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His Proper Place - Part 4

After Charles had accepted his place as less than the dragon and not nearly what Violet deserved for her partner, things started to get easier for him. Thinking of the dragon as his master, something that had come so difficult before, was easier for him, more natural. After all, the master was bigger, stronger, and smarter than he was, not to mention having a bigger dick. It only made sense to follow his orders, particularly when following those orders generally led to quite a bit of pleasure for him later. Not from Violet, of course - after all, he was too small and too unworthy for her anymore - but from his master.

He remembered when he spent more time at his desk than in the office of his master. For some reason, Charles could remember actually preferring his time at the desk to anything that he had done in the office. Those times were a little distant, despite only being a week ago, and he couldn't quite understand why he had felt like that. Yes, there were times that the master was...rough...but it was good to show his loyalty and submission. Besides, the master always said that he was good at what he did, and that he was good for preparing him for his time with Violet.

Strangely, there were times when Master Dranor was having fun with Violet, filling her in ways that Charles never could, when the fox almost felt...upset. He didn't understand why; after all, the master was only doing good things, keeping the vixen happy and her pussy filled with cum and cock. Of course, she kept herself on the pill, none of the three of them were stupid about that. But whenever he thought about her being filled with that much cum, and what would happen if she wasn't on the pill...well, Charles wasn't sure why, but he hated the thought. Having Violet filled with the dragon's cum...having his child...it just went over some line that he never even noticed until his thoughts turned that direction.

But it seemed that the master was just fine with the vixen being on the pill. And so long as that was the case, Charles was fine with being the cuckolded man he had become, an eager cock sucker and slut for the dragon when Violet wasn't around, and an attentive audience when she was.

#

It was barely four PM, still two hours before closing, but Charles was still in the dragon's office rather than at his desk. Ever since he'd come to the realization of his proper place as the dragon's bitch and servant, the fox had started coming into the office more and more often. The work back at his desk had started to suffer, the papers starting to pile up all over the place, and people were complaining. He barely heard those little things, though. The only sound that he paid attention to anymore was the sound of the dragon's office door, the customized ring tone on his cell for the master, and, of course, the master's voice. Whenever the master called, he was quick to answer.

Just like he had answered three hours ago, when the dragon had called him into the office. Ever since then, he'd been under the dragon's desk, his muzzle shoved into the dragon's crotch and his lips spread wide over the master's wide shaft, tongue slathering the underside with his saliva to keep it good and slick, and the back of his mouth full of pre, building up in pools before he swallowed it down.

After three hours his jaw had started to hurt, started to burn, but it was like he couldn't stop. His back strained, and his lips felt a little raw from how long he'd been bobbing along the dragon's shaft. More than anything, though, his shaft twitched like mad, the shaft tight and hard for too long. The only reason he hadn't blown his load already was because he had clasped his arms behind his back, keeping them back so that he didn't make a mess on the floor or on the dragon's pants. To do that would disrespect the master, and that was the last thing that he wanted to do.

As he slid down the shaft once more, he heard the door open, the fourth time since he had come inside the office, and once more he was thankful for the thick wood that blocked the underside of the dragon's desk from view. As much as he loved servicing Master Dranor, he didn't want to be seen doing it. The fox wasn't sure why he so eager for Violet to see it and not anyone else, but it didn't matter. The little part of him that screamed about this being bad was too quiet for him to worry much about, and it wasn't like it could do anything to bother him at this point anyway.

However, with someone in the room, he did have to be a little more quiet, a little more still. Without any gesture needed from the master dragon, he pushed himself all the way to the base of the dragon's cock. The nine inch length pressed into his throat a little bit, and he had to fight back a little chuckle. He remembered how just a week ago this would have had him sputtering and fighting, but now, he could take the shaft back that far easily. Swallowing around it frequently let him keep breathing with it back there, and it was one of the few things that could make the master gasp in pleasure, at least if he could catch the dragon a little off guard.

It didn't happen this time, though, as the master's voice was even as he spoke to whoever had entered the office. Even when Charles sucked on the master's cock as hard as he could, swallowing at the same time and licking along the underside the dragon managed to keep perfect composure, though he saw the dragon's thighs twitch just a little bit, and though he couldn't see it, he could swear that he felt the dragon's balls pull up just a bit against his chin. As much as he wanted the dragon to blast his load down his throat, though, he knew that the master always preferred to shoot his cum into Violet's pussy. Or his ass. Sometimes his ass seemed to attract the master a little more, if Violet got a little bit late, as she had been the last three days.

He put thoughts of the vixen out of his head and pulled back a little bit on master's cock, keeping his movements slow so that he didn't give himself away. Despite his efforts, though, there was a slight little slurp sound that came when he slid back, and Charles froze as he heard it. Perking up his ears, he listened for any sign of a difference in the conversation above, any sign that the sound had been heard.

For a moment, it looked like the sound had been heard, as the fox couldn't hear anything from above the desk. Then the dragon chuckled. "Well, are you going to keep talking, or are you going to just stare blankly?"

"But that noise - "

"Just office noise, Albert. Now do you have the accounts for me, or not?" Dranor asked.

There was a pause and then the two of them started reviewing facts again. Charles heaved a silent sigh in relief at not getting caught, and stifled a grunt when the dragon reached a hand under the desk and flicked his nose. A little reminder to him to be more careful in the future. Charles closed his eyes, keeping his head still while his tongue continued lathering the cock in his muzzle with spit, teasing more and more pre out of it.

The meeting went on above without any further interruption from him. After the master's reminder about being quiet, he didn't dare move. That limited his means of pleasuring the dragon's cock to his tongue and his throat, and the latter wasn't as much of an option when he didn't have his lips glued to the dragon's groin. However, since the tip of the master's cock was in his throat still, he could still swallow around it a bit, and he did that to the best of his ability, often and eagerly, swallowing down the pre that leaked out at the same time.

He wasn't sure how long the meeting between his master and Albert went on, but eventually it did come to an end. He came to that realization not through the sound of footsteps or the door opening and closing, but because the dragon reached down and grabbed hold of him by the back of his neck. Gasping as he was pulled off of the dragon's big cock, the fox looked up as the dragon pulled back from the desk. He looked past the bobbing cock at the dragon's stern face, and swiftly lowered his eyes.

"You need to be more careful, slave," the Master said. "If you keep sucking on me when someone's in the room, you need to remember to stay still. Not everyone's like Violet, you know; some of them are going to be bothered by seeing a little dicked slut like you between their boss's legs."

Charles nodded his head before bowing his head further still. "Yes, Master," he muttered softly.

"Good. I'm glad you understand," the Master said. He chuckled, rolling his chair around the office. His fingers found the little ropes for the window slats, and a quick kick off of the desk sent him sliding towards the office door. The dragon snapped the lock shut and pulled down the paper flap for the window in two quick moves before standing from his chair, chuckling softly. He shucked off his pants and kicked them into the corner of the office. "Get over here, slave," Master said. "After you nearly got yourself caught, you earned a butt fucking."

The fox slowly made his way across the room, remaining on all fours. His tail raised instinctively at the dragon's words before he realized it had even moved, but he didn't bother lowering it. A slight grin slid across his face, and it would have been bigger if that little voice in the back of his head would just shut up. No matter how much he looked forward to it, that little voice kept up its protests about his proper place being something so much different than this. Something about a good job and a girl that loved him, or at least, had once loved him.

But the voice was just an annoyance, not a hindrance. Charles obediently stopped in front of his master, turning around and bending over, his chest against the ground and his ass raised up in the air. It didn't take long for him to feel the dragon's fingers slipping between his ass cheeks, and soon one of them slipped into his hole. He moaned softly, his hard member slapping against his belly and leaving a mark of pre in the fur from the simple intrusion. "Heh, such a slut...always such a slut," the dragon muttered behind him, and the fox nodded blindly in return, only pushing back against the fingers, trying to fill himself up more with them.

Thankfully the dragon obliged, rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out for almost a minute before finally removing them. Knowing what was coming next, Charles only grinned, lifting his tail straight up in the air and lowering his head and chest fully to the ground, keeping himself perfectly on display for his master.

The touch of his master's cock against his hole was brief, but it set him afire with need. Even the annoying little voice in the back of his head, protesting at the top of its tiny little lungs, couldn't douse this need. He moaned loudly as the master's cock slowly slid forward, slowly pressed into him. Unlike before, when it hurt sliding it, it went in easily, his hole accepting the cock just like he had accepted his new place in life. Even the little bit of burning from his hole as it adjusted to the size of the shaft was felt as pleasure, and he grinned wide as he clenched his eyes shut.

"Yes...that's it...a good little slut for me...just like her," the dragon muttered. He could barely hear his master, but he smiled at the praise. Yes, he was a good slut, just as he was supposed to be. The little dicked male that he was could only be a slut for men and women, being there for their orgasms rather than for his own, while the bigger males like the dragon were there for the women that needed their size.

Charles listened for anything else that the dragon might have to say, any other commands from his master, but it seemed that the dragon was more interested in just fucking his hole. That was fine with him; it felt good, and he considered it a reward for prepping the dragon as well as he had under the desk. The smile on his face only got bigger as the dragon got faster, but he could tell that his master wasn't planning on actually cumming in him tonight. That was reserved for Violet, as always. Nevertheless, Charles got himself comfortable, ready to enjoy whatever pleasure the master decided to give him for as long as the master was willing to give it.

#

It was some time later - Charles wasn't sure just how much later - when a knock caught his attention. He lifted his head from the ground with a soft grunt, shaking his head a bit to clear the pleasure haze from his mind, only slightly tainted with the soreness around his hole. He looked over towards the door, curious.

The paper on the door window was still down, but he could see a familiar silhouette on the other side. "Master, I think...I think that Violet is here," he said, forcing himself to speak clearly rather than slurring his words as he was tempted to. "Should...should I let her...let her in..."

"Yes, slave, go ahead." The master stopped his thrusting, but didn't pull out. It was something that the fox was used to by this point. It just meant that he had to slide himself off of the dragon's cock. He crawled forward, once more taking his time to enjoy this. Every one of the dragon's nine inches were sheathed in him, and as each one slowly slid back out, he let out soft little moans. He tried to clench his hole, but after such a long time of being fucked, it was impossible for him to get much of a grip on the shaft. He satisfied himself with the slight grunts from the dragon, and the little bit of pre that was added to the already considerable amount inside of his hole.

When the tip finally popped out, Charles couldn't suppress a gasp of his own, fingers curling over the office floor as he took a moment to recover. Now that the cock wasn't in him anymore, he wasn't distracted by pleasure, but by the feeling of stretched tissue, burning from being thrust into so much for so long. It was a somewhat pleasant burn, but that didn't mean that it didn't sting a little bit.

Shaking his head, he continued crawling across the office. A slave didn't get to his feet, he knew, and he wasn't going to show his master that he sometimes harbored those old thoughts, the thoughts of being on two legs in front of his betters. It was one thing to do it outside of the office, one thing to do it where there were others that might not approve or be bothered by it. After all, that was just good manners, keeping from bothering other people. But with those that understood and knew that they were better, Charles knew it would be bad manners to get on two legs. He was, however, still allowed to reach up with a hand and open the door, rather than imitating a dog and using his muzzle to get the door open.

The vixen walked in rather quickly after the door was open, patting him on the head before hurrying over to the dragon. Her skirt was shorter than usual, and that was saying something as she had started wearing shorter and shorter ones in the near month that she had started having 'fun' with the dragon. This one left the bottom of her ass uncovered, and he wasn't sure just how well covered she was in the front, either, particularly as he could tell that she wasn't wearing any underwear anymore. She moved quick enough that he couldn't quite be sure, but he could swear that he had smelled a little bit of pussy juice already.

She leaped into the dragon's arms, hugging him tightly as she kissed him on both cheeks, then deeply on the lips. Charles blushed a little bit as the dragon deliberately grabbed her ass and flipped her skirt up, his hands groping and squeezing and rubbing her ass cheeks while he kissed her back.

Despite the passion in the kiss, it didn't last long, and as usual the dragon was the one that pulled back first. "Heh, glad that you're here on time for a change, Violet," the Master said with a chuckle.

"Well, I just couldn't stay away, Dranor," she said, kissing him on the cheek again. Looking down, she got a grip on his hard-on, stroking it a few times. "Mmmm, couldn't stay away from this, either, after all the fun times it's given me." Her hand was a blur for a moment along the shaft before the Master grabbed her hand and got her to stop. She looked up, puzzled.

"Wait a moment. Go over to the desk, sit on it." The master looked at Charles. "You go over there too, but kneel down by it instead." Charles was a little surprised by the more serious tone in the Master's voice, but he did as he was told, following his former girlfriend over to the dragon's desk. Her feet were almost in his face in this position, but he didn't mind; hell, he would have been licking them in a second if she or the Master asked him to do so.

Shaking his head to distract himself from the vixen's feet, he locked his eyes with his master's gleaming red ones. The master looked back at him, and something...different...happened. The dragon's eyes locked with his, and the red irises shone brightly. They shimmered, growing brighter as if they were blinking headlights. Every time that they blinked like that - just the light, not the eyes themselves - Charles felt something different inside him. Like...like the voice that had been so quiet before, telling him how wrong things were, was starting to get louder again.

Blink. The voice yelled at him, louder than he remembered it being before he had his epiphany about his size and status, so loud that it hit his head.

Blink. It spoke louder still, berating him, shouting at him for his stupidity. He wanted to reach up to his head, cradle it, but for some reason, he couldn't move. Nothing wanted to move.

Blink. The voice screamed like it was coming through a megaphone, and if he had been free to move, Charles was sure that he would have collapsed against the office floor right then and there. The only thing keeping him semi-upright was the strange light in the dragon's eyes.

Blink.

Charles went still as his mind seemed to...he wasn't sure just what it did. Reboot was a term that he had thought only applied to computers, but it seemed to be the best one for this situation. Everything that he knew about the master, about his place with his master, got flipped on its head. He...

He remembered.

He remembered everything that had happened to him in the last few weeks. He remembered why he had been happy before he had become the dragon's bitch, and he remembered how he had been defiant for a time, and more than that, he remembered why he had been defiant. Charles's eyes flickered, and he opened his mouth in a loud shriek.

Or at least, that's what he tried to do.

Instead, he found himself unable to move. The flickering of his eyes was all the movement that he could summon, and no matter how much he strained, how much he tried to make any sort of sound, his body was frozen in place. That included his eyes, stuck in place and forced to stare into Dranor's eyes.

Just looking into the dragon's eyes...

Looking into those red, sparkling eyes...

The fox's mind was racing, but the longer that he looked into the eyes, the more that the racing slowed down. He struggled and fought against the bindings that he felt being placed on his mind, bindings that he recognized as familiar, but nothing he did could stop them. If only he could look away from the dragon's eyes for a little bit, get a moment so that he could think without the dragon's strange power pushing in on his mind so constantly. If he could only get something between them, or make the dragon look away, he could break free, he was sure of it.

"Dranor, what are you doing?" Violet. Violet was speaking, Charles realized in the back of his head. Please, just look at her, he mentally begged. Just look away for a second.

"Don't worry, dear, it's nothing," the dragon said. His lips turned up in a bit of a smirk. "I just like to see him in his proper place, and I want to fix this picture in my memory." The dragon's eyes tightened, the red seeming almost to swirl a little bit. "He's a good little slave for us, isn't he, my dear?"

Violet chuckled a little bit, kicking her legs a little bit, her feet almost breaking the line between Charles's eyes and the dragon's, but stopping just inches short from doing it. "Well, of course he is. I don't think that you need a mental picture of it, but he is a very good slave. Why don't you tell me what's so important that you had me stop grabbing your dick, though?" She spread her legs a little bit, and even from his position, out of the corner of his eyes, Charles could see her stretched hole. "I don't like waiting for your dick, you know."

"I know, I know, dear, just let me take this in for a bit longer." Dranor chuckled, taking a step forward. Now he was too close, keeping the vixen's legs from kicking far enough forward to break his stare. He leaned down a bit, his eyes getting closer and closer until Charles was less than five inches away from the dragon's face. "Heh, you like your place, don't you, Charles?"

"Of course I do."

Where did that come from? Charles would have blinked, if he had control over his body. The voice sounded like him, but he didn't say anything, did he?

"I like being a slave for the two of you. Even if you told me I didn't have to, I'd want to stay here, serving both Violet and you, master."

There it was again. It sounded like him, and it was indeed his mouth moving, but he wasn't making it happen. His eyes widened slightly, but no matter how much he tried to say something else, it wouldn't pass his lips. All he could do was look up at the dragon's eyes as he spoke, looking into those red, gleaming eyes.

The dragon's smirk only grew larger, and he leaned in even closer, their faces barely three inches away now. "Heh, glad you still know your place, Charles." Dranor patted him on the cheek, chuckling. "You would let me do anything that I wanted to Violet here, wouldn't you?"

"Of course I would." How could I stop you, Charles wanted to say, but that was the only thing that passed his lips. He cursed the dragon and whatever strange power he had that had him doing this. It was like there was some sort of cage around him in his head, preventing him from doing anything. Every time he tried to fight it, every time he tried to look away from the dragon's eyes, it was like he was pushing against a skyscraper wall from ground level. He could push and push and push, but it didn't do a damn thing.

"I bet you'd even give me your blessing to do anything. Heh, not that I'd need it, but I think that it would make Violet feel better about what I'm going to ask her to do," the dragon said. He nodded his head to the vixen. "Violet, if I were to ask you to have my kids, what would you say?"

Silence fell over the room, stunned in the case of the foxes, and smug in the case of the dragon. Not that Charles believed that Violet saw that part of the dragon; after all, they were eye to eye, and Violet was sitting on the desk, unable to really look down at the dragon's face. Only Charles knew just how cocky his boss looked now, and he shivered inside at the predatory grin flashed his way.

For a moment, in the silence, he wondered if the dragon had finally stepped over the line, had finally asked for something that Violet wouldn't accept despite how much she liked the dragon's big dick. The moment of quiet stretched further and further, and Charles felt some measure of hope. She was coming out of it. She was going to get back to normal, reject the dragon for this, and maybe he could win her back!

"Well...Dranor, I think I need...well, if Charles is okay with it..." Charles couldn't believe it. Despite the hesitation in her voice, he could hear eagerness underneath the pauses, hear the smile on her face even if he couldn't see it from where he was. "If Charles tells me that he's fine with it, I'd be happy to do it!"

The dragon didn't say anything, but Charles felt the cage around his mind grow tighter as the dragon pulled back a bit. It almost felt...familiar...the way that the cage held his real self back. Like he had...had gone through it...before.

As the dragon stepped back, the fox's eyes managed to widen a fraction of an inch. If he'd had full control of his body, his eyebrows would have flown off of his head from how wide they'd opened. It was familiar! This cage, this mental cage, he'd been in it for the last three weeks. It had been more subtle then, less blatant, but it had been where the real him had been. It had been where that little voice he'd heard had been locked away, screaming at him to change things before it was too late. He'd been let out for a moment, no doubt as part of the dragon's plan to humiliate him further, and now he was back in it.

Only, now, he knew that he was in it, and he had a little 'window' to look out as his body smiled at the idea of his former girlfriend getting fucked and knocked up by his boss. For the moment, he hadn't said yes, but he knew that it was only a matter of time. Whatever the dragon was doing to him, whatever was sent into his head when he looked into Dranor's eyes, it only waited for the dragon to speak and tell him what he was supposed to be doing. He remembered being free, remembered doing things he wasn't commanded to do, but the moment that the dragon spoke, there was no chance of resisting.

The dragon finally looked away from him, but though Charles tried to get up, he was frozen in place. Mentally he shoved at the cage that his real self was in, trying to push through, but it was just too strong. He could only look through his eyes as the dragon and the vixen looked down at him.

Violet smiled at him, and extended one of her feet, stroking a toe across his face. The slight musk of sweat on it was mixed with a hint of Dranor's musky odor, and he remembered that the dragon had cum on her feet the night before. Her toes rubbed along his cheek, even pressing gently at his lips. "Come on, Charles, you don't mind if Dranor puts his kids in me, do you? You don't mind if he fills me up with all that cum of his and finally gets me knocked up after all this time?"

"Of course, after that her pussy is going to feel a little loose even to me," Dranor pointed out. She turned to look at the dragon, and he chuckled. "Heh, don't worry, you're too good a lay for me to pass up on, even after that," he reassured her. "I'm just saying. I'm not sure that you could ever think of having her again after that, Charles. I mean, you're still going to be the slave, and you're still going to need to eat her out each time we fuck. Probably during each time. And you're going to have to make sure that the babies are taken care of while we're busy, too. But if you ever thought that you'd have a chance to have some 'fun' with Violet again - "

"Not that the little cock-sucker would ever want pussy again," Violet interjected.

"Heh, there's that too, dear." Dranor nodded. "He does really love cock now, doesn't he? I mean, he'll have it up his ass or in his mouth almost the whole time that you're gone if he's given half a chance. But anyway." He shook his head before looking back down, his eyes forcing Charles to stare into them. "After this, there's never gonna be any chance that you get to be a real man again. Not only will you have given up all claim to your girlfriend, but you've submitted to me and her fully, become our full time slave. You understand that?"

"Of course I understand that, master," Charles said, crying inside as the words passed his lips. He flailed around in his head, begging, pleading for this not to happen. He didn't want this! He didn't want this! It wasn't...it wasn't...

Oh...oh no...He couldn't even widen his eyes in surprise anymore. The cage in his head was tightening, and the 'window' that he had while looking out started to close. For the moment he still had the fear, the indignation, the rage over what was going on, but it was shrinking. This must have been what had happened before, when he was under the dragon's...the master's....the dragon master's control. He just hadn't realized it.

The dragon chuckled, getting down on his knees in front of the fox so that they were on eye level. Charles found his eyes locked with those red, gleaming orbs, Dranor's eyes so close that they took up almost his whole world. The cage tightening around his real self was an almost physical sensation, a feeling of pressure that got stronger and stronger. His hate, his rage, his fear burned, but the cage's pressure was dowsing it, weakening it with every passing second. Everything he had, everything that was him, slowly got quieter and quieter.

"Do you think that Violet should have my children?" Dranor asked quietly, and though his voice sounded normal, it carried a slight element of finality to Charles's ears.

Everything that Charles had left shoved against the cage in his head, but the ever tightening barrier between his real self and his body stood firm. He cried inside, even as his face lit up in a grin. A shriek filled his head as the fatal words left his lips, a shriek that was swiftly silenced as his real self was locked away again.

"Master, I want you to make Violet pregnant with your kids."

#

Surprisingly, the dragon didn't seem to think that the office was a good place for the actual impregnation. As soon as Charles had given his permission, Dranor gave orders for the two of them to get dressed and follow him. Violet didn't have much to do, and the newly obedient Charles was quick to get his clothes back on, fearful of annoying his master by making him wait. No sooner were they both dressed than they were out the door, following the dragon through the building.

It didn't take long. The few employees still in the building turned a blind eye to the dragon, ignoring him and his entourage as they made their way through the halls. Surprisingly, they didn't go through the elevators, but through the back stairs, moving through areas of the building that most people didn't really bother using. Charles felt a little confused, but he didn't speak up.

The stairs eventually led them down to a level of parking that he didn't remember seeing. It only had room for three cars, and by virtue of their quality and doubtlessly high price tags, there was no doubt that they belonged to Dranor. The dragon picked the red one on the left, opening the doors and urging the foxes in. For the first time in months, Charles realized that the dragon was antsy, eager to the point of being a little twitchy. It was very strange for him. He didn't really understand why the dragon was as eager as he was, but the fox was going to do his best to fulfill whatever wants Dranor had.

As expected, the dragon was the driver. Charles sat beside Violet in the backseat as the dragon drove them out of the building and onto the streets. He looked over at the vixen. A small part of him still felt a little aroused by her, as evidenced by the semi-erection in his pants, but it wasn't as strong as it had once been. For a change, he didn't want to have her for his own. He didn't want to just leap on her and prove his manhood. He remembered wanting to, but he didn't want it now. It was...odd, but at the same time, kind of relieving. It meant that he was fully devoted to his master now, rather than having his loyalties split between the dragon and his former girlfriend.

Time passed quickly for him in the car, his mind feeling strange blurred, fuzzy, as if something was fogging it up. One moment, he had entered the car, and what seemed like only a few minutes later, he felt it stop. He blinked a little bit as he looked out through the window, and even through his fog, he couldn't help but be surprised at what he saw outside.

It was a massive mansion, standing four stories tall and surrounded by a concrete wall that reached half as high as the building itself. The car that they were in was parked halfway between the building and the walls, and as Charles looked over to the wall, he saw a gate closing. It looked metallic, and he doubted that it opened easily for anyone other than the dragon. The whole place screamed 'rich guy fortress'; perfect for the dragon master.

Dranor opened the doors and pulled the two of them out quickly, dragging Charles forward with one arm and Violet with the other. He seemed to be in quite a hurry, so Charles stepped up his pace so that he could keep up. Violet did the same, and at a near run, they were soon through the doors.

The rest of the house was a blur. Oh, Charles remembered some staircases, a few hallways, even some suits of armor, but the rest of the trip from the front door to the dragon's bedroom was unimportant. The fox just wanted to get there so he could do what his master wanted, so he focused all of his attention on keeping up with the impatient dragon. Footsteps on some sort of tiled floor was all that he really remembered before the door clicked closed, and he looked around to see where he was.

Surprisingly the room was a little on the modest side for such a large house. There was a big enough bed for the three of them in the center of the room, with a fireplace off on one of the walls. A dresser was pressed against the wall, and there was what he assumed to be a closet door against another. Besides an endtable on each side of the bed, there was just a great deal of empty space.

Without wasting any time, the dragon shoved him over to the side, and yanked the vixen along towards the bed. Charles stayed by the door, staring a bit blankly at the dragon as his former girlfriend followed his master to the bed. He watched as the two of them jumped on it. Clothes flew from each of them, pants, a skirt, shirts, shoes - neither of them wore socks anymore, and he could smell their foot musk from the door - and the vixen's bra all gathered in a pile at the side of the bed as they got themselves ready.

From the door, Charles watched as Violet bent over and dived right into the dragon's crotch. Due to the pillars at the corners of the bed, he could only see her ass and her tail, both shoved right up in the air, but he could hear her slurping on the dragon master's cock quite clearly. Her body bobbed back and forth, and slurping wet sounds followed after. The fox was almost sure that he could hear her moaning, too, but that could have been his imagination supplying what he knew was happening.

The two of them weren't at it for too long, though. Barely a minute into his blowjob, the dragon master pushed her back with a smirk on his face, and waved at Charles. Without thinking about it, he hurried across the room, falling to all fours halfway there, and waited at the foot of the bed.

His master looked at him with a chuckle. "Get up here, slave," he said.

Charles nodded, pulling himself up. He didn't bother to get up from all fours, figuring that it was the best position for him. He didn't know why, didn't really care either. After all, he was here for the demands and wants of his master, not for his own needs.

Scaly fingers tugged on his tail, pulling him over to the dragon's side of the bed. He felt those fingers slide under his tail, rubbing along his ass cheeks before sliding between them. Fingertips pressed against his hole, just barely short on the pressure needed to actually slide into him. "Why don't you help the lady get warmed up for my cock, while I get myself primed with that ass of yours?" the master said. One finger slid inside, and Charles moaned as it wiggled around, bouncing off of his prostate a few times. "Heh, show her what a slut you are for a real male."

"Y-yes, master," Charles whispered. He bent down, stretching out his top half since his legs were basically stuck in place for the dragon's pleasure. He found that he could stretch himself just enough to reach between Violet's legs and get near her pussy. She smiled down at him, her legs spread, and he could see her waiting hole.

Once, it had been a tight little slit, an opening that inspired lust for him and made his cock throb in anticipation of sliding into her. Now, it hung open, the outer lips sagging a little bit, and her inner walls completely exposed to anyone that got this close to look. She was wet as hell inside, and he could smell her juices from a few inches away. Her hole twitched a little bit before him, like it was trying to tighten up, but it had been stretched out enough times by the dragon behind him, sometimes for hours at a time, and there was no way that it would get back to normal without weeks of no sex for her. Knowing how much she enjoyed the dragon's dick - and for good reason, he had to admit - there was no way that she was going to go that long without it.

She scooted forward a few inches, and his nose brushed against her sex as a result. "Go on, Charles, get me ready," she said with a soft little giggle. Her hand pressed down on the back of his head, pushing his lips right against her pussy. Well, right between her pussy lips, considering how she'd been stretched, and she moaned loudly. "Ooooh, yes. Don't just kiss me, Charles, eat me out. Get licking!" she shouted.

"Well, you heard the lady, slave." The dragon's hand came down on his ass in a hard spank, driving him forward about an inch into her. Thankfully she was still tight enough that his muzzle couldn't go any further into her than that. "Get licking. You don't want her to be bored while I get myself ready, do you?"

Well, no he didn't, though he didn't really know why. Just like he didn't want his master to go without what he wanted, he didn't want Violet to go without what she wanted either. He didn't know why their desires mattered so much, but they did. It was undeniable. Then again, why would he want to deny them?

He pressed his muzzle as tightly to her pussy as he could, and stuck his tongue out. It thrashed around inside of her, lapping against one part of her for a moment only to give a long, slow, worshipful lick to another the next. He could barely breathe in the hot, wet air down there, but he forced himself to stay right where he was. Not that he had much of a choice with that, considering the iron grip of the hand on his head keeping him down, but he would have stayed down there anyway. Lapping at the juices of her slit, he slowly brought his hands up to her thighs, getting a gentle grip on them to support himself as he went wild on her pussy.

Her moans were all the confirmation he needed that he was doing a good job, but he could feel her insides twitching, and her hips bucking against his face told him that she enjoyed this greatly. Her juices filled his mouth, and he couldn't think of a single thing that he liked the taste of better, save for perhaps the master's seed.

Speaking of the master, the dragon was busy indeed behind him. He hadn't felt any further fingers in his hole, but Charles jerked when he felt the tip of his master's dick pressing against his hole. Instinctively he tried to turn around to see what was going on, but the iron grip of the vixen's hand kept him in place. He was helpless, forced to keep eating her out as the pressure against his hole grew, and grew.

Finally his hole stopped resisting, and the master's cock slid in. He gasped against the vixen's pussy, shuddering at the feeling of the massive thing sliding in. Every inch just felt...huge. It hadn't felt this big before, he was sure. Why...why did it feel so big now?

"Heh, I bet you wish that I'd given Violet here a chance to give me a longer blowjob, don't you?" the dragon muttered, just barely audible around the slosh of aroused pussy and drooling pussy juice around the fox's face. "Right now, my cock's almost dry. I hope that you're ready for the ass fucking of your life, you little whore, because until Violet say's she's ready for this thing, you're going to get fucked good and hard. I wonder how long your ass can take this before it gets as stretched out as her pussy."

"Ooh, can't you...can't you just take me now, Dranor?" Violet moaned softly, her thighs quivering around the fox's head as he licked her. "I want...I want your cock and cum so bad...can't you just...just take me now?"

Charles could just barely hear the master chuckling a bit as he slid in further, and further, the fox's groans of pleasure and discomfort muffled in the vixen's stretched folds. "I suppose I can hurry it up a bit. Don't worry, you'll get it in you pretty quickly; this ass is tight enough to get me ready really quick."

"Just so long as you clean it - ooooh - off first, Dranor," she gasped.

"Of course." The dragon's fingers dug into the fox's hips, and Charles gasped as the dragon slammed the rest of the way in. The dry cock felt like it was huge, like it belonged on a horse instead of a dragon, no, like it belonged on an elephant! His hole felt stretched to the max, and it was only due to the fact that his muzzle was half inside a pussy that he wasn't whimpering loudly in discomfort.

To distract himself, he focused his attention on her slit again, forcing himself to only pay attention to her wet pussy. It didn't really let him forget the stretching in his ass, didn't take away all of the pain, but it did let him think about something else. His tongue lashed out, flicking over her inner walls, tasting her juices, feeling her little twitches as she tried to tighten down on him but failed. It was a marvel, just how stretched out she was, and yet the dragon still found her tight. It seemed impossible, but...then again...that big dick in his ass reminded him of just how much size the dragon had to work with, and even this stretched out hole might have some trouble with that thing.

Gradually he started to get used to the feeling of his hole being stretched, and was able to focus all of his attention on Violet's pussy. It was strange to tease something like, to work on something that was so loose, but he found that there were little tricks that he could use. Her stretched pussy lips could be nibbled on easier, and she gasped particularly hard at that. Her clit was out in the open, unhidden by hood or any other part of anatomy, and he attacked that with his tongue and lips. She arched her back when he did that, shoving her pussy right against his muzzle, and it was only because of his grip on her thighs that he wasn't shoved back inside of her slit.

Soon they managed to pick up a rhythm, the dragon master thrusting into his ass as he bent forward to lap at her pussy, and Violet thrusting her hips forward as the dragon pulled back. Back and forth, back and forth, again and again. Charles's mouth was awash with the taste of pussy juice, and his ass felt like it was getting used to the dragon's cock. At the very least it wasn't hurting anymore, and actually was starting to feel good. His cock started to harden, pressing up from his crotch, the tip just barely rubbing against his belly.

Just when he was starting to get into it, though, the dragon master pulled back. He gasped as the massive cock popped out of his hole, and slumped down on the bed, his legs unable to support him after that. Shivering, he pulled back from Violet's pussy with a wrench of his head to look back at the dragon.

He looked back at him with a smirk, stroking his cock. "Heh, you got me all ready, Charles. Now, why don't you clean me off?" the dragon said, nodding down at his cock.

The fox looked at it with a shiver. Thankfully it was completely clean, as he was back there, but it was still something that put him off. Or at least, put a small part of him off. That little screaming voice in the back of his head. Thankfully it was quieter than it had been earlier in the day, but it was still loud enough to bother him. He shook his head, ignoring it as he moved in close to the dragon's groin.

His master's shaft twitched as he leaned in, the shaft oozing pre and reeking of manly musk. A few drops of the semi-clear liquid dripped to the bed below before he pulled the head into his mouth, moaning softly around it. The pre covered his tongue in seconds, the dragon's productive organ leaking tons of the stuff, forcing him to swallow before long. Any possible taste of his hole that might have been on the shaft was completely overwhelmed by the dragon's juices, drawing another, louder moan from the fox as he took more and more cock into his mouth.

Charles licked at the underside of the cock as he made his way further and further down, licking up anything that might still be on the scales. Nothing touched his tongue but shaft, though, so it was easy for him. It wasn't long before he felt the tip of the dragon's cock at the back of his mouth, pushing at the start of his throat, and he paused, looking up at the dragon's face. The smirk was still on the master's lips, but his eyes were half closed, and a look of great pleasure covered his face.

With a smile of his own, he thrust his face forward, shoving the dragon's shaft into his throat. He gagged for a second before he got used to it, but after that first one he started bobbing back and forth, half an inch forward, a quarter of an inch back, a little more each time as he took more and more into his mouth. He felt the warm pre running down his throat, and he swallowed it down eagerly. He enjoyed it so much that he had to remind himself to breathe through his nose, which only excited him further as he breathed in the heady scent of the dragon's musky crotch.

Eventually he made it to the base, his lips wrapped around the root of the dragon's cock. The thick length filled up his throat, and he could barely breathe around it. Swallowing was instinctive, constant, something he couldn't stop, and every time he swallowed he felt pre and heard a chuckle.

After a moment he started sliding back along the shaft. However, he didn't allow it out of his throat, shoving back down before it might have slid out. The cock stretched his lips just like it had stretched his hole, but he didn't care; the musk and the pre were delicious, and his master was enjoying this. He could tell. He wanted his master to have his pleasure. His master's pleasure was his pleasure.

Sadly the dragon soon pushed him back, and though Charles wanted to keep sucking, there was nothing he could do but go along with the master's direction. He looked up, his eyes slightly crossed by the dick right in front of his face, and looked into his master's eyes. "Is that enough?" he asked. Despite the squeaking of that ever shrinking part of his mind, he almost wished that the dragon thought it wasn't enough.

"Yes, that's enough, slave," the dragon master said with a chuckle. He patted the fox on the head with a scaly hand, and Charles instinctively nuzzled up against it. "Good boy. Now why don't you just sit back and watch me breed Violet, hmm? Feel free to enjoy yourself while watching us, for being such a good boy."

Charles slid over to the side as the dragon crawled across the bed to the eagerly waiting vixen. She laid on her back with her legs spread as wide as she could get them, and she looked like she couldn't imagine anything better than what she was about to get. A little puddle of pussy juice had formed on the bed under her rump, and she curled her toes as the dragon moved in closer. "Please...please take me," she moaned, her entire body trembling in desire. The fox shook his head; for some reason he couldn't identify, he almost wished that it was him she was wanting this bad, wished it was him that was coming to breed her like that.

But it would never be him. He was too small. Not to mention that he was both a slave and a dick-man, not a pussy chaser.

So he just watched, leaning back on the bed as the dragon laid on top of the vixen. His cock slid in quickly with the mix of pre, pussy juice, and spit around it, and they immediately went at it. Groins slapped off of each other as the dragon humped her hard and fast, and she arched her back as she was taken, her mouth opened wide in a 'O' of pleasure.

It was a good show, the fox had to admit. Though he would have liked to have been in Violet's place, getting that cock up his ass, he knew that his place as a slave was to make sure that the master and Violet had the most pleasure that they could get. If that meant that he had to let them have their fun, and even if it meant that he had to let them have children together, he was going to give them that.

He slowly stroked himself as he watched the dragon and vixen enjoy each other. The dragon's hands gripped her tightly, keeping her from pulling back or moving around, not like she was trying anyway. His cock sounded like it was thrusting into pools of pussy juice and pre, as it splashed and splurted every time he went in. The pool underneath the vixen was growing with every passing minute, soaking the sheets and filling the room with their musk. Almost against his will, the fox sped up, enjoying the smell more than anything else, though the view of his master's feet and Violet's as well definitely were a plus.

"Oooh, ooh yeah...fuck me!" Violet shouted as she was filled again, again, her breasts jiggling from the harsh pounding that she received. "Make me scream! Make me cum! Fill me up!"

The dragon didn't bother saying anything back. All he did was fuck her. His cock throbbed between his legs, and Charles could see his balls starting to draw up in preparation for the massive load that he was going to shoot. For the dragon to cum this early would have been a surprise if it wasn't for the fact that the master had been holding back almost all day, and had been teased the whole time by him or by Violet. The fact that the dragon master hadn't cum before was more amazing than the fact that he was going to cum after only a few minutes of pounding into her.

Despite being told that he could just sit back and watch, Charles found himself wanting to participate more than he wanted to watch. He let go of his cock and hurried behind the dragon. Getting in position, he leaned up under the dragon's tail. The master jerked a bit in surprise, but relaxed as soon as he felt the fox's tongue.

Charles could hardly believe that he was rimming his master in the middle of sex, sticking his tongue under the dragon's tail and licking at his hole, shoving his tongue into the master's hole, but here he was doing it. And judging by how much faster the master got when he started, the dragon loved it as much as ever.

It only took a few licks and a few thrusts for the dragon to get to the edge and go shooting over. He roared with pleasure as he hilted himself in her, and Charles pulled back, licking at the dragon's balls as they drew up. The bottom of the dick twitched and bulged as cum shot through it, into the vixen, he could see it. Twitch, twitch, twitch, cum cum cum. There was so much that it slid out around the dragon's cock, bubbling and gooey, before sliding down between her legs and joining the puddle on the bed.

The dragon remained hilted in her for nearly a full minute before slowly pulling out. His cock dripped, but he stopped Charles from attending to it. "Heh, I'll leave it for now. That should be a good start for her; I took her off the pill a while ago while you weren't paying attention, but just in case this one doesn't take, why don't you two stay the night here? We'll try again and again over the next few days, just in case."

Looking down at the vixen's cum filled pussy, Charles couldn't imagine that not taking if she wasn't on the pill anymore, but then again, chemicals were weird. It might take a while, and he'd just have to watch as the dragon started actually working to knock her up rather than simply have his fun with her.

There was the screaming in his head again. He wasn't sure what it was. He didn't know why it screamed. After all, this was his proper place. And he was never going to leave it.

"Sure, master," Charles said.

"Of course, Dranor," Violet added.

The dragon smiled. And just like a good slave, Charles smiled back.