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The Musky Master's Lessons

for ArchaicFlame

by Draconicon

Tymas had taken apprenticeship beneath the great dragon Godrein in hopes of building his skill nearly three years ago. In those three years, the blue-white dragon had learned a great deal. His powers had grown, and he knew how to draw magic from the air and earth with equal ease. The wisdom of the elder dragon was something that he grasped with ease, and his own magical power meant that he had an advantage over many other apprentices that would have begged for the great dragon's teachings.

However, it was as much his body as his mind that Godrein wanted, and Tymas knew that. The younger male knew that his body was enticing to the older dragon, and that it would be used if he wasn't on his toes. He'd thought that it would be simple enough to avoid that, but in three years...

Well, his puckering hole, already stretched from multiple uses, felt empty more often than not, and even now, striding through the caverns of the older dragon's mountain home, he could feel the itch that had been left inside after the last body-lesson. He grunted as several steps made him more aware than usual of just how much he had stretched inside, and how much he had come to be trained to enjoy having something big inside of him. Embarrassment ran rife through him, and he was as red-cheeked as he was blue-scaled along his back.

He lumbered into the central cavern of his teacher's home, the aged yellow dragon looking up, his cream-colored belly scales gleaming from the fires that burned in all four corners of the room. The older dragon smiled at him, wrought-iron bars sliding down his snout and dragging glass lenses with them.

"Ah, you've come for your next body lesson. Shall we see if you can hold out longer this time?" Godrein asked, cocking his head to the side and setting the little braided length hanging from his chin swaying.

"I can...resist."

"Mmm, you said that last time, and the time before that, young man."

"I know, but...I can do it. I can."

"We shall see."

This wasn't the first time that they'd had a 'body lesson,' as Godrein called it. It was always based around trying to resist the natural scent of the older dragon's body, a power that he had that was as strong as his magic, if not stronger. It emanated from his scales, but most strongly from his sex and from under his tail. Everything was thick and strong down there, Tymas knew from many past failures.

It was the deal that he had made with his master. If he could learn what he could from the greater dragon and manage to break free from the master's domination, then he was allowed to leave. If he could not, then he would stay for a little while longer until the master decided to challenge him to another body lesson. If he ever failed completely, then he would be made to stay, no longer able to depart.

The blue-white dragon set his forelegs before him, bracing himself as Godrein got to his feet. The older dragon turned to face him with a smile, and Tymas made the first move.

A hard flap of his wings swept the air around him toward the older dragon, carrying with it all the power that he could bring to bear for it. It was nothing compared to what the greater dragon could do, but speed was his only asset. He had held back, tending to himself with fire and heat, holding back his orgasms to try and build up a greater scent around his sac and shaft. Even as he swept his wings forward, blowing it along, he could smell it, scented it. Strong and heavy, a good masculine musk, it was, and -

And the master flapped his wings in return. So swift, so hard that the small gust that Tymas had blown toward his master turned tail and came to him like a hurricane. Rather than his own scent, a far stronger musk slammed into his face, hot and bitter in a way that only aged scales could be. His eyes rolled back in his head from a single breath, and he blinked...

And when he opened his eyes again, the master's tail was up and the great yellow dragon was backing up toward his face. Tymas gasped in shock, tried to retreat -

"Ah, ah."

The master's tail came down, and Tymas found himself shoved forward, his snout grinding just underneath that age-marked, wrinkled hole. The hot sweat-smell that he had gotten from the wind-blast was made so much stronger, so much more potent as his nostrils were ground against the scales and the puckering hole. He groaned, his master's tail dragging him down to just behind those heavy balls, then pulling him back up again, forcing him to breathe in the scent the entire time. In, out, in, out, breathing in whatever was offered and forced to suck it down.

Time stuttered, or at least, his awareness did. He was down at the balls, then he was half-buried against that pucker, his master's rump pressed against his face and the first few inches of his snout pushed past that hole. He gasped as he was finally pulled back, his head spinning.

"You are hard. I can hear it," Godrein said.

And indeed, Tymas was hard, quite hard as a matter of fact, as his cock bounced up and down, up and down, smacking against his belly time and time again as he stared straight ahead. That pucker seemed to twitch and clench, too, holding his attention like some hypnotic symbol.

Flash.

He breathed out and he realized that he was licking. He didn't understand why, but the scent...the heated scent...it made it so hard to think. He tried to pull his head back -

"Ah, ah."

The tail to the back of the head again, grinding him forward, holding him pinned in place. Tymas groaned as he felt his lips pressed tightly to that pucker, and a pleasure that he didn't understand throbbed through his cock, sending it throbbing up, bouncing against his belly. Twitch, twitch, twitch -

"Lick, Tymas."

He licked -

"Nnngh..."

The sweat-scale-ass taste that hit his tongue went straight from his mouth to his cock, and it jerked up, shooting against his stomach and then against the ground. The smell and taste of the older dragon's ass just...just...

"A little weak, isn't it?"

"Nnngh..."

"Heh. Lick."

He tried to hold back, but it was as if that scent had seized hold of him, taking away his ability to control himself. His forked tongue shook as he dragged his tongue along that scaly taint, dragging it back from the rear of the older male's sac right up to that puckering, puffy thing -

"Mmmph!"

And his cock jumped again...and again...and again. Each time that he dragged his tongue across the other dragon's hole, every time that he licked over that wrinkled ring, he felt his cock jumping and slapping against his belly, spilling his seed to the cavern floor. Not from touch, not from magic, but from the power of the elder male's scent alone. He couldn't fight it, couldn't stop it; all he could do was ride it out, letting it take control of him and drown him in unwanted, impossible to fight pleasure.

He groaned, huffing and puffing against his master's hole, feeling it flexing against his face, pulling at him, teasing him, reminding him where he was. His tongue got sucked past the rim more than once, tasting the raunchy bitterness inside. Clean, yes, but still reminding him exactly where he was licking.

And he couldn't stop. Not when his master kept commanding him.

"Lick."

He dragged his tongue across that hole again, the forked tips sliding in before he could stop them. He moaned against his will, his head rolling back, only for the tail to shove him against it again, forcing him to kiss that pucker properly.

"Sniff. Sniff...hard..."

Tymas couldn't stop himself. He breathed in, and the heated musk of that pucker overwhelmed him. His eyes rolled back as his cock went rigid, trying and failing to spit more cum. Dry orgasms overwhelmed him as he tumbled...

And he stared up at a pair of balls that were hovering just over his face. The blue-white dragon was on his back, and he was barely able to think. More time had passed. Just how hard had that deep sniff hit him? Just how much had it taken from him while he was on his back? What -

"Ah!"

He gasped at the hot breath that puffed over his own pucker, barely able to believe that his master's head was down there. He groaned, trying to close his hind legs -

"Freeze, boy."

He couldn't move his legs. His body didn't want to move. The breath came again, hot and blowing over his taint and his pucker, and he swore he could feel his master's head down there. It came again, and again, the air sucking off his hole before blowing over him again. Finally, the other dragon lifted his head up again, and as he moved, those massive balls swung back and forth before Tymas's eyes.

"You have lost your scent. A pity, but that means that the body lessons are over. You have lost your scent, and that means that you...are mine."

"Nnngh..."

"Breathe in."

There was nothing else he could do as the elder dragon sat on his face, those balls squishing down on either side of his snout and drowning him in yet more of that aged musk. His eyes rolled back in his head and it became impossible for him to speak. For that matter, it became impossible for him to think.

"Lick."

And then, that was all he could do. Lick...and suck...and please those elder dragon balls...

The End

Summary: Tymas, a four-legged dragon in service to a greater master, tries to overcome his master's 'body lessons' to earn his freedom. It doesn't go well.

Tags: M/M, Feral, Four-Legged Dragon, Dragon, Feral Dragon, Age Difference, Musk, Face-Sitting, Balls, Ball Worship, Rimming, Sweat, Mind Break. Scent Loss, Cum, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm,