it matter? I want you. And I'm going to have you."

"You...you..."

"Come on, you slutty little dergy. Tell me. Are you a slut?"

"...Nnngh...maybe..."

Shaking his head, Leon snapped his fingers. Just as expected, Draccy arched his back and moaned as the summoned fire surrounded his feet, shackling him with balls of flame. Of course, they didn't actually hurt him. Dragons were more or less immune to fire most of the time, but this was not meant to hurt. It was meant to mark, to remind him what he wanted, and what the Typhlosion could give him.

"You love it when your feet are hot...sweaty...but what happens when they get the lash of fire?" Leon teased. "What happens when they get marked with heat...when your cock glows with my toe print?"

He tapped the glowing cock-head, rubbing the dragon's tip with a finger. He leaned in even closer, bringing his hands up to the dragon's nipples, pulling at the hard little nubs. The black dragon panted, but didn't fight back. He probably didn't even remember that he could at that moment; he was so obviously aroused that Leon wondered if he even remembered wanting to be free.

Probably not. The little slut was more focused on being a good little bitch at that point.

"I can mark you even more."

"You...you wouldn't..."

"Oh, I would. I know what you want, Draccy. Remember? I know you want to be exposed...want everyone to see you for the slut you are..."

"I'm not -"

"You are. Don't lie to your new master now. You are a slut...way...deep...down..."

"I...I..."

He pinched, and the dragon moaned, squirting pre from his cock again, the shimmering liquid landing right between Leon's paws. Shaking his head, he extended his power further, pulling a series of metal piercings from the ether, as well as two toe rings, and one cock ring. He floated them at his side, smiling.

"You know what you need, dergy. And I know it, too. Let's make it so you can't just hide what you really are from people anymore."

"But...but I'm not -"

"Aren't you, Draccy?"

Their eyes met, and the dragon's white eyes shimmered. Leon faced him down, knowing exactly what the dragon was thinking. That this was just temporary, that this was just one more thing that he would eventually wiggle out of, that this was just one more kinky thing that he could endure and then pretend had never happened, that he was strong enough in magic or whatever else that he could get out of it whenever he wanted to.

Leon wasn't going to let that happen. He reached out, grabbing the dragon by the cock, leaning in until they were muzzle to muzzle. The dragon's cock was wet, almost slimy with pre-cum, and squelched as he stroked it up, down, up, down, each time making sure that the dragon heard just how hard and slimy he had gotten from how horned up he'd become.

"You know what you want, Draccy. You know I can give it to you."

"Mmmph...please...I'm not -"

"You are."

"Nnngh..."

"Deep down inside, you are. You know you're a slut...and more...you know you want to be my slut."

Drac didn't deny it, and Leon knew that he'd already won. All he had to do was push those buttons, and the dragon would fall. And then he would keep falling, staying deep and happy and submissive so long as Leon kept pushing those buttons, keeping him horny, keeping him from ever actually getting a clear head. That was all that it would take, and then...

Then he would have a slave. Not a toy, but a slave, someone that wanted to be treated roughly, dominated hard in comparison to the other sluts that he owned. Oh, none of them wanted such intense body modification, nor did they wish to be dominated like this, but dear little Draccy? He wanted it. He craved it, needed it.

Leon took one of the nipple piercings, heating it up until it glowed bright red in his hands. He pressed the needle on one end to the dragon's left nipple, looking the big guy right in the eyes.

"What are you, Draccy?" he asked.

"...I...am..."

"What are you?"

"I'm...a slut..."

Hssssss. The dragon hissed as the burning needle pushed through his nipple. Knowing the various dragons as he did, Leon knew that there was no real pain there, nothing that the dragon didn't want, at least. He pushed it all the way through, watching as the dark flesh turned red, a deep crimson that almost made one think of demonic tones rather than simple dragon scales. He stroked his finger over the dragon's nipple, feeling how hard it had become over the metal, how sensitive it must have been with all the moans that followed. Oh, if the dragon thought that was bad, he had another thing coming.

The other nipple piercing followed, and with a shove, he knocked the dragon back onto his back. As he fell over, his feet come out from where they'd been trapped within the fire, the black scales burned all but white hot. The rings that he had in mind for the dragon's feet were a deep red-orange, something to mark his own fire, and he pushed them down the glowing toes. Whatever had been there previously had already seared away, melted by the heat of a volcanic Typhlosion. He smiled as the other rings tightened, molding to the dragon's feet, locked in place.

As he took the ankle shackles and did the same thing, he could see that the dragon was already panting, reaching for his cock. Leon smacked his hands away with his tail.

"Ah ah. None of that. Naughty boys don't get to play with their cocks."

"Nnngh..."

"What are you, Draccy?"

"...Not...not a slut."

"No?"

"I'm...I'm a slave..."

"That's right. And whose slave are you?"

"Nnngh..."

The dragon was still holding back. Silly little thing. And rather stupid, considering how close they were now. He shook his head as he slapped the shackles on, giving both glowing feet a flick along the underside.

"I don't want these to stay feet. Eventually, I'm going to make you transform them into paws."

"Nnngh!"

The dragon loved that, apparently. He knew how much the little sweat-slut loved his feet, and attention to them, but he still got turned on at the idea of being customized by his master. That only pushed Leon further, making him harder, stiffer, needier. He loomed over the black dragon as he pulled his legs apart, kneeling close to that throbbing monster between his new slave's legs.

It was a massive cock, but it was one that would never fuck again without the Typhlosion's permission. Not now, not ever. It would only be used if the dragon had earned a reward, and even then, probably in a way that embarrassed him, keeping that humiliation going and making sure that he never started thinking that he was above slavery. Leon pulled out the cock ring that he had brought along for the occasion, dragging it slowly down the dragon's shaft. The fiery marks along the band glowed all the brighter, and the dragon's cock grew harder still, pulsing all along the length.

He gripped it at the base, squeezing as the dragon's tip oozed with pre-cum, and held out the last of the piercings. It was a glimmering Prince Albert, meant to mark that cock as his. He smirked.

"Whose slave are you, Draccy?"

"I..."

"Yeeeees?"

"...Yours."

"And what does that make me?"

"You're...my master."

"That's right."

Hssssss.

The dragon screamed, and he wasn't sure if Draccy was on the verge of cumming or something else as he forced the piercing through the fleshy cock tip, but either way, the deed was done. He had claimed the dragon, and there was just one more thing to do.

"Roll over, Draccy...and brace yourself. I'm going to go hard, and then...you're going to show everyone what's happened to the big bad dergy. You're mine, now, and everyone is going to know it..."

The End

Summary: Leon finally makes his move to take a dragon slave as his own.

Tags: M/M, Foot Fetish, Paw Fetish, Foot Torture, Fire, Piercing, Musk, Oral, Blowjob, Face-Fuck, Teasing, Domination, Enslavement, Orgasm, Cum, Marking, Typhlosion, Draconicon, Dragon,