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The office was warm, but it was always warm. Allyan loved to have then place warm enough that he didn't even feel a hint of the chill that normally pervaded the Academy. It was also warm with desire as he felt the furred form beneath him and the slight tremble that ran along the curve of the spine. The soft breath came out against the desk as he kept his hips pushed up tight against the curved ass. He could feel the smooth eager passage clutching and flexing around him, but he kept still so as not to distract him. He wanted Lyon to realize the error he had made in forgetting to listen to the lesson and instead letting himself become distracted.

Hart's Horn was an herb that was rarely used, though it was common enough to find lying about. The only times it was used was mostly by hedge witches and wise women who were approached to make love potions or fertility potion. It was even found in a few old text books for those who wanted to increase their potency. It was one of the dangerous herbs in that it did work. It increased blood flow and forced a body into an extended state of arousal, but it was also very dangerous when mixed wrong or dosed wrong. And it was almost always mixed wrong when it was tossed together into a potion which was why it was lectured as being so dangerous.

It forced the body to become sensitive and aroused. It wasn't just centered in the loins, but all over. The sensations wouldn't stop with an orgasm or even two, but would continue until the herb ran out. It wouldn't give relief, it wouldn't give any sort of mercy. It had made some males go mad with desire and need, sometimes they never came out of it the same, sometimes they would be forever wracked with phantoms of that horrible desire and trapped in it. Hart's Horn was always treated as just as dangerous as poison because of the side effects. Now he had forced a dose down his Apprentice's throat while he was already worked up.

The dragon moved his hand down and ran his claws along the stomach as he felt Lyon jerk forward and let out a startled sound. His touch swirled in circles as the wolf squirmed for a moment and the walls clamped down along the ridges of his cock making him hiss out softly. He had faith in his apprentice. He had taught him well and not just about magic. He had taught him about control and he had taught him out to withstand temptation. He had long believed that youngsters should be given a trial to prove their worth as they started to step away from beneath a teacher's wing. Of any person Allyan had seen in all his years as a teacher, he had never met one

"Wh-what's happening." The wolf's voice came out strained and thick. The pale hips trembled and gave a push back before freezing again.

"Your trial by fire, my dear apprentice."

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Lyon gripped the edges of the smooth desk until he was afraid that his blunt claws were going to tear along the wood and leave marks. It was hard to hold still, but the weight along the line of his back helped keep him in place as he tasted the wet herbs clinging to his tongue. The slightly mint flavor was fading and left the gritty leaves there. He didn't know what it was supposed to do, he didn't even know what it was flavored with! The paranoia helped keep the edge of wild desire back, but it didn't make it go away entirely. He could feel the ridged shaft plunged deep inside of him while the scaled hips were pulled in close against his furred ones.

The moments ticked by as his fear grew. He couldn't remember what had been said earlier or what the herb was supposed to do. Even his attempts to remember what Allyan had gone over distracted him. It wasn't until he felt the heat starting to run through him that he realized that it didn't matter what the dragon had given him and that he didn't know what it was. He was going to find out. He felt as if a fever were rapidly building to the point that his tongue lolled out with short sharp pants. He clamped his walls down tightly around his Allyan's shaft so that the ridges tugged and pulled along his prostate so that his shaft pulsed along his belly.

"Wh-what's happening?" He whimpered as he felt his entire form shuddering. His stomach cramped slightly as the heat started to trail right along the dark red shaft.

"Your trial by fire, my dear apprentice." The words were hissed into his ear as the paw on his stomach moved down to wrap right around the tip of his cock.

The pale wolf gaped his jaws open and let out a higher pitched call as the fingers trailed just beneath the tapered tip and ran downwards. The hold made him thrust forward roughly so that the desk shuddered beneath him. The fever spread until it made his loins almost ache as even the feel of the wood beneath his balls applied their own sort of pleasure. His claws ran pale marks right along the rich grain of the wood and he thrust forward again. The draconic cock pulled through his passage as precum dribbled out of the tip and the weight shifted along his back. One of the golden paws moved down to grip the curve of his ass and Allyan started to pull backwards.

The ridges popped out with wet lewd noises as he yelped and his walls quivered and suckled around the black length. He arched his back up and gave a short shallow thrust forward while the fingers moved down to wrap right around his base. The knot felt enflamed and the pressure nearly set him off as it started to swell and push his sheath down a bit further towards his balls. His master let out a hiss before the hips jerked back and the tip popped free trailing a strand of precum along the curve of his ass. He squirmed and his walls continued to clench down around nothing before lifting his head up higher.

The fingers wrapped around his base and started to slowly pump back and forth. The movements were slow and firm so that they tugged against the knot before lingering right around the tip. Precum splattered out against the table and his chest as Lyon pinned his ears back and started to hump against the touch. Another hand moved down to grip his balls and it nearly set him off as he jerked his tail up high in the air and swallowed the desire to howl. To his horrified embarrassment he could feel drool spilling from his tongue onto the desk, but that didn't seem to matter at the moment. What did matter was driving himself into the hand blindly and the push back against the fingers that rolled and kneaded against the swollen state of his balls. He wanted more!

"So eager." The drake murmured and the fingers slipped way from his achingly swollen cock. He nearly felt on the edge, so that when they left he cried out a protest. He pulsed against his belly while he tried to rock his hips against the table. "Off the desk, Apprentice."

Lyon blinked at him and slowly pushed himself onto his paws. He glanced down at his shaft and tried not to squirm as he saw the swollen state of his knot. But orgasm didn't come, he could feel the tension along his entire body as he stared blindly at Allyan. He couldn't think, he couldn't do anything, all he could do was stare at the drake, or more accurately, at the cock that was hard and glistening along his golden belly. Why couldn't he think? He struggled to figure out why he couldn't think, but it was lost in a rush of heat and need as his knot pulsed and felt achingly large against his belly. It had never grown so swollen without orgasming before.

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Allyan watched the glassy eyed wolf as he suppressed his own need and desire. It was hard to keep his own control, especially with the way that he was almost squirming in place. The dragon walked by him and moved his hand down to trail right along the swollen tapered length. A thick trail of precum clung to his fingers as he moved by and Lyon's hips gave a shuddering buck forward while his eyes followed his master. The Hart's Horn obviously was working well, but that the pleasure of his apprentice being locked in that helpless lust wasn't the only reason he was doing this. It would train his mind to remember. It would train his mind to remember and learn no matter how fogged over it was with drugs, desire or anything else he might come along.

The dragon moved to the set of shelves set along one wall before he moved to pick up six different small glass bowls before filling each one with a small crumbled bit of herb. They all were similar appearing, but he had chosen them for that reason entirely. Lyon watched him, but he wasn't still. The boys hips were shifting subtly and the long pink tongue lolled out from his pale white muzzle. His breathing was rough as he seemed to be entirely lost in his own drug induced desire. He was impressed, very impressed that the young wolf hadn't lost all control as many males had in the past. Instead he just continued to watch as Allyan placed each of the bowls down on the ground.

"On all fours, boy." He rumbled and gave the white ass a clap with his paws. "You're going to learn what I tried to teach you one way or another. There's no reason for you to think that you can get away with such behavior"

"M-Master?" The wolf's voice broke slightly as he stumbled forward, but he didn't resist as he went to his knees and then bent over.

The drake moved his paw down to trail along the line of the spine and looked at the glistening pink pucker that was hidden beneath the tail. It was glossy with precum and flexed slightly as he watched it. He wasn't going to be able to tell the difference between the various herbs without paying attention. Allyan wouldn't just make him study them closely, he would distract him with both the Hart's Horn that was coursing through his body and physical touch. It was just a matter of if Lyon would be able to concentrate past what was happening to him to identify as best he could or if he would let himself get lost in the heat of passion.

Allyan's lips twitched slightly as he placed the six bowls down in front of the trembling form. The lupine's eyes were fixed on him, but slightly glassy as if he were unable to quite focus on anything beyond his own desires. He didn't even glance down to see what was in the shallow bowls. It was as if the bowls didn't exist. The drake had to concentrate himself to make sure he knew the order that he placed the bowls down on the ground. It wouldn't do for him to get them mixed up, not if he wanted to make it a fair trial. For a trial it was, he wasn't simply doing this to take advantage of the wolf. Though, that was an attractive side effect. He wanted to see if the wolf passed or failed the test. Either way, the drake won.

If the wolf could think past the drug and sex to make his guesses it was proof that he would be able to push past anything and everything. Such an apprentice would have no limit to what he could learn and what he could push through. Sex was a gentler distraction then pain, but a distraction all the same. If he could think past the pounding of his heart beat and the lust he could likely do the same if he was in pain. That would mean that even in cases of war or duress he would be able to work a spell with a clear enough mind to not make mistakes. And if he didn't...

Allyan's tongue flicked out to lick his scaled lips. He moved his hands downwards to run along either side of the curved white hips. His paws flexed down so that his talons dug into the fur firmly and heard Lyon's breathy whimper. If the wolf couldn't push past this distraction, then his education could be dismissed. If he was so fogged over with desire and lust, then Allyan already had plans to keep him as a pet. He would, of course, allow the outside world to assume that Lyon was still his apprentice, but he would be little more than a trained servant behind the scenes. He won, either which way he would win a prize worth far more than the wolf who had first stepped into his office.

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Lyon couldn't think of anything except his aching erection. His cock pulsed in time with his hammering heart and it felt so sensitive that he was shocked he hadn't cum half a dozen times already. His knot was so swollen that it almost hurt and it took every bit of his training not to move his paw down to wrap around the turgid length and start to paw off. It didn't matter that he had spent the other night doing little else but pawing himself off and enjoying his freedom. Right now it felt as if he had gone months without relief. It felt as if he were going to go mad if he didn't get to touch himself and reach an orgasm. And in the middle of it was Allyan who seemed to act as if there was nothing out of the ordinary as he set down small bowls onto the floor.

"Now...pay attention.." Lyon forced his gaze to look up at the gold scaled drake who moved into a crouch behind him. "You're going to identify what I've placed before you. Because you didn't pay attention earlier I've even been generous and allowed them to be herbs you should recognize."

"Th-thank you, master." Lyon's words sounded thick in his own ears.

"You are going to do everything in your power to name each and every one. No matter what happens, no matter how distracted you are, no matter how you feel, you must not forget what you are doing." Allyan's voice was sharp, but it had already started to lose it's meaning as he felt something tapered and hard slipping upwards along the underside of his tail. "You have no discipline to listen to what I tried to teach you earlier, so you will learn it here. If you succeed, I will reward you beyond your wildest dreams. If you fail..."

The drake let the word's trail off with the implied threat. It was a threat that Lyon didn't care about, not when he felt the tip pushing right up against his sensitive pucker. It wasn't a sharp thrust, but a slow pressure that spread him open steadily. His walls clamped down tightly in reaction as he whined under his breath. Just that touch sent a hot spray of precum splattering along the underside of his chest and stomach. His knot pulsed in reaction, but it wasn't giving him any sort of relief. It only made him more aware of the manic desire that was keeping him on edge. He spread his legs open wider as the ridged inches started to slip in deeper. He couldn't think about anything but the flesh that edged ever deeper. The tip drooled out slippery washes of precum that oozed out into his passage before being forced outwards.

"APPRENTICE!" The voice cracked out and jerked Lyon out of his daze and made him lift his head up sharply. "Your duty!"

The wolf splayed his ears and recalled himself to something other than the delicious press of the cock inside of him. He couldn't even muster up the presence of mind to feel horrified that he didn't care about what was happening to his body. He tried to feel embarrassed, outraged and angry, but all he felt was a desperate desire to feel himself able to be pushed over the edge. It took every ounce of his self discipline to look down at the bowls and lower his head towards the first one. They all looked exactly alike. Green and ground up into a fine powder. His nose hovered over the first dish when Allyan thrust forward with a sharp powerful buck.

His hips jerked up higher in the air as his muzzle was shoved down and pushed a furrow through the herb. The powdered plant coated his nose and damp muzzle as his walls clamped down tightly around the draconic cock. The ridges scrubbed right over the sensitive spot inside of him in a sweet torturous rush of pleasure that made his cock pulse and flex beneath him. His balls felt so heavy that it nearly sent stabs of pain through his loins, but no relief came. The only distraction he had was the sharp evergreen scent that powdered his nose. What was it? What was it?! He groped towards the answer through the haze that filled his mind.

"Well?" Allyan's voice growled behind him as the hips pulled back and the ridges popped out with lewd wet noises.

"I...unngh.." Lyon's voice gave way to a groan as his master drove himself forward again forcing his hips up. "Nightleaf!"

"Next!" Allyan's hips drew back again and his walls were tortured through another stimulating stroke. The wolf didn't even know if he got it right or wrong, he didn't know anything except struggling to keep what little composure he had left.

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Allyan kept one eye on his apprentice, but most of his attention was taken up with the incredible tightness that made him use force to hilt with each stroke. Over time Lyon had grown used to his intrusions, but with the Hart's Horn his body seemed to clutch and spasm around him so he had to fight for each inch. His tip leaked out precum steadily to coat around the ebony length as he heard the stammering wolf finally call out the answer to the first bowl. The drake wasn't going to give him any indication if he was right or wrong. That would wait. He needed to keep his attention focused or he'd lose control entirely and fail the test.

The wolf's muzzle went to the next bowl, but he didn't answer right away. Instead the voice turned into a series of high pitched whimpered and cries as his hips were pushed up over and over. The drake spread his wings out to either side of his body to balance himself as he yanked backwards until his tapered tip nearly popped free before bucking forward again. The way the walls suckled oh so greedily around him made it hard for him to keep a wary eye on the boy. But eventually the young voice called out the answer, but it was in a hoarse voice that was barely intelligible from the growl of pleasure that escaped him.

When the drake pushed up and hilted inside of the passage the walls squeezed down harder and he could feel the balls against his inner thighs. They were hard and drawn up tight along the inside of the legs. He moved his hand down until his fingers stroked right along the furred orbs. The moment he touched them the wolf arched his back and his apprentice writhed and twisted beneath him. But still he turned his head blindly to the right searching out the third bowl. Allyan trailed his fingers along the tight swollen orbs and ran his thumb just behind them as he moved his hips in sharp hard thrusts that constantly ran his ridges over the boys prostate. Each pulling drag back made the muscles ripple deliciously about him. Still, Lyon called out the third bowl and almost franticly went to the fourth.

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Lyon could barely think, but he forced his mind to work as he found his nose pushed into the fourth bowl. His tongue flicked out to scoop up some of the bitter herb to try and identify it by taste. It sent a tremor down his spine as the bitterness turned to a burning taste, but it cleared his head somewhat. And his head badly needed cleared as he was ravaged and his body teased. The fingers that gripped his sore balls nearly made him beg and forget everything he was supposed to do. The grip wasn't hard, but it was just firm enough to make him aware of the fact that he was desperate for relief. He lolled his tongue out from his muzzle and started to hump against the air in time with the hips that slammed against him.

"C-catspaw.." He gulped the words and then let out a higher pitched whine when the fingers massaged just behind his balls.

The wolf's ears went back against his head as he felt syrupy drops of precum spilling off of his tip to fall in strands towards the ground. His belly fur felt damp from the amount, but nothing mattered more then the ridges that continued to assault his body. He clenched and squeezed around the girth while his legs trembled. He turned to the fifth bowl blindly and knocked it over with the bumping of his muzzle. His breathing sounded hoarse in his own ears as he tried to figure out the herb. The scent was earthy, almost like moss, not at all like the rest of them.

It took him several times to gasp out the name that came to mind. He didn't know if it was right, he didn't know if it was wrong. What he did know was that he felt half mad with the need for relief. His body was tensing up as he felt the ridges starting to grow sharply defined as they pulled in and out. The wet noises that continued to assault his ears were another distraction as he tried to push his muzzle into the sixth bowl. His nose rubbed against the edge of the bowl lightly before Allyan drove forward and forced his muzzle into the green mixture. The scent assaulted him and made him jerk his head back. It wasn't something that offended his senses, but it was familiar.

"H-Hart's Horn!" He called out, his voice cracking as the hips hilted up against him again.

It hurt to not come to his peak, he didn't care if he got them right or wrong. He didn't care about anything but an end to the need that was raging inside of him. He whined out helplessly and rocked his hips forward to hump the air. He felt like a mindless animal that couldn't do anything but think about the need to cum. It was horrifying and embarrassing, but he couldn't even contemplate being ashamed at the moment. He would have done nearly anything for what he wanted. The drake, thankfully, was merciful as the hand that had been teasing his balls moved forward.

The scaled paw wrapped right around his knot and gave it a gentle squeeze. The pressure locked right around the very base and pulled forward over the bulb and upwards towards his pulsing glans. The wolf locked up as his stomach started to clench up as the tugging reached his tip and then pulled back. It spread down to his knot as Lyon jerked his head back and spread his maw open wide. His tongue curled up slightly as he let out a near scream as his balls heaved up tight between his legs. He nearly felt as if he were blacking out as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock pulsed and sent out a thick pearly rope of cum erupting out of his tip and was rapidly followed by another. His haunches quivered all the way to his tail base as he gave another jerking thrust forward.

Each thick drop of cum that erupted from him sent another tremor along his spine as he let out a series of short hard cries. They weren't even close to normal, they were low and animalistic, almost grunts instead of whines. The drake shuddered and pushed in deep inside of his clutching passage. Lyon didn't even realize what was going on, barely felt the teeth gripping against the back of his neck as a low rumbling growl came from behind him. The swollen tip of the draconic cock pulsed inside of him before the heat flooded his bowels.

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Allyan felt the orgasm building inside of the wolf as the walls clenched down tightly around his cock and made it almost painful to pull back against the pressure. He kept his hand gripping around the pulsing slickened cock. He could feel the spread of the knot that forced his fingers apart as he spread the precum along the turgid flesh. It didn't take much to send the boy over the edge, but what was surprising was the force of the orgasm. The white body trembled beneath him and gave short jerks back and forth as the hot seed splattered down against the ground. The drake could feel the balls twitching against the curve of his inside thighs and loins.

He arched his hips back and then pushed forward in a final thrust as the wolf let out a series of noises of pleasure. The drake leaned over the curve of the back as he pressed his lips against the back of the wolf's neck. He felt a wave of triumph as he watched the slack expression of Lyon's face. His jaws found the scruff of the snowy white neck and flexed tightly against the hide. His stomach tensed up before he let himself go over the edge. The ridges swelled out to lock inside the smooth clutching passage as he sent out the first hot rush of seed spilling out into his apprentice.

His tail jerked up behind him while his wings spread to either side of the shaking form beneath him. Allyan felt the walls suckling and squeezing around him to pull his seed in deeper and deeper while he gave a slow push of his hips forward. The movement made Lyon whimper out and the wolf's chest pressed down against the ground leaving his ass pushed higher in the air. The absolute pose of submission seemingly unconscious as he tried to recover. One of the boys eyes cracked open and looked glazed and insensible. But even insensible and lost in the midst of the potent drug the wolf had managed to work past the test. He had succeeded.

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Lyon flattened his ears against his head and kept his chest and head down against the ground. He didn't even try to push up as he felt the teeth leave the nape of his neck and the hands move down to clutch against either side of his hip. The fingers massaged lightly while he continued to shiver in the aftermath of his orgasm. It wasn't only the orgasm, though, he still felt as if he might be able to again. That edge of need just barely pushed aside while he moved his arms beneath him to lay flat against the ground. He'd never felt so out of control of himself, never felt so in control of his Master. Allyan seemed to utterly and completely dominate him.

I want this.. The thought was so strange, but it came unbidden to his mind. It made him shiver slightly in recognition that he wanted this. Not just the sex, but he wanted to be... To be something. To be controlled.

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"You've done well, lad." Allyan's voice was a deep rumble in his ear and it made him flinch.

"Thank you, Master." His voice came out in an unlovely croak. His vocal chords felt raw.

"No matter what happens, you will always be able to think clearly." The voice was a deep purr. "No matter where you go, you will not be lost or distracted from your goal."

"I did it?" He lifted his head and blinked, before he was lost as the hips shifted and he cried out softly.

"Oh yes, boy, you did it." Allyan murmured softly. "So I will give you a reward for it."

Lyon lifted his head up, but was stopped by a golden paw that cupped just beneath the edge of his jaw. It pulled his head backwards while he blinked his eyes in confusion at the offer of a reward. He wasn't left in confusion for long. The other paw moved down holding a broad gold collar from the talons. The gold was finely hammered and formed plates that made the collar mobile and supple rather than stiff. The inside of it was padded with finely sewn leather that looked as if it was padded as well. The apex of the collar held a glittering blue-green gem nearly the size of his finger pad and carved into a tear drop shape.

"You are mine, Apprentice. No matter that you earn the title Master, you will always be mine."

Allyan's voice echoed in his ears as the paw left his jaw and he held his head up. His body trembled, but not with desire as the gold linked collar wrapped around his throat. He didn't miss the electric crackle of magic that touched his skin beneath his fur while it was tightened and fastened into place. He caught the glow of the gem out of the corner of his eye. The moment it was fastened it tightened almost to the point of being uncomfortable. He moved a hand paw up instinctively to try and loosen it, but his paw found nothing but smooth joined metal. No lock, no latch, no buckle. It was attached in one immobile piece of jewelry.

"Do you understand what I'm saying, Apprentice?" The dragon's hips shifted and his paw dropped down in reaction as his hips arched up. "Do you know what that collar means?"

Lyon stammered for a moment, but there was only one response he could give. His neck felt weighed down with the collar, his body prone in a submissive posture beneath his Master and his entire being firmly held in the dragon's keeping. It went beyond Master and Apprentice. It went beyond teacher and student. It was something that made his body react with a tightening of his loins that was equal parts dread and anticipation.

"Yes, Master. I am yours." Lyon murmured to his Master. His master in so much more than just magic.