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Apprentice

Jake stood, hand outstretched, fingers bent into a claw shape, magical energies dancing across his fingertips, manifesting as fire, water, ice, electricity, all in turn, sometimes just one, sometimes all at once. It was random, mutating, uncontrolled and untapped raw talent in the area of offensive creation magic.

"Focus, Jake. Feel the energy suffuse your body, let it flow through you like water fills a cup." his teacher said, a wizened old man with a cane, shaped like a serpent trying to swallow a magical ball far too large for its mouth.

Magic was an unpredictable thing, mainly lost to lore and old descriptions of mages who could summon towering Hydra's that could burn a village down in mere seconds, to those who could call down a meteor from the heavens to strike their target with unnerving suddenness. There were many branches of magic, and during the time of the old kingdom, magic ability was supressed, so that the common man couldn't rise against the ruling magical users using magical talents.

But with all unfair governments, it was overthrown in a violent civil war, and the workings of magic were lost to man.

Or so everyone thought.

Though man had lost the knowledge of magic, the dragons had not.

Dragons were a rare sight, even in generations past, stories of their kind were rare and revered. It was said that dragons were more common than man thought, and that they could disguise themselves as innocuous things, like rocks, trees, and mice, but no matter how you sliced it, dragons were rare, and it was their magic which had been passed onto humans.

Each species was more skilled at a different kind of magic. Humans were good with most of the creation arts, the ability to craft fire, and electricity from the air itself and direct it at an object to cause surprising damage. Dragons were spirit magic, the ability to commune with the dead, and manipulate the very life force of those around them. Other species, like the Lycan, were more skilled with the arts of nature, the ability to listen to the music of the tree's and the water, and interpret it clearly.

And it was the creation magic that Jake was so earnestly trying to learn.

His master had picked him out of a crowd of teenagers to learn magic, and after just a few short lessons, he could direct a magical blast of unfocused intensity to a large general area, often setting it alight or coating it in slippery ice, though the effects were random and unpredictable.

Right now, he was trying to learn how to control the element of his spell, to cast fire without ice, lightning without water, and heat without cold. But it was hard. He just couldn't focus enough to make it work.

The magical energies spinning in his palm coalesced, and then exploded, the shield erected around the Apprentice by his Master protecting him from the blast, though the surrounding room, and his clothes, were not.

Jake stood, and blinked once or twice, peering down at his stark naked form, before covering himself, while his Master just shook his head slightly, leaning on his cane. "We will try this again tomorrow. I will supply you with magic resistant clothes." he said with a sigh, stroking at his white beard thoughtfully. "Do not fret, young Apprentice. A mage is not made in a day. Every mistake is a new lesson learned."

Jake gave a stiff nod, and then quickly ran down to his room to find a new pair of clothes, his cheeks flushed faintly at the embarrassment of having no clothes, and the events that led to such. He settled himself down on his bed, peering up at the frescoed ceiling, putting his hands behind his head. He was the only Apprentice there. This master refused to teach more than one at a time.

Sighing faintly to himself, he closed his eyes, to nap for a while. It was late, and the magic always exhausted him.

Eyes opened blearily, to peer up at the fresco on the ceiling of a cloudy sky, though something blocked his view.

Deep, vibrant green eyes peered into his own, consuming him, white claws slid out from soft paws to hold him in place, the exquisite feel of scales against his bare flesh, and the creatures' body moving against his own for some unknown reason. But those eyes held him, entranced, consuming his mind and keeping him from seeing, feeling anything else.

The eyes blinked.

Jake sat up with a start, gasping and putting a hand to his chest, panting slightly.

It was that dream again. A recurring dream of some kind. He never knew what it was that was atop him, holding him down so forcefully. A serpent, a medusa, a Hydra...it could have been anything. His master said it was a result of his training, and that made sense. The dreams had started a few weeks after his training had commenced, sometimes happening every night, sometimes just once every few days.

He was naked, in the bed, and he sighed faintly, dragging his clothes on again. The dream, or nightmare, if it could be called that, almost always caused him to kick his clothes off.

Shaking his head slightly, Jake slid to his feet, and stretched, almost tripping over a new acquisition to his room. It was a carved wooden staff with a green crystal ball clutched in gnarled tendrils at the end of the staff a constant mist-like substance swirling inside, tinged with traces of purple and orange like sunset on storm clouds. The tip of the staff was encased in folded metal, stopping at a rounded point so it could be dug into the ground to use as a magical rod, rather than a stave.

It was his first staff.

Smiling faintly to himself, he picked it up, testing its weight. Like most magical staves, it was light, lighter than it ought to be, and perfectly balanced between the metal casing on the end and the crystal ball topping it. He would have cast a spell with it, to test it, but he would wait for his Master to instruct him first. Likely he'd just bodge it and ruin his new toy.

Clutching it in his hands, he hurried to the room of learning, a bare square space devoid of anything flammable or destructible, save the stone of the room itself.

There, he saw, waiting, the staff in his lap.

"I see you are eager to begin today's lessons." his Master said, as he entered the room and took up position at one end. "Begin." he stated.

"You're...not going to show me how this works?" he replied, a little bit stunned.

His Master didn't answer, just leaning on the cane, watching him intently with eyes that ought to be a tired, old grey, but were a vivid green of a much younger man.

Jake gave a nod, and then lifted the staff, trying to make it an extension of his body. He had been reading, most nights before he went to sleep, and he knew that a stave would explode if you cat magic from it the wrong way. It was a conduit, and trying to store energy in it, which was what would happen if you tried to cast magic from your hands, rather than the staff, would inevitably cause it to overload.

The crystal ball at the end began to glow and the mist within began to swirl faster and more fitfully, tinges of red working their way into the mix, like a dust storm rising to meet clouds. Jake held the staff aloft, grinning. It was going to work!

He channelled his focus into the staff, his eyes narrowing, as lightning began to crackle at the periphery of the crystal ball, and then he thrust the staff, his eyes widening as he felt his control suddenly slipping, his focus wavering for a split second.

Bang!

The crystal ball shattered into a million pieces, peppering the room with shrapnel that embedded itself in the walls, floor, and ceiling, shredding his cloak to a spider-work collection of threads barely hanging onto each other, and ruining his staff, though his Masters magic protected them both from the blast.

"Come back tomorrow and we shall try again." his Master said with a shake of his head.

Jake nodded slightly, and then placed the staff on the ground before his Master, pausing.

"...Master?" he asked.

"Yes, Apprentice?" came the reply.

"...Have you ever wiped my memory?" he asked suddenly.

The old man looked taken aback. "What would give you that idea?" came the queried response.

"...I've been reading. Lack of focus, forgetfulness, strange dreams, eye contact. It all fits. I keep seeing your eyes in my dreams...Kind of." he pointed out, peering up at his Master. "Why have you been wiping my mind at night?" he asked, suddenly on guard.

A faint chuckle left the Master at that. "I see you're a lot faster on the uptake than my other students were. You know that a mind wipe will eventually become less effective over time, as your mind becomes more resistant to its effects the more it is used?" he asked.

Jake nodded once in reply, hesitantly.

"I am wiping your mind to keep you losing your memories against your will at a later date." he stated.

"But...the dreams. It's...some kind of creature, holding me down..." he pointed out.

The Master shook his head. "Your dreams are your own affair. I will not interpret them or try to understand them. They are, by their very nature a random, unpredictable mess." he held up a hand to forestall any more questions. "Come back tomorrow."

Jake sighed faintly, and then nodded. "Yes Master." he stated, before turning and leaving, heading back to his room to find another set of clothes to replace the now-tattered ones on his form. He was just shrugging out of his clothes when he heard the door open.

He turned slightly, to peer at his Master over his shoulder. "Yes?" he asked, curiously. He had assumed lessons were over for the day, from what his Master had said earlier.

"Nothing." his master said cryptically, and Jake shrugged and removed his robe, picking up the new one. The door closed behind him, as his Master left to go somewhere else, and the hairs on Jake's neck slowly rose, tingling, a shiver rolling down his spine.

He was being watched, he could feel it.

Turning, he expected to see the door ajar, and what he saw was far more disconcerting.

A dragon, in his room.

She, it was definitely a she, stood by the doorway, apparently, having snuck in while the door while open, perhaps at the behest of his Master, some kind of test, or a lesson of some kind.

But she was beautiful. Emerald eyes watched him, fixed on his naked form, staring at him from a pointed head with a pair of ebony horns curling back from her brow, smooth and shiny, a mouth full of teeth revealed as her jaws parted and she licked over her lips slowly with a soft, velvet tongue. Her forepaws kneaded at the ground, and her red-tinged wings flexed, as though getting ready to pounce. She was black-scaled, a beautiful shiny scale colour that reflected the ambient light around her, tinging the darkness with different colours like an impressionist artist could only dream of reproducing, a long, thick tail completing her beauty.

She was only a few feet tall, between three or four, and if she were to lie atop him, her forepaws would be on his shoulders, and her hips paws on his thighs. She was likely a little bit heavier than him, too.

And it was in that moment that Jake realised what was really going on. His Master was leaving him at the whims of a dragon every night, perhaps some kind of familiar. Their eyes were so alike, and it was said, that when one bonded with a dragon, that the eyes were changed forever.

Those emerald eyes pulled him in, and he couldn't look away from their slit-pupilled depths, just watching her.

"It's time for your lesson, Jake." she purred, in a voice that was soft, silky-smooth, and honey-rich.

He swallowed hard a moment, and could only watch as she strode over to him casually, and pushed him onto the bed with her forepaws. "So malleable under my claws. Poor apprentice, still can't break free of my spell." she purred, her face mere inches from his own, her nose bumping up against him.

Jake realised that he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. Perhaps that was the test. He had to overcome the dragon, before that part of his training was complete.

Those vivid green pools fixed on his eyes bored into him, and he felt himself drifting into a haze of contentedness as the dragoness pinned his wrists and legs with her paws, and after that, he remembered nothing.

Jake sat up with a start again, one hand on his forehead, before he leaned over the bed and threw up, shaking violently, his head feeling like it was splitting open. He was fighting the magic, he knew he was. He could remember it...some of it. The emerald eyes, the black scales, the closing door, and...A Dragoness!

Jake slid out of bed, his head swimming, blinking and trying to clear it, before stalking towards his Masters quarters, flinging the door open to reveal the old man, naked, meditating on the bed, staff resting on his lap, thankfully covering up any other wizened thing the old man had.

"I know." Jake stated.

"You know a great many things." the old man replied, not even opening his eyes. "Perhaps you should be more specific?"

"I know about her. The...dragon." he said with a firm nod. "I remember her!"

The old man gave a chuckle. "I knew you would, eventually. She is my pet. A very precious companion of mine. Perhaps you noticed how incredibly similar our eyes are?" the old man asked.

Jake gave a firm nod. "But...why?" he asked.

"The world will not give you any chances. You must be prepared to face the unknown, and know that even if you can't see it, it could still be happening." his master stated.

"I want to see her. I want to know what she does to me when I can't remember." he stated flatly.

The master raised his brows. "I don't see how it matters; it is not like you can stop her doing whatever she wants to you while you're out."

"I still want to see her." he stated.

"Very well." his master said, stretching slightly and standing, picking up his staff. At some point between sitting, and standing, his robes had materialised out of nowhere. He stepped off the bed and then opened a doorway, stepping through and closing it behind him.

A soft giggle resounded from the bed, and the black dragon stretching out there, resting her head on her forepaws. "Silly master, doesn't realise I'm always listening to all of his conversations, even if he can't see me." she said calmly.

Jake blinked, and then narrowed his eyes at her. "What do you do to me when I'm out?" he asked, stepping over closer to her, glowering slightly.

"What better thing is there to do with a malleable male so late at night?" she asked innocently.

He blinked one at her. Surely she couldn't mean...?

"I make you let me win at scrabble, and make you make me breakfast." she stated calmly.

"Every night?" he asked automatically.

"Not every night." she minced, giggling at him. "Gotta let you rest a little bit or you'd never be able to cast magic. But a lot of nights, yes. Sometimes, we get really inventive and play twister! I always win though." she said calmly. "Don't even have to cheat. I have a tail." she said with a naughty wink at him. Jake stared for a moment. "Well...Okay then." he said awkwardly, and the door opened to his left. He turned to look, and his Master stepped through.

"I can't locate her." he said, shaking his head. "She is a dragon, they do as they please."

Jake pointed, turning back to the bed, but she was gone.

That evening, Jake began to read, searching through his Master's library for the right book, on memory training, of the magical nature, blocks, and the like. And also disillusionment charms, to reveal aura's of misinformation. Neither were meant to be part of his studies, but he would beat the dragon, of that he was sure.

Night came, and he was prepared, and when the door opened and the black dragon entered, he refused to meet her eyes, even when he felt her weight step onto the bed with him, sauntering over to his back.

A paw lifted, and touched his chin, pulling his gaze around to face her, and his eyes met hers, her gaze consuming him once more, and instantly, he relaxed helplessly, though he tried his hardest to remember what he had learned that evening. To fight against her influence.

"Jake?" asked the dragoness, waving a paw in front of him, grinning slightly to herself.

"Mhmmm...?" he replied sleepily, feigning complete subservience to her whims.

"Good. It's time for your lesson again, I know how you like them." she said with a purr, lifting a paw and beginning to tug at is robe strings, untying them and opening his robe, crawling up into his lap, her hind legs resting on either side of his hips while her pas came to rest on his shoulders.

His heart began to beat faster, and he watched her with wide eyes as her paws continuing to stroke his chest, a low rumbling building her throat.

A soft, velvet tongue began to stroke slowly at his neck, drawing across his flesh delicately, almost teasingly, while a serpentine roll of the dragoness's hips began to press the base of her tail in against the junction of his legs, grinding herself slowly over his crotch, in a very suggestive, sinuous motion that almost immediately brought about a selling.

He gasped softly, helplessly, and his hips shifted towards the motions of her own body reflexively, rubbing his growing length, barely covered by the fabric of his cloak, pressing herself at just the right angle to cause it to press up against her swelling sex, a slight tinge of moisture wetting him.

Her tongue descended on his body a little bit, and she gave a low, rumbling purr, laving her velvety muscle against his flesh seductively, her tail coiling around one of his legs while she continued to grind herself down over the engorged pole of flesh that was pressed so delightfully between her legs, letting it spread her slightly through the robe, before she pressed the robe open with a lusty little growl, licking heatedly down his form, slowly slewing around, until she was standing over him the wrong way, tail swaying above his face, giving him a perfect view of her drooling cunt, a dribble of her moisture rolling onto the hollow of his throat. He gave a gasp and a shudder as he felt her tongue suddenly swipe across the exposed tip of his cock, coiling around it and drawing it into her muzzle without delay, pressing down over it until it was sunk into her maw to the halfway point, beginning to bob her head slowly.

Jake shuddered, his arms wrapping around her shapely rear, pulling her down against him until her swollen, moist nether lips kissed against his own, pressing his mouth open and laying his tongue against her in a heated, eager lick.

She gave a groan around him, her tailtip quivering as her forepaws gripped his hips, and she bobbed her head all the more eagerly, working another inch of his length into her maw with her motions, sinking just that much further over him with her delightful motions, her body spasming slightly as Jake lapped and tongued at her eagerly, exulting in her taste, his stimulation just bringing more liquid welling up from within her body, her tail tip lashing above him.

Her hips pressed back against his mouth, and she shuddered as she bobbed her head at a fever pace, working him into her throat now, pressing right down until her nose was buried against the base of his length, feeling him begin to throb and twitch against her tongue, drawing back suddenly, off of him, both forepaws closing around him, soft pads working up and down his throbbing length eagerly.

"Yes Jake!" she hissed in delight, maw popping open. "In my mouth, please! You know how much I like the taste!" she begged, working him off almost desperately, and with such a needy dragoness begging him for his seed, he had no option but to spill into her waiting maw, his body stiffening slightly, and a lusty growl of delight leaving the dragoness as she lolled her soft pink tongue out wantonly.

The first burst of his seed was unpredictable, spurting across her nose and up over her face, almost landing in her left eye, her maw parting as wide as it could as she groaned lustfully, feeling the next several spurts gush directly into her maw, over her face and across her presented tongue, coating it in salty human spunk, drooling off her tongue as she clasped her muzzle over the tip of his length and began to suckle hard, swallowing in time with his spurts now, having just long enough to taste them before each spurt was taken down to her stomach with eager reflexive swallows.

And then, he was spent, panting and limp underneath her, and she gave a grin, turning to peer over her shoulder at him with a face bearing strings of his seed, drooling slowly over her black scales, while she slowly licked her lips clean, opening her mouth to show him the amount of seed she still hadn't swallowed, connecting her teeth with strings of pearly white spunk.

He shuddered helplessly, watching with wide eyes as she closed her muzzle and swallowed, before presenting her tongue to him, like a kid showing that they had taken their medicine, giggling at him.

She stepped off him, and rolled over onto her back, spreading her hind legs and watching him, purring low in her beautiful throat as she regarded him. "You're not done yet, Jake." she murmured, motioning towards her slick, eager nethers.

He nodded, pressing himself between her legs, until his face was resting mere inches from her sex, and then leaning in to give her a long, slow lick, the tangy taste of her delectable liquids flooding his tongue, a soft sound leaving him as he slowly tongued at her. A faint gasp of delight left the dragoness, and her wings splayed out, to help keep her balance, back legs spreading wide for him as he continued to lick.

His hands came up to rest on the base of her tail, thumbs pressing to the edges of her cunt to spread her, his tongue delicately drawing over her exposed flesh again and again, just colleting and summoning up more of her liquids, quickly slicking her entire tailbase with the wonderful moisture.

The dragons eyes widened, and she gave a squeal of surprise, her wings twitching helplessly as she felt him press his mouth lower, thumbs still spreading her, but his tongue flicking down low over her tight tailhole, giving a heated lick at her forbidden entrance, once, twice, three times, before she gasped and arched helplessly, his thumb rubbing her clit the last straw, sending her snarling and roaring into a delightful orgasm, back arching and wings flaring wide, convulsing repeatedly as she cried out, tailtip lashing against the bed.

Jake didn't relent, holding open her tight cunt with one hand while his tongue pressed over her clit, drawing it into his mouth and suckling on it as hard as he could while a fingertip slipped down to the base of her tail and suddenly began to work into her tight tailhole, her eyes widening and back arching against as she felt this new intrusion, before he began to thrust with the finger in time with his licks, making her tail twitch and breath catch in her throat.

Very quickly, he added a second finger, spreading her tight tailhole wide as he suckled on her clit, her jaws parting in a silent snarl and roar of delight, entire body convulsing in the throes of powerful orgasm again and again, each thrust of his fingertips just making her snarl and cry out all the more, extending her surprised orgasm as she shuddered and quivered in delight

Eventually though, she began to come down, panting and shuddering hard, breathless and limp, giving a happy, breathy little quiet giggle of delight as she felt those two fingers gently draw out of her tight tailhole, shuddering at him, her entire tailbase slicked with her own liquids.

With a shudder, she curled around and began to slowly lick herself clean, watching him with emerald eyes as she tongued slowly along her scales, and her own tight cunt, while he stroked her wings reverently.

"That was new..." she rumbled heatedly, "I'll have to get you to do that again. But it's time to forget, Jake." she murmured, and he gave a robotic nod.

"What is your name?" he asked suddenly. "I'll just forget it later...."

The dragoness gave a soft rumble, and as he began to think of schoolchildren, memories of being bullied and the like, her gaze locked on his, drawing him into her endless, beautiful eyes, the world beginning to narrow, and darken.

"My name is Jade."