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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 52 - Noms

_ SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters_.

Elyon stared at the chore that lay before her and wondered if she had made a mistake. She thought she could do this, but the smell and feel of the meat in her hand was making her think otherwise. She gripped it firmly like she had been taught by her Master and began to beat it. She turned her head away from the wet squishy noises as her hand moved up and down. She thought about the vixen that used to do this for her dragon Master and her resolve hardened. She had promised her Master that she would take over that vixen's duties in return for getting rid of that nasty vixen. It would have been bad enough with a female roommate at the best of times, but a naked one that was always in her face... ugh! How strange that she was more comfortable with a male dragon Master than a fellow furry slave. She shrugged and continued to beat her Masters meat with determination. She smacked it with the hammer as she was told, tenderising the steak for Masters lunch. This was one job she wished the vixen could come back and do. But only if she left right after!

After several minutes of more work she peered at it, one hand holding it in place as she judged it had been hit enough. Being a vegetarian, she had never even seen meat before. Unicorns didn't eat it, and disliked even the idea of it. Touching it.. working with it... it was hard for her. It took her several days in fact to be able to work for more than a minute at a time before having to take a break and get some fresh air. Today at least she was managing to get through it without having to run out of the room and gasp for breath. She didn't find the idea of eating meat as repulsive as other unicorns. She had spent plenty of time in the forest, and had seen kills before. It was part of nature. Predator and prey. It wasn't ever pretty, but it was how the world worked. Dragons were clearly NOT grazers, so they ate meat. She imagined she was working in a traveling animal exhibit, preparing food for some exotic animal. Dragons certainly were exotic.. nothing at all like a unicorn, or even other furries she had occasionally met.

Elyon slid the steak onto the heating surface. Like so many things about the dragon capital, she doubted she would ever stop being amazed by it. Simply touching runes on the edge caused the flat table-like surface to get warm, or searing hot. One of the first things she had asked was how all of it worked. The cold and hot water for drinking, bathing and showering. The toilet that washed itself. Lighting in all the rooms. A kitchen with cupboards that were cold or freezing and stone that could heat up and burn. All working flawlessly at the very top of the massive crater, the water supply far far below.

She was used to magic of course. All unicorns had magical gifts given to them by their horns. Nearly indestructible, the needle-sharp tips able to pierce through even metal, and of course the ability to heal from nearly any wound. She even had extra gifts of magic, able to influence animals and people, although very limited and for most of her life, something she just used unconsciously.

But being able to make magical objects. That was a craft that had been mostly lost long, long ago. Way before the insect wars. Back during the golden ages when furries traveled the world freely, and magic was plentiful and powerful. The dragons made this their capital city during those times, and carved countless passageways and homes. Some tunnels were small, connecting various rooms. Others were larger, like underground streets. Some were massive.. spiraling highways that circled around and around, with gleaming metal rails that wagons were pilled on at high speed by horses and sometimes teams of slaves. Pipes had been formed as well, with the ability to move water straight up and pump it where it was needed, all hidden in the stone. And all of it working after all this time. A thousand years perhaps. Part of that was the dragons abilities with magic themselves. They could see it, sense it... and knew more about it than anyone except perhaps some Elf clans. They couldn't make new pipes or stoves or cold rooms, but could keep them working when they rarely suffered damage. Nobody knew how long they would continue to work, but her Master said most that studied it felt that they would continue functioning as long as they were given energy to work with.

The sizzle brought her attention back to the task and she used a two-pronged fork to flip the steak over to the other side. She winced at her first few tries. Once the smell of cooking flesh drove her out, and only the smoke that started coming out of the kitchen made her go back in. Master was NOT happy! She shivered, remembering her fear at what he might do to her. He had never hit her... but he was BIG and could easily kill her if he wanted too. She still didn't know what to think of the big purple and silver dragon she called Master. He was nice in so many ways, caring for her while she had been recovering from her near-fatal brush with that magic-eating spider. Taking his time introducing her to her new role as a slave. He had started to talk to her about magic, and seemed genuinely interested in helping her learn. But in other ways he was not nice at all. Simply the fact that he felt it was perfectly acceptable to enslave others was hard to accept. Let alone the fact that he considered HER his property! He never pretended otherwise. When he gave her an order, it was just that... and order. Not a suggestion. She glanced down at the apron she wore to keep grease splatters out of her fur. Other than the gleaming red and gold collar and magical bondage she wore, it was her only clothing. He kept her naked, looking at, and touching her whenever he pleased.

She frowned in distaste. And making her touch HIM too. She was ALMOST used to his touch now... some of it felt good, like the backrubs and massages... but when he touched her breasts or sex... she didn't like that at all! Worse was the now daily, and sometimes twice daily, 'hand-jobs' as he called it that she was forced to give him. It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't make her lick her fingers clean after each one. The taste was, well, it wasn't BAD... like the meat cooking in front of her. It was just strange and smelled so STRONGLY of sex. And that was one subject she simply had never been interested in.

She stabbed at the meat and slid it onto a plate that would be worth a fortune in the furry lands, but here it was just a plate. She used a sharp knife to cut it into strips, then regarded the knife thoughtfully. She knew she could never kill another thinking being. It just wasn't in her. Could she threaten him with it? Make him let her go? No, she thought. Even with a sword, or her un-capped horn she would be no match for him. She set the knife down, resigned to her fate. For better or worse, this was to be her home now. She knew that from the first moment she saw the vast expanse of the dragon capital. Picking up the plate, she took a deep breath and walked out of the kitchen and into the small hallway that joined main of the rooms of the lair together. She paused at the doorway to the study and spoke, "Master... may I enter?" Just like dogs and wolves used body language to indicate friend or foe, lifting or wagging their tails, dragons did much the same with asking permission to enter, kneeling, crawling. She was slowly learning to read, and use their body language. That was an easier way to think of it than she was learning how to behave as a proper slave.

"Mmmm... come, slave. It smells good... this time." said the large purple dragon seated at his desk.

Elyon didn't even wince at the word slave. Sometimes he called her by her name, or girl or mare or pet or in this case, slave. What they all meant she was not sure of yet, nor why he used one or the other. He didn't seem to notice. Her hooves made hardly any sound as she walked across the rich carpet to his desk and began to set the plate down on it.

Talos lifted a hand, blocking it, "Not on the desk, I have important work here."

Elyon paused looking around for a small table to use as a serving tray. He had been in his bedroom or living room all the previous times she had served him. "Shall I go fetch a table for you Master?" It had been days since she had slipped up by not calling him Master when speaking. Dragons got very cranky over little things like that. Again... just like a dog would if you acted aggressive, or a cat if you stared at it.

Talos mmmmed, "No, that will not be necessary. Kneel beside me and hold it."

Holding back a comment she simply nodded and got carefully down to one, then both knees and held the plate up. Talos was a big dragon, much taller than her and she had to hold her arms up over her head to put the plate at a good position for him. She hoped he would not keep her like this for long. She was mostly recovered now, but still got weak from time to time.

Talos finished drawing the design he had been sketching before leaning back in his chair. He speared a strip of meat with a talon and popped into into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "Mmm... acceptable. Slightly more cooked on one side than I prefer, but at least this one was not set on fire." He laughed and took another slice.

Elyon's arms trembled a little at the sound of the dragon chewing on the cooked flesh. She flinched at the criticism, but relaxed again when he laughed. In no time as all he was finished and he said, "Lick the plate clean and set it aside, my shoulders are getting a bit cramped from sitting here all morning."

Elyon's cream colored complexion nearly turned green. "Lll... lick it...?" she stammered.

Talos looked down, unable to see the unicorns face with the plate in the way. He leaned over to reprimand her for not using his title, and saw the look of disgust on her face. "Oh! I had forgotten. You don't eat meat, do you?"

Elyon shook her head in a strong negative, "No!" Seeing the frown deepen on the purple dragons muzzle she quickly remembered and added, "Master!"

Talos regarded the unicorn for a moment, then sat back, satisfied at her show of submission. Dragons were expected to obey orders, and slaves even more so. But no matter how much a dragon desired to serve, or how strongly dominated a slave... there were always orders they would struggle with. No dragon expected a slave to happily leap to their death on command, although in some cases they could be trained to such a degree. But that left them broken and little more than mindless wrecks, hardly able to perform more than the most basic of tasks. What a waste. Luckily most dragons didn't damage their property to that degree. He was confident that if he pressed the issue he COULD make her lick up the greasy plate, but in the long run it would be counterproductive. He recalled one of his mentors discussing the issue. He had said you could pound a screw in with a hammer, but just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. He said, "Fine, set it aside over there, but careful not to step on it or spill it. I'll require a massage later. For now, just practice meditating quietly."

Sighing with relief at the calm gaze of the dragon, Elyon shuffled off to the side and set the plate down carefully. She did not know how expensive this carpet must be, but certainly didn't want to make a mess on it, especially after annoying it's owner. 'Don't anger the mama bear' she thought to herself. 'Don't stare at lion in the eyes' was another rule she had learned. 'Never say NO to a dragon' was just another rule to keep in mind when dealing with dangerous animals.

Talos watched the unicorn set the plate down and sighed himself, but wistfully. She looked SO good in her magical bondage. The gold and red not only allowed the matching ring on his finger to filter out her magical abilities, but looked damn good on her. He wished he could have met the long, LONG dead mage that had designed them. He had the entire set here, even though he only had her wearing a few bits of them. It had been designed to fit a unicorn, and had various attachments and bits in sizes to fit a small filly like Elyon, or a big unicorn stallion. The collar and horn cover were the keys to the bondage. Together they could 'mark' any magic leaving her, allowing it to be blocked or absorbed by appropriately marked items. He wore a ring that protected him, and his lair was marked with runes that kept her from reaching out beyond it. The matching wrist and ankle cuffs served merely as decorations for the moment, as did the bra and panties... more hints of clothing than anything. They didn't cover her nipples or sex, but did accent them wonderfully. He mrrrred at her body... he would be claiming it soon. She was recovered physically from her ordeal and mentally was ready to seriously begin her training. Both magical and sexual.

Elyon nodded and made herself comfortable. She wished he would give her a book to look at, but instead relaxed and closed her eyes. He said she needed to learn to relax her mind and body, but sometimes thought he just wanted her to sit and be quiet so HE could study. She didn't mind too much... she had loved to just sit in secluded meadows and watch the clouds. None of that here insides, but it was still peaceful. She rested... eyes closed.. drifting as the time slowly passed.

A soft chime sounded and both dragon and unicorn looked up, coming back from their respective mental places. Talos cocked his head and stood, casually taking Elyon's horn in his hand and pulling her along on her hands and knees beside him. He left his study and entered the smaller common room that also served as the entryway to his small but cozy lair. He stopped and gave her a shove on her horn to make the unicorn sit back on her knees.

Elyon shuffled along as best she could, not liking being dragged around, but tolerating it. She had noticed that when Talos was distracted his mannerisms became much more focused. To him, saying "Come follow me" was something one might say when they were trying to be nice, but a grab and a tug was simpler and required little thought. She erked quietly at the shove, her butt thudding down onto her hooves as she was made to kneel, then her head forced down and a bit to the side, looking away from the door.

Talos said, "Slaves are normally made to bow their heads to show respect, but your horn makes that a threatening gesture. Bow it, but keep your horn to the side, do not point it at my guest. DO not speak unless spoken to, and be polite." Finished with his speech he walked to the door and cranked a wheel to one side, unlocking the heavy bolts that kept it secured. The security of the door was like everything in the dragon capital, over engineered to an almost comical degree. But it had served the dragons well, and the city had never been taken. He pulled open the door and gave a quick bow to the topaz colored dragoness waiting at it. "Commander" he said respectfully. "Take a ring and come in." The ring had the same design and markings as Elyon's collar and other magical bondage. It shielded the wearer from her magic, which was otherwise contained within the walls of the lair.

Elyon bit her lip nervously. She had not met any other dragons since she came to Talos' lair. The ones she had seen before she had only caught glimpses of as she came in and out of consciousness. Trying not to look directly at it, she did her best to catch details. It was a pale blue color with little spots and dots of darker color covering her body. Metal shined and gleamed, not jewelry but armor. She was no warrior but even she could tell the difference between functional and decorative. It was there for looks, not protection. The dragon, no, dragoness... she had breasts, took the offered ring and slipped it on, then stepped in and yanked on a chain to pull another furry in behind her. Elyon saw the poor thing stumble, half dragged. His hands were bound behind his back, forcing him to shuffle on his knees, or as she just saw, be dragged on them. He was as naked as she was, more even as he had no magical bondage or jewelry, just a plain steel collar. She gave him a look of sympathy and nearly let out a yell as she sad his lips. There was blood on them, and they were sewn shut. At first she thought she must be mistaken, but there was no mistaking it when the wolf was dragged almost right in front of her. She shuddered, how horrible!

Talos eyed the slave with a grimace, "That's... a new look for him."

Hahnel gave a snort, "He spoke without permission. He is lucky I didn't cut out his tongue."

Talos said, "Indeed he is. How do you intend to feed him?"

The dragoness shrugged, "Not my problem. When I have decided he has learned his lesson I'll pull the stitches out. If he dies of hunger first, that will be his fault for not learning quickly enough."

Talos hrrrmed and nodded. Hahnel was rough with her slaves. Fatalities were not uncommon with her, and only her high status allowed her a big enough allotment to keep it from becoming a problem for her. Even so, he suspected that if she continued killing perfectly good servants, the slave guild would eventually stop selling to her. At least quality slaves. He shrugged. As she said, it was not his problem what trouble she got in.

Hahnel said, "Enough pleasantries. I've come to look over this new talent of yours. How soon can she be used in offensive action?"

Talos coughed, "She is still recovering from her injuries, and her talents are as of yet, still undiscovered. She has power, but how it will manifest I can not yet say."

The dragoness leaned down to grab Elyon's chin, tilting her head up and looking into her eyes.

Elyon scrunched back and whimpered at the tough grip on her chin, her eyes going to Talos with a pleading look.

Hahnel snarled softly, "Don't you pull away, little bitch. She looks weak... she will need to be trained how to handle herself. I have just the dragon in mind." She yanked on Elyon's chin again at another tug from the small unicorn. "I said stay STILL..."

Talos put a hand on Hahnel's wrist, "Leave her be... she is still learning her place and can't help but cringe at the sight of a strong dragon like yourself."

Hahnel turned her head slowly to look at the purple dragon, then hissed. "It is not your PLACE to command me, mage. I will inspect her as I see fit... unless you wish to challenge my position and authority over you."

Talos did not remove his hand and calmly said, "Of course I do not challenge your position. It is not MY authority at work here. The mage council has put me in charge of her training and well being, with the consent of the military council. I am there hand in this matter, and if you wish to challenge that, it must happen at the council level. Do you challenge THEIR authority?"

Hahnel snorted and shook her head, "Of course not." She eyed the unicorn with distaste and let go of her chin. "I'll bring it up when I report to them next. Perhaps joint custody would be best for her."

Talos said, "That will also not happen. She has been given into my care, and is my personal property. You may of course, involve the slave guild in this matter, and convince them to pull her from my household."

Hahnel snorted again. Both dragons knew how unlikely that would be, even if she was not on bad terms with them. She stood and regarded, staring at him until he looked down and away from her gaze. Fine, if her own superiors thought he was best to deal with this thing, so be it. "You are as stubborn as always, mage."

Talos simply nodded to the topaz dragoness. He respected her abilities. She had moved swiftly through the ranks, showing a surprising and always accurate assessment of the insect threat and how best to counter their moves. She could be pleasant to deal with, as long as you were close enough to her rank and were not discussing business. She had a deep dislike for those too far under her, as could be seen by her treatment of her own, and other slaves.

Hahnel pointed at her slave, "Make her demonstrate on my slave here. DO something to him, or make him do something. Her powers are mental, are they not?"

Talos said, "From what I can tell, they are. But her magic was drained nearly to the point of death and is still recovering. I'm afraid she has nothing to show, as of yet."

Hahnel said, "I see. Well then, when she is no longer useless make sure to send word to me personally so she can demonstrate her abilities. I don't want to have to wait for the report to filter down from the council."

Talos let out a chuckle, "Still looking to take a seat with them, are you?"

Hahnel smirked, "Of course. I do have much more to offer than my current position allows." She looked him over, "As do you."

That was true. There were promotions available to him if he wished, but he knew there would not be much above those, and he enjoyed his work and was very good at it. He was useful where he was, and had everything he needed. He suspected that Hahnel would never make it to the council level. She would rise further of course, but she simply did not have the wide skill set it took to function at that level. He wondered if she would be disappointed when she hit her ceiling. For some dragons the rise to find one's place was a thrill they did not like to give up. They did of course. No dragon wanted to be put into a place where they did a bad job. Not unless they were insane!

Hahnel licked her lips, pondering a quick fuck before leaving. Talos was quite a looker, with those silver stripes of his. Another time. "I have other business to attend. Keep me informed." She pulled off the ring and tossed it back to him as she stepped over the threshold.

Talos said, "As you wish, Commander."

Elyon watched the poor wolf get dragged off and sighed in relief as the door closed behind them. She was glad for her to be gone, but felt bad for the poor wolf. She had heard stories about what dragons did to their slaves, but Talos seemed so, well, not nice... how nice can someone be when they make you their slave! But... tolerable? Was that the word? Nice? No.. but... not mean or cruel. Another tug on her horn got her moving again, following Talos back to his den and settling down on the floor by his couch.

Talos sat down with a hrmph, sprawling on the couch and relaxing, not wanting to go back to his studies just yet. "I'm going to have to talk to the mage council and make sure they are aware of this. We can't have military dragons going around interfering with mage training. No, not at all."

Elyon was about to ask a question and then froze, recalling the lip-tied wold. He had spoken without permission. Was that another rule dragons had? She quivered in sudden worry... would she be punished for the times she already asked questions without permission? He never told her not to... was that a mistake on his part, or a test?

Talos heard Elyon's breathing increasing and looked over to her, wondering if she was suffering from a relapse of her wounds. He gave a start to see fear almost radiating off her. Her face was a deep red from the blood flowing to it, her body temperature up, muscles giving little twitches. He understood immediately, cursing himself for forgetting that she was new to dragons, not a slave that had already been trained like his other has been. "Do not fear.. she won't take you away" he said.

Elyon nodded, but didn't say anything. She had heard the argument and wasn't worried about being taken away, but wondered what rules and punishments she had yet to learn, or experience.

Talos frowned, not seeing even a slight sign of relief. "She won't hurt you, slave. What is is that has frightened you?"

Elyon carefully said, "I.. I have permission to speak, Master?"

Talos nodded, "Yes, yes... go on."

Elyon said, "Master... if I spoke out of turn before.. I am sorry. I didn't know it was a rule!"

Talos blinked as he finally made the connection. She wasn't worried about other dragons hurting her, she was worried about HIM. "Oh. The lips. No, Elyon... I would not do that to you."

Elyon looked up at the purple dragon in relief, "Really, Master?"

Talos saw the unicorn was still nervous, still scared. He patted the couch beside him, Come up here, pet."

Elyon shivered a bit but obeyed, still disturbed by what she had seen. She sat carefully down, then merped as the dragon wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her tight against his side. She squirmed for a moment, then relaxed when he just held her. He was trying to comfort her! She had to admit it DID feel nice to be held and hugged. She doubted that OTHER dragon did this with her slaves. She probably just hit them when they were afraid. She scowled and leaned into the warm side of her Master who was nothing at all like that other dragon. For a moment she was worried that she had just seen a side of her own dragon that had been hidden... but they were just different. Right? She asked softly, "You're not like her, are you Master?"

Talos let out a deep rumble as he pet the furry thing at his side. "No, we are nothing alike." This seemed to relax the unicorn and he smiled. He didn't like seeing slaves afraid when they had no reason to be. Elyon was adjusting nicely to her new place as his student and slave. She had nothing to fear.

Elyon sighed again in relief. She hoped she was being polite, not really sure what that meant to a dragon other than saying 'Master' and 'Yes Sir'. She said, "Master, Sir... why is she so mean? Are most dragons like her, or like.. you?"

Talos hmmmmed and said, "Not all are like her, no. Not to that extreme." He turned his head to look down at Elyon before continuing, "Why are we different? She is a warrior and I am a mage."

Elyon put on a puzzled expression, "Yes Master... but does that make her mean? Because she is a warrior?"

Talos nodded his head, "It does, yes."

Elyon was surprised. She had met unicorn warriors before, out on patrol and staying at her village at times. They were a little rough, maybe crude, but not mean. Why would what job you did make you mean or nice.

Talos explained, "We are at war, Elyon. A war that has gone one for generations. Most dragons are directly part of the war effort. Even mages like me direct our studies and training to military goals, not just pure knowledge like we might do in times of peace. We need strong, decisive dragons to lead us. We need warriors to go to their deaths and leaders to send them. From the day a dragon hatches, it is taught to be strong. To be hard. Mages, the various crafts, healers... we eventually take a separate path from the military clan. They continue to be trained and taught war. To be strong, to never back down. It makes them different."

Elyon nodded, thinking that made sense. Dragons from what she saw were driven by instinct much more than furries. They were not completely ruled by it, but it played a much stronger role than she was used to. So Talos was raised to be a scholar, and that other dragon was raised to kill and die. Even a furry would be changed by those experiences. But still! What that dragon did was beyond cruel. She said, "I'm glad you were not raised that way too... Master."

Talos smiled, "As am I." He patted her side, then stroked it, enjoying the feel of her soft fur. Now that she was calm he began to relax as well, sliding his hand down to her rump and giving it a squeeze.

Elyon's eyes widened as he grabbed her butt and she squirmed. She hoped he wasn't going to make her stroke him again. He didn't always let her shower after and she hated being all sticky! She twitched as he slid a finger under her jaw, tilting her head up, and then felt his mouth press against her. "Mrrrrrm?"

Talos kissed the unicorn gently. Dragons kissed more.. violently.. more of a jaw-grapple. But he understood the concept, and knew furries seemed to relax and enjoy it. Dragons did too, so it was not too hard to refrain from biting her.

Elyon looked into the predatory eyes of her dragon Master, feeling his lips against hers and tentatively, kissed back. She had never really made out before, but had seen others do it. It just didn't interest her, getting that close to someone. There was always something uncomfortable when she was too near others, even other unicorns. Not just their physical presence, but getting too close emotionally. It just never felt right, and she much preferred to be alone. Here she didn't have that choice, but somehow it wasn't as bad. She still wished she could push him away, but that was only because he was a big dragon trying to kiss her! She didn't actually MIND his company... not much anyway. She let her eyes half close, relaxing... parting her lips a bit. This actually wasn't all that bad...

Talos felt her lips part invitingly and slipped his tongue into her mouth, sliding it along the top of hers deeply.

Elyon's eyes opened wide and she squirmed, feeling the invading tongue in her mouth. The sensation was so strange, like nothing she had ever felt before. It wasn't an activity she would have chosen, but she WAS curious... and stuck her own tongue out to touch dragon teeth.

Talos mrrrrred. His lips curling back was the only outward sign of his instinctive desire to bite that tongue and claim it. Instead he probed her mouth, turning his head a bit to press his lips firmer to hers. He caressed her rear, squeezing and fondling.. his other hand moving to her breast, stroking the top that wasn't covered by the gold and red cups supporting the bottoms, then teasing the nipple with his fingertips.

Elyon let out a soft moan at the touches to her nipple. The gentle caresses sent a shiver down her spine, making her feel both good and uncomfortable. There was just something about being aroused that didn't sit well with her. Made her feel vulnerable... out of control of her own body, her own emotions. There wasn't any way to say NO to the stroking and touching tonight, or any night when a dragon was involved. One that considered you his slave. Motion caught her eye and she glanced down to see his large red member jutting up from between the folds of his robe. Sigh a sigh of resignation she reached out for it, and stopped as Master broke the kiss.

"No... not today, my pet."

Elyon phewed, glad to have escaped her most disliked chore. Or was it cooking icky meat? She wasn't sure now that she thought about it. Cooking meat was gross and disgusting, and touching him.. well not disgusting but when he got all that slime on her... that counted! Maybe he just wanted to kiss more? She could do a LITTLE more of that she supposed, but hoped it would be over soon. Especially the fondling which she did NOT approve of. Not at all!

"Kneel there..." said Talos as he sat up on the couch, spreading his legs and pointing to the floor between his feet.

Elyon nodded at the sudden command and slid down onto the floor as asked, wondering what he had in mind. She didn't like the view she had... the dragons crotch right in front of her face.

Talos said, "Now... time to begin teaching you how to give a proper blowjob. I like it when you start licking here..." He pointed to his heavy, firm balls.

Elyon made a face. Lick him? There? She looked at the twin orbs, a solid purple with none of the silver stripes like on his thighs. Those stripes almost seemed to be pointing at his orbs, much like his finger. Before she could even decide if she should protest or ask questions a hand wrapped around her horn and pulled her forward. Mmmmmlp! Her nose and mouth were suddenly pressed up against the pair of heavy balls, their scent and feel very different than the not-so-bad feel of his lips. She huffed at the smell... musky and clearly male.

Talos said, "Go on... lick them."

Elyon took a deep breath and braced her self, then stuck out her tongue and gave the flesh before her a quick lick, her tongue flicking out and back into the safety of her mouth.

Talos shook his head which a chuckle, "You furries are all alike. You NEVER seem to understand how to do this. It's always just a tongue tip, just a touch here or there. No... stick your tongue out, ALL the way out and lick upward, pulling it in as you go. Press hard."

Elyon curled her fingers in the fur of her thighs as she digested the directions, not liking them one bit. 'Just more animal language to learn' she thought to herself. Cats bumped their heads to say hello, dogs sniffed at... yuck! She hoped dragons didn't do THAT. She tried again, this time extending her tongue and making a little "ahhhhh" sound and gave a quick lick up one ball. It moved under her tongue, shifting and sliding away from the pressure of her lick. Weird!

Talos mrrred, "Better... do it again. Press harder... lick you are licking an apple or something you like... slurp at it. Don't be shy."

Easy for him to say! She WAS shy. She couldn't even IMAGINE telling someone to do these kinds of things, and it was only because she knew she had no choice at all that she could do it at all. She licked up and down, getting them wet and tasting his scent as much as smelling it now. His thick cock jutted up right in front of her as she lapped at his balls, twitching now and then, making ti impossible to pretend this was anything but what it was.

"Ahhhh... better still. Now... slide your tongue under one.. as far as it can go, and suck on it. Get one into your mouth. But careful of your teeth. No biting, understood?"

"Yes Master..." she said, her nose pressed to the dragons purple sac. She did as she was told, slipping her tongue under and lifting the orb with her broad tongue. It had a heft to it and she sucked, opening her mouth enough to get a testicle in. She squirmed and snorted as she felt the thing in her mouth, the skin soft and pliable but something firm inside. She held it there, looking up at him, waiting until he gave a nod, then spitting it out and pulling her head back. She licked her lips... her mouth and senses full of strange tastes and textures.

Talos said, "Sit up... high as you can get on your knees, and come closer."

Elyon did so, lifting her butt off her ankles and hooves, scooting forward until she was pressed between her Master's muscular thighs, his shaft now against her chest. She listened as she was told to grasp the shaft in her hands, reaching up to hold it, then feeling her muzzle tilted down until her lips pressed to the red tip. It looked so big up close. The tip wasn't QUITE a point.. but very close to it, like a wide, fat arrowhead, a small pucker at the top. She knew what came out of there and was not looking forward to where it might be going this time.

Talos shivered in pleasure... his balls ACHED with need... the need to release his seed into the delicate, soft creature before him. He wanted to grab that horn and ram her head down onto his cock.. shove it deep into her throat and fuck her until he came. If she were a dragoness he would do just that, but furries, as always, required a more.. subtle approach. He could do subtle.. he had plenty of experience with slaves. He said in a gentle voice, "Now open up and suck my cock, slave."

Elyon cringed at the crude order. It wasn't as if she was not expecting this, but she had hoped he would be a little more understanding. She had never done this before, and besides, she didn't WANT to! Reluctantly she opened her mouth and took the head of the large dragon member into her mouth. Mrrrrpppphph. She pressed down, holding it and sucked, just as she was told.

Talos grunted and hissed, feeling teeth come down on his sensitive shaft. "No biting!"

Elyon eeeped and opened her jaws again, not realising she had been holding it in her teeth. She tried again, pressing with her lips and sucking, making soft squeaking and whistling noises as she sucked in a bit of air. It was hard to press with just her lips and keep her teeth out of the way. She focused on the mechanical aspects of the process, trying to ignore just what she was actually putting in her mouth. The taste made it hard, and suddenly it began to LEAK and make it even harder to ignore the sexual aspects.

Talos rested a hand on the top of Elyon's head and said, "Lick too... back and forth and move your head up and down like this." He bobbed her head, pushing and pulling back up, gripping the back of her mane.

Elyon mrrrrrpmhed as she took a mouthful of dragon member, then nodded.. and continued to nod as she bobbed her head and moved her tongue.

Talos grunted and groaned as he looked at the unicorn lips wrapped around his shaft. He hisssssed as teeth scraped and admonished her, "Teeth, slave..."

Elyon whined, she was trying! Her jaw ached as she opened it even wider, but that pulled her lips apart more. She rested her hands on his thighs and gripped tightly as she worked.

Talos panted and moaned... he could not believe how good this felt. That wide, thick tongue... the soft velvety lips... and the sight of that golden horn moving, her cream colored face servicing his cock. The sight of the sexy unicorn bending to his will was too much to him and he let out an ahhhhhh. "S.... swallow it..." he managed to get out, and then he came. Hard!

Elyon wondered how she could swallow the massive thing, and then glukkkkked as a stream of hot, thick cum splattered into her muzzle. She felt is spraying against her tongue, like hot jelly and she went wide eyed in surprise. She tried to swallow but bit down at the attempt, getting a loud yell from her Master even as he bucked and hisssed in what was now a familiar sight. Having his cock in her mouth when he did was not familiar, and she gave up trying to swallow and just tried to hold it all in her mouth, unable to pull back with the hand on her head. It was too much for her and soon leaked and squirted out around her lips and down his cock. She snorted, breathing through her nose as he came and came, but finally slowed, and stopped! The fingers in her mane loosened and slid off and she pulled back, closing her mouth, her muzzle full of the sticky stuff. He had made her lick some of it off her hands before, but it was nowhere NEAR as much as this. Those times it had all gone onto her chest. Some did now, dribbling off her chin and onto her breasts.

Talos shuddered as his cock throbbed, partially from the orgasm, partially from the repeated bites. He sighed in pleasure, looking down at his pet, and almost laughed at her expression.. her cheeks bulged out, looking confused as to what to do next.. her face a mess of slimy cum. He rrrrred and said, "Swallow it before you spill more, pet..."

Elyon narrowed her eyes, figuring it would at least get it out of her mouth. It felt like she had sucked out the contents of an over ripe fruit, like a tomato.. that had been boiled. The stuff was hot, almost too hot. She crunched up her face, an gulped several times.. clearing her mouth before opening up and gasping. "Ahhhhugh."

The deep purple dragon smirked... there was nothing quite like making someone swallow a load of your cum to put them in their place. Making them drink piss was a stronger signal, but also a sign of disrespect. Piss was waste, where cum was life itself. Showing respect, if done right. He watched her bleah, enjoying the view of the sticky strands that stretched between her lips and teeth, and tongue as she did so. "Now... lick the rest of it up."

Elyon wrinkled her nose as she looked at his cock covered in the stuff, and his balls and some on his thighs and belly. She already took in a mouthful, there was not much point to being reluctant about the rest of it. The load sat warm and heavy in her belly as she leaned down to lick up the rest of the mess. It was hard to tell if she got it all... the white stuff was easy but the fluids looked like spit and she stopped when she felt she had gotten it all. She icked at the feel of it on her breast and muzzle. Sticky and wet. She did not like that at all! It was almost better to swallow it like he said than to get it all over like this. Maybe. Once more a hand wrapped around her horn and she prepared herself.. sometimes he made her stroke him twice, so she prepared herself to do it again, but he pulled her forward and up, not down, until she lay against his chest, his member pressing against her belly. She looked up at him with an unsure expression, then mmmmmmed in surprised as he kissed her.

Talos mrrrrmed at the warm feel of the unicorn laying over top of him, her soft muzzle against his lips, even the scent of his cum on her face and lips, marking her as HIS. HIS! He mrrrrmed, "Good girl..." and kissed her wetly.

Elyon squirmed a bit, both the cock pressed to her stomach and the messy cum on her face and chest. She liked being clean, but submitted to the dragons affections, kissing him back and allowing him to cuddle her. She was surprised at how used to this she was getting. If some stallion had done this to her she would have run him through with her horn! She would have been pissed and angry and hurt beyond belief. Why was it so... different with a dragon? She was unhappy about the whole thing, but shouldn't she be fighting him? Hitting him for what he just did to her? Not kissing him! She mrrmed as he tongue slipped again into her mouth. He just violated her. Molested her. Again! It almost felt... not right.. not anything near right but... but what? It confused her, not being as angry as she should be.

She thought of all the other unicorns she knew.. what she would do if THEY had made her do things to them like that. She would never talk to them again, that was for sure. But she never talked to them anyway.. never touched them, held hands.. spent time with them. She did all of that with Talos. Talked to him. She never had friends before.. never had anyone she was close to, not even her parents who she moved out from under the second she was able. It startled her to discover that she was closer to a DRAGON than she had ever been with any unicorn. Was that why she was so accepting of the things he expected of her? If this was what being friends was like, no wonder she never wanted it before! It took time, but she eventually relaxed again.. the soft kissing a pleasant distraction, and being held was not so bad either.

Talosstroked Elyon, then broke the kiss and licked her nose. "Not bad for your first try, but you seem to have a problem with teeth." He grinned, showing his own formidable teeth, "But I have just the training tool for THAT..."

Elyon squirmed, not liking the look he was giving her, and wondering just what kind of 'tool' he had in mind. She suspected that she was going to find out...